#if I still managed to accidentally offend anyone

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Could I request Accidentally saying I love you prompt with Kid? Love your fics 💙

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Accidentally saying ‘I love you’

WARNINGS:  mutual pining, slight hurt/comfort

CHARACTERS: Kid

WORDS: 1,249

A/N: Thank you for requesting this prompt! I hope you like what I came up with

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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Kid flaunts his metal arm and scars like a badge of honour and constant symbol of his power and ability to endure and win. It shows anyone on the Grand Line and all those back towards where he started his journey how far he’d come. How strong he was and only getting stronger and fiercer, deserving of any rising bounty he’s given. He’s one of the Supernovas, the worst generation and he refuses to show weakness. However by refusing to admit his struggles bring a new challenge for the crew. They’re all well equipped to deal with Kid’s usual brusque and aggressive personality because they know when it’s just Kid being Kid or when it’s Kid in pain and hiding it. When he’s in pain? That’s when they’re out of their depth. 

If they dared to confront him or imply he’s struggling with his old wounds he’d either punch them in the face and throw them in the ocean or he’d only get even more aggressive and defensive. Patience isn’t a strong suit in most of the crew, which leaves the task of dealing with Kid to Killer and you. While you were a new addition to the crew, your role as the ship’s doctor had been godsend. When you heard the telltale roar of frustration and slamming of metal against the wall from the workshop you sighed and rose from your spot on the table in the kitchen. Lightly you tapped Killer’s shoulder. “I’ve got him.”

With careful steps you made your way to the workshop and knocked once before sliding the door open. You were able to side step Kid’s boot as it was thrown towards you. Blinking in surprise at the shoe on the floor you slowly looked towards your Captain. Your head tilted slightly and regarded Kid who was taking slow, haggard breaths. With a sigh you scooped the boot off of the ground and stepped into the workshop, closing the door behind you. “What’s the problem, Kid?”

“I’m fine.” Kid growled and his eyes narrowed slightly when a satisfied smirk twitched at your lips. 

“Didn’t ask what was wrong with you. I meant what was wrong in here to make you lash out.” You explained stepping closer and Kid tensed, knowing you’d already caught him. “Is there an issue with you that I should know about?”

“I’m fine.” Kid’s voice emphasised the repeated lie, still not ready to admit he was struggling to cope with the pain in what remained of his arm and through his shoulder. “Am I needed for something?”

“Nope.” You hummed and dropped Kid’s boot down on the floor, just out of arms reach. “Put your boot back on before you get hurt. Make sure to tie the laces.” Kid turned in his seat to glare at you, his eyes untrusting. He hated you coming to him, your methods of getting him to lower his guard. Why couldn’t it have just been Killer? Under his fierce glare you refused to shrink away, as fierce as your Captain was, your concern for him won out over any other emotion you felt. Deliberately you dropped your gaze to the still untouched shoe and returned your challenging stare to Kid. It was clear you weren’t going to leave until he did as you wished. 

Muttering under his breath, Kid stooped down and snatched the boot, pulling it on and tightly grabbing the laces to begin tying them only to jolt when your fingers lightly pressed into the offending shoulder blade. A growl of pain built in Kid’s chest and he managed to choke out the urge to yell and swear at you. “You don’t need to say anything Captain. Saying nothing means you’re not admitting to any weakness you think you have. Just nod when I’m where hurts the most.”

Kid glared down at the ground, caught so easily by you and your keen instinct. With a small sigh he slowly straightened up in his seat and nodded. He ground his teeth together and nodded each time your fingers pinpointed the areas dealing him the worst pain. When your assessment was almost over you lightly tapped his metal arm, an unspoken request for him to remove it. With a click of his teeth Kid used his ability to make his arm drop loudly to the floor. 

Your fingers lightly pressed against the stump and Kid hissed sharply, instinctively pulling away but forced himself to stay in his seat. With a shaky breath he nodded hard and you knew to start there first. Slowly you worked your fingers into the scarred and tense tissue, letting the heat of your hands and precise movements begin to alleviate the source of Kid’s pain. A low groan of relief slipped out of Kid’s mouth and a small, smug hum slipped through yours. Kid’s eye cracked open and he scowled at you. “Gloating doesn’t suit you, Doc.”

“Gloating implies I’m doing something to be proud of. However since I’m not doing something because you insist nothing’s wrong then I can’t be accused of gloating can I?”

“You’re far too smart for your own good you know that?” Kid grumbled, leaning more into your touch as his eyes slipped closed once more. You were also far too good at easing the pain and tension he’d been trying to ignore. Outside of these moments that you treated him, there was always a fun give and take between you both but still refusing to step beyond that line of Captain and crew and into a real conversation of feelings. With every spike of pain that your commanded and controlled out of his body, the more he relaxed and felt his mind calm, pulling him into an almost trancelike state. “Thanks Doc…love you.”

Kid hadn’t realised the words that slipped out until your fingers paused in their movements. For a moment Kid frowned that you’d stopped and blinked as his mind caught up with itself and then he was hit with his statement. His head whipped over to stare at you with widened almost panicked eyes. Your lips were parted and your eyes held their own guarded panic, your expression was almost disbelieving, uncertain that you’d heard him right. “I-I-I mean…”

“Relax Captain…” You broke the tension with a soft smile, trying to keep your voice light and teasing. You took a small step back and lifted your hands. “My hands are magic, too powerful for their own good. Love spell’s over.”

“Heh, yeah…you’ll have to be careful with them. Dangerous.” Kid returned your smile with his own half smirk, lifting his own hand to experimentally press against his stump, finding he could move so much better now and his mood was lifted, apart from the embarrassment gnawing at him. Swallowing hard he made his metal arm lift from the floor and rejoin against his stump. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime.” You smiled, quickly leaning in to press a small kiss against his cheek. “I mean it, anytime.” Kid watched you leave with a softened gaze and quickly turned in his seat to return to his worktable. With every passing day you were on this ship, you were getting faster at making him lower his defences and your gaze was getting sharper at seeing that which he hid so well. With his slip up today, it was only a matter of time before you got a full confession of his feelings out of him. Just not yet though, but soon.

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Home : bat!family x bat!sister

Summary: no one gets to offend my siblings and father. No one but me. I'll make sure of it.

***

Maybe it was a bad idea to apply for that Erasmus program and leave her brothers and adoptive father alone for whole three months. Sure, studying abroad, expanding knowledge, learning language and customs was an amazing experience, but it came with the cost. The price of being in fear that her family would get themselves in trouble, pain, fight they could not recover from.

The first two weeks of her adventure was the worst, since she was waking up at most random night hours, ready to jump into fight, those vigilantes instincts and habits kicking in.

Those were the nights when she was turning and tossing in her bed unable to close an eye and in result sneaking out her dorm room and walk around the campus like the ghost. The quietness and peacefulness of her surroundings at the academy were so different from those she knew in Gotham, it was almost disturbing.

There was no denying that Y/N was the smartest in the family, even Tim admitted it once (obviously not while talking to her, but she overheard his conversation with Bernard) but at times like this she was second-guessing her choices.

Due to her specific upbringing and family background she also never managed to form any deep connection with her fellow students, preferring to stay by herself, focus on the task and putting a lot of work into expanding her knowledge and skills in technology. She never complained, but from other people’s perspective she was an eremite. Kind, polite with perfect manners when someone asked her for something or while working in group, but still highly reserved. Just like her adoptive father, whose relation to she was trying to keep a secret. And it worked up to the day when one of the lecturers accidentally called her  “Miss  Wayne” in front of the whole class. The second he did it the air in the auditorium froze. She might have been in different country, but for God’s sake she was studying technology, of course everyone heard about the Wayne Enterprises and the  Bruce Wayne.

“You’re his daughter?” one of the boys in the lower row turned around and eyed her suspiciously

“Yes. Adoptive one.”

“Of course. He’s well known for taking kids in, right? Seems like some sort of complex or maybe even a disease” he smirked and it made the girl clench her fist. Her relationship with Bruce might have been rocky, but no one except her and her brothers were allowed to judge and offend him.”

“Care to elaborate on that?” she hissed, eyeing the guy with ice cold gaze

“Miss Y/L/N! Mister Olsen! Please calm down and sit down!” the teacher tried to make up for his mistake but it was far too late for that.

“You misspelled my name once, might as well keep calling me Wayne now.”  the tone of her voice matched the gaze. She was not going to let the guy easily, but getting in trouble with the dean was not a part of her plan. “Now, can we continue with the lecture? I don’t know about anyone else in her, but speaking for myself I would love to actually learn something useful.”

***

Y/N was the middle child. Younger than Dick and Jason, older than Tim and Damian which placed her literally halfway  in the family. Because of that she was a mix of responsibility and carelessness, doing her own thing, not always the right way, but still capable of getting away with a lot more than the others. Not as family oriented as Dick, feeling a bit overshadowed by Jason, highly competitive with Tim and more independent and individualistic than Damian. Still, even despite her “boss bitch” attitude, she was sandwiched between her brothers which made her the best negotiator and mediator in the family. Y/N also had a strong sense of fairness and morality and would always try her best to do the right things. Objectively, not subjectively. And making fun of her family was not one the things she could forget. However, before taking any action she had to gather intel, figure out what the guy knew and then come right at him.

***

Waiting till the end of the class was probably the greatest torture she ever had to endure, every minute stretching into infinity and when it was over the sense of relief almost made her drop the plan. Almost.

“I’m not done with you, Olsen.” she was faster to the door, stopping her potential victim from getting away.

“You want more, Wayne?”

“Please. Hit me with your best shot. What is your problem with my family, exactly?”

“Let me think” he tapped his chin. “There are so many. Like for instance, your oldest brother. What was his name again? Oh, right! Dick. Suits him quite well, doesn’t it. A prick, if you ask me. Definitely a show-off with no skills.” He scoffed “Shall I continue?”

“ Please. You got like three more people to gossip about.”

“The second in line, Jason, right? Oh, the unhinged  one. Violent, mocking, thinking he is better than anyone else around, when in reality he’s just a lost, scared child. Probably a dumbass too.”

“Pretty sure he would agree with that. Now what about Tim and Damian?”

At this point Olsen was getting a bit surprised that the girl in front of him was still unfazed. Her calmness, a sign of silent inside fury making him slightly uncomfortable.   Not enough to stop however.

“Drake…..” the name rolled of his tongue while the boy was wondering what words to choose “oh, he’s the gay one, right? Such a shame that the renowned Wayne family has someone like that as a member. Bet your father would never take him in, if he knew. A fairy becoming the next CEO of his renowned company. How ironic!”

“Hm.” Oh, Y/N was so much like Bruce at times and it showed in the least expected moments.

Damn that girl! How could it not make her angry?

“And …… Damian, the only biological child. Absolutely maladjusted and unaware of social norms and boundaries. Tell me, how was it like to have your youngest brother violate your boundaries and personal space?”

“It was. ….educatory. Just like it was with everything you just said. You presented yourself as someone with some serious psychological issues and possibly an unhealthy interest in my family’s life. So thank you, it truly was illuminating.”

***

“What the hell did you do Y/N?” a very alerted Dick appeared  on the other side of the screen

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” The girl sighted and fell onto the cushions bringing the computer onto her lap to see her brother better

“Don’t lie to me now, sis.”

“I wouldn’t even dream of it.”

“Bruce has been on the phone for the last fifteen minutes and from what I figured it’s about something that happened on the campus.”

“The only thing happening on the campus are students who skip classes.” She mumbled “maybe except that one time when one of the boys lost some stupid bet and blew up the fountain as some sort of punishment. That was funny.”

A little grunt was heard on Dick’s side and for a second he disappeared from the screen.

