#oh who am i to write this. i know precisely everything that's bothering me

[noxtivagus]

getting back into a lot of my old interests again lately hehe

[savagewildnerness]

OK!  Thoughts on S2E2, Do you know what it means to be loved by death?

I love the gold (Pegasus?) statue Louis and Claudia sit upon at the start of the episode

“We’ve been together 77 years Daniel.” …”44 more than he did with Lestat.” LOL Armand (I agree with Daniel: “Keep selling it!” !!!!)

LOL @ Louis’ Parisian neck scarf

The fashion plates Claudia has cut out and stuck inside her bed… my heart

Louis looks so good in the red darkroom light, oh my!

Claudia asking Louis who he is reminded me of my thoughts the other day (a very brief summary):

Louis is afraid to look deeply within himself at who he is, in case he is not perfect, as he needs to believe he is.  But he does believe he deserves love.

Conversely, Lestat knows himself - for his evil especially, and despite it all, he still likes himself mainly. But he is afraid he is utterly unloveable.

Claudia talking about a new brain in her head and Armand a new body for her brain… are they *really* going to go there?  It is seeming like it?

I like Madeleine from the wee bit we saw, and I love Claudia’s dress

“It’s just Rashid” LOL

The first meeting of Armand and Louis:

Armand is like a poem made into the form of a being - the way Assad’s Armand speaks, how he looks, how he looks at Louis: he radiates a quiet peace, calm & poetic gentleness, which gave me shivers and goosebumps. Like the beautific gaze of an angel. All added to by Daniel Hart’s divine score, reflecting exactly the same emotions. This is how Armand is often described in the books (until he’s not), but because of the extremes Armand can go to, I don’t often think of this calm, angelic, almost innocent side to him so much… but oh how I felt it

I love how the lamp lights flicker.  It’s like a fairytale romance and everything about it: down to “I will not harm you” is exactly as Louis would wish to hear

SANTIAGO!  I love Ben Daniels.  I love Santiago’s outfit and his eyes and his theatricality and his evident cleverness.

Interesting how dilapidated the Theatre des Vampires is.  Seems like it hasn’t been updated since the ’20’s - half empty; broken bulbs… I am sure we have more to hear on this in the show…

Love how Armand brought cinema into the plays

The plays though have such a tawdry, distasteful feel.  I would agree with Louis’ and Lestat’s visceral dislike of them, even before the human sacrifice.  Though I do like the Brecht vibes.  But it is such a contrast to S1 Lestat and Louis at the Opera…

LOL @ Louis’ face seeing the portrait of Lestat!  And “They’ve got a shrine to him!” Hahaha

Whaaatttt @ Santiago and star charts!! Hahahahaha??!?!?!

Claudia on Loumand… I guess we have our answer now as to whether the vampires really are having actual sex and exactly how!  Cheers Claudia!!!

Roget knowing about Lestat potentially sleeping… interesting…

I’ll copy and paste from elsewhere my thoughts on the Loustat scene…

“Do not waist life…” - Oh Lestat, the illiterate boy & young man you were; so desperate to learn & be good, with a Mother for whom knowledge & escape through books was her only solace… who couldn’t even be bothered to teach you the alphabet.  Now, with your preternatural skills, you can read & write & do any thing you wish… but of course - it makes sense that you would never have entirely learned how to spell, or at least that there’d be the odd, common words you didn’t know. (Occurence, too.) Little details, breaking my heart even more. Thank you everyone for caring so much, you thought about the spelling of Lestat’s letter. I noticed. I care about every tiny detail like this & feel it, like love: deep in my soul.

Also: is Dreamstat *really* going to make me cry in every single episode of season 2, even when he’s barely in the episode for a breath?! (1 min 40 seconds to be precise!) He made me cry in episode 1, and here he made me cry too. 

Oh Louis: to read this letter & all your internal pain & shame & sorrow & guilt & love to deepen, I’m sure even more. Oh Sam, how you spoke the letter. Oh Lestat’s outfit, from their first “date”….

Another link to the episode title here -  Do you know what it means to be loved by death? too

For anyone who’s like the full text of the letter:

“My Louis

In the event you are reading this, something dreadful has occured, which is not my own death, but rather the fact that we now both exist (e?) in two different worlds.

Do not waist life seeking revenge on the person or persons responsible. Do not give them the satisfaction of the hunt. Let their treachery eat them from within and instead…”

(Continued as spoken…)

“And you… you go carry on with your living. Know only this, Mon Cher, you are the only being I trust and whom I love, above and beyond myself.

All my love belongs to you. You are its keeper. A veil will now forever separate our union. But it is a thin veil… and I am always on the other side, my face pressed up against your longing.

Lestat de Lioncourt”

Alice truly doesn’t exist, does she?  Armand: what *have* you done to Daniel!?!  Is all of his life a lie? Is Daniel's shaking here evidence that Armand's mind-altering has had physical impact on Daniel too?  And Louis clearly knows some of it too… though I presume not the love part…. And THEY MUST LOVE EACH OTHER like Devil’s Minion which always makes me sob. (Or maybe Alice does exist, but Armand is why she wouldn’t marry Daniel?)

Oh Claudia - your GLEE at Murder mansion

“I like how you withhold” - Armand providing your next chat up line - you’re welcome!

OMG we’re going to actually see Nicolas play violin!  I am SO SCARED!  I hope I’ll adore it and I have faith in the show makers. But, I have also seen so much terrible violin miming (it makes me wonder, when people play surgeons, is what they are doing this annoyingly unrealistic too and I just have no idea!?!) and it is particularly noticeable, as usually piano miming is very good!  Anyway, I know it is such a minor thing in the greater scheme of things, but I know I will be so irritated if it doesn’t look like Nicki is playing the violin.  And it’s only that telly violin miming is so notoriously bad.  Oh, please - let me believe in it!  I BEG!

[gold-rhine]

Hsr update was a thing that happened... I'm just wondering what is HAPPENING with the writing?? Like it was never good imo but they know how to write in a few companion quests. Like belebog are y'all okay?? I've unistalled the game temporarily so I can have space for my other games but am wondering if I should even bother going back (I probably will for Like a character design I like or for nanook or yaoshi or xipe) the story just keeps getting more confusing in terms of direction. Like what are they trying to show here? Even the game play can't keep my attention long.

Anywhoo I think this can all be fixed if they just give the people what they want

Nanook

right???? like idk whats happening on luofu bc they don't tell you shit and i'm not piecing together drama from expedition clues, thank you very much.

but for belobog its like. hsr spoilers btw. first we gonna lie to ppl that the tyrant that segregated half of them in underground mines without ever letting them see the sun and sent the other half to senseless wars with monsters is a hero actually. so they don't lose hope and bronya gets to conveniently step into position of tyrant herself, which everyone is like yeah she's the best option, shes so great!

then space amazon shows up and demands that they own the entire planet to cover 700 yold debt. they promise to solve ecological catastrophe, but everyone is gonna be amazon slave now. which ok, i can believe space amazon is this scummy, sure. but then instead of fighting it, instead of finding out precisely whats gonna happen to people, asking success rate, which methods are gonna be used, you know, asking ANYTHING. bronya reads letter from amazon union breaker executive whos like "my planet was bad too, and then we were sold to amazon and everything is a-okay now, so amazon's slavery is good actually:) you should trust me:)"

bronya is like hhm she sounds trustworthy:) then she asks opinion of like. 10 ppl. and is ready to sign ALL OF HER PLANET TO AMAZON SLAVERY

then himeko shows up like hey so i googled it, and amazon terraforming only succeeds in 60% of cases, otherwise you guys might die. bronya is like wow no slavery then >:\

and then she wins over amazon executive corporat by showing like. the giant engine first tyrant ordered to make. and union breaker, who btw took control of all robots and already sent them against local military AND fought main character directly, is like oh wow! your planet has strong leaders which my planet didn't, so your planet can stay free :)

like... the implications... bc "strong leaders" are literal tyrants... who, again, locked half of ppl into underground mines... and last tyrant was ready to destroy the whole planet... that these tyrants are the reason belobog is special from "weak" planets who can't survive by themselves and need to be owned by amazon... like what the actual fuck hoyo

oh and then we're supposed to feel sorry for amazon corporat bc she got demoted one rank :( boohoo i hope she gets shot, like?? are you kidding me??

its like if nahida didn't took akasha down, and instead dottorre demanded she has to let him use all the power of akasha and energy from sumeru's ppl minds as payment for akademiya debts. and she convinced him not to with power of friendship (but she kept exploiting ppl's dreams with akasha). and then we see a scene where dotorre is reprimanded by tsaritsa and we're supposed to be sad for him. like lol. lmao even.

also, i think plot expects me to fight nanook in the end. which like. no. i hope yall are getting crushed by his giant gold titties.

[takeyourcyanide]

This is going to be difficult for me to coherently put, but I’ll try.

The Mind Electric (Miracle Musical) means a lot to me - which is really saying something. I’ve been religiously listening to it for years now, and I only wish I could’ve discovered it sooner, as little me would’ve been astounded at just how relatable it was. It would’ve been a sort of comfort, just as it is now.

I don’t know if this was what they were going for when writing the song, but it is possibly the most accurate and respectful depiction of schizophrenia I have ever seen within any form of media. And it’s only more impressive if none of the members of the band happen to be on the schizophrenic spectrum themselves.

