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thelioncourts · 7 months

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I've been real absent online the last couple of months, but I can't miss out on @iwtvfanevents 'a meal to remember' because we are so incredibly blessed with beautifully creative and talented people in this fandom who constantly inspire and allow me to forever-wander in the world of Louis de Pointe du Lac, my most darling and favorite character ❤️ this won't be nearly as organized as I'd like it to be, won't say all I want to say, and I will inevitably miss somebody and/or some fic, but just know that there is so much wonderful content out there, especially by so many of the people on this list that anyone can check out at any point:

twelve days/nine months by @devotiondroid & @weather-mood daniel/louis/armand modern human au quite literally the fic that saved the holiday season for me. when new chapters of 'twelve days' would post, I would drop everything to go read it and would count down the days until the next update was set to happen. 'nine months' is a wip in the same verse and just as stunning. it's no surprise it's amazing; it's toni and it's bri, two people shining with so much talent it's blinding. and their powers combined?? oh my god. (there's also a one-shot in this verse called 'saint valentine' and my brain broke reading it, idk) now, just a list of @devotiondroid fics that changed me as a person: daniel/louis (and a little louis/armand as of now) human au quicksilver/mercury a danlou noir au that I reread a couple of weeks ago just to feel something again and then toni up and posted its prequel 'mercury' and I simply couldn't cope. the noir vibes paired with the gorgeously yearning story is just !!! everything.

daniel/louis modern human au

baby, I'm your man

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD READ 1000000k of this world. the idea of it, the complete ache of this story, has stuck with me, buried somewhere between my ribs, and I'll forget about it for a second then remember and it'll hit me like truck how wonderful it is. toni................m o r e lestat/louis human au my neck, her rope solar plexus hit of a fic. oh, oh the loustat dynamics....it's gorgeous and the concept is !!!!!!!!!! everything to me and now, my list of @weather-mood fics that, when posted, I quite literally become/became a dragon needing to hoard the newfound treasure immediately: armand/louis (armand/louis/REAL RASHID) canon-verse instruction real rashid, my beloved ;;;; no but, honestly, bri has made real rashid so important to me and to loumand, she's why he exists in my first (unfinished) loumand fic 'facio ut facias' because he's just that important. but bri also just always puts into her fics the gorgeous way that loumand are so perfect together, the way they are consumed with one another's existence. armand/louis canon-verse-esque rumpelstiltskin

FAIRY TALE AU. bri is also the inspiration behind my unposted and ongoing fairy tale au because no one does it like her and this one is......oh god, the way armand is the only character that could have ever been in this, the way he fits into louis' life to be this exact character.......don't talk to me lestat/louis; armand/louis; armand/louis/daniel siren au THE ENTIRE PART OF YOUR WORLD (ONCE UPON A WINE DARK SEA) VERSE y'all don't need me to tell you how perfect it all is. I think about it constantly, I've told real life friends about it, it's everything, every single fic of it is everything. lily/lestat pirouette by @weather-mood and @nlbv/@ouizaya

it's so interesting thinking about lestat in those weeks and months of hunting louis, of how he found out things about him from others, how he got lily so involved, how she died because of it all, and the way bri and zaya took all of that and then showed the mental state of lily throughout it all, how much lestat's vampiric control ruined her....................amazing. it's everything.

lestat/louis canon-verse tides by @nlbv/@ouizaya

zaya, my love, she takes some of the sexiest loustat scenes and makes them even sexier before gut-punching you with something insane and devastating and it reminds me so much of the show's writing, the way you'll be like 'look at my family <3' and then suddenly their conversation has gotten dark, the room looks cold, and you wonder how they'll ever truly come back from it......... god shallows by @nlbv/@ouizaya

REPEAT ALL THAT I SAID ABOVE AND THEN SOME. like???? the episode 6 elaboration???????????? oh my god. it's real. it's what happened. we all know it.

roadkill by @nlbv/@ouizaya and baberainbow I think about this fic so often. the car wreck, lestat and claudia being so in-tune with one another hunting because they're the same, the way they're both aware of louis, the way the family works and fits in, the gore and beauty of it. obsessed. TIME TO TALK ABOUT BABE. lestat/louis canon-verse glass the capturing of louis during those earliest vampiric days, paired with lestat's doting as he tried to solidify his wooing, and then just -- everything else, it's all so good.

disruptions that scene in ep 7 where the entire family teams up on that poor man at their door is crazy and this fic takes that concept and just runs with it in the best way

lestat/louis non-traditional a/b/o verse lioness listen.............i'm such a sucker for a good a/b/o fic and we have a severe lack of them in iwtv, thank you, babe, for writing a beautiful one armand/louis canon-verse luna the way that loumand have been together through some of the most insane historical events will haunt me and also I'm in love with the idea of it, thank you, babe, I want every single year and something they experienced together

armand/louis; lestat/louis; louis/others canon-verse catacomb a required read leading into season 2. that's all you need to know.

armand/louis/lestat cannibalistic modern au cleave/tie by @kittyldpdl

a couple of years ago, I went through this obsessive body horror phase where all I watched and read was something that had some kind of body horror and it would make me nauseous but also I was so intrigued, so fascinated, I couldn't stop. this is that. oh my god.

armand/louis; lestat/louis modern au capillary by @kittyldpdl and @salmoncakepls

WIP. I think about it once a week. falling in love with louis while dressing him??????????? oh my god, the concept, the idea, I want to drown in it armand/louis; lestat/louis robot&android au design; intricate by @salmoncakepls

every time I see concepts for this fic my brain short circuits and every time I read it I just !!!!!!!!!!!!! the brain behind this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the most brilliant

goat goat goat time <3 <3 <3 armand/louis prey drive by @iwtvdramacd18

HI I THINK ABOUT PREY DRIVE EVERY TWO DAYS AND FEEL FAINT. like idk what else to say, it just sticks with you and you're like 'wow they're just like that and it's insane and beautiful and raw' and goat just writes it perfectly, always lestat/louis exposure by @iwtvdramacd18

I've never actually heard of this fic, but if I had, I would assume it was the most batshit crazy thing I'd ever read......full compliments lestat/louis WIP lunacy by @iwtvdramacd18

I seriously always admire people who can write the 'monster' so well. I struggle so much with actual horror/monsters/suspense and so to read it so well done always makes me a little crazy armand/louis/daniel canon-verse after s1 gathering dust by @knifeeater

non-linear narrative !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

armand/louis canon-verse esque alluvium by @knifeeater

I see the tag service dom armand and my brain blacks out, comes back, and is forever changed. that's all. armand/louis/lestat perpetuum mobile by @knifeeater

sometimes you read a fic and the opening is the most insane thing you've ever read that you're like 'how can they keep this up?' and then they do and you're like 'oh so you're that kind of talented....okay' that's this fic.

armand/louis canon-verse

dirges by @dictee

'He had told Louis once, a lifetime ago, as a kind of bedtime story, about his work with cadavers in the nineteenth century, in the catacombs under the Parisian graveyards. Louis, half asleep, made some comment about Mary Shelley, but in his mind it was his skin under Armand’s scalpel, as loving a part of Armand as any. Shuddering and offering up the red jewels of his insides. ' please read it. oh my god.

MORE DANLOU NOIR THAT IS JUST i'll let you win by @diasdelfuego

danlou prophet. daniel just being so overcome by louis...........daniel just being so enraptured, so in love. the noIR. ily. need to reread asap actually oh my god.

daniel/louis post s1 nothing left to give you now by @diasdelfuego

'When he turns back around, Louis is still facing away from him, eyeing the coffee table as he shrugs off his coat. It slides gracefully off Louis' elegant frame to reveal a deep burgundy button-down underneath. In Daniel's mind, he thinks as he takes in the sight, Louis is always wearing black —mourning black, the writer in his brain supplies. Daniel takes stock of him while Louis stands at the edge of the carpet and looks over Daniel's apartment. The vampire is just as preternaturally young as he was half a century ago, just as beautiful, looking entirely out of place in Daniel's mundane, chaotic environment.' like imagine the whole fic being this beautifully written................................w h a t

lestat/louis; armand/louis murdery mystery au WIP overlords by @diasdelfuego and @shewhomustbecalledking I'm behind on this (work is the worst, let's all quit our jobs) but what I've read is just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO INSANE. cannot wait to catch up, I have spring break in three weeks and honestly just want to read the entire time, catching up on this and drowning in its beauty

lestat/louis a/b/o verse WIP house of gold by @shewhomustbecalledking I think this was the first a/b/o fic I read for this fandom and it's the blueprint, it's the reason, it's everything. the way lestat is so perfectly lestat in this is everything to me. I love an in-character lestat so much.

armand/louis; lestat/louis AU gothic horror WIP rhodedendron by @blueiight

'Let the Devil tempt me not, Louis thought, as he crawled to the mirror. Hollowed out eyes stared back at him, light-brown mawkish physique barely visible, swallowed up by loose pajamas, twists slightly askew but still meticulously sectioned off.

You look a fucking mess, bruh. Hardly fit to carry on the Du Lac name, what lady would want troubles such as yours? His Mother’s voice blended in with his own. But alas he could not be, could not sit in his sorrow and forever laud the man he was not.' true southern gothic horror. the last two chapters changed everything for me.

lestat/louis modern human au dreaming put to shame by @downstairsbar

I read this every single weekend. the beginning??? louis classing lestat?????????????? louis knowing lestat's eyes are on him but not understanding it???????????? the way I'd give anything for a million more words about how they got to the last part, about what all follows.

lestat/louis canon-verse modern era WIP

murmur by proval the way these are still our louis and our lestat, reunited after everything, still so the same, still so not..............this author seems to have such a good hold of these characters, I can't wait to see where this fic goes

armand/louis; lestat/antoinette; lestat/louis modern succession inspired au WIP dirty, sexy money by thevintage I've never seen succession but I love a business au and these first three chapters are so good. lestat and louis are divorced, they have claudia to tie them together, lestat is marrying his mistress, and louis has just met armand who is business rival of lestat's and the sparks are already flying and ohmygodohmygodohmygod

#fic rec #fic recs #iwtvfanevents #a meal to remember #this took so long and it's not even well done oh my god

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rubeerambles · 11 days

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LND Eps 7&8

Spoilers under the cut!!

There's not much to say about episode 7. It's becoming a struggle to like Mi-suk. Her concerns as a mother are understandable, but the constant meddling in Seok-ryu's personal life, especially with something as sensitive as an ex-fiancé, is incredibly irritating.

On a brighter note, the development of Dan-ho and Mo-eum's relationship was adorable as always. I'm glad Yeon-du's dislike for Mo-eum wasn't dragged out for too long. V excited to see how their relationship continues.

As for the ex-fiancé (I've forgotten his name), his energy is despicable. There's something so sinister about his aura, and I cannot bring myself to trust him. I suspect something significant had to happen between him and Seok-ryu for the engagement to be called off, and I doubt it was her fault, so I'm watching him closely.

Seung-hyo's confession... LOL. Idk, it wasn't anything to special and at least it's all out there now. His post confession freakout was quite funny though.

The expiration date scene was also adorable. It was nice to see that kind of romantic chemistry between the two leads since things have felt a bit flat in the past few episodes. It was quite an original idea and something I've never seen in a K-drama before, so I'll give the writers their due credit. It was a breath of fresh air.

On the flip side, it's time to tone down the drunken scenes. They're no longer funny and becoming a drag.

Mi-suk, I'm slowly becoming your biggest hater. The confrontation between Seok-ryu and her parents felt like we were circling back to episode 2. While, again, I completely understand her parents' concerns, it still filled me with rage and so much hurt for Seok-ryu. Even though their reactions come from a place of wanting a better life for their daughter, at some point, they need to let go and allow her to make her own mistakes and live her life as she pleases. It seems Seok-ryu sacrificed a lot during the developmental period of her life - the phase when you're younger and allowed to experiment and figure out what you want to do. That was all taken away from her because she was the smart one, the one who had to compensate for her brother's shortcomings. Now, as an adult, she's still not being afforded the grace to make mistakes and explore her own path. She did everything expected of her - went to America, got a high-paying job, got engaged to the 'perfect' guy, became the child her parents could brag about. Yet, she returns home, and her brother is still mooching off their parents, while they continue to hold her to an impossibly high standard. This must have been especially frustrating for Seok-ryu, given the events of episode 2. She likely thought she had finally made some progress with her mum - that maybe her mother was beginning to understand her situation and would finally give her the grace she so desperately craves. But no, this episode shattered all of that. I hope one day Seok-ryu is allowed to just exist as her parents' child and receives love for just that.

And Seok-ryu, my precious angel, having to go through a cancer diagnosis, surgery, and chemo all by herself ( the ex was probs there too but I still hate that man). When will her suffering end?

#bae seok ryu they will never make me hate you #it's weird with mi-suk because i don't want to be too harsh but man she's tests our patience #love next door #love next door spoilers

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dcptcnx · 2 years

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Interrogation

pairing: könig x f!reader (fem bc the term ‘Fräulein’ is used to address as ‘Miss’)

word count: 1,715

warning(s): he hits reader once...but no major warnings. angsty to fluff? idk im bad at this

a/n: PHOTO CREDS TO THE AMAZING @ave661 !! Such good renders !! I hope this turned out well..Trying to work on descriptiveness in writing to capture the aura of the story to paint images for people T^T feedback is appreciated ^

Being a soldier, to some, meant being strong; able to face dangers beyond the demands of the war. Even if part of a task force that delved into jobs that dirtied your hands with so much malice or distaste, you would leave the day feeling empty of who you really were.

And if you were caught, sometimes your crew would forget you existed. Lie to the commanding general and say, "Sir/Ma'am, they are KIA. Mission is compromised." And with that, your ties to the force; identity, service, and even achievements, we're sometimes erased from existence, just like your physicality.

But not your crew. No, the 141 refused to deem you KIA. They had every desire to look at every space in the world to locate your existence. Even if they died trying. You were their spirit, their lifeline. When they found out you were captured, it was like they lost their last bit of rations. Last bit of hope.

Until Price and Ghost knocked sense into everyone.

Which leads us to you. Captured.

Hands cuffed behind your back, uniform tattered in areas, blood stained the collar as your face was practically bloodied and bruised. The soft flicker of the light source above you created an ominous aura in the room, casting dooming shadows by the guards standing watch, waiting for any sudden movements you may try.

"Ahh, fräulein. Schön dich wieder zu sehen*, Lieutenant." A voice spoke out, not as evil as you thought, but had the capability to set someone straight with the right tone. "You just can't stay away from me, huh?" The figure stepped closer to your knelt position, looking down upon you through his sniper hood. Arms crossed tightly across his chest, before loosening to rest against his sides.

"Fick dich*, König. You can't hurt me." The words snapped out of you with such hatred, you yanked on the cuffs to try and break loose, only earning a deep chuckle from the mountainous man. "Couldn't earn a spot on the snipers list, what makes you think you can get me."

The comment angered König. He was still upset for being denied a sniper, but to hear it from you; to be REMINDED, even. It lights the fuse to a bomb within him. His fists clench so tight next to his thighs, before a hard sigh escapes his mouth, hands relaxing.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours, Lieutenant. Oder ich sorge dafür, dass Sie nicht mehr sprechen können*." König stepped forward, right hand gently grasping your jaw before squeezing enough to make you wince in a pained manner. Harshly, he releases his hand, causing your head to be thrown to the side, red marks visible where his fingers clasped.

"My men are well capable and can clear your existence from this very world. KorTac ist nichts ohne mich*." König squatted himself to meet you at eye level, crystal blue eyes staring daggers into your soul, a smirk forming under his hood awaiting your response.

