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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago

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Hello! I’m not sure if this has been requested yet. But could I request an Ethan Landry imagine with the prompts 1 & 4. “How could you betray me like that?’’ & “I’m not gonna let you get hurt.’’ Could the reader be Gale and Dewey’s daughter too? Please and thank you!

I've been waiting for a request that could fit this scene idea that I had and this one was perfect!!

my taglists are here + you can requests here at any time

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Your eyes welled with tears as the ghostface on detective Bailey’s right took off their mask, revealing the face of your boyfriend.

‘’No,’’ you cried, barely audible.

The ghostface reveals are known to be shocking, but this — you did not see this coming. Ethan had always been sweet, loving and awkward. He was the perfect golden retriever boyfriend. You really thought you had him figured out.

Yet, here he was, black robe on and bloody knife in his hand after stabbing his roommate to an imminent death.

You felt sick to your stomach. This couldn’t be happening.

You were starting to believe that your life was cursed. You were the daughter of two survivors of the original Woodsboro massacre, it would make sense. Cursed by the bloodline.

Would this ever stop? Or were you destined to die by the knife of a masked killer? You were so sick of these fucking ghostfaces. One of them had taken your father’s life last year. Now, your mother was severely injured and one of the killers turned out to be the guy you were in love with? Your father was right — never trust the love interest.

Beside you, Tara was frowning at who she thought was her friend. How could he have done this to Chad?

Sam’s attention shifted to the second ghostface that had yet to reveal himself. Please don’t be Danny, she silently begged. She had gone through this once, she didn’t want to be betrayed the same way again. She would probably go ballistic if the second ghostface revealed to be Danny.

Everyone was on the edge as the remaining ghostface removed their mask.

Quinn.

‘’Hey roomies,’’ she greeted with a smile. ‘’Didn’t see that one coming, did you?’’

‘’Because we thought you died,’’ Tara said, deeply confused.

‘’Yeah, well it was a way to get off the suspects list.’’

Detective Bailey and Quinn went on about how they faked her death, but you weren’t listening. Your attention focussed on the boy who completely shattered your heart.

“How could you betray me like that?’’ you said as a tear slipped down your cheek, looking right at Ethan.

His eyes were filled with guilt and regret, but you didn’t put your guard down. You couldn’t let yourself be fooled by him — not again.

‘’I’m sorry, baby.’’ Ethan’s voice had shifted to the soft one he used with you, dropping the ghostface act. He made a step to you, but before he could reach you, Quinn did and held her knife against your throat.

You gasped and went completely still in Quinn’s hold, your life one move away from ending.

Rage filled Ethan, glaring at his killing partner. ‘’Don’t touch her!’’ he warned, pointing his knife at Quinn. ‘’She has nothing to do with this.’’

‘’Uh-uh. Come any closer and I’ll kill her,’’ the ginger haired girl defied, tightening her hold on your frightened figure.

Quinn’s threat was not an empty one and Ethan knew. She didn’t care about you or your life.

‘’Falling for the enemy. God, you’re such an idiot!’’

You begged Ethan for help with your eyes, the fear in his mirroring yours.

Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot echoed in the theater and you saw Kirby, back on her feet, firing at Quinn. The bullet hit her shoulder and fell back from the impact, just enough to allow you to slip from her grapes and flee with Sam and Tara as Quinn cursed from the pain.

The theater was large, so you separated. Sam took Tara's hand and dragged her in one direction and you took the other. It would have been smart if there weren't three killers, but staying together made you a bigger target. There wasn’t really a smarter plan, they both sucked.

You pushed a door and took a left, hoping to find a room to lock yourself in, but instead ending up in a long hallway that was a deadend. Fuck. If any of the killers found you, you would be doomed.

You leaned against the wall, catching your breath for a short moment as you asked yourself what your mom would do in your situation. She’s Gale Weathers, she’s intelligent and resourceful — she always finds a solution.

During your thinking, a hand covered your mouth.

By elimination, it wasn’t Quinn — she would have stabbed you immediately. It also couldn’t be detective Bailey because all the man could do was use a gun.

Your eyes widened in fear, thinking this was your moment, but instead you heard Ethan’s voice.

‘’It’s me.’’

A sound that should reassure you and make you feel safe instead made fear rise in your chest.

You pushed his hand off you. ‘’Don’t touch me.’’

Your words hurt like a dagger to the heart. You were scared of him.

He raised his hands in surrender. ‘’I know you're scared of me right now—’’

‘’You murdered people, Ethan. You...you stabbed my mom and killed her boyfriend.’’

‘’That wasn't me! It was Quinn,’’ he exclaimed, quickly innocenting himself. ‘’I could never do this to you.’’

His eyes were pleading that you would believe him, but to which extent had he put an act on?

‘’Was any of it real? You and I?’’

Tears filled your eyes again as flashes of the time spent with him hit you. All the nights watching movies cuddled on his bed, the study sessions that turned into making out and the softest smiles he gave you. The intimate moment spent beneath the sheets. Helping him tape his strange knight costume for the Halloween party because it kept falling apart. When he comforted you after the attack at Sam and Tara’s apartment or accompanied you to the hospital when your mom got stabbed numerous times. You had cried into his chest, wrapped in the protection of his strong arms while the doctors were taking care of your mom.

‘’Yes!’’ he affirmed, coming close but you stepped back, making his heart ache. ‘’Everything between us is real, I promise. You're the only good thing in my life I've ever known. The only person I’ve ever loved.’’ He was pouring his heart to you, not caring if he sounded desperate.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do to get your forgiveness. Hell, he would get on his fucking knees and beg if needed.

‘’And I believe that.’’ You put a hand on his face gently, feeling his baby-soft skin. ‘’I love you, Ethan. I love you, but I can't forgive you. You…you killed Anika and Chad.’’

‘’I had to! My dad— He made me do it.’’ Tears filled Ethan’s eyes. ‘’I-I wanted nothing to do with this.’’

He rarely ever evoked his father — or his family. All he had said to you was that he constantly had to fight to gain his father's love and approval because he wasn't the favorite son. Was this why he participated in his father's revenge plan?

Your heart ached for the boy who begged for his father’s attention and love, but it didn’t change anything to the fact that Ethan had killed in cold blood two people who called him a friend.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ Your hand slipped from his face, getting flashes of Anika’s body falling from the ladder and hitting the ground. ‘’You’ve gone too far. I can’t—’’

‘’I’m sorry. For Chad and Anika and all the people I’ve hurt.’’

‘’Sorry is not gonna bring them back.’’

Ethan didn’t say anything. Sometimes, silence is best.

‘’I’m still gonna keep my promise.’’

You drew your eyebrows together. ‘’What promise?’’

‘’To protect you. It doesn’t matter if you hate me, you’re not going down tonight.’’ He rested his forehead against yours, looking right into your eyes as he promised. ‘’I'm not gonna let you get hurt. Ever.’’

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#ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #scream 6 #scream 6 imagines

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maaken · 7 months ago

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how Lev Haiba kisses?

A LEV HAIBA HEADCANON

i think his kisses are curious and innocent, but then theyre also eager, sometimes a little impatient but theyre very polite. he always asks too, the typical 'may i?' with pleading eyes like this "🥺", he has to cos everything he wants to do with you needs your full consent, he's a gentleman like that and we love a respectful man.

hes always open to new ideas as to changing up how you two can possibly kiss and make it as sweet as possible. he never gets tired of kissing you, and he cant get enough of it actually.

he acts like kissing you was something he hasnt been doing for the entirety of your relationship. like he treats every kiss as a first kiss, always so precious and endearing, leaves him flushed like an idiot with swollen lips but a face so happy.

you could practically see an imaginary tail wag behind him. he's actually a golden retriever raised by cats. he never gets used to kissing you so hes always so excited. he's like a three year old, deprived of kisses and would ask for more and more, and you give in. you cant exactly ignore his pleas, and who wouldnt want to give kisses to your overgrown 6'5 baby when he's asking so nicely. whenever you two are done he takes a while to recover himself, he's always burying his face into the crook of your neck afterwards, inhaling your scent.

you are his comfort space, you are like his favorite pillow that he likes to bring around as a child. you cant blame Lev for being as adorable as this ever since you found out he has been bullied before. why on earth would anyone want to pick on this poor baby? you would think to yourself and vow yourself in silence to protect him at all costs despite the 40cm difference between you two in height.

A/N: i'm actually 5 flat so that makes me 150cm and hes up there 196cm i am literally by his waist this is beyond absurd.

i made this on a whim cos i just could not stop thinking about moy lyvochka in the middle of the night, like i literally cannot shut up about him.

i recently got back to my haikyuu phase due to the hype about the dumpster movie and i got dragged into it and i started missing haikyuu and i thought i'd be back in my stupid kei tsukishima phase but no, boy was i wrong— when i took notice of this sweet sweet tall baby from nekoma i could not take my eyes off him.

#lev haiba x reader #haikyuu #lev haiba #headcanon #haikyuu fluff #fluff #ℳaaken

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reashot · 11 months ago

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Connecting Tears.

Part 1: Ren Confronts Jaune

Papa Arc: Any suggestion on how to separate my idiot son and Summer's idiot daughter?

Ren: We might not have to resorts to such drastic measures yet.

Papa Arc: In case you didn't know I just saw my son and Ruby naked in the same bed! I think something drastic is what we need right now.

