#obsessed with characters who would shoot me on sight

[reallysleepymermaid]

He is, in fact, everything to me

[dorabellingham]

Little midfielder

warning: none

characters: jude x mom!reader

summary: when your baby wants to practice football but your husband is injured.

may contain spelling and translation errors!

Madrid, Spain — July 4, 2024

Benjamin, just two years old, was already obsessed with football. Every time he saw a ball, his eyes lit up and he started running after it, even though he was still learning to shoot.

Today, with the sun illuminating the yard, he held his mini soccer ball with determination, ready to convince his dad to play with him. Jude was sitting on the couch, with his leg stretched out and still in the process of recovering from his last injury, trying to follow the doctor's recommendations. He knew he needed a little more patience, but when Benji came running with the ball, his curls bouncing and an irresistible smile on his face, he felt his heart melt.

—Daddy, play, daddy!

Benji asked, holding the ball in both of his little hands and swinging it in front of his father. Jude looked at his son and, for a second, hesitated. He knew he wasn't ready to return to intense physical activities yet, but it was just a game with his son, right? Nothing else. A smile formed on his face, and he sighed.

—Okay, Ben, let's go. But slowly, huh?

The boy, excited, started jumping, while the man slowly got up. You, who was nearby, gave a warning look.

—Jude... you know the doctor hasn't released it yet, right?

—I know, I know. —He replied, taking the ball from your son's hands and lightly throwing it to the little one. —But it's just a light game, nothing more.

Benji, of course, was over the moon. He chased the ball with all the energy a two-year-old could have, his quick, clumsy steps around the yard were adorable to watch. Jude, even though he was trying to take it easy, ended up kicking the ball back to him with a little more force than he intended. The little boy stumbled as he tried to catch the ball, but soon got up, laughing as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

—Look at that kick! —He joked, pretending to be the game's narrator. —Bellingham father against Bellingham son... and the father is having trouble moving, but the son comes with everything!

You, watching from afar, shook your head, laughing at the way your husband was turning a little joke into a competition. Your baby, all concentrated, made a clumsy kick, and the ball went straight to Jude's feet. He tried to resist the attempt, but the player's instincts took over. He adjusted his foot and gently kicked back. Benjamin ran after the ball, aiming to show his father his skills.

—Look, daddy! I'm just like you!

He spoke with that sweet child's voice, making Bellingham's heart melt even more.

He sent it and bent down a little to be at the baby's height.

—You'll be better than me, little one. But only if mommy doesn't let me play with you too soon!

Benjamin, not understanding the joke, just laughed and continued running. You, on the other hand, crossed your arms and gave Jude a warning look.

—You know you should be resting.

—I know, darling! —He replied, laughing —But how am I going to say no to this little midfielder of ours here?

You sighed, but you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two of them together.

—Just don't get too excited, okay? And, Benji, without hurting daddy, huh?

Benjamin laughed, not really understanding, and continued chasing the ball. But even with the caution Jude was taking, he began to feel a slight pain in his knee, which made him stop and lean lightly on the garden fence. You noticed it right away and went to him, worried.

—See? I knew this would happen.

—I'm fine, babe!

He replied, still trying to keep the smile, even though he was starting to feel more uncomfortable.

Benji, realizing that the game had stopped, ran to his father and, with those curious eyes, asked:

—Does it hurt, daddy?

Jude revealed and messed up his son's curls identical to his, but without a cut.

—A little, but dad will be fine. You played very well, Little Bellingham.

You, helping Jude to sit on the sofa in the garden, looked at the little one and said:

—Now it's time to give daddy a rest, okay, sweetheart? Let's play something else for now.

Benjamin, despite being sad to stop the game, agreed and ran around the yard with the ball again. Jude watched his son, with a mixture of pride and frustration at not yet being 100% recovered.

—He's going to be an ace, right?

He commented to you, who sat next to him.

—He will! —You replied, smiling. —But only if you stop hurting yourself and teach properly.

Jude chuckled.

—Yeah, I'm trying...I just need a little more time.

As you watched his son play, Jude knew he needed to take the recovery process seriously. He wanted to be able to play with your son, train with him without any limitations, but he also knew that this would only be possible if he was patient now. And as stubborn as he was, the smile on his mini copy's face was the perfect reminder of why it was worth waiting and doing things the right way.

[kckt88]

A Heartbeat Between Us VI

Summary:

Things between Y.N and Aemond get tense as her due date approaches.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Fluff, Tension, Petty Disagreements, Frustration, Kissing, Allusion to Sex, Labour, Child Birth.

AEMOND x Y.N

Word Count: 4750

A.N - Took Inspiration from Friends (The one where Rachel is late).

A.N - Most of the story is already written, as I start a new job on Saturday :-)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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As Y.N’s due date approached, the final weeks of her pregnancy were a flurry of last-minute preparations.

She and Aemond made multiple trips to baby stores, ticking off the remaining items on their list: tiny baby clothes, boxes of nappies, and, of course, the pram.

Aemond, for all his intelligence and competence in other areas, found himself stumped by the bloody contraption.

One evening, they stood in the living room as he tried to fold the pram down. Y.N. sat on the sofa, watching him with growing amusement.

"How do you manage this with just a few clicks?" Aemond grumbled, pressing buttons, pulling levers, but the pram remained stubbornly upright.

Y.N. laughed so hard she clutched her belly.

"It’s not that hard. Watch." She stood up and, with a few quick movements, had the pram folded and set aside.

Aemond stared at the pram, then at her, and back at the pram. "You’re mocking me," he muttered, but a small smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing her joy, even at his expense, was worth the mild humiliation.

They also hosted Alicent for dinner one evening and she had practically melted at the sight of the nursery.

The soft, cream and blue décor, the dragon mobile, and the carefully arranged baby furniture brought a wide smile to her face.

“Oh, Aemond,” Alicent said, her eyes bright with pride, “This is perfect. The baby will be so loved here.”

Meanwhile, Aemond had reluctantly resumed his game nights with Aegon, Daeron, and Helaena.

While he loved spending time with his siblings, Aegon’s constant teasing about Y.N. still irritated him to no end.

He was convinced that his brother harboured a playful, if not slightly serious, attraction to her.

The knowing looks Aegon would shoot him during the evenings, paired with the offhanded comments about how lucky Aemond was, drove him mad.

Yet, for Y.N.’s sake, he kept his cool—mostly.

Except for that one incident where he may or may not have accidentally on purpose shoved Aegon's head into the table when Y.N excused herself and went to the bathroom.

At home, Y.N. had taken time off from her job and settled into a comfortable routine as her pregnancy neared its end.

However, as she edged closer to 40 weeks, she grew increasingly frustrated.

"I feel like a balloon about to pop," she grumbled one evening, sprawled on the sofa while Aemond massaged her swollen feet.

Aemond, who was trying to remain calm on the outside but was secretly on pins and needles every day at work, nodded sympathetically.

"It’ll happen when the baby is ready," he said, though inside he was just as eager as she was.

Every time his phone buzzed during meetings, he found himself hoping it was her saying it was time, only to be met with disappointment.

He had taken to keeping his phone on the loudest setting, checking it obsessively, and texting her constantly to make sure she was alright.

Each day that passed without that long-awaited call made him more anxious.

The tension in the penthouse had been unbearable over the last few days. Y.N.’s growing discomfort and frustration with being overdue had turned every small annoyance into a full-blown argument.

Aemond, while trying to be as patient as possible, found himself at a loss. Everything he did seemed to irritate her.

If he tried to comfort her, she snapped. If he gave her space, she complained he was being distant. It was driving him insane, but he knew it wasn’t really her fault.

Their sex life had also dwindled into sparse encounters, because Y.N was getting too uncomfortable and Aemond was worried about hurting the baby, which Y.N took completely the wrong way and became convinced he was disgusted by her and she bawled her eyes out until he took her to bed and devoured her cunt like a starving man.

One night, things came to a head. After yet another disagreement, Y.N. stormed off to the spare room and slammed the door shut, refusing to speak to him for two days.

Aemond, for his part, left her alone, but the silence between them weighed heavily, filling the apartment with a tension that was almost suffocating.

He kept telling himself it was just the stress and hormones, but it didn’t make it any easier.

And neither did Aegon's closeness to Y.N, it would grate on Aemond consistantly, that he would bear the brunt of her frustration but Aegon would get the smiles and the joy when he would sneak her chilli cheese bites from Burger King or Hot Wings from KFC.

Even Daeron was granted her smiles but him nooooo he was only granted the version of her that resembled a man eating beast from those damn movies she liked so much.

Sometimes she would glare at him and Aemond was convinced that she was about to eat him alive.

The tension only grew worse when they attended her final midwife appointment. They sat in the examination room, the air thick with unspoken frustrations.

As they waited for the midwife, Marie, to arrive, Aemond began rhythmically tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair.

Y.N. shot him a glare. “Tell me, Aemond, have you always been this irritating?” she snapped.

Aemond frowned, glancing over at her. "I'm not trying to irritate you."

"Well, I guess you just have a natural talent for it," she retorted, her voice sharp and biting.

Aemond sighed, leaning back in the chair. "You know, the midwife will be here soon. Maybe we shouldn’t speak until then."

Y.N. pulled a face, her irritation flaring even more. "Oh, okay then," she said mockingly.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, the room filled with palpable tension.

But Y.N., too restless to let it go, spoke up again.

"Seriously, Aemond, breathe louder. That’s great," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Aemond clenched his jaw, shooting her a look. "You know, we should probably ask the midwife if she even knows how to deliver a baby that’s half human and half pure evil."

Before Y.N. could respond, the door opened, and Marie entered the room, wearing her usual kind smile.

"Good morning, Marie! How are you?" Y.N. greeted her with a smile that was shockingly pleasant considering the argument she’d just been having.

Aemond shot her a sideways glance, his frustration bubbling over. "Oh, so you’re nice to her," he muttered darkly.

Y.N. rounded on him, her eyes flashing with irritation. "She has the drugs," she hissed through gritted teeth.

Marie, ever professional, pretended not to notice the exchange as she began her checkup.

"Alright, Y.N., let’s have a quick look," she said gently. Y.N. lay back on the examination table, opening her legs as Marie prepared for the exam.

"Eight days late now, huh? You must be getting pretty uncomfortable," Marie commented sympathetically.

Y.N. let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, just a bit," she said, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Aemond scoffed beside her, but said nothing more.

Marie began the examination, then smiled up at them. "Well, you’re 80% effaced, so things are definitely progressing. But it could still take a little while longer," she explained. "If you’re feeling anxious, there are a few ways to help things along."

"Do them" Aemond blurted out, leaning forward.

The stress of the last few days, combined with his helplessness in this situation, was starting to show.

Marie gave him an understanding smile. "Actually, they’re things you can do at home. Some natural remedies that have been shown to be effective in helping labour along."

Y.N. nodded eagerly. "We’re ready to try anything," she said.

Marie began to list off the options. "Well, there’s an herbal tea you can try, eating spicy food, and taking long walks—"

"Great," Y.N. interrupted. "I’ll do those."

Marie smiled but hesitated for a moment before continuing. "However, there’s one remedy that’s proven to be most effective in encouraging labour-and that’s sex."

Y.N. looked at Aemond with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, but Aemond’s face immediately fell into a look of disbelief.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," he muttered, rubbing his temple.

Aemond and Y.N sat in the penthouse, the dinner table littered with empty plates from what felt like the hundredth spicy meal they'd shared in hopes of triggering labour.

Y.N poked at her remaining enchilada, sighing in frustration.

"Aemond, we've tried all the spicy food. It's not working," she said, exasperated.

Aemond, ever determined, pushed a small plate toward her.

"Okay, how about one of these peppers? It’s supposed to be really hot." He sounded so sure of himself, as he picked on up and took a bite.

Gasping in surprise when the spice burnt his mouth.

Y.N looked at him, rolled her eyes, but took the pepper anyway, popping it into her mouth.

She chewed it with no visible reaction, much to Aemond’s disbelief.

His eye widened as he watched her, while he took a sip of water to cool his burning tongue.

"I feel nothing," she said, almost too casually, as Aemond continued to sip from his glass. Y.N then looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Speaking of hot, watching you struggle with that pepper really makes me want to have sex with you."

Aemond nearly choked on his water, setting the glass down with a thud.

"Stop it," he muttered, wiping his mouth.

"Oh, come on," Y.N teased. "Why are we wasting time with all this other stuff? We know what's going to work. It's midwife recommended."

"We have to have some boundaries," Aemond said sternly, his resolve trying to hold firm.

Y.N scoffed. "You didn’t care about boundaries when you were putting the baby in there." She crossed her arms and raised a brow at him.

Aemond shot her a look. "As I recall, you were also an active participant."

Y.N waved her hand dismissively. "That’s not the point, and you know it."

Aemond sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I’m not going to make love to you just so you’ll go into labour."

Y.N laughed loudly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Make love? What are you, a girl?"

"Always a great way to get into a man’s pants," Aemond muttered sarcastically, rolling his eye.

"No-come on wuss, make loooove to me" said Y.N smirking.

"Seriously-" exclaimed Aemond.

