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mermaidgirl30 · 7 months ago

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✨Run Rabbit✨

A/N: This idea literally came out of nowhere today, so I had to hurry and write it real quick! This idea is based off the song “Run, Rabbit Run!” by Flanagan and Allen. The song would not leave my head, and then I got this image of Joel chasing reader through an abandoned mansion. This one is a tad bit dark, but I hope you enjoy! If you liked this work, please think of reblogging and leaving me comments 🩷 Thank you to @ozarkthedog for being my beta 🥰

Summary: At the beginning of every month, you meet Joel to play a little game of hide and seek at the abandoned mansion near Jackson. It’s not just any game of hide and seek though. It’s dark and it’s twisted. If he catches you, he gets to do whatever he wants with you.

Pairing: Dom! Joel x fem! reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY MDNI)

Word Count: 4.1k

Tags: Possessive Joel, hide and seek, cat and mouse, Joel chases reader until he finds her, Jackson! Joel, outbreak! Joel, smut, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v, cream pie, dirty talk

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The air is suffocating, the black walls are covered in regret and years of cigarette stench. The dim lights seem to shine down on you like a spotlight as you run as fast as you can through the lavish house. You can hear him calling you, stalking you in the dark shadows like a starving dog hunting to devour fresh meat.

“Can’t run from me forever, darlin’. You keep on runnin’, but I’ll eventually find you,” he chuckles as his deep voice reverberates around the echoing halls.

You cover your mouth, keeping your body down as you run run run past the expensive statues and monumental paintings of the abandoned mansion. Your throat is on fire the longer you run, your body aching like that of a dying man on his last breath of life. Your legs feel like they’ll give way at any second, but you have to keep going. You can’t give up. Not yet. Not when he’s right on your tail.

Tired. You’re so very tired, yet you keep running. Dragging your hollow body down the vine covered corridors of the wide hallways as you gasp for fresh air in your watered down lungs.

You fly around a narrow corridor and nearly trip yourself on a bed of dark green vines that bite at your ankles, threatening to take you down as Joel draws closer to you.

You can feel his overbearing presence, can taste the whiskey that bleeds inside his thick veins, can feel his large body already crowding yours as if he’s already caught you. He hasn’t caught you yet, but you know he will. He always catches you.

This was all a game. A dark, twisted game that started on a cold night in December. You remember the first time he chased you, the first time he tore through all your clothes the minute he captured you and devoured your entirety on that pitch black night. Now, every first Saturday of each month you’d meet him back at this abandoned mansion to play his little game. He called it hide and seek, you called it a deadly game of cat and mouse because you were the mouse, and cats always caught their prey.

It’s like you two are stuck in a never ending dance, two souls completely consumed in the other as you spin in circles until one of you collapses. You shouldn’t keep coming back, shouldn’t want to play his dark little games, but yet you come. Every single time, you come, unable to face the reality of a month without his touch, his taste, his growls. You’d let the man do as he wanted because how could you resist those charming, big brown eyes? You couldn’t, you just couldn’t. You were a moth drawn to a flame, and he was the brightest, most dangerous flame of all. Something you wanted to forever be branded by.

Joel Miller was a fucking menace of society, but he was your menace. So you’d continue the game until one of you stopped breathing.

“Where are you, little lamb?” he calls as your breath scorches the vine covered walls. You continue running, twisting around dark corners, running down stone steps, and hiding behind crimson curtains.

The next wooden door you come upon is locked tight. No amount of shaking the golden handle or hurling your body into the door will make it budge. You turn your head from side to side. The only way out is from the way you came. The hallway that he is in. Fuck.

You gulp down a silent breath and make a run for it, even though you know he’ll be there waiting like a prowling wolf.

You take careful steps down the marble hallway and sneak around the cold corner until you see his dark silhouette shining against the reflective flooring. You gasp as your eyes go wide, but before you can run he reaches out a long arm and clasps tightly to your wrist.

“There ya are, little lamb. Thought you’d get away from me this time?” he smirks as he wraps his calloused fingers tightly around you and tries to pull you in.

“Haven’t caught me just yet,” you laugh as you somehow manage to slip out of his grip and make a run for it.

You run down some slippery stone steps and end up at the back of the mansion with vine covered long corridors and twisting mazes of green bushes. You run as fast as you can as the wind sweeps through your long hair, letting the brisk wind set your adrenaline on fire.

You manage one glance back and see just how fast he’s creeping up on you. He’s like a lion running after a gazelle, the hunter about to attack the prey with its bare claws. And he will destroy his prey.

You take a few more steps, but then you feel a hand claw at your shoulder. He takes you down on the hard floor as you come crashing down to the pit of your doom. Pain radiates through your body, but you brush it off as you crawl forward, trying to escape the man that will take you as his own.

“Where do ya think you’re goin’, pretty thing?” he asks darkly as he wraps a hand around your ankle and tugs you in his direction. You hear a squeak escape your mouth like a trapped mouse that just got caught by a giant cat.

“I’m running away from you,” you answer back as you kick and try to squirm out of his reach.

He obviously has other plans because he drags you back underneath him and turns you flat on your back as he pins your hands above your head, his hips and large thighs caging you in so you can’t break free. He won this round, like he always did.

“Didn’t think I’d catch you so soon, little lamb,” he chuckles deeply as the weight of his body hangs over yours entirely.

“You just caught me off guard,” you sigh as you see his dark chocolate eyes honing in on yours. They’re so captivating, so damn pretty that you can’t look away. He’s so gorgeous even when you should find him intimidating.

“Now you’re mine,” he smirks as his chocolate eyes become darker, more blown out as he hovers his plush lips over yours. “Just what am I gonna do to you tonight, hmm?” he asks as lust fills the void of his dark eyes, making you squirm with anticipation already. You know what you want. You want him.

“Maybe I should be a little rough with you, hmm? That what you want?” he asks with the tick of his sculpted jaw, his thick eyebrow raising as he looks at you like he just won the most valuable prize in town.

You shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t be feeding his sick mind as he plays his dark games, but you can’t help it. You want it just as bad as he does. You want him to be rough with you.

You look at him with wide eyes and smirk right back at him, challenging his dominant side to give in. “So be rough with me,” you whisper back.

You see his dark eyes grow large with need as he huffs out through his nostrils. “Open,” he demands as he grabs a hold of your jaw and squeezes, just enough for your lips to part open slightly. He bends his head down and inhales deeply as he spits into your mouth as you feel the warm spit cover your tongue.

“Swallow,” he growls as you fully oblige. You close your mouth and swallow as you taste his spit slide down your throat. All hot and moist as you taste him in the back of your throat. And somehow you think it’s so goddamn hot.

“Good girl,” he praises as he shifts his weight down and starts unbuttoning your faded denim jeans.

“Now, you’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?” he asks as he starts to drag the denim down your legs, feeling a wave of slick slide down your lace panties as your adrenaline kicks in.

“Mhm,” you nod as you watch him strip your legs bare, next going to tear off your sticky pink t-shirt while he hovers over the fine lace of your bra, his calloused fingers circling your back as he slowly undoes the clasps.

“Gonna let me taste every inch of you, little lamb? Gonna let me fuck you till you can’t take anymore?” he asks as he undoes the last clap and slowly starts to slide the bra free, leaving your full breasts exposed to the chilly night air. The only thing left is your slick covered panties, and then you'll be completely bare.

“Yes,” you breathe as he cups your breasts and slides his tongue along the crook of your neck, all teeth and tongue as he nips and bites at your flesh.

You can’t help the burn, can’t help the absolute need that courses through your body as his weight encompasses your chest. His hot breath bleeds into your lungs and it’s as if you can breathe fresh air for the first time. His woodsy, whiskey scent makes you dizzy as he slides his wet tongue along your bottom lip as he hovers his weight above you. He’s like a wolf that comes to feed on you in the night, and you’ll gladly let him devour you whole.

He snakes his hand down your abdomen and slides his hand underneath your ruined panties as he presses his thumb in between your folds, collecting slick as you groan at the feel of him spreading you wide.

“Open up, darlin’. Wanna give you a taste,” he whispers. He slides his thumb in your mouth, and you press your tongue around it, tasting the sweet saltiness of your own arousal as you let it slide down your throat.

He opens his mouth and sucks the rest of the slick off as he moans at the taste of you in his system. “You taste so fuckin’ sweet, darlin’. Wanna just eat you up,” he groans as he hovers his lips back over yours, inching closer and closer until you’re practically begging him to drop down on your lips.

“Please,” you whine as your hands fist at his green flannel shirt, desperate for him to get closer to you.

“Please what?” he smirks as his dark eyes weigh into yours, pools of lust overflowing the edges as his pupils now expand into complete darkness. A predator about to eat his prey up entirely.

You have to use all your strength to get any words out, desperate for his touch. “Take me, all of me,” you plead as your eyes search his black pits that burn you alive.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m gonna take it all,” he smirks.

Before you have time to respond, he drops his lips on yours and fists your hair as he tugs hard and pries your lips apart as he slots in his wet tongue. He glides his tongue against yours and circles your mouth as you moan against him and drink his whiskey breath down.

He breaks apart from your mouth and nips playfully down your neck as he kneads your breasts together. His tongue comes down to circle each nipple, bringing them to life as they harden and pebble for him as you writhe underneath him in pleasure.

His experienced hands are everywhere, burning your skin alive as he skates his calloused fingers up and down your glistening body that’s now caked in sweat. He shoves your legs apart and slides the lace down your legs as he sits back and examines your entire naked body that’s on full display just for him. Glistening skin and slick coated folds splay out in front of him, and he looks like a mad man the way he’s looking at you.

His nostrils flare as his eyes grow wide, the big black pits scavenging your body as he drags a hand through his thick salt-and-pepper scruff as he groans out a heated response. “Goddamn, little lamb. You’re so fuckin’ wet and ready for me. I can hardly stand it,” he moans as he slides between your legs and pushes your thighs apart, his calloused fingers spreading your folds apart as he spits down in between them and starts running meticulously up and down your open folds as he starts circling your clit slowly.

You moan and writhe underneath his fingers, but he just presses a big hand to your stomach and holds you still as he works his fingers up and down your soaked pussy. And it feels so good that you want to crawl out of your own skin as the flames alight in your lower regions.

“Fuck,” you moan as he licks a thick strip from your dripping hole all the way to the top of your clit as his nose brushes against the coarse hair that sits above your clit. He inhales a large whiff of you as he groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he holds you down against the cool ground.

“That’s right, little lamb. Gonna have you screamin’ my name by the time I get done with you,” he chuckles darkly as he dives back in.

His tongue devours you as he slides it up and down, drawing tight circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves as he sucks you deep into his mouth. He glides his middle and ring finger into your dripping hole and works them in and out as he curls up and hits your spongy walls again and again as his tongue feasts on your clit and his fingers go knuckle deep into your pussy.

Your eyes start to roll back as your head hits the hard floor, your body feeling like it’s floating on a cloud as hot heat starts to slide down the base of your spine. Close, you’re so close. Almost there.

He growls up at you as he demands your attention right now. “LOOK AT ME,” his voice echoes off the vine covered walls as his dominance sheds through the dim light of the hallway.

Your eyes snap up to find blown out dark pupils looking up at you as he sucks you in his mouth expertly. His nail beds dig into your thighs as one of his fists sit knuckle deep in your pussy. You’ve never seen him so wild, so much like a starving wolf that it makes more slick slide down his fingers as he pumps in and out of your drenched walls.

He pops your bundle of nerves out of his mouth as he gives you one more long lick as he growls up at you with pure dominance in his words. “Come for me, little lamb. Want ya to scream my name, tell me just who’s makin’ you feel good. Come on, darlin’. Show me how you break,” he smirks as he quickens the pace of his fingers and drops back on your clit as he circles circles circles until you’re seeing stars in your vision.

“Joel, I’m gonna… gonna,” you whine as you feel your orgasm start to break apart.

“Go on. Come for me. Be a good girl now and obey,” he growls as he pulls you back into his mouth while his fingers press up into the spongy walls as you feel yourself coming hard for him.

You clench up around his fingers and feel slick start to rain down his fingers onto your thighs as you throw your head back and scream his name as your moans echo through the long, dim lit corridor. Your body feels like white noise washing through it as your toes curl and your fingers slide through his tousled curls.

He groans as your fingers dig into his scalp while he licks up every inch of spilt slick in between your thighs. You feel your high start to come down as you take nice, deep breaths and focus on the buzzing in your ears.

Joel sits on his knees and views the mess that he made in between your legs as you splay across the floor with your legs still wide open for him. He must enjoy the view because he can’t keep his hungry eyes off you.

“Such a good girl, you know that? Now, gonna let me take ya all the way? Gonna let me fuck ya now, sweetheart?” he smirks as he starts unbuttoning his green flannel shirt, undoing the buttons quickly as he slides it off his thick arms and throws it in a heap next to the vine covered wall. His rock hard abs sit glistening in the night light while a happy trail of dark, coarse hair sits just above the waist of his jeans in a v shape. It makes you want to get on your hands and knees and crawl to him as you beg to have just a little taste of him.

“Yes, please. Fuck me,” you moan as you push your breasts together as your center feels on fire for him.

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck ya deep, little lamb,” he smirks as he knits his eyebrows together in concentration.

He unbuttons his dark jeans and threads the leather belt through his belt loops while he shoves his jeans and boxers down his legs while he stands and hovers over you with his hard cock hitting the base of his hairy stomach as the tip sits weeping and swollen, just waiting to get inside you.

You lick your lips together and stare at the swollen tip as saliva starts to coat your mouth. You can practically taste the salt on your tongue, can almost feel the precum sliding down your throat as you beg him for just one more taste. He looks so delicious, and you want to just eat him right up.

He smirks down at you as he sees you staring at his thick cock that screams your name. “Want a taste, little lamb?” he smirks as you nod your head mindlessly.

“Get over here then and do somethin’ ‘bout it,” he demands as he pulls you up by your hair and plants you on your knees in front of his large body.

“Go on then. Let me see how good you can choke on this cock, darlin’.” He flashes his pearly whites at you and wraps his fingers around your hair as you take your hand and start sliding it up and down as you spread the precum all over his thick length.

You lick the tip lightly and swirl around slowly as you tease him while your hand works up and down the base of him. “Fuck, there ya go,” he groans as you take him inside your mouth as you taste salty goodness drip down your throat. You take him deeper as you choke on him, feeling the drool coat his cock as you go back and forth on him slowly.

He grabs tighter to your hair and starts to fuck up into your mouth as you feel him bottom out at the base of your throat as it constricts around his thick length. You choke and gag around his length as he deep throats you over and over again. Your vision blurs as the tears lick at the corners of your eyes, but you don’t care. You love when he chokes you out, when his cock is deep in your throat as you hear his stifled moans get caught in his throat the more your mouth deep throats him.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Joel growls as his thrusts become rougher and deeper, enough to where you’re gagging on your own drool as it coats your mouth as he slips deeper inside.

Before you think you can’t take anymore, he releases his cock from your mouth as a bead of drool connects from his tip to your lower lip as you choke for air with his fingers still firmly wrapped around your hair.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he praises as he releases you and shoves you back to the ground as your back his the cold floor. “Now spread those legs, sweetheart. Gonna fuck ya nice and deep now,” he instructs as he spreads your legs and gets down on his knees. He throws your legs over his shoulders and lines his cock up with your folds as he slowly slides the tip up and down your folds as your spit on his cock collects with the messy slick in between your legs.

“Jus’ relax now, darlin’. Let me help fill this pretty pussy up,” he smiles as he shoves his cock through your folds and fills you up.

You gasp at the stretch, he’s so fucking big that you never quite get used to the stretch. There’s a tinge of pain, but mostly you’re so full of him that all you can focus on is how good he’s making you feel. He fucks up into you deeper as he bottoms out inside you over and over again.

His body hovers over you as his lips nip against your neck as he slides in and out of you faster faster faster as you start to feel wildlife burn through your whole body. He folds your legs in half like a pancake as he fucks deeper inside you, making your walls squeeze his large length tight as you get close to your second orgasm.

You study his appearance, focusing on his knit eyebrows that are sewn together in concentration as he loses himself in you entirely. Sweat sticks to his forehead as his curls stick together in the glistening sweat. His broad back is flexing and tightening around you as your nails claw his tan skin, making him moan into the shell of your ear as he licks against the edge of your ear with thick pants leaving his mouth.

You kiss along the edge of his jaw, nipping at his scruff as you moan his name eagerly into the base of his ear as he speeds up his thrusts, bottoming out again and again until you can’t take it anymore.

“Joel, I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna come,” you pant out as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Come for me, pretty girl. Let me feel ya,” he commands as he thrusts up inside once twice three more times until you’re squeezing his cock with your walls and pouring yourself all over him. You moan his name and scratch your nails down his back as he moans back in satisfaction.

“Oh, that’s a good girl,” he praises as he continues rutting up inside you until he’s choking for air with his own tongue.

“Christ, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna…” He doesn’t take long till he’s shooting thick ropes of come inside your walls as you feel warmth bubbling all inside you. He takes a minute to let it all out, releasing all his spend inside you as you breathe in his whiskey coated scent.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart. Can’t get enough of that sweet pussy,” he groans as he pulls his cock out of you and lets his spend slide down your milky thighs.

He collapses onto his back and pulls you into his side as you wrap a leg around his waist and inch your head up to the crook of his neck as your arm wraps around his broad chest.

“Some game, huh?” you pant as your exhausted body splays over the entirety of him.

“Some game,” he agrees as he rakes his fingers through your messy hair and kisses the top of your forehead as you relax all your weight into him.

“Think there’s ever gonna be a day where you won’t catch me?” you ask curiously as he smiles down and shakes his head at you.

“No, sweetheart. I’m always gonna catch you. Even if I have to run a couple miles to get to you. I’ll always catch you, my pretty girl.”

You smile as he pulls you tight against his body, and you spend the rest of the night just lying on the floor in the abandoned mansion where this all started in the first place. A twisted game that ended in two lovers running back to each other again and again.

Maybe some games aren’t meant to be played, but this one was specifically made for you and Joel. The cat and the mouse who started off running away from each other, but it ended with both of you falling apart together.

Tagging some mutuals who might want to read🩷 @milla-frenchy @vividispunk @littlevenicebitch69 @jasminedragoon @morallyinept @mountainsandmayhem @dugiioh @pedrostories @syd-djarin @laurrrra @joelmillersblog @joelmillerisapunk @amyispxnk @msjarvis @lotusbxtch @untamedheart81 @littlemisspascal

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royonninjago · 5 months ago

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The Ninja's Roles Within the Team

Something I think the various Ninjago shows do really well is the characterizations of each Ninja. If it was bad, then kids wouldn't wanna watch the show or buy the Lego sets to reenact their favorite moment and create new scenarios for the Ninja to go through.