Ren: You don't have to tell me. I saw both them showering together.... *shudder*

(My loyal followers knows what Ren is referring to. 😜)

Papa Arc: Sweet founder...

Ren: Yeah I know I'm just going to ask him some questions first before we decide to break them apart.

The Next Day...

Jaune: Hey Ren, I seen your message on my scroll. You looking for me?

Ren: Jaune the reason I called you here is because I want to ask you.

*sigh*

Are you in love with Ruby?

Jaune: W-what? This again. I told you already I'm not in love with Ruby!

We're just friends!

Why do you keep asking me this?

Me and Ruby are nothing like that.

In fact Ruby doesn't even see me like that.

Ren: *sigh*

Okay. Let's say I believe you. That you and Ruby are just friend.

How would you feel if Ruby decides to one day date another man?

Jaune: !!!

(Ruby Dating another man?)

*imagining Ruby in the arm's of another man*

*starts tearing up*

*sniffs* I-If that is what Ruby wants then *sniffs* then I as her best friend will give them my blessing and wish for her to be happy.

Ren: (Ohhh Shi....)

Part 2: Blake Confronts Ruby.

Blake: Oh Ruby~

Ruby: What is it Blake?

Blake: *giggle* You like Jaune don'tcha?

Ruby: *roll eyes* Sure Blake...

Me liking Vomit boy.

Wow, very correct, much speculation.

At best I just see him as my dumb older brother and at worst as a golden retriever.

Blake: *Gagh!* (Right in my shipping heart) B-but I keep seeing you and Jaune together a lot lately. Clearly there must be something going on with you two? (Please, please let there be something!)

Ruby: Silly kitty.

There's nothing going on with me and Jaune.

While it's true that I enjoy being with him.

I mostly used my time to talk about games and comics with him.

And I can't deny that he gives the best headpat I ever received.

We're just friends. That is all.

Blake: *grrr* If you don't ask Jaune out. Eventually he's going to be taken away from you by another girl. Do you want that to happen, Ruby?!

Ruby: (Jaune with another girl?)

*imagining Jaune giving headpat to another girl*

I don't like it...

Blake: Nya?

Ruby: I like Jaune as a friend and if he finally have someone asking him out then it's good for him, but when I Imagine him being close to another girl. I can feel my chest starts to tighten for some reason. I don't know what caused it. But I will still be happy for him. But for whatever reason I can still feel something hurt inside of me.

It hurt..

I don't like it...

I know it's wrong...

But he is my friend...

And I want him to be happy...

Even if It's not with me....

Blake: NYA!!!!!

(Moe!!!)

Ruby: Blake!!!

Are you okay?

You lost so much blood!

Blake: D-don't worry about it...

In unrelated news. The new Knight's of Rose book become a major best sellers in Remnant in just few days.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster rwby #lancaster #jaune x ruby #ruby x jaune #rwby lancaster #papa arc #papa arc knows best #lie ren #blake belladonna #blake ships lancaster

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fairyysoup · 1 year ago

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I'm still thinking about your Steve, I can't really go over how soft he is 🥺😔

hmmmmOooOo let me talk about my boy real quick

in the 90s, steve's got a couple years' worth of failed relationships under his belt, so he knows what's good and what's not. he's learned from his mistakes and he's not gonna fuck up this time (hopefully)!!! he's attentive and sweet and doting, he takes stock of your routines so he knows you like the back of his hand that comes naturally from when he had a crush on you in high school, you swear he's like a trophy husband with the way he packs you lunch <33 always ready and willing to drop everything and run when you call, he's literally a golden retriever boyfriend ugh. stevie loves with his WHOLE chest, he won't be normal about it (usually this would be a turnoff but you've never been normal about him either lol).

but also he's in culinary school, so he's a fucking idiot right. he's eating doritos for lunch WHILE he's making the most amazing concoction you've ever seen on the stove as "practice" and having you taste test it. he's mildly sleep deprived so he has like. two brain cells left and one of them is only ever revolving around you, so he's really only using one of them to conduct the rest of his life. he can trust you to not let him set his hair on fire (literally, once) as long as you're around, but once you're gone he's a trainwreck. doesn't know what to do with himself, he needs his girl to help him keep his head on straight :'(((

you're gonna have to move in with him, obviously. sorry, his hands are tied. it's the only way he's gonna be able to balance his two loves (cooking and you) otherwise. but it just makes sense since you've been sleeping over at his place almost constantly for over a year now (he is pushing a tiramisu at you to butter you up as he explains this reasoning)

his puppy dog eyes the tiramisu works, so you move in with him. you have to put a sticky note by the doorknob to remind him to take out the garbage in the morning. he's obsessed with the way you just write 'trash :)'

sweetest of peas. big of heart. dumb of ass.

#my sweet sweet husband to whom i owe my life #also my fucking boyfriend who spits in ym mouth #steve harrington #steve thoughts #icsy!steve #steve harrington x reader #asks #rose shut up

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corpsebasil · 1 year ago

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Can we please have more of the knight!nikolai x barmaid reader because consider: knight!nikolai who's the capable and mildly intimidating captain but has a soft spot for youuuuuuuu

Oh my GOOOOOOAOAOSOENRPNR

So you’re the sweet girl working at the tavern the knights tend to frequent after their campaigns. YOU are the one who they greet with sweaty hugs, ruffling your hair and making you smack at them to get away. You like it, though. They’re your boys!

The knights stumble in like a pack of wild dogs after the end of a trip and you’re there, already grinning and pouring a huge mug of ale for each of them. Like golden retrievers they flock at the bar, eager to tell you stories of what they encountered.

Half aren’t even close to being true, but still. For example: Sir Dominik claims he broke his wrist fighting a wild boar. In reality he tripped and rolled about twenty feet down a hill before landing on a rock.

Sir Galahad claims he got the gnarly, brand new scar on his face—stretching from temple to jaw—by fending off an entire legion of Druskelle all on his own.

The idiot was drunk and landed face first into a pile of armor. Not fun.

Sir Nikolai, on the other hand, only tells you the minute details: they had a mission, they got it done, they’re fine. But his eyes linger on you—always have—and you know deep in your soul that he’s the most genuine knight in his cadre.

So you pour while you listen to their ridiculous stories, laughing and allowing them to entertain you with wild narratives that may be—but most likely are not—real. The other knights commit to the bit, too. If Sir John says he fought a dragon you can bet your ass at least five other knights are going to pretend they were there. They saw it, Y/N! They saw it!

It’s Sir Nikolai, though, who you want to talk to the most. Nikolai who gives you a casual compliment on your dress, your hair, anything he notices. Nikolai who brings you trinkets from his missions every time, unfailingly, and Nikolai who never even looks in the direction of another girl in the tavern.

Sir Nikolai who walks you home after the bar closes, one hand on the small of your back. Precaution, of course.

Nikolai who you give a goodnight kiss to at the door to your cottage.

Nikolai who let stay.

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #wattpad #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone imagine #fluff #six of crows #knight nikolai lantsov #sir nikolai lantsov

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your-local-hoemie · 1 year ago

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ꕥ Genshin Impact ꕥ boyfriend headcanons, Inazuma edition~ part two.

Firstly, why is Itto so pretty in this gif???

Who gave this man the right?????

Secondly, thank you all for 100 followers!!! I honestly didn’t think anyone would really like my writing but knowing that you do makes it even more fun! And ya’ll are all so nice too like I don’t deserve this what T-T

Summary: literally the title.

Warnings: fluff, maybe a lil’ suggestive??, swearing, established relationship, Gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: Itto, Ayato, Gorou. (I’m classing scara (aka, wanderer) as a Sumeru citizen now since he’s a new, good boy! What i still wouldn’t give for him to crush me)

Itto~

God bless this man.

He’s so precious.

He openly adores everything you do.

Walked up a bunch of stairs without dying?

You can bet your sweet buns that this man is going to be awe struck.

He’s very strong and even though he acts like a himbo, he’s still got his head in a good place (kinda)

(He’s a complete fucking idiot)

But he is the definition of a golden retriever boyfriend!

Give him head pats and tell him he’s a good boy and he’s mush in your arms!

Boy will go all out on dates hsiduxid

Most of the time they don’t go as planned but you can’t even get mad when he still somehow manages to pull a successful “plan numero two-o” out of nowhere.

Kuki has become his go-to advisor for romance!

She doesn’t know much bless her but she knows more than him jdjdjdhdurj

Man doesn’t get jealous.

He’s too oblivious-

If someone starts flirting with you he’ll probably just join in.

“You think they’re great too?? What am I saying, of course you do! How could you not think that they’re the coolest, most awesomest partner ever!”

Bless his heart I love him T-T

He lets you polish his horns-

He lets you polish his horns.

It might not seem like much but he’s so proud of them that it’s a literal honour-

Loves it when you pet them too or put little jewellery around them!

Honestly I think he’s a really good kisser.

Don’t ask why but he just gives off that vibe.

He’s also been roping you into beetle fights.

Which he totally wins every time!

He doesn’t. You let him win occasionally.

He once found a super cool looking beetle and named it after you!!

He always makes sure to take extra good care of it just because of that.

Ayato~

Imma be honest, if I see this man pull boba out of his arm one more time and make that slurp I might lose it-

I’m not too familiar with his character but my best friend has a intense crush on him so i will get scolded if I make this is too inaccurate.

