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joekeeryswife · 1 year ago

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Outbreak Day - J.M

a/n: hello angels! reader is 26 and pregnant and Joel is 36. there is a little twist 😵 best way to describe this imagine is that it’s sad, long and has a shitty ending lmfao. okay anyways, enjoy reading 🫶 please send me in some fluffy requests and some dad! joel requests too!!

big trigger warning this imagine is very gory and descriptive!

“Sarah honey, is that you?” you turned to look at the front door and saw your step daughter Sarah coming home from school. “hey mum” she said as she set her backpack down on the floor. “how was school?” you walked toward her and gave her a small hug and a kiss on her forehead.

“was good. got dads watch fixed but everyone acting weird, cops everywhere, shops closing early. i don’t know just weird” she said making your heart pound a little, you didn’t know why but hearing her say that scared you but you tried not to dwell on it too much. “yeah well it’s probably just people being stupid. we shouldn’t worry too much okay?” she nodded but then groaned making you frown.

“dad told the Adlers i’d go over there to help them make cookies” she sighed, it wasn’t that she didn’t like the Adlers it was just she wanted to spend time with you and her dad as it was his birthday. “look, go there for thirty minutes then say i need you home, i don’t mind you blaming me.” she smiled and thanked you.

“i was going to make your dad a cake but we don’t have the ingredients and i was too tired to go food shopping so he should be brining one home, he’s going to be home earlier today as well” her eyes lit up as you spoke “is it a chocolate cake?” she asked watching you nod. “i didn’t tell him it was because you have been craving one i told him it was because i was” Joel hated chocolate cake but for his girls he’d do anything to please them.

“thank you mum, you’re the best. i owe you one” she said as she turned to go out the front door again to the Adlers house. “no worries honey, if Mrs Adler bakes chocolate chip cookies please bring me one, the baby is craving them like mad” you said as you rubbed your growing stomach. she nodded and said her goodbyes before leaving to spend the worst 30 minutes of her life with the Adlers.

-♡-

“hey baby girl. how was school?” Joel asked as he finally got home, four hours later than expected. “you’re late” she said, completely ignoring his question as her eyes shifted from the TV to him. you had both been waiting for him on the sofa watching Harry Potter and you had fallen asleep not even halfway through the movie. being pregnant had made you extremely tired so it wasn’t a shock to Sarah when she saw you put a blanket over yourself and curl up into a ball on the sofa within the first 10 minutes of the movie playing.

“i know, im sorry. work has been crazy, guys calling in sick, it was just me, uncle Tommy and Dave in today. i meant to phone mum but my phone died” he said as he made his way over to the two of you. his heart melted when he saw you sleeping next to Sarah, you’d never looked cuter. “its fine, we had fun without you anyways” he lifted up your feet so he could sit between you both, careful to not wake you up in the process.

“did you at least get the cake?” she said shyly as Joel got comfortable on the sofa. “oh shit” he put his head in his hands “im sorry honey i completely forgot” she nodded, understanding that he obviously came straight home as soon as he finished work. “mum is probably gonna kill you. she wanted cookies earlier from the Adlers but they were making raisin instead of chocolate chip so i didn’t even bother asking if i could bring one home for her” Sarah said and Joel wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his other resting on your legs.

“i’ll get you guys a cake tomorrow, i promise it just completely slipped my mind” she shook her head, indicating that it was fine and she understood he was stressed. Joel felt you stir and you woke up, your hair all over the place and your bones cracking as you stretched from a very good nap. “hi baby” Joel said softly as you looked at him.

he unwrapped his arms from Sarah’s shoulders for a moment so he could give you a hug and a kiss. “i miss you so much” you said as you sat up so you could rest on him instead of the arm of the sofa. “i missed you too. how are you? how’s the baby?” you nodded, still half asleep.

“fine, kicking like crazy” you were only six months pregnant and your unborn daughter was already giving you a hard time. you rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around both you and Sarah, pulling you both into him. “did you bring home the cake?” you asked making him sigh “no, i’m sorry baby, i forgot” you shrugged, eyes closing again as you tried to fight sleep but it was no use.

“i love mum so much but she could have slept through world war 2 and not have been disturbed at all” she said making Joel laugh quietly, trying not to wake you up. to be fair, carrying this baby had knackered you out and he understood that you needed sleep but sometimes you would be halfway through a conversation with him when he got home from work and you’d be falling asleep whilst you were taking. “to be fair, you aren’t wrong there” he ran a hand through your hair gently as he admired you, you were stunning and he loved you so much.

“anyway, let’s try spend some time together tonight, let’s put on a good film, this is shit” Joel said making Sarah scoff and look at him “that is a lie. Harry Potter is the best” he shook his head. “take it back or you work get your present” she said making him gasp. “you wouldn’t dare do that” he said to her, making her give him the ‘try me’ face which made him quickly change his comment and apologise to her.

she grabbed the box off of the coffee table and handed it to him. he unwrapped his arm from her yet again to try open it with one hand without waking you up. he opened the box and saw his now fixed watched that had been broken for three months. “aww baby that’s so sweet, thank you” he kissed her forehead and tried to put the watch on but failed miserably making Sarah help him put it on. “okay now we can watch your stupid old film dad but don’t expect me to stay awake” she said as they both got comfortable again “i wouldn’t dream of it” he smiled at her.

-♡-

green and blue flashing light woke Sarah up from her sleep. she looked around the room confused, she had somehow ended up in her bedroom and didn’t hear any noise in the house. she sat up as she heard helicopters fly over the house and car alarms go off. she quickly got up calling out for Joel as she walked around the house but she only found you in bed asleep, no sign of Joel.

she felt awful waking you up but she had no other choice. she crept to the side of your bed and shook you awake. “mum, can you wake up please?” you jumped awake when you felt her hand on your shoulder. “what’s the matter sweetheart?” you asked but your question was answered when another helicopter flew over the house. “what the hell?” you said sitting up quickly.

you grabbed your phone which was on the bedside table but there was no service. “what’s happening?” Sarah asked as you quickly got dressed out of your pyjamas. you were going to go outside and you didn’t want your neighbours, if they were awake, to see you in your pyjamas so you put on a tracksuit before walking downstairs. “i don’t know baby”

you turned on the tv and heard the broadcast ‘stay home, do not let anyone into your house. we will post more instructions soon’ you frowned, what the fuck was happening? you checked your phone again, this time trying to phone anyone, your mum, your dad, your brother, Joel and nothing. no calls were going through.

the two of you jumped at the sound of Mercy, the Adlers dog barking at your front door. Sarah quickly put on her shoes and went outside to retrieve the dog and you quickly followed, slipping on your trainers. “Sarah i don’t think we should go outside yet. we should wait for your dad” but she ignored you. she walked outside, bringing Mercy with her to take him back home making you follow after her as quick as you could.

“Sarah please come back inside” you said but the curious girl went inside the Adlers house after she heard a glass breaking. “no Sarah don’t go in there” you sighed, you loved that girl but she did not listen. Sarah was quiet walking into that house, making sure to not make any sudden movements as she did. the noise was coming from the kitchen and she quickly made her way there and almost screamed at the sight infront of her.

you were right behind her, you felt sick to your stomach as you saw Mrs Adlers mum chewing on her daughter’s neck with some sort of fungus growing out of her mouth. your eyes widened and your heart dropped, what the fuck was going on? the once disabled old woman looked up at the two of you and quickly stood up screeching and running after you when you told Sarah to run.

you weren’t as quick as you used to be but you were luckily quick enough the run away from this infected woman, she had fallen over the crinkled carpet giving you enough time to escape. “Sarah we need to get back in the house right now” you shouted as you grabbed her hand and tried to pull her into the house but as you did Joel’s truck pulled up.

“get in the truck right now” Joel shouted at you both, he sounded scared and he was never ever scared. this made you feel even more sick than before. he had a wrench in his hand and he quickly pulled the two of you behind him when the screeching sound approached you again. you all looked at the front door to see the elderly woman fall over the steps of her front porch.

Tommy got out of the car with a huge rifle in his hand making your eyes fill with tears, you were absolutely terrified but you didn’t want to show Sarah that you were scared, if she saw that she would feel even more frightened then she already was. you grabbed ahold of her hand and tried to pull her into the truck but she wouldn’t budge. it was like she was frozen in fear.

the old woman’s head shot up, her eyes were black and she started crawling towards you then she stood up and ran towards Joel and Tommy. “what are we doing Joel” without a second thought Joel cracked the wrench on her head making her fall to the floor. you and Sarah both gasped at what he had just done. Joel was never a violent person and this had shocked you.

he dropped the wrench and they both turned to look at you and Sarah. both of your faces were filled with fear and Joel quickly pulled Sarah into him “you killed her” she said, voice filled with fear “i know baby i’m sorry” he kissed her forehead and looked at you. you couldn’t believe what you just saw. you were confused and scared. “we gotta go” Tommy said making you all quickly get in the car.

you were sat in the back with Sarah who hugged you closely “it’s alright honey, it’ll all be over soon i promise” you whispered and you rubbed your hand up and down her arm, trying to comfort her but also trying to comfort yourself. you could feel the baby kicking vigorously “are you okay y/n? you aren’t hurt are you?” Joel asked as he looked back at the two of you. you just shook your head.

you didn’t know why but all this fear made you wish you were back to being a little kid, wishing that your mum was there to comfort you when you were scared yet now you were the adult comforting your child and you didn’t know if you would ever even see your mum again.

“dad-” Sarah said but Joel quickly cut her off “i don’t know” he said like he knew what she was going to ask him. “they’re saying it’s a virus, some kind of parasite” Tommy added making Joel look at him. “does it come from terrorists?” she asked making Joel repeat himself “we don’t know”

“are we sick?” she asked and this time you answered “no, none of us are sick” Joel nodded “of course not” he sounded mad but you didn’t know what at. “why were they blowing things up?” her eyes were filled with tears as she asked all these questions.

“no idea, there’s no phone, no radio” her eyes darted between Tommy and Joel “how do you know?” she asked, voice laced with concern “what?” Joel looked back at the two of you, cuddled up together with you trying to act your calmest but he knew you, you were freaking out.

“how do you know we aren’t sick?” she was practically crying now. “they’re saying it’s mostly people in the city, that’s why they have the highway blocked off” Tommy said but he was quickly silenced when he drove past a burning house of one of his friends.

“the Adlers would take nana to the city, so that’s why they were sick?” Joel nodded “your right, that’s probably why” his thick texan accent was filled with concern but he tried his best to stay calm. “we are going to be fine, trust me” Tommy said but he sounded unsure of what he had just said.

he drive around the corner and quickly slowed down when he saw a small family. “what are you doing?” Joel asked and Tommy just shook his head “they have a kid Joel” Joel quickly cut him off. “so do we, are you forgetting that my wife is pregnant?”

“Joel Tommy is right, they have a kid we should help them” he turned back to you “no, we don’t know them. keep driving Tommy” he’d never spoken this was before and this was definitely not the Joel you knew. you just prayed that whatever this is would go away and you could go back to your normal lives.

-♡-

you were driving through the town, planes flying low, catastrophe everywhere and you were just scared. “right keep going down this way” Joel said as Tommy drove down a side road leading to a whole group of people who were fighting and running away from the danger. “keep driving Tommy” Joel said even though there were people everywhere.

“are you kidding? Joel i can’t just drive through a whole group of people” Joel cut him off shouting “just keep going damn it” cars were crashing into each other, the sounds of people screaming made your eyes fill with tears. the next thing you knew the cinema doors cracked open with a lot more people coming out of it, all of them crying.

“shit” Tommy said as he quickly stoped the car “go go, fuck Tommy go get out of here” Joel said as he looked behind him out of the truck and slammed his hand on the dashboard “i’m going, i’m going” Tommy started reversing back, careful to not hit anyone in the process.

Sarah looked out the back window and so did you, seeing the huge airplane falling rapidly toward the floor. “Tommy, you need get out of here” you shouted as the plane darted toward you. “fuck Tommy go now” Joel shouted but it was too late, the huge plane crashed on the ground exploding into a million pieces.

the huge flame almost blinded you, you felt sickened at the thought of all those people on the plane that didn’t even stand a chance. “oh shit” you heard Sarah say as a huge chunk of the plane crashed into you car and then your whole world went black.

-♡-

“y/n” you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder as you awoke from the darkness “y/n honey we need to get you out, can you get out slowly for me angel?” Joel’s soft voice filled your mind as you sat up, a sharp shooting pain went right through your stomach making you groan. “my stomach is killing me” you said as you put a hand on your belly. you looked out the window and saw Sarah sitting on the floor and Joel crouching next to where you were sitting.

“don’t panic, it’s probably nothing okay?” Joel’s heart dropped when he heard you say that, a pain in your stomach was never a good sign especially when you are pregnant. “can you get out sweetheart? or do you need help?” you just nodded and started making your way out of the car.

once you had gotten out of the car you stood next to Sarah and saw Tommy was on the opposite side “we gotta get off of the street” he said as you stood up right, you right hand still back on your stomach hoping to feel any sign of movement. “Sarah can’t walk, i’ll have to carry her. do you think you can walk?” you nodded again. “shit” you heard Tommy shout as a police car crashed into Tommys now ruined truck.

the car set alight and you were lucky you even made it out of the car that quick before it crashed otherwise you would have been dead and you wouldn’t have wanted your family to see that. “Tommy” Joel shouted as he tried to see Tommys face through the flames. “i’m okay, head to the river and i’ll meet you there” with a simple nod Joel picked up Sarah and pushed you behind him.

“stay close okay?” he gave you a quick kiss before you both started making your way through the side roads trying to find a way to the river. the two of you stopped once you saw a group of bodies with people eating them. “what the fuck” you whispered as you saw this horrific sight in front of you. one of the people shot up, looking at you twitching weirdly.

“go” Joel pushed you in front of him and you both started running through a random cafe. the man chased you, snarling and screeching as he followed. you could hear the man tripping over different things but you didn’t dare look behind you. you could hear Joel comforting Sarah who was now crying as you finally made it outside but you didn’t stop running until a gunshot filled the silent field.

you and Joel both stopped, turning to look back and the now dead body in front of you. “don’t move” you heard someone say next to you as a bright light shone on the three of you. “my daughters hurt her ankle and my wife is pregnant” the man lowered his gun and started talking to his radio “i’ve got three civilians by the river, one of them injured, one pregnant”

you couldn’t make out what the other person was saying but your thoughts were cut short when Sarah spoke up “what about uncle Tommy?” she questioned Joel just shook his head “i’m gonna get you both safe first then i’ll go back for him okay?” she just nodded and you all looked back at the masked man. “yes sir….. yes sir”

he raised his gun “we are not sick” Joel said as the man approached the three of you. “sir, i said we are not sick” with that the masked man shot a round of bullets and Joel heard you and Sarah scream. you all rolled down a small ditch and Joel quickly turned to look at the man who was now approaching him with his gun raised. “i’m sorry” he said but before he could shoot Joel another shot was fired, killing him instantly.

he looked up to see Tommy with his gun raised, he had never been so happy to see his brother in his whole life. “are you okay?” Tommy asked Joel who was just grazed by a bullet and Joel just nodded but Tommys eyes shifted to you who was covered in blood and gasping for air. “oh god” he said making Joel turn around to look at you.

all you could do was feel a throbbing pain in you stomach. Joel quickly got up and ran to you and Tommy made sure Sarah was okay and turned her away from you. he knew Joel wouldn’t want her seeing you like this and it was bad enough he had to see you like this. “no no it’s okay” he could see the blood soaking through your jumper, the once grey colour was now a soaked dark red and it was growing by the second.

“you’re okay, move your hand honey” Joel said once you’d moved your hand, putting pressure on the wound. you cried in pain as you still gasped for air. “i know i know im so sorry sweetheart i am” he said and he pressed harder on the wound to stop it from bleeding out more. you managed to speak through your pain as you grabbed onto Joel’s arm “go” he shook his head.

“go Joel, take” you took a few more deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down “take Sarah and go” he just shook his head again. “no, i’m not leaving you like this. i can get help and you’re gonna survive this” he said, his eyes filling with tears as he saw your tired but pained expression.

“you know how much i love you, i don’t” you closed your eyes as you breathed deeply again “i don’t want you seeing me like this” you stuttered out. you felt a tear roll down your cheek as you realised what was about to happen to you. “meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me” you could hear Sarah sobbing next to Tommy and you hated that she was even watching you, laying there covered in blood.

“i’m sorry” he said as he sat down next to you, he took the pressure off of your wound and you were grateful he had given up, there was no way you were going to be able to survive this and you didn’t want to prolong it. you just shook your head at his comment. “don’t-”

you felt pain all over your body but you felt tired, so tired that you wanted to sleep desperately. “i love you, i love Sarah. just take her and run okay?” he had tears now rolling down his cheeks, his bloody hand now stroking your cheek softly. “im not leaving you here on your own” you just smiled at him. you knew he wouldn’t leave but you wanted to save him from the trauma of seeing you go.

“i know” you looked at him and he kissed you, one last for however long he has left on this earth. “i love you so much” you heard him say and with that your eyes closed. he sobbed quietly, you were gone and nothing was ever going to bring you back.

you were carrying his unborn child and he wished he could go back in time and taken the bullet instead of you. you were this ethereal soul who didn’t deserve to die this way and he hated it. he hated it so much. he tried his best to calm himself down as he took your wedding ring off of your finger and put it in his pocket hoping to keep it safe. it wasn’t like someone was going to steal it but he took it off so he could have something with him that was yours.

he kissed your forehead and carefully placed your body back on the floor and turned toward Sarah and Tommy, he had tear stains on his cheeks but his expression was neutral. “let’s go” he said, he was emotionless “dad, we can’t just leave her-” he cut Sarah off “i said let’s go” with that the three of them left and never looked back.

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aakeysmash · 1 year ago

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Roommate or boss?

Pairing: f!reader x Katsuki Bakugou.

Warnings: cursing, cutesy stuff.

Word count: 3.6k.

Previous part: part 5

And what's your definition of love?

