#I tried to do a perspective for once and I think it turned out ok!!

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Little Thief (Part 4)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: Bruce arrives home in the middle of patrol with a cold, broken, scarred kid in his arms and no explanation as to where they came from. Alfred takes care of them.

Notes: this is from Alfred’s perspective, so you also get no context as to how little fox ended up here :)

Trigger Warning for implied/reinforced child and animal abuse. Also Alfred helps reader strip and shower, but that is explicitly consensual.

I'm Dyslexic, and don't have a beta, so spelling mistakes are likely to happen.

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Alfred Pennyworth was convinced that Bruce had an adoption addiction. The man couldn’t seem to go more than a couple years before coming home with another child clinging to his cape. Alfred was certain that one of these days he’d get fed up with the ever-expanding list of people he had to care for, and yet every time he laid eyes upon another unfortunate soul brought in by his own sad little orphan boy, his heart melted with care. He loved every one of the young masters with all his heart and soul. He loved his family even if it did expand in the most inconvenient and sudden of ways.

Like now, standing in the cave, looking upon the imposing figure of the Batman, and the child cradled carefully in his arms. The kid had tangled, unkempt hair, soaked, muddy clothes, and bruises just barely visible from beneath the sleeve of their oversized shirt. They gripped onto the long black cape like their life depended on it, and stared Alfred down over their shoulder with blurry, unforced eyes.

“This is Alfred,” Batman’s low voice echoed into the silence of the cave, “I trust him with my life, and so do the others.” The look in the child's eyes softened slightly, and their grip on the cape relaxed. “He will help you.” 

“If you’re willing,” Alfred quickly corrected, not wanting to scare off the child. It was intended to be an offer, but unless you were familiar with how Bruce cared for those around him, it would probably sound like a command. 

After a moment of hesitant consideration, the shaking figure clutched in the Batman’s arms nodded in approval. 

“They are having difficulty walking, so I’ll carry them for now” Bruce informed, and so Alfred led the way up out of the cave, through the first floor and up to the second, into the wing that housed all of the bedrooms, and into a (thankfully just cleaned) guestroom. When that got to the ensuite bathroom Alfred motioned for Bruce to set the child on the rather long countertop.

“Alfred will take care of you from here, ok?” Bruce double checked, and the child answered with a more confident nod, as Alfred sped around the bathroom adjusting the water temperature and gathering supplies.

Once Bruce left the guest room, Alfred turned to his new responsibility. 

“Can you remove the clothes yourself, or would you like my assistance?” The child hesitantly nodded, before pulling off their cold muddy shirt. “You can just drop it on the floor, I’ll clean it later,” he proved at the lost expression they made immediately after. He helped balance the frail kid so they wouldn’t stand on their injured leg while taking off their pants and then helped them to the stool he had set up in the bathtub.

“I’ll wait outside the door, you can yell if you need anything,” he paused for a moment after the words left his mouth — realizing he hadn’t actually heard them speak a word, “or throw something at the door”

The kid obediently nodded again, and Alfred left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 

He sat on the bed and tried to make a to-do list for tomorrow, or consider alterations to the dinner he served tonight, or think about the book Jason recommended to him, to contemplate anything—anything but the cuts and bruises that littered the skin of the malnourished child on the other side of that door. To focus on something other than how badly he wanted to wrap that poor, frail, scarred kid in a soft, warm blanket and hold them in his arms and never let go. 

A thunk sounded from the bathroom as something collided with the bathroom door. Alfred took that as his que to carefully announce his presence, and enter.

“What can I help you with?” He asked, picking up the hairbrush that had been launched at the door. 

“Can you please help with my back? I can’t get it,” came a quiet, tired voice. It was soft, and almost defeated sounding. Alfred made a mental note to make some soup, so they could eat something warm after they rest.

Alfred grabbed a fresh washcloth from the counter, wet it lightly, and pumped a healthy amount of liquid soap onto it before looking to his next task. 

He tried to make his sharp inhale as quiet as possible. He hadn’t noticed before, trying to rush out of the bathroom to give the newcomer some privacy, but their back was littered with scars. Some small, some large. Some seemed neat and medical, thin lines left by careful stitches. Others were thick and jagged, remnants of an injury that never got properly treated. ‘Never again’ echoed like a mantra through his mind ‘I’ll make sure that never happens again’

He lifted the soft washcloth to their back and softly scrubbed off the mud and grime that clung to it. He carefully rubbed up the back of their neck and down their shoulders, making sure to grab every speck of dirt they couldn’t. He tried not to pay too much attention to how dark the water ran. 

With the shower finished and the water off, he wrapped the now clean child in the softest towel he could find and carefully carried them back to the counter, horrified by how easy it was. He helped dry their hair as they toweled off their body, and then dressed them in what clothes he could grab on such short notice (a freshly washed hoodie from Jason and a pair of shorts from when Bruce was much younger and smaller). Then he banged the cut on the child’s face, put a brace on their ankle, and some cream on their dry hands. 

He helped the kid waddle out of the bathroom and into the bed, tucking them in securely, and returned to the bathroom to clean up. 

When he left not even ten minutes later, he found the child curled up on themselves like a ball, nose tucked into the neck of the hoodie, gripping onto the bed like letting go might kill them. He watched for a moment, continuing the seconds between each rise and fall of their chest, making sure everything was ok. They'd need food, and a more thorough medical exam later, but for now they needed sleep.

“I hope your dreams are kinder to you than life has been.” he whispered before exiting the room.

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Notes:

Sorry for disappearing for… *checks notes* a month 😅, I rewrote this chapter 5 times. hopefully the next chapter will be out sooner

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it'll be ok | LN4

lando norris x female!reader

warnings: unexpected pregnancy, talk of throwing up/being nauseous, suggestive actions implied if you get what i’m saying, early on pregnancy symptoms, mention of alcohol and being drunk (not the reader!!), lando being a simp for his girlfriend in every aspect of his life.

note: i know how pregnancy works and i’m not saying that reader got pregnant on this trip, her and lando are just h**ny 😭 (increased sex drive is a symptom of pregnancy though so..…) 

double note: i’m not sure how lily (oscar’s lily) is as a person but she seems like a sweetheart so i went off those vibes and i referred to alexandra by her full name cause if i said alex, someone might think alex albon lol 

okay thats it. enjoy 😉

word count: a little over 5k

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You and Lando had been dating now for close to 2 years. You were happy with the life you were making with him and he was happy to have you by his side through his success. 

Everything was going great, at least it was up until 5 minutes ago. Now here you were sitting in the bathroom to the villa you had rented out for a vacation with friends, holding a pregnancy test not sure what to do with the fact that there were two lines looking back at you. 

48 Hours Before Finding Out

“Omg this is so much more prettier than the pictures” you said as you, Lando and some of your closest friends which included some of the other drivers and their girlfriends, walked into the villa 

“This is gonna be great” Lando exclaimed excitedly while wrapping an arm around your waist “Alright everyone get their rooms sorted and when you’re done, meet down by the beach” he told everyone, earning a round of “okays” and “sounds goods”. 

You and Lando made your way to the master suite on the second floor, seeing as you had been the ones to suggest the vacation and rent the villa, it was only fair you got the biggest room. 

“Lan I don’t know which bathing suit to wear” you asked as you stared at the bathing suits you had brought. 

“Doesn’t matter to me, either way it’ll end up on the floor later” he whispered in your ear as he came up behind you 

You blushed at his flirty remark “You’re naughty” you joked with him 

“Only for you” he reiterated as he put his hands on your hips and started kissing your neck 

“Lan if we start doing that, we’re never gonna leave” you tried being serious even though the shudder in your voice gave you away, telling Lando he was succeeding in distracting you. 

This happened quite frequently. Lando knew you so well and he made you feel things, none of your previous boyfriends had ever made you feel. 

He continued kissing your neck, knowing exactly where to put his lips. You felt yourself giving in with the way he was kissing you and how his hands were slowly moving down from your hips, you knew you wouldn’t be making it to the beach anytime soon. 

-

You and Lando eventually left your room, joining your friends on the beach. 

“Where the hell were you two” Max asked as he sat on a beach chair with everyone else doing their own thing 

“Y/N needed help picking a bathing suit” Lando responded smirking, knowing Max wouldn’t believe him but also knew he wouldn’t push for the truth, he was smart enough to put two and two together. 

“Babe I’m gonna go in the water, care to join?” Lando asked turning to you as your hands were interlocked 

“No I’m okay for now, I’m gonna try and tan a bit then I’ll come join you” you told him, he smiled at your answer and then gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and started making his way towards the water to join the friends of yours that were currently playing water volleyball. 

You spent the rest of your day in between tanning with the girls and playing in the water with Lando. Once everyone was done with the sun, you all made your way back to the house where you went to your perspective rooms to rest a little before you went out for dinner. 

You felt extra tired which on any other day you might be more concerned about but you had been travelling between time zones and then spent a significant amount of time in the sun, so in your head it made sense to be this tired. 

Once you had changed from your bathing suit into some clean undies and a oversized T-shirt, you crashed on yours and Lando’s bed where he was already sitting scrolling on his phone 

“Lan im gonna take a quick nap, wake me up in like an hour so I can start getting ready” you told him as you curled into a ball nuzzling your face into the pillows 

“Sure thing sweets” he said leaning down to kiss your head before going back to his phone, keeping one hand free to play with your hair knowing that always helped put you to sleep. 

-

Lando stayed true to his word and gently woke you up about an hour into your nap, not wanting to, seeing as you looked so peaceful but knowing you’d be upset if he let you sleep longer than you wanted.

“Babe” he said gently stroking his hand over your cheek 

“Hmm” you mumbled still half asleep 

“You wanted me to wake you so you could start to get ready” he told you smiling at how cute you looked 

“Why are you a good boyfriend and actually listen to what I say” you grumbled 

He chuckled “C’mon we can take a shower together, that’ll wake you up” he suggested knowing you’d get what he was implying 

You opened one eye looking at him to see if he was joking but knew he wasn’t when you saw the look in his eyes, this got you to open both eyes and slowly stretch, waking up fully in the process 

“Alright pretty boy let’s go” you said as you got off the bed causing a laugh to leave Lando as he got off the bed, following you into the bathroom. 

-

Once everyone including you and Lando were ready, you decided to visit a cute Italian restaurant nearby. Everyone in the group all loved Italian so it worked out perfectly. 

While you were walking to the restaurant, you felt a slight squeeze in your stomach but chalked it up to that all you had to eat today was some fruit and a small salad. 

Lately your appetite hadn’t been what it normally was, you pushed this thought aside though wanting to enjoy your vacation and deciding you’d worry about it once you got back home. 

After some walking you reached the restaurant, Charles taking point and speaking to the hostess in Italian to get a table. They brought you to the part of the restaurant that was more private and made sure there were enough seats for everyone. 

The host got you all menus and water, letting you know your server would be there momentarily. 

You politely smiled at her and offered her thanks in Italian, you may have loved everything Italian but your knowledge of the language didn’t go past basic phrases and words. 

You sat next to Lando and Lily, Oscars girlfriend. The two of you had gotten close with your boyfriends being teammates. You felt that squeeze in your stomach again, this time more intense so you casually reached for your water and hoped it would help. 

Once you had drank enough water to feel better, you went back to look at your menu 

“Baby are you okay? You just practically chugged your water” Lando asked quietly turning to you 

You nodded “Yeah, I'm good, I just didn’t realize how thirsty I was” you lied offering him a smile, he seemed to believe you and went back to the menu, Lily however offered you a strange look, having overheard your words and not fully believing you but deciding not to push. 

You could still feel that slight squeeze in your stomach and was apprehensive to order a large meal so you went for a simple soup, figuring it was the safest option. 

When everyone’s food arrived, you caught a whiff of the food around you and suddenly that squeeze in your stomach was becoming too much to handle. You didn’t want to bring attention to yourself but if you didn’t go to the washroom now, you weren’t sure what would happen so you turned to Lily.

