#and that mostly starts to happen when his work hours start to conflict with the times where his sister is at home and he dosen't want to

[hereforajohnnyknoxvillefanfic]

I haven't read anyone mentioning this yet, but Mike would fuck somebody while there is something playing in the background (if it's not music, then it is the tv or something else that can help him distract himself from his own thoughts and just lose himself to the act of having sex)

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy

Synopsis: Damian presented as an alpha, to everyone's despair. He announced he found a mate, to everyone's skepticism. You're the perfect omega, to everyone's delight.

Pairing: Yandere!Alpha!Batboys X Gn!AFAB!Omega!Reader

Tw: 18+ pwp; noncon/dubcon smut; noncon drugging; creepy batfamily members feeling attracted to Reader when they were still 15, but nothing sexual or romantic between them happens until they're 18; this chapter is mostly Damian x Reader; ABO, Reader is an omega, all the batboys are alphas; Heat symptoms; Damian and Reader are 15 at first, when the smut happens they're 18, Tim is three years older than them, Jason is five years older, Dick is 10 years older and Bruce is on his 40s; Implied future gangbang? They want to share Reader (polyamory) but right now the real action is just between Damian and Reader; Loss of virginity on both parts; Implied that Damian is also inexperienced on kissing and Reader knows a little more about that; Fingering!R receiving; Slight schoolgirl/boy/person!Reader; Reader wears lipgloss, nail polish and earrings; Omegas breasts produce milk during heat; Some breastfeeding; Breeding kink; Handcuffs; The word ‘rape’ is used twice; Lots of crying; Nipple play; Dirty talk; Slight voyeurism; Unprotected sex; Negative and selfdeprecating thoughts; Claiming ownership (biting); English isn't my first language.

Word count: 4,7k

Requested? No.

Extra notes: Planning on making one pwp chapter for each batboy, and then a last one with no smut. Also, I think I'm gonna start posting on AO3 since the tw are getting worse...

General masterlist | To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy - Series masterlist

Damian was territorial, dominant and temperamental since the family had known him. Maybe he was born like that, maybe he wasn't, they couldn't know, so, what they most hoped for was that those were just personality traits, maybe coping mechanisms, and the puppy would present as an omega or beta one day, and then maybe the hormones would make him calm down. It was a small possibility, but one could only dream, right?!

Well, those hopes were crushed when, at his fifteenth birthday, Damian woke up growling at the mix of strong alpha scents stinking his room, his territory, and started pacing inside there, not allowing anyone but the old beta Alfred to come in.

He calmed down after a couple of hours, came out of his room to eat breakfast, assessed and scented the rest of his territory (everyone's territory, really, the manor was the family’s home), and maybe humor his inner alpha by subjugating the rest of the pack. It didn't work, obviously, they were all mature alphas who went through puberty already and knew how to (mostly) manage conflict with a newly-turned alpha who still smelt like milk and was just overwhelmed with hormones.

After a full belly, it was decided he shouldn't have to go to school for the first few days (something the teenager was happy with), to learn to control his mood and impulses, visit a specialized doctor to be sure what kind of suppressants were better suited for his organism, and so he could go through his first rut in peace.

A few days later, Damian went back to school, nose itching from some not-so-pleasant alpha scents, some weak beta scents, some sugary omega scents, and a lot of milky scents coming from most students, especially unpresented puppies.

He wondered how adults live like this, if he would just get used to it, and it wouldn't bother him so much one day. One thing was to feel the smell of flowers or food, another thing was to feel people’s pheromones. But his train of thoughts were halted when he felt you.

Not even inside the classroom yet, but he could sniff you out and find you if he wanted to. Strong, yet suave, soft. Strawberries. And milk. It made his whole body shudder and tremble. Now he knew why his family occasionally asked where the delicious scent stuck to his clothes came from. Now he knew why alphas turned their heads and stared at you so much when you both were walking around. It was all you. His best friend.

Damian stared openly and unconsciously, while you made your way to him none the wiser and sat down at his side, and he almost got annoyed when, at first, you didn't seem to notice his new presentation, as if you didn't even acknowledge him as an alpha yet. But then you turned and stared at him strangely.

— Dude, why’re you staring so mu- Oh. — You blinked, finally having realized where the new musky scent was coming from. — You're lucky you smell good. My neighbor smells like feet.

When he came home, he announced he had an omega.

Obviously, that left everyone bewildered as to what he meant by that, it was impossible for during his first day back outside as an alpha, he already had a mate. But he didn't have to explain much for them to understand, the scent on his clothes was enough proof as to why he wanted you for himself.

After that, Damian invited you to hang out with him at the manor for the first time. It caused a reaction in everyone, and all of them were home, of course they were, Damian wanted to show off his future mate, and you had to meet the family, since he single-handedly decided you were going to join their pack already.

As you walked past each door on the way to Damian's room, everyone had a reaction.

The old beta and grandfather, Alfred, was very polite and nice, he smelt like tea. He smiled more freely with how sweet you were, amused by Damian's clear crush.

Next, you passed Dick by the gym, he smelt spicy, and his door was open, so he could peek better to satiate his curiosity when Damian's crush arrived, yet, he didn't expect to almost fall from his stretching position when he finally took a whiff from your sweet scent for the first time, instead of just the faint and weak thing that occasionally got stuck on Damian's clothes and hair. He managed to look mostly presentable even though he almost sprinted to the corridor to meet you. Dick was even more pleased to see you were beautiful, even in your modest school uniform. He forced himself to hold back and stay in the gym when Damian decided the interaction took long enough, and pulled you to keep walking.

Jason was next, he was in the library. His scent was thick. Woody. He coughed around his drink when he felt your scent, and Damian rolled his eyes at him. Jason’s whole body froze when he saw how soft you looked, clearly an omega. He noted that you looked older than fifteen, but Jason knew you were just a couple of months older than Damian, and you still smelled like milk. His attraction to you bothered him because he couldn't ignore your still-milky scent, and he was already imagining how you would smell like when you fully reached maturity. Your hair was shiny and looked soft, like clouds and cotton-candy. He wanted to stick his nose there and hug you. You looked the perfect company for a nap (and more). Damian quickly steered you away to keep walking.

Next was Tim, he was in his room, and he smelt like peppermint. He always kept the door closed, but during your visit, it was open wide, due to his curiosity to meet you, everyone knew that. Tim snapped his eyes away from his computer when he felt you, and stared at you wide-eyed when you appeared. You didn't even come inside, Damian didn't want to feel your scent coming off of Tim's room to haunt him every time he walked past that door for the next days. It would definitely make him want to kill his brother. Tim tried to burn your image to his brain to the smallest details. He noted the color of your nail polish, your earrings, the thing dangling from your backpack, the shine and rosiness of your lip gloss. Tim specially liked your soft-spoken voice, and it bothered him how polite, neutral and distant it was, because clearly you both didn't now each other, you were just there as Damian's friend, meeting his older brother for the first time, and just wanted to go hole up inside Damian's room as soon as possible to avoid the weird interaction.

Soon, your wishes came through, and you spent the next few hours there with Damian basically teaching you everything and doing your homework. It was a new behavior, he never did that out of instinct before, some people asking him for help would annoy him, others, like you, he would calmly help out of the hidden kindness in his heart, but he never took initiative before. You brushed it off as just new alpha behavior and just used his either gentlemanly or condescending behavior, if it meant you could gain things out of it and be lazy.

At dinner, you finally met his father. Bruce Wayne was the alpha of a pack full of alphas and a beta. His himbo and playboy persona gave you the impression that he wasn't the most dominant alpha around, but you were proven wrong when you felt his sandalwood aroma and saw his towering frame. His personality was the same you saw on the TV, though, pleasant like a TV host or just a popular guy. On the inside, he was fixated with you, ignoring your milky childish scent and your school uniform. He wanted you around the house more. God knows how much a bit more of softness could help the family’s dynamic. Maybe that was what was missing, an omega around the place. Like you. Actually, it could be you. He thought about convincing Damian to stick to living in the manor even after you were both married adults. Or you could be Bruce’s when you were of age. Wait, how old were you?

Alfred drove you and Damian to your place after everything was done, all the alphas with a heavy heart, bothered that you had to go, that you couldn't spend the night with them yet. Even if you were already theirs.

It took a lot to convince Damian to share you, but eventually, he begrudgingly agreed, they were a pack, after all, not just a family, they stick together, take care of each other and of each other's interests. Having something that wasn't just vigilantism in common would be good bonding for them, and the closer a pack could get, the better. That he knew. A pack sharing someone wasn't exactly unheard of either.

After that, Damian started inviting you to the manor more often. Almost every week you were there. Your parents started saying that Damian probably was interested in you, but you laughed it off, never thinking an alpha like him would be interested in an omega like you.

The family made the best of that time to get you used to them, to their dynamic, and to make you feel at home, safe, trustful. They also wanted your scent to get stuck everywhere. To get to know you. To learn everything about you. To make plans.

When Damian's 18 birthday came, you were already legally an adult too, and they invited you over, saying it was a birthday party. When you got there, the party consisted in only you and the family.

The conversation was nice.

They put drugs on your piece of cake that simulated an out of cycle heat.

It started with fatigue.

Then fever.

Your eyes got blurred.

You thought you were getting sick, and just planned on taking cold medicine when you got home.

The alphas were slowly coming closer and circling you, unnoticed.

You felt weird in your intimate parts, maybe you needed to pee.

You stood up, but your knees were weak, and you almost fell, if it wasn't for Dick, who caught you mid-air.

All scents became clearer when your eyes locked. You wondered what the look on his face meant, confused.

You felt their excitement, and arousal. And you felt something poking your thigh.

You felt your own underwear getting wet.

You asked them to take you home, but they denied. That made you feel antsy, so you tried searching for your phone to call your parents to pick you up, but you couldn't find it. It got especially hard when Damian picked you up and started walking up the stairs with you.

— It's okay, omega. You're okay with us. I’m going to take care of you… — Your hands trembled when he purred the word ‘omega’, mumbled those words, and nuzzled the side of your head with his nose, taking a deep breath from your sweet strawberry scent, and faint sex smell, due to the wetness between your thighs. No longer any hint of milk anymore, since you already reached maturity just a couple of months before him, and now he also didn't smell like puppy anymore.

— N-No… D-Dami… W-Where are you taking me? What a-are you gonna do? … I wanna go home… I’m not feeling good… — You whimpered and tried to weakly move out of his hold, it didn't work.

— You are home, beloved. And I’m going to help you feel better… With my knot. — Your eyes widened. — I will fuck you real good and fill you with my semen. I know it is your first time, it is mine too. But do not worry, your heat will make it painless and you will be satisfied with me. — You whimpered higher, your omega was preening, crying for a knot, your pussy squeezing hard, but your mind knew it was wrong. Clearly something was wrong. Why was no one helping? Couldn't they see you were caught by surprise with your heat and were saying no to him? Why were they looking at you like that? A cough coming from somewhere seemed to snap Damian out of it, like he remembered something. — Ah, right. And then, you will receive father’s, and my siblings' knots. I will go first since it’s my birthday and I claimed you first. — Damian blushed, despite his smug tone. 

You cried for help, at first, it came out weak, as your omega didn't want to make something the alphas would disapprove of, but the closer you got to the room they designated for the moment, the reality of what was coming was overtaking your instincts. Especially after your belly started to hurt at being empty of seed.

The alphas only shushed you, and you helplessly watched as Tim handcuffed one of your hands to the bedpost as soon as Damian laid you down on the nest they made for you, and Dick and Jason each started taking your sneakers off. Bruce was standing a few feet away from the bed, Alfred at his side. The oldest alpha’s eyes were glued to your laid down figure, hungry and serious. Darker than you had ever seen. You've never been more scared of him before. He occasionally commented something to Alfred, that you vaguely registered as instructions, that also started being given to his children.

You weakly tugged at the handcuff and tried to sit up at the same time, but Damian pushed himself between your legs, and held you down by the waist. Dick and Jason held your legs open to accommodate him better, and your overwhelmed brain barely noticed their hands also rubbing your ankles and thighs. You've never felt more aroused and more scared your whole life. 

Alfred exited the room to start doing Bruce's orders, and he kept watching. Tim, who had disappeared out of your line of sight for a second, came back holding a long, shiny and glinting pair of scissors. You tugged harder at the restraints and tried to push your body up to get away, thinking he was going to hurt you, but he just purred at you to calm you down, unfortunately, it worked, and your pussy tightened when Damian hissed at feeling your center pressing against his hard cock, when you pushed your hips up and against his. You could feel him poking your underthigh, only the clothes separating you.

— It's okay, omega, I’m just cutting off your clothes, it's gonna be easier to strip you that way. — Tim said soothingly, while purring and almost cooing at you. Your eyes widened when he said that, and actually started cutting your shirt open, until Dick was able to pull the ruined fabric off from under you. 

All three alphas started purring at seeing your braless torso, chest already swelling with milk and nipples darkened. Omegas body produced milk when they had a puppy to feed, or during heats, and ruts, when an alpha was in a rut, and the omega was helping them, because the body understood it was a rough period, where a lot of energy was spent and not much nutrition came, since both were too busy procreating and too weak to go searching for food, so the milk was a lot helpful in those moments. There were even historical moments where that skill was useful in other contests, when the economy got so bad that most packs were starving, and the omegas of the pack helped them survive with milk.

Damian bit his lips and brought his right hand up to your left breast, squeezing it softly. Everyone was entranced, watching a single drop of milk come out, the breast not full yet. You arched your back, it felt good, so good that for a moment you forgot why you wanted to get away. Damian also didn't help your train of thought when his thumb started rubbing your stiff nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through your body and forcing your eyes closed. You forced yourself not to make a sound.

You snapped out of it when you felt Tim cutting your pants and underwear off. Your eyes widened at the feeling of being exposed and the almost cold air that made your hair stand. Your legs trembled and you felt Dick and Jason's hands working, uncoordinated pads of fingers dancing across the inside of your thighs. 

Your arousal’s scent freely infastated the room now, and half of them growled, in exception of Bruce and Tim, who were keeping themselves more calm and collected. 

— It's time to go now, let Damian and (Y/N) have their moment. — Bruce announced and you watched as Damian smirked, then you hid your face, sobbing against the pillow. He cooed at you while his other hand went down between your legs and started rubbing slow circles while pressing against your clit.

Dick sighed.

— Take care of them, Dami. Have fun and enjoy. — Dick patted Damian's shoulder, but you weren't sure the alpha above even noticed you, too busy gazing at you and your body, enjoying how warm and wet you were. 

— Yeah, remember to do what we taught you, baby bird. — Damian only hummed at Jason's comment, and leaned down, pressing his chest to yours. He brought his mouth to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and started leaving a trail of kisses up your neck, and under your jaw.

It was your first time feeling someone doing this, when you read fanfics and books, you never thought this could feel good like the writing always described, but it actually did, and you hated that you liked it, crying harder against the pillow and hoping his lips weren't moving closer to your face because he wanted to kiss you. You felt his nose sniffing your scent gland.

Tim hummed.

— Be careful with them, and don't take too long, everyone wants their turn. — Tim warned softly and was the last to exit the room, closing the door, but not locking it.

Damian’s warm breath huffed against your neck.

— Finally alone… — Damian whispered with a hoarse voice that made your hair stand. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes harder.

— Please, let me go… You don't have to do this, I won't tell anyone- — Your sentence was cut short when one of Damian's long and thick fingers invaded your entrance delicately. Your mouth opened on a silent scream, and the alpha watched you with lust in his eyes.

— Beloved… Omega… You will come to like this, I promise you that… — He sucked a faint hickey on your scent gland. His right hand started exploring the rest of your body, fumbling and squeezing the softer parts he found out he liked the most. You couldn't control your panting and small moans when his finger curled upwards inside you, touching your sweet spot. 

— D-Dam-... A-Alpha… — You arched your back when he started fingering you faster, your sensitive walls milking a single finger, crying for a thick knot, thirsty for his seed, your womb empty of puppies. 

— See… — He kissed your cheek. — We barely started, and yet… — Another kiss, closer to your mouth. — You're already dripping and earning for my knot… — Your lips met, it didn't seem like he had much experience, maybe it was his first kiss? Either way, you knew a little more about what you were doing, and he quickly learned. In just a few minutes, he was dominating your mouth. The younger alpha gave a slow bite to your lips when a second finger joined the first in fucking you, wet noises eccoing around the room.

You gained some clearance after a few moments, when he took his fingers off. You whined, not knowing if it was to plead him not to rape you, or because you wanted his cock stuffing you as soon as possible. You tried to force your head away from his, and he relented, pausing the kiss, but only to start taking his own clothes off. If your face wasn't already hot from the fever and arousal, you knew it would be now, feeling shy with everything new that was happening and his naked body, and surprised that you never once noticed his muscles before. 

