#maybe i will finish this later. but for now take this

[zealouswitchwerewolf]

On the back of the room, someone's texting fast enough to rival the speedsters. He seems unaware of the conversation and completely focused on his phone. The only sign that he's listening comes from his small flinches every time Danny reveals a new piece of lore.

It hasn't even been five minutes when a blur of white and yellow shows up in the room. The blur takes a lap around the room and exits it before anyone can react. It takes a minute to notice that there's now an extra person in the room.

Standing in front of Phantom, Red Robin analyzes the scene in front of him more out of habit than surprise. Across the room, Batman is pinching his nose through the cowl, Superman looks intrigued, Wonder Woman is smiling with amusement, and Flash is now holding a bucket of popcorn. The presence in the shadows seems torn between leaving before he's noticed or staying and recording what is sure to be an entertaining show.

"so, a little bird told me you're in need of my services" Red Robin starts, Phantom looks confused "would you like to go the route of fake relative, emancipation, or actual adoption? I have first hand experience with all three but I could probably help with something else if you have a specific plan in mind"

"Robin!" Batman's hands are on the table and he's glaring dangerously at the teenager. The league is watching with a mix of fascination and horror, some of the previous recipients of the batglare™ are trying to make themselves as small as possible to avoid getting Batman's attention while he's this mad. Red Robin doesn't even turn. "You're not supposed to..."

"did you hear something?" Red Robin asks casually to the open-mouthed Phantom who's still trying to process the last three minutes. "Anyway, if you're also worried about money, I can teach you how to funnel money from a billionaire of your choice, I'm sure they won't mind" Batman is now sitting with his head between his hands, looking done. Phantom, on the other hand, is beaming, the usually subdued glow around his features is so bright that some leaguers have to avert their eyes.

"You can help me get back at the fruit loop? Can you donate all his money to charity and give me only the small portion I need? Can you make it seem like he was the one to make that choice?" Phantom's chatter gets exponentially faster as his excitement skyrockets "oooooh, what if we..."

"Baby Bird..." Nightwing interrupts in a soft tone, clearly trying to de-escalate "maybe we shouldn't..." Before he can finish, Phantom grabs Red Robin's hand and turns them both invisible. Nightwing turns to Superman with a questioning glance that's answered with a small shake of the head. The two boys are not in the room anymore.

From his place in the shadows, Kon looks at the heroes in different degrees of dismay and smirks. He moves his phone, making sure to capture each of their expressions for Tim's later enjoyment, and stops his recording. He sends it to the young justice chat and leaves silently to catch up with his friends. They have a potential new member to welcome and the league to annoy. Who needs parental supervision, anyway?

DC x DP

They were gone. Gone. It didn't feel real. How could it? His parents were dead; they were killed by their own invention. How ironic! He could hear Sam saying "what goes around comes around" in her snarky tone. He knows that he should be grieving. But he doesn't feel sad, just numb. Some of Jazz's lectures on shock echo in his head.

Shit! He has to tell Jazz. She is should be in class right now and he knows midterms are next week. She doesn't need to be-

"Phantom?"

Right, he was in the middle of a Justice League debrief when he got the text.

Batman requires him to debrief after he completes a time mission for Clockwork. Something about how is a new member and is inexperienced. Which feels uncalled for since he dealt with world ending events for a whole year before joining the league at 15. And he has been working with the league for two years now. Sure he isn't an adult yet but he has been taking care of himself for as long as he can remember. Much to the chagrin of Jazz. The only thing he needs from his parents now is-

"Phantom!"

"How do you emancipation yourself?"

"What?"

"Would my sister have to know? How am I going to pay the mortgage? Do I get a salary for helping the Justice League? Will I have-"

"Phantom!!"

Danny's eyes snapped up to Batman's glaring. He was just getting in the grove for a good spiral. Belatedly he realized everyone was staring at him with varying forms of confusion and sadness.

"Phantom..." OH no that's Wonder Woman's I have something to tell you that your not going to like but you need to hear it. "Your dead... as far as I am aware, ghosts don't have to pay a mortgage nor do they need to be emancipated."

Jumping up and looking around Danny cheered "OH I forgot to tell you guys! I am not completely dead. I am dead but not completely. I am also not completely alive either. It's confusing in general... I am what's known as a halfa. We are an embodiment of the veil itself, both alive and dead."

Judging by the shocked looks from everyone assembled, Danny did a shitty job of explaining again. Unfortunately for them, Danny has had this conversation one too many times and doesn't want to have it again. So, he decides to bulldoze through any attempts to ask questions and continues.

"Anyways, I do need to be emancipated since my parents just died and I am a minor. There is no way my sister can take me in. She just started her second year of college and-"

"Your a minor!"

"Your alive!"

"Your parents died..."

"I could adopt you."

Snapping his head back to Batman and using the most feed up tone he can muster, he drawls "I have been an orphan for all of 5 mins. You need psychiatric help ASAP."

[daenysx]

Maybe some James potter smut since it’s his birthday? (Idk if it’s still his bday where you are but whatever)

happy birthday to the loveliest boy ever ♡

-send me drabble requests!

james potter x fem!reader, smut

James tells you he's proud of you all the time.

Every time he does it, his words leave a gentle rush of waves in your stomach. Something crawling slowly, like he's gonna ruin you. He looks at you with widened eyes, a small smile curled up on his lips, and you are dying to kiss him.

He whispers it, the first time in three days, and your fingers on the keyboard slow down. His voice sends shivers down your spine and it's a delicious feeling how he can make your mind go blank with only a few words. You press your cheek on your shoulder, a lazy attempt to get back to your senses. James takes the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck.

"Jamie," you murmur. He knows what he's doing, never clueless when it comes to you. "I have to finish this."

"You've got an entire night ahead of you, angel," he mumbles. "Can I maybe have some of your attention?"

Fuck him for being so sweet. He plays his part well to distract you, craving your attention like he's been starved for it all day.

"I can help you with your work later," he offers when you stay silent. "If you take a break with me."

James has a pair of convincing eyes and when he watches you like he needs you, you can't keep doing your work properly. You turn your face to him, recognize the vulnerable look in his face.

"Are you okay?" you ask with concern. He nods.

"Just tired," he replies. "I, um, kinda had an argument with Tom today."

Tom is one of his closest friends on the team, a person who makes his long training sessions more bearable. They don't really argue, this might even be the first time. Your brows get together with worry.

"I'm sorry, Jamie," you say, standing up and leaving your laptop.

"That's okay, we'll probably fix things tomorrow," he says. Sunshine personified, your favorite person in this world. "I just don't want to think about it now."

You take his hand, lead him to bed. It's messy with the blankets thrown over four different colored pillows. A silent practice, how you get your body tangled with his. He lifts his leg to settle it down between your thighs and you press yourself without being embarrassed at all. No need for that, he keeps telling you.

"What were you whispering?" you decide to distract him with a lazy tease. "Before you took me away from my stuff?"

"I'd say you willingly left, but the details are not important, huh?"

He gets on top of you with half of his body, looks at you with hazy eyes. Gorgeous boy.

"And I was just talking about how good you are at what you're doing," he whispers and kisses your cheek. "With that frown on your face when you're upset with it. Or with you biting your lip in pride when you got something right."

"You were watching me."

"I'm always watching you."

You kiss him and he closes his eyes. It's been a long day. He got through it somehow, but being able to relax after a day like this is not easy. Even James Potter needs to be taken care of sometimes.

His fingers are wanting, stroking your waist eagerly. The kiss lasts for a few minutes, whispers of affection lingering in the air between you. Your hands play with his hair, big waves falling in your palms as you move.

You take off your shirt. Nothing happens too fast and it's a good thing. How could he rush this when he got it after wanting so much? Desire pooling in his belly, legs shaking and James swears he could moan when you rub yourself on his thigh.

His shirt's on the floor, too. Every piece of clothing on both of you gets lost and James kisses your inner thigh.

"Get under the blankets," James tells you. "It's cold in here."

You do as he says with his help, pulling his naked body under the soft fabric with you. "I'm feeling really warm," you tell him with a sneaky smile that usually belong to his part of teasing.

"Yeah?" he asks against your collarbones. "Can you show me where?"

You take his hand and drag it slowly to your belly. He does the rest of the job and moves his fingers to your wetness. Sticky sweet under his touch, lazy and wanting. You close your eyes and let him play with you.

James has long fingers and they are thick, but he makes sure they are warm enough every time he touches you. His thumb spends a few second with your clit and he uses others to spread the wetness all over you. You lift your hips when he presses just right, his eyes are glowing with something both exhausted and excited.

"Pretty," he whispers, his fingers find a nice rhytm. It's lazy and slow, a gentle touch on your body and he feels like he belongs here. Right here on the bed, under blankets and his hand never stops touching you. He keeps moving until he has you shaking with a tender wave of shiver.

"It's not gonna end," he murmurs on the side of your neck, his lips not kissing and letting you go mad. "I promise I'll keep going."

He sounds so in love, but so tired. You don't even try to stop yourself from accepting the rush his fingers bring, it's strong and you arch your back. Pleasure has you trembling, it's delicious, and you let out a songlike breath. You want to beg him to kiss your neck, he understands your shaky breaths and finally parts his lips against your pulse point.

His fingers keep moving the way you like. You can't see his face as he's kissing your neck, sucking a little bruise there, you hold the back of his head gently to look at him. A pair of lovesick eyes, his lips are swollen and cheeks warm with desire. You can almost feel him rubbing himself on the sheets, the thought of it is enough to let go.

"James," you whisper, desperate to touch him with your free hand. He stays still. "Don't do it yourself, I wanna help. Please, oh-"

He doesn't listen. He can't. His hands are busy and he can't breathe, he needs to come undone. Adjusting his hips, he gets some stimulation from the sheets, enough to make him moan. "I'm so tired, I need to come with you. I can't- can't wait, sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"Let me touch," you say in a demanding but soft voice. "Let me help."

James listens to you this time, he knows you'll do a better job. He comes up a bit higher in bed for you to reach him, you eagerly extend your hand to feel. It's not difficult to get him right there with you, the moment before the peak. He closes his eyes and puts his head on your chest, lazily sucking on your nipple to ground himself. He's moving his hips against your hand, a big breath ready on his chest.