Y.N leaned forward, her voice dripping with humour. "Come on, just think of it as providing a service. Just think of me as a ketchup bottle—sometimes you’ve gotta bang on the end of it to get something out."

Aemond shot her a deadpan look, his voice flat. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"Aemy-" Y.N whined, pouting a little as she leaned her elbows on the table. "I’m miserable here." She looked at him with wide eyes, batting her lashes playfully, and the use of her nickname for him weakened his resolve.

Aemond clenched his jaw. "You—what—never mind."

"What, Aemy? Are you not going to talk?" she teased, mockingly. "How on earth will you ever annoy me? Oh, wait a minute, I know—" She exaggerated her breathing, mimicking the way Aemond breathed loudly, then added with a smirk, "You’d think that damn pepper would’ve cleared your sinuses, but nooo-"

Before she could say anything more, Aemond lunged toward her, pulling her into a deep, heated kiss that took her by surprise.

Y.N blinked up at him, breathless. "What are you doing?"

He took her hand firmly, standing up and pulling her toward the bedroom, his face set with determination. "I’m getting that baby out of you."

Aemond was jolted awake by the sound of a pained cry and the sharp clatter of glass smashing. His heart pounded in his chest as he shot up in bed, immediately noticing that Y.N. wasn’t beside him.

Panic surged through him as he leapt out of bed, rushing toward the source of the noise.

Entering the kitchen, he found Y.N. hunched over, clutching the counter, her face twisted in pain. A shattered glass lay scattered across the floor.

"Y.N.?" he called out, his voice tight with concern.

She turned her head toward him, her face pale and strained. "I think it's time," she gasped before letting out another cry, her body wracked with pain.

Without hesitation, Aemond carefully made his way over, avoiding the broken glass, and gently took her hand. She clung to him, shaking as he helped move her away from the mess.

Y.N. suddenly gasped, looking down as a trickle of water began to run down her legs. Her wide eyes met his, fear and excitement swirling within them.

"It's definitely time," Aemond confirmed, trying to remain calm despite the rapid thudding of his heart.

"I need to get changed first," she whispered through laboured breaths.

Aemond helped her to the bedroom, supporting her as they slowly made their way across the penthouse.

He carefully dressed her in comfortable clothes, his fingers trembling as he moved. Then he quickly threw on jeans and a shirt, grabbing the suitcase Y.N. had packed weeks ago.

Just as they were about to leave, another contraction hit, and Y.N. cried out in pain, her hand clutching Aemond’s forearm tightly.

His heart ached at the sight of her discomfort, but he stayed steady, whispering reassurances.

"You're doing great. Just breathe," he murmured, kissing her forehead.

He grabbed his car keys, and together, they made their way out of the penthouse.

The drive to the hospital was agonizing for Aemond, though he tried his best to keep calm.

Every pained cry or sharp gasp from Y.N. made his hands tighten on the wheel, his heart clenching painfully.

He hated seeing her in so much discomfort, knowing there was little he could do but get her to the hospital as quickly as possible.

Finally, they arrived. Aemond parked the car and immediately helped Y.N. inside, gripping her hand as she leaned on him for support.

He helped her check in at the front desk, and she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, her voice trembling.

"Please, don’t leave me," she whispered, her fear evident.

Aemond's heart clenched, and he pulled her closer, brushing a kiss to her forehead. "I won’t ever leave you. I promise."

"I-I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you"

"It's ok-it's all forgotten" replied Aemond.

As she was being checked over by the nurses, Aemond quickly sent off a text to his mother, letting her know that Y.N. was in labour.

He then shot off a quick message to Helaena, knowing she’d take care of informing Aegon and Daeron.

The moment he heard Y.N. calling for him, his phone was forgotten. He rushed back into the room, his heart pounding with urgency.

"I'm here," he said softly, taking her hand in his as he knelt beside her. "I’m not going anywhere."

Hours had passed, and the labour had intensified. Y.N was in agony as each contraction ripped through her body, her face contorted in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Aemond remained at her side the entire time, unable to bear seeing her like this. His heart ached with every pained cry she made.

He had lashed out at the midwives more than once, demanding they do something—anything—to help her.

But all they could do was reassure him that everything was progressing as it should.

Despite his own helpless frustration, Aemond never let go of Y.N's hand, even as she squeezed it with such force he was sure his bones would crack under the pressure.

But he would endure it without a second thought. Pressing kisses to her sweat-soaked forehead, he whispered constant encouragement, telling her to breathe, reminding her she was doing great.

And then, it was time to push.

Y.N cried out, her strength nearly spent. "I don’t know if I can keep doing this," she gasped, her voice trembling with exhaustion.

Aemond immediately leaned in, his forehead pressed to hers, his voice low but firm. "Yes, you can. You’re the strongest, smartest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. I can’t live without you." His words were filled with so much love and admiration that despite her pain, Y.N found the strength to push again.

The midwife, Marie, encouraged her as the baby’s head crowned. "Just one more, Y.N. You’re so close!"

With a final scream, Y.N pushed, and suddenly, the sound of a baby’s strong, healthy cries filled the room.

Aemond’s voice trembled as he whispered, "He’s here. Oh, gods, he’s here."

Y.N, exhausted, collapsed back against the pillows, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

But Aemond’s joyful cry brought her back. She opened her eyes and struggled to sit up, her chest heaving as she took in the sight of their newborn son.

Aemond, eyes filled with unshed tears, helped her sit up, his hands trembling.

As Marie placed the squalling, wriggling newborn onto Y.N's chest, happy tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Oh, he’s so beautiful," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion as she gazed down at their son.

Aemond, who rarely allowed his emotions to show so openly, sobbed quietly as he stared at the tiny life they had created.

His eye was glued to the baby’s small, delicate features—his tiny hands, his soft, silver hair, and those piercing blue eyes.

"He looks just like you," Y.N said softly, running her fingers through the baby’s soft hair. She smiled up at Aemond, who was rendered speechless by the overwhelming love he felt.

His child. Their son.

Marie gently asked, "Does he have a name?"

Y.N nodded, her voice filled with pride and love. "Jack Aemond Targaryen."

As the midwife, Marie, finished wrapping up baby Jack in a soft blanket, she turned to Aemond and asked, "Would you like to hold your son?"

Aemond froze, panic flashing in his eye. "I-I've never held a baby before."

Marie smiled reassuringly. "Don’t worry, I’ll show you how." With practiced hands, she gently placed Jack into Aemond’s arms, guiding him on how to support his tiny head.

Slowly, Aemond’s tension melted as he adjusted, the weight of his son both heavy with responsibility and light as a feather.

Before he knew it, Aemond was grinning, a quiet, proud smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at his son. Jack squirmed slightly but remained peaceful in his arms, so small and perfect.

Aemond's chest tightened with an overwhelming rush of emotion. The world around him seemed to blur, everything else vanishing as he stared at the life he had helped create.

As the midwives began tending to Y.N and the afterbirth, Aemond remained mesmerized by his son. The reality of fatherhood hit him hard in this quiet moment.

When Y.N had first told him she was pregnant, he had offered his support immediately, without hesitation. But deep down, he’d been terrified. His own father had been distant, cold—an example of everything a father shouldn’t be.

Aemond had no idea how to be a good father, how to give his son the love and care he deserved.

But now, holding Jack in his arms, a surge of love, unlike anything he had ever felt, filled him. He vowed silently, with everything in him, that his son would never feel the same isolation and neglect that he had experienced.

Jack would always know he was loved, that Aemond was there for him in every way. He would give his son the attention and affection that he himself had longed for.

Once Y.N had been helped and everything was sorted, Marie mentioned she could take a shower to freshen up.

Aemond carefully placed Jack in his cot and immediately went to help Y.N. She was a bit unsteady on her feet, the exhaustion of labour evident, so Aemond stayed close, supporting her as they made their way to the bathroom.

He washed her hair gently, his hands tender as he helped her clean up, mindful of her every movement.

She had already started bleeding, so he helped her with the pad and assisted in getting her dressed.

When they returned, he had pulled a few strings and arranged for Y.N. to have a private room.

Once she was comfortable and laid in bed, Aemond couldn’t resist stroking her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her, soft and full of love.

Y.N's fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, and she whispered, "You keep kissing me."

Aemond pulled back slightly, worry creeping in. Was he pushing too much? Overwhelming her with affection when she might need space?

"Do you-want me to stop?" he asked, his voice careful, trying to hide his uncertainty.

Y.N’s fingers brushed over her lips, and she quickly replied, "No."

A wide smile broke across Aemond's face, his relief and happiness palpable. "I'm happy, Y.N. So happy."

She touched his face, her eyes soft and filled with emotion. "So am I."

This was it—the moment he had been waiting for. Aemond’s heart pounded in his chest as he took a deep breath.

Now or never. He leaned closer, his heart swelling with emotion. "I-I want to tell you that I lov—"

Before the words could leave his lips, the door burst open. Aegon strutted in, followed closely by Alicent, Daeron, and Helaena.

Aemond bit back a groan, his moment lost as his family swarmed into the room.

Alicent’s face lit up with joy as she carefully took Jack into her arms for the first time. Her eyes softened as she gazed down at her first grandchild, her smile tender and full of love.

"Oh, he's beautiful," she whispered. She gently rocked him, her heart swelling as she savoured the moment. “What’s his name?”

Aemond, standing proudly beside Y.N’s bed, smiled and said, “Jack.”

Alicent raised her brows slightly, surprised. “Jack? It’s not very Targaryen,” she remarked, though her tone was more curious than critical.

Aemond nodded. “It’s in honour of Y.N’s grandfather.”

At that, Alicent’s face softened even more. She nodded approvingly, clearly touched by the gesture.

"That's lovely," she said, staring down at her grandson with pride and affection.

Of course, Aegon couldn’t resist making his presence known. “So, Y.N.,” he asked with a mischievous grin, “how much did it hurt?”

Y.N. narrowed her eyes at him, unimpressed. “How about I kick you in the balls, and then you’ll have an idea?”

Aegon grimaced, backing off slightly as Daeron burst into laughter. “She’s got you there,” Daeron teased, clapping Aegon on the back.

Meanwhile, Helaena stood nearby, completely mesmerized by her tiny nephew. She leaned in, peering at him with wide, curious eyes. “He’s so perfect,” she murmured, utterly enamoured.

Suddenly, Jack began to cry, his small face scrunching up as the sound filled the room.

Alicent chuckled softly. “Sounds like someone is hungry,” she said as she carefully handed him back to Y.N.

Y.N. exposed her breast and gently guided Jack to latch on, and he began to nurse immediately, his cries fading.

A moment of quiet awe fell over the room as they watched the newborn find comfort in his mother’s arms.

Daeron shook his head in disbelief, glancing over at Aemond. “I still can’t believe you’re a dad,” he said, smiling.

Aemond, beaming with pride, hugged his younger brother. “Neither can I,” he admitted, his voice full of wonder.

Aegon, true to form, was less subtle. His attention was quickly drawn to Y.N. breastfeeding. “Whoa, look at him go. He’s definitely your kid, Aemond.”

Without missing a beat, Aemond slapped Aegon on the back of the head. “Don’t look at her breast, you pervert.”

Aegon shrugged, rubbing his head. “It was an accident.”

Aemond, his patience wearing thin, glared at him. “Get the fuck out,” he demanded.

Leaning over, Aegon pressed a soft kiss to Y.N.’s forehead. “I’ll come back soon.”

Y.N., still nursing Jack, smiled up at him and said, “Can you bring me a chocolate bar and some Lucozade when you do?”

 “Anything for you, Y.N.,” said Aegon with a cheeky grin as he sauntered out of the room, completely ignoring Aemond’s death glare.

As Aegon left, Daeron leaned in and whispered to Aemond, “He’s doing it on purpose. Ignore him, and he’ll give up.”

Aemond huffed. “He’ll give up when my fist is in his face.”

Y.N. suddenly yawned, exhausted from the day’s events. Noticing, Aemond turned to the others. “Alright, that’s enough excitement for one day. It’s time for Y.N. to rest.”

Alicent leaned over and kissed Y.N. gently on the cheek. “You did so well, my dear. Rest now,” she said softly.

Helaena smiled warmly. “I’ll make some meals for you both, so you won’t have to worry about cooking once you’re home.”

Aemond nodded in gratitude as Daeron gave him a firm clap on the back.

“Take care of her and the little one,” Daeron said, waving goodbye to Y.N. as the family made their way out.

After Jack finished nursing, Aemond carefully lifted him to rub his back, gently patting until the baby let out a small burp.

Smiling, Aemond placed him in the little cot beside Y.N. and tucked him in under the soft blanket Helaena had made.

Y.N., exhausted but happy, looked at Aemond. “Will you stay until I fall asleep?”

Aemond nodded immediately. “Of course.”

He sat beside her, taking her hand in his, feeling a deep sense of peace settle over him.

He glanced down at their sleeping son, so small and perfect, and then over to Y.N., who had already begun to drift off, her breathing steady and calm.

Aemond smiled to himself, squeezing her hand gently, thinking how lucky he was to have both of them in his life.

Aemond hurried back to the penthouse, his mind still swirling with the overwhelming realization that he was now a father.