You can't seem to stop thinking about the way Katsuki looked at you with somewhat of a soft gaze, body relaxed and on your shared couch. You noticed he tends to be tense a lot, like something is always bothering him, and it's rare to see him for what he hides to be. He acts like being soft is a weakness, almost as if being vulnerable in the past has caused him a scar that is not fully healed yet.

Also, if he asked me that without even blinking, he must have hella bitches, you think. What kind of guy talks so freely about love with a girl?

"What should I do Saturday? What's something you like to do, Y/N? Thinkkk" you whine to yourself. Blaming your own brain for lack of ideas is very therapeutic.

For you, love is easier with words. You could probably write a book about love if you really wanted to, but you don’t think you’re that good with actions. It’s not like you don’t try, it’s more like a lack of experience: you’re not used to thinking about expressing love, you just do it depending on who you’re facing. You are a pretty habitual person, so you might be shy when you first meet someone, but when you start knowing them you never fail to show what you truly are. You’ve never liked to hide your personality to make friends: it’s better to have a couple of real friends instead of a multitude of fake ones. You like expressing how much you care about someone with words, but you and this someone have to be close. You love loving, and you probably would be nowhere without it, but showing your rude and cold roommate something so important to you is difficult, maybe because if you don’t make a good impression you’re going to cry. Joking!

Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki is freaking out. He regretted asking you that stupid ass question the second he went to bed that day, and he regretted making that stupid ass deal with you even more. It's not because he doesn't want to know the answer, he's really damn curious about what you think, but he doesn't know how to answer it. He doesn’t know how to act in friendships, let alone in loving relationships. You just looked so soft, so cute, so trustable in that moment, that his brain shortcircuited and became smooth. "I'm a fucking idiot", he grunts while putting his pillow on his face.

He knows what love means to him. Love is the way his mother still calls him to check on how he's doing even if he doesn't put enough effort into keeping the relationship strong; it's the way his father smiles at their antics when they get together for the holidays even if he hates how loud they can get; it's the way Kirishima gets him hot chocolate every hard day at work without Katsuki asking; it's the way you care about Ochaco enough to call her even when you're exhausted from your own day at work, bags under your eyes and hand soothing your back that hurts from how much you've been at your desk studying. It's in the way the people around him want to see him happy, and in the way his heart beats a little more affectionately when he sees how naturally they seem to do things for his own happiness.

He sees love reflected in the actions of those who are close to him, but expressing it himself? He doesn't even know how the few people around him can tolerate him.

He decides to call Kirishima and ask him about frienships. Out of his male friends he’s probably the only one who can answer properly, and there’s no way he’s talking about it with the girls.

"Oi."

"Hey, Bakubro, everything alright?" his right hand answers.

"Listen, we're friends, right?" Katsuki bursts out.

"Uhm, yes, of course. Why are you asking me this? It's weird coming from you" the redhead suspiciously tells him.

The blonde ignores the comment and continues with his questions. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" Kirishima says, more confused than before. Katsuki sighs, because he knows his friend will have to know all the details about it or he won't shut up about it, ever.

"Made a deal with my roommate, I have to show her what love means to me" he explains.

"That sounds pretty intimate, to be honest. You barely talk about her and suddenly you talk about love with her? Is there something more between you two? And what does that have to do with me anyway?" he rambles on.

"Shitty hair, stop asking questions, fuck. We were talking about friendships after she made me watch a dumb ass film and now I don't fucking know how to tell her what I think about love. She said to think about love inside of friendships. You're supposed to tell me why you're my friend. Also, we're not fucking intimate or some bullshit. As I said, we made a deal" he replies, annoyed.

"Sure, every roommate makes a deal about love nowadays" Kirishima mumbles.

"SO?" Katsuki is starting to get pissed. "Just answer the damn question."

His friend sighs, before starting to answer. "You're not good at telling people how you feel about them, but you know how to make them feel safe. And I'm not talking about physical safety, even if I bet if I asked Mina she would say you scare the creepy guys away, I'm talking about safe friendship. It's nice to know you're always there if I need you, you know? You help me without being asked to most of the time, and you don't even realise it. Remember that time half of the class fell sick and you spent a day going to the store to take medicines for every specific illness we had? Or remember when me and Mina almost broke up because of that stupid broken plate and you talked me out of it saying something like "If you really want to break up with her go on, but I'm breaking your nose because this is a really stupid fucking reason to break up with the girl of your dreams"? That's stuff that touches people. Yeah, your love can't be defined as kind, but it's real. Everyone needs to have a friend that will straight up tell them when they're wrong and that doesn't sugarcoat things. You're that guy, man. I’m glad I have you as a friend."

Katsuki is stunned into silence. He didn’t think Kirishima would be this specific.

“Hello? Are you still there?” His friend asks, thinking the line has fallen. Katsuki clears his throat before answering “Yeah. I didn’t expect all of this. Thanks, Eijirou, I appreciate it.”

His friend chuckles. “No worries, bro. Also, what’s going on with this roommate of yours? And don’t tell me that it’s just a deal, we both know it’s a lie. What type of person is she?”

Katsuki groans. He is currently in his feelings though, so he shares a bit of what’s on his mind lately.

“She’s cool, I guess. She knows how to deal with my mood swings in a way that… you-know-who didn’t do. She’s funny when she wants to be and she stands her ground with me, but she’s also pretty kind from what I’ve seen. Sometimes too much. It annoys me,” he says almost whispering. He feels like if he raises his voice even a little bit then he won’t be able to not think about you for the rest of the day. Almost as if the raw things he’s feeling right now will come back to haunt him.

Kirishima hums. He knows he won’t get more than his friend already said. It’s a miracle he even talked about something so personal.

“I’m glad you found a good roommate, man. You know how they say, calm at home equals calm at work” he says.

“And who says that?” responds Katsuki, raising both his voice and one eyebrow.

“Me” Kirishima proudly says.

“This was some of the corniest shit you ever said, Kiri. And I saw you propose to Mina” Katsuki barks.

His friend bursts out laughing. “Yeah, and you’re still my best man at the wedding.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I’m gonna work out now, see you at work” he says rolling his eyes.

“Sure, man. See ya,” and he hangs up.

Katsuki gets up from his bed and goes straight toward your bedroom door. He makes sure to knock before opening it, then crosses his arms and leans on the side of it. You look up at him from your desk and stretch. You’ve been writing for hours.

“How’s your vitamin D intake?” he asks you. You look confused. Is this a dirty joke?

“Why?”

“Because. Answer the question,” he says.

“Are you talking about dick or the literal sun?” You respond.

“Both. I do think you need to get laid. It could make you less insufferable” he answers, smirking.

“Fuck off, Katsuki” you roll your eyes. “By the way, I could use a walk if you want to go out. Do we need groceries or something?” You stand up, going next to him. Up close your height difference is even more noticeable.

“Nah. I was thinking about Saturday” he says looking down at you. Damn. If she comes a little closer I could strangle her without exerting too much effort. I’d just have to straighten my arms and get her neck and-

“Why are you looking at me like that? You’re freaking me out. Please cover your eyes and get out of my way, I need to pee” you tell him scowling, bumping his shoulder and getting out of your room. “Also, I did say that you can choose to go out, so if you show love by taking someone to the Bahamas, I have nothing to object to.”

You hear him humming before entering the bathroom door.

“I can’t take you to the Bahamas, ‘cause if I see that ass in a bikini, you’re getting both of your vitamins D” he mumbles, just having finished staring at your backside and knowing you can’t hear him. He shakes his head to make the voices disappear, then prepares himself to work out. A run will do.

It’s finally Saturday. For this deal both you and Katsuki took the day off at work, so it’s basically a small vacation. You wake up at 9 am, which isn’t even that bad, but when you get out of your room with sleep still on your features you see your roommate super busy in the kitchen. He’s so focused that you think he hasn’t noticed you, so you stare at him for a bit. He’s such a housewife. Let me take a picture, you think.

When he hears the click of your phone’s camera he snaps his head towards you. “Delete that shit,” he says with a deep voice.

“On my dead body, Mr. Bakugou,” you reply.

He growls, then throws you a mean look. “I’m poisoning your food, brat.”

“Oh! You’re cooking for me? How nice of you” you say genuinely, getting closer to him and observing what he’s doing.

“Don’t look. It’s for later. We’re having a picnic” he roughly responds.

“Is this what you planned on doing for today?” You ask, smiling up at him.

“Yeah” he says hesitantly. He didn’t think you’d be excited, and seeing you smile for something so little makes him pause. He composes himself, remaining neutral. “I'ma need your help though, we’re baking cookies. Is that easy enough for you, dumbass?” He continues, smirking.

“Hey!” You pout, throwing a punch at his arm. He chuckles. You’re surprised, because you’re not used to hearing his laugh, but you go with the flow and laugh with him. His laugh is a bit rough, just like him: you like it though, because it shows a little of that particular side he doesn’t show often. You’re a sucker for it, your need to always know every detail being quelled a little and making you feel light. Being in Katsuki’s presence is like being exposed to the bright and hot July sun for a whole day and finally finding a bottle of fresh water. You still don’t know if he’s the sun or the water, you just know that it makes you happy.

You start mixing the ingredients according to the recipe he reads you and he occasionally screams that you’re not doing it the right way, taking over. After a while he frustrates you so much that you take a bit of flour, put it on your hand and then slap it on his chest. He’s flabbergasted, your white handprint on his black tee super visible. He doesn’t say anything for 5 minutes, just staring at you and at his shirt, while you’re on the floor crying from how much you’re laughing from his expression.

“You bitch” he seethes, scowling. “If you want me to show you how I hate people, you’re on the right fucking path”. Then he takes some cookie batter and smears it on your forehead. You try fighting him but he gets both of your wrists in one of his hands in a matter of seconds, and you can’t escape.

He gets on your eye level and with mirth in his eyes tells you “Y’can’t win at this. Keep on cooking or you’re not gonna taste what I prepared for you”. You poke out your tongue with laughter still in your irises. He rolls his eyes, trying to appear mad. At that moment, you realise that- He’s having fun. He's happy.

"If you're going to boss me around I'm at least going to have the music privilege," you tell him, wriggling out of his grasp. He whines, saying how your music always gives him a headache, but he's lying. You caught him singing along more than he would want to know.

You keep on cooking and singing all morning. You laugh, you scream while running around your living room making fun of each other (well, you laugh, he scowls), you truly enjoy your free time for the first time in what feels like ages. Katsuki doesn't try to hide that he's enjoying himself and how he gets annoyed when you're not on tune, and you beam at the fact he feels comfortable enough to show you some of his true colors. Your chocolate chip cookies turn out to be pretty amazing, and Katsuki says that it's only because he made the recipe himself.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Y/N" he smirks, looking at you breaking one cookie in half. You're both sitting down, having just finished taking them out of the oven.

"You know, you never call me by my name. Is that because you're rude or do you have problems with showing affection? How's your relationship with your mother?" you mock him while munching.

He flicks your forehead and blows on your face, making you scowl. He smells like the cookie he just finished eating plus a little bit of the coffee you made for the both of you. You offer him the bigger half of the cookie you broke in two, and he stares at you for a bit before taking it.

"You could've given me the smaller part. It's not like we don't have enough of them" he mumbles. You just shrug.

"Just take it. It came as a natural gesture, don't worry, it's not like I like you enough as a person to plan something like that" you reply, flipping him off while standing up and dusting yourself.

"Go prepare yourself. We're going out in 30 minutes," he tells you ignoring your middle finger right in his face and looking at his watch. If you didn't think about it it's even worse, dumbass , he thinks.

"30 minutes?! But I want to be cute! Ugh! You could've told me sooner!" you scream while running toward your door, and you hear him scoffing. You turn around and look at him, still basking in the sun that comes from the window in front of the kitchen counter. He seems more peaceful than he's ever looked, with flour on his clothes and his hair ruffled up from how much his hands were in it when you were doing something wrong baking.

"Kats?"

"Yeah, Y/N?"

"This was cute. We should do this again sometimes. You're a great cook" you say, giving him one of your most genuine smiles. He nods, then tells you to hurry up. When he's alone in the kitchen he brings one of his hands on his chest and hears how fast his heart is beating. He groans. You're going to give him a heart disease. Was this day a good idea?

You get out of the house and he has to force himself to not look at your legs. You wore one of those flowy summer dresses that compliments your skin so well he feels like he'll have a nosebleed at the end of the day. Fuck Katsuki, get a hold of yourself. You sound like a horny teenager, he scolds himself.

You lay your blanket on the green grass of one of the parks near your apartment, and he gets out different tupperwears with different things in them. He even gets out two bentos filled to the brim with food. You're shocked.

"Just how early did you get up to do all of this?! There's so much food!" you excitedly say, looking at the pearly whites of his teeth when he flashes you a shy smile for a fraction of a second, before returning to his usual impassible face.

"Early enough to see you still sleeping like the lazy ass you are. Don't flatter me too much, dumbass: dig in, you're gonna taste the best fucking food you'll ever eat. I'm never doing all of this again, but I'm gonna win this fucking deal no matter what" he says.

"You mean I just had to make a bet with you to make you a decent human being for a day? I'm writing it down" you joke. He rolls his eyes, scowl ever present on his features.

"Oh! By the way, I thought about doing something too. We're going to play a bunch of different games and whoever wins the majority of them is going to clean the house alone for two weeks. Are you in? Or are you scared to lose?" you ask him, pointing your fork at him and looking mischievous.

"You're talking to a master here. You're gonna be so sorry for yourself at the end of the day" he responds, looking ready to annihilate you.

You spend the rest of the afternoon eating and playing with each other. You're both really competitive, so most games finish as ties, but you have fun. When the sun starts setting, you get your things and start going toward your apartment.

"By the way, I won the flag quiz. That's so much better than winning fucking monopoly" he says frowning.

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say, loser," you tell him.

"We're gonna have a rematch. I'm gonna get your ass so bad you'll cry" he barks, glaring at your laughing form.

You open your door and mimick a parrot with your hand, like you're saying he's all talk and no smoke. He slaps the back of your head receiving an ouch from you, then puts the containers he used to prepare lunch in the sink. You sit on the kitchen counter while he's washing them.

"So, you're big on acts of service? That's how you show love, right?" you ask him, swinging your legs and looking at his back.

"Yeah, basically. I like it when people enjoy the things I do for them, I guess" he answers, not turning his face toward you. "Instead, your love language is quality time, right?" he continues.

You hum. "I like physical contact too, but it depends on the person I'm receiving it from, you know? It makes me super uncomfortable if someone forces it on me" you explain, shrugging. He nods, drying his hands and turning around.

"I noticed," he says.

"How?"

"I'm good at details. That's why I'm good at everything I do," he responds, seriously.

"Woah, your ego just blinded me," you tell him, a bit disgusted.

"Whatever. Hot choco then we order out?" he offers.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired. What about you make it?" you whine, and he scoffs.

"You ain't no princess, get your ass up," he says, putting one of his hands on your thigh and shaking it. He's positioned in a way where he maintains some distance, but if he were to take two steps he'd be between your legs. She's not uncomfortable now, he thinks. You huff, then hop off the kitchen counter.

"You should call me princess, since you look like the assassin the rival king hired to kill me" you mumble, getting a pan out.

"Oh, I'd kill you just right, princess" he whispers in your ear, making you shiver. He sounded kind of serious, too.

You push him away, calling him an idiot, and he chuckles before ordering pizza for the both of you.

Well, today was nice, you tell yourself, a little smile on your lips. I'd even like his pomeranian-looking ass if he wasn't so rude, you remark.

Meanwhile, as he's looking at you singing to yourself, he thinks that if he doesn't distance himself a bit from your big eyes and pretty smile, your story will be an "enemies to lovers" instead of a runaway princess and her assassin.

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 5 months ago

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Hitch, 2005

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 8.2k

Notes: It’s…. Not going great right now😂😂 things are actually hilariously bad and they’re going to get so much more worse before they’re better. I apologize to my friends and people who read my work because I haven’t been talking to anyone or putting anything out and like it all around just kinda ✨sucks✨ so I’m sorry, anyway I hope you guys like this one!

Eddie fixes his tie in the mirror, a freaking tie. He isn’t sure why he agreed to this, actually when Buck legitimately got on his knees and begged him to do this double date with him and Tommy he didn’t really have a choice.

It was Valentine’s Day and Tommy had gotten them a reservation at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city, he’d pulled some strings, called in a couple of favors, and got him and Buck a rooftop terrace gardeny type shit exclusive table!

And then his little sister popped in for a visit.

No matter how hard she begged to stay home, Tommy roped her into coming anyway because there was no way he was leaving her alone on Valentine’s Day. As much as Buck wanted a romantic dinner, he wanted to include her more. So Tommy called and asked for a table for four instead, and they agreed to it.

Which is when Buck came to Eddie’s door, crying and pleading for him to come with them and that he’d pay for absolutely everything.

And how could he pass up a free meal?

“Make sure you grab the flowers” Buck comes up next to him, messily tying his tie, and Eddie smirks.

“I will”

“And remember, she’s shy okay? So try not to be so…. I don’t know, really sexy Mexican guy! Try to be like…conventionally attractive but easy-going”

Eddie yanks the end of Buck’s tie and he makes a weird hacking noise.

“Would you just relax? I know you’re worried about being weird in front of Tommy. But he loves you, Buck, he already knows you’re weird”

“Oh haha you’re so funny” He sticks his tongue out “Besides, It’s…it’s not him I’m worried about”

“So what is it?” Eddie fixes his hair in the mirror and Buck grabs the comb right out of his hands and starts fixing the sides of his hair

“That’s his sister. And not just any sister, his little sister! Her opinion means a lot to him. Her opinion is the law! What if she doesn’t like me? What if that’s why she didn’t want to come?? What if she already hates me?”

He stares into the mirror, spiraling and thinking about all the things that could go wrong and Eddie shakes his head, leaning against the vanity and smiling.

“You know none of that’s gonna happen right?”

“Even the part where there’s an elephant stampede because I tripped over the gate and he gets trampled to death and she blames me and I go to jail for involuntary manslaughter???”