“Dick?”

“Sorry, I had a little interruption.” He rubbed his forehead “Now, back onto what you did…..”

“Did you say that someone blew the fountain?” third face appeared on the screen in the corner, taking over the conversation.

“Hello, Jason.”

“Hi sis. Maybe I should have joined you in your academic career. Seems like you have a lot of fun there. Besides, I never really finished school, since you know…. I died.”

“We know.” Y/N and Dick said in unison

“Always a good opportunity to remind you, right?” he grinned “Now, sis, tell me, how was it going full rogue on fellow student? I gotta admit I’m proud of you here.”

“So that’s what this is about?” Dick’s eyes grew wider than ever “I;m gonna ask you once again, Y/N. what did you do?”

“Nothing permanent.”

“What…..?”

“Cut her some slack, Grayson.”

“Look who decided to join us.” Y/N smirked “improved your computer skills much, Damian?”

“I got tired of being left out.”

“Since when do you care about the group?”

“Leverage, sis. Knowledge is power, I thought you knew that.”

“Ok, that is enough!” Dick finally lost his patience “I’m trying to have a conversation with my little sis here. Both of you, get out of the line!”

“Mhm, keep dreamin’ Dickhead.”

“For once I agree with Todd.”

“You have no right to…..”

“Guys…..” Y/N tried to mitigate them, but deep inside she enjoyed their bantering. It was a while since she experienced it and only now realized how familiar it was.

“I was here first!” Dick yelled “And I’m the oldest”

“No one cares Grayson! You are a Bludhaven resident now.  Just because you visit the manor does not mean you can keep Y/N busy using the wayne’s devices!”

“Don’t you have someone to kill in the crime alley, Jay?”

“Unlike you, I succeeded in all my latest missions.”

“Is that what you call coming back to your safe house bloodied and injured. You were on the verge of death!” Damian smirked “you were absolutely inept, that’s not a success.”

“You were what, now?!” Y/N shrieked. Her second oldest brother was sometimes too careless.

“It was not that bad, Y/N, I swear. And how the fuck do you know about it, demon?”

“I have my ways.”

“I would suspect Drake of spying on me, but you?”

“Speaking of the devil, I’m surprised Tim hasn’t already join us.” Dick muttered

“Oh, he did.” Y/N pointed out

“WHAT?” her brothers cried. Now there was another one fighting for her attention and it was not a secret that Tim was her favorite making the situation harder.

“I did.” Tim chuckled  “Well, to tell the truth Y/N let me in the channel. We have our ways with technology. Something none of you could ever fully understand. “

“Of course not….”

“Cheer up, Dami. You can’t monopolize all the areas.”

“I would beg to differ.”

“Ok, everyone hold up here. I think we lost the point of the conversation. The thing was that Bruce was on the phone, probably taking to the dean about….”

“Y/N played a little prank on her classmate, is that right?” of course Tim was the one who everything best.

 “He deserved it.”

“Y/n…..”

“Stop using the big brother voice on me! It’s not going to work!”

“How about we use Damian’s youngest one?” Dick teased

“I refuse to be used in this….”

“SHUT UP DAMIAN!” Dick and Jason shouted together and shared a murderous look between one another. Now they were both desperate to find out what happened since Tim would rather die than spill the bean. It was infuriating. They were the older brothers! This had to mean something.

“Ok, that’s it.” Damian stood up and the view of the empty chair in the place where his face should be was highly disturbing.

“That is not good.” Y/N said out loud something that all of them already knew. Her presumptions turned out to be right a second later when the shouting and yelling reverberated through the speakers and a blur of black and green rushed into Dick’s room.

“hey, I want to join the fight too!” Jason started up and with a speed, Wally West could be jealous of involved in the mix of limbs and screams.

“Wait! I though Dick was in Bludhaven! Tim?”

“Not today. We’re all in the manor.”

“And you idiots were talking to me through four different computers?”

“Are you actually surprised?”

“On second thought, not at all.” She sighed. It’s a good thing you are the reasonable one here…..”

“There you are, Timmy” now the situation has turned as it was Dick who appeared in the door of Tim’s bedroom “you are not  getting out of this. If you want Y/n to yourself you have to fight me.”

“And me!” Jason tackled Dick to the ground with a loud thump

“Losers!” Damian jumped over their bodies and came right at Tim

Because of their actions, Y/N was the only one who noticed two men stepping from the shadows and exchanging some words. Apparently Bruce wasn’t capable of putting the boys in their places and asked Alfred to try this instead. And a single grunt from the butler did a miracle as all of them stood up and started explaining and apologizing. Funny as it was, Y/N knew that with Bruce’s arrival she was heading straight towards preaching from her father.

“Y/N.”

“Hello Bruce.”

“Did you break his arm?”

“You broke his arm?” Dick was halfway out but turned back immediately

“No.” Y/n shook her head “I broke his arm and hurt his legs.”

“Don’t forget that you also demolished his dorm room.”

“That wasn’t me. That was….”

“Did you go at him as a vigilante? Wow! Way to go, sis. Now I truly am proud of you.”

“Ok, both of you, out!” Bruce lost the rest of his patience pushing Dick and Jay away. “Now that we are alone…….” he sighed deeply closing the door tight  

“I;m not sorry.”

“Oh, I know. And I’m not mad, because I’m sure you had a reason to do it. So tell me, why?”

“you…. you want to know ?”

“Of course. Look Y/n, I’m aware I won’t get  a father of the year cup from you, but I care all right? Did that boy hurt you and you took retaliation? Just tell me….”

“He was talking shit about our family.”

“And you felt the urge to protect the Wayne’s honor?” Bruce smirked “this is so not like you.”

“Honor, my ass. We’ve lost that ages ago, Bruce. The only thing I was protecting was my sole privilege of mocking you. No one else is allowed to do it.”

“I’ll be sure not to tell your brothers that you miss them. “

“That would be most welcome.”

“And you have to know that we don’t miss you either, y/n.” father and daughter’s gazes met and they both nodded in silent agreement, right corners of their mouths lifting almost unnoticeable. “You coming to visit next week?”

***

Something was wrong.

Something was terribly wrong and that tingling sensation became unbearable the second she climbed the manor’s stairs and reach for the doorknob with a heartrate so fast it would send anyone else straight into cardiac arrest. Y/N however kept her cold blood, focusing on what may happened inside and considering her options and strategies for a potential fight.

She could not expect  that the moment she opened the door four figures would jump out from the shadows making the noise that would bring the dead from behind the grave. It startled her and as a result she stumbled back, hitting the wardrobe and making it shake. She could not expect that on said wardrobe there would be packets and packets of paint and that those would fall down straight on her making her look like some abstractionism painting.

“I hate you all.” She muttered while her brothers run away in four different directions.

“Welcome home, miss Y/N” Alfred approached her with a tissue so she could at least wipe the paint from her eyes.

“Home.” She whispered “Yes, it definitely feels like it.”

It was good to be back.

But she was still going after them. .....

Later. When they would least expect it.

[konigsblog]

short random 141 headcannons, silly/fluff ☄️

ghost 💀;

absolutely hates coffee, avid tea drinker and refuses anything else. a lot of people assume that the cold-hearted killer, simon riley, would hate sugary coffee. but, truth be told, he has a huge sweet tooth that only price knows about, and has to keep him from eating too much.

growing up, he was quiet. a lot of people teased him for being so silent, including his friends, but only in a joking way. he's one of those kids that make friend's easily, just well-behaved in class to avoid stressing out his mother.

acts as if he hates johnny, but after that solo mission soap had, he grew more close to him. didn't like whenever john had to go on a mission without him in fear that he wouldn't return, gradually developed a fear of losing the team - something he'd always had, yet increased further after graves's betrayal.

has a high metabolism. he could eat way over his maintenance calories and not gain anything. he works out in his house during leave, usually eating quick takeaways or frozen meals, rolling his eyes whenever you bring up the state of the apartment. who cares, its not as if he's here most of the time.

soap 🧼;

absolutely loves getting drunk at a club with the team, has to be dragged home by price, him and gaz laughing maniacally at absolutely nothing.

he threw up on ghost afterwards.

because if his flirtatious personality, he's had many girlfriends. they never last long since he doesn't take the relationship's seriousness, still flirting with others as a joke, but offending whoever he's with at the time.

he isn't serious at all, which we've probably gathered from his personality. accidentally laughs at the wrong times, apologise profusely as they snarl at him. definitely gives off the wrong impression and gets embarrassed whenever price mentions it.

johnny knows what he's good at, he doesn't like being insulted by anyone, even as a joke. mention something about him not being as strong as ghost as he's pissed for the rest of the day. somewhat easily jealous, stemmed from when he was a rookie, lean with barely any muscle and constantly teased by others. (heard the last bit from another creator, but i can't remember the user for the life of me.)

gaz 🧢;

doesn't take alcohol very well, especially his hangovers. they're cruel, he has a pounding headache all day and throws up multiple times. laid in bed playing games the entire day, groaning as he feels himself burn up.

is terrified of bugs, absolutely hates spiders. doesn't give a fuck about the spider poem, will scream and crush them with his foot. probably came from when he was a child and got caught in a spiders web, cried to his mum.

definitely has a lot of sisters. they raised him well so he's very respectful in relationships and knows how to treat a lady right. when he was younger, his sister's would beg him to let them use makeup on him, agreeing and getting annoyed when he couldn't wash it off.

definitely youngest child energy.

price 🎣;

when he was a kid, he wanted to be something like a policeman or a firefighter, loves being in charge of stuff.

he's a true gentleman; will hold the door for his wife, giving her a bouquet of flowers whenever he can, kisses her all the time and compliments galore. he's a true fan of cuddling you from behind, sneaking up on you and kissing your neck, complimenting the meal you'd made.

took the 141 fishing, let's just say that it never happened again. it was all peaceful until johnny thought he a turtle, leaning over the lake and falling in. kyle laughed his ass off and simon sighed with disapproval, yet not surprised that he'd managed something like that. price lost a good fish trying to save him from drowning.

loves dogs, not small dogs (chihuahua hater), but big dogs. he loves german shepherds since he works with them, k9s. or a doberman, definitely owned a big dog when he was younger and has baby photos of him on it's back, only laswell saw them.

[heartthumpnovel]

What’s Natasha’s favorite ways to cuddle up with Jason (assuming he’s in taller mode for all of them 😏)?

One thing lead to another and now I've written this: “Well, this was a huge disappointment.”

“Nmm, yeah.”

“Like- I suppose I can’t really blame the staff for not letting us in with me being, you know, a giant.” Jason continued to grumble to himself, his feet attempting to navigate through a city block without causing another insurance pay out. “But for goodness sake, I was looking forward to finally seeing Elizabeth and Alice on the big screen.” “Hmnhm…” Natasha mumbled into the skin of Jason’s neck, fading in and out as she almost forgot that she’d been curled up within the comforting fabric of Jason’s dress shirt collar. Luckily her head was able to use his neck artery as a pillow, following along to the rhythm of his heart. Drowning in the vibration’s of his vocal cords quietly complaining about something she couldn’t make out as she was deafened by bliss.

“Terrible timing I reckon, having it being released after I got this bloody power, ” Jason spoke as he rolled his eyes, “Though you’d think they’d have more room in the theater during a 2am showing right Natasha?” There was no response.

“Natasha?...” Jason hesitantly asked, stopping in the middle of the road with his leather loafers pretty much blocking a lane and a half. His eyes strained to look towards her direction, though impossible to get line of sight on her as she was currently lounging upon his neck. He couldn’t turn his head too much either in fear of accidentally squishing her. That meant he could only depend on his ears and her much needed feedback to gauge his performance as transport.

“You alright there lov-”

BEEP BEEEP!