You come with a moan. James thinks it's the prettiest sound ever. With the rush of the moment, you move your hand faster and he follows you. Your mind goes blank, the world gets blurry. James stays on your chest, his body feels heavier now that he's relaxed. You love seeing him like this, without the anxiety his day left behind.

"Need to clean us up," he mumbles. He's half asleep. "It's uncomfy."

You smile softly. He doesn't even have the energy to blink. "Stay for a while," you tell him, your hand in his hair to fix his waves. "We can do it later."

It's tempting and James is easily convinced. Your chest is the perfect pillow, his head moves as you take calm breaths. Rubbing the tired muscle between his shoulder and neck, you urge him to fall asleep. He forgets everything other than your touch.

[cameronsbabydoll]

okayy enough with all the sappy stuff what about how they fuck!! loved sugar coated chains but can we pleaseee see more of their sex life maybe how some of the baby camerons were made;)

The first baby wasn’t planned.

Not by you, anyway.

You had been too young—too naive to be anyone’s wife, let alone his. And maybe, deep down, Rafe had known that. But it never mattered, because you never mattered.

Not in the way you wanted to.

Not in the way that meant he would have ever let you go.

You remember sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at the pregnancy test in your trembling hands, heart pounding so hard it made you feel sick.

Two pink lines.

Your breath had felt trapped in your throat, eyes blurring as you tried to process what it meant—what it would mean for you, for your life, for the future you had once imagined before Rafe Cameron had taken it from you.

He had found you like that.

Had crouched down, plucked the test from your fingers, and grinned as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze.

"Guess it’s official now, huh?"

Like you hadn’t already been bound to him.

That night, he had kissed you softer than usual. Had run his hands down your body with something close to reverence—like he was proud of what he had done.

And maybe, for a second, you had let yourself believe that meant he loved you.

The second baby came after a fight.

You had been distant. Too distant. And Rafe had noticed.

You had started sleeping on your side of the bed, started moving through the house like a ghost, started doing everything you could to not feel him.

And Rafe had hated it.

So that night, he had reminded you.

Had pressed you into the mattress, covered your body with his, whispered against your skin, “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to pull away from me.”

And when he had pushed inside you, slow and deep, holding you there, all you could do was take it.

And when he had finished inside you, when he had groaned against your throat and wrapped his arms around you too tight to escape, he had murmured, “I should put another baby in you. Then maybe you’d stop acting like you could ever be anything except mine.”

A month later, when you missed your period, when you saw those same two pink lines for the second time—

Rafe had just kissed your forehead and smiled.

"Guess you finally learned your lesson, huh?"

The third baby was made in a moment of desperation.

Because by then, things had changed.

You had changed.

And Rafe could feel it.

The way your eyes had started looking more and more empty whenever they met his. The way your hands had stopped reaching for him, the way you had started slipping through his fingers like water he couldn’t hold on to no matter how tight he clenched his fist.

And Rafe had been scared.

So that night, he had touched you softer than usual. Had kissed you slower. Had whispered things against your skin that almost sounded like love.

And maybe, for a second, you had almost believed it.

Maybe that was why you had let him take you like that—why you had let him push into you with something close to need, why you had let him bury his face in your neck and whisper, “You’re mine, baby. Always.”

Like a promise.

Like a warning.

And when you had seen those two pink lines for the third time—

You had just nodded.

Because you had already known.

Because you had never really had a choice.

[gojover]

suguru barely looks up when you shuffle into the room, stretching your arms over your head with a content sigh.

“finished the laundry,” you announce, rubbing your eyes sleepily.

he hums in acknowledgement, flipping through receipts at the dining table. his laptop is open, numbers glaring back at him, and there’s a pencil tucked into the knot in his hair. he probably hasn’t even used it once.

you hover by his chair, watching him squint at the screen like he can will the numbers into making sense. “been at this long?” you ask, resting a hip against the table.

“too long,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. “if i see one more deduction form, i will go insane.”

“a tragic fate,” you agree. 

he finally glances up at you, eyes tired but amused. “do i get a eulogy?”

“depends.” you tap your chin, pretending to think. “are you planning to finish this anytime soon?”

suguru sighs, rolling his shoulders back before returning to his laptop. “if you let me focus, maybe.”

you take that as an invitation to step closer, sliding a hand up his arm. “or,” you say, pressing a quick kiss to his temple, “you could take a break.”

“mm.” he doesn’t lean away, but he doesn’t stop working either.

undeterred, you press another kiss—his cheek this time, staying there for a tad bit longer. “just a little one.”

“you’re very persistent,” suguru says. he’s typing something one-handed now that his other has drifted to your waist.

“yeah.” your lips brush his jaw next. “you married me knowing that.”

his fingers tighten at your hip, and he closes his laptop with a click. “five minutes,” he mumbles, turning his head just enough to meet your mouth with his.

“ten,” you hum against his lips, triumphant.

suguru’s hand slides up your back, and deepens the kiss just slightly before he leans back with a smirk. “fifteen,” he bargains. “but only if you promise to fold the laundry later.”

“you drive a hard bargain, geto suguru.”

his lips brush yours again, smiling. “you married me, didn’t you?”

#42. distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

[paucubarsisimp]

Reader finding out that Pedri sprays her perfume on his pillowcase and bed shirt before away games because he misses her and the smell reminds him of her 🥺

spray of love

pairing: pedri x reader

summary: basically the request

warnings: none!

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @joaosnovia, @nngkay, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

it was a busy day at the stadium. the game had just finished, and the team was making their way to the locker room. you had stayed behind a bit to talk to a few of pedri’s teammates, including ferran and gavi, who always found a way to keep things light.

you were chatting with them, laughing about a ridiculous play from the match, when ferran, with that signature mischievous grin, decided to drop a bomb.

“so… have you noticed anything strange about pedri’s clothes when he comes back from away games?” ferran asked, leaning casually against the wall.

you raised an eyebrow, curious. “what do you mean?”

gavi snickered, leaning in to add, “you know how he always smells like you when he gets back? like, every time. his shirt, his pillow… it all smells like your perfume.”

you blinked, a little confused. “wait, really?”

“oh yeah,” ferran said, practically grinning from ear to ear. “the guy sprays your perfume on his pillowcase and shirts before every trip. says it helps him feel like you’re there with him when he’s away.”

your heart did a little flip at the thought, and you stared at the two of them. “are you serious?”

“completely,” gavi replied, now fully laughing. “we noticed it when we went on a trip last month. he kept talking about how your scent was the only thing that made him feel better when he was away. he’s basically obsessed.”

ferran shrugged. “i think it’s sweet, honestly. he’s a little too shy to tell you, but we all know about it.”

you were a little speechless, your mind racing. pedri had been carrying a piece of you with him all this time without you knowing. you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. it was honestly one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for you.

“you’re telling me… my perfume is his good luck charm?” you asked, half-laughing, half-melting inside.

gavi nodded, grinning. “he said it makes him feel like you’re there, even if you’re miles away. it’s adorable.”

ferran teased, “you should definitely give him a little surprise next time. maybe spray extra perfume on his pillow before his next game.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “i think i will. i think i’ll just spray it on everything.”

as you turned to walk toward the locker room to find pedri, gavi called after you. “he’s totally going to get embarrassed when you find out, just so you know.”

“don’t worry, i’ll make sure to make him extra embarrassed,” you replied with a sly smile.

a little while later, you found pedri in the locker room, looking tired but happy after the match. as soon as he saw you, a soft smile spread across his face.

“hey, cariño,” he greeted, pulling you into a warm hug. you hugged him back, but you couldn’t resist the playful grin that tugged at your lips.

“hey, how was the game?” you asked, trying to sound casual, though your mind was still on what ferran and gavi had just shared with you.

“it went well,” he said, pulling back slightly to look at you. “glad to be back home, though.”

you nodded, but instead of answering right away, you stepped back, sniffing the air dramatically.

“hmm,” you said, tapping your chin, “i thought i smelled something familiar.”

pedri furrowed his brows, clearly puzzled. “what do you mean?”

“oh, i don’t know…” you leaned in closer to his shirt, taking a deep breath. “maybe my perfume? you’ve been wearing it a lot lately, haven’t you?”

he froze, his face turning an adorable shade of red. “uh… w-what? i—uh…”

you couldn’t hold it in any longer. you burst out laughing, both at the cute look of embarrassment on his face and the fact that he had been caught. “ferran and gavi told me everything, pedri. you’ve been spraying my perfume on your pillowcase and shirts so you can feel like i’m there with you.”

pedri’s face went even redder as he stammered. “i—I didn’t—gavi and ferran—”

you smiled playfully, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “it’s actually really sweet, you know? i didn’t think you were the type to do something like that.”

pedri’s eyes softened, his nervousness turning into a gentle smile. “only for you, cariño.”

you grinned, brushing your fingers against his chest. “well, next time, i’ll make sure to leave a little extra on your pillow for you.”

he smiled, still a little bashful but clearly touched. “i’d like that.”

and just like that, in the middle of the busy locker room, with the sounds of teammates laughing and celebrating in the background, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you—quiet, intimate, and a little sweeter than before.

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[ssulvyyy]

favorite person

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pairing: kmj x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: too much fluff, ceo minji, reader is a college student, workaholic, etc

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it had started with a text. now, an hour later, yn was curled up on the plush couch in minji’s office, absently scrolling through her phone as her girlfriend worked through yet another late night at the office.

she had tried to stay entertained. she really had. but after finishing dinner, sneaking glances at minji, and even attempting to read through her own study notes, boredom had set in.

minji, as usual, was hyper-focused—brows furrowed, fingers typing swiftly, completely lost in the world of high-stakes business deals and never-ending emails. yn wasn’t sure if she was more impressed or concerned.

she huffed dramatically. “minmin..”

minji hummed in response, still typing.

yn pouted. “i could be home, wrapped in my blanket, watching terrible rom-coms. but no, i’m here, neglected.”

minji finally glanced up, amusement flickering in her dark eyes. “neglected?”

