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libraryraccoon · 9 months ago

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The Aeon Of Creation : Surprise ?

P1 (here) -> P2 (coming soon)

TW : English isn't my first language, bad english. Spoil Penacony quests.

Gender : Male/GN

Pronouns used : He/They

Info : I was sad when I haven't found any hsr sahsr au, so I decided to write one.

There was an Aeon that everyone know in the universe.

The first Aeon that have been appeared, The Aeon Of Creation.

It’s said that The Aeon Of Creation was the first being that had appear, that it’s them that have create the universe, the worlds, and that have created the others Aeons. That it’s them that say who can be an Aeon.

But no one has seen them for a while now. Even the others Aeons were worried, even Nanook.

It’s only decades later that a trailblazer saw them.

<----->

His name was Caelus, he was in a dream at Penacony when he meet them.

They seems so familiar, but also they seems like a stranger.

“Excuse me.” Said the grey hair, looking at the h/c hair. “Have we met before ?”

They had h/l h/c hair, e/c, s/c, and they were wearing a white shirt with a sleeveless sweater on top, a trench coat, black pants and shoes.

They had a men body, and they look like a men in every way. But, more Caelus was watching them, more they don’t seems to be human, and more they remember him someone- but he don’t know who.

It was.. strange.

“Maybe yes, maybe no.. Who know ?” ask the person-thing. “I'm sorry, I have a bad memory."

They were lying, Caelus didn’t know how, but he just know it.

He hate when people lie to him.

“I’m Y/N and my pronouns are he/him. Just a person traveling in the universe. Nice to meet you.” He introduced himself lifting his hat a little in a sort of reverence- since when did he have a hat ?!

Caelus ask no question -he was used to things like that.

“I’m Caelus, a nameless.” He said, Compared to usual, he didn't make a joke or show off like he usually did. He didn’t really think about it at that moment.

<----->

Caelus was often with Y/N.

They was what we can called ‘best friend’.

Every time Caelus was in Penacony, he would go straight to Y/N.

Y/N gave off a sort of comforting and familiar aura. One that he found difficult to part with. Maybe the reason he clung so tightly to his friend was to avoid a repeat of Firefly, to protect him. Caelus didn't know, and he didn't search for an answer, focusing on the present.

“Caelus ! Do attention ! I swear one day you will die soon if you continue like that !” His friend swore as Caelus passed on the road to join him, not paying attention to the passing cars, almost being run over by one.

Caelus only give a nervous laugh at that.

<----->

Being the Aeon of Creation for them was boring.

They knew everything, having nothing to learn. That annoyed them. They wanted to learn, to discover things.

But with their creations worshiping them, some much, MUCH, more than others, it was impossible. So they took a human form and visited the planets, the worlds, that they had created from another point of view.

<----->

Humans were very attached to all this gender and sex stuff, so they took on a masculine appearance and he/him pronouns. Like that, they really look like the other humans ! Well, except for their blood. They had a blood that was like the universe, no, that was like their blood was the universe ! Just like their tears. And it's never touching the ground, disappearing in the air. They had to be careful for not being hurt or crying in front of people (but why and how they know their tears colors ?)

They was travelling alone until they meet him.

He was a boy with short grey hair and yellow eyes. His name was Akivili.

They traveled the universe together, in the Express.

Akivili was their first friend, their first best friend,

Their first love.

They were really closed, and the Aeon realized too late that they were falling for him.

The day they wanted to confess, Akivili disappeared.

The Aeon of Creation have done all for finding him, but always in a human form, they didn’t want people to realize who they was.

And, one day, in a dream they meet someone that look like Akivili.

His name was Caelus, a nameless, just like Akivili.

The Aeon of Creation thought that maybe, just maybe, he was Akivili, a reincarnation, or a descendant of him. They were sure the two were related.

Especially that he have the name Akivili wanted to give to his son.

The day before the Creator turn Akivili into an Aeon.

“Hey, if one day you have a kid, what name will you give them ?” ask Akivili.

“Huh- I don’t know ?” said the Aeon confused. They thought about how everyone always gives two names to this question, one feminine and one masculine. “Aether if it’s a boy and Stelle if it’s a girl.”

“Great names. You’re always creatives for names.” Said the mortal.

“And you ?”

“Caelus if it’s a boy and Lumine if it’s a girl.” Akivili answer easily.

Akivili always had something for picking great name.

It’s him who gave them the name Y/N after all.

So, for knowing who really Caelus was, they decided to stay with him.

Of what they had understood, he lost a dear friend, so Y/N helped him at the same time with all his grief thing.

And that worked ! Well, in a way ?

Caelus was feeling better now that Y/N was here, but he was what mortals called ‘clingy’.

The Aeon found that funny – Akivili was always clingy with them when he was tired. So that make them think of the past.

They was happy to compare Caelus to Akivili, making some theories about it, and not to some creep that prayed them..

Maybe The Aeon Of Creations have what mortals called a trauma caused by a few of their believers.

<----->

The Aeon Of Creation is traumatized of all this Sagau imposter AU/j I thought making the creator having a universe color blood and tears will be funny because, you know, they created it- The Creator thinking Caelus is Akivili is an idea that would hurt when it will be more developed.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x gn reader #hsr x male reader #gn reader #male reader #hsr sahsr au #honkai star rail sahsr au #honkai star rail x gn reader #honkai star rail x male reader #akivili x aeon of creation #Raccoon is writing #sahsrau

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bluntloyalist · 5 months ago

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didn't want to come across as passive aggressive putting this in the reblogs so here's a separate post about my thinky thoughts on she/her tsubaki. mainly because i do what i want forever but if canon happens to make a convincing argument for it thats nice too since i am incapable of shutting the hell up

1. KIRYU EXISTS

people love tsubaki's whole thing of accepting herself for who she is regardless of what others think. this is something i've seen repeated a lot in comments re: the official translation's he/him pronouns, and when fighting through the generally hypermasculine trenches of shounen anime/manga it's understandable want more male characters who stay true to themselves by rejecting social norms and openly embracing their femininity...however i fear we are forgetting our history 😔 the femboy diversity hire has been here all along yall our quota is full !! really tho kiryu was MADE for the girls and the gays even without getting into his personality just look at him. the pink hair. the piercings. the accessories. the off the shoulder drip. like come on COME ONNNN give him his genderqueer props

2. THE RAWS

i don't know japanese so i can't actually get too deep into how she speaks and is referred to BUT what little i can say is this. she used to use the personal pronoun ボク (boku) [katakana] as a child, and this is a common way for young boys to address themselves, but at some point she switches to ワタシ / あたし / 私 (atashi) [katakana/hiragana/kanji] in order to present and be percieved as female/feminine. this is a form of gender expression unavailable in english due to our limited number of first person pronouns and it's extremely important to her character due to how deliberate and intentional of a decision it is (though for the sake of interpretive fairness i feel like i have to say i'm not culturally knowledgeable enough to discern if it's used in a 女性語 vs オネえ言葉 context or how/if her speech patterns fit into those categories). shizuka also specifically thinks of her as an older sister 姉 (ane) [kanji]

3. DEPTH OF INTERNAL CONFLICT

tsubaki's childhood feelings of alienation, displacement, and deception are way too extreme to come from someone who only wears women's clothes because he likes the fashion (imo). this doesn't read as a young boy who's into girly hobbies and is scared people will make fun of him for it; this reads as a young trans girl who is tormented by the act of constantly lying about who she is, but who knows that living truthfully will get her utterly rejected by the majority of the people she knows. she just doesn't have the language to explain herself beyond liking pretty things and not being like "other" boys. tumblr won't let me add another photo but the shot of her looking at her reflection in the window and calling herself a liar at the beginning of the chapter...there is something so incredibly and incommunicably transgender about those few panels

IN CONCLUSION: i don't necessarily hate the official he/him decision because it will be very very cool if nii satoru actually is playing 4d gender chess with tsubaki like that but i simply do not know or trust the editorial team enough to take their word on her english pronouns (<- is hypervigilant about microaggressions against trans women)

#anyway tsubaki my beloved <3 #posts #wind breaker #tsubakino tasuku #sidenote my inner oppositional demon is demanding i write a he/they tsubaki fic now specifically bc i made this post. about she/her tsubaki #why am i like this.#no readmore if you wanna scroll past you gotta put in that effort babey !!

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hunterevie · 3 months ago

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Story - Cas’s new wardrobe

Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating - Teen

Word count - 2230

Summary - Dean decides Cas needs some new clothes now he’s spending more time on Earth. Not trusting the Angel to go and pick out some flattering new outfits for himself, he decides to take the angel clothes shopping.

Since they got him back from the empty, Cas had still worn that same stupid get up. The suit, the tie that sometimes is tight but other times just hangs loosely around his neck, and that dorky tan trench coat. In the past it didn’t bother Dean, he was so used to the angels clothes he barely gave them a second glance. But now whenever he looked at Cas he could just see that confession of love; the tears in his eyes before he sacrificed himself and was taken by that black goo.

That was why Dean needed to get him a new wardrobe.

He found his husband in their little cave. A pile of fiction books around him on the floor. Everything from crime, horror, romance and drama. Ever since they had given up their hunting days, Cas would just sit and consume as many books as possible. In the last month he believed he had managed to read through at least 100 novels. Being an angel meant he was able to consume the words on the page more quickly.

Or at least that was what he claimed. Dean didn’t know either way.

“Cas come on, we’re going clothes shopping.” Dean informed him, pulling him away from the current book he was reading. A Clash of Kings, the second of the Game of Thrones books. One that Dean had been meaning to read but Branns story just bored the hell out of him and every-time he tried he found his focus waning. Cas looked up from the pages, raising an eyebrow at his husband whilst replacing the bookmark in the pages.

“Clothes shopping. Why?” The fact he even needed to ask that question was a good indication they this trip was long overdue.

“You mean aside from the fact you have been wearing the same clothes since I first met you in that barn?” Cas looked down at them, opening his trench coat and examining the suit.

“No I haven’t.”

“Oh I’m sorry. My mistake. The trench coat is different.” Dean responded, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. Disbelieving that his husband was even disagreeing on this one minor point. “Come on Cas, wouldn’t it feel nice to have a whole new wardrobe?”

“It would. Maybe I do need some more clothes.” He said, thinking to himself before looking back to his husband. “But you don’t need to come with me. I can do this on my own.” Oh no, that was not going to happen. He did not want to see what kind of weird and bizarre things Cas would come back with if he was let loose in a clothing store alone.

“Er…no that’s okay. I don’t mind coming with. It could be a fun couples activity.” The little tilted head and eye squint was enough to show Dean that Cas didn’t believe him.

“You don’t trust me to buy my own clothes.”

“It’s not…okay yes it’s that. Come on Cas you don’t have a great record in dressing yourself. I mean look at when we found you at Aprils? The colours were all off and just didn’t look right together.”

“Dean, I was homeless and my suit had blood on it. I didn’t exactly have many options in the clothing department.” Oh that was a bad example. Dean felt bad about that one, he completely forgot the April incident happened when Cas was at his most vulnerable.

“Well…how about when I found you married to that woman…” Dean started, wanting to move on as quickly as possible.

“Daphne.”

“Yeah Daphne.” He did his best to stop the malice coming out in his voice when he said her name. What kind of woman finds a guy with amnesia and marries him without finding out who he really was? An oddball. He was just grateful they didn’t consummate that marriage. He could barely contain his possessiveness as it was. “You were dressed like some bible bashing house husband.”

“I had little say in what I wore then. Daphne was very specific on how she expected her husband to dress.” Oof, two and zero for Dean there. Neither was a very good example. Not knowing how to respond to that revelation about Daphne he just got back to the matter at hand.

“Okay well, I’m going to take you shopping anyway. So come on, I’ll meet you in baby in 5.”

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Cas grumbled about the need for having a chaperone to buy new clothes all the way to the store. By the half way mark Dean was starting to become annoyed, knowing his husband wouldn’t let it drop he made a deal. Cas could pick out some clothes he would like to try on, and Dean would pick out some he thought his husband would look good in. It seemed to appease Cas somewhat and he was a little happier for the remainder of the journey.

When they arrived they both did their own things. Cas choosing the, likely dorky, clothes that he was used to wearing and Dean going for things a little more comfortable. Day to day clothes rather than suits and shirts. By the time he had finished, Cas was already in the changing room trying things on. He took up residence on the sofa outside, sending a message to say he was there for Cas to show what he had picked out. He scrolled through the latest news as he waited for his husband to pop out in his first outfit.

He was not surprised when he did.

“Cas…that’s basically what you already wear.” Dean said when Cas walked out dressed in a black suit with white shirt on. The only difference was the red tie he wore and the fact it was slightly more fitted. Whilst he did look good in it, and Dean was more than happy for him to buy it, it did defeat the purpose of a new wardrobe as he was keen to get him away from these kind of clothes.

“I know but I feel comfortable in it. And it’s very good quality.”