However, for the past few years a problem I've had with the TV show is that some characters feel more... useful than others. Then there are moments when one character is missing, but the team seems to operate just fine without them, and I think that does a real disservice to the characters.

In contrast, take the ATLA episode "Sokka's Master". It's one of my favorites because it separates Sokka, the only non-bender in Team Avatar, from the rest of the team. The episode demonstrates to both us and the rest of Team Avatar why Sokka is essential to their team. Without him, they're bored, can't figure out where they are or where they're headed on a map, and are overall completely directionless. Its like the precursor to those dime a dozen fantasy mangas where the weak member of a dungeon divers gets fired and the rest of the party ends up deeply regretting it.

I want the Ninjago TV show to demonstrate to us why each member is essential to the Ninja Team, and why without one of them the Ninja Team is worse off or have to work twice as hard to compensate.

Dragons Rising had such a good opportunity to explore this, but unfortunately it seems like the biggest problem the Team faces from being separated across the merged realms is lack of manpower and not much else. In lieu of this, here are some of my ideas as to how each character could prove to be essential to the Ninja.

Lloyd - The Leader. This one is definitely the most obvious. He's had a very clear leadership role since he became the Green Ninja, and ever since Wu left this distinction has only gotten more pronounced. However, I do find myself wishing to see a bit more of a dark streak with him. He was originally introduced as an antagonist, and I don't know about y'all but I still find myself enjoying Three Days Grace ever since I played the Halo 3 campaign at a friend's house while listening to AMVs of their songs.

Kai - The Weapon Master. Although there was never anything to support this, I always thought that Kai made the weapons that the Ninja used in the pilots. He is a blacksmith, after all. I think it would be cool if this aspect was more leaned into and not only make him the guy that creates all the swords and throwing stars and whatever other simple weapons the Ninja use, but to also be the best one at using those weapons. A sword is obviously his go to, but put any kind of simple weapon in his hands and I think he'd be able to use it very well. Imagine how much cooler it would have been in season 11 if Kai managed to defeat Aspheera's sheer power with his incredible swordsmanship skills. It'd certainly tie into his arc that season much better than what we actually got.

Jay - The Scout. Remember that scene in the pilots where the Skulkin cars were trying to reach 88 mph or whatever and Jay was gaining on them just by running? The writers sure don't! Though in all seriousness, whenever the Ninja need to learn a new technique to do something, Jay always picks up on it really quickly. First to perform Spinjitzu and summon his Golden Weapon Vehicle, second to unlock his true potential, third to summon his Elemental Dragon, he managed to surprise Ronin when practicing Airjitzu, not to mention his laundry list of hobbies. If they really leaned into his speed, combining that with his skills as a Ninja would make him perfect for running ahead and reporting back on the enemy forces. In my own little world, I like to imagine him as a PG version of the Scout from TF2 (Jay even had a slight Boston accent in the pilots!).

Cole - The Muscle. This one is also fairly obvious due to Cole's signature Earth Punch, but I feel as though it should be noticed more when he's not around, especially in Master of the Mountain. If I'm remembering correctly, they don't fully acknowledge his absence until they're locked up in the Vengestone cage about to be executed. If I regularly hung out with a dude that could lift a car over his head, I'd be lamenting about his absence whenever I needed to lift a heavy box.

Zane - The Information Officer. Another obvious one, but in this case I feel as though they lean a bit too heavily into it. Yes, he's a robot and yes, it's his job to know things, but I want to see his more dorky and silly side from time to time. Give us more Zane following a bird because it danced and him just chilling (literally) in the fridge at midnight for no reason type of stuff. After all, his greatest fear is losing his humanity.

Nya - The Strategist. I feel as though on a 'don't judge a fish by it's ability to climb a tree' level, Nya is just as smart as Zane. Due to his physiology, Zane can hold much more raw information many times over Nya, but I feel as though Nya is much better at putting that information to use. Going back to Master of the Mountain (I realize I'm referencing it a lot, its still fresh in my mind), when Kai and Zane were lost, they relied entirely on the raw data from Zane's internal compass, and because of that they got lost and had to rely on Geckles capturing them to reach their settlement. On the other hand, when Lloyd, Jay, and Nya were lost, Nya was able to determine the location of the Munce settlement by searching for signs of life and finding footprints. Also, I think this characterization fits the Master of Water really well considering water adapts to whatever environment it resides in.

The new Ninja from Dragons Rising are still very inexperienced and still haven't really found their grooves within the team, but I'm still gonna try and analyze them here.

Arin - ???. Right now, Arin's main skills are his unique Spinjitzu skills and his talent with a grappling hook. Its still so early in his Ninja training that he hasn't really carved out a distinct role for himself, though I hope this changes as time goes on. Not too long ago I proposed a cool idea for his future if any of y'all wanna take a look at that here.

Sora - The Technical Specialist. While I don't enjoy the idea of PIXAL being replaced as the Ninja's primary vehicle builder, with Sora being the Elemental Master of Tech it seems very possible that this is where things are headed. Instead of that, I think it better for her to either focus on using her skills in the field or to specialize in Mechs. Both of these ideas come from the Elemental Mech mini-series. I thought the idea of switching up parts on a mech in the middle of a battle to be a fun concept and one giving credence to her being a Field Tech, and whenever she uses her Elemental Powers its for the purpose of creating or altering or fixing a mech about half of the time.

Wyldfyre - The Dragon Expert. Even before the Merge, the Ninja encountered Dragons a lot. Now that there are dragons seemingly everywhere, Wyldfyre seems like the perfect liaison for communicating with these dragons, assuming she can learn to cool off when its needed. She also seems to know a good amount about dragons, considering that she was easily able to identify the Wasting Sickness and make a soup to help ease the pain it caused. There's still a lot she needs to learn before anyone can consider her an expert, but with her love of dragons and the belief that she is one, I think she'd be more than willing to learn.

And there you have it. If you have any ideas or head cannons or questions surrounding this topic, I'd love to hear them!

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nicolesainz · 2 years ago

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You are in love (CS 55)

Carlos Sainz x f!reader Summary: Carlos being the sweetest human alive, confessing how much he loves you, whilst having a chat with Lando and revealing past secrets Warnings: only damn fluff (inspired by ‘in between’ by gracie abrams and obviously ‘love story’)

"Man, I think you two have been stuck" Lando points to Carlos's arms with an eye roll following.

"What are you talking about?" Carlos was confused as he didn't understand Lando's supposedly joke.

"From all the honey dripping between ya" He lets out an annoyed tongue click and sips some of his coffee.

Carlos looked at me, wanting to hold back laugh and ready to respond to his friend with a snarky comment.

"I regret introducing the two of you. Well, it's all my mothers fault, so she's to blame" the Mclaren driver complains, scrolling through his phone, taking pictures of us.

"Remind me to thank her actually. I owe her for sending me to you. If it hadn't been for me moving to London, this may not had happen" I cup Carlos's cheeks, giving him a soft kiss.

"Well, it's Lando's mum and fate too! Maybe, well, not actually. I am sure our paths were aligned, that is why we found each other" Carlos holds me tighter and closer to his body, now on top of his lap.

"Since when did you become all cheesy and shit man?" Lando spits out, earning a giggle from me.

"You forget I grew up with three women in the house. Romantic stories, songs, books and movies were a Saturday traditions" Carlos explains as I envision a younger version of himself, sitting on the couch with his sisters and mother, watching movies which had happy endings between the main characters and my heart instantly fills up with sweetness.

"I think it's also because you are a lot in Italy. England hadn't gotten you this soft and sweet" Lando is true. Whenever Carlos isn't working but is still in Italy, we visit Tuscany and Verona. Carlos secretly wrote a letter to Juliet and stuck it in between the other letters, written by romantically helpless women. He still thinks I didn't see him, but I couldn't have a better vision of it.

Never in my life, had a man with such pure heart and feelings following it. Carlos is one of earths wonders and maybe fate did bring us together.

"Will it make you happy if I told you that he took me on a date to Bernabéu, so we could watch the semi finals between Real Madrid and Chelsea?" I say to the English man, with a smirk on my face.

"Did you? Cheeky man! Of course Real would be his first love. Sorry, Y/N, don't take this the wrong way" Lando burst out a loud laugh, holding his stomach.

"Please don't remind me of this day. I should have taken you somewhere else. I regret it" Carlos lowers his head and I still cant stop smiling. I raise his head, giving him a small pout and another kiss on the lips.

"You regret it because Real lost. Not because of anything else. Plus, I was an unlucky charm. My englishness erupted that day"

"And it's not true. I love you more than Real" he caresses my back and leans his head on my shoulder. I know he does. He has proven this more times than I can possibly count.

I can't think of a person I love more than Carlos. He brought me back to daylight after a really difficult period of my life and a heartbreaking departure of my ex boyfriend.

He had given me anything I could possibly ask for. He is an angel on earth.

"This is true. When I first introduced you too, not two months had gone by when he started asking me 'Is Y/N ever gonna visit again?', 'Will she attend another Grand Prix'. I was going insane. That's why I kept sending you tickets, hoping you accepted them. He wouldn't shut up"

Carlos may seem like tough and smooth on the outside, but on the inside he is the biggest sweetheart one can ever meet. So genuinely nice and humble. My heart stopped when I heard this part of the story I didn't know.

"You're not innocent either. You kept looking at his insta, asking me if he had a girlfriend or seeing anyone. Oh the nights I spent trying to convince you otherwise and praising him at your eyes"

My cheeks redden when Lando reveals this secret in front of Carlos. I don't really mind now that we are together. If we kept on hiding our feelings from each other, I would have felt embarrassed.

"Oh cariño! I only had eyes for you, since the moment we met. You took my break away and had to get to you somehow. All I knew was that I was determined to achieve this goal" Carlos exclaims, earning a childish giggle and grin from me.

Oh boy, I felt like a teenager all over again. Like the first time we met. My heart was fluttering as if I was jumping non stop on a trampoline. His words swooned me away!

“Being with you is the best choice I’ve ever made. Smartest, wisest and worthy of everything! I love you forever Carlos!”

My head is leaning on his chest, listening to the fast beating of his heart. I put my hand on my chest and the other on his, feeling the synchronicity of the two hearts.

It’s the most beautiful sensation in the entire world! Pure magic.

“Mi amor, I could never imagine a life without you. You are my life and hope you continue to be for years and years to come”

We share one final kiss before being interrupted by Lando once more

“I definitely ain’t third wheeling here, at all people! Please don’t let my presence interrupt ya”

Me and Carlos giggle, being removed from his lap but still holding hands.

Holding on to each other for as long as possible. Not wanting to lose one another.

#carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz fluff

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rivwritesiguess · 2 years ago

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If I Killed Someone For You

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Anakin Skywalker x reader

Based on the song If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin

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I'm sorry that I did this

The blood is on my hands

I stare at my reflection

I don't know who I am

As Anakin snuck out of the Jedi temple, unable to have killed the younglings like he said he would, his mind immediately went to Y/N. He peeked around the corner to see numerous Jedi standing there, all seeming surprised by the recent turn of events.

Anakin quickly ran across the opening to the exit, got on a ship, and took off as fast as he could. Looking back, he could see the light from their sabers. He turned his attention to the front again, seeing his reflection in the window. What had he become?

Practice my confession

In case I take the stand

I'll say I learned my lesson

I'll be a better man

His hands shook as he steered the ship, not knowing where he was going at first. All he knew was that he had to get away. Far away. If anyone ever caught him- ever- he’d be dead.

Anakin kept glancing back, praying that he wouldn’t see the light of another ship. No one would ever accept an apology for what he had done and even if they did, things would never be the same.

I'm packing up my things

And I'm wiping down the walls

I'm rinsing off my clothes

And I'm walking through the halls

Although his hopes were high, he knew that it was inevitable for someone to come after him. Although seeing Obi-Wan’s ship in the mirror definitely surprised him. He turned sharply, trying to throw Obi-Wan off his path. While it worked for a second, Obi-Wan found him again in seconds. Anakin groaned. Why’d they have to send one of the people who knew him best?

Anakin pushed a few buttons, making the ship fly faster than before. Tying a rope to the steering to keep it there, he stood up and quickly fixed the hyperspace mechanic, knowing he’d have to use it. Just as he finished, he felt the ship go sideways. After regaining his balance, he jumped, pulling the steering and getting the ship back up again. He pushed another button, getting the ship ready to go into hyperspace.

While waiting, he saw a green light shoot past him. He looked back once again, seeing Obi-Wan was now not only joined by two other ships but also firing in his direction.

He was starting to feel regret about what he’d done, but it quickly went away.

I did it all for her

So I felt nothing at all

I don't know what she'll say

So I'll ask her when she calls

It was for her. It was all for her. He had to, so why couldn’t he finish the job? He jumped into hyperspace, hoping it’d get him away from the foes on his back. He didn’t really think about it, but he did. He had thought about it without even knowing.

The planet was a beautiful green color. It was the planet they’d said the two of them would go and hide away on.

I hear the sirens coming

I see the flashing lights

I'm driving through the suburbs

Wearing my disguise

The hope he had faded away as he landed on the planet and saw several other ships appear in the sky. However, it was too late to get off the planet now. They’d catch him instantly. He got off the ship, running out of the docking area and ignoring the man who demanded a docking fee. They fired at him, but he easily dodged and continued running.

He considered killing them. He did. Then they wouldn’t be able to tell the others which way he had gone. However, he didn’t want to do that. Especially when he was just about to see her. He couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.

He slowed his pace to a speedy walk as he entered a marketplace. He pulled up his hood, sticking to the shadows as he quickly walked through. He came to the end and his run continued.

Soon enough, he came across the small cabin he and her had decided on. No one else knew about it. If they needed a break, they’d go there. If they just wanted each other, they’d go there.

If they ever got in any trouble, they’d go there.

And Anakin was definitely in trouble.

I show up at her doorstep

To look her in the eyes

I tell her that it's me

But she doesn't recognize

He knocked on the door, despite the fact that it was his house as well. He waited for what felt like hours, although it was a matter of seconds before the door opened.

He was immediately entranced by her enticing eyes, a smile coming to his face despite the current situation. A smile started to appear on hers, but it quickly went away when she looked down to see the state of his robes.

“Anakin, are you alright?” She asked frantically. He nodded

“Now that I’m with you, I couldn’t be any better.” She shook her head, reaching forward and grabbing his arms. Now her beautiful eyes were filled with worry, stunting his feeling of comfort.

“Anakin, what happened?”

Can't you see I'm running?

Said I need a place to hide

I've gotta ask you something

Could you please let me inside?

Anakin nodded, more to himself than it was to the woman in front of him. Anakin looked up to see ships flying the way he had come, undoubtedly the very ships he was running from. He looked back down.

“I need to go inside, I will explain everything to you if you just let me inside, then we can be together without worry.”

“Worry about what, Anakin?” He stepped forward and she moved out of the way, seeing no reason to not allow him inside of their shared house. “What happened?”

Just let me explain

No, I wouldn't tell you lies

I know you'll understand

If you let me stay the night

“I did something, something really bad. He was trying to get in my head and he did, and he used you to do so with these terrible images and I wanted to stop them from happening and-”

“Anakin, love, slow down, take a breath.” She shut the door behind her as she spoke, walking over and leading Anakin to the couch. She grabbed his hands once they had sat down, trying to help calm him down. “Just tell me what happened. Are you hurt?”

“No, I… I’m not hurt. I’m fine. But…”

“But what, Anakin?” She was exasperated. He could tell. She was stressed and he was dragging his out for as long as he could.

You have to understand that

The one I killed is me

Changing what I was

For what you wanted me to be

“It was for you. I had to save you. You understand, don’t you?” She lightly threw her hands in the air with a groan.

“I can’t understand if I don’t know what happened.” She said. He nodded. The two of them looked away from each other when sirens could be heard in the distance. She stood up, walking over to the window in confusion.

Anakin quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her back as he stood up.

“I did something I can never go back on, and in the process, I’ve changed things about myself, the very things you used to love.”

I followed your direction

Did everything you asked

I hope that makes you happy

'Cause there's just no turning back

“It’s ok, whatever you did, it’s ok. We can fix it.” Anakin shook his head.

“No, no, we can’t, you can’t…-”

“Then we can stay here. No one will ever find us.”

“Love, they are already on the planet.”

Would you hold my hand?

They're the same ones that I used

When I killed someone for you

Anakin looked to where their hands interlocked, flashes of his actions prominent in his mind as he thought about what would happen if she got caught with him. She’d be hiding a fugitive, she’d lose her ranks, her friends, her family, everything. He couldn’t let her do that, even if she was more than willing.

Would you turn me in

When they say I'm on the loose?

Would you hide me when

My face is on the news?

The sirens grew closer, probably due to the people on the dock telling the others which way he had gone. He regretted his decision. He should’ve killed them, but he didn’t.

“We don’t have to stay here. I have a ship in the back, we can escape. Whatever you did, it’s fine. You don’t even have to tell me, just listen to me, please.”

“I… The Council is damaged. One strike and they could be brought to ruins.” She froze.

“You didn’t…?” He nodded. She sucked in a breath, looking away as she thought. She nodded to herself.

“Ok, ok, that’s fine. That’s ok. We just need to stay down, hide, get away from here.” He shook his head this time.

“I can’t ask you to do that. You’ll lose everything, Y/N.”

“It’s all worth nothing if you’re not here with me.” He paused, looking at her as he took in her words. She started walking back, pulling him along with her lightly. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He didn’t protest, going with her. Seeing that he wasn’t fighting back, she felt relieved and turned around and started pulling him tighter so the two would get there faster.

Anakin felt himself relax as the ship came into view, admiring the woman in front of him even more.

“You shouldn’t come with me.” He said quietly as they got closer to the ship. She turned around sharply, raising a hand to his cheek, not breaking eye contact.

“I refuse to leave you.” She said. She looked back at the ship. “Even if you leave without me I will find you again. I will do what it takes.”

“You can’t-”

“Hey!” The two looked over to see a soldier standing by the door they exited from. Anakin didn’t even have time to react before Y/N made a quick motion, pulling out her blaster and shooting the soldier square in the chest. He fell back and she fired another shot. He stopped moving. She looked back to Anakin.

“I won’t leave you.” Anakin paused for a second, looking between her and the now-dead soldier. He looked back at her. He nodded.

“Of course.”

'Cause I killed someone for you

#star wars #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars prequels

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artzychic27 · 3 months ago

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Lila de la Cruz is stuck in a hellhole

Just a random songfic I thought of while religiously listening to MilkyyMelodies' Hazbin Hotel songs

Lila slowly opens her eyes and immediately, she's got a skullache. "Ugh!" She looks around and finds herself in some alley. In no time, she gets back on her feet when she feels something wet against her back. She looks down at her once pristine orange dress, now stained with... She doesn't even know what. "What the?" She looks up and sees boy with deer-like features. He tilts his head and takes a step closer. His eyes narrow until they widen in realization. "Lila Porter?" "Ugh! Get away from me, freak!" Lila screams, pushing him aside with a little more force than necessary so he hits the back of his head against the wall. It's not like anyone was around to see that. And if he goes crying, her adoring fans will come flocking... To... Her side...