“yes.” yn sat up, crossing her arms. “you invited me here and then proceeded to ignore me.”

minji leaned back in her chair, a smirk tugging at her lips. “i did feed you.”

“that doesn’t count.”

minji chuckled and stood up, stretching slightly before walking over. she perched on the edge of the couch, tilting her head as she studied yn.

“i’m almost done,” she said softly. “just a little longer.”

yn sighed but melted a little at the gentle tone. minji was a ceo, sure, but to yn, she was just minji—the woman who always took her coffee order by memory, the woman who would drape her blazer over yn’s shoulders when she got cold, the woman who—

yn blinked when minji suddenly leaned in and pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead.

her brain short-circuited.

“…you’re trying to distract me so I stop complaining,” yn accused, though her voice had noticeably softened.

Minji smiled. “is it working?”

“maybe.”

minji chuckled and playfully poked yn’s cheek before standing up again. “i’ll make it up to you later, okay?”

yn huffed but nodded, grabbing one of the throw pillows and hugging it to her chest. “fine. But i’m holding you to that.”

---

thirty minutes later

minji had promised to finish soon, but the minutes kept dragging on. yn had dozed off at some point, curled up in the corner of the couch, the city skyline casting a soft glow into the office.

she was in the middle of a light sleep when the sound of minji’s office phone vibrating startled her awake.

she rubbed her eyes groggily and peeked over at minji, who was still working, a deep crease forming between her brows as she read through something on her screen. the glow from her monitor highlighted the sharp angles of her face, but there was a tiredness there, a tension in her shoulders that yn recognized all too well.

she frowned. “minji.”

no response.

yn stood up and shuffled over, wrapping her arms around minji from behind. “take a break.”

minji stiffened slightly at first, but then her shoulders relaxed. yn rested her chin on minji’s shoulder, peering at the laptop screen.

“nusiness acquisitions?” she mumbled sleepily.

minji chuckled. “something like that.”

“sounds boring.”

“it is.”

yn sighed dramatically. “do stop doing it.”

minji turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing against yn’s. “if i don’t, my board members will hunt me down.”

“let them,” yn grumbled. “i’ll fight them.”

minji laughed—properly laughed—and yn smiled at the sound.

“come on,” yn urged, pulling back slightly. “it’s late. you need sleep. i need sleep. let’s go home.”

minji hesitated, but when she glanced at the time and saw it was well past midnight, she finally sighed in defeat.

“…fine.”

yn beamed.

minji shut her laptop and stood up, stretching. but before she could take a step, yn reached for her hand.

minji raised an eyebrow. “what?”

“you work too hard,” yn murmured, tracing circles on minji’s palm with her thumb. “i worry about you.”

minji’s expression softened. without a word, she pulled yn into a proper hug, wrapping her arms around her waist. yn melted into the embrace, pressing her face against minji’s shoulder.

“…you really stayed here for me,” minji murmured after a moment.

“of course i did.”

minji pulled back slightly, cupping yn’s cheek with a gentle touch. “thank you.”

yn rolled her eyes but smiled. “you’re welcome. now, can we go home before i actually pass out in your office?”

minji chuckled. “alright, alright.”

she grabbed her blazer and draped it over yn’s shoulders before intertwining their fingers and leading her toward the elevator.

as they stepped inside, Minji squeezed yn’s hand.

“tomorrow night,” she said, “we’ll do that terrible rom-com night. no work. just us.”

yn grinned, leaning into minji’s side.

“deal.”

and as the elevator doors closed, she knew—no matter how hectic minji’s world got, no matter how different their lives seemed—minji would always make space for her.

and that was more than enough.

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the drive back to minji’s apartment was quiet, comfortable. yn had dozed off somewhere between the city lights and the soft hum of the car, her head resting against the passenger seat

minji glanced down at her with a small smile. it was rare for yn to stay quiet for this long—usually, she was rambling about school, sending minji tiktoks at an alarming rate, or complaining about how she was “too pretty” to be writing research papers.

she must’ve been really tired.

by the time they arrived, yn was only half awake, blinking blearily as minji helped her out of the car and guided her toward the elevator.

“did i fall asleep?” yn mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

minji chuckled. “only for a little while.”

“i was supposed to keep you entertained,” yn pouted. “worst girlfriend ever.”

minji smirked, squeezing her hand. “you’re the best girlfriend, actually.”

yn hummed sleepily, leaning against minji’s side as they stepped into the penthouse. The warm scent of minji’s apartment wrapped around them—subtle vanilla, fresh linen, and something uniquely her.

yn immediately beelined for the couch, flopping onto it with zero grace. .inji watched in amusement as she curled up into a ball, hugging one of the pillows.

“comfy?” minji teased.

“mmhm.”

minji shook her head, fondness evident in her eyes. “at least change into something more comfortable first.”

yn groaned dramatically but forced herself up. minji had long since given her a designated drawer in her closet, and she lazily grabbed one of minji’s oversized hoodies before trudging into the bathroom to change.

when she came back, minji was already in her own sleepwear—black sweatpants and a fitted tank top—and was fluffing the pillows on the bed.

yn grinned, padding over. “wow, kim minji fluffing pillows for me? what an honor.”

minji rolled her eyes but smiled. “you act like i don’t do this every time you stay over.”

yn crawled onto the bed, immediately stealing minji’s pillow and hugging it. minji sighed but didn’t bother fighting her for it, simply turning off the bedside lamp before sliding under the covers.

the moment she lay down, yn draped herself over minji like a human koala.

minji chuckled. “comfortable?”

"mhm,” yn murmured sleepily. “you’re warm.”

minji wrapped her arms around yn, pulling her closer. “uou’re clingier than usual.”

yn whined. “i missed you.”

minji’s heart softened. She ran her fingers through yn’s hair, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “i missed you too."

yn hummed in contentment. “you better keep your promise about the rom-com night tomorrow.”

minji smiled. “i will.”

a comfortable silence settled over them, the distant sounds of the city below fading into the background. minji felt yn’s breathing even out, her body completely relaxed against her.

she tightened her hold slightly, pressing her lips to the top of yn’s head.

“goodnight, baby,” she whispered.

yn, half-asleep, mumbled, “my favorite person, love you”

minji froze for half a second, her heart skipping a beat. then, she smiled, warmth flooding through her.

“i love you too,” she whispered back.

and with that, she closed her eyes, letting herself drift off with yn safely in her arms.

---

[abiatackerman]

Could I make a request if it's not too much? I was hoping you could write something where Levi defends you from being assaulted it would help me a lot to get over some things but I understand if it's too much keep up the great writing!

Hello sweetie! Thank you for requesting! You didn't specify how the reader would get assaulted so I wrote in my way! Hope you'll like it!

Safe in his arms

⚔️Levi Ackerman x Female Reader ⚔️

⚠️Mentions of physical violence and harassment⚠️

Canon universe! Captain Levi Ackerman X Female Reader! Overprotectiveness! Argument! Make-up! 2.1k words!

Summary: After a heated argument, you storm off, only to be cornered by a drunken man. Just as fear sets in, Levi arrives—furious and relentless.

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The barracks are quiet right now, save for the distant murmur of soldiers finishing their nightly routines. But the tension inside your room feels suffocating. The air inside is thick with tension, heated by an argument you barely remember starting. You and Levi are standing inches apart, locked in a battle of sharp words and stubborn silence.

"You're not going."

You stiffen but don't turn around. You had expected this.

Levi is standing by the doorway, arms crossed, posture rigid. His sharp gaze is locked onto you like a command.

"It's too dangerous."

A slow breath leaves your lips as you tug your satchel over your shoulder.

"I know the roads, Levi. I grew up there."

"I don't care," he snaps. "It's the middle of the damn night. Do you have any idea what kind of shit lurks out there?"

You turn to face him now, frustration simmering beneath your skin. " That's why I'm taking a carriage! Also I can handle myself."

Levi's expression darkens. "Tch. That's what I'm afraid of."

You exhale sharply, already knowing where this is going. He has always been overprotective, but this—this felt different. More annoying.

"I don't need you to babysit me," you mutter.

"You think this is about babysitting?" His raises his voice slightly, something rare for him. "It's about not being a reckless idiot. You have no idea what could happen if you—"

You cut him off. "So what? I should just sit here and wait for permission like some helpless girl? You know Levi, my mom is sick! I'm worried!"

Levi's jaw tightens. "That's why I'm saying I'll take you there myself tomorrow morning. Erwin haven't given you the permission to go either. So you can't leave!"

"So what? I can just leave right now and then I'll apologise to Erwin later!" You step closer, anger flaring as your voice raises. "Why do you always act like I can't do anything without you watching over me?"

Silence stretches between you, heavy and charged. Then, Levi's expression shifts as his features hardens-

"Because you're weak."

The words slammed into you like a punch to the gut.

You know it too that you're weak. Compared to him. But that doesn't mean you're so weak that you can't even go to somewhere far just because it's the middle of night. It's too much.

And just to make the situation worse, Levi doesn't stop.

"You don't think. You just act. And one day, that's going to get you killed." His tone is sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "Maybe I should stop wasting my time worrying about you."

You swallow the tightness in your throat, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady.

"If that's how you see me, then I guess there's nothing left to say."

You step past him with your suitcase, your shoulder brushing against his as you walk out.

"Tch. Do whatever you want."

That was the last thing he said before turning his back to you.

And it stung.

You storm out, desperate for air, for distance—anything to stop your chest from aching like this. The streets of the district are quiet at this hour, save for the occasional patrol. The cool night air does little to ease the tightness in your chest as you quicken your pace, your destination set.

A dimly lit tavern comes into view, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows on the worn wooden walls. This isn't just any stop—it's where you need to collect medicine for your mother. From here, you'll catch a carriage that will take you home.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you push open the heavy door. The scent of alcohol and smoke envelops you immediately, thick and cloying. The low hum of conversation barely registers as you make your way to the counter.

Sliding the list of medicines across the worn wooden surface, you glance up at the tavern keeper. He takes it with a nod, scanning the contents before speaking. "Give me a moment. I'll get these for you."

You nod in response, shifting your weight as you glance around. Your eyes land on the large clock mounted on the wall. There's still time before the carriage arrives.