“Lils I need your help” you whispered to the girl who had just taken a bite of her food 

“Is everything okay? You look pale” she asked concerned 

“I’m gonna throw up and desperately need to get away from the table” you explained trying to stuff the nausea down until you were somewhere else 

“Say no more” the girl said then turned to Oscar letting him know she was using the washroom, he smiled and moved out of the booth, luckily he was on the end 

“Y/N will you come with?” She asked, acting like the washroom was her idea and just wanted a friend to accompany her 

Your name sparked Lando’s interest and turned to face you 

“Babe I’ll be back im just gonna go to the washroom with Lily” you told him quickly before getting out of the booth, offering Oscar a small smile to say sorry for interrupting his meal 

Then you and Lily made your way to the washroom, as much as you would’ve preferred to run there, you didn’t want to seem weird so you casually bit your lip and hoped you could get there in time. 

“Girls are so strange in always wanting someone with them to go to the washroom” Lando said to Oscar eating his food 

Oscar just shrugged “I’m used to it at this point” he replied to his friend and teammate before both drivers went back to their previous conversation with the others around them. 

Meanwhile in the washroom, you were in a stall on your knees with your head over the toilet. Luckily Lily was there to hold back your hair and rub your back. 

“Are you okay? Did you eat something you shouldn’t have?” She asked after you were done and had stood up, using some tissues to wipe your mouth 

“I didn’t have anything weird to eat, just some fruit and a small salad” you told her as you fixed your hair and did your best to get the taste of vomit out of your mouth. Remembering you had gum in your purse and silently saying a prayer to your past self for putting it there. 

“That’s strange” she said even though you could sense there was more the girl wanted to say but held back 

“I don’t know how I'm gonna get through dinner. The smell of everything is what triggered this” you told her turning to her 

“Maybe just tell Lando you aren’t feeling the greatest and are gonna walk back to the Villa” she suggested 

“He wont let me go alone, he’ll want to join me and I don’t want to take him away from everyone” you explained 

“I’ll go back with you. I’ll just tell Oscar to bring my food home in a to go box” she offered 

“Are you sure Lils?” You asked the girl, feeling bad

“That’s what friends are for” she smiled

“Okay, let’s go then” you told her 

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When you made your way back to the table, Lando looked at you, you could see there was some concern behind his eyes probably because of how long you had been in the washroom 

You slid in the booth to tell him you and Lily were gonna head back 

“I’m just not feeling super great and don’t want to take you away from everyone so Lily’s gonna walk back with me” you explained to him 

“Are you okay? What are you feeling? I’ll walk back with you, I don’t mind” he told you the concern only worsening 

“Babe I'm fine, really, I'm sure a good nights rest is all I need and then tomorrow I’ll be good” you reassured him, offering him a small smile 

“Okay but text me if you need anything or want me to come back” he told you which you nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting out of the booth and walking to the exit with Lily. 

“Where’s Lily and Y/N going?” Charles asked 

“Y/N’s not feeling the great so they’re going back to the villa” Lando answered him 

Charles nodded then went back to talking to his girlfriend, Alexandra.

Lando shared a look with Oscar as both of their girlfriends had left them 

“Did Lily say anything?” Lando asked Oscar as they moved closer now that there was some space between them 

“No, just that she was going back with Y/N” he told him. He could see Lando was worried “I’m sure she’ll be fine and Lily will text if anything happens” Oscar did his best to reassure the Brit. Lando just nodded and silently went back to his food. 

-

24 Hours Before Finding Out

The next day, you had woken up and luckily you didn’t feel any feelings of nausea, hopefully that was an indicator that today was going to be different from yesterday and you could enjoy your trip. 

You got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, you had a strange craving for orange juice which wasn’t normally your go to breakfast drink but you weren’t mad about it, seeing as the orange juice in the fridge was freshly squeezed. 

You smiled when you poured yourself a tall glass and went to sit on the patio furniture outside enjoying the beautiful view.

You pulled your phone out, scrolling through TikTok. You tried to avoid TikTok because most of the time you’d see videos of your boyfriend or any sort of f1 content but today you gave it a chance. 

So far it was going great until you saw a video of this creator explaining their battle with cancer and how they were finally in remission. You felt the tears gathering in your eyes but figured it was just your hormones and you being a sensitive person. 

Then you moved from TikTok to Instagram and saw a post about puppy adoptions and suddenly you couldn’t hold the tears back and that’s how Lando found you, crying over your phone 

“Babe what’s wrong?” He asked instantly pulling the chair next to you, rubbing your back 

“These puppies, they’re all up for adoption” you told him, showing him the rescue centre’s instagram highlighting all the dogs they had up for adoption. 

Lando found you the cutest for crying over dogs “Why are you crying though?” he asked still rubbing your back 

You shrugged, wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve “I don’t know, they just all look so cute and I want them to find their forever homes” you tried to explain why you were crying, even if you didn’t fully understand why. 

“You’re adorable” he smiled at you “How about when we get back, we can try and organize an adoption event with the centre, I’m sure the attention from an f1 driver should help” he suggested.

He would do anything to see you smile even if that meant having to talk with his PR manager about organizing a puppy adoption event sponsored by McLaren. 

The idea brought a smile to your face and you sniffled “Thats really sweet of you Lan” you told him 

“We’ll get all those dogs adopted” you leaned over giving your boyfriend a hug. The tears had subsided which Lando was grateful for, he hated seeing you cry. 

He hugged you back, kissing the top of your head “Anything for you sweets” he reassured you. 

-

After your moment, you and Lando joined the rest of your friends inside. You all enjoyed a nice breakfast together, then once the dishes were dealt with, you all went your own ways, everyone wanting to do something different. 

You and Lando planned to go take some pictures around the area. That was one of the things that drew you two to each other, both having a passion for photography. 

On your first date, you spent so much time sharing pictures and the stories that went with them so when you started dating, it became something you did together, whenever you could. 

You were walking up to your room when Kika called your name. You turned looking in the direction of where your name had come, seeing Kika sticking her head out of her and Pierre’s room.

“Whats up? Is everything okay?” you asked as you approached their room. 

“Yeah, I just was wondering if you had a tampon or a pad, I got my period and just realized I didn’t bring anything” she chuckled 

“Oh yeah, I have tampons in my room. I’ll bring you a few to get you through until you can go to a local store” you told the girl, she smiled at you “Thank you, youre an angel” 

You just smiled and then turned walking to your room, going straight to the washroom, to look through your toiletries bag. As you looked at the mini travel sized bag you brought filled with tampons, it hit you, you had never gotten your period. 

You were supposed to get it right before the trip and the last few days of your period should’ve been the first couple days you were away but as you got ready for vacation, you still hadn’t gotten it which was why you brought a weeks worth figuring you’d end up getting it on the trip but you still hadn’t gotten it and that sparked a fear within you. 

You quickly grabbed a few for Kika and closed the bag. As you turned to leave the washroom, you bumped into Lando “Oh sorry babe” you told him, you must’ve seemed frazzled judging by the expression Lando offered you 

“Are you okay?” he asked “Oh yeah, just need to give something to Kika” you told him hiding the tampons behind your back.

Obviously Lando knew what a period was, having a mother, 2 sisters and a girlfriend, he was used to it and had they been for you, you wouldn’t have cared but you didn’t want to make Kika uncomfortable so you with held those details from him. 

“Oh okay..well I’m ready to go whenever you want to go take some photos” he told you, offering you his typical Lando smile. You smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips “I can be ready in a few minutes” you told him once you pulled away. 

Then moved around him, being sure he couldn’t see what was behind your back before leaving the room, walking to Kika’s. You knocked on the door, she answered almost immediately  “You’re my lifesaver. I owe you” she told you once you handed her the tampons. 

“Really glad you said that, I need you to get me something from the store whenever you go” you told her biting your bottom lip, something you did when you were nervous 

“What’s up?” she asked 

“Can you get me a couple pregnancy tests” you whispered, not wanting anyone to hear. Kika’s eyes grew in size “Woah, really?” she confirmed, you just nodded, not saying anything. 

“Yeah of course. Want me to leave them in your suitcase while you’re out?” she offered 

“That’d be great. Thank you” you told her 

“Do you really think you’re” she started before gesturing to your stomach instead of saying the word 

“Honestly I’m not too sure, it didn’t cross my mind until moments ago when I realized I missed my period” you explained, she nodded along 

“Well you aren’t alone regardless of the results. We’re all here for you” she reassured you, you smiled at her words. 

“Thanks Kika, I appreciate that” you told her “Anyways I should go and get ready, Lan and I are going to take some photos around the area, I’ll see you later” you told her offering her a goodbye before walking back to yours and Lando’s room. 

You quickly changed into something clean, washed your face, tied your hair into a high ponytail and then slipped on your converse to go meet Lando downstairs. 

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You and Lando ended up having an awesome time. You walked around and took plenty of photos. Yours were of the area, some of the locals, some of Lando, a good variety meanwhile Lando’s were mostly of you. 

He called you his muse the first time you asked him why he took so many pictures of you but by now you had grown used to it and didn’t question it. 

In the midst of walking around, you had grabbed a quick bite to eat at a cute cafe. You went with a fruit parfait and water, figuring it was the safest option not wanting to risk being sick. 

After being out for a couple hours, you eventually made your way back to the villa. When you got back, you got a text from Kika after passing her in the kitchen. 

Kika: ‘They’re in your suitcase, under a pile of bathing suits’ 

You quickly texted her back 

Y/N: ‘Thank you. Now I owe you’ 

Kika: ‘If you end up having a girl, name her Francisca 😌’

You laughed, not answering her but rather hearting the message then going to find the tests. 

When you walked into your room, you heard Lando in the washroom, so you checked your suitcase to double check where they were and then once you had confirmation, covered them back up. 

You had plans with everyone to go out tonight so you wouldn’t be able to test until tomorrow. You weren’t sure how you were gonna avoid drinking tonight. 

It’s not as if you were a heavy drinker, you just enjoyed doing shots while you were out and you could handle your alcohol well so nights out never phased you. 

Tonight however to be cautious incase you were pregnant you had to avoid alcohol. 

You sighed, so far this trip you had spent more time stressed out then relaxed and you weren’t sure how much more you could handle before you exploded from the uncertainty. 

You heard Lando finishing in the washroom so you quickly grabbed an outfit from your suitcase before shutting it. 

“I thought you were gonna join me in the shower” Lando said when he walked out, his curls wet from the water

“Sorry my love, I took too long trying to figure out what to wear” you lied, offering him a soft smile 

“It’s okay, I can think of a couple ways you can make it up to me” he winked at you, you blushed. 

“Your cheeky” you told him smiling as he laughed at your comment. 

You quickly got yourself ready and then you made your way downstairs with Lando to meet everyone else. Once everyone was ready to go, you made your way to the local club. 

On the way, Kika linked her arm with yours and walked a bit up from the boys. 

“Did you test?” She asked in a low tone, you subtly shook your head 

“I need your help tonight avoiding alcohol” you replied keeping your voice low 

She nodded “Don’t worry, we’ll get you a mocktail at the bar and you can either sip on it through the evening or keep going back for the same one. Then with shots, we’ll tell the bartender to give you water” she explained still keeping her voice low, you offered her a small smile 

“I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here. You and Lily have both been the best” you exclaimed, Kika just smiled and gave you a side hug 

“That’s what friends do” she told you.

-

Once you got to the club, Kika went to get your drinks and made sure to tell the bartender the plan. The bartender was a female and without even having to explain why, somehow she understood and told Kika to always give you the shot with a rounder base. 

So far everything had been going smoothly and once people became more intoxicated, it was easier to let loose and not keep up the show as much as you had been. 

Surprisingly you were having a great time sober, just getting to dance with everyone and enjoy being with your friends, this was exactly what you needed and it took your mind off what you had to do tomorrow. 

Currently you were dancing with Lando, his hands were on your waist and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. It didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. 