He moved almost on autopilot as he showered and changed into fresh clothes, but the feeling of awe and disbelief remained.

He had a son. His son. It felt surreal.

As he was about to leave for the hospital, he decided to stop by a florist and picked up a bouquet of sunflowers—Y.N.’s favourite.

He wanted to make her smile, to show her how much she meant to him, especially after everything she'd just gone through.

Returning to the hospital, Aemond's good mood evaporated the moment he walked into the room and saw Aegon sitting beside the bed, holding Jack. His brows furrowed as he asked, “Where is Y.N.?”

Aegon, lounging comfortably, glanced up with a grin. “She’s just nipped for a shower. She asked me to watch Jack. Is that okay with you?” he added with a slightly cheeky tone, knowing it would irk Aemond.

Aemond narrowed his eye but sighed. “I suppose so.”

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Y.N. appeared, looking refreshed in clean pyjamas, her hair wrapped in a towel.

A bright smile crossed her face when she saw Aemond standing there. “Oh, you’re back!” she said warmly, walking over to him.

Aemond wasted no time in wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a soft kiss.

“I missed you,” he murmured against her lips before handing her the sunflowers.

Y.N.’s face lit up as she took the flowers. “They’re beautiful. I love them. Thank you,” she said, kissing him again.

Aemond, still basking in her smile, then turned his attention to Jack. He took the baby from Aegon, holding his son close to his chest, instantly feeling that surge of love again as he stared at the tiny face nestled in his arms.

Meanwhile, Aegon reached for a small carrier bag sitting next to him. “Oh, by the way, I got you something,” he said, handing it to Y.N.

She peeked inside and immediately let out a squeal of excitement. “A chocolate bar and Lucozade!”

She hugged Aegon in appreciation before eagerly unwrapping the chocolate and taking a big bite. “You have no idea how much I needed this,” she sighed contentedly.

Aemond watched with a small smile but raised an eyebrow when Y.N. turned to him with more news. “Oh, while you were gone, the midwives said I could go home.”

His smile faded slightly with concern. “Already? Isn’t it a little too soon?”

Y.N. shook her head. “I’d much rather be at home. We can start getting Jack into a routine, and I’ll be more comfortable there.”

Aemond considered it for a moment before nodding. It did make sense. He wanted them home, too—where he could make sure both Y.N. and Jack had everything they needed. “Alright, if you’re sure.”

Aegon piped up then, smirking. “I’ll give you guys a hand.”

Aemond shot him a look. “I’m more than capable of handling it.”

Aegon held up his hands in mock surrender. “I know, but if you’re carrying Jack, you can’t expect Y.N. to carry her suitcase after just having a baby.”

Aemond clenched his jaw, annoyed but unable to argue. Aegon was right.

Before he could reply, the midwife entered the room with a smile and a folder of paperwork. “I’ve got your discharge papers here,” she said, glancing at Y.N. and then Jack.

Aemond sighed, knowing that Aegon’s presence would continue to irritate him, but he focused on the positive—his family was going home, and that was what mattered most.

TBC

[azullumi]

drunk habits — various characters ☆彡

summary — him and his small drunk habits.

characters — kaveh, venti, tighnari, cyno, wanderer, alhaitham, ayato, kazuha, diluc (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — kind of fluff, a little bit of crack also, drunk drunk drunk, not proof-read; headcanons

words — 1289

note — was supposed to publish this yesterday but got busy so it's just now, i'll be working on the requests later!

KAVEH — He reminds you of those people who'll randomly say how your life will turn to doom as you walk down the streets before then disappearing from your sight. He spills unbelievable secrets and shocking gossip, one that you don't even know exists and feels like it's exaggerated, to you when he gets drunk after some glasses of strong alcohol. He'll give out so much juicy details and tea that will keep you on edge on your seat and asking for more but once you throw him a question, he doesn't respond and you'll only be greeted with silence—it is when you'll realize that he has fallen asleep. If he's not asleep, either in some random place or just on his chair, you'll find him creating architectural designs that he wouldn't remember the next morning he'll wake up.

VENTI — Years or maybe millennia of being used to the taste of alcohol in his tongue and the burning feeling of the liquid on his throat had made his tolerance of it grow and become stronger. However, it doesn't mean that he doesn't get drunk in his every drinking session in the tavern or anywhere. He makes it a goal to reach that level of intoxicatedness every time, those moments and ways of him dancing around as he sings a gleeful and joyful song with you, spinning you around and swaying your body to the rhythm along with his. It's either that or he's making stupid pickup lines to you: "Are you a fart? Because you just blew me away," or "Are you not tired? Because you've been running around my mind all day," which will make you sigh as you urge him to shut up but he continues.

TIGHNARI — You’re at a party, hell yeah, but you’re inside the bathroom stalls, vomiting while your hair is being held back by a certain man who goes by the name Tighnari who also happens to be your boyfriend. He's the type of person to only drink a few glass and would prefer looking after everyone, especially you, so he doesn't drink much. However, when things go south and everything turns away from the path it was supposed to go down to, when he gets drunk, let's just say that he has a lot to stay and becomes a little bit grumpy—asking to be doted on and showered with affection by you. While his personality still remains, some bits of him just turns into a 360 like how he blabbers and talks about a certain topic he seems to be obsessed with.

CYNO — He would deny a few offers to drink a glass but then would give in just so to stop the pestering. He doesn't like to drink nor even attend such parties that mainly revolve around alcohol because getting drunk would put him in a vulnerable state but what's wrong with trying it once in a while? You could hardly tell if he is drunk at first but once you recognize the light and warm shade on his cheeks, the realization will strike you like lightning. He tries to act sober, walking in a straight line and not slurring out his words but he fails, maybe not miserably but he fails because he stumbles on his pacing and says words that make his sentences confusing and hard to understand. Speak about the events on the next day, however, and he will shoot you a glare.

WANDERER — A few glasses and maybe more and you find him much grumpier than ever—he's annoyed with all of the noises, sounds, and probably also lights happening all around him, demanding his attention and overwhelming him so he steps out of the place to get some fresh air. However, he's still irritable and would be more demanding to you, specifically your attention. Let's just say that this man when drunk will become the neediest person on earth ever. Putting him in bed, tucking him to sleep, becomes an easier task for you though not until he's grabbing on to your hand so tightly even as he slowly drifts to unconsciousness which leads to you staying by his side until his grip loosens up—it will only happen after an hour or so—and you can finally leave or perhaps, you could sleep beside him if you won't be able to shake off his grasp.

ALHAITHAM — He could handle his alcohol really well, in fact, if you'll challenge him to a drinking session to see who's the first to get drunk, he'll win no matter what—even if his head is already spinning and he's seeing two or three of the same thing at once. He becomes a rambling and chatty person, however, and often mixes words from another language to the conversation which creates confusion. When you'll ask him what the word means, he'll respond in another language which causes you to just give up and pretend that you understand what he is saying. If you were to compare him to his sober self to his drunk one, you could say that they are essentially the same but also fundamentally different as he still retains majority of his personality and adding only a little bit to it.

AYATO — Just like the people who prefer looking after everyone else and watching out for them so that they don't end up doing anything dangerous. He's extremely aware of what is happening to him and his surroundings, being on guard and attentive as always. He still pretty much maintains the responsible demeanor of him, drinking only in moderation, however, things can happen and it will be late until he realizes he's drunk and the alcohol is getting to his head already. That is when he gets—how do you say this?—a little bit reckless and careless, he takes off his clothing one by one and reasons that he's getting hot and he doesn't want to feel sweaty. He becomes flirty or maybe he's just forgetful because he confesses his love for you out of nowhere and asks you to be his.

KAZUHA — An idiotic fool who is stupidly affectionate when he gets drunk. He's not a lightweight nor a heavyweight but in every drinking occasion, he is always drunk. There is literally little to nothing changes in his behavior, he's still the same composed and sweet man that you know, just a little bit outgoing and friendly to everyone. In addition, he also becomes extra nice and a little bit energetic, becoming cheerful and everything but he will eventually become quiet and silent and soon you'll find him asleep on the chair he is sitting right after, this happens as soon as his energy is depleted. The next morning when he wakes up, he'll be greeted by the bright afternoon sun shining on his face and a major headache as he suffers from a hangover and he'll say to himself not to drink again.

DILUC — He doesn't admit it nor does he deny that he is drunk. When his drink has taken over his rationality, he becomes—admittedly— adorable and the clingier side of him comes out as he tries to be close to you as much as possible, not wanting you to leave his side even if you're just going to get some water for him so that he could sober up for a bit. He'll have you sitting on his lap or beside him as he wraps his arms around your figure, his head resting against your shoulders as he breathes in your scent. If you stand up and walk around, he'll follow you, his height and body towering over you as he stays so close to your back and if you'll ask him what he is doing, he would only respond with nothing.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[starboysbrainrot]

I have never publicly said this but : Jet drowning Gaipan and Zuko burning down Kyoshi Island are

1) narrative parallels

2) are widely exaggerated by the fandom as actions taking place in a 100 years war and performed by two teenagers

because yes context does matter. and you CANNOT possibly think that these actions come even close to the atrocities of what the rough rhinos did to Jet’s village or what Ozai intended to do to the Earth Kingdom.

NO THIS IS NOT ME EXCUSING WHAT THEY DID. DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS.

all I’m saying is that context, intentions and knowing what is going on in a character’s head are actually important in that case for a better understanding of their actions.

let’s take a look at Jet. he’s an orphan boy, who grew up with this very idea that every thing that went wrong in his life was caused by the FN (which is true) and that the only way for him to survive is to fight the FN (which is, again, true). therefore, the logical conclusion to years of trauma, and impregnated ideas of vengeance and wrath is to loose touch with your sense of morality and ending up doing heinous things because he’s convinced that it is the right thing to do. the ONLY thing to do. to survive and to escape the war. what people like to forget is that Jet didn’t grow up like Sokka and Katara, who even though faced a terrible tragedy after their mother’s death, and had to live in a tribe that had been weakened by the FN, also lived in a sheltered place for most of their lives, with their Gran Gran and father’s love, with a community, a family. Jet grew up in constant solitude, hunger, pain, fear, death and had to become a parent to those around him. and that’s not me trying to compare them. but you cannot seriously think that they grew up in the same conditions. growing up like that you just CANNOT turn out fine. the absence of love and protection coming from an adult actually does that to a kid. as time passes he realises that he, as an orphan boy, has to do what has to be done in order to survive. the question of morality doesn’t even crosses his mind. because fear and anger are the only thing left for him to survive. and all of this leads to him drowning Gaipan, and committing this heinous crime. which well doesn’t really happen because everyone is safe ! everyone survived ! yes the village is destroyed but that’s material loss. that doesn’t come near the loss of actual people.

now for Zuko, his core character trait in season 1 is that he’s very short sighted. he only sees his goal, and never what’s in between that. this shortsightedness comes from years of obsession fuelled by extreme (FN) propaganda, indoctrination, trauma and anxiety in regards of what awaits Zuko if he never gets to catch the Avatar. like Jet, Zuko’s anger and fear brings what’s most ugly in him : his lack of regards for any collateral damage he might provoke while trying to reach his goal. which ultimately leads to Kyoshi Island burning down. however, they are a few things that need to be said here. he never steps a foot on Kyoshi Island with the intention of burning it. that’s actually where it diverges from Jet. Zuko is extremely short sighted and his only goal is to find Aang. nothing. else. which differentiates him from his sister especially. who wanders through the earth kingdom while yes chasing Aang but also never stopping (or at least trying) to expend the FN’s power in the EK. Kyoshi island burning down comes actually from him being shitty at managing his firebending (and his crew) in season 1. it’s quite literally collateral damage and most of the damage on Kyoshi Island actually comes from Zuko’s soldiers (who we never actually see receiving orders that would indicate Zuko wanting to burn the island. he only says “I want the Avatar” before splitting up, and go rewatch the scene if you don’t believe me). we do actually see Zuko shooting a few fireballs at Aang but we see only one of them actually hitting the cabins. so it would be logical to assume that it was Zuko’s crew, while fighting the Kyoshi Warriors that did it. after the gaang left, Katara even says “he would have destroyed the whole place” meaning it wasn’t destroyed. and then Aang eventually saves the village and Zuko and his crew leave.

what I’m trying to say with this is that I cannot keep seeing people actually demonising and adultifying Jet and Zuko’s actions (especially at the very beginning where both of them are clearly villains with the narrative intent of doing heinous things) with using these two specific scenes, where, ultimately, no one got hurt (except Sokka & Aang while fighting Jet and the Kyoshi Warriors while fighting Zuko).

this post isn’t me denying what they did. at the end of the day, Gaipan got destroyed and Kyoshi Island lost a lot of infrastructure and cabins. this post is me explaining why I’m tired of the over exaggerated claims in regards of these two characters.

the problem with this fandom is that people will talk about Jet and Zuko’s actions in episode 10 and episode 4 like they would talk about Long Feng’s actions or Ozai’s actions.

like, no, two indoctrinated traumatised teenage boys in a war cannot be held accountable in the same way that two adults (who funnily actually did kill people !) are held accountable. like, textually by LAW they cannot be held accountable in the same way. because of their age, because of the circumstances, the consequences, etc etc.

and what’s even more important is that both actually do their best to make amends. even though doing this after years of indoctrination is actually hard. jet dies while doing so and Zuko nearly dies at the hand of his father for doing so. (and that’s without even talking about his actions as a Firelord)

you can dislike Jet and Zuko as characters. but the hate these two get will always look ridiculous at the end of the day. because it’s either completely exaggerated or out of context or doesn’t apply to them because they actually did change. and did try to make amends.

again, this is not me saying that they weren’t villains at the beginning of the series. this is also not me saying that these actions are excusable or even remotely okay. no, it’s me begging the fandom to just use their brain for two fucking seconds. it’s me begging the fandom to just understand what the war and it’s consequences does to people, especially children. on all sides of the war. especially war children.