"Where the hell am I?" She finally wonders. And how did she get here?

Grabbing her hat off the ground and giving it a proper dusting, she makes her way toward the fortress-like version of her school. A sign near the entrance that reads, 'DuPont Reform Academy' doesn't tell her much, but when she goes inside, it begins to make sense.

This place sickens me to the core There's glass on the floor and the people smell like trash

She swore she saw Myléne with... Tentacles?! She looks like that sea witch Ondine is always crying about.

Mylenesula does a double take when she sees the skeleton and immediately pulls out her phone to text Ivan Oogie. It's really hard to ignore, freaks and creep galore Man, this place is really wack

The skeleton shoves past the other... Versions? of her schoolmates, uncaring, and only wanting to get some answers from someone with magic!

Lila shoves this school's version of Simon to the side, hearing him spout some religious nonsense until she manages to ignore him. She continues on her way, unaware of the strange looks Minister O'Connor and Doctor Cabello are giving her. Even the shadow witch's own shadow is gobsmacked. The good guys all suffer here It seems pretty clear that this place is worse than death

She stands by and watches as Alya- donning a black dress with what looks like some Incan flare- throws a bottle with a pink fluid at an unsuspecting student, turning the girl into a rat. Next to her in a top hat with realistic fox ears and a tail is Nino, laughing at the student's misfortune before looking at Alya as if she raised the sun.

... Now how she would have gone about it, but to each their own. With a cruel smirk, she kicks the rat aside, making sure to use the pointy part of her heel before continuing her way through the courtyard.

YzAlya and Honest Nino stare after her, their jaws dropping in unison. The sorceress stares at the potion bottle attached to her belt to see if it's leaking.

Jafardrien in his snake form gets ready to pounce on the transformed student, but his slit eyes glance over at Lila, and his fang-filled maw drops. I'm sickened right to my corе, standin' on Hell's floor And the peoplе smell like trash

"Díos, this sucks," Lila de la Cruz murmurs, walking around yet another broken potions bottle no one seem to have picked up for weeks if the disintegrated section of the floor has anything to say about it. What a hellhole Despite being a skeleton, her senses still work, and right now- "Ugh, what even is that smell?!"

In this hellhole?

She gets her answer when she turns around and immediately regrets it when she sees fur-covered versions of Alix and Ismael hunched over what can only be a... Carcas. Somehow she gags, and they hear her. Seeing her pearly white bones, they go to pounce, only for her to remove her arm and smack them both with it before storming off.

Recovering first, IsmaScar is about to run after her and rip one of those bones off for himself, only for Alix Khan to hold an arm out in front of him. With a shaky hand, she points, and IsmaScar doesn't know what has her so startled until he sees it. That is a skinless Lila Porter he's looking at. He's too confused to even think about eating her.

Full of misery! How could this be? What forces sent me? To this hellhole? I've looked everywhere, that fairy bitch should be near!

Cosettewether drops her phone and her gaze continues to follow what can only be Lila. She taps Princess Zoé on the shoulder, and before she can say anything, she takes the blonde's chin and turns her toward the skeleton. The Princess blinks to make sure she's seeing things correctly before pulling out her phone to text the others She better get me out of here! Out this hellhole! What a hellhole, in this hellhole

Hearing a yelp, she turns to the direction of the sound and sees a trio consisting of a dual-haired Marinette, a Sabrina with a ton of makeup, and a Chloé who is much sharply dressed standing over a student on the floor and picking up her belongings while crying. Her, um... Lips, curl into a grin before she bursts into laughter and points at the unfortunate girl, catching the other three off guard.

Lila de la Cruz even goes so far as to kick the student's phone away, and as luck would have it, it slides beneath the boot of a student in armored boots, cracking the screen beyond repair.

The three fashionable villains watch her go with varying expressions- Shock, awe, etc. Madame Sabrina adjusts her glasses, sure she must be seeing things.

Bet my fans miss me at FPA, begging me to return and stay Greatest idol that they had! I can do what I want now, things they don't allow Maybe Hell is not so bad

The way Lila sees it, the bad guys run this place. None of the teachers have done a damn thing to stop all that she's seen so far. At that lousy prep school, she can get detention just for not "being a good example," whatever the hell that means. But here? She's been needing an outlet other than music.

No chumps for fans to appease Heros are on their knees, bested by villainous plans! In here where they have no rules, everyone is cruel Think I could become a fan!

... Oh, she just has to. Besides, no rules, apparently.

The musician strides over and snatches a black and blue guitar with raven decals from a student who bares a resemblance to Luka only... Slightly more attractive, she notices. Before the leather-wearing verison of the Prince can say anything and before the Kagami with black sclera can put a sword through her, she plays an impressive riff that catches the attention of everyone in the courtyard.

DiabLuka's look of fury melts into disbelief, then mesmirization, and then something akin to respect. He puts a hand on Kagami Yu's shoulder to stop her before throwing up the goats and headbangs

What a hellhole In this hellhole

Just for laughs, she trips a student on her way upstairs. Obnoxious laughter follows coming from none other than this world's Kim, who looks ready for the hunt. By his side is Ondine, staring at him with nothing but sickening admiration rather than laughing until her gaze drifts to Lila.

While Kimton is still laughing at the student, LeOndine turns his head toward Lila's retreating figure, and his jaw drops.

It's a perfect fit, I'm no hypocrite But I do love this pit, what a hellhole

What really catches her attention are the crowns on top of the heads of the alternate versions of Nathaniel, Marc, and Rose. With them is a horned version of Juleka, but even without a crown, she still has this almost regal aura. Marc, Nathaniel, and Juleka were never ones to flaunt their royal status back at DuPont Prep- a real waste if you ask her. Here, they're all practically letting everyone know they reign supreme. I might stick around, climb the ranks Be the new Queen of Song in town in this hellhole!

She casually strolls past the villains with a dark smirk that has King Nathaniel dropping his tea cup. King Marc blinks a few times while Queen Rose Candy snaps a picture on her phone to send to the others. Juleficent looks at her staff, wondering if she's been casting spells in her sleep again.

Stopping, Lila de la Cruz leans over the railing and looks down at the courtyard from the mezzanine... Soon it'll all be hers'. What a hellhole, in this hellhole

Without even thinking- because, hello! She's already dead- She climbs on top of the railing and leaps, landing perfectly on top of the marble fountain in the middle of the courtyard with nothing breaking. She plays an acid guitar solo that draws the villainous version of her schoolmates toward her. DiabLuka's loud cheering gets them into a frenzy and they scream and cheer her on.

MimRore's grin never leaves her face as her eyes roll into the back of her head and she passes out in Mireides' arms. Using the snakes under his burlap-skin as fingers, Ivan Oogie manages to throw up the goats.

Maxdrome uses his drone to record the spectacle watch again alter- for scientific purposes and so he can enjoy the small concert over and over again.

Nothing is off limits, I'm so with it! And I'm gonna have some fun! Things good guys prohibit, done in minutes! Yeah, my life has just begun!

Jeanatoa, sitting on Sheriff Austin's shoulder, screams her name. Next to them, Lacey Gothel with stars in her eyes looks like a deranged fan wanting to get a lock of their favorite singer's hair.

Reshma Hook throws her pearl necklace the skeletal singer's way, a clear sign of respect as the pirtate would never part with her bounty.

The second Lila de la Cruz climbs down, she's surrounded by Mari De Vil, Chloé Tremaine, and Madame Sabrina, all wearing matching grins as they practically drag her to Mari De Vil's dorm room. There, they proceed to get her out of her clothes stained by the fall and get her into something new and quite stylish she might add.

The red fabric would make things easier if she had to get... Physical when getting inspiration for her music. I'll be a Queen rulin', in no time, baby No orders from anyone! Nothing is off limits, I'm so with it And I'm gonna have some fun

When classes start and she arrives, she's met with a bit of a warm welcome from her fellow villains, their chatter overlapping whatever Mme. Bustier is even saying. Something about being welcoming to their new temporary student until they can find the real Lila.

Speaking truthfully, just look at me I'm finally living free in this hellhole

Oh, like she's leaving this place, and she doubts her new classmates want this Lila Porter chick back. Whatever loser was hanging here before can have those do-gooders back at DuPont Prep. I've got all I need, everything's fine with me Rule over fools with ease, what a hellhole

Making her way to the back, she slides into her seat next to King Nathaniel who shoots her a wide smile that's fitting for the Mad King.

'I can do whatever I want here!' She thinks to herself and leans back in her seat as the pathetic fairy tries to get everyone to pay attention to the lesson. 'I guess this could be fun after all!'

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

#what a hellhole #lila de la cruz #ernesto de la cruz #class of villainy #class of heroes #disney au #disney villains #mlb au #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #SoundCloud #Spotify

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sen-no-kotowari · 1 year ago

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PGR S Fire Lee Character Profile

Good day! I hope everyone's enjoying the Spiral of Chronos Patch over on JP Servers (*‘ω‘ *) There's so much Lee content popping given that it's July so in a way the Lee enthusiasts are having a buffet field day! (≧▽≦) That said, here is S Fire Lee's Character Profile! I will be posting the translation his Character Version Image Song some time this week as I'm working with a personal project that I may possibly post as well so look forward to it if you're interested. In comparison to the inital release in the CN servers, they re-recorded most of Lee's lines so what you hear on the video link may not necessarily reflect what you hear in-game as of late in the JP servers. You can learn more about the expanded lore on Lee on the cut down below!

Voice Line Data

Motion Voice Lines

Lobby Voice 1

Lee: (Checks gun) ...Can't I stay here even if I don't have any other business with you? I wish to do my gun maintenance in a quiet place. The maintenance room's too crowded.

Lobby Voice 2

Lee: I was worried when I heard that Murray became the Cerberus Unit's leader if he could ever manage those rowdy bunch and all... But it seems like I was worried over nothing. He's all grown up now. However, I think the Gray Raven Unit is okay the way it is. Heh, it's because you won't do a break dance while there's an ongoing meeting... You won't, right...?

Lobby Voice 3

Lee: Humans have long since used an hourglass to measure time. While I can't say it's accurate, it was, however, the most optimal way of showing how time cannot be reversed―that's right, we, who exist in a three-dimensional plane, can't wind back time. Humans can't alter the past even if we come to regret it. ...What about me, you ask? I don't have any regrets. Even if there are countless branch points in each moment, I will surely find my way back to your side.

Raise Affection Level

Lee: Thank you, this is just what I need right now. With this, I can also complete that support robot I promised to finish― ...Huh? This is a present for me? So there's even a fine distinction made when it comes to gifts, huh...

Repetitive Taps

Lee: ...What the- ...To think there's this fully grown troublemaker inside the Raven Unit's base huh. Shall I drag you to the juvenile detention center then?

Log-In

Lee: You're here now. ...If I can never meet you again at some point in the future, I might feel sad from loneliness. ...Forget it. We have a mission to accomplish, let's get going.

Online for a Long Time

Lee: I'll do the remaining ones left, just go rest. Now! I've had enough of looking at how you look like a loitering zombie, you're spoiling the pleasant scene around us.

AFK

Lee: ...Commander, commander? ...(Sigh) You actually fell asleep from exhaustion, huh. You left your combat terminal open, guess you can't settle down without it... Really, I ought to tuck you in somewhere quiet. ...You lost some weight again... How much work did you take on this time...

Shake

Lee: ...Wha— Commander! ...Heh, you sure don't get tired of this same old trick.

Offline for a Long Time

Lee: Where have you been until now?! ...If you had made up your mind to walk out from here, I wish you could've at least said a proper goodbye then. ...No, it doesn't matter now, since you returned here in the end.

Introduction and Formation

Structure Acquired

Lee: Lee of the Gray Raven Unit, reporting. Yes, I'm back now. Other than needing to get along with each other, let's skip the unnecessary greetings and get right down to business, Commander.

Level Up

Lee: What accumulated was just the combat data itself, so I can't say for sure if I've improved. This is still nowhere near the model's limit.

Advancement

Lee: If it's a rise in rank from you, then its meaning also changes. ...Understood, I'll work hard to keep your expectations in check.

Model Improvement

Lee: The peak of evolution means breaking through one's limits as well as knowing there's a realm ahead of us we neither can understand nor have yet to encounter. ...Although taking a step inside that realm would require a significant sacrifice to be paid, I have the determination to see through it all.

Skill Upgrade

Lee: How about giving me some credit? The thrusters are now more responsive and more efficient because of this process. Seems like I'm quite accustomed to this model more than I thought.

Equipment

Lee: Testing auto preset rate, all-green. Measuring microwave distance, all-green. Since this is a highly precise piece of equipment, it's important to check that each module is working fine.

Add in Team

Lee: If you notice some sort of cue mid-battle, get away from my projectile's trajectory ASAP. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Assign as Captain

Lee: Calm down, it's okay to leave everything to me. I'll protect you guys.

Mission Accomplished

Lee: Not bad. You're becoming more efficient.

Daily Small Talks

Voice Line 1

Lee: No, I'm not mad or anything. This is how I usually am.

Voice Line 2

Lee: Rather than forcing them to cooperate, wouldn't it be more efficient to assign people to what they're good at?

Voice Line 3

Lee: ...Excuse me? I don't think it's my fault that the atmosphere became awkward. ...There's something you want to talk about? If it's about the issue on the Science Council's IUO Standard No. 9, I'd oblige to discuss it with you at great lengths though.

Voice Line 4

Lee: I promised that I'd never keep secrets from you ever again so if there's something you want to ask me, feel free to ask me anything.

Voice Line 5

Lee: (Checks gun) ...Can't I stay here even if I don't have any other business with you? I wish to do my gun maintenance in a quiet place. The maintenance room's too crowded.

Voice Line 6

Lee: You want to see the non-combat functions added to the weapon I've modified? Why do you— ...Guess it can't be helped then. I'll only show it to you once so keep your eyes peeled.

Voice Line 7

Lee: If we have nothing else to do today, want to train with me at the base? I still need to make some adjustments to this model, but it'd be challenging to adjust the result calculations without your cooperation.

Voice Line 8

Lee: I knew this part is... it'd be faster if I disassemble it once and reassemble it... Hm? Well, I'm currently doing maintenance on your powered suit. I should just let the guys at the Cosmos Engineer Union handle that...? It's fine if it's just regular maintenance, but they don't know your movement habits. Whenever you draw out your tactical knife from your left side, there's some kind of resistance around this part, right? I've already adjusted that problem.

Voice Line 9

Lee: Even if all of creation would continue to evolve, the collective matter of space will never change for all time—death follows life, and energy is concurrently generated from annihilation. If one wishes to obtain something, one must pay the price for it one day, without exceptions... Commander, behind every "miracle" that happens... correspond a sacrifice greater than you could imagine.

Voice Line 10

Voice Line 11

Lee: Updating the existing tactics, thinking outside the box, and even complying and sympathizing with the enemies... If I'm being honest, I couldn't understand your style of leading us at first. But now, I can have complete faith in all your decisions.

Voice Line 12

Voice Line 13

Lee: You saw what my real name was in a file? ...Oh, well, it's not something confidential anyway. Besides, I am Lee of the Gray Raven Unit now. What I thought was a temporary code name given to me became a part of who I am today and is something I take great pride in. I plan to fight as "Lee" right until the very end.

Voice Line 14

Lee: Tactical cooperation, huh... That kind of thing doesn't exist back where I used to live. There was only constant betrayal and plunder at that place. Everyone became desperate to cross over that infernal sea, so they pushed others off to the edge and used them as their bridge... But now I don't have to think about it. Even though I repeatedly told myself I don't believe in things like luck, I could say that joining the Gray Raven Unit and crossing paths with you... was the most fortunate thing that ever happened to me.

Voice Line 15

Lee: "You're never alone," huh? ...I think those words are indeed solemn. No... It's exactly because they are important that I don't want to see the person who said those words to me suffer. So "it'd be a lot better than trying to bear everything by myself," hmm... I used to think that way before, but in the end, only an even more tragic end awaits. I get what you're trying to tell me. Commander, we'll support each other from now on and get through this, no matter what.

Raise Affection Level

Voice Line 1

Lee: Since we're all on the same team, there's no need to personally hand out resources to every single member.

Voice Line 2

Lee: Why are you suddenly... Don't you have anything better to do?

Voice Line 3

Lee: Equivalent exchange... I'll never forget the principle behind it. All of the things I've received from you are engraved in my heart.

Voice Line 4

Lee: You're giving this to me? ...Uh, thanks...I guess.

Voice Line 5

Lee: Here, I finished fixing your mini robot. While I'm at it, I've also added a voice memo function to it. Huh? You...want to change the default voice data to my voice? S-stop thinking about those kinds of ideas!

Voice Line 6

Lee: ...Did you give this to other people too?

Voice Line 7

Lee: You've always remained the same even from way back then... Ah, no. I'm not complaining about it. It's... fine for you to stay the same for who you are.

Voice Line 8

Lee: Where the heck do you find these things... Wait a minute, I never said I don't need this, right? The things I've already received are mine now.

Voice Line 9

Lee: You want to try out the new weapon I use? Well, it's still in its prototype stage, so I don't think it's at a level that can be mass-produced though. There's sort of a trick in each of its module settings, do you want me to teach you those tricks? It's complex, but it's quite remarkable as a weapon. I'm the only one who currently has mastered it anyhow.

Voice Line 10

Lee: You don't need to go out of your way... I'll respond to your expectations. ...So long as it's not relatively unreasonable, that is.

Voice Line 11

Lee: So long as I'm here, you don't have to worry. Everything's going to be all right.

Voice Line 12

Voice Line 13

Lee: You're expecting me to spew some affectionate words? You better stop expecting then. Well if you're that desperate, let's see what kind of stereotypical lines you'll show me. ...Ack! O-okay, that's enough...! That's plenty enough for an example!

Voice Line 14

Lee: (Sigh) ...Hm? Is there something troubling me, you ask? Not really. The cost of sealed warehouses is currently on the rise, so I'm thinking about what's the best way to store your belongings. ...I-it's nothing, forget it!

Voice Line 15

Lee: While I'm not a person who'd easily make promises, from the very beginning until this day... Rather, until the lasting future ahead of us, I'll live up to my promise that I'd always stay by your side no matter what.

Voice Line 16

Lee: Here you go, my gift in return for everything. It's a mini locator made from the old power core that was extracted when my model was undergoing maintenance. So long as you always have this, you can know my location even if comms get cut off. If you push the button, I'd also know where you are. If you wish for me to be by your side, I'll absolutely come running to your side, no matter how far apart we are from each other. I promise.