Eddie has to take a slow, deep breath. He lets his head tilt back and he quietly counts to five before turning back to him and putting his hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Especially, that part Buck.”

The doorbell rings a half hour later and Buck lets out a weird gurgling noise and jumps off the couch.

“I’m not ready!! " he calls out while running back to the bedroom, and Eddie rolls his eyes and pushes off the couch.

“You are ready so get your shit together so we aren’t late!”

He opens the door, expecting to see Tommy there but he’s a little surprised when he has to look down.

Well, fuck.

Tommy is coming up the walkway with two stupid-sized bouquets and you’re standing at the door, your hands laced behind your back. But that’s not what gets his attention, no it’s you.

He can tell those shoes are new from the way they shine, like gorgeous red rubies. They wrap around your ankles and have precious little bows on the backs of them. His eyes trail over your full figure and the way the little black dress hugs your body, he can feel a pull in the pit of his stomach at the way the square neck pushes your breasts together and he likes the way the bow in your hair matches the bow on your shoes.

“Hi,” He says, and…he knows he’s been caught staring by the way a pretty blush appears on your cheeks you look away from him and he doesn’t even bother hiding the blush on his cheeks.

“Hi,” you mumble and he melts at how soft and sweet your voice is. He’s so busy trying to remember his own name that he doesn’t notice Tommy coming up behind you, or the way his jaw sets just a little.

“Eddie? You gonna let us in??”

“Oh uh- shit yeah sorry. I - sorry. Anyway, welcome to my home” He steps aside, ushering you both in and you come in, your shoes thudding softly against the hardwood and sending a thrill through his body.

“You have a nice place,” You say, looking at the photos of friends and family he has lining the cabinet in the entryway he smiles and runs a nervous hand through his hair.

“Thanks… I uh- tried to clean up a bit when I heard you two were coming to pick us up”

“Speaking of,” Tommy looks around “Where’s my Evan?”

You gag a little and Eddie immediately decides he likes you… even if you know he’d already decided that the second he saw you.

“He’s in the spare - sorry he’s in “his” room. He’s kinda nervous”

“Why would he be nervous?” Tommy’s tone is immediately worried and Eddie gives a little nod toward you.

“Oh. I’ll be right back” he hands Eddie one of the bouquets and chuckles

“From us, to you, our Valentine” He winks and kisses his cheek and Eddie gives him a side hug

“Thanks, man, happy Valentine’s Day, and thank you for dragging me along”

“It was our pleasure!”

Tommy heads back to Buck’s room, leaving you two alone and that’s, fun. You stand in the middle of the room awkwardly for a minute, your hands clasped behind your back.

“So uh-“ he clears his throat, toying with one of the roses “I didn’t know Tommy had a sister. Where are you from?”

He gestures for you to follow him to the kitchen and you do, he hesitates for a second, deciding to just be forward, and grabs your hips, helping you get up onto the counter next to the sink. You squeak when he lifts you, his fireman’s strength is no joke and he smirks a little before kneeling to look under the cabinet for a vase. You bite your lip when he unbuttons the cuffs and folds them up, he winks and your cheeks light on fire. You clear your throat and look anywhere but him.

“I was born in Minnesota before I was shipped off to my grandmothers and moved here to California. After she died I was put into foster care where Tommy’s family adopted me. He was already 18 when they got me so we weren’t together for very long, but he was the sweetest big brother ever”

Eddie listens to your story, staring into the glass while it fills with water. That explained the sun-kissed brown skin, the rich honey color he wanted to drag his tongue over and leave pretty bruises behind.

“Eddie?? I think that’s enough water”

He blinks a couple of times and comes back to the water overflowing from the vase and spilling over his hands.

“Shit” He curses quietly and shuts off the tap, he shakes out his hand and pours out a little bit. You hand him the flower food with a little snicker and he sticks his tongue out before pouring it in and grabbing some shears from the drawer next to him.

“Just keep a pair of clippers on hand huh?” You look at them and he rolls his eyes, pruning the bottoms

“You wait until May” He nods his head toward the window and you turn to look out “That garden is gonna be sprouting”

“May huh? I’ll make sure to plan a visit down here”

You help him arrange the roses in a comfortable silence, he gives your thigh little nudges and you poke him back with the toe of your heels. He’s smiling the entire time and every time he looks up so are you. Even your teeth are pretty to him, which, is weird okay it sounds weird but you have pretty teeth. You have naturally pouty lips and a cute button nose… you’re just too much for him and nothing even happened yet.

“I wonder what’s taking them so long” You work off a thorn and drop the stem in the vase and he scoffs.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know. I’m gonna have to like, burn those sheets”

You giggle as he makes a face and gags then grabs a towel to dry his hands with

“What was Buck so nervous about anyway? Tommy said he was pretty outgoing”

Eddie takes your hands, drying them for you and taking extra care to dry off your rings too

“He’s actually nervous about meeting you, don’t tell him I told you.” Eddie sets the towel down and places his hands on the counter on either side of your thighs, you lean back a little against the cabinets as you think

“Why in the world would he be nervous about meeting me?? Im- me!!” You hold your arms out and Eddie smiles, leaning in a little closer and you’ve got nowhere to run. Just the way he likes it.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t know you’re “you” yet. He just wants to impress you… he’s really into Tommy. I’ve never seen him this serious before, not to mention he’s literally never mentioned you before, at least not to me. I for sure would have remembered you”

You blush a little as you look into those deep brown eyes, you turn your head to look away and pretend to look at the ceiling.

“You uh- would have remembered me? Why do you say that?” You mumble and look down quickly, playing with the hem of your dress. Eddie hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Oh, I’d remember everything he told me about a gorgeous little thing like you” You feel his hand on your thigh, he just lightly places it there and your heart skips a beat. His eyes trail shamelessly over the glittery body oil you’d accentuated your look with and he wonders slightly if you taste as good as you look.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

Is he laying it on thick? Oh yeah definitely. But it’s Valentine’s Day and he’s got a pretty girl on his counter, who’s shy and quiet and it’s making his confidence shoot through the roof. Every giggle, every blush, every word he pulls from you is a win in his book.

“Hmm no I don’t think you have” you mutter coyly and it takes everything in him not to just kiss you. He can just feel Tommy throwing him into the nearest body of water already.

“You are positively,” He kisses your hand

“Wonderfully” He kisses your nose

“Stunningly” He kisses your forehead

“Beautiful”

His eyes flit down to your lips and he’s sure you can hear his heart slamming in his chest. The rhythm matches yours when your eyes find his lips as well. He’s smirking when you look into his eyes again and you lean forward just the littlest bit, giving him all the permission he needs.

Your eyes flutter closed as his lips hover mere inches from yours, you can feel the warmth of his breath splashing over your cheeks and you’re ready, you’re seriously going to kiss this God of a man you’ve only known for about 45 minutes and absolutely nothing in your body is telling you to stop.

Beat that Disney.

“Hey guys we’re ready to-“

“Jeez- Evan what-“

Buck stops hard when walking into the kitchen and Tommy smacks into him. He whirls around fast and pushes against his chest.

“Sorry I realized I wasn’t done”

He wraps his arms around his neck and you and Eddie can hear the sound of Buck giving him the nastiest kiss. Eddie helps you down from the counter and you slap your hands over your ears.

“MY BRAINNNN” you scream dramatically and melt into Eddie’s chest and he holds you against him, hoping you can’t feel the way he appreciates your tits pressed into his chest

“THE HORROR” He wails with you and you both hear Tommy laugh. He comes around the corner with Buck in tow, who’s blushing like a madman while giving Eddie an extremely pointed look.

Because he wants his friend to get it but can he please not get it when he has to meet his boyfriend’s sister for the first time?

Tommy leads him over to you and Eddie where apparently you’ve found yourself very comfortably sticking to, your arms are around his waist and he’s got his arms on your shoulders now.

“Am I interrupting something?” He blinks plainly, his face a completely blank slate and you pull away from Eddie, swallowing thickly and giving him a little smile

“We were just consoling each other over the loss of our sanity”

“Uh-huh”

The playful smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and Eddie knows he’s semi fucked. But he looks at you and the way that dress clings to your hips… and he doesn’t care if he’s royally fucked as long as it’s a chance with you.

“Anyway, there’s someone I want you to meet. Y/N, this is my boyfriend, Evan.”

Buck comes around and holds out his hand and you let go of Eddie, reaching for it.

“It’s just Buck, but it’s really nice to meet you” he shakes your hand vigorously and Tommy wraps his arms around his waist, grabbing his wrist calmly.

“She wants to keep her arm babe”

You giggle as he releases your hand, with a light blush on his cheeks “Sorry I- I’m just kinda nervous I guess”

“You don’t need to be” Your smile seems to calm him down a bit and Tommy feels him finally start to relax “I’ve been really excited about meeting you, my brothers told me so much about you!”

“Hopefully all good things” Buck’s voice cracks a little and Eddie snorts, earning a glare from him

“Of course! I think all the jobs you’ve had are really cool” You smile up at him and Eddie knows that’s the exact moment Buck falls in love with you, he smiles back at you, and kind of bends down to your height a little

“Why thank you, I’ve learned a lot over the years. Shall we?” He holds his arm out and you take it, giggling as he leads you out the kitchen and Tommy looks over at Eddie

“Did she just steal my date???”

“I’m pretty sure she just stole your entire evening”

Much to everyone’s dismay, it turns out that you and Buck get along really freaking well. He decides to sit in the backseat with you and you’re literally whispering in each other’s ear the entire way to the restaurant. You’re both snickering and trying to hold back full laughs, and every time Tommy catches Buck’s eye in the mirror he snorts and you both have to try and keep it in.

He’s immediately regretting introducing you two.

Eddie watches you in the mirror occasionally and he knows that it’s stupid, and it doesn’t make sense and you literally almost kissed. But he’s jealous of the way you lean into Buck’s side when he tells you something stupid, he’s jealous of the way you fall all over him every time you can’t help but burst laughing and he’s jealous of the completely innocent way that Buck’s hand occasionally brushes your bare thighs.

Tommy pulls up to the valet and gets out, he opens the door for Buck with a little glare and Buck just snorts, he puts his hand on his hip, pulls him a little closer, and kisses him and Tommy’s grumpy attitude vanishes.

“Happy Valentine’s Day” He whispers.

Eddie opens your door for you and you hop out, brushing the front of your dress out a little, you take a step to the side and he puts his arm around your waist and shuts the door.

“You two have a good laugh?”

“Sure did! We started a secret club, we’re gonna make a handshake for it later”

“Of course you did”

Once inside, the four of you are led up to the roof and your mouth drops open as soon as the elevator doors open. This place is set up like it’s straight out of a movie, from the fairy lights strung up around the perimeter to the rose petals creating a walkway to a table set with candles, a bottle of champagne on ice, and probably the fanciest napkins you’ve ever seen in your life.

The live music is a punch to the gut, the violins really bring on the waterworks. This is beautiful, this is trying to deeply impress someone level, and as you look up at Buck, watching him pull Tommy in for a shy kiss with little tears pricking in the corner of his eyes… you turn to Eddie, who’s already whispering to the man who’d brought you upstairs and you know he’s thinking the exact same thing.

Tommy and Buck are in their own world for a minute and Eddie tugs on your elbow to pull you to the side.

“So there’s a cancellation and a table open downstairs”

“Oh thank god”

“I know right?! Do you see how romantic this is?!”

“Yes!!” you gesture wildly “How could he think it was okay to bring us?!”

“What was he thinking?!”

“What’s going on you two?” Tommy turns to look at you and Eddie, who is currently slowly backing up toward the elevator and leaving you to break it to him

“Eddie and I got a table downstairs” You glare back at Eddie and he winks

“You guys what? No, it’s okay, Buck, and I want you here”

Eddie now grabs your waist and slowly backs you up with him. You place your hands over his and shake your head

“I love you so much Tommy and it was so sweet of you guys to invite us along… but this is for you okay? This needs to be about you two. You and Buck are gonna have an amazing time”

“I-if you’re sure?” He runs a hand uneasily through his hair and behind him, Buck clasps his hands together pleading with the two of you to get lost

“Oh we’re so sure” Eddie laughs and pulls you into the elevator with him “You two have fun!”

Buck wraps his arms around Tommy’s waist and pulls him into his chest

“We will!! Hey uh, Eddie? You want me to send you money for an Uber?”

“Yea, don’t worry Tommy I’ll take care of y/n tonight!”

“Wait I’m not so su-“

The doors close and you slump against Eddie who slumps against the wall

“…So that would have been so weird”

“Kyle” hits the ground floor button and you throw your hands in the air

“That’s what we’re saying!!!”

It turns out Eddie is wonderful company, he’s got you laughing and you’ve got him snorting into his champagne glass and trying not to laugh like an idiot and disturb everyone around you.

The table you’d gotten is tucked into a corner next to the window, you can see the busy L. A street as they start to calm down, it’s a cozy little table, and incredibly romantic. Eddie moved your chair right next to his when he pulled it out for you and you blushed at the intimate proximity he’d created. As if going to a romantic dinner on Valentine’s Day could have been any more intimate than it already was.

“Oh my god” Eddie is trying not to choke on champagne and you’re sinking into your chair with your hands over your face, trying to stifle the giggles. You’d told the most embarrassing Tommy story you knew. The time he’d gotten locked out of the locker room at work and had to run to find the chief in just a towel. His coworkers had sent you a ton of pictures that Eddie now owned as well.

You’re both wiping tears from your eyes when you finally sit up and clear your throat, Eddie holds his sides, still giggling and you reach for the nearly empty bottle of champagne and refill your glasses. You put his up to his lip and he takes a small sip before taking it from you.

“Good girl” He winks and you feel your cheeks turn pink, you’re hoping he doesn’t notice it, maybe just thinks it’s the champagne. But you can see the twinkle in his eye when he notices you squeeze your thighs together just slightly and he slowly sets your drink down.

“So, we’ve made fun of Tommy. We’ve made fun of Buck… I don’t know how I got mixed in, but I did. But you know what?” He runs the tip of his finger along the rim of his glass

“We haven’t really talked much about you”

“Me? What about me?” You feel a little uneasy and he reaches under the table, placing a hand over yours

“Oh! I just wanted to get to know you, you know? It’s nice to make new friends. I’ve always made them easily, it’s just keeping them I sometimes have problems with”

“Oh?” You tilt your head and he laces your fingers together and puts his arm over the back of your chair

“Sometimes I get in my own head you know? I don’t let people in… and that’s kind of left me alone more often than not”

Your heart breaks for him and you smile softly

“Whaddaya wanna know?”

“How about we start easy?” He smiles back “You have any pets?”

That gets your attention and you perk up, turning toward him

“I’m so glad you asked that”

You pull out your phone and excitedly show him pictures of your rabbit, Saturn. He fawns all over her immediately, the sweet little brown bunny seems to be the star of your life and he absolutely eats it up.

You show him video after video and he makes you send him pictures of her and nearly convinces you to take him to Tommy’s house when he finds out that she’s there right now.

“Bro” you shake your head as he stares into her little black eyes “There’s no way in hell we’re going back to Tommy’s tonight”

“But- bunny” He holds your phone up with a little pout and you coo at his sweet face and lean over to kiss his nose.

“Aww Pobrecito” You squish his face and he leans into your palms “Tomorrow! I promise”

You’re not sure when the conversation turned kind of naughty, but you can’t help but cackle at all his stupid dirty jokes. Maybe it was when you were telling him about the size of the cucumber you’d grown… or maybe it was when you said you would deep-throat a whole-ass mango if you could because they were your favorite.

Either way, Eddie is whispering dirty things into your ear and whilst they may be funny… they’re beginning to start a fire in your belly.

“I’m so serious, I found out in the worst way possible that Buck is packin’ okay?” He gags a little and you nod along deliriously, trying not to snort

“What about you huh?” You say playfully, nudging his shoulder and he stops a little, looking into your hazy eyes, and smirks

“Wouldn’t you like to know”

“We’re friends, right? Friends share dick sizes Eddie they just do”

“You know… you’re not the first person to say that to me”

You turn and laugh into his shoulder and he laughs with you, holding you closer and running his fingers down your arm

“Hey! That tick-“

Your breath gets caught in your throat when he places your hand over his cock, you look up at him and he strokes your palm against it. You gasp as it hardens underneath your fingertips and you swallow thickly feeling just how large he is

“Any other questions baby girl?”

You shake your head fast and he smirks, before leaning down and placing a kiss on your neck.

“Well, I have one or two. Can I ask ‘em?”

You nod and he lets go of your hand, grinning when you leave it on his cock, and slides his hand up your torso and over your chest.

“Do you like wearing necklaces?” You feel his fingers splay across your throat before wrapping around it squeezing lightly. He likes the little cross-eyed expression on your face when you gasp out for air.

“Well?” He squeezes a little to get your attention and you come back to him

“Uh-huh”

“Oh good, so do I! I have this very nice gold chain my tia gave me when I was maybe 15”

You’re hardly listening to him, you’re really more focused on the hand around your throat and the way he squeezes lightly, just enough to make you dizzy and send the champagne buzzing happily down between your legs.

“You ready to get out of here?” He asks you quietly and all you can do is stare at him. He chuckles lightly and lets go of you, but keeps the hand on your neck.

“Hey, sugar? You in there?”

You blush and nod at him, something that was apparently the only freaking thing you could do this entire night and he smiles.

“Alright cool, I’ll order our Uber”

A half-hour later, you and Eddie stumble your way out to the Uber, he keeps his arm around your waist tightly and you wrap your arm around his neck.

He’d done what he’d seemed to be doing all night and did another 180, acting like the last half hour of your conversation hadn’t even happened, now he was back to telling his corny dad jokes.

He had a stupid amount of fire jokes.

He opens the door for you and you fall in, taking him with you. You both erupt in giggles and he helps you up and swings your legs into the car. He flops into the car and you pull him in awkwardly climb over him and shut the door.

“Are you both in?” Your driver, Milo chuckles and you give him a little thumbs up over the back of the seat

“We’re in!!”