“I get that. We will get it. Your suit could probably use an upgrade anyway. Let’s see what else you picked out angel.” Cas skittered back into the changing room, emerging only a couple of seconds later with a new outfit. Dean could only chuckle, it was obvious he was using his grace to get unchanged and changed quickly. Clearly deciding that changing like a normal person was too onerous.

“A cardigan Cas really? You look about 80.” It was brown and just not a very nice colour. One that you probably would find on your grandad in.

“Well I am older than time itself Dean.” Smartass!

“But you’re in the body of a man in his 40s so no. Not that.” With that he floated back into the room. Again emerging less than a couple of seconds later. Dean really hoped nobody was seeing this on CCTV. That would result in some uncomfortable questions about how his husband was so quick to change.

“What are you a bee surgeon?” The heated glare from his husband didn’t stop him from being happy that he came up with that line. Chuckling to himself as Cas just continued to show his displeasure. It was a bright yellow shirt, which would have been bad enough, but for some reason there were large black blobs on it. It was one of those shirts he would probably buy Cas as a joke, but wouldn’t expect him to wear. The fact he picked it out for himself was a concern to Dean. “I think a no for that sweetheart.”

And it continued like that. Cas modelling what he had found and Dean providing harsh critiques on each outfit. Out of the 20 or so, Dean liked only 3 and they were put in the to buy pile. The rest were hung back up ready to be put back in the racks. One thing that Dean noticed was his husband didn’t look for trousers outside of black slacks. No jeans, nothing comfortable for the bunker, just those uncomfortable suit trousers that he was so used to wearing.

This was exactly why he didn’t want to leave him to do this alone.

“Okay. Now my stuff.” He picked up the pile of clothes next to him and handed them to his husband who eyed him sceptically.

“There’s no flannel in here is there?”

“Oh sweetheart, you couldn’t pull off flannel.” A small chuckle came from Deans throat before he moved forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Cas’s lips, aware he hadn’t kissed him since early this morning and missing that connection to his husband. “Come on scoot. Try on the clothes.”

When Cas shuffled back into the room, Dean could feel the anticipation coursing through his veins. Excited at the prospect of his husband wearing some of the nice t-shirts he picked out for him. Knowing that he would look good in all of them.

When he came out in the first outfit, he wasn’t disappointed.

It was a nice dark red polo shirt. The arms stretched nicely across Cas’s thick arm muscles, almost straining to keep them in as he crossed his arms ahead of him. With it he picked out the nice navy jeans that Dean had found. They rested nicely on his hips and pulled tight against his thick thighs and bulge, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

“Wow Cas, you look…so so amazing.” Dean breathed out, standing again and making his way to his husband. Sliding a hand up his bicep and squeezing a little. Oh yeah he was a good judge of clothes. Unable to stop himself, he crowded his husband back against the wall. Pressing his body close as he took his lips for another kiss, this time harsher than the last. Small shivers went down Cas’s spine as he felt hands rubbing up and down hips, a tiny whimper left his lips as his husband deepened the kiss. Massaging their lips together and pulling stuttering little breaths with every movement. It took Cas all of his strength to not just whisk them back home.

When they broke apart they stayed connected, foreheads touching as Dean played with the collar on the polo shirt. The world had condensed to just them, they were in their own little bubble and as far as they were concerned nobody else existed at this moment.

“You’re gorgeous sweetheart.” Dean verbalised again.

“I guess this is on the yes pile then?” Cas asked with a smirk on his lips, bringing a small snort of laughter from his husband.

“Go try on the rest of your clothes angel so we can get home.” Dean responded, patting him lightly on the hip before kissing him chastely one more time. They uncoupled, Dean going back to his seat and Cas back to try on the rest of the clothes.

If Dean thought Cas looked good in the t-shirt he hadn’t seen anything yet. When he emerged he was in the black leather jacket that Dean thought was cool, but didn’t expect Cas to be able to pull off. But oh, he pulled it off. The leather jacket was accompanied by a black low v necked t-shirt, showing his elegant neck off; as well as that some lovely black jeans also.

This was such a great idea by Dean. He knew his husband was sexy without clothes but he could never imagine how gorgeous he would look with clothes on.

“Yes?” Cas asked, Dean couldn’t talk anymore. He shifted his legs, trying to get more comfortable and nodded his head. Aware that his mouth was slightly agape. Cas just nodded and pushed back into the changing room, leaving his husband to stare at the door in shock. Wondering how he managed to nab such a hottie.

By the end Cas had decided he liked everything Dean had picked. When they went to pay the overall cost came to just under $1000. More than Dean expected but as they would be paying with a credit card they wouldn’t ever pay off, Dean didn’t mind.

After loading everything into the car, Cas grabbed his husband. Pushing him against baby and kissing him hard on the lips. Using tongue to gain access and lick into Deans mouth before pulling away. One hand running up his back and playing with the soft hairs at the back of his neck.

“Thank you for this Dean. I love my new wardrobe.” Cas whispered, leaning forward and kissing him again.

“I’m glad angel. You look so good in it all.” And he did. He was getting hot under the collar seeing how amazing Cas looked in all those wonderful new clothes. Smirking, Cas leaned forward. Lips ghosting against Deans ear, causing his husband to shudder at the hot breaths.

“Maybe next time, we could come update your wardrobe. Make you look less like a lumberjack.” When he pulled away he was laughing, upon seeing Deans offended face the laughs became harder. Shaking his head he walked over to the other side of the car, popping open the door and sliding into the seat. Giggling hard to himself with every movement.

Dean couldn’t wait to get him home and get him back for that one in the bedroom.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #destiel #castiel #writing #writing community #humor #humour #ao3 stories #deancas #shopping #dean and cas being cute

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lovelybarnes · 2 years ago

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The Thing- B. Barnes

Pairings: bucky barnes x reader Warnings: best friend bucky, i do not think it’s an au but honestly i dont know? I wrote this for fun so i made details fuzzy, innuendos. Did i check over this right im so tired About: new girl inspired. I was watching the episode with the trench coat and that fucking scen got to me like??? I had to. I started crying.

Bucky thumps around in your closet, too-long limbs making the doors shake when vibranium fingers slam against them. He grunts, followed by a disconcerting silence, only charcoaled by the metal clinking of steel hangers and heavy breaths. You purse your lips, looking up from your phone to stare at the shut doors. You can imagine him standing frozen for a glimpse of peace. Or staring at your favorite sweater, metal-finger-torn. You frown.

“Are you okay? Did you pass out?”

He huffs, more shuffling noises ensuing. “No.” Something drops to the floor.

“Pick that up!” you call when it doesn’t sound like he does.

“Why couldn’t I change in the same room? It’s cramped in here. And you’ve seen more.” He pauses and you can hear his smirk. “So have I,” he mutters pleasedly.

Your fingers reach for the closest thing and launch it at the closet. “Because the last time you did, Wanda walked in, and then Sam did, and we ended up with half of our friends staring at you half-naked on my bed.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Bucky argues.

“And my closet isn’t that small,” you quip.

Your closet doors roll open, light defining Bucky’s features and catching the blue in his irises. His sweater compliments the color too nicely than should be possible. Along with it, he wears a grimace.

“What’s wrong? You look great.”

“I’m starting to regret agreeing to this,” he admits, pulling at a thread.

“Starting to?” you parrot. “Agreeing?” You shove your legs to the side of the bed and stand, heading toward him. “Bucky, they had to bribe you into saying maybe. And then you insisted on staying anyway the entire time up to now.”

“I would really rather stay here with you.” Bucky leans into your touch when you settle your hands on his shoulders, squeezing gently.

“That’s all you’ve been doing for months,” you point out.

“And I’ve really enjoyed it,” he allays.

You laugh, fingers coming to a frustrated rest on his face. You try to come up with an argument but fail, deflating. “Me too.”

He grins. “See? I’m gonna go tell them I’m just gonna stay here to watch more horror movies with you.”

You loop your index and middle around his wrist before he can leave your room. “You know how much I love you. And how much I love spending time with you. Which is why I think you should go.” You continue before he can begin to argue. “This’ll be good for you. And me. You’re kind of annoying, you know?” you tease, wrinkling your nose.

He rolls his eyes but relents, inhaling deeply. “Fine.”

“If you absolutely hate it—”

“I will.” You glare at him.

“Then I will fully support you in never going out again.”

He perks up. “You’re my best friend. You should support me before that,” he jibs.

Exasperated, you wag a lazy finger in the air. “You’re so annoying.”

The door to your room bangs open to Sam and a slightly begrudging Steve both very dressed up. Sam has a hand over his eyes, other arm extended dramatically to search around him. “Everyone decent this time?”

You glance at Bucky.

“Yes, Sam,” Bucky groans.

He grins and claps. “So we can finally go out? Do I have to drag you out kicking? ‘Cuz I will.”

“He did,” Steve remarks further.

“No,” Bucky glowers, then gestures to you. “‘Convinced me.”

“Of course,” Sam says, turning to you with a smile. “Now, you. I love you, you know that, but tonight we’re going out to have fun. Which means,” he begins to count off on his fingers, “none of the girlfriend texts or calls you send all the time.”

“They’re not girlfriend,” you argue.

“And she can call me if she needs anything,” Bucky adds.

“But try not to,” Sam insists. “Now, let’s go.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, lamely watching his friends go out the door again. He turns to you and pecks your forehead. “Call me for whatever. I’ll probably thank you if I’m not the one insinuating.”

You shove him lightly. “Have fun.”

“Love you too!” he laughs, waving once more at you before he disappears past your doorframe. It’s only a few more seconds of the guys chatting before the apartment door closes and steals away the noise with it.

You deflate, sagging onto your bed. Dazedly, your fingertips drift to your forehead, where the shadow of a kiss still warms your skin. Frustration digs its nails into your arm and your hand fists, eyes squeezing closed. There’s the sticky rush of tears in the back of your throat and you groan loudly, but it’s obstructed and thin.

You pop an eyelid open when something else catches your attention, squeezing your lips closed to focus on the thin, chalkboard scratches further away. You sit up and stare out your door for a second, before realizing it’s coming from the front door.

“Bucky couldn’t have backed out by now,” you mutter, reasoning that he could’ve forgotten something when the noise suddenly stops. “Huh,” you quip. He must’ve found it.

You sigh again, at least satisfied that the sudden burst of emotion had passed. Deciding not to dwell on it, you pull your laptop onto your bed and search for a show to watch until you come up with something better to do.

It’s an episode and a half past when the noise returns, a little louder and accompanied by a faint tapping. Hopeful, you pause the episode, expecting for it to disappear with the click of your touchpad. When it doesn’t, you tense and think, calling out your friends’ names and listening to the responding quiet.

You pull at your fingers nervously, debating stilling to will it to go away or going to investigate. Clips from yours and Bucky’s horror movie night the previous day flash in your mind, making you cringe and stay put. Silence falls after a minute, but you remain unsettled, uneasily dragging yourself off your bed, poking your head out from your room to observe the hall up to the living room. “Bucky? Sam?”

No response.

You stare at the door, expecting some tangible inference of yours to appear in the shadowed crooks of the weathered red thing. When it doesn’t, you force yourself to be brave and head down to the living room, wrapping yourself in blankets with your front facing the entrance.

You resume your show but pay only half attention to it, jumping when there’s a loud crash in a scene. Hand to your heart, you pant at the scare, dissolving into a disbelieving laugh.

“I’m an idiot,” you state to no one. “I’m scaring myself.”

You splay yourself on the couch and breathe, rationalizing.

“This is Bucky’s fault,” you say matter-of-factedly. “He’s the one who chose home invasion horror when he was leaving me home alone the night after.”

You stare at your keyboard, rubbing off a smudge on the space key.

“I hate home invasion horror,” you mutter, running a hand down your face.

“This is pathetic,” you lecture. “What am I reduced to?”

Bravely, you stand, taking your computer with you to the kitchen.

You’re gathering a ridiculous amount of oily cookie cutters in your oven-warmed apartment when you hear it again, louder and more startling than the previous times. You flinch, a multitude of colorful molds tumbling to the floor in your startlement.

You leave them in exchange for paying attention. Slowly, you slink over to the door, peeking through the peephole to see nothing. Now confused, you pull the door open, greeted with silence and an empty hallway.

You walk away once you shut the door with heavy hesitation, shoving warm cookies into your mouth, unsure.

Trying to be rational, you type out a short text contorting your panic into something a little more playful, your thumb hovering above the send button just as you remember Sam’s warning. Isn’t this what he meant? Silly requests that interrupt Bucky’s good time?

You stop, deleting everything you’d written and flipping your phone screen down on the kitchen island. Everything was fine, you were sure.

It’s juxtaposingly pleasing and frightening to hear it the next time; both disappointing and reassuring that your mind wasn’t making things up. The intervals between the noise get shorter, too, until it’s less than a half hour after the last, and you’re buzzing with paranoia.