AFK

Voice Line 1

Lee: Why are you staring at me? Is the strategic report written on my face or something?

Voice Line 2

Lee: When we were kids, I made this toy called "Sippy Chicken"[1] so I could explain to Murray the principles behind heat energy. ...Why am I suddenly talking about it? That's because you were frequently nodding your head low enough to hit the desk, just like that toy bird.

Voice Line 3

Lee: Commander, about the result of that experiment we did the other day-... Commander? No one's here, huh... Quite likely, considering they're the type of person who can't stay still. ...I guess I should wait for a while then.

Voice Line 4

Lee: Be good and go to sleep already if you're feeling drowsy. ...There aren't any emergency missions right now so it's fine if you don't push yourself too much. ...Just relax and close your eyes now, will you. I'll wake you up when needed.

Voice Line 5

Online for a Long Time

Voice Line 1

Lee: Are you attached to that chair or something?

Voice Line 2

Lee: Sure is nice if you could remember one good way to shirk off work.

Voice Line 3

Lee: Seems like I need to attach a system that could pick up mental fatigue from the brain wave activity on that chair, but... If the numbers reach a dangerously low range, it'd immediately force you to sleep― ...hm? You'd like to work for just a bit longer? I trust you know what'd happen if you lied through your teeth then.

Voice Line 4

Lee: I'll do the remaining ones left, just go rest. Now! I've had enough of looking at how you look like a loitering zombie, you're spoiling the pleasant scene around us.

Voice Line 5

Lee: Is this some kind of revenge plan against everyone in the Gray Raven Unit? ...What am I insinuating, you ask? Hah. Are you trying to prove your point that humans could also work for three days straight without any rest like us Structures? ...We promised that we both won't work ourselves to death ever again, so you should also get some rest now.

Log-In

Voice Line 1

Lee: Good morning, you awake now?

Voice Line 2

Lee: That's good, the time you arrived sure is on point. Keep up with that. What time did I arrive? Just a few minutes earlier than you.

Voice Line 3

Lee: I thought I heard a loud, boisterous voice from afar but, don't tell me Kamui dropped by again, did he?

Voice Line 4

Lee: Commander, you came just at the right time. About those prospective experiments I mentioned yesterday, I just thought of one more idea for that.

Voice Line 5

Lee: You're here now. ...If I can never meet you again at some point in the future, I might feel sad from loneliness. ...Forget it. We have a mission to accomplish, let's get going.

Voice Line 6

Lee: I'm not spacing out, I'm just thinking about the Monty Hall problem[2]. If I eliminate the doors that haven't been opened, which of the remaining doors will you show up on... Hm? There's only one door in this room...? .......(clears throat)......

Voice Line 7

Lee: Last night, did you stay up late again? Taking good care of yourself is also one of your responsibilities to your team. I'm sure you know that better since you were an honor student, right? Your average sleeping time as of late is just― ...Huh? Why do I know, you ask? ...Obviously, I learned about it from Laplace's demon[3].

Voice Line 8

Lee: Good morning, did you have a good night's sleep? ...Yeah. Should we try a different greeting for tomorrow since today's greeting was okay? Since I have to greet you every day starting today, I wonder if it'd be better if we decide together on which greeting we both like. So tell me, which do you prefer?

Offline for a Long Time

Shake

Voice Line 1

Lee: Graagh... ...No, it's not your fault. My Sea of Consciousness just suddenly went into an overload state. There's no need for you to worry about it... Stay still... Yeah, I'll recover from this in a minute.

Voice Line 2

Lee: ...Wha— Commander! ...Heh, you sure don't get tired of this same old trick.

Voice Line 3

Lee: If you get thrown off balance, I'll reflexively catch you and act as your cushion. ...As if. I'm kidding, let's stop this conversation. Please be more careful so you won't get hurt in the future.

Repetitive Taps

Voice Line 1

Lee: ...What the- ...To think there's this fully grown troublemaker inside the Raven Unit's base huh. Shall I drag you to the juvenile detention center then?

Voice Line 2

Lee: You think I won't fight back from this?

Voice Line 3

Lee: For the times you've poked me, I'll be repaying you exponentially. ...Hmm, so it's at a total number of 133637 times then. Now then, are you prepared to accept some "repayment?"

Activity Task Full

Lee: Activity level's reached the maximum level. We should leave our work progress here for now.

Battle Dialogues

Battle Start/Character Switch

Lee: Simulation complete. Commander, we'll emerge as the victors here.

Voice Line 1

Lee: I'll be the one to reign over your time!

Voice Line 2

Lee: There's no escape from my line of sight!

Voice Line 3

Lee: Your survivability rate's hit zero!

Voice Line 4

Lee: You can't escape now!

Voice Line 5

Lee: This is the end!

Ultimate Skill

Lee: Perish... for all time!

Light Damage

Lee: It's nothing serious, let's stay focused.

Heavy Damage

Lee: Graagh... I won't let it end, not here, not this moment.

Incapacitated

Lee: I'll stand back up if I have to... No matter what...

Friend Support

Lee: You did well holding out, leave the rest to me.

QTE

Lee: Target locked on, fire at max power!

Battle End

Lee: Guh! It's too early to let up your nerves, Commander.

Structure Documentation

Document Detail 1

BPN-06, Attacker-type, Model Name: Hyperreal―an Omega-type Specialized Structure model developed by the Science Council based on Kurono's Inverse Device research as well as the meager information deciphered from the polymerized fragment. All of its functions are fine-tuned to the model's stability, making it impervious to the Punishing's side effects.

Document Detail 2

Both the model's energy distribution capability and the computational capacity modulator are strengthened, allowing the model to perform numerous computations. In addition, to ensure the model's stability, all its external equipment uses synthetic nano-carbon metal tubes, and their thermal conductivity is increased to make the equipment lightweight.

Document Detail 3

Only a person who extensively understands small arms could utilize sophisticated and complex heavy artillery like Lee's composite armament. Although it could adapt to every battlefield, it's difficult to operate and warrants a highly stable model, currently making the Hyperreal model the only one capable of wielding this weapon.

Document Detail 4

Although this model that takes pride in its peerless computational abilities can execute multiple simultaneous high-precision computations, the burden on Lee's Sea of Consciousness constantly reaches its critical point. However, nobody knows the actual situation behind it since Lee never reports it, persuading himself that "the data deviation in his Sea of Consciousness doesn't trigger so it won't cause any impediments to my day-to-day operation."

Document Detail 5

While the development of the Omega-type Specialized Models that centered around Liv progressed, Lee willingly volunteered to participate since Liv's Sea of Consciousness was damaged during the Solaeter's development, stating that his Sea of Consciousness was "far more stable." The first time he learned that he was originally the first choice for the Omega-type Specialized Models was after he had formally participated.

Document Detail 6

Lee couldn't remember the whispers he hears in his dreams or the confusing sceneries he sees. However, if one were to ask him if he could feel the fear and worries looming when one fights alone, he would calmly deny it―because he knows for a fact that there would always be someone who'd light the beacon behind him and illuminate the way back to where he belongs, no matter how far away he is.

Rumors and Secrets

Secret 1 The exterior appearance of Lee's new model is quite different thus far, so several people talked about how the Hyperreal model looks. However, Lee himself never once noticed that he became a hot topic of conversation around him.

Secret 2 Since Lee used to often work late at night back when he was with Kurono, he still has the habit of burning the midnight oil. When he first arrived in Eden, there used to be a rumor circulating that a ghost would appear in the maintenance room when the clock strikes at midnight.

Secret 3 Even though he didn't have any interest in philosophy at first, Lee started reading books about "the concept of time" and "time and sentience" and seems to have been taking notes on the topic ever since he changed to his Hyperreal model.

Secret 4 During his spare time, Lee adjusts the weapons and exoskeleton of the other members of the Gray Raven Unit to match each of their habits. He voluntarily does this kind of work because previously "our equipment's weapon alignment was off-point and because of that, the Commander had a dislocation injury during our practical combat training."

Secret 5 Lee tried to modify his model and hide one reflective part as he failed to understand the design intent behind it. However, one researcher told him "that part regulates heat circulation" and gave up on the idea.

Secret 6 His hobbies are solving numerical puzzle games. Everyone in the Gray Raven Unit tried it once, but the only person who understood the fun behind these logical games is the Commander.

Secret 7 He dislikes having Kurono as the conversation topic. Even though he seemed to just lightly sweep Vera's badgers under the rug, Lee feels bitter about the fact he used to work for them in the past.

Secret 8 He added the Gray Raven's logo on the inner side of the model's coat himself. He hasn't told anyone about it, but everyone noticed the addition when his model underwent modification enhancement.

Secret 9 Even though he preferred his old hair color, the development staff from the Arts Association told him that "they don't have the material for that particular color in stock." Left with the choice of either choosing a different hair color or, as suggested by Asimov, "make a hat-type Inverse Device," Lee chose the former.

Secret 10 Lee modified his right arm to attune himself with his new weapon, but it became difficult for his arm to pass through the right sleeve of his coat post-modification. He had accidentally torn the sleeve apart thrice just by putting strength in his arm, and when he finally had enough, Lee decided to wear the right side over his shoulder instead.

Secret 11 When they were little, he and Murray made a "secret code" only they know about that the two of them use during their transmission with each other. Although Lee hasn't used their secret code in a while, it appears that he used it again in a recent transmission he received from Murray.

Secret 12 The reason why Lee seldom cooks is that the moment he acquires condiments and spices, the whole kitchen turns into a large-scale laboratory―he will only season the food if the condiment is weighed in milligrams. Surprisingly enough, however, it did make him good at brewing coffee because the Commander drinks coffee every morning.

水飲み鳥 (Lit TL: Water Drinking Bird) or Drinking Bird/Dippy Bird/Sippy Chicken is a toy heat engine mimicking the motion of birds drinking from a water source.

The Monty Hall problem is a probability puzzle type of brain teaser named after the host of an old game show titled "Let's Make a Deal."

Laplace's demon is a notable published articulation of causal determinism on a scientific basis written by French scholar Pierre-Simon de Laplace in the 19th Century.

#pgr #pgr lee #punishing gray raven

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rycbarmerlin · 1 year ago

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SPOILERS FOR THE WITCHER S3 VOL. 1

Will be discussing Extraordinary Things, other Jaskier things and Vol. 2 predictions! It's a fairly long scroll!

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I've been seeing lots of people giving their thoughts about Extraordinary Things so I thought I'd give my thoughts and interpretations.

Who is the song about?

People have been umm-ing and ahh-ing about whether it's about Geralt or Radovid (or other) but I definitely feel like it is about both of them. The premise of the situation is Jaskier is playing a few songs for Radovid and company, implying these are songs Jaskier has had in his repertoire for a while. This is where the song could definitely be interpreted to be solely about Geralt. However, from a kind of story perspective, I think the song works as a way to frame Jaskier and Radovid's romantic entanglement.

The immediate parallel I can think of for this technique is in episode 1 with Yennefer's narration of her letters to Geralt (which I LOVED🥹). The letters act as situational and emotional context for the viewer; they tell us where Geralt and Yennefer's relationship is at and an impression of the time passed since Kaen Mohren, all without bloating the episode with snapshots of these moments.

I think, therefore, Extraordinary Things acts as a look towards what Jaskier and Radovid could become, and what they could find in and through each other. Joey Batey said that he wrote Extraordinary Things to replace scenes of dialogue, because it could say just as much, if not more. Hence why I think the song reflects Jaskier's present/past/future.

"The greatest songs are made up of unspoken words of love / of them I have had enough"

These lines, I feel, are most definitely about Geralt. You only have to think of his set-up for Toss a Coin to Your Witcher and Jaskier's line "respect doesn't make history." His career became oriented by singing the praise of the White Wolf in epic ballad styles of quests and battles against foes. Of course, then comes the mountain™ moment and then Burn Butcher Burn. I think (depsite what the showrunners have said and that platonic line this volume) Jaskier has been in love with Geralt. Jaskier loves love, he loves people, why wouldn't he have loved Geralt? I still feel the pronoun usage in Her Sweet Kiss makes the song ambigious in its position regarding his feeling and whose perspective he is singing in. The "I forgive you" line in 3x04, alongside S1 Jaskier's "and yet, here we are" and "just trying to work out what pleases me" lines further contribute to this. Furthermore, as Jaskier confirms with Yennefer about Burn Butcher Burn, "Fine, yes, when I wrote it, it did come from the heart. Perhaps a broken one."

Now, returning to Extraordinary Things, Jaskier's role as a bard is different now - he isn't travelling the Continent trying to be a barker for Geralt. He is the Sandpiper, he has found his higher purpose, the thing he truly cares about and wants to make a difference with (*plays Song of the Seven.*) Those days of Jaskier following Geralt round on uneven terms are over. They have a different dynamic now so those Toss a Coin days, of them he's had enough.

Joey lingers on the line "of them i've had enough" which I think emphasises the feelings I mentioned above. He also beautifully expresses this kind of cocktail of bittersweet regret, longing, acceptance, self-awareness and defiance before singing the following lines:

With you I have enough / with you I am enough / I am enough

Radovid sees Jaskier as Jaskier sees Radovid. They both seem to be able to look beyond the carefully constructed masks they both put up. And yes, it certainly feels they both know that they can "take" each other's hearts, and "break" each other's heart as they're both playing a dangerous game. And yes, the way and time Jaskier sings the song, him and Radovid have only had a few scenes together, but I think this circles back to the fact of this song acting as a framing device for what Jaskier and Radovid could be.

Radovid's admission in episode 4 that Jaskier sees the best in people, while the truth, Radovid is implicating that where Jaskier is seeing the best in Radovid, there are the darker/more nefarious secrets and conspiracies which Radovid is embroiled in. But when you find that person that sees you as you are, especially when many people perceive you as this one-dimensional thing, that can throw logic and rationale out the window.

Regarding Radovid's/Jaskier's position this season, Radovid, I don't think, ever intended to catch feelings for Jaskier, and nor did Jaskier. Jaskier, I think is trying to use his position to protect the people he loves and protect the elves, trying to play both sides. Ultimately, I don't think this is going to work. I feel the season (and Time of Contempt which is the Sapkowski novel the season is predominantly based upon) is all about the reality that you have to pick a side, neutrality is no longer an option, and from what Joey has said, Jaskier is not as good at all this political manouevering than he thinks.

My personal prediction for Vol 2 and what could happen is that Jaskier may find himself in trouble with Dijkstra and Radovid will use his position to get Jaskier out of it. It may be a case where Radovid betrays Jaskier (as one feels is bound to happen) but, as I said, Radovid would ultimately save Jaskier as his kind of 'redemption' moment. Their romantic entanglement feels doomed, but the fact that these feelings can blossom and bloom in such a time of war and struggle and violence is hopeful in a way.

It's not a want / it's a need / it's paying no heed to what others say / to sing

This line almost adds to that feeling of doomed romance - they're playing "no heed" to what would be expected of them (a standard or uncomplicated romance). I also love this line in the context of Jaskier's conversation with Yennefer in Oxenfurt when he is discussing the persecution of the elves. Being queer makes him an 'Other'. Just being in a nonstraight relationship, he is "paying no heed" to the kind of relationship ("song") he is expected to have.

My final thing, slightly unrelated, is that I reallllly hope Jaskier and Rience have a scene together in vol. 2. I am so pleased that Jaskier's trauma from Rience has been discussed so I would just love to see Jaskier in a situation where he is confronted with it - and hopefully sticks it to Rience!

And thus indeeds my far too long ramble about all things Jaskier. Time of Contempt is one my favourite books ever but I didn't want to cross-reference my thoughts with it too much as that is even more spoilers. If you've made it this far, I would love to have a chat about what you all think! Obviously this is just my interpretation and i'm an english graduate so will find any excuse to write an essay lol. Now the wait for vol 2...

END OF POST!!! YOU ARE SAFE

#the witcher #the witcher spoilers #the witcher season 3 #the witcher season 3 spoilers #jaskier #jaskier spoilers #joey batey #radovid #jaskovid #extraordinary things #geraskier #close reading #i love when everyone has their theories so i thought i would be bold and impart mine!

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tg-ace · 5 months ago

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As promised a full page (and a half) of deleted things I’ve noticed from Fallout and Rogue Nation trailers. (It’s a bit past midnight so I’ll probably edit this later and/or add more to it if I feel like it). (So yes if you are reading this, right now it has been written by sleep-deprived me and does not have correct grammar sorry).

https://youtu.be/wb49-oV0F78?si=n9jbLFtgDjO9ZSUt Firstly bro how many deleted scenes did they have in this one jeez, and the sad thing is they look cool as well as darker than any movie so far (mainly because they show more dead bodies than normal (which yes Dead Reckoning beat them at that) but it shows actual close up scenes of them and blood which doesn’t happen often or ever in these movies (not including Walkers/Larks injury). Kinda wish they kept the snow car scenes in with all the dead bodies because the team hasn’t seen anything as gruesome as that yet (on-screen) so we could actually see how each of them would react differently towards it. (Also wanted to see what was behind that door). (Edit: it was more bodies :|).

https://youtu.be/XiHiW4N7-bo?si=WoGzov-WCNsW77dM (this one shows more of the gruesome scenes I was talking about). Also, it feels like it made more sense to remove Ethan almost colliding with an eight-wheeler because it would have removed Ethan from the main action of the scene which was chasing Walker/Lark.

https://youtu.be/MEOOas3JZt0?si=OwCysW5Uxmb710GW (with Benji and Luther’s line changes/additions.)

https://youtu.be/GH94euhUeL8?si=s-zAzg4xsrx2kagZ Noticed they had Walkers/Larks “No hard feelings.” Put over his “Go.” Line.

https://youtu.be/RILMeOnw1xc?si=O0dwOScx4fC8mm4- Here’s just a video of Fallout deleted scenes which you actually can look at if you have the movie disk (it’s in the main menu). But you can’t hear the real audio which I absolutely hate because these scenes are really cool and I want to hear what they’re actually saying.

https://youtu.be/gOW_azQbOjw?si=IsG0MWQ-uVYkFnSx For starters I guess Hunley’s line used to be “the IMF IS uniquely trained-“ and not “Ethan is a uniquely trained-“. (Or it could have just been a case of hiding the real lines, like when someone’s mouth doesn’t match up to what they’re saying because it sounds a bit cut/loud when he says it). Fr the background music for Rouge Nation’s trailer though because bro I completely forgot it was this 😂 (fr my mind made it transition to that one IShowSpeed song… idk). Also, it seems that Luther and Brant originally had more scenes because there was one cut to them walking in what seems to be a military base, airport, office, or my personal favorite the rental car pickup. (You could probably make a more estimated guess based on their outfits because their wearing the same ones as motorcycle chase scene). Furthermore, the scene with all four of them talking about the ledger used to be longer and/or had different shot angles. (Also I think Benji’s “Oh my god!” probably could have worked depending on when and how he said it during that scene)

https://youtu.be/FjLSKvVDWyA?si=7uOxxy0iAJF3A8nI The first line was already changed because Ilsa says for the actual plan “You have to get through 12 feet of concrete (then) and 70,000 gallons of pressurized water without any metal.” (Skipping over the Benji’s “stand by to receive” because I can’t remember if that’s a line). Guess they had it as two minutes thirty for the time but they might have changed it because it was an odd number or they just wanted to show it for longer. Also can’t tell if I feel like they should have kept “or else we’ll both be dead” because the main point for Ethan was Benji might die but, it would be true that they would both be dead. (Little side note I find it funny that they used deleted Brandt lines to make people think Brandt was there at the point). Think it was reasonable to remove Brandt’s “shutting down the IMF is a mistake you may regret” because it would just be saying already what’s being shown to us. Finally, for this ad, I am so happy they changed Brandt's line from “now we are wanted by the CIA, awesome.” To “now we are wanted by the CIA, I am so proud of us.” It just sounds way funnier with how he deadpans it.