“Is it too much to ask you to buckle up?”

You look at Eddie in a heap underneath you and at the seatbelts

“Uhhhh I think we can try. We can try right?”

“We can try” Eddie agrees and you get off of him and sit awkwardly in your seat. Eddie gets on his hands and knees and reaches for your belt, he pulls it way too far out and tries to click it in. He spends a good 30 seconds just trying to get it in the buckle and by then you’re losing it.

“Shut up! Shut- up!! Im close”

“That’s what she said” you cackle and he smacks your thigh. You hear Milo upfront snicker and you squeal.

“See!! He thinks I’m funny!!!”

“Oh yeah you’re just a barrel of laughs” Eddie pulls away and his face is so close to yours, that you can feel his breath fan across your face, and smell the peach champagne on his lips. His eyes flit down to yours and you’re right back in the same position from earlier.

Only no annoying brother is going to interrupt you…

You scoot forward and he easily clips himself into the middle seat

“We’re ready,” he says distractedly and the car starts moving. He moves your legs into his lap and you slowly wrap your arms around his neck

“This is cozy,” You say quietly and he runs his hand over your thigh, squeezing lightly

“Very cozy”

“Can we…can we do something” You whisper and he smirks, running his hand under your dress and higher up your thighs

“You into voyeurism sweet girl?… didn’t really peg you as the type”

You punch him in the chest and he leans his head down and laughs into your shoulder

“That’s not what I meant!!! I just…I wanted to make out” you mumble as your cheeks turn pink and Eddie pulls away to look at you again

“Sorry, honey I don’t think I quite heard that, you wanna run it by me again?”

Your cheeks burn right through to the freaking bone and you roll your eyes

“I said… do you want to make out” You say it a little louder and he grins wickedly

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask”

He closes the distance between you, finally capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It's not gentle or sweet like you’d been expecting- no, this kiss is hungry and demanding, full of all the pent-up desire he's been feeling since he first laid eyes on you since Tommy had interrupted what was gonna be your first kiss.

He kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to like you’re the air he needs to breathe. His tongue laps at your mouth, exploring every inch of you, wanting to claim you as his own. He nips at your bottom lip, soothing the sting with his tongue before kissing you again.

You try to keep up with him, with his roaming hands and absolutely sinful tongue but it’s almost too much, and soon you’re moaning as he wraps his hand around your neck, pinning you against the door, and takes what he wants from you.

His fingers slide higher and higher and you just feel them brush teasingly against your panties when the car suddenly comes to a stop.

“Here we are!”

To his credit, Milo kept the music sort of loud and the windows down to drown out the noises you were making, that Eddie totally was eating up and egging you on more and more. He pulls away from you, admiring your kiss-swollen lips and the dazed look in your eyes.

“Let’s get you inside Princess”

“Thank you for tonight… I wouldn’t have minded staying alone, but this was really nice”

Eddie has his arm over the back of the couch, his hand is laid on your thigh and you smile up at him, leaning back against the couch. He takes a sip of his champagne and sets the glass down on the coffee table. You’d both sobered up a bit after your make-out session and decided to keep the party going back at his place, it was nice to just relax and let go.

Even if it drove Eddie crazy the way you shyly came into his home and said you needed to use the bathroom and managed to hide away from him for a good 15 minutes just to gather yourself. He’d taken the liberty of setting out more drinks and impatiently waited for you to come back to him.

“I should be thanking you, you’re a lot of fun to be around… how long are you staying in town?”

“As long as Tommy wants me around, I’m sure he’ll get sick of me at some point” You hand Eddie your glass and he puts it down next to his

“If he kicks you out you’re welcome here, I’ve got a spare room” His fingers trail over your thigh and you blush, scooting a little closer to him. Strawberry champagne looks good on you, he thinks as he watches your cheeks turn pink.

“Wanna see it? You know, decide if you’d even like to hang out here?”

“Sure!”

Eddie gets up from the couch and reaches out for you, he takes your hands and squeezes them before pulling you up into his chest. You stumble a little and giggle and he cups your face.

“You okay?”

“Just a little tipsy” You hum, leaning against him and he smooths his thumbs over your cheeks, enjoying the way your pretty eyelashes fluttered closed for a second

“Yeah… I know what you mean” he leans down and kisses your eyelids, your breath fans across his face lightly and he bites his lip, looking down at yours.

“Come on…” he squeezes your hand and leads you back to the spare room. He flicks on the lights and you peek around his shoulder, it’s painted a very pale blue and the linens match the curtains.

“My Tia helped with decorating” he answers your questioning look and you step into the room, doing a little spin and walking over to the large full-length mirror.

“I like it, it’s nice”

Eddie stands behind you and you look at him in the mirror, you shudder and sigh softly when his warm hands cup your shoulders. His fingers dance over your skin, down your arms, and turn you around to face him.

“Nice huh? You haven’t even tried the bed, what if you don’t like it?”

“Oh that’s true…”

He walks backward, taking you with him, and sits down on the bed. You stall for a second before climbing into his lap and straddling him. He holds your hips and you place your hands on his chest, slowly pushing him down.

Eddie grins, running his thumbs over your hips and you smirk

“It kinda looks like you’re the one trying to bed right now”

“Hmmm… yeah I guess you have a point. We should fix that”

He rolls over with you and settles between your thighs, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you

“You know? This isn’t actually that bad, like this bed is super comfy”

“S’why I picked it”

You let out a soft moan, feeling his lips connect with your neck. He swirls his tongue, tasting your buttery soft skin, and moans with you. You start to work at the buttons on his shirt and he smirks, sucking on your pulse point while your fingers shake.

“Aren’t you an eager little thing?” He teases, and you feel his hands on your thighs, pushing your dress up around your hips

“Uh-huh, you’re sure talkin’ a whole lotta shit for someone who got me into their bed”

“Why don’t we both be whores?”

You toss your head back and laugh and he snickers against your neck and rolls his hips against yours and you both groan. He reaches down and you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling.

“What’re you doing?” You whisper and he kisses your cheek

“I don’t want to ruin these pants, getting suits cleaned isn’t that easy”

You snicker and prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him pull away for a minute and shuck off his pants, he leaves them on the chair in the corner for a second and you giggle, watching him take off his shirt too.

He comes back over, taking your ankle and kissing the inside of it. He trails kisses down your thigh and starts to bend down, settling your thighs over his shoulders.

“I plan on taking my time with you pretty girl… wanna take you on dates, wanna see these pretty, thick thighs splayed across my front seat”

He buries his face between your legs, nudging his nose against your soaked panties, and inhales slowly, he drags his tongue over the pathetic patch of cotton and sucks on them.

“So fucking good” He grinds his hips into the bed and you arch your back and push his face closer. He looks up at you and hooks his finger in your panties like he’s giving you the option to tell him to stop.

But the blissed-out look on your face and the hazy shade to your eyes just spurs him on. He pulls them away, moaning at the sticky tendrils that come with them and before you can even react to the cool air he’s already on you.

He eats you like a man starved and you cry out, putting your hand on his head and tugging on his hair.

“Jesus you taste even better than I ever imagined”

He moans into your pussy and brings a hand up to hold onto your thigh, keeping it over his shoulder and pressing soft kisses against your skin. He looks up at you, holding your gaze with smoldering eyes and you can practically feel the gush between your legs

“You wanna ride my face baby? Wanna feel you grind that pretty little cunt on my lips until you cum”

“O-oh my-“

Before you can even respond you’re shrieking as he rolls you both over. He purposely wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you in place so you can't run, even when you try. He slaps your ass and you jolt, making him moan underneath you.

“Come on Sugar, use me”

It’s the way his voice breaks when he says that, the little hint of a desperate whine that drives you to move your hips. You grip his hair and let your head fall forward, you gasp out and he hums between your legs.

“That’s it baby” He coaxes “Grab it like you mean it”

You pull his hair harder and he groans appreciatively

Eddie leans in and places a soft kiss right on your clit, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves.

His hands squeeze your ass, helping to guide your movements as he encourages you and you’re lost on him. You haphazardly reach for the headboard and brace yourself as you grind on his face. He moans beneath you and spreads your cheeks enough to drag his thumb over your puckered hole.

“Whaaat the fuck are you doing??” You keep rolling your hips and brushing your clit against his nose, you can feel his finger on you but you’re too hot and flustered to pay too much attention to what he’s doing, besides whatever he’s doing feels good anyway

He makes a muffled answer kind of noise because it's not like he can exactly answer you for real at the moment, but you get the gist of his “just let it happen” When his tongue swirls sinfully through your folds and your back is arching deeper against his mouth.

“E-Eddie wait I’m gonna cum please let me down please pl-“

Eddie drags your hips away from his mouth just enough to glare at you

“I came here prepared to drown Y/N. I’m a firefighter, you think I can’t handle gushing water?”

You bark out a laugh and he shoves you back over his mouth and you shriek, your hands reaching out for the headboard and he smacks your ass, squeezing your full cheeks in his hands. He moans underneath you and pushes his fingers inside you at the same time and you finish, your hips grinding down on his mouth while he drinks your juices.

Your head falls back with a soft opened mouth gasp, stars exploding behind your eyes. He works his fingers in and out of your ass while sucking hard on your clit and you reach down with one hand, trying to push him away.

“S-stop!” You writhe on his mouth and he hooks his arm around your waist, pinning you down to him so you can’t get away from him. He works you through another earth-shattering orgasm and you slump forward against the headboard, crying into it as your thighs shake around his face.

He pulls his fingers away and pushes you down off his mouth, gasping loudly while reaching for your waist to steady himself.

“Jesus fucking Christ you taste good” He licks at the wetness on your torso and you whine and try to shuffle back down his body. He snickers and keeps you sat on his chest for a bit, rubbing his face against your breasts and you flick his forehead.

“Quit being a perv and let me go!”

He rolls his tongue over your nipple and you shudder when he bites down gently, sucking it between his lips.

“Cállate, corazón”

Your mouth drops open and he chuckles, pulling away with a wet pop! And bringing you down his torso like you’d asked

“Did you just tell me to shut up??” You narrow your eyes when he brings you face-to-face with him

“No? I don’t know what you’re talking about”

He turns you both over and wraps his arms tightly around you then nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling your lingering perfume and the distinct scent of sex that clings to your body.

“I feel like you’re lying” You look at his closed eyes and the corner of his mouth twitches upward.

“Shhhh, go to sleep”

He blindly runs his hand down your face and you groan, batting at his hands and snuggling into his chest.

“Asshole” You mumble and he places a soft kiss on your shoulder

“Mhmmm sure am”

Eddie rolls over the next morning, reaching for you but he comes up with an empty bed. His eyes pop open and sure enough, you aren’t there, he sits up slowly, wiping at his eyes and sighing as he reaches for his phone. Buck has sent at least 25 texts… because that’s just him and Tommy has left a couple, asking about you how you’re doing, and when he should come get you.

He answers those ones first, telling him that he’ll bring you home later and that he and Buck should enjoy their day together, then he wades through the smut Buck sent him.

Wow! He’s so glad he could know Tommy’s EXACT size.

A little knock at the door gets his attention and he looks up

“Come in??”

You push open the door with your shoulder and he holds back a groan. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts, it sticks to your curves and doesn’t quite fit over your hips. It stretches across your breasts and he can see your dark nipples through the white fabric.

“H-hi” he awkwardly shifts a pillow into his lap, watching you bring a tray into the bedroom.

“I made you breakfast, it was the least I could do after you let me stay the night…”

You set the tray down, breakfast for two and he takes it so you can climb into bed with him.

“Personally I feel like the eating I did last night was payment enough but whatever, not that any thanks were necessary”

You whack his chest and he snickers and wraps his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

“Thank you, this was really nice of you” He nuzzles his nose into your neck and you blush, trying to push him away.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Eat your pancakes!”

He pushes your hands down and holds them in place while he kisses your neck.

“No really! This was sweet of you princess” He growls and you melt a little, your cheeks flushing.

“Sooo sweet and domestic of you” He mumbles in your ear, nipping at your lobe “My good girl got her pussy eaten… so she made me breakfast”

Your jaw drops and your mouth gapes open and shut while you try and process his freaking sentence.

“I- no that’s- no I”

“That’s a little submissive of you don’t you think? You want me to tell you how proud I am of you?” He trails his fingers over your arm and your eyes nearly pop out of your head

“You did such a good job baby girl, these look so good. I bet you just put your whole heart into it didn’t you?”

You blink slowly, processing what just happened and definitely not processing why it stoked a very distinct fire in your belly. He finally pulls away and cuts out a piece from the stack, he falls back into the pillows as he chews and moans.

“Dude what the fuck” He takes another bite and does a little happy wiggle “These are good”

“It's a family recipe” You breathe out, coming back down from Neptune and into the adorable two-bedroom home, where you’re currently sharing a bed with a sort of stranger who took his time with you last night.

“Buck is basically my brother, and Tommy is his boyfriend and they’re probably gonna get married so I really feel like that makes me family”

“Or you could just marry me” You snort take the other fork and dig in

“I was gonna say that, but I thought it would freak you out” He cheeses and it makes you roll your eyes

“Right…right because whatever you just pulled on me wasn’t going to freak me out, but you know asking me to marry you after the first date? That’s crazy”

“See! Now you’re getting it!”

He holds a piece of bacon up to your mouth and you narrow your eyes and take a bite, you reach out for your juice and he grabs it for you, tilting it up to your lips.

“I can-“

“I know you can. I want to do it for you”

There’s no room for argument and you sip it, watching him watch you. His eyes trail over your jaw and down your neck, he tips the cup a little higher making you tilt your head back more to keep from drinking it too fast. He pulls the cup away slowly and looks back at you, those pretty brown eyes sparkling.

“You know I wasn’t lying… when I said I wanted to take you out, wanted to take my time with you… or when I said you were absolutely welcome here. It wasn’t just the champagne talking”

“I know” You smile a little and look down at your eggs “I just… don’t know if it’s realistic. Last night was…good but I don’t live here Eddie, I literally live hours away”

“So move here” He says it like it’s the easiest thing, like it’s a complete no-brainer.

“I’m- are you joking?? Eddie, I can’t just pick up my life and come live here? That’s not… that’s not plausible”

“What’s holding you back? You already told me you didn’t have much there for you, Tommy is here, and Buck is here! And you love him already… and I mean, even if things about work between us? If there even is an us… I want to be your friend Y/N first and foremost. Even if you wanted to stop exploring whatever this?” he gestures between the two of you “Is?? I’d be happy just being your friend, and right now I’ve got the means for you to be here so… why not just take a chance?”

You flop back in the pillows, considering what he’s said and he flies a little piece of bacon over to you again and you giggle.

“Besides, my garden remember? I wanted you to see it in May and it’ll be a heck of a lot easier if you’re living here. Maybe we can even plant things together? Make it ours?”

Ohhhh boy did he know how to bargain. Plants??? A garden?? It’s like he knew your heart already.

“I can even put a nice chair out there for you, so you can read in the sun”

He’s got this soft way with words, this really soft, really convincing… really-

“I’m gonna move here aren’t I?”

“You can decorate this room however you want”

“Tommy is gonna kill me”

“You’re definitely going to have to share it with Buck”

“Yeah I can see that”

“But you’ll do it? You’ll move in with me?”

Eddie is so eager to have you and it’s hard not to get excited with him, you sit back up and turn to him, and he mimics your stance, looking into your eyes in that deep way he always seems to look at you with

“You promise that… that if things don’t work out between us… you won’t kick me out?”

“I promise Y/N on my word, I do. I want to be your friend too honey… our relationship doesn’t have to just be whatever this is you know?”

“Okay…okay. It would take some time to get everything together… I’d have to sell my apartment and get everything in order to be shipped here. Can I bring Saturn?? I should have asked that first, cause this ain’t goin’ nowhere if that little bunny isn’t with me”

“I’m not a monster” Eddie slaps his hand on his chest offendedly and you giggle “Of course that precious baby can come too. Hey! Why don’t we go on a date today hm? I’ll buy that little bunny whatever she needs to be comfortable here and we can get lunch”

“I-I can’t ask you to do that” you stutter and he moves closer while pushing the tray away from you two.

“You’re not asking, and neither am I ”

He places his hand on your neck, gently pushing you backward onto the bed and you gulp, looking up at him. He squeezes lightly and nuzzles his face against yours then places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“You’re going to make me very very happy Princess. I just know it”

You let out a shaky breath and he settles between your legs again just like last night

“Whaddaya say princess… you want an encore?”

You’re about to answer when your phone rings, Eddie reaches over you and grabs it, handing it to you, and then kisses his way down your body.

“Hi T-Tommy!” You take in a sharp breath as Eddie kisses the front of your panties and hooks his fingers in them

“I have something to tell you”

#words by rhys #rhys writes #911 x reader #eddie diaz #911 fox #eddie diaz x reader #911 show #911 abc #evan buckley #valentines day #valentine’s day 2025 #911 #911 fanfic #911 fic

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olicohens · 1 year ago

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oh no you guys. i’m going to spew things i’ve realized while rewatching umbrella academy. I’m realizing were all being too sucked into fanon things after being stuck without canon content for so long. We have convinced ourselves Five acts like a mean mean dude to everyone but rewatching, i’ve realized he’s only stressed and is saying things out of panicked anger, especially in s1 with the apocalypse dooming over them. he acts soft to his siblings multiple times, he’s really not as mean as we write him in fanfiction. he is a little crap though, that’s for sure, and i love him for that <3

also realizing that the siblings don’t hate five. they just literally don’t know him at all. he came back a completely different person after 17 years for the siblings, they don’t know five, he’s a stranger so of course they’re gonna be cold to him. it’s like, “i don’t know you well, but you’re always going to be my brother in the end”.