"Und du bist nichts ohne mich*, König. You fucking KNOW that." Your eyes narrow and keep locked onto the man in front of you. Your jaw tense, as you clenched in anger at the very mention of his force.

KorTac was a collective agreement between the two of you. You wanted an army, and König wanted reigns. To be honest, you teetered on the decisions of whether to follow König, or to go your own way. But deep down, you wanted freedom, and so you decided to end your side of the agreement, and joined the Task Force 141.

And König was furious.

"I was the one who pushed you to jump the ranks, König. Deine Existenz ist wegen mir hier*." Smirking, you started with such distrust, watching the man drop his head and clench his fists.

"NEIN, FRÄULEIN!" His voice boomed through the room, metal doors reverberating the sound causing the guards to slightly wince. König took his right hand, and made contact with your cheeks, sending you to the floor, hissing through your teeth at the stinging. After a few seconds, he takes both hands and grabs the collar of your vest, yanking you up to meet his covered face.

"You'd look so pretty wearing the KorTac insignia, Schatzi. Not that filthy 141…Verdammte Mischlinge*." Dropping you, he reached to the insignia on your vest and ripped it off, tossing it aside into the dark abyss of the room.

Many moments pass of stagnant silence, your eyes watching carefully as the man paces across the room, muttering German to himself. You couldn't help but feel a twang of guilt, wondering what went wrong and how you could try to fix it.

"What happened to you, König?" You softly spoke out, eyes still fixated on his every move. The man freezes at hearing your sweet words, only to let out a scoff before pacing once more.

"Da ist nichts falsch*. Nein." König slightly faltered on the final words of his response, slowing his pacing before coming to a full stop facing towards one of the doors. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"Yes it does. I know you, König. You still have your doubts." Your voice spoke up, not too loud to echo around the room, but loud enough to be heard by the tall man in front of you. "Es tut mir leid, dass ich nicht geblieben bin*…really." You yanked your hands, forgetting they were cuffed for a second, allowing the metal to clink together. "Schieße…"

"Here." König made a motion which the guards understood to exit the room, leaving the two alone. "Talk."

A soft gulp, and you began to speak. Talked about why you chose the 141 in the end, why you hid it behind his back. As you spoke, he walked behind you, carefully removing the tight cuffs from your hands, letting you rub the markings left by them.

"I was offered a higher rank than I was at the time. And I couldn't pass it up. Es tut mir leid*." You stood still, not trying to make any rash movements but you noticed König grabbing a metal chair and sitting in it, elbows perched on his knees.

"I would've given you a better rank, Schatzi. Why?" His blue eyes captured your looming gaze, searching for a reason, only to sign heavily, hands grasping his helmet. You knew him to be very secretive about his physical identity, and you worried about how he was feeling in this moment, watching as his fingers gripped harder against the straps. "You could've been my precious Stellvertreter*."

"König I-" you froze. You had nothing to really say. You wanted to be with him, wanted to help grow his newfound group. But you knew that nothing you'd say, would better him.

You began to hear a soft click coming from his direction, catching the chin strap of his helmet hanging onto one side. Your eyes were widened, but carefully observed his every move as his hands reached under the hood and lift. Slowly, König removed his helmet, revealing his face to you.

This man was beautiful. Perfectly pale skin, a dusting of light caramel freckles danced across his cheeks. His nose looked to be slightly larger than average, but still was in just the perfect spot to compliment the placement of his crystalline blue eyes. His hair was disheveled due to his helmet being worn at all times, but the dim lights within the room made it glow a beautiful bronze blonde, as it carefully stuck to his forehead. It looked as if he hadn't cut his hair any time recently, as it started to touch his ears, slightly curl on them.

You could tell he was feeling very nervous, and anxious; a complete 180° from how he acted earlier on. The way his leg would slightly bounce up and down, like a metronome keeping tempo to his heart. His fingers tapped atop his knees, a soft gentle hum faintly being heard. Your eyes never looked away from him. Admiring the vulnerability he decided to show you after all those years.

Your final destination was his face In whole. The plethora of scars he wore, probably with a story behind each one. You wondered how he endured each one, hand twitching wanting to ghost your fingers across each one, to show you still care for the man, even if on different squads.

König saw you fight the urge to get up and approach him, through the corner of his eye. After internally going back and forth, he let out a soft sigh before standing up and walking closer to you. He sat across from you on the ground, legs crossed, eyes focused on your face.

"I know your motive. Go ahead." He voice softly spoke, dipping his hands down to grab your digits and lead them towards his face.

His face had a minute amount of Stubble on his chin, so barely visible as the color was almost a bleach blonde. He wore a scar that slashed across his chin; could be from the battlefield, or even a mishap on shaving. The thought of the latter situation made you give the tiniest of smiles, to which König's eyes locked onto your lips. He studied every crinkle you made when you smiled, the small dimple that would occasionally show up.

"Du bist immer noch sehr hübsch, weißt du.*" He whispered as your fingers danced across his face, studying every scar. His eyes never once left your lips, awaiting for them to move once again.

"König…" your voice wavered a bit, almost choked. You missed him, truly. Missed his softer side. Deep down you knew the tension of being on different units was breaking, but didn't realize how hard he took it. "You know I can't betray my men…" your right hand caresses his jawline, thumb rubbing circles against his cheek.

"Unfortunately…" he sighed out, leaning into your touch. He knew that after taking you, the possibility of an allyship would be very small, but he held hope. "Vielleicht arbeiten wir eines Tages zusammen*."

You didn't know what came of you. Your body reacted before it crossed your mind, as you pulled his face down and placed a soft kiss against his cheek, below his eye.

"Bitte haben Sie Hoffnung*, König."

translations!!

"Ahh, fräulein. Schön dich wieder zu sehen, Lieutenant." ->Ah, miss. Nice to see you again, Lieutenant.

"Fick dich” -> Fuck You

“Oder ich sorge dafür, dass Sie nicht mehr sprechen können” -> Or I'll make you unable to speak

“KorTac ist nichts ohne mich” -> KorTac is nothing without me

"Und du bist nichts ohne mich, König.” -> And you are nothing without me, king

“Deine Existenz ist wegen mir hier.“ -> Your existence is here because of me.

“Verdammte Mischlinge” -> Damn half-breeds (i put fucking mongrels but you know...)

"Da ist nichts falsch. Nein." -> There's nothing wrong. no

"Es tut mir leid, dass ich nicht geblieben bin.” -> I'm sorry I didn't stay

“Stellvertreter” -> Deputy (I was aiming for second in command but translations are wack tbh)

"Du bist immer noch sehr hübsch, weißt du.” -> You're still very pretty, you know.

"Vielleicht arbeiten wir eines Tages zusammen." -> Maybe one day we'll work together.

"Bitte haben Sie Hoffnung, König." -> Please have hope, king.

#sin writes 📝#könig #könig mw2 #könig x reader

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farfromharry · 2 years

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Beth [ 18 ] | Dad!Eddie Munson fic

Eighteen, Little white rabbit

Word count - 5802

Warnings - idk honestly

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June 1996

By the time Lola's first birthday was almost here, her and Beth had grown much closer. The incident of September ninety-five was basically forgotten and the older girl was embracing the sibling bond with her little sister. It was a place you never thought the two girls would get to, but now they had and you were more and more grateful as the days ticked by. There had been many moments over the past couple months that had you and Eddie aweing over your kids' newfound relationship. It had become a customary of Beth’s to share with the small child, whether it was toys or food. The two liked to dance together whenever there was music playing through the house– if you could call it dancing, it was much more Lola bobbing and Beth tugging on her hands in some odd attempt of motion; It was cute nonetheless.

The first time you had seen it happen you almost cried, but rather than actually shedding tears, you quietly called for your husband to come and watch. He was just as love sick as you were.

Only a short while before you saw it, Eddie had slipped a Queen cassette into the player. It echoed calmly throughout the house while you did your chores. Or, while you did chores and Eddie got distracted with Bat. The grown man was laid on the floor of the hallway between rooms, fussing the cat with a bright grin plastered to his face. He was supposed to be helping you change the beds, but now here you were, huffing and puffing and working up a sweat while he had fun.

It was only after you were done and made your way to Beth’s room that you noticed she wasn’t tidying. After a long, busy week, it was a complete mess and you had asked her kindly to just do a little bit of cleaning up in there. It seemed as though she had started to, there were a couple things moved back into their places or shoved into drawers, but apparently she had given up halfway through.

You set out to find her, scouring the cabin and stepping over Eddie, until you came across her in the living room. She was standing beside your youngest daughter’s playpen, the baby on her feet and gurgling happily as her sister held her hands. As the chorus of I want to break free finally hit, the smaller of the two began to bounce on her feet to the music, making Beth laugh and join her. You could hear the faint mumblings of Beth singing along, clearly enjoying herself.

Any frustration you might have had over the fact she hadn’t cleaned her room faded away. None of that mattered anymore now that she looked as joyous as that. With light footsteps you left the room, heading back to your husband to alert him of what was happening. It was deathly important to you that he too be a witness to this moment.

You were trying to be as quiet as possible so you didn’t let the girl know that you knew what they were up to, but Eddie was never that subtle.

When you got back to him, he was still with Bat, only now he was laying on his back with the beloved family pet clambering all over him. He was laughing too, that sort of laugh that made your stomach flutter. You wished you could just stand there and admire him for hours, but you were too afraid of the precious loving moment between the two sisters ending before he got to see it. “Eddie,” you whispered.

He didn’t hear you at first, too distracted by the ball of fluff who was pining for his attention. But the second you called his name, just a little louder, his eyes were flickering over to you. You were standing there with a smile and your arms crossed over your chest. If he wasn’t so accustomed to seeing amusement sparkle in your eyes, then he probably would have thought he was in trouble. But he knew he was in the clear. “Hi,” he muttered quietly, a little embarrassed to have been caught acting like a small child seeing a cat for the first time.

The flush on his face had you shaking your head. “Come look at this, dummy.”

You led him to the spot where you had been standing earlier, seeing that the two girls were still dancing their hearts out. Eddie practically melted into a puddle beside you upon finding the sight with his own eyes. His arms snaked around your waist, chin settling on your shoulder as the two of you watched. Neither of you said anything, just appreciated the bonding that was happening in front of your very eyes. This was a place you never thought the girls would get to only a few months ago. If someone had told you back in September that the two would be best friends by Lola’s birthday, you wouldn’t have believed them.

As the song came to a close, there was a big dramatic finish, Beth lifting her sister into her arms while the pair grinned wildly. In that very moment you and Eddie felt complete. The two girls still didn’t know you were there, so to make yourselves known during their big show stopping finish, you and your husband clapped for them, Eddie even throwing in the occasional cheer.

The older girl turned to look at you standing in the doorway with wide eyes, but she didn’t even have a window of opportunity to be embarrassed before she was being enveloped in a hug by you. According to her you were squeezing her so tight that you were basically crushing her– but you believed that was just her flare for dramatics that she inherited from her dad. While you took to Beth, the man beside you reached out for his other little girl.

“C’mere chunk,” he cooed affectionately, letting the girl sit on his hip. She babbled as she usually does, just making sound, but as always Eddie entertained it, imagining the two were having the world’s most fascinating conversation.

You and Beth just watched on happily, until he realized you were looking and invited you both in on his little family hug. The little girl didn’t waste a second, rushing towards her dad so fast that when she collided with his legs she sent him stumbling back a little. Nonetheless, besides that mishap, he was happy to wrap her in his arms. You were the final piece of the puzzle, beckoned over by your husband to crush the two little girls into the hug.

You deducted that each and every time you were a witness to an event of their bonding, your heart would only grow bigger. That was only one of the occasions in which the two embraced their new found love for each other.

About a week and a half later, still before Lola’s birthday on the twenty-first, you stumbled upon another perfect opportunity for the girls to further better their relationship. You didn’t think the flier crumpled up at the bottom of the girl’s school bag was supposed to be found. It looked as though she tried to destroy it and then hide it as well as she could so you wouldn’t see it. But you did. You were only packing her lunch when the blue tinted paper caught your eye, and though you always insisted privacy was key and necessary, you couldn’t help the curiosity that bubbled in your stomach.

You decided to ask her about it later, when her father wasn’t around, just in case there was a good reason she didn’t tell anyone. Eddie was planning to take Lola to a routine checkup at the doctors later anyway, that would be your perfect opportunity. So you waited.

A little later on, you kissed Eddie goodbye at the door, dropping one onto Lola’s head too before they left. In the cabin now it was just you and Beth— plus Bat, which he wouldn’t let you forget. You knocked on her door ever so lightly, calling out to her. In response you received a quiet ‘come in’. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, pulling at the strings on her guitar with a face full of concentration, she was adorable when she got like this. But as she played– and continued to miss a note or two– you guessed she was struggling.

“Hey, what’re you up to?” you asked.

With a sigh she moved the guitar from her lap, placing it behind her on the bed. “Tryna play a song daddy showed me. I can’t get it though,” she complained.

The crease between her brows was adorable. She was so much like Eddie when it came to playing her instrument– which was no surprise– but they both had the same concentration face and determination to succeed. Sometimes they just needed a little encouragement. “Don’t worry, ‘m sure you will.”

Her eyes lit up. “You’re sure?”

You nodded. “Absolutely. You always do. But I actually wanted to talk to you.” It probably sounded suspicious, and maybe sent a shrill of concern up her spine, but she was now curious. “What about?”

“I found this in your bag earlier. Was wondering if you wanted to tell me about it.” You were trying to be as careful as possible. Your fear was of hitting a nerve or something, which was the reason behind why she didn’t let you and her dad know. Her eyes went wide upon seeing the familiar scrap of paper. You took the slight wobble of her bottom lip as a sign to sit beside her on the edge of her bed.

There were a few beats of silence where she didn’t really know what to say. “I didn’t think you’d care,” she mumbled, picking at the chipped blue polish on her nails. You frowned, noting that she was avoiding looking at you. Usually the girl was able to tell you anything, and she was always overjoyed when telling you about school stuff, you had no idea why this one was different. You had always cared before.

You brushed away some hair that was shielding her face, drawing her attention to the look of concern flashing in your eyes. “Why wouldn’t we care, sweetheart?”

She huffed, her shoulders sagging as her lips fell into a pout. “‘Cause ‘m not playing Alice.”

It pained you to think she wasn’t aware you would both go to the ends of the earth for her. It didn’t matter if she was playing a tree of sorts in the background of the play, you would still be front and center to see her. Eddie would love to cheer her on in anything she does, he was her biggest fan.

You scoffed. “That’s silly sweetheart. Who are you playing?” you asked. The genuine curiosity in your voice made her feel a little better. If you weren’t interested you wouldn’t have asked, or at least that was what she thought.

“The white rabbit?” She said it like she wasn’t sure you would know the character, thinking the part was tiny.

But you actually gasped, very exaggerated, but she didn’t have to know that, you just wanted to make her feel special. “That’s, like, the most important part. You can’t have the play if there’s no white rabbit to lead her into wonderland.” You saw the moment her eyes lit up, her back straightening out as she basically threw herself into your arms. You were more than happy to embrace her and reassure her. “Your dad’s gonna be so excited.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, dully. You were too thrilled about the prospect of getting to see your daughter shine that you failed to realize the seemingly sullen tone she picked up and the way she started chipping at her nail polish again. She was awfully quiet when your husband came home later, conversing with a babbling Lola. You and Beth were waiting for them when they got back, table set and dinner ready. You greeted him with a kiss, doing the same for the baby in his arms. As you did so, your husband filled you in on everything that happened at the doctor’s.