You text your scariest friend first, anxiously waiting for Sent to turn Read below your message to Natasha, but it never does.

It takes half an hour and the noise to come back before you give up on her, instead watching Wanda’s three little dots pulse before they settle on an apology because she’s on a date.

Tony and Bruce are out of town for some convention and Thor is on vacation, meaning you’ve officially run out of friends to call for help.

Your fear builds until you can’t help yourself, powered by thorough panic when you click on your first contact number. It’s only a couple tones before Bucky answers.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so, no big deal, but there’s something scratching at the door and I’m worried for my life.”

“What?”

“This is your fault,” you cry. “It’s the movies, I—”

“It’s probably the neighbor’s kids playing tricks on you. You know they’re assholes.”

“But I’ve gone outside and there’s no one there. There’s no way they can run that fast, right?”

“Maybe?”

“Look, I’m really freaked out,” you admit. “I really don’t want to bother you but Nat isn’t answering and Wanda’s out on a date and it keeps coming back and—”

“Okay, hey,” Bucky’s voice comes through a little clearer, paying more attention. “It’s okay. I’ll come back, okay?”

“I’m sorry.” You feel bad. You feel so bad your skin prickles with regret, suddenly willing to stand out in the hallway and let your monster eat you alive.

“Don’t be.” You can feel the comforting nudge he gives you when he’s reassuring. “I was about to call you anyway, this is as bad as I remembered it being.”

You manage a weak laugh. “Thank you,” you say genuinely.

“Thank me by not asking questions when I somehow get there in three minutes, okay?”

You furrow your brows. “What? How would you—”

“I think that’s a question,” Bucky interrupts.

“You left already,” you conclude. “Why did you leave early?”

“I think it’s unfair you can do that.”

“I think it’s hypocritical of you to say that.” Your near peace dissipates when something scrapes down the length of your door. Uselessly, you duck down behind the kitchen island. “Are you here yet?” It’s more of a beg than anything, a longing for the sound to be his clumsy fingers with a dodging key.

“Elevator. Which means—” His voice fizzles predictably, inspiring a fresh surge of hate for the machine. A few expected seconds tick by, a click cutting them off.

“What—” You tap your phone angrily. “I hate this stupid building—”

The noise returns, sharp and close and angrier than you’d heard it. You’re only slightly comforted by the thought that Bucky should be nearby, mainly in vehement disagreement with your fate. You curl your fingers around a rolling pin and crawl closer to the door, nails digging into your palms at the close proximity of your aggressor.

The door flies open and you jump up in tandem. “Don’t! My best friend is really big and he’ll beat you up!”

Bucky stands in the doorway, blue eyes rounded, palms up and open.

You pant together for a moment, before your limbs relax in relief, rolling pin tumbling to the ground as you fall into his chest. “Oh my god.”

Automatic, his hands steady around your waist. He says your name in question, pulling you closer anyway.

“What was that?”

“I thought—I thought it was the thing.”

“The thing?”

“I don’t know what it is Bucky, that’s why I called you,” you snap, digging your nose deeper into his neck.

“I didn’t see anything outside,” he offers.

You deflate at his saccharinity. “I’m sorry. That was mean. Thank you for coming.”

“It’s okay,” he laughs, smoothing his palm over your back. It’s a comforting weight, his lovely tolerance of you endearing, although he’d frown at your choice of words. You pull away but stay at his side, laying your head on his shoulder. Your phone rings and you make no move to answer it. He looks at you questioningly.

“I left voicemails in case I died,” you explain, watching Clint’s contact picture flicker. “It might’ve been an exaggeration but look how late they’re calling. What if it were a dire situation? How useless would they be?” You fist your hand in his jacket. “I’m glad I have you.”

“You didn’t leave me a voicemail,” Bucky complains. “You never called in the first place. Whaf if you had died? What about me?”

“I called you.”

“To come here. No goodbye message.”

“It wasn’t a goodbye so much as fear-spurred insurance—”

“Well, how come I didn’t get one?”

“For one, you answered the phone. For two, I knew I’d be fine if you said you’d come. And for three, I knew you’d come if I asked.”

Bucky quiets. “I would.”

“You did,” you agree.

Something shifts. Subtle and sweet, his heat on your skin isn’t all that casual anymore. He notices, too, shifting lightly on his feet, the weight of his fingers on your waist definitely heavier.

“So,” he starts. “I’m really big, huh?”

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stormoflina · 9 months ago

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Outfit pics are back, time for my favourite post, lessgoo

disclaimer: opinions

Sigh, so the thing with Dominik is that you can't judge his outfits using parameters like taste or sense of style, you have to apply his very own little Domi scale to rate it, otherwise we are in the trenches.

With that in mind, I can appreciate that he is finally not wearing the rope laces, not that these ones are any better sadly. Bag, plain ugly. But you know what, hot take, but I kinda like this set. On the Domi scale it's a 6.5/10, 3/10 in the normal.

Will we ever see Ryan in something else, other than plain, monochrome sweats? Not feeling the navy either, I think the warmer tones look nicer on him. And those shoes look like the ones you can buy in Aldi, I'm sorry. It's safe, it's boring, can't give a number higher than 4/10.

Only Cody could wear Prada and still serve millennial dad core. 😭 Yet again, his height and face card saves him tho, he just looks clean and put together, as always. The shoes are nice, I guess. 5/10, because I'm bored!!

Listen, Stefan usually serves, but this is not a flattering picture. 😭 He loves his flowy, baggy pants, but this one is just not it. I like the chunky shoes tho, and the jacket and baseball cap, it's fun, youthful, he looks cute. 7.5/10

Nike and Adidas monochrome sweatsets? How original! I'm giving them 5/10 each, because I love them, not because they look good. I mean they do, just not the outfits.

Hot take: I don't like puffer jackets, so we are already a few points behind. Still, Virgil is just so effortlessly cool (despite clearly also putting effort into it yk), I just can't help but like it. 😭 Layering king, shoes are nice, hair is on point, pose is great... Typical Virgil aura. 8/10

Uhm, Macca, put your ankles away you, you w*h*ore. Yeah, this is not it, very much 2010s business bro vibes. It's something Ali would wear. 😭 And it's not your fault Macca, but I have trauma from men in shiny puffy vests. The maté kit is cute tho. 4.5/10

Don't judge me, but I like this okay. Idk, he looks so soft and cozy in the jumper and I like how the top matches the shoes. And his black leather maté kit is a serve too. But maybe it's just Darwin's good looks that make me say 7/10.

Here comes Wataru, saving the day again. Not his best fit, but he still looks sharp and so well put together, despite taking a more causal approach. I love a man in well-fitted clothes and these jeans look great on him! I don't really like the shoes, but other than that it's a casual 7/10.

#dominik szoboszlai #ryan gravenberch #cody gakpo #stefan bajcetic #curtis jones #andy robertson #virgil van dijk #alexis macallister #darwin núñez #endo wataru #lfc #lfc fashion

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wayfayrr · 1 year ago

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aaaaaaahhh all i can think of is like- most isekai fics I've seen for some reason [i mean understandably] the reader is wearing their pajamas, but after visiting the modern world they can finally show the chain what they actually like wearing, [i can see this going in so many ways, depending on who is reacting, and especially depending on what aesthetic the reader likes to dress in. for the sake of the request ill keep it as dark academia, cause i love it so muchhhh [not so much in the summer, but i make it work lol] with time? [just imagining reader with a tie and just wearing business casual w a trenchcoat frrrrrrrr- might draw this kind of thing and send it to you lol]

Anon I hope you know this ask had me in an absolute chokehold. OUJDFNBJNF ✨I LIVE FOR DARK ACADEMIA AESTHETICS!!!✨ My trenchcoat is one of my favourite things I own. So I get your pain in summer as well 🥹

“Hey Time, have you seen Wild anywhere? He borrowed my laptop and I really need it back.”

“I haven’t sorry [nam]-... Is that what you wear normally? You look incredible.”

“Pretty much, yeah? Why, is there an issue with it?”

Time’s blushing. Is what I’m wearing really that impressive because I know he’s not blushing over what I’m wearing being revealing. A trenchcoat that goes down to my calves with the rest of my clothes? Does he just think I’m attractive or something?

“No, no issue. You look good in it, it’s just very different to what you arrived in Hyrule wearing.”

“I know, like I said then those were my pyjamas. These are my casual clothes.”

Well, his blush has only gotten worse from that, so he is clearly struggling with how my clothes look on me. Dark academia doesn’t exist in Hyrule I know that, but really he’s struggling far more than anyone else has with my fashion sense.

“Do you think you could help me choose some clothes like that? I’d like to match wit.. I think that style would suit me.”

“If you’d like, we can go shopping for you later. After I get my laptop back and finish off this report I have due.”

Laughing at how he's stumbling over himself to ask me these questions simply isn't an option, no matter how hard it is to hold myself back. He's asking so genuinely and so sweetly and who knows maybe getting some new clothes could help him adjust to this world more easily, I mean it certainly helped me when I was in Hyrule. How different could it be for time?

It didn't take too long to find wild after talking to time, and even less to finish off the work I had to do, now it’s just down to taking time shopping.

“So you want to look like you belong with a shot of espresso in an artisanal coffee shop while writing a research paper?”

“I only know what half of those words mean [name.], even less with how you’re using them.”

“Right, sorry. I’m still getting used to all of the differences in our cultures. Hopefully, you’ll get more used to the terms we use here sooner rather than later. Ready to go out though?”

“I am, it’ll be nice to get some new clothes. Not that I’m complaining about the excuse to wear yours.”

The nearest place that sells things like these isn’t exactly the closest to where I live, making it the perfect opportunity to adjust Time to my world’s transport. Well, more than he’s already seen anyway. Actually, now that I’m thinking about this, what size clothing even is he? Not that it’s an issue but not knowing a vague size is gonna mean he’s going to have to try on a lot of different fits. Then finding the right colours for him is a whole different challenge… And we’re already here… Time to find out the answers to those questions of mine.

“Where would you like to start?”

“A coat exactly like yours perhaps?”

“I don’t see why not. Any colour in mind or just the same style?”

A shrug was NOT what I wanted as an answer, but he does know what he wants which means that I’ve got somewhere to start. Trench Coats are somewhat pricey but with how some of the others are chipping in towards living costs now there’s no issue with spending out occasionally. He seems to be gravitating more towards things that are similar to mine, isn’t that charming? He sees something he likes on me then decides that’s what he wants for himself hopefully, he just stays away from the expensive ones.

“You ready to try those on then, old man?”

“Just a moment more love, I can’t find quite the right colour yet.”

He just… How red is my face right now? It has to be crimson, doesn’t it? That’s the first time Time’s ever called me something like that naturally it’s when he’s looking at clothes like my own, is he trying to kill me with his charms?

#starting uni soon and you can guess what my aesthetic will be #It doesn't help the place I'm likely going fits it so well #links✦react #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #moss✦answers #lu time

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Suptober 2023 Day 12 - Swap-Meat

“O-kay,” Bobby drawled. “Run it by me one more time. Cas is Sam. Sam is Dean. Dean is Cas. Have I got that right?”

“No,” Sam said, but the words came out of Castiel's mouth, in Castiel's voice. “Sam is Cas. Cas is Dean. Dean is Sam. ”

“Huh?” Bobby shook his head. “Let's try spelling it out one at a time, boys.”

“I'm Sam,” Sam said, “in Castiel's body.”

“I'm Dean,” Dean said, “in Sam's body.”

“I'm Cas,” Castiel said, “ in Dean's body.”

“I'm confused,” Bobby said. “I'm going to slap name tags on the lot of you.”

“If you think that will help,” Castiel agreed, in Dean's voice – the words didn't sound sarcastic, as they normally would spilling from Dean's lips.

“How long is this going to last, anyway?” Bobby grumbled.

“A day or two. Maybe more, maybe less. Rowena was plenty pissed at us. She wouldn't give a straight answer, just whammo! Swap-meat! And I'm suddenly a giraffe. How do you do it, Sam? It's like walking on stilts.”

“At least you're not stuck wearing a flasher's outfit and shoes that pinch.”

“There's nothing wrong with Cas's trench coat. He'd look naked without it.”

“Well, I'm borrowing some of your clothes, Dean, until we switch back. “How about you, Cas? You doing okay?”

“I'm fine, Sam. Angels are accustomed to adjusting to different vessels. Dean's body is very comfortable, and the bowed legs are quite endearing.”

“Aww,” Dean cooed. “What a nice thing to say.”

Their eyes met and held; unconsciously, they drifted closer together, inevitably drawn into each other's orbit – no matter the bodies they wore.

“Nope, nope, nope!” Sam declared, shoving them apart. “I am not going to stand here and watch myself make out with Dean. You two can just keep it in your pants – your own pants – for the next however long this takes.”

“But, Sam,” Dean whined, turning a pleading look on his brother.