[ohyesididnotjustdothat]

argghh you!!! vegasporsche is my weakness you can't just throw me a crumb and not expect me to come sniffing for more!!! if you have some more i'd loooove to hear it!🫶

YEAH! So lil disclaimer about my media consumption habits: I tend to instinctively get a fave character and focus my attention almost exclusively on them. I'll consider other characters, but usually only in relation to my fave (or in rare cases, I'll get a secondary fave--ie what Kinn managed to do LOL)

Getting that out of the way bc ppl who follow may think I DISLIKE a character for not rlly engaging w them, but it's admittedly more indifference.

Vegas is kinda a character like that for me, but I am OBSESSED w his relationship to Porsche. There is this tug of war between them where Vegas is playing mind games, but in the wrong way, and Porsche can see through him, but in the wrong way.

What I mean is there is a uniqueness to their dynamic: Vegas tries to entrap Porsche how he does all of Kinn's boytoys, which is fucking. Porsche can recognize Vegas is coming on to him, but that turns him away from Vegas's advances.

The only time Vegas's manipulations land are when he's faking friendship (I happen to think Vegas manages this bc internally, he WANTS that kinda connection and the sincerity shows through, but when he sees an opportunity, he capitalizes on it and burns any goodwill--it's self-sabotaging wo necessarily meaning to bc he can't rlly help it w his...deal)

And Porsche DOESN'T trust when Vegas comes onto him bc of sleeze factor, but he does happen to have a natural affinity for kindness, so he's very weak to shows of friendship, which leaves him vulnerable to Vegas's cycles of remorse and betrayal.

I also think the only reason Vegas's entreaties of friendship work on Porsche is bc, again, I think there IS a part of Vegas that wants that friendship. Remember that Porsche does not fall for any of Korn's sweet grandpa schtick, so it's not like he's naive. And we've seen him being mildly repulsed by Vegas's advances, so it's not attraction.

I think Porsche instinctively picks up on Vegas's true yearning and falls for it despite Vegas eventually acting against his own self interest to manipulate Porsche again and again.

These different facets of their relationship are what absolutely FASCINATE me.

It's also why I feel like eventually, Porsche would forgive Vegas for what he did in ep 4 (they can't do that tho bc I full-on believe Kinn would shoot him on-sight and ruin that tentative alliance)

Sorry if I got rambly

As u can tell I have a lot of thoughts but VERY RARELY get to voice them w these two XDDD

[pancake-breakfast]

This playthrough of ME has been a bit of an eye-opener for me. I've played the game several times before. I usually alternate between my canon Shep (one where I make all the decisions in the way that feels right to me) and I guess what one could call character study Sheps. For the character study ones, I usually choose a romance I want to aim for and a very basic idea on their alignment (I never play straight paragon or straight renegade), and then add a few key character traits to keep them on that path.

This Shep is a character study one. I named him Oscar. (He's kind of modeled after Oscar Isaacs in appearance.) I wanted him to be an engineer who romances Tali, and generally a pretty kind person despite being a soldier and all. He's someone who wants to understand things and is generally low judgement on people's differences until he gets to know them.

This doesn't work well for Shepard.

For the first time, I've found a lot of the dialog choices (even the paragon ones) to have far too harsh responses for my character concept. He gets both mad and aggressive quicker than the version of him in my head does, and that's frustrating.

And Oscar Shepard didn't like Garrus.

For the record, on canon playthroughs, I tend to romance Garrus. He's a long-time favorite of mine. But Oscar Shep? He sees Garrus as a bit of a rogue cop who is more interested in making his own rules to pursue his own sense of justice than interested in understanding why those rules are in place. And that's dangerous.

Plenty of cops already tend to act above the law. Even in game, Bailey is someone who has a tendency to bend the rules to his own end. Bailey commends torture so long as the right people are being tortured, and even tells a recruit it's necessary to get the job done in the wards. One could even argue that Spectres act like rogue cops, albeit with an official government permit that says they can do so. But because of that, it's very important to Oscar Shep that he does not go rogueing it up all over the place. He takes his job and his position as the first human Spectre very seriously, and he wants to be the kind of example that suggests that while Spectres are definitely dangerous, they are not by necessity cruel or mean-spirited or just itching to break all the rules. He would never torture a prisoner. He won't even punch a reporter. (He does, however, give her the worst, most useless interviews, which amuses the hell out of me.)

Now, Garrus also doesn't believe in torturing prisoners. He says as much if you take him on Jack's recruitment mission and linger near the cell where one of the guards is going to town on one of the prisoners. But... that's two very big ifs, and Oscar Shep didn't take Garrus on that mission. So instead he sees Garrus as someone who, by Garrus's own admission, ran away from the "red tape" of C-Sec (rather than running away from the corruption of C-Sec) to go to Omega, where again by Garrus's own admission, all he had to do to find and punish criminals was sight down his barrel and shoot.

Garrus is trying to look out for the little guys on Omega. But Omega also has a reputation of being populated entirely by criminals. So Oscar Shep finds himself asking, "Once Garrus is done taking out the big-time criminals, what's to stop him from going after the small-time ones?" (It's Aria. Garrus isn't gonna beat Aria.)

This perception of Garrus isn't made better by Garrus's obsession with getting revenge on Sidonis. Oscar Shep is very protective of his people (he got all the renegade points when dealing with The Illusive Man after the "derelict" Collector ship because that mission summarily erased every ounce of good grace Oscar Shep was granting TIM), he's not the revenge type. He'd deck The Illusive Man. He'd throw him into custody. He might even go so far as to leave him to die if an occasion arose where Oscar needed to save TIM for TIM to get out of the situation. (We're still in ME2 here, so how he'll handle the final confrontation remains to be seen.) But if he did (does?) take TIM out, it wouldn't be for revenge. It would be because TIM is too big a threat to a bigger population than just Oscar Shep and his crew.

But Garrus looks at getting revenge on Sidonis as justice. Sidonis isn't going to do the kind of harm he did to Garrus's team again to anyone. The guy is so depressed and heartbroken he would likely just let anyone who threatened him with a pointy stick kill him at this point. But Garrus didn't stop to look at the bigger picture. Shep has to force the issue.

Which is exactly what you have to do when pursuing Dr. Saleon in 1.

Now, Garrus can back down in both situations depending on how you play, and of course he backed down for Oscar Shep, but Oscar can't shake the thought of what might happen if he's not there to reign Garrus in one of these times. How far will Garrus go? If these "lessons in investigating to determine how justice is best served" aren't sticking, what kind of person will Garrus become?

Way back up there, I said Oscar Shep didn't like Garrus. That wasn't a mistake. Oscar is hopeful for the best in people, and seeing Garrus calm down both times gives him hope for the best. But he's also a bit wary of the worst. And so for now, they simply have a cool camaraderie. Not really a friendship, but there's a respect and an understanding between them.

I just wonder how this might affect my own perceptions of Garrus on future playthroughs.

[kingkatsuki]

hello miss jo! i wanted to share my new fic obsession with you, which is reading fics about hero cons! but mostly can only find character x characters ones..

are you a convention person? like, i'm imagining so many fun things with this setting. tagging along as dynamight's plus one, are the two of you out to the public or are you being confused as a staff member?

OR attending the con to meet dynamight, getting in line for an autograph and katsuki has to shift awkwardly when you come up in your cute little cosplay because he's chubbing up at the sight of you in his costume

even better, katsuki walking around the con early incognito because he's a fanboy as much as he is a hero. catches his name in a couple conversations, your voice sticking out the most when you talk about riding his face and having him bend you over the nearest merch table. man nearly chokes as he heads to his panel he's already a couple minutes late for because he couldn't tear himself away from eavesdropping. and you swear later when your sitting among the audience he keeps shooting smirks right at you, but why the hell would he? it's not like dynamight's ever seen you before this!

I’ve definitely got some little drabbles about this!! I can try and find them tomorrow, although I vividly remember one in particular is sleazy Red Riot taking advantage of his cute fans (and Dynamight fans) and there was one about someone being mean about your Dynamight trivia at a con and Dynamight steps in and says you’re right and they’re wrong ahhhh.

I love cons! I don’t go to them as much anymore, but I’m obsessed with the idea of being able to meet Dynamight at a con and you’re doing everything you can to secure the photo pass and the signature so you get to meet him twice.

I love no one knowing who you are, so they think you’re staff and they try to boss you around and Bakugou is like excuse me??? That is my wife. (You’re not even married but you get the idea). Or you’re just bored sitting at his table all day, because to the world this is Dynamight but to you it’s your boyfriend so you end up going shopping or going to check out the other guests that are there. Maybe you have a teeny tiny crush on Pro-Hero Hawks so you go to his Q&A and Bakugou is jealous, but he still sets up a private photo op for you— “You know you could just go to his agency any day of the week.” “Yeah but then I wouldn’t be wearing this cute outfit, Kats🥺”

But I also love the idea of being a staff member, and maybe you’re not from Japan you’re just a member of the event team so you don’t really know who any of these Pro-Heroes are; and you accidentally run into Red Riot? And you both end up talking over lunch or something and then you go and watch him on stage later doing the Q&A and you have no idea what he’s saying but you just think he’s super cute.

But omg your last idea, of him being incognito? Like just wandering around and buying merch and action figures or whatever— because he’s an All Might collector himself. And then he sees a pretty thing dressed up as him and he can’t help but listen to you go on about the sinful things you’d do to him, and he prays later that you have a photo pass. But now he’s gotta spend his entire Q&A panel with a raging hard on because of you, and of course he spots you in the crowd.

[itsmemateinnit]

Whitechapel series 1 press pack

Rupert Penry-Jones is Detective Inspector Joseph Chandler

Rupert Penry-Jones is quick to point out that DI Chandler, his character in Whitechapel, is no hero.

“He doesn’t have all the answers.  He doesn’t know how to fix everything.  He doesn’t kill the bad guy and save London like Adam in Spooks,” explains Rupert.

“He’s a bit less of an action man and a bit more cerebral.  He doesn’t really like the sight of blood.  Chandler is the total opposite to Adam in that way; he finds the whole thing quite scary.

“It was actually really nice to play someone who was not an action man for a change.”

Describing his character Rupert says: “DI Chandler is basically a fast track policeman.  They call them ‘plastics’ in the force.  He is destined for great things at the higher end of the police force but has to go through the ranks and work a little in each of the departments; get his feet wet.

“Whitechapel starts with him being given his first murder case which all concerned think is going to be a simple domestic.  But of course it turns out to be a serial killer. So he ends up on this investigation having to muck in a lot more than he expected and realises he enjoys policing rather more than just sitting behind a desk.

“He is a slightly obsessive, compulsive, asexual guy.  You get no insight into his personal life at all. It is all work with him.”

At first Chandler sits uneasily among his new colleagues; a rough and ready East End station.

But, as Rupert explains, the relationship between him and his men does develop during the series.

“To start with Chandler and Miles, his sergeant played by Phil Davis, absolutely hate each other. For Miles particularly, Chandler is everything he dislikes about the modern police force.  But gradually they find a mutual respect for each other.”

Ripperologist Edward Buchan is another stumbling block between the two officers.

“Chandler likes Buchan from the start.  He respects his ideas and thoughts on the case and they end up being good friends.  Miles thinks he’s an idiot and a liability.”

Rupert says that the prospect of working with Phil Davis again was one of the things that attracted him to the part.

“The first thing that hit me was the script - a real page turner.  I was totally gripped by this modern telling of the Jack the Ripper story.  And I loved the relationship between Chandler and Miles.  Even more so as Phil is an old friend from when we made North Square together, so that was an added bonus.”

Rupert admits he knew very little about the original 19th century Ripper before doing his research.

“To be honest I didn’t even realise he hadn’t been caught,” confesses Rupert.  “I thought they caught the suspect in top hat and tails. I never realised that there was this huge conspiracy story going around.

“I found the research very interesting.  I didn’t realise how gruesome it all was though.  They really were the most awful murders.  He did terrible things to those women, even eating bits of their bodies.  He was the original serial killer.”

Many of Whitechapel’s pivotal scenes were filmed at night.  Rupert recalls: “You can’t get very close to many of the original murder scenes but what was strange was while we were filming these big scenes we would see the actual Ripper tours walking past the sights. It was a bit surreal.”

“The night shoots were extremely gruelling on everybody.  All the London boroughs have different curfews so we would only be allowed to film up to a certain time – some would be 10pm, some midnight and so on.  It meant you couldn’t get a good run at the night shoots and we were always having to change our hours.”