While afraid, you peeked down and saw his hard and bobbing dick, it was thick and above average, but not too much. Not too much for someone who wasn't a virgin like you were, that is.

You tried to sit up, to get away from him in a bolt of strength you didn't have until now, fighting your omega with as much as you could. But it proved to be no help, as it punished you by making your belly tug and hurt twice more. Your torso fell down on the bed again, powerless by pain, numbness, and the restraint around your wrist.

Damian only cooed, still kneeling above you and between your legs. You cried. You didn't feel his calloused hands holding and caressing your hips, but you felt the blunt wet tip against your entrance. You were ruined.

Your parents would hate you. They would say it was your fault for ignoring their warnings and shoving yourself inside a home full of alphas with no omega. They would kick you out of the pack. And if the Wayne's did good on their word of raping you one after the other, you would probably get pregnant, as you weren't on birth control. That is, if they didn't kill you or kept you hostage in their basement. And even if your pack wanted to, they wouldn't be able to do anything to get justice for you, as the Wayne's were much more influential and rich. You were only going to the same school as Damian because your parents worked as teachers there, for god's sake. You were doomed. And if they decided to mark you…

You cried harder, ashamed of being so aroused now and so dumb all along. For the first time, you hated being an omega.

But all those self-deprecating thoughts were muffled when he finally invaded you. It was slow, gentle, testing how things felt. Damian heaved a breath and buried his face on your neck, breathing your scent deep. It felt amazing, for the both of you. You were so deep in your heat that of course it wasn't going to hurt at all, silly you. Those alphas were right, they are always right. They can take care of you.

— … More… Please, I want more… — You moaned and tried moving your hips against his, forcing his cock to push against your walls faster. Damian's head snapped up, looking at you with interest and lust. You were already cockdrunk, as he was pussydrunk, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.

He bottomed out with more hurry, after pulling in and out twice to test if you really weren't in pain. He moaned deep against your face before shoving his lips against yours again, while he thrusted his hips. The alpha found the perfect rhythm while pulling almost all the way in and out, in a steady dance. Your moans got louder by the second, your inner omega happy with all the attention you were receiving.

Your free hand shot up to rest on his back, nails digging his scarred skin, not knowing what to do. Damian's hips gradually grew in force, until the bed was shaking and softly hitting the wall. The sound of your hips colliding and your wetness clear as day didn't bother you, as you only started begging for the alpha. To be owned. To be knotted. To be breeded.

— See how I take care of you… — He kissed down your collarbone, murmuring against your skin. — Make you feel good… — One of his hands slid down to grip your thigh, pulling your leg up, purposefully looking for a deeper angle to ravish you. You gasped as he found it, and his thrusts got harder. You mumbled a bunch of agreements to whatever he was saying, you just wanted his knot! — You're my omega now, our omega now… — He softly bit your pouting nipple, being considerate as to not hurt the sensitive and swelling area. Your hand trembled on his back and shot up to pull his hair in an overwhelming wave of pleasure. He pulled weakly at your nipple with his teeth scraping the nerves on the area, until he let it go. — We will stuff you full of cum everyday and every hour… — His lips trailed down your ribs, but the position didn't allow him to go further down. He wanted to leave kisses on your whole body, and now he could do that, because now you weren't escaping them. He growled, resigning himself to traill his lips up through the space between your breasts. Your body trembled with the sound. — Fuck you real good… You will never have to beg, omega, we will spoil you with everything you need, everything you want… — His huge hands trailed up your body until they reached your chest. He squished them for a moment, enjoying how soft they were, and how pliant you were, looking straight into your dazed cockdrunk eyes. Imagining how your perfect pups will look like. Milk started coming out in small drops, so silent that he only noticed when it was dripping down his hand. His eyes shot down to assess the view and his knot started growing at the sight of your swelling breasts and darkened nipples, giving up milk for him, for him, so soft his fingers were digging and moulding the flesh, all while they were dancing up and down, bouncing, seducing him. You were seducing him. You were stunning, ravishing, perfect without even trying. He was happy his pack was the one tying you down to them, he wanted to kill someone just for thinking that someone else could have you like this. — … And you will give us everything we want…

He tentatively, almost hypnotized, leaned down and sucked your stiff nipple between his soft lips, sucking a small amount of milk inside, letting It rest on his tongue for a moment, savouring the taste, before swallowing.

You were sensitive, with a dull ache, but his suckling helped with the pain and sent waves of flickering pleasure against your body. You could feel him forcing his knot with each thrust to fit inside you as it gradually grew, and gasped, whimpering pleas for more. Begging him to keep going and stuff you full. You were both getting close to orgasm. Damian shut his eyes hard, overstimulated with the growing pleasure. He let go of your breast when he started feeling his canines getting more protruded, itching to bite your neck and claim you, his eyes also getting brighter, his inner alpha waiting to take ownership over you. Strip you off the life you had before. Forcing you to subjugate, until the smallest cells in your body knew who you belonged to.

He didn't hold himself, of course, and your first mark soon made home above your collarbone, your souls locking together and the intimacy going to an extraordinary level when you reached the peak of pleasure in tandem, while his knot swelled and made you stuck together, stopping any drop of cum from going to waste.

Every single drop was forced to stay inside of you, and Damian lifted your almost limp head, you both drunk, still coming down from the waves of pleasure, and forced your lips against his neck, his scent gland, and you, whose omega and heat had taken over since the moment his cock invaded you, didn't hesitate to mark him back, locking the bond completely.

— Good omega, good omega…

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[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt. Adult!Danny x Sleep-deprived!Constantine: We seem to have a misunderstanding.

Warlock was willing to admit that the Phantom’s company was mostly useful and not unpleasant. Because of the specifics of his work they had to meet quite often. It was nice to be at least a little sure that you wouldn’t get stabbed in the back. The new ghost king seemed to be amused by the World of the Living and that was quite useful. In addition, the Infinite Realms had a history of endless conflicts with Hell, so when demons was messing with him, Phantom was happy to put sticks in their wheels.

However, the current enemy of the League was another alien. Both John and Phantom happened to be nearby. But it seems ghost had no reason to help Hellblazer now, as this fight had nothing to do with his kingdom. Given that Batman had explicitly instructed John to stay on the battlefield, it seemed that if John Constantine wanted to count on a weekend, he would have to use his trump card now.

Constantine: In view of the urgency of the situation, I would like to make a proposal. Life offers many challenges. I know I can meet them if you're willing to face them with me. In the spirit of saving time..[holding up a ring] This is for you. You in?

Phantom: I..I don’t know, John. I mean i want to say yes but It’s all so sudden. Please gimme some time to think, okay? And let me help to deal with these invaders first and then we’ll talk about it.

John: ..Sure?

~~~~~

Tucker: Whoa crazy battle dude. John: Civilians are not allowed here. Danny: It's all right. We were going to meet at a cafe, but now, well, there is no cafe. I mean, he's with me and not so civilian, okay?Ehem..John, meet my best friend Tucker. Tucker, meet my..Em, this is John, and he's kinda my John. It's new for us.

Damn. He was in a hurry and offered more than he should have. It turns out the ghost had an interest in protecting the city. It is unlikely that he would allow the destruction of the place where one of his humans lives.

And worst of all, Phantom did not accept the ring (for which John had to hunt for several months) as payment. Constantine got it specially in case he needed a favor or a way to calm the anger of the spirit he was starting to get along with. Like, really, John spent a fair amount to own the artifact which would have neutralized the consequences of wearing a ring of rage. But Ghost didn’t want it? Why? And yet he helped. So John was in debt.

And how it's all at a bad time. The peace treaty and the treaty of cooperation between the States and the Infinite Realms was concluded only recently. Of course John didn't even have time to discuss the terms of their deal because the blushing ghost flew away to fight but to say that he won't pay for the service is like admitting that you want to start a new conflict. Constantine was starting to have a headache. He'll think about it when he gets at least a couple of hours of sleep. Whatever payment the ghost needs, it can wait a couple of hours.

~~~~~

But as it turned out, the ghost couldn’t make up his mind and decide what he wanted from him. He started showing up at John’s place and looking at him thoughtfully, also recently dragged him to pick out a suit. How he could be mistaken for a stylist John did not understand but preferred not to unnerve a potential ally.

Moreover, for some reason the chaotic creature decided that he had the right to condemn John for always forgetting to have dinner or take a bath. This scoundrel dared to lock him in a bathroom with strange scented candles and colored water. Whatever these bath bombs were, dumb spirit failed to poison him but now John smelled like peaches. Disgusting.

After breaking down the door he found the same mess with candles on the kitchen table. Phantom fought a fierce battle with the green goo in the pot that he brought to John's house, but eventually gave up and they ordered delivery. All in all, it was a pleasant evening. Of course John didn't admit it but for some reason Danny decided that he could make such a mess every Friday.

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Danny: So..me and Morningstar are friends now. Do you mind? I know you don’t get along very well. John: Why should I care? Your friends are your business. Considering you’re crazy about the stars I’m surprised you’re not sleeping with their maker.

