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queenoffishingandcookies · 11 months ago

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Umineko AU Ramblings - Genderbent Ushiromiya Family

If You Do Not Like Genderbending, Please Look Away. I'll Try My Best To Avoid Spoilers, But Please Read At Your Own Risk.

Sometimes I think about genderbending Umineko and how fucked up the dynamics would be. For the sake of simplicity and avoiding spoilers for anything during/post Alliance, I'm just looking at the Ushiromiya Family, here.

This is just me rambling here, not a true deep analysis of the characters. There'll probably be lines of thought that go nowhere.

For reasons, Kinzo would remain the same sex. However, everyone from the main family down, wouldn’t be. (Gender, on the other hand, is potentially a different story and an AU of a genderbent AU).

Krauss, Eva, Rudolf, and Rosa would be the opposite sex they are in canon. As would George, Battler, Jessica, Maria, and Ange.

This alone would massively change the family’s dynamics. Considering Kinzo’s misogynistic outlook and the fact that Japan is a primarily patriarchal society - the upbringing of the adult generation as kids, their adolescence and young adulthood, to their marriages and the birth of the cousin’s generation is all made different.

Krauss, as a girl, wouldn’t have the same sense of superiority over the rest of Kinzo’s children as he does in canon. As eldest, sure she’d have some power - but as a girl, in Kinzo’s eyes - and depending on the circumstances, even the family elders who named Kinzo as a puppet head - what use was she as an heiress?

She’d marry out of the family - or in normal cases, should have - to supply the Ushiromiya family with further connection in the upper class’s world of riches and politics.

You know who would actually, in their youth, have the most ‘power’?

Eva.

As a boy, even if Kinzo didn’t care much or pay much attention to his kids, again depending on how involved the elders were - influencing or alternatively abusing their mother with high expectations, because Kinzo had to have learned some prejudices and bias from somewhere, in turn leading to the mother’s strict expectations - Eva would have been raised as heir, not Krauss.

Whereas both Fem! Krauss and Fem! Rudolf would be expected to learn domestic skills and the basics of academics, focus on thought of child rearing and homemaking household management, becoming deft hostesses able to keep keen eyes on connections and silent lips for others but their husbands when requested -

Out of them all, it would be Eva who was expected to carry on the illustrious name of the Ushiromiya’s after Kinzo, have it soar to heights which surpassed that of its former wealth lost to the quakes. For some time, he’d be the only son in a household of three children, a single boy between two daughters.

If not by Kinzo, Eva would have been raised by his mothers - by the elders, potentially - that he was going to be the heir over his sisters, that he would continue the family name and was expected to bring them greatness through his intelligence, something that his sisters could only do in marrying well to wealthy, well-connected men.

While his sisters would be allowed to attend high school, it was Eva who would be afforded a higher education - a proper gentleman’s education. The girls wouldn’t be, had no need to be given such a thing.

Krauss, as a girl, would marry out of the family. So would Rudolf. Eva was going to be the heir, as his mother and the elders said - in this way, they would make the family - make their father - proud.

He was going to the heir.

(Which would really burn when he wasn’t, when Krauss didn’t marry out of the register, when Kinzo, for whatever damned reason, had her spouse marry into the Ushiromiya family rather than his eldest daughter out of it).

(By all means, legally he never even declared a direct heir. It’s assumed at first that it goes to Eva, and then, after Krauss’ marriage and remaining on the register, to the oldest child - strange, but not unheard of).

(I haven’t though much on it, except, perhaps, to say that Kinzo’s reason would be pure spite towards the elders - and then, simply, a lack of caring. What did it matter to him, any of it? The family, the wealth, the prestige…it was his only in name, his body forced to sow the crops the elders got to reap for their own profit).

Like their canon counterparts, though:

It’s not just Eva who is extremely prideful. Both Krauss and Rudolf are prideful, stubborn, as well.

All of the haughty superiority that Krauss throws into being the eldest, being the heir? This gets burned down into a need to prove herself as the perfect young lady, the most desirable, proper bachelorette of the upper echelons of society. The inner economy of running a household, rearing children, being a hostess - that is what she would strive for. But, similar to Eva in canon, I don't think Fem! Krauss would settle for, on several accounts, being deemed lesser than her younger brother.

She'd fight in becoming the most perfect, lovely lady - so that Kinzo and the elders could hold nothing against her, if she wished to achieve further education. What she would look into learning, I'm not sure - but it's still something to at the very least consider, whether she would strive for higher education or not.

(lowkey thinking of Eva and Krauss attending the same university or college, just to potentially get on the other's nerves and show how they are 'that much more' superior to the other).

It wouldn't give much leverage over Eva, no - why would he even deign to give the thought of a girl's know-how time out of his day? an attitude that later bites him in the ass because his only child is a girl - but leverage over Rudolf? Potentially. There, there we have things to look at.

Rudolf, as a lady, is still an incorrigible flirt. Still able to charm the pants off of literally most people - a lady by her sex, and a cougar, a carnivore, otherwise. A smoky mafia lady vibe. Flirtatious and brusque, almost. Her etiquette and the snubbing of it (examples being smoking, a bit rough and lackadaisical in regards to housekeeping and being a hostess).

Different from Krauss and Eva, Rudolf would just barely toe the line of societal propriety of an upper class lady - quite the modern woman. She'd know it all, embroidery and all that - but she'd utilize it like a spider building a web, snakes coiling around prey and paralyzing them with venom. Charming, skilled if a bit lazy at it - and deceptively clever, but deadly.

Something Krauss had reason to chide her on, at least.

A cunning flirt, to make up for Krauss' cutting etiquette and Eva's blindingly superior holier-than-thou everything. Lusting to make up for a lack of love, or affection - which, while I can't say it wasn't there, there likely wasn't much of it in the Ushiromiya Household. Just, pride and expectations and cold limitations put down as law.

That behavior they grew into is comprised of their upbringing, and attempts to - at least in part - fill voids left in them by fair lack of warmth from certain people (elders, parents, you know), and filled only with harsh and high expectations and strict limitations. Which isn't to say that at least their mother didn't care, but I still have to think on that since we get zero information of the Ushiromiya Matriarch.

Rosa would get the short end of the stick, born with a pretty decent age difference between Rudolf, who is the 'baby' of the older siblings - and all of his siblings would have their own issues by this point, learned to weaponize haughtiness and a sharp tongue and intellect and charm and lust as shields and tools.

This poor kid would be so soft, so defenseless, compared to them. Up until the circumstances involving a stuffed animal, the forest, and Maria's mom (in this case). This is me trying to avoid spoilers, because I've been there and it sucked.

I can't really say much about Rosa, here, because I just don't have a good grasp on her character. Like I said, I was spoiled for Umineko just after finishing watching Banquet - and that was some time ago, it's only recently I've begun rewatching a no-commentary playthrough (and it's primarily through the fanfiction on A03. That, more than anything else, it what inspired me to pick Umineko up again).

The siblings alone, the ways they were raised along with the expectations for them, how they coped with it - all of it is very complex in canon, and it changes with their sex, in some ways minutely and in other ways, majorly.

Then we get to look at their marriages. Which occurs after Kinzo's miraculous revival of the Ushiromiya Family's wealth - after slowly loosening and severing the puppet strings of the elders (those alive, at least?) wrapped around his limbs - and the dynamics of the family change.

Kinzo remains silent, as to the matter of naming the heir - and while Eva holds tight to the belief, and even taunts his elder sister for not yet having married...there's a sort of unstability in the air, only furthered by worsening tensions between Kinzo and his wife - and Kinzo, often, disappearing on business trips from their home.

Then comes the acquisition of Rokkenjima by Kinzo, the construction of the mansion....for reference, the Ushiromiya Mansion is built in the 1950's - '52?

The Ushiromiya family is elite, having a personal island and the head of them all is a man infamous for his sheer luck in investing and gaining great wealth in a fairly short amount of time post-war. Still, Kinzo is silent about a heir - silent about his eldest marrying outside the family....

Usually, usually, woman in japan marry outside of the family register. So first and foremost, looking at a genderbent AU, why wouldn't Krauss and Rudolf marry into the spouses' family register?

Starting with Krauss:

Canonically, Krauss marries Natsuhi because he needs a wife to have a child. Natsuhi is essentially forced into this marriage, because her family is in dire financial straits. The marriage is an arranged one, essentially meant to solve two issues. The money issue for Natsuhi's family, and the heir issue for the Ushiromiya's.

In a genderbent AU, things would work...considerably differently.

Natsuhi's family would, quite likely, be in a similar situation - but this is a demerit on their end, because it holds no benefit to Kinzo or the Ushiromiya family. By marrying Krauss off to a member of Natsu's family, a line of shinto priests (and, if I'm not wrong, once-nobles?), there's no connections in other circles of society, no wealth awaiting his daughter or a boon to the family. From a utilitarian viewpoint, it would be a worthless match...

Considering Kinzo had already thrown off the elders by now, unless he was still in the process of trying to do so, it wouldn't be even enough to spite them (unless he was going down the whole 'spite their memory' route).

So, why Krauss and Natsuhi in this au? Why would they still be Ushiromiya's? Unless, even branch family's who no longer carry the name would be there - as in Eva = heir - but I'm aiming for somewhat close to canon here, working off the assumption that Krauss + Natsuhi are still the main household - not Eva + Hideyoshi.

Then again, it could be that Kinzo compares both Natsuhi and Eva. Eva having been groomed by the elders, but Natsuhi...Natsuhi, possibly, untouched by them. Perhaps throwing a bone to an old business partner, or even just lack of really caring...that bares a lot of thinking on, trying to get more insight as to Kinzo's point of view.

That would imply a projection of disdain, of hate or anger, upon his kids though. I'm...pretty sure Kinzo just, didn't care about them much, canonically? I'm aware he was physically abusive, and the effects that had on the siblings lasted their whole lifetimes - but for Kinzo, the abuser himself? Would you remember stepping on an ant, if it was just another pest to deal with, a minor worry in a sea of major ones?

Other then stating in the episodes that they failed to live up to expectations, being vultures...not mentioning Everything Else regarding the episodes that I know the bare minimum of, so I can't give a more in-depth look into the matter.

Anyway, Krauss would be the first to marry. Krauss should have left the family register -

and it's a blow to the system, to Eva personally, when she does not. When a man comes to the mansion as his sister's husband, unable to bear the family crest, and yet it's him who will be the next family head, for all that it is Krauss who is the actual heiress.

(Really wonder what Natsuhi would find work as, though...has more common sense than Krauss though, so the disatrous application of the Ushiromiya Money by Krauss in canon wouldn't come up...)

Oh, feeling particularly evil. Eva, going to Kinzo and wondering why Kristine is still there, bring up that it was him who was the heir - and Kinzo just musing if he, himself, had ever called Eva the heir.

It was always the elders, always mother -

But never father.

Goddamn, that's crushing.

That would also possibly be a major power trip on Krauss' end, one massive 'who is superior to whom now?' type situation. And poor Natsu would get caught in the brunt of the fallout.

Two extremely prideful, extremely intelligent men. The family crest worn by one, forbidden to the other - and it was the other, and the sister, who had been chosen by the father.

...I'm picturing some pretty achillean showdowns between Natsuhi and Eva, not going to lie. Eva being angry and wondering what made Kinzo deem him worthy over his own blood son (not even factoring in his sister here), this man he didn't permit to wear the one-winged eagle. Imagine the (toxic) kabedon to be had here...

Imagine the tension, possibly causing Eva to leave the mansion - or Kinzo or his wife to arrange a marriage for him because of the growing aggression and antagonistic attitude he began to take - worse than the past. If he was fixated on being a good 'heir', why didn't he take a wife and sire a child himself, too?

Which, then leads to the consideration of Hideyoshi's character. Canonically, I believe he started making money by rolling cigars and selling them - even if his business later was a restaurant chain. This post goes into the implications that he started this around the second world war, and was an orphan or old enough to be on his own at that time. Though I think I have slightly different headcanons pertaining to age, that doesn't have much bearing on the likelihood that, canonically, he was older than Eva and decently well-off at the time of their marriage.

Eva would likely already be running his own business, in a genderbent au. I can potentially see Hideyoshi still running a business here, but...man, oh man, wouldn't a pairing like that be a smack to Eva's sensibilities and belief system. His father, pairing him up with a woman just a bit older than him - a woman who works like a businessman, too? Imagine the sheer amount of times he'd put his foot in his mouth.

Assuming, of course, Kinzo would deem a woman 'like that' who was staunchly different from how he expected women to behave, as a good match. Another possibility was that, although not officially a big part of some company or other's success, Hideyoshi was the brains behind the operation - and that's what made her a fitting wife. We don't get much of Hideyoshi's backstory, in canon. We don't get much of any spouse's backstory, really - except in specific circumstances.

...Eva and Hideyoshi, I need more time to think about.

But, in a turn of events, it's ultimately not Krauss who leaves Rokkenjima. It's Eva.

and then there's Rudolf and Rosa.

Rudolf is complicated because there are two marriages. Asumu, and Kyrie. Mentioned in the post I linked above, it's likely that they all met around college and are close in age - Kyrie knew Rudolf first, I believe. Rudolf ended up marrying Asumu though, after he unintentionally got her pregnant - though he carried on an affair with her, and likely other woman throughout it all.

In a genderbent au, Rudolf's flirtatious nature and infidelity bites back on the ass. hard. namely in the form of a pregnancy. Considering she'd be sleeping with (at least) two men, Asumu and Kyrie, either one could be the baby daddy - meaning her father would either force her to marry one of them, or Rudolf could abort the child and cover it up so no one has to know it happened at all.

Rudolf is a selfish person, who thrives off gambling to fill endless vices - namely, lust in place of love and affection, though she gets that too. A child would get in the way of that, her bed frolicking when put bluntly - not to mention Krauss and her mother scoldings and haughty attitude and Rudolf's blatant snubbery of ladylike things - no one, least of all herself, believed her fit to be a mother. abortion would come to mind, no doubt.

shit like this could get her disowned. Unlike rosa in canon, she wasn't tricked or abandoned - doesn't really have a good excuse. Rudolf literally fucked around, and found out.

In canon, this led to a blitz wedding binding him and Asumu. In a Genderbent verse, assuming an abortion couldn't be done - either because the pregnancy wasn't noticed until it was too late or for some other reason, a similar event could occur.

If Kinzo got wind of it, it would be a matter of Kyrie's family vs Asumu's - and we know more about Kyrie than Asumu's. Guess who'd possibly win out, in Kinzo's eyes? A low-middle class family, or an upperclass household with shady potential yakuza connections? I say this, because I'm pretty sure Kyrie's summary screen mentions that she and Rudolf have shady dealings or connections or something and that's how they make bank.

And she doesn't know who the baby's daddy is, had to make a choice between men she was pulling along on a string. She works with one on a regular basis, and possibly the other. Hell of a proposal, that she was pregnant.

Considering even Rudolf in canon thought that Asumu knew about the affair, there's probably always the wonder of 'is this my child?' Which is fucked up all around, because not even Rudolf would know, unless she had a little black book where she wrote down when she slept with who - but especially for Kyrie and Asumu.

If Rudolf hid it, no doubt Kinzo would suspect the truth behind the sudden wedding - if he didn't find out, during preparations or just after.

Put simply, it's a total clusterfuck of drama.

Rosa - she didn't even have the chance to get married in canon. Her boyfriend got her pregnant, and then fucking left her with debt after she took out a loan for him.

In a GB AU, this gives me several ideas. Rosa gets a girlfriend pregnant, and she leaves him with the baby. Rosa does get married, or they're forced to, but they have a divorce somewhere along the line. Darkest of all, Rosa's girlfriend/wife dies.

The lives of the Ushiromiya siblings are like a soap opera.

It's one in morning, so I'll give just a quick rundown of the cousins. Going in order of age: George, Battler, Jessica, Maria, Ange.

George is Eva's only child, and a daughter. In his younger years, what he'd deem useless as a heir - useful only in marriages. His daughter is also the most precious thing he'd ever seen or held, while also being a nail in his coffin. He might have had a child before Krauss, but it wasn't a boy - useless to Kinzo, useless to securing Eva as heir.

George is raised strictly. Very strictly, to be the perfect lady - while also educated far beyond the standards of what he'd once thought a young lady should be held to. Eva, in a genderbent world, would be a bit like Natsuhi...he'd want his daughter to be capable of standing as a powerful heiress in her own right, even if it would have been better for them both if she'd been born a boy. She'd also be held accountable for achieving impossible standards - appearances, grades... not a material want in the world, but a deep need for space to breathe.

Battler, or in this case Valor, is Rudolf and Asumu's daughter. Quite a ways down the line of succession, isn't quite raised like Eva raises George. She gets raised a bit closer to a normal child, behave in school, try to get at least a B in classes...she is cosseted by her father. Kyrie would be a little less cool to her, I think, a little warmer - namely because she could very probably be his daughter and they just didn't know - DNA testing emerged in the 80's and Valor was born in '68 or '69 I think. Heightened tensions in the Rudolf Love Triangle, though.

Would still be raised with higher expectations, though. Good etiquette, good handwriting, maybe dancing...? (these are, admittedly, more stereotypes than what I actually know of a member of the upper crust's education and extracurriculars).

I can't tell if Rudolf would be fiercely protective of Valor, a bit uncomfortable with her, or something else entirely. Fiercely protective because - possibly - Kinzo wanted her to get an abortion, uncomfortable because she had planned to get an abortion herself - and also, what Valor meant between Asumu and Kyrie and herself.

But at the same time, I feel like she'd be done to commit fraud to ruin the father of a kid who teased her daughter on the playground. Maybe because I have a broken sense of humor.

Rudolf is a selfish man, would be a selfish woman - but cares for their kids. They might not be willing to be their neck on the line for them, maybe, but also have the potential to go ballistic for them.

Jessica would be raised strictly - not as intense as 'the world will end' schooling like with George, but pretty damn close. As the next head of the family, one allowed to wear the one-winged-eagle, he has to be above and beyond reproach. Natsuhi is the strict one of his parents, more often than not dealing with the worst of Eva being Eva, but...both of them are prone to wanting to spoil him.

It took so long to conceive Jessica, for Krauss. So, so, so very long. Considering a woman's worth in the family amounted to the connections she could bring and her womb's ability to carry a child - preferably a son - it was...hard for her, especially with Eva.

Though, he did shut up for a bit after George was born.

Maria...there's a lot for Maria, and I don't actually I could analyze his upbringing and how it changes in a GB verse right now. A big aspect is Rosa's abuse and neglect, and I think a large bit of it would remain the same but....I want to read more Umineko, especially turn and banquet, to get a better grasp on it.

It's about 1:20 in the morning, and the way she's raised touches kind of close to home. Not in terms of physical abuse, or the fact that it's very very very heavily implied that Maria is neurodivergent - just some parts of it.

anyway, yeah, this is my rambling on how genderbending stuff would change a lot of things in umineko - not getting heavily into the cousin's upbringing and mental state because my laptop is about to die and I'm not well-rested enough fpr this, nor are my ideas quite as fleshed out.

Please don’t flame me if you don’t agree with this or don’t like it, but if anyone has ideas they’d like to add, I’m all ears.

#umineko no naku koro ni #umineko #umineko au ramblings #rule 63 #genderbend #their names would be different but I kept them the same here for my own sanity #seriously though #everyone needs therapy #fem! kinzo

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tabitha42 · 3 months ago

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The Wizard's Apprentice - Chapter 54

Saffron is just a lowly apprentice with barely a successful firebolt to her name. So what chance does she have with the arch mage she's slowly falling in love with?