(A lot of rambling about the lyrics and shit and the song below the cut)

I don’t even know where to begin with the song itself. It is the most profound and excellent piece of art I have ever had the pleasure of listening to. It expertly tells its story through not only what are some of the best lyrics I have ever heard, as someone who listens to everything under the sun, but also through all of the background noises and conversations that even play during the singing itself. The distortions are representative of not only fading, incoherent, burning (caretaker reference), and non-chronological memories, but also the desire to possibly not think of oneself in a certain way or simply not seeing oneself in a particular light (the referring to himself as insane) but being forced to, or struggling to recall one’s memories. The way in which the song builds up, only to hit at the end is masterful. The way in which he begs, he pleads for just a semblance of sympathy and understanding - for the help he has become so utterly desperate for… There are no words that can convey what I’d like to express. The background noises can also be representative of not only the electric chair (various zaps and such), but also hearing whispers and indiscernible sounds at random times (schizophrenia). I love how they depict just how the judgmental, pompous, and stigmatizing nuns, judges, and doctors can ultimately be, especially towards those with a mental illness - like in the lyric “here in my kingdom I am your lord I order you to cower and pray.” In the lyric video, pray flashes between pray and prey, which can be interpreted as both these mental health professionals preying on their patients, especially at the time the electric chair was thought to be a good form of treatment, but can also be interpreted as your own brain preying upon you, you being the prey in its kingdom. Oh and this also goes along with the line “condemn him to the infirmary.” It is detailing how patients are treated in psychiatric wards and hospitals and such, of course. Perhaps it’s a bit of both. They wonderfully depict how cognitive decline feels - how it feels to observe as you agonizingly deteriorate before your own two eyes, and how no one seems to understand what is ultimately happening, simply settling on essentially torturing you (electric chair), not taking you seriously or listening to you because you’re below them and “insane.” I love how, at the end, he says “Doctor, I can’t tell if I’m not me.” A constant in and out, losing yourself and gaining yourself back momentarily, only to feel yourself being taken away by the static once more. You’re too distracted by the incessant noise, by how difficult it is to simply live to even bother with whatever you used to, only making it more difficult to live - a constant cycle, a constant battle. By the end, there will only be a shell of what was once you. You can either accept their “miracle cures” or die. You can tiene accept their scrutiny or face the most horrifying death imaginable. Because you have to live and watch as you still have your body, but not longer yourself. I love the line “see how your brain plays around and you fall inside a hole you couldn’t see.” Precisely. You don’t even realize when you fall into the hole. Things are just exponentially worse, but it’s as though it’s always been that way, and you know no else. “Please help me understand what’s going on inside my mind.” At this point, you’re willing to accept their medication, their torture, because you can’t fucking take it anymore. It’s a desperate plea. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I so different? Why I am struggling so much? You cry out for help only to be either turned away or judged throughout treatment, treated like a dog needed to be whipped into submission.

And GOD do I love “see how the serfs work the ground and they give it all they’ve got and they give it all they’ve got and you give it all you’ve got til you’re down.” BECAUSE YES. Absolutely. You give it everything, but you’re essentially fighting a losing battle. You walked into a war you knew you were going to lose and fought like hell anyway, only to end up institutionalized, or unable to simply exist anymore.

Just every single lyric. Every single fucking lyric. I could go on about this forever with anyone who would be willing to listen. I have more to say.

Not to mention nuns being involved, as religion was often viewed as its own cure if I’m not mistaken, like schizophrenics used to be thought of as demon possessed. It’s clear this is set somewhere in most likely the nineteenth century, as many source say electric chairs/electroconvulsive therapy were in use primarily from the 30s to the 70s. They declined in the 60s and 70s, but apparently saw a resurgence in the 80s. Anyway. The way it begins with the whole song in reverse? Anyway, I am done for now.

[lcs-library]

hi :) i had a bad day, a few days ago there was some problem in my family. can you write omi, tsumugi, chikage (if you feel like just one of them that's also ok) comforting their s/o who has run away from home due to family problems? thank you

Hello!! That seems terrible, and I hope your situation gets better :(. In the meantime, I hope you can find comfort in my writing, and I’m actually honored you’d come to me with such a personal request. So, with everything I’ve got, please enjoy these!!

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Omi

📷It was just a hard day for you. You wanted nothing more than to just relax a bit in a space away from it all. Away from all the people who had hurt you.

📷 For you, that meant holing up in your room with a video game. Not that it did you any good.

📷The tears still flowed, the pain in your chest didn’t go away, and you still wanted an escape.

📷That was, until there was a knock at the door.

📷”Hey, you’ve been in there for a while. You okay?”

📷A familiar voice rang through the door. Omi’s, to be precise.

📷The second you heard it, you tried to clean yourself up a bit before answering.

📷”’M fine.”

📷”Mind if I come in?” He asked gently, noticing the tone of your voice.

📷”Go ahead.”

📷When he entered, he found a wet, crinkled mess of a person.

📷”Oh.” Omi’s voice softened along with his expression as he shut the door and made his way over to you.

📷”Did something happen?”

📷You shook your head, hesitated, contemplating, then nodded.

📷”Wanna talk about it?”

📷”I guess. Just some issues that led me here are coming up again. It’s a long story.”

📷”I can settle in.”

📷And so you tearfully recounted your tale as Omi rubbed your back, not saying a word.

📷After a while, all he could come up with was “I see.”

📷There was a bit more silence before he spoke again.

📷”I can’t say I know exactly what you went through, but I had a similar experience when my mom died. The family fell apart, leaving me in charge, and running away led me down a pretty dark path. Hell, I lost my best friend down there. But I found my way here. And it’s all I could have ever hoped for. So, I hope you’ll find that place too, if you haven’t already. Either way, I’ll be there the whole time. No matter what. I’ve got you, and all I want is your safety.”

📷His sentiment was sweet, even for one who didn’t bother with flowery language much.

📷And yet, it made the already overflowing emotions run even more rampant, leading him to hold you close.

📷”I’ve got you. You won’t have to worry anymore. I promise.”

📷No matter what he did, he wanted you to feel safe, even if just for a bit.

📷And you couldn’t be any more grateful.

Tsumugi

🥚After moving in with Tsumugi, you finally decide to reveal something huge to him about your situation.

🥚Through tears and stammers, you somehow manage to explain why you ultimately rushed moving in with him.

🥚During your entire speech, he made sure to keep quiet, allowing you to get all of your words out, no matter how hard it was.

🥚Once he was entirely sure you were finished talking, he finally spoke up in the softest voice he could muster.

🥚”Though I can’t say I know what that’s like, I do want to let you know that I’m here for you, no matter what. I’ll do anything I can to help you, whether that be resolution or avoidance, just let me know what’s safer. But for now, let’s not focus on that. Let’s just sit here for a bit, okay? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. Is it alright if I touch you?”

🥚You nod, and he pulls you into a hug.

🥚”There we go. You mind if I stroke your hair?”

🥚Another nod.

🥚”Alright. Just know you’re not alone anymore, alright? I’ll always be here, and even when it seems like nobody’s on your side, I am. You don’t deserve to be alone.”

🥚Somehow, his words made your tears flow even more, and you buried your head into his shoulder.

🥚Tsumugi made a sort of “aw” noise as he felt your body shake in his arms before murmuring sweet affirmations against the top of your head until you cried yourself to sleep.

🥚But just before you could fall asleep, he gave you a soft kiss to the forehead.

🥚”I love you. And don’t worry, I’ll be here whenever you need me.”

Chikage

🌶️”You know, we’ve never talked about how you joined the company, Chikage,” was what you decided to bring up in the Mankai dorm’s common room after an exhausting practice.

🌶️”How I joined? I used the process the rest of the company did: ask, audition, join. Why are you so curious all of a sudden?”

🌶️”Mm. Just thinking about it.”

🌶️”Well,” he replied with a sly smile, “How about I flip the question right back at you? How did you join?”

🌶️”Same process.”

🌶️”Why did you join, then? Why here?” Chikage asked, sitting beside you, hoping to toy with you a bit.

🌶️The intention didn’t quite reach, however.

🌶️It was as if the question was a gunshot.

🌶️Tears quickly pricked your eyes, and your voice became choppy.

🌶️After finding your words, you explained why and how you ran away only to find this place before your body crumpled against the couch.

🌶️Chikage’s demeanor immediately changed. His eyes widened a bit, and it was as if some sort of mask had slipped. He was hit with a flood of memories and a sense of kinship.

🌶️He remained silent for a bit before finally speaking up, eyes focused on his hands held on his knees.

🌶️”I did the same thing, you know. Not that this was the first place it led me. It actually led me to a pretty dangerous place at first. There, I found a family, then lost it. It broke me, but it led me here, and, despite what I did when I first came here, I found a home and a family. Listen, what I’m trying to say here is that,” he sighs, finally looking over at you, his expression having lost all signs of deception, “I hope that happens to you too. You’ll be happy and safe by the end of this alright?”

🌶️And for the first time since you’d met him, his smile wasn’t fake.

🌶️You finally looked up at him, and, though blurry, he looked so strangely serene in that moment.

🌶️Though you felt it may have been a bad idea, you draped your arms around him to place your head into the crook of his neck, your body shaking as you cried.

🌶️Hesitantly, he returned the action, awkwardly hugging you.

🌶️”You’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of it.”

🌶️You know he’s serious, right? Like he’ll probably commit crimes to make sure you’re safe.

[negativezeros]

Dissolved girl

Hey so I’m kinda new to this site. Not too sure how to use it but I was looking for some places to share my writing. The excerpt below is one of the three chapters I’ve currently written, hope yall like it :)

Maisie Barret is a interesting woman. First of all, it isn't Maisie, it's Maze. At least to most people it is. She never really was a fan of the name Maisie, so she just tells everyone to call her Maze. Second, she never learned how to drive a car, not officially at least, not even ever having a permit. Why then she is currently parked on the side of the road, alone, with no one around for miles? That's a bit of a long story.