“Those puppy dog eyes won't work on me. I invented them.”

Castiel pouted, the look not new on Dean's face, but quite unsettling coming from the normally implacable angel.

“Fine,” Dean muttered. “No PDAs.”

“No hanky-panky behind closed doors either! You know what – I don't trust you. You and I will bunk together until we're back to ourselves, Dean.”

“Aren't you afraid he will mistake you for me in a half-asleep state and make a move on you?” Castiel wondered.

“Ewww,” Dean and Sam chorused. “Gross!”

“Well it is a possibility,” Cas said. “Dean is surprisingly cuddly, and often wakes up with an erection. If one thing leads to another – as it often does – ”

“I need a drink,” Bobby declared.

“Make that a double,” Sam sighed. “And add a dash of brain bleach while you're at it.”

#suptober #suptober23 #suptober23 day 12 #destiel #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #bobby singer

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aninspiringwriter · 10 months ago

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Surprise Dates - Part 4

Summery: After a fun night with Raiden, he makes a suprise plan for a date.

Word count: 805

A/n: I have crawled out of the trenches of depression and finished writing pure fluff for you all

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (Smut)

The morning sun comes up, and you start to wake up as well. You slowly sit up in your bed, there is a small warmth within you as you turn to see Raiden still sleeping. Raiden's black hair perfectly presses up against the blueish pillow you have, his breath softly hits your arm. You wake Raiden up, by lightly nudging him awake.

Raiden's groans were louder than you expected them to be so early in the morning, "Oh, what time is it Y/n?" Raiden gets up while saying this in a grumpy tone. "I think it's around 6 am, maybe even 7." You say on response, then you turn your head to see the clock say 6:47. Raiden also looks at your clock, to see it is almost 6:50. He is practically leaning on you, his chin rests itself on your shoulder as his arm wraps around your waist. "Yesterday, I was gonna ask you something, but uh we got… Very distracted." Raiden says, then looks away. He was embarrassed that you and him had some fun last night, you chuckle but then get more and more curious. "Oh? You were gonna ask me something yesterday, what is it?" You ask curiously, your naked body leans against his naked body. Raiden's brown eyes look at you again before bluntly saying what he wants to say.

"A date, a nice little date." Raiden says, your smile brightly lights up the room. "A date? Where do you think we should go?" You ask him, not necessarily rejecting and in fact being very welcoming to the idea of a nice date.

"Maybe at Madame Bo or a nice simple picnic in one of the gardens around here." Raiden moves away from your naked body and is grabbing his clothes off the floor. He gets to his pants before walking towards your closet. Raiden hides his nice toned abs with his shirt.

"Why are you going inside my clo-" You get interrupted by a green shirt getting thrown at you, a nice light green shirt you even forgot you had. Along with a nice pair of flowing leggings that has blue spots near the waist and the ends of the leggings. "Oh… You have good clothing taste Raiden," you start to compliment him before saying more, "but can I get some underwear as well, my love?" You ask nicely, and Raiden compiles before looking confused. "Oh, right bottom drawer." You tell him bluntly where they are. Raiden finds them easily and gives you one of your laced ones. "How about a picnic at a garden near here, you pick the garden and I will get the stuff for it." Raiden says as he watches you with heart eyes as you get dressed. After you get fully dressed you think about the different gardens near here, then knows the right one. "Isn't there a garden near the bridge where the Sun Do festival is held?" You suggest as you go to Raiden, you start to hold his hand. Raiden's face shows he is in deep thought before nodding his head, a small beautiful smile runs through his face. "Perfect! I've always liked that garden anyways." You say, kissing his cheek. Raiden looks at you with those heart eyes of him that looks like a siren has him in a chokehold. "How about at noon?" Raiden asks you, playing with your hair. You nod yes, as you and him go to your door, you kiss his cheek and wave to him as he leaves.

Later, you put on a greenish-blue jacket and grab a blanket, a blanket with pink and orange flowers on it. You check the time and the time is 11:42, you start to panic, quickly putting on some socks and shoes and run out the door. It's 12:08 and you see Raiden, he was wearing a light purple robe and he looked nervous. "Sorry for being so late Raiden, I was procrastinating on what jacket to wear and what blanket to bring." You explain, Raiden smiles as he carries a basket filled with what smells like sweets and fruit, a bottle of what seems to be wine sticking out of the basket. You put down the blanket and Raiden puts down the basket and looks at you, and the way the noon sun glistens on your skin makes Raiden smile. "What did you bring?" You ask, as Raiden pulls out 2 plastic clear wine cups and the wine. "I stopped by our favorite dessert places and the local market for some sweets and fruit." Raiden says, pouring you and him the wine. Raiden grabs some strawberries and a small cherry cheesecake out of the basket. The date was sweet, like the food, and the way Raiden treated you like royalty made it sweeter.

#mk1 2023 #writers on tumblr #raiden #raiden x reader #mk1 #mk1 raiden #fluff #picnic dates #mk1 x you

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bonesandpoemsandflowers · 4 months ago

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hey!!!!! i found this account recently and your info dumps and rants about poto are so based!!!! (coming from a high school student who loves gothic literature too).

what do you think about phantom of the opera attempting to defy tropes and cliches of the romantic era? considering that when gaston leroux wrote it when the era was coming to an end i’d like to think he said fuck it. and crafted poto to be a mockery of those romantic stereotypes ESPECIALLY with christine’s complexity and many facets …. what do you think? could be a really interesting thing to explore!! i am getting wayyy too deep

Lord, I'm not sure if I should be pleased or concerned that a high school student is describing my opinions as based at my age, but thanks. I had a high school PotO phase (naturally) and I've often reflected on how annoyed I would be if I had to face the current Discourse(tm) at that age. And also imo (naturally) there is no "too deep."

I do think that there's a lot to the idea that PotO is very much of its time. That is--it's so definitely post Romantic.

I wrote this in two separate sessions so I probably repeat myself, but:

have an essay, anon!

I don't think it's a mockery of the tropes as much as it is putting a bunch of the tropes in a blender. At the end of an era you have all these very familiar tropes to work with, so you can get weird about it. The audience already basically knows what to expect, so they're on familiar ground. Then you can fuck with them a little to make it your own.

It's like anything else going through phases: you get some critically claimed zombie shit (Romero's work or the walking dead first season) and then as time goes on people iterate and stunt on the genre so you get increasingly weird premises (what if zombies but mushrooms?) (what if zombie but stalker?) of varying degrees of seriousness and quality.

I'm not familiar enough with Gaston Leroux's other work, but I've read at least two scholarly pieces claiming that Erik is not just a mash up of established characters, but of mash up of Gaston's Leroux's own characters from other novels, specifically. So that's why some of his skillsets make no sense paired together: it's just a bunch of guys in there, wearing a trench coat full evening dress. And as a writer, I totally get this urge. "This guy was cool in this book, why not put him in this other book? Also he has an entirely new profession now. He went to trade school in the meantime or some shit."

Christine, though! This is trickier for me and shows my hand. I don't think I can as confidentially and easily toss off opinions about female characters in the Romantic and post Romantic eras. I'm going to reason through this as we go along. I have no idea what my conclusion is going to be because I have to check some dates first. I will give you my personal final answer for why Christine is as she is at the end, regardless.

So on one hand you have Frankenstein's Elizabeth in 1818, who, as far as I know, nobody is writing think pieces about. She's there, she's pretty and soft and good. She inspires Victor to think nice boy thoughts. Unless you know that first draft Victor was more explicitly modeled on Percy Shelley, you'd never know that first draft Elizabeth was based on Mary Shelley, because Elizabeth is almost a non-entity, while Mary Shelley was cool as fuck. Elizabeth is mostly there to be fridged--which I'm not necessarily against, because death and the maiden and blah blah blah and pretty dead girls is a horror genre motif specifically because people find it so tragic and moving. But also, like. Nobody's out here going, wow! Elizabeth! What a compelling female character! and if I did hear anybody say that, I would press x to doubt. Frankenstein is one of my favorite works of literature and I couldn't even remember Elizabeth's name for a solid three minutes.

But then, in 1847, you have Jane Eyre. And I don't know about you, anon, but I love Jane Eyre, and I love Jane. I was absolutely sitting there in AP Lit going "omg I'm such a Jane" and lusting over middle aged men. I think it's funny and great that it's taught in schools for that reason--Jane is basically your age when you read it! She's so relatable! She's whip smart and she's proud and she's struggling! What teenage girl isn't full of anguish and pride and internal screaming! People do write think pieces about Jane, as they should. And then, in 1897, you have Dracula. Which means you have Mina. And is anyone on earth arguing that Mina ISN'T great? She is also pure and good and blah blah--all the examples on this list are good girls and we'll get to that in a second--but she is, like Jane, very smart. She's using the cutting edge technology of her time! She's brave and clever and willing to fight against fucking Dracula. Mina rules. When I first read your ask, my first instinct here was to be dismissive of the idea that Christine is the result of rebellion against her era, because I specifically thought: well she's basically a Mina, isn't she? So not innovative at all. BUT. I think my first instinct was wrong, actually. Or at least: taking a lot for granted. Looking at the dates for the gothic classics I rattled off the top of my head--there's a progression there, isn't there? They're all Good Girls but the good girl gets smarter and more competent as time goes on. And Mina is cool but still part of the ensemble. Christine often gets co-billing with Erik or she's outright considered the main character. She gets a much bigger piece of the story pie.

And I think Christine is more emotionally nuanced than anyone else on this list. She's deftly navigating class differences (calling Raoul on his shit) (Mina never does that I recall--Jane does but that is central to her circumstances) and she's well aware of Erik's horror (you know, his everything) but book Christine is more emotionally savvy than most modern day readers in that she understands that Erik is to a great degree a product of his environment. I hate that people these days view Erik as a bad boyfriend metaphor. He's not. He is, as the book tells us over and over, a monster. And also…very human. And the way those things collide and what that means is the point of the book, and maybe the ending is too tidy but that the book has a happy ending is imo almost solely Christine's doing. Sure, the dagora and Raoul are doing stuff. But they might as well be mice in a fairy tale giving the dispossessed princess (and main character) advice on how to sort wheat in the moonlight or whatever. The person directly confronting the monster is Christine. And the person that grants him grace and thereby humanizes him…is Christine. Only Christine has this alchemical power in the novel. The dagora's been humanizing Erik for DECADES of in story time and apparently this hasn't accomplished shit. Furthermore, Christine's power here isn't something that Erik grants her because she doesn't humanize him with the Power of Music or whatever. It's her parsing things out and making choices. Christine's empathy is not a gift that Erik gives her; she has it from the start.

But it's a little tricky, right. It's too tidy. I'm letting it be tidy for now but as you know--I assume if you've been floating through my poorly tagged rants--I view PotO pretty exclusively through a monsterfucking lens and Christine might be the hero, but we, the audience, are supposed to identify with Erik and all that is monstrous in ourselves.

(have a tag mini essay about it here.)

but whatever! that's not the question!

The question being, as I understand it: is Christine's characterization in particular a reaction against the artistic context of Leroux's time?

and…yes and no?

Like if we look through our cherry-picked examples, there is a CLEAR progression in female character work. But these are stand outs and not necessarily representative. They are classics for a reason. And I suspect we can't forget genre here. Enduring gothic horror is pretty much always transgressive in some way. So a progression that we can track in THIS genre doesn't necessarily mean society or art on the whole was on the same track, let alone at the same pace. I would defer to the kind of weirdo that has more expertise than me here--the kind of person who deliberately reads forgotten or unclaimed period literature. Someone who really gets the artistic context of the time, not just the classics.

How much of that is Gaston Leroux on purpose, though, right? That’s more of what you mean, I think, and that’s what I should be answering. If I rephrase it to: do I think Christine is written that way on purpose? ABSOLUTELY, yes.

HOWEVER

I have a much simpler reason I think Gaston Leroux wrote a great female protag in 1909. And that is: Gaston Leroux fucks. As in, very literally went through a messy lady's man, spend his inheritance in brothels phase.

You might think I mean that in a bad way, but no. The right kind of personality doing this is someone who meets to and talks to a bunch of women. And if it's a man who happens to view women as people--and also views sex workers as human--a dude can come out of this phase really well rounded. Or: not every guy who goes to the strip club is a loser or a misogynist.

You are too young to remember this, anon, but [crone voice] time was, people thought Joss Whedon was a feminist writer. I got myself kicked out of TWO different feminist clubs in undergrad because everybody loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I was an asshole who said "Buffy the Vampire Slayer is shit." Or rather, it's fine, it's fun, but I don't view it as a feminist work and to me, Whedon was so obviously always a creep and none of his female characters ever resonated. (in all fairness to both undergrad clubs: I was an asshole. And I was very young, and I was frustrated by not having the language for what I meant yet. But my issues with Whedon could fill many other posts.)

There is a type of male writer that I describe as: this man has never talked to a woman in his goddamn life.