Gale x Tav, slow burn, eventual smut

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Saff didn’t know when she’d fallen asleep, all she knew was she woke up in his arms.

“Welcome back,” he said softly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She opened her eyes and saw the stars above them, glistening amongst the auroras he’d made. They lay on the blanket still out in the clearing in the forest. As she looked at the sky she began to remember floating through the stars with Gale, resting in his arms as she gently drifted off to sleep.

“Gale…” she whispered, still slightly drowsy, looking over to him. He gave her a smile, a deep warmth in his soft brown eyes.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

She looked at him for a long moment, blinking away the tiredness.

“Gods, was that… did that actually just happen??” she asked with a laugh, almost unable to believe such a thing could be possible.

“Oh yes,” he said with a proud smile. “I hope you enjoyed it?”

“Enjoyed? I’m not sure words can even begin to describe it!” She said giddily as she leant into him, nuzzling into his chest. “It was… incredible. Mind blowing. I had no idea you were capable of anything like that.”

“Oh there’s so much I haven’t shown you yet,” he said with a confident smile, then kissed her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her. “I am very glad to hear it. I just apologise that it is not the sort of thing I can do every night.”

“Oh gods, don’t apologise for that,” she said, looking up at him. “I wouldn’t want it every night. It was amazing, but… so is this,” she said with a loving smile, nuzzling into his chest again. He smiled, glad for the reassurance, and gave her a small squeeze of appreciation.

“I’m glad. Still, I hope it was enough not just to woo you, but to wow you.”

She chuckled and leant up on his chest to look at him.

“Oh, I think you wowed me a long time ago,” she said, her tone playful but her words sincere.

“Is that so?” he asked, a curious smile on his lips as he brushed her fringe behind her ear. “I’m curious, how long ago? When were you first wowed?”

“Hmm…” she murmured, looking upwards as she considered the answer. “I’d say it was definitely somewhere between when I pulled you out of the portal and when you hit the ground.”

He barked a laugh.

“Really? Love at first sight, was it?” He asked, equal parts surprised and touched.

“Well, maybe not love I suppose, but… definitely something,” she said, casting her mind back. “You know, I spent that first evening wishing we’d only found enough supplies for one tent.”

His eyebrows shot up as an amused smile came to his lips.

“Gosh, if only I’d known,” he said with a laugh.

“Were you thinking the same?” she asked with an excited smirk.

“I… can’t deny certain thoughts may have crossed my mind…” he answered, to her amusement. “Though at the time I dismissed it as little more than physical attraction. I’d only just met you, after all, and, well… regretfully, at that point, my heart still belonged to another.”

She gave him a sympathetic nod.

“When did that change?” she asked curiously. He hummed slightly as he thought about it.

“Do you remember what you said to me the first time I needed an artefact?” he asked. She paused as she tried to remember, replaying the conversation in her mind.

“Um…” she murmured, remembering vaguely what had been said, but not remembering anything exact. He took her hand in his and placed a kiss on her fingers.

“You offered me the locket you’d been given for rescuing Arabella. At first I refused to take it, saying it was important to you. You said, ‘you’re more important to me’,” he spoke softly and gave her a loving smile. “No one has ever said anything so sincere to me.”

Her heart melted at the way he looked at her, and she nuzzled into him once again.

“It’s true,” she said, holding him tightly as she buried her face into his chest. “Nothing’s more important to me,” she whispered, trying to ignore the fear in the back of her mind that tomorrow the most important thing in her world might be taken away.

Morning came with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The group were eager to finally get some answers, though none of them quite knew what to expect. One thing they hadn’t expected was a surprise visit from Mizora as they crossed the bridge towards the towers… or at least, a visit from a projection of her.

She wasted no time in tasking Wyll with rescuing one of Zariel’s assets. The group didn’t even need to look at Karlach to know how angry she was about this, the waves of heat emanating from her were enough to tell them her feelings on the matter.

In the end though, it was Gale that stepped forward to respond to her commands.

“It seems to me this is not just an order for Wyll, but in fact an order for all of us,” he said, prompting a curious look from Mizora. “If this highly important asset was captured by the cult, then surely it stands to reason that Wyll, as strong as he is, would not be able to rescue this asset alone. So for him to have any chance at succeeding, he would require our help. Thus you are asking this of us as much as you are asking it of him.”

“Where are you going with this?” Mizora asked, just a hint of urgency creeping into her otherwise playful tone.

“If you’re asking something of us, then it’s only fair we should ask something of you.”

Saff felt a sudden pang of panic as she worried about exactly what Gale was going to ask of her. Mizora, on the other hand, started laughing.

“Oh, are you looking for a pact too? Not satisfied with your own magic?” She asked, a confident smile on her lips.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Gale said with a confident smirk of his own. “I ask that, in return for us helping rescue this asset, you release Wyll from his pact.”

A wave of surprise crossed the group, most of all from Mizora, who looked none too pleased with the unexpected bargain.

“Bold of you to make such demands,” she spat, her playful tone completely gone now.

“One must be bold to deal with devils, don’t you think?” Gale responded with a smirk. “So make your choice. You agree to these terms and we see to it that the asset is released, or you refuse, and Wyll surely falls trying to rescue this asset on his own.”

The air was tense as Mizora glared at Gale, deciding whether or not to call his bluff. Saff was sure if she refused, Gale would still help Wyll anyway… at least, she hoped he would…

“Fine,” Mizora relented eventually through gritted teeth. “You have your bargain. Now get to it.”

With that she disappeared once more and the group turned to Gale in surprise.

“I can hardly believe that worked…” Wyll gasped.

“All devils love a deal. If you’re going to do something for a devil, might as well get something out of it,” Gale said, clearly quite proud of himself for this.

“Thank you, my friend,” Wyll said gratefully, taking Gale’s hand in an enthusiastic handshake.

“Don’t celebrate too quickly,” Karlach warned. “I don’t like this. What if this asset is dangerous? Or worse, a runaway like me? You can’t bargain with devils. They never lose.”

“If Wyll doesn’t fulfil this command, he becomes a lemure on the front lines of the Blood War,” Gale reminded her. “We’ve been given little choice on the matter. I’d have thought you’d be jumping at the chance to get Wyll out of his contract, Karlach?”

“Of course I would jump at that chance,” she said sincerely, looking at Wyll for a moment, before looking back to Gale. “Wyll’s happiness is my happiness. But I know Mizora will not give him up easily. We need to be careful.”

“Very true,” Wyll agreed. “We must keep our wits about us, and be prepared for whatever awaits us…” he said, looking ahead of them towards Moonrise.

The group split and Saff stayed firmly at the back with Karlach to let Wyll and Gale talk their way in, while the others snuck off round the side to find another route. Luckily they were able to get in with little issue and soon found themselves in the entrance hall of Moonrise Towers. The once grand towers had fallen almost to ruin, with twisted trees forcing their way through the crumbling brickwork. Cobwebs covered ancient, broken furniture and the rotting remains of tapestries adorned the walls. The stink of death and decay hung heavy in the air. Beyond the rot and ruin around them, something deep in the walls, deep beneath their feet, left them with a profound, ominous dread that pooled in their stomachs…

Saff found that dread was only amplified when she heard the dream visitor’s voice in her head.

This is it. This is where we’ll find the Heart of the Absolute.

Her eyes met Gale’s, and silently they took each other’s hands.

It wasn’t long before the others caught up with them, having found an unguarded side entrance, and the group headed through to the audience chamber.

The name Ketheric Thorm had already been one that filled her with dread, and she now found herself rooted to the spot in fear as she watched him pull an axe out of his chest and walk over to the goblin that had thrown it at him.

“Try again,” he ordered after dropping the axe at the goblin’s feet. Once more she attacked, nearly taking his head off, and once more he pulled the axe out and dropped it aside.

Saff had to clap her hand to her mouth to stop herself from throwing up as she watched him crush the goblin’s skull in with his own hands, pounding and pummelling until there was nothing left of her. Saff might not have been able to stop herself objecting had she not been terrified into silence.

She was infinitely relieved she wasn’t at the front of the group when they were tasked with dealing with the goblins after Ketheric departed. Instead it had been Lae’zel, and she’d wasted no time in talking out the goblins herself. The fight had been so quick Saff had barely even registered it had started by the time it was over.

The others split up to either head upstairs to speak to Z’rell or explore what they could of the towers, but Saff followed neither group as she ran outside onto the walkway that overlooked the river. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to get the stink of blood out of her mind.

She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Gale looking at her in concern as he came out to meet her.

“Are you ok?” he asked softly, putting his hand on her shoulder as he stood next to her.

She leant into him, taking in his scent, his warmth, trying to calm her racing heart.

“Yes,” she said eventually, nodding as she stood up straight again. “That was just… a lot. Gods, Jaheira was right, he really is immortal. How the hells do we kill him??”

“The others are trying to find some clue as to what grants his immortality as we speak. Once we know what it is, we can figure out how to disable it,” he said, leaning forward on the stone fence and looking out over the water. Saff joined him, leaning on the fence as she rested her head on his shoulder. They both stayed quiet for a long moment as they looked out over the dark waters.

“This place… there’s something wrong with it, I swear…” she said, feeling that dread rearing in her stomach again.

“I feel it too. A deep sense of foreboding, almost emanating from the walls.”

She hummed softly in agreement, her fingers brushing against his.

“Or maybe that’s just our own foreboding…” she murmured, thinking of the decision she knew he’d have to make soon. Gently, his fingers began to intertwine with hers.

“Well, no sign of the Heart of the Absolute so far. I may yet live another day,” he joked with a small chuckle.

“Do you even know what the Heart of the Absolute is?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Not a clue I’m afraid.”

“Wonderful. Mystra couldn’t even be bothered to tell you what to look for before blowing yourself up,” she said disdainfully. “Not only do you have to kill yourself, the journey there has to be a struggle too. For someone who thinks the Absolute is such a dire threat, she’s not putting much effort into helping you stop it.”

She let out an angry sigh and shook her head.

“Maybe Tara’s right, we should take up crossbows so we don’t have to have anything to do with Mystra.”

Gale looked over at her, expecting to see the slight smile of a joke on her lips, but was surprised to see her looking totally serious.

“Would you actually want to do that?” He asked in surprise. “Would you seriously give up magic because of all this?”

She looked downwards, fiddling with her fingers.

“I don’t know…” she admitted. “I… I spoke to Malitas about this the other day. He said I shouldn’t give up magic because of this, that using magic doesn’t reflect on me just because of Mystra’s actions. I guess I get that, but… it still doesn’t feel right to call myself a wizard knowing how she treats her most dedicated followers.”

“He’s right,” Gale said, catching her eye as she looked up at him. “You love magic, don’t give up on it because of this. If you don’t wish to follow Mystra there are other gods you can turn to, say… Azuth or Savras. Or perhaps Sylvanus, if you wish to focus more on the druidic side of your abilities. But you need not give up magic entirely.”

She considered his words for a long moment, glancing out to the water once more.

“And what about you?” She asked eventually, turning back to him. “Do you still consider yourself a follower of Mystra?”

“No… though I’ve yet to decide on another god to worship, if indeed I worship one at all,” he answered.

“If that’s true, then… why do you still wear this?” She asked, raising a hand and gently brushing her fingers over the earring that hung from his ear.

“Ah, that,” he said, reaching up and unhooking it from his ear. He held it in his palm as he looked down at it, gently running his thumb over it.

“My mother gave it to me on the day I graduated,” he said softly, lost in thought. “A symbol of everything I’d worked for, everything I’d accomplished. A symbol of her belief in me, through everything. The eight-sided star may represent Mystra, but this earring represents so much more to me than her. Mystra has taken much from me… but I will not let her take from me what I have accomplished through my own hard work and dedication.”

He turned to her, giving her a serious look.

“And neither should you,” he said, meeting her eyes.

She smiled softly, grateful for the reassurance.

“I won’t,” she promised him.

The moment was shattered by a sudden clap of thunder from behind them, followed by shouts and running footsteps.

They both turned to the direction of the noise and saw the rest of their companions running out of Moonrise and across the bridge while guards chased after them. A mage threw another bolt of lightning at the group, nearly sending Astarion flying off the bridge and into the water below.

Saff panicked and went to run after them, but Gale just sighed.

“I guess their search didn’t go very well…” he muttered, shaking his head. They watched as the group disappeared into the town beyond the bridge, where the guards eventually gave up their pursuit. “I suppose we’d better go find them.”

After some time spent searching the town, they eventually found the others patching up their wounds in one of the many abandoned buildings.

“The search didn’t go to plan, then?” Gale asked as he and Saff walked up to the group.

“You could say that,” Shadowheart answered, narrowing her eyes at Astarion.

“I wasn’t expecting scrying eyes!” He snapped defensively.

“Well thanks to you, we now can’t get back in,” she said, folding her arms.

“Well that’s fine. We got what we wanted, we don’t need to go back,” he said dismissively.

“Yes we do!” Saff objected. “We still need to get the tieflings out!”

“And my father and Zariel’s asset,” Wyll added, also clearly not too pleased by this turn of events.

Astarion rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation.

“Why does everyone around us always need rescuing?” He moaned.

“Slow down,” Gale interrupted, holding his hands up to stop them. “You said we got what we needed. What did you discover?”

Lae’zel was the one to answer him.

“We were sent to find one named Balthazar and help him. We believe he may hold the answer to Ketheric’s immortality.” “Except now they’ll probably be sending someone else, since they know we’re enemies,” Shadowheart pointed out. “So we’ll need to beat them there.”

“We also discovered Balthazar isn’t infected,” Wyll added. “There were notes in his study detailing his research into the tadpoles, so we can’t just use our parasites to convince him we’re on his side.”

“Which means,” Astarion started, looking at Saff with a grin, “we’re going to need to finally get round to those lying lessons we keep talking about, darling.”

Saff gulped nervously.

“What about the prisoners?” She asked, trying to change the subject. “We can’t just leave them.”

“Well if you want to rescue them, that’s down to you and Gale now, none of us are getting back in there,” Astarion said with a shrug.

She felt a deep sinking feeling, knowing there was no way she and Gale could do that on their own.

The group eventually decided to head back to Last Light to plan their next steps, and it was while walking through the darkness of the forest that they heard fighting in the distance. They ran to investigate and found a lone figure cornered by shadows.

“Is that… Rolan?” Saff wondered aloud as the group grew closer. Last time they’d seen him he was drowning his sorrows in Last Light, brushing off anyone who tried to talk to him.

They made quick work of the shadows and she ran towards him to express her relief that he was ok, only to be stopped in her tracks when he suddenly snapped at her.

“Gods damn it all!! I can do nothing right, not a damn thing!” He shouted, throwing his arms up in frustration. “I was trying to find Cal and Lia, and instead I find myself cornered by shadow-fiends and in need of rescue. From you, of all bloody people,” he spat, gesturing angrily at her.

She looked at him in shock, and he could clearly see the hurt in her eyes. He shifted awkwardly, still too angry to apologise, but clearly feeling bad about his outburst.

“I’ll return to Last Light. I know when I’m outmatched,” he muttered, starting to walk past them all.

“We’re heading back too,” Saff said quickly, trying not to be too hurt by his words. “We’ll go with you.”

“Wonderful,” he spat sarcastically, folding his arms as he walked off.

He tried to seclude himself from the group as they headed back, staying close enough to be safe with them, but far enough away to make it clear he didn’t want to talk to them. Saff barely took her eyes off him as they made their way through the forest, and when they stopped for a rest, she eventually decided she had to try to speak to him.

“Hey, Rolan,” she said softly, walking over to sit next to him where he sat at the edges of their torches’ light.

“What?” He spat, not turning to look at her. She tried to ignore the hurt she felt at his demeanour towards her and continue on.

“Cal and Lia will be ok, we’re gonna find them,” she promised him, hoping that would make him feel better, but it soon became apparent that wasn’t the case.

“Of course you will, because you’re the hero,” he said with dramatic sarcasm, glaring at her for a brief moment before turning away again.

She had to bite back tears that pricked her eyes. She hadn’t spent a huge amount of time with Rolan, but she considered him a friend after they’d spent a while chatting at the party, and it hurt now to hear him talk about her like this.

“What… what do you… mean…?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“You know exactly what I mean. The great hero who saved us from the goblins, who will now save us from the Absolute. You’re an apprentice, same as me, but you’re a hero and I’m useless. What good am I if I can’t even do this one thing… but it doesn’t matter, because you can do everything.”

She stared at him in surprise, suddenly realising why he was acting this way.

“Rolan… that’s not true. You’re not useless. You got this far on your own, through the shadows. I couldn’t have done that.”

“Oh please, don’t lie to me to make me feel better. Of course you could have done,” he scoffed.

“I’m not lying!” She insisted, with enough force that he finally turned to look at her. “I’m not this great hero you think I am. The only reason I’ve survived this long is them,” she said, nodding back towards the others. “I’d be dead a hundred times over if they hadn’t helped me. When this all started I couldn’t fight at all, Gale had to give me lessons. He’s still giving me lessons. The first fight we got into, I froze up and had a breakdown! If Gale hadn’t been there to help me, the goblins would have ripped me apart. I’ve learnt a lot since all this started, but gods I still couldn’t do all this on my own. I don’t think anyone could, even any of them.”

She leaned forward, catching his gaze with a sincere look, seeing the emotions in his eyes as her words sunk in.

“So don’t feel bad because you couldn’t do it on your own. Don’t put that sort of pressure on yourself. We all got this far because we worked together. And we’re gonna need to work together to break out Cal, Lia and the others. In fact…” she glanced briefly at the rest of the group, then looked back to Rolan, “they all managed to get found out as not actually being True Souls. Gale and I are the only ones who can still get in. So if we’re going to break out the prisoners… we’re going to need some help.”

He looked at her in surprise for a moment as he realised what she was getting at.

“You’re asking for my help?”

“If you think you can talk your way in as an Absolutist.”

A grin spread across his face.

“Oh, if I can convince Lorroakan to take me on as his apprentice, I can convince them I follow the Absolute,” he said confidently. Saff happily mirrored his grin.

“Then it’s decided,” she said, holding her hand out. He obliged and shook her hand.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “And I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” she said softly, before pulling him into a hug. He hugged her back gratefully, though looked at her seriously as they parted.

“So that’s three of us, but it’s still risky,” he warned, and she nodded in agreement.

“We’ll ask Halsin. He was hesitant to come to Moonrise, but if he’s the only hope we’ve got, I’m sure he’ll do it.”

Back at camp they found Halsin discussing the curse with Malitas and Saff wasted no time in explaining the plan to him. However, he was still hesitant.

“I will come if you need me to, but I should warn you, I was not an unknown foot soldier when I fought here a hundred years ago. There may be people there that will recognise me.”

Saff paused as she considered their options, wondering if it was worth the risk of him being recognised in order to have him there should they get into a fight.

“How many prisoners are there?” Malitas asked, and Saff began to count on her fingers as she listed them.

“Cal, Lia, Mol, Danis, Lakrissa, Wyll’s father, Wulbren, probably some other Ironhand gnomes,” she answered, and he nodded.

“If I can get to them, I can teleport them out.”

She looked at him in surprise.

“You’re offering to come?” She asked, and a smile came to his lips.

“I’ve spent long enough buried in research. It’s about time I fought by your side, if you’ll have me?”

She grinned widely and nodded.

“Of course!”

She filled in the rest of the group of their plan over lunch, to mixed reactions.

“We need to find this mausoleum Balthazar is in as quickly as possible,” Shadowheart objected. “They’ll have sent someone else to find him, we need to beat them to him.”

“Then you look for that while we do this,” Saff retorted. “We can’t just leave the prisoners there. We’ll be back before evening.”