Maze is struggling to read a map that she found in the glovebox of the car. All she can tell is that she is on some interstate in southern Pennsylvania, which one? No clue. "Aren't there supposed to be signs on roads?" She grumbled to herself. Sinking back in the seat of the car and letting out a groan of frustration. Saying she grew up sheltered would be a understatement, living in the middle of bumfuck nowhere for most of the 23 years she's been on earth. She was about ready to start cursing out that, when she heard the sound of a car engine approaching, far behind her. She turned around to look out the back window and breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, someone might be able to help. But as the car rolled into view, it showed itself as a police officers car. This caused Maze to stiffen up, reaching under the seat and feeling for something. She touches it, a gun, a pistol to be more precise. What kind of pistol? Hell if she knows. A bullet comes out all the same. After confirming it’s still there, she doesn't grab it and looks back out the window. Seeing the car is getting closer, she steps out in hopes to grab the drivers attention.

She is able to, as the officers vehicle pulls over behind hers. The man steps out, walking over to her with a confused look on his face. "What seems to be the problem her ma'am." The officer asks her in a kind voice. Maze unfolds the map she has in response, turning it towards the man. "Oh I'm just a bit lost out here, all these empty roads kinda look the same." She responds. "I was hoping someone could tell me where I am, and point me in the direction of civilization." The officer stares at the map for a few moments before pointing at I-70, turning it back around to Maze. "You're here." He says, running his finger along the map to the nearest town. "Nearest place is Anghull, not much there except the railways. You got family or something?" The cop asks. "Not there, but I just need to find a place to stay for the night." Maze responds, looking down at the map, and refolding it back up. "Thank you sir." The cop nods, studying her for a second. "Well you’re welcome, if that's everything, safe travels." He returns back to his car. Getting back in and starting it. Maze just watches as he drives off.

Once the officers car is out of sight, Maze puts the map in the drivers seat, and walks around to the back, popping open the trunk. A stench immediately hit Maze like a truck, inside is the body of a man, with a bullet hole in his forehead. He's only been dead for a few hours at this point, but the smell isn't coming from him rotting already. Maze picks the body up, holding her breath, and walks further away from the road. Throwing the body down in the grass. She's not bothered about hiding it, "I mean, who's going to be paying attention enough to see it. Plus my face is going to be plastered everywhere anyway if they’re looking for me." She thought to herself as she walked back to the car. Sitting back down and sighing. She reopened the map and looked over it again, her eyes following the line to the town the officer mentioned, Angull. Satisfied, she closes the map up again. Starting the car and driving off towards it. 

[thebahwrites]

For the “an ask game ft niche questions i don’t see very often” I would like your thoughts on my all time favorite: Iceman!!!! I just love him so much

have I said today yet I love you? ❤️❤️❤️here are my objectively correct personal opinions on Iceman no one COME FOR ME

an ask game ft niche questions i don’t see v often (send me a character)

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky (more under the cut so I don't bother anyone)

a song that reminds me of them the REASON it took me so long to answer this one is precisely because I am so picky with songs and it took me FOREVER to get to this one but I finally got the right one: Be Yourself - Audioslave Even when you've paid enough Been pulled apart Or been held up Every single memory of The good or bad, faces of love Don't lose any sleep tonight I'm sure everything will end up alright You may win or lose But to be yourself is all that you can do I actually love this song so much and the entire Out Of Exile album reads Iceman to me in different ways but this one? It's this one.

what they smell like I think it's a common kinda-canon/fanon thing with the coconut scented stuff because it shows up in the movie??? Won't say I don't subscribe to it but I'll add further: I think once my mans gets over smelling axe bodyspray or some random tropical shit because it was the easiest, closest available thing, I'll just say he favors the sweet-scented stuff. Coconut, pineapple, cinnamo, cardamom, orange if we go further but mostly remaining on the sweeter side of the aisle.

an otp Yeah we all know I'm down that IceMav train but I WILL say Iceman/Slider is almost right up there for me. Almost, though. Because I just love Icemav way too much. They're meant to be, your honor. They're rivals, they're insane, they're at each other's throats 36 years down the line and love each other so much. I WILL write about it.

a notp Don't think I've read anything with Ice that physically made me recoil but as per usual: Ice with the younger folks just is a no for me because ~I don't see it~. I've recently been presented with a couple of those possibilities and it wasn't for me!

favorite platonic/familial relationships Ice/Slider (when not a ship) OBVIOUSLY, that's his brother, that's his best buddy aside from Maverick, that's his sweet cheese, that's HIS BOY. Also Ice and Goose!!!! Everyone forgets they went to school together!!! They were friends!!!! And yet again I'll die on the Iceman/Hangman hill that no one want to hear from me but I WILL die on it.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with oh boy. There's quite the handful of them but I think the most... like, how do I put it, it's just sort of a fanon consensus thing that Iceman is a full rule-abiding stickler/is somehow detached from things and I just. Disagree. I think Ice to ME reads as truly 'lawful neutral' - he follows codes and abides to things such as honor and respect but by HIS OWN STANDARDS. He also happens to have goals (i.e. rank climbing, etc) and knows what he needs to do to get there, so of course he's 'ice cold, no mistakes' when it comes to flying, because it makes him good. And he needles Maverick about being dangerous and leaving people behind but doesn't actually calls him out on his rule-following issues, he calls him out on behavior. I think people confuse those. So much so that in TGM Cyclone says Maverick wasn't even originally CONSIDERED for the list of whoever would teach the squad but Ice dragged him there because they needed someone who could: think outside the box & believe themselves able to pull off impossible features. No one, not even Ice, who flies within a strict ruleset could do it and that to me is the greatest strength between Iceman and Maverick. You've got Ice as a guy who allows himself to be limited by rules and regulations in a way because he has a goal and you got a guy who doesn't have the same goal so those same rules would limit him. And yes I rambled I THINK ABOUT THIS A LOT OKAY.

the position they sleep in On his stomach, a little curved, either hugging a pillow or someone. I will not elaborate. <3

a crossover au i’d love to see them in bro, SO MANY and I think I've cited them all already but I'll say it again: PACIFIC RIM. A PACIFIC RIM THING WITH THE '86 FOLKS, on my desk, RIGHT NOW. Though maybe some kind of western too because young Val as a cowboy has me-[GUNSHOT]

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn Ngl, the beach getup is slutty enough. But also he looked so damn good in the dress whites so, take ya pick.

[very-grownup]

'How charming, this meeting of minds. So you hate one another?'

'Please don't misunderstand me,' said Morcerf. 'If Mademoiselle Danglars were the sort of woman to sympathize with the torments I am not enduring on her behalf and to recompense me outside the provisions of the marriage contract drawn up between our two families, I should be delighted with the arrangement. In short, I think Mademoiselle Danglars would make a charming mistress, but as a wife, good God!'

'So that's how you envisage your future?' Monte Cristo said with a laugh.

'Yes. When all's said and done, it is. Slightly brutal, I realize, but accurate. But, since this dream can never come true and since, for me to reach a particular goal, Mademoiselle Danglars must become my wife -- that is to say, live with me, think beside me, sing near me, write verses and make music a few yards away from me, and all this for the rest of my life -- then I am appalled at the prospect. You can leave a mistress, Count, but a wife ... Huh! That's a different matter entirely: a wife is for eternity, whether close by or at a distance. The idea of having Mademoiselle Danglars for ever is terrifying -- even at a distance.'

'You're fussy, Viscount.'

'Yes, because I dream of something impossible.'

'Which is?'

'Finding a wife for myself like the one my father found.'

The colour drained from Monte Cristo's cheeks and he watched Albert, while toying with some magnificent pistols, rapidly cocking them, then releasing the springs.

'So, your father has been a happy man,' he said.

'You know how I feel about my mother, Count: she is an angel, still beautiful, still witty, finer than ever. I have just come back from Le Treport. Now, for any other son, just imagine: travelling with his mother would be an act of kindness or an unavoidable burden. Yet I have just spent four days with mine in Le Treport and I can tell you they were more satisfying, more relaxing and more poetical than if I had been with Queen Mab or Titania.'

'Anyone would despair of rivalling such perfection. You will make anyone who hears you wish seriously to remain a bachelor.'

'Which is precisely why, knowing that there is one accomplished woman in the world, I'm not anxious to marry Mademoiselle Danglars. Have you noticed how our egoism paints everything that belongs to us in brilliant hues? The diamond that sparkled in the windows of Marle or Fossin becomes much lovelier once it is our diamond; but if circumstances force you to acknowledge that there is a still finer one and you are condemned for ever to wear the diamond which is inferior to the other, do you understand what torture that is?'

'Snob!' the count muttered.

'And that's why I shall be jumping for joy on the day when Mademoiselle Eugenie notices that I am only a puny little atom possessing hardly as many hundreds of thousands of francs as she has millions.'

Monte Cristo smiled.

'I did have another idea,' Albert went on. 'Franz likes odd things, so I tried to make him fall in love with Mademoiselle Danglars, in spite of himself. I wrote him four letters in the most enticing of styles, but he always gave me the same answer: "I may be eccentric, it's true, but my eccentricity does not extend to breaking my word once I have given it."'

'Now, that's what I call true friendship: giving another person as wife the woman one only wants for oneself as a mistress.'

Albert smiled. 'Incidentally,' he said, 'dear Franz is on his way home; but that doesn't bother you. You don't like him, do you?'

'What! My dear Viscount, whatever told you that I don't like Monsieur Franz? I like everybody.'

'I am included in everybody. Thank you.'

'Oh, don't misunderstand me,' said Monte Cristo. 'I like everybody in the way that God ordered us to love our neighbours, that is, in Christian charity. I only bestow true hatred on certain people. But to get back to Franz d'Epinay: he is coming home, you say?'