“Babyyyyy” he said into your ear due to the loud music 

“Yes Lan?” You asked laughing at your boyfriends behaviour 

“I love youuu” he told you stretching out the you. You smiled at him 

“I know. I love you too” you told him running a hand through his curls, he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling 

“Can we go back to our place, I just want to be alone with you” he told you, pulling you closer and nuzzling his face in your neck, breathing in your perfume.

“What about our friends?” You asked him, even though you knew they’d be fine and you wouldn’t mind alone time with Lando

“They’ll be fine” he said as he started kissing your neck, you shuddered a bit at the sensation. 

“Don’t start doing that here or we won’t be able to stop” you told him even though you didn’t want him to stop 

“I don’t want to stop” he said pulling his lips away to answer you before leaning down and kissing you. 

You felt yourself getting weaker in the knees. This was the effect Lando had on you. 

“Okay fine, let’s leave then” you said in between breaths, he smiled and then grabbed your hand, intertwining his with yours and carefully made his way to the door. 

“Where are you going?” Kika asked as you passed her and Pierre 

“Back to the Villa. See you later, stay safe” you told her quickly offering a wave over your shoulder 

She chuckled “Children having a child” she muttered under her breath 

“What did you just say?” Pierre asked his girlfriend 

Kika didn’t think he had heard with the music “Nothing” she quickly said 

“No I swear you said” he started but she stopped him before he could finish. 

“Pierre just drop it for now. Please” she asked. The look they shared said enough. He nodded and then they went back to dancing. 

She hoped he wouldn’t say anything further on the topic, her boyfriend had a tendency to spread gossip even if it wasn’t always intentional but hopefully this time, he’d keep it to himself. 

Back at the Villa, you and Lando were having a great time and took advantage of the empty house, getting to be loud as you pleased. If you weren’t already pregnant, there’s a good possibility after tonight, you might’ve been. 

-

Moments Before Finding Out

The next morning, you woke up wrapped in the duvet and Lando. You smiled at how peaceful he looked. Then you remembered what you had to do and suddenly you felt the nerves creep back up on you. 

You sighed and carefully got out of bed, being sure not to wake Lando. Thankfully he was a heavy sleeper when he had been drinking. 

You crept over to your suitcase, finding the pregnancy tests and taking them to the washroom. You had googled that testing in the morning was the best time so that’s what you were doing. 

You locked the door and then opened the first box. Taking the test and sitting on the toilet. You quickly peed on the stick and then placed it back on the counter, on top of a piece of toilet paper. You finished up and then pulled your sleep shorts back up and set the timer on your phone. Sitting on the edge of the toilet. 

You closed your eyes trying your best to keep your breathing steady. Everything would be fine. Lando loved you and even if this was unexpected, he wouldn’t leave you, at least you didn’t think he would, he wasn’t like that. You did some more deep breaths until your timer went off and you quickly silenced it not wanting to wake up Lando. 

You shakily stood up from the toilet and with your shaking hands, reached for the test and that’s when you saw, the two lines looking up at you, indicating you were pregnant.

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After Finding Out

After the first positive, you had to do the other 3 tests to be sure and of course those all came back positive. You put them back in one of the boxes and just stood there in shock. 

You were pregnant. You were going to be a mom and Lando was going to be a dad. You wanted to cry but you also knew once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed in the washroom until you heard Lando call your name, you knew you had to tell him now or else you’d drive yourself mad keeping it in. 

You opened the door and made your way back to the bed. Seeing Lando sitting up rubbing his eyes, he must’ve just woken up.

“Lan, I need to tell you something” you told him biting your lip due to your nerves. He looked confused 

“Is everything okay? Did something happen?” He asked as you made your way to sit next to him. You sat with your feet tucked under you 

You reached for his hand “Nothing happened” you reassured him then took a deep breath before continuing

“I’m pregnant” you told him trying to keep your voice steady and calm not wanting to show your nerves, already knowing Lando would have plenty of his own. 

“Sorry but I think I heard you incorrectly; did you say pregnant?” He asked rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. 

You nodded your head, not sure what was going through his mind at the moment. You sat in silence for what felt like a lifetime, the longer the more nervous you got. 

Lan was never speechless and this scared you “Lan please say something” you said, feeling yourself wanting to cry even more now 

He must’ve sensed you were on the verge of tears “Baby I'm sorry, come here” he said opening his arms which you gladly accepted and buried your head in his chest, the tears finally leaving. 

“It’s unexpected but it’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out together” he said rubbing your back “I love you and there’s no one else I’d want to have children with, I just thought it’d be a bit further down the road but this is okay. Baby’s are a good thing regardless of when they come” he told you. 

You pulled away, wiping your eyes “So you aren’t gonna leave?” You asked as you hiccuped 

“Not a chance. You’re stuck with me for life now” he told you smiling. You returned the smile finally feeling better. 

You and Lando spent the rest of the morning cuddled up, talking about your baby, what you thought they’d look like, how they’d act, if they were a boy or a girl. 

At some point you must’ve started to drift off cause you found yourself cuddled up next to Lando as he played with your hair, subconsciously your hand found its place on your stomach and Lando kissed your head. 

He loved you and would do anything for you and now that meant your baby as well. The two of you were his world and he planned on spending the rest of his life making sure you both knew how much he loved you both. 

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AH! I hope you all enjoyed this <3 I had such a fun time writing it and I'm proud of how it turned out! Im always open to feedback so please share your thoughts !

[pastelvelvett-2nd]

Hello there I seen your wrote for Harvey from sdv, I’m not sure if what other sdv characters you will write for but I was wondering if I could request yan!sebastian x gn!Willing!reader. Just some stuff on what type of ya deer he is and how he would act with a so who is ok with his yandere tendencies. Sorry if this sounds confusing at all

Hello! Thank you for reading my Harvey fic!!

It doesn't sound confusing at all, don't worry about it. ^^ I present to you: ✨the yandere emo boy✨

Trigger warnings are, as always, in the tags!

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Yandere!Sebastian x GN!Willing!Reader

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Sebastian would be the type to take a while to warm up to you.

At first, Sebastian didn't think too much of you. He had absolutely no clue why you would decide to move here of all places when you already lived in a place he dreamed to live in. He was a bit jealous, to be frank.

Surprisingly enough, you kept visiting and talking to him, despite his aloof behavior the first time you spoke. The more you'd chat, the more he'd understand your perspective and what drove you to leave the hubub of the city. He began to get to know you better, and you seemed to want to do the same in turn.

Sebastian started awaiting your visits with bated breath, and when you did arrive, he acted a lot less cold than he initially did. He started being more open, and the two of you even shared some of his geeky interests. Your hangout sessions became his favorite part of the day.

With you, he was open and friendly. There was nothing he wouldn't share.

He realized something. How open he was... It's wasn't the norm. A person only shows certain facets of themselves to another. That's the way he used to function, and everyone else seemed to tick the same way. Surely, other people must know other sides of you that he wasn't familiar with.

There were many things he wouldn't find out about you. The thought made him feel sick to his stomach like little else did.

Sebastian would be the type to eventually begin stalking you.

This way, he'd get to know you in a deeper way he ever could just by listening to information you'd offer him. He'd follow you around town, watching as you'd go shopping or talk to the villagers. Sometimes you'd even go drinking on fridays and play videogames on the arcade machines with Sam.

You seemed close to Sam.

Sebastian would be the type to cut anyone off without a second thought, anyone that isn't you.

As much of a loner as Sebastian already was, he gradually talked to Abigail less and less, and Sam... He stopped talking to him alltogether.

Sebastian would be the type to want to do awful things to someone he once called a close friend, all because of you.

He couldn't stand the sight of him anymore, which was a shame, because it seemed like the two of you spent more and more time together.

Sam obviously noticed his change of behavior, and so did you. Sam first tried talking to Sebastian about it, but a curt "I'm busy right now" and a dirty look from him made it clear that he wasn't quite as willing to talk.

When Sam saw Sebastian following you around town, he obviously went and told you about it. You seemed to react... A lot less scared than he expected you to?

"I'll talk to him about it. Don't worry." You told Sam, though he didn't think you talking to him would ease his worries any bit. He practically begged you to talk to tell the police, but you assured him you would take care of it. Sam eventually gave in, albeit reluctantly.

You visited Sebastian like you usually would, acting completely normal as if you never found out he had been stalking to you. If you didn't bring the topic up, then he would've never known that you knew, but you did exactly that.

You confronted him about it.

In such a calm and casual way, Sebastian thought he was dreaming or hallucinating.

You explained that you knew everything. You left out who told you and just said you caught on to it on your own, just to be safe.

You explained you had no problem with it. Sebastian didn't believe you at first. He was upset that you would lie to him.

But you assured him of your honesty. You truly didn't mind. Sebastian's eyes widened, now believing you.

He loved you before this an abnormal amount, but somehow, hearing this made him love you even more.

Sebastian would be the type to build a shrine to you.

He adored you. So much. He felt so grateful that you would accept even this... Intense side of him, so grateful that you treated him with so much love. So happy that you apparently liked him enough to ask him out.

Yes, despite him being head over heels for you, he was too shy to ask. Eventually he would, of course, but you made this so much easier for him.

And you, on the inside, didn't just tolerate his obsessive attention, but you were even pretty flattered about it. Not something you'd directly admit to him, of course.

Neighbors would urge you to not involve yourself with him, but you didn't listen.

Sebastian would be the type to only kill if he considered it necessary.

It wouldn't be out of guilt. Murder came with a lot of complications. Sebastian, being a calculated person that always thinks before he acts wouldn't give in to his violent urges. Except for when he had to, of course.

He just hoped there would be no need for it.

[yokumirumerafan]

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) x reader

OK I finally got this amazing man, to be honest although he plays a villian and a horrible person in the show I still love him and his perspective. This is a mix of headcanons and some scenes. Also thanks for reading me <33.

1. Overhaul’s Jealous Side in Public

Ohhh, this is golden. Kai would definitely have a low-key but terrifying reaction to seeing someone check you out in public. Imagine you're walking down the street, and some guy's giving you that "undressing you with their eyes" look, and Kai’s walking beside you, all calm and composed on the surface. But then, as soon as you get a little farther away from the guy, Kai’s entire mood changes, and he’s like:

"Did you not see the way they were looking at you? They were practically undressing you with their eyes. Don’t you dare wear that again unless you want to cause problems for everyone involved."

Cue his narrowed eyes and that ice-cold glare. He’s possessive, but also in this really calm way where you might just feel like you’re the most important thing in the world to him. And let's be real—him looking like that makes you feel both powerful and a little nervous, in a good way.

2. Overhaul’s Blushing Reaction to Dirty Talk

I LOVE this. Kai is not prepared for any of that type of spontaneous flirtation. He’s used to control and authority, and when you hit him with something like:

"Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants."

He immediately goes from calculating to stumbling over his words, all flushed and definitely not prepared for the heat in your voice. His face would turn red, and he’d mutter something like:

"That ain’t very pure, angel..." while avoiding eye contact and trying to calm his breathing. He’s trying so hard to maintain his usual composure, but he can’t stop the blush creeping up on his neck and the slight stutter in his voice. The fact that you’ve caught him so off guard is just chef’s kiss.

Also the: "Do you realize what you’ve done? Get in my office now. I can’t think straight with you messing around like that." - Y/n needs a wheelchair after that little "session" T^T

3.

Overhaul’s Protective Side (Soft, But Intense)

Kai isn’t one for showing vulnerability, but when it comes to protecting you, he absolutely will. Imagine you’re in a dangerous situation—maybe something minor, like someone accidentally bumping into you in public—and before you even have the chance to react, he’s already positioned himself between you and the source of danger, his usual cold demeanor gone, replaced by an undeniable intensity.

He’s like: "Don’t touch them." No explanation, just that cold command. He’s low-key furious, but there’s a soft care there that he’s not used to showing. Once the moment passes, he may not even acknowledge what happened, but you know. You feel that protectiveness in the air, and it’s overwhelming.

4.

Overhaul’s Vulnerability (Rare, But Pure)

This moment is rare, but when it happens, it hits hard. Imagine a situation where you're doing something small and thoughtful for him, like tending to a wound or making him a cup of coffee after a stressful day. He’s sitting there, maybe with his usual frown, but there's a subtle shift in his gaze.