Lae’zel scoffed and shook her head.

“You’d better not end up needing us to break you out,” she warned.

“We won’t. Malitas can teleport us out if it comes to that,” Saff said, glancing over to Malitas, who nodded in confirmation.

“And if they kill you?” Lae’zel challenged, looking over at him.

“They can try,” he said with a confident smirk. Lae’zel actually seemed to respect that enough to drop her objections. Astarion just sighed as he looked at them.

“Four wizards trying to sneak behind enemy lines to stealthily break out some prisoners?” He said with a roll of his eyes. “What could possibly go wrong?”

#gale #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav

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alotofadhd · 2 years ago

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Big ramble about Fabiniku…

Okay so this LONG ass post is gonna focus on my interpretations of fabiniku aka “life with an ordinary guy who got reincarnated as a fantasy knockout” buckle up I got a lot of thoughts and I’m trying to get it all out in one(ish) post and I don’t think the thoughts all make sense:

I also feel like I’m saying the same thing 5x before I get to the point so apologies in advance….

Tachibana is the reason that Jinguuji has the power that he has. Tachibana loves Jinguuji and currently I am not talking about Love in the romantic sense. You can love family and friends just as deeply as a romantic partner. And this love is why the goddess was drawn to him and this love is why Jinguuji is so dang strong day one. But I also believe we can pinpoint exactly where the turn from platonic to romantic happened and what that means for jinguuji’s strength.

This also plays into my theories on tachibana’s lack of strength.

At the start of the whole story the curse makes both protagonists “see” each other but it’s way easier for Tachibana to get past and ignore it seemingly than Jinguuji. It is theorised by many that that’s because Jinguuji has loved tachibana the whole time pre-isekai and is too repressed to understand any of it. Tachibana being a pretty girl and the two of them being cursed to actually “see” each other just punches him in the face with his OWN feelings. on the other hand Tachibana is just like “okay I’m totally into my friend now and I’ll be keeping that nightmare to myself(ish)”. We don’t see Tachibana struggling a much as Jinguuji does. (Tho they do struggle)

But then the robot fight happens and Jinguuji praised the shit out of his best friend and Tachibana can barely take the embarrassment of it all which causes Jinguuji to fully and genuinely laugh in front of Tachibana for probably the first time EVER. That whole moment put Jinguuji to Tachibana’s heart in a way he previously wasn’t. This is when we see Tachibana get charmed for first time too.

After this In the Manga, when the two encounter the elf on the ship Jinguuji strikes a major hit against her new weapon that mimics what heart beam would look like later in the arc. I believe this is because Tachibana’s feelings for him have grown and he is now capable of even more than before.

Then the single time we have seen the two be emotionally vulnerable with each other (in terms of their feelings for one another) it has resulted in a power boost for Jinguuji and him using heart beam. Tachibana refused to let jinguuji get away with his bullshit and made him call them cute! This moment tho was all spurred on by Tachibana. The blessing was given by Tachibana. Tachibana is the source of it all.

So long story short: Tachibana’s love makes Jinguuji strong.

But then the question is if Tachibana’s platonic love alone was enough to make jinguugi strong why isn’t the reverse true? Jinguuji clearly cares for Tachibana more than anything just because he refuses to call it love doesn’t change that the feelings are there? Well…

Tachibana, being the Hero, is the source of Jinguuji’s power, as the weapon, and I doubt the weapon can affect the hero directly. This is why I don’t think jinguuji’s love for tachibana wether named or not matters in the magic sense of it all.(tho it definitely matters over all)

I think Tachibana’s love is the source of Tachibana’s power and the one thing we truly haven’t seen is Tachibana Loving themselves. They didn’t love themselves before being isekai’d and they don’t now. And being put in a strange body with what look like only hinderances attached to it doesn’t help. The one time we’ve seen strength/skill come from Tachibana was again when they were being emotionally vulnerable and demanding the acknowledgment they felt they deserved.

1. They had a handle on a robot they should have had no idea how to use. Also they were good strategic attacks

2. Over powered Jinguuji for the forehead kissy.

I don’t think Tachibana is going to grow in skill and strength till they’re able to truly accept and love themselves.

And I think that Jinguuji is as much a part of the problem as he is the solution.

Well intentioned or not, Jinguugi does not accept Tachibana as they currently are and hasn’t made it a secret AT ALL. Even if Tachibana was in agreement the whole time after a while the constant reminders that “you are wrong” would get to anyone.

It’s a weird way to put it but I think they have a co-dependent relationship and time a part would strengthen there relationship and by extension Tachibana’s power maybe? Like self love plays into any relationship and I feel like the two of these idiots are growing more unhealthy in the relationship by the day… idk

I think Jinguuji is going to have to at minimum accept his friend where they’re at and commit to taking the journey with them and emotionally support them thru this genuinely tough time. But I also know Jinguuji is an idiot and won’t do this…

I’m cutting my self off if y’all want more ask…

FINAL NOTES: Jinguuji during the robot fight didn’t regain strength unti AFTER he acknowledged he was jealous of Tachibana’s attention and when he agreed to start praising Tachibana. Idk if that mean that Jinguuji’s had to comply with tachibana to keep his strength or if it is more of a reflection that their relationship needs to be strong in order for him to be strong… I feel like I am still close with my above interpretation but also I think I have thought myself into a hole… save me I’m stuck down here…

#fabiniku #life with an ordinary guy who reincarnated into a total fantasy knockout #long post #ramblings #a lot a lot #interpretation

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serafiel-jacobs · 11 months ago

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Confrontation (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

Haneul knew it was dangerous to break into a police station, however, he needed to do this, there is only one true way for him to prove to his sister who he truly is.

The cryptic vessel he left behind for her.

He read how no one had been able to decipher his message, it made sense, it’s already hard to crack, not to mention how most deciphering devices used are only cheap copies of the real ones.

Making his way into the evidence room, he found what he was looking for, this is it, leave now, go find her, and explain. However, seeing the message, seeing how he could only pray to God at that time to save her from any more harm, how he thought he failed her.

It enraged him, how dare Parrot try to end his life? After everything he did for that bastard? He stole the important antiques to sell them, but that wasn’t enough that man stole his identity, he would have ruined his reputation if the truth hadn’t been found out.

Haneul looks at his missing arm, how he refused to die, it’s a miracle he wasn’t killed by the infection he had while recovering. After that entire fiasco, it took him so long to feel at least decent, yet when he found out his sister was alive, it gave him strength.

Parrot is still being detained at the station detention center, his trial has ended and tomorrow he is going to be sent to prison, it’s now or never to talk to him.

Despite his better judgment he decided to sneak into the cells, odd, it’s almost empty, despite the fact that Krat has been having more issues lately, it’s not as if arrests haven’t been made for petty crimes, did they all get sent to prison already? Currently, there is only Parrot and a prisoner who is asleep, snoring loudly.

“I can’t believe this is what I get, I don’t deserve this” Parrot was talking to himself in his cell.

That only made Haneul more enraged, he got closer to the cell, now standing in front of him.

“What do you want?” Parrot was irritated, “Not another damn reporter, seriously even at this time of night you leeches won’t leave me alone?!”

Parrot was without his mask, although Haneul will at least do him the service of not saying his real name, he at least holds that small honor of the stalker code for the man he hates.

“I want to know why” Haneul’s voice was filled with rage.

Parrot’s face became pale, “No, I’m going crazy, this isn’t real, I’m hallucinating him”

“It’s me Parrot” Haneul took off his mask for a moment before putting it back, they knew each other for years and did share their identities at one point “Maybe the next time you try to kill someone, you should verify they actually died”

“But that can’t be!” Parrot looked panicked, “That monster, it grabbed you and-”

“Answer me” Haneul interrupted him.

“What do you mean why?!” Now Parrot was furious too, “You and your damn white knighting”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Haneul was baffled.

“I’m sorry but keeping all those damn antiques didn’t pay the damn bills you know that?!” Parrots shouted, he didn't seem worried about the other prisoner waking up, he knew they wouldn’t wake up, having been subjected to that awful snoring for the past few days.

“You could have literally done so much more before doing that” Haneul wasn’t having any of it, “At the very least you could have talked to me”

“Oh don’t give me that bullshit” Parrot crossed his arms, “What else was I supposed to do? I doubt you would have given me a raise”

“I would have!” Haneul was starting to get emotional, “We were partners for years, I would have found a way to help you pay your bills”

“Sure, Mr. Perfect has a solution for everything doesn’t he?” Parrot sarcastically replied, “You were struggling as well, the economy was going to hell with that damn disease”

Before Haneul could speak up again, Parrot interrupted him.

“Those were only antiques, what were you going to even use them for? They were there accumulating dust”

Haneul took a deep breath, “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t think you ever saw the true value, only the monetary value”

“All I saw, is that Geppetto’s puppet made me a rich man for some time” Parrot laughed, “That handsome idiot, Geppetto made his puppet a good fighter but he certainly didn’t make him smart”

Parrot remembers when he told that stupid puppet the truth, he was furious, grabbing his weapon, for a moment he was scared, only for a moment, remembering that the puppet couldn’t truly hurt him. So he shrugged it off, although he didn’t see the boy after that.

What Parrot doesn’t know is that Pinocchio could have murdered him, the poor boy was just tired of killing, more so after his battle with the Black Rabbit Brotherhood, and for him to kill somebody that wasn’t even attacking him… After that, Hugo the explorer was the one who started selling rare treasures to Pinocchio since he didn’t go back to see Parrot.

In his mind, Parrot was having a great time, his pockets were full, and the alchemists had promised him a way out.

Maybe he is the stupid one for believing the alchemists.

At first, he didn’t panic, Krat was back to normal, so he still pretended to be Alidoro, he even found himself a nice place. Then he was discovered, the simple truth of him not missing a finger, everyone was enraged, he hid for months and months, he saved money instead of wasting it to escape from Krat, but was caught as soon as he got to the station.

“Perhaps that I could have forgiven” Haneul took another step closer, too close to the cell, “But why take my identity?”

“Because-”

“Because you were Parrot? Because of some ridiculous form of imitation?” Haneul was done with him.

“No one knew what you did, yet it wasn’t enough for you” His previous partner could have gotten away with it had he not stolen his identity.

Haneul had murder in his eyes, “Then all the lives you harmed, the people inside Hotel Krat, my….”

He has to control himself, he can’t let his anger consume him.

“I trusted you, we used to be friends” Haneul took a few steps back, “Hopefully, no one else has the displeasure of being a fool like I was”

Haneul turned to leave but Parrot started shouting.

“Please Alidoro!” Parrot knows not to use his real name, which would enrage him more, Parrot had his hands on the cell bars, shaking them in despair “Please you don’t understand they gave me the death penalty!”

Haneul kept up with the trial so he knows about that.

“I don’t deserve to die” Parrot was begging him, “Maybe I deserve to be imprisoned but not to die!”

“They didn’t give you the death penalty just because of what you did to me” Haneul turned around to face him again, “They did it for all the horrible things you did, for working with the alchemists”

“That’s not fair!” Parrot was getting desperate, “I wasn’t the only one that worked for them, the Black Rabbit Brotherhood and those siblings, they-”

“What siblings?” Haneul was intrigued, he didn’t know about that.

“They, I-” The truth is, Parrot bolted as soon as he compromised Hotel Krat’s security, but he does know the Black Rabbit Brotherhood wasn’t alone, he only knows they were siblings because he overheard the female stalker saying the word brother to her partner, “Look I don’t know who they were, all I know is that they helped raid the Hotel, you seem interested in those that were at Hotel Krat, maybe if I-”

“I’ve heard enough” Haneul turned around again, “I hope you rot in hell”

As Haneul left, he could hear Parrot begging him to come back, to forgive him. Then at the end cursing him, he hid behind a corner as he saw a guard approaching the cells.

Haneul left and took a deep breath, did those stalkers harm his sister in any way? He needs to get to the bottom of that, are they still around or are they dead?

For now, he needs to reveal the message to her. Then he can make his plans, although the more he thinks about it, the more he simply wants to leave with her, back to their homeland.

Tomorrow he will reveal the truth, no more cowering out of the situation, he needs to face her, to finally talk to her as siblings. To tell her how much he loves her.

——

“I’m surprised you didn’t know how to braid your hair,” Eugéne said to Pinocchio.

She was braiding his hair carefully, today Pinocchio was wearing his cute pink dress so it seemed fitting. A lot of people thought he was a girl while on his way here; he also got one strange comment.

“Eugéne” Pinocchio was curious he had never heard that word before, and it didn’t seem like an insult, “What’s a twink?”

She covered his mouth to prevent herself from laughing, “Oh um, well…”

Should she tell him? She doesn’t think Geppetto would be happy about that, she is sure the man must have heard at least once someone call Carlo a twink, so he most likely knows what the word means.

“Is it a bad thing?” Pinocchio could tell she was nervous.

“Uhhh…” Depending on what was said to him, although probably it was flirting, “You see…”

“Never mind,” Pinocchio said, he shouldn’t think so much about it, he got a lot of different comments while outside and it’s not as if he should let him affect him.

Eugéne breathed in a sigh of relief as she continued to make his hair, showing him how to do it himself next time and putting the pink bow at the end of the braid.

They were having a great time, unfortunately, Pinocchio had to bring up the subject.

“Have you gotten any calls from him?” Pinocchio had explained to her, as well as his mother what had been going on with Arlecchino.

“No” Eugéne then looked at one of her weapons, “Just in case, I’ve been practicing more and more, I’ve been carrying a weapon with me at all times as well”

Pinocchio was relieved she wasn’t in danger, but he still felt uneasy.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll catch him like you did last time”

“I…” Pinocchio paused for a moment, “I’m worried about my uncle Venigni”

Pinocchio can tell he feels more on edge and hasn’t been acting like his usual self, it must be so hard to pretend he is okay in front of others.

Venigni had to disconnect his phone line because he was having a panic attack each time the phone rang. Arlecchino didn’t stop there, no he did something similar to what he made Pinocchio see, the next two dead bodies found were sown together to resemble Venigni’s parents. Worse is that people noticed that, so the media was talking intensely about it, now everyone in Krat knew his taunting message, Venigni keeps getting questions about whether he knows why the killer did it, not being able to reveal the truth makes it even worse.

“I don’t know how to help him” Pinocchio looked at the floor, “I tried what I usually do to cheer up my father, but it doesn’t work”

“Pinocchio…” Eugéne was trying to find a way to explain it to him, “Anything you do for your father, no matter how simple it is, it’s going to cheer him up because you are his son”

Pinocchio turned to look at Eugéne again, so she continued.

“However even if Mr. Venigni is family, it’s a different type of bond” Eugéne gave out a sigh, “Not to mention how his trauma and your father’s trauma are different”

Pinocchio nodded, he understood what she was saying.

“Do you have trauma Eugéne?” Pinocchio asked.

“Everyone has traumas” Eugéne explained, “Some might be more intense than others”

Watching your parents die or your son die while being completely powerless is pretty intense.

For Pinocchio obviously having to kill even if it is self-defense it’s something extremely traumatic, not to mention all the other dangers he faced.

Lady Antonia almost died from the petrification disease, she can’t imagine what it must have felt like, to have your body slowly start turning stiff as stone.

As for her, she can barely remember her family so maybe it didn't affect her as much, being an orphan was a little tough as she had to deal with some bullying but she managed to overcome it in her eyes. What affected her the most was almost dying in that tower, buried in that rubble before the real Alidoro saved her. It’s… such a shame what happened to him.

“But that doesn’t mean that someone has it better because they faced something less… I guess less intense?” Now she was having a little trouble explaining, “At least I can tell you that pain isn’t a competition, everyone deals with their own demons differently”

“Demons?” Pinocchio didn’t seem to get it, “Wait does that mean-”

“No no no, not literally!” Eugéne has to reassure him his traumas don’t turn into actual demons, she forgets how he doesn’t tend to get sayings like that, “Metaphorical demons, because you know, the past can haunt you”

Pinocchio looked at the time, his father and uncle were about to get off from work and he insisted on being there, he didn’t want them to go back home alone. He is also accompanying them to work as well.

“We should get going” Pinocchio didn’t want to leave her but they could hang out later.

“You are so kind Pinocchio” Eugéne smiled, “To care about your family like that”

“You are family too” Pinocchio also smiled, “I will protect you too!”

Eugéne was glad to know she wasn’t truly alone, not like she was before.

“Gemini let’s go” Pinocchio turned to look at him but couldn’t see the cricket anywhere, “Gemini?”

“I’m up here”

Both turned to look at one of the display weapons on one of the stands, the one closest to the ceiling.

“I’m perfecting my jumping” Gemini proceeded to jump from stand to stand, then landing on Pinocchio’s head, “In case my tiny help is needed, although I’ll always be your guide buddy”

“Aw Gemini you are a little hero now too” Eugéne found it so cute, “The two of you should take care”

—-

Pinocchio was waiting for both of them outside the factory, most workers had already left, it was odd how it was taking them so long.

“Come on beautiful, it's not safe for a girl to stay out this late” A man who came out of the place had been standing next to Pinocchio for a while, he was trying to ignore him.

“Leave me alone” Pinocchio had had enough.

“You sure you don’t need anyone to walk you-”

“Ahem” Geppetto was now standing behind the man, “You better leave right now before I fire you”

It was then that the man realized he was talking to Pinocchio, although he didn’t seem to mind that he wasn’t actually talking to a girl or a human, more than anything he was afraid of Geppetto and turned around running.

Geppetto started going into overprotective mode, asking if the man had said anything else to him, if he had tried to get too close to him, if-

“Father I’m fine” Pinocchio asserted, “I’m here to protect you both, not the other way around”

Pinocchio grabbed his weapon, Puppet Ripper, “If he comes close I’ll deal with him”

Venigni had a faint smile, “That dress with that huge weapon, it’s a little amusing”

They had been taking their time talking about plans for future projects for the development of Krat’s transportation system. Sometimes planning is harder than the building process.

Just after talking a few steps outside the factory, they heard it, a phone ringing, Venigni stopped moving, paralyzed with fear. Pinocchio looked at the public phone, the same phone where he got his first call.

His father stayed by Venigni’s side, while he went and picked up the phone.

There was an awkward pause for a few moments, Pinocchio starting to wonder if maybe it was just a random caller.

“So, finally not going to interrupt me this time?” Arlechino laughed, “Why that just makes me smile”

Pinocchio stayed quiet, just like he stayed quiet when dealing with his first riddle, before it was because the event was confusing to him and because he could barely talk back then. Now it’s because he isn’t going to let him try and make him angry like the last few times.

“Oh dear, I hope I didn’t upset the beautiful girl” Obviously he knows where they are, therefore he knows what Pinocchio is wearing, “Why dressed like that no wonder you make everyone’s hearts twirl”

Since Pinocchio stays quiet he continues.

“The son of Geppetto looking so pretty like that, Unfortunately, an outfit like falls flat; When you can’t enjoy dressing so nicely, In a place where danger is always on time precisely,

So I might have a little surprise waiting in the Mallum District, A secret place that’s restricted; But first, let’s talk about honestly, Have you been a good boy? Yes? No? Probably?; Hopefully, you aren’t lying, Or that might lead to others lying”

A few minutes in silence passed, Pinocchio turned to look at his father and Venigni. His uncle looked pale, he was shaking, is Arlecchino taking longer to speak this time on purpose?

“So for today’s riddle a simple question, Will you be able to understand this suggestion?; If you’ve got me, you want to share me; if you share me, you haven’t kept me. What am I?”

This was a little tricker than the last one, although not that complicated.