'Yes, on the instructions of Monsieur de Villefort, who is as mad keen to marry off Mademoiselle Valentine, apparently, as Monsieur Danglars is to marry off Mademoiselle Eugenie. It really does appear that being the father of grown-up girls is one of the most exhausting states. As far as I can see, their temperature soars and their pulses beat ninety to the minute until they have disposed of them.'

- The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

[dreamingsushi]

Eternal Love - Episode 18

So someday I will be over with rewatching this series, I am really the type of people who watch dramas by phase and I haven't been in that kind of phase for a while. But seriously, whenever I get back to this specific one, the opening is giving me the chills. It's just so good and lovely, I don't know. Maybe cause it was one of my first Chinese historical dramas, apart from Startling by each step and Princess Pearl Return or whatever the English name are for those, because I refer to them in Chinese haha.

Anyways, if my memory is good enough, we left right when Yehua is getting ready to fake his death and live a happy life with his Susu, war at the verge of raging against the... is it jiao or yao again? Can't remember that precisely. Anyways.

Yep the Jiao people. So Changhai isn't that willing for a war, because poor them will face the aftermaths once the celestial beings will be gone. So Yehua says they have to exterminate them until there's no more left. The injured are numerous. The injured soldiers are afraid of a big war because of their families. Once Diefeng introduce Yehua, the soldiers are pleading to get rid of the Jiao and Yehua promises he will drive them away.

When Yehua goes back to Susu, she's nauseated. She's pregnant hahaha. She's so happy about it, Yehua too. But he wants to send her away because of the war that will happen. He promises it's the last time they will be separated. They are so cute. She wonders about how Yehua was as a child. If his mom gave birth to him without any mishaps. And that he was taken away from his mom to train every day. She feels sad for him too and for the crown prince of the Heaven. Oh, it so happens they are the same person.

Li Jing's brother gets rejected by his uncle at the Jiao people. Things are about to go down. The uncle sends his son to feast and the water lord tries to send off his daughter to marry in the Jiao people. Then Yehua and Diefeng come over and Yehua is unhappy about the situation. Diefeng pushes his uncle to kill the little prince. So of course, it's going to start the war between Changhai and the Jiao people.

Yehua takes Susu back to Junji mountains. He promises her to be back for the child's birth. He makes her promise not to go outside of this little forest and he tells her he will explain everything to her once he's back. He sets a barrier to protect Susu from everyone else and goes back to report to Heaven.

Lian Song agrees to help Yehua. But he can't rush things, because if the Celestial Emperor has any doubts, he will find him wherever he's hiding. Ugh. Sujin moment. She bothers me so much. She's there to clean Yehua's palace to prepare for the wedding with Bai Qian. Yehua completely ignores her.

Yehua pays a visit to his mom. Her headpiece is so pretty. She's probably one of the prettiest actress of this drama. And... somehow my tv decided not to work. Thank you very much... It's a very heartfelt moment, when she's getting sad about how she couldn't be by her son's side as he grew up. She's worried that he's unhappy about his betrothal and she wished that he didn't have to sacrifice that much as the Crown Prince. She's worried about him going to battle the Jiao Tribe, but Lian Song comforts her saying that he's as powerful than Mo Yuan so there's nothing to be worried about.

I wish Ye Hua didn't always have such ugly headpieces. Sujin also joins the war force. Lian Song tries to talk her out of it. Also that she has to completely give up on Ye Hua since she married the Emperor. As usual, she's annoying. Ye Hua calls to send the troops that same night. His advisors are a bit reluctant, but our main lead thought of everything. Lian Song tries to convince Ye Hua out of his plan, but when he has decided something, I believe we can't have him change his mind.

Since I wrote this recap in two parts, it's hard for me to write my general thoughts accurately since I know what is going on after this. Let's say we are slowly hoping for a better future, but knowing that there are 30 something more episodes to go... It won't happen that easily and drama is bound to happen.

[yandere-daze]

Man, all these self aware/isekai enstars asks got me thinking about how each characters would specifically interact with you. Like I can’t begin to imagine having brain power to hold a conversation—what if it was Leo? Bright in the morning, clock hasn’t indicated anywhere near 9 am, and there’s only solace in the taste of bitter coffee on your tongue. Your eyelids feel heavy, but the babbling doesn’t stop. Leo is too overly excited, but he knows not to be pushy—err, well at least he thinks he is. You just think he’s compensating the physical aspect by clamouring all over you with words. After 10 minutes of it, somehow, you manage to excuse yourself. Maybe sit it out in the bathroom stall to let the tears well up in your eyes. Asking the tense murmur of your heart, what ever went wrong because all you feel is desperation, but for what? To get out of here? Or are you just desperate to force yourself to get used to it? You don’t know, and the fact that you don’t, makes the coffee wear off for the second time and you’re already contemplating another round of one.

By the time you turn a corner, another one is already there ready to feed off of your attention. You don’t bother to register who it is. Would it be Wataru? Someone like him is always ready with a sonnet to recite, expressing his heart to you. Maybe someone like Mayoi, the one boy who’d always kiss the floor you walk upon, then his voice would quiver if you even spared a passing glance. What about Eichi himself? He’d be presentable, tolerable. He’d talk smooth and careful, each words precise like his stature. But both of you, mainly him, know better when he lets his gaze linger a little too long on your face and wander too far. Whoever would it be, would it change a thing? You doubt it, because there’s someone always there.

And scene…lmao sorry if I rambled too much…

Ahh don´t please don´t apologize!! This was super fun to read and you did a really awesome job with it, too! Thank you for sending in this little scenario☺️💕

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, stalking, non-consensual touching, implied kidnapping

I think it´s really accurate for them too, Leo definitely is the kind of person that would talk your ear off for possibly hours on end if you don´t manage to excuse yourself somehow, and then claps himself on the shoulder for not having jumped into your arms as soon as he saw you for once. See, he´s being really considerate and taking your words to heart so he´s trying his best to not overwhelm you too much! Isn´t he doing a great job?

Wataru is super dramatic about everything he does and he would probably be no different when it comes to you. Watch him literally write an entire script and then act out the entire play by himself right in front of you to show you how much he adores you. I would literally die, methinks💀 And right after you just managed to evade Leo too! When will you ever be able to rest in this school?

It looks like never because oh boy, of course, Mayoi followed you through the vents and is already watching you from the corner as soon as you finally fended off Wataru. At least he´s less obnoxious and loud as the former two as he mostly keeps to himself but he still gives you the creeps. The way he stares at you so reverently and with a bright blush on his face but the second you turn to look at him he squeaks like a mouse and apologizes for being so dirty as if he hadn´t just so blatantly stared at you without a shred of decency. It´s unnerving and you swear you had seen his shadow once when you woke up in the middle of the night. Mayoi might be a timid and harmless one for the most part but that doesn´t mean you necessarily like being with him more than the others.

And then, to make matters worse, you come across Eichi. Eichi, who is always so put together and knows how to word things to get his way. He doesn´t seem very different when he is with you, he speaks very calmly and you´d like to say that it´s a welcome change of pace but you can´t help but think that there´s something off about him nonetheless. The way he always smiles at you no matter what and how his gaze lingers a bit longer than it should, the way he nonchalantly lays a hand on your shoulder to gently guide you to come with him. How the grip on your shoulder tightens ever so slightly and his elegant smile strains whenever the both of you pass someone else in the hallway. The knowledge that Eichi has all the money and influence one would need to make you disappear forever and have no one search for you.

It´s scary and you don´t know how much longer you can put up with this.

[shingia]

hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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[nebel-ist-fur-alle-da]

I am on fire, years of writer's block and all I needed was a week away from my family and a new hyperfixation.

I hope you guys liked the first part, even with some errors (English grammar is not my strong suit) 🥲

(Imma try some more editing this time)

Also, I think these characters have started to do as they please, so this might become a little bit longer than I anticipated.

Genre: angst, hints of comedy, mutual pining, slow burn.

(Sorry, also no beta this time, I tend to upload and write in very funny and strange hours, and also if I think too much about what I write I will delete everything because I am my worst enemy and I self criticize to te extreme)

"Can you hear me say your name forever"

Doctor Octavius x Reader

Summary: you've been kidnapped by doc ock to be his new assistant. You had a crush on him, when he was a professor and married, but then life happened, for both of you; today, you are not sure he is the same man you once knew... or is he?

Special guests: the actuators! In my story they are very much sentient and sassy, and also occasionally ✨evil✨

PART 1: here

*****

The next morning your brain wills you into existence, sending distress signals: something is poking you.

An eye opens, followed by the other, the lazy one. One of the actuators is gently poking your leg. When it notices you staring, it stares back, tilting slightly its little head.

"Wake up, I do not pay you to sleep late"

The grumpy voice of the man who is supposed to be your kidnapper reaches you. You huff slightly, pushing your legs out of bed and feeling the familiar pain in your back. Slowly, you begin to stretch your muscles, hearing loud pops. You sound like an old lady, for odin's sake. Also, you apparently fell asleep in your clothes: what a day. You decide that is a good thing, you are ready. You notice some flip flops, and proceeded to wore them with your socks on, because that place is super cold. You are wondering If somehow the actuators keep Otto's body temperature stable.

Your mind is on track, and from there it procedes to escalate. By the time you had found the kitchen, you were set on proving your theory, not realizing that those ideas come from your sleep deprived and slightly confused brain.

Doctor Octavius is there, sipping some coffee and reading the news, while his other four arms were cleaning. Your coffee was waiting you on the table, with some biscuits.

"If you had woken up twenty minutes ago, your coffee would've been hot" He turns a page "I suggest you consume it before it begins to taste like the oil for my actuators"

You sit at the counter with a sigh.