“We got the all good for the doctors,” he said, taking Lola’s baby shoes off and leaving her in her pink socks, “she’s got eleven fingers and eleven toys, don’t ya, Lols?” He cooed, voice pitchy as he tickled her tiny feet making her let out screechy giggles. You rolled your eyes at his joke, taking Lola from his arms and walking away. “Give me my baby, Munson.” You could hear his chuckles in the dining room.

The four of you settled into your spots and portioned out your meals. Most of the chatter came from Eddie, the man recounting every detail of his day. But you knew he’d be happy to be interrupted, especially when he heard his daughter’s news. When you realized Beth wasn’t going to be the one to tell her father about her news, you decided to step in and help her. Looking at your husband, you grinned at him. “Beth has something she wants to tell you.”

His attention on his daughter, he hummed at her, patiently–but eagerly–waiting for her to tell him. “Oh, yeah? What is it?”

Beth sighed, picking at her food. When she finally gathered up her courage, she told him. “‘M gonna be in the school play. Alice in Wonderland.”

His eyes lit up, food forgotten as he beamed at his daughter. But Eddie oftentimes had a way of making things worse before he made them better. “Cool! Are you gonna be Alice?”

You could have physically facepalmed. Beth frowned, looking at you with creased eyebrows. “See, mom, no one cares about the play if I’m not Alice.”

“Beth,” you exhaled, shooting your husband an angry glare, “baby, the White Rabbit is one of the most vital roles. Isn’t that right, Edward?” You dared him to disagree and make the little girl feel worse. He wasn’t a complete lost cause, nodding energetically at his daughter, trying to rectify himself.

“No, yeah, sweet girl, the White Rabbit is like the most important part. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” You nodded, agreeing with her father. Eddie continued, squeezing her shoulder, “we’ll be there front and center, Beth. You’re gonna do amazing, my little movie star.” And just like that, Beth was placated. However, when your husband mentioned asking Petal about sewing her costume, you were filled with dread. The only thing that appeased you was the knowledge that he was going to take care of that.

Except he didn’t. The day he was supposed to ask, something had come up at the diner and he decided he was going to go. That left you ushering your girls out the door and to the car, driving slowly to their nana’s house. The cozy was usually your home away from home, but now it had you swallowing in fear. Beth ran ahead of you up the stairs, you dragging behind her with Lola in your arms.

“Hi!” Petal greeted when she opened the door, “this is a pleasant surprise. Come in.” Beth didn’t need to be told twice, running into the room in search of her ‘cousin.’ You wanted to call out to the little girl and beg her not to leave you. It wasn’t that you were necessarily scared of the older woman, but you just didn’t think you had any right to ask her to do anything for you. Even if it was technically for her beloved granddaughter.

“Y/N!” She called, drawing your attention back to her. You blinked at her apologetically, she smiled, shaking her head. “Would you like some tea? Then you can tell me why you’re here.”

You nodded, following her into the kitchen, holding onto Lola for support, and watching as she set the kettle on the burner. After turning on the flame, she turned to you. “So, what’s up?”

Suddenly shaky, you played with the hem of your shirt. “I wanted to ask you–and you can say no–if you could…if you would be so kind as to–”

She looked at you in confusion, trying to gauge just what you were asking of her. Your pitiful attempts were halted by Beth barreling into the room. The little girl was your saving grace in many ways, but none more than now. Flashing her a smile, “Beth, didn’t you have something you wanted to ask your nana?”

Beth tilted her head, brown eyes wide in wonderment as she thought. Eventually, she shook her head. “No.”

You looked at her, placing your hands on your shoulders, practically begging for her to read your mind. But Beth didn’t have those abilities. Instead, you took to urging her. “Yeah, about the play, remember?”

Beth’s eyes lit up, bouncing on her feet as she jumped at her grandmother. “Oh, yeah. Nana, I’m gonna be in the play.”

“Which play, sweet girl?” Petal asked, pouring the boiling water into two mugs, tea bags changing the clear into brown.

“Alice in Wonderland,” the ten year old informed. Petal’s face lit up, likely thinking back to when her own daughter was in the play. It was funny how life circled back sometimes.

“That’s wonderful,” the lawyer gushed, leading the three of you out of the kitchen and into the living room. Beth settled in beside her grandmother, snuggling into her side. You briefly wondered where Delia was, the little girl having not followed after Beth like she usually did. You couldn’t pose your question though, Beth jumping in and asking her nana something else.

“Will you come?” the sweet girl asked. Petal nodded her head, placing a small kiss on her temple in confirmation.

“Beth,” you called, knowing that if you didn’t allude to what you wanted the little girl to ask, she wouldn’t do it. “Isn’t there something else? About the character you’re going to be? Maybe about your costume?”

“Oh yeah,” Beth gasped, doe eyes peering at her grandmother. Mustering the most persuasive look she could, she looked at an amused Petal. “Grandma, can you make my costume?”

“Absolutely I can,” She enthused, encircling her in her arms. “Who are you playing?”

“The White Rabbit!” the little girl cheered, a different tone to the one she used when she told you her character. Petal started rattling off her ideas, Beth listening intently, wide eyes brightening with every sentence. There were so many pros that came with having such a large extended family, but one was the many hidden talents that came to fruition when you needed them. You watched happily, the pair seemingly lost in their own world. With that matter settled, you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. Especially since both parties looked absolutely ecstatic about her costume.

“Oh, Bethy,” Petal clapped, “you’re gonna be the cutest bunny.”

“Rabbit,” Beth corrected, “I’m gonna be a rabbit.”

Petal laughed, fixing her mistake and going back to planning with her eldest granddaughter. The play was three weeks away meaning you had more than enough time to do everything that needed to be done. You knew how quickly time passed, but you hoped it wouldn’t pass in a blink of the eye.

The day of the play was filled with so much excitement, from the entire family. That morning you were tasked with drop off duty, Eddie having gone to the diner early for the both of you. With Lola in her carseat and Beth beside her, you drove the girl to her school. Beth was a bundle of nerves in the backseat, staring out of the window ever so quietly, fingers playing with the end of the cloth garment cover.

“Beth,” you called, looking at her through the rearview mirror, “you okay?”

“Mmhm,” she hummed, “fine.”

You didn’t push, knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere by doing that. Sometimes, the way to reach the little girl was to let her come to you first. The drop off lane was always full when you got there, kids running out and meeting friends without so much as a glance back to their parents. Beth was the same, and usually, you’d let her go. But this time you couldn’t.

Just as she was about to run off, you stopped her. “You’re gonna do great, sweetheart. We’ll be there, front row.”

She beamed at your words, calling out a goodbye as she stumbled into the building. Watching as she left, you turned to your youngest daughter in her seat, “your sister’s gonna be so good, Lols.” The toddler babled at you, clapping her hands as if she understood a word you were saying. “What do you say we get your sister some flowers, huh? Do you wanna see Auntie Tulip?” You took her squeal as a yes and peeled out of the parking lot.

It wasn’t strange for the flower shop to be empty so early in the morning, business usually picking up later in the day, but it was strange to not find your friend tending to her flowers as she usually was. The bell dinged above you and Lola giggled at the sound as she held onto your pointer finger, stumbling into the shop. You looked at the colorful flowers, brushing your finger on some of the petals. You were so entranced on them, you didn’t hear Tulip walk out of her office. “Is that my little Lola?”

She picked her up, nuzzling her nose into her neck and placing quick kisses on it. You took the time to take in her appearance. Now you didn’t know the full details, but you knew something was going on with one of her babies, which caused her to stay up for hours on end. Black bags lined her gorgeous eyes and it was as if her fire dulled out, making you pity the younger woman. But you kept it to yourself–the best thing you could have done for her was acting as if you knew nothing, she’d tell you when she was ready. Tulip pulled her face away from Lola’s neck, keeping her in her arms as she addressed you. “What can I do for you?”

“Beth’s play,” was all you said. Tulip’s lips curled into a small frown, but before you could comment on it, she fixed her face into a smile.

“Right,” she agreed, “tulips then?” You nodded. She set to work, wrapping a colorful bundle in pale pink wrapping tissue. You wanted to ask her if she was going to be there, but part of you already knew the answer. Babies were so demanding, especially when they were sick and couldn’t communicate, so you couldn’t fault her, but you knew Beth would be disappointed her favorite aunt wouldn’t be there.

You asked her before you left. She pursed her lips, letting out a disheartened exhale, “we’ll see. I don’t know if Rosie would make it through an entire play without screaming. I’ll try my best to be there.” It was the best she could give you and you accepted it. Thanking her for the lovely bouquet and reassuring her that no one would be angry at her if she missed it, you left the small store.

The moment you took your seat next to your husband, he was instantly taking Lola into his arms and digging his nose into her neck, giggles leaving her lips. Steve was at your side, video camera in his hands while the strollers with his kids were beside him in the aisle. As the lights dimmed, you whispered over to him, “no Tulip?”

“Couldn’t make it,” he responded, “Rosie wouldn’t stop crying. She sends her apologies, but she’ll meet us for dinner.” You nodded, turning to the stage as the curtain was pulled back and the play started. From the corner of your eye, you could see a small head of curls peeking out from behind the red curtains, looking into the crowd. It didn’t take a genius to know who it was. She didn’t know that you were aware of her actions because almost as soon as you saw her, she smiled to herself and pulled away. Any doubts she may have had just disappeared at the sight of her family.

Neither you or Eddie could control the grin on your faces when you saw your eldest girl make her debut. She looked silly, hopping over to the blonde girl playing Alice in true rabbit fashion. Beth seemed to glow under the white lights, reciting her lines without so much as a hiccup. For a split second, while Alice drew everyone’s attention to her, she made eye contact with you, and she positively glowed. She brought a quick hand up in an eager wave, one you returned just as enthusiastic. You were kinda sad the play had to end, especially with how happy Beth seemingly was on that stage, but you were so glad to have her in your arms.

After the final bow, she ran up to you, small arms wrapping around your legs. After you leaned down to kiss the top of your head, she stared up at you, brown eyes brimming with joy. “Mom, did you see me?”

“I did!” You answered excitedly, “you looked so cute.” She frowned and swatted at your hands when you pinched her rosy cheeks. Her father came up behind her, Lola in his arms. The eleven month old held a bouquet in her grasp, Eddie supporting it with his fingers. He brushed a hand through his eldest daughter’s curls, drawing her attention to the pair.

“These are from Lola, for you,” Eddie said, holding the girl on his hip. She outstretched her arms, with some help from her father, handling the bouquet in her tiny hands. As Beth took the flowers from her sister, tears began to well in her eyes. You beamed at the sight, bringing the older into your side and rubbing her back. “Thank you, Lols.”

The moment was sweet, even sweeter when the ten year old leaned forward to place a kiss to her sister’s cheek. Lola giggled happily, burying her face into her dad’s shoulder. You were beyond happy watching your little family, you almost didn’t catch the little blonde girl sulking. Her eyes fluttered around the room as she pouted. No one seemed to notice her, but you did. Turning to Beth, who was having a conversation with one of her cousins, you asked her, “Beth, who is that?”

Beth furrowed her eyebrows, looking around the room. She genuinely didn’t know who you were talking about. “Who’s who, mom?”

“That little girl by herself,” you pointed. She stood out like a sore thumb, every other kid hugging their loved ones. By this point, your friends and family had ceased their individual conversations and listened in on yours. Beth’s mouth shaped into an ‘O’ as she caught sight of the lonely little girl.

“That’s Eleanor York,” she informed, mild disdain coating her face, “she was the reason I didn’t get to play Alice.”

“Beth,” you scolded, “be nice. Why is she alone?”

The curly haired girl shrugged, “her mom’s always late. She gets picked up last. I don’t think she has any friends either.”

Brushing aside the curiosity on how Beth could know something like that—you figured it had something to do with Eddie and his lack of time management, “why don’t you go talk to her, pretty girl?”

“But we were gonna go to dinner,” she protested, clearly not wanting to talk to the girl.

“We’ll still go,” you reassured, “but you should invite her.”

“I don’t wanna,” she said quietly. You gave her your best mom look, hands on your hips.

“Beth,”

“But-”

“No buts, Beth Munson.”

She let out a sigh, making a show of stomping her feet as she walked away. You rolled your eyes at her dramatics. Beth Munson was her father’s daughter. You watched from a distance, proud of your eldest as she spoke to the teary girl. The blonde girl wiped her tears as your girl talked to her, blushing when Beth passed her a single tulip from her bouquet. You pretended to look busy when the two girls walked back to you.

“Mom, this is Eleanor,” she introduced. You crouched down to their eye level, hand extended in a handshake. She took it shyly, palms clammy. “Eleanor, this is mom.”

“Hi,” she greeted, “Beth invited me to dinner. If that’s okay?”

“‘Course it is,” you confirmed, squeezing her small hand in reassurance, “we’re celebrating you guys tonight.” You set out to do just that, leading your family out of the school auditorium, listening to Beth’s overjoyed chatter and watching Eleanor slowly step out of her comfort zone. You wished you could have had a Beth at one point in your childhood, maybe then it wouldn’t have been so lonely. You pushed that melancholic feeling aside, just being proud of your little girl.

You were halfway out the door when a flushed looking blonde woman came running in, baby boy in her arms. She tried catching her breath as her eyes moved around the room, visibly deflating when she noted its vacancy. Eleanor lit up, letting go of Beth’s hand and running to the woman. “Mommy!”

The woman, dressed in a waitress’ outfit, welcomed her into her arms, hands on her back. “Hi, Nora. I missed it, didn’t I?” When Eleanor nodded, her mother sighed. “I’m sorry. Work ran late. You look so pretty, though, baby.”

“It’s okay, mommy,” Eleanor reassured, “you’re here now.”

You decided to step in and introduce yourself, hoping you could find the right words to comfort the woman. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Beth’s mom. You know, Steve has a video of the entire play, he’ll be more than happy to show you during dinner, right, Steve?” The mentioned man looked up from where he was cooing at his babies, baby giggles coming out of the stroller, and joking around with his eldest girls. At your question though, he nodded, sending the woman a nod. When she gave him a grateful smile, you remembered you hadn’t formally asked her to dinner, and you gasped. “Oh, I should have asked if you wanted to come with us to dinner? We won’t do anything too fancy, just a little something to celebrate the kids.”

“Oh, I couldn’t impose,” she denied, shaking her head, “I appreciate you asking. But if Eleanor wants to go, she’s got my permission.”

The ten year old tugged on her mother’s skirt, “mommy, can you go, please? I wanna tell you everything. I missed you.” The older woman looked conflicted, eyes moving from her daughter to your family. Eventually, she sighed.

“If it’s not a bother,” she conceded, “but only if you tell me all the details, Nor.”

Eleanor cheered, running to Beth and grabbing her hand. You allowed Eddie and Steve to walk out first, hanging back to converse with the woman. You noticed the bundle of blue in her arms, a sleeping baby boy nestled amongst the sheets and your heart burst. “He’s adorable. I have an eleven month old, Lola.”

She blushed, brushing a finger across his cheeks, “thank you. He’s Issac. And I’m Connie. Silly me, didn’t introduce myself.”

“Don’t worry, I get it. It’s one of the many joys that come with being a new mom. It’s happened to me more times than I can count.” You giggled, stepping into pace with her as you asked her questions about her kids. You had a feeling you would come to know this little family better as years passed, especially with the budding friendship your eldest girls shared. Dinner with the entire family went better than expected, the kids enjoying themselves while both Tulip and Connie watched a playback of the video on Steve’s camera. You especially liked how Beth and Lola seemed to be joined at the hip, Beth introducing her little sister to her newfound friend.