I feel like for this (https://youtu.be/85H3z44tBoE) they should have kept Benji’s agreed, yes he’s has had a crisis of faith and his thoughts about “Am I fighting for the right side and risking my life for a world that doesn’t seem to care.” (Then Ethan saying “And sometimes the answer is no?” and Benji nods “not being proud of it.”). Because it adds a bit more depth to his character, but either way I still think that scene turned out good.

(That's all I have for now, it has filled up a page and a half good night).

#mission impossible #trailers #deleted scene #ideas #youtube #goodnight now

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old-long-john · 3 months ago

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I having a real Sam brain takeover in the last 30 or so hours, just with everything, and the song about Louis is making me so excited for what he and Jacob could do in the next season, so:

What are your favorite acting moments from Sam and Jacob in the show? Could be from just the second season or from both seasons, up to you (I'm curious about your favorite acting moments from other people too, the whole cast is great, but that feels like too big a question lol)

GOD OK SO

I've had 3 insane days of iwtv and Raleigh Ritchie madness and I'm so tired right now, but I want to answer this finally! I know whichever moments I choose I'll hit post and then suddenly remember 10 others that I should've included, but what a gift to have actors who are that talented.

I'll try to keep it to top 3 moments for each of them, over both seasons, under the cut because I witter:

For Sam:

The story of his turning by Magnus. I think Sam's just extraordinary in that scene. The layers of performance, the fact that Lestat is giving them both something raw and real, the fact that you can see that it’s not a relief, it carves a piece out of him to say it out loud, the fact that you can see the moment he puts the wall back up again when he says 'but I have a capacity for enduring', the fact that he does use it as an opportunity to disarm Louis and to try to excuse the inexcusible ('it's why I don't particularly like being abandoned'). It's just such a stand out moment from the version of Lestat we see in most of S1. And also Sam said that he put in the line 'I didn't want this', because he thought it was important that the audience heard him say that, and I think it's vital to the scene working as completely as it does.

From S2 it has to be the moment in the trial when he finally takes accountability for what he did by dropping Louis from the sky. Every second of that speech is just perfection. And the expression on his face when he's poured his heart out and finally said that he's sorry and Louis just looks away, because there can't be forgiveness for that, not ever but especially not in that moment, just wrecks me. He fucked everything up so badly and I think Sam shows us that he's really truly beginning to reckon with that and with the awful consequences of his being a shitty maker and husband. Reckoning with being a shitty father unfortunately doesn’t come until far too late.

I'm trying to go for something less obvious than the reunion scene, which I love so much. I think maybe my 3rd favourite Sam acting moment is the two performances cut together between the trial and the retold version of Claudia's turning. The subtle horror of it, the way he seemed genuinely unnerved by Louis' mania, the regret on his face as he's recalling it, the regret on his face before he's even done it, the way he's still oscillating between performance and true feeling in the telling, the moment of insane dark comedy when he says 'and you have to drain her first Louis'. That scene was honestly the most shocking part of ep 7 for me.

(also, the 'tickets please' scene because jesus christ)

For Jacob:

I mean it's the whole show, really. He's just transcendent. But one moment that I really love, just for the extreme contrast it shows between past and present Louis, is when early in S1 he pushes back against Daniel's (fair!) point about his total rewrite of the way he talks about Lestat by reading from Daniel's autobiography. He's so otherworldly and alien in that moment, so detached from humanity somehow in his mannerisms when he picks up the book and leafs through it for the right page. And then flexing his powers by setting the tapes on fire in the bin. He's at his most cooly vampiric because Daniel's picking at a real emotional vulnerability, and the way Jacob plays it is so fascinating to watch.

In S2 I LOVE when Louis gets nasty. Especially when he makes Daniel tell him what Alice said when he finally asked her to marry him. What Lestat said during the trial was kinda true: 'Louis was deceptively agile with words. A trenchant form of verbal amusement.' That man knows how to slit someone open with just the right turn of phrase and I love to see him do it. The glee in his eyes when Louis laughs at Daniel saying 'she said no' is just everything. Like, my god dude, I know he was asking for it but jesus. I also just love that Jacob was scared we wouldn't like Louis any more after S2, as if we weren't all gonna love him even more for all his fucked up complexity.

And my 3rd favourite Jacob acting moment is the Loumand fight in 2x05, because holy fucking shit. Everything I said above times a thousand. The 'does he wanna lick my boots' tongue out, the getting right up in Armand's face, the gleeful savagery, the speed with which he crumbles when Armand brings Claudia into it. I think it's one of my favourite performances by any actor in anything ever (and Assad absolutely meets him at the exact same level).

Since you mentioned the others, I'll also say shout out to Delainey for every second she was on screen but especially 'now I know what two blood-fat cocks slapping hands feels like', because I lost my entire fucking mind at the way she delivered that line.

#thank you for asking this!#I honestly could spend hours going through every scene in the show obsessing over the performance details #but I should probably go to bed instead #I love the whole cast #they're all pitch perfect #also every single one of these scenes that has both of them in I love both of their performances #they work at the ridiculous level they do because they’re so in tune with each other #iwtv

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chapter 20| Through the Storm

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Summary

The underground is filthy and dark. Dim lights, dull alleys, and desperate hearts. A place Levi knows as well as the back of his hand, and a place he would do anything to get out of.

Chapters of life roll by and with the turn of a page, things drastically change. In front of him is the opportunity to live on the surface. And the flimsy bridge that he has to cross. From an uncivil criminal to a disciplined soldier.

But life on the surface seems tougher amidst all the mockery, civilities, and the gaping hole left in his heart, after the demise of his dear friends Isabel and Farlan.

Content/Warnings

canon- compliant, canon-typical violence, spoilers for No Regrets OVA, descriptions of PTSD, grief, depression, heavy angst and themes, strong language, self-hate, physical assault.

Author’s Note

Hi guys!

It's been long. And I am incredibly sorry for promising to publish chapter by Sunday, yet doing that today. I feel incredibly guilty, like I've been taking everyone who reads this story for granted.

I've genuinely been quite busy. I have my college, my part time job and I also have to cook and clean for myself. And in all honesty, I've also lost my interest in completing this fic. So i have to push myself, rather than actually looking forward to writing it. But I'm not giving up on it yet, I've promised a few people that I will get it finished, and so I will.

@musumusuhasi a huge reason for one of the scenes in the chapter is because you told me Mae was always very cutesy, and never strong. I hope I've made that better, and if not please do let me know! (And if you don't read the fic anymore, then that's understandable too:)

Also since I've posted after a long time and if you've forgotten what happened in the previous chapter; here's a recap. Mae and Levi attend Ivan's wedding. Mr. Mendes is still mad at Mae and yells at her about Levi being a bad decision (ends up revealing that Levi is an underground thug.) Mae feels defeated because Levi didn't tell her this and starts losing faith in their relationship. She talks to Ivan, and Ivan comforts her, and lets her know that Levi still loves her, and their love for each other is pure.

Song for this chapter is I can't help falling in love with you.

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JAN 847

The wind growls, as it blows harshly. The morning sunlight barely reaches the ground.

In the stroke of a night, the rain has turned into snow. The first snow of Mitras, but it seems more like a storm. And Mae is not prepared at all.

Her fingertips have gone numb, and the ache in her head seems never ending. Her dress is wet from all the snowfall. And she shudders as she walks through the snow covered ground.

It feels like death is close. Her entire body shivers, almost violently. But a certain fire inside her keeps her going, despite the odds.

The world seems abandoned, people stay cooped in the warmth of their houses. And pellets of snow hit her head, as she walks ahead. It’s been hours since she’s been on the road. And she swears she wants to cry tears of joy when she finally spots the two-storey building with the Military Police symbol painted on it.

Her pace fastens, and with the last of her energy she pushes past the gate.

And everyone at the police station looks up, as they see a young lady on their door. Drenched from head to toe, turning blue from all the cold.

“I-I h-have a missing c-complaint to file,” Mae speaks in between shudders, leaning against the doorframe, tired enough to collapse at the moment.

And the officer in front gets up. He decides he doesn’t think too highly of her. For one it's way too risky walking out in the snow so underdressed. She could have died in some corner, and no one would have even noticed.

Nevertheless, he takes one of the coats hung on the wall and offers it to her. “Here, you’ll die in the cold if you dress up this way, miss.”

And Mae still shivers from the cold, But her eyes are resolute.

“Sir Ellias, “ she reads the badge attached to his shirt. “I have a missing complaint to file.”

And Ellias gawks back at her, sizing her up.

He doesn’t understand what brings her here. Wearing no gloves and a light jacket in a fucking snowstorm.

And so he wraps the coat around her trembling shoulders, and leads her towards his desk.

“Levi… his name is Levi.” Her voice comes out raw and vulnerable.

Levi has disappeared. She has checked everywhere. He wasn’t in their hotel room. He wasn’t anywhere near the wedding location. And he wasn’t even around all the popular tea shops in Mitras.

His wallet lays on their hotel bed, long forgotten. And the suitcase, packed with half his clothes, remains untouched too.

It's been 8 hours since Mae’s talk with Ivan, and there is still no sight of Levi. She has waited for him the entire night, and now the snow on the ground is at least a foot high.

It's too late… She worries something must have happened to him.

A young lady places a tray of warm tea on the table. Its smell wafts through the air, and Mae’s eyes well up. The drink warms both her throat and her heart.

She just hopes Levi is alright wherever he is.

“The name is Levi you said?” Elias reconfirms as he puts it down on paper.

“Mhm,” she nods vigorously. “He is quite short but his build is strong. His skin is pale and his eyebags are really big and prominent. His hair is black and he works in the Survey Corps… He also has-”

Elias stops writing. Face morphing into one of confusion. ”Wait…” he cuts her off. “Are you talking about Humanity’s Strongest? Captain Levi? Or is this someone e-”

“Yes.” Mae answers, exasperated. “It's him, he’s gone missing.”

Hope glimmers in her eyes.

People know Levi, and she’s one step closer to finding him.

But disbelief settles in Elias’s.

Slowly it shifts to mirth. A beat of silence passes by, and then a soft chuckle escapes his lips.

“What the hell, why are you laughing?” Mae scoffs, eyebrows scrunching in disapproval. ”This is a serious matter.”

Her words only makes him laugh louder. It adds to Mae’s temper.

“EXCUSE ME.” She bangs her fist on the table and gets up. And even though exhaustion is heavy in her voice, her eyes burn bright red.

“Have you ever seen that guy? Is this some sort of a prank?.” He speaks in between laughs. “Even death would be scared of him.”

“So you are telling me he couldn’t have been caught up in this snow storm and might need help?”

“He is fully capable of protecting himself… you’d know that if you’d met him.”

And Mae’s lips tremble as she remembers the last time she saw him.

He wasn’t even able to meet her gaze. He looked so vulnerable… Like a kitten left astray.

“He’s not made of stone.” her voice comes out as a whimper.

“But he’s got a heart of stone,” Ellias rebuttals as he crumbles the missing form and tosses it towards the bin.” Humanity’s strongest can look after himself… There’s a reason why he’s Humanity’s Strongest…”

And Mae gapes. Her head throbs, with the texture of pain. Her body aches for a minute's rest. But somehow she finds the energy to create a scene.

And she leans forward towards Elias, with her hands placed on the table and her arms stretched straight

“EXCUSE ME…” she sneers. “I’m here to file a missing complaint and it's your duty to look into it. Instead you’re telling me that I’m lying... Just because you’re a lazy bum who can’t get himself to work… people like yo-”

The door is yanked open with a bang, Mae flinches and Elias looks towards it.

Out comes a tall - middle-aged man, wearing a large black overcoat and a… bowler hat even though he’s indoors.

His jet black hair is gelled to the black. And his face sports a pronounced scowl. “OI!” He calls out. “What’s all this ruckus this early in the morning?”

The atmosphere suddenly changes, and Ellias straightens himself. Slightly scared.

“Sir…” his voice trails off, a lump forming in his throat.

“I have a missing complaint to file, I’m afraid it’s not being taken seriously.” Mae beats him to it, as she pushes her chair back..

“He doesn’t work in that department,” Ellias pokes in, but Mae moves ahead regardless

And Kenny smirks in glee at the sight of her.

Missing complaints are not something he concerns himself with. He’s here to work for the King,, not to solve some minor civil problems and save some damsel in distress.

But he’s bored, and she’s a wreck. It will be good entertainment.

“Sir… Captain Levi has been missing for the past 8 hours, and we all know how harsh the snow storm is.” Mae explains , hoping she receives the help she’s here for her.

And Kenny’s eyes blow wide, more with concern than surprise.

Captain Levi. The title sounds pleasant to his ears.

Now he can’t help but stay.

“See, I told you she is crazy” Elias sputters to cover up. “I think the cold has gotten to her head or something… which maniac walks out in the cold like that.”

“THE COLD HAS NOT GOTTEN TO MY HEAD.” Mae’s eyes flash dangerously at Elias, and she shifts her attention towards Kenny. Deeming him more competent.

But Kenny only lets out a snicker. “He’s strong, he can take care of himself very well.”

I’ve made sure of it. He wants to add. But some things are better left unsaid.

“AND HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? YOU DON’T KNOW HIM? HAVE YOU EVER EVEN MET HIM?” She yells, absolutely appalled at the insensitivity of these men.

And Kenny takes a step towards her too, towering a foot above her. His nostrils flare in anger, and he glares at her, his aura almost threatening. Not a lot of people have had the audacity to speak to him in such a way. “Who are you to him?” he seethes through clenched teeth.

But Mae doesn’t back away either.

“I’m his lover.” she spills out, without an ounce of hesitance.

Sheer surprise flashes in Kenny’s eyes for a second. Slowly it fades and the creases under his eyes melt into that of laughter. “Aah, that runt grew up finally.” he chortles

And Mae looks at him, appalled and disgusted. “And who are you to him?” She counters . Half in mockery. Half in contempt. He doesn’t even wear a badge that tells his name. She’d be surprised if she’d find even one reliable officer in this damned place.

And Kenny falls silent for a millisecond, face conflicted.

“….Nothing.” He lets out a weak laugh. “Just go back home, you’ll find him there.”

And then he takes a step back in resignation. A little emotional, a little exhausted. “Take good care of him.” he mutters under his breath, before he coops back into his cabin.

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A heavy sigh falls from Levi’s lips as he steps into the premises of the Survey Corps headquarters. The midnight moon shines over. And the stone walls embrace him, it's cold grays have never seemed so inviting.

It’s been an entire day on horseback. Nevertheless he should be grateful the stable manager at Mitras recognised him, and rented him a horse, free of cost.

And as glad as he is to be here, there’s also a heaviness in his heart that he can’t shake off.

It's the kind of pain that only Mae is capable of causing.

She isn’t next to him.

He left without a thought. Running away from the haunting unhappiness in her eyes. And now he’s left with only his feelings to keep him company. Cold and empty.

He wonders if the marriage went out as planned? Were the celebrations as grand as the decorations? And was the buffet as large as they were setting it up to be?

Most of all he wonders if Mae is okay? He wonders, if just like Kenny, that was the last time he saw her as well?

Memories of yesterday trickle into his mind. The disappointment in her eyes, and the complaints in her mind. And he sighs, exhausted. Wondering if the heaviness in his chest will alleviate.

He needs tea, he tells himself.

The torches on the walls flicker, dimmed by the constant breeze. Winter is just around the corner and darkness engulfs the hallways.

And Levi relaxes a tad bit. Finding solace in his darkness, it’s what is familiar to him.

He rounds the corner and enters the kitchen. Sadly for him, a familiar brunette is already seated on the dining table next to the kitchen.

Hange. His features twist into a scowl.

They are the worst person he could possibly find at this time.

And Hange swivels as the sound of his footsteps reaches their ear.

“Levi!” They exclaim. “You’re back early.”

And Levi looks at them coldly, completely ignoring their existence.

He was so close to sulking. But now he looks emotionless again. It's like something has shifted in his head. And now the person next to him will only face his anger, never his sadness.

He makes his way to the kettle. And he prays that Hange stays put in their chair.

But Hange is relentless as usual. Hyperactive, and curious. They spring up from their seat and follow Levi into the open kitchen. Ready with their barrage of questions.

“So how was the wedding?” Where is Mae?” It's probably the dim candlelights that impairs them from seeing the scowl on Levi’s face. A few moments more and he will snap. Hopefully in a tame way.

“Don’t tell me you dropped her back home, this late at night?” They wiggle their brows suggestively, as they linger behind him. Watching him boil the water from over his shoulder.

And Levi doesn’t even turn to look back at them, as he puts his hand on their shoulder and pushes them backwards. “Fuck off, “ he threatens

Hange’s lips part. Usually with Levi, they can never tell when he’s mad, because he always looks mad. But tonight, the anger in his voice is primal.

And they can only head back to the table, and shove their head back into their research books. Looking over occasionally to give Levi a onceover.

He looks at the pot of boiling water a little too hard. His jaw is clenched tight, and his footsteps are a little too loud.

His hands shuffle through the cabinets. Banging the shelf doors shut. And Hange doesn’t understand how Levi doesn’t recall the spot he’s specifically designated to his beloved tea. None of the other Survey Corps seniors are even allowed to touch it.

Frustration fills him up, and he curses, rather loudly.

And the Levi in front of Hange, is completely unlike the Levi they’ve always known.

The Levi in front of them is messy and unorganized. Grabbing a hot vessel bare hand, and then hissing at the burn.

The flipping of their pages stops, and all they see in front of them is a problem to be solved.