And that's not literally true; it's impossible for it to be literally true.

But I think it is basically true in that you have men who never talk to women unless they're trying to fuck them and even then only ever talk to them as vending machines they expect to spit out a fuck token if they hit the right word count. And it shows in their work! it shows! people are always surprised when a Louis CK type ends up with sexual misconduct accusations. people seem to think only Chads are predators. no! no no no no. The Neil Gaiman shit coming out recently, do you know who was surprised? NOT ME.

Which isn't to say you can't trust nerds ever. Nor am I saying that every man who blows his hereditament on hookers and blow is gonna be the kind of guy who actually has conversations with women.

What am I saying here? I am saying that I think Gaston Leroux was probably a pretty cool dude. He wrote Erik incredibly sexy despite literally everything and he wrote Christine brave and resourceful and willing to talk back to her pretty boy nobility love interest. That dude hung out with women. I am SURE of it. I do not think anyone could write a character as enduring as Erik, as bizarrely romantically and sexually appealing as Erik, without understanding what (some) women want, what (some) women like.

but here's something you didn't ask about--I called all these female characters good girls, right? And interestingly, arguably, both Mina and Christine have bad girl counterparts. Or Lucy isn't exactly a bad girl--until she's a vampire--but her three proposals a day are presented in contrast to Mina's already settled engagement. And Christine's story opens with Sorelli!

(I fucking love Sorelli)

Sorelli, who is Phillipe's mistress and carries a knife everywhere! GOD I LOVE HER. where was I.

anyway, good girls.

The ingénue.

I read The Phantom of the Opera for the first time when I was nine years old. I had to use my mom's paperback merriam webster dictionary to look up the word ingénue. I don't remember what I read but I remember very distinctly thinking: ah. not me, then.

which is an INSANE thought to have as a 9 year old!

but 9 year old me was right. by that point my family had lived in not one but several war zones and we had specifically been on a cartel hit list. I had seen people jump off a suicide bridge by our apartment.

The adults in my life, possibly because they were stressed out from living in a war zone, were all deeply committed to fucked up behaviors so that young me lived in a particularly gory telenovela. I knew what bombs sounded like and what gunshots sounded like and what bodies in the street looked like.

I had a shit and deeply weird childhood for reasons beyond all that, too, but the point is that I'm always arguing about this story with people from a certain kind of comfortable background that I just don't have. Didn't have, even at the time. I do not remember childhood as an idyllic time, as Bill Watterson once said.

so if you read PotO and you're not Christine

and you're not Raoul, because Raoul is a good girl except he's a boy and also rich and actual nobility, so therefore even less relatable

then who are you?

if you're weird and haunted and already feel different and other than your peers (and your peers can tell that there is, in fact, something wrong with you) (even if it's not your fault) and you read this book, who are you?

You're Erik. as stupid as that might sound. Even if you are, say, cute and small and nine years old.

and then, once I was older, once I re-read it and watched the 2005 movie and generally rediscovered the story post puberty, then I was like: oh my god he's HOT he's been hot this WHOLE TIME.

my initial reaction, even as a child, was sympathy and empathy and it is fuckin wild to me, my dude, that people keep reading this story in this day and age and they instantly align themselves against Erik because Erik is so immediately other. He immediately becomes a cipher for things they find monstrous. I genuinely feel there is some Jungian shadow shit happening here but it also makes me feel terribly cynical and un-ingénue all over again that people think Erik is about male entitlement or toxic relationships. It's always ERIK: SYMBOL OF BAD BOYFRIEND. and like, honestly? honestly? drives me fucking insane for reasons beyond the obvious, too. HOW COMFORTABLE ARE YOU IF YOUR ONLY CONTEXT FOR MONSTER IS TOXIC ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP?

not that, say, DV won't fucking kill you. but that's not even what most of the anti Erik crowd means. my point is merely that there are many more types of trauma, and many more types of monsters.

[also yeah planning to blow up an opera house is straight up evil, though. no excuses for mass murder events.]

But back to Erik—not that you even asked about Erik—I truly believe that there is a huge chunk of the audience with the media literacy of tin can of beans. I was haunting the PotO subreddit for a while and the takes are rancid. I really think a certain kind of reader—usually a woman—reads that Erik is ugly and Raoul is pretty and rich and noble, and that is somehow all they get from the work.

And that Erik—who is ugly—might feel normal human drives like lust or the desire to be loved is disgusting to these people. And they act like it. "This is a story about male entitlement!" No. It’s a story about human yearning. That some people react to yearning from an imperfect source with such visceral disgust is, you know, the entire point of the fucking book.

I preach to the choir, of course. It is on purpose. I am tired of arguing, of the expectation of being pious and apologetic before enjoying the work.

I logged out of reddit mostly to stop going to r/Box5. “And look how much healthier and hotter you’ve gotten in the past few months!” a friend said to me recently, which is a) kind of cringe and pathetic but also b) objectively true.

have you experienced love never dies yet so we can talk about how it's bad? no? SAVE YOURSELF, CHILD. RUN! RUN AWAY NOW BEFORE IT CATCHES YOU.

(LND is bad but compelling all the same. it's a disease.)

anyway, hope some of that is enlightening, thank you for stopping by and saying hi, and enjoy your future phantom adventures.

#no proofreading we die like men #anon #thank you for giving me homework i had a GREAT time

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the-fiction-witch · 9 months ago

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We're Family P2

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X reader

Rating CUTE

I sat sipping my drink from its straw, the cup resting on my bump and the straw between my lips as I sipped the apple juice, my feet up on the coffee table. I heard the door open so I turned and saw Marybelle arrive home from school,

"Hi Honey," I smiled as she came through,

"Hi Mom," she said as she sat on the sofa too, "Where's Dad?"

"Groceries."

"ahh, how did your appointment go?"

"good, very good. Baby is coming along cosy and happy,"

"Good," she nodded, "What was all the swearing about last night?" She asked, "Or... do I not wanna know?"

"Why wouldn't you wanna know?" I giggled,

"...I don't know why he's swearing in the middle of the night in your bedroom."

I laughed, "Marybelle. Benny was putting the bedside crib together."

"ahh..." she nodded,

"Can I know why your friend Sam was swearing when he visited last week?"

"...no,"

"Alright," I chuckled,

I heard the door open and I looked over as Benny set the groceries on the kitchen table, "Hello my beautiful girls," he smiled as he came and leant over the sofa, "Hi honey," He smiled kissing Marybelle's cheek, "Hi Sweetie," he smiled kissing my cheek, "Hi baby girl," He cooed as he kissed my baby bump, "how are my lovely ladies?"

"Baby's kicking away," I smiled,

"Awww kicky little baby," he cooed as he came and kissed my bump resting his head there as he stroked, "such excited little thing, excited to come out for cuddles," he cooed, "How is mommy?" He cooed,

"Okay, I think," I laughed,

"Good," He smiled, "How was your day Marybelle?"

"Fine, Lisa threw a sandwich at Jacob Lintworth's head."

"Ohh..." I laughed,

"Perticular reason? or... did he just need gluten in his hair?" Benny laughed,

"He called her a gothy Bitch,"

"Ahh..." I nodded, "Makes sense,"

"I mean... Lisa... Kinda is..." Benny began,

"You wear a leather trench coat," she snapped,

"...Touche," he nodded,

I smiled as I stood in the kitchen cooking up some nice yummy cravings, frying some battered strawberries, Benny had his arms wrapped around me his hands on my stomach, his chin on my shoulder as we cuddled.

Marybelle sat doing homework at the kitchen table rolling her eyes a little at us, "You guys are mushy,"

"It is love," I smiled, "I love you Darling," I cooed,

"I love you too Sweetie," He cooed giving my lips a soft kiss,

"Adorable. And Mushy." she sighed,

"We love you too Marybelle," I smiled,

"Gross," she sighed taking her books and heading to her room,

"Teenagers," I sighed,

"Were you like this as a teenager?"

"I was a teen mother, of course Not. I was busy trying to afford baby toys and get some kind of a sleep schedule," I explained, "and you know dealing with a perverted Narasassist."

"Well you have me to help with this baby, I promise Y/n. I am going to take good care of you and our sweet baby," he smiled, "and Marybelle but... you know she's a teenager she doesn't much need my help. or want my help." He laughed, "Which is fair I also wouldn't want my help,"

"I would want your help you're a very smart man, Benny,"

"Course I am. I'm a genius."

"Yes, yes my sweet chess Genius,"

"Humm... More, I'm a genius cause I managed to get the most beautiful woman in the world to marry me and let me get her pregnant,"

"Awww Benny... Don't say stuff like that you'll make me cry!"

"Sorry, I don't mean to make my baby mama cry." he chuckled,

"Everything makes me cry Benny," I smiled as I served up my strawberries,

"Good point," he chuckled, "alright let me try the pregnancy cravings," He sighed,

So I happily handed him one as I had my own,

"...well... it... edible... I guess..." he said,

"I like it,"

"if your happy sweetie," He said, "Kinda... reminds me of battered prawns in the way it's like crunchy batter and then a sweet mushy inside,"

"Yeah! That was the aim,"

"if you wanted battered prawns why did you not make battered prawns?"

"Prawns are shellfish,"

"ahhh... now I get it," He nodded,

"They are nice though," I smiled,

"They're fine..." he shrugged,

"Better than the milk sausages?"

"ughh- please... Y/n... sweetie... don't remind me." He says just the memory of it makes him gag,

"Sorry Benny," I giggled,

"It's fine just... Ughh... nope the smell is in my brain I'm gonna hurl," he says bolting to the bathroom,

"Sorry, Benny darling!" I yelled,

I yawned as I sat on my yoga ball slightly bouncing myself as Benny played some chess,

"You wanna play sweetie?" he asked,

"no thank you, baby brain."

"is it that bad?"

"I tried to brush my teeth with a cheese string this morning,"

"ahh... fair enough." he chuckled, "You are really struggling with baby brain,"

"Maybe the baby is too smart, taking all my brain."

"Maybe, that's what happens when you have a chess prodigy baby,"

"A chess prodigy baby?"

"They are gonna be a chess prodigy, I mean I was as soon as I waltzed out of the womb."

I laughed, "Waltzed? no baby waltz's out the womb, Benny,"

"True," He chuckled, "But still our baby will be chess prodigy I'm sure of it,"

"We can hope," I smiled, "Ohhh!" I clutched my stomach,

"Oh?! Oh! is something happening!"

"....no." I sighed,

"Ohh thank god," he sighed, "Where's Marybelle anyway? Shouldn't she be home by now?"

"Therapy it's Thursday,"

"ohh yeah," He nodded,

I smiled as I sat at the table doing some crafting and scrapbooking in my little book planning and marking when I'd need to do the other things, Benny sat across from me with his recent chess magazine he got in the post this morning,

"Hummm..." He muttered,

"Hum?" I asked,

"They have Ohio on as the top prediction for this year's US championship."

"Ohh... wasn't Ohio like three years back?"

"Four but yeah, why would they go back to Ohio so soon?"

"didn't you say it was a uni?"

"Yeah some backwater University, playing on cheap plastic boards with cheap plastic pieces."

"Ohh... Maybe that's why? cheaper."

"True," He sighed, "But why not Vegas again then? Vegas hotels love it cause everyone has to pay for rooms to stay there. And you might tag team with your chess friends but you do not share bedrooms." he explained, "Plus everyone goes down and has a drink in the evening its good money for them."

"Maybe they don't want chess people cause most of them don't gamble?"

"Ehhh maybe," he shrugged,

"Ohhh..." I gulped,

"Oh? Oh! what Oh?" He asks setting his magazine down,

"Ooooohhhh nooo..." I said clutching my belly,

"Baby?!"

"BABY!" I nodded,

"Ohh no! Ohhhhhhh nooooo!" He gulped, "Okay! Okay! We need uhhh... Ooooh we need! Stuff! we need bags! we need your baby bag! we... we haven't packed it yet!"

"Just throw a nightie, a baby blanket, some bottles and a sleep mask in the black bag,"

"Okay! I can do that!" He bolted up to gather things,

"BENNY MOVE!" I screamed,

"Okay! okay! I'm moving!" he yelled,

"Yes I'm surprised you were able to be so calm From the look of it you've been in active labour for at least twelve hours" the doctor said as he came closer,

"Yeah… not my first time I kinda just ignored it?" I answered

“Ignored it!” Benny complained, “Why didn’t you say!”

“If I told you every time I was in pain during this pregnancy Benny you’d have told me to shut up a million times!”

"But that does mean baby will be along shortly. But not a lot of time for-” the doctor explained,

"No no, I know what you're gonna say, no. It's not going to happen. This happened last time, this happened with Marybelle I am not doing it again! I need my drugs!"