I know this sounds absurd but istg I will bet everything that this man has social anxiety.

I can smell my people.

He’s just really good at hiding it with his duties!

And you’re the only one who gets to see that side of him because he trusts you more than anyone T-T

Man is extremely busy so dates are rare but he still somehow manages to make time!

A privilege that’s only shared with Ayaka who absolutely adores you!!

She also absolutely wasn’t a little jealous of her brother hdbfhdj

He adores the little things you do!

Like, absolutely worships them!

If you decided to make him the ugliest drawing known to man kind he will frame it and look at it at least twice a day.

He taught you to play chess and much to thoma’s dismay, he taught you extremely well.

Poor boy hasn’t won in months.

Always offers you a taste of his magical sleeve boba!

How it stays fresh, no one knows.

He’s an absolute gentleman!

Hand kisses whenever he greets you, without fail!

Always insist on getting you little trinkets or jewellery!

He thinks you deserve it ok, just accept it-

Always talks about you to thoma and Ayaka!

He wants to make sure you know how much he loves you!!

He is a little possessive over you-

He means no harm by it but he can’t help his sly, mischievous side show a little bit.

“Come now, is that really any way to talk to my future spouse? Hm? Yes I did call you that, do you object, dearest~?”

Just cuts into the conversation with the offending person and grabs you by the waist with zero shame-

Do it back-

It’ll shut him up really quick~

Gorou~

Just like Ayato, I’m not super familiar with his personality hngggg.

Let’s get it out the way, shall we?

Tail.

Ears.

I NEED TO PET HIM!!!!!!

And lucky you!

You get to pet him!!

Yes he allows you to touch the ears.

Maybe be careful with the tail though cough cough

He whimpers

Beach dates aaaAAAA!

He’s constantly in work mode but he does his best to relax!

He loves making seashell necklaces with you and just taking walks together while talking!

Poor boy gets very flustered very easily.

He knows his tail gives off his emotions way too easily and you’re always super quick to tease him about it.

Evil.

He’s a thigh person and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Let him lay in your lap, please.

He’s also super ticklish-

Don’t ask, he just looks the type.

He can’t help but melt into a flustered mess whenever you’re around!

Which of course he gets teased for mercilessly by the rest of the soldiers.

But saying that, he will never be embarrassed by admitting he loves you!

He believes strongly in being open about how you feel.

Always brings you freshly picked flowers whenever you meet up!

He is really strong though, don’t be fooled by his fluff.

One of the reasons he loves you so much is because you never see him as just a pet.

He also asks you to study with him when kokomi lets him read her books!

You’d be amazed by how focused this man can get when in serious mode istg not even a earthquake could shake him.

“Huh? I love you but come on, do I really have to remind you again? It’s vital that we always keep our minds sharp even if there’s no visible threat! Leave the poor lizards alone-”

His patience with you is incredible.

He doesn’t get jealous easily but he does get a little insecure sometimes!

He’ll never cause a scene with it but he will be open with how he feels.

He hates the idea of arguing so he’ll always bring it up in a polite way!

He’s always super respectful of you and will quickly scold anyone who acts differently~

He’s a very good and very precious baby~

IM ALIVE!!! Well, kinda. I’m back at home but I got a lot of recovery to do and when I tell ya’ll that it is frUSTRATING! So writing is a good distraction!

I’m still gonna be taking my time though since my energy is completely gone not to mention I’m not allowed to get too excited since it raises my heart rate so the genshin men might actually end up killing me gdjsgHDJSH

Not that I’d mind either-

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yourleastfavoriteguyinthechairr · 2 years ago

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guess who watched the from s2 finale? me, and i’ve got some shit to say (spoilers ahead))

reactions:

(warning: spoilers + cursing + super long post (summary at the bottom))

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-alright let’s go, boyd wyd just standing there

-why are you looking for randall’s body- like- what’s the point in that

-jUMPSCaRE oh sHIT HES ALIVE

-oh fUCk julie’s screaming now

-oh shit it’s gonna be marielle next

-SHIT I WAS RIGHT

-boyd why are you back in that place

-oh fuck she hearing the music??? oh shit is something bad abt to happen??

-screaming?? OH JULIE AND RANDALL AND MARIELLE

-yo her nose gon bleed??

-WHATS HURTING THEM SARA WE MUST KNOW

-language kenny

-NEEDS THEM FOR WHaaT

-oh fuck boyd brought it that’s not good for his conscience

-too late for whAt??

-tabitha. tabby. the tower is nOt the answer. don’t please don’t

-reggie that smile fake af you better not do something dumb

-FUCK YEA MARRIGE

-jade what are you doin- *gets jumpscared by jade smashing the glass* oh ok

-oh it’s the bartender dude

-jade having the same shit as boyd w/ khatri?? (rip my dude)

-interesting method

-nO NOT THE TUNNELS

-awh no don’t be upset boyd :(

-reggie. oh shit. this can’t go well

-fUCKING SHIT YOU JUST WH-- REGGIE YOU ARENT RANDALL

-oh fuck who’s he gonna shoot

-jade you brave dumbass

-alright who else thinks that string gonna get cut or some shit

-oh fuck don’t lose your flashlight

-NOT THE FUCKING DOLL AGAIN

-boyd i understand your pain but i don’t think cursing out god is gonna help

-donna oh my gOD what an icebreaker

-awh no poor kristi :(

-boyd!!! it’s marrige!! don’t miss the marrige!!

-oh fuck jade

-what the fuck those kids saying anyway?? ahncewy?? encehwy??

-oh yay it’s another vision

-yo vic them trees move again??? oh hey clinking--

-OH MY GOD VICTOR GIVING TABBY THE SNACKS I CaNT

-THIS SWEET TRAUMATIZED OLD MAN LOOK AT HIM OH MY GOD HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER

-aaand now he’s alone

-*gasp* YAY MARRIAGE

-oh my god ellis you’re so fucking adorable

-a literal golden retriever

-boyd istg if you don’t show up to your sons wedding imma hurt you

-YAYY HES HERE

-AWWW HES GONNA WALK HER LOOK AT THIS IM GOING TO DIE

-*is just dying of fluff overload the entire time*

-uhhh boyd you good

-oh fuck

-REGGIE DONT YOU DaRE

-FUCK

-oh he’s dead. go boyd

-BOYD YOU FUCKING IDIOT YOU GOT SHOT AND YOU STILL GOIN THERE??? BOYD. BOYD YOU NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION BOYD-

-oh fuck we back here

-yo that old man still there??

-OH SHIT ITS JULIE AND MARIELLE AN RANDALL

-wait hol up- does that mean the same thing happening to jul/elle/randy happened to the old man???

-SMASH THE MUSIC BOX S M A S H I T

-FUCK ITS YOUR DEAD WIFE

-fuck don’t listen to her

-FUCK she makes a good point

-FUCK SHE COULD BE LYING

-GOOD ON YOU BOYD SMASH THE FUCKING BOX

-THEY LIVE THANK THE FUCKING GODS

-oh wait oh shit what abt tabby don’t you dARE HURT HER-

-nah man am i the only one concerned abt randall being left alone shit didn’t go well last time

-p l e a s e jim where is your wife

-the buzzing oh shit i knew something was off

-…quiet before the storm???

-TABBY FINALLY

-my fibromyalgia could not handle those stairs mmMm

-those damn children’s voices

-how that shit even turning smh

-oh we going up

-those windows don’t look safe tabby

-what a beautiful view

-OH THERES A KID

-biw (boy-in-white) wdym- oh don’t you dare- OH FUCK TABBY OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

-DONT YOU DARE END THERE

-oh my god she’s in a hospital room

-wait what

-oh fuck don’t tell me she was in a coma and it was all her imagination

-wait no that wouldn’t track

-wait

-oh fuck

-don’t tell me it kicked her out and left her family in there

-don’t do this to me or her

-OH FUCK OH SHIT

-OH MY GOD

-*incoherent sobbing*

as a summarization: what the fuck

#from #from 2022 #from 2023 #from series #from epix #from tv show #from mgm+

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cutejk123 · 5 months ago

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Luaisy fanchildren in Picrew style

Violet (Age 14)

Blossom (Age 12)

Now, I will introduce to you....

My Mareach fanchildren

Mario and Peach has 4 children (2 daughters and 2 sons- twins). Their names are: Plum, Carmelo, Paul and Marcella. Carmelo and Paul are twins and Plum is the eldest child. They love their mum and dad and their 2 pets: A Male Golden Retriever dog named Luca and a Female blue Parakeet bird named Bianca. The children loves adventure and visiting their family and cousins and they have realistic feelings.

Here they are <3

Here are the links:

TOON ME! ⟪ A ⟫｜Picrew

TOON ME! ⟪ B ⟫｜Picrew

Plum

Age 15

Female

Bisexual, ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: June 5th

She is the eldest child of Mario and Peach

She's really good at baking, which she learned through her mother.

She is very protective with her younger siblings and they look up to her.

Personality: kind, loyal, protective, talkative, bubbly, adventurous, loving, friendly, a bit sassy, slightly moody.

Loves: cake, her family and friends, hanging out with her cousins Violet and Blossom, music, playing video games, baking, taking care of her younger siblings, riding her bicycle, dancing, going shopping with her mum.