"You don't pay me well enough, doc"

He darts you a look.

"If I remember it correctly, I paid you in advance"

Oh no, you were not ready to front this like a responsible adult. Let it go.

Let it go.

"If I remember it correctly, you told me I am your prisoner, and something about life in the palm of someone's hand" you don't even bother looking up. You know he is pissed. You crossed him at eight in the morning. Great.

The paper rustles, tossed in a corner. The four actuators are watching you. No, incorrect. They are aiming at you, like hounds.

"Do. Not. Cross. Me. Little girl" he manages to say, almost choking. One of his four arms reaching for your chin, grabbing it in a steel touch. You would've been surprised of the precision of those things, but now all you can think about is the dangerous looming rage behind Otto's eyes. Rage and... something else you cannot comprehend yet. Those eyes are scary, but you don't feel completely blocked by fear.

He stares you down one more minute, before forcefully turn your head to one side and the other, looking at the bandages covering it. Then, without a word, he lets you go, and leave you there.

You swallow, throat dry. You don't know why you are so willingly playing with fire. Otto remembers you, but he said himself that he is not the same person anymore. Who knows what he is thinking, what those actuators are thinking.

++++

'I like she' Harry stated.

'Her' Flo corrected.

'How dare she talk back at our master. Must punish' Moe, as always, the evil mastermind.

'Our master thought of a punishment earlier' Larry gets on board with Moe.

Otto blushes violently at this last comment. Fortunately, the computer can't tell the subtle difference between pain and pleasure.

'Yes, he is thinking it right now. Is gonna be appropriate'

'Do not SCAN MY THOUGHTS' Otto is furious and embarrassed at the same time. He must meditate to clear his mind, and assess his dominance once more over his children.

And put his minion to work.

++++

You finish your coffee and biscuits, taking your sweet time, until you hear the doctor at the door. His voice was just a whisper, but it instantly gave you goosebumps.

"Go assembling the machine"

Simple words. You rose up, the chair almost falling down. Instantly, your hand is near your forehead.

"Yesssir"

Ottavius scoffs, and simply leaves. You are sure you heard a soft laugh.

You spend all morning assembling scraps, connecting electrical resistors and generally trying not to complain about your back, aching because you slept in a strange position. It felt like a hundred pins were inserted in your spine during the morning. By 12,30, your stomach growled. You looked at Otto's angle, all you could see was his broad bare back, with the steel spine fused with his flash: a shiver rolled down your spine thinking about the pain he felt, and was probably feeling right now. You were lost in these thought and you didn't notice one of the actuators staring at you.

Moments later, a pair of brown eyes was staring at you.

"Like what you see?" He said, in a harsh tone.

The silence lingered for a moment.

"Must have hurt a lot" you comment. Your mind couldn't come up with something else, too much absorbed by your back. You tried not to think about it, but you couldn't even turn around, you had to use the chair to look at him.

He scoffed, and turned back to his thoughts.

And then, in the silence of the abandoned lab, your stomach growled.

It was loud, but you hoped Otto didn't heard that.

Of course he heard.

He chuckled, turning back again, while you felt your face turning red. You lowered your eyes.

"Hungry?" An amusement tone. You were glad to hear that, despite everything.

He rose from his chair, heading for the kitchen. You tried to follow him, but your body required a certain level of care, and in the past days you didn't pay it much attention. With a chocked huff, you stood up, heading to the kitchen yourself, trying to stay as much straight as possible.

You were almost there, a few steps, but in that very moment Otto decided to come looking for you and your loud stomach, bumping into you right at the door.

That's it, you lost your balance and in a few milliseconds your back will hit the floor, and it will hurt as hell. You shut your eyes.

Except, the floor doesn't arrive. You slowly open your eyes, feeling something holding you. You watch frantically around, seeing Otto's actuators holding you, and Otto's very hand on your arm. You finally let go your breath, not realizing you were holding it.

"Thank you doc. I was coming, what's the rush?" You joked.

He must've realized he was still holding your arm, and let go of it like it burned.

Bad move.

You shifted all your weight on the actuators, collapsing under the pain. You let go a sharp half breath and some muttered blasphemy. It all happened in seconds.

You falling on your back, again, the actuators trying to holding your back, Otto looking at this and not understanding. By some miracle you don't end up on the floor, but the metal arms are pressing on your spine, and your couldn't held it anymore.

You scream.

Otto looses all the color on his face. You can feel his other two actuators trying to lift you up with the utmost care. In the back of your mind, you ask yourself if you really are a prisoner, or if your time has come because you are imperfect, and therefore not useful.

"What is happening?" The doctor's voice is far, all you can hear is a high whistle.

"My back" you manage to explain. "I have a bad back" you use your hands to find a grip on the actuators, and finally you find the floor with your feet.

++++

'Why is she screaming'

'I didn't do anything, I swear'

'Don't look at me, this time it wasn't me'

'please focus, don't hurt her' Otto screamed in his mind, all of this happening in a millisecond.

The doctor is maneuvering his four extra arms, not knowing what was doing wrong. Why was she screaming? He didn't when thought about her punishment yet. He was gonna order her to eat on the floor, like a dog.

'Not the smartest punishment, my master' Harry commented.

He rolled his eyes, finally seeing her on her feet, although she wasn't standing right. She babbled something about her back, but he didn't thought it was this severe.

'Must do a massage, master' Moe offered.

'Yes, I concord' Flo intervened.

'Are you the same AI that made me rob a bank last week?' Otto was sarcastic, but also preoccupied: his actuators weren't never this calm, and never EVER liked any human, except him, and they didn't get well all the time. The thought of a massage crossed his mind, but he proceeded to suppress it before it was too late.

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Your face was hot, and you were painfully aware that your color wasn't natural. The doctor was watching you with a strange look, not knowing were to start. You decided to put him out of his misery.

"I started working at the docks weeks after I left college. I needed to do as much money as possible to pay my scholarship, that I didn't even use, by the way. I was clearly not fit to work in that environment, so I put in extra effort every day, doing extra hours. After four months, they started, but I didn't paid them much attention, until a day I couldn't wake up. Literally stuck in bed. On top of all this, my doctor didn't want to prescribe me any opioid, because of my mom. So, in the end, every morning I have to do half hour of exercises to warm up my back muscles, or else I suffer every day. Of course, this morning I completely forgot to do them"

Otto looked at you like you were an alien. His look was a mystery, and you hadn't had the time nor the patience to unravel it. After a quick last look, you headed to the stove, starving.

"I'm sorry I hurt you"

It was a whisper, but you didn't lack in hearing. You smiled.

You were falling for that man, hard. You couldn't do anything about it. And you knew it would have hurt much more than some back pain. He is a villain, sometimes controlled by his very metal arms, with the sole purpose to rebuild his failed experiment, literally willing to kidnap a person to reach his goal. Your rational part know he is kind to you because he needs a pair of extra hands, but you can't help it.

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You eaten in silence, and the afternoon flew away like the morning, except for the doctor sometimes checking on you. He never turned his head, but used his actuators to scan your health. He thought he was somehow stealth, but your senses were heightened by your situation and your anxiety, so you heard the little noise they did, and the light buzzing of the Bio scan.

Night finally had fallen, and you were exhausted. Still, better than work on the docks, except for all the kidnapping thing. Nonetheless, you were feeling more confident about Dr Octavius's behavior: if he wanted to hurt you in any way, he would've simply done so. Right?

You shake away that strange thought (Stockholm syndrome and all that), and you start to walk towards him, wanting to at least say good night.

You never get close.

You were almost there, almost touching his broad bare shoulder ('what if he is cold?') when an actuator grabs you by your waist, shoving you away. The edge of a steel table was waiting for your hip. Fortunately, it didn't throw your helpless body across the room, but the pain. Why it was always pain there?

The noise didn't wake Otto up: he was sleeping, mumbling and slightly shifting on his chair. His metal arms where protecting him.

You decide for another method, not wanting to be defeated by some mobile sticks with two positronic brain cells. You limp to a chair and grab an old cover you were using earlier, because that place is so damn cold, and you know that cold preserves your skin, bud honestly you would've preferred being hot, and, very slowly, try a new approach.

The actuators, now four of them, watch you with a suspicious metal grin. You watch them directly, each one, where you think their eyes are (did you attended any college at all? Your thoughts sound so dumb that they hurt your mind), and, a step behind the other, you arrive at your destination.

You realize you don't know this man. Yes, he looks like Otto, he has memories of Otto, but it's not the same man. Somehow, any person on this planet changes during their life, but you fail to notice sometimes because they don't have four appendices sprouting from their lower spine, intruding every thought you ever conceive. Must be tough, must be scary.

His shoulders were broad and pale, somehow during the evening he managed to take off his shirt, and fallen asleep. You didn't want to wake him up, the actuators still carefully watching you, so you gently placed the cover on him, slowly getting closer. You could hear his raggedy breath, and some little jump: he was probably having an unpleasant dream, but it was none of your busyness. You draped the blanket on his shoulders and arms, covering also his neck. He had rested his head on his arms, and his face was facing towards you. He skipped a day of shaving, his air were up and about, sprayed in all directions.

He had a gorgeous nose. You didn't noticed it before, because someone tends to notice when he is watched. It was big, but with his features it was just perfect. Little breaths escaped his mouth, slightly opened.

Suddenly, an arm gently but firmly grabbed your arm, pulling you away.

You realized soon enough they were the jealous type.