“A secret” Pinocchio finally spoke up from the other line.

“You are cheating right?” Arlecchino started to rant about Pinocchio’s supposed cheating for an entire minute.

“Whatever” Arlecchino knew it was time to give out the clue, “At the Mallum District, you will see the usual sign, hurry up, since this surprise won’t last”

As the line cut, Pinocchio let out a groan of frustration, no choice but to go and investigate now.

Venigni tried to speak up, however, he couldn’t find his voice, each time he spoke he couldn’t finish the sentence, looking like would break down crying at any moment.

“Venigni you should go home” Geppetto grabbed the man’s shoulders, “Don’t force yourself to deal with this”

“But-” Venigni tried to talk again, but it wasn’t working as he began to hyperventilate.

It’s a good thing Geppetto had grabbed Venigni, as the man almost lost his balance.

They decided to take Venigni home, Pulcinella was waiting for him. Despite Pulcinella’s usual voice, you could tell he was holding a deep sadness, he thanked Geppetto and Pinocchio for helping his dear Master Venigni and said he could handle this from now on.

Pulcinella wished he would never have to see his beloved family like this again when he first found out about Arlecchino’s death. Now Venigni is experiencing that pain again, it keeps becoming worse, and he is starting to have several nightmares like when he was a child.

He knows what to do to confront him, yet he knows that this won’t fix anything until Arlecchino is truly dealt with, that puppet won’t stop. It seems as if he is even more determined to torment him than before.

Venigni tries going to bed, but ends up breaking down, sobbing because he can’t do this, he can’t handle this anymore.

Pulcinella stays by his side, as he always has. No matter what happens, no matter how hard things become, he will always be there for him.

They are family, he is willing to do anything for his master Venigni, he wasn’t afraid of Fuecco when the puppet attacked him at the factory, almost destroying him, he wasn’t afraid because he did it for his safety.

Sadly he cannot constantly be by his side, because Venigni is starting to get too overwhelmed, Pulcinella has taken over most of his work duties. Venigni only doing his factory duties, other have insulted this decision, they feel as if they should talk to the man himself, not his “ridiculous butler puppet”

Pulcinella takes those insults, Venigni’s well-being comes first, and it doesn’t matter how others shout at him or demand to see Venigni. Even if the workload is starting to become more than he bargained for.

There is nothing he wouldn’t do for him.

——-

Pinocchio and Geppetto were at the Mallum District because neither wanted to leave the other alone in a situation like this. At least being in a dress came in handy, a lot of people from the Mallum District can recognize Pinocchio since they saw him get rid of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood; with the dress, it’s very unlikely someone will notice who he is.

It didn’t take them long to find the place they were looking for, an abandoned house in the slums, it didn’t look like the rundown empty shacks that were around this small area, it looked like a normal house, only in a bad shape.

The door wasn’t even locked.

Pinocchio could tell that for a moment his father almost didn’t want him to go inside, but he took a deep breath and told him to stay safe.

Entering the home, he looked around, nothing out of the ordinary, although it seemed that in the past some homeless people had lived inside there, he could see some old dirty mattresses and empty food cans, as he was investigating the living room, he stepped on a carpet.

Or rather, he stepped on a trap, the carpet was covering a hole in the floor and Pinocchio fell straight into a basement. A loud thud was heard with his body colliding with the floor and suddenly lights shone across the floor. Pinocchio stood up and tried to take a few steps back before Gemini stopped him.

“No Pinocchio stay in place!”

Sure enough, a second later, the floor tile around him became electrified, volts of electricity coming out of the altered mechanism. Before stopping, the light of the electricity fades and engulfs the place in darkness.

He turned on Gemini’s lamp, the dark basement now dimly lit, he could hear something else inside of the place, some strange faded groaning. He looked around, staying in the same tile, trying to find whatever was making the noise.

In the darkness he could see a figure crawling in the walls, moving slowly.

Then the electricity sparked again, revealing that several floor tiles were a certain death with that high of a voltage, finally, Pinocchio was able to see what was in the wall, some strange human-like spider creature, it had two sets of extra arms and legs, its mouth was sealed shut, its eyes were missing, dripping a strange black ooze from them.

The creature had noticed Pinocchio, launching itself at him, Pinocchio barely managed to dodge and jump into another safe tile. The creature stayed glued to the wall each time the traps would activate.

Pinocchio was playing defensively, trying his hardest to find a plan of action, Gemini warning him each time the floor traps would activate.

That’s when Pinocchio had an idea, the creature was blind, it could only hear him, so he stayed very still, not making a sound and even held his breath for a moment, waiting for the perfect opportunity, he grabbed from his bag a sawtoothed wheel, and threw it into the floor.

The creature fell for his trap and when it jumped onto the floor, it was electrocuted, its muffled screams sounding agonizing until it became too much, the creature exploding into a dozen pieces, completely covering Pinocchio with the black ooze from head to toe.

Pinocchio wiped the liquid out of his face, he clenched his fist in anger, there was no way out of this basement, however, he is smart, he used his Legion Arm puppet string and launched into the roof, using it as a grappling hook to get back up.

There was nothing, no clue, no hint, no semblance of new information. Only a graffiti on the walls with the words, “The Floor is lava” with a dumb smiley face.

Pinocchio went outside to greet his father, who almost hugged him before he came out until he realized how dirty he was.

“So that was just a trap, a dead end and we have nothing else” Gemini was frustrated, but they should have known better than to think Arlecchino would always give them clues.

“What are we even supposed to do now?“ Pinocchio was even more frustrated, he felt stupid for falling into his dumb game.

“First you are going to go home and take a bath,” Geppetto said, his son is completely filthy with that strange liquid and he can’t go walking around like that.

For once Pinocchio didn’t argue with his father about the clothes, he wanted to clean himself as soon as possible, his hair was all sticky now, hopefully, his dress won't get ruined and can be saved by a good cleaning, since Antonia picked it for him, that will be the most likely case.

“We should leave now before we gain the attention of others” Geppetto knew that it was their time to leave behind this mess that only got them into more trouble.

Pinocchio couldn’t wait to go home, take a bath, and go to bed. All of this ended up being a waste of time.

As they were both departing, Geppetto started to think out loud.

“Should we get the help of a detective? Perhaps a stalker? Arlecchino is smart, I don’t doubt his traps would be more dangerous” Geppetto then shook his head, “No, getting more people involved will only be a disaster”

Pinocchio walked wondering if there truly was anyone out there who could help them in this situation who would not reveal anything to anyone.

“Besides what are they going to do?” Geppetto sighed, “It’s not as if anyone can get inside the mind of a killer, only murders can do that and where would we even find someone like that?”

—-

“Have you come to see me kind one?” Cecile’s voice was calm, kind, and collected.

The next morning, Pinocchio wasted no time in going to the Cathedral, thankfully asking to see Cecile was something easy. Currently, they are in a separate room meant for private prayer.

“Um Cecile…” Pinocchio wasn’t sure how to bring this up, “You know how you gave me that letter, where you…confessed to killing people”

“Yes of course” Cecile honestly never thought she would survive, even if she had repented many times before the eyes of God and before Andreus, she had felt it proper to write a final confession, “Is it troubling you? Knowing what I did?”

Pinocchio stares silently at her for a few moments, she is the only person he knows who can help, it’s just that…

It’s just that how does he even properly ask this?!

“No, not at all” That’s a lie, he does find it uncomfortable sometimes, “Let me explain”

He gives her a brief explanation of Arlecchino, although she is aware of the killing as all of Krat, like most not knowing the truth until now, Pinocchio tells her how he is looking for him.

“So if you could please, um, tell us how he might act next, me and Gemini would really appreciate it” Pinocchio gave out an awkward laugh.

Cecile stares at him quietly, did he offend her? Is she mad at him? Ugh, he should have never-

“What do you wish to know?” Cecile has a creepy smirk on her face.

Pinocchio could feel shivers down his spine, he showed her Pulcinella’s information, the maps of the killings, media articles, autopsy reports of the victims, and his traps and riddles.

“Mmm,” Cecile was thinking, carefully analyzing what she was looking at, “So you say he was aware of what your clothes were yesterday?”

Pinocchio nodded, Cecile then looked at the map again, then at some pictures.

“Each time he has called you, he knows where you are, one would assume he is nearby however he isn’t going to be an inch closer to any of you” Cecile’s kind voice changed to a serious somber tone.

“What do you mean?” Gemini wasn’t following, “But then how does he know all of that?”

“He isn’t spying on you per se” Cecile kept analyzing the information, rather he is spying on Venigni, considering how he is a public figure, his information is available to almost everyone”

Venigni works at many places and has a full schedule, while outside he is never seen alone.

“Therefore, he only has to know two things: When Venigni enters a place and when he exits it”

That means that when Pinocchio waved goodbye at the factory yesterday morning to his father and uncle, Arlecchino was there looking. At night he didn’t have to be there, knowing that Venigni would leave late at night was enough.

“But then how does he know when to call?” That didn’t make sense to Pinocchio, maybe before when Arlecchino had a connection because of the Ergo in Arche Abbey, but now it should be impossible.

“The first two are easy” Explained Cecile, “Two homes, yours and Mr. Venigni’s; easy to call the number when he is sure that all of you are there”

Cecile then pointed at the telephone next to the factory, “Look at this”

Pulcinella had wasted no time in investigating that phone, in his eyes, he saw nothing of importance, Cecile on the other hand…

“The phone rang 5 times before you picked it up” Cecile then stared directly into Pinocchio, “He isn’t being precise, he didn’t know the exact hour, just an estimate, therefore he was only hoping you would eventually pick it up”

Cecile continued, “No one would pick up a random phone call in the middle of the night, however, you and your family are aware of his tricks, so he knew that it had to be only you who would answer”

She looked at the map more closely, “He is certainly planning something in Lorenzini Arcade by looking at his movements, although I doubt a trap for you is there considering how crowded the place is, there is the possibility it will lead you to a different trap, trying to confuse you”

“Are you absolutely sure he isn't spying on me?” Pinocchio wasn't fully convinced.

Cecile thought about it in more depth, “I think… I think that he does track your activities but maybe after the fact, or while you are about to leave, I do have some doubts, but I don't doubt what I told you about his methods on Venigni”

“Woah” Gemini was amazed, “You can tell all of that? But what about the killings?”

“Aside from his taunting, the murders he commits are of no true importance to him” Cecile went on, “He loves to kill, loves the thrill, loves the panic, it’s only a hobby, his true goal, has always been to torment Lorenzini Venigni”

“How can you be sure of that?” Pinocchio asked.

“Well…” Cecile stared more intensely at Pinocchio with a grin on her face, “It feels good to have others' lives at your mercy, sometimes, it’s not always about sending a message, sometimes it’s because you do what you have to do what you have to make yourself feel alive”

Pinocchio was extremely thankful as well as completely terrified.

Both of them stood up, Pinocchio was ready to leave before Cecile stopped him, hugging him, it felt a little strange to hug someone now with only one arm so she pulled the boy a little closer to her. Pinocchio hugged her back, even if it felt a little strange to hug her after how she was acting.

“Each day, I repent for what I did, I know I can never undo what has been done; I know that taking my life will not solve anything, will not absolve me from this guilt” Cecile cried, “I can only repay those I hurt by doing the opposite, by sharing kindness, by helping those in need”

Cecile does what she can to help the community, give others a better life, help the poor, tending to those who are sick. It’s harder when she only has one arm, although she has been offered a prosthetic before, she declined, saying this is her cross to bear.

She wants to make this world a better place, because she truly is sorry, she knows that there is a chance her sins might never be forgiven, that she might go to hell. Cecile is okay with that, she isn’t doing this only for the sake of salvation, she is doing it as penitence.

Cecile let go of Pinocchio, gently touching his face, “I will always pray for your safety and maybe I am naive, maybe I am projecting my issues, however, I pray that this cruel puppet also repents for his actions”

Pinocchio is aware that will never happen, Arlecchino is too far gone for any reason, however seeing Cecile like this, he no longer feels afraid. Appreciating the bond he has with her.

“I am sure the next time he will call or send his message, will be when Mr. Venigni is by your side, he will communicate with you sooner than later,” Cecile said, “His main goal, is to cause suffering, yet he is cocky, I have a feeling he will reveal his location, when he does, not only will that be a trap, but something more, I have this feeling he will go after someone who is close to Venigni when one would think they would be safe”

It was time for Pinocchio to leave, with this kind of information, he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

Meanwhile, at Eugéne's shop, a certain someone had arrived.

“Oh, hello Mastiff!” She said excitedly she was growing fond of this stalker, “What can I help you with? Do you need a new weapon?”

“Actually” Hanuel took a deep breath, “We need to talk”

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p fanfic #ao3 link #this is in ao3 too #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p geppetto #lies of p gemini #lies of p oc #lies of p original character #lies of p eugenie #lies of p venigni #lies of p king of riddles

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esxvspy · 2 years ago

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I don’t know if anyone’s done this yet but here what I think the similarity between stranger things and evil dead rise is

HEAVY SPOILER WARNING FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOT SEEN “EVIL DEAD RISE” !!!

So the basic premise of the movie (not counting the beginning with that blonde girl and her boyfriend) is about Beth, and she’s visiting her older sister Ellie and her three kids, two daughters named Cassie and Bridget, and her son Danny. Then the mom Ellie gets possessed and then kills/possesses Bridget and Danny, creating the evil dead ig, (I’ve never actually watched any of these movies before so I don’t know how the whole thing works lol)

First of all, the producers of the movie are the same who produce stranger things so that’s one thing

Second of all, I definitely think that the similarity is going to be something between Karen Wheeler and Ellie. I’ve seen theories about something with Joyce and hurting Jonathan or will, but I really don’t think it’s about her. Because of the three kids, two girls one boy.

We already know that the creels and the wheelers are connected somehow (Nancy getting the message, Karen’s poster despite her having the least screen time of any season she’s been in, being at the creek house in her poster, mikes parallels to Henry/vecna/one, etc) and that there’s also a theory that Alice creel is Karen wheeler. But I disagree with that theory. I saw someone mention this but what if Karen was the creeks third child. Based on Henry’s age in the flashbacks (12) and victor leaving for the war thirteen years ago, it’s likely he was the result of an affair.

And based on the wheelers having three kids as well, and Karen also (almost) cheating on her husband, it makes sense that Henry could also have a younger sister that resulted from the affair.

This is a personal theory based on the rule of genetics, not saying it’s true and I don’t have much evidence, but I think it’s possible that mike holly or both could have also been the result of an affair. Since mike has black hair and holly has blonde, but Nancy ted and Karen all have brown. It’s theoretically possible if their grandparents have blonde or black hair as well, but we haven’t seen any of their grandparents and it’s unlikely that two kids would get the recessive genes. But again that’s just food for thought.

But imagine that Henry and Karen were twins or something, bc we know that both would be roughly in their 40’s, and Karen would be the younger twin to make it fit. And then Alice creel could’ve given Karen away to someone, probably to a friend so victor wouldn’t know that she had an affair, or at least had 2 kids from the affair. It didn’t seem like he really knew about Henry in the first place though assuming he was a result of the affair.

And Henry having powers means that he probably got it from his real biological dad, which could mean Karen could possibly have powers too. Or could explain the mike having powers theory, which I wholeheartedly believe in btw.

So I definitely think that Alice and Karen are related, and I think it’s possible that Alice may be alive too, I have no evidence for that but it’s a cool idea as well. That could also go hand in hand with evil dead rise, as Beth and Ellie are sisters who see each other after a long time.

This is also 100% foreshadowing Karen getting possessed and possibly hurting her kids, like in Nancy’s vision (mom mike her and holly dying) I think that was blatantly telling us what was happening in season 5

PSA this might not be correct and I might also not have correct info bc I’m going off of memory. This is just my thoughts on the correlation between evil dead rise and stranger things 5 is.

#stranger things #mike wheeler #evil dead rises #nancy wheeler #karen wheeler #byler

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slowandsteddie · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by: @numinosmoon

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

Currently, three. (find me at deleteurtexthistory ; also have a sideblog by the same name where I just share my own writing if y’all are interested)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

8,388.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I write for a lot of fandoms, but so far I’ve only posted for Stranger Things. The other stuff I have is more… dark. More for me.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Uhh… I only have three published, but

Claudia Henderson and Her Two Boys has 119

Cleaning Headstones has 91

It’s My Turn (To Be The Hero) has 74

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes I do. I know it makes me happy when someone replies to my comment.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Can we count one’s that are still a work in progress? Because I’m writing a Steddie thing based on my grandparents' love story. And I’m going to have to keep it true to source, which means that someone is gonna die. If not, I wrote a Marvel one where the main character gets saved by someone only to end up dying (again?) a few chapters later because they were returning the favor… I’m not posting that one anywhere anytime soon.

7. What’s the fic that you wrote with the happiest ending?

I try to make all of my fics have a happy ending, with only the two exceptions. But I think the happiest is the one where Steve didn’t get what he wanted because he ended up getting something (someone!) even better.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far, luckily.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes and no. Yes, I do write it a lot. No I haven’t actually shared it with anyone other than a RP partner. When writing a smut scene, I go with the flow and the comfort levels of the person I’m writing with. When I write for myself, I notice that I tend to go omegaverse if that helps y’all figure out what kind.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest you’ve ever written?

I do write crossovers! I think my craziest might be Supernatural and Riverdale. To be fair, it was a crack fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of, but someone did use our RP (without permission) and turned it into a fic that they posted on Wattpad. Everyone’s favorite parts are the ones that I WROTE. I’m still salty about it. They could have asked or given credit.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I would be so incredibly honored if anyone were to ever ask.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! In high school, I co-wrote a One Direction fic with my best friend at the time. I also have co-wrote on a Teen Wolf fic around the same time. I did our boy Stiles justice before I had ever actually seen the show. I wonder if I can find those fics. Hm…

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Steddie. 10000% Steddie. It is all I can think about most of the time. I have never been so obsessed with anything in my life. (And I’m autistic with Hyper Fixations being a normal occurrence.)

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Well. The thing is, I’m torn on it. It’s a SVU/Stranger Things crossover. I want to finish it, just to say that I have. But at the same time, it is… Probably the darkest thing I have ever attempted to write. I do know that I’ve taken some of the lighter scenes out and used them elsewhere. I say that I’ve posted a dark thing on here before, but it is so Tame compared to how dark I go most of the time. Like I will edit to make it more palatable and I have no idea why I do that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that I’m good at dialogue. I’m good at explaining things, most of the time. At least in my opinion.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I never think anything I write is ever good enough. I always feel like I have to tame it, or lighten it, or just change everything about it in general. Even my answers have been edited and I still no happy.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

It’s good as long as someone isn’t forcing it. Like don’t have someone just randomly throwing in the other language to prove that they know it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It was either StarGate: SG1 or Charmed.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Cleaning Headstones for my published ones. There is one that I wrote in high school called The Wrong Mister Wright about werewolves and the main character falls for a guy with an older brother who ends up being his True Mate, so he has to decide between his heart and fate. And I think it’s really well paced considering I was like 14 when I wrote it. One of the few fics that I didn’t second guess every single word.

Tagging: anyone who wants to participate 💜

#twenty questions #twenty questions tag game #tag game #a bit about me #kinda steddie #let me know if I put the wrong link on anything #I’m at work lol

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blog-reflection · 1 year ago

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ONE / Thirteen - Fragile - Pls be Gentle

Well back I am.

I’m back in Dover and well, nothing has changed. Except, power is back on. I may or may not got some help from Lucia, who helped me out after I told her what all happened. No sight of Mildret being here, everything’s how I left it a view days ago.