He might say something like: "You know... I didn’t think anyone could ever make me feel this way." It's not a direct “I love you,” but it’s the kind of statement that speaks volumes. His face softens just a little, and you catch a glimpse of the warmth behind his cold exterior. But then, in true Overhaul fashion, he immediately goes back to being guarded, muttering: "Tch... don’t make a big deal of it." But deep down, you know what he meant.

5.

Overhaul’s ‘I’m Not Jealous, You’re Jealous’ Moment

As much as Overhaul likes to think he's always in control, there are moments when jealousy sneaks up on him. He tries to act like he doesn’t care, but the signs are unmistakable.

Imagine you're out with a group of people, and one of them (let’s say a new acquaintance) gets a little too friendly with you. Overhaul, who’s been quiet the entire time, suddenly gets an almost imperceptible twitch of irritation. He glares at the guy, who is completely oblivious to the tension in the air.

And then, when you and Kai are alone: "What was that, huh? You think I didn’t see the way they were looking at you? You’re mine." He’s fuming, but trying to keep it cool, like the control freak he is. His voice is dangerously low, and you can tell he’s about to pull some strings to make sure that person never crosses your path again.

6.

Overhaul’s Secret Gift-Giving Moment

Kai doesn’t do gifts... or so he thinks. But deep down, he wants to show you how much he cares without saying it. One day, you find a small box tucked in the corner of your room, hidden in plain sight. When you open it, it's a delicate piece of jewelry, maybe a pendant or a bracelet.

It’s not overly fancy or flashy. It’s simple—but that’s the point. It’s meaningful, and it’s from him. You know, of course, that he’s never one to buy something so personal unless it means something.

When you confront him: "What? It’s not like I care about impressing you or anything." His usual tough demeanor slips for a moment, and you see him looking away, flushed under all that cold arrogance. He just doesn’t want to admit how much he means it.

7.

Overhaul’s ‘Control’ Breaking Moment

Overhaul is obsessed with control, but there’s one thing he can’t control, and that’s you. Imagine he’s in a high-pressure situation, his usual calm and collected demeanor being tested, and you come in at just the wrong moment (or right moment, depending on your perspective).

Maybe you drop a flirty remark just as he's about to make a major decision, or you're casually teasing him, and his composure cracks. You catch him off guard, and for once, he loses control over the situation. You can tell it bothers him, but in a way, it also excites him that you can bring out this side of him.

He might say: "What do you think you're doing? Don’t distract me right now." But the fact that his voice cracks just slightly gives him away. He’s flustered and doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re his biggest weakness.

8.

Overhaul’s ‘Possessiveness’ Moment After an Argument

After a heated argument (because let’s face it, this guy has way too much pride), Overhaul might go quiet, and you might think you’ve lost him for good. But then he comes to find you after a while, looking almost sheepish. His pride has taken a hit, but he’s not going to let you slip away.

He might pull you close with a hand at your waist and just say: "Don’t think you can walk away from me that easily." His voice is soft, but there’s an undeniable edge of possession. Even though the argument is over, you feel that he's not letting go anytime soon.

9.

Overhaul’s ‘No Words’ Confession

Overhaul isn’t always the best with words, so instead of saying how he feels, he might show it in his actions. Perhaps he’s taking care of you in a way that speaks volumes—making sure you’re comfortable, handling difficult situations for you, ensuring you’re safe.

It’s through these quiet, small acts that he lets you know: "I care about you." He doesn’t have to say it outright, but you feel it in every gesture, every subtle action. You might even catch him giving you a rare, soft smile when he thinks you're not looking. He doesn’t express his emotions easily, but when he does, it hits hard.

10.

Overhaul’s Secret Softness in Public

Even though Overhaul is always composed and intimidating, if you’re in a public space, he’ll always subtly make sure you’re okay. Whether it’s making sure you’re not too cold by adjusting your jacket or ensuring you’re safe in a crowded area, he’s silently watching over you.

It’s not obvious to anyone else, but you know. It’s the little things that speak louder than words. Kai might even take a quick glance at you when you’re not looking, just to make sure you’re still there, and then immediately look away when you meet his eyes, embarrassed that you caught him.

11.

Overhaul’s Subtle Compliments (For You, But Not in Public)

He’s never going to openly compliment you—ever—but there are little signs that show how much he thinks about you. Sometimes, he might leave a small note on your desk or a gift in your bag when you least expect it.

He’ll always try to act like he didn’t do it, but when you find it, he gets so embarrassed.

“...What are you looking at? Don’t read too much into it.”

But you know, deep down, it’s his way of showing care, and even though he acts aloof, he’s secretly smiling to himself when you find it.

12.

Overhaul and Your Birthday

Kai is the worst at planning surprises or gifts for you, but if it’s your birthday, he’s going to attempt something. He might not be the type to throw a big party or give you a grand gift, but he will take you somewhere private (likely a quiet, upscale restaurant or somewhere that feels intimate).

He might hand you a simple, yet meaningful gift—perhaps something that represents both of you. His face might be a little flushed when he hands it to you, and it’s clear that even though he won’t say it out loud, he’s thinking about how much you mean to him.

“...Don’t make a big deal out of it.” But when you thank him, his expression softens just for a moment before he’s back to his cold, composed self.

13.

Overhaul’s One Weakness: You

Kai’s biggest weakness is his inability to keep his cool around you sometimes. You could ask him about anything, and he’d get flustered.

Imagine him trying to keep his icy demeanor while you playfully tease him, only for him to stammer and lose his control, trying to redirect the conversation but failing miserably.

You might get a small, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop it.” from him as he flushes red and avoids your eyes.

14.

Overhaul’s Reaction to You Getting Hurt

If you’re ever in danger or you get hurt in any way, Overhaul will react instantly. He may not scream or show it openly, but his eyes will harden, and there’s an intense fire in them that can only be extinguished by your safety.

Once the danger has passed, he won’t necessarily comfort you in an emotional way, but he’ll be very practical.

“You need to stay off that leg. Come with me.”

And you’ll find yourself in a medical room or tucked away in some safe corner, while Kai fusses over you in his own way, doing everything in his power to ensure you’re healed. He'll be totally silent the whole time but will take special care to treat your injury as if it’s his most important task in the world.

15.

Overhaul’s Silent Enjoyment of Your Presence

There’s something so quiet and serene about the way Overhaul enjoys your company. He doesn’t always need to speak when you’re around. He’ll just watch you. You’ll catch him staring, and instead of immediately getting uncomfortable, there’s something almost calming about it. You can feel his focus entirely on you.

Maybe you’ll catch him smirking subtly when you’re not looking, and that’s when you realize that despite everything, he’s so attuned to you that nothing can escape his gaze.

16.

Overhaul’s “Don’t You Dare” Side

When you’re being too playful with someone else, like teasing another person or talking to them in a flirtatious manner, Kai’s usual control starts to slip. It’s hard for him to admit, but he does not like it when other people get too close to you.

You might catch him glaring from across the room, his jaw tight and his hands clenched. He’ll definitely make a comment later on about how “you’d better not” flirt with someone else or tease another guy so openly, but the fact that he’s insecure in those moments is a huge deal for him. He’ll try to keep it subtle, but you can feel the possessiveness oozing from him.

“I don’t need to say it again. Just don’t... You’re mine, understand?”

17.

Overhaul’s ‘You and Me Against the World’ Moment

When Overhaul finally opens up about his plans and goals, you’re the one he trusts. No one else is allowed to know what he’s working on, but with you, he feels comfortable enough to explain what’s really going on.

But when you express concern or doubt about the path he’s chosen, you can see his frustration bubble up in the form of intense eye contact. His jaw clenches as he leans in just a little closer, as if to dare you to question him further.

“You and I are different. I’m doing this for us. Don’t question it, just trust me.”

It’s that moment where you see the true depth of his feelings for you, and despite everything, he’s trusting you to be the one person who’ll understand his vision.

Also deepest apologies if it's repetetive in some parts 0-0'

[confusedmothboy]

really loved ur post about javis thought on traveddie + travis is a history bluff and u cant tell me anything else!!!! but two questions

1. travis saying "dads not around to tell me it's wrong"...oooh...you wanna elaborate on this so bad 🌀🌀🌀🌀

2. how was eddie involved in the hunt during s2/his reaction to javis death BONUS if you include his dynamic with nat hahaha ok bye

(PS pls tell me eddie and misty nerd out together)

aa thank you yes i DO wanna elaborate on it!!! under the cut ofc ^^

its not a stretch to assume that coach martinez is a pretty traditional guy. and it's the 90s, there's no way in hell he'd accept travis is he came out. since travis (and eddie, and everyone else) would've been raised with the mindset of gay = unnatural, dangerous, ect, i don't think it would easily deconstruct itself. eddie's KNOWN he's gay for years and he has a "if i go to hell, i go to hell" additude about it. he feels comfortable to express it once van and tai become open about their relationship, but he still doesn't really think it's right. in the fic, he and travis have like two conversations about it, mostly cause i thought it would be really corny if i projected my gay trans 21st century perspective onto these guys from a small town during the end of the aids crisis. in between scenes, travis and eddie probably have many more in depth conversations about it. because travis is relying on eddie to help him deconstruct his own internalized homophobia, he ends up mirroring a lot of eddie's additude towards being gay. which, again, isn't really a way most people would look at it in this day and age.

when travis gets asked by javi about him and eddie, he immediately assumes javi's asking out of hate or disgust, so he tries to shut it down as quickly as possible. travis doesn't tell javi that it's normal, because eddie's not telling travis it's normal. eddie's telling him to fuck what the people back home would say, because they're not home. so travis tells javi that what their dad would say about gay people isn't important, not because travis knows it's wrong, but because he's just not there anymore to keep saying it.

(also yes, eventually they deconstruct that mindset too, but that's definitely a post-rescue thing)

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eddie's involvement in the first hunt oh boy

nothingburger. that's what it was. i'm just gonna paste parts of the rewrite here so i don't have to type all of it out because by god i have been WRITING these last few days

“Wait.” Nat choked out. She turned to face Shauna. “If you're gonna kill me, you're gonna look me in my fucking eyes.” Her voice hitched, but she looked dead on at Shauna, a cold determination on her face. 

Shauna’s lip quivered, and she shook her head almost imperceptibly. “Don't. Don't do that to me, Nat.” She whispered, barely audible over the fire. Nat refused to move back. Shauna closed her eyes as she raised the knife to Nat’s throat. 

Eddie jumped at Shauna, knocking her away from Nat. The girls rushed to grab him off, but Travis joined in, trying to keep as many back from freeing Shauna. Nat was able to scramble away, flinging the door open and sprinting away into the woods. Shauna tossed the knife over to Melissa, who immediately held it to Travis’s throat, giving Mari and Robin the space to pry Eddie away. Tai led the charge after Nat, leaving just a few in the cabin. 

Mari shoved Eddie against the wall, next to Travis. Her lip quivered as she kept him in place with a small knife to his neck. He couldn't believe that this was the same girl who had been too squeamish to kill a rabbit, that day in the woods ages ago, that day that made him think they were friends. 

“Mari. Don't. You don't have to.” He whispered, pleading with her for something. He didn't even know what. She shook her head. “I won’t even run. Please. Please just let me go.” He met her eyes. 

“I can't. You’d find her. I can't-” Mari’s voice broke. Eddie glanced over to Travis, who was struggling against Gen and Britt. Eddie gulped. “Just stop moving. It's safer.” Mari urged him.

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eddie's reaction to javi's death is. it's also kinda hard to just explain without telling you to go read my stuff so yeah im just gonna copy a few parts from the rewrite so you get the gist

Eddie had to keep himself from screaming with a hand over his mouth. He could barely look at what was in front of him. Travis frantically cut away the ropes that bound Javi’s hands to the branch. Blood roared in his ears. It was like Eddie himself had frozen over. He looked around at the girls, whose heads were bowed in shame. They filed into the cabin, allowing Travis the opportunity to say goodbye. 