Danny: Hell no, Lightbringer is great. And I’m glad he’s sharing with me what I wouldn’t find in books but I would never cheat on my partner. John: Good to know. (Wow, who knew the Phantom has a lover.)

~~~~~

Morningstar: I have no idea what you see in this arrogant man, stardust.

Phantom: I don’t know. It’s interesting to be around him. You never know what’s going to happen tomorrow. And his determination and sarcastic nature are really charming.

Morningstar: Well, I’ll get rid of some of his contracts for your wedding but only because I like you and not because I’m willing to deal with this liar.

Phantom: Thanks, Luci,  you’re the best.

Morningstar:That’s true. But it's not free. I need you as a babysitter to keep Spawn busy while, well, Detective and I are busy.

Phantom: No problem :)

[ivorycello]

An Introduction to the Lifesteal SMP - Season 6 Starts on July 6th

The Premise 

Lifesteal is a competitive, PVP based soft-anarchy server, with one core gimmick: In the server, if you kill somebody, you can steal one of their permanent hotbar hearts, with a maximum of twenty hearts. If you drop down to zero hearts, you are banned off of the server, unless another player revives you with an expensive item called a revive beacon.  

One of the biggest draws in the fandom is the incredibly organic improv storytelling that arises from the server, with the competition extending past simple combat. Players clash as they all attempt to enact their own plans, creating moral and emotional conflicts that draw in stream viewers and make the server incredible to follow as events unfold. 

Watching Lifesteal Streams and attempting to have a complete picture of what is going on is very time intensive. Luckily, starting in season five, they do weekly sessions where the most important events usually happen.

How seasons work

Each season runs independently of each other, and the entire world resets when they move to a new season. 

There is no in-universe lore explanation for what happens during a season reset. Some streamers may choose to treat it like they’re playing a different character, but most choose to leave things that happened in previous seasons in the past while still acknowledging it. Knowing what happens in previous seasons may help you understand things more, but is not necessary in the slightest.

Is Lifesteal a roleplay server? Kinda, kinda not. 

Please respect that creators have different levels of interest in rp and are primarily on the server to make youtube videos of a particular niche.

Lifesteal is unscripted, though different players will create and enact elaborate plans with insane amounts of effort, but all of this is with the goal of a genuine, entertaining reaction. 

Most members enter every situation with the primary goal of creating a good video, and their actions often reflect this. Videos are designed to be standalone content. Each video tells a complete story, and doesn't often tie into other videos or arcs. Lifestealers will also twist the narrative in order to create a linear storyline, including changing the order of events, or even just straight up lying. (We’re looking at you, Mapicc.) Due to this, with few exceptions, it is near impossible to gain full context of an arc or event via video alone, as so much context and information will be glanced over or covered up. Streams are a much more reliable way of understanding the full story. 

New and leaving members

The eight new members announced so far for season six are:

Derapchu

Ecorridor

Chiefxd

Kaboodle

Flamefrags

SB737

Hannahxxrose

Manepear

Members who have left over the past season are:

ItzSubz_

Vitalasy

Parrotx2

Rekrap2

Poafa

Midmysticx

Branzycraft

Where to watch Lifesteal

There are a few active streamers and uploaders, who we will introduce below, and there is also a fan-run archive of all Lifestealer vods that you can access here.

The archive runs as far back as 2020, though only becomes mostly reliable around July 2022, when the project started. The archive also has links to every members’ youtube and twitch account, as well as any vod channel they may run themselves!

POV Recommendations Frequent Streamers: If you want a consistent pov to watch, and be able to follow a consistent storyline here are your best choices. PrinceZam: Zam was lifesteal’s most consistent streamer in previous seasons and puts a very large amount of effort into his rp and storytelling. Goes live at random times for long hours. Kaboodle: Kab is a new addition this season, but she consistently puts an incredible amount of effort into rp and storytelling. She streams most days at 7pm EST! ChiefXD: New Member who streams daily at 11am EST. HannahxxRose: New member, frequent streamer, but we don't know how her streaming style will adapt to lifesteal yet. Derapchu: He’s a little bit of a freak. Australian but has a bad sleep schedule so he streams at US friendly times or earlier. Does pretty long streams. Pangi: Has been on hiatus, but usually streams regularly around 2-4 PM EST at an EU friendly time for shorter hours. He typically does sillier, shorter projects. 4CVIT: Frequent streamer when he does stream, but may go inactive for long periods of time. Kinda roleplays, one of the better builders on the server and likes to keep projects secret from chat.

Honorable Mention: Follow these people anyway, they’ll probably go live for big events or random streams. Minutetech: Typically streams large events and sessions Mapicc: Occasionally streams, mostly important events Ashswag: Occasionally streams, mostly important events Jumper: Occasionally streams Bacon: Occasionally streams Woogie: Frequent streamer at the start of the season, but will become less active when college starts again for him Roshambogames: Occasionally Streams, mostly important Events

Youtube: Current Season: Frequent Uploads: Mapicc: Uploads frequently on main and 2nd channel, however he is known for lying a lot in his videos. It’s a little bit funny. Minutetech: Long videos about huge arcs, mostly truthful but may simplify some stuff. Wemmbu: Long videos about huge projects. FlameFrags: Medium length SMP videos. ChiefXD: Has an episodic style, we are not sure how that will change for lifesteal as he is a new member. Jumper: Mix of long form videos and short videos about a variety of topics. Squiddo: Fun, High Effort and Energy videos about a variety of topics. Lots of custom art. SB737: Uploads often but unsure if he will upload Lifesteal.

Do Not Upload as Frequently But Its Good When They Do Planetlord, Roshambogames, Ashswag, Spokeishere, Princezam, Baconnwaffles,     ECorridor, Pentar, Clownpierce

Past Seasons, we linked povs that cover full seasons or large amounts of a season, but other non listed members still have fantastic one off videos about single events or arcs. Link All Videos Playlist (updated infrequently)

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLiRXq4v6FXPn8D15UEAY6oZuPF23-NTG8 Mer S4 Summary Document

Lifesteal Season 4 Directory (public access version) Cog S4 Summary Doc

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1E0Mi2s64to6BzoAJuWHw16lnJpdEdYBXfd62tC7O0jY/edit?usp=sharing Minute S5 Videos: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6xtt50MzkHWil_vQbgkll9rZTDyfI5k1 Spoke S4: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLYmAm1lW6hlgK3WHPORSYeC80PVNUuUcZ All Parrot Videos: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLu0onnEWPanttCW1zIfh25bQ_b5sBo8_p Clownzy S3 Videos: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLCUTLKqDTev0e1y9Paex97_KP-TpF6QIs

Squiddo S5: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLlWJegiCG6X_iKkO-CEd6J9GMAhkzYjVn&si=Kx6lLPLZQeexGdio Baconnwaffles1: https://www.youtube.com/@baconnwaffles1/videos

Princezam S3: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmPnYnLs0WLoJTEdRpFBMTS21X631LKtu&si=37bk0Gs1haPYOSEd Mapicc, warning. Unreliable Narrator. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsiSq_WYMOAV7HPEqn8QY_981n19u2qO0 Roshambo: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLaa_QQN2V8hZ78ACgXFOGt4tGcfDPTp_B

Stream Etiquette

Do not stream snipe / metagame, which includes sharing or hinting at any info whatsoever, even silly things, about another creators playthrough that the streamer wouldn’t know otherwise, you will get banned in all lifestealers chats. Information revealed via videos is considered fair game.

Do not backseat game or backseat lore Lifesteal Members on Tumblr

Several Lifesteal members have public tumblr accounts they use to varying degrees. Because of this, we use the #Lifesteal Spoilers tag to mark posts they shouldn't see because of metagaming reasons or when we just don’t want them to see it. They’re mostly chill, please just block them if you don’t want to deal with them. hdusa - Princezam lowkeywaffling - Baconnwaffles0 Neverpoor - Ashswag TheRealSquiddo- Squiddo BigPangolinMan - Pangi

Fancontent:

Lifesteal has a big fanartist community and we encourage you to join in!

Duo Name List

Lifesteal Animatics and Edits Wormhole Zine

Minecraft Roleplay Analysis -  Barrier Blocks

[xothatnerdykid]

Aizawa x Reader Established Relationship Headcanons

(Cannot, for the life of me, get over my writer's block but I've still got Aizawa brainrot thanks to s7 so here.)

I might be in the minority here but I don't think Aizawa would smoke. He eats healthy and works out to keep his body in shape. Why would he compromise his health by smoking?

His only vices are chronic snacking (he loves those jelly pouch things) and caffeine.

He's usually up 'til dawn most days because duh, he works two jobs (hence the 5-7 shots of espresso in his coffee). 

Despite his sleep deprivation most days, he is soooo sexy when he wakes up in the morning. Messy hair. Baggy shirt and boxers. Or sometimes a body hugging tank top and sweatpants. And his voice — his raspy, sleep-addled voice. The feeling of his stubble against the smooth planes of your face waking you up. 

He doesn’t usually cook breakfast but he does always brew a fresh pot of coffee for you. And he never leaves without a kiss goodbye, even when you’re still snuggled up in bed, asleep.

When you first start dating, Shouta talks to you pretty much the same way he talks to everyone else. So curt and succinct, you sometimes used to wonder if he was upset with you. He’d usually get confused as to what made you ask that, and then explained that he’s just a man of a few words, that’s all. 

As your relationship becomes more established, you notice subtle shifts in the way he communicates. It's not a sudden change, but your conversations start to feel more like a secret code over time, filled with inside jokes that never fail to make him smirk.

Shouta’s love language is definitely acts of service. He’s a pragmatic, action-oriented person who values efficiency. So of course he’d think that actions speak louder than words when it comes to letting someone know your true feelings. 

That’s why he loves it when he comes home to your cooking, especially when you surprise him with his favorite dish. Because after 16-hours or so of working two jobs, he usually just passes out on the couch the moment he gets home and you’re not around.

He feels so bad when he comes home too late sometimes and finds you already asleep and his dinner sitting cold on the stovetop or in the fridge. He always makes sure to make it up to you by preparing breakfast the next day or…other…pleasing ways…

Seeing you take care of Sushi, the cat his very-well-and-alive friend Nemuri sometimes asks him to babysit, makes him feel all warm inside, too (although he doesn’t actually admit it, you just catch him smiling softly at you sometimes and quickly looking away when you notice).

As for how he expresses his love for you, it mostly comes in the form of acts of service, too, as well as gifts and physical touch.

Shouta’s romantic gestures are like rare collectibles. They often come as a surprise, but when they happen, you cherish them dearly. He'll surprise you with a thoughtful gift and leave it on your desk with a simple, "Saw this and thought of you."

He won't serenade you under the moonlight or anything, but he'll make you a warm cup of tea when you're tired, or wrap a scarf around you when it's cold.

You don't really have time to go out on dates most weeks, but when you do, you're either at a quiet restaurant or taking a walk through nature in the parks. 

His favorite thing to do is sit with you by the window sill on rainy days and just have you snuggle up to him, bundled in his arms, while you read or do your own thing in comfortable silence.

Fighting with Shouta was like having a verbal sparring match. He’s always strategic, although his patience wears thin sometimes, even with you. Still, he knew when to bring something up and when to back down. 

He won't shy away from a disagreement, but he's not one to let it linger. He’ll tackle the issue head-on, find a compromise, and move on.

One of your favorite things about him was that he never held a grudge or took conflicts personally.  

Shouta’s life is a constant juggle between being a pro hero, a UA teacher, a single dad, and being your boyfriend. But oh, does he master it.

At first you thought maybe he was just a really efficient and organized planner, but one look at him, his apartment, his phone, and his non-existent planner told you otherwise.

“How do you plan on getting all of this done?” You often ask him about his mountain of papers to grade and reports to submit, to which he just shrugs.

“I don’t know, the usual? Coffee. Eye drops.” He sucks on his second jelly pouch of the day and goes back to his cluttered desk, papers strewn about like fallen leaves. "Duct taping my eyelids," he grumbles the last part under his breath.

You laugh, watching him from the couch with a fond look in your eyes. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

He looks up, one eyebrow raised. “For what? Managing to stay awake?”

“For…everything,” you shrug, walking over to perch yourself atop the edge of his desk. “For being you.”

He hums appreciatively as he pulls you closer by the waist.

“I don’t know how you do it, but I’m grateful.”

He glances up at you, smiling a little. You scratch at the stubble on his chin. 

“Ready to call it a night?”

“Not quite,” he smirks before leaning up to kiss you fervently, tangling his hands in your hair.

Both of you slept better than you have all week. Afterwards.

You occasionally surprise him by finding him when he’s out on patrol and checking up on him. You love seeing him like this, in his element. He’s so kind to all the people he helps…

(A lot of the time, you end up making out against an alleyway or with him hanging upside down from a fire escape, but that’s neither here nor there.) 

[aeshiiteiru]

soo could you write about dazai, chuuya and tecchou's red green and beige flags?

…My Flags?

— Their green, red and beige flags ft. O.Dazai, N. Chuuya, S. Tetchou

— Warnings & Notes

sfw | Mix

|| thx for the request, made me have an unwanted reality check lmao

|| kinda angsty but also fluffy and funny, those are based on my own thoughts and opinions!

m.list | writing rules

— Dazai

The green flags

He tries his best to be a good boyfriend. Of course it takes time and effort, but he really tries to give his all for you and you notice it (most of the time). He just tries his best for you (even though he has his moments)

He showers you with compliments. He wants you to know what he feels for you every step of the way. Some compliments are actually just so ridiculous it’s funny

“Mh, ‘bella! You’re so beautiful I would definitely steal your photos, make a fake account, and impress other people online!”

“That’s, uh….creepy but cute, thank you love…”

Conversation with him are never boring! He will find thousands of stupid topics just to talk to you about them! He wants to hear you laugh and see you smile as you state your opinions on all these weird things. (He probably doesn’t want to do his work smh)

The red flags

He tends to gaslight you…a lot. Mostly about that you’re just paranoid that he gaslights you. He doesn’t do it on purpose most of the time, it’s just how he is.

Unfortunately he still flirts with other women. He isn’t cheating, but the sweet words and looks still happen sometimes. He does it unintentionally, but it’s there, it happens. He says he tries to get rid of these habits, but you’re doubtful.

 Dazai runs away from his problems. Always. Whenever there is a conflict between you two he tries to brush it off and act like everything is okey. That is until he notices you’re genuinely upset with him, then he just leaves. He leaves and returns after a few hours or days of no contact and acts like nothing happened again.

The beige flags

 When he notices that he accidentally made you cry, he will jump on top of you to aggressively suck the tears off your face like some human vacuum in order to make you laugh and feel better. It’s ridiculous but it works.

Whenever you ask him what he wants to eat he always, always replies with “you” or “nothing”. No in-between, no specifics. It was funny at first, but at some point you just started to sigh and shake your head at it.

He keeps his undies that have holes in them so that he can surprise you by walking out the bathroom and tearing them off his body only leaving the waist band. He calls it the “grand reveal”. Always whenever you least expect it. Makes you question many things.

— Chuuya

The green flags

He notices the little things. You have a sparkle in your eyes whenever you see a flower you like? Expect a bouquet of these flowers on the table the next day. You pick out a vegetable from your food because you don’t like it? He noticed, and he made sure that that vegetable never appears in your house ever again.

Yeah so he is always trying to impress you with things. He often makes a fool out of himself because of it, but it brings a smile to your face so you let him do his thing.

Chuuya loves to gossip about people with you. You know the second he says “you won’t believe what happened.” Means you’re in for the hottest, spiciest tea spill in history. His gossip is always so juicy it leaves you gasping with every sentence. You love how he trusts only you with it.

The red flags

The way he expresses his anger makes you feel unsafe sometimes. You never know when he will accidentally harm you during one of his anger outbursts. It’s very worrisome to you and actually him too.

He is an alcoholic already a separate red flag, so stuff happens when he is wasted (which is often). Chuuya often tells you hurtful things during that time. It’s things he would never, ever allow to leave his mouth while sober, but we all know drunk Chuuya is not your Chuuya anymore.

Always needs to know where you are and what you’re doing. He is very, very controlling. Is it because he is worried? Possessive? Obsessive?? No one knows. But he is, and it’s suffocating sometimes. You basically have no privacy. (It’s probably because he has trust issues that you’ll leave him at some point just like others ekhem Dazai )

“So, where are you going? Who will you be with?”

“….to a bar, with just some friends..?”

“Is that so? What friends? Actually, I’ll have some of my men go with you to be sure you’ll be fine.”

“……”

The beige flags

Whenever he spills the hot tea of the day in the mafia, you’re no longer “love, dear, doll or baby” etc. No, no, that’s when you become “dawg” or “bro” and you deal with it. He is not aware of it and you never tell him. You are dawg. That’s final.

Whenever he misplaces his belongings, the first thing he does is ask you “what did you do with my (insert item)?” It doesn’t matter what it is, his phone, his hat whatever, he thinks you took it.

When you guys go to bed he scoots closer and closer over the course of the night in order to cuddle you, except he always scoots a little too much and you always end up falling off the bed, and then when you try to get him to move back a little he will complain that it’s late and you should be sleeping instead of waking him up. (He is only half awake the whole time, forgive him for being a bitch)

— Tetchou

The green flags

He respects your boundaries. When you say no, it means no, and he understands.

He never flinches when you order something no sane person would eat. That's because he also does that. (It should be a red flag that his taste in food is horrendous, but he will never judge you sooo forgiven)

He always listens to you. He might not understand a thing you're talking about, or might not get why that thing is so exciting but he will listen, and agree with everything you say to show you he is interested and is paying attention.

The red flags

Puts his job above you. You always come second. He loves you, but if the job required him to break up with you, he would without a second thought. I’m sorry, justice above all.

He is lacking in emotional intelligence. He doesn't really know how to comfort you or empathize with you which leaves you to mostly deal with the emotional distress yourself.

Sleeps with his socks on during summer. Thats all, that’s the reddest flag.

The beige flags

Whenever he's hungry and you're not he will starve himself, because he refuses to eat when you're not eating. It makes him feel bad and you don’t get why.

Whenever you ask him a question he will answer without elaboration. —

"How was work?"

"Good. As usually."

— A man of few words, but you need him to spill the details, right now.

He can't use emojis. He thinks “🙄” is someone looking up, not an eye-roll. It makes texting more difficult than it should…

Copyright © 2023 Aeshiiteiru.

[aprils2ndhandshop]

hi i love your blog, your writing is so good! may i request what type of arguments the ‘03 boys would have with their s/o? like what would the argument be about? are they upset for a long or short amt of time? how do they make up with their s/o? hopefully that makes sense, thank you!

Arguments w/the boys ‘03

All 4!

Summary: what I think the boys are like during arguments with their favorite girl.

Hi friend! Thank you for your request and the super sweet words! Sorry for the long wait, love you!

Michelangelo;

Mikey definitely isn’t one to start or enjoy fighting with you… with his brothers, duh! But not with you.