“AAH!- S-sorry! I’ll just get out of your way!” Jason yelped as he tumbled to the sidewalk to let an impatient driver go about their merry way. While there wasn’t much room to cram his feet upon the pedestrian walk path, he attempted to make do with what he had. Thankfully it didn’t look like where anyone was trying to get home at that time of night, though unfortunately someone was rudely awoken from her incredible nap.

“AH! I-I WASN’T DOSSIN’ OFF GA… Gary… oh.” Natasha awoke with a start, gripping onto Jason’s shirt for dear life. Though the panic that shot through her chest subsided as her brain groggily began to recognize that she wasn’t anywhere near her desk and was, in fact, laying upon her beloved’s shoulder. A curled fist rubbed her eye as she looked up at his looming jawline, “I… I’m sorry hun,” Natasha said with a soft yawn, “Ain’t used to being up this late.”

There was a pause. For a moment a pit hung in Natasha’s stomach, afraid if she offended him for not paying attention to his venting. Though she couldn’t pick up any signs of anger as the beats of his pulse only seemed to become louder and that she suddenly had considerably more room to spread out her arms to wrap around his neck. A reserved engine hummed in his throat and the shoulder below her convulsed. 

Jason held back from laughing, though several chuckles managed to escape him. While Natasha couldn’t see it, that man was grinning from ear to ear. “It’s quite alright,” Jason’s voice vibrated through her, “It was my idea to see this silly movie anyways.” A gigantic hand came into Natasha’s view and while it floated over her, his index finger bent down to trace her upper body before grasping the edge of his cable knit jumper. His warmth radiated off of the wool as it was gently pulled over Natasha’s legs. It couldn’t be helped that she sunk right back tho the crane of his neck as if this was the best bed she’d ever snuggled in.

“Aren’t you…” Natasha yawned before she could finish, “ smooth…” At this point Natasha struggled to keep her eyes open as the temptation was starting to win her over again. A gentle breeze brushed her face and hair as they began to move once more. As much as he tried to whisper, his enlarged vocal cords still embraced Natasha in a comfortable hum.

“You can’t help being adorable,” Jason replied in a hushed tone, “I’ll go ahead and keep it down.” Right after he said that, purposeful (yet weak) slaps on the ridge of his collarbone. “Noooooo please keep talkin’” Natasha protested meekly as she started to drift off again, “your voice… feels …. nice.” 

Jason shrugged his other shoulder, if that is what she wants, he will make it happen. Now being extra careful with the added height, he cautiously strolled down the streets as he carried on with the one-sided conversation.

“Shame that we may have to end up streaming it, the movie I mean,” Jason said, “Psh- You know what? we probably just dodged a bullet, everyone knows that the book is always better.”

[nrilliree]

Why is it always “Rhaenyra should’ve been a better friend to Alicent” and not the other way around? Have people forgotten how friendships work? It’s a two way street and it was Alicent who betrayed Rhaneyra not the other way around.

Everyone seems to conveniently forget that Rhaenyra was confiding in Alicent about her concerns regarding the council plotting to remarry Viserys so soon after her mother’s death so there’ll be a male heir and what does Alicent do? She dismisses Rhaenyra’s concerns, tells her it’s not for them to worry about and “what if your father were to marry?” (which is rich of her to say considering her own father hasn’t and doesn’t remarry). Alicent doesn’t say these things out of naivety or ‘girlish’ innocence, she says them because she knows she’s apart of the plot to get Viserys to remarry - she IS the plot.

God. I’m so sick of people acting as if she was an innocent bystander. She had HALF A YEAR to tell Rhaenyra about her talks with Viserys. Viserys doesn’t raise the question of whether Alicent tells Rhaenyra until half a year into it. She had ample opportunity to say something and she chose not to because she knew what she was doing and the way her and her father were going about it was cunning and conniving and wrong.

And then people are mad at Rhaenyra for not being more understanding of Alicent and the position Alicent was put in when it’s revealed that she’s to marry Viserys - Rhaneyra put two and two together and realised Alicent was scheming just as much as the council was. But yeah, she totally should’ve welcomed Alicent with open arms.

It’s not out of the ordinary for a child to be mistrusting of a step-parent in today’s world - IN REALITY - so, I’m not sure why people act as if it’s so weird or out of the ordinary or like Rhaenyra is overreacting about being mistrusting of Alicent after she becomes her step mother ESPECIALLY given everything above.

But yeah blah blah Alicent the eternal victim, nothing is ever her fault, she can never ever bear responsibility for her actions because she’s ALWAYS the victim first blah blah 🙄

I wrote this a moment ago, but I deleted the post because some anonymous person was making a mess again. Alicent, in Rhaenyra's eyes, lied to her and betrayed her. Alicent, as a young woman of marriageable age (not a child, as some say, because it was not the 21st century), secretly met in the evenings with a single man whom everyone knew was looking for a wife. She went to his chambers alone. She had dinner with him. She gave him gifts. To ANYONE looking at it from the side, it would look like Alicent WANTED to be queen. What do you think the servants who took two meals to the king's chambers and saw Alicent there thought? "Oh, what a poor girl, I feel sorry for her" or rather "she seduces the king"? Because that's what it looked like. And this is the version Rhaenyra knows, because for several months Alicent didn't say "my father forced me, I didn't want it." After half a year, Viserys asked if Alicent wasn't telling Rhaenyra about it, and he didn't forbid her from talking about it. After half a year.

Why did Alicent expect Rhaenyra to confide in her about bed matters when Alicent hadn't told her for half a year that she was meeting her father in the evenings? Especially since she knew Otto wanted to destroy her and Alicent was secretly trying to become queen (according to what Rhaenyra knows). And seriously, what girl would want to continue to be happily friends with a girl who has sex with her father? Honestly. Rhaenyra stopped trying for this friendship, but that's not surprising. Because Rhaenyra doesn't know about the "Otto forced me" version. But she still managed to show some sympathy towards Alicent - when she accidentally offended her with a comment about being locked in a tower, she apologized. During the last dinner, she said that she appreciated Alicent for taking care of her father. And Alicent? She declared open war on Rhaenyra at her wedding, and then spent a dozen years trying to ruin her life.

[mashpotatoequeen]

babies

Thinking about an AU where the Mysterious Benedict Society gets de-aged. Not for forever, but for a week or two. A world where these kids get to be loved and feel loved in times they maybe never got to, and just how special that would be.

I mean, this is a world where a machine is capable of sweeping away someone's mind and leaving them a stranger in their own heads for years at a time. It's a world with duskwort, which can knock out a village with nary a handful in the campfire smoke. It's not too strange or extravagant to imagine a realm where there's some machine or mechanism that can wipe away someone's years and leave behind someone not yet grown. 

Think about it. Kate- who gets shrunk until she's five or six, who is a vibrant ball of energy and is constantly climbing onto shelves and wriggling into unexpected corners for impromptu games of hide and seek. Reynie and Sticky chase her around the backyard and aren't sure if they should be offended or not that she's fast enough to keep them out of breath and struggling to keep up. Constance looks at her- this insurmountable girl she knows folded into somebody else, someone small, and can't quite figure it out how to interact with her, how to coincide them into the same person. Kate just takes her small pudgy hand in hers and drags her around the garden to look at bugs, laughing, and Constance finds it's not so different after all.

"Kate," Rhonda says, "Please, please come down from the ceiling fan."

Kate, slowly rotating and so happy about it, laughs madly. "Never!" she cries, curling around the big wooden panel and wheezing with joy. 

A little dazed, Number Two murmurs, "How did she manage to bring the ladder to the living room? We store it in the basement!"

Moocho whistles guiltily and walks away.

(I'm thinking of Kate being young, before the burden of being left behind truly settles on her shoulders. Who looks up at Milligan and cries out, "Daddy!" with her whole tiny chest, face planting into his knees and laughing uproariously like it's the funniest thing in the world. I wonder if he cries, this man who lived outside of himself for nearly a decade; a Kate who's five or six is still a Kate he never got to hold.)

(Kate wipes away tears with her pudgy fingers, and tickles him until he laughs.)

If Sticky shrinks, he becomes a little boy who hasn't yet learned the anxieties of the stage lights. He's a little shy, maybe, and quiet. (He was the sort of kid who didn't talk at all for three years and then burst out into full sentences.)  Regardless, he smiles more easily than any iteration of the boy they've ever known. Reynie holds him on his lap and they read books together, page after page after page, and wonders how anyone could make this small version of his friend feel unwanted. Kate carries him on her shoulders and races around the backyard with him clinging to her back like a tiny koala. Constance accidentally makes him cry, too blunt and awkward and unused to holding hands smaller than her own. They still get to be friends, though, after the learning curve. She just makes sure to be more gentle.

Sticky is adorable, by the way. He's iddy biddy and he's got round little cheeks and everyone's piling SO much affection on him. "You're so cute!" Kate enthuses, and cuddles him like a stuffed animal as he flails. 

Constance, watching this, crosses her arms and turns up her nose. "I'm cute," she declares, blustering. Mr. Benedict pats her head, fond, and she grumbles but doesn't pull away.

(I'm thinking of the Washingtons, picking up this version of their kid, and it feels like being deposited into the past. It must hurt to see someone so precious, and know that he'll go through so much, and in so many ways it will be their fault. Sticky curls up between them on their bed that night, and he's little, he's so small, and they hold each other's hands over his tiny head, and they whisper promises to themselves that they're going to be better, that their own Sticky will keep growing up and growing older and he'll always, always know that he's wanted.)

Reynie stumbles into being ungrown, and he's three or maybe four. He's got BIG expressive eyes and he's lived in an orphanage his entire life. Consequently, he hasn't been out much and absolutely nobody is familiar, leading to him spending the first few hours crying and hiding before they finally manage to coax him out with the cat the Perumals had gotten him. (They bought it when they had moved out of Benedicts' and into the house next door, because Number Two is allergic.) The cat gets lugged around by its armpits for the rest of the day, almost as tall as Reynie is, and purrs like a tiny motor boat the whole time. Number Two takes two Benadryl and doesn't complain. 

Kate is pleased to find that Reynie is much more enthusiastic about being thrown into the air or being turned upside down as a toddler than he is as a teenager, and takes full advantage of it the moment they're able to coax him into letting go of Moby Dick the Great White Cat. Sticky follows Reynie around and reads him books and lets him try on his glasses, even though they're too big and fall off his nose. Constance is determined to be his favourite, and piles him with snacks and red faced hugs and plays games with him and indulges his subpar poetry. Reynie's just happy she wants to be friends. He's never really had a friend before.

(Miss Perumal gets reintroduced to her son and it's like an ache reborn in her chest. She never knew her kid this young, was never able to hold him close to her chest and have him nap on her shoulder as she walks up and down the hallway. Reynie, hardly grown and already a little lonely, takes her face in his small hands and whispers, "You picked me?" like it's almost too good to be true. 

"Yes," she whispers back, and presses a kiss to his brow, to his cheek, to his nose. "Oh, yes, lovely one. Always.")

Constance, when she gets de-aged, becomes an infant. She's tiny, only a few pounds, her cheeks still red and ruddy and hair hardly a blonde wisp on her head. Her pinkies aren't longer than a nickel, and her toes no bigger than a bean. Everyone takes turns holding her, and Milligan and the Washingtons have to teach everyone how to support her properly in their inexperienced arms. Constance Contraire, for once, is not contrary at all and sleeps through everything quite soundly. 

She wakes up, occasionally, and they all hold little contests to see who gets to feed her the bottle. Rhonda's wins one and Constance flails until she can hook her fingers around one of her braids and settles again, content. Number Two, who is always awake anyways, holds her when Constance starts wailing at night and has a miniature staring contest with her tiny younger sister, wiping away milk and cooing about homemade onesies.  Everyone tries to avoid diaper duty. Nobody gets out of it.