ALSO. for those who ship some of the siblings, uhm… i’ve seen a lot of you guys try to prove that they don’t see eachother as siblings and more like academy students, but they very much say in just about every episode that they see eachother as siblings. they don’t actually SAY that word by word but they say things like “she’s our sister”, or “our dad”. if they say OUR dad… bro. i’m not even going to continue, you can put it together yourself. But, i do realize why people ship the siblings. I am not defending incest shippers but with umbrella academy i can see why people have resorted to it. only 3 of the characters in the main sibling cast has romantic partners. people like shipping people, people love writing romantic relationships, but with only diego/lila, dave/klaus, and sissy/viktor, (i’m not going to count five/dolores for now) people are desperate with the need to ship the rest of the siblings with someone, and since there are only a few actual canon characters in the show that interact with our main 7, people start shipping them together… yikes. anywho, that’s all for that peice. i blame the show writers as well for shipping luther/allison, they did not have to do that, but i’m hoping it was only to convey the severity of what childhood trauma does to people.

ALSO THIS HERE SHOOK ME. I actually think Reginald cares for the siblings. i hate to say it, but it’s true. caring for them does not mean being good, though. he was a horrible father, and person, but he genuinely did care for the siblings, in a like, “being the best is the best thing for you, i will make you better, for your sake, even if you don’t know it now, you will see that i am right” kind of way.

also why has NOBODY MENTIONED THIS. in season 2 when diego first reunites with five in the asylum, while he’s walking into the visitors room, he’s staring at five with this heartfelt, soft look, and then says “five…” in the most soft spoken voice ever 😭 your honor i love them

ALSO UGHHH THIS. IM GOING TO FREAK OUT ABOUT CAMERAWORK AND METAPHORS HERE SO BARE WITH ME. we as a fandom complain about the lack of flashbacks five has due to his ptsd. we’ve seen his first flashback since getting back to his family in s1 during the van scene when he gets triggered by those kids playing and starts thinking about his own childhood, i’m guessing. i ate that scene up, and was sad to see that be one of the only deeply vulnerable scenes he has in the season, and during my first watch i thought they’d never bring it back up. but they do!! i may be stupid for not realizing but whatever. in season 2, when five is trying to explain at elliot’s with all his siblings around that another apocalypse is coming, everyone starts talking about each other. as someone who studies film and camerawork, i love this scene. we see the camera focus on five as it slowly zooms in. it doesn’t switch scenes at all as the siblings voices overlap and echo over eachother. this whole scene conveys him getting overwhelmed and he starts to zone out, starting to think of the nuclear war he saw his siblings in. the scenes of the war start quickly switching through, showing many different scenes of it before it switches back to five, who says “guys, you all die. i want to forget it but i can’t” which just UGH its so well done there. if you think about it, he was starting to slip into another flashback. he was triggered by talking about their deaths in the war but was handling it well until the siblings started fighting, where we see the overlapping voices happen. it portrays him losing control and being unable to pull it back together with too much going on for him to focus on grounding himself. we DO however, see that five was able to pull himself out before he fell too deep into the flashback. i love how they show this through them still having the scene showing the war, but then fives voice starts talking over the scene which is still focusing on the war as if he was pushing it back and forcing himself to come back to the present.

thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far, i will continue to freak out another time <3

#umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #tua #theumbrellaacademy #umbrella_academy #FREAAAKING OUT #five hargreeves #number five #reginald hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #lila pitts #camera work #film #nerding out

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alaskan-wallflower · 5 days ago

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fandom things i hate

(probably controversial lmao)

People blaming Ponyboy or Darry for the events of the book. Ponyboy is a 14 year old child who is deep in mourning the loss of his parents and Darry’s a big brother trying his best to keep Ponyboy and Sodapop with him. Darry hitting Pony is inexcusable, but the book isn’t his fault.

Adjacently, when people paint Darry as an abuser. Ponyboy is NOT flinching at Darry if he raises his voice. Darry smacking him isn’t a reoccurring thing—Pony mentions himself that “nobody had ever struck him before”. Again, I’m not excusing what Darry did, but comparing him to say Johnny’s parents is outlandish.

Cherry Valance hate. I know the real reason people hate her is because she’s a morally grey woman. If she was a guy she would probably be absolutely adored in fandom. Either that or she’d be completely ignored like Randy.

Fleshing out only the male characters. There’s nothing wrong with fleshing out the male characters, I just want to see appreciation for the girls sometimes too. There’s so much you can do with them.

Johnny woobification. I don’t know what it is with fandom in general making abuse victims out to be “shy widdle baby who can’t defend himself XD” but like…Johnny isn’t a baby. Johnny can defend himself.

The hypocrisy between subfandoms. I think it’s stupid to shit on people who don’t like Steve and Randy being erased from canon in some medias and then turn around and be all “you guys are horrible people because you say my favorite character who is only canon to this media isn’t canon”. or vice versa. Like dawg nobody cares about what characters you like and don’t want in canon, just shape your own little fanon world. This shits just toxic and hypocritical imo. This isn’t even me being biased because i love Steve at this point this has pissed me off for months.

Similarly. arguing over what’s canon and what isn’t. Nobody cares what you think is canon or isn’t. Post what you want and you’ll find your audience. You have no right to invade other people’s spaces and bitch at them about what’s canon and what isn’t. This is a problem in all the subfandoms tbh and it’s lowkey getting annoying please stop

When people ignore the fact that Johnny would be permanently confined to a wheelchair if he had lived. Blatantly ignoring a character’s disability is ableism, plain and simple. If it doesn’t fit your storyline, change the storyline, not the character.

The Steve/Pony beef exaggeration. I seriously do not think Steve—a fully 17 year old senior in high school—is going to have such extensive beef with a middle schooler to the point where he’s like beating him up or whatever yall have him doing like

Shitting on people for what they do and don’t ship. This is just immature. Grow up. Unless it’s illegal it really shouldn’t be an issue.

Dally being praised for doing horrible things while Sandy, Sylvia and Cherry are shamed for the littlest things. There’s no way you’re going to sit around and be all “Dally only sexually harassed Cherry because he’s just a silly widdle wumpkin!” while saying you’d watch Sandy get executed publicly (real comment i saw on pinterest btw like what the fuck 😭 if you’re hating a fictional character to the point you want to see them get publicly executed i think there’s smth seriously wrong with you)

i’ll make a fandom things i love version soon cause i’ve been bitchy the last few days i promise

(please take all this at face value too, im not trying to spark any controversy, these are just things i wanna rant about lmao)

#the outsiders #draft cleaning #daily grievances #lowkey felt safer ranting about fanon in the south park fandom than i do in the outsiders fandom #and i got told to kms almost weekly lmfao #i already know people are gonna take issue with this but yk what ion care #gotta speak my truth

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pretty-blkgirl · 8 months ago

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Soul’s Desire [Ch. 33]

- Masterlist -

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“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head when you fell?”

“We can go back to the hospital if you need to”

“I swear to God I’ll get Eunji fired, she went too fucking far”

“Want some more food?”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“You sure you’re not concussed?”

“Security stopped me from going onstage when I saw you fall”

“You have a bruise on your arm”

Chan was nice enough to allow you some much-needed silence on the car ride to Han and Lee Know’s dorm, but as soon as you two stepped foot in the door, the other seven of your soulmates swarmed you.

Soon, eight worried men were surrounding you, offering food, questioning you, or ranting about how they were going to avenge you.

Han knew half the reason you were upset was because of the backlash you were getting, so that was the main topic after the boys ensured you were full and well-hydrated.

“This is so fucking frustrating” Felix, the usual peacemaker, seethed. You noticed he and Chan spoke English when they were pissed. Their accents were heavier than usual as they ranted to one another, offering solutions to your problems.

“Baby we’ll take care of this, don’t even worry about it” I.N sighed, giving you a look of sympathy

“How so? It’s not like you guys can tell people to stop talking shit about me”

“I can” Hyunjin shrugged, “And I will. Fuck my idol image, I’ll do whatever it takes to defend you”

You smile, “I appreciate that baby, but that’ll do more harm than good”

“A dating rumor will start. Dispatch will eat that shit right up” Seungmin noted, “Then she’ll get more hate. Then the company is involved, internal investigations, hiatuses maybe”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, his irritation apparent but he nodded, agreeing that speaking out may not be the best solution.

“All we can do is let this shit blow over. I mean, people are talking shit but I saw a bunch of Charms defending me”

“I’ve seen some Stays defending you too” Han pointed out, “Actually, anyone with sense is defending you”

“There shouldn’t be a need to defend her in the first place. People are mad because she had a medical emergency. That’s so stupid” Changbin ranted

“People are stupid” Chan sighed, frustration clear in his voice, “What do you wanna do y/nnie? How do you want to handle this?”

Eight pairs of eyes stared at you as you thought about the question. Really, what could you do?

“It can’t be helped” You conclude, “This is just… one of the downsides of being an idol. It sucks but I just gotta deal with it.”

“I’m so sorry baby” Felix frowns, tears welling up in his eyes. You dubbed Felix the “feeler” in the group. Whenever you felt like crying but you didn’t want to let those tears out, he’d do it for you. Same for if you wanted to laugh, or scream. He gave you that relief.

“I feel like we can at least get Eunji fired” Han groaned

“She said it was an accident, plus I can’t blame her entirely. I hadn’t eaten anything the entire day, part of it was my fault too”

“It wasn’t a damn accident” Changbin huffed, “And don’t blame yourself for anything. However, I’m gonna make it my mission to make sure you’re eating and drinking like you’re supposed to”

You nod, knowing when Changbin is serious about something, nothing is going to stop him from doing it.

“You know what? How about we all turn our phones off and just spend time together? No outside distractions, and especially no social media” Hyunjin suggested

Everyone agreed, but you made sure to send a message to your members and manager, letting them know your whereabouts.

I.N. ran to the kitchen and came back with a large plastic bowl. It had little cartoon cats on it, so you knew who it belonged to.

“Everyone put their phones in the bowl. We’re having a soulmate bonding night”

“You sound like Felix” Minho rolls his eyes but is the first to hand over his phone. The rest of you follow suit, with Hyunjin being the last one to do so.

“Let’s pop some popcorn and watch a movie” You suggest, “I’ll pick the movie”

“Nuh uh y/nnie” I.N. protests, “You have a habit of picking sad movies. We aren’t crying tonight”

“Let’s watch a scary movie,” Seungmin says

“Hell no” Chan and Felix seem to say at the same time

“Romance then” Hyunjin smiles

It’s you who sighs this time, “Hyunjin, please. You know I adore you, but nobody wants to see Titanic….again”

“I say we watch an Action Movie,” Changbin says excitedly, “Jurassic Park?”

“We watched that last time” Han whines

“Let’s just do a comedy” Minho grunts, grabbing the remote and picking a random streaming service

You all settle on a random movie you enjoy and the boys have never seen it.

The spacious living room was filled with laughter, sounds of sneaky kisses, and the crunching of popcorn as your movie marathon went on.

At some point, the movies stopped, and you all had sleepy conversations that lasted way longer than they should have.

Before you knew it though, you were curled up in Minho’s bed, wearing only a shirt you stole from his drawer.

You slept in a starfish position, leaving Minho to sneak off to Han’s room to get a chance at a comfortable night’s sleep.

The rest of the boys went to their respective dorms, all giving you a kiss goodnight before leaving.

You dreamt of sunny days and starry nights, lying on the grass with eight familiar faces huddled around you.

It was the best sleep you had gotten in years.

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wayfayrr · 1 year ago

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Alright, I wonder how long an ask can be. U asked for it!😝

Also, if u were curious, since I’ve only played Botw and most but not all of totk, 98% of the time my yandere self-aware ideas will be of Wild/Tears.

How does Wild/Tears feel about the fairies? Like, is he embarrassed that reader has to watch that? Does he worry what they think? Or is he just like “eh, I can’t control their upgrade animations, sorry”. Then how does he feel when reader thinks it’s kinda cute/funny? I don’t want to traumatize the poor guy, but I must admit watching the level four animation is slightly funny bc I feel so bad for him. And in level three when he covers his face is cute.

What about when he just has to sit there for 10 hrs his time? Listen, I wanna upgrade the darn champion’s tunic but the stupid upgrades require 2 of each farmable dragon Zelda item. And I couldn’t find her for so long it was annoying. Ik she follows a certain path but even so u have to just keep following the path hoping u eventually run into her. So I just decided to farm an item, then sit there for 10 minutes r time until she’s farmable again. So how does Tears feel? Am I wasting his time? Is he bored? If he had an animation for it would he fall asleep? Would he glare at me for making him sit there for 10 hours? Plus, ima be honest. For those 10 minutes of me just waiting, I’ll usually scroll on my phone. I’m not gonna stare at the tv for 10 minutes, sorry lol. So is he mad that I’m not paying attention to him and stuff?

What about if I laugh at him? Alright, I don’t do it That much lol, just if I make an embarrassing mistake w him and he looks a little funny. Would he be embarrassed? Mad? ….?? I think he’s cuuute! It’s fiiine, right…?😭

Thinking about my one ask where I used him for science, totally not using bombs on him for any other reason! Anyway, so I have to admit, his overheating animation I like. I’m all for angst/whump w characters. Whenever I read AO3, 98% of the stories r angst/whump for Wild/Tears. Sicfic? Yes please! Nightmares? Yes please! Psychological torture? Sign me up! There was this one fic someone wrote about Wild being hit by a curse that trapped him in his memory next time he unlocked one, so he had to watch it over and over and over. The rest of the chain had to save him. Tho, if it makes u feel any better, I only like happy endings, no open ended ones, no sad ones, or character deaths. Nope. Fairy tale where they all lived happily ever after please and thank u lol. So anyway, I got sidetracked lol. My question was, would he be mad if I just put the game on the clothes menu when he’s overheating so he doesn’t lose any hearts over it, just watching him do it for a minute or two?

Sometimes I need to wear like one clothing item per outfit so I can use like 3 different abilities. For example, maybe bandana to climb faster, gloom shirt for an extra heartbreak, and snow pants bc it’s freezing? And sometimes I’ll complain that he looks ugly, well, not him, but the outfit, and say that I wish I could make him look cuter but I need these abilities atm. Does he hate the outfits like I do? Does he care more about function? Does he hate that I care so much?

How does he feel not being able to talk? Like literally every other character can talk except him. And he can’t do anything by himself. Everything he does is either a programmed animation or an action by my controller. I bet he has a lot he wants to say but can’t. Does he ever worry that if he were to get out and see me, what if he couldn’t talk to me??

🐰

yeah it's always a lot easier to think about the links you know better for stuff like this ngl, so I don't blame you for sticking to them. plus wild and tears are just fun too right? :3c

so starting from the top -

I think the fairies are a touchy subject for him, if you like the cutscenes then he can set his discomfort about being picked up and kissed somewhat - don't get me wrong he doesn't enjoy it but for your happiness he'll do it as many times as you make him (although, unless he finds a way to override the controls then it's not really like he has a choice in it) he'll make notes about how you like him acting in certain ways though - I mean if you like seeing him as a blushy mess covering his face in the game then you'll like it more when he's doing it in person right? Please don't make him recreate the level four one though.

To be honest, there's nothing that you could do to him that he could ever consider a waste of time. would he prefer you to be actively engaged? sure. Is he bothered if you're still there but just waiting for a bit for the dragon to recharge? Not really, yeah he'd prefer to be doing more, but at the same time it gives him a chance to observe and to get more of a grasp of how the game works while it's on and running compared to when he's robbed of his body and is left a being floating in a desolate void of numbers and machine code. He can relax and still have feeling and eyes on you and your eyes on him every now and then even though it's not as often as he'd like. as for the time? I think once he became aware he stopped running on hyrules time, so it's only ten minutes for him too. Ten minutes that granted feel longer than that cause of the scenery, but still only ten minutes. if it were a situation where he was still in a hyrule then he'd be further detached from anyone else. (my thoughts are if the game is left in standby on the switch then it's all still loaded and the links have free reign but if it's closed and you're playing another switch game then it tosses them into the abyss)

laughing at him for being cute is all good but please don't make fun of him ;-; he's only doing what you make him do after all!

I need to write more whump and hurt/comfort for tears actually, thanks for the reminder Well, he's not getting hurt by it -soooo he's kinda a bit deluded into thinking that it's another show of love for him. You simply love all the sounds that he's making <3 (and I don't blame you, his whimpers are actually just so adorable?????) You care so much that you're not letting him get hurt for your happiness!!!!

I think he takes it as a compliment that you care so much about how his outfits look, he wants to look his best for you too!!! If he could he'd find a way to stack the different bonuses so that you could treat him like a proper dress up doll without having to worry about the environment and how it impacts him :c he doesn't care what outfit he 'wears' cause it's not like he's actually wearing and interacting with it. it's glued to him like a second skin so whether you're keeping him shirtless or putting him in the thickest shirt possible there's no difference to him just don't mod him so that he's no longer himself please

The fact that there's a chance he wouldn't be able to communicate with you is something that he worries about alot, not even just not having a voice. He'd be fine with being mute if he can write or sign to you, hell he could probably delude himself into being fine that he couldn't do that if he could move freely and hold you. what scares him the most is the idea that he'd be like a puppet cut, that if he gets out that without the code acting as his strings he falls limp like a puppet cut loose. that's what's horrifying to him. anything else he could learn to live with, but that potential keeps him from making any rash movements where the cost could outweigh the benefits. I like to think that out of desperation, (this goes for sky in the fic too) they stole another characters voicebank from another game :) one that speaks your native tongue preferably, but at the very least one that shares a language you speak

#good thing I like talking about tears :DDD #one of my faveourite links tbh #love him soooooo #moss✦answers #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #yandere link #linked universe #lu tears #self aware au #self aware loz #🐰 anon

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mitch-the-silly · 1 year ago

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Hi! I'd love anything Husk related. My heart bleeds for this guy ♡

Drunk Husk confessions

Husk has a nightmare about lover and comfort

Husk can't find his crush after the extermination

His crush falls asleep on him during movie night with everyone

Any or all of them. Whatever you have time for. Thank you! ♡>.<♡

Hiiiii!! I cannot begin to express how much I love Husk, man. He's my favorite character in Hazbin (it's actually a tie between him and Vox bc Vox is so baby girl, but I digress). I'll gladly write for him any day!!!