Eddie kneeled by Travis. There wasn't much of a goodbye to say. Javi was dead. Travis closed his brother’s eyes gently. He pulled the body to his chest as his shoulders shook. Eddie couldn't bring Javi back or say something that would make it okay. So he did what he did when he didn't have the chance to do anything; he started thinking, explaining, rationalizing. They said nothing about how he had died, but Javi had definitely fallen in the lake. He wasn't hurt anywhere else. His hair was stiff, frozen, as Travis ran his hands over it, and Eddie had a horrible memory of doing the exact same thing when he had found Jackie’s body; like mumbled apologies would make them come back to life. Eddie felt the ice that had formed on Javi, cracking frost away from the cuffs of his pants. He saw the red pattern of his own pajama pants that had been layered underneath. He looked at the kid’s shirts. He had Eddie’s jacket, one of his t-shirts wrapped around him like a scarf, the gloves Eddie had mended, that Nat added onto just a few days ago. 

Travis glanced back at him as Eddie concluded something awful. Or at least, guessed something awful. If Travis was thinking the same, he didn't say it. He returned his focus on Javi, thankfully sparing Eddie from the pressure of having to speak.

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There was a pause where Eddie had to fight back bile in his throat. It was shocking how callous she was being. Eddie wondered if she had been so cold when they found Javi’s body in the lake. “You should be ashamed.” Travis said, eventually. 

“Well, I’m not ashamed.” Van crossed her arms.

“The fact that you can even say that is-” Travis’s voice shook. 

“I’m not ashamed, Travis, I‘m glad I’m alive. Just like you are. And I don't think that any of us who are still here should feel ashamed of that.” Travis seemed to dissociate completely with a visible breath. 

Eddie stood up, taking off his raincoat and wrapping it around Travis’s shoulders. Van stepped back through the doorway, before Eddie got closer, leaning down and getting in her face with a glare.

“I know Lottie’s got your brain rotting with her wilderness bullshit, but I don’t know how you can live with yourself, saying that. You have no fucking clue what it’s like.” Eddie hissed, intentionally shoulder-checking the redhead as he walked away. 

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There was a pause as Eddie waited for Travis to say something.

“It fucking sucks. It hurts more than ten times what you thought it would. And I know that. Blaming yourself and lingering on what you coulda said different won’t do anything. That’s all I have to say about it. It’s all I think would'a kept me from spiraling after Jackie died.” Eddie finished his tangent with a sharp exhale. He knew it was harsh. He knew it couldn’t all apply to Travis, or at the very least, the circumstances were different. He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t believe it, though.

“Why do I need to be indifferent?” Travis asked, agitated. 

“It’s not indifference, it’s practicality.” Eddie answered.

“Why the fuck do I need to be practical right now? What the fuck does that even mean?”

“Because- Shit, man- People rely on you. And that’s not going away, as much as you might hate everyone out there right now.” Eddie sighed. He knew the painful feeling of keeping his emotions from affecting his responsibilities. Because if he didn’t, then he was just as expendable as Jackie. And he didn’t know what else he could say. 

Travis rolled away, his back to Eddie. “Ed?” He started, and Eddie hummed an acknowledgement. “Shut the fuck up.”

yeah sorry this is a lot he just has a lot of nuanced emotions that i really don't know how to explain outside of the way i wrote the story

PS to your PS: he and misty don't nerd out together. misty gets a teensy bit infatuated with him after he's the only one who defends her when she cauterizes ben's leg, and goes all misty on him. in season one, she almost nerds out with him, but goes in for a kiss while he's very much uncomfortable. in season two, she drugs him with tea and gets WAYYY to close while he's asleep. and then in season three, she's kinda over it but still gets told off for trying to hold his hand while they're looking for mari. big yikes. yeah i wanted to make them friends, but then i realized that misty's the type to get really obsessive when guys treat her like a human being. poor girl. kinda. oh mysterious quigley they could never make me form an opinion on you.

[clerc16]

gorgeous lies

summary: is it a gorgeous lie, or is it just a dreadful truth?

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: a little angst, open ending i guess? cursing, mentions of a rocky relationship

Normally, you didn’t think about the concept of soulmates. It didn’t cross your mind. Until you met Charles; and that changed your whole perspective.

He was always there with you, for you; and you were always there for him. That’s just the way it was.

Relaxing days off were a necessity in your relationship. Calm days spent tangled between white, crisp bedsheets while small, sweet nothings were whispered and short stories were shared. Both of your lives seemed to stop once these days occurred - you were only thinking about each other while the world went on with their lives.

Honesty was very important, too. Both of your promises and words were always fulfilled. It was like an unspeakable vow; it was never really officiated but it was known.

Well, that’s what you thought anyway.

That’s what you thought, until the day you mistook Charles’ phone for yours. You tried unlocking it, but you realised that the Face ID didn’t recognise your face until it was too late.

“mate just tell her u should take a break. it’s better than to lead her on when u don’t even portray ur real feelings” read the text message. You didn’t even know who it was from - maybe Pierre, maybe Joris, maybe Arthur or Lorenzo - and frankly, you didn’t care.

You left as soon as you could. No explanation, no reasoning.

“my love, is everything ok? i’m here if u need me” Charles’ text said. You read it over so many times you memorised it. The fact he easily called you my love when he was unsure of his feelings. The way he easily made you believe him even when he didn’t believe himself.

The way you were so unbelievably attracted to him, like two opposite ends of a magnet, and all that just shattered.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days. And Charles’ phone never got a notification that you responded.

Naturally, he came over to your house after two very long days. When you saw him on your doorstep, you wanted to slam the door in his face. But you didn’t. Instead, you ‘invite’ him in.

“Are you here to lie to me again?” You stammer. His eyebrows furrow as his eyes look deep into yours.

“What?”

“Or are you here to tell me we should take a break?” You continue. His face contorts as he finally understands what you’re referring to.

“My love, it wasn’t what it looked like-” he begins, but you cut him off as you laugh.

“Don’t my love me right now. I’m not stupid. I’m not a child. Just... get it over with, Charles. Please, just go.” You respond, your voice cracking.

Hearing the evident pain in your voice as it cracked caused his heart to crack, too.

And without another word, he was gone. Forever? Possibly.

Days dragged on like years. Days were spent crying; out of sadness, out of guilt, out of regret. They blended into one another but each one of them stuck out, sharp as a pin.

The one day that stood out the most, though, was the final day of a devastating week. Friday.

A knock on your door caused you to groan as you forced yourself off the couch.

“Is this Ms... L/N?” The man at the door asked. You hummed shortly.

“I have a delivery for you,” he says with a small smile as he places a huge bouquet of your favourite flower on your front door. You thank him as you drag it inside.

You weren’t stupid. You knew it was Charles.

Attached to the flowers was a note. You sighed as you opened it and began reading.

“Y/N,

I promise, none of this was a lie. Well, maybe some of it. But none of it was negative, I swear. It may seem like it was all a lie, but it wasn’t. Everytime I called you my love or told you I love you wasn’t a lie. None of it was. Please give me a chance to explain. I owe you an explanation, please let me do it.

I love you, I swear.

- Charles.”

You sigh once more as you fold up the note, the decision already clear in your mind.

thank you for reading! i hope this was worth it, please don’t be a ghost reader :)

[yourmomsgranddad]

— NEW PERSPECTIVE

— PAIRING: Peter Parker x fem!reader

— SUMMARY: What is Peter to do when men in building start turning up missing? Definitely not expect his new neighbor who's super nice.

— WORD COUNT: 1.6k

— WARNINGS: maybe one curse, tony not giving a single fuck, a few mentions of jennifer's, mention of demons, definitely not lore-accurate but who cares

Peter was very wary being in his first apartment by himself. He wasn't used to being alone but he was making it work.

It definitely helped considering you were his neighbor.

You moved in on the same day.

He had been done with putting his stuff away so he decided to help you with yours.

You claimed you didn't need his help; you were trying to learn how to live on your own, you didn't need a strong man doing everything for you.

He liked the flattery, so he left you alone.

But that didn't stop from saying hi to you in the hallways, keeping up conversation while getting your mail. You two were becoming friends.

That was until the first person in your building went missing.

Peter was worried, he never knew the person, of course, but still crime happening right under where he sleeps, it was frightening,

"You are not cut out for New York." Tony replied once Peter recounted the story to him while he was working on his suit.

"I'm not cut out for New York because I'm scared of getting kidnapped?" Peter looked at him perturbed, it was a very normal fear to have.

Tony stopped his work completely, pushed his goggles down and looked at Peter incredulously.

"You're scared? Of getting kidnapped? At your big age? Ok." He snorted before going back to work like it was nothing.

He kind of figured Tony wouldn't treat the situation with any severity, he was Iron-Man for crying out loud. Nothing at this point scared him. Except Pepper.

But just because he thought it wasn't serious, but he was still going to stay on the look-out.

One thing he didn't notice on his look-out: you.

You were missing.

You were no longer there for your morning talks while you got your mail. No longer there when he came back from his classes to ask how it went.

It was like you were gone.

He started to think you moved.

But then you popped back up, out of nowhere. Like you never left.

Returned morning mail talks, the smiles you'd pass him when you were on your way to work.

He had completely forgotten about your hiatus.

It never happened.

Things were finally settling back into normal, kidnapping was the last thing on Peter's mind.

But then it happened again. This time, it was a guy who was way closer to Peter's apartment, next door in fact.

He knew he was Spider-Man, but then stop his timbers from being shivered.

"So you're telling me a second kidnapping has hit your apartment building?" Tony tried to contain his joy at his joke but Peter and Morgan both seemed the opposite of pleased.

"You really think that was a good joke to make? What happened to 'never forget'?" Peter crossed his arms, causing Morgan to do the same even though she knew nothing about what they were talking about.

He just rolled his eyes.

"I don't know why you're not more concerned. I could be kidnapped today or tomorrow!" The boy shook in fear.

"You're Spider-Man and you're scared of a kidnapper?"

He shrugged. Just because he gained these muscles and these reflexes didn't mean he lost all of his fears. Although he felt like he should've.

"Forget about the kidnapper! What about this girl, your neighbor? Asked her out yet?" Tony wasn't looking at him, just focusing on his sandwich he was supposed to eating.

Peter looked down, now he was focusing on his sandwich. He was hungry but mostly because he didn't have an answer.

He never got any further than hallway conversations with you. He never asked for your number. He never asked any personal questions. He wasn't even in the friend-zone; he was nowhere.

To make matters worse, you had disappeared again.

Peter thought it was weird. Maybe you had family gatherings that you had to go to often and they were very frequent. Maybe you got sick a lot.

"Or maybe she's kidnapping your neighbors." MJ joked, looking up from her book to give her friend the crazy eyes.

Lightbulb.

He knew his friend was joking but there was some truth in her words. I mean there was the fact that you disappeared right after every kidnapping. It would make sense.

Just then Ned gasped, dropping his book, causing an overwhelming shush to befall the library they were in. He shuddered.

He rolled his eyes before looking at his friends, going back to what he was going to say. "What if she's a succubus? Like Jennifer?" He whispered harshly.

"Aniston?" Peter tried at the same time MJ questioned, "Love Hewitt?"

"I pissed neither of you said Garner. But no. Jennifer Check from Jennifer's Body. Like how she had to eat men to stay young."

Both MJ and Peter wanted to disprove that theory, Ned sounded absolutely crazy. He was most likely watching scary movies the night before. But something about it sounded real. Like it could be true.

"Ok, so what if you're right? What hasn't she eaten me yet?" Peter wondered, I mean he was the closest.

"Well two reasons. One, she thinks you'll taste nasty. Or two, you're her Needy. She only kills other people so Needy will only get her attention."

Peter didn't think that one to be true. You never once shown interest in him. In fact, the one time he tried to get closer to you, you pushed him away.

Then suddenly, another lightbulb.

He looked to his two friends with a smirk that let them know the next thing he was about to say was going to get them arrested in the near future.