"I think that Constance would like to climb a tree," Kate says, eyes sparkling, terrifyingly sincere and holding a baby carrier. Milligan manages to dissuade her, barely. 

Sticky, on his turn to hold baby Constance, looks bewildered the whole time. "It's crazy how you're going to grow up and become a whole entire person," he whispers to her when nobody's looking.  Constance throws up on his shoulder. Oddly enough, it soothes him.

At some point she ends up in Reynie's arms and he spends the whole time thinking very hard about how much he loves her, how special and wonderful she is, how lucky he's been to have her as a friend. He's not sure how her big brain works, this small. Maybe she can hear him, can understand it, but if she does she gives no sign. She falls asleep more quickly on his shoulder than anyone else, though, and he's secretly pleased.

Nicholas Benedict, several years away from since he's had to worry about falling asleep upon strong emotion, finds himself quite overcome upon cradling her tiny frame in his arms for the first time. He sits down rather abruptly on the couch, tears springing to his eyes, and smiles down at her guileless eyes. "Hello, my dear," he says, soft and gentle and sure, and presses his lips to her tiny palm. 

(Constance, who is so small as to be all instincts and wonder, feels loved all the way through.)

[updownlately]

3 - when she could have anyone else?

series masterlist

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Getting a call midst your mid-day nap was not on your list of ideal ways to spend a Sunday. 

Calming down the part of you that suggested taking the small buzzing device and chucking it out the window, you groggily reached for the offending item, not bothering to look at the caller ID before picking up.

Mind realizing it could be important, you managed to huff out a somewhat polite ‘hello’, doing your best to stay conscious regardless of the comfort of the soft sheets and warm sunlight surrounding you. 

“Can you please explain how Less has no idea how she likes her coffee?” 

The blaring voice of Ella rang through your speaker, you wincing at the loudness and pulling the phone away from your ear. 

Audibly groaning, you wanted to cry. 

Of course, of all the things you could be woken up for on a cherished day off, it’d have to be this.

Wanting to get the conversation over with as quickly as possible, you brought the phone back to your face, eyes closing as your head snuggled into your pillow.

“Is this really why you called?” 

Apparently your response was not the one Ella was looking for, the blonde’s voice getting louder.

“HOW? How does Less not know her own coffee order? Explain, because this is absurd!”

“Ella…” This was not a conversation you would’ve liked to get into, wanting more than anything to go back to bed, to your dreamland, where there was no phones, no talks of coffee, and no Ella Toone.

“Listen Tooney, I have no idea. I think that question would be best answered by Alessia herself y’know? The person you’re currently hanging out with, as we speak, as of right now? The one you took from me on our one day off?” 

Your frustration seeping through slightly, you willed yourself to calm down. Taking a breath in, you focussed on listening to the other girl’s response.

“She won’t tell me! She says it’s a secret between you and her and I can only know if you tell me!” 

Shaking your head into your pillow, you muffled a soft scream before pulling away.

“Tooney, I want you to think back to all the times we’ve all gone out for coffee together...”

Giving her a second to recall the memories, you continued. 

“Now, from all those times, how many times has Alessia ordered for herself?”

There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line, it all finally sinking in for the midfielder.

“…you always order for her!” The revelation caused Ella’s voice to get louder and louder till she was practically yelling once again.

Sighing, you took a breath to calm yourself down. 

“Yes. Good job. Great observation. Now, hopefully that answers your question because regardless, I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight Ella.” You didn’t bother waiting for a response, instead hanging up abruptly.

Gently chucking your phone to the other side of the bed, you pulled on your covers, getting comfortable once again.

Eyes closing, you left whatever little sleepiness you had consume you, sinking into the soft sheets.

Finally.

Or so you thought. 

It was just as sleep was coming to you again, your eyes closing heavily, that the phone rang once more. 

Cursing, you swatted your hand across the bed, eyes still closed. Finding it, you promptly turned off the ringer, the resounding noise disappearing.

Exhaling contentedly, you got comfortable once more, duvet tucked underneath your chin, Alessia's old hoodie the perfect cross between thick and thin for the slight chill in the air.

You were just about to fall asleep again, finding sleep coming to you in the tiniest hints, only to find yourself rudely interrupted by the default ringtone for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Audibly cursing, you grabbed your phone aggressively this time, swiping blindly at your screen until you could hear voices on the other end.

“Ella this better be good or I swear to God I’ll somehow accidentally end up tackling you with my studs up!” 

“Now that’s not very nice of you, is it love?” That wasn’t Ella’s shrill voice…

“…Less?” You winced, your voice coming out a little quieter now. You did not want her to think you threatened Ella every time she called you, even though your girlfriend was probably well aware at how trying it could be to sometimes talk to the brunette.

“Hi baby.” You could hear the smile in her voice and you let out an audible sigh of relief.

You could hear Alessia chuckle. “You’re that excited that it isn’t Ella?” 

“You don’t understand…I was in the middle of the world’s best nap, and out of nowhere she’s grilling me on your coffee choices! Me! When you’re there next to her!” You whined, making your voice heard.

“In her defence, I told her to call you…”

“Less, whyyyyyy…”

Hearing her melodic laugh at your complaining, you smiled. 

“Anyways, I called you because I do need to order and I have no idea what to get.”

Rolling your eyes because of course, you grinned, running through your usual list of questions as you always did, before suggesting a drink to the blonde.

‘Hot/cold, sweet/a bit salty, spicy/sugary’  the basic low-down really.

Once. you had come up with a good drink for the blonde, you recited it to her, having her say it back to you once to confirm she had it correct. 

You still couldn’t believe Alessia didn’t know what she liked and you told her as much, your shock carrying over the phone. 

“It’s more fun when you do it for me,” the cheeky response the only explanation that you got. “Plus, it’s too hard to remember so many options when I could just ask my personal coffee connoisseur.” 

Shaking your head in amusement, you hummed in response, glad that this was becoming a little tradition of yours. 

“Anyways, I’ll let you sleep now. Have a good a nap, yeah?”

“Will do, just please ask Tooney to not call me,” you begged. 

“I can do that…thank you and sorry for waking you! I’ll see you when I get home! I love you!”

Returning the sentiment, you gently put your phone on your nightstand, not even mad that sleep was evading you for the next couple minutes. 

Smiling as you wandered off to dreamland again, you knew you were too far gone for the blonde, unable to fathom the thought of somebody else as your partner, indecisiveness and unwillingness to learn her coffee never a bother when it came to Alessia.

Really, at the end of every day, no matter what, you couldn't imagine yourself with anyone else but Alessia. In fact, you didn't want anybody else, the blonde your favourite person, the best part of you.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Here’s a simple ask. Banette!reader x FNF Lullaby Poképasta trainers? Also, the reader has killed multiple people in the past in incredibly gruesome ways but is friendly with the Poképasta trainers because why not? They also like to hoard plush dolls and they’re also extremely powerful.

Oop my pokepasta interest is finally creeping back in-

.........

Glitchy Red

You’re just like him fr: being so full of hatred and wishing harm on those who abandoned you. But you go beyond maiming--instead murdering them via voodoo dolls.

When you cross paths with Glitchy, you wonder if he’s really a Pokémon himself bc of his impressive Scary Face.

But even though he’s (sorta) human, you actually end up befriending him bc he’s not a typical trainer. He “haunts” a game and seems cool. Plus he empathizes with you on multiple levels.

“I get it. The feeling of no longer being useful...of being thrown away once you can’t offer them anything more. Must be hard for you, huh?”

“Hmmm...Nette!” You offer him a Gengar plushie, smiling. 

Alongside making voodoo dolls of your worst enemies, you loved to collect regular plush Pokémon dolls, ensuring none were ever left behind like you were.

Glitchy just blinks, before barely smiling at the gesture. "...that’s actually kinda cute. Who did you murder for that?”

Grey

Was honestly scared shitless upon meeting you. You just showed up while he was walking through some tall grass and nearly gave the poor kid a heart attack.

He’s still getting used to seeing Pokémon irl since they were all broken/messy glitches/nonexistent back in his game, but he did know the reputation Banettes had.

Tries throwing a pokeball to catch you, only to be flabbergasted when you intercept it and look at him annoyed.

But you notice that he’s not just some dumb trainer who signed his own death certificate..because he’s been dead for quite a while (albeit in a weird state of limbo since he’s free from the game, but not exactly who he used to be).

So you befriend him, though Grey is still very much wary around you despite Shinto immediately warming up to you and sharing your adoration for plushies.

You give him a Snorlax plush for him to hug and hold onto whenever his anxiety gets the best of him. You just wanted him to see you’re not totally evil.

He thinks it’s haunted 100% but doesn’t wanna tell you that, fearing you’ll be offended.

Gold

Immediately believed you were going to harm his Unowns and tried to “Scary Face” you away from his realm.

But you weren’t fazed, and when they reacted violently, you dodged all of their Hidden Power attacks before managing to reason with the doomed trainer.

You can tell he was in a great deal of pain, abandoned and forgotten as you were, so you showed him some sympathy, reassuring him you’re not here to hurt anyone.

With your expertise in stitching, you closed up his wounds and took care not to accidentally use your powers near his Unowns. 

Oh and you definitely let him lean against one of your bigger Pokémon plushies. It’s cute seeing him cuddle up to them and feel safe for once in his existence.

It certainly seemed out of character to not wanna harm this kid when you’ve killed so many trainers like him in the past..

Yet seeing Gold’s dilemma struck a pin into your cold heart.

Steven

He looks menacing on the surface, but you saw his softer side after offering him a Charizard plushie.

Usually he’s not one to accept gifts, though...he just couldn’t refuse yours. Even if it resembled what Miki used to be.

Speaking of whom, she adores you a lot! You’re just as cruel and unforgiving as her while in battle. 

She’d never think to combat you, though, as you’ve made her trainer happy and wouldn’t wanna chase you off.

Ofc, there might be some quarrels over who gets more attention from him considering she’s his ace, but it’s a friendly rivalry.

Steven lets you stick around while you endlessly roam Kanto together, not stopping you if you wanna lash out at some poor trainers who insulted him when he grieved Miki or accused him of murdering Mike (despite it being true and you knowing this, too).

He can’t stand to have any other Pokémon on his team besides Miki, though you’re an exception.

[sapphire-weapon]

Going back and watching the walk-through of re4 OG, I noticed that when they came to the castle right after the village scene, Luis comes by and says he dropped the medicine to stop the process from going further, but he's going back to get it in which Ashley offers to go with him like??? And didn't Leon just said that you were cool not too long ago in the cabin, Ashley??? Leon in the background looking offended.

I'm wondering if Luis on re4r had come instead of being on the cam, would Ashley still had offered to go? But since everyone was basically put on cam instead of being with the group, made me think how'd the relationship between Leon and Ashley would have turned out, would it had been relatively been like the og? Or different? But if that was the case, it seems like Leon and Ashley did get (a-LOT) of time together (unless your speed running the game) and lot of romantic times (platonic my @ss).

The only times you'd rarely see the other cast is whenever Leon is in a bind or wandering, but it's never a lot either. It's like the developer's are saying "Ok, now SWITCH".

Bonus ask: I bet Leon had some ptsd from seeing a overgrown Salamander like in Raccoon City to having seen an alligator. "Oh great not another one" good thing Ashley didn't have to experience that.