With another quiet sigh, you decide to order a juice, hoping it will help settle your nerves—even if just a little.

"You shouldn't be alone, y'know," a voice slurs beside you.

You stiffen. A man reeking of alcohol leans too close, his bloodshot eyes scanning you in a way that made your stomach twist.

"You lost, sweetheart?" He grins, his teeth yellowed and uneven. "I can keep you company."

You kept your expression blank. "Not interested."

"Aww, don't be like that." His starts to brush his fingers against your arm up and down, slow and deliberate.

You pull away. "I said no."

But he wasn't listening. His hand clamps down on your wrist as the another grips your thigh, fingers digging into your skin. Your heart pounds as you try to yank yourself free.

But you're too tired. After the busy day and the argument... You're too tired!

"You're actin' like you got a choice," the drunk man sneers feeling your tiredness, yanking you toward him.

Suddenly there's a scrape of a chair. A shadow moved.

Then, a loud crack.

The man's head snaps to the side as he crashes onto the floor.

A hush falls over the tavern. The few patrons lingering in the room shrink back, whispering amongst themselves.

Levi stands over the crumpled man, his fist still clenched. His knuckles are already bruised, his chest rising and falling in steady, controlled breaths. But his eyes—his eyes are anything but calm. They burn with something dark, something lethal.

The drunk man groans, rolling onto his hands and knees, but Levi dosen't give him the chance to recover. He grabs him by the collar, lifting him just enough to slam his fist into his gut. A strangled gasp left the man's lips as he crumples again.

"You fucking bastard," Levi mutters, his voice low and sharp. A chill runs down to your spine because you can tell by his voice that he's furious.

Another punch.

The man coughs, spitting blood onto the floorboards. But Levi dosen't stop. He grabs a handful of his hair, yanking his head back.

"You think you can touch her and walk away? What were you planning to do with her, huh?" Levi's voice was dangerously calm, almost detached. His grip tightens. "I should kill you right here."

His fist reels back.

"Levi."

Your voice barely wavers, but it is enough to make him pause. His chest is still heaving, his fingers still curled into a fist, but something in his expression shifts.

He looks at you.

And for a moment, it felt like the whole world has gone silent.

"That's enough," you whisper, stepping closer. You reach for his hand—the same hand that has just shattered the bastard's nose—and cover it with your own.

Levi exhales sharply through his nose. His body is still tense, but after a few seconds, his grip loosens. He let the man collapse onto the floor, unconscious.

His attention shifts fully to you now, his gaze scanning you for any sign of injury. "Are you hurt?"

You shake your head. "Just shaken."

Levi's eyes darkens, and his fingers twitched like he is resisting the urge to turn back and break the man's ribs. But instead, he reaches for your hand, the same way you had reached for his. His touch is firm, grounding.

"You scared the hell out of me," he mutters. "So I followed you to make sure you make it to the carriage safely but-" He looks at the unconscious drunk man and clicks his tongue again.

"I'm sorry."

That's all you could just say.

Levi scoffs as the tavern keeper comes back with the medicine and apologises for the mess. Sighing you take the medicine and walk out with Levi before he can even start to give the keeper a piece of his mind.

"Thanks for coming levi." You say in a soft-grateful voice as you hand levi a tissue to clean his hand.

"Idiot. Of course, I did. I had to make sure you got into the carraige safely." He says as he wipes off the blood with an irritated expression on his face.

"Tch, filthy-"

You smile at his adorable irritation and slowly you step closer, resting your forehead against his. He stiffens at first—Levi isn't one for public displays of affection—but after a second, you feel his arms wrap around you, one hand slipping to the small of your back, the other curling into your hair.

"You smell like alcohol," he mutters against your cheek.

You huff a laugh. "You smell like blood."

His grip tightens, his lips ghosting against the top of your head. "Next time you're mad at me," he says, voice quieter now, "just punch me instead of running off."

You smile and meet his gaze, your hands gripping the front of his jacket. "Maybe I will."

His eyes softens. Then, with a quiet sigh, he leans in. His lips brushes against your forehead—slow, lingering.

"Let's go home," he murmurs.

And this time, when he leads you away, you followed without hesitation.

[bitchinbarzal]

Happy Birthday | T Meier

You never expected Timo to be the one who remembered your birthday.

It’s not that he doesn’t care—it’s just… he’s a little oblivious. Big-hearted, yes. Loyal, sweet, dependable in ways that matter. But birthdays? Not exactly in his top five love languages.

Which is why, when you unlock your apartment door after a long dinner with friends and find Timo sitting on your couch with a small cake, two forks, and a crooked smile—your brain takes a second to catch up.

“You’re home earlier than I thought,” he says, standing like he might suddenly second-guess the whole thing. “I, uh… didn’t wanna crash your plans, but I figured I could maybe still see you tonight?”

You blink at him. Then at the cake. Then back at him.

“You baked that?”

He gives you an offended look. “Okay, no. I bought it. But I picked your favorite. And I made the icing look messy on purpose, so you’d think I tried.”

You laugh, stepping inside and closing the door behind you. Your heart is doing this weird fluttery thing—somewhere between this is the nicest thing anyone’s done all day and I need to stop falling in love with him like this.

He holds up the cake. “You wanna do the candle thing?”

You bite your lip. “Only if you sing.”

He groans. “You’re cruel.”

“C’mon, Meier. Commit.”

So he sings. Badly. With a stupid grin on his face, dragging your name out like he’s drunk on the sound of it. And when he finishes and gestures dramatically, you close your eyes, make a wish, and blow out the candle.

(It’s him. Of course it is.)

The cake is rich and sweet and slightly melted from sitting out too long, but you eat it anyway, passing the forks back and forth and leaning into each other on the couch.

Somewhere between the second bite and the second beer, his fingers brush yours. You don’t pull away. Neither does he.

“You looked good tonight,” he says, suddenly too quiet.

You glance at him, heart thudding. “You mean that?”

He nods. “I always think you look good. I just… never say it out loud.”

The air shifts.

It’s no longer birthday cake and comfortable silences—it’s charged. Like the air before a summer storm.

You whisper, “Why not?”

He exhales like that question breaks something open in him.

“Because if I say it out loud, I’ll start saying everything else I feel. And I didn’t know if you were ready for that.”

You blink. “Try me.”

He leans in.

Kisses you.

Soft at first—like a question. Then deeper, like an answer. His hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw. Your body melts into him like you were always meant to end the day right here—in his arms, breath tangled, mouths meeting in long-overdue heat.

Later—hours later—you’ll remember the way he carried you to bed like you were something precious. The way he touched you like a gift he never thought he’d get to unwrap. The way he murmured “Happy birthday, baby” against your skin, right before he made you come for the first time that night.

But for now, it’s just him. And you. And the quiet realization that your birthday wish came true.

His mouth is hot against yours—urgent but controlled, like he’s been waiting for this moment forever and doesn’t want to mess it up. His hands slide up under your shirt, fingers spreading across your back as you arch into him.

“Timo,” you whisper, breathless, and the way your voice breaks on his name makes him groan.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmurs, lips grazing your jaw.

You don’t. God, you don’t.

You shake your head. “Don’t stop.”

He kisses you again, deeper this time, and you feel him shift, gently guiding you backward toward your bedroom. He moves like he’s afraid to break you, like every step is a prayer. But the look in his eyes—dark, hungry, reverent—makes your knees go weak.

Once you’re in your room, he pauses.

“Can I take this off you?” he asks, fingers curling under the hem of your shirt.

You nod, and he helps you out of it with infuriating slowness. His hands trace the new skin like it’s sacred. And when you reach for his shirt, he lets you tug it over his head, revealing tan skin and muscle and a soft trail of hair that disappears below his waistband.

You stare for a second too long, and he grins.

“Enjoying your birthday so far?”

You laugh—then moan as his mouth closes around your neck, sucking gently until your laugh dissolves into heat. He lays you back on the bed and kisses down your body like he’s unwrapping the best gift he’s ever been given.

He takes his time with you. Worships you.

Fingers first—gentle and teasing, curling inside you until your hips lift off the bed. Then his mouth, devastatingly slow, until you’re shaking, clutching at his hair, begging with every breath.

“Timo—please—”

He comes up with a slick smile, licking his lips. “Happy birthday, baby.”

You’re so far gone you could cry.

And when he finally pushes inside you—slow, deep, unhurried—you feel everything. The years of tension, the longing, the missed moments that brought you here. He holds your hand as he moves, whispering filthy praise and soft confessions in your ear:

“You’re so perfect like this.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Happy Birthday, baby”

[imagine-you]

If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell 6/? [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: Wally's reunion brings past regrets and unwelcome visitors. Word Count: 2.7k Author's Note: So, I got sick and I got depressed and it took me a little while to get here, but thank you to everyone for being so patient with me waiting on the next update!

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The aftermath of visiting your scar still weighed heavily on your mind days later. Wally had done everything in his power to help you, but you knew there was only so much he could do for you. The only person who could help you come to terms with what you suffered was you.  

And you just weren’t ready yet. 

It didn't help that Mr. Martin had found a way to jump into a body and escape the school. Now, there was no way to know if he would ever be back or if he was going after Janet. Maddie was worried about her friends and if she would ever manage to get her body back. All of you were worried about Janet and Maddie, since Mr. Martin posed the greatest threat to both. Everyone had been trying to theorize what Mr. Martin wanted with the keys and the scars, but no one knew enough to try to fit all the puzzle pieces together yet.  

Now, you were sitting at a table that had been set out for Wally's reunion. He was so psyched about it that you hated you were having a hard time pulling yourself out of your misery. Even though Wally had assured you over and over and showed you just how much he cared about you, you still couldn't shake the insecurity you felt every time you saw Wally and Maddie interact. It also didn't help that your mind was consumed with what happened in your scar.  

The others had been careful around you. It wouldn't have been so weird if Rhonda hadn't been practically gentle with you. Rhonda was usually the type to not sugarcoat anything. The fact that she was trying to comfort you felt odd, but you didn't know how to tell Rhonda that she was freaking you out. She was a good friend, and you knew she would always have your back, but you didn't know how to handle a different side of her.  