"There's one way to test your theory, Ned."

—

Here they were, sneaking into your apartment holding flashlights, regretting ever leaving the library.

At least MJ was.

Peter noticed nothing out of the ordinary about your apartment. Just the stuff that made it your home.

He found it lovely.

MJ and Ned felt like they were intruding and for sure, committing a crime.

But nothing looked out of place. It looked like a normal apartment, not succubus-like.

Well nothing besides the two yous hanging out in the closet.

"Sorry! I was supposed to be nosey." Ned tried to apologize to the clones but it didn't matter, you both were very much asleep.

"Holy shit!" MJ yelled before Peter jumped forward, putting his hands over her mouth. He was too late although, one of you woke up.

All of three of them couldn't help screaming.

Gasping for air as you hit the ground, as if you were underwater.

Peter jumped out to catch you but it was kind of hard since you were far away.

"Don't worry! I'm not the bad one!" You forced out, your voice hoarse from not talking in a while. You were clutching your chest, hoping to feel your heartbeat.

"How can we believe that?" Ned wondered skeptically as he backed away from you, holding his arms up in the fighting positions.

Abruptly, the other one awoke and lunged at you, pushing to the ground. Her teeth, wild and sharp and animalistic. She barked and hissed like rabid wolf.

"I'm going to eat you whole!" Her voice deep and overbearing, it sounded nothing like you.

"I thought you only ate guys!" You retorted, using the most strength you had to keep her at bay.

"I go both ways."

"Like the movie!" Ned excitedly shouted, looking to his friends as if they were going to share in his joy. As if they weren't in a dangerous situation right now.

A fire-blast shot through your doorway, knocking the clone off of your chest and out cold.

You got off the floor immediately, looking at the damage and catching your breath once more. This is not how you wanted your move to New York to be like at all.

"Dude, there was a demon on your chest." Your eyes shot to your door that was very much open and that very much had Tony Stark in it, holding his repulsor on his hand.

"Oh now you believe me!" Peter shouted, throwing his arms up in anguish.

—

You were now sitting on Peter's couch.

You weren't allowed to be in your apartment while the scientists extracted the body of the demon.

You didn't really have time to be freaked out, it was something that barely happened to you so you had nothing to grieve. It was kind of like you were sleep for 2 seconds.

"You okay?" Peter decided to sit next to you, he didn't want to leave you alone while you were feeling whatever you were feeling.

"Not really but there's nothing really to freak out about. I would say it was a victimless crime but 2 guys lost their lives." He knew he shouldn't chuckle but he couldn't get over the fact that this might have been the first conversation he had with the real you.

"I can't believe this is like the first time I'm talking to you. This whole time I was talking to a literal demon."

"It's not the first time." His eyebrows furrowed. "I talked to you the first day you moved in. I remember complimenting your muscles." You smiled, a real one and not demonic.

"So that was you?"

"Yeah. I thought you were cute but then the demon bitch took me out." Again, felt inappropriate to laugh but you both had to.

"So you're saying there was a chance?" He looked at you curiously, he didn't want to ruin it.

"Still is."

Your hand slowly but surely made it toward his, clutching tightly. He smiled at the sight, he had no more questions, he was sure.

Without warning, Tony popped up in the doorway again, this time without the Iron-Man adornments.

"Congrats, kid." He flicked him a thumbs-up. "Um, if you have another demon grab onto your likeness, well, good luck, Charlie. And with that, he was gone, not another word.

You were gonna ask but you were done with questions for the day. All you really wanted to do was fall asleep in your cute neighbor's arms.

Which you did.

[rainbow-demon503]

OK AU IDEA FOR A GHOAP FANFIC I MAY OR MAY NOT WRITE

Johnny as a selkie.

The whole thing would make most sense as a non military au, because I don't know of a way to write it in a military story that wouldn't make more sense as just a hybrid au.

See, there are a lot of interesting themes in selkie folklore to play with here. Very often the Selkie is a woman who becomes landlocked by a man stealing her seal skin. often, once she discovers her skin again she leaves to never be seen again. Selkies have a constant yearning for the sea when landlocked. There's also a few stories out there in which the man accidentally shoots the selkie when she's in her seal form.

there's two very obvious routes to take this.

You could have a subversion of how the story usually goes in folklore. In which Simon, maybe due to his own experiences, does not do as others before him and loves Johnny while leaving him his freedom. Could work from either perspective although I'm more inclined towards Simon.

Or you could take these themes of a relationship built on imprisonment and turn it to the max. This came to mind because I was thinking about a thramsay fanfic that did something similar (although I read that one before I had an ao3 account so sadly I don't remember the name). Where Ghost goes even further than those men. Selkies's skins are unique and cannot be replaced upon destruction. And once without their skin, a selkie can never transform into a seal again. So that would definitely be a longer story, in which Simon captures or lures Johnny into a vulnerable position, to then steal his skin first and keep Johnny like that. But then, inevitably, johnny tries to flee or similar, which will prompt ghost then to destroy his skin and prevent him from ever returning to the sea.

Also, in the old folklore the children of selkies and humans weren't selkies themselves. Rather, they had physical differences like webbing between their toes and fingers and were otherwise human. I've read something about cutting the webbing away resulting in it being replaced by a rough and rigid growth. So again there's opportunities here, with lots of angst for Johnny's children. (Because of course I'm making him also trans. Because why not)

I'm brimming with ideas this could be great

[an-aura-about-you]

I've been rewatching Sweeney Todd lately and man, this play is really weird from Anthony's perspective.

Think about it:

-you're working as a sailor

-you see a guy lost at sea and call for the rescue

-the guy is brought aboard and when you're able to talk to him the first thing he tells you is not to ask about how he came to be there

-but you're hopeful not naive and unless Sweeney managed to get himself on another ship before the Bountiful then he was probably rescued near the prison colony

-so you figure this guy's got it rough and decide to give him the benefit of the doubt and befriend him

-you return to London and when you and Mr. Todd part ways he tells you a story about a barber and his wife and even if I Have This Friend stories weren't a thing in Industrial Revolution era England you can still put two and two together

-but notably for this Sweeney's story doesn't mention any kids, let alone a daughter

-you then meet The Love Of Your Life and she's a Damsel in Distress to boot!

-you run into your friend Mr. Todd and he's opened a barber shop (hah! knew it!)

-you tell Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett from the pie shop downstairs about your problems with Johanna and they are very kind about letting you bring your girlfriend there while you hire the chase to Plymouth (hooray we're friends helping each other! yay! 😊)

-you learn at some point that your girlfriend was not raised by a biological parent and that her guardian intends to marry her?? so you decide that you'll marry her first.

-she agrees to this even though she doesn't know your name.

-again you have no reason to suspect any of this has to do with your friend Mr. Todd outside of the arrangement you made to bring Johanna to Fleet Street

-you rush over to tell Mr. Todd the good news but oh no! Johanna's guardian Judge Turpin is there and now knows the plan!

-Mr. Todd is incredibly mad about this for some reason? and bellows for you to leave?? like ok???

-?????

-(it occurs to you later that it would make sense for Mr. Todd to have beef with the law, but then why give him a shave??)

-you eventually find out that Johanna is in a madhouse

-you go back to Mr. Todd for help because it's been months now and friends forgive each other for these kind of outbursts right?

-Mr. Todd works out a brilliant plan for you to rescue Johanna while disguised as a wigmaker and even arms you with a gun! yay!

-this is the point in the play with the most blatant hints you see about the true reason why Mr. Todd is helping you but none of it is substantial enough for, "Johanna is Mr. Todd's daughter," to be a logical guess

-you've never shot another man in your life

-(BUT YOU GOTTA START SOMETIME!)

-you find Johanna but can't bear to shoot the man that runs the asylum, even dropping the pistol

-Johanna picks up the gun and shoots without hesitation (!!!)

-you have no time to process this right now because it's time to fucking go

-Johanna stops in the middle of your escape to demand that you keep your word to marry her (babygirl we're still getting married but we do not have time for this right now)

-you get her disguised as a sailor and hide her at the barbershop, even though Mr. Todd isn't there

-once you've ordered the coach, Johanna comes running up to you in a panic (???)

-she tells you Mr. Todd killed Judge Turpin (!!!) and then tried to kill her (!!!!!)

-you get the help of a couple of constables and return to the shop

-turns out the cops were headed that way anyway because Beadle Bamford went there to investigate and hasn't come back?

-you go down into the bakehouse with everyone else and find the corpses of Mr. Todd (?!?!?!?!?), the beggar woman whom you've encountered a few times upon returning to London but didn't think much of (????????), and Judge Turpin (ok, at least you knew about that one)

-it's not shown but it's possible you also see the remains of Mrs. Lovett in the bakehouse oven (?!?!?!) and the remains of Beadle Bamford are somewhere around here too

-you see the boy who worked for Mrs. Lovett's pie shop and he's clearly not all right

-you never get an explanation for ANY of this

-and to top it all off, in some stagings, Johanna shoots you in the epilogue

[scrunckled-idiot]

Any headcanons about how the mercenaries interact with a borrower?

errrm yesh aktualy 🤓

soldier: legit tries to kill them at first. LIKE THE FUCK IS THIS LITTLE THEIVING COMMIE SPY IN HIS BASE!? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE!? makes it his mission to either kill them or take them prisoner, but eventually becomes like entrenchment for the goober. so like the borrower will be like sneaking away from the kitchen and then they'll hear this mf LEGGING IT AT MAXIMUN SPEED DOWN THE HALL. kinda like tom and jerry shenanigans. dw they always turn out ok :)

pyro: OMG A TINY LITTLE BUDDY LETS FUCKING GOOO!!! will instantly try to make contact with them without realising how terrifying it is in their perspective. chases them around the base kind of like soldier but with no malicious intent. eventually realises that they might be scaring the poor thing so stops chasing them. kind of like engie, they'll make these crude little cardboard houses slathered in glitter glue and stickers and make a little city in their room. absolutely ecstatic when they see borrower in one of the houses, but this time keeps their cool and just observes, giggling and kicking their legs. the borrowers just gonna play along and then they can go home- oh shit wait the giant gas mask guy set up a fucking tea party??? oh fuck yea dude, SUGAR COOKIES HORAYYYYY!!!

heavy: he wouldn't. he'd be too scared to. big man + little person? not a chance in hell. he'd probably keep his distance away rom them, pretending he never saw them. will probably leave leftovers out for them though cus he feels bad. if they're lucky, freshly cooked meals.

engineer: thinks he's going bonkers at first when stuff starts to go missing in his workshop. isn't too fond of the whole "borrowing" schlick, but he can understand. would build like little hideouts and dens for them and hide them around the base. purposely leave some spare screws, nuts, bolts, wire around the floor so that they dont have to parkour up to his desk or something. if he's friendly with them he'll just give em a wave, Mabey invite him over to his desk for some coffee and a break. then send 'em off with a bag full of supplies.

demoman: dawg his childhood fantasies just came true. his mother used to read him stories involving tiny people like elfs, pixies, Gulliver's travels, willow whisps, and borrowers. he'd be enamoured with them, but of course knows to keep his distance, he knows how frightened the wee things can get. he'd be as gentle as he possibly could when holding one though, letting them make the first move, and then scream internally when holding one.

medic: oh honey i dont even need to explain. you KNOW its instantaneous death. or trapped in the experimental cum jar. OR TAXIDERMIED!

sniper: probably thinks their just a weird looking cockroach so he'd try and spray them with pesticide or turn them into a kebab with his huntsman. once he figured it out though, he'd probably just shoo them away and to piss off. if he's chill with 'em though he'd probably handle them like a pet hamster or a rat. scoop them up off the floor into his pocket like "c'mon we're goin' to maccas". its like that one cat that hangs around your neighbourhood that you're chill with.

sorry didn't know what to do for scout and spy hun :(

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Oh this is going to hurt... a lot.