THAT ENTIRE SCENE IN OG RE4 IS RE4'S "I know I'm not capable of caring about anyone, but..." MOMENT FOR ME

IT MAKES NO GODDAMN SENSE

IT MAKES NO FUCKING GODDAMN SENSE AT ALL AND I CAN'T MAKE IT MAKE SENSE NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY LMAO

I don't think Remake Ashley would've offered to go with Luis, though, because the turning point for her character is the pep talk scene; prior to that, she mostly thinks of herself as dead weight. Like, she's continuously surprised or uncertain when Leon asks her to help him with anything or to do anything on her own, and that doesn't change until after the talk. So, I don't think she'd have the thought in her head that she would've/could've been useful to Luis if that scene took place where that initial comm happens, since that's right after they get inside the castle to begin with.

And even if it happened during the comm that's right after the pep talk, I still don't think Ashley would've felt empowered enough to go without Leon. She still needs moments like throwing the lanterns for him and her entire playable section.

OG Ashley was hotheaded as fuck and didn't take shit from the start LMAO I actually have no idea how Krauser managed to pull off kidnapping her in the first place, because OG Ashley would've maced his ass and kicked him in the balls. I am CONVINCED that the only reason why OG Ashley ever got grabbed by ganados during gameplay is because of how focused she was on not accidentally getting shot by Leon and literally no other reason.

OG Ashley can kill up to three ganados during her gameplay section. Remake Ashley cannot. OG Ashley will fuck you up.

Remake Ashley and Remake Leon needed to be isolated from the rest of the cast because development between them needed to actually happen, because they both started off as very low-key, somber, solitary people who needed to be forced to grow together.

OG Ashley and OG Leon were at 11 all the time and needed to be split up for their own good.

Shipping OG Ashley and OG Leon specifically is actually tons of fun, because those two are the most obnoxious people on the fucking planet who absolutely 100% would prioritize fun in their relationship over everything else.

Like, all of the emotions that run through Leon and Ashley's shared arc in Remake are still present in OG, but the reason why (almost) no one picked up on them back in OG is because both characters were so determined to shitpost through it back and forth because facing their real feelings was too scary.

So, like. While Remake Leon and Ashley are spending an intimate night in together and watching movies and making out on the couch, OG Ashley has climbed through the sunroof on OG Leon's car and is sitting on the actual roof, and Leon's attempts to talk her into coming down have resulted in his hand going right up her skirt, and now she's giving him road head while he desperately tries to think of somewhere he can park the car and not get seen and subsequently arrested.

Like, they're those people. They're that couple.

Fandom back in the day really missed out on a fun fucking dynamic between those two.

I feel like this post really got off track at some point. What were we talking about again?

[nevereverthem]

TVD one-shot : 💥 [Kai Parker x OC] 💥

Warnings : suicide attempt, mention of death, use of gun

Length : 2k

An unexpected intervention...

One attempt

A metallic sound was heard coming from the living room. When Kai walked in, he was met with an unexpected vision. A woman was sitting on the sofa, a gun to her temple. When she noticed the intruder, she instinctively got up, her eyes growing wide. The fear of being perceived was suddenly hitting her.

Kai stopped for a second to observe the woman, curiosity piquing him. “What are you doing?”

The woman lowered her weapon, frowning at this individual. He didn't look dangerous and had easily passed the house’s magical barrier... She was supposedly safe, but she didn't take the time to consider anything as she was just stunned by his interrogation. Her goal was pretty obvious, wasn't it ? “Killing myself. Now, whoever you are, leave me alone. Thank you.” She faked an amiable smile before looking away.

Kai shrugged. “Okay.”

He had just taken a few steps in the opposite direction, when he heard Luke’s voice yell in his mind, stopping him in his tracks. It was a strange and inexplicable sensation, but it basically felt like one strong smack on the head. He sighed heavily, turning around to face her again. “Why do you want to die?” Then, he half-whispered to himself “It’s the best I could come up with, okay!”

“What-”

Kai gave her an apologetic look, waving a hand in the air. “Don’t worry, I'm insane.” He exhaled, putting his hands in his pockets while watching her. “So, the reason? There has to be one. You don’t just wake up on a random morning feeling like dying, do you?”

The woman clicked her tongue, annoyed by that guy ruining her plan. “You want to know. Really?”

“Curiosity killed the cat… Oops.” He chuckled at his own words.

She breathed sharply, clearly agitated. Kai could sense her heart racing. “Just go.”

She pointed the gun at the exit, surprised by her own movement, her hand slightly trembling. Kai noticed her finger almost accidentally pulling the trigger. She was not used to holding a weapon, interesting… “Tell me.”

She put a hand on her hip, the other dropping down to aim the revolver at the ground. She sighted, irritated by his insistence. “Why would you care? No one does.”

“I kinda have to.”

“Have to?” She repeated, rolling her eyes. “Sorry to be such a pain in this arse for your savior complex! I don't have time to dive into psychology, go see a therapist.”

Kai gasped, putting a hand on his chest, falsely offended “You’re mean!”

She lashed out at him as she began to lose her temper. ‘Just get lost already’ she thought to herself. “And you're annoying! Has anyone ever told you?”

“I’ve heard worse before… more than once.” His eyes dropped to the floor, and for a moment, he sounded darker.

The woman felt the urge to reassure him in a way, to find out why that sole comment had made him switch moods so fast… She shook her head, her grip tightening on the weapon that was still in her hand. “Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I’ve got business to do.”

Kai looked back up at her. “Why?”

The tone of her voice suddenly rose. “Just-” She tried to contain herself. “Because.”

He was not backing down. He didn’t feel like getting into an argument with his brother in his own mind. More than that, he was intrigued by that woman. He asked again. “Tell me.”

“Go away !”

He walked up to her, determined. “You tell me before I go.”

A disbelieving laugh escaped her lips. “Why are you insisting so much?”

“Because I want to know.” Kai’s voice was low and steady. His unusual calmness would have terrified anyone who knew the guy.

She huffed. “I'm like a car crash to you, right? You can’t take your eyes off the show happening in front of you.”

He was staring straight into her eyes. “Just tell me.”

He had managed to drive her mad. She wished she could just punch him and get away with it. “YOU are the pain in the arse here, you know that?”

The only thing Kai knew perfectly was how to tease people and get them to their breaking point. This time again, he was this close. “I like to think of myself as… entertaining. Now, you tell me.”

She was going to kill herself anyway. To hell any consideration, she started shouting in his face “I just freaking want to die, okay!? My so-called family isn't helping me with anything. In fact, they think I'm ‘faking it’, because, of course, it’s so nice to be laying in my bed all day while being in excruciating pain! But I’m just being lazy, right? I’d rather get an awful job where I have to scrape shit off of toilet seats all day than be stuck in that house doing nothing because my body won't allow me…. But, of course, anything I do or don’t do, anything I say, anything I tell, it’s all lies! Because why would anyone believe the shit I’m going through if there's no evidence of it? Why would my suffering be real if they’ve never experienced something similar? Because obviously, people only believe what THEY went through! If I can’t walk properly, or go out, and do normal things like everyone, it’s because I WANT to. Who wouldn’t like to suffer all day and be told it’s bullshit? Every day is a living hell and I tried to fight that stuff, get over the sensations in my body, all that physical pain…. But I can’t take it anymore. I’ve wanted to die for years now. When it all started, people were supportive. You don’t feel good so people help you. BUT, when they realize it’s not getting away, everything changes. You’re not getting better so it’s YOUR fault! You’re not trying hard enough, you’re not making any effort… The reason can never be that you’re stuck with an incurable illness for the rest of your life! That sounds so unrealistic to people… I fought for years, I did! Now I’ve reached a point where I’m suffering, AND I don’t have anybody left… nobody supportive. And before you say anything about me being here. Yeah, I recently learned that I’m somehow linked to the Salvatore family, but that’s not helping either. I can’t stand Stefan's pitiful glares… And that Damon guy ? He keeps telling me that turning into a vampire would solve all of my problems ! I’d rather stay human, thanks, but no thanks.”

She talked so fast and with such raw emotions that she was now breathless. She just rambled to a stranger about her problems. She didn’t even make any sense. His first impression of her was her holding a gun to her head. This couldn’t make it any worse.

Kai had listened cautiously to her every word, and although he didn’t know what she was talking about, he’d caught the most important parts. All the pain that emanated from her speech grew a strange feeling in him, and the family part made him sick to his stomach. “You want to kill yourself with a gun. You know that it makes the blood splash everywhere and it stains the furniture?”

She wanted to feel outraged by his lack of care, but it was useless. She just faked another smile. “I like a dramatic exit.”

Kai returned the gesture with a grin of his own. “Same.”

After a moment of silence, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She then expelled all the air in her lungs in one short exhale, suddenly bringing the gun back up to her temple “Fuck this!”

Kai automatically gripped her hand and perturbed her aim. The sound of a shot left the weapon. She had pulled the trigger.

“You’ve got one shitty aim, you know that?” Kai teased, before falling to the floor.

The woman quickly bent to catch his head. “No!” She was kneeling on the carpet, his head in her lap. “I'm sorry. I’m so sorry.” When Kai deflected her shot, the bullet went straight to his heart. He already seemed to have trouble breathing. “Why did you touch that gun? I’m supposed to be the one on that floor, not you! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” She was sobbing at that point, horrified by what was happening, what she had done.

Kai looked at her, talking in a ragged voice. “Can you promise me something?”

She sniffled, wiping a few tears away with the sleeve of her blouse. “Anything.”

“Don’t die. Don't kill yourself.”

“I…”

He added. “I’m dying. You have to promise. I die, you live.”

She tried to look away. “I can't-”

Kai put a hand on her arm, squeezing it with so little strength. “Promise me!”

His glare was practically unbearable “Okay. I…I’ll live.”

“Swear it!” He urged, as death threatened to take him away.

“I swear. I’ll keep on living.”

“Great!” That's when Kai abruptly sat up, breathing back to normal. He shoved his fingers into his own flesh, pulling the bloody bullet out of his chest. He looked at it with a strange interest. “Those tiny things do really bad damage, you know.”

The woman was left speechless. She shot the guy, he was on the verge of dying a few seconds ago, and he was now commenting on irrelevant stuff as if nothing happened.

Kai glanced her way and caught her expression. It was a mix of surprise, relief and ‘what the fuck just happened?’. “I forgot to mention. I’m kind of a vampire myself.” He grinned mischievously. She didn't respond, unable to form a coherent sentence. “I can't believe they have guns in that house. I thought vampirism made them useless. It’s not yours, right?” Kai kept on observing the metal piece.

The woman suddenly stood up. “You… I… You faked your death?”

Kai looked up. “I prevented yours. By the way…” He extended an arm to grab the gun that she had dropped on the floor earlier. “... I’m keeping this.” He got up and put the weapon in his back pocket.

She had her hands on her forehead, in shock, and utterly furious. “Why did you do that!?”

“I don't want to witness any more deaths…” He murmured to himself. “… or cause them.”

“Who the fuck are you!?”

“Oh, right, manners! I’m Kai.” He pointed a finger at her.

She put her hands down at her sides, answering the silent question. “Alysson.” Then, she remembered. “Kai… Parker?” The concerned individual nodded. “You're the guy who killed his siblings?”

“I redeemed myself, okay? And I just saved your life. You should be thankful!”

She scoffed. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re such a superhero!”

“I like this. I should wear a cape!” He turned around, as to show off his imaginary cape.

She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't deny that it was kind of cute. “I’m not thanking you because I WANTED to die.”

“You promised you wouldn't.” Kai reminded her. “A promise is a promise. You can never break it!” He offered his little finger. “You wanna pinky swear?”

She eyed him up and down. “Absolutely not.”

Kai disappointingly took his offer back. “Well, you’re not killing yourself today, miss Alysson.”

“You're lame.”