There’s an obvious tension in the air that drowns in all the quiet. And Levi finds himself falling into the endless pit of sadness inside of him, again.

He tries to forget the disappointment that he saw in her eyes. He tries to forget the things that Mr.Mendes said about him, harsh but so true, they still make his heart hurt. But its all too recent, all too fresh in his memory.

Mae was close to crying back then, he could tell by the way her lips shuddered.

He doesn’t understand why he still feels so sad. After all he knew that things between them were bound to end. He doesn’t understand why he always gets his hopes up, when he has a habit of losing people left and right.

And he doesn’t understand why he sits on the same table as Hange, taking the farthest chair from them. When he can easily take his tea to his quarters.

Maybe it's the fact that he’s been left alone again. And being in the vicinity of someone, even if it's someone as annoying as Hange, seems comforting.

Even if that comfort is temporary.

He’s so much of a disappointment.

Sometimes he wonders why Erwin and Hange keep up with him?

It's probably because of his strength.

The smell of tea floats through the air, but Levi doesn’t touch it.

And Hange notices. “I can’t wait for the day when you’ll marry Mae as well.” They chirp out of nowhere. Hoping to make him feel better.

And Levi does manage to throw one of the harshest stares at them, before he winces.

“She found out.” The words slip out of his mouth. Accidently, perhaps. It's one of the rare times where his emotions run so wild, they can’t help but take charge.

“She found out what?” Hange repeats. Their ears practically flying over.

Slowly they shift to the chair next to him.

And Levi sits rigid, holding his head where it hurts, it feels like the walls in his brain are caving in.

And yet, he fights.

He fights Hange’s company.

He fights his needs, his desires.

He fights himself. Adding fuel to his own struggle.

It’s what he has done his entire life.

It has left him worn out.

To the point where he doesn’t have the strength to resist anymore.

The walls around his heart are slowly crumbling down.

He’s lost her. His world feels dark.

“She found out that I’m an underground thug.” His voice comes out weak… barely above a whisper. The position life has put him in is hard to believe. Because here he sits, opening up to Hange of all people.

Kenny would disapprove so much of the emotional bastard he still is. Losing hope by a mere person leaving him behind.

But he does it for Mae, he tells himself.

And Hange’s eyes widen, surprised that Mae didn’t already know about this. It's abnormal, and unhealthy. They were pretty sure Mae was the person he was closest to.

A silence spreads, its claws fatal.

Levi takes Hange’s silence for judgment, and decides to go back into his invulnerable shell. “Doesn’t matter, things were going to end anyways,” he mutters coldly, and then he loudly slurps his tea.

And Hange still sits in shock. She found out, his words echo in their head. Which means he didn’t even tell her himself. “LEVI!,” They urge, breaking out of their stupor “Till when were you going to keep this hidden from her!”

Forever if possible he thinks to himself. He can always keep a few parts of him hidden.

And his silence tells.

“You weren’t planning to tell her, were you?” They question, but they know it's true.

The quake of his heel never fades , and his shoulders still slouch. They’ve never seen him look so defeated. He’s too afraid of disappointing. He’s too afraid of being abandoned. And he’s too afraid to voice out that he didn’t want Mae to know, because he was afraid she’d leave him.

“Why would you not tell her Levi….? Hange racks through the potential possibilities. “Was it because you were treated harshly by the soldiers when you first came in….”

Everything comes off as a surprise to them. They could have never guessed that all the taunts thrown his way were something that bothered him. Not by the look on his face anyway. Guess he’s a little more sensitive than they had anticipated.

“You were discriminated against in the Survey Corps, because it's the military and rules are important here. You broke the order, you broke the regulations so obviously people didn’t like it. Also your first impression was HORRIBLE…And just because everyone in the military condemned you, doesn’t mean Mae will too… You can’t pretend to be someone else and hide parts of yourself from someone who is in a sense your life partner Levi?”

There is a stiffness in the air that constricts. And Levi feels like he’s being put on the spot, when he’s caught vulnerable. He feels angry, he wants to yell, he wants to push Hange away… or maybe– or maybe he’s just scared.

And he sits there forcing his eyes shut as Hange’s words sink in. He’s repeated this mistake before, fitting himself into the likes and standards of Kenny, just to please him. So much so that sometimes he doesn’t even recognise the softer, more emotional parts of him.

“To love, means to accept the person for what they are…” Hange places an arm on his shoulder, and he looks at them, his gaze tender. “And if she doesn’t… then good for you. At least you know she wasn’t the one.”

And Levi does find Hange’s thoughts beautiful. But he also knows that no one will go to such lengths for him. He knows that he’ll be abandoned by the Survey Corps as well, if one day he wakes up weak.

He tears his gaze away from them. Knowing that if he looks too long, Hange will see through all his imperfections.

They have a habit of not keeping their nose in everyone’s shit anyways.

But Hange’s mind is already working at a speed that he should be afraid of. And they almost jump from their chair, as a realization strikes. “This is the problem isn’t it Levi!... The thought that she might leave you…. You ignored her because you knew she was bound to leave you or be disappointed in you in some way... You thought she was better off with Ivan, then you taking the pain of losing her.”

Levi’s eyes widen. They are threateningly close to knowing him.

“HOW DO YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?”, he seethes as he grits his teeth. Half embarrassed that Hange knows about his pitiful behavior with Mae when Ivan was here.

“I… I have assumptions,” they gulp. Fearful for once

The clock ticks, and slowly his features soften “Mae told you everything, didn’t she?” he sighs, as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Well but I’m always open to hear your perspective as well.’

“Oh fuck off Hange.” He sneers as he gulps his tea down, and pushes the cup to the side.

He feels horrible, so out of character, and vulnerable. But he doesn’t feel unsafe.

And he has a shit ton of problems that he knows he can’t solve by himself. Especially when it comes to Mae.

And what's the point hesitating now, when his pride has already been tossed into the bin.

“I don’t know how to keep her Happy Hange… It's not the same anymore, she’s unhappier, doesn’t talk with me too much.” He looks down, his voice somber.

“Says you Levi… the person she used to smile just at the sight of?” Hange’s voice is soft, their eyes full of genuine concern.

And despite his uneasiness with discussing his personal life out loud, and getting his behavioral patterns dissected by none other than Hange, he settles into his chair.

The night is long and Hange seems welcoming,

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Heavy gray clouds conceal the midnight sky. The rains are relentless, boisterous with thunder. And fog wraps around the tall trees like a blanket.

The winds blow fast, Levi can hear it rattle against the glass windows.

His quarters are warm though, fire crackles in the hearth, casting an orange tint. And his cloak is leisurely draped over his shoulders.

Scented candles are lined up on his window sill.

And lavender tea he brewed for himself has now run cold. Halfway finished

It's something Mae made him do, when sleeping was becoming difficult.

She crafted a whole ass routine for him, to help him relax and sleep longer.

He drums his fingers on the table, sitting idle, Frustrated that he’s done with all his paperwork.

It feels so damn lonely. Like those days, when she’d quit her job from the Survey Corp and he was haunted with thoughts of her..

The sound of thunder fills up the space.

The temperature has dropped all of a sudden. Surely it must be snowing in the interior. And Levi feels guilty for leaving Mae behind so thoughtlessly.

None of them were prepared for snow.

Another round of thunder reverberates around. Lightning strikes and Levi shivers. The night is uncannily similar to the night when he lost Farlan and Isabel.

Just another testament of how he is not made for happy endings.

And he can only watch as every second painfully passes away.

Tick-tock, tick-tock

The fire cackles

Tick-tock, tick-tock

The wind whistles.

Tick-tock, tick-tock

The lightning feels blinding.

Tick-tock, tick-tock

A distant sound adds to the mix. It's rushed and heavy, pounding closer to his gates.

And Levi is pulled out of his reverie, as then the door barges open

In front of him stands Mae, with her hair partially drenched, and her dress splattered with mud.

The closed umbrella in her hand, makes a pool of water on the floor. Dripping wet.

His eyes widen.

And so do hers.

“Levi,” his name slips past her lips. And for once she didn't overthink. The umbrella in her hand drops to the floor, and the door behind shuts close, as she leaves everything behind and darts towards him.

She doesn’t hesitate, as she sits on his lap, and throws her arms around his frame. Surrendering to the intensity of emotions in her heart..

Levi's body tenses at instinct. His heartbeat picks up the pace and the butterflies in his stomach come alive once again.

It's just been 4 days, but he’s missed her so damn much. For a moment he wonders if he’s still daydreaming

And it's only when he feels her shivering against his chest, that he gives in. “Y-you’r-re c-cold,” he stutters, as he wraps his cloak around her. His hands splay over her back, rubbing it to warm her up quickly.

And she too, huddles closer to his warmth. The sound of his low baritone, brings her so much comfort, and she shuts her eyes close, to pause this moment.

Their breaths mingle, hearts beating in sync, together.

In this moment they are so vulnerable.

She cries, into his chest. And he’s made sure that nothing in his life is important enough to make him cry. But for god's sake does his heart sob with joy.

He looks at the messy trail of mud her shoes have left behind. And her fingernails that are dirty with grime. He looks at her shuddering shoulders and her hair, wet and cold.

She’s traveled through the storm for him.

She’s come back to him. Despite everything

And he doesn’t know what the future holds for them, or even if she'll be alive the next day. But he does know that no matter how cruel and brutal this world gets, his heart will forever be labeled hers.

Her hands leave his chest, before they slowly come up to his cheeks. She cups his face, as she pulls back and looks at him. Silence stretches between them. Or maybe it's the pause one takes to admire something beautiful.

And fresh tears fill up her eyes as she strokes his cheek.“Why do you make me worry so much? Couldn’t you have told me that you were leaving? I-I was so scared something happened to you.”

His knees feel weak at the thought. Like he’ll shatter to the ground, if not for her holding him so close.

And his breath shudders, sodden with emotions. “I-I’m s-sorry.” he gulps. Voice heavy with guilt. “I-I thought you would be u-upset. Wouldn’t w-want to n-near me anymore.”

“I would have wanted to hear about your past from you. I was more disappointed in the fact that you didn’t tell me, when everyone else knew about it... I am your lover Levi… I consider you my better half, then why is it that I know so little about you?”

In her questions, Levi feels a kind of reassurance. Perhaps it's the fact that she’s still making an effort to stay with him.

It's a feeling he can't put into words.

As if his sun-burned body has finally found the cooling shade of a tree.

As if his directionless quest has finally found a destination.

There is such a prickle in this moment, and the way she holds him, tightly, yet with gentleness. It makes him question all the nasty thoughts he has had about himself.

Because he was convinced that he was way too crooked for anyone to find any beauty in him. And yet she dares to sit on his lap, so close to him. Cradling him as if he’s something precious.

Words fail him. And he can’t help but think if he could just kiss her, and pour all his love into it. If he could kiss her and express all that his speech never could. They all seem so beautiful in the romance novels he reads.

If only he could kiss her and not succumb to his overthinking head.

And so he brings her hand closer to lips. His heart hammers, almost violently in his chest. And his hand shudders with nervousness. Yet he dares to take her knuckles and kiss it.

Hoping it conveys everything he can’t spout out loud.

That he’ll fight for her. Even if it's parts of himself that he’s up against. “I;m s-sorry…I’m s-sorry, I thought you’d h-hate me”

And Mae smiles as she looks at him. The first genuine smile she’s given him in months. “We’ve got to work on a lot of things to make this work,” Her words are blunt, but the way she delivers them is so gentle.

And Levi blinks up at her. Grateful that she has not given up on him yet. “We do…” he hums.

There’s fear in both of their eyes. The fear of messing up. The fear of losing one another. So many things still remain unexpressed. So many fears, desires, wishes. If only they were given a voice. Both Levi and Mae would know that their love for each other is boundless.

“You promise you’ll tell me everything and we’ll talk about us tomorrow?” Mae says as she tries getting out of his lap. Desperate in need of a shower

Surprisingly, his grip around her waist tightens. He holds her there, listening to the sound of her breath.

And despite the wreck Mae is, she finally feels so wanted. The butterflies in her stomach tumble. And she can barely contain her happiness.

“I will… “Levi presses a kiss on her forehead. “Now go take a shower, I’ll set up the bed for you.”

“Will you sleep on the bed, next to me?” she asks on her way to the shower.

And Levi never sleeps on the bed.

Because Levi lives every moment with the unsurety of whether he’ll make it to the next. He lives every moment considering the possibility that the titans might break in.

Yet now as he looks into her warm brown eyes, he can’t help but wonder if for one night he just lets loose.

The worst thing that could happen is that the titans breach the wall, and he ends up dying with her.

Indeed that sounds like a soft epilogue. To die in each other’s arms, to not die alone.

Everyone comes to this world on their own, and they die on their own, because inherently everyone is alone. And yet to hold on to each other, as they take their last breaths. To have a moment of bliss before death separates them.

“Levi!” Mae prods again. A brow raised in question. “Will you sleep on the bed with me?”

And his lips quirk up a tiny bit, as he timidly nods a yes.

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midnightsslut · 8 months ago

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We will never really know what exactly went down between them but this comment: “makes me wonder if he used to do it but stopped at some point.” Is something I think holds true. I mean when they first broke up the response was I believe like differences in personality and like they out grew each other. Somewhere along the line I get the feeling that joe just didn’t have that same energy about Taylor that he once did. And I don’t mean love when I say energy. I just feel like literally his energy about fighting and making up just disappeared cause it was like too chaotic. Like joe just really seemed to like the quiet and easy life. And I genuinely think Taylor enjoyed that for a while and needed it. But like we see this in her albums and genre shifts where she is constantly changing. And I bet same-old-same-old or feeling of stagnation bothers her. And it almost seems like Joe just eventually got annoyed with her lack of contentment and just blamed her for it. Possibly making Taylor question herself and her past. And personally that’s why anti hero is kind of sad song for me. Cause it sounds very much like a person who is constantly having their their worst faults thrown at them. (From the public and by people in her personal life) But ultimately there is nothing wrong with Taylor for not enjoying the life that Joe wanted.

So i am really curious to hear this album. Like really curious. Cause it’s does feel like it’s everything she has been holding back. I don’t think it will be super bashy. But definitely explore the theme of “I love you but you don’t fit with me anymore.” Gives me the vibe of “if I can’t relate to you anymore then who am I related to?”

i say this a lot about joever, but i have to say it again: yes, but it’s also complicated djsjs.

ACHTUNG: THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS. EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE HAS AN IMPLICIT ‘IMO.’ I WILL NOT WRITE ONE OUT EACH TIME BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE TO BE REPETITIVE. THANK YOU.

like, yes. he definitely wanted a quieter life that ultimately did not align with her ambitions. her explanation for the lakes comes to mind (‘having someone to escape with/something you want to protect, […] and saying “I may not be able to go to the lakes right now or to go anywhere, but I’m going there in my head, and this escape plan is working. […] you just kept making art, but you didn’t subscribe to the things that were killing you’). she was deeply traumatized by fame (she has explicitly used this word before anyone clutches their pearls) when they met, and she thought that level of exposure for her work was nearing its expiration date anyway. the pandemic was kind of like 2017 2.0, except it was not a personal decision anymore. i do think that seeing her work get new levels of recognition while she was healing and no longer locked away by choice made her long for bigger things again. yes, it ended up hurting her, but she ultimately chose fame and decided she no longer regretted it.

relationships also aren’t supposed to be about two people immediately breaking up when they no longer want the same things. that’s where we see taylor closing herself off to make it work while he didn’t seem to reciprocate. once again, she was the one who had to make sacrifices and go through the logistical nightmare of hiding all the time. she is the one Doing Something, but her agency and desires are not taken into consideration. was that really something she chose to do, or did she feel that it was chosen for her because their relationship was the priority by default? idk. i could see her feeling out of control there for a while, which ties into a lot of things we’ve seen from her in the last two years.

#least concise person in the world #anyway that last point is relevant to ‘old habits die screaming’ imhoooo

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1800-lemon-boy · 2 months ago

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The rant-

When luke told percy "i didn't think you'd let grover wear them" when talking about Hermes’ shoes, he sounded hurt and heartbroken as if he regretted putting grover in danger.

Everyone is forgetting that grover was luke's protector too and it’s pissing me off. Luke doesn’t really care for Percy (not much, it seems) but we see his reaction when he heard Grover could have gotten hurt, and when Annabeth saw what happened between him and Percy.

It’s a common argument between people who think Luke and Percy are friends bc he doesn’t hesitate to hurt Percy.

The tv series I believe does a better job at showing this dilemma vs the books, we see the look in Luke’s eyes and the he speaks to Percy saying “I am your friend” “none of this was meant to hurt you” it’s strange.

So I think that they both considered each other friends at one point or another. Luke saying that he is Percy’s friend isn’t him trying to manipulate Percy, it’s him trying to show that he wants to help the people he cares about.

While Kronos is in his mind, it’s perfectly shown that he isn’t in control and Luke is confused and hurt. He wants to hurt the gods not the people he cares about. He doesn’t want to fight Percy, but he does in the end, when Percy draws first blood just like he did with Ares, Percy apologises.

It’s the perfect way to show Percy’s fatal flaw, excessive personal loyalty he doesn’t care about making an enemy out of the literal god of war but it hurts him putting people he cares about in pain.

Luke had every reason to hate Percy, especially as time went on.

In Lukes mind it’s Hermes’ fault that his mum went crazy, and Hermes’ doesn’t even answer his prayers.

Percy gets claimed his first day at camp and, by Poseidon at that, through the years Percy helps the gods and Poseidon helps him. Hell, Hermes’ talks to Percy more than he does his own son. Percy goes out of his way to talk to Luke’s mum even though he put Luke through all that emotional (and possibly physical) abuse. Luke still doesn’t hate Percy.

Luke hates the gods, he doesn’t hate demigods.

In the last Olympian, Percy manages to push past Kronos hold over Luke and speak to Luke himself.

Luke hates the fact that the gods get to come and go as they please, cause drama, get demigods to do their bidding and just ditch their kids and get away with it.

I stand by the fact that backbiter was more of a Kronos idea vs Luke’s. idk if it’s not canon I don’t think Luke wanted to hurt anyone other than the gods before Kronos took more control. Kronos wanted to eliminate anyone who could pose a threat against him. Gods and Demigods alike.

It’s kinda sad to see that Luke dies before he sees Percy fix one of his problems.

Percy was offered immortality, to become a god and he said no, instead he wanted the gods to claim their kids before they turn 13.

But I have a feeling Luke would hate Percy more after hearing about the deal though.

In the end, Luke’s point was proven and he died for Olympus.

I see Luke as a hero in the same way people view achilles as a hero, he had the right idea but executed it in the wrong way at the wrong time.

I’m currently working on a similar rant but with it linking Luke’s songs in tlt musical to the books.

Friendly reminder that Grover was Luke’s protector too.