I should be worried if the first thing I do after an episode isn't open Photoshop. Normally, I would now recall the best scenes of the series and decide on a set… But not today, even though I have the time. I once wrote that when a series can no longer catch me, you can tell by the fact that I stop making gifs… Okay, sometimes I just don't have the time. But today… I wouldn't even know which scene to choose, because there was nothing that got me, nothing that excited me and nothing that I felt emotional connected to. Instead, I have a lot of thoughts in my head that all want to get out somehow.

After the over-emotionalization of the last episode, I had actually already given up on Last Twilight. And that really hurts to admit. I loved the series from the very first second and I just thought it was so good! The problem for me was that they tried to just touch the audience's tear triggers, their emotions, all of them. And they forgot that too much of a good thing is simply not good. For me, episode 11 was right on the edge of what was bearable and I still don't think Day did the "right" thing. You're allowed to argue in a relationship and hold different opinions and then talk about why you hold a certain point of view, for example. If the other person can't deal with it, if you can't find a compromise, then you have to take the consequences, yes. But that wasn't even done here.

Day insinuated that Mhok pitied him, didn't listen to Mhok's side and today we learn that Mhok really only felt pity? Really? And that he is happy Day broke up with him so he could grow? Really? That is so fucking stupid. Day has problems with pity, that's understood and ok, but it's also ok for Mhok to make his own priorities in life and decide for himself not to want to leave, but to stay with the person he loves. But Day took that decision away from him. They could have talked about it. Different perspectives can also make a big difference. But no. Day pushes Mhok away and Mhok lies to Day… But back to tonight's episode. I was actually done with last week (yeah nope, I know). You can see that they tried to find a highly emotional ending that everyone seems to agree with and can cry into their handkerchiefs. The number of fuck yous I hurled at my laptop today shows me that the trick didn't work on me. It was all so over-emotionalized that it just felt fabricated and fake. And that's so sad, because the show felt so fucking real until episode 10. And now it was a weird cliché-ridden cringe-fest.

Honestly, if I had been dumped like Mhok and then ignored for three years, the time I spend thinking about that person would be really wasted. I'd be so fucking angry (probably not anymore after three years, I just wouldn't care). But Mhok immediately starts flirting. They pick up where they left off, but there's three years and thousands of kilometers between them. Unrealistic for me. And then Mhok just carries on, whispering to Day about what's happening and what's going on and just acting like his boyfriend again, holding his hand, helping him get dressed, showing him where everything is. I was a bit surprised that he didn't feed him. And Day is confused and just smiles. I think as a viewer I was the only person who was angry at the end. There were no bad emotions. Nothing. And that felt so fucking wrong!

And then comes the wedding and talk of second chances and of course Day says no because he's too scared someone will take pity on him. Yeah, fuck man, shit happens. and Mhok can't or won't give up. An emotional chase begins and the bride and groom leave their own wedding for the two of them and I lost faith in everything. And of course the plane is gone and of course they're all checked in because the passport was scanned and of course Mhok turned around and went back and of course he clued Night in and of course they end up doing the same dance they did back then and of course the family watches them get back together. And of course the series ends with a bunch of sugary sweet scenes from "call me mom" to sunset and let's repeat this most beautiful and heartbreaking moment from the past epsiode without any emotional impact. It was so predictable and so, I'm sorry, so bad. I'm so angry! And of course he gets his sight back. After all, what kind of a message would it be if Day remained blind? Is that possible? That a blind protagonist can find happiness and love and lead a successful life? No, it's not possible. He has to be able to see again. He has to become normal again in order to lead a normal life. What a shitty message! Damn!

Sometimes less really is more. Not everything has to be perfect and normal. At least that's the lesson I thought I should learn from this series.

If anyone has any gif requests, my inbox is open, but I don't think I'll be making any on my own. At least not today and not with this anger in my stomach.

[whitegownsandflowercrowns]

Ok. I have an opinion. It is a very unpopular opinion. I am afraid of getting hate for this opinion. If you disagree with this opinion, please just scroll by or block me.

Here goes.

I think that it is impossible to compare the House of the Dragon characters to the Fire and Blood characters, because we can never really know the Fire and Blood characters. Let me explain.

Thanks to the nature of the Dance, the telling of it in Fire and Blood relies on two sources: Mushroom and Septon Eustace. Both are heavily biased and oftentimes tell wildly different versions of the same event. We know the basics of what happened, but thanks to their narration there’s so much we’ll never know. While Show!Lucerys’ death was definitely an accident, we can never truly know if Book!Lucerys’ was as well. What exactly started the rift between Alicent and Rhaenyra? We’ll never know. This, of course, leads to wildly different interpretations among fans.

This is why I say that we can never know the true Fire and Blood characters, because the book itself won’t let us know if our interpretations are correct or not. Here’s an example: in the book, Alicent may or may not have said “mayhaps the whore will die in childbirth” about Rhaenyra. Now imagine you have Person A and Person B. Person A wholeheartedly believes that Alicent said that, while Person B believes that she never would. Because of these perspectives, Person A thinks that Alicent became cold to Rhaenyra once Aegon was born, and that she is to blame for that relationship falling apart. Person B, on the other hand, thinks that Daemon turned Rhaenyra against Alicent, or that Rhaenyra herself grew cold once Alicent kept having sons. Person A thinks that Alicent said “bastard blood shed at war” out of pure spite; Person B thinks she said it after being devastated by the loss of her children and granchildren. Needless to say, Person A and Person B have very different takes about who Book!Alicent is. So when they turn on House of the Dragon, Person A thinks that Alicent’s character has been completely bastardized, that the writers are terrible at their job because they took someone who was clearly a stone-cold villain and tried to make her sympathetic. Person B disagrees; they think Alicent was done well. Where Person B thinks the writers are terrible, however, is that they’ve made Rhaenyra, an entitled monster in the book, into a sympathetic character.

The question is, of course, who is right? Have the writers bastardized Alicent or Rhaenyra?

The answer is that there’s no answer. The question of who has been ruined depends entirely on what parts of Fire and Blood you take as canon and which parts you take as being made up. Who do you think is more reliable, Mushroom or Septon Eustace? In fact, is any of this true? Is anything that has been written down in The Princess and The Queen remotely close to how any of this happened, or is it just bullshit propaganda meant to convince the people of Westeros that the Targaryens are the Best and Most Powerful™️ people ever? There’s only one person who knows what really went down, and somehow I don’t think he’s itching to release Fire and Blood: How it really went down.

This is not me saying that the show writers are perfect or infallible or that I agree with every choice they’ve ever made: I’ve disagreed with and side-eyed a couple. But I do think they get way too much hate for trying to adapt a novel that seems pretty difficult to adapt to me. Because their job is to create an objective version of a deeply subjective story, they’re going to piss someone off no matter what they do. Alicent, Daemon, Rhaenyra and Aegon are always going to be seen as white-washed or villainized to some corner of the fandom, because no one agrees on who these characters actually are.

So anyways that was my rant, I hope you all enjoyed it.

[dandylovesturtles]

@theplacewhereidumpmyinterests I can't talk about most of them because they're part of an AU verse I want to keep secret until I have the first fic that's part of it written, and idk when that will be (by summer?? HOPEFULLY??), but I guess I can talk about the other one because idk if/when I will write a fic for him (I'd like to but like I am only human)

"more AUs Dandy?" LISTEN all I do is sit around and think about "what if"s, okay?

ok so this started as me being like, hm, we see Lou Jitsu with a rotating door of women, so many he doesn't seem to remember all their names, so it's not totally out there to think he might have gotten one of them pregnant, right?

and thus Marcus (middle name Kyle) was born! literally!

so the story for this is, Lou Jitsu had a fling with a woman in the early 90s, pre-Big Mama. they were both in agreement that the whole thing was casual and it didn't last very long, but oopsie-daisy about six weeks after their last night together she finds out she's pregnant.

she debates what to do for a bit, because, as established, Lou Jitsu is kinda a fuckboi and she doesn't really want a relationship with him. But once she decides she's definitely keeping the baby she feels like she can't just not tell him, right? so she tries!

...unfortunately he's dating Big Mama by that point and she interferes to make sure that Lou Jitsu never meets with the woman and never finds out, because she knows this would get in the way of her plans.

she takes never hearing back from LJ as a sign he just isn't interested in the kid and resolves to single-motherhood. which she is the best at, btw.

she's still considering trying to introduce Marcus to his dad at some point, but unfortunately her kid isn't even 5 before Lou Jitsu suddenly goes missing, with his teary fiancée telling a sob story to the cops. assuming, same as everyone else, that he's dead, she lets the whole thing go, though she does tell Marcus who his dad is once he's old enough to understand everything.

Marcus goes through periods of being obsessed with Lou Jitsu, watching all his movies and consuming every piece of media about him that he can find, and periods where he can't stand to even hear the name. it's up and down. from his perspective, LJ abandoned him and his mom, but he's also dead, so it's not like he can have closure on this ever, right? so it's just a thing he has to deal with on his own.

but he's fine! he's alright. he gets through high school, then college, then accepted into vet school just fine.

then... his mom gets sick and dies.

yeah, that's a hard blow.

but he's alright! he has a few buddies from college he still sees now and then, and he's started his zoo vet residency at the Bronx Zoo (with a particularly special interest in reptiles), so lots of new people to meet that way! he's doing great! he's not lonely at all!

(a few months ago, he was suddenly woken up by a surge of something, like dozens of voices were crying out to him for help, tugging him toward something, saying his family needs him...

yeah, no idea what that was about. he doesn't have any family anymore.)

then the sky opens up and aliens come out.

Marcus is at work, because of course aliens would attack at the beginning of his shift. he spends the day ushering survivors into safe zones within the zoo, using his medical knowledge to handle first aid, and just trying to stay sane as the whole world turns upside down.

and then just as suddenly as it all started... it stops.

in the aftermath, everyone around him is just trying to get home, desperately calling their loved ones and praying for the best. Marcus starts trying to figure out how he's going to get home, because the trains definitely aren't running, and as he looks as his phone for a spark of inspiration, he realizes... no one has tried to call him. his coworkers' phones have been going off all day, whenever they can get signal, as loved ones try to reach them, but... he doesn't have anyone trying to reach him. and as he sits there he realizes he doesn't know who he should be calling, either.

so. that's pretty depressing.

and as he's sitting there, thinking about his life and what led him here, in a now empty vet clinic outside the bronx zoo... he hears a noise. and then, voices.

ah great. looters.

at first, Marcus tries to call 911 - but obviously the call center is swamped. so he decides to take care of the problem himself, going to see who's there and get rid of them...

wait, who is he kidding? he's definitely not paid enough to confront potentially armed looters! he's going to get out of here.

but just as he starts to leave, he hears the voices again - coming from one of the surgery rooms this time. and they're talking about IVs... scalpels... anesthesia...

suddenly he realizes that these aren't looters - they're here to try and treat somebody.

and like hell is he going to let some idiot kill someone trying to do DIY surgery.

so he turns back around and bursts into the room... on two humans, a rat that counts as giant even for New York, and four very big, very injured turtles.

one of whom immediately points a gun in his face. to be fair, that's what he thought would happen.

"Donnie!" yells the biggest one, and, oh, they can talk. huh.

"Relax, it's just a tranquilizer!"

"Donatello!" that's the rat. there's a sound like a whip cracking and the one with the gun makes a startled noise and drops it.

now the rat is in front of him. he's looking up at Marcus imploringly. "Do you work here?" he asks.

"Y-yeah. I'm a vet."

the rat bows very politely. "my sons are seriously hurt, and I don't have the supplies to help them at home. I understand it is a lot to ask, but... we must use your supplies. please, if you could just look the other way."

Marcus looks around at the turtles, especially the one on the table, the one worst off. he looks mangled. he won't live long if he isn't properly treated.

a rat, two humans who look like teenagers, and the turtles. who the rat called "sons". now that he's noticing, they're all pretty short, other than the big one. are they also teenagers?

"...Are any of you doctors?" he asks. the littlest one starts to raise a hand, but the girl grabs it and forces it back down.

everyone else has left by now. he's the only doctor here.

alright. guess he's doing this.