I decided to do Scenarios about three of these (I sorta combined two of them because I liked the idea of Husk getting protective over his lover; you'll see o^o) because I just CANNOT get enough of this silly cat old man <3!!

Also, hope you don't mind I made this gender-neutral since no gender was specified! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Warnings (just in case): Nightmares, emotional manipulation, buildings burning down, implied harm to a loved one, Alastor being a bit of an asshole.

Husk x gn!Reader

Scenarios!

Scenario 1: Drunk Confessions

It was very late, and you presumed that the hotel's bar was closed, but fuck it. You figured that sitting on the stool wouldn’t hurt. You couldn’t quite sleep but could anyone blame you? It’s not like they’d kick you back into your room. So you descended the stairs in hopes that the hotel lobby would be more inviting and lacking in boredom, unlike your current room. Now this boredom was not to be mistaken for a dislike for the room itself.

You made your way towards the bar area. Since the entire lobby was very dimly lit, you couldn’t see much, but only when you heard a noise from behind the bar, did you proceed with caution. The clanking of bottles alerted you but the moment you saw those white claws and that pair of red wings, you let your guard down. With a slight smile, you approached the bar, a chuckle escaping your lips.

Emerging from behind the counter, Husk stumbled a bit, clearly drunk out of his mind. Admittably, it was quite adorable to you. The dazed look he gave you.

He squinted and hicked, suddenly realizing who he was looking at. “Fuck, don’t… ya scare me like that…” He slurred as he leaned on the countertop.

“You’re fucking fried aren’t ya?” You chuckled at him.

Husk gazed at you, then looked down at his hands. Feeling himself get a bit dizzy, he let out a drunken laugh. “Y-yeah~” He spoke with a stupid little smirk.

You couldn’t take him seriously when he was drunk. But you culdn’t help but stay here with him. “So, what’s on your mind, Husk?” You asked him. You know, just for funsies.

“Honestly…” He slurred, pausing for about three seconds, “Right now… I was just thinkin’ right now... that there’s a cute person in front of me… and that I wanted to buy them a drink… but then… then I thought… ‘Fuck… I can’t buy ‘em a drink… I’m the mother funkin’ bartenda’!’ It fucking… it fucking pissed me off.” He dunkenly complained. His eyes looking up at you since you sat atop the stool and he didn’t. His pupils were extremely dilated and his gaze seemed like one of absolute adoration. But it could also be how drunk he was.

The mere implication of his complement made you blush, but you tried to keep your composure, “Why aren’t you bold?~” You chuckled at him. “If you weren’t so cute, I would be able to resist those Kitty eyes.~”

He pouted at your comment, “You’re a damn angel…” He slurred, after which he let out a stupid little giggle to himself.

“Oh, you’re the one witht he wings, baby~” You chuckled, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek.

He froze in place, his face red as a beet. His pupils dilated again and he involuntarily let out a purr at it. Reaction which (even while intoxicated) he hated. He drunkenly hit his chest as if scolding his body for reacting that way. ‘Stupid fucking… cat body…” He muttered, maintaining his slur.

You giggled at this; it was sure going to be a hell of a story to recount to him tomorrow.

Scenario 2: Husk has a nightmare about his lover + Comfort

It began with darkness. Of course, it did. Last he remembered was closing his eyes in some way. He was bound to be alright, he figured. But boy was he mistaken.

He was finally able to open his eyes. Before him, a fire had broken out. But it wasn’t just any arbitrary fire, the Hotel was on fire. It didn’t quite register in his mind just yet, but the building was violently burning down. Everyone around him was in a panic and he moved with them. But not by mandate of his body. It was as if he didn’t have control of himself. Just then, he snapped into consciousness, he began to think properly. He couldn’t find them. Where were they? His lover… He stopped at the hotel’s main entrance and instead of running out like everyone else did, he turned around immediately.

Running back inside, he called out their name at the top of his lungs. The smoke was engulfing him. And just as he was about to give up and assume you’d made your way to safety, he heard their cry for help. Not wasting a second, he ran from where he could hear it: the second floor. They were probably stuck up there. He had to save them. He just did.

He used his wings, flying up and landing on the very few unharmed spots of the blazing carpet. He called their name out again, he couldn’t find them and every second that passed in which he did not lay eyes on them, he grew more and more anxious. Finally, upon receiving a response to his frantic cries, he found you.

Before him not only was not only the love of his life but the person he held rancor for the most… Alastor. The Radio Demon held you in his grasp, dangling you over the fire. Laughing maniacly as he stared right into Husk’s eyes. With his most intimidating voice, the overlord spoke to him. “You should know much better than to defy me, Husker.~ You wouldn’t want your little darling to suffer the consequences of your transgressions, now would you?” He taunted. “You let go of them! My soul’s the one that’s yours, not theirs. You ain’t got no right to harm her!” Husk exclaimed.

Alastor laughed as if he’d heard a joke. It was obvious he didn’t take Husk’s words seriously. “You’re quite mistaken, my friend~. I can do as I please!” He responded.

The hotel burned brighter, and before Husk could say anything else, Alastor threw them into the fire. Husk tried to jump in to save them. But his body didn’t move. As much as he tried to move it, he wasn't in control of himself anymore.

Alastor cackled, “You belong to me, I’ll be damned if I don’t teach you the way things are!” He grasped at the air. Husk’s chains manifesting around his neck. They cut the airflow, and he clawed at the shackle on him. Desperately trying to breathe. He closed his eyes, still attempting to break himself free.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the ceiling of his room. He panted as he calmed down, feeling a gentle hand beside him. He turned to his side, his lover beside him. The second he realized they were safe and sound, he knew what he’d just witnessed was a dream. No, not a dream. A nightmare.

“Husk, are you ok? Were you having a nightmare?” They asked him, reaching to caress his face. Without a second thought, Husk placed his face in their hand. The comfort of their touch significantly calmed him.

“I… I don’t want to talk about it… But… I’m glad you’re safe.” Husk muttered, reaching to plant a chaste kiss on their forehead.

His lover smiled, “Of course I’m safe. And hey, you don’t have to tell me anything… Just know I’m here for you, ok?” They mumbled, kissing his cheek in reciprocation.

“I… can I hold you…?” Husk asked, his voice a bit shaky. As if it was the only thing that would make him feel better.

“Of course…” They chuckled, a gentle smile on their face. Husk drew them closer to him. Holding them in his arms. There, right there was the one place he knew they’d be safe.

Scenario 3: Husk's crush falls asleep on his shoulder during movie night

If there was an activity everyone at the hotel loved to participate in was “Friday Night Movie Night”. Of course, it was something that had taken Charlie some time to establish, since she took a long time to filter out the movies she deemed went against the hotel’s goal, but alas, she made it happen.

So today was Friday, 7 pm hit and everyone knew exactly where to gather. The lobby was crowded (by the five employees and two guests) with souls waiting to relax after a week’s worth of work toward redemption. Angel set up a blanket, and in his pajamas, he lay down in front of the old TV (a spot he was willing to fight someone over). He held Fat Nuggets (a baby hell hog Angel loved like a child of his own) in his slim arms as he waited for the movie. It wasn’t his turn to pick the movie, so he didn’t care much what they watched. Nifty was often times very easily distracted, but she was willing to sit for a movie for sure (or at least half of one). Sir Pentious on the other hand, always sat through them, marveling at the videography of each film. As for Charlie and Vaggie, well, they always cuddled next to each other while they watched the movie. Most of the time it ended with Charlie falling asleep on Vaggie’s shoulder, or in the opposite scenario, with Vaggie lightly snoring on Charlie’s shoulder. As for old Alastor, well… let’s say he was more fond of other mediums of entertainment and chose not to join them. But there was one sinner who would always watch from the foot of the lobby’s couch: Husk. He’d normally end up falling asleep during movie night, but he had nowhere better to be, so he simply attended them without issue.

However, on this particular Friday, they had a newcomer. A new guest who despite having about three weeks in the hotel, hadn’t attended a movie night. They swore it was never out of disinterest. Forgetfulness was truly a curse they had. So today, they’d asked Angel to remind them that it was movie night, and Angel sure kept his word. So there they were, trying to decide where to sit as everyone waited for Charlie to pick a movie.

They looked around. The simplest option would be to sit with Angel, but… what if they didn’t? Charlie had encouraged them to socialize more with the employees and guests, and they liked to believe that they spoke to everyone quite well. But even they had to admit that it wasn’t quite true. There was one sinner in particular that they didn’t talk to as much as they hoped and it was Husk. So, the obvious decision was to sit next to him. And it was exactly as they did.

As they chose the spot next to him, setting up their blanket and pillow, Husk turned to them. Almost a bit surprised anyone would choose to sit by him.

“Hi Husk, ya mind if I sit here?” They asked.

“Not at all, go ahead.” He responded casually. He couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly. Unable to contain the soft spot he had for them.

“I found one! What about The Sound of Music?” Charlie exclaimed, immediately getting a groan from Angel Dust. But he didn’t care enough to elaborate on his complaint.

“I think that’s a great option, sweetie.” Vaggie reassured, smiling at her in agreement.

And without another thought, Charlie inserted the VCR into the VCR player (anything newer and Alastor would freak and destroy it himself), turning off the lights and immediately running back to sit next to Vaggie.

Y/n sat comfortably, their eyes glistening in the TV’s dim light. Husk couldn’t help but admire the gorgeous sight for a second. But alas, the movie progressed. The musical numbers already too bearable due to Charlie’s daily song outbursts.

About mid-way through the movie, however, was when Y/n started getting a bit tired. They scoot a bit closer to Husk, their eyes tempting to give in to the exhaustion. Until finally, their eyes closed and they leaned gently on Husk’s shoulder. His cheeks flushed red as he looked around to see if anyone was witnessing this. Upon seeing no one noticing this, he took their blanket and covered them gently. He’d rather not wake them up, they looked so entrancingly precious this way. So he continued watching the movie, smiling at the soft sound of your gentle breathing. He could stay like this forever. He definitely wouldn’t change this for anything in the world.

Eventually, he himself felt as if he was going to give in to his own tiredness and ended up losing the battle against himself. Husk closed his eyes and leaned his head on yours. Slumbering away, your breathing lulling him to sleep.

Needless to say, the second Charlie saw this, she ran to get the camera. She had pictures of it and she would never even dream of getting rid of them. To her, a moment of peace like this was proof that the hotel was definitely working.

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itshobogizmo · 2 months ago

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Could we get some random fun facts about the bad sanses?

Random hobbies or random shit they just do?

Also, small question that i HOPE isn't too much

Is cross gonna join in to the whole poly?

Or is he just gonna with live them but without being part of it

Just curious

Here's a flower as my gratitude

Give it to your stupid gay (cool) kids B)

I'm normal about your fic i SWEAR

Cross will be apart of the poly!! He’s just a lil oblivious to flirting, and well these guys are all pretty quirky so I don’t blame him.

Dust builds bombs, which is why he needed batteries. It’s also why Killer didn’t want to grab the batteries, he’s been on the bad end of one a few to many times. He does go around and watches everyone else, and right now he’s specifically been following Cross around to try and figure him out. Papyrus nags him often about doing things and Dust does them purely so he will shut up.

Horror has a small flower garden reserved for echo flowers, because they are the only reason he is still alive. He doesn’t do much, just waters them on occasion, nobody else tends to visit it. He prefers mundane activities where he doesn’t have to do much, like watching tv and napping constantly. He doesn’t mind cooking, but it takes up a lot of time and he has to think about what everyone likes and hates.

Killer spends alot of time bothering everyone else, but the few moments he can’t he takes the time to carve little things into wood, little figures. (He has a closet full of figures representing each person he killed in the underground)

Cross doesn’t do much unless he’s told to, even after Nightmare tells him to take care of himself. He literally completes whatever task he’s been assigned, shows up to meals, purges whatever he’s eaten, then goes back to his room and waits. He usually ends up exercising as to not go crazy doing nothing. The only time he doesn’t is if someone asks for help or tells him to do something.

Nightmare likes to read, as one may be able to tell from his library. He has books from every verse you can think of, and sometimes multiple copies from different verses, with different endings to the same book. He hates the way he used to be, and punishes himself by not leaving his office often, trying to isolate and not get to far involved with the idiots he’s recruited.

Thanks for the flower!! I’m also totally normal about this fic

#undertale #undertale au #cross sans #utmv #cross my soul and hope to die #killer sans #fanfic #dust sans #horror sans #nightmare sans #asks open #ask answered #I love them they are so silly #and traumatized

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yourhouseofstonemyivygrows · 3 months ago

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“Under the stars, Above the sun.”

A good old-fashioned Sunkiller One shot by me

“You do know that he’s supposed to put in effort too, right?”

Barty twists and tangles into a criss-cross, because Merlin knows that man’s never sat right a day in his life. He outwardly finishes his thought.

“I mean I love him like a brother, don’t get me wrong, but he isn’t… like us.”

James shoots him a look. “Us?“

“Yeah! You know, like us. Like- giving. Caring. All of that bullshit.” Barty scuttles around to face him.

James can’t help but scoff. “Right. The infamously giving and caring Barty Crouch.”

After an excessively harsh shove to the shoulder and a a few seconds of chuckling, James straightens out. “Regulus is trying, Barty. That’s what matters here.”

Barty shakes his head, resisting the urge to gnaw at his own hand amidst the blind frustration this conversation brings. He’s got this sort of.. unique patience when it comes to James. Try as he won’t, Barty crouch isn’t perfect. So he breaks under the agonizingly minimal pressure. His next words are brash- sort of ugly as he speaks them.

“You’re going to kill yourself some day James. Letting people ruin you like this- it’s going to make you want to kill yourself.”

James doesn’t even reply. He won’t gratify that with a response. He doesn’t feel the need to, not with Barty. The idea of over preforming holds no weight for James. He doesn’t feel an external pressure to compensate for anything. It’s peaceful. Awfully hard to understand, but peaceful.

It’s not easy to choke down. The conversation. Talking about your best friend being a shitty boyfriend for some guy you’re supposed to hate, it was overly complicated. Always had been between these two. Sitting in some high-up tower on a night way too warm to pass up should’ve been the first indicator that things were going to go sideways. Whether he intended to rock this boat or not, he didn’t anchor once it began to sway. In fact, he might have, maybe, thrown the paddles overboard when that sweet innocent relic of a man wasn’t looking. Who could blame him? He had his goal in mind. Be that goal noble or not was between him, the sky, and the way James’ eyes lit up just a little every time Bartys touch overstayed its already liberated welcome.

Once a minute goes by, James forces himself to speak. He can’t handle silence. Barty knows this of course and uses it to his absolute advantage. What doesn’t Barty knows? James will no sooner find the answer to this question than he does his owns self respect. Two things seemingly impossible to understand. “What else am I supposed to do, Barty?” James pushes a hand through his mop of curls. “He’s my best option. And I hate to say that. I hate- I hate to say it like he’s just some choice I’m making. Because he isn’t. He isn’t.”

Barty cuts James off. He tends to.

“Don’t overcomplicate this.”

Damn if it works. Because it always does. A reminder to stay in the moment, a hand on his shoulder, his eyes on James’. Something, anything, to keep him level. James continues, less vigor in his tone. “He isn’t. But he’s the best one I’ve got. I mean, Merlin, Barty, who else haven’t I shagged? I’m out of options.”

Barty grips the cigarette in his hand so tight it burns. He doesn’t react to it. That’s hardly the most painful part of this conversation. “Me.”

James shakes his head. “I’m being serious.”

“And I’m not?” Barty gets achingly close to James, hand freshly patterned with cigarette burns finds its way to touch the side of James’ face, his voice cut like glass, terrifyingly honest.

James exhales a colder, sharper breath of air as he fully faces this new, scary situation. “Don’t be stupid, Crouch.”

Barty shakes his head, the same tantalizing smile spread wide across his face, his eyes honest despite this. And that’s how James knows, how James knows, it’s going to work. How he knows he’s going to fall right into the jaws of this sharp-toothed, dark-haired monster of a man. “Barty. Fucks sake.”

“No,” Barty snaps, his tone as angry as he is desperate. “James, I’ve watched you run your own self esteem into the ground twenty times over by now for people that wouldn’t give a fuck less if you were alive or dead. You’re ruining yourself. I won’t stand for it. I know, I’m a conceited bastard, and I know, everything I do goes against just about everything you stand for, but let me make up for that. Let me make you feel like you’re worth it, James. You are. If I have to get on my knees to prove it so help me Merlin-“

“Alright.” James chokes on his words. “Alright. I, I believe you. I believe you. Just.. yeah. Good. Okay.”

James Potter has been lost on many men. But tonight, under the stars, Barty makes a fool out of religion the way he worships a man half so noble. He finds faith between layers of fabric, and his hymn comes from the sighs of someone never made to sigh himself. Blasphemy, that’s Barty Crouches name now. He knows not who he is without a hand knotted in his hair, pushing his head down to a level so devout he found the remnants of sinners past and present along its walls. James potter is holy. James potter is holy. The fate held by Icarus does not so reflect the fate he felt he’s met. Barty knows what it’s like to taste the sun, and he’ll rise again from the sea to find that same light all over again.

#marauders #james potter #james fleamont potter #Barty crouch #Barty crouch junior #sirius black #the marauders #the marauders era #regulus black #marauders era #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #sunkiller #bartylus #jegulus

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akirasstories · 4 months ago

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I want to ask for all of them because i love your fics but ill just ask for 4,5, and 8

🫶🫶

you are way too sweet! thank you! ilyy <<33

heres another part of:

drunk texting

Theo’s phone lit up with another round of texts, pulling him back to reality.

Liam [11:55 pm]: okay i gotta say somethin Liam [11:56 pm]: u smell rlly good. not now but always. ugh. wish i was smellin u rn lololol Liam [11:56 pm]: wait no that sounds weird Liam [11:57 pm]: but true Liam [11:58 pm]: btw i’m thnking abt u and ur stupid face and ur dumb hot body Liam [11:58 pm]: come here i needa kiss u or fight u idk which yet Liam [11:58 pm]: probs both

Theo stared at his screen, his pulse racing. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh, cry, or throw his phone across the room. Liam’s texts were both ridiculous and heartbreakingly earnest, like he didn’t care about how much he was revealing.