But perhaps the toughest part of the role for Rupert was remembering the dialogue littered with names and dates and locations…

“When I was discussing all the victims I had the art department put up a big storyboard behind me. I used it as a prop to emphasise my speech but also as a prompt for remembering the names of the women who were killed.  I had it all up there behind me to reference if I got lost.

“I find all that line learning rather tiresome but lines are easy to learn if the dialogue is good.  And this was compelling.”

[phantombandit-films]

The Abduction Club - A half masterpiece.

'The Abduction Club' is a 2002 British and Irish film directed by Stefan Schwartz, it is written by Richard Crawford, Bill Britten and produced by David Collins. It is described as a romantic comedy-drama adventure film. It is also based loosley on real historical events.

Cast and Characters - ~ Alice Evans as Catherine Kennedy. ~ Daniel Lapaine as Garrett Byrne. ~ Sophia Myles as Anne Kennedy. ~ Matthew Rhys as James Strang. ~ Liam Cunningham as John Power. ~ Edward Woodward as Lord Fermoy. ~ Patrick Malahide as Sir Myles. ~ Tom Murphy as Knox.

Plot - Garrett Byrne and James Strang are both members of a notorious gang called 'The Abduction Club', in 18th century Ireland if you where the younger brother you had to find your own means of living while the older brother got all the fortune and titles. This is where the abduction club plays a part, woo and then abduct a wealthy heiress which could lead to marriage and financial security or become a priest. When it comes to Garretts turn to pick an heiress he sets his sights on Catherine Kennedy, together with the help of James he begins to woo Miss Kennedy at a horse race, but James would also have a very interesting interaction with her sister, Anne Kennedy. When it comes time for Garrett to abduct Catherine, James would break the rules of the club and also abduct Anne which then sets in motion chaos, for Anne is promised to a noble man. John Power not happy that his future bride has been stolen away goes after the sisters and chases them all over the Irish countryside. One of their other 'friends' from the club, a man named Knox who seems to be obsessed with Garrett shoots a Redcoat soldier while they are fleeing in what he thinks is a heroic act to protect Garrett but this backfires and now Garrett and James are famed for the murder of the redcoat.

Spoilers under the cut, for those who haven’t seen the movie don’t go past this point ‼️

Okay i'm going to start this off with talking about Garrett and Catherine because they are the main couple but my least favourite couple of the movie, then we'll get onto James and Anne because they are one of my favourite movies couples ever.

So Garrett and Catherine, what can I say? Terrible that's what. Both the actor and actress are amazing and so good in this film, just not when their acting together. Garrett with Strang is funny and charming and you can tell he really cares for his friend, their bromance is unshaken. Catherine with her sister is heartwarming and nurturing and you can tell she just wants to take care of her and make sure she has the best life possible. But as a couple Garrett and Catherine have absolutely no chemistry whatsoever, it's honestly super cringey at times mainly the things that Garrett says to her and I have seen this movie a lot at this point and yes, I do sometimes skip over the cringe because wtf? I don't think at any point I like them and are convinced that they are falling in love, from the start their whole relationship is based on lies (and I know this is kinda the whole thing about the club but compared to the next couple it's just not it) and honestly half of the things that spew out of Garretts mouth towards Catherine do not make sense. We literally had more bonding from Strang and Anne but they tried to make it seem that Garrett and Catherine were way more in love, but it's just not convincing at all. They never really say anything of importance to either other either, it's all politics or lies and in no scene do I feel like they connected real enough for them to fall in love. Him saying that he was 'Enslaved' by her words at the races when they talked for about 1 minute and it was literally about nothing....

To me it feel like he only cares about looks and not having to become a priest and he's obsessed with trying to win her over. Even their attempts to joke with each other are awkward and not funny at all.

Okay enough about their lacklustre relationship, let's talk about my main couple of the movie. Anne and Strang, my second favourite movie couple EVER, their chemistry was off the charts. Their first ever meeting Anne challenges Strang for the lies he's telling for Garrett and snaps back at him, which I think Strang is surprised at, it's an instant connection that makes me squeal. Strang is just pure chaos and Anne compliments this so very well, also during the time it's set woman where supposed to be seen now heard, which is how John Power (Her admirer) wants her to be but with Strang she can be herself and he plays into this while also keeping her safe. Strangs banter in general is just so charming and likeable, no wonder Anne falls for him. And from the actor it's so natural and not forced.

I think as well I love them so much because Anne is promised to someone else not of her choosing which makes them a forbidden romance, which is my favourite trope. I love the way they playfully insult each other, if Anne insults Strang he gives it back tenfold and so on, but it's playful and endearing, they both have the widest smiles, and again from both actors IT'S SO NATURAL.

I also wish we could have seen more of the tension between Strang and John Power, especially at the beach scene but also around Anne after finding out that Power essentially owns Anne after her father gambled with her. When Power finds the group while they are having breakfast and storms in, theres no emotion from any of them, I would have liked to see Strang get up and try beat his ass for thinking he could own Anne like some property, but I'm getting ahead of myself here, we shall come back to this point.

When the abduction club comes for Catherine and Strang lowers his mask after fighting with Power, THE EYE CONTACT with Anne, unbeatable.

'Strang entering the room Anne is in after kidnapping/ her willingly going with him, Anne throwing a vase at the door as he enters, barely missing him.'

"𝒮𝑜, 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓌?" "𝒜𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎."

"𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜?" "𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒, 𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉." "𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝑒."

'Throws another vase at his head this time which he only slightly dodges.'

They feel so natural and I definitely think they were love at first sight and are soulmates. Anne is allowed to be whoever she wants around strang with the also assurity that he will keep her safe, example- after he jumps off the cliff into the water she wants her own taste of adrenaline, so she takes the stronger horse and rides off, Strang is right behind her to make sure she's safe a good thing too as she flys off the horse but is unharmed. But strang doesn't scold her for this, he's just glad she's safe which I think Anne appreciates.

One of my favourite scenes is when they are at the church for the night and later that day Anne finds out that Garrett asked strang to keep her busy so that Catherine would stick around so he could get to know her better, obviously she's upset and goes outside to get some fresh air and Strang follows her. He tries to apologise and explain but she's rambling on and Strang interrupts her by kissing her. Shocked but delighted they both smile at each other when they pull away only to kiss again but this is interrupted by Catherine calling for her sister.

Some things that really pissed me off that's more I think to do with the writing, and so that Anne and Strang wouldn't over shadow what is meant to be the main love story of Catherine and Garrett -

When they are having breakfast, and Strang shows no emotion when he learns that Anne's father gambled her away to Power, and now she basically belongs to Power.

Feel like Anne should have also been way more upset about this revelation as well, it's her life that has been gambled away.

There is also no emotion when power Interrupts the breakfast and supposingly off screen arrests Garrett and Strang.

Again no emotion when they are at trail and Garrett and Strang are sentenced to death. I again feel this was overshadowed by Garrett and Catherine.

Anne willing to sacrifice her life and marry Power if it means that Strang will not be dead, she would rather she knew he was alive somewhere without her than to see him in pain and know he is no long on earth. Their ending was very satisfying though, the heartbreak of 'Is he actually going to leave her?' Anne having to see her sister get her happily ever after but she has to stay so her dad would be safe and seeing Strang ride away without her not knowing if they would see each other again. Only for Strang to turn around and come back, GET ON HIS KNEES and adorably stutter while Anne is so naturally giggling (Honestly think the laugh is Sophia's natural reaction to the scene) and then that hug! 🥺 These two have my whole heart and I'm devastated that they weren't given the full justice they deserved.

I love this movie and I think you can all tell just how much I love Anne and Strang. It's just a shame that they did Garrett and Catherine so dirty, I don't know if it was the writing or just the actors not having chemistry and it's a shame their storyline had to overshadow Anne and Strangs. It's okay I'll just stick to skipping through for their parts to get some serotonin and wish for a relationship like theirs. Highly recommend this movie if you love Forbidden romance, period dramas and just some good old adventure. 9/10

[universalcollisionleaks00]

I never showed the possible bad endings there are instead of the main two. (Season 1 & New Dawn Spoilers!!!)

Universal Collision: Deadline Failure Dialogue

Miss the Luka Deadline (Izanami Family Tree)

Condtions: Fail to reach the end of The Furthest Edge of Space and Time within 5 days

CarlosYT: Within this door, we will be able to figure out who is behind this...

CarlosYT: And don't worry about Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and Whitty. They will instantly come to where we are after this door.

Hajime: You sort of freaked me out as if they were killed.

Renri: Killed? Don't be silly, they would just teleport, right?

Hiyoko: She has a point, you sleep barf.

Len: What's sleep barf, some sort of weird obsession or what?

AprilYT: Don't worry about that. Let's just go see what is beyond this door, shall we?

The group opens the door to see a girl with similar hair, and Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and Whitty dead in front of her.

Luka?: It’s too late, the tarot cards have foreseen this scenario.

Renri: Tarot cards? What lies are you spewing out?!

Luka?: As the descendant of the Izanami family tree, I was foretold of the chaos I would bring if I killed those three.

Hajime: That’s wrong! Why would she know of this stuff? That’s Prometheus stuff, not Izanami stuff!

Luka?: As you might not seen, I traveled back in time to give her the ability to forsee the future of any mortal being, even when she’s dead.

CarlosYT: (If we weren’t fast enough, we could have prevented this.)

Luka?: Time I eliminate every single living mortal. Starting with you.

AprilYT: NOOOOOO!!!

Miss the Vanilla/Chocolate Kingdom Deadline (Solo King)

Condtions: Do not meet Vanilla and Chocolate, and enter the Scremamel Tower alone.

CarlosYT: Alright, no turning back!

Hex: Hold on, I sense something that’s… that’s… very dark.

Hiyoko: TV head, stop trying to… I forgot.

Kaito: Whatever, I’m sure we’ll survive it by straight out luck.

Heidi: LOOK OUT!

Rubble from the tower starts hitting the floor and slowly kills every character.

CarlosYT: (Dang it, if I found a way to get to the top…)

Miss the Skiromo Deadline (King’s Pride)

Condtions: Fail to enter the Depths of Eden within 2 days

Ewella: We must be getting close to the Depths of Eden.

Neon stops everyone before continuing.

Neon: Wait, there are people in there.

Mistrare: The king there is talking to someone, isn't he?

Hex: Yes, he might be talking to someone by chance.

???: Someone, please...

CarlosYT: We need to run to the depths, someone is in danger!

Everyone makes it to the depths of Eden to the sight of two angels, a king, and a girl on the floor laying dead.

Vanilla: Was that you who killed that innocent girl?

???: Yes, it was me who killed her. She was nothing but a nuisance to Skiromo’s perfect path to glory.

Whitty: That is some utter BS! Murdering someone is not a reason on the path to glory!

AprilYT: Yes, alongside with that of unbecoming a king!

Skiromo: I rule my country, with the laws I make and are final. I can twist them to my will right here and right now!

Skiromo takes out a scroll & a pen.

Len: Oh no you don’t!

Len shoots an arrow to Skiromo but Adam blocks the shot.

Chocolate: Retreat! This guy’s power is too immense.

Skiromo locks the exit with his hand and Eve’s help.

Skiromo: Time I execute you.

CarlosYT: (I need to be faster next time- Oh, there’s no next time…)

Miss the Dr. K Deadline (Train of Death)

Condtions: Take the wrong train

CarlosYT: Michiru? Yeah, plus she's the leader on who's going to lead the invasion of this whole universe with a half DJ Unit, and two bands thanks to Hatsune Miku.

Dr. K: I finally found you all...

Dr. K: I have finally gotten you all under my trap.

Michiru attempts opening the door, but it results in failure.

Michiru: It’s impossible. How am I going to get past it.

Dr. K: Try all you want. I’d like to see you struggle.

Volk: What kind of BS were you putting us on?

The train starts moving six times as fast a bullet train can go.

Girlfriend: Oh, it’s game over.

Puro: Not if I say something.

Puro fights Dr. K and dies after not seeing the trap Dr. K has set.

Volk: Damn it!

Dr. K: I’ll leave. Figure out if you can stop the train.

CarlosYT: (Welp, time I repent my sins I guess.)

Miss the Former Creator Deadline (Deleted Future)

Condtions: Fail to reach the the throne within 30 minutes.

Unrecorded CarlosYT: We're getting closer to the top floor...

Unrecorded Kaito: If we take these stairs...

Melina: Then the throne...

Unrecorded CarlosYT: The Former Creator must be waiting there.

Unrecorded CarlosYT: Aak...

Unrecorded CarlosYT: The short period of time after you came back...

Unrecorded CarlosYT: It was the most precious thing I could ever imagine...

Unrecorded CarlosYT: It's like if we met back in that steampunk place, where you recognized most of us.

Unrecorded CarlosYT: You helped me get my old memories back which is something I'm debted to.

Demetrios: If you ever plan to leave... we'll try to be stronger.

Tsubaki: Whatever decision you make... You won't regret it.

Melina: So wherever you go, you could say "Don't underestimate our own team!"

Unrecorded CarlosYT: So...

Unrecorded CarlosYT: And at the final moment, make a decision that you will truly stick to at the end of it.