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#i have a whole rant saved #lmk if you want to see it #luke and grover #luke annabeth and thalia #<3 #the said rant #ares pjo #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo tv series #pjo tv adaptation #I’m very autistic-#luke pjo #pjo luke #may castellan #the last olympian #percy and luke

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nialltlynch · 2 years ago

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from the fridge: until the sky falls dowwn on me and the working for the knife (feniall version)

ehehehe the sky fall one is my One and Only foray into canon compliant pynch WHICH should make it obvious why it is in the fridge. the difficulty came from having basically two ideas 1) the outward expression of oncoming, inevitable winter paralleling the uncertainty of a relationships future and 2) ronan and adam fucking in ronan's parent's old bed and being Decidedly Weird about it. two very different vibes so hopefully you can understand my trouble. and yeah it was named after that savage garden song.

are you familiar with my aurora knife fic ?? (feniall version) is a spiritual companion piece that explores feniall and mór's relationship in a similar way. it hinges on the magical memory bag and how that... is a fucked up concept !!! i may actually finish this one since i have very many thoughts about this.

my wip fridge: the post

until the sky falls down on me

Morning arrives as usual.

Slow and tantalizing, a sudden creep of clarity in the deep night. It is early enough that the only light in the room glows off two small spheres the size of marbles caught in elliptical orbit. The flicker like natural fire but Ronan knows they are cool, almost liquid to the touch. Not that there is anything to be done in his current state. Ronan doesn't flinch as he watches the bauble graze closer and closer to Adam's sleeping face. Each pass spreads thin, gauzy shadows over the slopes and ridges Ronan has become so familiar with these past few months.

He's learned to breathe through these things.

Time eating away at the fabric of the Barns seems unfathomable. The summer had been a glimpse of unattainable myth and now here it is, the reality of it on the cusp of vanishing.In the dark it's easy to think that nothing has changed and easier still to imagine sameness forever. Ronan can remember when the thought had been terrifying. Something delicate had shifted, small increments barely noticed, until there had been no single moment when he had changed his mind except that the same fervor he'd ran from routine he now ran toward it. This is a morning like all the others. He prays it never ends.

The Adam tucked between Ronan and the familiar wooden walls of this room is the same Adam as all the other nights. Here in the slow, familiar morning, Ronan still has Adam as he remembers.

Ronan blinks as the light sparks in his eyes, the familiar warmth of the bed falling over him. His hands reach for Adam like instinct, snaking through the dark without need for sight. Fear is a constant thing that sleeps in his body - stuck in his muscles, taking up space in his throat. He wakes each morning intensely afraid that something in between night and now might have changed irreparably. Even in the dark Ronan can feel the moment Adam snaps awake and this, too, is graciously familiar.

Adam shifts under the covers and reaches out to catch one of the light baubles in the gentle pinch of his fingers. It spins on itself, growing listless and less robust in the absence of its twin. Adam releases it. Gravity stabilizes the two lights back into delighted dancing orbit. He turns to Ronan.

working for the knife (feniall version)

I find the memory again, splintered and weaved into others that look just like it, but I recognize the crease of his eyelid. The curl in his hair. This is already done.

I hold my palm to her trembling mouth, force her to swallow the whisps of her regret.

"You're going to remember this, love, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I hold it for her. Every heavy thing. But this I will not take away. She will ask me night after night (these I will gather to be lost in the river. do not call me a hypocrite. this is not my fault) but I will not lessen her burden. She must know the pain she's caused him. Feel it even if she does not understand it. This is all I ask her to carry.

Some things are too heavy even for me.

#asks and answers #kk writing #the wip fridge

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lavendertales · 2 years ago

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Rekindled || Javier Peña x f!reader**

summary: back in Laredo, Javi’s past weighs heavily on him. luckily, a long lost love is there for him.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: mentions of religion, loss and depression, alcohol and smoking; piv, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, doggy (what can I say, sad slut Javi needs some comfort). song inspo.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @skyshipper

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The air is thick with heat, sweat and long lost memories. Some better than others. Not a single breeze rushes through the air. It’s all still, almost as if dead.

In all honesty, Laredo is both comforting and haunted.

Can’t be any worse than Colombia though, Javier thinks fleetingly as he tosses and turns in his bed. The heat is holding him in a chokehold, but you think he’d be used to it after facing years of it both here and in the drug paradise. But there’s a certain sadness attached to his hometown.

The looks people throw him, the smiles, the soul-aching melancholy that creeps its way into his heart each time he sets foot back home, they’re all making him feel even more disappointed with the outcome of his so-called career.

Home, he scoffs and stands to the side of the bed, his head in his hands. It’s been far too long since he last thought of a place as his home. Laredo is, now more than ever before, a dusty memory at the bottom of a box filled with many more of the same kind.

People here view him as a hero. Javier, on the other hand, feels like a failure. Yet he still shakes the hands of those who reach out to him to thank him, still offers a faint smile in their direction that fades into regret not a second later. He’s glad he can at least help his father though. He’s not getting younger, and the ranch needs a lot of work. That is now his sole satisfaction.

Okay, perhaps not the sole one.

He remembers your face vividly, like it is permanently tattooed on his brain. You were never exclusive; there was never any definition attached to your relationship and truly, there never seemed to be enough time. You were two acquaintances finding occasional solace in each other’s arms. Bodies entangled together, creating the only safe space either one of you ever knew, bringing pleasure to the other.

You’ve known each other for a long time. You were barely teenagers when your connection blossomed. Time split you apart, threw you in completely different directions and yet, whenever Javier made his back to Laredo, he subsequently made his way back to you.

He is a special part of you. That you would deny to no one should they ask, not even to yourself. Always has been, always will be. But you know him better than to admit to some childish feelings that could imprison you both to a lifetime of misery, or unwanted responsibilities. Things tend to work like that in this silly town: traditional, ancient, and you and Javier were either of those things. Each time you saw each other it felt like the first time, and there never seemed to be enough time to give in to each other.

But you do care for him, just as much as he cares for you. He needn’t say it or even show it in some way. You feel it.

Sometimes enough for you both.

It’s a little over midnight as he’s arriving to your house through Laredo’s heat in that rusty old truck he claims to hate, but that he can’t rid himself of. All he can hope to do is have a smoke, a conversation and maybe even a little taste of you, just a singular taste, then he can go to bed.

Except it’s never just one taste when it comes to you. And certainly not little.

It’s hard to explain. You’re… familiar, soft and comfortable. You understand, you reciprocate and you care. And it’s the best Javier could ever ask for.

He cares, too. Too much for his own good. So it’s far easier to conceal it underneath a thick cloud of nicotine and waves of liquor and carnal pleasure.

He parks a little further down the road so as to not stand out with that truck, and takes a deep breath. There is a faint light coming from your house, much to his relief. He wouldn’t want to wake you up just for his usual shenanigans. He isn’t sure what he’s expecting out of tonight or what he needs. He just needs to see you, to be with you, however that may be.

Usually confident with the opposite gender, you somehow render him speechless. A devilish trick, he likes to say and watch you chuckle with a je ne sais quoi that makes his heart tremble each time without fail.

Maybe he cares for you even more than he himself knows.

He musters the courage to knock on the door, pack of cigarettes already in his hand. He still plans to quit. Just… not tonight.

“Hi,” you greet him with a reassuring smile.

Javier releases a long breath, his gaze locked in a trance on you. Your hair is loose, combed and luscious as ever, and you’re wearing a silk robe that makes him swallow—hard. Unsurprisingly, the sight makes him a little hard, too, but he pushes it out of his mind. He hasn’t seen you in a few weeks by this point and it feels simultaneously like an eternity had passed and that it was like yesterday.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

One look in his chocolate, warm eyes that gape at you like a lost puppy and you are ready to surrender everything.

You make sure to close the door behind you, noticing that Javier steps aside to let you first. You diligently guide him to the living room, where you had been reading for the past hour, hoping to fall asleep.

Yet sleep eluded you, now more than before.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you ask.

“Too fucking hot,” he says, already lighting his cigarette. “Too many… thoughts.”

“Was one of them me?”

“It always is.”

You smile at him and extend your own cigarette at him. “My lighter died,” you explain.

Sometimes you enjoy talking to Javier. There is plenty to be said and he is a remarkably smart man. But you have the feeling that right now, wrapped in the smell of nicotine, isn’t one of those times.

“You remembered to park closer to the trees, right?”

“Don’t worry,” he reassures you.

It’s not that either one of you cares about those folks commenting on your whereabouts, but you really didn’t need to be the town’s hot gossip, especially when Javier’s reputation had never been better.

“What’s keeping you up?”

Javier takes a long drag out of the cigarette before releasing the smoke and answering you.

“Life.”

“And I was worried you’d be vague.”

He looks out the window for a while, and you know not to push for more.

You know all the insignificant things about him that make up his puzzle-like persona: how he likes his coffee, his go-to breakfast, his favorite cigarettes and whiskey, as well as his favorite past times. But you also know the big, ugly truths: the heartbreak, the pain, the anger and the disappointment, the lost hope… you suppose you know him inside out.

But you could never say with certainty what he is. He’s merely a friendly face. You don’t dare think more. He’s there when you need him, and you are there when he needs you. That matters more than anything else.

“Everyone thinks I’m some sort of hero,” he says after a while.

“According to what I hear, you are.”

“Yeah, well, I feel like a fucking failure.”

You observe him quietly, steadily, like he’s your biggest and dirtiest secret. In a lot of ways, you suppose he is. Right now, you only see a disappointed man who is searching for a purpose, for more answers. He was always the kind of man who needed to know everything. He could never let things without definition.

Which is surprising considering that neither of you labeled this, what you were doing. Certainly more than friends with benefits if it were up to you, but who could say what was truly going on inside his head?

“You made it out of this town,” you remind him. “I call that a win.”

“I’m right back to square one.”

“Come on, don’t tell me you want to stay in this shithole forever.”

Javier chuckles softly, trying his hardest not to remark the way your robe is sliding up your leg and teasingly exposing your thigh to him in the golden, dim light.

“I don’t know,” he replies. “It’s a pretty bleak future ahead right now.”

“Have you been praying?”

You know the answer to this one, so the question is, technically, redundant. He’s never really been a believer, but he didn’t fight against it either. He sort of let the idea float in the air.

But there was a time in his life when he prayed. Day and night he desperately prayed for his mother, breaking your heart little by little. One day, Javier stopped simply wishing for good things. The day his mother was gone, he stopped. His hope began to fade away, but he never fully cast it away. He rather put it in the same box of old things he longed to forget about.

“For what?” he asks, slightly irritated by the notion and crushing his cigarette in the ashtray. “For justice? For a better tomorrow?”

You shrug. “Just because.”

Instead, Javier scowls. “Without any purpose, reason? ‘Just because’?”

“Not everything needs a reason, Javi.”

He doesn’t fight you on it. He simply looks at you, his eyes sneaking the occasional glance at your thigh, and gulps. His head is spinning, the room is much hotter all of a sudden.

“We need reasons to go on, don’t we?”

His voice is breaking in the slightest, and it makes your heart ache so.

“Some of the best things in life don’t have a reason behind them,” you try to reassure him.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Do you think people fall in love for a reason?”

A tricky question, but Javier is smart, and deep down he knows why you ask.

“No,” he responds. “I think it just happens.”

“See? A lot of good things happen without reason.”

“Alright. No argument there.”

You hide your smile as you finish the last of your cigarette. Some of his Texan accent slips in and it charms you as it always does. You rise from the armchair, headed for the kitchen. Javier follows, his eyes hungry and darkened. You pretend you don’t notice for the sake of the game because you know where things are inevitably headed.

What you don’t know is how things will progress.

“Whiskey?” you offer, and he instantly nods.

It’s his favorite, and one of your personal favorites too. You know it warms him up and makes his blood boil in his veins to the point where he craves a way to release all the tension.

“Have you ever fallen in love?” he asks.

How bold of him, you chuckle to yourself. If you play the cards right, you could offer a smooth answer that might tickle his curiosity. Why give the best away?

But again, Javier is smart. As everything has a reason for him, this question has its intentions laid out before you as well, only concealed in a very innocent manner. Maybe he craves to hear something flattering, something that would soothe his nerves and erase his melancholy and inner conflict, but he isn’t sure how to go about it.

“Maybe,” you reply with a coy smile.

Javier chugs his whiskey, placing the glass on the counter and approaching you with the same hungry eyes.

“Thirsty, are we?”

Javier shrugs, moistening his lips. “You don’t know the half of it.”

The smile on your lips stays longer this time, paired with flattery and heat from the drink you also chug. With Javier, you always need a little preparation to keep yourself calm.

“Have you ever been in love, Javier?”

“Once or twice.”

“Better than most.”

He’s so close to your face now that his warm, whiskey and nicotine-infused breath is tickling your nose. You stare at him, waiting and pleading for more, an insatiable hunger nesting in your belly.

And the key to its ignition is right before you.

One of his large hands goes around your waist to pull you in, the feeling of skin on silk maddening enough. He looked you over from head to toe, slowly undressing you of your robe. He lets it slide down your shoulders and draws in a quick, sharp breath upon seeing your silky nightgown.

“You could easily kill me one day, cariño,” he whispers as if in disbelief.

There it is. That little pet name that burned your whole being by simply being spoken in his husky voice.

“Honey, I wouldn’t dream of that,” you reassure him and caress his stubbly cheek.

His lips are on yours in an instant, hands rubbing your sides tenderly. You feel the tension in the way he kisses you, how it resides in his whole body in spite of his efforts to seek relief. You sigh brokenly as his lips travel to your neck and he pushes you into the granite counter, spreading your legs to make room for him to grind in between them.

The throbbing in your cunt weeps and aches and you squirm in his strong arms, your hunger only increasing.

“Javi—“

He licks a spot on your neck that triggers a moan out of you and spurs him on. You need this as much as he does, and you figure whatever crisis he’s going through, you can at least provide some physical comfort to him.

He spreads your legs further and lifts your nightgown enough to expose your pretty pussy, and suddenly you throb even more.

“Commando, huh?” he teases. “Were you waiting for me, by any chance?”

“You know I always do.”

He lowers himself to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, working his way up to your pussy, giving a tentative lick from your overly sensitive bud all the way down. You moan and reach for his hair, tugging with desire.

“Javi—“

He starts working against your clit, a wet and rather loud pop of his lips on your soaked ones. You feel a smile breaking from his lips along with the faint tickle of his stubble and you smile in pure bliss already.

“Easy, cariño,” he tells you in between wet kisses. “I got you.”

You can only moan at this point, and then he starts to really eat you out.

With Javier, everything’s a mission; he leaves nothing to his broken faith, so he seeks to do what he knows he’s good at. Obscene slurps emerge from in between your legs, with Javier’s face utterly buried there. It was far better than whatever late night snack you might’ve planned to have, and the same could be said about Javier.

Fast paces breaths leave your throat as Javier’s tongue dips in and out of you, up and down and in any possible way he can think of. The sounds emerging from you work as a terrific stimulant for him, so he dares add a finger to his ministration, starting to stretch you out. You moan louder, much to his delight.

“You don’t want the whole town to hear us, do you, cariño?” he asks sweetly.

“I don’t care—I don’t care—oh, fuck—“

He adds a second finger, carefully stretching you out and listening to your sounds to make sure you’re okay. When he sees your head thrown backwards and feels your hand tugging his hair tighter, he smiles. Son of a bitch actually smiles, knowing he’s doing the right thing in getting you nice and wet for him.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace, growing harder with each passing second, but so desperate to feel you cum that he’s close to spilling himself in his jeans, like a pathetic fucking teenager.

“You’re doing so good, cariño,” he encourages you. “So good… do you want to cum on my fingers? Hm?”

“Yes—yes, please, I do—“

You’re running out of breath already as you’re moving your hips forward to meet with more of his head.

“Can you make it a good one for me?”

“Mhm—“

“Go on. Fuck yourself on my hand.”

You do just that; you rock your hips to the best of your abilities to meet his fingers pumping in and out of you for a few more seconds till you come with a muffled cry of his name, almost ripping his hair out from how hard you’re tugging.

Your whole body is flushed with his presence and the aftermath of that climax. Javier’s fingers leave your swollen cunt and, just as he meets your eyes, he takes them to his mouth and thoroughly sucks on them, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You taste so fucking good,” he tells you.

“Javi.”

“Yes?”

“Would you please fuck me already?”

He giggles, a childish, playful sound that brings happiness to you.

“If you ask so nicely,” he teases.

“You’re the one who came to me.”

“Guilty as charged.”

You bite your lower lip, getting down from the counter. One of the best things about sex with Javier is that, no matter how sweet and romantic or rough and needy, it always leaves you feeling dirty. The feeling lingered.

He unexpectedly picks you up and carries you to your bedroom, making sure to turn off the light on your way there. After all, you wouldn’t want anyone drawing the wrong conclusions if they saw that old truck parked there and a light inside the house.

Then again, hiding is one of your fortes.

The only light now is the moon breaking through the glass windows, and it’s more than enough. You fall underneath him on the bed, the slickness of your cunt growing to be almost uncomfortable. Your legs wrap around his waist on their own accord, making his mission of undressing more difficult. You feel him hard against your stomach and you shudder.

“You feel that?” he asks from the crook of your neck. “You feel—how hard you get me? Every—fucking time.”

“You know how to flatter your women.”

He lifts his head, a few stranded locks of hair bouncing from his forehead as he looks down on you. “There’s no women, plural. It’s only you.”

You hold your breath, begging your mouth and your heart to not accidentally spill something that might drive him away.

So you struggle to pull the nightgown over your head, but Javier stops you. Instead, he breaks from you only to remove his jeans and underwear. Looks like he’s going for practical and needy tonight.

He smells of alcohol and cigarettes and cologne, as per usual, but he also smells like… him. Your unspoken safe haven wrapped up in a musky, earthly scent.

Javier takes himself in hand, giving himself a few preparatory strokes under your studious eyes. He can tell you’re enjoying the show, maybe as much as he does, but it hurts to touch himself like this. It hurts when you’re right there, legs spread and your pretty pussy glistening for him, waiting.

Finally he guides himself to your entrance, his weeping tip barely touching your soaked lips, and he moans.

“Fuck,” he exhales. “Fuck, I could cum right now like this…”

“That’s fine.”

“N-No, I need—I need to feel you—from inside out.”

You both gasp as his cock pushes past your soaked lips, slowly filling you up to the brim, just the way you both liked it. One hand goes around his neck to pull him down for a hasty kiss as he gives a first thrust.

“Oh God,” you moan.

“He’s not here right now. Only me.”

“Only you.”

It’s your reassurance to him that, indeed, there is no one else for you. Come to think of it, you’re not sure there ever was anyone else. Your mind and body carry all of his touches, all of his kisses and warm breaths.