Great bond with her dad

Her best hobbies are baking and bike riding

Carmelo

Age 10

Male

Straight, ''Cis''

He/him

Birthday: November 12th

He is the 2nd child of Mario and Peach

He is Paul's older twin brother

He and Paul both share bedrooms with each other.

He sometimes likes to play fight with his twin brother Paul.

Personality: energetic, loud, rude, cool, funny, adventurous, cheeky, a bit horrid, kind, helpful.

Loves: his twin brother Paul, his family and friends, watching anime such as the Dragon Ball series, playing video games, skateboarding, scary movies, going to the park, rock music, eating crisps, bubble-gum.

A huge Dragon Ball fan

Paul

Age 10

Male

Straight, ''Cis''

He/him

Birthday: November 12th

He is the 3rd child of Mario and Peach

He is Carmelo's younger twin brother

A Book Worm

He is a Reading, Poetry, and Science nerd.

He teaches his older twin brother Carmelo how to be more kind rather than rude.

Personality: smart, intelligent, thoughtful, lovable, shy, kind, sweet, friendly, caring, quiet, studious, clever, bright.

Loves: reading, collecting books, doing studies, science, writing poems and stories, watching nature documentaries, his family, friends and pets, getting top grades, classical music, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Winnie the Pooh, any Roald Dahl books.

A complete Mama's boy

Marcella

Age 7

Female

Straight, ''Cis''

She/her

Birthday: March 10th

She is the youngest child of Mario and Peach

She's a bit of a gremlin and has temper tantrums.

She carries her frog plushie called Hoppy sometimes.

She has ADHD

She is similar to the character of Muffin from 'Bluey'

Personality: loud, silly, tantrum-prone, giggly, a bit aggressive, pouty, cheeky, lovable, cute, crying, cheerful, crazy, chaotic, wild, creative.

Loves: her frog plushie, playing with her cousin Blossom, colouring, art, watching shows like Bluey, Peppa Pig and Tayo the Little Bus, getting what she wanted, sweets, playing tea parties, swimming, her family and friends, dressing up, her uncle Luigi, getting hugs and kisses, roller-skating.

A Papa's girl (she dearly loves her dad so much).

So there it goes and I hope you guys like them. Which one of the Mareach children do you like the most, let me know <3

@jessythebunny @jammyjams1910 @oh-my-gosh-its-j0sh @miss-freak @itsavee4117 @gracegootee @krystal-gems @tstain-is-an-idiot @peaches2217 @jasminesanriofan @silenzahra

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legacy-of-books-and-dragons · 9 months ago

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•God of Fury•

•⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

•🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️/5

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•This book is my Roman Empire. I….. I don’t even know where to start. I was wondering why this one of the series had the worst chokehold on me and realized because me and Bran have a small thing in common, and when books have that, I always fall hard. I knew going into this book is was going to ruin me and boy, did it. This was the one I was so looking forward to because I love Niko and Bran. And then together was everything. Although chapter 36 was ride as fuxk, this book, man I am already wanting to reread it. I was giggling, smiling like an idiot then entire time. My sweet Niko, I figured out he’s the black fur golden retriever. My sweet unhinged Niko caught my sweet, proper Brans attention and refused to let him go. Niko, I will always love that he never pushed Bran out and wanted him, demons and all. These 2, they have won my favorite couple and I am so lost and don’t know what to do now that I’m done.

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#dark romance #rina kent #book review #legacy of gods #god of fury

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the-geek-librarian · 1 year ago

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12, 15 and 25 for Vanica, Dante and Zenon :D

HELLL YEAHHHHH THE BITCHES LETS GOOO. HI CY :DDD

12. What's a Headcanon you have for this character?

Dante: He can't cook for SHIT. like as much as I love him (which is more then I will ever openly admit) bro can't make a sandwich or boil and egg so Vanica runs him out the kitchen with a wooden spoon. Also he can't drink. Homie is a lightweight and he hates that so much

Zenon: He really likes dancing! Though no one (except Allen) knows about it. Not even Vani and Dante. Plus he has a REALLY big sweet tooth, if their is a box of sweets in his field of vision he will leave nothing for the rest the siblings (this annoys Dante beyond belief )

Vanica: She is (somehow) a really great cook! She kicked Lucius out of cooking duty a month after she learned the basics. Dante has made the "Haha, your a woman and you cook" joke only once in his whole life because Vanica put rat poison in his food and uhhh it wasn't a nice experience. And she can sing too! Most of the time she acts like she can't just to annoy ppl

15. What's your favorite ship with this character? ( Doesn't matter if it's canon or not)

Dante: OHHHHHH BOYYYY UHHH. Sweet rat man, I love you (regrettably) but your ass is so fucking bitchless. The closest thing he has to a relationship is the fact that he is fuckbuddys with Lucifero, I won't count Yami x Dante as a ship bc it's literally just rat man being a weird ass mother fucker and getting his ass beat which is funny as shit. However I will say he is pansexual and he will get into a relationship with literally anything and anyone.

Zenon: There is only one correct answer. Allen x Zenon for LIFE. Because come on BC fandom that man is not attached to Wemon in any way, only thing he feels for them is fear bc of Vanica and his Mom. But moving on they are soulmate-coded and I will die on that, Golden retriever bf and Black cat bf

Vanica: Listen, all of Vanica ships are fucking soulmate coded ok??? (I'm dilulu shut UP) and I love them with my heart (except Vanica x Acier, not soulmate-coded but annoying cat x Tired mother of 4). I have three I would die for bc I am insane. 1) Vanica x Megicula and Vanica x Lolopechka really they give off SUCH old married couple energy I wanna DIE. 2) Vanica x Lolo x Gajah, it's the "We can fix her" mentality AND THEY SECSIDED THE MOTHER FUCKERS. They are very funny and funky but not everyone's cup of tea but it's ok.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Dante: My first impression was "OHHHH, he looks cool! (I also like the beard shot me) wonder what he can do" and now it's "Cring ass motherfucker pls stop being weird for the love of god (affectionately, I'm afraid), can you not have beef with an 18 year old?". Can you tell that I like him but wanna throw him of a clif?

Zenon: First impression "Emo boy, with a sad backstory incoming" I didn't care about bonehead at the start, I thought he had BANING magic but beyond that meh. And now "UHHH BABY BOY LIL WET CAT MAN BONE ASS IDIOT. can someone get this mans husband pls?" now I put him in my pocket and take him as far for house Zogratis as I can

Vanica: First impression "WEEEEEEE WEMON, IF HOT WHY EVIL???" I was uhh it was love at first sight honestly, same with Lolopechka so now I call them BOTH baby girls. Now "Oh baby- I would feel bad for what I put you through BUT I DONT SUFFER, then I wack her with the angst stick in almost all my Aus" really can you get more baby girl then Vanica? ( yes you can but SHUT up) she is both insane and has her mental health hanging on a thread, she really needs some tits to lean on and a tea to drink.

Thank you for the asks Cr!!

Asks for this are always open for any fandom I'm in!!

#black clover #v answers #vanica zogratis #dante zogratis #zenon zogratis #The Zogratis siblings #Really #they all need therapy

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elvisabutler · 2 years ago

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dove career anon back again! do you have any sfw hcs for dove and austin? like the first time they met each other's families or visited each other's hometowns? any pets they may have (for some reason dove strikes me as a cat person)? just general light goofiness between them

no idea what we're talking about? see the little dove series masterlist for slightly more info, note it's not safe for minors at all. and note i'll eventually get out the next chapters.

you mean how austin charms the hell out of her mother despite knowing that "ah yes this is the idiot who broke my baby girl". and how dove tells austin's dad he's got a villain mustache and it's somehow still cute? dove career anon, i definitely have these.

consider. consider that any actual proper visits happen post cannes smashed in between elvis press tour dates or in the tiny sliver of time austin had pre dune and bikeriders filming. dove has to make her own tweaks to her schedule but it's not as massive as mr. go go go. after all, she gets her oscar nom but she's against some heavy hitters, when warner bros and baz and austin and everyone talk about the award press junket she kind of just says whatever happens happens.

for arguments sake she ties with stephanie hsu because i do whatever the hell i want in this. and i want austin to say that stupid line i envisioned him saying drunk.

the funny thing is though, austin's been in new york city before and she's been anaheim before but never being shown around by someone who calls or called those places home.

consider! he shows her his old elementary, she does the same. he drags her to all the places his mom would take him and she walks him to the theater stages she grew up with. her stomping ground of wanting to be in theater and acting since she was small. his stomping ground of wanting to be an actor once sports failed and he realized that it's weirdly the shy ones who do great work on film.

her trip to disneyland is one where they both keep getting stopped and the pictures except for the pap ones stay confined to small twitter circles and maybe tumblr. no annoying articles about him taking his baby of a girlfriend to disney.

she doesn't know who is more thankful about it, him or her.

when she meets his dad she can't help but blurt out about his facial hair and austin in that moment makes sure he grows it out for bikeriders because of it. just to see her reaction to his own.

his dad laughs and reminds austin that he's got to keep you because she fits right in. dove rides the high of that praise for weeks after. same thing goes for when she meets his sister and gets called her favorite one.