Other times of course, the two still acted like sisters even despite Lola’s young age. It was exactly what you would expect them to be like considering all Tulip had told you about how her two girls often bicker. Only now it was a ten year old fighting with a one year old. You wouldn’t call it pathetic per-say, but it was definitely pointless, Lola didn’t have any idea what her sister was talking about half the time.

The baby got lots of new toys from all of her loved ones for her birthday. Everyone had piled into the cabin and thrown the biggest party to celebrate her turning one. But upon being introduced to so many new toys, she tended to get a little overexcited. That excitement paired with her recently learned skill of throwing things, got messy fast.

Later that night, after the child’s birthday party, you and Eddie took to cleaning up the cabin, disposing of any shredded wrapping paper or anything else that needed to go in the trash. Beth was tasked with sitting with her sister just while you did your task, making sure she didn’t hurt herself or anything like that. But just because she didn’t hurt herself, didn’t mean she didn’t hurt others.

One of the plastic toys startled your eldest when it came hurtling at her. She barely had the chance to dodge it, squealing at the near-miss. “Lola! Why would you do that?”

The aforementioned girl turned to her older sister with wide eyes, babbling at her angrily at her exclamation. Beth had her hands on her hips, glaring at her. “We don’t throw things, Lola.” The baby only threw another stuffy at her, hitting her square on the stomach. Beth gasped, picking her little sister off the floor and setting her on the couch, standing in front of her. “You’re being mean.” Lola only responded by babbling angrily in response, small face contracting into an angry expression. Beth did not appreciate her petulance. “I don’t know why you’re angry with me, you’re the one who threw something.”

By this point, you and your husband had ceased your cleaning, opting to listen to the two girls instead. Beth was a little too old to be arguing with the freshly turned one year old, but neither of you wanted to step in, the sight too comical to miss. Both girls had a look of contempt on their faces, Beth’s scolding being drowned out by Lola’s broken baby talk. You and your husband shared amused looks, shaking your heads as you listened in. Despite the absolute chaos you knew you were bound for, you wouldn’t have changed your life or your girls for anything.

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littlesubbyflower · 11 months

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Slow Dancing — S.H.

Modern!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary - You slow dance with Steve outside of his BMW

3.5k Words

Warnings: None? Actually— Friends To Lovers, Admission of love? idk man this feels like absolute, tooth rotting fluff.

A/N : Doing this as a modern!Steve because when asking my parents about how things were in the 80’s, they responded with “We were between the ages of 1-10 during that time, our teen years were in the 90’s” so Modern!Steve it is! I would also love to shout out all of the wives in the Coven for helping me 🫶🏻 and @myobmaya for always reading my late night screenshots that I send and always helping me run with my ideas 💖

Don’t forget to like and reblog!

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“Ah, I don’t know Robin, I just don’t think she sees me that way.” Steve said, stacking the pile of books on the counter after scanning them in.

“Oh my gosh, you’re such a dingus! She totally has the hots for you.” Robin calls a few aisles over, putting away the cart full of books.

“You think?” Steve asks, looking down at his feet, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. Steve had never been so smitten with a girl since Nancy Wheeler. Steve will never forget how she looked him in his eyes and said he was bullshit, him asking her if she loved him, and her repeating that ‘it’s bullshit.’

Steve was heartbroken, everyone in the party knew it. Robin found out how much damage had been done when she and Steve were in the bathroom together while Steve spilled his guts out in a toilet after drinking too much. Eddie could tell there were tensions between Nancy and Steve, but no one spoke about it really. Dustin tried to give Eddie a ‘long story short’ version, but it was way too confusing for Eddie to put together pieces because the curly haired boy was speaking too quickly.

You hadn’t lived in Hawkins long. You moved in the late spring from a small town in Texas. Being the outcast at your new school, you kept mainly to yourself. The students of Hawkins High made fun of you for your accent on your first full day in the cafeteria, which had caused you to cry in the bathroom your whole lunch period. Robin had heard you crying when she had walked past the bathroom and comforted you as best she could, and the two of you had been inseparable since. Eddie Munson had also managed to rope you into his small group after Dustin wouldn’t shut up about how cool you were

Steve thought the shift was dragging on, despite it being a Friday night, one of the busiest nights of the week for the small bookstore. Every time the bell on the front door would chime, Steve would secretly hope it was you and would quickly hide his disappointment when he saw it wasn’t. The bell rang and Dustin sauntered into the store.

“You will never guess who I just saw at the record shop next door!” Dustin runs up to the counter “Your girlfriend!”

“For the last time, she isn’t my girlfriend. We are only best friends, that’s all!” Steve said, running his hand through his hair. “She’s probably getting that new record from Eddie, they’ve got the same music taste. Who still collects records? I told her I've got an extra spot on my music subscription.”

“No one wants your spotify login, Steve. She’s going to come in, and besides, I think it’s cool as shit that she still collects records, makes her so much cooler! ” Dustin said, seeing the tips of Steve’s ears turning a tinge of pink at the mention of you. Dustin had gone straight to the D&D display to grab a new book before returning to the counter.

“It’s fine if she doesn’t come in, you know.” Steve replied, taking a book from the younger boy.

“You damn near break your neck every time that bell chimes because you secretly wish it WAS her walking in here.”

Steve’s face flushed a bright red at the accusation.

“Can it, Henderson.” He replies, scanning the book on the register and placing it to the side. “Are you renting this one, or buying?”

“Knowing how Eddie gets with his campaigns, I’m going to buy this one.” Dusting grimaced, remembering how he had rented a book a few weeks ago and had to pay for another book.

“Wait, are we talking about -” Robin seemingly pops into the conversation out of nowhere.

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Anyways.. Stevie, are you going to ask her to the party at Bugsy's tonight?” Robin teases.

“Yeah Stevie, are you?” Dustin mocks, fluttering his eyelashes and clasping his hands under his chin.

“Oh my god you two are insufferable.” Steve hides his face in his hands. “The actual worst!”

“You never answered my question, so I'm going to take your silence as a yes.” Dustin smirks, handing Steve the money for the book.

Just then, the doorbell chimed and the three turned their heads quickly to see who had come in.

“Whoa, why are you guys looking at me like that?” you laughed awkwardly, walking up to the counter. You dug the two books out of your bag and smiled at Steve. “Anyways, thanks for the book recommendations, Stevie! They were great!”

“Y-yeah, no problem!” Steve rushed out. “Hey uh, so there’s this… party tonight, and I was won—”

“Sure!” you reply. “Pick me up at 7. Bye Rob, bye Dustin!” you wink, blow Steve a kiss and walk out the door.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” Steve said to no one in particular. Robin and Dustin only shook their heads.

“It happened and he doesn’t even believe it, total Steve move.” Dustin throws his hands up in exasperation

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Back at your mother’s childhood home, you pace back and forth, half dressed, ranting to Eddie.

“Oh my god, what if I was too confident? I mean, I didn’t even give him the chance to answer! I mean for fucks sake I blew him a kiss before I walked out the door!” You throw yourself onto the bed rather dramatically and Eddie just looks at you.

“Sunshine, you’re overthinking this. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“What if he doesn’t show up and I'm just sitting on the porch like an idiot?” You ask, sitting up. “Eddie, I’m terrified of that happening again.”

“That’s not going to happen. Steve is different, trust me.” Eddie says, standing.

“Yeah, well, that’s what the cheerleaders said about Andy.” You reply and roll your eyes.

“You wound me, darling, I would NEVER lie to you. I’ve spent some time around him, and he’s not anything like those asshole jocks.”

“I guess I'll just have to take your word for it.”

“Guess you will.” Eddie shoves you. “Please get dressed, people who can see into your first floor window will get so many bad ideas.”

“Sorry, sorry!” standing and grabbing a sweatshirt off of the chair at the desk in the far left corner in the room. “That's it, I'm not going. I'm going to tell Steve that I changed my mind!” You slam yourself down in the chair in a huff after yanking on the sweatshirt.

“No, for the love of heavy metal— absolutely fucking not.” Eddie says, staring at you. “For my own sanity, you are absolutely going to that fucking party with Steve. I can no longer take the pining. You both like each other but are too chicken shit to do anything about it.” Eddie points his finger at you playfully, but his stare held a serious undertone. “If I have to hear from Robin that Steve cannot stop talking about how great you look in that stupid red bikini or any other clothes for that matter and if I hear you talk about how great Steve looks in anything one more time, I'm going to absolutely lose my shit.”

Your cheeks flush a deep red in embarrassment. You open your mouth to speak, but Eddie continues.

“Listen, I love you, but you and Steve need to get your asses in gear before Robin and I take matters into our own hands.” Eddie stands and walks into your closet, pulling out a baby pink and floral white sundress. “Harrington hasn’t shut up about this since you wore it a month ago.” before tossing the garment onto your bed.

You gawk at the boy, eyes as wide as saucers. “You cannot be serious? This dress?” Your face manages to flush a deeper color. “H-he talks about this dress?”

“Serious as a heart attack.” Eddie says, drawing an ‘x’ over his chest.

You look at the dress, weighing your options. You could put on the dress and go to Bugsy’s party and maybe air out your feelings, or you could stay in your room and probably wish you were at the party. Grabbing the dress off the bed, you look at Eddie.

“Guess I'm going to the party.”

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Eddie had left not long after you had decided you were going to the party. He promised to see you there, he just needed to run by Rick’s to stock up on his supply before stopping by to make some deals.

Applying a last swipe of lipgloss and a final spritz of hair spray into your hair, you take one look in the mirror. You adjusted the sleeves of your dress and your fingers immediately dropped to the bottom hem on the skirt, rubbing the fabric between your fingers. You check the clock in the wall for the time, and your heart rate picks up when you notice it’s 6:57. Steve should be here any minute.

Rushing around your room, you find a small purse and shove your lipgloss, a pack of gum, your phone and wallet into. Picking up your strappy sandals, you rush down the stairs calling out your goodbyes to your parents. Once you reach the front door, you stop and put on your shoes and glance at your hair in the mirror next to the door once more, fixing a strand that has now been misplaced. Ruffling your roots and twisting the strands once more, you smile at your reflection and take in a deep breath. On the exhale, you open the door and take two steps before your cheek collides with someone’s chest.

“I’m sorry!”

“Oh god, my bad!”

Steve steadies you, grabbing your upper arms. “I-I should really watch where i’m going.” He looks you up and down before blushing. “Are you okay?”

“I'm okay, Steve. Maybe I should be the one to watch where I'm going.” You blink up at him before your own blush tinges your cheeks and you immediately cast your eyes to the ground.

Steve’s hands are still holding your arms and his touch feels electrifying. He clears his throat before gently dropping his hands. “Y-you ready to go?”

“Oh, sure!” you say looking back up at him and smiling nervously. Steve holds his hand out to you to lead you to his car. You take his hand, feeling electricity jolting from your hand up your arm. Steve felt it too, the way his breath hitched and he could hear his own heartbeat in his ears as you grabbed his hand and he led you to his car.

“Ever the gentleman.” you giggle out as he opens the car door for you and lets you get settled before closing the door and jogging around to the driver’s side before getting in.

“Um, i-if you want, we could listen to your music? Don’t tell the kids though— they’ll be out for my neck.” Steve laughs. “Dustin especially.” He looks over at you and smiles.

“Oh, you— we don’t have to!” You rush out. “Your music will be just fine!”

‘Stop being so nervous!’ You shout at yourself in your head ‘It’s just Steve!’

“No, I insist, really.” Steve smiles again. “Bluetooth your favorite playlist, I’m sure it’s great, plus i’d love to hear what you listen to on a daily basis.

“How would you know? What if it’s all Taylor Swift? Or Harry Styles?” You laugh, turning in your seat to look at him as he starts the car and begins to drive off.

“Well, I guess that’s a risk I am willing to take with you.” He looks over at you and smiles when approaching the stop sign at the end of your street. “You’d be surprised at how much of her music I know, all thanks to Max and El.”

“Well in the wise words of Dean Winchester, ‘driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole’ therefore, you’re picking the music.”

Steve shook his head in laughter. “Guess we will be listening to nothing.” A moment of silence passes before Steve speaks again

“I think I'm going to go off on a whim here, okay?” He looks over at you. “I don’t want to go to that stupid party.” He admits, taking a left down a street to head towards Lover’s Lake.

You visibly relax, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Okay, great. I thought it was just me.” a somewhat nervous laugh bubbles from your chest. “I really don’t like parties.”

“It’s okay, really. I don’t like them anymore either.” He looks at you and smiles again. “We could uh, go out to the lake, maybe? For talking, not- not anything else.”

“Oh! S-sure!” Jumbled thoughts raced around your head. You knew why most of the town’s youth went to Lover’s Lake, it wasn’t that hard to figure out, but Steve Harrington taking you there to ‘just talk’ seemed highly unlikely… However, you decided to humor his spur of the moment plan change.

“Great!” Steve looked over at you and winked.

The drive to the lake was a quiet one, but not the awkward, suffocating type. The type of quiet that was comforting, that people could sit in for hours and not have any issues. Reaching down and playing with the hem of your dress as the passing houses turned into woods, where the asphalt turned into a dirt road leading off towards the lake. Steve parked in the middle of an open field, right in front of where the sun was setting over the water. He rolled down the windows in the car before turning it off and turning to face you.

“You know, you look beautiful.” Steve said to you, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mention it earlier when I should’ve.” He reaches up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Y-you think?” You stutter and look down into your lap, a blush covering your cheeks.

“Oh it’s not that I think, it’s that I know that you’re beautiful.” Steve carefully lifts your chin with his hand. “I am so serious, sweetheart. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” His brown eyes bore into yours, flakes of amber and dark brown catch your attention as he leans closer to you and smiles.

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in closer, the blush on your cheeks deepens. “You’re way too nice to me, Stevie.” You whisper out. “You gonna stare at me all night?” You giggle out, feeling a bit more confident.

“Only if you’ll let me.” He says, voice dripping with honey and a bit of truth. His free hand slowly makes its way to your knee as it gently rests there. “I know you, the you that lives here in Hawkins, but I want to know what you were like before you moved here.”

“Oh, still the same old me.” You speak slowly, the skin on your knee feeling about ten degrees warmer. “Still always collecting records and whatnot.” Smiling that Steve actually wants to get to know you. “I like reading too and I’m pretty decent at crocheting things!”

A boyish laugh bubbles past Steve’s lips. “You crochet?” His eyes hold a half impressed, half curious look. “What kind of things?”

“Blankets.” You murmur out sheepishly. “Like the lavender and cream colored one on Robin’s bed.”

“YOU made that? That’s the softest blanket I think I’ve ever touched.”

“O-oh, yeah I did. I had to learn how to do something while the military packed up my house and moved us here.”

“Military?” Steve looked shocked. “Who’s in the military?”

“Oh, my dad is! He’s stationed in Indianapolis, but my mom grew up here, so they bought her childhood home, and he comes home on the weekends.”

“That’s… interesting.” Steve says, rubbing absent minded circles on your skin, fiddling with his hair with his free hand before bringing it under his chin and resting it there, genuinely listening to every word you’re saying.

“It’s alright I guess. I was very lucky and only moved around a handful of times. Unfortunately, I missed my junior prom because we moved here.” You admit, your voice holding a saddened tone. “So I can’t wait for my senior one this year.”

“Didn’t get your romantic slow dance, did you sweetheart?”

“No Stevie, I didn’t.” You admit.

Steve stops rubbing circles on your knee, looking at you, cocking his head to the side.

“You serious?”

“As a heart attack, Harrington.”

Shaking his head and muttering to himself, Steve starts fumbling with his phone and car stereo, quickly scrolling through his music.