The fights he starts -if one could even call them fights, are small, light-hearted and innocent. He is essentially just pulling your leg and trying to be a pain.

“Y/n! You can’t just walk past the t.v mid play! You made me lose the game!”

“I think you lost the game because you chose to focus on throwing pillows at me instead of playing your stupid game!”

Those fights don’t last long as the moment he thinks it’s actually stressing you out, he stops.

“I’m kidding angel! I’m kidding!”

He makes up for it every time with a kiss on the cheek too.

Generally, you’re the one who has to start the fights with him - even if he’s the one with a problem.

And trust me, he may not flat out say he has a problem with you but he sure can’t hide it.

Que the slight pouting and undeniable tension on his part. He can’t fake his feelings ever.

And don’t forget all the passive aggressive, smart ass remarks he makes under his breath when he’s annoyed.

Fights with Mikey are rare but when they do happen there is a common theme, a need for your attention.

Remember, Mikey is a needy boyfriend. It has pros and cons.

Pros - he’s doting, always makes sure you know just how much he cares, always makes time for you, remembers important dates and puts in all the effort a boyfriend should.

Cons - a bit too clingy.

“I feel like you don’t ever want to see me anymore, like you just come around to make me happy.”

“Why do you even think that, Mikey?”

“Because! I wish you wanted to see me as much as I want to see you!”

Fights with him never last long, ever! He’s the kinda guy that refuses to go to bed knowing you’re sad.

He also spoils you rotten after :) Gifts, food, foot rubs, everything!

Raphael;

Raph is a nightmare to fight with and we all know on some level, he loves to fight. More with Leo than anyone but still.

In regards to arguing with you, it definitely lies in a strange grey zone for him. He hates making you upset but also has a bad habit of enjoying a good conflict.

He hates that about himself.

Not to mention how bad he is at holding his tongue.

“I’m pissed, okay? I’m mad and I need to get away from you before I say stuff I don’t mean!”

“I don’t want you to go out there and get hurt!”

“You don’t get it! I’m not like you! I’ve been fighting my whole life and it’s hard for me to just stop!”

In the midst or after every fight, he disappears for a couple of hours. Cooling off is essential for you two to figure out the problem.

Surprisingly, fights between you and Raph are rare. Partially because he’s working on anger management but mostly because he tends to lock his emotions inside before having a massive blow up.

Once he’s calmed down, he always goes straight to you, full of shame.

“Hey baby.”

“Hey.”

One of the best parts about Raph as a boyfriend is how self perceptive he is, he always apologizes for what he did wrong and fully understands why it was wrong.

“I promise I’ll be better to you, and that I learned from my fuck ups, y/n/n.”

After fights, he’s a lot more affectionate with you and uncharacteristically, even keeps that energy in front of his brother.

Donatello;

Donnie and fighting really doesn’t mix well, it’s rare but when it does happen it’s always over dumb stuff.

The arguments start more like debates, his nerdy side comes straight to the forefront as he feels the need to correct you on everything.

“Y/n! I’m proofreading the piece you wrote and look! Are you sure this is really the angle you wanna argue your point from, beautiful?”

Now that sounds pretty innocent but if Don is one thing, it’s a little bit condescending - not on purpose or with malicious intent but nonetheless, condescending he can be.

Things that may seem like no big deal can turn into tension and fighting for hours very quickly.

Typically, you are the one that starts the fight but usually because Don accidentally did something to start the fight.

“I feel like you’re nitpicking to make yourself feel so much better than me, Don. It’s so frustrating!”

“Look doll, I’m just trying to make sure your don’t come off a little bit… foolish.”

Donnie is definitely book smart, but emotionally smart, not so much.

He has a bad habit of saying mean stuff he doesn’t think is mean that ends up hurting your feelings.

And sometimes it takes awhile for him to notice.

“Y/n?… y/n?… hellooo y/n! Are you giving me the silent treatment? Why?!”

He is kinda clueless about this stuff.

But when he does catch on, he’ll do the most mature thing and approach you to hear you out.

He’ll be engaged and ask all the important questions so he knows how he hurt your feelings and can properly apologize.

“You’re the smartest girl I know! I misspoke, I just wanted to be useful to you, sweet girl.”

Leonardo;

Okay hear me out on this one!! And don’t ever make any assumptions about thee Leonardo.

This man is whipped and it pretty much makes him incapable of starting a fight with you ever.

He will let you get away with just about anything and approaches any and all rough topics with you so gently.

“You don’t seem entirely like yourself, angel. Are you feeling okay?”

Even if your response is snappy, he is always gentle in his language and tone.

“Can I do something to help you, y/n/n?”

Fights between the two of you need to be started by you but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll fight back much.

Everything you would expect to happen, expect the opposite.

You give him the silent treatment, he’ll give you some space and come around later to talk it out.

You full on snap and scream at him, he’ll let you take out all your anger on him and tell you he understands why you are mad.

Complete princess treatment with him.

But don’t think he’ll always agree with you, absolutely not. He’s just patient and explains his point of view rationally.

“I really do love and understand you, y/n, but you have to learn to express yourself with me better. I don’t want to fight with you, because baby, I’m always on your side anyway.”

Sometimes fights with Leo can last pretty long, at least in comparison to Mikey and Don - but only because he backs off and gives you space.

When the arguments finally subside, Leo continues his princess treatment for you.

He just becomes even more affectionate than he usually is.

Missed you guys, hope you are all good!

[artificialpillow]

Meet Eloise!

The time has come - let’s introduce you to my OC!

I will not be writing a regular fic, so it might be a little bit harder to properly get to know her. But! There WILL be one shots, mostly about the most important events in her life and obviously some to describe her relationship with the love interest (😏).

Let’s start!

Eloise’s profile

Basic information:

Name: Eloise Veredi

Age: 17

Birthday: March 26th

Blood Type: A

Love Interest: Yuno Grinberryall

Birthplace: Outskirts of Clover, town of Guerdia

Magic: Glass Magic

Appearance:

Height: 165cm

Eyes: Dark green

Hair: Shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair with curtain bangs. She mostly ties it in a bun as it bothers her during training or work.

Clothing: Eloise values comfort, so her clothing generally allows a wide range of movement. As a commoner she does not own lots of fancy clothes (however she gets some when she starts working with the Magic Knights). Her favourite outfit contains a dark gray high-neck shirt, brown pants and leather knee boots. Her favourite piece of clothing is a green cape, which she received as a gift from her dad. Eloise rarely wears dresses, but with time she grows fond of them and puts them on for special occasions

Special features: With her magic being glass magic, she used to get hurt a lot while training. Currently, on her neck, arms and the right side of her abdomen are noticeable scars caused by her past lack of control over spells. Eloise’s face is partly covered with freckles, her ears are pierced - she wears small, silver earrings.

Personality:

Eloise is an introvert, however she enjoys spending time with people she knows. Due to her being a commoner she is cautious in making acquaintances as she fears being belittled by higher-ups. On the other hand, she appears confident while fulfilling her duties and doing things she’s skilled at. She prefers working on her own and is not a great team player. She may appear as reckless.

Eloise hates conflicts and is incredibly patient; however when the line is crossed, she bursts out with anger and lets all the emotion out. She has no problem with apologizing but would only do it when she actually believes she was wrong. She rarely confronts anyone, rather keeps comments to herself.

Despite not showing it so much, Eloise is emotional and quickly grows fond of people (the hardest part is actually meeting them). She finds it difficult to let go of things important to her and holds grudges when she gets hurt.

She tends to overthink and assume other peoples’ intentions. She is quick in judgement, but when proven otherwise she eventually changes her opinion.

Background:

Eloise is a daughter of Delano and Ann Veredi, known craftsmen. Her parents and her grandfather, Gerald, ran a business based on agricultural tools trading. As a child she would travel with them around Clover to find new clients and sell merchandise. One of the places they visited regularly was the Hage village, where Eloise met Asta and Yuno. She quickly befriended Asta, and played with him a lot. Her relationship with Yuno was not well developed, as the boy was too shy and guarded; therefore she did not know much about him. After her grandpa’s death, Delano came up with improving their products with magic. At this point regular citizens couldn’t afford to buy them, so the family started visiting the capital and wealthier towns. Eloise lost contact with Asta and Yuno completely. During one of her stays in the capital, she happened to see a Captain scolding an injured Magic Knight. Not so much later she heard an older mage bullying a squadmate for his status. At that moment, Eloise decided not to take part in the entrance exam.

When she was 13, she wanted to focus on her magic and stopped travelling with her parents. She would spend hours in the forest, trying to learn how to control the only spell she knew how to cast - The Glass Daggers. Due to her lack of control, Eloise would often get injured and come home with ripped clothes, and wounds that left visible marks on her body. Through the years she had encountered many strange creatures and step by step learned how to tackle them. At some point she became and expert and would take care of magically influenced animals and plants around the town.

Eloise never had close friends. She got on well with her classmates, but never considered them that important in her life. Her lack of closeness with people her age did not bother her, she knew how to entertain herself on her own and maintained good relationships with older and younger members of her community.

One shots background:

One day, when Eloise was figting magic boars in the forest, she suddenly got shot down. She found out that the Golden Dawns' knoghts arrived to take care of the problem on their own. When told to go home, she showed them her method for dealing with these animals. Mimosa, in awe of the girls knowledge, suggested taking her to the capital and introducing her to the Wizard King. He proposed that Eloise stays in the capital and teaches the Magic Knights her methods. (That's where the one shots start!)

Fun facts:

She has a habit of speaking too loud

She would often talk to herself

Her parents like to call her ”Apple pie”

She gets easily attached to objects

She loves teasing

At some point Eloise finds out, that with her glass magic she can cast a reverse spell and fight with sand

When asked about her scars, she jokes that she fell out of a window

Eloise does not know how to properly fly a broom, as she never really travelled outside of her town

She loves cooking but only knows how to prepare basic meals

She easily gets bored

[conspicuous-clown-car]

what a morning,,,

here's a rant about the pressure community

I've been kinda lurking on pressure twitter for the past few weeks while all this shit went down and i just gotta say... jesus fuck.

I practically had a heart attack as soon as i opened my phone when i woke up and saw zeal was trying to sell pressure. Considering how he changed his profile last night to a strictly corporate one and then this? It seemed like a really hasty decision, and something serious was going on with him.

And yknow what, with all the hate being directed at him right now i don't blame him one fucking bit. I'd probably end up doing the same thing if i was in his shoes. Being autistic as well, i would just want to completely distance myself from this overwhelming bullshit. I think that's why he started to distance himself from the community in the first place (which unfortunately is kinda what led to some issues getting overlooked).

The tweet was deleted and pressure isn't for sale anymore thank GOD, but I'm honestly more worried about the actual people behind pressure than the game itself.

I agree that there's issues they need to fix, but its not an entirely black and white situation, and its pretty fucking complicated. With the sheer amount of people in the community its crazy to expect them to handle and manage everything themself, especially since they blew up in popularity in such a short amount of time, how the hell would they know how to deal with this???

Yes, there are certain things they need to actually address and take responsibility for that they sort of haven't, but attacking them to where it gets to this point isn't the fucking answer.

I wouldn't blame any of the devs if they never touch the game again, the way the community has treated them and has completely blown things out of proportion is insane. I feel like the main issue is the discord server itself but that's just me. From what I've seen its mostly just the community self cannibalizing, attacking each other, sending death threats, and doxxing people over shit that literally doesn't matter at all.

I'm not one to really delve into fandom drama, but this whole issue with certain possessive Sebastian fans and those who took it upon themselves to attack those fans is the stupidest fucking conflict I've ever seen in any fandom. Especially when this stuff reaches the people who work on the games who have nothing to do with it.

I agree that this is something the devs need to talk about head on with full transparency, no matter their feelings on it, because a main problem I've seen with them is lack of community management.

But again, y'all are forgetting the devs are REAL FUCKING PEOPLE, people who are bound to make mistakes, and get overwhelmed, and not know how to deal with suddenly having a giant fanbase. Harassing them and sending death threats is going way too fucking far and wont solve anything, because clearly all its done is made things worse.

Also god forbid they have boundaries and don't want to see certain things in the discord server. I'm not gonna get into the specifics, but as a queer trans person I think some of y'all are reading too much into the things they don't allow, seriously.

Reminder, I'm saying all this as someone who self-ships with Sebastian, and who's not entirely thrilled about him being canonically married. BUT PRIORITIZING A FICTIONAL CHARACTER OVER REAL PEOPLE????? THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YALL???

And to the people I've seen disappointed in zeal's response to all this on twitter, I'm with you, not seeing whats happening in the community doesn't mean these problems don't exist. But think about the shit he's going through, put yourself in his shoes and genuinely try to understand how fucking overwhelming this whole situation is, for him and the rest of the team. Especially after what's happened in the past 24 hours.

Tangent, but am i the only one who's seen a drastic change in the way fandom communities operate in the past few years? Like after lockdown fandom spaces have gotten more and more hostile, and people are just being so fucking mean to each other over the most trivial shit??? Listen I Get being chronically online, because i am, but at a certain point you just gotta log the fuck off and touch some grass, man. christ.

I really hope the devs take a break, they need it. I was excited about the update that was supposed to come out this month but I don't think it will now, and I honestly don't think we deserve it.

TL;DR: Pressure fandom, do better. Speaking from both points of view, no matter the various mistakes the dev team has made, the majority of this is on y'all.

And lastly, I'd honestly rather keep pressure exactly the way it is with no updates and no new stuff ever again than for it to turn into roblox slop like most of the games that are sold off on that platform.

[destinygoldenstar]

Ninjago Dragons Rising Season 2 - Is It Good Or Nah?

So, I'm late to the party, aren't I?

Well I've had so much work that I think I'm having an existential crisis. So I had to wait till I had a free day to watch this season because I wanted to watch it with my GF.

We got to Episode 6, and then what did my boss do?

Slap me in the face with long work hours several days of the week.

I feel like I'm in a spiral of work after work after work with no purpose to life besides failure cause I can't trust myself to be capable at anything-

ANYWAY. We finished it now.

You know what the insane part about the season is? That it got the show trending on Tumblr.

That's an INSANE level of hype right there.

So I seriously had to ask myself "What the actual f**k happened in the show that caused THIS much hype?!"

So... here are my thoughts on the season.

SPOILER WARNING

Okay, so this may be a factor of my judgement, but due to my schedule, I was forced to watch only 6 Episodes one day, and then the last 4 Episodes today. Keep that in mind.

When it came to the first half of the season, was it good?

Yes. Obviously.

Was it living up to the insane level of hype?

Uh... not really for me??

Now, don't take that as a negative. This season is still REALLY good.

After the first season took awhile to get started as it needed to set up its characters and this new world, it makes sense for this season to throw the punches immediately.

The season gets started with its main plot right away with Ras immediately putting his plan into action, and by Episode 2, it's very clear the threat level he opposes and it's believable that we should be intimidated by what he wants.

Even though in Episode 2's fight, while AMAZINGLY choreographed, I was just screaming at the screen "HIT THE PERSON HOLDING THE GONG."

Like seriously, more than one of the characters in this fight can use projectiles with their powers AND they have a blaster in the Bounty, and the show never says that Ras has some sort of armor defense preventing him from getting blasted. He's literally standing out in the open. And the gong is clearly what's giving Cinder power. So HIT THE PERSON WITH THE GONG.

GOSH.

Anyway, that's not important. What's important is that this season's fight choreo is genuinely AMAZING. I am obsessed with the way the camera moves with the characters in these fights you have no idea. I was genuinely blown away by the last episode's fight in particular. But more on the ending later.

What also shocked me was how BRUTAL some of the stuff that happens here is, which caught me off guard.

I mean, Episode 2 has Euphrasia getting ambushed and crashed off the Cloud Kingdom with clear injuries, and Wyldfyre getting her leg SHATTERED. Like, WHAT?! HOW OFTEN DOES THAT HAPPEN?!! (Even though the latter's healing was unrealistic. Like, it would realistically take months for an injury like that to heal. Not a critique, just saying.)

Ras body slams Jordanna at one point. He puts Arin in a CHOKEHOLD. And also beats him up so brutally... like OMG this guy does not mess around.

The Fear Cave Trial also REALLY got me tripping. Not only was it such a visually appealing moment, but it also, as the same suggests, showed several character psyches that were insane.

Except Kai for some reason. That's gonna drive me NUTS until I get an answer. WHAT DID HE SEE-?!

Then we get to the dragon mentors, and...

Yeah the season kinda loses me in the middle.

Don't get me wrong, I love the character bits here as much as anyone. But with how dyer they made the threat of Ras before, Ras and his forces take a backseat in the middle portion of the season and we're mostly just sitting at these training grounds talking. And for four episodes of it? It's a little grating, even if it is important.

The middle is mostly where most of my issues with the season stand. And here's where I get all my negatives out of the way:

Like I said, because this season is so long, there's an awkward pause in the conflict on the dragons plotline to learn this Rising Dragon Technique. Which I wouldn't mind if it wasn't FOUR EPISODES of it.

With the exception of the attack at the Land of Lost Things ONCE, Ras's army doesn't go after the ninja at all. I can kinda get the dragons group since they didn't have Bonzle, but he has to know that they ARE a threat, right? They're obviously trying to figure out how to stop you.

And even with the group that has Bonzle, what they NEED, the forces that go after that group is the Administration and the one off magician man villain, the former really didn't need to be in this season even if it was for a compelling Jay cameo, and the latter has overstayed his welcome at this point and I just rolled my eyes when he showed up on screen.

I'm all for Cole being a badass as much as the next guy, but WHY this magician man, who at this point, is so disconnected with the main antagonistic forces that he serves no purpose?

Why not, I don't know, use this screen time instead to explain what in the world happened with Cole when he left?

Seriously, the first season had this huge cliffhanger with Cole's character and him going after Wu's ghost. I wonder what's gonna happen to him and what he's gonna find out-

Oh. He's just back.

That to me is a huge disappointment. What was the point of him leaving the Lost Family in the first place if this journey was basically nothing? He doesn't even talk about it! COME ON NOW.