"of course she's your favorite, you don't have another." "shut up daddy, let her speak." "she's the only one i've called my sister, austin."

if it happens before the press tour is over that was supposed to be a hint. if it happens after, she's just being honest and truthful because dove is the only girlfriend he's ever married.

as for when austin meets dove's mom? and to a lesser extent her managers/agents who act like her dad? austin is scared shitless.

it's understandable though because all three of them read that boy for filth and threaten bodily harm if she ever come home or come to them as sad as she was after australia. he swears on his life she won't ever be like that and after that, well he gets dragged to The Diner she enjoys going to with her mom and her managers. and it's a sweet lunch/dinner.

also they have the elvis cat. who was the first pet they ever get even though austin wanted a dog first.

the two dogs come post getting their own house together and during austin's and dove's month break after the oscars to just breathe.

well one of them does. it's a little golden retriever that if they're not around to take care of she goes to stay with austin's dad. her name is jolene.

the second dog only happens post their first baby and that one is a female husky named jenna.

#austin butler x priscilla actress reader #little dove series #dove series #you read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue #( dare i add the tag. )#austin butler #austin butler x reader #( oops my hand slipped? )#ally writes #spoilers: this is queued.

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eddiemunsonw · 1 year ago

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Hopelessly Devoted To You

Steddie drabble :)

Summary: Steve sings his heart out, breaking Eddie's in the process

CW/Disclaimer: Slight angst, mainly because Eddie jumps to conclusions, but it ends with fluff <3

Author's note: Love my clueless boy

Words: 1772

Karaoke Night. Whoever’s idea that was deserved many things, varying from a kiss to a punch because of what it was doing to Eddie currently. Or rather, what Steve was doing to him. Of course the fucker had picked something that would make his heartrate go alarmingly high and his pants uncomfortably tight. Most of all though, he was hurting by the way Steve sang it. His voice was good. Just the perfect kind of soft, warm and laced with emotion which seemed to have built up for a while. Who would have thought tonight would end with Eddie crumbling apart watching Steve sing “Hopelessly Devoted To You”? He sure as fuck didn’t. Eddie watched as Steve’s eyebrows knit together, his hand clutching the microphone just a little tighter and he allowed himself to wonder briefly who he could be singing about. Imagined Steve was singing about him, just to crush his own dreams when the realization kicked in that Steve would never, ever sing such a heartfelt song about him. Not Steve. Not ever.

Eddie’s grip on his knees was straining as he watched him. Seeing him getting lost in his own feelings like that, he felt like an idiot for thinking he ever stood a chance. He could see how Nancy was looking at him. Of course it was her. The one that got away, the one that broke his heart and still carried it around to this day. While Eddie didn’t think Nancy was exactly right for him, he understood why Steve fell for her. She was caring, sweet, and strong. Pretty too. His eyes felt a bit watery near the end but he blamed it on the smoke machine that Argyle had brought along. Steve deserved someone who cared as much for him as he did about them. The person he was singing about. If it wasn’t Nancy, then… He shuddered. He didn’t even want to think about a new person stealing his heart. Fuck. What if it was a guy? Ever since he learned that Steve swung both ways, it had given him more despair than anything else. A second of euphoria, then the realization that he may be a guy but he was still nowhere near Steve’s… He was no match for all the pretty guys out there. Steve would probably get swept up by some type of golden retriever surfer guy who also happened to be romantic or something. Fuck.

Steve sat down next to him, his leg bumping into his, his hand momentarily resting on his knee when he adjusted himself. His hand lingering for… no good reason at all. It drove Eddie mad. He also missed it when it was gone. Eddie relished in the slightest pressure that his knee gave against his own and even indulged by slightly pressing his own too under the guise of a manspread. Steve didn’t seem to mind. Christ, he was pathetic.

“Steve? Can you show me where the snacks are?” Nancy interrupted his thoughts instantly and he cursed her as Steve leaned away from him to angle his body towards Nancy. He glanced down at Steve’s feet, angled in her direction. It was stupid, he knew it didn’t make sense. It was only natural that your feet pointed in the direction of the person you were talking to. It didn’t have to mean anyth—

“They’re in the left cabinet of the—”

“Steve. Show me, please?”

Now what the fuck was up with that? Steve mumbled a soft “Oh,” before getting up and joining Nancy in the kitchen. Which was way too far away and behind a wall meaning Eddie had no way to see what was happening over there. Unless…

“Gonna direct my juices towards the sewers.” He announced to no one in particular.

Robin cringed. “Why’d you have to say it like that?”

“Gonna send them on a journey amongst feces and yellow waters? Better?”

“Just go take the piss, dude, Jesus.”

Eddie snorted and headed for the hallway, halting once he found a spot to lurk from. Christ. What was he doing? He could see Nancy was looking up at him with big eyes, she almost looked concerned. Eddie pierced his ears and tried his best to eavesdrop.

“... that song I just sang? It was… about you.”

Fuck. Fuck shit fuck FUCK. It took all of his restraint not to bang the wall with his fist. He hated being right. Downright hated it.

“Steve…”

Nope, nope. He was going to take a piss and then fuck off. He could claim he wasn’t feeling well, whatever. There was no way he was staying.

His hands were shaking still when he left the bathroom and when he spotted them hugging, still in the same fucking spot, from the corner of his eye he’d had enough. He wasn’t going to wait politely for them to get back to the living room either. He was just gonna get his jacket and—

“Jesus, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost, Eddie,” Robin remarked as he pulled his jacket from a chair. Then, in a more serious tone: “Are you alright?”

Eddie shook his head. “Not feeling too great Buckley. I blame that weird lookin’ pepperoni slice on my pizza earlier.”

“Don’t insult the Abraham Lincoln pepperoni like that.”

“Still no clue how you saw that in it. Anyway, I’m out. Have a good one.”

“Don’t forget to say goodbye to Steve!” she called after him. “And Nancy!”

“Already did,” he lied before he headed through the door. He could always pretend he was feeling so light in the head he had dreamt the encounter. The gravel crunched under his Reeboks as he crossed the path towards his van and he only realized he was crying when his vision got blurry when there was no reason for it.

“Munson! Eddie! Wait up!”

Fucking hell. Not now. Still. Who could say no to an angel, right? He stopped in his tracks and quickly wiped some tears away as quickly as he could without looking suspicious before he turned around.

“Harrington. Sorry dude, didn’t mean to leave so quickly but,” he gestured at his stomach, “out of my control.”

“You didn’t say goodbye,” Steve, ever the sentimental guy. Looked almost upset by it. Probably the beer intake. “You need a ride?”

“You’ve been drinking a lot more than me, sweetheart.” Fuck.

Steve’s cheeks turned pink, but Eddie didn’t exactly notice. He was too busy staring at his hands after his slip up.

“Uhm… maybe. But. Uhm. I don’t know, I could come with you? Make sure you’re alright?”

“I wouldn’t want to keep you away from your people.” From Nancy.

“O-Or you could stay? My room is soundproof so you won’t be disturbed or anything and that way I can check in on you or you could—”

“Steve.” Eddie couldn’t handle his kindness. Not now. “I’m fine.”

“You’re clearly not fine. What’s going on that got you in literal,” Steve gestured wilder than he meant to, “tears? That’s not fine.”

“Hay fever, whatever, I don’t fucking know, man. I just know I gotta… go.”

“Eddie. Talk to me man, c’mon. Robin said you looked like shit all of a sudden.”

Eddie sighed loudly, covered his face with his hands and groaned exasperatedly. Whatever, right? He couldn’t possibly continue to hang out with them anyway if Steve got back together with Nancy. It would fucking break him so why the fuck not. Honesty it was.

“It’s really fucking stupid, Steve.”

“It’s not stupid, Eddie. I promise.”

A hand on his shoulder. Christ this man was gonna kill him one way or another, wasn’t he?

“The song you sang. I heard you say—”

“Oh, fuck. You heard that?” Steve suddenly sounded nervous. Christ, as if he wasn’t obvious. Everyone probably knew about his never ending love for her.

“I did. And it’s fine. I just can’t, uhm. I like you, y’know, it’s just—”

“Not like that. Yup, yeah. Got it. Alright. Thought as much, I mean I’m not cool or anything so—”

Eddie held up his hand and pinched his brows together.

“Hold up. What?”

“What?” Steve asked in return.

“I’m saying you told Nancy you sang about her and that it broke me a little because I have a stupid crush on you. What the hell are you saying? What do you mean you’re not cool? Huh?”

“You— What?” Steve laughed nervously. “Wow I uhm. Shit. Hah. Uhm, no I… Nancy? No. I was talking about you when I said that to her, man.”

“You literally said ‘That song I just sang? It was about you.’, how was that about me?”

“No, I was discussing a hypothetical way of telling you. Nancy pulled me apart to tell me I should let you know. Because apparently it was so obvious it was hard to watch. So I said that I couldn’t just say… and I guess that’s where you picked up the rest. You have a crush on me?”

Eddie blushed furiously and waved his words away with his hand.

“You’re hopelessly devoted to me?”

Steve looked away as a chuckle escaped him.

“Jesus Eddie, it sounds so cringy when you put it like that.”

“Just quoting you here, man. Besides… I think it was fucking beautiful, what you did back there. Like, I had tears in my fucking eyes because I wanted to beat up whoever made you feel this way.”

They gazed at each other for a moment, letting Eddie’s words dance around them, hopeful, eager to land in each of their brains as a promise.