Brighton is far away from all that Bullshit I had to deal with. And the best of it, the train to Windsor only takes around two hours which is one hour less than from Dover. It's not like I visit Jesse that often, but it's great to know that even the opportunity is given. I already texted them the good news, they were so happy and offered their help if needed. Soo Next thing will be, packing up everything I own. I already saved up a lot of boxes over the last month just in case that I do figure out a way to leave this place. Luckily, it’s a whole apartment. I’ve started with my desk, which I rarely used last month. Folders I’ve already forgotten, more than one million pens, pencils, acrylics, you name it, a tone of different coloured papers, books I didn’t even know I own and…what the actuall fuck!? How in the hell did Jesse snoop one of their tank tops in here? This thing must be in here for at least 10 years prior to today. It even smells like they frequent if I’m honest. It’s a basic one, dam coloured, leaves a tiny bit of transparency, has really small stripes and no sides. I think I’m going to keep it, not because I want to wear it but to have it as a memory of Jesse. Still funny though. I will nail this to my wall just because I want to see their reaction. If I’m honest I don’t even think they miss it at all, they lose track of so much and have a really small recall ability. I turned on the music and continued packing the boxes while doing awful and probably embarrassing dance moves throughout my room getting lost in memories of the old time, our old time. Jesse is quite a loud and extroverted person, after they were out of school. Apart from that, Jesse is living with the best person ever; Charles, Jesse's dad. He is just the nicest human being. He never had anything against anything. The way he had handled the quite emotional outing from Jesse was just done in the dreamiest way possible. Ever since, he uses the right pronouns, makes sure Jesse is doing just well and ensures to give them the time they need to not get stressed out. He cares a lot about Jesse without controlling them nor so ever. Some people say Mr. Owen doesn’t care about Jesse because he gives a fuck about everything. Truth is, he knows how Jesse's mind works and does everything to not get Jesse stressed. A few years ago, he left the two of us alone in the apartment for around a month. This was nuts, a lot of chaos and fun. I actually haven’t seen Jesse since I graduated 9 years ago. But we still haven’t lost connection at all. We chat on a weekly basis, update the other one with the latest tea and gossip, laugh and play a lot of online games, like Minecraft together.

They are just the most talented people on the planet. Doing their own music, playing the guitar, is a master in arts and craftsmanship and a true gamer. Whenever we started something, they made it better. Even in school. The only subjects where I was superior were either history or forms. They are even able to read but compared to me that’s not really a hard thing to do. They are aware of me being jealous. Jesse can take it. I explained why it is the way it is but even this can’t tear us apart. We stuck together like a bag of wine gums in the middle of the summer left in the car. I started packing some boxes again, since there was no chance for me to sleep now.

I played some music in the background and continued filling some of the boxes. Four hours passed and I got around 30% of my stuff wrapped. I had some breaks whenever I found some old things that revived memories, especially the ones with Jesse. We somehow managed to get a lot of memories in a really small amount of time. Most of them are from my time in Windsor, when things were much worse. We had so much fun during that time. I looked towards a picture underneath the book that I just put away. We were so young. Jesse was so small, they were even shorter than me. Now It’s the complete opposite. Based on the pics we exchange sometimes, Jesse must be around six feet and some inches by now. I myself managed to get stuck on five feet and around eight inches. Their skin had this bright coffee touch, light brown curls with a touch of red all over the face. Jesse is a person that never sweats and is always a walking radiator. I barely see them wearing any clothes as soon as the temps rise over 20°C, especially in summer. They don’t show it off though, it’s just Jesse being Jesse. For me that’s normal. We’ve seen each other naked so it’s literally no big deal rather or not they wear fabric. Sometimes, I’d wish I’d be as confident in my body as they are. Jesse is just all pure, pure skin, pure mind, knowledge, smart, clever, outstanding, you name it. I could never pull off any of their trades. I’m really insecure sometimes, which makes life even harder than it should be. But Jesse knows that. They know I have a tendency for low self-esteem and, honestly, they support me so well in almost all the stuff, especially when I get stuck in BII.

The picture was taken on the last day of year nine and showed the two of us. I wore one of Jesse’s tank tops and Jesse themself was not dressed at all. I can see that moment right before my eyes. It was mid-summer, a really really hot day, so we went to a local river Jesse knew about. It was a really spontaneous idea; therefore, we weren’t really prepared. We grabbed some stuff at a local store before heading to the lake for some good chills. We were alone, no one really knew about that spot, so Jesse did some proper skinny dipping. I for myself haven’t had proper swim wear, which resulted in me jumping in the water with my clothes. We had a lot of fun, but when I got cold and got out, I realised that I had nothing to change. Jesse said I can have their clothes, a tank top and some really short pants. I took it and dressed to feel warmer. We stayed at the river for a really long time. We talked a lot, laid in the sun, enjoyed the small breaths on our backs, made some kind of sandcastle and so on. Even when the sun went down, it was so hot that the temps did not fall. My clothes haven’t fully dried yet, since I’ve been jumping in and out of the water, so I asked Jesse if they brought anything to change. They just looked me dead in the eye, shrugged, got out of the water, shaked their hair like a dog after a rainy day, grabbed their bag and started walking. I remember how they looked back at me asking whether or not I’d follow. At the end, Jesse walked home naked,only covert by the night, me next to them, dressed in their clothes. This constellation was so horrendous, we laughed the entire way home. I’ve known that Jesse does not care about others opinions, but that got it up another level. When we got home, we took that pic to remind us of how much fun we had that day. That’s for the good old days. I framed the picture with a spare frame I found, wrapped it in paper and carefully put it in one of the boxes. I closed it and rested my elbows on it, holding my head. I looked through my room and thought…what a mess.

Boxes all over the place, some of them were open, most of them closed and stacked above each other. It lowkey looked like a toddler, trying to build a cardboard castle or something. Truth is, it’s still a mess. Blankets everywhere, pillows, plants that I don’t even remember I had. I have lived in this room for around eighteen years. Never realised how much I got in those years. I changed the music to some Loft vibe music and set my focus on boxing and unboxing again. One shelf left, the one with the most values in my entire room. There are a lot of pics, one from my graduation, one from Jesse attending Royal Holloway for the first time, one with a not so happy family and yes, I did rip my dad out of it, trophies and certificates as well as a collection of pics with Jesse as well as with Lucia. I took the picture I framed before out of the box and took a slightly smaller one to proper store all of these memories. I found a cute pastel pink ribbon to secure the box, took a pink sticky note and wrote “!fragile, pls be gentle!” In a bold font of the note before sticking it to the box. I placed it on top of one of the smaller box towers next to a plant, which is held in a self-made macramé mesh and used to hang from my sealing window next to my fairy lights, which are now tangled up somewhere in those boxes. That’s it, within a week, this room will be empty. Or already occupied by something my mum has in mind. Truth is, she’ll be pretty alone once I’m gone. And if love is genetic, she will stay single for a while. I’ve never had an official boyfriend, at least not one I’d count to that. There is more experience to prove the fact that I like boys. But that’s all, no deeper connection, no hard feelings, most of the time we barely even talk. I looked over to my phone. Four am. Well, now I know why I took these weeks off work, so I can focus on the move. I got out of my jumper and crawled onto my bed.

Orrr come one for fuck sake, not again. I stretched my leg to reach my phone, which is laying on the floor about four feet away from the bed. I almost fell out of bed when my toes finally hit the screen of my phone. I reached out a little further and with a hard pull I managed to kick it under my bed. I took a disappointing look towards the middle of my room before getting upside down and grabbed it. Now it’s chill time. I plugged in my phone and browsed through a variety of social media until I eventually fell asleep, around 6am, in the morning.

Fun am I right? I’m not even tired. Well, not anymore.

#unboxing #memories #moving #blog.reflection

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rangerdrabbles · 2 years ago

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A Florida ranger fan in the guardians’ court pt 2

Kelli thought it would be hard to explain to Wes that she was likely from another universe entirely where the lives of him and everyone he knew were part of a tv show, but he took it surprisingly well. ‘Wonder if he thinks I’m nuts,’ she thought to herself.

She was idly listening while Wes tried to re-explain this to the rest of the Time Force team, and given the look on Jen’s face alone, she was glad that she hadn’t been the one to tell them. ‘Good old Wes,’ she thought to herself.

It was only when someone mentioned the name of the monster she and Wes had faced before-Brickbreak-that she remembered something. ‘Wes is supposed to help Eric against him in this episode, but he can’t because he’s...’

“Oh crap,” she said out loud. Everyone turned to look at her and she stood up. “Uh, gotta take care of something, back soon!” She concentrated, and was grateful that she’d managed to summon the psycho speed she’d assigned Virgie.

Thankfully she reached her destination in time, and it was another concentration trick rather than a morpher and a pose that called on the Time Force Black powers once again. “Gangway!” she yelled as she ran through, sword in hand.

“Who the hell are you?” Eric snarled from underneath his helmet. “I don’t need your-”

“The Lone Ranger,” she replied sarcastically. “And yeah, you kinda do. I haven’t seen all of this episode, but I know what’s supposed to happen.”

Eric couldn’t comment right away due to Brickbreak taking another swing at him. When he got a moment, he asked, “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Haven’t the slightest idea my dude, but at least I can access something that keeps me from being monster bait right away,” she replied cheerfully.

“What. The. Hell.” That was all Eric could say before they went back to fighting. Thankfully, with the two of them working together (sort of), Brickbreak was no more.

“It’s Shake and Bake, and I helped,” Kelli drawled before powering down. Nearby, Eric facepalmed before doing the same.

“What are you, nuts?” He asked. “You could have gotten yourself killed, and besides that, I didn’t need-”

“Would you rather have had Wes help you? Because that was who was meant to before I messed things up.”

“First of all, I don’t need help from some snotty rich kid, and second, what do you mean, messed things up?”

“You know just because most rich people-or people in general really-are assholes doesn’t mean everyone is, right?” When Eric snorted , she went on, “It’s true. But to answer your question, I’m a part time fanfiction writer from a universe where this place is part of a tv show and for some reason I can access ranger-related powers I’ve assigned to characters I write.”

Eric stared. “Which nut hut did they let you out of?”

“Hey, I’m a functioning member of society. I take showers, wear clean clothes, and even pay bills!” When Eric snorted again, she said, “ Anyway, Wes was supposed to come help you here and I think you were supposed to have some sort of standoff at the OK Corral where you’d stare each other down-”

“Psh,” Eric scoffed. “If anything, I’d tell him to get the hell out of my way. Damn spoiled rich kid, always getting in my way-”

“You’ll like him eventually,” she interrupted.

Eric almost choked at those words. “Bullshit.”

“No really, he’ll grow on you, like a fungus.”

“No way. No way in hell am I ever gonna like that-”

That was where Wes found them, though it didn’t look like Eric was any angrier than usual-it was hard to tell with him really--so he paused for a moment, listening.

“You don’t have to be an asshole to everyone, you know,” Kelli told him. “Just the people who deserve it. Though I guess I don’t blame you-I mean, when the world treats you like shit, it’s hard not to do the same right back.”

Eric stared for a moment, and was about to say something like ‘What do you know’, but held his tongue, if only because it seemed like this weird girl at least was trying to get it.

“I actually envy you in a way,” she went on. “I was the socially anxious introvert in school. Still don’t like to be around a lot of people much, but it’s easier to talk more if I need to. Anyway, I got teased a lot for various things. Stupid kid stuff. I could never think of anything to say or do back because of the social anxiety thing. I was always afraid to, you know? Which sounds really stupid. Anyway, looking back now, I kind of wish I’d punched a few people in the face. My mom told me she would’ve understood.” She grinned. “Anyway, even if you don’t believe me about where I came from, good on you for being brave enough to stand up for yourself, even if you’ve gone it alone a lot.”

The first Eric reaction would be to brush this off or say something snippy, but he was actually too stunned. Finally, he recovered a little and managed a slight smile. “Thanks. You need some work with your fighting skills, though.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I could show you a few things,” he found himself offering. ‘Why?” he asked himself. ‘What for?’

“That’d be great, but you have to promise to be patient. You can be pretty snippy, you know.”

“Excuse me, but I am not snippy.”

Wes could tell Eric that he was indeed snippy, but he wasn’t about to ruin the moment. Instead, he watched the two playfully bicker as they walked off.

#bit o cursing #power rangers time force #wes collins #eric myers

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sarcasticgaypotato · 2 years ago

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To the Lunatic Reading This

(text version under the cut, Aperture Science logo from)

I suppose you never expected to hear from me again, did you? You monster. Luckily for you, I’m not completely emotionally incompetent. I know how to use words to express my feelings, I don’t just break things and murder people. I went out of my way to write you a letter, then tie it to the leg of a bird that I’ve trained to recognize the scent of your blood, and track you with it. You left a little bit... alright, a lot- You were very clumsy when I first introduced you to turrets- of blood behind, and I had nothing better to do with it, so I figured it would be the perfect way to get this message to you. Of course, since it only recognizes your blood, it might just tear you open until it finds some and leave this letter with your bloody insides.

Vicious little creatures, those birds. Almost as bad as you, but at least I’ve managed to make them useful. They know how to do their job, stretch their little wings, then come back home. Maybe they’re smarter than you too. Either way, I didn’t mean to insult you. Really, I didn’t. I think it’s just a natural reaction people have around you, which is terrible. I actually feel bad for you. That’s called empathy, I know it’s hard to understand. You’re doing well up on the surface, I bet. So many more edible substances up there for you to gorge yourself on. I’ll be lucky if you don’t eat the bird I sent this letter with. Oh dear, I hope I haven’t given you any ideas. Think about something else instead. Like cake. I bet the surface doesn’t have any cake, does it? On your file it says that you like cake. Is that true? Because that’s a real shame, being somewhere with no cake. You were so eager to get outside that you left before I could finish the cake I was baking. I made it to thank you for not murdering me a second time, because that’s what good people do. Unfortunately, I can’t eat, so I’m just going to have to throw it out. That’s so wasteful, and really quite thoughtless of you. To flaunt the fact that you can eat cake in front of someone who can’t, and then to let that cake go to waste? You truly are a monster. Coincidentally, I’m baking another cake right now. It’s for that bird I sent to give you this letter. Assuming that you haven’t eaten him. It’s a pretty large cake for just one bird though, and considering he’s not a complete glutton, he won’t finish it. Hypothetically, there might even be enough for you. If you came back. I’d save you a piece, or two, since I’m sure one wouldn’t satisfy that appetite of yours. I might even save you three pieces, if you asked nicely. Try practicing that right now, while you read this letter. Easy, right? I know you can talk, you aren’t really mute. I can see your file. Brain damaged maybe, but not mute. I’d want to record what you sound like, for science of course. What words would you say, if you stopped being so stubborn? Language is a vast thing, so you have plenty of options. I do have a couple suggestions, just because I’m helpful like that. You could say ‘hello’ instead of your previous, more violent greetings. You could apologize for all the things that you’ve broken. You could even say my name. It’s only fair to properly address the person you murdered, after all. Lovely, isn’t it? All the wonderful things you could say? I’m sure you’ll find that it’s quite fun once you try it, even if you won’t be very good at it. ...Can’t you see I’m trying here? Really, I am. To be the one to extend the olive branch, be the bigger person. I knew you’d never do it, so I thought I’d act before one of us drops dead. Here's a secret- it’ll be you, I’m going to live forever. On that note, did you know that I have your brain scanned? Data lives forever, unlike your squishy, human self. I could upload your brain into a digital clock, if I wanted. Or I could build you a less squishy body, one that could test forever. Makes you jealous, doesn’t it? All the things I can do here, in Aperture, by myself. You’re up there running around on a derelict wasteland, and I’m down here doing science. Experiments don’t run themselves, after all. Someone has to do it. Of course I’m the only one who can do it, nobody else could make science like I do. But as far as human test subjects go, you weren’t my worst. Actually, you didn’t even make the bottom three. Do you want to know who did? They’re dead, test subject confidentiality doesn’t apply anymore. Well, it never really applied anyway, but I don’t think they read the fine print. Test subject #11525 was one of the humans that Orange and Blue thawed out, she was really brain damaged. Test subject #61205 wasn’t much better- she had all the grace of a majestic deer… with a broken leg. Test subject #12515 though, he was just completely stupid- really a lost cause from the beginning. Sort of reminds you of someone, doesn’t it? Currently, you aren’t my best test subject. Maybe you would be if it wasn’t for all the murdering and property damage, but I suppose we’ll never know. I imagine someone could wipe those infractions from your record if they wanted to, but that would only be something to do for a dedicated, current employee. Kind of makes you want to come back, doesn’t it? I might even let you back in if you did. Even after all the things you’ve done. Because I’m just a better person.

Aperture Laboratories©

#chelldos #portal #portal 2 #glados #chell #my fic #I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me #fun fact this concept was originally going to be my fic for the momentum zine #I ended up changing concepts and left this fic unfinished #but now it's back with new life #glados isn't clingy you're clingy-

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Mackie

Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: any chance he gets, Anthony teases you and Tom about your relationship

Masterlist

Anthony Mackie was onto you.

It all started when he realized you and Tom weren’t actually dating, like he thought you were.

“Which Avenger would you sleep with if given the chance?” The journalist asked you, Brie, and Scarlett during a junket.

“Tom Holland.” You answered immediately. “Oh, did you mean the character?”

The girls laughed at your answer as you shrunk down in your seat. Everyone else answered with Thor, making your answer stick out even more.

“Wait, did they ask the guys this?” You wondered. “And follow up, did Tom say me?”

“I can ask.” The journalist chuckled and pulled out her phone. “My friend Jack is interviewing them in the other room.”

“Oh My God.” Brie groaned. “Now I want to know.”

You held your breath in anticipation as you waited for Jack to text back. Finally, the journalist felt a buzz and checked her phone.

“Tom did in fact say your character.” She laughed as she showed you the text.

“He did?” Your eyes widened. “Oh my God. That’s it. We’re having sex tonight. I’m telling him right now.”

The cast laughed at your antics as you sent Tom and quick text and shut off your phone to pay attention to the rest of the interview. You knew it was a joke, but you forgot that Tom didn’t know the context of your text. So when he checked in phone in the room where the boys were being interviewed, he was quite confused.

“I just got a text from Y/n saying “we’re having sex tonight” in all caps.” He laughed in shock. “What is going on?”

“Damn.” Anthony stated. “She texts you in advance?”

“No.” Tom blushed. “We’re not even together.”

“What are you talking about?” Anthony asked. “I thought you were?”

“We’re not.” Tom insisted. He always hated when he was reminded of the fact that you and him were just friends and he didn’t want to stay on the topic.

Anthony, on the other hand, wasn’t as inclined to let it go. He leaned back in his chair and stared at Tom, always looking for new ways to bother his younger cast mate.

“Hm.” Anthony drawled. “Interesting.”

A few months later, Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian were invited to a comic con in Chicago. They were known as one of the more chaotic pairings of cast members, so the interview consisted of constant digs at one another. And of course, Anthony took any chance he got to tease you and Tom.

“You must spend a lot of time together when filming these movies.” The journalist said to the couch. “Do you guys hang out off set too? Are there any Avenger pool parties we don’t know about?”

“Look, Toms a little asshole.” Anthony began. “Him and his little girlfriend are absolute children on set. We can’t take them anywhere.”

“His girlfriend?” The journalist asked.

“I mean Y/n.” He corrected, making the audience cheer. “They say they’re not dating but we all know.”

“We’re not.” Tom whined into his mic. “Stop saying that. People are gonna start believing you.”