“Everything okay?” You ask, trying to lean forward a bit to look into Steve’s eyes.

“Hm? No, sweetheart, it’s not.”

Disappointment bubbled in your chest, a white hot feeling that you weren’t entirely used to. “Oh..”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it that way. We are going to get you your romantic slow dance. I just need to find the perfect song.” Steve says, placing his hand back onto your knee, still scrolling through his music. “Where is that playlist?” he mutters to himself.

“Aha!” he said after a moment or two, clicking the screen of his phone, then reaching forward and turning the dial to his radio to increase the volume.

“Steve, what exactly are we doing?” You ask, eyeing him down.

“Getting you that slow dance you missed out on.” He says, before getting out of the car and jogging to your side, opening the door and offering you his hand. “May not be super romantic but, it will be something special.”

You’re rendered speechless for a moment. Why would Steve Harrington offer to slow dance with you in the middle of a field? Surely Robin and Eddie were right, maybe he was different than all of the others.

In the back of Steve’s mind, all he could think about was Robin telling him how you weren’t like the girls their age. You were different and he just had to go out on a whim and see it for himself, and god was she right.

You take Steve’s hand and get out of the car, Steve the door closing behind you. He brings you right to the front of his car, in the glow of his headlights.

“Can I have this dance, sweetheart?” He asks, smiling at you as the opening chords of Etta James’ “My Dearest Darling” begin to fill the air.

All I need is someone like you, My Dearest Darling, please love me too

“Oh Stevie, this is such a classic.” You blush and grab his hand. “Who knew you’d be such a charmer.” You giggle, standing closer to him as you place a hand on his shoulder and he carefully places his free hand on the small of your back.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“More than okay.” You whisper out as he pulls you impossibly close.

Ooh, My Dearest Darling, I offer you my heart.

His brown eyes bore into yours, both of you taking shallow breaths, swaying to the music. The sunset casting the perfect hue onto his face, making his freckles pop against his tanned skin.

“Sweetheart, I need to tell you something.” Steve whispers, slowing the tempo down a bit, but still staying in time with the music.

“Yes?” You ask, never breaking eye contact.

“I-” He stops, taking a deep breath. “Bare with me here.” He laughs nervously. “I am pretty much in love with you.” He takes another deep breath. “I am in love with you, actually. I have been, for months.”

Oh nothing, nothing, nothing in this world could keep us apart.

You stare up at the boy in front of you, heart beating wildly in your chest. You open your mouth to say something before he starts talking again

“You don’t have to say anything back. I-I just wanted to get my feel—”

You cut him off by bringing your fingers up to the nape of his neck, gently pulling him closer and bringing him down for a bruising kiss. His hands immediately grab at your waist and you grab onto his shirt with your free hand.

It was everything you hoped it would be. Steve’s soft lips captured yours, moving in time with your own, deepening the kiss. He wanted to frame this moment in a glass box forever, he wanted to keep every moment, every emotion, every feeling he had in his pocket to replay over and over again.

You pull back after a moment, Steve looked at you with wide eyes, before smiling at you. A wide, toothy grin

“I'm in love with you too, Steve.” You smile. “I think even before I admitted to myself, I think I knew.”

Steve pulls you back in for another kiss, bringing his hand up to cup your jaw. Seemingly out of nowhere, water droplets began falling from the sky, causing you to giggle into the kiss.

“Hope kissing in the rain is on your bucket list, Harrington.” You say after pulling away.

“Only if I can kiss you, sweetheart.”

“Always.”

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Ahh! Thank you so much for reading! As always, reblogs and likes are always appreciated! First published Steve piece! 💖

#littlesubbyflower #steve harrington #lsfwrites #stranger things #littlesubbyflower: steve harrington #Modern!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

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this-is-not-a-slow-burn · 6 months

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I WANNA KNOW ABOUT UR WIPS !!!!

You got it babe!! (ew is that weird. idk I think my inner Harry Du Bois came out there)

Currently they're all Cyberpunk 2077. Mostly Kerry/M!V but one Silverdyne Johnny-has-a-body Post-ending current era, with flashbacks.

But, thanks to this Canadian DJ I know, there's a Geraskier brewing in my brain.

Here's a couple of snips from the two Cyberpunk WIPs

V/Kerry:

V strips as he heads to the bathroom, tossing the pants and shirt onto the fragrant pile near the front door. Johnny materializes in the bathroom mirror's reflection, sprawled against the back wall, making a real show of checking out V’s ass. He’s doing it just to be a dick, and V can’t help but laugh a little despite being annoyed that Johnny can’t feel this headache coming on. The intensity of Johnny’s staring is more than a little unnerving, but the longer he stands there the more V’s starting to believe that maybe he is enjoying the view. He slowly slides a hand down his chest, stopping just as the bare skin turns from above the waist to below. Johnny’s face screws up into a grimace and he glitches out. V barks out a small laugh, vision swimming as he shakes his head. Johnny was right. This is what you get when you have a busted biochip in your head and only drink a beer and a tube of warm vitamin goop for breakfast

And this is the Silverdyne one

Between the clean sheets in a wide bed lies a man who isn’t awake, but isn’t asleep. In the pauses of his breath lies a city full of sound.

If the only way out is through, there were some painful and uncomfortable situations ahead. Nothing like a hangover to remind you of that. At least, he’s assuming that’s the reason he feels like a half dead raccoon on the side of the road.

It wouldn’t be out of the question for this to be a hangover, even with a history of hard partying. Of being a local bar band turned recording turned touring band. By the time he’d gone solo his tolerance was jacked up so high that it was a miracle he could even get drunk. This new body has never seen a bender stretch on for a week, and it shows. There’s no sleep happening, for the third day in a row, which is fine, a little delirium sparks creativity when the timing is right. Still would have been nice to maybe dream a little. But the nicotine addiction is one thing his brain never managed to forget, and it gnaws at his skull until he rolls over and slaps the tiled floor, groping one hand around in the mess blindly — he was hoping to find at least one smoke left in the pack in his pants — sighing as he comes up empty handed. Nada. Karma all used up.

#WIP snips

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docwormie · 1 year

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I don't even know what this is but I'm a gay nerd so !!! Some random thoughts that have been festering in my brain about Stella Spotlight's queerness:

So we all know how queercoded this whole show is, but my fav example of this is Stella and I don't see enough people talking about it !

Especially in the 2022 version but she always had this evelyn hugo vibe anyways !

Her story with Zéro Janvier is clearly devoid of any romantic interest on either part. Like sure, Ego Trip has some lyrics that imply feelings between them but each of these lyrics actually focuses more on loving themselves. Let's take a closer look: "Moi je suis avec toi parce que tu me fais du bien/toi tu te sers de moi pour arriver à tes fins" (btw the parallel between this and Johnny/Sadia !!!) is the whole message of the song: they're in that relationship for purely selfish reasons and there's no sign of affection at any point. "Un regard de toi me fait monter aux nues" is clearly about Zéro using Stella's fame to gain popularity, and even the proposal is staged as him wanting to gain possession over her (thus reinforcing the "golden cage" that's a leitmotiv with Stella's character).

I've seen people interpreting Zéro as queer too and him needing a wife to pursue his career because of homophobia or whatever. Idk if I support this theory because there are already 2 canon and out queer characters and their queerness doesn't seem like an actual issue in Monopolis, but I looove the idea of Zéro and Stella as a beard couple.

The same idea could apply to Stella: on top of her getting "old", she needs to maintain her image of purity and tradition ("symbole de la race blanche/de nos valeurs, et de nos libertés" implies she's already a right-wing symbol??)

Stella and her maid(s)... much to think about......

It's confirmed that she was inspired by Marlene Dietrich and Marylin Monroe, two notoriously queer actresses, c'mon guys ! (If I'm not mistaken)

The Tango de l'amour et de la Mort as an idea is so queer already and I'm mad it was deleted from every version post 1979. But can you imagine the lesbian energy radiating from a Sadia/Stella duet ? Maybe even with the choreography ??

Finally, in 2022, the Grand Gourou is played alternatively by a woman and a man, and Stella is as attracted to them no matter who the actor is. There's rainbow and bisexual lighting during the 0rgy. Idk what you want more from me !!! The story writes itself !! Stella is attracted in no way, shape or form to Zero but she sneaks out to see her "therapist" girlfriend ?? I'm gonna collapse

Fellas is it gay to throw yourself from the top of your husbands tower like 5 minutes after the wedding because you hate him ?

Anyways that's it for today but I will be back, the sapphic Stella Spotlight agenda will spread and there's nothing you can do to stop it !

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emerals · 10 months

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the lads types of parents

idk more worldbuilding

Carmelo + Pheobe - both are very loving of their daughter and would do anything to protect her- she always comes first; they allow her freedom, but aren't neglectful

Alonso + Harper - both are very loving of their daughter and understand her quite well; they are very involved with their daughter's activities and are probably the best parents out of the group

Major + Esther - both are neglectful- intentionally or not- while Major doesn't love his son, but Esther does very much; Esther tries her best for her son, while Major is two steps away from abandoning him

Roisin + Finn - when they were alive, they were very much like Alonso and Harper- very loving and caring, though sometimes they didn't quite understand what their sons needed

Noelle + Blanca - although the act more like aunts than moms, they're still loving and caring; they understand they can't fully replace Roisin and Finn, but they still try their best to be there for their adopted son

Negasi + Chariya - they are typical loving parents who oftentimes are a bit "cringey" as they try to make up for lost time; for the first few years after being reunited, they try their hardest to make up for everything their daughter went through, which receives some push-back from her as she isn't really angry anymore

Edith + Emerson - contrary to belief, Edith and Emerson do love their son, they're just really controlling and strict; both of them are guarded and don't express their love for him for a good few years, but they eventually come around and allow their son to see another side of them

Winterva + Leonard - Winterva is the alpha of the house, but she's not exactly a good mother while Leonard just follows in her footsteps; Winterva is more after a "pristine" image for her family rather than anything genuine, and usually pushes off taking care of her kids to her kids themselves, Leonard is equally as neglectful

Soo-Ah + Du-Ho - both are very supportive, even if they don't quite understand their child; despite their not complete understanding, they still behave as those "cringe" parents to their edgy child

Fanya + Austin - when Austin was alive, he was the one taking care of the kids while Fanya- who did love them- was a bit more reluctant to take care of them as she doubted her ability; after Austin's passing, Fanya quickly learned that she wasn't as good as him and soon directed her grief and anger and blame onto her kids as she began to drink and become abusive in a lot of ways, losing any sort of positive relationship she had with them

Cho + Hiroshi - Hiroshi is hard on his son, but it's only to make sure he grows into a strong man- this causes a not-so positive relationship between the two for quite a few years, but Hiroshi eventually loosens up; Cho would oftentimes stand up for their son and would encourage him to be whatever he wanted- this is what led their son to take an interest in criminalistics as he tried to figure out why his mom had fallen in love with a man like Hiroshi

King + Janese - both are loving of their girls, even if Janese is more closed off and doesn't express it as much; Hiroshi engages in play with his daughters while Janese is usually found in the kitchen making dinner or plotting what she'll make next

Timber + Frances - both are loving towards their daughter, but Timber's love isn't reciprocated after he cheated on Frances and had another child with his mistress; their daughter and her mother have a very good relationship, as they leaned on each other during that hard time

Seek + Nolan - since Seek was abused into being ashamed of their family's red-colored legs, she put this mindset on her daughter and became a bit of a control-freak on the way her daughter looked and dressed while Nolan while would boost his daughter's spirits up a bit as he would attempt to get his wife to not be so hard on her; eventually, Seek kind of lets up, but she still makes comments every now and then

Seth + Nour - when they were alive, they were okay parents- they were struggling, but would try to make time with their son, sometimes losing their patience with him; they didn't exactly hide that they were disproving of Nour's sister's husband

Leonor + Rodrigo - Rodrigo was abusive towards Leonor, and their daughter recognized that, leading to her not liking him all that much; after Leonor's sister's and brother-in-law's passing, she fell into a deep depression and tried to be there for her daughter and her now orphaned nephew, but ultimately couldn't; Rodrigo eventually got so annoyed that he went on a murder-spree and killed Leonor's parents and planned to kill their daughter and nephew, but Leonor managed to get them to safety as she finally fought back- it cost her life, however, and Rodrigo went to prison for the rest of his life, breaking out about five times to finish the job, but always being found and dragged back into prison

#ozzy swan #dottie angels #everett mustelidante #hunter gundog #juniper passerine #whittany lop #nix rodentia #ximena avianta #aden fang #ash fliwig #marshall snowshoe #dean rodentia #kiwi purrborne #vivian pyroar #sylvia honeyberg

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racingliners · 1 year

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F1 Re-Watch 2013: Round 6 - Monaco

Alrighty! Ticking another race off the re-watch list before we go away (and before I completely forget about this re-watch project being a thing).

According to the list I made to keep track of my watch through, this is the third last race I haven’t seen anything from, though Monaco being the procession it normally is most years idk if that’ll mean much. This was the first of Rosberg’s 3 Monaco GP wins, and I think there’s some late race chaos but apart from that I’m going into this completely blind, so let’s jump in!

ngl I go miss the pre-race graphic that had the world map before zooming in on the host race du jour, as I geography nerd I really enjoyed it

Okay, starting grid whiplash:

A Merc front row before it was cool (Rosberg pole, Lewis P2); Seb P3; Jenson P9, Jev P10.

Honestly, not that whiplash inducing, the beloveds have not been screwed over for once

Helmet watch: Lewis’ rainbow helmet visor is still the prettiest thing ever

Also it is so weird seeing all the Merc guys in white overalls, even though we haven’t had the all-black look for that long I’m astounded as to how quickly I’ve gotten used to it dsvhdfvhd

Also also: this race happened in the mist of some classic off-grid drama (Merc had a non-sanctioned tyre test with Pirelli after the Spanish GP, no one was happy about it bc in-season testing was banned at this point in time, mouthing off with and in the press ensued)

Not that has anything to do with the race action, I just find it funny

[Formation Lap]: All but 4 cars starting on the super softs, though back in 2013 all the cars in the Top 10 had to start the race on the tyres they ran in Q3, unlike the free choice they have now

“I think Raikkonen’s got a great chance of winning this race” Brundle he’s down in 5th find some sense

(the things I endure for this)

[Start/Lap 1]: Juuuuuust about all clean into turn 1, Lewis and Seb were VERY racy

oh maybe not all clean there’s a yellow flag

OH SHIT one of the Caterhams just lost it’s front wing

oh god more McLaren on McLaren violence

[Lap 2]: Seb is still harassing Lewis, brat Seb be bratting

and they’re still at it into the swimming pool

[Lap 3]: Meanwhile Rosberg has a 1.4 second lead

I love how unstressed I am about Lewis v Seb, it’s always so spicy but such good racing

meanwhile Jenson has been complaining about Perez being too aggressive, make of that what you will

and another yellow flag somewhere

[Lap 4]: oh the shot of the cars going through swimming pool is 👌

(I am occasionally a Monaco apologist, it’s v pretty)

[Lap 6]: Okay the race has calmed down 😅

Classic precession time, everyone will be trying to stay close to the car in front in the hope of jumping them at the pit stops

5 and a half seconds covering the top 6, which somewhat proves my point

oh jeez the McLaren violence replay, can we not race each other into the chicanes lads?! 😵‍💫

[Lap 9]: aaaand there’s the second Caterham on fire, right at the pit lane entry too

Caterham’s not good, very bad Monaco GP

oh the smoke is blowing across the track, excellent

man how did F1 manage before the Virtual Safety Car, bc it’s just a yellow flag rn

though maybe I think it should be full SC

there is a very large group of marshals pushing the car back into the pits like 😳

well that was mildly terrifying

[Lap 11]: Jenson potentially chasing down Fernando 🍿

2000s F1 intensifies

[Lap 12]: Di Resta fastest lap????