"...okay, everyone make some room. let me get sterilized, and I'll see what we're working with here."

and that's how the son Lou Jitsu didn't know he had becomes primary care doctor to his teenage mutant ninja half-brothers. ^^

(and then a bunch of other stuff happens)

[mooshie-blue]

if u don't wanna make art thats ok and im not gonan try to convince u otherwise I just don't want u to feel guilty or whatever

I just wanna say that ur art did make me happy tho

Also uh, u don't have to read this or agree with it but when I was in middleschool I drew alot

Turns out it was coping in the only nondisruptive version of stimming and escapism lol

Once had a teacher say a drawing I was really proud of looked like she had scoliosis

Art is for everyone tho, even if u have hands that don't work or can't get the perspective down and or whatever

But u don't have to keep on making it just because u feel like u committed alot to it

Ur allowed to do things just because they make u feel happy, and if making art doesn't make u feel happy u can find other stuff

Like who knows u might be like a really good baker or something lol

Also like I also placed alot of my identity in being a good student but honestly I cant even do my time tables as a young adult and it sucks

And I did try to be better and I just couldn't even tho it really hurt when I tried and failed n stuff

And thay kinda thing isn't healthy to try to force

But whatever u want for enjoyment doesn't have to be like good or amazing,and if u feel like u have to be then ur allowed to try to find other stuff to do that makes u happy

It could be stuff like silly poems, finding documentaries about stuff u like, trying foods from different cultures, whatever

And u don't have to only focus on doing one thing, u can just exist and try things at random and just focus on trying to find stuff that makes u happy

Good luck mooshie :3

Ur allowed to be happy enjoying small things in life without any commitment to em and yeah :) i think ur very sweet and that u deserve that

Sorry if u don't really wanna hear all that or whatever but please remember to take care of ur needs n stuff ok 💗

Idk if you're into sea shanties buuuut I do have a little selection of sad ones and of happy ones if ur interested, also i have some favorite mitski songs for handling feelings

U don't gotta respond btw but yeah 👍

Thank you

[the-way-astray]

No pressure for the Anti Keefe Sencen Rant 2-I know it's going to be absolutely delicious and chef's kiss if you take the time you need and then release it. I'm so looking forward to it. No pressure, though, I swear!

Uh this was meant to be like a comforting and motivational post at the same time. Seriously, just feel good ok

ooh, it's nice to know people are still interested, even though i'm pretty sure it's been a while since the first one came out in . . . july? idk lmfao.

don't worry . . . this seems comforting and motivational. the secret project is sucking up all my kotlc-stuff time currently, but i'll likely be able to go back to the rant after i finish that (why am i always working on something kotlc-related . . . )

anyway. since you seem eager and i'm apparently handing these out like hershey's kisses, have yet another excerpt from the part two rant (i posted one already, in case you haven't seen it). subject to change and being cut and whatnot but. whatever:

“The pounding didn’t mean anything, by the way. That’s why he didn’t bother mentioning it. Of course he had a headache! His mom had just tried to kill him—again!” (541) What in the logical fallacies is this???? Just because you know what caused your headache, doesn’t mean it will magically go away???? I’m so genuinely confused as to what Shannon is attempting to achieve here. Is she trying to make us annoyed with Keefe? Keefe then proceeds to refuse good medical advice for over twenty pages. In case you thought he grew or developed at all from the Nightfall incident.

“Okay, fine—he wasn’t in the mood to hear about all of the mistakes he’d caused everybody to make, because his brilliant plan had turned out to be a little less-than-brilliant.” (543) In case you think this is character development, it’s not. Keefe is only sorry that he caused them to make mistakes, he’s very noticeably not sorry that he screwed over the entire plan by doing the one thing everyone told him not to do, which is what he should be sorry for. He’s not sorry for his arrogance in thinking the group would need him. When I first heard that Unlocked was going to be told half from Keefe’s perspective, I thought we would get an explanation for why (because, like I said, the reason he gives in Legacy for coming to Loamnore makes no sense at all). Why did he come to Loamnore, even when specifically warned not to and agreeing? I was super intrigued and thought Shannon would surprise us with a very specific reason. But I guess my standards were too high because this book does not talk about Loamnore at all past this chapter and the next. That’s literally it. Certainly, we don’t get a specific reason as to why Keefe decided to throw a good plan down the drain and override it with his own. It’s like Shannon completely forgot about the last book’s climax’s consequences.

“Apparently, he shared the Really-Bad-at-Scheming gene with his mom.” (543) His mom’s not bad at scheming, though. Not even close. (At least, not until some . . . choices were made in Stellarlune.) Keefe’s bad at scheming. Keefe. Not this mom. Keefe. Let me remind you that he threw away the entire point of his side’s plan when he showed up at Loamnore, even though he fully knew what his mom was trying to do. Meanwhile, his mom has been thoroughly, intricately, and meticulously crafting and refining her plan for years. Keefe rushes into everything with no thought. Gisela’s actually a pretty good planner. But again, Keefe is so arrogant that, to this day, he still underestimates his mom, even after she’s gotten the better of him time and time again. You’d think he would’ve stopped being stupid and learned by now . . . 

“Though . . . maybe if she hadn’t had to do that, his mom wouldn’t have escaped. There was no way to know, so it was probably better not to wonder about it.” (544) Keefe just . . . brushes right past what should be a serious stop-and-think moment for him. He, once again, hijacked a shared plan and ruined it because . . . genuinely, I do not know. Like I said, I thought the reason Keefe gave at the end of Legacy was a cover-up for some deeper reason he didn’t want to tell Sophie that would make it all make more sense, but that’s not at all true. Anyway I’ll shut up about that now and talk about this quote. Keefe should be doing some serious reflection right now. Again, if you think he developed from the Nightfall scene at all, I hope you can see why it’s very clear he didn’t learn anything of actual value. He just said what Sophie wanted to hear and they breezed past it. He did not actually learn or change from that scene. Once again, he refuses to blame himself for problems that are actually his fault, yet beats himself up over ones that aren’t. Those false problems are then used to attract a great deal of pity. If Keefe truly believed that he messed everything up, he would not have come to Loamnore and, get this, messed everything up. How are we, the audience, supposed to believe that Keefe feels guilty over everything and beats himself up over everything when he just instantly brushes past something that was one hundred percent his fault? Why is he only ever guilty over things that aren’t his fault, like his mom? It’s to attract sympathy for him without actually putting him in the wrong. 

“He just had to keep fighting and remember that the defeats they’d suffered were . . . mostly a timing issue.” (544) Here, Keefe tries to rationalize his way out and excuse himself of the blame by telling himself it wasn’t his fault. Which is just not true. A lot of the defeats they’ve suffered are a direct result of Keefe’s actions. Here is a list of the things he has screwed up: compromising Alluveterre, giving up his blood, freeing Alvar (which probably wouldn’t have mattered, given the whole Lumenaria thing, but Keefe didn’t know that at the time), being wrong several times about the Neverseen going after Grady and Edaline, giving up the caches and bringing back fakes, giving Sophie the tracker that led the Neverseen to her and Fitz, and now showing up at Loamnore when he was forewarned with good reasons not to. I bet you forgot about at least half this list, because the narrative gives so little accountability to Keefe that large, devastating setbacks are quickly and easily forgiven by the other characters without Keefe facing a modicum of actual consequence. He simply throws a pity party, Sophie wrongfully reassures him none of it’s his fault, and they move on. Once again, I would have no problem with Keefe deflecting the blame off of himself if it was treated as a character flaw by Shannon and if it was more consistent, but neither of those are applicable to Keefe. As for the part where he says he just needs to “keep fighting” . . . oh please, no. Please. Please stop fighting. Please stay out of everything, ever. You would do everyone on your side a massive favor.

I’m not copying down the whole quote, because it’s like three paragraphs, but there’s a brief description of the four (4) elixirs that Elwin made Keefe drink to help him feel better on page 563. So what he’s been fighting for over twenty pages is something that took about a minute to do. He would’ve been free to go immediately if he’d just taken his goddamned medicine. Instead, he had to throw a temper tantrum like a toddler. This is what I mean when I say he’s infuriatingly stupid. How did he not realize that taking his medicine would get him out of the Healing Center faster and less painfully than whining like a pathetic brat? (Okay, so Elwin made Keefe take another dose of headache medicine on page 566. That’s literally it. Just five elixirs.)

[eyeris-moni]

are jeff and raz.. kissboys..???!?!

This ask's wording had me DYING HELP

Forever adding that to my mental dictionary HAHAHA

I have to be completely honest with you, I myself have no hecking clue what their relationship is.

And I HAVE TRIED TO FIGURE OUT OK OTL

The TLDR is that I don't know!! and that you're welcome to HC and see them how you want as of now.

My own reins are loose and I just draw what feels in character (:

Thought-vomit below in case you want to hear my thoughts on it. It's long because i cannot for the life of me remember how much I've talked about before--

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Most of the time I'm more focused on exploring the intricate, intimate feelings of their dynamic (something I just can't do justice with a couple of doodles here and there aughh).

Like--

Let's talk about the almost infantilized elements of Raz's repressed nature.

(Btw, this is not an issue to me - don't feel bad if you genuinely, or even on a meme level, refer to him as a baby. From Raz's perspective, that's how you're meant to, and in turn, that's the narrative I often draw. I draw him cute - he is cute!)

Every character, viewer included, is invited to see Raz as 'babi OwO', because that's a part of Raz's wants. When he feels threatening, he will literally make himself smaller, visually plead for you to see him that way.

Not because he is a tiny baby, but because he has learnt that doing so makes people nicer to him. He doesn't actually ever become a child. Instead he will look the part to spark care in others, and adapt a very simplistic worldview when needed. Not because he cannot grasp anything more complicated, but because it's too distressing to do so!

Like imagine how you might start thinking politics in term of simple 'bad' vs. 'good'. Not because there isn't nuance, but because it's stressful and exhausting and takes away your ability to be happy.

Sometimes Raz does that, but instead of it being politics, it's everything!

And I think it's genuinely interesting how Jeff kind of knows this and once he gets an idea of how it works, he doesn't coddle or treat Raz like a child.

In part because he's a stubborn asshole and kind of refuses to infantilize Raz beyond what is 'healthy'.

He learns to treat Raz as an adult, but obviously simplifies and helps out when Raz is overwhelmed. Example:

The rest of the times he and EJ do their best to help Raz learn how to be responsible and build healthier relationship. How to be self-sufficient.

And it's important because it's Jeff that's pushing for Slender to let him into the mansion, arguing that Raz isn't just a kid, but an adult that can take responsibility for his actions. He's pushing and arguing for Raz to be viewed the same way Jeff knows he can be, capable and responsible.

THAT IS ALL TO SAY I find it genuinely interesting and endearing how Jeff is able to connect with Raz (by being a stubborn asshole) and in turn helps Raz by holding him accountable. To see the glimpses of Ezca before they ever truly met, and how he shuts down Raz's unhealthy habits of making himself smaller, while idolizing everyone around him.

It's cool and I do think it makes their specific relationship special.

I mostly talked about Jeff's influence on Raz, but I could also talk for hours about how my version of Jeff slowly learns to be more patient and more emotional from Raz being around. (I imagine he lost a lot of his ability to be emotional ever since he entered a pact with Slenderman.)

I think their friendship is really cool and complicated and full of little intricate parts and having to label that is HARD GKDNDN

I wouldn't know if there's anything romantic in there - I've never drawn anything with that explicitly in mind?

But I draw them very close! Raz enjoys physical touch and closeness, and as they learn to work together, (especially post roadtrip together,) Jeff is kinda chill having Raz just laying/hanging/sitting around and on him.

Really the one concerned should be Raz because lord knows when Jeff last has showered and washed his clothes but i guess that's a benefit of being non-human NFKDNSJS

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I'm so sorry for the insanely long rambly answers!

I've been walking around with these characters in my head for years and it's HARD EXPLAINING STUFF

Also yall keep asking genuinely interesting question about them and the fan/nerd in me desires to make sure I cover my bases-