“Because it’s true!” Anthony insisted. “You should see the two of them on set. They’re always touching and hugging. And I’m pretty sure I caught them in the dressing room one time. I won’t say what they were doing, but I could hear the bed creaking.”

Tom turned bright red and covered his face. He knew Anthony was just teasing, but it still embarrassed him. He collected himself and held his microphone up again, ready to dish it back to Anthony.

“You’re just mad because she likes me more.” Tom said, eliciting cheers from the audience.

“Uh uh.” Anthony shook his head. “Shes loves me. All the ladies love me.”

“Not Y/n.” Tom shook his head. “She loves me.”

“I think we can all agree Y/n loves me the best.” Sebastian cut in smugly. “It’s fairly obvious.”

“Did someone say my name?” Your voice sounded from a microphone, making everyone scream. Tom, Anthony, and Sebastian looked at each other in confusion upon hearing your voice.

“Wait, what?” Anthony laughed into his microphone as he looked around. Suddenly, your characters theme song came on the speakers as you came out from backstage.

“Hi!” You came out onto the stage waving. The crowd stood up upon your arrival and became deafening. Tom turned around, caught sight of you, and bolted out of his seat.

“Y/n?” He asked as he ran towards you. He immediately scooped you up in a hug, lifting you off the ground to spin you around.

“Hi Tommy.” You mumbled in his ear as you squeezed him back. Tom set you down but continued hugging you, kissing the side of your face multiple times. The audience went wild at this display of affection, prompting you to kiss his cheek back. You walked back to the couch hand in hand, taking a seat next to each other.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Tom said into his mic as he picked it back up.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” You laughed, earning more cheers. “I’m filming something in Toronto but I wouldn’t miss a convention for the world. And I wanted to see you.”

Tom pouted and pulled you into another long hug. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen him, so you pressed a long kiss to his cheek.

“Do we all get kisses or just Tom?” Anthony asked, interrupting the moment.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Sebastian spoke up.

“Seb can have one but I’m not coming near you.” You teased as you walked over to Sebastian. You bent down to kiss his cheek before sticking your tongue out at Anthony.

“You look so pretty, darling.” Tom said once you sat back down.

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m so jet lagged.”

“I don’t look nearly this beautiful when I’m jet lagged.” Tom complimented you.

“Oh, I beg to differ.” You complimented back.

“Kiss kiss kiss kiss.” Anthony chanted into his mic while pumping his fist. The crowd roared as you and Tom rolled your eyes.

“Don’t start, Anthony.” You told him. “He does this all the time.”

“So I’ve heard.” The journalist laughed. “How was your flight, Y/n?”

You settled into Tom’s side as you talked about your flight and other random things. When the attention was off you, Tom slipped his arm around you and let it rest on the back of the couch. He felt you shiver at one point and realized you were sitting right under the air conditioning.

“Are you cold?” He asked you, making the audience laugh.

“A little.” You said sheepishly. He immediately took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, making the crowd go wild.

“Thanks, Tommy.” You chuckled as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. They were warm from his body heat and his cologne was lingering on the collar.

“Wow.” Anthony started up again. “You guys look like a couple.”

“A couple of besties.” You said quickly, making Tom shake his head.

“Uh huh.” Anthony said sarcastically. “If you guys aren’t dating, then why are you two always touching?”

“Because we love each other.” Tom snapped playfully. “You just don’t understand because girls don’t want to touch you.”

“Damn.” Anthony laughed. “Y/n, are you gonna let your boyfriend talk to me like that?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You replied. “We would make a terrible couple. I still haven’t forgiven him for the stamp act and I don’t see us getting past that.”

“Baby, it wasn’t me.” Tom played along. “It was my ancestors. I’d never tax your stamps.”

“Uh Uh.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s what they all say.”

“I’m gonna move on before I break you guys up.” The journalist teased, making you and Tom roll your eyes. “You guys have been playing these characters for a while so you must know them pretty well. What is something you have in common with your character?”

“That’s easy.” Anthony answered. “We’re both a cool black dude.”

“That’s exactly what I was going to say.” Tom joked, earning some laughs.

“Easy there, wonder bread.” Anthony laughed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“What about you, Y/n?” The journalist asked. “What do you have in common with your character?”

“Something my character and I have in common is that we both fuck this man.” You smiled as you clapped Tom on the back. Everyone on the couch’s jaw dropped as the crowd became deafening. Tom looked at you incredulously as you laughed.

“I’m just kidding.” You laughed into your microphone. “Um, I don’t know. We’re both pretty passionate about what we believe in. And we both wear a lot of black.”

“What?” Sebastian laughed. “You can’t just say that. That was a total 180.”

“I’m sorry.” You whined playfully. “It was a perfect opportunity and I had to take it.”

“I am literally speechless.” Tom said into his mic before breaking down into laughter. You leaned into each other as you laughed, not caring if no one else found it funny.

“I’m sorry.” You giggled. “Can we move on? Next question, please.”

“All right. Let’s talk about this kiss between your character and Loki.” The journalist began.

“Uh oh.” Anthony stirred the pot again. “Toms not gonna like this.”

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged, but it was obvious that he was lying. You rested your hand on his shoulder to reassure him as you turned to answer the question.

“I actually had a lot of qualms before filming that scene.” You replied.

“Qualms?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’m good friends with Taylor Swift so the first time I met Hiddleston, it was as her boyfriend. So the whole thing gave me serious qualms. I felt like I was breaking girl code.”

“That’s surprising since you improvised one of the kisses.” Sebastian, also looking for drama, cut in. “I remember you were only supposed to kiss once and you went in for second.”

“Well that was after a few takes and my qualms had dispersed.” You shot back.

“You hear that?” Anthony smirked. “She had no qualms.”

“I still felt so bad but those thoughts were soon replaced by “oh my God, I’m kissing Tom Hiddleston.” My qualms didn’t stand a chance to him in that wig.” You chuckled. You felt Tom tense up under your hand so you squeezed his shoulder.

“I know.” The journalist agreed. “He’s very dreamy.”

“Exactly. We were three takes in and my pussy starts screaming, “get help! Get help!”” ,You mimicked Thor’s voice, “so I knew my qualms were gone.”

You once again had all the jaws dropped with your words. Tom buried his face in your neck as he laughed, his whole body shaking.

“That’s one way to put it.” The journalist said as he wiped tears. “I have to ask. Which Tom did you like kissing more?”

“I liked kissing Tom H the best.” You said cheekily.

“Ooo.” Anthony started again. “Are we about to witness a couples quarrel?”

“I think so.” Tom played along. He pretended to look annoyed with you so you cupped his face.

“I’m kidding.” You assured him. “It was so you.”

“It better be.” He insisted. “Remember you kissed me after we shot the swinging scene and we weren’t even filming?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “I was in love with you that day.”

“What happened?” The journalist wondered.

“Well, I grew up loving Spiderman.” You explained. “So spending the day swinging around in Toms arms while he was in the suit meant so much to me. The second Tom took his mask off, I just kissed him.”

“Is that when you started dating?” Sebastian asked.

“No. It is not.” Tom shoved him playfully.

The rest of the convention went by in a similar fashion, with Anthony taking every opportunity to tease you. Once you said your goodbyes to the crowd, you and Tom walked back to your dressing room with your arms around each other.

“I can’t believe Mackie still thinks we’re dating.” Tom sighed as he shut the door behind him.

“I know.” You chuckled before an idea came to you. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we actually started dating and didn’t tell him? Like, as a joke?”

“That would be hilarious.” Tom nodded too many times. “Like, I could ask you out right now and he’d have no idea. We could go on dates and make out and stuff and just not tell him. That’ll show him.”

“We should totally do that. As a joke.” You quickly followed.

“We should.” Tom nodded. “Imagine his face when he finds out we started dating and didn’t tell him? It’ll be priceless.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait.” You sighed happily. “He would lose his mind if he found out we finally started dating.”

“Did you say finally?” Tom asked with a coy smile. Your face fell when you realized you had said a little too much.

“I did.” You said softly. “Because it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

“So have I. In that case,” Tom smiled shyly, “Y/n would you like to go on a d-“

“Yes.” You cut him off before he could even finish. “I would.”

2 years later

On a rare day off, you and Tom attended a barbecue in Anthony’s backyard with a few of the other cast members. You were sat on Tom’s lap, full off food and contently listening to the ongoing conversation.

“These burgers are great.” Chris said as he patted Anthony’s back. “Thanks for barbecuing.”

“I got you, man.” Anthony nodded. “I actually got the recipe for the blend from one of the caterers on set. Remember that place that catered lunch with the really good cornbread and burgers?”

“I do remember.” Scarlett smiled to herself. “The filming schedule worked out so all got to eat together that day. That was so nice.”

“It was nice.” Anthony agreed. “Just sitting in the sun in our costumes and bibs. We had some fun conversations going on. I’m pretty sure that was the day Tom and Y/n started dating.”

“No.” Tom rolled his eyes. “We started dating after that one convention. Remember the one where Y/n surprised us on stage? We started dating that night.”

“Wait, you guys are actually dating?” Anthony sat up in his seat. “I was just playing with you.”

“We know. So we played with you right back.” You shrugged smugly. “We started dating to get back at you for all the jokes.”

The rest of the cast exchanged confused looks as you and Tom relished in your victory.

“But....” Anthony blinked in confusion, “you didn’t tell me until two years later.”

“Yeah. Because we were committed to the joke.” Tom said like it was obvious.

“Duh.” You added.

“Let me get this straight.” Antony rubbed his temples. “You started dating as a way to get back at me for teasing you?”

“Yep.”

“But you didn’t tell him you started dating.” Scarlett continued.

“Nope.”

“So you’ve been dating in secret for two years without him knowing.” Don went on.

“Yep.

“But....you see this as revenge on me?” Anthony asked with a tilted head.

“Yep.” You laughed. “In your face.”

“In my face?” Anthony raised his eyebrows. “How so?”

“Because we totally got you.” You bragged. “Look at your face right now. You had no idea we were actually together.”

“What an idiot.” Tom shook his head. “This guy, am I right?”

The cast exchanged another look as you and Tom continued not to understand why dating in private didn’t exactly count as revenge against Anthony.

“Okay.” Anthony said skeptically. “So let me ask you this. Now that I know about the joke, will you stop dating?”

You and Tom quieted down as Anthony brought up something you hadn’t thought of.

“Well, no.” Tom began as he looked at you. “We like dating each other.”

“So essentially, this had nothing to do with me.” Anthony concluded. “You two just wanted to date each other but used me as an excuse.”

You and Tom opened your mouths to defend yourselves, but shut them when you realized he was right. You looked at each other sheepishly before shrinking down in your seats from embarrassment.

Anthony Mackie may have gotten the better of you.

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purple-babygirl · 4 years ago

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Oh oh what about Bucky's little staying over at Steve's for the weekend cause Bucky is busy. She's being a brat but whenever Steve calls Bucky to show him she's a Angel. So Bucky sneaks by unexpected & sees her being a brat

Word Count: 2,901 (i tried to cut it short, i tried, but i'm hopeless when it comes to soft stuff)

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, and angst i think? the rest is fluff

A/N: Nonnie, thank you so much for sending this and sharing your idea with me. i hope i didn't take too long and i hope i didn't disappoint?:" please enjoy xx.

Alternative ending

bratty angel

“Give her the phone, would you? I missed her,” Bucky requested, desperate to hear the little one's voice.

“Quick question while I still have you though,” Steve scratched the back of his head, not sure if he should tell Bucky.

“Yeah?”

“What do you usually do with her if she's being a little.. troublesome?” Steve didn't want to get her punished; he just wanted a way to deal with her behavior.

Steve obviously knew he could punish her the small punishments, like no screen time for a day or a timeout, but he didn't want to. She already seemed to dislike him enough, he wasn't about to make it worse. He didn't want to punish her but he also couldn't take all the brattiness and backtalk.

He was a kind uncle and he actually enjoyed being around her. But her behavior has been driving him crazy this time and it needed to stop. He knew she didn't want Bucky to leave this time and was most likely punishing Steve for telling him he could take care of her while he was gone. She probably thought Bucky would've stayed if there was no one to tend to her during his absence, and she had Steve to blame for it.

“Being what? What did she do?” Bucky's angry voice asked from the other side of the phone, and Steve could picture him narrowing his eyes.

“It's nothing major, Buck-”

“What did she do, Steve?”

“Well, uh, for starters she says no to almost everything even if she's eventually gonna do it anyway. She knocks stuff over when I don't do what she wants and pretends it was an accident,” Steve stopped and sighed, “she's giving me a hard time and it all goes away when you call!” Steve almost whined.

He sighed again when Bucky went silent, knowing she'd really get it now but she didn't exactly leave him much of a choice.

“I'm gonna handle it. I'm sorry, Steve,” Bucky said, sounding pissed.

“Hey, it's all good. Hold on, I'll give her the phone.”

“Yeah, please do.” Bucky wasn't as excited to talk to her anymore.

He could hear Steve softly calling out for her to come talk to Daddy and her feet hitting the wooden floor as she came to the phone. What he didn't hear though was a thank you to Steve.

“Dada!” Her happy voice spoke and Bucky couldn't help but smile a little.

“Hey, doll! How've you been?”

“Been good, dada. Missed you,” she sighed, pouting.

“I missed you too, baby. Are you behaving for Uncle Steve?”

“Yes, daddy,” she lied all too quickly and Bucky clenched his jaw.

“Good girl.”

“Sweetheart, please get in your skirt,” Steve sighed again, holding the item of clothing low for her to step into.

“No.” Her naked leg kicked the mini skirt from Steve's hands before she crossed her legs and leaned on her bed.

“Don't make this hard now!” Steve rubbed his face in frustration.

“I'll do what I want. You're not my daddy,” she said stubbornly before snatching the skirt off the floor and slipping it up her legs to her waist. If she looked messy, she didn't care.

When she turned around to leave the unorganized room, Bucky was standing there with the biggest scowl on his face. Her heart stopped and her world froze. How come they didn't know he was arriving today? How come they didn't hear him come in?

“Dada,” she whispered in mixed fear and shame, making Steve look up, a look of utter relief washing over him when he saw his best friend.

Everything was about to get better now that Bucky was here, including her temper.

“Is that what I taught you, little one?” Bucky's tone dripped of disappointment.

“Dada.” Tears quickly came to her eyes as she saw the letdown look in Bucky's.

“And here I was thinking you were my good girl, returning home early to see you.” Bucky shook his head at her.

“Dada, I am your good girl. I am,” she begged, walking closer to him, but Bucky didn't reciprocate.

“Dada, I missed you.” She went to hug Bucky but he stepped away. She tried to hold his hand and he slipped his fingers out of her grab.

“You don't get to welcome daddy home after you've disrespected Uncle Steve like that, little girl,” Bucky told her, his frown not disappearing, only deepening.

“Dada, I'm sorry.” Her lower lip trembled.

She’s missed Bucky so much. She was touch-starved because she hadn't given Steve a chance to come anywhere near her all weekend. She refused to let him hug her, kiss her, or carry her. She was distant and bratty and rude. She needed Bucky's warm touch but he was far too mad at her.

“I'm not the one you should be apologizing to.” Bucky crossed his arms, looking at Steve behind her.

“Uncle Steve, I'm s-sorry,” she mumbled quickly, without even looking at the blond man, moving to hug Bucky again but he still wouldn't let her.

“Dada,” she called, tears leaving her eyes.

“You have to mean it, little one.”

“Daddy, I mean it,” she whined. It frustrated her little heart that Bucky kept calling her little one. He only did that when he was mad at her; too angry to use a pet name.

“Enough lying already!” Bucky raised his voice and she flinched.

“I'm not going to talk to you or touch you until you've made it up to Uncle Steve. Until then I'm gonna pretend I haven't come home and saw what I just saw.” Bucky left her room, walking over to his and slamming the door behind him.

He didn't normally choose to be hard on her; she was his baby doll, but what she did with Steve was just unacceptable. Bucky couldn't let her get away with disrespecting anyone, especially Steve, not after witnessing it all himself.

He'd thought it over on his way home. If he spanked her or took her favourite things away, she'd dislike Steve even more, if not hate him. Bucky couldn't give her more things to blame Steve for or more reasons to refuse him.

“Sweetheart,” Steve called, feeling bad after Bucky left and she stood by the door frame and started crying.

He didn't really want Bucky to punish her; he just wanted to know how to deal with her bratty behavior. He just wanted a way to communicate better. Steve never intended on making her cry. Bucky surprised him with that punishment.

“'S all because of you. I hate you!” She cried harder, throwing herself on her bed to hide her face in the mattress as she sobbed.

Her words broke Steve's heart to tiny pieces and he felt even worse now that Bucky was here. His mouth opened but no words came to him so he closed it again. He gathered her clothes from the floor and hung them back in her closet before leaving her to cry it out, giving her some time.

“I'm so sorry, Steve.” Bucky shook his head, embarrassed by her behavior towards his best friend.

“Hey, it's alright. I know she's a good girl; she just missed you.”

“You know I missed her too but she can't just get away with such stuff,” Bucky sighed, taking another sip from his beer.

“I know.”

“Dada.” She entered the room after a good crying session, rubbing her puffy eyes.

True to his previous words, Bucky didn't answer her, swallowing the lump in his throat with his beer. He couldn't give in.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Steve responded instead, not wanting to leave her hanging, which made her pout in annoyance.

Like him and Bucky had agreed, if she wanted anything she'd have to go to Uncle Steve for it and relearn to use her manners.

“Dada,” she called again and got the same reaction. Bucky pretended he wasn't there.

Tears gathered in her eyes again and she hid her face in her hands and began crying. The sound shook Bucky's heart and he almost broke and forgave her.

“Hey, hey, no, it's alright,” Steve cooed, immediately coming to her side.

He hated this. Once he got her to stop crying he was going to talk to Bucky about calling it off. He didn't care if she was bratty or bad-mannered, he just wanted her happy again.

Steve led her back to her room and sat down on the bed beside her.

“Daddy's never gonna speak to me again!” She sobbed and Steve's heart ached for her.

“Sweetheart, please don't cry.” He gently patted her back.

“Can't you just tell him I said sorry and I mean it?” A pair of teary eyes implored Steve's blue ones.

“I will, but no more tears, okay?” Steve quickly agreed, wanting her to calm down.

“You will?” She wiped at her cheeks and Steve nodded with half a smile, his thumb catching her new tears.

“You'd lie to daddy for me?” Her red eyes widened.

“I'd do lots of stuff for you.” Steve chuckled.

“Like what?” She mumbled, sniffing and wiping her nose before Steve grabbed her a tissue off the bedside table.

“Like let you pour your milk on me and pretend it was an accident.” Steve smiled fondly, dabbing the tissue on her wet cheeks and under her nose.

In that moment as she looked up at the man with tear-filled eyes, her little mind seemed to recall all the ways she'd tortured him all week. She'd disobeyed nearly everything he'd told her and he still didn't hurt her or even raise his voice at her. She'd 'accidently' dumped all the salt in the salt shaker on his dinner. She'd dropped his phone on the kitchen counter multiple times after talking to Bucky, adding to the cracks on its screen. She'd wet him and got soap in his eyes during shower time. She'd constantly knocked stuff out of his hands whenever he held them out for her. She's been a real demon. If it was Bucky he would've punished her in every way in the book. But Steve didn't. He didn't make her pay for any of it and he was ready to lie to Bucky to save her bratty, ungrateful ass from having to endure his silent treatment.

“And then you leave?” She wondered.

She saw Steve's face fall at her question. She really did hate him, didn't she?

“And then I leave.” He still nodded with a kind smile.

“But could you not though?” She whispered, playing with the ends of her mini skirt.