You had also managed to catch the end of an argument between Wally and Rhonda not long after you sought out the others once you were ready to leave the tech booth. Charley had pulled you aside, asking if everything was alright. Quinn had surprised you with a hug and Maddie had wondered why you went into your scar. You couldn't tell her it was because of how jealous you got seeing her with Wally, so you only shrugged your shoulders and returned the nod of solidarity Yuri aimed at you. 

As you walked back towards Wally and Rhonda, you overheard what Rhonda was telling him.  

"--you have any idea how that feels? She went into her scar because you ran after Maddie." 

"I know, I know," Wally assured Rhonda. "Don't you think I feel terrible enough about that without you here busting my ass over it?" 

Rhonda pulled the ever-present lollipop out of her mouth and pointed it at Wally. "Just think about what you're doing next time. Maybe instead of running off and playing around in the pool with another girl, you bring your girlfriend with you." 

"Maddie and I were just blowing off steam," Wally defended himself. "I would never do anything to hurt Y/N." 

"And yet you did," Rhonda pointed out with an arched brow. She brushed past Wally, leaving you to finally finish approaching him.  

Wally's eyes lit up once he noticed you. "Hey, how about we get out of here, huh? I think we've earned some time just the two of us. They've had enough of us for now. I want you all to myself," he told you before he tugged you forward into a kiss.  

It didn't take you long to realize that Rhonda's words must have struck a chord, because he was practically glued to your side after she spoke to him.  

You thought maybe Rhonda was being a little too harsh on Wally. But once the adrenaline had faded, you found it hard to stay positive. Quinn said you were in a funk, but you just felt downright depressed. Reliving your death had been hard on you and you were having a difficult time shaking all the negative thoughts and feelings that had risen since confronting it.  

Now, you were sitting in the library where the reunion was being held and trying to find the energy to be excited for Wally.  

Rhonda and Quinn were off to the side, talking about something you couldn't overhear. Charley was sitting on the stairs leading up to where the DJ booth had been set up while Wally flipped through records that had been left in a crate. You didn't know where Yuri or Maddie were, but you figured they would show up eventually.  

You listened to the others talking, not really paying enough attention to discern what they were speaking about and even managed to bring up a reluctant smile hearing Wally sass Rhonda after mentioning something about a girdle.  

"Oh, shit!" You heard Wally exclaim, abruptly forcing you out of your thoughts as he pulled a record out of the crate. "No way," he breathed as he brought up the record to show it off. "David Bowie. Y'all! We are so back," he said before he bounded up the stairs towards the turntable.  

You met Rhonda's gaze and caught her rolling her eyes, but you noticed the hint of a smile on her lips. Even when she was annoyed with Wally, she couldn't quite resist his infectious enthusiasm.  

Wally put the record on, letting Bowie's 'Let's Dance' fill the room. Wally's routine was something you had grown accustomed to over the years. Usually, you joined in, finding joy in Wally's excitement and letting yourself get easily roped in to the dance. But this time, you just weren't feeling it and that only made you feel worse.  

Still, Wally tried, pointing at you and pretending to try to reel you in, but you stayed in your seat, refusing to move. You felt a pang of guilt when you noticed his obvious disappointment, but he turned towards Charley, silently respecting your wish to be left alone. It didn't take long before Charley was going through the moves Wally had coached you all through years before, a delighted grin on his face as he danced.  

While Wally worked through his routine, you noticed the way his attention kept straying back to you. It was like he was checking in on you and the thought brought a slight smile to your lips. Even when he was having the time of his life, he was still worried about you.  

You were content to sit at the table, your chin propped up on your hand while you watched him dance. You weren’t surprised that it was lifting your spirits to see Wally so in his element. You couldn't help but think that if he hadn't been thrown into football, then maybe he would have enjoyed being a theater kid.  

You watched Rhonda and then Quinn join the dance. Rhonda never missed a step, but while Quinn was new to the routine, her eagerness to be part of the group more than made up for it.  

Any sense of lingering despair was swept away when you watched the way Wally spun away from the group. He was still moving to the music, but he had deviated from his usual routine. He threw in a slide where he usually had a hip thrust and a shoulder shimmy where he would have moonwalked. He threw a smirk and a wink in your direction, and it was then you realized that this year Wally wasn't dancing for himself.  

He was dancing for you.  

That more than anything had you finally getting out of your seat. You caught the delighted grin on Wally's face before he reached a hand out towards you. You let yourself put your hand in his, letting out a surprised laugh when he immediately reeled you in only to spin you out again. He kept his grip on your hand tight, like he was worried you would try to leave, before he pulled you back towards him.  

His lips met yours, the kiss turning desperate and intense within a moment. All you could do was hold on, your fingers digging into his shoulders, as Wally poured everything he had into the kiss.  

It was fear and despair and joy and want. It swept you along with everything Wally had been trying to show you for days now.  

It was love.  

"Fuck," you gasped when you turned your head to the side to break the kiss.  

You felt his smirk against the side of your face. "Later," he promised, hiding a kiss against the skin beneath your ear.  

"That was awesome!" Quinn exclaimed, drawing your attention. "You do that every year?" She directed at Rhonda, a grin on her face.  

"Every year," Rhonda drawled, shooting a look at Wally that was equal parts annoyed and fond.  

"We should go again," Quinn decided, already bounding towards the DJ setup to restart the song.  

“Quinn,” Rhonda groaned, following her like she was thinking about stopping her.  

Later, you dressed up for Wally's big night and met him at the doors of the library.  

"Damn," Wally sighed, looking you up and down. "How'd I get so lucky?" 

You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to tell him that if anyone was lucky, it was you. "Sap," you accused, because you didn't know how else to respond.  

Wally grinned at you and held his arm out, letting you hook your hand around his elbow. "Before I forget," he said, reaching out to open the door. "We're playing wingman for Charley." 

"Charley?" You asked, surprised that he was finally making his move. "Yuri?" You guessed, thinking of all the times Charley blushed around Yuri and how he couldn't keep his eyes off him.  

"Yup," Wally answered, leading you into the library. "Promised not to let him embarrass himself. So, I might need your help running interference later."  

"Got it," you agreed, offering him a tentative smile. Wally's dance and the promise of a date night had gone a long way towards lifting your mood, but you were still trying to shake the last vestiges of sadness that still clung to you.  

Wally leaned over to press a kiss to your temple before he led you into the library.  

You let Wally get you a glass of punch and watched him reunite with some of his former classmates. He looked so happy to be remembered by the class of '84 that you almost didn't realize anything was wrong at first. You had been in the middle of talking Charley up to Yuri, even though you were sure from the way Yuri looked at Charley that it was completely unnecessary.  

It took you entirely too long to realize what the two guys were saying about Wally. Wally's crestfallen expression was enough to get you at his side. You also didn't miss the way Charley was carefully not looking at Wally.  

"Look, it's alright," Charley told Wally when he tried to apologize. "It was forty years ago. You don't have to be sorry." 

"But--" Wally started, before Yuri placed a hand on Charley's shoulder.  

"How about a dance?" He asked, nodding towards the couples who had taken over the space in front of the stage. A slow song was playing and the couples were all swaying along to the melody.  

"Okay, yeah, I'd love that," Charley answered, handing you his drink before letting Yuri lead him towards the dance floor.  

Wally kept glancing at Charley and Yuri, as if he was worried something bad would happen. You knew that Wally had been a different person when he was alive. But the Wally you knew now wasn't anything like him. He had grown and started to accept that he didn't have to only see himself as the guy he was before he died. The fact he was obviously so torn up over his past actions was testament to that.  

You were briefly distracted by Mr. Anderson showing up to wreak havoc on a reunion full of people who couldn't even see him. When you glanced back at Charley and Yuri, it was to see Charley putting distance between them.  

You weren't sure why Charley looked so distressed, but when he pulled away from Yuri and walked away, you tried to find out what was wrong.  

"Hey," you called, turning to look at Charley as he passed you. "What's wrong?" 

"It's just...," he sighed before he shook his head and walked away. His jaw was clenched, and you noticed how tensed his shoulders were. Yuri looked just as lost as you felt when you glanced back at him.  

Wally watched Charley leave the library. He looked worried, but he stayed rooted to the spot, even though it was obvious he wanted to go after him.  

"Wally," you whispered, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder.  

Wally turned to look at you. "Babe, I'm not like that anymore," he promised, gesturing towards the guys who were now commenting on the woman who was announcing something onstage. "I would never hurt Charley. I would never let anyone hurt him. I'd beat the shit out of them for laying a finger on him." 

"I know," you assured him, letting your hand find his to hold onto. "Charley knows that too." 

"But, I guess," Wally continued, glancing again at the guys who had brought up Wally's past. "I guess I was that guy. And that's how they remember me. I was no better than the people who hurt Charley." 

"You've changed," you reminded him. "You're one of the best people I've ever met and that's for a reason, Wally." 

Wally nodded his head, but he still looked like he was struggling with himself.  

"Go find Charley," you urged him. "I think you two need to talk this out." You knew that Charley would need a friend now more than anything and Wally needed to prove to himself that he could be that friend.  

Wally looked unsure and still didn't budge.  

"It'll be fine," you promised him. "Trust me," you added, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  

Wally nodded his head, offering you an unsure smile, before he left in search of Charley.  

"You're good for him," Yuri observed.  

You startled, glancing at him over your shoulder. "You're good for Charley," you shot back. "He just gets a little nervous. Give him time." 

Yuri nodded his head, looking thoughtful. "I've got time," he assured you before taking Charley's drink back from you.  

You watched Yuri take a sip of the drink. "You know if you ever hurt him, though, I'll kill you. Forget that, Wally will kill you." 

It wasn't much of a threat when you were all already dead. But Charley was your friend and you would do anything for him. He deserved happiness and if Yuri was the one who could provide it for him, then you wanted to make sure it stuck. 

"I know," Yuri claimed, "but he won't have to. I only want what's best for Charley."  

"Good," you told him. "Keep it that way."  

You were going to ask Yuri if he wanted to see how Wally and Charley were doing when your attention was caught by someone across the room. She was leaving the library, slipping out of the room with a quick look over her shoulder.  