“Absolutely not!” He bit back. “I’m handsome, charming and extremely hard to get rid of.” Hearing his semi-joke, a genuine smile involuntarily grew on her face. “Let’s make a deal. You don't kill yourself. You talk to me instead. You can say whatever. I’ll listen and believe you. We can even go out for-... No, you can’t. Hum… I can make you a hot chocolate here! What do you say?”

She was impressed that he had caught some information in her speech. “You take one with me?” Kai raised his eyebrows. “No, right, vampire! That means blood, not cocoa.”

“Heretic, actually.” He clarified. “You could pour some of yours in the cup though. I’d drink it.” She instantly tensed up. “I’m kidding, bad-aim girl. It’s too early in this relationship.” He chuckled, throwing her an amused wink.

She sighed. “Not too early for nicknames?”

“Never.” Kai stepped aside and lifted an arm, showing the way to the kitchen in a theatrical manner. She walked past him and he followed.

As they were heading to the room, Alysson turned to him. “I have a question?”

“Huh?”

“What's a heretic?”

The end.

Life can become unbearable for various reasons.

It hurts so much, the only solution is to put an end to it yourself.

Unless… someone stops you, someone tries to understand and support you.

Today, she found him. He found her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi,

It's badly written and inherently stupid, I know. I felt like shit and wrote a silly little story that I wanted to post.

That's done.

Still hope you found some enjoyment in it.

Peace out. 🫶

The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

[forensicated]

03x11 - Overnight Stay

There is an important gangland murder case at the court at the moment. The jury have been sequestered overnight at a hotel as they failed to make a decision and assorted members of Sun Hill from both uniform and CID are staying over to keep them safe and keep patrolling the hotel both inside and out on every level including garage and kitchens as well as the guest accessible areas.

Ted has the management move those who are not on the jury to another floor by pretending there is a problem with the power on the floor they're on. Bob accidentally knocks into a woman who is laying a table and bends to help her pick up what she's dropped - he's armed with a pistol.

Tony sits on a roof opposite and watches the jury being led in from a minibus and spots a suspect sitting in a Saab a short distance away, radioing through to Mike who is bringing up the rear. He goes to check it out whilst Roy watches the Jury arrive. Thankfully it's just a member of the press who struck it lucky on where the Jury would be moved to.

It's only now Roy tells Brownlow of a rather important problem - there aren't enough rooms on one floor for every member to have their own so some are going to have to share. You'd have thought that would be the first thing that would have been checked but where's the drama in being organised? They don't have any of their belongings with them so Roy is going to have to purchase them some overnight gear.

Reg is placed as the night cover under Brian to liaise with the hotel staff/the police at the hotel and the station. June updates Roy that a journalist has been caught watching the hotel. Elizabeth Carling plays a receptionist and she and the manager are the only hotel staff members who know what's going on. Ted finds a broken window catch in one room and doesn't have time to get maintenance in so decides to use that room as a restroom for the officers so they can rest in between keeping watch.

The usher of the court reminds the jury they must behave like they are still under oath in the hotel and to only discuss the case in official meeting rooms and not with anyone else. The police are only there to protect them from outside influences until they come to a final decision. They're told that some of the officers will be armed and a jury member is most offended and thinks that it's that that encourages the villains to do the same (!)

Yorkie has fashioned a device from a stick and a mirror to look underneath the cars in the garage, acknowledging that everything is done on the hop.

Ted claims the Wheelan Brothers. the gangland bosses on trial, have both the money and the means to be able to nobble the jury but Viv isn't so sure they'll actually go for it.

June sits in the lounge by herself. Her father passed away in the last episode, but Jim has no idea why June has been moody lately (!). Mike reminds him and suggests that it's finally beginning to sink in for her. June is smoking heavily and Bob asks her how she's managing. Her father never left a will so relations that she's never met before are descending like vultures to see what they can get hold of. A messenger leaves a message for a juror, Bob incepts it and takes it outside to open. It is a small envelope with a ripped railcard with a return ticket to where he lives. The receptionist intercepts a telephone call for another juror just after to tell her about her cat having met with an 'accident'.

Roy takes June outside and asks her what's wrong. He left her in the foyer because he trusted her but she didn't spot the courier. She says she can't have eyes and ears everywhere and he tells her to up her game because the courier and call are just the start. "You stay at your post and don't give me any reason to do something I might regret."

Reg leaves a message to tell Roy that the threatened cat has been fed by a neighbour and is absolutely fine and that the wife of the man who received the ripped ticket appears to still be at Bingo. He hasn't been able to track the courier. The court usher reassures Roy that they're very close to a decision and he doesn't think there'll be a second night. Ted has his head turned by an attractive blonde juror.

Ken and Yorkie have passed the point of being bored, unable to check all the cars as more keep arriving often and others leave before they're checked.

A man comes into the front office and reports himself for bigamy to Brian. Brian suggests returning when CID is available in the morning but he wants to get it off his chest as he hasn't slept for months.

Ted sends 2 officers on a break and helps the blonde get into her room with the standard Ted charm. He goes into the next room which has Tom trying to order makeup for the female jurors. "... How do I know what sort of make up she wants? Make up is make up! How the hell should I know?"

Brownlow and Brian discuss the bigamy report and spot Nick arriving having arrested a man with a blow-up doll! "Try and find out what that's all about please?"

The man and his doll have been arrested for making love on a national monument and outraging public decency 😂.

Viv is starting to yawn already as Roy and Bob get their dinner downstairs. SO1 knows it's iffy, Roy claims, so that's why they've passed it to Sun Hill. Bob reminds him June has been through a lot recently so to take it easy on her.

Brian establishes that the man has reported with his bigamous wife, Mary whom he married 15 years ago. They've had three children together, he has 4 from his first marriage 'that didn't work out', and there are a further 4 from a previous marriage. He's surprised to hear he has 11 children and not 10! "I'm always forgetting Madeline!"

Roy goes for a walk around with Bob with June ordering a G&T from the barman - played by Tony Slattery. Bob claims they're more likely to go after the family members rather than the jurors themselves but Roy says it's not their problem.

Viv overhears people laughing loudly in one of the rooms and investigates to find Ted with the blonde juror. He comes out and says he was just checking to see if she was alright and he went in when she (Viv) had dozed off.

Jim has a suspect on the second floor and calls through to let Roy know. The man claims he's hotel security and was checking all rooms. As Bob and Roy arrive, Mike and Jim are giving him a shake-down to see what he might be hiding. He has an ID card and keys and is legit. Roy asks why he didn't stay off the floor like he was told and he claims he needs to know what's going on. "All you need to know is this building is more secure tonight than it'll probably ever be."

A depressed June is at the bar with the Italian bartender offering to take her back to his room with a bottle of Bacardi. She asks him if he has a girl home and if he does, why does he keep chatting women up. He insists he just gets lonely and is offering company.

Nick has to fold the blow-up doll into some interesting positions to deflate her with the drunk asking him to be careful with her.

Brian berates the bigamist for making the situation even more complicated than it normally is. It gets worse - the first (or rather his second) marriage was in Kingston, Jamaica so Brian has to start the form again for the third time. He suspects he might be pulling his leg - especially after the practical joke in Skipper but he's above board.

The barman and June get closer as June gets drunker. Bob goes to find June before Roy does. The barman keeps trying to her June to her room. Drunk June calls him out for trying to take advantage of her. Bob says she needs to come with him and Tom and June introduces them to "Pancho". "...Pepé" "He wants to get his leg over!"

Roy gets a call to contact Brownlow urgently. One of the jurors has had his house set on fire. Thankfully everyone is ok but it was definitely arson.

The blow-up doll owner is upset she's been deflated as he doesn't know how he will reinflate her. "Take her to a garage!" Nick tells him.

As Viv and Ted get their break, an angry Viv considers reporting Ted for saying she was asleep. He tells her to leave it alone and she stalks out. When she tries to tell Roy he's not interested as he's enough on.

June tells Bob and Tom that she's entitled to a drink and can look after herself as they lead her off - they lock her in the sauna to keep her out of the way whilst she sobers up. "If Galloway catches you-" "I don't give a shit about Galloway!" Tom turns the sauna on as they leave to 'sweat it out of her'.

Roy hears strange noises during his patrol of the hotel and follows them. He pulls his gun out and rounds the corner... to find Ted having his shoes shined.

Ken spots a new car as he does his rounds and they look inside. The boys who relieved them when they had their break didn't spot it either. They're about to investigate further as a woman wearing a tracksuit appears and walks towards them before turning round when she spots them. A car squeals as it pulls away when she starts running away from them and a hail of bullets is fired at the officers who keep trying to chase the woman. She runs to the other side to try catch the car but it can't stop long enough to let her in so she continues running with Yorkie and Ken chasing. Yorkie meets up with Roy and Ted in the search. The woman has made a breakaway on one of the floors. Tom spots her but slumps to the floor after a kick to the testicles. He gasps like he's been shot and calls it in. Mike and Jim spot her near the dining room and follow. Thankfully all doors are locked and they manage to arrest her - in the swimming pool!

Ted goes to speak to the security officer and finds him tied up and gagged. The woman remains silent but the security guard recognises her as the woman who smacked him round the head and says she came in with a carrier bag. Viv handcuffs the woman and takes her back to the station with Jim and Mike now dressed as waiters as it was the only dry clothes in their size available.

Roy says he doesn't want to disturb the jurors if he doesn't have to. This means that the one whose house has been burnt down doesn't know about it. The bag could just be a rubbish bag and he doesn't yet know if it's anything to worry about. He's hoping the jury will have made their decision come the morning before anyone has to be told or spooked. Jim reports that they've found the carrier bag, it appears to be a gift bag outside one of the rooms. It was the floor that they were originally going to use to house the jurors but due to a last-minute change, it isn't the floor that the jurors are actually on.

Ted suggests he pick it up and carry it to the river - three miles away - and throw it in. Roy tells him that he wants an explosives officer and to evacuate the rooms either side of the one with the bag. He also wants June up there right away.

The bigamist asks Brian what the punishment is for his crime. "Two mother-in-laws and about 7 years." He tells Brian that he was born in Southern Ireland and Brian checks back and realises that he can't be punished in the UK. "Mr Watson, I wish you and your wife goodnight..... good morning!" he corrects, looking at his watch. "Get out of the station!"

Roy checks the final door he wants to evacuate to find a couple passed out with cannabis in the room. "... I'll leave this to you, mate." He says to Tom, turning and leaving.

Bob goes back to June to find her wrapped in a towel and still drunk. He tells Roy that he's left June in reception. Roy feels he could walk up to the bag and carry it straight out like Ted says but Bob tells him not to. The explosives officer arrives and asks if anyone has a pen knife or similar on them. Luckily Ted does (look at Roy🤣)

The expert goes to the parcel and crouches over it. "I think we should take a walk...." Roy says as the boys pull away just incase. He goes to look and finds that the bag contains dirty laundry and one other item... "All clear!" he shouts, throwing the bag to Ted. John Salthouse's reaction faces are amazing.

"... Your department now."

The police examine the severed hand, thankfully it's made of rubber. The blood is real enough, however. Ted bags it for forensics and stores it in the hotel chiller!

Brian admits to Alec that the bigamist really tried his patience. Alec describes him to a tee and then tells Brian that he calls in 5-6 times a year with the same story!

The next morning a hungover June is feeling rather delicate. She spots a taxi pull up and a grey-headed man gets out with three suitcases. She approaches reception as he signs in and he observes June with suspicion as she pretends to be looking at a leaflet and he then whispers something to the receptionist. The receptionist gives June his details and tells her that the man thought she was a prostitute touting for business. The reservation was made by a construction company in Huddersfield but June is suspicious because early morning is a very strange time to check in! 2 other reservations were made at the same time by the same company and they've already checked in. Their rooms are adjoining. June tells Roy who calls for Ted and Bob to join them. He tries to get hold of Mike and Jim but their radios are affected by the swimming pool water and the message isn't clear. The car that Yorkie and Ken found last night before the woman arrived is the suspect's car and when the boot is forced there are shotguns inside!