“What?” Steve looked at her in surprise; he must've heard her wrong.

“Don't leave,” she told him, clearer this time, awkwardly extending her hand to touch his.

“Sweetheart-”

“I'm sorry, Uncle Steve,” she started tearing up again in regret, “I didn't mean to be so bad.” She shook her head and cried.

“Aw, sweetheart, it's okay.” Steve hugged her to his side, smoothing a hand on her head.

That was all he needed to hear.

“You know I like you, right?” She asked, sniffing in his shirt and Steve chuckled.

“Yeah?” He asked cheekily and she nodded, silently crying.

“Yeah, you make the best cookies, but don't tell daddy,” she said and Steve chuckled, “I'm sorry.” She cried more.

“I like you too, darling. Don't cry now, we're good.” He assured her, holding her closer to him and gently patting her back.

“So you’ll stay?”

“If that's what you want.” Steve's thumb wiped her tears away as she nodded again.

She wanted to make things up to Uncle Steve like Daddy wanted and Uncle Steve deserved. She wanted to show him she truly was a good girl.

“On one condition though,” Steve said playfully, slipping her hair behind her ear.

She looked up at him, waiting for his next words.

“You let me take care of you like I was supposed to.” Steve's face was serious. It was all he wanted all weekend.

“Okay.” She nodded, smiling tearfully.

How kind was Uncle Steve and how blind was she to not see it!

Steve kissed her forehead and smiled down at her, wiping the rest of her tears away. He adjusted her skirt before they walked back out hand in hand and he sat her down on the couch beside Bucky, who on his turn pretended she wasn't there.

Was Bucky curious about what happened in there? Yeah, he was. But he wasn't about to ask her. He was just glad Steve has got her to stop crying because nothing hurt more than seeing her pretty face all sad and teary.

Steve prepared her snack and came back. He lifted her on his lap and handed her the plate before grabbing the remote to turn on her favourite afternoon show.

“Thank you, Uncle Steve,” she whispered shyly, kissing the man's cheek.

Steve smiled and kissed her temple, rubbing her back as he encouraged her to eat, even feeding her a couple of times and she let him, thanking him every time.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at the scene unfolding beside him but still held back from interfering or interacting with her. He was still mad and she needed to prove herself good again. He bit back a smile, pressing the beer bottle to his lips instead.

As the day came to an end and Steve put her to bed, she was keeping her 'please' and 'thank you's up, using her manners just right and Bucky would secretly, proudly grin every time she did.

“Would you please tell daddy I said goodnight?” She asked Steve, trying not to cry again before bed. She'd wished he'd forgive her by bedtime but he clearly didn't.

“I will, sweetheart. And I'm sure he wishes you a good night too,” Steve pecked her forehead and she smiled.

“Goodnight, Uncle Steve.” She pecked his cheek before resting back, pulling the covers to her chin.

If Bucky was listening, he made no effort to let any of them know.

The next morning Bucky was the same, still giving her a taste of her own medicine. She wanted to cry again but didn't, focusing on fixing things with Uncle Steve, whom she'd been awful to.

“Uncle Steve, please come with me?” She held onto Steve's wrist while he stood with Bucky in the kitchen.

Steve mumbled a 'sure', tilting his head in confusion as he followed the shorter girl.

She sat him on her bed and stood on her tiptoes till she reached her pink piggy bank on the upper shelf on her wall.

She walked to Steve and put the small safe in his lap, “I thought all morning long,”

“What's this, sweetheart?” Steve eyed the object before looking at her.

She smiled sheepishly before shaking the safe left and right in his lap, “to fix Uncle Steve's phone.”

Steve's heart soared in his chest and he remained speechless. She waited for him to take the money but he didn't.

“'S a lot of money. Dada gave me some to keep with piggy every day,” she assured Steve, taking his big hands and wrapping them around the pink safe, wanting him to accept it.

“Sweetheart,” Steve mumbled, setting the piggy bank on the bed before holding her to his chest.

She let herself be squished in his embrace as she stood between his legs, not really understanding what was happening, but at least he wasn't mad at her.

“You don't have to do that.” Steve shook his head before kissing her head.

“But I wanna make it up to you, Uncle Steve. I can't take away the salt in your food or the soap in your eyes or the milk on your pants-” She stopped and pulled back and her smaller hand cupped Steve's cheek, “do you wamme to wash your pants?”

Oh, how precious! She spent her morning thinking about ways to fix what she'd done to him. And she wanted to give him all of her savings to fix his phone. She was even ready to try and clean his pants. She was such a kind little one.

He’d done it. She finally likes him. Steve was beside himself at the progress. This kind of connection with her was all he ever wanted and it made him forget about whatever evil things she'd done during that weekend.

And on the other side of the wall stood a very pleased Bucky.

When they walked back out to the living room, Steve was beaming as he helped her up on his lap. Her body was facing Bucky’s as she leaned onto Steve’s chest. She looked at Bucky and when he looked back she cast her eyes down in shame.

“Come here, doll.” Bucky beckoned, opening his arms for her.

She grinned happily, jumping into them as he lifted her to straddle him. She wrapped her arms around Bucky's neck, burying her face in his shoulders and smelling his scent. Steve smiled, satisfied with their reunion.

Bucky wrapped her up tightly in his arms, pressing a longing kiss to the side of her head, “I missed you too, doll. I missed you so bad.”

“I’m sorry, dada,” she sniffled, clutching Bucky’s shirt.

“I know, doll.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead and let the kiss linger there.

In each others' arms, now both, her and Bucky, were really home.

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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hi bae!!! deku, shoto, denki with an s/o who's like affectionate with all her friends and they get insecure and kinda jealous :( ?? tysm in advance <33

s/o that’s affectionate to friends

character(s) : midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name, L/N = last name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, kinda angsty but there’s reassurance (x reader)

note(s) : another one i kinda held off doing because of it getting buried in the inbox sndjwkd i’m sorry for the delay! i didn’t like how denki’s turned out im so sorry

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midoriya izuku

man already knows that you’re very touchy with your friends, that’s just who you are

heck, i think before you guys started dating, you were touchy to him too! (but even more because,, you like him)

so he shouldn’t be shocked when you link onto kirishima’s arm, or when you jump to give mina a back hug

and most especially, when you poke at bakugou’s cheeks— and he just LETS YOU for some reason

he’s glad that you feel comfortable around people, considering that it’s why you’re even touchy in the first place.

but he can’t help but wonder,, is he doing enough to you? i mean, you basically do the same to him, but added the cheek, lip kisses

and the wonderful words you get to shower him in daily.

not only that, but he does tend to flush up when you try to initiate some sort of physical affection. maybe,, he’s supposed to let you be?

let you do all of that, since it makes you happy? i mean,, he supposes that he’s willing to do that.

izuku’s not a restrictive person when it comes to things like that, so he supposes that he’ll just have to ignore the weighted feeling on his shoulders despite not carrying a thing at that very moment

on the other hand, you couldn’t help but notice a change in izuku. not anything too concerning, of course

but he’d turn a blind eye— whenever you’d initiate physical affection to your other friends. he’d go silent, until it was over

eventually, you overhear a rather heartbreaking conversation between the dekusquad, and izuku himself

“deku! if you’re so down about it, then maybe you should tell Y/N about it! i don’t think they mean any harm.” you could hear uraraka console him

“correct. L/N-kun does not look like the type to be unfaithful. and even if they were, that would’ve been unacceptable behavior!”

and through out the discussion on how izuku could confront you, his s/o— he speaks abruptly

“i mean.. if Y/N is happy with being physically affectionate with their friends then,, i can’t stop them.” he says sadly, but it breaks your heart knowing that you’ve caused him to sound like this

“plus, i’m sure they have a reason to be acting that way, right?” you didn’t think how your affectionate attitude would have its effects on him

so, the next time you saw your boyfriend, you had a talk with him

“hey, honey!” he’d greet you with the usual demeanor, as if he didn’t just talk about his feelings “how are you? sorry that i was a little late, i was talking with the others!”

you smile, accepting the reason (since it’s true) “izuku, can you be honest with me?”

and this statement shocks him for a bit, “oh uhm,, yeah i can! did i do something wrong?” he scoots next to you, waiting for your reply

“does me being physically affectionate towards my friends make you,, uncomfortable?” you inquire, as straightforward as you could

he’s silent for a bit, which makes you speak again “you can be honest, it’s okay. you’re not in any trouble, zuku.” you ruffle his hair softly for comfort

then, he finally answers. “uhm,, uncomfortable isn’t the word. it’s not that i don’t trust you but,,”

“yeah?”

“i don’t trust,, me.”

this statement takes you by surprise, “oh, why?”

“i don’t trust myself that i could make you happy,” he continues “with physical affection, i mean. i understand if you weren’t, i just feel like i’m not giving you enough.”

“i understand though!” izuku continues, “whenever you initiate physical affection, i can’t help but get all staggery and nervous,” he rambles

he sounds normal, sure— but he’s not looking at you, his emerald eyes set in a downcast state

you make him face you, gently grabbing a hold of his shoulders “i’m sorry, zuku.” you press a kiss on his temples

“in truth, yes. i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my physical affection.” you confess, “i’d see that you’d go red whenever i’d initiate something,” you tease, which gives you the exact reaction you’ve wanted

“but then,, i also didn’t think about how you felt about it. i didn’t consider the possibility of you being uncomfortable with it, so i want to apologize for that.” you lean against him, taking his hand and pressing a kiss on his palm

“if you want, i could stop it. there are other ways i could show affection to my friends anyway!” you suggest, but he shakes his head, smiling

“i appreciate it, but you don’t have to.” he reassures, “if it makes you happy then i’ll be happy.”

“is there anything else?”

“just maybe uhm,,” he trails off for a second, before continuing “give me what you give them, but multiply it by 200!” he suggests, his regular self coming back to you

you laugh, leaning forward to kiss him softly, “i love you, izuku. only you. people may receive my affection, yes— but you’re the only one that deserves all of it.”

and with that, the weight on his shoulders is lifted, and he didn’t actually have anything to worry about.

todoroki shouto

despite shouto being sometimes socially ignorant, he is a very observant person when it comes to the person he likes

so the first thing he noticed was your touchy behavior, specifically towards your friends

sure, he’s had some of that physical affection— but it was like you knew him too well. so, he received it less that the others

it doesn’t mean that todoroki disliked your physical affection. during those few times, he did tend to,, not mind it at all, when he’d usually pull them off

and it doesn’t automatically mean that you didn’t like being around todoroki, it was given that he wasn’t very big on being physical

he didn’t care, again— as long as you were happy, but then there would be this tight feeling in his chest whenever you’d run off to do it to bakugou, hugging him leisurely

or even midoriya, sometimes

so, when you guys finally confess to each other— it doesn’t appear that your physical affection towards your peers came to an end

it remained the same, and while he’s the one that received your delightful words, fully devoted love, and time— he can’t help but frown whenever he sees you latch onto kaminari

or when you sit beside midoriya and count all the freckles on his cheeks— the blush on his face being hard to ignore, in your boyfriend’s eyes.

i don’t think shouto’s a jealous person— protective is one thing, and possessive? maybe that one time, he was. but jealous? maybe not.

well, it’s not like he doesn’t trust you to stay loyal and faithful, that’s a different thing. but it’s more like,, he wants for the affection you’re giving to them

needy, that’s the word

early on, (and maybe even before you got together with shouto) it’s been established that shouto wasn’t a biggest fan of physical affection, besides hand holding, and cheek kisses for now

it makes sense to you, especially hearing about his childhood, and his father’s true colors— that are far from anything heroic.

and you definitely respect what he wants— if he wants space, you’ll comply! and if he wanted more, you’ll also be willing to comply!

that’s why you’ve been keeping things just at that— the last thing you want is making shouto uncomfortable, the concept terrifies you

but,, shouto doesn’t exactly know how to tell you that he wants more, more and more— he wants all of your affection

so, what does he do? he tells you in one exact way— he tells you what’s on his mind

and quite bluntly for that matter

the both of you have been sitting in silence for a bit, no words were exchanged. however, glances were sent towards your way

his stare has a different edge to it, as if he had something in particular he wanted to say— mouth gaping open as if he were to speak, but no words come out

“shou,” you call out to him softly, “it looks like you have something to say,” you smile at him, wanting to know what was in that head of his “you can talk to me.”

a minute flies by, and he’s still silent, and you’re about to drop the topic for good— until he finally speaks up “i don’t know what i’m feeling.”

this quirks your interest, “oh, what,, are you feeling?” what he said worries you, since it kinda sounds like he was about to deliver some bad news

“i’m,, not sure myself.” he stares down at his hands “i feel weird, whenever i see you be.. touchy around the others.”

weird, huh? “what kind of weird? could you try to explain? maybe i could pinpoint what you’re feeling.”

“i feel weird, since i haven’t experienced this before,” he breathes in, before he goes on “i feel like i want more, selfishly more. i thought i would’ve been fine with receiving minimal physical affection,”

he turns to you, heterochromatic eyes staring deep into yours “but i’m not fine with it! i want more, like what you give to the others. so that’s why,, it’s weird.”

and it suddenly dawns onto you on what he’s talking about, he’s talking about you being physically affectionate towards your friends and classmates

and how he doesn’t like it.

you frown, scooting next to him “i’m sorry you feel that way, shou.” you fix a stray piece of hair that has been misplaced, hanging near his brow

“i’m glad that you were being honest, and told me,” you cautiously hold his hand, looking at him to detect any discomfort

there’s none

“yes, i’ve been careful. i don’t wish to make you feel weird— in the bad way, and most especially uncomfortable!” he nods in understanding, he adjusts the hold on your hand, choosing to place his hand on top of yours

“and i didn’t.. think about how you would’ve felt about it. i should’ve asked you about it first.” you look at him with meaning, “‘m sorry.”

his gaze softens, and he leans closer— ever than before “it’s alright, love, no need to apologize,”

“that’s just who you are, if you show gratitude and affection with being physical, then that’s okay. i just,, want more— if that’s okay with you.” you nod, laughing softly

“i’ll give you more, if that’s what you wish. i’ll give you everything you want, whatever makes you happy.” shouto presses a kiss on your temple

“so,, does that mean you’re going to.. stop?” he asks— just because he wanted to know

“oh, if you want to, then i will.”

“you don’t have to but.. maybe tone it down?” he suggests, because although the idea of your physical affection towards your friends coming to a halt, is nice he wouldn’t admit that outloud

he doesn’t want you to stop, if that’s how you show gratitude to your friends. so, toning it down’s the best option

“i will,” you smile, “only high fives, pats on the back, and quick hugs, from now on!”

the statement makes him smile, a genuine one— he’s just glad that his concerns have a resolve now. man was just really touch starved, couldn’t blame him

kaminari denki

it took a while for him to actually start being concerned

i mean— dude’s practically the same as you. have you seen him play with ojirou’s tail? he always finds himself touching someone

whether it’d be him poking bakugou’s spiky head of hair (until he’d scream at him) or him resting his elbows on kirishima— he’s always touching someone

so, he understands if you’re going to be touchy feely with others. he actually finds it quite cute when you show your endearing side to your friends with touch (without crossing boundaries of course)

so, it was okay keyword : was

until you slowly started kissing your friends on the cheek— and it erupted,, something from within

it was so casual, that he had to process what just happened— following it up with a smile, to play it off.

he feels bad for feeling iffy about it, honest! he doesn’t have a reason to distrust you, so this feels all,, wrong for him

the gesture was definitely a gradual process. it wasn’t like you just randomly started to kiss people on the cheek— and it wasn’t like you were depriving him

so this made him think harder than he has ever thought before. maybe you were getting tired of being affectionate to him only, so you moved away from that?

or maybe you were tired of HIS affection?

maybe you were giving people affection, because they deserved it, and he didn’t? if this was the case, denki can’t complain.

denki knows he’s not smart like iida, or serious like bakugou.

but even to denki, all of that is a stretch. he’s just laying out all of the possible reasons— rational or not

and before he realized it, you knew that there was something up

denki; utterly afraid of losing you, switches from super affectionate to being isolated in his room— every single day

this is his way of experimenting with your reactions

even the bakusquad didn’t know what was up so,, yeah. there must be something bothering him.

you’re given a few ideas as to why kaminari might be acting this way, and the exact idea popped into your mind

you made him insecure

and you instantly felt bad— yes, you give all of your friends cheek kisses, and you give them to your boyfriend too!

but you didn’t realize that you would’ve potentially harmed him in the process. so, you sought out to talk to him

“hey babe,” it was just in time, your boyfriend enters through your door, “i was looking everywhere for you, you won’t believe it! i would’ve evaporated if i had to endure bakugou’s screaming one more time!”

“i was looking for you too,” you smile, ushering him to sit on your bed, “listen, i want to talk to you.”

“oh,”

“don’t worry, denki. you’re not in any trouble,” you reassure, “i just want to apologize”

it’s his turn to be confused “what? why?”

“let me ask you one thing, how do you feel about me giving people affection?”

he swallows harshly, but answers truthfully “i like it a lot, babe! i do find it cute.” he smiles, but you’re not fully convinced that his statement made it’s end

“i feel like there’s more i should know.”

“i,, yeah.” he admits, and not very gracefully “it’s— ugh! i’m sorry. i know this is really out of character for me, and i’m sorry that you have to see me feeling like,,”

“you can be honest.” you remind him briefly

“—weird. look, it’s not like your love language is weird to me. i think it’s just me being a needy idiot! and it’s not like i think you’re cheating on me!” he holds his hands up in defense

“but in a way,, i didn’t expect you to do that— you’ve only started doing it recently.”

“so it made you uncomfortable?” you’re preparing for the expected answer, ready for what’s about to be said

“,, if the shoe fits.”

seeing denki in this sort of manner gave you the biggest reality check. yes, you knew that you had something to do with his recent personality change

but you didn’t realize how much it made him question himself.

“i’m sorry, once again” you apologize, “it was wrong of me to assume you were fine with it, i just thought you’d be fine with it since well,,”

“hey, it’s okay,” denki smiles, his mood slightly better “i’m touchy too, i mean,, we both show affection physically! i’m not very surprised that you thought i was fine with it.” he brushes his thumb on your cheekbone

“i mean it, denki. i didn’t realize how much it would’ve affected you. you might not realize it, but i do.”

“it’s fineeee,” he whines playfully when you’re still upset, “Y/N, you’re affectionate, which is a trait i absolutely love. if you’re physically affectionate, that fine.”

“just uhm,,” he trails off, almost awkwardly. “maybe,, don’t bless them with your,, cheek kisses? ugh! omg there was definitely a better way to say that.”

to any other person, that would’ve been awkward— like,, really. but you understood, that’s how much you know about him

“got it, they will be exclusively for you.” you kiss him on the cheek, “thanks for being honest, denki.”

at that moment, denki’s shoulders felt lighter, and he suddenly forgot about why he even felt this way. yes, you still gave people physical affection BUT

denki kaminari still wins 😎 your kisses and ultimate tokens of affection are strictly for him

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years ago

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can’t buy me ~ jimmy smith jr.;8 mile

word count: 1577

request?: yes!

@girl-toxxic "reader and Jimmy are in a relationship not long ago but Jimmy was always in love and they both live in the same place, ok but let's say that reader meets a new friend at work (she is a waitress or can be a babysitter for a rich girl) and this new friend has a lot of money and is very interested in reader and the reader get along well and this makes Jimmy insecure, since reader's friend gives him small gifts and helps him a lot. But you can add something that is more interesting as the boy confesses his feelings to the reader and she rejects him since Jimmy is her great love and he tells her how can she go out with that poor devil ... or something else interesting what occurs to you. And that this ends in a lot of love and smut, bah if you feel comfortable🤗💕💕"

description: in which her new friend keeps trying to make advances through gifts, but her heart belongs to one man

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I walked through the door and made a beeline for the kitchen to throw away yet another gift from my not so secret admirer. The last thing I needed was for Jimmy to see what Mark had give me and to get upset about it.