Also I think Zane should get slay pass on the Administration guy that called him equipment. What do y'all think?

I don't like Egot. Or whatever his name was. He's very condescending and cryptic and talks down to his only hope of the world being saved. But I think I'm supposed to dislike him for it, and there's gonna be more of his characterization revealed later, so don't take this one as a critique. The female one is great though.

The sorceress lady was... a choice in the narrative. My one critique for the ending was the potion shenanigans. Not because they were bad, but because they just felt so out of place among everything else. Like, "Oh, this finale is too dark and intense! We need to occasionally cut to wacky shenanigans with this sorceress's magic to prevent kids from feeling too much dread!"

I don't know, for me, I would've placed this stuff with the Administration instead, and instead have the group fight Jordanna, lose, and have her get away and flow that to Arin getting to her. Especially since the Administration posed such little threat to them and they even say such.

(I also have a theory that this sorceress is Wyldfyre's birth mom. I have no evidence to back this up besides "They both have red hair and similar facial structure")

With Cloud Kingdom getting taken over and Euphrasia captured, I thought she would have more of a role to play in this since this is, you know, her HOME and she's their guardian.

But nope. She does next to nothing up until the very end and plays prisoner and waits for the ninja to save her.

For gosh sake girl, you're the master of wind. FLY.

And finally, my last critique, Cinder.

Yeah I'm sorry, I'm not buying this character so far. Not that I don't think he'll have anything to do in the second part, but for how threatening he was in Episode 2, that threat level kinda vanishes in the middle and only comes back at the end. He does next to nothing and we learn nothing about him other than "He likes power". Jordanna is probably more unlikeable, but at least she has conflict going on with Ras and her magic, and she still serves more of a role in the plan besides being a foot soldier.

And... yep. That's all my critiques for this season. Which all seem pretty minor.

You know what this season is real good at? Characters.

As though that wasn't obvious already.

I did NOT expect Bonzle to play any major role at all, I thought she was just gonna be the dry and cynical side character. But no. She has a history. She has a life. She has emotions. All of which REALLY shine through at the end when you hear her voice have more range in it. The VA killed it. I ended up feeling so bad for her.

Especially considering what happens to her.

They're also not even hiding it anymore with Geo x Cole. They're just NOT. I love them and I hope we see more of their relationship in the future.

I genuinely don't understand the critique of "Geo is so selfish referring to him as Cole's family when it's obvious Cole has other people in his life."

Well no shit, you ever heard of a character flaw?

But it's also a completely understandable flaw. You guys aren't forgetting the part where Geo was abandoned for being a mixed race, right? Of course he's gonna cling to someone as compassionate and encouraging as Cole.

The Jay cameo was nice. I expect him to play no role in this season, but it's really compelling what they showed and I was satisfied with it.

Lloyd's conflict was handled very well in my opinion.

What's it called when it's PTSD, but it's about future events rather than past events? Foresight Traumatic Stress Disorder? FTSD? Yeah let's go with that.

For a kids show that glosses over trauma, (That's not a Ninjago problem, that's a kids show problem), it was really refreshing for them to not do that for once. It's actually explored and talked about and Lloyd is given advice on how to cope with it, and he freezes up in panic attacks when these visions happen and-THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR NOT IGNORING HOW HARD SOMETHING LIKE THIS IS.

Seriously, as someone who is going through stuff like this, minus the magic element, it spoke to me a lot. It really shows that this show grew up with me, and I both love and hate that.

I do think this sort of arc is going to hit hard for adults much more than kids.

Are kids constantly terrified of the future and getting paralyzed with these fears and finding it difficult to cope with the traumas that is time and human life?

No?

Kai is also a standout in this, especially towards the end. This is by far the best Kai has been in a long time in terms of quality. I love how one of his most significant flaws gets addressed here, that being his overreliance on himself and his own abilities over the others, who he feels responsible to protect.

And the way he grasps with that and learns to let loose like he did as a child back in the old days through what he loves the most, that being his family. And the flashbacks with him and his sister. And the whole sequence of him learning Rising Dragon - AUGH ITS SO GOOD.

How poetic is it that the character most devoted to family since childhood is only cocky and angry because of his own desire to be the one with power to keep them safe, gets power by letting that go, being a kid again, and joining the same roots as his own family?

AND THEN HE GIVES UP HIS LIFE FOR THEM-

And finally, Arin.

Oh you poor sweet, sweet child.

First of all, yes, I am completely subscribed to the theory that the show is building up Arin turning on the ninja and becoming a villain. It's all there. It all fits. The amount of times they say how sweet he is as though that's gonna get lost. The dragons, the creators of the world, the gods basically, telling him he's not good enough. Ras confronting him. Sora's stunt even after she's been the most encouraging of him, like the BETRAYAL there. It's all there. And I will be posting my theory scenario on this don't you worry.

BUT, I don't think that's the route they're gonna go. Kids show and all of that. They wouldn't do that to one of their main characters. Unless you're Star Wars. At most I think Arin will be tempted by Ras's master's power in an episode and even do it, but then with the power of love and friendship, it'll get fixed.

So instead I'd rather say that Arin, by far, has the BEST power crisis arc of the entire show so far.

I LOVE that he doesn't get powers. That's something the original show would've done. I LOVE that he doesn't figure anything out in the end and his inner doubts get proven correct. That's something the original show would not have the guts to do.

I liked Arin in the first season, but he didn't interest me too much. Mostly because Sora had the lion share of focus in the first season. Here though? He might just take the crown for THE most relatable character. And I both love and hate it so much.

Like, seeing everyone else succeed in mastery while you can't even figure out your own thing. You get told you have a natural talent and a lot of potential and that you're good at a lot of things, only for that to be put to the test in the real world and you end up letting everyone down. Even when your loved ones encourage you that you are good enough and you're special in your own way, you can't get those voices out of your head and you mess up again and again and again to try and meet the world's expectations. Then those in charge tell you you're not good enough and wasted potential. Then you try everything out in the real world anyway and you FAIL, and those that doubt you and your own insecurities get proven correct as you're left a broken mess of a young child who doesn't know what the hell they're doing-

I'M IN THIS SHOW AND I DON'T LIKE IT.

I probably love Sora more as a character, but I will admit I grasp towards Arin more right now. Sora's a great trans allegory in a world that hates trans people. But I'm not trans so I relate to it a bit less. Arin's a great autistic allegory in a world that doesn't know how to help autistic people. And I am autistic so I relate to it more. That's just a me situation.

I am so invested in where Arin's story goes from here. Evil or not.

So yeah, the season was good, but didn't completely live up to the insane hype, which, to be fair, is a high bar.

UNTIL THE LAST FOUR EPISODES.

And then all of a sudden, I AM SHOCKED AND SHAKEN TO MY CORE.

These last four episodes are an absolute emotional roller coaster that left me shaking and screaming the whole time.

I actually SCREAMED at multiple occasions.

I actually screamed so many times watching this that I am now HOARSE.

THAT'S how hard it hit me.

The story goes from 0 to 100 the moment the Blood Moon shows up. Which was what the whole season was building up to. And it did NOT disappoint.

The race to try and protect Bonzle. The intense visions and paralysis Lloyd suffers from. Ras and the army coming back to the plot to be absolute powerhouses. The last episode of DREAD the entire time to desperately try to stop this ritual.

HUMAN SACRIFICES?! AM I WATCHING A KIDS SHOW RIGHT NOW?!?!

I was begging for Arin to succeed at getting Bonzle to safety, even though I knew he stood no chance against Ras. "Come on Arin! You got this!! YOU GOT THIS, SWEETIE!!"

And then Ras just goes to TOWN on the poor boy and taunts his utter failure, which HURTS SO BAD MAN.

The entire fight with the army, Cinder, and Ras. The destruction of the mechs which knocks them unconscious for a bit. Kai figuring out Rising Dragon again when his family gets put in danger. The way Nya avenges her brother afterwards.

When Bonzle was getting morphed back into spell form, BEGGING, I was begging too.

But they still do it!

And KAI?!?!

I couldn't even process what happened other than me screaming. From the moment Ras alluded to sacrificing Kai against his consent, I was screaming "NO. DON'T DO IT."

AND THEN THEY SACRIFICE HIM.

LIKE HOLY GOSH THIS FINALE DID NOT MESS AROUND.

I predicted a while back, in the first season actually, that Kai was gonna get sacrificed at some point. Who's laughing now? I DID NOT WANT TO BE RIGHT.

Like, usually in Ninjago the character would be willing to sacrifice themselves for the others. But here? This is without Kai's consent at all. Ras might as well have killed him right here.

It definitely felt that way with the way the others react and BEG for his safety. The way Nya avenges him.

And Kai giving up his shot at escape for the sake of his family? BRO. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

It hurts even more when you realize that when the Merge happened, Lloyd was ALONE thinking only he survived. He only gained hope again because of his reunion with Kai. His beloved surrogate brother!

AND NOW HE'S GONE.

NYA AND LLOYD LOST THEIR BROTHER.

WYLDFYRE LOST HER SURROGATE FATHER.

THEY THINK HE'S BASICALLY DEAD.

BRO. THAT'S SOUL CRUSHING.

And then Sora?! Why you gotta betray Arin like that?!

The most encouraging friend towards Arin, the person who held onto hope and praises for him the most, betrays that hope and doesn't trust him enough to get the winning blow himself. Then LIES about it.

GIRL. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

That's going to be SO compelling once that gets outed. Like, morally, that was messed up and she was definitely in the wrong, BUT it led to the best possible outcome for them at the moment. They WON because she did NOT believe in Arin's abilities. Which only proves that the doubts about Arin's said abilities are correct.

And I have a gut feeling she's gonna learn Spinjitsu on top of that. And once that happens... double ouch.

Again, Evil Arin Theory.

I really hate to say it, but this reminds way too much of Arcane. If you know what I'm talking about.

I am totally imagining a situation similar to that in my head, that being a rescue mission for Kai, they decide to leave Arin out of it because of the lack of faith in him, he tags along anyway and he ruins their plan and Kai stays trapped there, Lloyd and Sora lash out on him for it, and before they can apologize they get thrusted back by something and Ras and Ras's master find Arin and take him in-

Again, I'll make a post about that.

The finale was by far the best part of this season. It has been a long time since Ninjago has made me HOARSE from being too invested.

That has not happened to me since Sons of Garmadon.

Because, yeah, I actually have NO IDEA where any of this is headed. How are they gonna save Kai and Bonzle? Why did some of Lloyd's visions not come true? What in the world is going on with Ras? Will the Administration help with that? Will the source dragons help with that?

What I probably do know is that Part 2 of this season is going to turn this into the best Ninjago Product since Tournament of Elements. Maybe even top it depending on my rewatches if my problems are still problems.

So... yeah. Good or Nah? Good. Obviously.

The hype is a little overblown to me, but it still deserves the hype.

[sitron-sunni]

I watched the new episode of 9-1-1

a personal essay on queerbaiting (sorta)

I watched the new episode of 9-1-1, and immediately burst into tears as the credits started rolling.

Then I rewound the last six minutes, and watched the scene again, pausing to rewind the kiss. Again. And again. And again.

We got a kiss. I didn’t know we were getting a kiss. I sorta knew we were getting bi Buck, but I didn’t know we were getting a kiss. After last week’s episode, a lot of people were 100% convinced we were getting bi Buck. I saw their reactions before I watched that episode, too, and I was so confused once I finished it. Had we seen the same episode? That guy, Tommy, Buck’s so-called bisexual awakening-guy, was barely in there. He had about two memorable lines, and then he was in the background of a different shot, where he received a job-well-done slap on the shoulder from Buckley. That last one’s the one people were focusing on online. Look at the way this is framed, look at how he’s positioned, between Buck and Eddie. This is foreshadowing how he’s gonna get between them. Buck and Tommy is gonna be the gateway into buddie. They’re actually gonna do buddie, why else would they introduce a relationship between Buck and Tommy?

Reader, I’ll keep it straight with you. I did not believe them. After a while I gathered a lot of people already knew the name of the next episode; Buck, Bothered and Bewildered. They’d seen some stills, they knew there would be conflict and jealousy within that trio. They were putting it all together with comments and hints dropped by the actors. All those things added up, and it did paint a far more convincing picture. And I thought it was fun! I reblogged a few posts about it, I think, or at least I liked some. But the fact remains: I did not believe them. I thought, oh, imagine how cool it would be if they actually went there. I thought, yeah, realistically it would make sense to bring in a third person if they were actually gonna do it. That way they could test the waters, gauge audience response, and it could work as a catalyst for the relationship after so long. But mostly I thought Okay, so they’re gonna bring in Buck’s fear of not being enough for the people he loves again, this time through his friendship with Eddie, and we’re gonna get some sort of final resolution for that. Like, a big moment of catharsis. Or something along those lines, anyway. It just seemed to me like the most realistic thing that could happen. I mean, the idea of canon buddie was nice, of course it was! The queerbait is why I started watching the show in the first place: I wanted a good queerbait! But ultimately, a ship like that going canon was completely unrealistic. I speak from experience, after all.

Maybe it would’ve been different if I was younger. I remember being in fandoms when I was a teen. I remember reading theories, watching youtube-videos with “proof” that this or that was real, that it was gonna go canon. I remember getting my hopes up, thinking Oh my god what if they’re actually gonna do it!? for shows and pairings that, in hindsight, were completely unrealistic. Maybe that’s why I, even with fairly good evidence in front of me, didn’t actually get my hopes up this time. Because why be that stupid? Why invest emotionally like that? Why not just enjoy what we actually had instead, and then get anything extra from fanworks? Haven’t we learned by now?

I woke up this morning and opened tumblr, and I read half a sentence about how we actually have bisexual Buck confirmed canon now, before I quickly closed the app to avoid too detailed spoilers. Oh my god they were right! I can’t wait to watch the episode, I thought happily, and went on with my day. I opened the app again a few hours later, and scrolled for a few minutes, until I saw a brief glimpse of one, maybe one and a half gifs. Bucks face, Tommy’s face. Warm orange-y yellow lighting, Buck’s loft, you still owe me a beer. Close the app, move on. There were other posts throughout the day, more glimpses, all along the same lines as the first one. The last one came late in the evening, this time on twitter. Just the word in all caps; ANNOUNCEMENT, and then Bucks face and a bisexual pride flag.

And then finally, finally, after I’d brushed my teeth and gotten into bed, I was alone with my laptop, and I could watch the episode. The hype had built up, I was so excited to finally watch it. I was internally vibrating just a little bit. I was giggly, I was grinning widely, I was making comments to myself out loud, and laughing. I said oh my god, they’re really laying it on thick. I remember watching that scene for the first time and thinking how Tommy really looked so nervous at some points. That last one I found interesting. I really liked the actor’s portrayal; His facial expressions were quite subtle, and I thought he captured that nervous feeling so well. Maybe I took such notice of it because, well, I wasn’t quite expecting it.

I wasn’t expecting nervousness in an interaction between Buck and Tommy, because I still wasn’t actually expecting anything. At least I don’t think I was. Even with everything I’d seen online. Even as I was watching the show, I convinced myself. Those words, you still owe me a beer, they’ve misinterpreted them. They think it’s an invitation to a date because Buck’s jealousy in this episode is making it more plausible than ever before. Sure, the show’s leaning into it this time, but they’re gonna pull the rug out next episode. No, of course it wasn’t an invite to a date, what show were you watching, are you delusional? It’s just gonna be one week of people speculating and theorizing and building it up, and then the show’s gonna resolve it with some no-homo followed by a nice new buddie moment. The buzz will die down, and things will go back to normal.

And then the kiss happened. And then I burst into tears.

And now I think, oh my god isn’t it wild that they’re introducing a new romantic relationship for one of the main characters, and for the entire lead-up to the relationship, both Buck and Tommy are entirely focused on Eddie? Like, they’re just making everything about a third person! Imagine if they did this for anybody else! and, oh my god Tommy’s gonna break up with Buck because Buck’s basically already dating Eddie or something, isn’t he? and, oh my god it’s gonna be glorious! and, oh my god I can’t wait!

And I’m also thinking, I was wrong, and you were right. And I’m so happy I could cry.

TL;DR: If you and I share sterek, or destiel, or god knows what other similarly-shaped trauma, 9-1-1 might heal ya.

[sister-l0cati0n]

Do you have any headcanons for the families of the different Wammy's Boys/how they were orphaned? The only one we ever get a backstory for is Near, and that's in non-canon material lol

I'm yet to read AN so idk about BB lol

How the wammy's boys got orphaned

Thank you so much for your Req! {\_/} ♡

Tw: Angst kinda?

Contains: 1.Matt 2.Mello 3. Near 4.L

🎮| Matt:

-He got into wammy's house when he was about 12

-His father left him early with six leading his mother into a Permissive parenting style their relastionship was clearly strained after his father left his mother

-She still loved her litle son..not for too long though in a fall evening Matt's mother picked him up from his friends house and just about 13 minutes later their car chrashed its like a switch flipped in Matt's mother in her hospital bed she could't even bare to see her son blaming him for the accident because SHE needed to pick HIM up as soon as she got released she told him open and honest she cant handle him anymore or alone stand him with the demand to pack his stuff she give him one last tense ride before leaving him in the orphanage

🍫| Mello:

-He was 11 when he got in the Wammy's house

-His parents were both married his mother had a Uninvolved parenting style and his father had a authoritarian parenting style the reslove= Feeling not good enough and being very emotinal though Mello was mostly driven by supressed anger or stress

-He had a poor relastionship to his father and it felt like his mother didnt take care of him in school he got very good grades but he kept misbehaving or competed with other kids or would even fight with them did he start the fights? Mostly not but he also stole from two stores and got cough once Mello's father did not appreciate the trouble even after he gave so many punishments and at one agurment he just snapped and threatend to put him into a orphanage mello didnt belive it and contuined the next day his stuff got packed for him and he faced wammy's house

🎲| Near: (Headcannon too)

-He got into the wammys house with 12

-He had always lived with his Father and grandma he got raises with a Authoritative style his father was in awe when he saw that he got such a gifted litle boy he bhought him puzzles and color books though Near was mostly interested in the puzzles Near's father would laugh in glee and proud when he got a high test score

-His father found out about Wammy's house and offerd Near to bring him there explaining how they would fall apart but Near could lock in with a good stable future for a price of being L's next successor and how how could proof his skills Near thought about it for the weekend before agreeing 4 months after he joined wammy's house his father died by kira's hands due to comitting armed roberry