Resistance team: ...Promise?

Aak: Promise.

Everyone makes it to the final door before they see the Former Creator

Someone from the past peeks on the resistance.

???: Aak... good luck...

Aak: Did anyone hear something?

Tsubaki: No... it's your imagination.

Aak: Okay then.... We're finally ready to defeat this Creator!

Everyone enters the throne room of the Unrecorded Tower.

Former Creator: So, you finally made it... but you all are late.

Former Creator: Leader of the Resistance and Aak.

Former Creator: It's not polite for a high ranking person to wait for it's guests.

Unrecorded CarlosYT: Former Creator... You won't be going anywhere at all.

Former Creator: I know, but I'm supposed to say that!

Former Creator: Yet, naive… you fell into my trap.

Unrecorded CarlosYT: Wha-

The Former Creator Deletes everyone.

Season 2

Fail to stop Ciella (Abyss of Despair)

Condtions: Do not enter The Lost City of Sugarteara within 5 Days

Adventurer’s Sword: The crystal!

CarlosYT: What about it?

Adventurer’s Sword: It’s frozen and it is impossible to get it back.

CarlosYT: FUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Fail the 14th Reset (Twisted 8: Reset/Deletion)

Condition: Never rescue anyone, even within the 15 resets given

Location: ???: Lumin - Top Floor

CarlosYT: Huh, so this is Lumin...

Neon: (And here we are in the fifteenth reset...)

CarlosYT: Ow, my head hurts all of a sudden.

Renri: What’s that red beam?

Suzette: I see destruction!

CarlosYT: I failed to save them.

CarlosYT jumps off from Lumin.

Renri: NOOOOOOO!

The world is soon deleted and is left with no trace.

Optional: Fail to stop Abyssmare (A nightmare’s trap)

Condition (Either one or the other):

HP falls below 10% in Bad and Dark & Disturbia at the end

Fail to enter the Anniversary stage within tomorrow

Neo: That’s good enough. A hologram of the sunglasses man should do the trick.

Sophie: Are you sure to do this?

Neo: Yes. It’s time we counteract this calling card, into a tragedy she’d never forget.

Weronika: Then everything’s planned!

Elsie: It’s effective by the third song if they manage to survive.

Elsie: I’ve given the man a lance that cannot heal anyone at all.

Weronika: Wow…

Skipping to 3rd song.

CarlosYT: Sorry for the wait, I had to use my Anniversary outfit for this occasion since you all were meeting in the anniversary stage-

CarlosYT: Why is everyone in despair...?

Neo: One new person? It doesn't make a change. We've won.

CarlosYT: Not if I say a thing about it!

Audric: Tevor! Behind you!

Tevor: Huh?!

Tevor looks behind and sees a man in sunglasses.

Tevor gets stabbed in the chest.

Michiru: TEVOR!!

CarlosYT: What the heck? [Points to Neo] You four! Did you do this?!

Neo: Planned as perfectly.

Marshmallow: You freaking pricks! You know your actions have consequences!

Sophie: Not really, I used a command to evade the police.

CarlosYT: You…!

Tevor: [Bleeding] Sorry… It’s been good… meeting you all…

Tevor: [Bleeding] I wanted to tell…

CarlosYT: Michiru! Use “Aiming to be the Strongest!“ now!

Michiru uses Aiming to be the Strongest, but nothing happens.

Michiru tries again, but ends in failure.

Michiru: [Sobbing] I’m trying but it’s not working! I still see blood!

Michiru: [Sobbing] Why… Why are my skills not working?

Marshmallow: [Sobbing and punches Neo] You idiot!

Neo: Sorry, things had to be done.

Tevor: [Bleeding] Now… I saw… what was worse… than being the… criminal themselves…

Audric: [Gives a picture of him and his boyfriend] Take this. I know it will do nothing, but you can see him one final time in this picture.

CarlosYT: [Sad] Your clothes are stained in blood… I wanted to know you more…! To be friends of course, as well as introducing you my sister and other friends…!

Tevor: [Bleeding] Thanks… thanks everyone… you’ve helped… me in cases…

Tevor stops breathing and is on Michiru’s hands dead.

Michiru: [Crying while holding Tevor] Tevor! Why did you leave us behind…!

2 days later.

CarlosYT: (2 days after an incident I have witnessed…)

CarlosYT: (Michiru left the group and disbanded UniChØrd…)

CarlosYT: (My future self was disappointed alongside Melina and the alters and left to their time period.)

CarlosYT: (Len and the other members of my group found out and left due to my poor decisions…)

CarlosYT: (Mistrare, Clarte, and Milsha left to the church HQ.)

CarlosYT: (Meanwhile the others left for personal reasons.)

CarlosYT: (That miracle never came in the end…)

CarlosYT: (What have I done?)

Any ending dialogue (Applicable for: Easy, Normal, Hard, Expert)

Narrator: So, you have failed to reach your goal, do you want me to reset you back to the start of the chapter?

Yes

Narrator: So I see. Then let me send you back in time…

Reset back to starting chapter.

No

Narrator: So I see… you have failed to stop the following chaos.

Narrator: May this fate serve you as punishment.

Universal Collision

Any ending dialogue (A4FES difficulty)

Narrator: You have failed to continue the festival.

Narrator: That festival you wrought upon only gave disaster in the end.

Narrator: Until we meet again.

Universal Collision

[knowlessman]

idfk knowless got a pokemon game and then got pinkeye edition, bhna s4e10-14

oh yeah it's the plague doctor faction, with the tiefling kid

"you need to heal up so I can fight you to the death properly!" okay so this punchy guy wandered in from dbz then

yup. lockdown got redshirted -- so vampire girl can create clothes with her disguises, but because this writer is the way he is, that doesn't mean she can just transform her clothes when she morphs? wheretf did she put them, then? also aizawa fell for that ruse for like 0.5 seconds longer than he should've -- also also I have a feeling deku isn't gonna get the news that she infiltrated a school to whoever needs to know in time (or maybe that was revealed to them ages ago? I forget)

handface: "no, I don't know how to play chess. take your fancy-pants stradgedy and shove it, I do what I want"

"I can only read the future once a day, but luckily I'm also Batman"

"but we don't wanna work for the yakuza!" "we're gonna double-cross 'em." "on it!" he probably coulda just said "deku will be there" and the token protagonist-obsessed knife-licker would've shown up in a plague mask

(twice and vampire girl got hypnotized into saying how their abilities work) …wait, "my clothes transform with me, but they overlap with stuff because I purposefully wear clothes that sabotage my own ability just so I have to take them off?" …the fuck

mr zone of truth keeps holding his gun by the trigger. idjit's gonna shoot his own kidney out any moment -- sidenote, I imagine this confession guy's quirk is very popular in fanfic

"ultimate move: phantom threat!" you can't fool me, subtitles, I know what I heard 'XD it's jojo all over again

maybe don't scream your target's name when making a surprise attack tho? -- running time? you got the girl, I'm pretty sure chisaki's quirk is touch range… run away time?

…togata's not the main character tho. they ain't gonna let him solo this. …probably. -- ayup. hella move on the yakuza's part, tho - oh wait no, the dart probably wouldn't have erased eri's quirk, that's just her own quirk. he just guessed that togata wouldn't realize it wasn't a bullet, I guess. or that he wouldn't realize that it probably (?) wouldn't have any effect on eri.

…ngl, they did have me going for a second. I wasn't sure whether togata had somehow avoided the effects of the dart, or was gonna just Karate Kid it and beat chisaki to a pulp without powers, or what

goddamn after-credits scenes. -- oh wait so the after-credits bit here was just preview or something. well, fucked if I know

I still say Nighteye's future sight shouldn't make him able to dodge perfectly since it doesn't give him the superhuman speed to match his opponent's. -- …and there it is.

oh right, he ate the confession guy. …huh.

"then who was the deku we just saw" I was wondering how he got up there that fast. -- "…how DID we, kronk?" "well, you got me. I guess we copied that other teammate of ours and used his pokeball quirk to dig our way out" - wait a minute holy shit this is a lot of quirk copying going on. both these two can do it, Ditto from Class B can do it, it's a whole subgenre of superpower, huh

…subtitles, tiefling kid has been in the opening and outro for this whole arc. she's the macguffin of the whole thing. I know who Eri is.

"I have to go back…" eri's homura. calling it. we're about to re:zero this whole arc.

nighteye you have rock where most of your torso is sposed to be and an arm off, how in fuck are you still talking

"eri rewinds humans, so I just gotta keep taking damage to balance it out so I don't overheal and turn into a monkey!" …okay??? I guess??? -- I was just thinking how deku's power is kind of like if saitama's body wasn't immune to damage

you, sir, are a resident evil boss

hehe deku's hair kinda makes him look like a Bluper Saiyan here

(chisaki's backstory) "that girl is a person. does that mean nothing to you?" and I'm sure you, a mob boss, would be saying that even if she weren't your granddaughter

"midoriya… he changed the future…" actually I'm pretty sure that was little miss groundhog day who did that. -- altho, I guess it'd be a little much to assume that her ability actually fucks with the time continuum or whatnot, given that it seems that it just reverts bodies to earlier versions of themselves. it is pretty wonky that the first thing it does is healing and the second thing it does is erase quirks tho, rather than de-aging, and we haven't actually seen if it has any middle grounds (like other kinds of de-evolution) between that and complete annihilation.

(seer's gone) huh. …well, he did have a big ol' spike replacing most of his internal organs. maybe eri coulda done something, but tbf she can neither steer nor control what she does, so (according to chisaki) she'd probably have just turned him into a monkey anyway

[crossbowking]

Beneath The Stars

Summary: During a party, you find yourself growing closer to Eddie, sharing things you never thought would come to light.

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever Stranger Things fic! I'm super excited and a little nervous to share, but I hope I've done Eddie's character justice - he truly is such an incredible addition to the show and I'm fully obsessed with him :')

This story contains brief talk of mental health struggles, so trigger warning for those who would prefer not to read such topics!

Happy reading!

xx Jess

“Back! Back, you heathens!” you heard a voice shout from somewhere behind you.

Peering over your shoulder, you watched in amusement as Eddie Munson engaged in a pretend sword fight, facing off against the handful of partygoers that’d spilled through the open doorway after him. The corners of your mouth lifted at the sight, a familiar warmth settling in the pit of your stomach, though you were hesitant in admitting so.

For now, you’d blame the booze.

Eddie managed to herd the others back inside, the sound of Bon Jovi’s latest hit now muffled as he spun around and fell against the closed door, huffing a dramatic breath. When he noticed your stare, he held up a bottle of Jack Daniels he’d managed to snag, shooting you a lopsided grin. “Mission accomplished,” he jeered, taking a quick bow before sauntering towards where you sat on the front lawn.

You clasped your hands beneath your chin. “My hero,” you cooed in your best southern accent, batting your eyelashes as he plopped down beside you.

He unscrewed the top and flicked it away, the cap disappearing somewhere in the grass. “For you, m’lady,” he held the bottle out, offering you the first drink.

You grabbed hold of the whiskey and took a long swig, pulling a face as the liquor burned its way down to your belly. “Bleh,” you sounded through a shudder.

Eddie snorted a soft laugh as you passed the bottle back, his dark eyes catching yours over the rim as he brought the glass to his lips and took a drink.

You pulled your gaze away, feeling your stomach flip-flop.

Definitely the booze.

Corroded Coffin had played one of their first real gigs that night. It was a small venue, only about half-full, but it was something — it was exciting. You loved watching Eddie perform —it was like seeing someone come alive, truly come alive, right before your very eyes. It was one of the sides of him you loved most, the passion, the charisma, the secondhand thrill of experiencing him in his element.

Afterward, Gareth invited everyone back to his house since his parents were away for the weekend. Initially, there’d only been about a dozen people. But word of mouth moved far more quickly than anyone realized and suddenly, the small get-together had turned into a full-blown house party.

Not much of a partier yourself, you’d lasted about an hour inside the crammed house before you’d begun to feel overwhelmed, the jungle juice you’d drank sitting like a rock in the pit of your stomach. There were too many people, too little space, and not enough air. Before you could completely panic, you’d slipped outside, immediately feeling the tension in your chest loosen. 

Eddie had found you not long after.

“So, what’d you think of the show?” he asked, breaking the silence that’d stretched on. “Was it everything you dreamed of and more?” he smirked, flicking away a loose curl of dark hair that fell over his face.

A soft laugh bubbled out of you as you reached for the whiskey. “Mhm,” you hummed, taking another swig, feeling your limbs loosen, your muscles ease. “Thank you for allowing me to experience peak human existence, Eds. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you,” you remarked, your tone sarcastic as you played coyly with one another, a dance you knew all too well.

Eddie mirrored your mischievous expression before placing his palm against your cheek and pushing your face away, grabbing the bottle at the same time. “Hard liquor makes you sassy — noted,” he shot you a wink before swallowing another mouthful, his face twisting as the liquor burned through him. 

You leaned back on your hands with a contented sigh. “No, really though — I had a lot of fun,” you relented truthfully. “Watching you on stage is, like, one of my all-time favorite things.” 

The booze had turned you into a braver, more honest version of yourself. 