"I'm afraid that's just not possible Mrs watts not this late," he says

"Please please I'm begging you I need drugs there is no way I can do this without drugs. There is going to be a whole Human making its way out of me, PLEASE"

"Sorry, Mrs. Watts." He says before he got on with business with the nurses I just laid back on the bed.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed as this pain rocketed through me and the room sprung into action a nurse beside me giving me a pace to breathe at, the doctor between my legs and nurses beside him by now the waves had subsided and it was now just this constant pain growing and growing each push of my almost numb muscles made the pain grow more and more I could hear them talking telling me things but I was so overwhelmed by pain all I heard was breath and push and that's all I did just keep breathing and pushing keep breathing and pushing I'd never felt pain so intense in my life that my mind basically shut itself down tears streaming down my face my body numb but in agony "aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!'

"Good good you're doing fine, another big push for me"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed

"Very good"

“Ohh my god this is terrifying…” Benny sighed as he held my hand,

“Ohhh It's bad for you!” I yelled,

“Big push for me," the doctor told me,

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"you doing okay sweetie?" Benny smiled kissing my head

"Do I look okay!"

"Sorry good point…” he sighed, "You must be... in misery"

"You think!"

"Well I'm happy to be here to hold your hand, sweetie," He smiled holding my hand sweetly and kissing it but I grabbed his shirt

"You really think I brought you here to be all cute and loving? You think I brought you here to hold my hand and kiss my head like some shit rom-com movie Benny! NO! If I have to sit here and push a goddamn human out of me without even a fucking ibuprofen as it rips its way out of me, You are gonna fucking be here! and you are going to fucking watch the absolute shit show that is the birth of a child! You dare look away I swear to god I will make you feel this pain Benny I swear it!"

"And push" the doctor demanded so I did what I could even if my body basically began to work on its own at a point where my body knew it had to get this out whether I liked it or not pure animalistic evolutionary madness fueled my body as it worked to get this thing out! And I screamed the blood-curdling sound bouncing off the hospital walls "You did this to me! You fucking bastard Benny! After Marybelle, I never wanted to do this again! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed

"Oh my god!” Benny gulped,

"Okay big push," The doctor says and I grab Benny's hand and scream "Perfect perfect keep that going," he says and I basically left my body from the stinging burning pain my vision blurring all I saw was the nurses working the doctor barking orders and benny holding my hand even if I did see his face go white I swear I blacked out and merely woke up to the nurses rubbing my legs and smiling

"You did great, that's amazing, baby's here," The nurse told me

"Baby's here?" I asked

"Baby's here,” the nurse smiled as she handed me the wrapped-up little body of our little baby girl, she had a patch of little Y/H/C hair and little brown eyes,

"awww... she's beautiful," I cooed,

"she is, she is just as beautiful as her mother." he smiled giving my cheek a kiss and her little head, "Our perfect little girl,"

"Our beautiful baby girl," I smiled as we cuddled her and gave her all the kisses, "what should we name her?"

"I do have an idea,"

"Ohh?"

"Cassia."

"Cassia?" I smiled, "I like it, little Cassia Watts."

"Little baby Cassia. It's perfect," he smiled,

I sat slowly giving Cassia her bottle as I sat on the sofa, The door opened and suddenly slammed shut.

"What the fuck!" Marybelle yelled,

"Whoa! Whoa, what's the matter, honey?" Benny tried to calm her given he was already in the kitchen,

"I was left at the school gate for THREE HOURS!" She yelled, "In the rain!"

"Ohh my god-" I gasped, as I remembered,

"Marybelle we-" he began,

"And after I walked home the door was locked! I had to stay all night at Lisa's!" she yelled, "and then I came back this morning still locked! what the fuck happened! I was down here an hour banging on the door before school!"

"Marybelle, Honey we are so so sorry," I told her,

"We are so sorry Honey Please forgive us." Benny told her pulling her into a hug as she was more upset than angry, "We're so sorry, I was going to call school once we got to the hospital, I just lost track of time."

"Hosptial!" she asked,

"Marybelle, come meet your baby sister," I smiled,

"I missed her being born!" She complained as she came to the sofa,

"We're so sorry Marybelle," Benny said as he came over too,

"It's okay, lots going on," she nodded, "I can deal with being forgotten one time. given she was being born I feel like that's fair..." She nodded, "Can I hold her?"

"Of course, she's just finished her bottle, you can hold her so long as you give her some burping pats." I smiled handing her over, "Gentle, gently... there you go, Marybelle,"

"Awww... Hi... Hi lil sis. She's cute."

"She is isn't she," Benny smiled,

"Her Name?"

"Cassia," I smiled,

"Cassia? I guess Dad named her right?"

"Yes, how could you tell?"

"We read the poem in class,"

"I think it suits her." Benny smiled,

"It does," she nodded,

"I'm sure you two will get along amazingly, you'll be an amazing big sister, Marybelle," I told her,

"I hope I can be," she nodded,

I smiled as I watched Benny putting Cassia to sleep as I did some scrapbooking adding her recent footprint to her book.

"what's all that?" Marybelle asked as she finished her homework,

"Cassia's baby book, it has all her little things in so we can look back and see how she grew." I smiled showing her Cassia's book full of prints, trinkers, photos and such.

"Awww that's sweet," she smiled, "Where's my baby book?"

"Ohh... you- uhh I didn't make one for you," I told her, "Of course you're in other photo albums and such but..."

"Why don't I have a baby book?"

"Well... I was only a little younger than you when I had you, I didn't really have the money to buy a book for you, or the time to do it all and god knows your father wasn't going to help me do stuff like that." I explained,

"Oh..."

"I do regret it, I wish I had made one for you Marybelle. Then we could look back and see how you grew. Compare it with Cassia. I wish I had made one up for you,"

"It's okay..." she nodded,

I sighed as I tried to get Cassia to go to sleep in her little baby basket in the living room, trying to keep her quiet as Benny had been up all night with her so I let him go to bed upstairs for a few hours,

"I wasn't picked up again!" Marybelle yelled as she came in,

"Maybelle!" I told her, "Please... quiet."

"I was forgotten after my therapy again!" she complained hushed,

"I am so so sorry Marybelle,"

"Yeah yeah, you're always sorry... sorry I am not Cassia then my every need would be taken care of!"

"Marybelle, Cassia is an infant! we have to do everything for her! everything! She can't walk! She can't eat! She can't even wipe her own butt!" I complained, "I'm sorry honey. it's just... babies are very hard to juggle," I explained,

"Dad could have come get me."

"He's asleep. and I would really not like to wake him. He's been up all night with Cassia he got no sleep, Yes... I should have woken him to come get you Marybelle but I am very very tired and yes... I forgot. I am sorry."

"You're really struggling aren't you?"

"Babies... are hard honey," I told her,

"... If... If we cancelled my therapy? Could you afford a Nanny? or daycare for Cassia?"

"You don't have to do that Marybelle."

"I know... but I wanna help,"

"Thank you, that's very sweet and very appreciated." I smiled kissing her on the head, "But it's okay, me and Benny can manage and you need your appointments,"

"Okay, and I'll make walking home part of my day. to take it off your plate."

"Thank you, Marybelle,"

"Did you want me to take her? so you can get some rest with Dad?"

"No no you get on with your homework," I told her,

"What did I miss?" Benny asks as he comes down the stairs,

"Your turn," I told him, handing him Cassia, "I'm going to bed."

"Okay, sweetie..." he yawned, "what did I miss?"

"Crying and screaming," I told him

"The usual day. Got it." he nodded, "Ohh Hi Marybelle..."

"Hi Dad," she sighed, "You wanna hand?"

"no no I got the babygirl," He said,

I sighed as I sat down putting Cassia down for a nap sitting with Benny laying my head in his lap,

"uhhh babies are exhausting..."

"Yeah. Imagine marybelle back when I had no help."

"How are you even alive?"

"To be fair... Marybelle didn't cry insistently like Cassia."

"...Y/n Sweetie?"

"Yes, Benny darling?" I yawned,

"...where is marybelle?"

"At school.... right?"

"It's six pm."

"Therapy?"

"Sunday."

"In her room?"

"Her room door was open when I put Cassia down..."

"Oh god-"

"Oh my god where is Marybelle!" I yelled as I got up bolted to the phone and called Lisa's mother,

"Hello?"

"Hi, Carol! is uhhh is Marybelle with Lisa!"

"Yes..."

"Ohh thank god!" I sighed, "She's with Lisa." I told Benny,

"Ohh thank fuck!"

"Can we have a word?"

"Course," she said and minutes later,

"Hi."

"Hi! Marybelle why didn't you say you were going to Lisa's!" I asked,

"I've been here since Friday night."

"WHa- YOU WHAT!"

"Yeah, thanks for noticing!"

"Marybelle we are so sorry we-"

"Didn't even notice! yeah, I gathered!"

"Marybelle please we-"

"It's fine you're dealing with your perfect little girl so I figured I'd just leave. and since it took you till Sunday night to even notice I guess you didn't miss me that much."

"We are so so sorry honey we have had so much going on with your sister-"

"It's fine. I'll stay here. You can move Cassia into my room."

"Marybelle No! please just come home and we can talk."

"Fine..." she sighed hanging up the phone,

"We are bad parents."

"I know..." Benny sighed, "I'm gonna let you lead this one... I don't think

Luckily it wasn't long till a very angry Marybelle was home,

"Marybelle please, we are so so sorry honey, everything has just been insane with Cassia, we never meant to forget about you, please forgive us and we'll do whatever you like next weekend."

"...I know this baby is hard. I get it. but... you fill her baby book once a week. take hundreds of pictures of her. every day you talk about her. you spent all your time with her. and around her. I just... I feel like... I'm an extra piece... like Your a mum, a dad and your little girl and I'm just... here."

"Marybelle you are not just here. you're our girl."

"Not your perfect little baby girl."

"No. you're not our perfect little baby girl. you're our perfect big girl growing up, and we still want to be with you, still want to see you, still want to be in every moment of your life. You are always gonna be our first girl. Our perfect girl. I know it must feel a bit like we are shutting you out. but I promise you we are a family all four of us. Just right now... Cassia needs us more than you do. and it's not that we don't want to be in your life... it's that... you're a big girl, you're growing up, and that is amazing! we want to be as much a part of it as we wanna be in Cassia's but... she needs us to be hands-on. Becuase she's a baby Marybelle. We have to be hands-on with her we don't have a choice." I told her, "It doesn't mean we don't want you here or don't want to be involved."

"You mean that?"

"Of course we do marybelle, Hey? come on honey we'll get a takeaway for tea and next weekend we promise whatever you wanna do and we'll do it as a family," Benny told her,

"Thank you," she nodded, "I'm sorry... I guess I could be a little more understanding given the new baby,"

"It's okay, we should have been more considerate about you. do you forgive us?" I asked,

"I forgive you," she nodded hugging me, I happily wrapped my arms around her and Benny wrapped his arms around us both,

"Family hug," he smiled,

"Almost, without Cassia," she said,

"Please no one move her now she's asleep," I laughed,

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canirove · 2 years ago

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The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 5

Author’s note: Part of this chapter is an imagine I posted months ago and that kind of inspired the story, so some of you may have read it already, though I did some tiny changes.

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It's been two weeks since Alice's hen do, and I still don't remember what the hell happened with Ben on that lift. Well, that’s a lie. I actually remember one thing: that I kissed him and that it was one of the best kisses I've ever had. But everything else? It's all blurry. And I hate that feeling, because who knows what stupid things I said.

We haven't crossed paths either since that day. According to his Instagram, he is on a work trip in Italy, enjoying the good weather and amazing food, while here it is pouring with rain and I've been living out of white rice and boiled fish because Levi has been sick. And if we didn't eat what he ate, he would not eat at all. Kids.

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"Hold the door!" someone says, running towards the lift. No, not someone. Ben. He's back from his trip. "Hello, neighbour" he says with that big smile I love so much.

"Holy shit."

"Is that your new way to say hello to people?" he asks, still smiling.

"No, sorry. Hi" I say, trying to make my brain work again and stop staring at him. But I can't. I just can't.

He is not wearing his usual kind of ugly sweatshirts, jeans and sneakers. He's wearing a suit. A freaking suit. And on his hand, he has a trench coat, a Burberry one judging by the bit of fabric I can see on the inside. He looks like he was shooting one of their ads. Or maybe that he was an extra on one of the Kingsman movies. He looks stupidly hot and elegant, and I can't stop looking at him.

"Do you want to take a picture?" he says as he moves to push his floor's button.

"What?"

"You keep staring, so maybe you want to take a photo and keep staring later. When you are alone" he smirks.

"You are so funny, Benjamin" I say, trying to roll my eyes. But I can't. They are stuck looking at him.

"How was the hangover?"

"Not bad."

"Sure" he chuckles.

"It was horrible. Happy, now?"

"Not really. The thought of you being sick is one I don't like."

The thought of what? Did he just say what I think he said?

"How is Levi?" he asks.

"He was sick. One of those stomach bugs."