🍰| L:

-He got into wammys house with 11-12

[Sorry if there is a cannon age]

-His mother raised him alone and had a Discerning parenting style

-L's mother was hard working single parent there were days where she overworked but seeing how smart he was took a lot of stress off her shoulders every 4 months she invinted her sisters and mother to their house there was always lots of cake and candy for L at one meeting L got tired earlier then usuall so he went to bed early he didnt sleep for more then 1-2 hours before his grandma and one of the aunts came in sobbing crying picking up L he didnt even know what was happening all he knew it was he was staying with his Grandma for a few days just on the last days he got told that his mother and his second aunt had a conflict wich escalated into violance and that his mother wasnt in the right state to take care of him anymore ever and so he got handed to Mr.Wammy

OKAY THAT WAS A LOT (Poor babies)

I just tried to go with what i think made sense for how they behave and just kinda went with a feeling?

I hope you could enjoy it and Feel always free to send any kind of Req for headcannons,reactions,etc for the wammys boys i didnt include BB cause i wasnt sure if he counts if you specificly want him included you can write it in the request! Thats it byeee ♡♡♡

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Field Work

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~5.4k

Summary: Wanda borrows Boone for his sniffer.

A/N: Here's another one! This one combines my favorite things. Dogs and.....Boone is in this one. Also there's conflict and Wanda gets lectured.

Warnings: angst, injury, and conflict

Boone pants as he sits and watches his mom talk to Steve and Bucky nearby. He hadn’t gone to work with you today because Wanda had something that she could use his help with. There’d been a tense conversation this morning before you left, but eventually you just kissed him on the head and scratched his ears with a smile. You’d told him to be a good boy, and now he was waiting to see what happens next.

He’s been brought to the compound first to run through what he was going to be asked to do. Although he was mostly a companion to you and Wanda, he did occasionally train for other things as well. It really depended on if you let him and so far he’s mostly done bite training, tracking and scent training. You preferred to have him with you or just at home, but you knew that sometimes he got bored. He was a high drive dog who enjoyed being around you, but he also enjoyed being put to work.

Regardless of whether it's for work or companionship, Boone loves to be around his people and he’s glad to see that Bucky’s walking over to him to get started. He’s a little on the fence about attempting this, but Wanda wanted it and you’d agreed so they were going to try to make it work. He smiles at Boone as he scratches his head when the dog stands up.

“Are you ready, bud?"

Boone barks excitedly as he follows Bucky downstairs to the rooms that they normally used to train dogs.

When Wanda woke up this morning, she’d been greeted by the bad news that an op that was planned for today had hit a snag. She’d barely been awake enough to get all of the details, but the important one was that their dogs that had been prepared to find the drugs hidden away somewhere at the edge of Strucker’s territory are no longer an option. He was too paranoid to just leave it anywhere in it’s pure form so they were going on a scavenger hunt of sorts. Strucker had numerous locations where he’d keep a ton of random, somewhat valuable items stashed away, and Wanda and her friends had concluded that their haul was most likely in one of these buildings.

The trouble was figuring out which ones, and that is where the dogs came in. They would go into each of these buildings and try to locate the drugs they were looking for, cocaine in this case, and save them hours looking for it. Unfortunately, the dogs set to help with this were sick from getting into the trash last night. She didn’t remember the specifics but she made sure that whoever was responsible gets reprimanded for fucking this up. She knows it may not work on such short notice, hell they have two hours until they were set to leave, but she figures that she might as well try and see if Boone can do it.

You’d taught him how to find different things by smell early on. You’d learned very quickly that he needed to stay preoccupied in order to not be destructive, and he loved it so you continued even as he grew older. You’d mostly had him fetch commonplace things for you, but last year Wanda had proposed introducing him to different things that she worked with such as money, guns and drugs. You’d been a little reluctant and had wanted to be there for Boone’s training whenever possible. You trusted Wanda when she said that it would be done safely and that Boone was into it. You didn’t want him to be forced into something that he didn’t want to do, and that was the deal that you had with your wife.

If she wanted to borrow him to help at work, you had to be aware of what was happening. You also had the right to tag along to the not dangerous parts, but you were working today and since it was so last minute you were nervous. You weren’t sure if Boone was ready, but Wanda was asking for a favor so you allowed it. She’s reassured you that your dog wouldn’t be in danger and you chose to believe her.

Now however, as you sat at work waiting for your next appointment, you considered how most things that Wanda did were dangerous. Even if they weren’t supposed to be, she found a way to be at risk which is one of the main reasons why you were pushing for her retirement. Unfortunately, she wasn’t as enthused by the idea of being retired by 35 as you were hoping she’d be.

“Good boy, Boone!”

Bucky smiles at the shepherd who brings him back the bait for a 5th time in a row. He gives Boone another treat that he munches on happily as he considers his next move. They’d been at this for over an hour and Boone was doing a perfect job of finding the bait despite the various changes and distractions he’d added. He checked the time and realized that they had to leave in about 20 minutes. He looked over to Boone who was still sniffing one of the rats that wandered around this room for training purposes. They were all taken care of and would be collected when they left, but this one wanted to finish some of the treat that Boone had dropped.

“Let’s go find your mom, bud.”

Wanda’s waiting anxiously for Boone and Bucky to finish up when she receives a call saying that everyone is ready ahead of schedule. She’s only a little nervous about taking your baby out to enemy territory, but she’ll make sure someone was with him the whole time and there will be plenty of back up.

“Hey, Wanda.”

Wanda turns around at the sound of her name and she smiles when she sees Boone’s get up. He’s dressed up for the occasion and he looks so cute that Wanda can’t help but take a picture of him. She’ll send it to you once he’s back here safe and sound. She puts her phone away before she walks towards him and reaches out to pet him.

“Look at you Boone. You look so cute in your helmet.”

Boone’s been outfitted with a helmet that has a camera on it so they can see what he sees as he wanders through the buildings with a handler. He’s wearing a bulletproof vest and a collar with a tracker on it just in case. Wanda’s not going to take any chances with him, and she still needs to figure out if Bucky’s okay with accompanying him.

“Is he ready? “

Wanda’s almost disappointed when Bucky nods because she’s just stressed about her decision to get Boone’s help. She’s sure he can do it. He’s very smart and he will have someone with him the whole time, but they’d only scoped out this area a couple of times. Bucky can clearly tell that Wanda is stressing and he does his best to reassure her that everything will be fine. With any luck, they’ll go in, Boone will sniff it out and then they will get what they came for and leave.

It would be easy, right?

“I’ll go with him, Wanda. It will be nice and quick hopefully.”

You’re typing angrily on your computer when you hear your phone go off from where it sits on your desk beside you. You grab it so quickly you nearly send it to the floor in your hurry, and you mutter a curse as you look to see who it is.

We’re on our way now, I’ll let you know when he’s back safe.

Wanda.

You look at the time before trying to calculate how long until you’ll hear from her again. She’d told you this morning that this shouldn’t take too long, but you had no idea what that really meant. You tried to focus on your work and not worry about your dog, but that was near impossible. You’re still holding your phone ten minutes later when another message comes in. This time it’s a picture.

You see Boone standing next to Bucky with his vest, helmet and a tiny camera on his head. He’s panting and looks relaxed and almost happy and you are glad to see this. You want him to be safe and you’re glad he’s with Bucky. You take a deep breath and send your wife a quick message before returning to work. You smile as you sneak another look at your cute dog before starting back up on your record, this time you type with a little less force.

“Ready Boone?”

When they arrive about a block away from the first building Steve parks the car and looks to the duo in the backseat. Boone whines excitedly and is on his feet and ready to go before Bucky even opens the door.

“We’ll rely on coms once you’re in there, and Wanda will be monitoring the stream as you go.”

Steve mentions that the guards around the building have been subdued and Bucky takes that as his cue. He looks to Boone who’s raring to go. He makes sure that his helmet is on securely before leading him out of the car and on toward the first building of three.

“Come on, Boone.”

The shepherd is already sniffing as he arrives at the doors and Bucky pushes it open before letting Boone lead the way.

“Okay, Boone. Find it.”

Bucky follows Boone as he walks up and down the rows of supplies stacked almost as tall as Bucky. Some are visible while others are in metal crates, but Bucky’s mostly concerned about keeping track of their surroundings. While Boone focuses on looking for their stash, he’s making sure that there’s nothing suspicious or dangerous that could harm either of them. Other than the possible guns, explosives and other weapons that might be in here.

Bucky looks up briefly at the rafters of this dark and drafty building and he sighs in defeat. Why did mobsters have to be so cliché?

“Find anything yet?”

This is Steve and Bucky’s shaking his head and about to say no. but Boone stops at one of the boxes near the end of the aisle. They’re more than half way through everything and so far, Boone’s just been walking up and down. He stops to sniff this particular box again and Wanda’s speaking up as she watches through Boone’s camera.

“Maybe that one? Can you open it at all?”

Bucky tells Boone to sit as he takes a closer look at the box in front of him. It’s metal, probably heavy, and definitely locked. Bucky says this and then he marks it with a piece of bright orange tape to help whoever is going to come back and get it.

“Okay Boone, let’s keep going.”

Boone goes through the rest of the containers without finding anything, so Bucky moves to the next building. By the time they finish in the last building and Boone’s only tagged one more container, Wanda’s beginning to worry. Had her informant been given bad information? They’d been told that there were at least 6 different containers that had drugs in it, but Boone had only found two. The possibilities were that either they’d been wrong, or Boone just hadn’t been able to find them all. She’s not sure which option she’d prefer at this point.

“Let’s just get these two and go back to the compound. We’ll figure it out from there.”

Everyone nods and they can hear the obvious disappointment in her voice. Bucky glances down at Boone who’s still sniffing around furiously and he wonders what happened tonight. Maybe Boone just hadn’t been given enough time to prepare.

“Okay, we’re on our way back Steve.”

Steve was ordering a group to go retrieve the containers when Bucky says this. After Steve responds, Bucky sighs and starts to lead Boone back to the car. He follows obediently up until they get back to the parking lot. Once they’re close enough to Steve, Boone starts to pull away and try to go in a different direction. Bucky frowns and tries to pull Boone back, but he whines before he starts to pull harder and Bucky curses under his breath.

“Boone, stop it. Come on.”

The shepherd starts to whine louder and it catches Wanda’s attention from where she’s standing in the doorway. She’d been about to leave but Boone’s odd behavior had caught her attention. She frowns when she sees Boone keep looking back to something that she couldn’t see very well. She decides to try and figure out what it is because Boone apparently is really interested in it.

“Bucky, where is he wanting you to go?”

The brunette in question has no idea and short of letting Boone drag him away he’s not sure if they’ll be able to find out. He says something to this affect and Wanda considers her options. She knows that beyond the three buildings they just looked at, they have no idea of what might be in the surrounding area. There might be more drugs, or there might be a trap waiting for them. When Boone whines again and Wanda sees him look back behind the buildings again, she decides to let him go explore.

“Take him back there, Bucky.”

Bucky’s only a little hesitant to do so because he’s not sure what they’ll find, but he pulls his gun and follows after Boone who’s just short of running. He runs toward the back of the buildings where there’s a small junkyard that smells like sewage. They’d only glanced back here because there didn’t believe anything was salvageable, and all Bucky saw were a couple of old cars and some empty shipping containers that looked like they were one strong storm away from disintegrating.

“Boone.”

Bucky watches as Boone continues to walk towards the actual pile of garbage before deciding to call for backup. He stops Boone in his tracks despite the fact that the dog wants to keep going. He’s sniffing furiously and Bucky secretly hopes it’s not just for some animal that’s hiding nearby.

“I think he wants to look in there.”

Wanda frowns as she tries to figure out what Boone might be on to before she shakes her head. She sends in two more people to join the duo just to be sure before she gives Bucky the go ahead. She ignores Bucky greeting his backup and focuses on Boone who skips over the cars and go straight for the containers. Bucky’s going between watching him and looking around the surrounding area to make sure it’s still clear. The duo behind him is looking with flashlights into the tall grass that the buildings are backed up against. It’s dark and cold out and they don’t expect to see anyone but the guards out here. Especially not out in the middle of a damn freeze.

The shot goes off when Boone’s only a couple of feet away from a container. The loud crack cuts through the silence and makes everyone jump in surprise and Boone yelps in pain. Wanda hears rustling and Bucky curses as Boone falls over, and she watches as the camera spins and lands on the barely visible container.

“Shit! Boone.”

Bucky makes sure that he’s covered by the two who are shooting into the dark before he kneels down next to Boone. He quickly finds where Boone was hit, and he sighs in relief when he sees no blood and only a deformed vest. The shouting and guns in the background fade away, and Bucky realizes that Wanda’s talking to him.

“Bucky, is he okay? Is he alive?”

Wanda’s panicking because she can’t tell if Boone is moving, and if she’s gotten your dog killed today, she’ll be a single woman by sunrise. She waits as patiently as possible as Bucky assesses the damage, and she nearly starts crying when she hears him sigh.

“Yes, he’s okay. It hit the vest.”

Boone still doesn’t move much and he whines when Bucky pets him. He listens to Steve talk to the others and realizes that the shooter is down, so he decides to take Boone back to the car and have someone come out here and collect whatever they were about to find. Wanda is predictably on the same page and she is already trying to figure out how to tell you what happened. You’d undoubtedly be mad and she would be very lucky if she still got to sleep next to you tonight, but she’d worry about that later.

“I’m bringing him back Steve. Someone else can come grab this.”

Steve agrees and within a few minutes, Boone is lying in the backseat of the car with Bucky. He tries to take off the shepherd’s vest but it’s difficult with the car moving and given that he keeps whining, he decides to wait until they’re back to the compound. Wanda is waiting for them when they arrive, and she fidgets nervously as she waits for Bucky to get out.

“How is he doing?”

Bucky tells her that he’s about the same. He’s still wearing all of his gear because he’d been too uncomfortable to take it off, and he probably couldn’t walk on his own. Wanda realizes that this must be true because the door’s been left open and Boone hasn’t jumped out yet. She waits until Steve gets out too and she waits until he picks Boone up.

“Hi Boone. Are you okay?”

Wanda smiles as the shepherd wags his tail while in Steve’s arms, but as the blonde sets him on the ground, he starts to whine again. He’s offloading weight onto his right side and refusing to walk when Steve starts toward Wanda.

"Have you called, Y/n, yet?”

You’re on your way home when Wanda finally calls you. It’s only about an hour after Boone returned to the compound, but she’d been buying her time because she knew you’d be pissed. He’s improved a little bit, but he still didn’t want to move much, and he wouldn’t let her get a good look. The most he’d let her do was take off his gear and take him upstairs where he promptly laid down. He’d only just recently fallen asleep, up until now he’d been whining, and now as Wanda talked to you on the phone, she realized that you’re going to be so worried when he doesn’t get up to greet you.

“Hey, Wands. How did it go?”

You tap the steering wheel nervously as you wait for you wife to tell you that your dog was fine. You’d only been worried about this all day long, and the fact that she hadn’t told you that he was back home safe made you realize that he was either hurt or the search was still ongoing. Wanda sighs as she skips to the only part she knows you’ll care about.

“Boone was shot in his vest, but he’s fine.”

You push a little harder on the accelerator unintentionally as you hear that your baby’s hurt. You are only about ten minutes from home, but you’re going to cut it down as much as possible. You try not to sound angry as you ask Wanda to explain what happened.

“He’s okay?”

Wanda nods as she tells you that he’d done a good job and found everything they’d needed. The last place they’d checked though hadn’t been as clear as they’d thought and upon investigating, someone had shot Boone. They were dead now and her employees had recovered the rest of the drugs, but she didn’t say this because she knew you wouldn’t care. You’re wondering how long ago this happened, and the thought of Wanda not telling you this immediately makes you furious.

“When did this happen?”

Wanda realizes she’s fucked when she hears how mad you are. She’s not sure how she screwed up so badly.

“About an hour and a half ago.”

You pull into a parking spot before you get out of your car and start to head for the elevators. You have a feeling you’ll be coming right back here once you figure out arrangements for your dog. You sigh heavily as you stab the ‘up’ button for the elevator and glare at the lights as you wait for it to open.

“Why the hell are you just telling me now then?”

You stomp into the elevator and when Wanda hears the sound of it beeping as it climbs the floors, she realizes she’s almost out of time. She looks over to Boone who’s still sleeping calmly before telling you the truth. She tells you how he seemed fine, just a little sore, and that she was going to watch him until you got home. She figured you’d be home early because of your nerves, and as soon as she says this she realizes her mistake.

“Clearly, I had a reason to worry. You should have told me. There’s no way to know how hurt he is just by looking at him.”

You want to say more. You want to ask Wanda why she thought this was a good idea. You want to ask her what Boone had been shot with and where and how he’s been acting since. Instead, you wait until the elevator reaches your floor, and you storm out and just hang up the phone as you reach the door.

Wanda hasn’t come up with a response other than an apology before you open the door and hurry inside. Wanda stiffens and she looks to you, but you’re already zeroed in on your dog. He’s sleeping in his bed in the living room and you walk over to him immediately to check on him.

“How has he been doing?”

Wanda doesn’t hesitate to tell you the truth. She’s sure you’ll see it soon enough and you’re already mad at her. She doesn’t want to make it worse.

“He’s sore. He doesn’t want to walk because his left side hurts. He just whined a little before falling asleep.”

You frown at this as you carefully reach out to pet your dog’s head with a sigh. You wait until he wakes up and his eyes look weak as he opens them for you. The sight of you makes him jump slightly and he near howls as he tries to get to his feet to greet you. Wanda jumps and cringes at the sound while you just try to calm Boone down.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay, Boone. It’s okay.”

You urged your dog to sit back down and you take a few seconds to calm down. You hate seeing any animal in pain, but when it’s your pet you become frantic. You need to remind yourself of everything you know to be logical before you try and formulate a plan for your fur baby. He was shot, and although it didn’t go through his vest, Boone is obviously still hurt. You know very little about bulletproof vests, but that doesn’t matter as much as getting Boone looked at now. You are already running through your contacts for a radiologist when your wife speaks up.