Okay so bc the Mercs aren’t pulling away from the rest of the field as quickly as everyone expected, it’s apparently forcing the rest of the grid into a one stop bc of how small the gaps are between everyone

(or at least that’s how I’m interpreting what Crofty and Brundle are saying, either I’m dumb or they’re dumb one of the two)

[Lap 16]: Jenson is still reasonably close to Fernando, but maybe not quite close enough to get the pass done on track

[Lap 17]: cut to the Merc garage prepping tyres 👀

[Lap 19]: Livery watch: as much as I am a black Merc stan, the old silver livery does look very pretty in the sunshine

[Lap 21]: somewhat related it is SO STRANGE being on board with Lewis and not seeing the number 44.

Like 10 is Gasly’s number to me, I am getting whiplash asfuhasufh

(2013 was the last season before drivers got to pick driver numbers, before then car numbers were assigned based on where a team finished in the constructors. For example Merc had 9 and 10 for finishing 5th in 2012)

[Lap 23]: and we have out first proper pitstop folks!! It’s Danny Ric, who swapped his softs for super softs, which doesn’t make much sense

And Bottas pits too

...and he’s still in the pits. I fear the graphic is stuck

[Lap 24]: Yeah I think the graphic is borked Val is still being shown as being in the pits

“target minus 1.6 on your dash” Bono I don’t think Lewis has actual rocket fuel in his car please be serious

[Lap 26]: And Webber pits for softs!

sounds like a pit stop shuffle is incoming since the Mercs were given the hurry up

will they double stack? or will they pit on sequential laps?

Meanwhile Di Resta did a pretty decent pass on Massa into Saint Devote

[Lap 27]: And Raikkonen pits, as does Jenson

Disco music ensues for the pit stop shuffle

And a wild Dan fastest lap just for funsies

[Lap 28]: Still not Merc stops

the hilarity of the entire grid pitting to for Mercedes’ hand and them going ‘lol no we’re better than falling for your mind games’

(Merc have always been the funniest team on the gird)

[Lap 29]: Still no pit stop for the Mercs as Alonso pits

Just Seb and Perez still to pit in the top 10 alongside the Mercs

oh add Sutil and Jev to that list, thank you pit stop graphic

[Lap 30]: ah shit Massa’s car is sideways in the barriers at turn 1, he’s out the car thank goodness

not a very nice crash though

[Lap 31]: Seb pits

and unsurprisingly, Safety Car to clean up Massa’s car

[Lap 32]: And Rosberg finally pits

as does Lewis, the famous Merc double stack will always be famous

But as a result Lewis is behind the two Red Bulls, while Rosberg retains the lead

[Lap 33]: And a wild Daft Punk sighting... because Monaco

Man this race really had been more eventful when Monaco’s usual standards considering it’s bone dry and bright sunshine

“Fourth Monaco Grand Prix in a row to feature the safety car” and absolutely no one is surprised

I am not going to comment on the ‘lapped cars may now overtake graphic’ other than the fact it required a warning.

[Lap 36]: Anyway apparently a seized gearbox caused the fire on Pic’s car, not a fun fact

[Lap 37]: Oh Rosberg’s engineer coming in with some proper tyre stats (60% remaining on the rears and 50 odd on the front, if you’re wondering)

[Lap 38]: and SC in this lap!

we’ll also be getting back under way at half distance

[Lap 39]: green flag!

oof Rosberg shot off at the restart, that’s already a 9 tenths gap to Seb in P2

Lewis trying to get past Webber

[Lap 40]: and again Lewis having a peek into tabac but nothing comes from it

AHHHH HE TRIES IT INTO RASCASSE

sorry for the caps lock it was either that or me yelling aloud at 11:07pm

[Lap 41]: He didn’t get the move done, but it was v racy

Lewis Hamilton, keeping races entertaining since 2007

Meanwhile Jenson is chasing Fernando who’s chasing Raikkonen

WDC on WDC fisticuffs

and Perez gets past Jenson into the nouvelle chicane!

(entertaining racing??? in Monaco??? I LOVE IT)

[Lap 44]: daaaaamn, Perez is not messing about, he tried a divebomb on Fernando

[Lap 46]: yellow flags again...

oh jeez, Maldonado in the barriers (he’s fine) but the impact pulled the tecpro barriers into the track.

so a red flag

my goodness has this race been eventful

and cut to all the mechanics and engineers running down the pitlane to get back onto the grid

ohhhhh yeah people can change their tyres on the grid under a red flag. inch resting.

zdvuhdfuvhdf Ted cornering Horner in the pits for a quick quote, I adore his tenacity

so with some very rough maths there’s 33 laps to go, assuming the race ran to full distance, so it would absolutely make sense to change tyres here.

(look at me trying to be Ted)

Speaking of Ted, he’s playing team boss bingo. He’s added Toto Wolff and Martin Whitmarsh to his red flag interview list.

And in breaking news apparently Alonso has to give Perez P6 for going off track.

And Ted’s now chatting to Claire Williams. Just one more for team boss bingo.

(Also I miss Claire SO MUCH the paddock has way less braincells without her)

[Lap 47]: and looks like the race is getting back underway!

(less red flag chatter bc it’s just hit midnight and I need to get better at timing these re-watches)

Raikkonen & Hulkenberg on the softs, everyone else re-starting back on the supers

And Alonso did give Perez P6 under the SC.

Safety Car pulling in and the camera once again followed it instead of the lead car

[Lap 48]: Anyway, green flag!

thankfully all clear through Sant Devote

Lewis once again resuming to chance down Webber

[Lap 49]: While Alonso is trying to get P6 back from Perez

[Lap 50]: Rosberg already 1.2 seconds ahead of Seb

and DRS re-enabled

Lewis is SO CLOSE to the back of Mark

and he once again tries into Rascasse but nothing comes from it

[Lap 51]: once again the shot of all the cars running through swimming pool is sexy

[Lap 52]: oh damn Raikkonen and Perez fisticuffs now, once again at the nouvelle chicane, both of them went wide

[Lap 55]: Lewis being told to mind to tyres so he has some grip left at the end of the race

[Lap 56]: idk what Rosberg is running on but he’s 2.7 seconds ahead of Seb now

Monaco Man is Monaco Manning

[Lap 57]: Not Sutil going down the inside of Fernando at the hairpin and making it stick 👏

Team Silverstone be Team Silverstoneing 💚

This house will always be pro-midfield

[Lap 60]: not more double yellows at sector one 😭

fellas please I can only take so much

One of the Marussia’s in the barriers :(

(driver’s fine)

[Lap 62]: Gap between Rosberg and Seb now 3.7 seconds

[Lap 63]: Grosjean rear-ending Dan at the Nouvelle chicane and nearly going over the back of the Toro Rosso... CAN WE NOT

SC back out for the carbon fibre confetti

This is turning out to be a poor choice of late night viewing my blood pressure is likely not having a fun time

I swear the only thing missing from this race is rain, and I’m very glad it never happened

[Lap 65]: So we’re past the 2hr mark, but the race is still going somehow

idk my understanding of time limits is very foggy at this point, the incidents combined with it being half past midnight had left my brain mush

oh jeez the bird on the apex of the nouvelle chicane, v pretty slow mo shot of it flying away though

[Lap 66]: SC in at the end of the lap

aka ah shit here we go again

(Raikkonen’s engine is losing water bc it’s too hot so that’s fun)

[Lap 67]: green flag!

and again all clear through turn 1

[Lap 69]: nice

(sorry my filter goes out the wayer after midngith)

ANYWAY Jev is still holding onto P10 🤞

I also forgot to mention is lovely Francois Cevert tribute helmet, you can find the pics in my ‘monaco grand prix 2013′ tag

but back to racing, the fisticuffs between Raikkonen and Perez got upgraded to violence.

Perez tried it down the inside and got pinched as Raikkonen turned in for the chicane and bits of carbon fibre went flying

[Lap 70]: And Raikkonen has a puncture

[Lap 71]: And Jenson gets past Fernando!!

✨F1 drama✨

oh the replay of Jenson getting past Fernando through Anthony Noghes 👌

[Lap 73]: the incidents don’t stop coming, Perez just shot over the nouvelle chicane

ah he’s pulling off, might be a brake failure

[Lap 74]: But that promotes Sutil to fifth, Team Silverstone truly living their best lives

[Lap 75]: 4 laps remaining klaxon

and jeez a 4.4 second gap between Rosberg and Seb

well we know which Merc was filled with rocket fuel

[Lap 77]: wild that with all the chaos of the race, Rosberg has still led every lap of the race

big ‘call an ambulance but not for me’ energy

[Lap 78]: Final lap!!

vhfduvhs Seb going 1:16.5 and getting fastest lap

bestie we needed that energy five laps ago

“Sebastian you know the score, don’t take any more risks” Rocky is not amused

[Finish]: and Monaco Man wins the Monaco GP!!

Seb P2, Webber P3, Lewis P4, Sutil P5, Jenson P6, Alonso P7, Jev P8, Di Resta P9 and Raikkonen P10.

Whew, I am Niki Lauda looking around dazed and he is me. That race was EVENTFUL. Like so eventful I’m glad I’m going straight to bed after this. Though in classic Monaco fashion is was more incident central as opposed to lots of racing, but gosh so much happened we really do not have time to unpack all of the that. What a race 😵‍💫

Next up - Canada!

#F1 Re Watch #F1 2013 Re watch #F1 Liveblog #monaco gp 2013

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while we untangle

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader (implied Marc Spector x F!Reader) Wordcount: 2.9K Warnings: Explicit AF. SMUT. Wounds. Oral. CUM eating. Sry. Summary: Things happen to Steven. He ends up with dates he doesn’t remember making. He finds his fridge full and fishes with two fins. There is an attractive woman inches from him and he should just shut up and take it as a sign from God or Gods. Whatever. A/N: wow i wrote this instead of working on wys because i hate myself. title from Rufus Du Sol's No Place. i know vague shiz about moon knight but this is my current headcanon of marc being aware of steven and steven just doing his best (lmao). idk if this is really spoilery.

Steven doesn’t quite recall when he started dating you. He does not remember how it happened. You just appear and he simply goes with it because you’re soft and warm and you call him by his name.

It’s a little like magic. He falls asleep and wakes up and you’re there.

“Hi,” you murmur by the side of his bed. His body is aching. His shoulder is screaming. He feels his bones bunching up against the thin shell of his skin.

“What?” He shakes his head. “Who-?”

Their first conversation (that he remembers) is just fragments of words. It is a series of cut-off questions.

Who? What? Where?

You lean forward so quickly he nearly misses it. A flash of your hair and your eyes glittering like fish scales in the blue dawn light. You touch his jaw and use your other hand to comb his sweat-damp curls back from his brow. He wants to say something because he feels naked in front of you - this stranger in his sweats and one of his t-shirts.

Who are you? Who are you?

Instead, he says: “I’m sorry…I didn’t expect guests. I would have cleaned…”

He would have. He would have made an effort. You smile at him and that’s when he notices the gash at your hairline. The strange bruising along your collarbone.

“Did we…?” he finally asks because why else would a girl be in his apartment - at his bedside. Your lips quirk and you shake your head.

“I’m - do we know each other?”

He really shouldn’t press his luck. Things happen to Steven. He ends up with dates he doesn’t remember making. He finds his fridge full and fishes with two fins. There is an attractive woman inches from him and he should just shut up and take it as a sign from God or Gods. Whatever.

“In a way,” you hum as you stretch your arms above your head. Your joints crack and that cut on your forehead beads with blood. A few hours later, he will notice that it’s gone. He will notice that marks on you never last longer than a day.

“In a way?” he echoes. He is lost in this conversation just as he is lost in most conversations. Everyone seems about five feet ahead of him at all times.

“Yes - in a way, but,” You shoot your hand out and grasp his own tightly. He notices his palm is covered in raven-black grease and you don’t seem to mind. “I suppose we should meet formally.”

You tell him your name and he repeats it - rolls it around over his tongue like a smooth marble. His accent is thick and often too chewy in his mouth. He doesn’t know why he even uses the term “accent” because shouldn’t it just be his voice? His tone. His.

He feels like he’s trying to shove himself through a narrow hole. Nothing fits.

***

He starts waking up with you - coming to with you - in weird places. One time, he��s restocking mugs etched with incorrect hieroglyphics and the next thing he knows he’s coughing up blood on a rain-soaked street. It’s thundering. The clouds spiderweb with lightning. There’s the smell of wet leaves and garbage and a neon Exit sign is blinking above him.

“Marc! Help me out here.” You’re a few feet away punching the hell out of a man in back. There’s a splash of blood. It splatters over your nose and chin. You’re in this tight suit that shimmers grey-blue in the rain. Weird. When your eyes meet his, you suddenly grimace. Your expression flits between seemingly concerned and incredibly irritated.

“Who’s Marc?” He rubs his forehead. His teeth feel loose in his mouth. “Wait - where are we?”

Wait. Wait. Wait. He’s always colliding into a disaster or conflict before he can confirm what it is. Where - when - what -

“Fuck,” you growl and then the man you’re fighting socks you right in the temple. You stumble to your knees. Steven doesn’t really think - he doesn’t have to - he rushes forward in some hopeless attempt at protecting you and - well - everything goes black again.

***

He wakes to the tinkling music of a Carnival. He’s got his hands wrapped around a pole with chipped gold paint. There’s a thousand colors blurring into a mosaic of blues and pinks and purples and reds. Yellow as buttered popcorn. Green and copper as scarab beetles. He can taste sugar on his tongue. Cotton candy. His stomach aches.

He looks down and sees the white mane of a wood worse. It’s uncomfortable between his legs. He blinks. He shakes his head.

“You okay?”

He turns to find you sitting - riding - next to him. You’re straddling a unicorn, which oddly seems fitting since he’s about 67% certain you don’t exist. There’s an unreadable expression on your face. A strange transformation. You go from cheerful to anxious and he feels as if he has interrupted something. You bite your lip and reach for his hand. You thread your fingers together as the carousel picks up speed - as it circles and whirs like a cyclone.

That terrifying, obnoxious jingle of music.

“Hi Steven,” you tell him, which he doesn’t understand. Why are you greeting him when you’ve obviously been with him for a while. Are they on a date? This must be a date. Did he drink? He swears it was 4 PM last he checked, but the sky is black-navy. Violet and midnight.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters as he clings to the pole with one hand as you hold onto the other. He leans his too-hot temple against the wet-cold surface of it. “I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t know what else to say.

***

His eyes flutter open and it’s day again. The midafternoon sun peeks through his heavy blinds. You’re sitting next to him - hunched over like a curled C. One of his heavy mythology books in your lap. You’re reading about Isis and Osiris and he wonders if all his pieces are scattered over the Earth. It would make sense. It would honestly be a relief. An explanation.

There’s a white bandage around your arm with old blood staining half of it. It’s practically brown. He sniffs a metallic tang in the air along with the harsh scent of antiseptic.

He lifts himself up gingerly. More soreness. More agony in his back and the constant headache that thumps at the center of his forehead. He leans into you out of reflex, his chest brushing your shoulder. He touches your arm - drags his finger down the bandage.

“I didn’t do that did I?” He can’t trust himself. He doesn’t know anything. He loses days and nights and you are the only constant in his life. The one unmoved variable.