"Poor boy. I actually got him a gift, when is he coming back from school?"

"Around three."

"Great. I’ll see if I can stop by" he says as the lift stops on my floor. "It was nice seeing you again, neighbour."

"You too, Benjamin" I say, speaking before thinking.

When the lift’s door close, he is smiling from ear to ear, and I can only think about one thing. That I'm falling for him. Hard. Damn it.

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"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yell, quickly turning around after seeing the door opening on the mirror's reflection, and the person that shows up.

"I’m so sorry, I didn't know there was someone in the bathroom."

"Leave. Now!" I say, holding the tower I'm wearing a bit tighter against my body.

"But I need to use it" Ben says, closing the door behind him and nodding towards the toilet.

"Don't you have a house where you can do that? What are you doing here?"

"I came to give Levi his gift, but Mrs. McKenzie told me he was out with his parents. Then she invited me to a cup of tea, we had a chat, and now I need to pee and she said I could use the bathroom on this part of the house.”

"This is for staff only."

"I didn't know" he shrugs.

"Well, now you know. So please, leave."

"The other night you weren't so keen on me leaving" he says, taking a step closer to where I am standing. "When you kissed me on the lift, I mean."

"I didn't kiss you."

"Yes, you did. You threw yourself at me and kissed me. Said I have very kissable lips."

"I was drunk, I wasn't thinking" I say, feeling my cheeks burn.

"The nanny being drunk and kissing her neighbour. Imagine if Mr. and Mrs. Kloss found out."

"You better not say a word, Benjamin" I say, threating him.

"Or what?" he says, now standing very close to me. "Will you kiss me again? Because I really want to kiss you. Now."

"What are you..." But before I can finish my sentence, he is doing it. He is kissing me, one hand cupping my face while the other is holding onto the sink, pinning me against it. And for some reason, I kiss him back, my hands still holding my towel.

"Ben..." I whisper when he starts kissing my neck, my collarbone. "What if Mrs. McKenzie comes looking for you?"

"She won't" he says, looking me in the eyes as his hands move to mine, taking them on his and letting them rest on the sink, one to each side of my body.

"You can't know that."

"I do. She was busy getting everything ready to make dinner" he says with a big smirk before his fingers are back on my towel. “Do you trust me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you trust me or not?”

“I do.”

“Good” he says, undoing the knot on my towel and letting it fall to the floor, leaving me stark naked in front of him.

"Benjamin!" I say, trying to sound mad at him, outraged at what he is doing. But my voice is just a whisper, a whisper that turns into a gasp when I feel his mouth on my nipple, his tongue playing with it.

"Shh" he says when I hear myself moaning. "Mrs. McKenzie is in the kitchen, remember?"

"She..." But again, I'm not able to say anything else, his mouth now on my other breast. When he gets tired of it, he kneels down and starts kissing my stomach, my bellybutton, going down as my body tenses under his touch.

“May I?” he asks, stopping just there.

My only answer is a nod, one that is followed by a loud moan when he finds the spot he was looking for, my hand instantly going to my mouth to stop me from doing it again. From Mrs. McKenzie being able to hear me. But it's impossible. Whatever he is doing feels too good, and I can't control what my body is doing.

"Ben" I hear myself whispering again, one of my hands on his hair, pulling him closer to me, asking him for more. And then, I'm gone. I don't know what the hell he is doing to me and for how long, but I am completely gone.

"There" I suddenly hear him say in front of me, bringing me back to reality. When I open my eyes, still trying to catch my breath, he is putting the towel back in place, a big grin on his face.

"I..." I mumble, not knowing what to say, still feeling... I don't know what I'm feeling right now.

"I'll see you around, neighbour" he says, that stupid big grin still on his face as he opens the bathroom door, winking at me before closing it and disappearing, leaving me speechless and definitely in need of another shower. A very cold one.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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candyredmusings · 2 years ago

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Mike’s Mic Appropriately Unhinged Recap Of Pretty Little Liars Sentence Starters.

I love this video series and I have nothing else to say for myself. May update more in time as I rewatch these videos. Feel free to change pronouns/whatever you need!

I need a cross. Where’s my crosses?

The girls are truly dropping like flies in this town.

[NAME] was addicted to speed.

[NAME] .... is gay!

[NAME] slept with her teacher.

[FULL NAME]. Felon. Felon. Felon. Jail. Prison.

The more layers you scratch the more issues there are so we’re not gonna scratch!

[FULL NAME] is not seeing heaven and I’ll make sure of it.

What were their names again? Glizzy. Slime Girl. Blob. And Eminem.

Let me wear one other item of clothing, [NAME]!

[NAME] is very nice and gets along with everyone, so it’s not looking good for her ‘staying alive’ wise.

His irrelevance astounds me.

The way [NAME] was in the trenches with these crusty wigs.

[NAME] is getting increasingly shitty.

He’s largely a cringe flop.

This man is crusty I’m going to tear him a new one.

Look if you take away all the horrible, rude shit she says ... She’s an icon

Look, if I’m being honest ... That’s my bestie and she did nothing wrong. She was justified in everything that she did.

That’s my bestie and she did nothing wrong. She was justified in everything that she did.

She was justified in everything that she did.

It’s so ridiculous but it’s also just so fun if you ignore how dumb it is.

Let me move my bangs so I can read this properly.

Remember the boner phone?

Call off your techno-boytoy.

Call off your techno-boytoy or I’ll call the cops.

Someone needs to go to jail for this wig.

[NAME] minimized her slay.

Be your own techno-boytoy.

I know you wanna kisth me.

The person who has the stick gets to talk, and since I have the stick that means no more talking from you.

Why would I do this? Reason one is BECAUSE I WANT TOO!

As I was doing this and spending ridiculous amounts of hours on this and I was not getting bored I was like ‘I think something’s wrong.’

What happened here? We’ve had a casualty!

We’ve had a casualty!

If I say things like, ‘[NAME] you’re not seeing heaven’ ... It’s a joke!

[NAME] invented homophobia.

I’m doing you a public service. Slay!

Babe, just google it.

[NAME] felon of the century!

[NAME]! That’s my bestie right there!

[NAME] ... Truly a menace of the millennia.

Who plays lacrosse?

[NAME], the crust lord of the millennium.

[NAME]’s key traits are ‘fashionable, popular, and blonde.’

These girls love to sh-teal.

Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous girls love SOUP.

*Coughs* liar. *Coughs* felon.

Call the ‘yass’ police!

Whoa, babe, we literally just met, and you’re already kissing me on the cheek?

This girlboss right here is the messiest.

Put the blazers down!

*Sighs* This man ...

[NAME] is dating a crusty named [NAME].

[FIRST AND LAST NAME], key words is ‘rich’ ‘asshole’ ... But also a little bit slay.

She hates [NAME] because she’s underage and poor.

[NAME] can’t fight all three of these girlbosses.

You’re going to be SOO gooped and gagged, this isn’t even the start of it!

You’re going to be SOO gooped and gagged!

This crusty ass wig.

The hair looks like shit!

Crusty wigs is a key part of [NAME]’s personality.

[NAME] has came back from Weed Rehab camp.

Our girlboss [NAME] has done some digging.

She sleeps in eyeliner. She practically has eyeliner tattooed onto her eyelids.

I-CONIC LYRICISM!

I do not condone this buffoonery.

We’re not gonna find out anytime soon-- FORGEDABOUTIT.

Girl ... You hit her with a car!

#txt #rp memes #rp prompts #sentence starters #ask prompts #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #inbox memes #inbox prompts

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dear-mortality · 3 months ago

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The shepherd prince

Chapter seventeen:

Chapters

Tw: abuse , domestic violence , assault , blood mention ,

Ether was gladly dragged along with enfys towards the group that called for him

"Alright im here so let's get to it"

They were a group of four, They all looked at ether for a second

One of them with silver curly hair waved at bun before they all started moving

He felt awkward but he got over it quickly as he walked around with them and saw the witches using their magic to build their camp.

Some planted a seed that they used a spell on to grow into a nice little cabin

Some made simple tents.

Though one of those tents was made of volcanic rock, the owner was especially proud of it.

As ether was occupied the people with enfys took that as an opportunity to talk to him in a low tone

"Hey uh you didn't exactly introduce us? Who is this person??" Said a man shorter than enfys, wearing a loose button up shirt full of stains shoved into some baggy pants and wearing leather gloves that were barely his size, with short wavy black hair on his head and stubble on his chin and jaw line

"Yeah like is he really not your betrothed? I'd say he's exactly your type."

Questioned a woman with pale skin and a button nose and cat like eyes, her short silver hair styled as a Bob cut and wearing a fancy dress with the front of it torn up to the knees and a saber sheathed on her side.

"I need to ask. How much wolf is he? Im pretty sure he may flare my allergies but i REALLY want to touch his tail." Asked a guy wearing a trench coat over nothing with plain pants and a white hat over his straight brown hair, his face and chest full of freckles and his waist full of potions of all colours

"It will be interesting seeing someone get all the questions i got when i first entered this group" stated a person with dark skin and dragon horns on their head, wearing only pants that stop right at their crotch with their torso covered in scales but a jacket over their shoulders like a cape. Their body covered in scales that are iridescent and with a long tail right at their tailbone.

"Whispering won't make much of a difference, everyone. He can hear us perfectly." enfys said while looking back at ether and met buns eyes, immediately and acted like he didn't hear anything and looked away in embarrassment.

"ok then let me introduce you! This is ether, the prince of my nation of origin. You know uh, the one that got cursed. He's under a curse that we can't decipher for some reason even though mom made it. Right now we're going on a journey to find the archmage because honestly i have no idea what else to do at this point. We've grown to be good friends." Enfys stated before turning to him "ether these are some of the closest people to me in the coven, the guy with short black hair is beiqis, the one with some dragon features and hair braided is malaje, the girl with curly silver hair wearing a 'practical gown' as she likes to call it is cyerosa and the one hoarding- i mean keeping potions on his waist is faqe. Sorry for the seemingly rude comment at the end we like to joke that he's hoarding them because they're pretty."

"I am." whispered faqe towards ether

"The short descriptions aren't giving us much character you know?" Stated beiqis with a smile

"Yeah yeah but its easier for you guys to reveal your character than have me describe it" enfys answered

"Well, i certainly quite like how you handled my introduction." Said cyerosa gleefully

"Yeah because he used more than 3 words on you." Interrupted beiqis

"Oh don't be like that! Your short hair is a wonderful trait about you, seeing that everyone here doesn't seem to bother even styling theirs half the time."

"Im ok with not being introduced in detail too. I don't like anyone describing me when im around." Malaje added without showing any facial expressions

Ether smiled at them all nervously before his bubble revealed him thinking that they were all very good looking

"ooooooo someone has nice taste i see~" quipped faqe as ether tried to strangle the bubble.

He turned around and tried walking away while embarrassed before bumping into the guy with volcanic armour as he was quietly standing behind them, ether was too focused with the group to notice him approaching

The armour was hot to the touch so ether hissed a little as it burned for a second

"Hey! Watch where you're going." He yelled, his hair seemingly catching a little fire.

Having heard that voice everyone froze and looked at enfys with a scared expression

Even ether felt the tension

"Naphees i wanted to talk to you about something-"

"You. Do not. Get to call me that, Trevor." Grunted enfys, not even turning around.

"Babe please i want to fix what's between us-"

Before he could finish enfys had stomped the ground making a force field that pushed everyone out, no one outside could hear or see them.

"thanks. Was kind of uncomfortable talking about this in the open like that."

"Hmm and yet you were quite comfortable with forcing me into talking to you in private! How curious! Have you no shame?" Enfys pointed out

"Naphees-"

"ENFYS."

".....enfys. im sorry for what i did i really am, I've been apologising forever now why won't you forgive me? Don't you believe im sorry?"

"You hurt me. You used something to block my magic and BEAT ME UP BECAUSE YOU WERE JEALOUS OF SOMEONE I WAS WORKING WITH AND LEFT ME THERE TO BLEED WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A POTION TO HELP ME HEAL. HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO FORGIVE YOU??? OR TRUST YOU???"

"Listen i know it was bad but don't make yourself the victim here! You know how i felt about you being around other men and you kept going out of your way to be with them! YOU KNEW IT WOULD MAKE ME ANGRY." Trevor yelled, flames swirling on his head

"Its called BEING SOCIABLE and PROFESSIONAL and DREADING BEING IN THE SAME ROOM WITH YOU BECAUSE EVERY TIME WE HAVE A NICE MOMENT YOU RUINED IT WITH YOUR JEALOUSY AND POSSESSIVENESS. THAT'S NOT TO FUCKING MENTION THE ASSAULT AND THE FIGHTS AND THE VERBAL ABUSE. WE'VE BEEN BROKEN UP FOR 2 YEARS NOW WHY CAN'T YOU JUST MOVE ON??"