“Yeah?” he murmured in response, pressing the edge of the bottle against his bottom lip, an almost bashful smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

You swallowed the lump that grew in your throat. “Yeah.”

You’d never been more grateful for nightfall, otherwise, you were sure he would’ve noticed the redness creeping across your cheeks.

The alcohol had begun to numb you, clouding your mind and thickening your tongue, and before you could say anything else, you dropped onto your back with a huff. The grass tickled your bare arms, soft and dewy, the stars glistening against a cloudless, darkened sky. You shifted onto your side after a beat of easy silence, propping yourself up on your elbow. 

“What’d you wanna be when you grow up?” you asked quietly, ignoring the fact that you were both nearing your twenties, he a year sooner than you.

Eddie looked down at you, narrowing his eyes as if trying to decipher where the question had come from. When you simply met his gaze, intrigued and waiting, he tilted his head back, his hair falling in waves down his spine as he stared up at the sky, humming a breath in thought. “A goddamn rockstar,” he finally answered, peeking down at you and waggling his eyebrows before launching up to his feet, teetering slightly.

You grinned up at him, pulling yourself back into a seated position.

“I’m talkin’ world tours, sold-out stadiums, toilet seats made of goddamn gold or some shit,” he continued, painting a picture with the type of flare only Eddie Munson could muster before he spun around, his back now to you. “I love you, New York City!” he howled towards the empty street, holding his hands high above his head in triumphant fists as he imitated the sound of a roaring crowd, fully immersed in his fantasy.

As you brought the bottle of Jack he’d left behind to your mouth, a giggle slipped past your lips — a fucking giggle — and you decided to take that as a sign to slow your roll. You were feeling good, really good, and didn’t want to risk the night ending with the contents of your stomach…on the outside. 

You noticed that Eddie had turned back around and was now staring down at you, twisting one of his dark curls near his lips, the corner of his mouth quirking in a playful expression. He dropped down beside you in the next instant, tapping your nose with his index finger. “Boop.”

You swatted his hand away, stifling another laugh. “Uh, oh,” you shook your head at his antics.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one needing to ‘slow your roll’.

But Eddie appeared unaffected, shifting in the grass until you wound up face to face, just two feet between you. “Your turn, sweetheart,” he beamed before reaching towards you and pulling away a stray leaf that’d gotten tangled in your hair.

You crossed your legs beneath you, pretending the graze of his thumb against your cheek hadn’t set your skin ablaze. “I don’t know,” you shrugged, looking down in thought and twisting your hands in your lap. “When I was really little, I’m pretty sure I wanted to be a veterinarian?” you posed, the statement coming out more so a question than anything else.

Eddie quirked a brow. “A vet, huh?”

You nodded. “Mhm,” you sounded. “But then I found out I’d have to stick a thermometer up dogs’ asses and well, that dream was quickly squashed.”

His eyes widened, a surprised laugh rumbling from deep inside his chest as he leaned back and clapped once, the rings he wore clanking together at the motion. You watched him quietly, a small smile tugging at your lips, the sound of his laughter finding a nice, cozy corner in the back of your mind to call ‘home’. 

“Never pegged you as the squeamish type, L/N,” he remarked once settled, his features returning to their usual placidity — though something in his eyes had shifted, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

You merely shrugged, your voice lost beneath the heat of his gaze.

Eddie brought the side of his thumb to his mouth, chewing on the edge of his nail as he studied you. His eyes flickered down to your lips, lingering for no more than half a second, the movement practically imperceptible — but you saw it.

For the second time that night, you were grateful for the darkness.

“So, since all jobs that require the probing of anuses appear to be off the table,” he chaffed, a twinkle in his spirited gaze, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” he threw your question right back at you, cupping his hand beneath his chin, the intensity of his stare making you squirm.

Your shoulder met your ear in another half-hearted shrug. “I honestly have no idea.”

“Oh, come on!” Eddie exclaimed, his usual theatrics returning. “This big, beautiful world is your — metaphorical — oyster, and if you don’t dive head first into the oceans of possibility, you’ll never uncover any of the sweet, sweet, pearls life has to offer,” he declared with a cheeky grin. “End speech,” he finished, holding his arms out on either side of him as though awaiting a thunderous applause. 

You stared at him for a long moment. “You should stitch that shit into a pillow, Munson,” you retorted blankly.

Eddie tilted his head back and let out another resounding laugh. “What can I say, I’m an inspirational drunk,” he shrugged, albeit smugly, before he twisted around and fell back onto the grass.

You huffed a laugh of your own and followed suit, dropping down onto your back beside him, the sides of your arms just barely touching. 

Neither of you spoke for a long while, a pleasant quiet stretching on as you each rode out your buzz, laying beneath the stars. You fell lost in your thoughts as you studied the sky, the party continuing in the background, steady beats and bases thumping, the vibrations almost palpable from where you lounged.

“Still waiting for an answer, you know,” Eddie voiced then, breaking through the otherwise mindless noise.

You glanced over at him, the grass tickling your cheek as you shifted. He was much closer than you realized, less than a foot between you, the air suddenly growing thick. His dark eyes glistened in the moonlight, as though peering straight into the depths of yourself, the parts you hid from the rest of the world. But he said nothing else — he simply laid there and waited patiently.

You turned your face back towards the sky, scared of the sudden desire you felt to close the space between you.

“I guess if I’m being really honest, nothing’s ever — nothing’s ever stuck, you know?” you finally murmured, focusing on the stars instead of the feeling of Eddie’s eyes boring into the side of your face. “I think about it all the time — and people ask me all the time — and I…I just don’t have an answer,” you remarked. “I can’t say there’s one, singular thing that’s ever jumped out at me, that’s convinced me that that’s what I want to do for the rest of my life.”

Eddie hummed softly, knowingly.

You rested your hands against your stomach, drumming your fingers back and forth. “I mean, it’s kinda ridiculous, don’t you think? The pressure society puts on people our age to ‘have it all figured out’? It’s such bullshit,” you scoffed a humorless laugh, shaking your head as you continued “I wasn’t sure I’d even make it past the age of fifteen and now here I am, three years later, and it’s like —”

Your breath caught in your throat as your words registered, words you’d vowed would never come to light. Yet, there they were, floating between you, far too late to swallow back up.

Eddie stilled beside you — as though he’d turned to stone.

A soft sigh slipped past your lips as you sat up, forcing yourself not to look at him, afraid of what you’d see. “Sorry,” you murmured. “Definitely the booze talking there,” you quipped lamely, your attempt at humor falling on deaf ears.

Eddie slowly pulled himself up into a seated position beside you, remaining uncharacteristically silent. From your peripherals, you noticed him wrap an arm around his knee, twirling the rings laced around his fingers in absent circles.

Still, you didn’t dare look at him.

You’d never told anyone about that — about the dark place you’d found yourself in some odd years ago, the bleakness that’d followed you into adulthood, blanketing over your soul like thick, black ink, billowing like clouds of smoke around your lungs until it felt as though you’d never take another breath.

It wasn’t all bad, though.

Sometimes, the heaviness was manageable, neither staggering nor all-consuming. There were tricks and tips you’d learned over time to keep the sadness at bay — going for long walks, baking your favorite childhood dessert, surrounding yourself with those who exuded light, present company included.

It wasn’t all bad.

But voicing those thoughts aloud, allowing them to come to the surface, had made them real and not simply a figment of your overactive imagination. And now, they weren’t just yours alone.

Now they were his as well.

“You still feel that way?” Eddie whispered, a rare fragility to his words that sent your stomach plummeting.

You shook your head but when you noticed his downward casted eyes, you spoke up. “No — no, this was — this was a long time ago,” you said quickly. “I mean, everyone goes through rough patches, right? It was nothing. I’m fine. I’m good, I’m — yeah, I’m good,” you nodded though your words tasted like acid as they slipped off your tongue.

When Eddie finally looked over at you, catching your gaze, the small smile you’d plastered on your face faltered — you’d never seen him look so…so…

The thought hit you like a ton of bricks.

So fucking sad.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you urged, ready to do just about anything to bring back the old Eddie, the one you had before the night soured.

Eddie opened his mouth to respond, but when no sound came out, his expression eased in the slightest. “You mean like this?” he twisted his features in a cartoonish way — squinting one eye, sticking his tongue out, flaring his nostrils, breaking the tension.

A soft laugh slipped past your lips, relief flooding through you. “Yes, exactly like that,” you rolled your eyes, huffing a breath as you climbed to your feet, ready to put the discomfort to rest. “Come on, you weirdo,” you said fondly, reaching down and grabbing Eddie’s outstretched hand, pulling him up with a grunt.

You turned to head back inside, feeling your buzz beginning to disappear and really preferring that not to be the case — you’d much rather black out than face whatever it was that’d transpired a few moments ago and another glass or two of that jungle juice from earlier would most definitely do the trick.

But you’d only taken a single step when you felt Eddie’s hand lock around your wrist, yanking you backward and whipping you around in one fell swoop.

You gasped as your body crashed against him, his arms tightly enveloping you, one snaking around your back while the other slid along your waist. You stood stunned for a moment, your arms dangling limply at your sides as he pressed you flush against his chest, comforting you in the only way he knew how.

Then he ducked his head down, resting faint lips on the soft spot between your shoulder and neck, and any reserve you carried dissolved.

Winding your arms around his middle, you tucked your face against the side of his neck, his curls tickling your skin as you breathed in his scent — whiskey and leather, cigarettes and cedar. His pounding heart mirrored your own as one of his hands slid up to cradle the back of your head. Your eyes fluttered shut as you committed the feel of him to memory.

Then Eddie lifted his head, just an inch or two, and brought his lips close to your ear. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” he murmured, his voice nearing a rasp, sending a chill down your spine. “Even the sad shit?” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, tightening your hold around him in response, unable to formulate a single syllable but hoping he understood nonetheless.

“Good,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against the side of your head. He pulled back a few inches and brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face, resting his palm against your cheek. His gaze, warm like honey, regarded you steadily. “Don’t make me think of a world you don’t exist in,” he said quietly, his fingers slipping around the back of your neck with a gentle squeeze. “Don’t break my heart like that.”

While your voice remained lost, somehow, you managed a nod.

You hadn’t realized you’d started crying until a single droplet spilled over, a small smirk toying at the edges of Eddie’s mouth as he thumbed away the moisture. “Such a mush,” he teased, his tone laced with affection.

“Says you,” you sniffled, sliding your hands away from his waist, instead settling them against his chest, atop his jean jacket, toying with the pins fastened there.

Neither of you moved for a long moment, each holding the other in ways you hadn’t allowed yourself to before. When you gazed at him from beneath your lashes, you heard Eddie suck in a sharp breath. 

The dwindling space between you thickened without warning, his lingering thumb brushing back and forth over your cheek, your skin tingling beneath his touch. His eyes flickered down to your mouth, his usual bravado vanishing, making him look much more vulnerable as every nerve-ending in your body screamed at you to lean closer.

Your hands curled around the lapels of his jacket in anticipation, the material balled inside your fists as he tentatively began to bring his lips towards yours, the remaining gap between you nearly nonexistent when all of the sudden…

The door behind you ricocheted open with a deafening slam. 

You leaped away from each other, like snapping out of a trance, sounds from the party beginning to fill the air as Gareth abruptly stumbled into view, red solo cup in hand.

“Hey, we’re —” hiccup “— gettin’ our fuckin’ asses handed to us in there, guys!” he shouted, his words slurred as he swayed just outside the door, oblivious to the situation he’d just walked into. “Beer pong is —” hiccup “— no joke, okay? No —” hiccup “— joke,” he warned solemnly before holding up his pointer finger and letting out a loud and obnoxiously long belch.

Then without another word, he staggered back into the house.

A stretch of agonizing silence lingered as you stared at the door your friend had disappeared through, feeling slightly bewildered. But before you could completely shrivel up into a pool of mortification, you glanced over at Eddie — and despite the blush surely creeping up the base of your neck, you had to admit you felt slightly better seeing his equally sheepish expression.

“Well, that settles it then,” he announced suddenly, resolutely. “Gareth’s a dead man.”

You pressed a hand against your mouth, attempting to stifle your laughter as Eddie shot you one of his megawatt grins, the tension between you settling. 

Choosing to set aside the ‘almosts’ and ‘maybes’ for another day, you slowly began to make your way back to the house together, falling in step side by side.

“So, where should we hide the body?” you mused, the flirty banter you were accustomed to returning, the music from the party growing louder the closer you neared. 

Eddie’s brow shot up exaggeratedly, feigning surprise. “Look at you, sweet talkin’ me,” he smirked, sounding impressed as he tossed an arm across your shoulders and tucked you against his side.

You slipped an arm around his waist as you reached the doorway, tightening your hold. “Gee, wonder where I learned that from?”

A soft laugh rumbled from his chest as he pressed a gentle kiss against the side of your head.

And you simply melted. 