He starts moving, and it’s not rough or fast because of the lack of time. Not tonight. It’s intimate and passionate, but deep enough for you to feel every single thing. He’s throbbing wet right there inside of you, each sharp snap of his hips bringing you closer to nirvana. Your moans get mixed up, coming out as a singular shaky one. He’s kissing you messily as his hips fall apart into yours, your bodies rocking against one another.

You feel so full, so heavy and cared for that the burn in your lower belly arrives faster than you might’ve anticipated.

“J-Javi—Javi, I think I’m—“

“Yes—yes, that’s it. Cum all over me, that’s right—you’re doing so good, cariño.”

“Fuck, I’m so—close—“

“Cum on me, give it all to me… you got this, you’re so good—so fucking good and perfect—and warm—“

And mine.

But he doesn’t finish that thought out loud. He’s too afraid to say it, even after all that time, and even with you.

You’re both as loud as you can be by that point, and it doesn’t help that the window is open. But you can’t help it. There’s nothing in the world that could stop you from reaching that high.

You start to clench around him, and unbeknownst to you, Javier smiles like a madman. This is the best feeling in the world, being sheathed inside of you like he’s part of you. He starts to feel the thrill of his own climax fast approaching and he fucks into you faster. The only sounds are ragged breaths, the nearly violent slap of skin on skin and the endless stream of yes, yes, yes coming from you.

You cry his name when you cum, nails digging into his still clothed back as his cock twitches inside of you, shooting his burning hot seed as deep as he can. You gush hot and wet around him and so does he. It’s a concoction of bodily fluids, quick breaths and sweet nothings whispered to each other. Sweat breaks down the navel of his back, his neck and temples, and he feels like he’s about to explode.

How the fuck is he still half hard? What kind of witchcraft are you pulling on him?

He doesn’t pull out. He’s barely moving, but he stays there. He’s afraid to even leave you. What would he be without you? He’s not sure. But maybe he’s not that broken when he’s around you.

“Still not enough?” you ask cheekily.

Ever the insatiable man, Javier. He smiles kinda shyly, like he doesn’t want to ask for anything more.

“Then let me take care of you,” you propose when he fails to talk.

“No, I—want to be inside of you.”

“That’s… where you are.”

“Need more.”

“So take whatever you want.”

“Can I?”

You nod, and his tongue moistens his bottom lip. You sure knew your way around him. It always went back to just how well you got him, how much you knew every scar, every navel and ridge of his body, every quirk of his.

He pulls out, grabbing your hips with strength and care alike as he turns you around. He gives your ass a big squeeze, followed by a few playful slaps, and again you shudder. He always molds the skin of your body like it’s playdough, kneading it between his calloused fingers with ease.

You moan out loud when he starts fucking into you again, this time from behind. His thrusts are no longer controlled; you gave him full control so he takes exactly what you give him. He’s downright railing you, his hands holding onto your hips as he reaches to the deepest part of you. You moan and grunt, unable to form any coherent thoughts.

“So—fucking good – “Javier mutters. “Fucking—perfect.”

He’s chasing his own high, selfishly so, and there’s something terribly hot about that. Even more so considering that he had asked for your permission. It was a lethal mixture, really, the sweet side of him that not many got to see, and the insatiable man who went after what he wanted.

There’s not much else said; soon, Javier’s haste is rewarded when his climax hits again, unexpectedly prompting yours. Surprised, Javier snaps his hips as fast as he possibly can in order to help you both, knocking all the air out of your lungs—and his, subsequently.

“You like this? You like—feeling me get so—fucking hard for you, all the time… and fucking you like this?”

“Y-Yes, Javi—“

He slows down, his hands arching your body all the way up so he can pepper messy kisses on your face, his cock still twitching inside of you, barely settling down. Your cheek is a little salty on account of your ragged, happy cry from your third climax. You feel him everywhere, in your whole body.

Then you both lay there, underneath the moonlight, with your needs sated, your head on his chest. Your mind resumes its furious pacing, but you don’t give it full control.

“You’re the best thing I have, you know that?”

Javier’s confession comes out of the blue and it almost shocks you. Although in retrospect, it probably shouldn’t. It’s not like you don’t know you each feel strongly about the other. It’s just never been verbalized.

And perhaps that was for the best.

“You got your family,” you remind him. “And don’t say something about me being family too because that would soil what we just did.”

He chuckles, moving a little so he can take a better look at you. His thumb sweeps across your cheek, then his lips find it and press a chaste kiss on the same spot.

“I don’t know if I believe in any mightier deity, but when I’m with you… pretty sure this is heaven.”

You smile, somewhat melancholic yourself. “Don’t try to butter me up.”

“If anything, I’d try to either liquor you up or spread some melted chocolate on you.”

“Ah, but you forget we did that one time.”

“Oh, right. Vegas.”

You both chuckle, with Javier pulling you in closer, wrapping his arms around you. He can feel your heartbeat as you rest against him, fast still, and he smiles, kissing on your forehead.

He might’ve not been religious, but you must’ve been some sort of angel who looks out for him in the best way she can.

And right now, that’s enough.

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Hello there!! 💖 May I please request an oneshot for Steve Harrington x reader based on the song “Love Is Easy” by McFly, please? Thank you so much!!! 😘

Hello love 💖

YESYESyes you may! Because I'm currently in a McFly pjase again as it seems and that song fits him so well! (Just like Love Is on the Radio imo) So have some super in love Steve who cannot believe that he really has someone that makes him feel that way again

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x female!Reader

Word count: 3138

Summary: “I’m not sick, don’t worry. I slept well, I had breakfast, and the most wonderful note on my nightstand when I woke up.”

“Now, it’s getting interesting.” Robin followed him through the room, while he put back the video tapes. “What did it say?”

OR: The day you wrote I love you on a post-it note before you'd said the words out loud, and it's the best note Steve ever got.

Warning/Tags: fluff, sooo much fluff, love confession, first kiss, best friends Steve & Robin, mentions of PTSD, nightmares and panic attacks (let me know if I missed anything)

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Love Is Easy

Steve turned around, eyes still closed and reached out his arm only to find your side of the bed empty. With a sigh, he pried his eyes open to glance at the clock, which revealed that it was already past nine, so it was no wonder that you had left for work. He’d already told to wake him up when you had to leave, because he needed to get up as well - even though his shift at Family Video only started at eleven - and he wanted to kiss you goodbye. You had your first date two months ago, and it had taken Steve a little to open up to you after everything that had happened lately, after getting his heart broken by Nancy, but he’d moved on now, realising, that they weren’t destined to be together. With you, though, he could see it happen, could see a future.

Up until now, love had always been complicated for him. His parents hadn’t shown him the love he’d needed as a kid, then he’d compensated that with different girls until he’d met Nancy, had fallen in love with her without realising it at first only to be told that their relationship, everything had been bullshit. He knew now that they were better off as friends, but it had still been painful for him. Opening up his heart again hadn’t come easy to Steve Harrington, but with you, with the way you’d smiled at him every day you’d seen each other, it had become easier to say yes when you’d asked him for a date - and neither of you had regretted that day.

He sat up straight in bed, pushed his head back from his face, and turned around to sit on the edge of the bed. That was when he saw it, the post-it note you’d laid on the bedside table for him to find. You did that quite frequently to put a smile on his face, but this one was a little different.

I love you.

Three little words that made his heart skip a beat, that made his stomach flip, and the goofiest smile appear on his lips. Three little words neither of you had said so far, because you hadn’t wanted to put pressure on him, make him think that he had to say them back when he wasn’t ready yet. You were giving him all the time in the world, but Steve didn’t need any more time. He knew that his heart was solely beating for you by now, and the words had been on the tip of his tongue for the last two weeks at least, but he hadn’t had the courage to say them. Because he’d been afraid that you might not feel the same way, even though you showed him every day how much he meant to you. After all, you hardly spent a night away from him, some of your clothes had already found a place in his apartment.

I love you.

His heart squeezed again, because he couldn’t wait to see you later on. His smile could have probably lit up every room right now. Even the clouds that darkened the sky outside didn’t change that. Neither did the rain that pelted on his car on the way to work, that destroyed all the work he’d put into his hair on the short way from the car to the door of Family Video. Steve pushed his wet hair back from his face before he looked up at Robin behind the counter.

“Oh, looks like someone got laid last night,” she mused, crossing her arms. She had way too much fun, pulling Steve’s leg, that was just part of their friendship, but deep down, she was happy that he’d let you into his life. Because you made him happy. And she liked you as a person, because you had such a big heart, always looking out for others, and that was why you matched with Steve so well. Both of you were always looking out for the people around you, but tended to forget yourselves over that. But now you had someone by your side, who made sure that you were taking care of yourself, who was taking care of you, and you did the same for Steve. And it showed. He was eating properly, he slept better, and Robin could see him smile more often now. But that smile today, that was something else.

“What?” Steve’s brows drew together as he approached Robin threading his arms through his vest so that nobody would complain that he wasn’t wearing his work uniform.

“That smile, Steve. The weather outside is shit, you’re drenched and your hair…” She reached out a hand to smooth it down, and he didn’t even pull away like he usually did when she so much as came near to his sacred hair.

“It’s just a great day,” Steve said with a happy sigh, pulling Robin into a quick hug, before he gathered the video tapes that were on the counter that had to be taken back to their rightful places.

“Okay, now you’re scaring me. Do you have a fever?” Robin followed him, put her hand to his forehead and scrunched up her nose. “Nah, seems fine to me.”

“I’m not sick, don’t worry. I slept well, I had breakfast, and the most wonderful note on my nightstand when I woke up.”

“Now, it’s getting interesting.” Robin followed him through the room, while he put back the video tapes. “What did it say?”

Of course, Steve had told Robin all about his love life, she’d been the first person he’d called after you first date, and in turn, Robin was the one to encourage him to give it, to give you a shot, because at one point, he had to put himself out there again for something serious. As much as he might have enjoyed sleeping around in his King Steve days, he was now longing for a serious relationship, someone that made him complete, because he really felt like only half of a whole by himself. Steve was also Robin’s go-to-person when it came to dating, because he was the first person she’d told that she wasn’t into guys. Ever since they’d become friends, they’d been cheering each other on, and so Robin was especially curious what kind of note you’d left him.

“Is it something naughty? Is she gonna surprise you after work?” Robin wiggled her eyebrows at Steve, making him love.

“Better than that.” He reached into his pocket to pull out the note and hand it to Robin. His smile stayed in place as he put the last tape back. “Haven’t stopped smiling since reading this.”

“Oh… ohh!” Robin stared at the note, at the fine handwriting and the last three words. Words that she knew Steve longed to say to you but hadn’t yet in case you didn’t feel the same way. Because Steve Harrington had so much love to give, so much affection to show, that he didn’t want to be turned down again. This time, he had to be sure that his feelings were reciprocated and that he wasn’t putting way more in than the other person. But this note, your words, they made it clear that he wasn’t in this alone, that you were feeling the same way.

“Steve,” Robin said, voice thick with emotion, but she was NOT going to cry, because she was so happy for her best friend. No, she would stay calm and composed. “I’m really happy for you! So you’re gonna tell her?”

“Yes. Just have to make sure that I won’t blurt out the words as soon as she walks through the door.” Steve scratched the back of his neck, as they both went back behind the counter. “You know… It’s always been so complicated before.” He leaned his hip against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “With Nancy… My friends were a pain in the ass at first, not really giving her a chance, and that kind of loomed over this. Misunderstandings here and there, we weren’t able to see each other and then…” he trailed off, because he didn’t need to tell Robin about the whole bullshit thing that Nancy had delivered while being drunk, because they’d been over it before.

“Yeah, I know.” Robin handed him the note back, before she excused herself for a moment to help a customer. They weren’t really busy right now, but there were still a few people coming and going, asking for recommendations.

“But this is different,” she pointed out when she was back by his side.

“It is.” Steve nodded his head, cradling the note in his hands, before he put it back in his pocket so that he wouldn’t lose it. “It’s just so… easy with y/n. She accepts me just the way I am, even with all my flaws, and she’s not trying to change me. I don’t have to worry about what she’ll think if I spend a whole evening with Dustin or with you, because she trusts me.”

“Yeah, and there’s no need to be jealous if you’re spending time with me.” She elbowed him in the side, grinning to herself.

“No, there isn't. But I haven’t told her.” Robin knew that, but Steve had to point it out anyway. It was Robin’s secret to tell, not his. “But she still trusts me and that’s something I really appreciate.” Because Steve and Robin came as a package deal, something you’d known even before you’d started dating Steve. Sure, you’d thought they were dating at one point, but Robin had cleared that up rather quickly for you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have asked Steve out to begin with.

“Looks like you really found your perfect match.”

“Yeah… It almost feels like I’ve been missing her in my life. Not just someone by my side… It had to be her.”

“Like she’d the piece of the puzzle that makes the picture complete.”

“Exactly!”

They both looked at each other before they started laughing.

“Okay, that’s a bit too much,” Robin said, shaking her head, but she still thought that these words were true, because she’d never seen Steve as happy and balanced before. You were the perfect match for him.

“A bit, yes.”

The hours passed, and Steve caught himself looking at the clock on the wall way more often than he usually did, but then the store got busy and more people kept coming in due to the rainy weather holding up, so they opted for a movie night at home instead of going out or whatever else they’d planned to do. It was the perfect weather for lounging on the sofa and watching your favourite movies with your loved ones, and he was already looking forward to doing that with you once the day was over.

In fact, he was so busy running around that he didn’t even see you at first. That gave you the chance to watch him for a moment. Your heart hadn’t stopped racing ever since you’d left his apartment this morning. You hadn’t wanted to tell him like this, but it had just happened. You’d written the note, and when you’d reread it before putting it on his nightstand, you saw the three words that had been burning to tumble out of your mouth for weeks. But you’d held back, because you hadn’t wanted to put him under pressure or even scare him away. You’d thought about throwing the note away, but then… you’d left it there, figuring that he would probably address it, and if it was too soon for him, you could still say that you’d written it in a rush, that you hadn’t even realised that you’d written these three words down. That wasn’t far from the truth, because you really hadn’t, but you’d decided to keep it anyway.

Your eyes followed him through the room, and you couldn’t help but smile, because he was smiling at everyone. You loved seeing him like this, so carefree and happy. But you’d also seen the darker sides, had been there when he’d woken up in the night due to his nightmares, when the fear had gripped him so tight that he’d panicked when he’d hardly been able to breathe properly. You’d been there in his most vulnerable moments and had helped him to calm down. Steve had confided in you, had told you what had happened, where his scars were coming from, and you’d simply held him to show you that you were there, that you weren’t going anywhere. You loved him when he was smiling and taking care of everyone, but you also loved him in these moments in the dark when his walls crumbled and he showed you how much he needed you around. It always gripped your heart tight, so it was probably no wonder that you’d written down these words for him.

“Hey, y/n! Good to see you!” Robin called over to you, giving you a little wave, her smile nearly matching Steve’s. It looked like they’d both had a good day at work so far.

“Hey, Robin. Likewise!” You walked over to her to give her a hug, but you’d hardly separated, when you felt Steve’s arms snea around your middle to pull you close.

“I missed you, babe,” Steve whispered, nose nuzzled in your hair, pressing against the back of your neck. You sighed in contentment, finally feeling at ease for the first time today, because it showed that he wasn’t pulling away from you because of that note.

“Missed you, too!” You turned around in his arms, raising one hand to cup his cheek, but your eyes landed on his hair. “The rain got you good, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, doesn’t matter, though.” Steve leaned in, and you met him halfway, connecting your lips with his in a kiss that set your whole body on fire, made your toes curl in your shoes, because you hadn’t expected the intensity. His hands on your waist held you close to him, thumbs brushing over your skin beneath your shirt.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you mumbled against his lips, putting your hands on his shoulders to push him back slightly so that you could look into his eyes. “While everyone else grumbled about the weather.”

“Guess none of them have somebody who leaves them notes in the morning.” Steve pecked your lips once again, before he apologised to get back to Robin. He was at work after all, you knew that, but it was only for half an hour, then he could leave with you. His words mixed with the look in his eyes made your heart beat faster, because now that he’d acknowledged it, you knew for sure that he’d read the note.

Once the end of their work day got close, you guarded the door, helping them a bit, because you didn’t let anyone else in, only opening the door to let customers out. Once the last person had left, you locked the door so that Robin and Steve could put the finishing touches to the store before you were able to leave - with the videotape in hand that Steve had been talking about.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Robin waved to both of you, walking home for a change because the rain had stopped, and she wanted to give you some time alone. Granted, you’d have that once you got home anyway, but she knew just how much Steve ached to be alone with you.

Steve got in the car with you and drove home - his apartment, because it was obvious to both of you that you were staying the night again. He asked about your day and you filled him in, when you both actually wanted to talk about something else, but this wasn’t the right place, not while he was driving. Steve had that much self restraint to wait until you were in his apartment.

You felt your heart beat faster the closer you got, and you were damn close to combusting when you finally stepped through the door and were in the safety of his apartment. Steve pulled you close immediately, putting his hands flat on your back to hold you to him, while he dipped his head to bury his nose in the crook of your neck. Your own hands carded through his hair, dropping to the nape of his neck to scratch the skin there, just the way he liked it For a moment, you simply stood like that, enjoying being close to each other, feeling his breath on your skin, his hands roaming your back, before he pushed your jacket from your shoulders.

“Steve,” you whispered, slowly pulling back to look at him.

“I love you,” he blurted out, looking into your eyes. You thought your heart would stop the way he looked at you, like you were the sun, the moon and the stars all in one. And you really were. “I’ve been wanting to say this for weeks, but I just…” Steve shook his head, but you quickly framed his face with your hands to make him look back at you. You understood, because you knew how much he guarded his heart after having it broken, and so you smiled at him, brushed your thumbs over his cheeks. “I really do love you. You’re the one that makes me complete. Robin said that you’re my missing puzzle piece to complete the picture and I think that pretty much sums it up.”

The warmth that spread through your whole body, the butterflies that multiplied in your stomach, your knees that nearly gave in made you pull him close and kiss him, pouring all the love you felt for him into that kiss. His hands on your waist tightened their grip, before he wrapped one arm around you again.

“I love you, too, Steve,” you whispered against his lips before you pulled back slightly. “And it’s been the same for me. Just didn’t want to scare you away.”

“You could never scare me away.” he stole another kiss from your lips, before he slowly backed you into the living room until the backs of your thighs hit the backrest of the sofa and you leaned against it.

“I know that now.” You let your fingers travel down to his chest, placing one of your hands right above his heart. “So… about that movie…?”

“That can wait a moment longer, don’t you think?” He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt your head back, before he placed his lips on yours again. Gone was the softness from before, and it was replaced with a hunger that made your whole body tingle. Yeah… yeah that movie definitely could wait.

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