And then a new message buzzed in—this time from Alec.

Alec [12:00 am]: lololol bro ur boy’s a mess

Attached was a video. Theo hesitated for half a second before opening it.

The screen lit up with a shaky video, obviously taken by a very drunk Alec. Liam was sitting cross-legged on the floor, waving a mostly-empty beer bottle around as he ranted.

not like i miss you

this is just something short about theo being away on a mission and liam texting him. they aren’t togther, but they also are not NOT something. technically, this is complete but as i wanna add a part 2, where they actually get together, it is still a wip lol

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Liam [10:32 AM]: school is actual hell. Liam [10:32 AM]: i hate bio. Liam [10:32 AM]: i hate math. Liam [10:33 AM]: i hate all of it. Liam [10:33 AM]: anyway, if i fail, i’m blaming u Theo [10:55 AM]: You should be paying attention in class, Dunbar. Liam [10:56 AM]: wow, look who finally decided to show up. Liam [10:56 AM]: and no, i will not be paying attention. my suffering must be documented

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Liam [9:12 AM]: u ever think abt how weird dreams are? Liam [9:12 AM]: had one where u were a barista and kept judging my coffee order Theo [9:14 AM]: That doesn’t sound like a dream. That sounds like reality. Liam [9:14 AM]: u were wearing a stupid little apron. had a nametag that said asshole barista Theo [9:17 AM]: Sounds fake.Liam [9:17 AM]: it was real in my heart

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Liam [6:29 PM]: dude. saw a guy who looked JUST like you at the gas station Liam [6:29 PM]: almost went up to him n punched him on instinct Liam [6:29 PM]: jk. kinda. Liam [7:42 PM]: also mason says hi but like in a "tell ur dumbass boyfriend to be careful” way Liam [7:44 PM]: not that ur my boyfriend. obviously. i didn’t say that (Read at 8:06 PM – No Reply)

can't tell what's real (only your skin on mine)

this is one of my bigger projects and also probs my first real one with more smut. it is about liam having issues with derealization & depersonalization after the war is over and just kinda being overwhelmed. everything is feeling more and more like it is not really happening to liam but to someone else. like a thick fog is around liam. he then starts sleeping with theo, which is the only time liam feels truly alive. but liam won’t admit it. he doesn’t want to admit that he has feelings fotr theo.

i don’t have a lot yet, mainly i am trying to work on the outline but here is a small snippet i did write out (at the beginning and still very much "enemies with benefits")

!slight smut incoming!

“Fuck you,” Liam spat again, shoving Theo back hard.

Theo only laughed, catching himself against the truck, eyes blazing with something darker, something more. “Make me.”

Liam crashed into him without thinking, mouth smashing against Theo’s in a bruising, punishing kiss.

It was teeth and tongue, all fury and fire. Theo groaned, fingers fisting in Liam’s jacket, pulling him closer until their bodies collided.

Liam bit down on Theo’s lower lip, tasting salt and want. Theo hissed but didn’t pull back—instead, he shoved Liam against the truck, mouth devouring his in return.

Their breathing was ragged, harsh pants mingling with the scrape of nails against skin. Liam hated how good it felt—how alive it made him feel.

Theo’s hands wandered, rough and sure, yanking Liam’s jacket off and tossing it aside. His nails scraped down Liam’s back, dragging a broken moan from his throat.

“Is this what you wanted?” Theo rasped, voice hoarse, lips slick and swollen.

“Shut up,” Liam gasped, yanking Theo’s head back by his hair and biting down on the curve of his neck. He hated how good Theo tasted, hated how Theo arched into the pain.

#thiam #liam dunbar #theo raeken #theo raeken x liam dunbar #teen wolf #ao3 #hope you like it #wip #my wip #current wip #slight smut #thank you for asking!

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TMA - Chapters 111-120: Best boys save everything

You asked for one single post. Even though you know how much I like to ramble.

And this is probably why you're the best readers ever and I am extremely lucky to have you all 💖

It's time to end season 3 and oh boy, there is a lot to talk about. Stuff happens, theories are born and, of course, we should take some time to show our appreciation to Elias.

So let's not waste any more time and jump right into it.

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MAG 111 - Family Business

My man Gerard Keay truly died. I thought they were joking, with their "ahahah Gerard is dead, sure". And we had Gertrude reading a book over his body, so I thought she was making some weird magic to bring him back to life.

But nope, he’s still dead. He’s just bound to a book now :(

At least he’s still a rebel and a sarcastic badass. I love him so much <3

And unlike Leitner and Elias, Gerard gives us very juicy answers! I said he’s the best and this chapter confirms it: he’s the best.

Next step for the Unknowing

I suppose Jon’s next step will be to visit that storage unit near Hainault. I even remember that key Jon found in the past seasons! Glad to see it coming back, can't wait to find out what it will open.

A stronger connection?

That’s intriguing. Despite her flaws, at least Gertrude seemed to not really enjoy her Eye powers. Jon, on the other hand, despite trying to save the world and being a good person, seems to like the persuasion powers a lot more.

I fear this isn’t a good sign. And I’m scared for his life, again. This man literally can’t stop worrying me.

Lore about the Lukases!

Let’s resume:

There’s no Fairchild family, only Simon Fairchild, the old man who wakes up and chooses violence - and he’s associated with the Vast.

The Lukases worship the Lonely. So I suppose the fog is just another facet of it.

These entities don’t care about the family, and we have already seen that multiple times. They always talk about “psychological profiles” and “being suitable.” Elias himself told Melanie her family was just one of the reasons he chose her, and actively used her background to his advantage.

The tragedy of Mary Keay (and Leitner)

While Mary Keay was obsessed with the Leitners and being close to these entities, poor Gerard just wanted to live a normal life and do normal stuff, but nope, spend your time with the supernatural, son.

My boy deserves a huge hug.

Also, this explains why he hated Leitner so much: if my mother kept obsessing over this guy and forced me to care about him and his stupid books, I would grow resentful too.

And it’s very telling that, once Gerard met Leitner, he let him go. In his eyes, Leitner was probably like a mythological figure, someone larger than life. But in the end, he was just a little man.

I can understand it, because that’s what I felt too: I also thought he was some kind of huge evil mastermind, but in the end, he was only a man blinded by hubris… just like Mary Keay.

I love the tragedy of these characters, who are clever enough to know about these entities, but stupid enough to believe they can be very close and trap/use them without repercussions.

Mary Keay basically died because she tried to… bind the book with her skin? I think? It’s a bit vague, but I don’t blame Gerard: that’s unsettling enough as it is.

Not gods, but fears

See? See? This is why Gerard is the best character. I know Elias is funny ahah killer and lazy and everything. But Gerard. My man Gerard.

Gerard gives us answers - including everything about the entities, so I don’t need to search for any list! Thank you, Gerard, for doing the job for me. And thanks Mr. Sims, for understanding that your readers would’ve been quite confused by the time they reached season 3, so it was necessary to make everything clearer.

So we’re not dealing with gods who feed on fear, but on gods who ARE fears. They take the shape of the primordial fears we humans have. Maybe because these fears mirror their real aspect, maybe because they got inspired by humanity’s fears and decided to take that shape.

And also, not all of them inspire fear, but “ooze into the world” without purpose. They just hang out. Or someone calls them.

… is this what Elias does with Peter Lukas? Does he summon him, just to play pranks? That’s why he’s “wasting each other’s time”?

Elias being a prankster was not on my bingo card, but now I really want to see him interact with Peter Lukas.

Positive god-like Powers?: A theory

The Powers change with our fears. So they’re not always the same, but evolve too. Super cool, super terrifying and it makes them even more fascinating.

But also, this:

I believe this sentence could have two purposes:

it’s a way for Mr. Sims to make his world even more terrifying and pessimistic, because there is no positive godly power that can come and help our heroes.

it’s the biggest Chekhov's gun ever made.

Honestly? I would love it if it’s a Chekhov’s gun. Also considering there is another series right after TMA… well, maybe there are positive, god-like Powers. After all, why should only the negative ones exist? Maybe the positive ones haven't appeared yet.

Or there’s another possibility. And to explain it, I would like to quote this part too:

Maybe it’s just me reading too much into things, but this conversation seems to imply something very interesting: the Power is based/shaped around a fear. However, the servants and avatars seem to control how this power should be expressed.

Think about Michael: he’s part of The Spiral, he’s The Distortion, he used his power to get people in and lose themselves inside it. Pretty standard “evil Power” activities.

However, he also used his power to “save” Martin and Tim in season 2 and bring them back to the Institute, without harming them.

If I am right, that means every avatar can control and direct the power bestowed upon them in more harmless, positive ways and not just to harm.

Sure, I have no idea how thin the line is and how much of said power the avatar can control/use in ways that are both convenient for their patron and normal people. But if the avatars have a certain range of action, this could mean a lot of things:

Gertrude’s choice to “sacrifice” Michael to The Spiral proved how much she trusted him, because she knew that, in the long run, he would’ve directed the power in more positive ways.

Gertrude’s final, hidden plan behind stopping all rituals implied giving each Power a trusted avatar - a human she knew would’ve directed that power for good.

If Jon becomes the new avatar for The Eye, he can direct the power differently and stop the ritual.

And finally: if a human becomes an avatar, if they have a wide range of actions and if the Powers evolve because fears are not always the same… then nothing stops them from switching into the positive god-like figures now missing.

I know this is a theory I’m making without the full picture - heck, I’m pretending to see far into something that, if I am right, would probably happen around the end of The Magnus Protocol. And I don’t even know what that series is about! But hey, that’s the fun of making theories ;)

A list of fourteen

Gerard, by being the wonderful man he is, gives me the list I was hoping and asking for: the one that includes all the most important entities.

Let’s all thank Gerard for his service and let’s examine Smirke’s list of fourteen:

The Eye: fear of being watched, followed, exposed. Hunger for knowledge.

The Spiral: fear of madness, of lies.

The End: fear of death.

The Stranger: fear of the uncanny and unknown.

The Lonely: fear of being alone.

The Desolation (the Lightless Flame): fear of pain, loss, cruel destruction.

The Slaughter: fear of pure, unpredictable violence (watches over wars).

The Vast: vertigo, agoraphobia, the dread of deep water/the universe, losing yourself in too much space.

The Buried: fear of small spaces, crushing, being trapped.

The Dark: fear of the dark (duh).

The Corruption (the Filth): disgust, fear of everything rotten, decay / infection.

The Web: fear of spiders, being manipulated or puppeted.

The Flesh: animalistic fear of being eaten / of the slaughterhouse, body twisted up.

The Hunt: predecessor of The Flesh, fear of hunting, killing each other.

Well, that puts A LOT of stuff into perspective. And it proves some of my points were right too.

As we already knew, The Distortion is part of The Spiral and the Spiral already attempted a ritual.

The Death is associated with The End.

The Stranger is associated with all the weird stuff we already mentioned (like the clowny dolls).

The weird fog is part of The Lonely.

Michael Crew and Simon Fairchild are both associated with The Vast.

The Hive was just another facet of The Corruption.

The supernatural meat is The Flesh. Makes sense, but I liked how silly “the supernatural meat” sounded.

The idea that those Powers can have a predecessor is very cool.

Now that I know all of them and their names, it makes me want to re-read all statements and find out to which Power they’re connected. Maybe I’ll do it once I’ll finish the series.

The rituals

So:

Each Power has a ritual

It takes a ton of time to build up to a level of power when they can try it and if it fails it’s back to square one

The rituals shift the world enough for the Power to come through

A Power that comes through can bring others akin to it

Now the Powers take what they get/the weak ones, but if a ritual succeeds, they can get all the fear/people they want

The people who help them do it for power, obsession or because they can feed on it

The rituals happen quite close to each other, so we got the Great Twisting, next is the Unknowing, then there's the Watcher's Crown

Well guys, here it is the final boss of season 5. I thought it would’ve been the Unknowing but nope, now it’s pretty clear the big final boss will be this ritual. And considering we have nothing by now, I suppose Jon will have to read a shit ton of stuff, before understanding how to stop it - hence why two more seasons.

I hope stopping the ritual wouldn’t involve Jon putting himself in danger, but considering everyone wants him dead and he’s getting closer and closer to The Eye… I fear for his life. Again.

GERRY!!!

GERRY

Sorry Elias, you’re still my favorite bitch, but Gerry has my heart. He got me with his rebel spirit, now he revealed he’s also a cinnamon roll. I love Gerard and I hope the fandom loves him too, because he deserves all the love of the world.

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MAG 112 - Thrill of the Chase

So the statement is about… mmmh, my bet would be on The Slaughter, considering that it starts from a random guy who tried to kill this group of friends and this act of unpredictable violence triggered something inside each of them, pushing all members of this club to hunt and kill each other.

Uhm, but it’s also connected with The Hunt, so it could be about it. But the Hunt also shifted into The Flesh… my first bet goes on The Slaughter.

Statement aside, it’s nice to get more updates regarding Daisy and Basira:

Daisy is now Elias’ killer but also Elias’ chauffeur, considering he called her to pick up Jon. Elias using everyone to work for him will never stop being funny.

Jon came back to say hi and went to the storage unit - after picking the key, I suppose.

Tim, Martin and Melanie disappeared. Considering Tim has been plotting something since he found out the Circus is involved, I fear he’s building… I don’t know, some kind of bomb to put in the theater and blow the whole place up.

Basira and Daisy have weird dreams! They’re involved with some Power, aren’t they? Can’t wait to find out which one.

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MAG 113 - Breathing Room

Oh, my bad: Martin and Melanie were not with Tim at the old abandoned theatre to put explosives everywhere. They were with Jon, finding explosives everywhere.

And Martin is, apparently, all for touching the C4. Maybe holding a knife is “out of character” for Peter Lukas, but this guy has a clear bit of insanity, considering he can’t stop putting his hands on something dangerous.

The statement is… well, okay? Random guy serves The End, by entering other people’s dreams. And guess what, this statement in particular comes right after Daisy and Basira talked about dreams. Will we see dreams come back too and become a main topic - maybe in the upcoming season?

Now that I think about it: what’s exactly the difference between servants and avatars? The two terms are both used in the statement - once by Adelard Dekker to talk about Justin Gough and once by Jon, who refers to him as “an avatar of The End”. So… are the terms interchangeable? I thought it was more like:

Servants: minions/slaves who can only obey and access a limited amount of the Power’s… well, power.

Avatars: figures with a lot more power, who are like embodiments of the Power (or their facets) on Earth. Like Michael for The Spiral, Elias for The Eye, Michael Crew/Simon Fairchild for The Vast and so on.

Maybe this will be clarified later on, for now, I’ll keep considering them like this.

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MAG 114 - Cracked Foundation

Hill Top Road is back! And I feel it will be back even more in season 4! After all, it’s connected to The Lightless Flame and that weird wooden box at the foundation of the tree with the apple and the spiders - which means The Desolation and The Web will come back and I can’t wait to meet the spider lady again.

Jon himself said Hill Top Road is “a thread that’s been nagging at me for a while” and even expresses his desire to visit the place himself… so I feel we will see more of it in season 4.

Tim and Jon finally talk! And Tim clarifies why he’s so weird and disappears! I thought it was for revenge reasons and revenge reasons only, but it was deeper than that: Sasha’s situation left a mark on him and, as he says, he doesn’t know the others well enough. And if we add the tape recorders who are literally everywhere and sometimes turn on on their own, how can he trust anyone? How can he be sure some other weird supernatural entity won’t listen and hurt him?

Fantastic, I can already see Tim jumping head-in and trying to kill the dolls by himself, because "how can I trust you all?" This man is more dead every second he speaks.

HOLY SHIT WHAT?! The clowny dolls took the skin of George Icarus (I suppose we’ll soon find out who this guy is) and Gertrude’s?! When I heard her name, I was aghast. These little fuckers! Since one of the Archivists wasn’t available, why not take the other? Holy shit, the final battle will be incredible.

And I was right about the plan! Even though I was joking, by saying Tim was going to blow up everything! But I can’t blame Gertrude nor Jon: why attempt to stop the dolls one by one, when you can just blow up the entire place and call it a day? Best decision ever, I suggest doing the same for every ritual.

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MAG 115 - Taking Stock

Statement of Mikaele Salesa? We’re really calling back all the people we left aside in the previous seasons, didn’t we? And considering Salesa said he could’ve talked about how he started the business, because “that’s a story I haven’t told you yet”, I feel that season 4 will be all about exploring the backstories of other recurring characters.

Especially because this guy worked with Leitner in the past! This explains how he knows so well these creepy artifacts and how confidently he says the Institute wants a story (“You want to know how I came by this rule? I know you do.”): he knows about The Eye, of course.

Per se, Salesa’s statement isn’t particularly useful: The Flesh is here, this time in the shape of a meat grinder and Salesa’s cook gets a bit too attached to it. Hence why Salesa, being the perfectly normal, sane guy he is, kills the cook and successfully sells the creepy meat grinder. Good job, I suppose.

I love Jon’s take on it: sure sure, creepy evil meat-god and everything, but hey, a good meal is still a good meal.

And you know what? I. Absolutely. Agree. If there were a creepy pastry/chocolate/pasta monster out there, I would still enjoy every meal with a goddamn smile on my face.

Helen! The Distortion is back! And its conversation with Jon is very, very interesting:

HELEN: I took a man, wandering the halls of an old tenement. He’s dead now, he never even came close to finding me. It was nourishing, but… ARCHIVIST: But… HELEN: I didn’t like it. (...) HELEN: I just want… I just want to feel better. (...) HELEN: I have never told you a lie, Archivist. I wouldn’t dare. I, I just thought you might understand. ARCHIVIST: Uh… How could I possibly… HELEN: We’re both changing, Archivist. I had hoped, that together –

The Distortion/The Spiral changed. And when it changed, it tried to do the same thing it did before (aka killing a guy) and it was nourishing… but it didn’t like it. The Spiral did what all other Powers do and relied on fear and death and it didn’t like it. It changed - Helen’s words, not mine.