“Well, good luck at beating yourself up then,” Steve muttered, his eyes avoiding him as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink.

“I told myself you deserve someone who cared about you as much as you cared about that person. But since apparently I— Would you… maybe, uhm.” Eddie was lost for words. Eddie, who always had something to say and then some, was lost for words.

“Yes.” Steve nodded for emphasis, took one step closer and enclosed his arms around Eddie’s waist. “Yes.”

“Oh…,” Eddie swallowed, “o-okay. Good. ‘Cause I got a lot of it, y’know. Care and stuff.”

“Yeah? How about you prove it?”

Eddie looked at him, swallowing as he tried to process what Steve was asking him to do.

“H-How do I…”

Steve’s lips were on his first. Sealing his answer between them as his fingers drummed a gentle melody on Eddie’s back. It didn’t take a genius, but a guy who knew his music, to recognize the rhythm of the song that brought them here. Hopelessly Devoted To You.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic

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sabraeal · 1 year ago

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Sic Semper Monstrum, Chapter 9

[Read on AO3]

Written for @sepalina's birthday, who deliberated for two days only to suddenly remember, oh yes right she has a favorite fic 🤣

That Seiran chick might have a princess’s pedigree around here, but there’s nothing dainty about the way she grips the metal bar at the end of each of their cots, twisting her wrists like she’s picturing flesh and bone rather than steel.

“You two have to be the biggest boneheads I have ever seen stuffed into a drive suit.” Her fingers clench, and Obi could swear the mental dints. “A bare knuckle brawl in the dome? At a time like this? Are you two insane?”

“Ah, well…” The Big Guy may have looked tough when Obi took him to the mats, a more solid anti-kaiju wall than anything the PDPC could toss into the Pacific, but he cringes just like any other mortal would when Kiki Seiran looms over him, all her disappointment honed to a point. “It wasn’t really a brawl. Just a…regulated spar, like usual—“

“Usual?” Her arms fold the way steel does into rebar, and oh, the princess is not amused. “Obi’s more bruise than bone.”

“Aw, Princess,” he croons, trying not to wince from the effort. “If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy.”

Her spine straightens, giving her all the extra inches she needs to give that glare of hers momentum, hitting him like a body off the Golden Gate hits the bay. “I can see the other guy. You’re both in the same infirmary, because you’re the same amount of stupid.”

“Actually, I’ve been wondering about the logic on that one.” He tilts his head, trying to go for that doleful dog stare that does wonders on sweet little nurses with hearts of gold. Too bad he’s got Yuzuri, who only wrenches his head back to the side, holding him still enough to swab when the skin’s split over his cheekbone. “Is this our— yikes, careful there, Florence— get along shirt or something? Two guys take some swings and you hope sticking us in a bottle sorts it out?”

“No,” she deadpans, taking a pen light out from the pocket of her scrubs. “I’m trying to quarantine the idiocy. You better be careful, Major” —she casts a long glance princess-side— “it might be catching.”

That regal mouth twitches, somewhere in the realm of amused. “Too late for me. No one ends up in a drive suit unless they’re born with it.”

“Ha, that’s for sure.” A light sears across his line of sight, leaving constellations in its wake. “As for you two, I didn’t see the point in sending you to your corners when you’re so friendly. Saves me space, and you can treat tonight like a sleepover. Braid each other’s hair and talk about cute boys.”

“Er…” How a big man like that can go through basic and still blush as easy as a school girl, Obi will never know, but it’s funny as hell. “I don’t really have opinions on cute boys…”

“Don’t worry, Big Guy,” he grunts, snuggling his shoulders into the pillows at his back. “I’ve got enough for both of us.”

That gets him a real side-eye from GI Joe, one that only ends when he swings those golden retriever eyes onto the real authority in this room. “Is there any way I get to go back to my bunk tonight?”

“Sorry, Major.” No matter what she says, Yuzuri’s shrug doesn’t give a single hint of regret. “Gotta keep you both on observation. SOP for rangers with head injuries. Last thing we need is for you guys to hare off and play hero just because you heard the dinner bell.”

He grimaces, all perfect teeth in a perfect face. Pity this guy fell into the military before someone could get him a magazine cover. Obi would have loved to hang that pin-up over his bunk. “Ah, right. That…makes sense.”

Of course it did. They might all be kaiju-fodder in the end, but they were the expensive, top shelf shit. The kind the PDPC wanted to stretch out as long as possible, not waste on some idiot who went into the drift concussed and had his brain melt right out his ears for the effort. Obi half surprised they haven’t been shoved into an MRI just to make sure.

“Aww, but you don’t really want to leave, do you, bestie? Not when we’re gonna have so much fun.” The target of his grin shifts from bed to bedside. “What do you think, Yuzuri? Think we could borrow some ManGo For It or Red Hot Rio?”

“I dunno,” she deadpans, not even looking up from her notes. “I think he’s more of Rosy Future guy.”

“Really? Still running your mouth?” Her Highness tosses her head, more pony than princess. “Did you not get beat bad enough?”

“What, this little mosquito bite?” Obi gives his jaw a good clench and turn, displaying his medal of honor at its best angle. Hurts like a bitch, but it’s worth it to see even Princess get squeamish. “Lucky shot. I got three hits for his one.”

Her mouth does that thing it does, that twitch, the one he’s starting to figure out is a laugh. “Yeah, and that’s all he needed to make you crumple like a tin can.”

“I already said I felt bad about that,” Big Guy grumbles, all folded in on himself like a teddy bear longing for a good squeeze. “I wasn’t trying to…well…”

“It’s okay, Superman, we all know you’re living in a world of cardboard.” Obi leans over, giving one of those meaty shoulders a good pat. Probably feels like a whisper to a man that stacked. “How can I blame you, when you were only defending milady’s honor—?”

Her weight shifts, no longer balanced parade-style between their cots, but sitting back in her hips, displeasure heavily implied. That man-sized mountain straightens so much it Obi can practically feel the plate tectonics beneath his palm.

“I was not!” Big puppy eyes swing right around to the ticking time bomb at the end of their beds. “I would never do that!”

One elegant eyebrow arches, and ah, now he can see why half the PDPC pisses itself when she punches the bag right off its chain. Most of the rangers the Academy rolls out are brawlers, the kind of guys that get in between a kaiju’s punch and the Pacific coastline, but this girl— her power’s in the application of force, the art of finessing a blow to where the bones can’t bear it. Can’t get into a brawl with a fighter like that and expect an old fashioned beatdown, oh no— when princess steps on the mats, she doesn’t fight, she dismantles.

Ha, and by the way she chucks her chin, all challenge, she knows it.

Now how about that. It’s a whisper in his ear, a hum across the million and one electric impulses in his brain, dangerous and fond. Remind you of anyone you know?

Knew, maybe. Bright blue smears over stark white when he closes his eyes; suits that stood out, even among halls that housed living legends. Eye-catching, the higher ups had called it, but it caught all the wrong eyes when it came to Sonisay. They all learned, of course; even now he hears the sickening crack of bone, sees the sweep of dark hair as she steps out of her spin—

Not just that. That laugh jangles his nerves, too close to his own and yet infinitely different, inimitable. Not just her.

There’s a boy too, too small, too skinny, too…not enough. Might as well be a shadow for how closely he clings to that same dance, to those same stances. Might as well be a monster for how easily the bones crack under his heels too, no remorse, no regrets—

A boy that shouldn’t exist. A boy that no longer does. Obi closes his eyes.

You can’t look away forever. Too many voices to count on that one. Watch me, only his reply.

“Let me make something clear.” Big Guy’s grunt grounds him, dragging him right back down to his bed, to the finger waggling at him. “Kiki doesn’t need me to fight her fights for her. If she wants to kick someone’s ass, she can make her own bodies.”

Ah, great. Got back just in time to witnessing Bloodbath Barbie over there desire Big Guy carnally. Not that he notices; oh no, the Jolly Marine Giant only has eyes for him, serious as a heart attack. Makes him want to mention that these rickety little med cots can’t handle two ranger pilots going at it, let alone three, but of course Yuzuri’s gotta make it a rain out.

“All right, all right, visiting hours are over,” she sighs, and oh, by Princess’s look, this is the first time someone’s tried to shoo Kiki Seiran out of anywhere. “These boys need some rest, not an audience. Just gonna rile ‘em up.”

This guy benches almost twice Obi’s weight, a monster of a man, but the second Yuzuri aims that scold his way, he’s all puppy. “But I wouldn’t—”

“You might behave, but he won’t.” She jerks a thumb back where Obi lounges, pointed. “And if he doesn’t want to play nice, he’ll find some way to drag you along with him.”

Sounds about right, hums a nuisance that has no right to throw stones. Not at this particular glass house, at least.

“Me?” Obi a presses a hand to his chest; harder to see it tremble that way. “Why, I was only going to take a small snooze. A cat nap, really. How could I—?”

“No sleeping!” Yuzuri glares at him, incredulous. “Didn’t I just say you could have a concussion?”

“Aww, come on,” he sighs, hooking his hands behind his head. “First no fighting, now no napping? What else are we supposed to get up to in here?”

Princess hangs in the gap of their curtain coverage, and oh, she may not smile, but that’s one masterclass of a grin. “Strenuous activity.”

“Kiki—!”