Sun Hill evacuates the floor as Roy, Ted, Bob and others gather outside the suspect's three rooms with their guns though find only one occupied by all three. Jim knocks when given the nod and tells them there's a suspect package been found and the hotel is being evacuated. The door is opened and Sun Hill forces their way inside. The three suspects are in one room and it turns out that 2 of them are members of the IRA and the other is a gunrunner. They found bundles of cash and lots of guns and a bomb!

Brian and Brownlow make their way down to the hotels as the jury are loaded back onto the bus. The court usher thanks them for looking after them and suspects that some of the jury have been nobbled as they've found the brothers not guilty. "I hope it hasn't been too boring for you." The usher smiles.

Questions this episode left me with:

1/ Who told the woman that the jurors were going to be on the floor that they were meant to be? And was she meant to be targeting a specific juror given the room she left it outside?

2/ They didn't even mention if they caught whoever shot at Ken and Yorkie in the garage.

3/ If the blood on the fake hand was real - who's blood was it? Was one of the relatives of one of the jurors supposed to be harmed and it be their blood? Or was it just random blood to make them think one of their loved ones had lost their hand? Why put it in a bag of dirty laundry rather than a gift if you want someone to look inside and dig around to find the hand?

4/ Locking someone in a Sauna when they're drunk and turning it on is a really fucking stupid idea. "I know, I'll dehydrate her more and leave her in a dangerous place where she could get burnt or pass out through dehydration and perhaps die! Tom didn't check on her once - it was Bob who returned and he didn't even know Tom had turned it on! Also - how did she get out the next morning? How did they know she wouldn't get out and go walking around the hotel? Especially when clad only in towels! (you can't be locked in surely as a safety device!)

5/ If you're targeted as a juror and have your house attacked by arson - are you covered by say criminal compensation or can you sue the criminal's estate or whatever? I mean that is providing it's proven that they were involved? I know it's what we have insurance for (something happening to the house that is) but the thought of such increased premiums for something that happened through doing your duty as a juror and something you can't get out of without a really good reason must really stick in your throat. And what about those who aren't insured?

6/ Roy says the brothers have gotten too big for their boots and have become untouchable and should never have been allowed to get so bad... so why not tell the juror whose house had been burnt down about it - and therefore the others - to show what they're capable of? Like mentioning the hand 'accidentally' too? Though I guess without an investigation and legal evidence that it was definitely the brothers behind it (cos they wouldn't have done it themselves!) they'd not have been allowed to and perhaps caused a mistrial.

I really need to stop going down rabbit holes. My brain is also bringing up the repeated shouting - particularly the 'ALL CLEAR!' of the bomb off as only 3 rooms on each side were evacuated and also the clanking of the shoe shiner that was outside someone else's room.

[vampiiafan7]

Vampiia meets Bitten

It is a dark, chilly evening. The sun slowly setting. Nothing but the sound of wind rustling the leaves and your shoes stepping in shallow puddles, as you walk through a deserted street. For a second you stop, letting out an exasperated sigh. You look up at a streetlight as it flickers. 'Slowly losing the will to go on, huh. Doesn't that feel familiar.' you think to yourself. You shake the thought and keep walking. After a few minutes you look to your left, gazing upon the biggest estate in town. A towering Victorian manor, grand enough to be called a castle. The pitchblack outer walls making it shrouded in the dark of night. 'If only I could live in a manor like that, wouldn't that be nice', you shake your head and let out a soft chuckle, 'as if…'- Your train of thoughts is interrupted by a scuffling noise and a soft "mreow". It sounded distressed. Coming from the right of the manor. "Arghhh, I shouldn't get involved" you accidentally say out loud, as you try to convince yourself. You doubt for a second, but can't help it "fuck" you mutter under your breath as you hurriedly make your way over to the grand stature of the manor.

In an alleyway to the right of the manor, you see a white kitten trapped under a thicc fallen branch. You look around an think to yourself 'peculiar, the nearest tree is quite far off'. Nonetheless, you can't let the poor kitten suffer any longer and you run over to it, trying to lift the branch. "Hnnnnhg. Hnnnnnnng." you pant "I can't, it's too, hnnnnnggg, heavy". Suddenly you feel a heaving breath in your neck, you gasp as you hear a low voice whisper, "Hello, darling". A sudden sharp pain pierces your neck and you turn around but no one's there. Screaming you fall to the floor. 'What… Is happening' you think to yourself "he-help.. Please someone… He-" a finger on your mouth stops you from talking "tsk tsk tsk, don't be like that darling". You look up in fear and see a slim, tall blonde man towering over you. He singsongs "Now why would you let anyone spoil the fun". You can hear the smile in his voice as you lose conciousness. The last thing you think is, he's kind of …attractive.

You wake up and immediately jolt up right. As you do, you feel a strong wind rushing past you and an arm around your waist, "up already, my snack? I would've expected you to be knocked out longer than a mere 10 seconds" he scowls at you. Slowly, you look around you. The world is so much brighter, almost like you have night vision, the man holding you becomes clearly visible to you. His strong arms, broad but slender shoulders, his bloodshot eyes and pointy ears. You can't help but be pulled in by him, but you stop yourself and quickly regather your thoughts, "who are you and what did you do to me", you angrily yet breathily say. "Oh darling, I have given you a gift. You will never have to fear death anymore, never have to work or eat or feel weak ever again and all of that given so graciously by me, with one tiny bite. You're welcome". He cockily smiles at you. "Y-you turned me into a vampire?" You barely manage to swallow down 'you asshole!', but you don't dare to offend him. "With pleasure. Courtesy of, yours truly, Asterion", he says and let's go of you to make a bow.

It's only then when you remember the kitten. You look over and it's still there! Looking like it's barely holding on. "We have to save him!" you say panicked and make your way over to the kitten. With one hand you easily lift the tree off the poor kitten and throw it to the side. Astarion sighs, without feeling "That kitten is unfortunately done for, but a worthy sacrifice for such a delicious looking snack like yourself". Your heart sinks. There must be a way. Wellp, I mean there is a way isn't there you think to yourself and before thinking it all the way through, you sink your teeth into the kitten, on the top of his head of all places. You could've chosen a better place, but it does not matter, as long as he lives. After waiting a few seconds, the kitten goes cold. He didn't make it. You put the kitten down, deflated. When suddenly you hear a new voice "I'm alive! I'M ALIVE!!!" you look down at the kitten in surprise, but, nothing. You look around you and cannot believe it when you make eye contact with a little floating ghost kitten! He has two gnarly holes in the top of his head, 'we'll have to patch that up later' you think. "What, how, huh?" Is all you can say. Astarion sighs at you as he pinches the top his nose, "Well. Good job, my newly created vampire, you've just created an abomination. I didn't even know this was possible!". You smile to yourself. Abomination or not, no matter what exactly this 'creature' is now, you saved him and all that was needed was for him to get bitten. "Bitten. I like the sound of that", you say hopeful, "that's what I'll call you, Bitten". Bitten twirls happily in agreement. "Thank you mother, I will repay you for saving me. Sort of. By stickin by your side as your bestfriend! ….and as your newlyfound bestest best friend, I am obligated to tell you. Mother, you stink". ….what have you done.

"Okay, okay" Astarion interupts Bitten, "enough dilly dallying, shall we get inside?" He sticks out his hand towards the manor. You can tell he's mildy peeved by his eyebrow twitching. So as to not piss him of, you let him guide you into the house. Walking through the door, you're met with an impressively sized chandelier. Someone's trying to compensate for something… He looks really smug when he leads you through the back. After showing you all the rooms, he opens a final door "and this is where you'll be staying darling", he says while he pushes you down the stairs and locks the door. "Enjoy the basement life, my precious snack, I'll be enjoying you later".

What happens next between you and Astarion in the basement is not TOS safe, so we'll skip that teehee

69 weeks go by…

You've enjoyed, ahem, I mean, studied him for what feels like an eternity. By now you know the ins and outs of what makes Astarion tick. Here he comes again. You know what to expect, but you're ready to give him a twist. Excite him beyond imagination. You go up to Astarion, to the top of the stairs and kiss him starting from his collarbones going up to behind his ears. Seductively you whisper "I'm all yours", he's taken aback and you see a smug, happy look in his eyes. You're ready to give all of you to him- SIKE! You spin him round and push him down the stairs, swiftly going through the open basement door and locking it behind you. "Oh how the turns have tabled, my snack. Let's see how YOU enjoy being my bloodbag for a change. Good night Astarion, or should I say, bite bite". You say as you shashay away. Bitten flies next to you, as you curiously wander through the house, already making plans to paint the walls pastel pink in the future. A smile creeps onto your face and for once Bitten says something nice, "slay mother, slayyyyy".

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

All Flower dance and Spirit Eve's questions for Julian? If they are too much choose whichever of the two you prefer

Let's do both :D Thank you for your ask!

🌺 Flower Dance:

1. did your farmer dance with anyone in their first year?

No, everyone rejected him 🥲 Julian was not offended by this, because he was a stranger to many, and he himself did not insist on dancing. But some people's answers could be... not that harsh. It was fun for him to watch the dance of others, but for some reason an unpleasant aftertaste remained in his mouth.

2. do they like asking or being asked to dance?

Julian is open to both options, although he will politely decline if he already has a dance partner (or is already dating/married). Either way, why not, it will be fun! 😀

3. have they ever been interested in being flower queen?

In the case of Julian, he is more likely to claim the title "flowers king" 😄 ("Why? I could be a queen!"). But he's not too interested in it. Having a great time, friends and cold punch are more important to him.

4. are they confident about their dancing or do their skills meds work?

Bless his poor soul! If the movements are slow and not too difficult, then he will be an ideal dancer. Otherwise, don’t expect something enchanting from him like a split-jump or break dance. He can become more cocky and energetic while dancing (if he drinks too much punch). Though Julian started taking some dance lessons from Emily, so his dancing ability gets better and better with time.

5. do they dress up for the dance? where did they get their outfit?

I kind of wrote about this question earlier, but Julian is not too fond of wearing formal clothes, especially in late spring, when the summer heat is already approaching. Plain blue pants and a white shirt - that's all his clothes. There are a few more spring flowers in his hair (well, these flowers got there when he accidentally bonked a branch of a flowering tree in the forest, but we will pretend that this was intended 🤫).

🍁Spirit Eve:

1. what type of items does your farmer bring to their grange display? do they win the contest?

In his first year, Julian brought various only purple items: a purple fairy rose, a purple fish, a purple iridium bar, a purple crop and fruit, a purple amethyst, a purple cake, etc... Well, Julian did this for ✨aesthetics✨ 🤌 (well, mostly as a joke). But at the same time he managed to take first place. The fuck, how??????

2. what are your farmer’s favorite games to play?

Already answered this, but it's a fishing minigame! 🐠 🐟🐡

3. which game are they worst at?

Slingshot minigame. And it's not even because Julian can't shoot properly, he doesn't like slingshots in general.

4. how many tokens do they get by the time the festival is over? do they buy anything?

1000 tokens from the public display winnings, another thousand in the fishing game, and he bet all this on the wheel of fortune and won big. So its frequent amount is about 4000 tokens. Julian exchanges for those things that he wants, and gives the rest of the tokens to Jas or Vincent (and Leo, if he is already in Stardew Valley). Let the kids exchange them for some toys.