“Is there something I can help with?”

You bite back your initial urge to tell her that you don’t want her help. You’re still pissed that you weren’t told about this as soon as it happened. The only rule you really had for Wanda when she wanted to use Boone for her work was to keep him as safe as possible. This included making sure he was taken care of if he got hurt. Her decision to not tell you and wait until you got home to deal with it wasn’t acceptable, and you weren’t going to let this happen again.

“It’s fine. I’m going to take him to get a CT. Can you have Bucky meet me downstairs?”

When Wanda asked him to escort you to the hospital, he’d figured that she would tag along. He had been surprised to see just you and Boone waiting downstairs for him, but he didn’t comment on it. He’d answered some questions about what happened earlier today before it had been silent for most of the ride there. He realized pretty quickly that you were upset, and it didn’t take any thought for him to know why.

He hadn’t agreed with Wanda’s decision to delay telling you about Boone. He knew you’d be pissed either way, but waiting just made it worse. That said, he didn’t want to get in the middle of anything. It wasn’t his business, but he could feel the anger and worry practically radiate off you as you watched your sedated dog go through the CT.

“You can read these?”

You actually laugh slightly at his question as you look between your dog and the monitor. No, you can’t read CTs. You can identify organs and some other important structures, but you have looked at maybe 12 in your life, and that’s not nearly enough to even start a baseline for what’s normal. You say this and Bucky just nods before he looks back to Boone who is pulled back through the machine one more time.

“No, but this is why I keep in touch with classmates. I know a radiologist or two.”

Wanda is drinking by the time you and Bucky reach the hospital. She’s upset at herself for how today went. She doesn’t even care that she found what she needed. She’s too stressed about what happened to Boone to even consider checking in on anything else. She’d started to text you three times before she chickened out and texted Bucky. He hadn’t responded yet and she wonders if he’s mad at her too.

She sighs as she looks to her cat as she jumps up on the counter. She wonders how she’d feel if Fletcher was shot. Well for one she’d most certainly die because she didn’t think cats wear bulletproof vests. She also knows that there is no circumstance where she’d allow Fletcher to be in danger like that. This makes her realize how much you’d sacrificed to let Boone go with her today. She’d underestimated what you were giving up when you’d agreed earlier, and you were most certainly regretting it now. After all, Wanda had failed to keep Boone safe, and then she’d failed to tell you about it until later.

Wanda scowls at this thought. She’d be livid if this happened to her precious cat, so she couldn’t really blame you for being mad. She groans at her stupidity before she drinks the rest of her scotch before Fletcher can stick her face in it. She reaches out for the tabby and scratches her chin before figuring out how she’s going to make this up to you.

“He looks good, Y/n. I mean he has a large spleen, but we both knew he would.”

You laugh at this and you can’t fight the tears of relief that sting your eyes at the news. You’d called your friend from vet school and asked her to look at your dog’s images. She’d been more than happy to when you sent her multiple pictures of him. She had a shepherd too. Three actually, and you talked about them as you waited for an official diagnosis.

Boone was bruised, which wasn’t a shock at all, on the left side of his chest. It was extensive, but luckily the vest had done it’s job and it was all superficial. You’d been surprised to hear your friend tell you that the vest was probably the best there was given how much damage it absorbed.

“That’s great news. Thank you so much.”

You feel your relief immediately improve your mood and you’re smiling widely by the time you hang up the phone. You’d already looked Boone over before bringing him in here, and although you’re not happy with the large bruise hidden beneath his fur, it could have been a lot worse. You check the time and realize you’d been gone for almost two hours without checking in with Wanda. You’re not sure you want to reach out to her now because despite Boone being okay, that wasn’t your only issue with how today played out.

Wanda knew the rules and she’d ignored them because she’d been worried about your reaction. Luckily, this time it wasn’t detrimental, but something like this couldn’t happen again and you were going to make sure she knew this.

Boone is on some pretty heavy-duty pain drugs when he walks into your rooms at the compound. He’s a little unsteady on his feet as he walks over to his bed. Wanda watches him with a sympathetic smile as he plops down on his bed and almost immediately start snoring. He’s had a long day and he deserves to rest after doing so well.

Wanda waits with bated breath as you walk through the door with an exhausted sigh. You would like to go to sleep right now and you intend to soon, but first you need to talk to your wife. You’re not even hungry despite not eating dinner, so you ignore the good smells from the kitchen as you close the door behind you. You look to Wanda who you can tell is on edge, but hopefully what you have to say will fix this.

“Let’s talk, okay?”

Wanda nods and follows you to the couch to hopefully not get yelled at. She sits down beside you and waits until you’re settled and turning to her before speaking.

“I’m really sorry about today, Y/n.”

You know this and you nod as you try not to be too harsh with what you say next. Wanda’s feeling guilty which you don’t exactly like, but you appreciate what it signified. She knows that she fucked up and hopefully this will be less likely to happen in the future.

“I know you are, and don’t worry too much, he’s fine. He’ll just be sore for a little bit.”

Wanda is relieved to hear this, but this feeling doesn’t last long as you continue. You frown slightly as you glance over your shoulder at your dog for a second. Just to remind yourself that he’s okay.

“That said, I don’t want him to do anything for your work anymore. I only asked you for one thing today, Wands, and you couldn’t do it. So I don’t want to trust you with Boone again until I actually feel I can trust you with him. Okay?”

Wanda frowns at this despite knowing it was coming, but she nods regardless before agreeing to your terms. Not like she has a choice. Boone is your dog first and if you don’t want him involved with something, he’s not going to be.

“Okay. I understand.”

You sit in silence for a while as you both consider the events of today with matching frowns. Wanda’s trying to figure out if she’s sleeping here tonight while you’re trying to figure out if you’ll wake up in the middle of the night if you go to bed now. You figure Boone is good for the night. He’s exhausted and too doped up on medication to go outside again. He’ll be fine until morning. You’re still not hungry so you sigh as you stand up and stretch before looking to the bedroom with a yawn.

“I’m not really hungry. I think I’m going to shower and go to bed.”

Wanda just nods as she looks to the clock. It’s still early, but she could sleep now too after all of the stress from tonight.

“Okay.”

You nod and go pet your dog one more time before heading to the bedroom. Wanda just watches you go and you’re almost in the bedroom when you turn around and offer her a small smile.

“I’ll meet you there?”

Wanda smiles before she nods and decides she’ll join you in a bit. She just wants to sit with Boone for a while.

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”

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This little drabble is dedicated to @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog who's work is absolutely incredible, both her writing and her character interpretations and narratives. I've been dying to write something within this verse, canon or not - I hope you enjoy!

This fic is entirely self indulgent, and is mostly banter between Ominis and Amara (with background Ominis x f!MC) as an exploration of their adult characters

This fic probably won't make a whole lot of sense without reading THIS first, as it was my muse and explains the conflict.

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The journey had been ghastly. Awful was quite the understatement. There was no easily accessible portkey from England to the States, at least none that he’d been familiar with. No doubt there was something tucked away within the Ministries walls themself, but he wasn’t privy to those secrets. So Ominis had to defer to the muggle ways of travel. By boat. Even the word hellish felt too kind to refer to the voyage, which had made him queasy the entire time, and entirely dependent on quick charms to alleviate the nausea.

But he was here now. In the office of the Chief Auror herself. The Magical Congresses up-and-coming pride and joy. But before she was all of that, she was the nuisance who pestered him throughout her time at Hogwarts. And his friend too, of course.

“You look awful,” Amara remarked bluntly. “Merlin’s sake, how come I haven’t seen you in four years? I wish you’d write more candidly, I knew it was bad but…” There was the click of a lighter, and the sound of her breath as she pulled a cigar to her lips, “This is something else entirely. When’s the last time you slept?”

“Last night.” 

“You know what I mean. Slept well. Anything more than six hours?”

He mulled it over, brows furrowing as he did so. Though he’d always had a penchant for napping.. six whole hours of uninterrupted peaceful sleep felt wholly unobtainable. His wife was such a dear, but even her warmth felt so far away in lieu of recent happenings. Though it was scarcely the truth, and despite their best efforts the pervasive anxieties never seemed to fade entirely.

“I can’t recall.”

“You’ve gotten worse at lying I see.” Her lips curled upward into an impish smirk. “Try again.”

There was no point in beating around the bush. She’d called him across the sea for some catching up, and he might as well get the kneazle out of the bag. He sighed in defeat and pulled out several sheets of bound parchment from within his inner coat pocket. 

“Here.”

_

Amara skimmed the pages a thousand times over. Ominis sat across from her, his unseeing eyes ghosting just adjacent to where she sat at her desk. No longer did she don her blazer, only clad in her suspenders, pinstripe trousers, and her white dress shirt whose sleeves were pulled up high above her forearms, resting at her elbows. Her legs crossed over the ornate desk, occasionally bouncing to a rhythm only she could hear. 

“Nasty business.” Amara sat the parchment down. “Figures, with the Ministry. I keep my business with them cut and dry for this very reason.” 

“I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. I did what I had to.”

“Ease up, I’m not accusing you of anything. Given the circumstances... I’d say you didn’t do too shabby. How’d the wife take all of this?”

“Not.. well.” He faltered. The twinge of regret flickered across his already furrowed brow. It was a classic Ominis expression, one Amara had seen many a time while the blond stewed over his potions cauldron. In a way, she missed it — if not for the circumstances.

“Just as I thought.” She tapped her cigar atop the ashtray before taking another languid drag. “Can’t say I blame her either. The whole thing is a damned mess. I take it she isn’t all too pleased?”

His wife was the interesting sort, Amara remembered her fondly back from their tenure at Hogwarts. Albeit their relationship was a bit strained to start, the girl had been headstrong, reckless, and irritatingly sharp at times. But that was a long time ago, and they hardly wrote to one another these days, except the snippets mentioned in passing from her letters to Natsai.

“It’s more complicated than that. For the time being... I think it’s going to be alright. But this arrangement.. as much as I stand by my word and my choice… part of me worries if it’s going to cause more harm than good.”

That caused her interest to pique tenfold. “Because of the workload no doubt?”

“Something to that effect, yes.” Ominis was holding back, which was of little surprise to her. They were friends, but she’d need to sweeten the pot with a few more drinks before he would start speaking candidly. Still, the fact he was telling her anything was enough to satiate her curiosity for the time being. 

Amara whistled long and low, “The old brass has got you both working to the bone.”

He nodded dismally. It was no wonder Ominis seemed so quiet. He’d always been distant back in school, but where the two of them were concerned, the banter and snark were nothing short of rambunctious. She was staring at a man now, slightly haggard from the anxiety that hung over him.

The auror exhaled a long plume of smoke from her mouth, “I could get you out of this, you know. No physical contact.. no written terms… seems like it’s just itching for someone to dig their claws and tear it all to shreds.”

“Amara…” Ominis warned. He had no doubt his friend was sincere about this as she was shrewd. But even her power base, influential as it may be, was newly established. The connections were there, but they weren’t centuries old. Getting him out of a Ministry agreement was one thing, finding a solution to the wicked nature of his family was another. 

“What? I have more Galleons to my name in just my left pinky than your family has combined! It would be no trouble.“

“It’s you. Of course, there’d be trouble.”

Amara scoffed. “That's beside the point. And it’s not like I don’t know how to take care of myself, honestly, you’re not giving me credit here. It would be quite simple.”

“I disagree..” He spoke tersely under his breath.

“..You’d have to uproot and bring your missus overseas.. but once you’re in our jurisdiction you’d be in good company. No tiresome busywork, no Ministry-sanctioned duties, and not a single Gaunt on your back—“

“Amara.” His voice hardened, turning stern. “You’re not listening.” 

She quickly shot back, “Stop calling me that, you’re in my office.”

“You’re the one acting impetuously. Let me finish first, I’m not denying any of your achievements.”

Impetuous. She gnawed at the inside of her lip. The audacity of the blond knew no bounds. Part of her wanted to refute the word, the other knew if she said anything more she’d only be proving him right. 

“Alright.. speak.” 

He sighed, rubbing one thumb over the other. A nervous tick. Had it been so long he’d started doing that around her again? 

“You are tenacious, yes. And Merlin knows there’s nothing that can stop you from getting what you want. But my family — they’re not the same thing. This is bigger than that.”

She just couldn’t help herself, “How? I'm not some useless receptionist, I'm Chief Auror! And  — and you’re married to well — her of all people! Just between the three of us, we could turn them to dust!”

His voice raised, “That’s the problem. That's what you don’t understand, that you could never understand. You can’t just throw Galleons at the problem until it goes away. And you aren’t going to threaten them either!”

“I’d wager I’d win.” She scoffed. “It’d be a waste of time.”

“Let’s not take that chance then.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

The silence was terse, but at least this was familiar. Many a fight had ended in this way, as the two former Slytherins would skulk off to their respective quarters. There was nowhere to hide now, and Amara swallowed the lump in her throat. Arguing was pointless, this was all so exceedingly pointless. She couldn’t win Ominis over today, but admitting that was admitting defeat. So she reveled in the silence, her gaze transfixed on the trails of smoke she exhaled every so often.

“I know you mean well.” His voice was soft now, melancholy even. “I know you’re just trying to do what’s right, in your own horrible way.”

Did he have to throw that in there? Damn him. Still, his words seemed sincere enough so Amara let it linger in hopes he’d continue. 

“It would never work. The situation is grave, it wasn’t as if this deal was thrust upon me. I had to fight with everything I had to protect her. And you must know she’d never agree to it, even less so than our current arrangements. She’ll defend our home with everything she has, no matter how tempting your real estate may be.”

At least he was starting to joke again.

“You’re a match made in heaven, the both of you. Unfathomably stubborn.” 

The clock ticked onward, and they sat there again, rotting away in their thoughts. Really, that was the last thing either of them should be doing. Amara had to do something, say anything. A sidelong glance at her expansive liquor bar seemed to be the timely distraction they needed.

“I think I need a drink after all that, you game?”

He looked as though he were about to refuse. But then, to her immense delight, Ominis nodded. She poured the liquor into two glasses, making sure to fill his a bit more than her own. Maybe it'd help ease his nerves. With a wave of her wand, she slid the glass across the desk and onto his side. The sickly sweet smell of brandy filled the room as he took a long whiff off the top of the glass. 

“Are you going to make love to that thing or should I pour it back in?” Her blunt words caught him off guard and caused his face to flush in embarrassment.

“As always, you’re obnoxious.” He snarked and took a long sip. “Well, I’ll say it. Not bad.”

To his chagrin, it was better than he’d hoped it would be. Ominis had sorely wished he could’ve found something to nag her over, but her alcohol was clearly not the case. Besides, the last thing the Chief Auror needed was him swelling up her ego any more than MACUSA already had. 

“Always delighted that my liquor pleases you, M’lord.” Amara joked wryly. The banter was coming easier now, and some of the visible tension from his forehead began to dissipate. 

The bustling enterprise within the Manhattan landscape seemed oddly quaint from within her outcropping. There was the occasional shuffling and clink of glass and the distant tune of far-off classical from.. someone indiscernible.

“It’ll be alright, Ominis.” She spoke after a few blissful seconds. “I swear it. And should anything happen, you know you can call on me.”

“I know.” He twirled the brandy around his glass, “I know if there’s one woman more hellbent on justice than even my wife, it’s you. As strange as all of this is to even consider, I’ll take that to heart. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Let’s hope.” She leaned over and clinked her glass thusly against his own. “And I mean.. there’s always Sebastian. Though Godric knows what heinous mischief he’s up to at the moment.”

That garnered her a small chuckle from his end. “Whatever it is, he’s probably having more fun than the both of us.”

“Speak for yourself, I’m having a ball!” She scoffed playfully. 

“As am I.” 

That was quite a compliment. She inquisitively glanced him up and down, regardless of the fact he wouldn’t notice. But the statement seemed in earnest. In truth, it wasn’t all that rare these days in their friendship, but it still felt like she’d been doused in the freezing depths of the Black Lake.

“Don’t tell me you’re finally fond of me after all.”

Another laugh. “Oh don’t be absurd, the only reason I came mincing across the sea was to pilfer off of your liquor.”

She gave a mock gasp of dismay. “Absolutely not! I’m going to send you away at once, do you even know how much this cost me?”

“Do I want to know?”

“..Probably not.” Her voice pitched slightly in embarrassment, losing the cool confident edge she’d been carrying throughout the bulk of the conversation. 

He snickered at that, “I better get my golds worth, fill me up another won’t you?”

Amara grinned, "It would be my pleasure."

[uriekukistan]

how do you … hhow do yiu start writjng. like how do you. opening paragraph…. how do you begin..

sksjdj sorry this took so long, i genuinely rewrote my answer 3-4 times 💀 took me a few hours to figure out how i wanted to answer this tbh bc usually i don't even know what im doing either

also im by no means a perfect writer, i’m still working to improve with every fic, so pls take this w a grain of salt, everyone writes their own way as well…hopefully this isnt too long or annoying or preachy or anything.

i always have an outline of my fic ready before i start writing, regardless of if it's super vague or highly detailed, i also try to think about what the character(s) want from the situation(s) and potential ways that could create conflict (not in an angsty way per se but in a plot moving way). knowing this is super helpful for deciding where to start because different types of openings are good for different stories.

ideas i use a lot!

-> character intro! this is my most commonly used way to start a new story. i like to make sure my MC is in the first sentence so the reader knows who the story is going to focus on. this does have a potential to go wrong, bc essentially, there's the good way and then there's my immortal 💀

when i say to use a character intro, i mean like their mindset/beliefs as they pertain to the plot, main conflict they're facing, or how they're feeling at that moment, rather than "basic info"

ex: megumi fushiguro is 15, has black hair and green eyes, and he's a jujutsu sorcerer and is in his first year at jujutsu tech. in his free time, he reads. he loves animals. he was abandoned by his parents at a young age, so he's wary of others <- boring, bland, sparks 0 interest