[babymilkawa]

Sorry if this has already been rone but- could I get Bakugou, Todoroki, Denki and Izuku (separately) with a non-binary s/o who’s quirk is based off of a hyena? They have splotches of lighter skintone on them, freckles, laugh like a hyena, have sharp teeth and eyes like them? And a tail + ears? S/o is really chaotic, they live by the motto “I’ll try anything once,” and are overall very likable yet funky? Extra points if the boys see them in their hero outfit (which is something a little showey💕

-🧸

this is rly interesting anon!!

hyena quirk headcanons with:

bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki

gn!reader :)

bakugou katsuki

so at first he was definitely ticked off by how different u were

tbh u kinda reminded him of Mina with ur personality

But he thought ur appearance was very cool

later on in ur relationship, you’d always feel him tracing the shapes of the splotches on ur skin, or softly scratching the space behind ur ears

he thought u looked so badass with those teeth though

u were wild but you weren’t careless

your attacks were precise and carefully planned during practice and he definitely noticed

even before u guys started dating, bakugou had already known almost everything about you just by observing

he noticed how your ears perked up easily

whether it’s excitement or during training

he loved watching how your pupils would dilate and how completely focused you’d look when on the battle field but if you’re just chilling?

your whole body is relaxed

oh and his favorite, favorite part is that if he teases you about things and you deny it, your tail will give it away

like your first kiss for example

he pulled away and with the smuggest grin he said, “not bad, right?”

you had rolled your eyes and looked away, unaware that the tip of your tail was rapidly moving side to side

Usually he’ll point you out

but after that kiss, he was dazed himself, so caught up on the feeling of ur lips, he didn’t even bother telling u that ur tail was betraying its owner

and the first time he saw ur hero costume? oh my g a w d man had to look away

cos damn what r u looking so good for 

literally has to slap himself when no one’s watching so he can focus on the task

todoroki shoto

so your personality is very different than his

knowing this, you sometimes try to catch him off guard by like fake pouncing on him 

but he never flinches or anything

never does

he prolly already knows ur planning this on the other side of the room smh

todoroki generally doesn’t have a playful side to him but when he’s noticing that you’re being more jumpy than usual he’ll join you cuz why not

but ofc it’s awkward at first

he doesn’t know how to have fun fun

he doesn’t understand ur impulsive decisions which happens a lot

for example, if you’ve accidentally had one sip of caffeine at 6 in the evening, you’re wide awake at 2 am and preparing to rearrange the furniture in ur dorm

he’s right below you, luckily, so he’ll hear all the noise and show up to ur dorm like “why?”

and you’ve got the same answer each time, “why not?”

he figures that he won’t be able to go back to sleep anyways so he helps you move the furniture

one thing that’s great is that he can instantly read your emotion or energy level from your tail

like if you’ve still got to move your night stand, but your tail is starting to droop, he’ll just drag you to bed

he’s tired too and he loves your cuddles even if ur ears tickle his chin a little excuse to be little spoon? I think yes

midoriya Izuku

your energy s c a r e s him sometimes

being ur partner during training will literally keep him fully alert, for you

but you’re a great partner, you can just be a little reckless sometimes

he soon learns that even if you dive right into the action, you don’t act without thinking

before you guys are even together, he’s already got your whole quirk analysis down in his notebook 

he’ll ask you questions about whether your tail gets in the way or whether your ears help during training and all

sometimes if you guys are just chilling, you’ll catch him staring at you

one day you ask him and he just goes like “no you just look really cool. I hope I'm not being weird though! I don’t mean to!”

“you’re my bf you can stare at me all you want Izuku”

one time, you were sitting down with your friends playing a card game and he was walking by behind you

but suddenly your tail just unconsciously swept the floor and he stepped on it, making you cry out in pain

he felt soooo bad

oml

doesn’t know how to help make it better so he just keeps on apologizing

if it was anybody else, you would’ve pounced on them but he looks genuinely guilty

so lets not make it worse :)

at first, seeing you smile would give him mixed emotions

like you’d go up to his face and flash your teeth and he’d start sweating buckets

you looked adorable don’t get me wrong

but you also looked a little...menacing

kinda like himiko

after a while he got used to it, knowing that you were a really kind person at heart

but since you can be a little wild and you like to have fun, you'll just graze his shoulder or neck with your skin to feel him shiver

you won’t put any pressure that’ll draw blood but it’s fun to hear him whimper 👀

the first time he saw ur hero costume, he start stuttering random nonsense lmAo

“y-y-y/n, wow, uhhh” sweat sweat sweat

yea he’s prolly not gonna get used to that hahHha

kaminari denki

this boy matches your energy

your always paired up with him during training cos you guys make the best team

like you’re there to keep him from making irrational decisions but you also ignite the fire and make sure the two of you make the most out of the time

even if you guys fail the mission sometime, you always come out laughing and developing new inside jokes

sometimes if you’re laughing, he’ll just turn to look at you with the biggest smile

and admires your tail wagging like a little pup and your teeth glistening under the ceiling lights

he is all up for your impulsive decision making

your #1 supporter

“oh? you wanna have fireworks in the field? me too! let’s go!”

pulls out 20 packs from under his bed

you two hold the best parties ever

and sometimes Iida gets on ur nerves but denki’s there to politely ask him to not be a party pooper and that the door is wide open 👀🚪

y’all get in trouble with Aizawa all the time 

like by now, he’s sick of y'all LMAOOO

someone told him that there’s a hole in the vending machine?

“y/n, Kaminari, come here”

but they weren’t even snitching on you two but it’s sooo obvious who did it hahaha

a lot of running around in the hallways and chasing each other

your so much faster than he is but he loves hearing your laugh echo the place

he clings on to you a lot cos ur soft

he’s usually the little spoon change my mind no u can't but when ur exhausted and all out of energy, he’s there to scratch your back or behind your ears, loving the way your tail wags in your sleep

you guys growl at each other

like playfully but it happens a lot

Midoriya walked in one time and lowk thought a fight was about to break down, tryna separate the two of you

you have an actual growl and a fake cute one, guess which one he likes ;))

a/n: aaah this was so fun to write!! thank you for requesting <33

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[allycryz]

Idk if this is canon, if this will become something larger, I'm just in my Hades and Nerys post EW feelings and wanted to write something

Big ol spoilers for 6.0

Fresh air. She needs fresh air and the sun of her face and what comes out of the cracked window right now isn't enough. 

She needs to move.

She needs somewhere she can think and process everything. Not here in this still room with its white walls and high white ceiling and white molding. 

At least now she is conscious enough to think. Just yesterday she still drifted in and out of sleep, nothing but a holding cell for exhaustion. 

Nerys eases herself into sitting position. Tears prick her eyes--healing magic can only do so much when you're on the brink of death. The act raising herself is agony. But once she stands-

-well, it's still awful. But less awful. She reconsiders her plan to jump down--even with her dragoon training, the landing is going to kill her when she's in this state. 

If there isn't someone standing outside her door, one of the servants will be posted in the hall. No doubt under orders from Ameliance and the medics to keep her where she is. 

No jumping. Gentle scaling down it is. 

Putting on trousers beneath her nightgown is more complicated than it should be, especially with the garments needing to go over bandages. She feels slightly lightheaded once she takes off the nightgown and presses a hand to the wall. 

Maybe no scaling all the way down. Maybe she will simply climb out onto one of the roofs and sit in the fresh air. Nerys manages into a thin robe and doesnt bother with an undershirt. Her breastband will suffice. It will have to suffice. 

Nerys perches on the window sill, her feet find the ledge just below. The door opens behind her. 

"Absolutely not," says Hades. He does not move, nor does he snap her into bed. It is both kind (letting her make the choice) and patronizing (expecting that of course she will go back to bed.)

"Hades."

"Hero."

Nerys drops, leaning her head against the windowfrane. "I just want to sit outside for a little while. Please."

He makes a noise. "You could have asked."

"Please?" She looks back at him. "Oh great and esteemed Eme-"

This time he does snap. They are on the roof with her cradled in his lap, her cheek against the fabric of his jacket and ruffled shirt. The Sharlayan fashions agree with him though he rather dislikes their lack of embellishment or panache. 

She looks up, about to ask to be left there for a while. That had been part of it after all, the chance at solitude in a new location. But his grip is tight and the way he looks at her-

Worry, beneath the mask of annoyance with her. 

What she remembers most of waking up on the Ragnorak is Alisaie crying. How badly the sound broke her heart. But she also remembers the utter helplessness in Hades' eyes. Something about Ultima Thule severely limited his creation magic and he hadn't been able to snap her to safety as he'd wanted. 

It had wrecked them all, her friends and lovers on that ship. But Hades wasn't used to feeling powerless. Even his death at her hand had been at the height of his prowess and ability. 

"Thank you," she mumbles into his chest. The breeze stirs at her limp curls, the sleeves of her robe. 

"You're ashen," he tells her. One hand lifts into the air to conjure a grimoire almost coalescing purple smoke and aether. "How were you going to get back into your room?"

"I was going to figure that out when it came time," she says. "No one's confiscated my linkpearl yet."

"Yes well, it's for if you need assistance." He says with pointed expression. His magic washes over her in cooling, gentle waves. "And Thancred has permission to …confront anyone who uses it to ask you for an errand."

"You're all too much." She hides her smile against him.

"My dear you like me precisely because I am too much." He closes his arms around her, carefully, tenderly as the magic continues oothing her. "You would not change a hair on my perfect head."

"I don't know," she says. "I also liked the hair you wore when I met you in the past."

"If you're good, perhaps I might let you witness me in such a style again." 

"I have been very good."

"Try telling me that when I haven't just caught you halfway out a window."

She laughs and falls silent with a smile, soaking up the sun, the wind, the fresh air, the scent of Hades and spring. 