 It took you a moment to recognize her, but when you did, you felt like the whole world had stopped. Suddenly, your hands were shaking and you felt like everything was collapsing around you. It had been years since you saw her, but you knew you would never forget that face. 

You felt your mind race in several different directions as you found yourself rushing to follow her. Yuri called your name, but you ignored him. You didn’t know why she was here, but all you could think about was figuring out the reason. You wanted her out, gone, but there wasn’t much you could do about that now that you were dead. 

As you left the library in pursuit of her, there were really only three questions you desperately needed answered on your mind. 

Why the hell would she come back?  

How could she show her face here after what she did?  

And lastly, did she feel any remorse for killing you?  

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makeup (march 26), @black-brothers-microfic — regulus & sirius black microfic — fluff — word count: 683

“It’s not that I want to miss the opportunity to scratch your face, Sirius,” Regulus muttered, holding the black pencil at eye level as if it were the most absurd object he had ever seen. “And I know you’re not a sane person, but—”

"Shut up, Reggie," Sirius interrupted, sitting on the edge of Regulus’s bed as he finished tying his hair into a messy bun. "Just do it."

Regulus let out a dramatic sigh, shooting one last glance at the eyeliner before leaning in. With one hand, he tilted Sirius’s chin slightly, adjusting to find the most comfortable angle for the task at hand.

"I just don’t understand why anyone would want to paint their eyes with charcoal," he grumbled. "And stay still, will you?"

“You’re the one moving me,” Sirius shot back, unimpressed. “And that’s an eyeliner. It’s called makeup, Reggie. It’s supposed to make us look prettier."

"We’re already pretty enough," Regulus replied flatly, without a shred of modesty. Sirius raised an amused eyebrow at the remark—Regulus wasn’t exactly the type to boast out loud, much less include Sirius in the sentiment.

"Well, yeah, we are," Sirius admitted, smirking, "but you’ll understand if you do it right."

Regulus snorted but kept working, brows furrowed as he grabbed Sirius’s chin and adjusted his angles, occasionally moving his head to compare both sides. Sirius couldn’t help but find it endearing—Regulus could complain and rant all he wanted, but he always gave in to Sirius's requests, and he would put real effort into it.

After a few more strokes, Regulus stepped back, assessing his work. "How do I know if I’m doing it right?"

"I have to look like a rockstar," Sirius declared, brimming with excitement. He could already picture the reactions—everyone staring, drooling.

Regulus frowned. “Then I think I fucked it up.”

Sirius’s eyes snapped open. "What—WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FUCKED IT UP?" He shot to his feet so fast he nearly crashed into his brother, sprinting toward the mirror. "Merlin’s bollocks!"

Then he froze, staring at his reflection in awe. He looked so…

"I LOOK SO HOT!"

"I think you look like a raccoon," Regulus deadpanned, still holding the eyeliner, now regarding it with satisfaction. "And even stupider than usual.

Sirius ignored him, too busy admiring himself. He looked like a goddamn rockstar. Moony would definitely piss his pants if he saw this. Maybe if he got a camera and convinced Regulus to take a picture, then Prongs could—

Sirius’s face lit up with the unmistakable glint of mischief.

Oh. Or maybe this was the perfect time to be brother of the year.

He spun around suddenly, making Regulus instinctively step back. His younger brother still had the eyeliner in hand, which Sirius swiftly snatched away. "Now it’s your turn," he announced.

Regulus blinked. "Now… what?" The realization hit him a second later, and his face—so similar to Sirius’s—twisted into a look of pure horror. "No!"

And then he ran.

Sirius took off after him, laughing as he chased his brother around the room. Regulus, in his desperate attempt to escape, even abandoned his own strict "no shoes on the bed" rule and leapt onto it.

"Come on, Reggie!" Sirius called, grinning. "You’d look great too!"

"I’d look ridiculous!"

"You wouldn’t. I bet Prongs would drool if he saw you with makeup on."

Regulus skidded to a halt so abruptly that Sirius almost ran into him. His eyes were wide, his curls a mess, and his cheeks burning red.

"Why would Potter…?" He swallowed hard.  "Why would you…?"

Oh, this was priceless. Sirius took advantage of his brother’s momentary breakdown, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the nearest seat.

"I promise I’ll do a good job," Sirius assured him, grinning like the devil himself.

Regulus gulped again, sitting down obediently. “If you screw up, I’ll kill you.”

Sirius’s grin only widened as he leaned in, eyeliner poised. "Oh, dear baby brother," he said smugly, "after this, more than one person is going to die of a heart attack—but I assure you, it won’t be either of us."

[theredcuyo]

I know i wrote about Sqq wingmaning HuaLian and Wangxian but he's not exactly better than them, he's just good at hiding it

So, here's how his first enconter with Wwx went

After he stopped screaming, Wwx pulled him out of the earth and gave him some spare clothes (Definitely not Binghe's and definitely not on purpose) he was trying to act as if he didn't know what was going on but it didn't last long, stupid reflexes "So... How should i address...?"

"Shen Qinqiu is fine, i'm not exactly a peak lord anym-..."

"... I'm sorry, was your identity being hidden?" Wwx asked, as they started to walk down the mountain, he has drawn a teleportation array in the nearest town

"You must know what happened when i passed, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah... Ge has been very affected by it, that's why i'm here after all"

"Your ge?" As Sy was considering his chances of being able to run away succesfully now, Wwx sighed

"Yes, my ge, you see, he's been really sad since you died, so i've been searching to make my ge happy, and now you're here so!"

Just who the fuck was this man? Someone he knew? Yue Qiyuan? He had a close relationship with the original goods but not sibblings like this definitely, ah, perhaps it was an admirer? Still, how did this person find him? "May i ask... How, exactly?"

"Oh! That's easy, look here" Wwx pulled a the soul compass out of his sleeve, Sy looked at it for a second before staring at the man again "This is a soul compass, it can direct you to someone's soul after certain conditions are met, it's not perfect yet, but nine out of my ten tests have worked, even when someone changes appearence"

"... And it pointed you to me...?"

"Exactly!"

Sy sighed, fine, there was very little chance of him getting away, but- "System?" He mentally asked out of habit

Radio silence, he was met with nothing, so that wouldn't work either "Can i ask how you can be sure you didn't get the wrong person?"

"Well, you said it was you, and also when i searched for Lord Shen Qinqiu, i needed to know what the appearence looked like, so i look a peek at your corpse and-

Sy internally yelled AT MY WHAT?! "Aside from that, you do look quite a lot, even in this uh... Other body?"

"Ah, but surely there's a lot of people who look like me?"

"... Not really actually, my ge made sure of that"

No, really, was there no way for him to scape?, just who was this guy's brother?! "If you really want to know, there's one more thing"

"There is?"

"I initially got two signals, but one was too close to ge for it to be and also, someone came and told me which one was more likely"

Sy didn't like where this was going "Who would that be...?"

"One of my ge's underlings, oh right, he told me to tell you something when i found You"

Sy reapeted the please don't be mantra on his head when Wwx talked again "He said 'Sorry Cucumber-bro, i still want to live'"

He was going to kill that hack author for real this time! First of all, they didn't ask you! Second, a little bit of warning could've been appreciated for such betrayal! And third, even if he was going to be found anyway, he could've liked they help here! Also, this was A-Ying wasn't he?! "... I see"

"I will thank him later, oh, Ge probably also will" Sy is SO dead, he's so, SO dead! A-Ying is taking him to Binghe isn't he?! Was his dead not enough to end with the resentment?! Did he want to be the one to finish him off that badly?!

He laughed nerviously, maybe he could get along with A-Ying and he'd take pity on him? Did this child even know why Binghe wanted him?! "Is that so? Who could've thought he still wanted to see this old man"

Wwx laughed at that, did he know? was he a sadist? "Of course ge wants to see his master, he's barely thought of anything else since he found me and Hong-er"

Binghe, please remember he was good to your little brothers too! "Really? But this old man doesn't have anything else to teach him"

Wwx snickered at that, and Sy was starting to seriously consider he might be a sadist "Oh, no, no, he surely thinks there are a few things"

He might regret it, but- "Do enlighten me please"

At that, Wwx looked at him confused for a second, before an idea apparently clicked on his brain, his ge said his Master wasn't good at taking indirects, was he? Oh, well, maybe he could help a bit "Like... How to kiss!"

Sy froze for a moment "E-excuse me?"

Wwx nodded solemly "And to hold hands, and how to plan dates, ah, but i think ge might already have a few ideas"

"Wouldn't... Shouldn't he have dozens of maidens he can do that with?"

Oh, was that the problem? Was his ge's Master not aware that his ge was a cut-slevee?"Why would he go with someone who he doesn't like?"

Sy really wanted to ask, why would he go with me then? But instead said "Then shouldn't he go with a young maiden...?"

Alright, he was doing this, Ge was going to owe him a big one here"The only person ge likes- no, loves, is Shen Qinqiu"

Sy didn't really believe him, but the seed planted blossomed when he saw Binghe again

Wwx had taken him to a palace underground, pretty much left him to his devices with someone to keep an eye on him so he wouldn't run into anything dangerous, and went to get his brother

The person watching him was luckily for him, Airplane shooting up towards the sky

The person having to watch over the recently found Shen Qingqiu was, unfortunately for him, Shang Qinghua "Bro i can explain!"

"Explaining My ass! You sold me!" He yelled, running behind him with a newly acquired fan that Wwx bought him in the city, or more exactly, picked out, threw his way, and put into his brothers "tab"

"I wanted to live!"

"You didn't have to say anything!"

"It's for your own good! Listen here, he was already searching for you! Do You know why?!"

"Because Binghe wants to kill me, that's why!"

"What?! No! He actually-"

"... Shizun thought i wanted to kill him...?" Asked a voice that was holding just by a tread, a voice that Shen Yuan recognized in an instant

In the moment it took for him to turn around, Wwx grabbed Sqh and run out of the room, but stayed in close vicinity, he wanted to see how this went "I..."

"Shizun..." Binghe slowly made his way over, and Sy couldn't help but back away "So, Shizun really..."

"This Master..." He sighed, if Binghe really wanted to kill him this might've been easier "This Master knows what he is deserving of, that's all"

----

Basically, Wwx wingmaned and speedran Bingqiu kind of on accident

The only reason Sqq didn't actually run away completely is because he's starting to doubt himself thanks to Wwx, because well- could he be right...?