VS: Megumi was never a fan of love. Not in books, not in TV shows, not in movies, and certainly not in real life. He hadn’t so much as considered having romantic feelings for someone in fifteen years of living, and he wasn’t about to start now. Definitely not now. Not after what had happened. <- interesting, gives insight into how megumi thinks (and how strongly), sparks interest bc what happened??

hsiao doesn't want to date a coworker because she has a dangerous job, but has a crush on saiko. urie can't express his feelings because he's spent ages bottling them up, and now he needs to grieve someone he didn't realize he cared for until it's too late. establishing these things is really important, and should be done eventually either way.

i think this method works best for stories focusing on a conflict that's more internal because it sets up the characters psyche, but can still be used for external conflict effectively!

-> dialogue: another one that can be tricky, and gets a bad wrap sometimes, but it can very much be used well. it's good to use if the story is focusing on interpersonal conflict, especially if it involves a lot of arguing. usually, i throw the reader into a high tension, fast moving scene with dialogue, sometimes one with a confrontational start, sometimes in the middle of an already brewing interaction.

-> strong feelings: this works best with negative feelings, so i use it mostly for reeeeaaaallly angsty fics. physical pain, extreme sadness or guilt, grief, rage, or high stress work really well for this, because they're feelings that tend to consume everything else. you gotta be ready to dedicate a few paragraphs to really good descriptions that make readers feel. it's a bit intimidating to write and has the potential to overwhelm readers as well, so i tend to reserve it for fics that i intend to be really heavy and upsetting, no happy ending/comfort type fics

-> straight into action: gonna be honest, i try to avoid this one as much as possible unless it's in a multi-chapter fic where the characters/conflict have been firmly established. used outside of this, i think it works best with actions that are literal beginnings, or it feels like part of the story is missing. things like waking up, opening a door (staring at a blank page trying to write..........)

lil tips ig

★ shorter sentences: my usual writing style has a lot of lengthy sentences, but when it's the first thing a reader sees, it slows down the pace immediately. of course, there's a place for long sentences as well, but the average reader is going to go for something that grabs their attention quickly.

★ u don't have to start from the beginning!! honestly i get this from writing academic essays, but sometimes it's easier to write the beginning after you wrote the rest because even if u think u know where ur going, it can change as u write it. tbh once i wrote fic almost entirely backwards 💀

slfkjgnkjnsfglk i hope this was at least somewhat helpful, honestly i wasn't sure what to say, but i'm really excited to see ur fic!!! ik u have a lot of things planned, so i'm sure once you get the first words out there, the rest will start flowing !!!

[justsomefangirlie]

Pondering’s of the curious mind

A Haunted Mansion 2023 Fanfic.

(Hatbox Ghost/Alistair Crump x OC; Emily De Claire)

sorta at this point with my personal interpretation that I’ve given her and self inserted her into the new film’s canon at this point.

Inspired by @ladyfluff style of fanfic writing ✍️

Content warning:blood, violence, murder, toxic relationships, manipulation, gaslighting, implied non-consensual encounters. Be careful!

Emily De Claire was not one would describe as an intrusive person.

She wasn’t the type to go snooping around or eavesdrop on conversations or affairs that weren’t her own. But, one could suppose curiosity got the better of us all eventually. And that was what had happened to her.

Not long after their wedding Emily noticed strange behavior from her new groom, a wealthy aristocratic man known by all as — Alistair Crump.

The only son and offspring to the Crump estate, a well respected family of business tycoons. And he was no exception, though by the time he was born his families wealth had grown so exponentially that he’d truly never have to work a good old day in his entire life…

Comfort and luxurious living that was not an issue with him, but rather his characteristics.

Often stoic or quite man, never one for public appearances unless it was at one of his many notorious and lavished ballroom parties he had become known for throwing ever since he had inherited the estate from his late father.

One simply looking in would be left wondering how a man like him had won the heart of the ever lovely and much sought after Emily.

A beautiful maiden with a lovely personality and heart to match. Many thought it was his wealth that attracted her to him. While he wasn’t an unattractive young man by any mean his personality could leave much to be desired when it came to whether or not he’d be an appropriate husband to any young lady.

But it wasn’t, in truth — Emily was a hopeless romantic.

She believed in such things as ‘live at first sight’ and ‘true love’ and she would swoon over simple gestures of affection as ranging from hand holding, kisses, flowery gifts, and even mere complements.

And those were gestures one Mr. Alistair Crump had given and offered her. Emily could still recall it vividly their first meeting, one of his grand parties. How he moved through the crowd and stopped right in front of her with a gentlemen’s smile she found so charming.

“Ms. De Claire,” he had breathed out, he said it in such a way as if he’d known her family and her for years. A comfort to it. He leaned down as his hand reached out to grab one of her gloved own and placed his lips against her knuckles and laid a gentle kiss upon them.

From that point on it was too late for Emily, she was smitten.

And the day he proposed was one of the happiest moments in her life.

She thought nothing could ruin the fantasy life that would follow afterwards for her. They’re love only growing stronger over time and children soon filling their lives as well as they grew old together.

But that was the lie she had created for herself, a lie she clung to in hopes that someday it’d become reality. The reason she tried to wither by him for so long.

Emily was an optimist and naive.

And that was the key difference between them, Alistair Crump was, in his mind, a realistic man.

But mostly cruel.

—

“You are not to go in my private study or commune about the mansion unless attended with someone,” Crump said coldly, barked out as an order to his just new bride.

The ceremony only ended mere hours prior and the carriage ride was halfway towards the manor itself, when his entire demeanor changed before her eyes. He had said the command to her without even looking at her, still staring outwards to the carriage’s window inserting when they’d arrive already.

His new bride’s company was seemingly already becoming boring to him.

Emily, never the one the start conflict, simply took in the request as nothing more then a request.

“Of course, my dear,”

She said in her light tone, never to loud or quite. She somehow always managed to never be too much, it made Alistair feel both annoyed and conflicted.

His annoyance towards this naive women who was meeker and quieter than a mouse, knowing that he’d have to live with her, sharing his manor like any married couple would. Alistair Crump was simply not a people person — unless they could offer him something, and she couldn’t offer anything other then the titles of being a husband, and her his bride.

Any conflicting feelings he had was her getting in his way. While she had redeemable qualities such as her beauty and clear subservient and passive personality, would make her easier to control. If he simply set the rules out for her now she’d remain out of his way. And he could continue his secret in peace.

—

Emily never complained much in her life, but she wasn’t immune to terrible thoughts intruding her.

The day after there wedding and they arrived to his manor they had parted ways. Crump instructed his staff to lead her to their now shared room and swiftly left for the rest of the evening. She had not seen him again until late nightfall.

She had attempted to talk to him, start a small conversation.

“What kept you?” She asked innocently.

For it was an innocent question, she knew whoever he had been it could’ve been tiring, from the ways his shoulders slumped and the sigh that escaped him the moment he entered the bedroom chambers. She had tried to say it as nicely as she could but perhaps she had said in a tone he did not approve of as he spun on his heel to stare at her.

“No concern of yours,” was all he said. It wasn’t said with anger, but Emily still made out the edge in his tone. Knowing full well it was not open to discussion she fell silent.

She had already slipped into her nightwear and sat at the edge of the bed as she watched him slip his waist coat of and placed his hat on the nearby coatrack.

Despite it being their wedding night she did not expect any grand gesture, she presumed him tired and was ready to simply go the sleep, but he approached her, slowly as if she were a wild creature and the slightest sound could scare her away.

He stood over her and he looked above her, grabbing her shoulders and softly pushing her down on top the bed and soon climbing on himself.

In between the gasping and light kisses that felt like feathers trailing against her neck and shoulder , a sensation caused by him. She processed as much that he did want to enact one last act of romance for her.

It wasn’t long until Emily realized that was the only form of romance she’d get out of him now.

When they weren’t in their chambers, using her to fulfill his desires every night, and who was she do deny her husband the right? To deny him anything? Even if she began to feel more and more unsure each passing day.

It was the only connection she felt from him, in the day he’d be off, either in his study, a room Emily was not allowed in located in a part of the mansion she was not allowed to go.

She’d often only see him at breakfast first thing in the morning in the large dining room where even their it felt like he looked over her, and at dinner. And of course their bedroom.

But nothing else.

Emily began to feel like disposable rubbish that was thrown to the side, unneeded. Until she was.

And she hated it. But she hated how she’d fold every time he’d give her a glance her way and she let herself think there was still a chance for that same old man that woe’d her at their first meeting to come back. To surprise her with flowers and hold her hands gently and the physical contact would stop at that. Just holding her hands and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles on the occasion.

A simple, yet sweet gesture she couldn’t help but love more.

—

“What is it you think he does?” Emily had absentmindedly asked one of her handmaidens one day. It had been another uneventful breakfast.

No conversations were exchanged between the two and soon went their separate ways. But while he left she stayed behind a bit longer in her chair and let her mind wonder.

The poor handmaiden looked concerned, many of the servants had come to like Ms. Emily’s presence. Any worker lucky enough to stay with her had easily preferred serving her then Mr. Crump, much politer and soft-spoken compared to her much more abrasive husband, who’d fly off the handle at the slightest mistake he could find.

“I do not know, madam,” she had responded doubtfully. She did not know how to respond and Emily couldn’t blame her. She did not know what prompted her to even ask that question out loud to begin with. Perhaps she was simply venting out her thoughts.

No matter, tonight she’d possibly get to spend some more time with him as tonight was for one of his many well known parties.

—

Emily had grown to dislike parties and social gatherings like this.

Though she’d never been one for being in a setting with large sums of people prior, she’d find some swell of enjoyment by the end of the night. The same could not be said when she was at one of her husband’s grand events.

Everything felt planned out, who arrived, how they dressed, how they behaved, even how they danced. It was all to posh for her.

And afterwards was when Alistair would act the strangest to her, he’d disappear randomly from the party and she’d not see her for the rest of the night until the party was long over and she was in her chambers, often long asleep and woken up to the sound of the door opening to him entering and requesting her to awaken.

And then to fulfill his desires for the rest of the night.

But something else she didn’t like about these parties was the strange disappearances.

Often a guest would randomly vanish from the party and not be seen the next day, or ever again.

The coincidence that some of those people who would go missing, the last person she’d see them speaking to was, in fact, her husband.

That wasn’t lost on her either.

However as she felt smothered by tonight’s abundances of guests, she squeezed through in an attempt to find him.

And when she did she was meet with quite the sight, he was off to the side in the corner of the front mansion’s entrance.

But he wasn’t on his own, he was holding a conversation with somebody.

A another woman.

A young socialite that Emily was faintly familiar with and the way he seemed to smile and go along with the conversation made a uncomfortable feeling emerge from the bottom of her stomach at the sight.

She wanted to interrupt, to intervene. But if she did there’d be possible repercussions. Perhaps his anger — his wrath.

She simply slunk back into the crowd. And decided to slip away from the crowd perhaps she’d go back to her chambers early. Not that anyone here would notice.

—

She wasn’t surprised to hear the door to the bedroom creaking open. No matter how quiet he tried to make it she knew he’d wake her up eventually so she’d save him the trouble.

“Did tonight’s festivities suffice?” She asked tiredly, as she sat up.

He didn’t seem surprised upon seeing her already awake and staring at him, he kept his stoic expression.

“It was acceptable,” was his only response.

She had noticed how he was not wearing his overcoat instead choosing to have it sling over his arm as he held it close.

He moved around the room as if he were an innocent man not having his wife staring at him with something clearly behind her eyes. As if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

She was aware of the routine and what would come next — he slung into bed, resting his chin on her shoulder and she felt the light feather-like kisses trailing down her. She shivered.

But stopped before it could continue, she abruptly turned her head to look at him the sudden jerk made him pull back and look surprised for a moment.

“Did that young lady not satisfy you enough, I presume?” She asked, attempting to sound stern and have her anger come through.

Alistair remained unfazed “what are you speaking of?”

“I saw you, the both of you at the ballroom speaking, you smiling at her,”

He stared at her for a moment, Emily wondered what he’d do next. Perhaps he’d admit to something but then he’d follow it by saying some such excuse, saying he didn’t mean it, or it was a moment of weakness.

That he only truly loved her and wanted just her. Say or do something that’d remind her why she fell for him herself.

Instead, he started chuckling.

Laughing at her as if she’d said something worth laughing about.

“Is that all you have for an accusation, you spotted me from afar? Did you even hear what he were discussing?”

Emily stared dumbfounded.

“Of course you hadn’t, you allowed your hysterics get the best of you before you let proper thinking allow you to evaluate the situation, I was merely being a good host and striking up simple conversation,” he went on.

And the longer he went on the more ashamed Emily began to feel.

“I’m sorry,” she said, she didn’t know what else to say.

He simply smirked at her.

“I could have any woman I want, what with the wealth I own alone,” he went on almost like a taunt “but I choose you, did I not?” And Emily swore she saw something in his eyes soften as he looked at her.

“Yes,”

She sighed out, like she was grateful for it. For being the women out of all he’d picked out to be his bride.

He soon continued his soft kisses down her neck and as she felt the cold of the room hit her exposed shoulders as he slid her nightwear’s sleeves down to continue his attention to the more exposed skin.

She knew what’d follow next, and in truth she was not in the mood, but when he set out for something he’d get it. One way or another.

They’d argued once already she wouldn’t dare start another now.

She simply distracted herself, drifted off until he was done.

—

She knew it wasn’t right, not wise but by the time the next ballroom party rolled around she followed right behind him. All his movements and where he went.

This time she caught him speaking with another socialite, an man slightly older then him. Emily watched from the distant their conversation as soon they made their way away from the party and upstairs. And Emily followed close behind.

Following him to the part of the manor she promised she’d never go to, to the room she’d never go into.

And she wished she hadn’t.

Everything she was witnessing, from the dim lighting provided by the candles to the grim look the room looked and saw the terrible act committed, the screaming and begging for mercy and the blood that was spilled.

And then the silence that followed afterwards.

All presumedly drowned out by the sound of unknowing party attendees downstairs chattering amongst themselves.

This had been happening inside this mansion, this kind of atrocious act, the whole time and she was just as oblivious to it.

She had been so stunned by what she witnessed she nearly missed his slight movement and missed how he turned his head to look over his shoulder.

And he could’ve sworn he had seen the slightest movement from the slivered open door.

Wait? Hadn’t he closed it a bit more then that though?

—

She couldn’t look at Alistair for awhile after that, afraid to look him in the eyes after what she had witnessed.

He didn’t seem to notice or care much.

But Emily would become aware of how aware of the whole situation her husband really was.

—

He hadn’t requested or tried to get her to be intimate with him after that event. It made her wonder if he knew something, or he was now truly getting tired of her.

He was purposely distancing himself but for the reasons she thought.

By the time the next lavished part held at the Crump manor was held and the guests had all filled in he immediately made his way to her.

“My dear, come with me, it is urgent,” he said, there was some emotion in his tone but even though it wasn’t his usual stoic or demanding demeanor Emily couldn’t quite place what was in that tone.

She did feel a slight shiver run down her spine at his request, why did he want her to follow him somewhere? Did he know she knew?

But they were in public, she feared she’d get in more trouble if she refused to go with him now and made a scene even.

If she was in trouble, best to get the incoming argument and scolding over with now rather than later.

And so she followed him away from the party goers, away from witnesses — as he did with all his eventual victims.

—

A part of Alistair felt a slight pained feeling seeing her feeble attempts to crawl away from him as her blood from her open wound spilled out leaving a trail behind her as she attempted to reach the door.

He’d have thought Emily somewhat wiser to know that the moment they went down this hallway to the part of the mansion he forbade her to go to, he’d have thought she’d at least start screaming or crying hysterically trying to get any fellow patron downstairs attention.

Of course it’s all be fruitless as he’d easily overpower her, possibly put one gloved hand over her mouth to muffle her and the other grabbing her wrist pulling her into the room.

But she just kept quite. Perhaps she’d thought she’d be an exception.

But how wrong she was.

“If only you had listened,” he scolded her as she continued her attempts to escape with whatever strength she had left “then you wouldn’t be just another sacrifice I’d have to give, you look like a wench right now,” he continued.

She didn’t seem to be listening though and he didn’t care because he was simply allowing her to get closer to the door, thinking she had a chance to be saved, more for his own amusement.

When she finally reached the door he took no less than two steps and was there already one hand leaning against it keeping it close (of course he made sure to lock it this time, but it was for affect).

He just stared at her, his remorseless ones staring into her frightened own. He dare thought that somehow she still looked beautiful to her despite the tear stained face and smear of blood on her cheek.

Pity that’d it all went to waste now he supposed. And he swung down one last time and completed the task.

—

Emily Crump’s sudden disappearance was the talk of the town for a long awhile after.

No towns folk dare say a word around his presence, but he was aware of the chatter and rumors spreading either way.

Of how she had a secret affair and finally ran off with that said man. It wasn’t true obviously, but hearing that one rumor being the most agreed upon and spread around made him feel an unbridled anger inside.

Not that he could say anything to current it in fear of being caught on to his secret livelihood.

So her kept silent.

But her disappearance was the start of many slippery slopes that would begin Alistair Crump’s eventual downfall.

His later second and third wives, who were just as unaware as Emily once was, eventually came to realize that if she did run off from him then she had been the wisest out of all his wives upon discovering how unbearable he could be.

And his staff, who missed the ever so kind and polite De Claire so, began to suspect something was afoot about her sudden disappearance. And that he had something to do with it.

And that someday they’d stand to his mistreatment no longer.

Someday he’d get his comeuppance ten fold.

End.

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