This could imply my theory about the positive god-like Powers is correct. This could be a huge hint about a very far future, in which the Spiral might evolve into a positive god-like Power.

It’s already changing, by its own admission: nothing stops it from evolving, by adopting a more “positive” approach - especially if this new approach proves itself more beneficial for the Power.

And if this is a hint and everything is evolving according to my theory, then what Helen is saying has the potential to become huge. It could be the beginning of a new way, for the Powers, to deal with humanity - not by relying on fear, but on something else, something more positive. Like, for example, a Power made of lies and madness can evolve into protection/self-preservation.

But let’s put my theory on the side: maybe this isn’t the beginning of a possible positive evolution of the Powers. Still, this is very huge! One Power (the only neutral one, as far as we know) is approaching Jon, not to kill him but to ask for help.

That’s Jon’s chance: he can easily make an ally out of Helen. He can have someone who, for once, is on his side and doesn’t want to kill him. He can even make his own crew of Powers and fight his enemies. So, what does he do?

He sends Helen away.

Oh, no. No no no. Jon has been clever until now, he had made some good choices. But this? This is the worst choice EVER. And I fear it will come back to bite him: I mean, he had the perfect chance to get a powerful ally and threw it away only because he was angry?!

Sorry, Jon: I always support you, but this time, you did something very stupid and I fear there will be consequences. Huge consequences.

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MAG 116 - The Show Must Go On

Awww, look at Elias. He wants to warn the others about how the Unknowing might take place. He’s a bitch, but he can also be helpful, when he wants to.

Speaking of the statement, it’s funny because I remembered the name Wolfgang von Kempelen and I remembered the Mechanical Turk. So I checked and yep, I was right: it existed in real life! That’s cool, I don’t know if all the other things mentioned here and there are also taken from reality, but it was fun to see one here.

So, the Unknowing itself is very trippy and crazy-looking and I love this kind of stuff. But I also loved how, out of the blue, this soldier comes out with a fucking cannon and stops the ritual just by shooting at the Turk.

That means rituals can be stopped by any other avatar - or anyone else in general. And this avatar of The Slaughter seems interesting: why did he stop the ritual? Was he trying to stop all rituals, like Gertrude? Or did he just have something against The Stranger? No idea, but I would love to know more.

It’s also very funny how the Unknowing can be simply stop by using violence. It turns out the women of this series were right all along: wake up and choosing violence can really save the day.

Speaking of rituals and Gertrude, she also says that “Disrupting the others has been successful largely because I was able to do so before they had reached any form of culmination”, which means:

Gertrude stopped other rituals before the Spiral’s and I want to know which ones

Jon & gang should be fast, before the creepy clowns start making everything weird and trippy

I love how Elias keeps running the Archives as if it’s a normal place. Sure, you’re doing a trip to save the world and we’re all servants of a supernatural evil god but hey, claiming expenses is important, so if you take a coffee, keep your recipe.

Oh no, Martin is not coming and Melanie not coming either, oh nooo- yes, yes, I know it’s all part of the famous plan mentioned in the previous MAGs and I can’t wait to find out what it is.

Tim, my beloved Tim! He will come because of course he will, fuck Elias who is trying to keep him alive: my man has decided he wants to die, so he will die and no one can stop him.

And NOW he just told us how he will die. Well, at least he will be happy. That’s the only thing that matters: I am devastated by this, but it’s Tim’s decision and I can only accept it.

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MAG 117 - Testament

Oh, what a promising - and scary title! Well, it really conveys the feeling we’re approaching an end.

Jon’s part:

I am proud of my boy for finally trusting everyone, except Elias. Fuck Elias, even if he’s a funny bitch. And great job, Jon, you’ve learned from your mistakes and I am happy for you.

George Icarus was Jurgen Leitner?! Holy shit, that was NOT something I expected. Welp, it looks like The Stranger has very powerful skins, this time. I am scared for the Unknowing.

Basira’s part:

How did you end up saving the world? No idea, girl, but I get you: I would ask myself the same, if I were you.

Is there a subtle crush for Daisy or am I reading too much into things? Sure, they’re just very close friends, but the way she talks about Daisy, how she’s a fixed point in her life… maybe it’s just an impression.

Melanie’s part:

As every other woman, Melanie decided to wake up and choose violence. Or go to bed and choose violence. Same thing.

She wants Elias DEAD. And I fear she will succeed, sooner or later. Maybe during this plan? Who knows?

Martin’s part:

“This feels like an ending, or something, like nothing can go back to normal after this”. Well, now I fear for him too. Jon won’t die - he cannot die. But Martin? What will happen to him? Last time, it was Sasha who got “eaten” by a Power… will something similar happen to Martin too?

Oh great. Martin is going to come in contact with The Web / become a servant of it. He’s calling it all day, every day, 24/7. I wouldn’t be surprised if the spider lady pays him a visit.

“I need them to be safe. I need him to be ok.” Martin is still down bad for Jon, good to see some things never change. I ship them SO MUCH.

“Also, I get to burn some stuff so that’s cool.” See? I said Martin is a bit fucked up and I was right: he’s a pyromaniac too. And I stan him, because I also like to set stuff on fire. Sure, I do it in my fireplace not on the job, but same thing.

Daisy’s part:

Very long, very explicative, maybe a bit too wordy. I would’ve cut out some parts, just to keep is short and simple.

Tim’s part:

Tim isn’t making his statement for himself or Jon: he’s making it for The Eye. He talks directly to the evil god and has no problem showing how much he hates it.

Tim has the biggest balls ever and I am so sad he’s going to die. He’s such a badass <3

Tim wants to reconfirm he’s going to die soon, but he won’t die in a corner: he will take inspiration from the women of this series, especially Gertrude, the woman who, more than any other, woke up and chose violence. Tim will also wake up but not choose just violence: he will go for ultra-violence.

AND THE SATISFACTION WHEN HE ENDS THE STATEMENT? You can literally hear the angry smile, the bitterness. He knows this is his last statement and he couldn’t be happier.

And then, the last part:

That’s so powerful - and fucked up at the same time. Jon didn’t burn Gerry’s page because he wanted to keep him around as his personal dictionary. He didn’t even mean to ask him anything. He didn’t do it, just because of the knowledge inside the page. Because getting rid of the knowledge was the real problem. And when he did, he felt physical pain.

And that, of course, made me think:

Is this one of the flaws of being a servant of the Eye? You cannot destroy any kind of knowledge, because it would physically hurt you?

Martin talked about burning stuff. Is this what he’s going to do, to get rid of Elias? Burn things until the bitch is writhing in pain on the floor, pleading for Martin to stop? If that’s the case, I agree with the plan. Elias deserves to suffer a little.

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MAG 118 - The Masquerade

HOLY SHIT I WAS RIGHT MARTIN’S PLAN WAS TO BURN STATEMENTS!

Unfortunately for him, the bastard didn’t fall on the floor, crying in pain. But at least Martin managed to deal with him in such a badass way that made me fall in love.

He’s right, why do people keep underestimating him? Don’t they know that the most feral guy is always the quiet, calm one?

Martin’s crush is so obvious, even Elias, the magic lazy bastard, knows about it.

And since Elias is magic, lazy and especially a bastard, he deals with Martin just like he did with Melanie: by hitting him in his weakest spot.

And… wow. Just wow. I should’ve imagined Martin’s background was fucked up: it’s usually the kindest, calmest, quietest people to have the most messed up situations.

In his case, it’s especially heavy: just imagine, loving and caring about your mother and got only hatred in return. Hatred, because you’re the spitting image of your abusive father.

Damn.

And you know what? This makes me appreciate Martin even more. Just think of how fucking strong this man is:

he dealt with his mother’s hatred for all of his life and yet, instead of being bitter and angry at everyone else, he decided to be a good, friendly person.

Despite knowing about his messed up family, he elaborated a plan that included Elias torturing him about said messed up family. He put himself on the line and dealt with a huge trauma, only to let everyone get on with the plan.

He endured Elias’ mental torture like a boss and managed to calm down and keep himself collected and focused.

Even though Melanie’s suggestion of killing Elias was very tempting, Martin kept his focus on the plan and didn’t let his emotions get the best of him.

Elias, you’re still my favourite bitch… but I hope you like company on top of my list, because Martin is becoming my favorite character. Sure, I love Jon and I’m proud of him like a mother. But Martin… Martin is incredible. He’s amazing, he’s a badass, he’s so strong and so kind - UUURGH.

In the meantime, the “let’s blow up the Unknowing” gang, is dealing with said Unknowing starting. And I am so SO afraid of what will happen - especially because the gang includes “trigger-happy” Daisy and “death-wish” Tim.

However, if Tim dies, because Daisy misses and shoots him, I will die laughing.

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MAG 119 - Stranger and Stranger

Holy shit, we listened to the Unknowing! And it was… well, less trippy than I imagined, but more on the “everyone is very confused” side.

Still, it’s weirdly coherent: The Stranger is a Power based on the unknown and the stranger (ah ah), so of course its effect would include making everyone feel confused/unable to understand and taking away all clarity and knowledge from people’s minds.

And of course Nikola used the day of her victory, to diss Jon through the voices and skins of Gertrude and Leitner. Pretty basic torment, I expected something like this and I’m okay with that.

I hope someone made a fanart of this scene, because I need to see it. I need to see a lot of fanarts, once I finish this series. If my blog will turn into a photo album, you’ve been warned.

Loved how Daisy went in full “wild rage mode” and started to tear throats and kill everyone, while laughing hysterically. I already knew she was insane and radiating killing energy, so it was coherent with her character to contrast the Unknowing with blind fury.

And yes, "the hunter" is a pretty cool name.

Also, it took me a while to understand who the fuck Sarah was and then I found it out: Sarah Baldwin from MAG 28! Well, now I understand why she was peeling her own skin off and putting it on: of course she was a creepy doll too.

And then, just like the hero he is and will always be, Tim rushes in ready to kill, recognizes his old enemy (Nikola being Grimaldi is obvious and I’m pissed with myself I didn’t realize it sooner) and decides to go out with a bang.

TIM IS OUR FOREVER HERO. I love him so much and I am so sad but he’s also so badass…!

And yet, I don’t feel like it’s a shame he died. On the contrary, this is probably the best possible way for him to die. He dies by closing his arc, getting his revenge, like the great character he has always been.

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MAG 120 - Eye Contact

What. The. Fuck.

Two seasons in which he did absolutely nothing, now Elias is making statements too. This man decided to do everything now, from showing how badass he is, to being a huge bitch. With every new episode, I fall more in love with him.

Jon’s dreams are a huge trip and I love that. I noticed all the references to previous MAGs and a lot of things I didn’t recognize, but oh boy, that was super fun. I hope some good artist made an animatic out of it, because Jon’s entire dream sequence is incredible and I would love to see it.

"All through it the shadow is above him, the shape that gazes down upon him, bloodshot and unblinking. (...) His only fear is that even here at the centre of the world, barrelling towards a lightless, infinite tomb, still he will be watched. Still he will watch."

So Jon goes around and looks at stuff and moves through this dream flow, all with a huge, unblinking eye above him watching everything? That’s terrifying, I adore it <3

"And at last, the Archivist looks up. At last, he looks into the eye that sees all, and knows all, and clutches at the secret terrors of your heart. The Ceaseless Watcher of all that is, and all that was; the voracious, infinite hunger the tears at his soul, invoking him to discover, to observe, to experience all, and everything, and forever. It stares into him, and it stares out of him, and he is falling into the devouring eternity of its pupil. He wants to cry out in horror, but he cannot. He. Is. Whole."

I said it the previous two times, I’ll say it again: I love how humans describe their relationship with the Powers. Fine, in this case it’s not Jon talking about it - it’s Elias describing what Jon feels in his dream. Still, it conveys very well both the terrifying power of The Eye, it confirms how it works (it truly is a Power hungry for any kind of knowledge) and it reconfirms how the avatars love the connection with their patron. The Eye terrifies Jon, he would scream and yet, it also makes him feel whole.

Beautiful, amazing, brilliant.

And, honestly, I like The Eye. It’s a voracious hunger for knowledge taken to the extreme. It’s not even a full negative, nightmarish force: the hunger for knowledge defined humans since our birth: The Eye is just an “overwhelming” version of that.

It also works pretty well with my theory of the positive god-like powers: something like The Eye can easily evolve from a horrifying force, to something that thrives on human’s push for curiosity and knowledge.

Wait, since when did Elias become Jon’s mentor? This man, who did nothing except now, suddenly decides he’s a mentor and talks like a mentor.

I love Elias, he’s so goddamn funny.

Oh, so that was Martin’s plan! See, see when I say that my man Martin is a good, kind guy? He could’ve done anything, but he chose to put Elias in jail.

Martin is too good for this world, hence why he deserves everything and to survive all this shit <3

ELIAS: I must admit I’m impressed, Martin. I knew you were all planning something, of course, but I didn’t believe you specifically would have the, ah, capacity for boldness that you displayed. Took me quite by surprise.

FINALLY! Finally, someone acknowledges Martin is bold and clever and amazing! Martin has my full support: I firmly believe that, by the end of this series, everyone will finally acknowledge how cool he is.

When I read this part, I stood up. I am not kidding. I fucking stood up and applauded Elias.

I am fucking serious.

I stood up and applauded, because even Elias himself acknowledged he’s lazy.

I said it since season one, when I was theorizing everything and suspecting everyone. I said it since his very first appearance. I made it my own meme: ah ah Elias is lazy and does nothing.

Now, Elias himself admits he’s lazy. We came full circle, people. I cannot be happier. This season finale is the best season finale that ever season final-ed.

Elias is such a boss: he accepts to go to jail with the calm and composure of a perfect Englishman. All while saying goodbye to Martin, like a friend who goes on a holiday trip for a while and says goodbye to his besties.

How can I ever hate this man? He’s fucking hilarious in everything he does, I adore him.

But Martin is a spoilsport, so he sends Elias to jail. I am sad, but I know he will come back. He must come back. I want more of Elias being a total bitch.

PETER: Oh! No, nonono, no – not in any metaphysical sense, no. He’s still very much the – how did he insist on phrasing it? – ah, yes, the “beating heart” of the Institute. But practically speaking, he can hardly fulfill his more mundane managerial duties from a jail cell.

“His managerial duties”? Which ones? Sitting on his ass all day and constantly watching everyone with his Eye powers?

And so, Peter Lukas steps in.

Now, I know I must be wary of this guy. He’s a Lukas, he’s Elias’ best pal, he has ties with The Lonely. He’s dangerous, I have no doubts about that.

But he seems such a nice guy! He’s so cheerful and nice and cute! Urgh, why is he so cute? I want to hug him, but I fear to do anything, because I feel like he will let his patron eat me if I do something he doesn’t like.

PETER: Well, if you could send Melanie and Basira up to see me, I’d like to introduce myself. After that, I’ll put through a couple of weeks of paid leave for you all – I think giving everyone some space to try and deal with the loss of Tim and Daisy might do everyone some good. [MARTIN SIGHS] Oh, and if you want to talk to a counselor, the Institute will of course cover any cost.

Oh gosh, why is he so nice and caring? I would’ve fully trusted him two seasons ago, now I am in paranoid mode and I fear what he has in store.

Also: Tim is dead and oh wow what a surprise, we already knew that. But Daisy? Daisy is dead?! Seriously?! I thought she was just trapped in the coffin! Are you telling me she died? Like this?! Are we really sure she’s dead?

I won’t trust it, until everyone confirms it. And even then, I will probably still not believe it.

Perfect, now I fear him even more. This man is dangerous. Elias is dangerous too, but he’s a funny bitch and he makes his evil aura evident to everyone.

Peter Lukas, on the other hand, acts all kind and nice and friendly. And so, it seems like he’s harmless. But deep down, who knows how fucking terrifying this guy is?

Now that I think about it, he’s a bit like Martin, isn’t he?

Oh gosh, please, don’t tell me Martin dies in season 4. Please no. Sasha died, Tim died, Martin cannot be next. Even if the whole series seems to imply that. Even if I had an old theory about how every series would end with the death of one of the main 4 characters.

I don’t care, Martin won’t die, I refuse to accept it. Because if it happens, I will have to enter the story with the sole purpose of killing Peter Lukas.

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In conclusion

Best. Finale. Ever.

Elias has been a wonderful treat for the entire season and he became even better in the last episode. Every time he appeared, he made me smile. Everything he did, he made me giggle. I love this man and I am sure we will have more of him. This series need an evil bitch and that role is his and his only.

The other characters have been wonderful as well: Tim went out in a blaze of glory, just like he deserves. Martin had an amazing glow-up and showed, once again, how incredible he can be. Melanie went from “confused af” to potential killer. And Basira and Daisy have something going on we still have to know.

And yes, I still refuse to believe Daisy died like this, almost off-screen.

Jon has been growing… in more ways and not all of them are good. He’s more aware of the Powers, of what they’re going to do, of the challenges that are waiting for him in the future. He has a job to do: he must stop all rituals and save the world.

However, he’s also pulled towards The Eye. The more he learns about these entities and their secrets, the more he develops his supernatural powers, the more he interlaces with his evil patron.

Which of the two forces will win him over? The one who wants to save humanity or the one who wants to feel complete with The Eye? Will the first one be strong enough to help him stop all rituals (Eye’s included) or will Jon succumb to his physical need to be one with the evil god?

Once again, I fear for his life. And I fear for Martin’s life too, because they’re the only two left of the “main four”: Sasha died in season one, her replacement died in season two, Tim died in season three.

I refuse to believe Martin dies in season four and Jon in season five… even though the series seems to imply this. I refuse to believe it. They cannot die. They’re the protagonists, come on! And there’s a ton of things to do!

In conclusion, we learned stuff, but there are still many mysteries left, many more things to learn and a lot of statements to read. And there is a new shift in management, which both terrifies me and hypes me up!

Peter Lukas is right about one thing: they will surely do great things. And I can’t wait to see them.

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