You twist around to look at him. You’re visibly exhausted. He wonders when you sleep because he’s never seen you do it.

“No,” you assure him. They’re so close that your breath fans over his lower lip. They’re dating and they aren’t. “Dating” is the only word he has for it because he wakes up and you’re in his room or literally in his bed. Sometimes you haul him to a restaurant or coffee shop.

Eat, Steven. You’re very pale.

They’ve never kissed though. They’ve never done anything beyond you looping your arm through his as you take him around London. He hadn’t realized it until now, but every errand they go on has been for his benefit.

You need more shampoo. You need another jacket. You need to get your haircut. Do you want another fish so he has a friend?

You let him talk to you. You let him vomit his words all over you because he has no one else. His mum’s voicemail. His mirror. His mind. One minute, he’s spilling his guts to a living statue and the next he’s spilling his guts to you.

And you respond. You nod and agree or disagree or drop your chin into your hand and listen intently. You laugh when he says something he actually meant to be funny.

“You’re such a weirdo,” you tease in between sips of coffee. It makes his lungs expand to the point he can finally get a full breath in. He is wide awake.

He shifts on the bed. The springs squeak. His sheets are scratchy and he notices there are granules of sand in the folds of linen. Bloody hell and all that.

There’s a wrinkle between your brows as you watch him watch you. You don’t avert your gaze like so many others do when he makes them uncomfortable. He can’t help it. He forgets himself sometimes. You’re different. You meet his stare straight-on.

His voice is low and urgent when he finally asks: “Why do you take care of me?”

You suck your lower lip between your teeth. It turns a color and he has to stop himself from swiping it with his tongue - from digging his thumb into the flesh. “I promised someone I would.”

He should question that. Who?

You know who.

The voices have returned. Swelling and shivering at the back of his head. They distract him. Solid. Tempting.

You know her mouth. You’ve tasted it before just not as you. You’ve had her. You’ve felt her. She’s ours.

He doesn't know what to do. He’s aware of his own awkwardness. He’s aware that he often misses social cues even though a large part of him seems to understand them. He just can’t get there.

“Steven,” you whisper like a secret - like their secret - every fucking letter deliberate and compassionate.

He wants to feel this.

He surges forward and kisses you. His body does it before his brain even catches up. He grips the hinge of your jaw and crushes his mouth to yours. You squeak in surprise before relaxing - before allowing him to cradle your cheeks between his hands and continue.

It feels familiar.

His lips move against your lips. His tongue traces your tongue - teasing and caressing and it subtly changes from sweet and careful to frantic and dirty. Your hand is on his chest - right where his heart thumps. He scrapes his teeth over your lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. He makes a demanding sound and pulls you closer.

He senses that he’s been at this threshold a thousand times previously. He has to move forward. He knows the steps. He needs to take you - plant himself inside you where he’d be safe. He’s been safe.

His hand palms the crown of your skull. He tilts your head to deepen the kiss. You respond gracefully - your own fingers now locked in his t-shirt. They trade kisses in his dusty room with all of his old books and white-noise sound machines and cheap cutlery. You sigh into his mouth - your breasts crushed against his chest. Your heart. His heart. Pound for pound. Sharing a rhythm. How much would they weigh? The bandage on your arm chafes the inside of his bicep.

You shiver and it surprises him - the fact that he’s capable of arousing such a sensation out of you. He wants to go further.

He wedges himself between your legs. He doesn’t know entirely what he’s doing and yet he does. He’s had to have done something like this before. Maybe, at school. His twenties? He should know though no distinctive memories come to mind. No images of teenage lust in a backseat or fumblings in a dark theater.

Still - he appears to be getting it. Gestures before thoughts. It’s like the act itself is already written on his bones - taped somewhere in his mind with instruction.

At some point, they get naked.

You are spread out on his pillows and he uses his hands to open your thighs. He watches your cunt - shiny and pretty in the afternoon light. There are bruises on your hips - along your ribs. He wants to ask, but doesn’t.

You already know, Steven. You saw her get them last night. Fighting. You have some too.

That voice that’s like his voice, but not.

He slips his fingers against the seam of your folds - nudging between them and watching the effect it has on you. He thrusts to the knuckle before twisting his hand so he can press his thumb to the peak of your sex. You’re so wet and hot and each jerk of his fingers makes you tighter. The repetitive clench of your walls as he eases you through it. The push of slick more erotic than anything he’s ever even dreamt of.

“Oh,” you moan softly. “Oh - shit.”

“I-I think - is that alright?” he stammers - his chest tight - his cock so hard that it juts against his stomach.

You nod furiously. You open your arms to him - come come come - be with me. He goes - capturing your mouth - tongue warm as it slides over yours in a desperate, messy tangle. Your hand circles his cock, grasping him tenderly. You stroke him slow as he fucks into your palm. He kisses you. He kisses your throat - your breasts - your cheeks. You lead him - let him in - and then the head of his cock is rubbing right up against your pussy. It’s furiously hot - making slick sounds as it slips through the seam of swollen flesh.

You stare up at him, lips twitching and kiss-bruised. He keeps his eyes fastened to your face as he sinks in too quickly. You stretch around him - nails digging into his shoulders. Your mouth parting. Oh - it’s like this.

You feel like home. You feel like him. He knows this. He knows the wet clutch of your sex around him. Vice-like. Murderous. He rocks down and you glide with him. He draws back until he’s nearly out of you before snapping forward - punching a moan from your lungs. A push and pull. He tilts his hips and you follow - knowing the ebb and flow of his movements like you’ve done this before. You fist a hand into his curls as you nip his jaw. There is the loud liquid suck of your body greedily accepting his cock again and again. It’s so crude that he can’t quite believe it.

“Steven - fuck,” and now he is acting without thought. He is allowing the insides of himself to take over. It’s like a dance that he is watching from a step away, but oh he feels every second of it. He savors the soaked clasp of your cunt. The smell of your sweat and your hair and your lush skin as it slaps against his.

You shove him away and he groans as he rears back on his heels. His pleasure is dismantled. It is interrupted. You rise up on your knees and kiss him hungrily - nearly swallowing his tongue before you turn around. You get on all fours - your grip taut around the bed frame. His gaze traces the lines of your body - the curve of your ass that hitches into his hip bones and fitting snug.

You know what to do. You’ve done it before. Our girl likes it like this.

Ours. Ours. Ours.

That voice unbearably deep and vibrating with power. It’s like heartburn in his chest - bubbling up his throat.

This is for you, Steven. Trust us. Trust us.

He takes himself in hand and guides it back into your spread, dripping cunt. He bottoms out and you respond beautifully - a fragile wisp of a sob as you blossom around the length of him. You bury your forehead into his pillow. You bite the blanket.

Steven has never been able to keep quiet, but now he is out of words. He grunts low, rumbling noises and sometimes: oh god - fuck - so good -

He hopes that it’s enough for you to realize that this is everything he’s ever wanted. This true connection when he’s always felt like he’s living behind glass. He’s grateful.

He reaches around to pluck at your clit - something he wouldn’t have known to do or hadn’t done before and yet he does. It’s imprinted. The second he touches the swollen nub of it, you seize up like you’ve been electrocuted - pleasure ringing through your veins and limbs and he meets it by grinding deeper into you and there are filthy words flying from your lips in heaving, breathless whimpers and Steven blushes bright red because he can’t quite believe he’s done this with you - even as his cock spits inside you - even as he fills you to the brim without wasting a drop. When he eases himself out, there is his own pearly seed sliding down the backs of your thighs. It seeps between your swollen folds, dripping onto his comforter, which he will never wash again -

He touches it with his fingers - mesmerized. The voice in his head is throaty and smug: do it, Steven. I know you want to. She’ll love it.

He listens. He flips you onto your back - mouthing at your throat and tits before he travels downward. He forces your knees apart and buries his face between your legs - lapping and sucking and devouring what he has done to you. You arch up - hips jerking against his face. His nose hooked enough to deliberately scrape against your clit as he licks from your fucked-open pussy.

You cry out, yanking at his curls until it stings and he’s sure he’s missing patches of hair. He won’t let up. He latches and remains there - his hands now under your ass as he lifts the bowl of your pelvis up - like a platter - like an offering to the Gods - overflowing with nectar - a ritual -

He’ll repeat it. Day in and day out. He will perform this.

His skin burns with arousal. A fever. You know it’s him doing what he’s doing as he feasts - as he suckles his own come from your sex. He does not know this and yet he does. Another lifetime perhaps. Another yesterday. All of his memories are wrapped in plastic and yellowed with age. Opaque. Potentially not his. But this is clear. This he is sure to remember.

He knows. He knows. He knows this and there aren’t any lost hours between them. It is one long day and one long night of this tryst where he doesn’t wake up with a broken jaw or bleeding gums. He does not question your presence or why his fish die or why you care enough to keep him alive when no one else seems to notice him. He’s Steven and you call him by that name.

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hollowedwing · 3 years

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Are you still taking request? If you are, can you do an alpha hawks x omega phoenix!reader but the reader is a circus performer? Hawks just happens to have a day off and sees a famous circus is in town (cirque du soleil vibes) and decides to fulfill one of his childhood fantasies and see a circus show. here's one of my fave movie circus performances for some inspo => Malang Song | DHOOM:3 | Aamir Khan, Katrina Kaif

A/n: Omg, I've actually never gotten a request before :o sorry this took a little while also!

I uhhh, I've never ever written Omega Alpha stuff before? But I'll try my best at it! Thank you for the video refs also! I'm...going to kind of base the performance off of it? So uhh, here we go I guess! (Im also hoping by Phoenix reader, you meant, reader has a pheonix quirk...I sincerely apologize)

Alpha!Hawks x Phoenix!gn!Reader

⚠️Warnings: A liiitle suggestive?

Finally! Keigo finally finally got to take a personal day. He decided he'd take this chance to cross something off of his childhood bucket list.

He'd always wanted to go see the traveling circus. This type of circus was more like Cirque du Soleil. He was flying through the city one day when he saw a new billboard going up. Now, Keigo's always wanted to see a circus, but when he saw the billboard featuring another winged human with vibrant orange and red hued wings smack dab in the middle of it, he definitely had to go. To say the least you were absolutely stunning.

He eagerly walked in to the stands, with popcorn in hand, and took a seat in a special section with more room for his own wings. The area was dimly lit and there was soft chatter amongst the crowd, eagerly awaiting the performances.

Soon the houselights went out and stage lights flicked on with pyrotechnics going off around it. The male lead began the performance, coming out very strong and confident. The crowd watched in awe with all of the graceful dance moves and dangerous stunts happening on stage.

Soo it was your turn to make an appearance. The spotlight jumped to your firgure, gracefully perched on a hoop just hanging from a wire above the stage. You had your vibrant sunset hue wings spread magnificently to their full span. Your costume was jewled up, glimmering in the lights. It was very form fitting, allowing it to show off your slim, athletic figure.

Hawks could not take his eyes off of you. You're even sweeter scent leaking off of you smelled somewhere between pumpkin and vanilla. When his eyes locked with yours for a split second he knew he wanted you all for himself. He was absolutely mesmerized with your quirk too. You have a regeneration aspect and wings? Bloody brilliant mate.

As you spun and swung on your hoop, you started singing. The audience was awestruck by your voice. It was almost as melodic as a siren. Alluring with a hint if danger and power.

During your performance, when you would be swung over the crow, you reached out and brushed Keigo's chin with your hand when you got close enough to the stands. Eventually you leapt off your hoop, gliding down to the stage with your wings poofed out. You gracefully land in your dance partner's arms and begin the duo choreography.

Keigo feels a little bit of jealousy come over him as he sees the other alpha male getting to hold you in his strong grip as he swings you about. Throughout the rest of the show, Keigo couldn't stop from gazing at you. He was determined to meet with you afterwards. Your stage presence was overwhelming. Everyone could sense your confidence, which made it even more hypnotizing.

By the end of the show, Keigo wanted to scent you and probably mark you. He wanted you. Badly. He just knew he had to find you.

You on the other hand, were already planning on how you would 'coincidentally' run into the #2 pro hero before he might take off. Off course, your managers were having the main stars stay behind for about 1 hour to allow viewers a chance to pay to get a photo taken with any or all of you. You were either hoping to meet Hawks through that, but you figured you chances of that were so low, you were going to try to sneak out before hand for even just a few minutes.

Dashing out of your dressing room, you made a bee line for the main lobby area in hopes the Hawks would still be out there. You craned your neck in every direction just to catch a glimpse of his gorgeous red wings. After 5-10min of hunting, you could find him nowhere, or smell his scent that you had drank in during your perfomance. Your manager walked up to you, irritated, and huffed that you needed to go to the photo section this instant and to not run off like that again.

Keigo heard about the photo ops and immediately hunted for the location once he got out of the stands. He was willing to pay just about anything to be near you again. While waiting in the long line he took a feather off of his wing, made sure it was well scented, and attached a small piece of paper onto it.

About 20 minutes into the photo session, you finally saw large red wings in the line. Your insides jumped for joy and with nervousness. You wanted so badly to be near him again. The split second swing by just wasn't enough. A happy scent could be smelled leaking from you.

Keigo drank it in. Getting more and more impatient to reach the front of the line. Finally, FINALLY making it to the front. The moment you both locked eyes, it felt like time stopped.

With having to stay professional, as this was a public setting still, Keigo couldn't just pounce on you and nuzzle his face into your neck. You two didn't actually know each other and that would not make for great press yet.

Hawks walked up to you, a bit shy, but mostly holding his confident alpha stance. His smile was prsctically glowing.

You managed to keep your cool and posed with Hawks for a photo. You draped you arm around his waist and he put one around your should and youu both smiled for the camera!

He thanked you, gave some money to the photographer and then spun back around to slip something into your costume pocket. (yes Im saying your stage costume has pockets xD idk man).

Hawks was quickly ushered away by staff so that they could keep the line going. You were left a blusbing mess with a stupid grin on your face, very eager to be able to go back to the privacy of your dressing room and see what he slipped into your pocket.

What felt like forever, the photo session was finally over and you just abkut sprinted back to the dressing room.

Feeling around your pocket, you pulled out a red feather, with a little piece of paper on it.

Hawks had written: "Hey Omega! You can call me Hawks! Or maybe call me at xx-xxxx-xxxx °v°☆"

You softly laughed and hurriedly opened your phone to add his number to your contacts. Maybe shoot him a text once you get home. This was one of your best nights ever.

Keigo went home that night on cloud 9. He had trouble to not get too excited when he was near you. Again, he wanted you, very badly.

Bonus:

You guys did meet up after texting back and forth for so long.

You decided that going to a coffee shop would be a fun date

It really didnt take long after you both got acquainted, that he gave you items scented of him or scenting you himself. He marked you his.

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A/n: Oh geez, Im sorry xD, idk where I was going with this or what I was doing. I liked the idea of the prompt so I tried my best >.< Im not too familiar with Omegaverse stuff, but I read up on some stuff and hoped I did ok. Its very very light omegaverse though.

#bnha x reader #bnha x omegaverse reader #hawks x reader #hawks x gn!reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x gn!reader

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zerokogane · 3 years

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I need to scream about certain fics so here are some of my favorite persona 5 fanfics (be warned most of these of not all are going to be shuake and ongoing)

Pt 2 https://zerokogane.tumblr.com/post/652917516478349312/lappel-du-vide-xov-persona-5-archive-of-our

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26995579

Ongoing, shuake, rated M, 300k+

Description:

What do you mean?” Ryuji tilted his head.

“It’s called Just Die. It reduces the SP needed for Insta kill skills like Mudoon or 'Please Die for Me' to zero.”