And Binghe is calmer thanks to him too, yes he's still been grieving for 5 years, but for 3 of them he's had two people who do love him by his side and who are good at dealing with demonic energy overall, so Xin Mo didn't make as much of a mess of him as in canon (It still does, is just kinda delayed)

Anyway, uff, long ass post, really made me consider writting a fic

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

So a few weeks ago I finally watched Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (2023). And I have…thoughts. Some that were vaguely touched on in a post I made not long after watching. (That was just a bit of pondering - and complaining - about the way Thomas’ desire for financial and career security is positioned as greedy in the recent remakes.) Having had a little time to sit on it and think about the film, I’m ready to dive in a little deeper. 

(Aka I started writing this a day or two after initially watching, forgot about it, stumbled on this in my drafts, and decided screw it, I’m gonna finish this.)

Now I admit it probably is a little unfair to bring Nosferatu (2024) into this because it certainly had a bigger budget and more resources, and I acknowledge that. But seeing Robert Eggers’ take before this one by David Lee Fisher did not do it any favors. Additionally, the similarities and differences between these two remakes are truly fascinating to me. Also, the limitations of this one are not the problem, imo. Overacting, underacting, weird CGI, lower production value costuming and sets are not the flaws of this film (I mean the acting is an issue with some characters, but if the writing hadn’t been so clunky and muddled and heavy-handed, that might not have been as grating). 

So really, this post is half review of the 2023 remake and half a rambling examination on the relationship between Nosferatu films and their original source material, Dracula, and how Dracula adaptations would later influence Nosferatu remakes (fitting, maybe more so because elements of Nosferatu would influence Dracula media too).

Because like, on paper the 1979 remake feels like it should be the most obvious one to point to since they didn’t even bother to use the silent film’s names for the characters, choosing instead to take directly from the novel instead - and here we get our first influence from other Dracula adaptations over the book, because they mix up Lucy and Mina. (Which has always, always been one of my more trivial pet peeves yet it will never fail to make my eye twitch.) It also leaned heavily into a tragic romance angle (although in this one it was purely one-sided), seeming to take note of the way recent Dracula media kept leaning more and more towards a doomed, brooding romantic with the titular vampire.

But that brings me back to these two films which are both so clearly made in not just a post ’brooding romantic Dracula’ era, but a post-FFC’s Dracula one. While Eggers’ opted to take his remake and go for a more historically accurate, somewhat grounded approach, this movie is really just an attempt to recreate the silent film but with dialogue, modern perspectives and - of course - a dash (or more) of influence from Dracula adaptations.

What is so interesting to me is that these two films exist in such similar time frames, it’s just that the process of being made and released are drastically different. Based on wikipedia, this particular remake was financed (via kickstarter) in 2014 and then filmed during 2016, and Eggers’ version was first announced in 2015, a script by 2016 which is now floating around online. Then Fisher’s movie finished filming on schedule only to languish in what seems to be post-production and distribution hell, while Eggers’ attempt continued to fall through repeatedly before finally coming together and being filmed in 2023 - which just so happened to be the same year this movie was first screened. Ultimately, both got released in the last quarter of 2024, and I don’t think it’s jumping to conclusions to say that the release of Eggers’ version probably helped this movie at last see the light of day on streaming. 

Despite the fact that their announcement to release time frame overlaps, the drastic difference in the course of events and the disparity in the hierarchy of filmmaking make it unlikely either one influenced the other. AND YET - both films put an emphasis on Ellen having a pre-established connection to Orlok that predates Thomas, and posit the idea that Orlok is ultimately coming to Wisborg for her specifically. 

This goes beyond the infatuation that Dracula has for Lucy in the 1979 film. That particular remake does not imply any connection between them predating Dracula’s glimpse of Lucy’s photo. It does not show Lucy feeling a pull to Dracula - instead she outright rejects him when he comes to her, asking her to join him. She is full of a righteous conviction that Dracula cannot shake - not so much in God, but in the love between her and Jonathan, in herself. (Lucy not only discovers the knowledge that she can stop Dracula if she allows herself to be sacrificial bait to ensure his demise, but she actively works to render his new home unsafe for him so he has nowhere to go if she fails. She is out there sanctifying the house he bought and the coffins she could find, all while Jonathan remains at home in a catatonic state and everyone else dismisses her.) 

These remakes, however, want to explore the idea that Orlok and Ellen already have a connection somehow, that Thomas is specifically chosen for this reason, that Orlok comes to Wisborg specifically for her. And both films - because this is a post FFC’s Dracula world - want their Ellens to feel a pull towards him, too. 

(Sidenote: I’m not saying this as a condemnation, just an observation. And full disclaimer, I personally do ship the Hutters and the Harkers in many versions, and then Orlok with one or both Hutters in most versions. Likewise with Dracula and one or both Harkers.)

But while Eggers’ goes all in with his “Demon Lover”, dark and tragic triangle approach, this film feels uncertain of where exactly it’s going and what exactly it’s doing. Ellen supposedly has dreams of Orlok, but we are never privy to them - we are simply told about them, and only earlier on. Ellen talks to Ruth (Harding’s sister in this, like the original) about her dreams, that she is seeing a shadow in them that lingers when she’s awake. We are never shown such a thing. While we do witness a dream of hers that seems related to the events unfolding, it is bizarre, does not actually feature Orlok in it - it actually starts with Ellen hearing Thomas call her name in the distance, but Thomas does not appear in it either - and is never referenced again. (I’m not even getting into the fact that she’s pregnant in the dream despite the fact that there is no talk of pregnancy or even wanting a child in any other part of the movie.) Ellen also goes on to tell Ruth she feels drawn to this shadow and conflicted over it. 

We have a moment where Ellen is talking about Thomas and also the shadow, and says “She loves him,” and I admit, I am not quite certain which “him” she’s referring to. It makes sense that she’s talking about Thomas, but the phrasing is awkward and unclear. And then this leads to Ruth talking about different kinds of love, including “forbidden” love, and it is heavily implied she’s a lesbian and is sort of coming onto Ellen? This is also never really brought up again. (Okay to be fair, earlier on Ruth and Harding argue over her not being married and she’s very insistent on not marrying, so they did lay some groundwork. Only to then drop it. This is a pattern.)

Oddly enough, during the first half of this movie, Ellen, her relationship with Thomas, and her ‘told but never shown’ dynamic with Orlok felt eerily similar to what I’ve read and been told of Eggers’ 2016 draft. This Ellen feels unfulfilled, unloved; there’s a sense that she struggles to love Thomas, while Thomas seems mostly happy to be married but less interested in who he’s married to (he cannot even tell her he loves her when leaving, after she says it to him). Ellen speaks of her dreams that make her feel confused and feels a pull towards darkness. Thomas is obsessed with attaining wealth and being just like his best friend Harding (here named Wolfram), while Ellen doesn’t care about such things.

To be quite honest, had I not read that this was filmed in 2016, I’d be convinced that the writer/director here had seen Eggers’ early script and took some of it to heart when making his own version. This film’s Thomas even knows, as he languishes in Transylvania, sick from his travels and Orlok feeding on him, that Orlok is specifically targeting his wife. A strong indication that these remakes are both - consciously or not - heavily influenced by adaptations of Dracula as much as the novel itself and nearly as much as the original silent film.

Plus, neither 1922 and 1979 give any indication that Thomas/Jonathan and Ellen/Lucy do not love each other or are not happy together. I already spoke of ‘79’s Lucy and her faith in their love, and on Jonathan’s end there’s plenty of evidence that he loves her in return. While he seems to be unmoved by Lucy’s sacrifice at the end, this feels like part of his transformation. My personal interpretation of Jonathan at the end was that becoming a vampire/nosferatu has turned him into the worst version of himself - rendering him unfeeling and unaffected, detached from that which made him human, which made him Jonathan. Hence not remembering Lucy or their relationship after returning home even before he turns. He is newborn in his vampirism, he does not have the sadness or loneliness of that movie’s Dracula, who has been such a creature for too long. And though financial success/economic concerns are present in the original and maybe vaguely so in the ‘79 film, Ellen/Lucy are not so outspokenly against Thomas’ financial worries. There is no indication that Ellen or Lucy are unhappy, unfulfilled, or longing for some secret darkness. They do not want Jonathan to go, and seem to have some sixth sense that something awful will happen, but it is not due to an already existing psychic or spiritual connection with Orlok/Dracula.

In a lot of ways, 1979 - despite using names from the novel for its characters - honestly seems to be the least influenced by adaptations of Dracula. Probably because it came earlier on, while 2023 and 2024 both came after FFC Dracula and its enduring influence over the world of Dracula media, for better or worse. Coppola’s lavish and over the top adaptation itself drew from Nosferatu (mostly in regards to Dracula’s shadow and I think the noticing of Mina’s picture - I could be completely misremembering, but these seemed to originate from the 1922 film, not the novel itself). The 1992 film went in hard on Jonathan Harker being stuffy and overly prim and proper, with Mina being sexually unfulfilled/frustrated and craving something more, something darker - and though it is not the originator of the reincarnation plot, it was the one to solidify it in pop culture and truly cement the concept of Mina and Dracula being the real romantic story, that they had a preexisting connection that Jonathan was ultimately the third wheel in.

(I did, through an ask sent after my post discussing the remakes’ depiction of Thomas and his relationship with money, find out that an early draft of the 1992 Dracula is accessible online and included Jonathan being very focused on money/coming across greedy, which makes me think that might be the root of 2023 and 2024 taking similar approaches.)

What is interesting is how 2023 and 2024 clearly exist in this post Dracula 1992 world and are influenced by that version, but in different ways both movies seem to try to reject it as well. There’s of course Eggers’ discussing how he didn’t want to do the romantic hero version, he wanted Orlok to be an asshole evil vampire while still exploring a twisted triangle between him, Ellen, and Thomas. But 2023 rejects this influence by basically just…dropping it after a point.