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[yandere--stuck]

Ok,,hear me out,,poly yanderes Pim and Charlie,, maybe they met you on a job as the person who needed help and Pim can't believe someone as lovely as you was so sad!! Dude because absolutely obsessed with making sure your happy and taken care off. Charlie feels like he'd be a more reluctant yandere at first, and after he falls for the darling he'd still be pretty chill. (I haven't watched the show in full, so I apologize if this isn't in character ^^)

DNFNDDNDNDJ Anon aaaaaaaaa I loved this ask so much, I HAD to write for it aaaaa

It's not exactly the same, but I hope you like it! c:

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Pim was crazy. He was crazy, he was crazy, he was crazy.

Okay, well, maybe crazy wasn't the best word. He was… Eccentric. He was quick to develop strong feelings for others, was incredibly affectionate, highly empathetic, and held a certain naivety for the world around him, despite his age. In fact, Charlie thought Pim was a great balance for him. Charlie didn't think himself a cynic, (more of a realist, really,) but Pim's almost constant optimism was a great pick-me-up, and besides that, he was a great friend and person. A perfect fit for the job of making people happy. Though, the guy couldn't help becoming a bit too invested in a client and their feelings. Pim could see a client's distress and become upset, himself. Charlie, however, took a more realistic, less emotional approach. Sure, it sucked when they couldn't make someone's day better, but hey, no one's perfect. For Pim, a frowning client meant a personal failure. For Charlie… Well, he tried his best, and the moment he went off the clock, he really didn't want to worry about work anymore. His Ma always said he'd be a good therapist, able to separate himself from certain people and situations so as to not dwell on them too much. That's what made the two of them such a great team.

The point was that Pim had his share of eccentricities, as did Charlie, and the yellow critter was well aware of that and accepted his friend for who he was. What Charlie did not accept was Pim projecting his shit onto him! 

The critter groaned softly as he sank onto his bed, rubbing the bridge of his snout. Freaking Pim…

Digging out his phone, Charlie squinted up at the screen as he scrolled through his friend's recent messages. A bunch of nonsense about how badly they needed you, how you deserved to be taken care of, that he knows Charlie feels the same, that they need to-

Charlie made a face, swiping away from the messages. Ugh, he didn't want to deal with this right now. He grumbled to himself as he set his alarm, placing his phone facedown on the nightstand beside him before settling in for the night. Turning over to face the wall, Charlie let his eyes fall shut as his mind began to wander. 

God, Pim had been acting so weird. Whatever the hell had come over him, Charlie prayed that it would pass. It wasn't exactly out of the ordinary for Pim to develop a crush on someone, what with the whole Shrimp and Jennifer thing, but a crush was one thing. Obsessive infatuation was on a whole different level. Charlie gritted his teeth. Ugh, whatever. Whatever! Pim could be a weirdo if he wanted, but he didn't have to drag him into it. Charlie didn't need you...

Well. Okay, maybe a little. But, you know, that's normal! Friends needed each other. They thought about each other all the time, craved each other's companionship. And hell, the three of you had hit it off so well when he and Pim first met you as their client. In fact, it was the most fun Charlie had had on a job in a long while. It was a blast hanging out with you - getting you out of the house, seeing the sights around the city, going to Daveland, shooting the shit and making each other laugh. And your smile… He loved your smile. It made his chest feel so warm and light. And, God, were there butterflies in his stomach?

… What was he saying? Oh, right. Despite making you happy in the moment, it was clear that your unhappiness hadn't stemmed from a particularly bad day, but an ongoing mental health issue - which he and Pim wanted to help with! But, they weren't exactly mental health professionals. So, Pim had set up an appointment to get you a psychiatrist (and offered to come with, in case you were especially nervous), and Charlie had recommended a few therapists in the area. Besides that, he and Pim made sure to text you often, and hang out at yours or one of their places, or around the city. You were always incredibly grateful, even stating that you didn't deserve it, but the two smiling friends were quick to dissuade those thoughts. Your friendship and knowing that they were helping someone out was gift enough.

And everything was great and fine and chill, until Pim started acting off. Like, really off. Pim never half-assed jobs! But now, all he seemed to be able to think about was getting the job done so he could get back to you. And, well… Okay, maybe that was a bit hypocritical. Charlie, on occasion, would tune out of whatever they were doing to think about you or text you or… But, hey, that was usual for him, right? Charlie usually took a backseat with clients, emotionally speaking. He wasn't usually too invested. He wasn't the one acting weird here, Pim was. Unlike his friend, Charlie hadn't changed his behavior at all, and he couldn't believe his best friend would try to convince him otherwise. Just because he daydreamt about you or constantly had you on his mind or made sure to text you consistently and got nervous if you didn't respond right away or went out of his way to go to places he knew you'd be or walked by your home before going to his own every night to make sure you were safe, it-... That. That didn't mean anything. It didn't.

He… This was so stupid. He didn't want to think about this anymore. He just wanted to go to sleep. He'd go to sleep and never, ever think about this again for forever. Or until the morning. Whichever came first. 

Just. Sleep. Just go to sleep. All he had to do was sleep. Come on. The critter let out a frustrated growl as he clenched his eyes shut, closed eyes boring deeply into the darkness that made up his vision. He focused so intensely that colors began to pop up within the blackness, swirling in asymmetrical patterns across his vision. 

Charlie sighed deeply, body shuddering as he did. Freaking Pim, this was all his fault. Making him paranoid about you. Was this his plan or something? To try to reverse-psychology his way into convincing Charlie to not go for you-

Wait, no. No. Where did that thought come from? He… Charlie didn't like you like that.

… Or did he?

And when Pim sent those messages, it made it sound like… Like he wanted the both of them to share you, take care of you, to make you happy. Butterflies fluttered in Charlie's stomach again, and underneath his fur, his face burned.

God, what a mess. He was too tired for this. Too tired to deal with this and having to get up early in the morning. He just wanted to sleep, but you and Pim haunted his thoughts.

Charlie let his whole body go loose. Fine. Maybe… Maybe Pim was right. His brain could think up whatever weird bullshit it wanted, just let him sleep and he'll deal with the ramifications in the morning. He didn't care.

He imagined… You. Lying prone on under his covers, Charlie felt his fingers twitch, itching to reach out and touch you. So, in his mind, he did. He was a big guy, and despite not being particularly affectionate, he'd been told he gives great hugs. Would you think so, too? Did you imagine what it would be like in his hold? His body so close it was like you were melding together, the shapes of your body fitting together perfectly. 

And you'd be… Maybe on a picnic? Or having fun at Daveland? Some sort of fancy restaurant that he couldn't actually afford? Nah, Charlie didn't really need anything fancy to be with the person he loved. The… The people he loved. You and he and Pim, chilling at his place. It'd be late at night. He'd put a movie in that you'd already seen before like a million times, but you still loved watching it. You in his lap, using him as a pillow as you laid back, and Pim able to sit in your lap thanks to his small stature.

You'd eat comfort food and snacks together, repeating the lines you'd memorized by heart and cracking jokes and making each other laugh. You might not even make it through the entire movie. Charlie figured he wouldn't. He'd feel… So warm. So nice and warm and safe and… Complete. Holding the two of you, the two people he loved most in the world, falling asleep with the feel of you and Pim close to his heart.

And then Charlie shot up, morning light flitting in through slightly parted curtains as he alarmed blared loudly next to him. Turning, he fumbled with his phone before finally dismissing the alarm and plunging the room back into silence.

God, morning already?

Charlie groaned, rubbing the sleepiness from his face with both of his hands, fingers brushing against his snout. Sighing heavily, Charlie squinted down at his phone, eyes burning at the sudden light. He managed to open his messages - two recent ones. A good morning text from you, and one from Pim. The critter's heart fluttered, from affection and anxiety.

Charlie bit his lip, before shaking his head and begrudgingly getting out of bed, away from the warmth and comfort of the blankets and his fantasies.

Mornin', Charlie! I hope you thought over what I said yesterday. I'll see you later!

Pim… Pim had been right. He did need you. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to take care of you. They both did.

But, that didn't mean Pim wasn't crazy. It just meant they both were.

[photosworthseeing]

Blog recommendation of the month

October 2022 - @blsphoto

Interview

1. When and how did you start getting interested in photography?

I started photography in 2013 but more seriously in 2014 after an injury that immobilized me for several weeks. So I took advantage of this time to learn shooting modes, manual shooting, photography vocabulary and techniques. I was first very methodical in learning how to use the camera and then I took a lot of time to discover and learn the composition. I quickly turned to street photography, first in black and white and then in color. I evolved and improved my equipment and my technique and independently, without training or lessons.

2. If you had to describe yourself as a photographer in one sentence, what would that sentence be?

I would use the well-known sentence of Henri Cartier Bresson:

“To photograph is to put the head, the eye and the heart on the same line of sight.”

3. Is there anything you learned during your photography journey that you wish you had known when you were just starting out?

It’s not the material that makes the picture. Of course the need for quality is often linked to the price that we put in a camera. However, this is not a sufficient rule. I took beautiful photos with an entry-level camera or my smartphone that I will not do again with my current camera which is more expensive. You have to find a camera that suits your practice and adapts to your lifestyle.

4. What inspires you?

I really like street photography in general, but more specifically some street photographers who focus on capturing portraits of offbeat people. I really like characters that are a little out of time in everyday street scenes. I am also very inspired by the vintage atmosphere reminiscent of the films of the time, the night street photos which I still do not do enough and also the style of the street photographers who work in Asian atmospheres like Japan.

5. How would you describe your photography?

My photography is “local” street photography. It is local because it is not in New York, Paris or London that I practice it like the great photographers but rather the towns and villages of my region of Brittany in FRANCE. This gives a more rustic photograph but with urban codes. I’m obsessed with people’s posture. Respecting image rights, I want people to be able to imagine people without seeing their faces.

Technically, I photograph discreetly but without hiding. I value my subjects without trapping them. I immortalize them only to respect them. I never go out without my camera bag !

PWS - Stephi

[amaya-writes]

I’m not sure if you take letter requests multiple times, but I was wondering if you could do B for mammon (or another character of your choosing). If you don’t, that’s okay! Regardless, I loved how the initial fic came out!

Part 1: Asmo and Levi Part 2: Mammon Part 3: Lucifer, Beel and Belphie

Notes: I did this seperate from the event since I wanted to write it.

Warnings: break-up themes, unrequited love/feelings, VERY harsh breakup. Seriously, don't read it if you've recently been dumped or have a sensitive heart.

Characters involved: Mammon (obey me)

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

He was doing it again. Ignoring you to divulge in one of his new money-making schemes or do his modelling shoots.

The sight of Mammon sat comfortably on his bed counting the stacks of bills around him would have usually elicited a small smile on your part, but this time you couldn't help but feel a deep-seated annoyance bloom as you finally snapped.

"Why am I even here?"

"I don't know. You're the one who came."

The way Mammon didn't even bother to look up from his money before speaking only served to worsen your annoyance, making you abandon your seat near the pool table to walk towards him.

"Seriously? What is wrong with you?"

His fingers stopped flipping through the money for a single second before once again continuing, with his pace somehow speeding up more than before.

"What is wrong with you, huh?"

You recoiled at the response, but were quick to fire back as you finally let your thoughts be known.

"It's like you don't even have time for me anymore!"

The way you practically screamed the words made the white-haired demon let out a warning growl as he threw down the stack of bills previously in his hands.

"Maybe I don't want to have time for you!"

Mammon whirled to face you as he spoke, with all traces of the loving boyfriend you knew vanishing to make room for the infamous avatar of greed you had been warned to stay away from.

"Maybe I have more important things to do than run around some stupid human! Damn you really are self-centred, aren't you?"

You couldn't help but feel the fire in you die down at his words, with your anger being replaced with the bitter tinge of sorrow that had tears pooling in your eyes.

"You don't mean that."

You sounded weak.

You sounded pathetic, docile and humane compared to his aggressive, assertive and demonic tone.

"Oh, I do. What, thought I was obsessed with you, huh?"

Mammon took a step towards you as he spoke, and then another, and another, until you found yourself taking a step backwards for every one he took forward.

"Thought that I was just some pathetic little demon boy who would chase after you?"

"I didn't-"

You felt your back hit the rough surface of his door as you spoke, making you flinch as Mammon took his last step to be up in your face.

"Oh, but you did! You loved it, didn't you? Well guess what-"

Mammon reached out one of his hands as he spoke, with the action causing you to quickly squeeze your eyes shut as yet another rivulet of tears cascaded down your face.

"-I'm done. I have better things to do than waste time with some stupid human."

His words were like a stab in your heart, but it was the click of the door being unlocked that really had you breaking down.

Mammon gave you a small once-over before turning away and returning to his bed, where he once again began to count the stack of bills around him.

You should have just left, really, you should have, but some part of you refused to admit that this was it. That the demon who had seemingly loved you, who had always pestered and cared for you since day one, just broke your heart.

"Mammon-"

He didn't even bother looking up at the sound of your croaky voice, only responding once you repeated his name again.

"Just leave, human. I said I'm done. We're done."

It was then that you finally broke, with one of your hands resting on your mouth to muffle your sobs while the other yanked open his room door for the last time.

It hurt, it really did hurt, yet through it all, you found yourself wondering whether he was right. Whether you deserved getting your heart broken after taking him for granted and thinking of him as just another strong demon who fell for the human exchange student.

You had chosen him. You had treated him as an option.

It hurt, but maybe getting your heart broken by Mammon was what you deserved after all.