Ryuji and Ann blinked and blinked again trying to figure out what Morgana is trying to say. He watched as the gears churn in their head and they come to an epiphany, their faces growing horrified at the implications.

“Wait, you are saying. Joker can insta-kill literally everything in this palace. WITHOUT using SP at all?!” Ryuji clarified in astonishment because there is no way there isn’t a catch to this. “Without repercussion?!”

“Yes. That is exactly what I’m saying.”

Or the NG+ au where Akira knows more than he lets on, the Phantom Thieves start to suspect one of their own, and Akechi is in for a wild ride.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1767610

Series 6/7 completed, no ships, ratings vary per part. 700k+(all 7 parts)

Discerption or first part in series :Forewarned

When Akira Kurusu is ten years old, his parents die in an accident.

One year later, he comes to Inaba. He doesn't expect to find family there, and he doesn't expect to find a hidden world of monsters inside the TV.

He finds both.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21227510

Shuake, ongoing, rated T, 300k+

Discerption:

In the Present...

...Akira and Goro are the famed Detective Princes of Tokyo! They've solved countless crimes and brought justice across the city, gaining allies and confidants wherever they've roamed! As election season approaches in the distance, and ominous warnings are whispered into their ears, will they be able to weather the storm to come?

In the Past...

...two young boys, abandoned by society and family alike, find each other. Will they be able to handle everything else they find, in the years to come?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23989186

No ships, ongoing, rated T, crossover with bnha(sorta ? jokers in their universe but he doesn’t know why ) 280k+

Discerption:

“Foolish mortals!” Yaldabaoth’s shadow fell over them like a death shroud, “The sin of rebelling against a god is severe. As punishment, I banish you to other worlds unknown!”

Something changed in the air, like the snap charge of electricity after a thunder strike. No, this was more than that. The world shifted and changed and contorted, the weave of fate was unnaturally pulled by the God Of Control, creating fractals in the flow of time and space.

Joker’s teammates gasped as bizarre, otherworldly doors came into existence.

One, a pair of silver doors with alien markings, cracked open just a hair to reveal a large, terrifying eye. Another, a glowing paper door that would be at home in any vintage Japanese mansion. The third, a grand golden gate decorated with eyes and horned demons, bubbling black sludge dripped from its maw like tar. The final one was a fluctuating cloud of purple and black mist.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27656152

Shuake, ongoing, rated T, 250k+

Discerption:

From a young age, Akechi Goro was forced to accept that life is not fair. When the world is full of injustice and seems determined to throw that in your face at every chance it gets, what are you supposed to do? Sometimes you just need to tear the whole damn system down.

Meanwhile, Kurusu Akira just wants his friend back. He never meant to become a delinquent, much less the leader of the Phantom Thieves, but he supposes he’s never been very good at staying out of other people’s business.

(A soulmate au where writing gets transferred to each other’s skin. As a result, they become long-distance friends… until Akechi lets his jealousy and anger get the better of him, that is.)

( if you turned off by soulmate au’s trust me it’s good and it’s not as big part of the story as you would think, or not used in the “normal” way....idk your just gonna have to trust me one this one if the story sounds interesting cause it’s really good rant over)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26781733

Ongoing, shuake, rated M, 300k+

Discerption:

"Love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticule, and together, achieving a singular purpose against statistically long odds."

In which Goro Akechi joins the team during Kaneshiro's palace arc instead of Makoto.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30827231

Ongoing, will be polythieves but we don’t know the specifics yet, rated M��, 29k+

Discerption:

Yaldabaoth had been told of the Mythical Trickster. He had laid out the plans for his game expertly, all the pieces and threads in place, ready to pull the Trickster into the trial that would determine humanity's fate.

His plan, however, did not account for what he actually received: Twin Tricksters.

No matter... surely, this would not lead the game too astray. Would it?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19818682

Ongoing, no ships with Akira but there is ann/shiho, rated M, 44+k

Discerption:

When Suou Akira is arrested for a crime he didn't do and sent to Tokyo for probation, all he wants to do is live as quietly as possible and return to his family in Sumaru City. Of course, things don't work out the way he wants them to.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31362848

One-shot completed, shuake, rated T, 7k+

Desertion:

'Akechi takes back his initial thought about this being an absolute pleasure to watch as the man, who was only a few mere feet away from Akira, whips his hand and flinging the freshly brewed two hundred and five-degree boiling hot coffee straight into Akira’s face.

Directly hitting Akira’s Glassless bare face.'

Or the one where Akira deals with a nasty, entitled customer and Akechi is perpetually in denial.

(For Akeshuake Hurt Comfort Week, Day Three, prompt: Illness/Injury!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30837995

One-shot completed, Shuake, rated T 21k

Discerption: Pretending is part of Goro's daily life, masks hiding his true intentions and feelings are things he uses very often.

However, the idea of lying about his relationship status never occurred to him.

Yet, now he is in a "relationship" with Leblanc's barista to trick his colleague and the therapist who doesn't know that they don't know each other.

And between medical appointments, dates, and his personal investigations, Goro must now manage the storm that is his emotions when it concerns Akira Kurusu.

Where is the line between pretended and true love after all?

A Fake dating couple therapy story where Goro and Akira use lame excuses to date.

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positively--speculative · 2 years

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aw man i rlly disagree with your opinion on anne rice, i read only the first book but it pleased me so much i plan to read the other two. idk how they are, but i really enjoyed the simple yet precise writing style and the interactions between characters and the small moments which give so much weight to the scenes. do you have any other works of vampire fiction you enjoy more?

Don't get me wrong. Anne Rice has some strengths. I really enjoy her characters. I like Lestat. I wouldn't be even slightly invested in the new AMC series if I didn't see any redeeming qualities in her writing. I'm just...not a fan of her overall style.

Admittedly, I'm more into cinematic vampires, but I did read Carmilla last year and I mostly enjoyed it (except for some brief anti-Black racism at the beginning of the book). I'm also hoping to read The Gilda Stories soon (I've been trying to find it at one of my libraries, but no one seems to have a copy, so I'm probably just going to end up buying it). If you're open to reading children's/young adult fiction, the Cirque du Freak series, I think, is enjoyable and you can probably get through it pretty fast. Some of the creative choices are 'meh', though.

Like I said, though, I'm mostly into cinematic vampires. If you want to watch some movies, I have a few recommendations:

The Lost Boys (if you're into 80's cheesiness)

Interview with the Vampire (but I'm guessing you *might* have seen this since we're talking about Anne Rice)

Queen of the Damned (this movie is very cheesy and rushed, but Aaliyah died during production, so they could only do so much)

The Underworld Series (I love the aesthetic, but BOY is this series full of cheese lmao)

The Strain series (this is Guillermo del Toro's take on the vampire which leans more towards the Nosferatu strigoi vampire)

Only Lovers Left Alive (romantic vampires in love...but tw for depression and suicidal themes)

What We Do in the Shadows (both the television series and movie...both are satirical love letters to vampires)

#anon #answered

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alethiometry · 3 years

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Edward Kenway for character asks!

ooooooo okay i should open this with a disclaimer: i have not finished black flag yet (about 2/3 of the way through i think? i need to level up my ship so i can beat the next story mission lol) so everything i'm saying here is based on the game up to thatch's death, and everything we know about edward in ac 3: forsaken and the comics that came out a couple years ago.

First impression

oh boy... to be honest, one of the reasons it took me such a long time to get around to playing black flag (it was one of the first ps4 games i bought when i got my console in 2016, and i didn't start until about a month ago) was because i didn't really feel particularly strongly about edward's character design. i was vaguely interested in That One Pirate Assassin Game after having watched (and loved) black sails, but was afraid i would be let down; to me edward just looked like Some Dude, and i was still hung up on the black sails gang. to me, black sails and its characters were so genre/time period-defining that any other piece of pirate media just seemed lackluster in comparison.

i'd also heard a lot of praise for edward and for ac4 in general so i was aware that it was a very popular and well-received game. but since i mostly heard that from reddit (didn't join tumblr ac fandom until odyssey in 2018) i kind of discounted it, bc gamer reddit tastes are... questionable at best.

Impression now

I LOVE HIM!!! i always think i want stories about virtuous characters who believe in goodness and kindness and aren't motivated by gold or glory but aren't afraid to do what needs to be done to help others who can't help themselves. and sometimes that's true (coughratonhnhake:toncough). other times i end up clowning on myself because i realize that it's so much fun when said good/kind character has a rough and rugged exterior, and is motivated by personal gain (i think edward and kassandra are kinda kindred spirits across time and space in that regard, but maybe that's another rant for another time). sometimes you just want someone to be a little bit of an opportunistic bastard, and boy does edward fit that to a T. he's an incredibly complex man, and i think what really got me was that even as he was impersonating assassins and then templars and then assassins again, all for personal gain (pickpocketing the templars in havana while he gains their trust and agrees to do their dirty work lmfao my beloved <3), his primary motivation for doing so was to prove to caroline and her family that he is someone worth a damn, that he is capable of great things and that he is worthy of their love and acceptance. and i know from ac forsaken that the marriage with caroline doesn't last (though i haven't played ac4 far enough to see if that happens on screen, or if it occurs between the game and the novel) which makes his backstory in the game all the more heartbreaking. but his optimism and perseverance and determination to prove himself are all what make me love him.

so that's edward the romantic. now let's talk about the way edward is with adewale, his crew, and his friends. and let's also put the rest of this behind a readmore bc girl i am RANTINGGGGGG

he has several lines that he says to adewale that make me physically cringe (namely: "many of [these men] wouldn't accept you as captain" or "what was it like being enslaved?" like i get that someone like edward would be asking that question in good faith and genuine curiosity but also JESUS CHRIST UBISOFT). but on the flip side - cringey as those questions are, he also takes the time to actually listen and learn, and i think he genuinely values the perspective that he gets from adewale allowing him to open these lines of trust and communication. there's a patience and mutual respect there that i adore.

i also love how much edward loves his crew and his other pirate friends. those scenes of him + kidd + thatch + adewale + hornigold (lol) drinking on the beach and having a grand old time and talking about establishing - to borrow one of my favorite chills-down-my-spine phrases from black sails - a nation of thieves, for people like them to live and prosper, free from the chokehold of civilization. and i know he's not as outwardly invested in counterculture/independence/anticolonialism as thatch and vane and kidd are, but the fact that he so wholeheartedly supports his friends' goals, lofty and impossible as they are, speaks volumes about his love for his friends.

Favorite moment

every scene he has with kidd when kidd casually and softly reminds him that they see that he is a good person beneath his opportunistic and rambunctious exterior. i especially love when they discover julien du casse's mansion containing orders for templars to go out and hunt down assassins: the way kidd immediately knows that edward wants to help the assassins as a way to make up for the damage he did while masquerading as a templar, even if he hasn't voiced it aloud himself. the way that they don't force edward to admit anything about himself before he is ready, but still constantly remind him that he has a good heart. they give him space to come to terms with his compassionate side in a world/environment that more often than sees compassion as something to be stamped out or cast aside. i don’t love when characters are forced to be the Moral Compass for a main dude character, but i think it works for edward and kidd.

Idea for a story

not an edward story per se, but there are 2 povs into edward's life that i would cut off (someone else's) limbs for:

jenny's pov growing up in the kenway household. from haytham's pov it seems that she knows way more about his past than haytham ever did (it was hinted at that there are rumors about edward’s past as haytham was growing up that he wasn’t privy to, but i don’t think at any point in the novel does haytham ever find out definitively that his father was a pirate) and i want to know how she knew so much, and more into what her life was like - through her eyes rather than haytham, who is like 10 years younger and by his own admission barely understands her and barely has a functional relationship with her. i'll expand further on edward and jenny in the next question/prompt/bullet point, actually, bc i have a LOT more to say.

connor's pov learning about his grandfather from... idk? who's around to tell him? what's so goddamn sad is that by the time connor rebuilds the colonial brotherhood he's kinda the only one left. sure there's aveline down in louisiana, but as far as we know everyone who was around in edward's generation is dead now, and i'm not sure how much of the kenway saga is preserved for connor to discover, or if all this information about their family line was discovered in the modern-day, by your abstergo employee character, and later by osto berg in the comics. which is why i so badly want a revelations-style game where connor traces his assassin heritage back to the caribbean, relives some of edward's memories, and then makes the trip to london to see his aunt jenny. it would have been such a cool way to round out the kenway saga.

Unpopular opinion

idk how popular or unpopular this is bc i rarely see other in-depth posts about it on my dash, but edward was a terrible father to jenny. he was every bit the wonderful and loving father to haytham for the 10 years that haytham had a father, but i wish we'd seen more of jenny's perspective than just a few lines of dialogue in haytham's diary: i hate the way edward sidelined her and raised her in the same manner that any other wealthy person of the time would have raised their daughter - that is, for the sole purpose of sitting pretty and marrying her off in an arrangement that would benefit the family. it's especially hard to reconcile because in ac4 there are female assassins in the americas, and there are female pirates in the caribbean, so it's not like edward isn't aware that women have as much right as any man to live life on their own terms. it just seems like by the time he returns to england and settles down with his family, he's reverted back to the societal norms and gender roles that the pirates fought (and lost) against, and it's hard not to be deeply disappointed by that.

to be clear, i don't begrudge edward settling down and becoming a Rich Society Man. dude deserves to live comfortably with his loving family. he has every right to dote on his wife and children, and leave behind the hardships of being a pirate. but i think "fightning against deeply-ingrained cultural norms/expectations is a long and bloody struggle, and after losing so many people he cared so deeply about, i think it's understandable that edward wouldn't want to continue that fight alone (and also adewale is still fighting the good fight) (do NOT @ me about ac rogue I Pretend I Do Not See It)" and "i don't love the way edward sidelined his daughter into societally-expected gender roles she did not want; it makes me think that he did not continue drinking his Respect Women Juice as much as i thought he did/wanted him to" are two opinions that can coexist.

Favorite relationship

i don't know that i ship edward romantically with anyone, actually. i thought he and caroline were cute in the beginning, but it's hard to want to ship them knowing that she leaves him eventually. and ofc there'd edward/tessa in ac forsaken, and we know they were very happy together and that he loved her so so much. but we don't see that relationship except through haytham's eyes.

as for non-romantic relationships, i already talked at length above about his relationships with adewale and the other pirates and kidd, and i'll just leave it at that. i'm also vaguely aware that edward's got some upcoming scenes with anne bonny, but i'm not at that point in the game yet so i don't have much to say about the two of them. so far i've only seen them say a few lines to each other at the nassau tavern.

Favorite headcanon

kassandra absolutely rubbed shoulders with edward at some point during his time in the caribbean; i like to think that she needed to lie low for some reason (maybe she was with the assassins idk) and joined his crew. i just need my best stabby gal and my second-favorite stabby dude to be pals!

finally, this isn't a headcanon per se but it is obligatory that any time i talk about kenways i yell for a bit about the fact that EDWARD WOULD HAVE LOVED CONNOR SO SO SO MUCH AND I'M FOREVER DEVASTATED THAT HE NEVER GOT TO MEET HIM. at the same time, if edward hadn't been murdered and haytham not been indoctrinated into the templars the way he had, i'm not sure connor would even have existed. and in a way i'm glad that edward wasn't around to see how broken and cynical and depressed haytham became, because i think that would have absolutely broken his heart.

send me a character!

#KEN👏WAY👏BRAIN👏ROT👏#assassin's creed #ac black flag #edward kenway #ask games #reiverreturns #THANK YOU FOR ASKING i hope you expected and wanted this can of worms #finally wrangled that stupid ask box bug - saved this in my drafts and edited it from there #and lo and behold i can type W E and L!

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