"I CAN'T JUST MOVE ON FROM YOU!! I LOVE YOU!!"

enfys laughed hysterically

"Yeah it shows. Making me uncomfortable and hurting me verbally, mentally AND physically, draining me, using hurtful words AND BREAKING MY BONES when i point out your hypocrisy- yeah these sure are how you show love to someone and it tells me alot more about you than you'd like to hear." He responded with his voice shaking from how upset he is

"UGH you NEVER change do you??? Will you ever let my mistakes go?? You know what your issue is? you think im clueless. I know you're dating that new boyfriend of yours just to spite me so why bother playing around when im here to take you back !?"

"HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND! YOU JUST PROVED WHY WE WILL NEVER BE TOGETHER! YOU ARE JEALOUS, INSECURE, POSSESSIVENE AND IMMATURE."

As this was happening ether kept inspecting the area where the field is and trying to hear or see anything

Faqe held up a potion and looked through it at the field to see Trevor and enfys arguing intensely

"Yup they're going to fight. Everyone get ready to beat Trevor up."

They all stood in battle stances as ether looked a little nervous and decided to act.

With one slash at the field he tore it open with his claws and gave trevor a death stare while snarling a little

"I don't like you." His bubble stated.

Trevor was going to fight before looking around to see everyone is ready for him

"Ugh. This isn't over." He left huffing and stomping, every step burning a trace into the ground and his hair fully engulfed in flames.

After he left ether looked worriedly at enfys

"Sorry. They said you might fight so i had to act before any of you did." Ether apologized knowing he interrupted something that wasn't any of his business

"No. What you did was perfect. I really almost slapped him near the end. it would've escalated from there."

"Would it be wrong to wish ether didn't interfere so i could see Trevor's stupid face swollen with a slap mark?" Questioned beiqis

"Talk about a dilemma. i actually wish the same thing." Responded cyerosa

"indeed." Faqe and malaje agreed in unison

"Sorry guys but i have to go back to my room in the castle. Im pretty shaken after all this." Enfys interrupted, unenergetic and shaken.

"Its ok enfys. We're here if you need us." emphasized malaje with a sad look on their face.

"Thank you. Im going to have to rest after this." Enfys mumbled as she left in a hurry

Ether quickly followed without saying anything the whole way. They reached their room and sat on their beds.

"Ether i know you have questions. You can ask them now. Thank you for waiting this long."

Ether hesitated for a second

"Who was that? Why did he call you naphees? And why were you fighting?"

"That was Trevor, he's my ex boyfriend. He called me naphees because that's also my name, enfys is more like a pet name but I prefer using it over naphees. I dumped him after he beat me up because of his jealousy and he has been trying to reconcile ever since. This was two years ago. He keeps doing this whenever we see eachother but it normally gets violent real quick. i make sure to leave him limping every time."

Ether was horrified and furious

His entire face showed a mix of rage and sadness and shock

"Ether before you think of anything please don't get between us two. I can't promise to protect you if you get on his bad side because he's really..... really good at picking the times when you're most vulnerable to hurt you...."

Ether felt like crying after hearing the pain in enfys voice. He quickly hugged him tight.

Enfys smiled softly before patting ethers back

"Thank you. I'd like to sleep now."

"Yeah. Me too."

They both went to bed and closed the curtains to block the sunlight. Ether could hear enfys sobbing quietly and his heart broke a thousand times over with each sniffle he heard.

#story writing #writing #ocs #oc #original character #original characters #original story #original writing #the shepherd prince #my story

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nii-chans-rabiddogs · 2 years ago

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Weird Doctor

TWs: drugged character, restraints, muzzle. It's extra long, but I'm not sure where to cut it so I haven't. lemme know if i need to add any other TWs if theyre missing, please. Have fun <3

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

It feels like I’m floating in syrup, cuz everything is nice and quiet and slow, but it’s also too cold to go back to sleep. I wriggled around until realizing that I’m not on a bed and there is no blanket, sadly. I opened my eyes enough to figure out that the cement I’m laying on isn’t covered by anything. Why would I sleep on cement? It’s not warm or comfy at all, and I always trip over the cracks and skin my hands or knees, it's the worst. Wait, there’s a blanket, but it's on the other side of the room and I don’t wanna get up. I stared sadly at it for a bit, letting my brain melt away. Eventually I got too cold and tried to get up, but my arms shook and everything started spinning just a little bit so I laid back down. I huffed, and tried to remember what happened but I kept getting distracted by how cold it was. Why would anyone ever make it so cold? Why would you torture yourself like that? It has to be at least 71 degrees for me to feel comfortable and even then I hide under the blankets. It definitely isn’t that warm in here, and I wanna leave but the only way out is a weird door with a flap at the bottom.

Actually, the door looks like those ones in movies, yknow? The ones for cells to hold the prisoners, all steel and whatever metal doors are made of. It looks really heavy though, and the room is pretty dark. I can see alright, but there’s no light coming in anywhere. There’s also a ring in the center of the room, which is a trip hazard. You shouldn’t put things out in the middle of the room with no light source, someone’s gonna break the ankle tripping on it. I wouldn’t though, cuz I never trip ever and anyone who says I do is lying and should be banished from my kingdom. Wait, I don't have a kingdom. Do I? Oh well. It would be nice to have a kingdom, just relaxing all day getting to eat all the chocolates and not having to do anything. Maybe I should start my own kingdom, but people say it’s hard. All you gotta do is declare yourself king though, so I don’t understand what they think is hard about that. Maybe they can’t make themselves king? I could make all the people kings, but only if they promised to leave my kingdom alone and give me chocolates.

Suddenly, the door was shoved open, and I closed my eyes against the very bright light that came with it. That was scary, it dragged on the ground and made a really loud noise that hurt my ears. I opened my eyes to glare at it, so it wouldn’t do that again. Oh hey, when they get here? There was someone standing in the door, with a weird thing in their hands.

“Oh good, you’re awake. Let’s get this on you, I need to take you down to the medbay. You lost quite a bit of blood, and we need to fix that. Getting more is a pain, by the way, so if you lose any more I will drain you dry myself, understood?” They said, walking up to me with the weird thing.

I tried to say something but it hurt and I started coughing, which hurt more. I huffed, cuz I couldn't do anything else. The guy crouched down, setting the weird thing on the floor nearby. He unfolded the weird thing, which had other things inside. He grabbed what looked like one of those shock collars for dogs, but without the spikes on the inside. She- wait, is she a guy or a girl? I can’t tell. Oh well. They slid it under my neck before pulling it tight and clicking it together. Rude, I’m not a dog. I’m not even an animal, everyone can see that. Maybe they need glasses? The weird person was wearing a doctor trench coat, which is even weirder than a normal trench coat, actually. The weird doctor pulled another thing from the little pile that was already mostly gone, and it looked like an odd fabric mask.

He lifted my head up and placed the cold metal part under my chin, and pulling the top metal piece over the bridge of my nose. I tried to watch, but my eyes went cross eyed and made me dizzy, so I just stared at the weird doctor again. They tugged on it before clipping the two back straps together around the back of my head, and then making it really tight somehow. I winced and tried to move away but the weird doctor just yanked my head back and told me to stay still or else, so I stopped wiggling and glared at them. They started pulling on something on the side of the mask thingie, and then that side was really tight and I couldn't open my mouth at all. They started doing the same for the other side, and I tried to move again but it was hard and really slow, so the weird doctor just shoved me back onto the floor.

He yanked my hands behind my back and click-clacked super handcuffs onto my wrists, right over the cuts from before. I tried to pull on them, but it just made my wrists hurt really really bad so I just laid there while the weird doctor went out past the door. It was still cold, but now it was worse cuz i can’t move and everything hurts. Weird Doctor dragged in a moving bed, like the ones in hospitals for patients. Weird, a doctor would never let it get this cold. I’ve never seen a doctor before so I’m not sure. Or a hospital. Movies show them all the time, and they always seem really loud with everyone yelling and weird machines beeping or screaming. Maybe Weird Doctor is a worker for a quiet hospital? Quiet hospitals seem like they would be more secret-ier, so they have to be super secret and make sure nobody tells.

“Alright, runt. I’m going to lift you and if you kick me, I will break your ankle. Behave.”

That was the only warning I got before Weird Doctor lifted me up in the princess carry and set me down on the moving bed. I wanted to kick him but it felt like I was gonna throw up and I didn't wanna do that. I can’t even open my mouth at all, and I didn't wanna have to swallow puke. That’d be really gross and icky. I jerked when my wrists got crushed under me, and it felt like someone lit them on fire so I rolled onto my side. I took a deep breath, but it didn’t make me feel any better, and nothing made any more sense. Hopefully Weird Doctor could fix my wrists, and maybe give me some chocolate. I’m really hungry, but I can't ask for anything cuz my throat hurts, and the mask keeps my mouth clamped shut.

Weird doctor started pushing the moving bed out of the dark room, and out into the hallway. I didn’t look very different, but there are lights which is nice. No one will trip, cuz now they can see the ground. Unless they’re distracted, like the one time Detective walked into a door while reading a case paper. He dropped like he was shot too, which was funny cuz he cussed like a sailor, whatever that means. I heard Ms. Secretary say that to someone, but I'm not sure what it means. He did cuss a lot though, and he said I shouldn’t repeat any of it to anyone who looked like a reporter.

We passed by some other rooms, but they all had the same type of door, so I couldn’t see in. I heard something whimpering in one of them, maybe a dog? That makes me sad cuz doggies are really nice and fun to play with, they shouldn’t be hurt. Maybe if I ask really nicely, Weird Doctor will help them too? We passed more doors, and I could hear yelling from some of them, which was scary. I don’t like when people yell, cuz they get really loud and mean and scary. Weird Doctor just kept pushing the moving bed along, and the yelling went away. Weird Doctor is kinda nice, but I don’t like the super-cuffs cuz they hurt my wrists more, or the mask cuz i cant open my mouth at all, or it’ll pull on my nose and make that hurt too. Maybe if I was good, Weird Doctor would get rid of them? And, and maybe if i was really super good i’d get chocolates and something to drink. My throat felt really dry and scratchy, and that was worse than it hurting cuz I can’t scratch my throat.

Weird Doctor walked us around a corner, and suddenly there was an old elevator, like the ones in the scary movies. It looked a little different though, cuz there’s red blotches everywhere and I thought rust was orange. Maybe rust gets darker the longer it's there? The elevator jerked, and suddenly it felt like I was climbing but without actually doing anything. It was cool, but also made me feel sick again, so I ignored it and listened to the music that was playing from somewhere. IT was really nice and calming and made me feel sleepy again, but I don’t think Weird Doctor would like it if I fell asleep again. The elevator dinged, and Weird Doctor pushed the moving bed out of the doors. The walls were really bright, and they were white. I was right, this is a hospital! But it's a quiet hospital, cuz I don't hear anyone yelling, and nothing is beeping. It’s really nice. They pushed the moving bed really, really close to another bed, and lifted me onto that one instead. Why would they do that? The other bed was just fine. Probably a Quiet hospital thing. Weird Doctor undid the super-cuffs, but then they rolled me onto my back just to strap my wrists down to the bed. This is a little unnecessary, I couldn’t do anything before, so what’s the difference? They walked off, so I just laid on my back and rolled my head to watch them. Weird Doctor pulled out a tall, rolling thingie and hooked a red bag to it.

They dragged it over to me, and shoved a needle into my arm. I huffed at the prick, but then the tube it was connected to started to fill with the red stuff. It looked really super familiar but I can’t remember. It was definitely a hospital thing though, but usually the bags are clear. Maybe I get to have a special bag cuz I'm a special boy. I’m the specialiest of boys, so that makes sense. Weird Doctor kept walking around and grabbing things and setting them on the table right next to the bed. I didn’t see that, maybe it's to hold all the chocolates and medicine things Weird Doctor is setting down. They need to make sure to leave enough room for the chocolates, though, or else I’ll have to beat them up. Chocolates are the most important-y things ever.

I blinked slowly as Weird Doctor started filling needles with something, but it’s getting hard to stay awake cuz it's warm. The heat made me tired, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Hopefully Weird Doctor wouldn’t be mad at me, but they also never said anything about not falling asleep, I think. They’ve been nice so far though, cuz they haven’t yelled at me at all. Still don’t like the mask thing, so he’s not the nicest but he’s nice enough. I rolled my head over t o look at the ceiling. It was a pretty grey color, and I stared at it while falling asleep. Blue would be prettier though, I think.

#tw muzzle #tw restraints #tw drugged character #whump writing #whump #medical setting #Ghost is drugged out of his mind but he doesnt quite realize that #Hes just a little guy doing his best #but he isnt the brightest of boys and i love him for it #also hes only watched a total of 4 movies #the detective has never been able to get him to sit still long enough for any more #Ghostie needs to get out more but dont trust him by himself #he'll either never trust anyone or trust everyone. there is no in between #Ghost #Ghostie #Doctor Everly #also known as Weird Doctor

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