[mel-the-fangirl]

Toss A Coin to Your Witcher

Henry Cavill x Reader

Words: 2,362

I am so so so nervous to post this because this is my first time writing a Henry fic and I know that the Henry Cavill fandom is such a tightknit family, I hope you guys have room for one more hopeless Henry stan. I know this isn’t even half as good as the other Henry fics out there but I had this idea stuck in my head for a very long time.

Please like and reblog or leave me some replies if I should do a second part! Thank you!

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The makeup brush swept precisely along your cheekbone, covering it in a subtle shimmer. Production staff milled around behind you, testing sound, testing lights. Being an actor, these things were nothing new. 

"Now remember, say it with me," 

"Don't say or do anything stupid." you recited with your long time agent and friend, Marge.

You thanked the makeup artist and made your way to the set. 

"When have I ever said or done anything stupid though?" you asked

Marge looked at you appraisingly before replying, 

"There's always a time for everything. Now go on." 

The vibe on set dialled to a hundred when you stepped on. It was really flattering how they cheered as you plonked your butt down on the wooden chair, a red tarp was set up behind you and the studio lights surrounded the area.

"Ready when you are Y/N!" the producer aka the ring leader of this whole operation flashed you a thumbs up

You nodded, feeling the nervousness bubble up your throat. 

Surprise, surprise. You still got nervous in front of the camera. It wasn't hard to handle though, you took a couple of deep breaths and you were good to go. 

"Hey guys, gals, and non-binary pals! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. I'm here with Buzzfeed and we're gonna be playing Twenty Questions." you winked at the camera with your arms wrapped around the little jar that had your questions in it

 "Let's get started, shall we?" 

Eager to begin, you stuck your hand into the jar without a second thought. 

"I freaking love Buzzfeed, really. Especially Tasty, I mean, I don't cook. But," you shrugged, wiggling your fingers, hearing the tiny bits of folded paper move around in the jar. "I love watching people cook. Then I love eating."

Scattered chuckles broke out through the crew. 

After a few minutes of rustling around, you figured you’d just come clean, "Okay. Small problem." 

You lifted your hand, the jar coming along with it. The pieces of folded paper crowding around your encased wrist as you waved your arm. 

Another round of shocked giggles started up as a couple of assistants rushed to you and tried to yank the jar off. 

"This is too good," the producer chortled, "Mind if we keep this in?"

"Fine by me!" you watched intently as Marge rolled up your sleeve so one assistant could pour oil all over it. Eagle eyed, she watched as a drop of oil landed on the bottom hem of your sweater.

"Great job, Y/N. This sweater was a gift from that designer you met last week, he said he made it just for you." she scolded, taking charge by grabbing the jar with two hands

"It was an accident, Marge. It's not like I planned on getting my hand stuck in a jar today!"

With a tug and a pop, your hand was free and slick with olive oil. Marge landed on her butt on the floor.

"Marge!" you howled with laughter, helping her up

She straightened her blouse, all business but her cheeks were stained red with embarrassment. 

"Can someone help Y/N wash the oil off her hands? Let's get this show on the road, people!" she barked marching orders at the staff, clapping her hands as she went. She wasn't in charge here but no one dared to question her. 

You chuckled, knowing that this was a cute little anecdote you’d be sharing with anyone who was willing to listen.

A few minutes later, you were back in your chair, having a laugh with everyone. The jar incident already stripped away the majority of your anxiety so you were ready to go.

"Okay! First question!" you squinted at the strip of paper, "What is the most expensive thing you’ve stolen from any set you’ve been on?" 

“Well!” you widened your eyes at the camera, “Bold of you all to assume that I’ve ever stolen anything!”

Marge scoffed rather audibly, making everyone raise their eyebrows at you.

“Okay, fine!” you held up your hand. The stunning ring you had on sparkled underneath the lights, nearly blinding anyone who looked.

“I did a period movie a while back and they had these drop dead gorgeous, and I mean gorgeous pieces of jewelry. I wore this piece,” you gazed down at the ring fondly, “for the whole of the film and I just pinched it after we wrapped, I couldn’t part with it, okay? I’m like a fricking magpie, I love shiny things.”

The crew burst into fits of laughter, making you laugh along with them.

“To clarify! This is the replica the props department had made, a very expensive replica. I can see you freaking out, Marge. And no, you don’t have to call the insurance company.”

You were a big hit, to say the least. You had them in stitches every time you opened your mouth but all good things had to come to an end, right?

It didn’t matter how carefully you dipped your hand into the question jar, this next one was going to make things very messy for you. 

"What do you like to do in your free time?" you read out loud, tapping a finger against your chin

"There hasn't been much free time lately,” you chuckled, “Let’s see… I play video games, yeah. I am so obsessed with the Witcher, it's borderline unhealthy. I’ve read all the books and played the games so many times." 

"What do you think of Henry Cavill as Geralt?" the producer asked you

Henry Cavill.

Just hearing that man's name was enough to make the blood rush to your cheeks. You brushed an imaginary hair out of your face. From behind the camera, Marge raised a knowing brow.

"Well," you cleared your throat and sat up straighter

"To be honest, at first I was really skeptical about his casting. I mean, he is way too good looking. Like way. Way. Too good looking. But…"

"But?"

Your mind drifted to the first time you saw a picture of Henry Cavill in full costume. The white hair, the golden cat eyes, the intense gaze and all that leather? It definitely made you feel… Certain things.

You cleared your throat, propping yourself on the table with your arms. To be honest, your head was still in a Henry Cavill haze so you had zero control of what came out of your mouth next.

"I'd definitely toss all my coins to that Witcher. Toss a few other things as well."

Everyone in the room ooh'ed and whistled, delighted by your saucy reply. The ruckus snapped you out of it and your hand immediately flew to your mouth.

“Please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.”

“You did.” Marge mouthed at you, trying but failing to contain her laughter

"So you enjoyed his performance as Geralt?" the producer pressed on, hoping to get more audience-raking answers

How many times were you going to blush during this interview?

"Oh, well, about that, I haven't really gotten around to actually watching it.” you admitted sheepishly, “But I've seen photos and some clips. Very impressed by what I've seen so far."

"You will watch it though, right?" 

"Oh, absolutely. No way I’d miss out on that! Henry Cavill is an incredibly wonderful, talented actor. I think he’s also a fan of the franchise so I have no doubt that he played Geralt to perfection as with all his other roles." you nodded solemnly, putting a hand to your heart

Everyone in the room with you caught on that you were gushing over the actor, the sly looks they all exchanged with one another were a dead giveaway. Too bad you didn’t notice before you could try and play it cool.

“Alright! I think it’s time for the next question!” you declared, swiftly plucking another question out of the jar

By the time it was all over, you had convinced yourself that your little crush-related blunder wasn’t even a big deal, it would probably just be a little footnote in that video. No biggie.

But, Jesus Christ were you wrong.

The video took a couple of weeks to edit and in that time, you were busier than ever. A movie you had just done was getting a lot of attention, your performance in particular had critics singing your praises. At that point, you were definitely getting noticed a lot more when you stepped out for coffee.

So, the timing was just perfect.

The second the video went live, your phone was going off non stop. Twitter mentions, Instagram tags, and articles. A few notable entries being:

“WATCH: RISING STAR Y/N Y/L/N GUSHES ABOUT HENRY CAVILL IN CHARMING BUZZFEED VIDEO”

“@geraskier-rights: Y/N Y/L/N REALLY SAID SHE’D TOSS ALL HER COINS TO HENRY CAVILL’S GERALT AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS”

“@geralt-of-vengerberg: Y/N The Fond™ is showing👀👀👀”

Marge sat on your sofa with your phone in hand, absolutely thrilled while reading tweets out loud. You scheduled a panic session with her over lunch once everything blew up.

“Oh my God.” you groaned, massaging your temples. “Marge, what do I do?”

“About what?” she didn’t even bother to look up at you

You plopped yourself down next to her, laying your head in her lap, “All that. It’s everywhere.”

“And? There’s nothing wrong with it, they all think you’re charming and funny. A true Relatable Queen.”

Was it your sanity slipping through your fingers? Or the overpowering embarrassment? You had no idea but whatever it was, it had you laughing until your stomach hurt.

Marge tugged at your hair, “Get it together, bitch. Jeez.”

“What are you so worried about anyway?” she asked, placing your phone on your stomach

You swiped through your emails absentmindedly, “I’m not worried about anything, it’s just that what if…”

You left the words hanging in the air, you might as well have been dangling from a cliff from how much colour drained from your face.

“What if what?” 

Marge shoveled some pasta into her mouth before noticing that you essentially turned into a statue right next to her.

“Y/N!” she shook your arm with a grip you were sure would leave some bruises. “What’s the matter?”

Wordlessly, you passed your phone to her, the comment from a certain verified account displayed prominently on Buzzfeed’s Instagram post of a little snippet from your video, the “I’d toss all my coins to that Witcher” part, naturally.

“@henrycavill: Dear Y/N, how many coins are we talking about here? Let’s talk about my reward.”

It was all Marge could do to not throw your phone across the room. Her eyes went wide, following your every move as you paced back and forth, a thumbnail in your mouth.

“That did not just happen, I did not just see that right now. I didn’t.” you babbled, your heart beating thunderously in your chest

There it went. Your very own ticking time bomb finally went off. Number of casualties? Just one. You.

“Okay. Just calm down, Y/N.” Marge caught you mid-pace, squeezing your arms

“Maybe it was a fan account. Tell me it was a fan account, Marge. Henry Cavill did not just hear me imply what I implied.” you grasped at her hand with your clammy one

“Well if he has a fan account that’s verified and has fourteen point five million followers?”

“Oh god.” you groaned, sinking to the floor and hugging your knees

“Oh, Christ.”