“None of that either!” With an officious wave of her hands, Yuzuri succeeds in doing what PDPC has failed to do for years: tell Kiki Seiran where to go. “Now, get. These two don’t need a bad influence.”

“Aww, c’mon, Flo! That’s no reason to shoo Princess out,” Obi whines now that his entertainment has sashayed right out of his evening. “I’m an even worse influence, so—”

“You don’t need to tell me,” she sniffs. “Now give it a rest. Or else I’ll call Shirayuki down here, and she can read you the riot act.”

There’s a time he might have laughed. Might even have let one shoulder and a wry eyebrow do the heavy lifting as he said, I’m sure the Good Doctor has better things to do with her time than worry about little old me.

But a week ago he woke up in one of these cots soaked in his own sweat, ears still ringing from a klaxon that never rang. At least, not in this dome, not that day; his stomach churning from the heady brew of trauma and military grade sedatives. He’d turned, half convinced he’d see either six bodies or and empty room, and instead—

It was her. Tiny ponytail and all, clumps of it making a bid for freedom from that poor excuse of an elastic. A borrowed one, all stretched out from trying to contain the fallout from Yuzuri’s nuclear-level event that she calls her hair, but it’s serviceable. Enough to bridge the gap between now and whenever Doc finally decides whether she’s gonna bite the bullet and grow it out again, or just chop the whole thing off.

That’s not the sort of stuff he knows about people. Not the sort of stuff he ever gets close enough to find out. But she was sitting right there, head tipped off the back of that chair, breath trembling the little flyaways splayed over her lips, and—

“Fine,” he sighs, settling back into his pillows. “I’ll play nice.”

Yuzuri snorts. “I won’t hold my breath.”

It’s when Big Guy lumbers out of their cozy little curtained love cave to go take a piss— or a shit; Obi might be nosy, but even he’s got his limits— that Yuzuri swoops back to his bedside, using his vitals as an excuse to say, “What the hell were you thinking anyway?”

None of her business. There’s a gruffness to that, a texture that implying barbed wire fencing with the prickly bits facing inside. Embarrassment, the kind a boy at the cusp of manhood couldn’t bear with any grace. Not that he had done all that well with other emotions either.

Could never bear being anything but the hero. A taunt, a snipe across the mess hall’s tables. Even in his head those two would never get along.

You can just admit it. Sonisay speaks the way silk would sting, if it could, a smooth stab with no mess left behind. A sliver beneath the fingernail, only noticed when it slips deeper. It’s not as if you were thinking of anything sexual.

Sure. There’s no need for the smile-like stretch over his synapses, too smug. But not from lack of trying.

He appreciates the honesty is the best policy shtick, especially from the girl who always spoke out both sides of her mouth as easy a breathing, but Obi settles on a nice neutral, “What?” instead.

Might earn him the sort of look that begs the question of just what is rattling around between his ears, but it’s better than having to explain that when he closes his eyes he sees red. Not spread out across his pillow or tangled in his fingers, but caught up in plain little hairpins, already slipping free.

“Are you kidding me?” Her gaze darts over the the empty bed beside his, pointed. Oh, so that’s what she’s asking about. “Did you somehow miss how big that man is? He could fit two of you between his shoulders!”

“Aww, Flo, he’s harmless.” Pain shoots up his cheek when he tries to grin, settling somewhere near his temple. Damn, that’s gonna put a real crimp in his game. “Big Guy’s a gentle giant.”

She stares at him. “Half your face is a bruise.”

Obi hasn’t had the pleasure of seeing himself in the mirror lately, but by the way one half of his face feels heavy enough to make him lean like a tower in Pisa, he doubts that’s an exaggeration. “He didn’t mean it though.”

“Doesn’t really make a difference to your capillaries whether he meant it or not.” One finger of hers brushes an eyebrow— yowch— and she scowls. “They’re broken all to shit anyway. God, you’re gonna be lucky if that smile of yours isn’t permanently lopsided from this.”

Already was, but she didn’t ask for his medical history. “I’ll be roguish.”

“You’ll be in PT, that’s what you’ll be.” She pulls back with a cluck of her tongue. “Lucky as hell that he didn’t break your orbital. Ugh, or your nose. That would have been a bitch to set. And your cheekbones—”

A cough, timid for how deep it is, rustles outside the curtain. “Sorry,” Big Guy starts, all doleful hound dog eyes as Yuzuri pulls them back. “I didn’t want to, er, eavesdrop, but…”

He’s smarter than to say, but you told us not to leave. Not to someone like Yuzuri, who’s already ruby red from the collar of her scrubs to her headband, ready to crack out of her shell like a crab left too long in the pot.

“You…I…” She slides out right around him, never once turning her back. “G-go. Lay down. Or something! Ugh!”

Big Guy blinks once at her back before swinging those hound eyes back to him. “Is she—?”

“Embarrassed,” he agrees. Yuzuri’s always happy to share her opinions, up until she get caught. “Big time. She’ll recover. But until then it’ll be your fault.”

“Oh…” He winces, though Obi can hardly tell if it’s from the thought of Yuzuri’s ill-wishes, or the kick he landed on his hip, making what should be an easy walk a bit of a hobble. “I am sorry about that, you know.”

That lantern jaw juts itself toward him, or more specifically, the shiner painted up one side. “This old thing? Don’t worry about it. Got worse from a mosquito.”

If Big Guy is impressed with his bravado, he’s got a funny way of showing it, looking all hangdog like that. “I just…I didn’t really mean to…”

Fuck you up is what the big guy can’t bring himself to say. It’s probably rude to tell him, I’ve had worse.

“No hard feelings, Major.” It’s half a laugh, half a groan as he hauls himself up his pillows, every muscle aching. “I did tell you not to go easy on me.”

A grimace is what he gets in reply, and a pained, “Still…”

The you didn’t know what you were getting into hangs in the air, heavy with implication. Like maybe he’s never fought a guy above his weight class. Like he’s never stood in front of a boy a third again his age, watching his knuckles crack beneath the cloth of his binds.

More like he doesn’t know how much he can mean it, a grim mouth huffs humorlessly. He will though. Give him a few months.

“Didn’t really expect you to try to kill me, though.” For a moment, he’s not quite sure who he’s talking to. He rubs at his jaw, pain scintillating beneath his palm, and, haah, yeah, he knows what fist laid a kiss on this cheek alright. “Damn, no wonder kaiju don’t walk away from you.”

“I wasn’t try to…” It’s funny watching a mountain hunch like that, shoulders riding up again his ears making him a whole range instead a single peak. “With someone who moves like you, there’s only two sure ways to win. I went with the one that relied on power. Wasn’t going to land many hits on you but had to make the ones I did count.”

“And then did too good a job.” That’s the thing with having a body that shares more in common with a jaeger’s chassis than human flesh; the fall back option is to just do everything more and harder. Obi had met more than a few men like that in his time, but none of them so friendly. “I gotta admit though, Big Guy, you got me curious. What’s the other way?”

Big lungs heave big sighs, and oh, this one feels like it could take a few trees with it before he settles back against the headboard. “Tire you out. Quick guys typically don’t have a lot of stamina when things drag on, so—”

“All right, all right, don’t let the ladies hear that one.” Or most of the men while he’s at it, even if Obi’s personal tastes tend more toward the techs tending the tin cans than the bodies they throw in them. “Don’t want anyone to get the idea that I can’t keep up off the mat either.”

That won’t be much of a problem. It’s rare to hear advice from that corner of his mind, but Buma’s habit always was to watch first and speak too late. Not with all the training you’ve done outside—

That’s Need To Know only. Obi casts a long glance over where giant feet nearly hang off the mattress. And I don’t think the Major needs to know.

“Anyways,” he huffs, the sort of quiet career boys get when they’re shy. “Sorry.”

“Aw, c’mon, Big Guy. I asked you to bring me a fight and you did! I’m hardly gonna blame you for that.” He turns his head, grinning at him across the poor excuse for a bedside table. “Besides, now I know what it’s like.”

Those puppy eyes blink, too innocent for a guy who could break him in half by breathing. “Hm? Do you mean—?”

His eyebrows lift —well, one of them tries to— enticingly. The wince probably doesn’t do him any favors. “Kissing your girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend.”

Oh, it’s a real treat to see a lantern jaw drop so hard it nearly shatters. Too bad Princess isn’t here to enjoy it. “What?”

“You know…” His fingers weave through some hazy dips and lazy dives. “I can see what was good between you and High Highness, or whatever. The way you’d could compensate for each other in the drift. But you and me” — his hand flicks between them— “we don’t fit.”

“Oh.” It’s a pleasure to watch his mouth wrap around that noise, to see him really wrangle with the meat of what his meaning. “Yeah. I get it. I think.”

“I mean, for one thing,” Obi says, so casual. “We’re both bottoms.”

“Come again?”

“Kidding, kidding.” Kind of, Sonisay hums, and oh, he could swear he feels that forked tongue flickering where she coils in his mind. I doubt he’d complain if that blonde woman took it into her head to—

Hey. Maybe if he had a mirror, he could give himself a warning look, the kind Doc was always giving him right before he took a joke too far. But instead he had to settle for just thinking louder, like trying to shout over a crowded bar. I still gotta talk to this guy with a straight face for the next twenty-four hours.

Sounds like, that too-familiar voice hums, a real personal problem.