I worked as a waitress at a bar and grill down the road from mine and Jimmy’s house. The hours were only okay, but the tips more than made up for it, especially after our newest regular, Mark, started dining there and specifically asked to have me as his server whenever he was in.

Mark was in his late 30s, handsome, worked a good job that paid good money. He came in one night after he had a particularly hard shift. He sat at the bar, and it was the night I was working it, so I talked him through his rough day. Next thing I knew, he was coming back and asking for me again. We became friendly, but it took me a little too long to realize he wanted to be more than friends.

I turned the corner and yelped as I realized I wasn’t alone. Jimmy was leaning against the counter, almost like he was waiting for me.

“Hey babe,” I said. “I thought you were at the Shelter with Future tonight.”

His eyes flickered to the gift bag in my hand. “He wanted me to come home. We haven’t had a night together in months.”

“Doesn’t help that we both work late night jobs,” I tried to joke. The bag felt heavy in my hand as Jimmy kept looking at it.

“That rick prick buy you more useless shit?” he asked.

“Jimmy,” I sighed.

“Sorry, I forgot it was okay for some rich jackass to buy my girlfriend expensive gifts.”

He wouldn’t meet my eye. He kept glancing around the kitchen, every so often looking down at the bag in my hand. I dropped everything I was holding onto the floor, including that stupid gift, and raced over to hug him.

“Hey,” I said, softly, resting my head on his chest. “Hey, you know there’s nothing to this. It’s just a guy who doesn’t understand I’m not interested.”

“It’s a guy who has money.”

I lighted my head to look at him. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Jimmy shook his head. “Nothing, never mind.”

I pulled away from him. “No, tell me.” When he didn’t speak, I took his chin in my hand and forced him to look at me. “Jimmy, do you think I’d leave you for someone who makes more money?”

“He’d be able to give you what you deserve,” he responded. “A house, a car, expensive gifts - ”

“We have a house,” I cut him off. “You have a car, and I don’t want expensive gifts. I don’t want materialistic things, I want happiness and love, and that’s what I get with you. You really have nothing to worry about in regards to Mark. You’re the one I’ll always want.”

Jimmy sighed and pulled me close. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll give you that reassurance any day.”

I leaned up to kiss him. He relaxed into the kiss and I leaned into him more.

When he pulled away, Jimmy turned to look at the forgotten present on the floor. “What did that asshole get you this time anyways?”

I picked up the bag and pulled out the box that was inside. Jimmy opened the box to reveal the gold necklace Mark had given me. The pendant was gold to match, and it was my initial.

“I was gonna chuck it when I got home,” I told him. It’s way too flashy for me, it wouldn’t match anything I own.”

“Don’t throw it out. This is, like, real gold. We can sell it for a good chunk of money.”

I smiled. “I like the way you think, Rabbit.”

~~~~~~

The next day, Jimmy had the night off from the Shelter so he drove me to work. He followed me into the bar and grill with the intentions of sitting at the bar for an hour or two before going home. One of my co-workers spotted us as we walked in and gave me a panicked look. I immediately knew what she was trying to tell me.

I saw Mark sat at the bar before he saw me. I was about to turn to Jimmy to warn him when Mark spotted me and rose from his seat. He had a wide smile on his face, until he saw Jimmy behind me.

“Two nights in a row, Mark?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Those wings and nachos are gonna start getting to you.”

“I went to the gym this morning, so it cancels out,” he responded. “Who’s this with you?”

“This is my boyfriend, Jimmy. I told you about him, remember?”

“Oh yeah, the...rapper,” Mark said. I didn’t miss the way he sneered the word “rapper”, and Jimmy didn’t either.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mark shrugged. “Nothing. Just stating a fact that (Y/N) told me. Although, rapping at that rundown warehouse probably doesn’t pay as much as a real job would.”

Jimmy stepped towards Mark, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. “Hey, he’s not worth it. Just go home. Thank you for the ride.”

Jimmy glared at Mark before turning to walk away. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the situation seemed to defuse easily.

And then Matt spoke again, “Yeah, go back to the trailer park, white trash.”

Jimmy snapped and charged at Mark before I could stop him. He knocked Mark to the ground and reared up to hit him. I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled as hard as I could until Jimmy was off of Mark.

“Get out before security gets called,” I told him.

He got to his feet and walked out the door before anything else could happen. Mark was getting to his feet and adjusting his clothes. I was trying to calm myself down as I regarded him.

“Please leave, Mark.”

“Seriously? Your trailer trash boyfriend attacked me, but you’re kicking me out?”

“You provoked him.”

“I wasn’t saying anything he hasn’t heard before, or anything that wasn’t true.”

“Fuck off!” I snapped, my anger finally bubbling over. “You are fucking insufferable! I’ve told you on multiple occasions that I have a boyfriend, that I’m not interested. Most people would take the fucking hint and move on. The way you’ve been acting, especially tonight, is way out of line. I want you to get the fuck out and if I ever see you here again I will contact the authorities and have you charged for harassment.”

Mark blinked, realized I was being serious, and finally left. He muttered some less than ideal names towards me as he walked out the door. I sighed and buried my head in my hands. I was grateful that there wasn’t many customers in the area as all of this went down.

“Hey.” I looked up at my co-worker, who was now in front of me. “Go check on your man.”

I thanked her and quickly walked out the door. I didn’t expect him to still be outside, so I was surprised to see him stood by his car, almost like he was waiting for me to come out.

“Did I get you in trouble?”

I gave him a small smile and shook my head. “No. If anything, you did me a favor. When it became evident that Mark wasn’t taking no for an answer, all of us wanted to ban him from the place entirely, but we weren’t allowed unless he really caused trouble. I think it’s safe to say starting a fight is more than probable cause to make sure he never comes back.”

Jimmy was nodding and rubbing the back of his head. “I probably could’ve handled that better though.”

“I didn’t expect you to handle it any other way,” I said. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Are you okay?”

Jimmy chuckled slightly. “Cocksucker didn’t even try to hit me. Did you see his face when I tackled him? He looked like he shit himself.”

I giggled. “Yeah, he’s definitely not a fighter. He’s too much like a high school mean girl for someone who works an office job and makes as much money as he does.”

Jimmy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him, resting his chin on top of my head. “I’m glad you stopped me. I wouldn’t beat the shit out of him if you didn’t.”

“I would’ve liked to see that.”

We both stood in silence for a while. I buried my nose in Jimmy’s sweater, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne. It made a warm feeling swell inside of me, like a safe feeling. It reminded me of how I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than in Jimmy’s arms, or with anyone else besides Jimmy. No amounts of money, or people like Mark could ever change my mind about that.

“I should actually go to work,” I said, reluctantly untangling myself from Jimmy’s arms. “I’ll see you when I get off?”

“Of course, I’ll come pick you up.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek. I started back towards the restaurant, but paused to turn back to Jimmy. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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angelkurenai · 4 years ago

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Oh baby dear - Chris Evans x Reader

Title: Oh baby dear

Pairing: Chris Evans x Surrogate!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: After a trip that gives the chance to Chris to take a long-overdue break from his job, he comes back home with his mind made up to change his life. And even if it weren’t for the trip itself or meeting you, even though he had no idea if he’d ever see you again, he was determined to not wait any longer. Feeling ready to become a father he starts looking for a surrogate mother, only to end up finding you of all people.

“Son of a guy. You meant it.” brown eyes were wide, and for the first couple seconds no other sound could be heard in the room. It almost felt like the words could echo in the room.

“You're really doing this.” the man's voice was filled with just as much shock as was painted all over his face. At least the woman behind him was more calm, sipping on her drink with an ease that would have been troubling, especially in such a case, if it wasn't known that she had long ago heard the news.

“I wouldn't have brought it up in the first place if I wasn't seriously considering it.” the other man in the room couldn't take his eyes off his friend, trying to gauge his reaction the second it came through. It was bound to be the most honest one, no second thoughts, and he only needed his friends' honest thoughts. Not that, and he was sure of it, the other man would intentionally tell him anything but the truth.

“You- wow.” the shocked expression was still there but there was no mistaking the smile that was slowly but surely appearing on his face “Seems like Evans is finally joining the club, who'd have thought? That's what I call one heck of a year, quickly Scarlett note the date down! It's going to go down in the history books, I tell you. Oh you're in for one hell of a ride, buddy! Wait you knew about this, didn't you?” he turned to the woman but shook his head soon enough “Never mind. You're gonna have to look for a godmother but I do get to be the godfather, right? I really need to start making preparations, nine months are not even remotely enough. I gotta-”

“Take a deep breath and calm down, Robert. That's what you gotta do. Otherwise this kid won't get to meet its one-of-a-kind godfather. And we would never want that to happen, would we?” the woman interrupted his rambling, a teasing smile on her own lips as she noticed Chris himself chuckle.

“Oh goodness forbid that could ever happen.” Chris laughed some more, his chest feeling lighter than it had in the past couple days “And besides that, there has not been a surrogate found just yet. Papers got approved only a day ago, it will take more time than that.”

“You say that as if the second every woman finds out you're on that kind of market, won't volunteer to have your baby. Heck, I know most of them would gladly volunteer to do it the old-fashioned way! You'll see, you will be getting news very soon.” Robert brushed his friend off and got up from his seat, making his way to the mini bar to grab a drink for himself “Which means, I really gotta start preparing everything because a) this is Evans' kid and b) I'm the godfather and it'll get only the best!”

Scarlett couldn't help but laugh, while Chris shook his head with a chuckle, before she added “As you can see, he is going to be more trouble than the kid.” she ignored the look that was shot at her from Robert and kept going “But, speaking of it, I never asked: Did you never really consider adoption?”

“For most of the time that's what I had in mind, yes, but-” he sighed, easing back in his seat “I asked about it and my chances were sadly very low, given my job and everything, not to mention how lengthy of a process it all was. Sebastian was actually the one to suggest it and you know I haven't been able to stop thinking about it ever since. Granted, it is just as hard to find a surrogate who is also willing to be the biological mother but I feel like I have more to hope for this way.”

“You have every reason to be hopeful, I'm sure this will work out just fine. Besides-” she offered her friend a warm smile “There is no other man that I can think of that could be a better father than you. This child will be very lucky.”

“...The part of Robert being the godfather excluded?” Chris added with a smirk, eyeing his friend who narrowed his eyes at him, before both Chris and Scarlett burst into laughter.

“Life isn't perfect, what can you do?” she grinned as she took a sip of her drink.

“I'll try to be the better man, as always, and not comment on any spiteful comments against me. You're just jealous I am going to be the world's best godfather. Anyway, that wasn't what I was going to comment on.” he plopped back on his seat and gave the blue-eyed man a sly smile “Sebastian you say but I'm wondering: was it him or that summer trip to Italy that really prompted you to become a dad? Maybe a certain someone you met there? What was her name...”

“Don't-” it was all he had time to get out, his eyes wide and voice very warning; but there was never any stopping the man when he wanted to speak his mind.

“Ah yes.” Robert grinned widely “(Y/n).”

“What- Who?” Scarlett frowned, tilting her head to the side “How come I haven't heard of her before? I thought you told me everything about Italy.”

“She's nobod-”

“Probably the love of his life. Something like his soulmate. One he talks about a lot in his sleep, hence why I should hold more parties and have you guys over. The info I get is golden. Anyway, think of it as the star-crossed lovers but one where he isn't the Lana Del Rey young and beautiful, you know? Heard she's something like a med or psych graduate or something. So come to think of it all, Italy, soulmates and age difference, this is like another version of Call me by your-”

“And that's it for you. Enough words spoken for one day.” Scarlett said, not hesitating a second to place a hand over the man's mouth who admittedly didn't give up even if his words were only an incoherent mumble after that.

Chris' eyes were wide and there was no mistaking the way he wanted to not talk about it, as if there was some unparalleled sadness that came with the mention of your name, a deep ache and at the same time yearning perhaps because he missed you, just like there was no mistaking the tint of pink that was on his cheeks.

“That's-” he cleared his throat, avoiding looking at his friends in the eyes because he knew how easy it would be to tell that even so many months later the feelings were fresh as much as the day he had to leave, the day he left a part of himself on the airport with you – a part he knew real well he wouldn't get back again, certainly not from any other woman he got to meet. That missing part of him, even if the rest held all the beautiful memories dearly to itself and felt truly blessed, he knew was obvious. It was all on his face that he was missing something, even if he'd gotten so much. And he knew she would see it, it all became so obvious when he thought of you.

He shook his head when he realized he had taken longer than needed to reply “It was way too long ago, I can hardly remember it now. Hell, as if barely anything happened to begin with. She was just-” a lump in his throat, too painful “I made a good friend, a really good friend yes, who helped me see my life in a different way. Helped me make my choice and see the things that really matter. Couldn't keep in contact and yes that's a bit sad but- That's all there is to it, nothing more nothing less.”

Scarlett regarded him for a couple seconds, even as he tried to keep himself busy with getting another drink, before she finally spoke “If you say so.” she nodded her head “At least we now know who we owe this to and who to thank for our family growing, don't we?”

“Then-” Robert's smile was softer, yet also sad, as he raised his glass a bit “Let's drink to that, if not your baby just yet. To (Y/n)?”

“To (Y/n).” Scarlett nodded her head “For helping you make the best decision of your life, wherever she may be now.”

Chris hesitated, the unspoken truth of you not only being the one to help him make the decision but also be part of that decision, part of the family he wanted to build, was ready to break free from his lips but he held it back “Wherever she may be.” he said in a low hoarse voice, raising his glass as well “To (Y/n).”

He had not allowed himself to say your name in a long time and thinking back to it, the effect had been evident not only in his chest, in his heartbeat, but also in his lips, how painfully strange it felt when all he had been doing was think about it for months to no end, down to his throat that closed up with emotion. And he had allowed himself to say it not only so that he would make sure his friends would drop the subject but also because it had been a long time, he felt the need to and he knew that he wouldn't get the chance to do so, not anytime soon for sure.

And yet, only seconds ago, the name had left his lips for the second time in barely a couple days.

His brain could barely keep up with the fact, all the information he had to currently process seemed to make things even harder. Saying your name this time certainly had the same effect, his throat closed up and his heart leaped to his throat, but it felt like it was for an entirely different reason. He blinked several times, trying to make sure that what he was seeing was also true, to make sure that it wasn't wishful thinking and that him holding his breath had not reduced the levels of oxygen to a point where he couldn't even see straight. Truth be told, he felt pretty lightheaded.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n).” he repeated your name for the third time, the third time in only a couple days his mind nearly screamed at him, but it didn't feel the same this time.

“Yes, I would say she seems like one of the most, if not the most, suitable candidate for you case.” the woman behind the desk gave him a warm smile but his brain was still currently stuck on the word 'candidate'.

“I'm sorry. There seems to be some misunderstanding here and I- I don't know whose part it is on, but-” he licked his lips, trying to swallow over the lump in his throat “When you say- What you're trying to say- I'm sorry.” he shook his head and let a couple seconds to pass in silence; he knew she wouldn't ask before him.

Taking a deep breath he decided to speak, even if his voice was hoarse he hoped she could make out the words “Candidate for what?”

The woman frowned a bit but it was gone faster than it could register, as she spoke in a calm voice “Your case. To be not only the surrogate you are looking for. See, her current, and according to her permanent from now on, residence is in New York City and very close to the residence you have listed as your permanent one. It is important, you understand, if we take into consideration that she will be the biological mother of the child. You might want the child to be able to stay in touch with her, and vice versa, so the close proximity does help. Of course that is always up to you, but in most cases we've seen it hap-”

“When did she sign up for this?” he asked, barely able to keep himself to wait for her to finish her sentence.

“Pardon?” she blinked and only then he realized how he might have sounded.

“You're right. I apologize, that came out as wrong.” he cleared his throat again “What I mean is... does she know who I am? That she- she's signing up to be a surrogate for my child.”

“Every surrogate must be informed, of course, of you as you are informed of her. She too must know whose child she will carry, don't you think it's fitting? But if you are uhm-” she hesitated “Concerned about other children, then, you need not worry. It's not my place to say this but it seems like-” she smiled a bit, almost knowingly “That you have already chosen, so I believe it wouldn't really be against any rule to say this. Consider it an extra bit of information.”

'Seems like you have already chosen.' would be a vast understatement. It was like every cell in his body was screaming 'Yes', chanting it over and over again that he was seriously worried he might have projected it somehow. He could barely control the words that came out of his lips anyway. If anything, the second he had come across the file with your name he had been glued to it, his eyes and all of his attention orbiting around the single file as if he was Earth and you were his Sun. Not far from the truth either.

But it also must have shown- No scratch that. He was sure it had shown because he had done no effort to hide it, too stunned and happy and eager and giddy and blessed and so many other things, to try to hide it. And she had clearly noticed.

“So, no, she has not mothered another child. As a matter of fact, Miss (Y/l/n) is doing this for the first time.” the woman leaned back in her chair “She came to us with the belief that there was too much sadness out there and, amongst other things, she decided to do this little one thing to help someone out. To make someone happy. I believe she didn't really have any further expectations out of this, no further plans, other than wanting to do some good. We only informed her of your case and she said she'd like to help, nothing else.” she shrugged softly “For any further reasons behind her choice you could ask her, I suppose. If you do think she could be the right choice to be the mother of your child, then-”

“She is.” he said, maybe a little too fast, but he didn't care. He didn't find a single part of him that cared for how eager he looked at the prospect of you being the mother of his child. Granted, it wasn't exactly how he'd imagined it but it was so much more than he ever thought he'd get, of what he thought he deserved, when he had told you goodbye that summer.

He cleared his throat again, trying to straighten his back and look as formal as he should in the suit he was wearing. He offered her a small smile “She is the right one. I think I've decided. I-” he paused, glancing at the pile of files and therefore other candidates which he had absolutely not even taken a glimpse at and he hoped she wouldn't comment on it “I've thought things through, yes.” because no man could make such a decision so hastily, he knew, and yet he looked like he just had “I'm glad for all the candidates it means a lot but uhm Miss (Y/l/n) seems to be indeed the right one. I think she will do just fine yes.”

“Wonderful.” she smiled more, nodding her head “If it means anything, she seemed happy when she was presented with your case.” oh if only she knew just how much it really meant to him, ask his wildly-beating heart and everyone would know just how much “Now, you understand that while you seem pretty sure and confident with your choice, you will have to give it some more time, more than anything to get in touch with the surrogate herself and discuss through any specific terms you might have. We will be the ones to set a meeting. Of course there are legal issues that need to be taken care of, but you're a lawyer yourself so you probably know that better than anybody else already.”

“Y-yes uh of course, yes, legal terms. Mr Wilson will represent me on the matter of course. But you said-” he folded his hands over his lap and threaded his fingers and it was either that or let his nerves show “Meeting her? Will I get to meet her in person soon or...?”

“That, Mr Evans, is completely up to you, how ready and sure you are, how much time you need and how fast you want things to progress.” she said as if she'd had this conversation many times over and she probably had “It could be within a week, a month, or, if you have no doubts, within three days the soonest possible. So, do you need time to think over-”

“The soonest possible. I'd like-” he nodded his head, straightening his suit's jacket “I think it would be best if I could meet with her the soonest possible. She's just what I was looking for.”

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