Marge hauled you to your feet and thrust your phone in your hand. She looked you hard in the eye, “Stop your whining and answer him. You’re Y/N fucking Y/L/N, one of the hottest people on the planet, start acting like it.”

You stared at her, eyes wide. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. Marge’s words started to make sense in your mind and adrenaline started surging through your veins. You nodded fervently, psyching yourself up.

“Fuck yeah.” you breathed, clicking ‘Reply’

“@yourinstagram: @henrycavill I know you take orens, crowns, and florens but maybe we should discuss further?”

Before you could even stop yourself (did you even want to?), your fingers already landed on the blue paper plane.

“I did it.” you exhaled, staring as the likes and overly enthusiastic replies started pouring in

“Fuck yeah, you did. Now, come on. Leave your phone. We’re getting drunk.”

More weeks passed and you actually ended up forgetting about that little reply you left Henry Cavill. You were busier than ever. Guestings, endorsement deals, and awards shows left and right. So, when you finally had a couple of days free, you decided you would set up camp on your sofa and finally watch Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia.

You even threw on your Superman pyjamas, “What the hell.” you shrugged

If you were going down this road, you might as well do it right. Maybe you would even watch the Man from U.N.C.L.E after or would it be Night Hunter? The decision would have to wait.

You watched, absolutely riveted as the White Wolf battled against the kikimora, his silver sword hacked at the creature with unmatched expertise. You were only a few minutes in but you already knew you’d be stuck on that sofa for hours.

When the kikimora had Geralt pinned underwater with his trusty sword just beyond arm’s reach, you found yourself on the edge of your seat, one of your cushions in a chokehold.

“Come on, come on, come on.” you muttered as Geralt reached for his sword

You wouldn’t find out if he got it or not. A knock on your door literally made you fall off the sofa.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, your hip was already smarting from the impact

Whoever that asshole was, you swore you were going to give him a piece of your mind. You stomped to your front door just as that idiot started knocking again.

You huffed and threw the door open then your mind immediately went blank.

“I am so sorry. Are you alright? I think I heard you fall?”

Oh yeah. You were definitely falling.

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You can find the second part here!

[startanewdream]

Hi! Could you write Harry’s first words or something with baby or toddler harry? I love your fics with lily and James, <33

Thank you so much for this prompt! Baby Harry is the cutest thing in the world and I was so happy to write something about him!

Now, a needed disclaimer to warn that I’m no expert on babies and this below may be wrong, but it’s fluffy so please bear with me :)

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First word(s)

Harry is staring at him with pure innocence in his green eyes, not at all looking like he had just thrown in the floor the first bowl of food James had prepared for him. It’s a prankster, his son.

‘Now, come on, Harry, again it’s just you and me’, he says, offering his son the soup that Harry accepts, still somehow managing to mess all his mouth despite James’ careful precision. ‘Say “Dada”’.

Harry babbles unintelligibly. 

‘“Dada”’. James opens his mouth, which Harry repeats. ‘Daaaaaah’.

But Harry just keeps opening his mouth, looking at the spoon in James’ hand.

‘I will exchange one spoonful for just one syllable, come on, Harry. Daaaaah!’.

Another happy babble. Harry clearly thinks he is just playing with him. James gives up for the moment. He’s been trying incessantly to get Harry to say “dada” for the past six days, but no luck so far.

After he finishes feeding Harry, he takes his son to the living room, sitting with him on the carpet where Harry’s plush toys are all tousled. Harry crawls immediately to take his stuffed deer, ignoring the other three animals around him, which always makes James feel a bit smug.

‘Yeah, see!’, he takes the deer, raising in Harry’s direction. ‘It’s like me! Dada!’.

‘Dah!’, Harry cries, taking the deer from James’ hand. He blinks at his son.

‘What? Say it again’.

Harry hugs his deer, ignoring him, and James picks him up.

‘Here, Harry. What’s this?’, he points to the deer. Harry babbles again, but his small hands let the deer fall to the ground.

‘Oh’, he looks surprised, looking at his bare hands and then for James’ arms, obviously in search of his toy. Then he opens his mouth. ‘Daaaaaaaahdaaaaaah’.

There is a hopeful smile on James’ face now.

‘What do you want?’

‘Daaaaahda!’

‘You said “Dada”? Yeah?’

‘Dada!’, Harry cries loudly now, his face close to crying, and James picks up hurriedly the deer on the floor. Harry beams right away, hugging the stuffed deer with fondness. ‘Dada’, he murmurs now, much happier.

James blinks fastly, feeling some tears in the corner of his eyes.

‘That’s right, Harry, that’s Dada too’, he whispers, kissing the top of his head, and taking Harry upstairs. ‘Lily!’, he sings. ‘You won’t believe what Harry’s first word is!’

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Three days earlier

‘Twinkle, twinkle, little star’, Lily sings softly, cradling Harry to make him sleep. 

It’s the fifth lullaby she sings, but Harry doesn’t seem like he wants to sleep, despite being late in the night and that, in the past weeks, he had started following a sleeping schedule. 

He is not crying, just watching her with those eyes that are a copy of hers. Lily tried everything. Feeding him, changing his diapers, singing every song he enjoys, and yet Harry keeps his eyes wide open.

Perhaps he can sense their stress lately. They’ve been locked inside the house for so long now; she loves their cottage, but if she was honest, she can’t stand its walls anymore. And James - poor James - is suffering even more. Her husband was made for open air, she knows, though he never complains to her.

They both know what’s at stake here and, looking at her peaceful son, Lily thinks it’s a fair price.

‘Why are you not sleeping, Harry?’, she asks in a soft voice. He usually sleeps easily when she rocks him. ‘Something bothering you?’

He just blinks at her. Lily wonders how much he understands of everything that’s going on.

‘You don’t have to worry. Mama is here for you. Mama will always protect you’. He puts his thumb on his mouth and Lily takes it as a sign that maybe sleep is coming for him. ‘Mama loves you’.

He takes out his thumb, raising his fat fists in the direction of her face. Lily allows him to grab her hair, despite knowing she will probably regret it when he refuses to let it go later.

‘Mama’, Harry whispers, smiling, and Lily stops, bewildered. Harry doesn’t look in the mood of saying anything else, because he closes his eyes lazily, still grabbing strands of her hair.

But Lily knows what she heard without a doubt. She was not as anxious for Harry to call her as much as James had been in the last three days, or even Sirius that insisted he should get Harry’s first word as his godfather, but there is something beautiful and amazing in the fact that Harry just called her.

It’s probably silly, but Harry knows who she is and this notion feels her heart with contentment and even more love for her precious baby.

She turns, already thinking of going to their room to tell James what Harry has just said, but she stops. James is really trying to get Harry to call him; he deserves this small moment of joy. And all Lily hopes is that Harry gets to call them Mom and Dad for many more years.

It’s not a competition of what word he says first.

So she puts Harry carefully on his cribble, arranging his blanket around him, and caresses softly his dark messy hair.

‘Sleep well, Harry. Mama is here’.

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Six days earlier

‘So, this is it, Harry, let’s talk seriously’.

Harry is sitting now, a feat he has improved since Sirius’ visit two weeks ago, watching him quietly.

‘I read this book about babies, you know’, Sirius continues, and Harry stares at him as if he can understand every word. ‘And it says that babies can start talking at ten months. And you are a smart kid, aren’t you?’.

Harry lets out a happy cry that’s more bubbles on his mouth than anything. Sirius takes it as a yes.

‘Now, most babies say silly things like calling their parents. Boooh! Boring. You are smarter than that! So I’m going to teach you a word much more important. Padfoot!’

Harry’s attention is diverted, not interested, and he crawls to pick up his toys. Sirius runs to give him the stuffed black dog.

‘Here!, take this. This is me, you see?’

Harry accepts the dog, though his eyes keep turning to the stag that Sirius knows is his favourite. 

‘You really are Prongs’ son, aren’t you? But just between us, dogs are much cooler!’

And to prove his point, he turns briefly into his dog version, watching gladly as Harry babbles happily, his hands extended asking for him. Sirius allows Harry to feel his black fur before turning back.

Harry looks from him to the stuffed dog in his hands until he drops the stuffed dog.

‘Daw!’, he says, pointing to Sirius. ‘Daw!’

Sirius frowns, uncertainly. That sounds like a word, right? 

‘You want to see Padfoot again?’

‘Daw!’

He turns again into the dog, laying down at Harry’s side, and Harry beams as he grabs the black fur.

‘Daw’, he cries, giggling, now coming on top of the dog to rest there as he enjoys doing.

A few seconds later, Sirius hears footsteps.

‘You know you’re wagging your tail, right, Padfoot?’, James calls him amusedly. Sirius indicates Harry with his head, and James picks his son up.

Sirius turns into a human again, a grin on his face.

‘James! You won’t believe it! He knows I am a dog! He called me a dog!’

‘You are more of a mongrel’, James says distractedly, teasingly, as he plays with Harry.

‘I am telling you! He just said his first word - dog!’

‘Dog? Why would he say it?’

‘It’s clearly his favourite word, duh’.

‘I will believe it when I hear it’, James rolls his eyes, and picks up the stuffed dog. ‘What’s this, Harry?’

Harry says a profusion on syllables, none of them clear.

‘He said it, I swear!’

‘Dog? D-O-G?’

‘Well. Not exactly, it’s more of a “daw”’.

‘Dah? He was probably trying to call me’.

‘No, daw!’.

‘Nice try, Padfoot’, says James, unworried and a little bit complacent. ‘But his first word will be “Dad”’.

‘It’s too late for that first word, I am telling you’.

‘Nah. He will call me, you’ll see’. James turns to Harry, tickling him until Harry giggles. ‘Now, Harry, say it. Daaaaaaahda’.