It’s too bad Major Do-Right over there can’t hear the speculation of the peanut gallery; then he might no be so quick to let relief bring those shoulders relax, to settle back into those pillows with a sigh that speaks of a light conscience. What did Yuzuri say? If Obi doesn’t want to behave, he’ll drag you down with him…?

Well, he hates to disappoint.

“Or am I?” The cot nearly cracks down the middle from how fast the Big Guy turns on it, sputtering. Obi just tosses him a wink. “Don’t worry, Big Guy. I’m not the kind of girl who likes to kiss and tell.”

For all that their lovely nurse devotedly frets over the potential stupors they could slip into with even the slightest bit of shut eye, or sometimes even something like getting up too fast or breathing too easy, she’s sure eager to encourage them to piss all by their lonesomes one she’s sure they can make the walk.

“What, this doesn’t get you going?” Obi asks, peeking around the door. “I hear some people really get into—”

“I hear some people really don’t get jello at dinner,” she replies, shoving him bodily through the crack. “Wanna see if you’re one of them?”

“What if the stream’s too strong and I get vertigo?” He winces, hearing all those words echo in so small a space, but it’s worth it for the noise she makes outside the door. “What if I crack my head on the floor and get a double concussion?”

“Then at least you’ll be quiet.”

There’s a slam— a door. Not this one, the particle board so paper thin Big Guy could probably sneeze it off its hinges; but the heavier infirmary door, one meant to withstand a mortar shell, maybe even nuclear blast— but Obi doesn’t bother to bite back his grin. Maybe if he’s lucky, she’s run into Suzu on the way to the commissary and give him a full run down of all the ways she could make Obi’s death look like an accident. Some real romantic talk to keep a nerd warm at night.

With shake and a wriggle— how Big Guy managed to move around in here when his elbows keep cracking into the tile, Obi’ll never know— he wraps up his business, sauntering straight out onto the infirmary floor. With no kaiju to keep the place hopping, it’s dark, the only light coming from the lamp angled over Yuzuri’s desk, and from behind their ring of curtains. A nice way to find his way back; or at least it would be if he didn’t already count two shadows there: one hitched up on the bed, shoulder big enough to overflow the outline of the pillows, and the other—

The other’s standing, tall enough to make Big Guy seem normal sized, and radiating authority the same way the sirens do danger.

Ah, fuck. It’s the Marshal. Hide, a cacophony of whispers hiss, which— he’d love to, if there was a single goddamn place to do it.

“I take it this isn’t a social call.” Big Guy doesn’t have a deep voice, not the way the circumference of his chest would suggest, but he’s pitched it low now. Still too much to be contained by a curtain, though.

The Marshal cocks his head, wry. “Would you believe me if I said, ‘yes?’”

There’s a hesitation, a huff that might be something like humor. “No.”

“Then let’s not waste time pretending.” It might be a trick of the acoustics in this room, a little reverb on that tinny echo, but Obi could swear His Majesty sounds amused. “I’ve heard you’ve quite the rapport with our new ranger.”

Oh, hell. As if this isn’t the cherry on top of his shit sundae: not only is he stuck, standing right out in the open as the top brass talks Top Secret, he’s the topic they’re having tea over.

“News travels fast.”

“Danger of living in one of these little warrens.” The Marshal shrugs. “Rats like to chatter.”

Air hisses between Big Guy’s teeth, the way it did right before he threw his haymaker. “Not a lot of people eager to be on the wrong side of the mat from him. Not after the way he and Zen went at it the last time.”

“So you…what?” It’s uncanny how even the Marshal can make his voice; no inflection, no judgment, no answers. “Thought you’d help him keep his edge?”

“He asked.” There’s a rustle, a creak, and even though he can’t see it, he knows mountains are moving to make that shrug. “Not like I’ve got much to be afraid of.”

If one half of his face didn’t feel as ginger as the oldest wicker chair on some grandma’s patio, Obi might take some offense to that. That’s what you get for being so scrawny, a gruff voice scrapes over his ear, everyone underestimates you.

That, hums another, too pleased, is kind of the point.

“Good.” There’s something final in the way the Marshal says it, less like an observation, and more like an assessment. A test passed with much anticipated flying colors. “Keep doing that.”

Obi could cut the consternation in this room with a knife. “Excuse me, sir?”

“Was I not clear?” His Majesty’s tone conveys his confidence that he was. Maybe even too much so. “I’d like you to pursue this…relationship with our new colleague. Foster this tentative trust you have managed to build.”

Ha. Obi’s heart stutter hard enough— loud enough— that even the peanut gallery keeps their opinions to themselves. He should have known something like this would happen; sure, all the paperwork calls Hachimaru a failure, one that should have never flopped its way out of dry dock, but to someone like Izana Wisteria, well—

He’s got a reputation for ruthlessness for a reason. Enough of one that it escaped containment, slipping past the PDPC’s iron curtain of silence to spread around the streets of Sitka. Buildin’ a wall to keep the monsters out, one of the wallmen had chuckled over his pint, but no matter how high we do it, that one will still be in here.

Obi might have called that unfair, once. Sure, His Majesty wasn’t exactly a friendly guy, at least not with the rank and file, though there were magazines enough that showed him being chummy with the higher ups, but, well— pedigree might have put him in a pod, but it wouldn’t have pulled him a position so high above it. No, that only went to the corps' top minds, the ones who knew what it took out there to take your lumps and drag your metal coffin home. The ones who understood what they were asking when they dumped two men out into the Pacific and asked them to stop a natural disaster or die trying.

But if that guy is gonna meddle in his business like this, well, maybe once they finish building that wall, they can dump him over it. Lets the monsters sort it out between themselves. Knowing the Marshal, he’d still find a way to come out on—

“No.”

“No?” The way the Marshal wraps his mouth around the word sends shivers up his arms.

“I can’t do that. I mean, I won’t.” Big Guy snorts, like there’s a stench in the air he can’t quite get rid of. “I’d do a lot for you, sir, I would. Take a bullet. Die for the cause. But I’m not going to…to manipulate that man back into a jaeger for you. Not like this.”

A breath catches in Obi’s throat, nearly choking him. Big Guy’s got a heart of gold, but he can’t possibly be stupid enough to— to—

“Well well.” To his utter surprise, the Marshal laughs. “Good thing that’s not what I’m asking.”

Big Guy grunts. “Isn’t it?”

“If you couldn’t manage to convince my brother into the cockpit, I doubt you’ll have much luck with a man you barely know.” For how casually it’s said, there’s a bite to it, each word honed to sting. “I only meant that he’s not responding to the typically recommended course of therapy.”

Right. Because after that one session with Doc post-drift, all his peanut gallery clamoring to have their turn now that cat had clawed its way out of the bag, he hadn’t been able to drag himself back. And with all the dinners and hallway-run ins they’ve had since, Doc didn’t seem eager to sit him back down on her couch any time soon either.

“But he seems responsive to you, Major Lowen.” Or at least responsive to getting his shit kicked in, whatever that said about him. “Rangers are typically taciturn about their issues. I thought this route might be worth encouraging, since he seems amenable. Sometimes it’s easier for military men to discuss their problems with someone who has gone through the same ones. Especially” —Obi doesn’t need to see his smirk to know it’s there— “if they’re with the same person.”

Obi might not have stuck around under his dome once the dust settled, but he knew all about guys like Lowen. The regulation haircut, the closet full of BDUs, the fondness for field rations and boiled chicken— just a thin veneer of muscle and bravado over a reflex to ‘sir, yes, sir’ his way out of any problem more complex than picking which socks to put on in the morning. He might have stuck his neck out for something that twinged the weather vane that was his moral compass, but now that someone with stars and bars has explained to him that black is white, he’ll—

“That all?” Big Guy’s too nice to spit out the “sir?” but that little hitch before it, that small hesitation— well, sky writing would have been more subtle.

“Yes.” There’s no tone to that one either, no flavor. Just the implacable bite of subzero. “Unless, of course, there’s something you’d like to discuss?”

There shouldn’t be, his tone conveys, clear enough it could be heard in the hangar. Obi could swear he hears Big Guy’s teeth grind from here.

There’s a long stretch of silence, the kind that makes his skin itch.

“Just one thing, actually. Sir.” The bed creaks, and his shadow shifts, pulling straight. “Been noticing there’s a lot of hopefuls hanging around the past few months. Thought they might be clearing out now that all this business with Tyrannis is done.”

The Marshal hums, distant. “There’s hardly any rush, Major. A few sets of extra hands is always welcome.”

“Even when they don’t come with their own ride?”

For once, His Majesty hesitates. “Even then.”

“Even” —Big Guy almost savors his next words— “if they’re Hisame Lugis?”

“Dangerous times makes strange bedfellows.” The Marshal laughs, sour. “Especially ones like Hisame Lugis. Now if you don’t mind” — the curtain pulls aside— “I think our friend might like to use his bed. Isn't that right, Major?”

Ha, a voice tingles in his ear, busted.

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #pacific rim au #my fic #ans #there is something about this arc in this fic where i keep thinking i'll never have enough words #and then I get there and I have to move like at least one or two major scenes to another chapter #and POV!#but this one was less of a surprised because all of the peanut gallery was added in on the second draft #which changed a LOT of Obi's narration #and made him more introspective than I usually keep him #I think next chap is a Shirayuki chap #and is possibly more shippy. BUT WE WILL SEE

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