5. would your farmer set up a booth like robin or clint's? what would they display on theirs?

"Booth" - you mean that red and white tent? Then Julian will basically put his most unusual greenhouse-grown vegetables, fruits, berries or flowers there, which did not make it to the main display, but he still wanted to show his work. White strawberries, square watermelon, purple mushrooms - all that you will not see on store shelves. Everyone passing by stops and asks what it is and how you grew it, and Julian is just happy to share the story.

(I hope I translated the word "booth" correctly 😅)

[riverstardis]

lie to me:

omg a poster with noel pointing like that recycle poster of dylan skdkfkkf

aw ethan asking charlie if cal’s okay and charlie’s like “i’ve no idea.” and ethan’s like “right. um, have i done something to offend you?” “no? why?” “you just seem a bit off with me” “no! no, not at all” the way he says that is not very convincing😭 poor ethan

ahh jess olivia and nikki are back and it’s olivia’s birthday

charlie’s getting cross with cal for not telling ethan now. cal says “i’ll tell him when i’m ready” and charlie’s like “right, when you’re ready? meanwhile i have to work with him! i have to talk to him, knowing what i know.”

charlie gives cal an ultimatum. tell ethan today or he’ll tell him

jess got olivia a phone and nikki’s angry saying she thought they’d agreed not to get it and that she’ll turn into a spoilt brat

she’s angrily chopping peppers and accidentally cuts herself and blames jess and hits her and she falls back into a glass cabinet :(

olivia locks herself in the bathroom and calls an ambulance

lmaoo the fundraising for the new infuser has now split into boys and girls teams and they’re having an auction and robyn and louise are auctioning a hamper and a spa day meanwhile jack decides to auction a date with lofty, despite lofty not being willing💀

aww olivia🥺😢

ethan’s treating nikki and he has to try and keep her there until the police and social services arrive

ah cal’s treating a pregnant woman who’s not told her husband she has cancer. love a good ridiculously obvious patient parallel sjskdkfkf

olivia telling dixie “she says it was an accident. she always says it is” :((((

lmaoo dylan’s trying to encourage lofty to be more assertive so he can get the promotion and he’s like go tell jack you don’t want to do it… unsurprisingly he is unsuccessful sjskkf

cal tells charlie about his patient and then is for some reason actually surprised when charlie tries to make his point about telling ethan again

ethan apologises to nikki for when her and olivia were in the other day because they were really stretched that day and he’s not sure he gave them his best attention

“it can be difficult” “at least you’re doing something that helps” “i often wonder” ahh the cracks are starting to show. cue his mental health rapidly declining :(

he gets called away and he asks a nurse to take over dressing her finger but she immediately gets up when the nurse isn’t looking😬

the patient says to cal “could you tell him, if you were me? could you do that to someone you love?” and cal looks over at ethan😭😭😭

“look, cheryl, you’re always the smart one aren’t you? the fast chat, the comebacks. but not this time. because there’s no answering back, not with this, and you don’t know what to say or do. and you don’t wanna tell dave, because you don’t want him to see how scared you really are. problem is it’s not going away and you have to face it. but please, not on your own, not anymore” are you sure you’re still talking to her and not yourself cal?

“you’re a pain in the backside, doc, has anyone ever told you that?” “frequently” sjdkfkfk she’s not wrong

lofty’s now full on hiding from jack sjskdkfk

ethan gets back to nikki’s cubicle with the police but she’s long gone :(

dixie takes jess and olivia back home to pack some stuff to escape but nikki’s already there and she grabs olivia holding a knife😰

this is making me cry ngl

she tries to force them to go back to celebrating olivia’s birthday and she lights the sparkler on the cake and tells her to make a wish but she slips out of her grip and shouts how she wishes she would go away

so of course nikki decides the throw the cake with the sparkler she just lit at them, what a clever thing to do /s

the patient told her husband and he took it badly so cal’s managed to learn the wrong lesson sjsjddjjf😭

“i thought she was being selfish, but actually all she wanted was to protect him. charlie, he’s all i’ve got left, and that’s all—“ “tell him. the truth.” “and then what?” “be his big brother” 😭😭😭

olivia :(((

nikki’s badly burnt (deserved) and ethan’s treating her again and she’s like “earlier, you were trying to keep me away from them weren’t you?” and he says yes but that he took his eye off the ball and she goes “i wish you didn’t” great now he has an abuser’s injuries (that were her own fault) on his conscience😭😭

oh dylan’s treating dixie for smoke inhalation and he says that she saved 3 people from a burning building so she’s a hero whether she likes it or not and she’s like even if one of them wasn’t worth saving and says how if she’d left her she’d never hurt anyone again and dylan’s like “we save lives. it’s not ours to judge which are worth the effort” that reminds me of his comment about that abuser the other week, keith was it?

jack was waxing lofty’s chest and now he’s spraying him with fake tan and rita walks in on them😭😭😭 she’s like “and to think, i thought you were ready for that promotion”

“my career’s over. she’s seen my bum.” “well look on the bright side, at least it’s tanned”💀💀💀💀

i feel like i’ve said this before but how tf do they manage to count how many compressions they’ve done while talking and thinking of how to save the patient and everything else like i could NOT do that let me tell you. this kind of thing always makes me think of lucy from ER when carter says she’s addicted to her adhd medication and tells her to come off it and she becomes an absolute DISASTER of a doctor and has to go back on without telling him. ER was actually maybe even better than casualty in terms of disabled rep, i mean clearly they knew how to do adhd right unlike casualty.

not nikki trying to get jess to forgive her?? girl shut the fuck up

the girl playing olivia is actually incredible

dixie and olivia🥺

THIS SCENE

cal’s making a crisp sandwich with a glass of milk and ethan comes in looking a bit upset and cal’s like “bad day?” “the worst. just, no time to think. everything going wrong.” “ethan, there’s um, there’s something i wanted to say—“ “hey are you having a thursday night special?” “yes, mum’s bridge night. i’m really glad she never knew what i used to feed you, she’d never let me babysit again i’ll tell you that”

“we were so lucky growing up, with mum” CALS FACE😭😭 bit awkward given what he’s trying to tell him… also note the lack of mention of their dad here

“about mum—“ “this little girl today, and her mum jess. and jess’ partner. i could’ve done something weeks ago, but i missed the signs, i was too busy, and then today…” then it cuts to charlie spotting them and smiling looking relieved. he is for some reason assuming that cal is finally telling ethan everything despite it very clearly being ethan who’s talking??? also ethan please stop interrupting him right when he’s going to tell you😭

it switches back to the staff room “urgh i don’t know, i just can’t get them out of my head. sorry, what did you want to say? please tell me it’s good news. i need that” …yeah no i’m afraid not bestie

you can see cal wrestling with whether to tell him or not and then decide not to and goes “it’s just that this looks as good as it’s ever looked. go on” and he gives ethan the sandwich and the glass. ethan says thanks and cal goes “drink your milk” 🥺🥺🥺

lofty’s asked jacob to step in for him in the auction and jack’s like “you’ll do” sjskkfkf

there’s a hen party there and they’re bidding on him and then he shows his abs and jack jumps up and outbids them all SJDKKFKG

[adhd-positivity]

Hey, so since I was recently determined to likely be autistic, I'm updating one of my OC's lore to include him being autistic. One of the earliest pieces of his lore is that he's "mute", but I'm wondering if I should change this what with the autism lore update. I don't want to accidentally offend the nonverbal autistic community. I'm not nonverbal myself. What do you and your followers think?

Hi! I can’t personally speak to that situation myself, as I haven’t lived that specific experience. I invite anyone from that community who is interested in responding to do so!

My understanding is that with any type of representation of a community we don’t personally belong to, intent and knowledge are very important.

1. The intent to create positive and accurate representation of community.

2. The knowledge acquired by thorough research of those communities we wish to represent.

I hope this is helpful, and I will accept criticisms or corrections if I’ve misspoken. This is just what I’ve managed to learn about representation on my own, and I am still learning!

[eosthedumpling]

So I (finally) managed to make an appointment for my 2nd ADHD-test (the result of the first one basically said "can't be diagnosed definitely, please take an ADS-test and try again), which was a bit of a hassle because, well,

I HAVE ADHD,

which makes it hard for me to remember stuff, like, for example, making appointments.

It's been a few weeks, and I got the results today.

I have 3 diagnoses:

The first one we already knew about: Autism, Asperger's to be exact (yes, that's not a separate diagnosis anymore in the US, yes, I wish that was the case here as well, yes, that (allegedly) is about to change)

The second one was to be expected: ADHD. Yes. That's why I was there.

Now the third one, the third one is a problem: Transsexuallity.

"Why is that a problem?", you ask?

Well, for one, I think it's not ok to classify that as a mental disorder, that's just mean.

But the real ticker is

I'm not trans.

And this isn't a "crack my egg" realization moment, either, it's just. Not true?

Am I a hyper feminine woman? No. I'm autistic, ffs, I don't understand all those unnecessary rules of femininity, lots of women's clothes are not just plain uncomfy, they give me sensory issues. I'm about to throw out all my t-shirts (that are my size, I'm keeping the baggy ones) because I realised that I don't like having fabric in my armpits (which means all tank tops with tight arm holes also have to go), and I don't wear wire bras unless it's a Special Occasion™.

Did I shave off my hair completely about 3,5 months ago and am currently wearing it in a "typically male" style (short in the back and on the sides, longer and all sticky-uppy on top)? Yes, and so are tons of neurospicy women on the internet, but when I think of myself I still picture long hair, I only did it because it's something that should be on everyone's bucket list imo, as should growing you hair out real long (and my hair was at a really annoying length - to long for man bun, to short to braid, so it was a good time to do it).

Did I just start an apprenticeship as a carpenter, a very physical-exercise-intense, typically male profession? Yes, and am I the only girl in our group of new apprentices? ALSO YES, BUT WHAT DOES LIKING WOODWORKING HAVE TO DO WITH MY GENDER IDENTITY????

Did I tell the psychologist that I can somewhat empathise with people who get upset if someone uses the wrong pronouns for them, because I have an unusual first name that (uneducated) people tend to mistake for a man's name (I'm named after a Greek goddess, ffs, godDESS), so I get letters and emails addressed to Mr. eosthedumpling, which is why I've started adding "(she/her)" to my email signature? YES!!!

So what happened? Where did he get confused? When did being gender-nonconforming start automatically meaning you're trans? When did not liking the way I, as a woman, am treated in a patriarchal society start automatically meaning I must be trans?

I have boobs.

I like them.

I have a vagina.

I like her.

I have a uterus.

I like her, too (the periods we need to talk about, but I'm afraid she won't budge on that for the next 3 decades or so).

I don't have a penis.

I'm... not mad about it? Kinda indifferent about it? Would take one if offered out of curiosity, but only if it comes with a switch-back function (that maybe includes switching the "having boobs" buff on and off whenever I want, don't get me wrong, I love them and I'm not giving them up for anything less than saving my life, but they can be uncomfortable and annoying sometimes)?

So yeah.

Im not sure where I was going with this but I guess we have arrived.

Thanks for patiently reading this kinda long-ish post, hope you had fun on the ride, and I hope I didn't somehow accidentally offend anyone or hurt anyone's feelings, this really only is about me, if you experienced any of the things listed above on your trans journey that's perfectly valid, it's just.... I don't believe your interests and your gender identity have to influence each other in any kind of way, it's ok to play with Barbie dolls AND Hotwheels, it's ok to like blue AND pink (or neither, or only the "wrong" one), it's ok to enjoy cooking and cleaning AND chopping wood and fixing cars or whatever gendered activities you can think of, and if anyone tells you otherwise they've probably been conditioned by society to believe that, have mercy on them