All that foundation laying and variation from the original silent movie? Pretty much goes nowhere and means nothing, and I am left wondering what was the point. Those dreams? That pull? Ellen feeling something for the shadow? Just dropped. The only additional, on screen moment between the two (and calling it that is a stretch) comes when Orlok finally feeds on Thomas - Ellen dreams that she’s there, sort of, and can see what’s happening. While this is indicated through editing in the original, this film explicitly shows her viewing what’s happening through a watery window while she sleepwalks. And…yeah. That’s basically it. The rest of the film sticks much closer to the original version, with a few added moments and minor alterations here and there. 

Harding’s sister Ruth dies and he becomes convinced Knock did it, while Thomas tries to convince him that the plague is no mere plague but the curse of the vampiric Orlok - sound familiar? I swear, did these two directors hang out at some point? - but Ellen’s plot suddenly becomes painfully identical to the silent film. Whatever additional meat was given to her now means nothing. (We even find out in this version she’s of Romani descent, which is what the protection charm she gave to Thomas comes from and I think is supposed to explain her “mystical” nature - but we find this out in a scene between Thomas and the nurse who believes his talk of Orlok and vampirism at the Transylvanian hospital, and it’s never acknowledged again.)

While 2024 decided to give Ellen a connection to Orlok and make her the central figure from the getgo through to the end, 2023 seems to give it to her for a little added flavor that is burnt up early on, and then decided to remain firmly focused on Thomas. Even with the unflattering portrayal of the character, Thomas in this specific film has the most consistent character arc. Which is truly frustrating, because again - this iteration of Thomas is absolutely insufferable and an awful husband. All the negative things said about Thomas in Eggers’ remake, even the most biased? Yeah, all that can be applied to 2023’s Thomas Hutter and more. (In fact, I won’t lie - the dialogue between Thomas and Orlok at the dinner table the night of his arrival reads like a parody fic fed by some of the most outrageous anti-Thomas sentiments I’ve seen on here and heard of from others.)

Where Eggers’ Thomas is allowed to show Ellen love from the start, in this version, Hutter cannot tell his wife he loves her back before he leaves, holds the charm she gave him with little regard even as a token of her concern for him, and happily sleeps with a Romanian local during his stay at the inn before reaching the castle. He’s rude and completely dismissive of her. Also it’s implied that though they’ve been married a year, they have not actually had sex? (As I type this out, I am pondering if this was what the pregnancy in her one dream related to, a desire to procreate with her husband already. It would have helped if it had been acknowledged at any other point. This movie is not overly subtle with a lot of its dialogue, but then it has other elements where I think I get what it’s saying but if I’m not reading too much into it, it is being painfully vague and obtuse.) 

I’ve read some discussion on the original silent film, where it discussed this sort of exaggerated innocence between Ellen and Thomas at the beginning and that they’re ‘childlike’ before Thomas leaves, discussing the influence of the filmmakers’ backgrounds as soldiers. As well as the fact that some of them were gay. Now, I can’t say whether or not that was director David Lee Fisher’s intention, but I struggle to see it. Maybe that’s a me problem. Even if that was the intention, did he have to make Thomas the worst husband who only cared about becoming “the richest man in Wisborg”? 

Thomas’ arc in Fisher’s remake isn’t so different from his arc in Eggers’, on paper. Unfortunately, while Eggers made his Thomas more sympathetic over the years of working on his script, this movie went hard for having Hutter be a shitty, obnoxious, greedy, dismissive asshole of a husband. Instead of Thomas learning to take his wife at her word about these otherworldly things and that money won’t save them, it’s Thomas learning he actually loves his wife and should treat her better, also stop being a greedy bitch, and maybe man up some. But it’s too little, too late, and doesn’t feel that sincere. Perhaps his lesson was that his greed was the root of all this suffering. Which, whoo boy - but I have a whole other post ranting about how frustrating THAT kind of storyline is in this day and age.

There were interesting ideas in Fisher’s remake, which might be the most annoying part of how underwhelming it was and how close it ultimately remained to the original. Trying to emulate the visual look and style of the silent film gave it a chance to explore those ideas in interesting and different ways from the theatrical remake. But probably because it bound itself so closely to its source - despite other adaptation influences - all those different ideas ultimately fizzle out, and it becomes basically a rehash of Murnau. What feels like a building towards something deeper between Ellen and Orlok goes nowhere, and in the end they have as little interaction here as they did in the silent film. Thomas and Ellen declare their love for each other after he returns, but it feels empty and unconvincing. (Not helped that Ellen has no idea he cheated, and he definitely doesn’t bring that up in his apology.) Ellen sacrificing herself to stop Orlok because it’s the right thing to do? I believe it. Doing it to save Thomas because she loves him? In this version? I don’t buy it in the slightest.

I decided against really getting into the acting because again, it’s the writing/direction that I have the most problem with. I will say Orlok and Ellen are both pretty well portrayed but I feel weird naming anyone because I know Orlok’s actor is on tumblr. I will say he was criminally wasted. The rest of the cast give performances ranging from passable to ‘overeager theater kid’. To sum up my feelings on Fisher’s writing and directing - I found both to be underwhelming, murky, clunky, and uncertain. Sometimes it will lay its themes out in overly heavy-handed dialogue, and sometimes it’s so painfully vague I have to wonder if I am simply reading into things that aren’t there - at least to me.

My apologies if this is all over the place and not the most concise review/examination of the 2023 remake and how Dracula/Orlok can’t escape the shadow of FFC. Really this was more about getting my thoughts out. And maybe also work on my rusty as shit meta writing. In a stunning twist, I might make gifs of this movie’s Ellen at some point. Look, she was absolutely lovely, and I have a soft spot for the actress. 

Anyway, come talk to me or send me asks about Nosferatu films or the Throuple if you like! The brainrot is still strong. 

[chaoticorganizedmess]

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Silent Treatment

Levi hates when you give him the silent treatment.

Levi Ackerman x Reader

It's no secret Levi has always been the strong silent type. It just came naturally to him. However, that wasn't you. Not that you were over-the-top outgoing or extroverted by any means, but much more congenial than he was.

So when things get like this between you it drives him crazy. You know he can be an asshole. You love him still and he knows it. Though after the blow up fight the two of you had last night you slept somewhere else other than bed with him. He doesn't care what was said or what happened. He wants you with him.

When you never came to bed he left the bedroom to find you had fallen asleep on the couch. The only thing that kept him from waking you and dragging you into bed with him was your puffy eyes. You must have cried yourself to sleep.

It left an ache in his heart and he actually considered sleeping on the floor. Why should he get the bed when he's the jerk and he knows it? Needless to say it was hard to sleep that night. Was it guilt or just not having you in his arms? He didn't know and it didn't matter.

Levi did his best in the morning to wrangle in his grumpiness. Awake at the crack of dawn as usual, he dressed and intended on patching things up with you. However, once he left the bedroom he was greeted with the sight of you tying up your boots. It actually made him stop in his tracks.

You usually slept in. Never one to enjoy waking up early. He wanted to apologize and maybe even sneak out and bring you a bite to eat to say sorry. Seeing you sitting there, blankets folded and you finishing up, threw him off. Now he didn't know what to do.

Judging by the way you were roughly tying your laces he surmised you must still be mad at him. Fair enough. Normally you're too happy to start the tea kettle if he hadn't already but that wasn't done either. Also fair. So Levi sighed and got the kettle started.

"Morning.", he says in his usual tone and you don't respond. Content with continuing to get ready for the day. "You're not gonna be a brat today, are you?" You only scoff in response, and Levi internally face palms. Not a very good start with trying to smooth things over.

The morning continues to drag on. Each minute more excruciating for him than the last the longer you keep from talking to him. There's one rule that you both share and that is you don't walk out the door to leave angry at the other. You don't leave before saying goodbye. No day is guaranteed in this cruel world, after all.

So why was Levi getting more nervous the closer the time came to leave? Did he fuck up that badly last night? He sipped the last of his tea as he looked over his paperwork. Sneaking a peak at you as you looked at your own itinerary. That's when he couldn't take it any longer, especially when you finally stood and grabbed for your jacket.

With a heavy sigh he screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Stop." Your paused your movement but refused to look his way. "Stop it.", he says firmer. That's when you finally turn to him. Giving him an incredulous look.

Levi stands and has a look on his face you've never seen. Defeat? Guilt? It hurt your heart that you were about to leave and break the rule you guys had. You were just so mad at him. Levi takes a few slow steps toward you. As if he were approaching a scared animal.

"I can't take this damn silence between us." He steps close to you and rests his hands on your hips. "I hate you being mad at me. Just...", he lets out a slight growl as he grows frustrated with himself. "We can discuss what happened later. Just talk to me now."

Levi sounds so desperate as he speaks to you. It's hard to look at him at first, and you find that you look around the room at everything but him. That's when you hear him softly murmur his next word. "Please." Levi wasn't one for begging, but you could feel his longing for you in that one word.

You glance at his face and his eyes are already focused on you. You managed to hold back any tears that threatened to spill but you aren't sure if that would continue once you spoke. If you heard your voice break. So you nod, affirming that you'll put what happened aside until tonight.

Honestly, that's if you go back to it at all. Now that he's apologized, you realize you're happy with just letting it go. Just worrying about the present with your love. Life is too short.

Not a full second goes by when Levi pulls you into his body. Fully wrapping his arms around you. "I love you.", he says as he buries his face in your shoulder, "I'm sorry." You don't hesitate to shake you head, "It's alright."

The two of you stand there in a tight embrace. Relishing the feeling of holding one another before pulling away slightly to share a tender kiss. "I was being an asshole. So you better be in bed with me tonight. That's an order." You chuckle at him before shrugging. "Only if you make it up to me once we're there, Sir."

[badlandsbandit]

Anybody here read TGED? No? Well you should.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Here is the finished version of my smaller & simplified Hierophant embroidery design! It measures 3.5 inches wide rather than 6.25 like my larger and more complex pattern, and I tried a different color palette for the background to bring it closer to the original card. It's still not perfect but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out!

This pattern takes a lot less time than the bigger one, so is more approachable. Both these patterns and my other designs will be available in my new etsy store as I finish writing out instructions and uploading them :)

This finished piece will also be for sale for anyone interested, and I am taking limited embroidery commissions for now.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)