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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 9 months ago

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Gojo satoru x F!reader fic in which you and Megumi interact after his "adoption"

You guys I know Gojo's more like a mentor to Megumi in cannon, but pls pls pls just let me have this, I'll give you good vibes for a week if you do 😭 Also, Satoru is more like a side character in this one, sorry babes.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, some cursing, good feels

The walk home with Gojo was...interesting. No, scratch that. Annoying. Megumi could do nothing but listen to him talk and talk and talk, to the point that he wished he was getting sold to the Zenin clan.

"Man, you're boring for a 1st grader, huh? What are you, like 8?"

"I'm 6."

"Rightttt....most serious 6-year old I've ever met."

coming from him? Megumi liked that. Whoever Gojo found entertaining had to be crazy.

"You know, my usagi-chan is gonna looove to meet you,"

"Usagi-chan?" He stretched out the pet name, a confused and judgmental tone in his voice. What kind of parent names their kid "little bunny"?

Gojo beamed, holding his hand out and counting on his fingers all the things he liked about you. "Oh yeah, She's great! She's smart, and funny, and she's a great cook, and a really strong sorcerer, and..."

Megumi tuned him out. It was bad enough, dealing with this guy, now there were going to be two of you? He dreaded what the rest of his life would look like.

Gojo was still talking as they walked up the final steps to Jujitsu tech, making their way to the dormitories, only shutting up for a moment when he opened the door to Megumi's new room.

You were there, setting a bouquet of carnations in a vase and angling it perfectly on Megumi's new night stand. The second you realized they arrived, you nervously turned around and smiled sweetly. "Hi! You must be Toj- uh, Megumi Fushiguro!"

"Toji's son" sounded a little demeaning to you.

Megumi nodded, seeming to be examining your face, trying to get a read on you. "I'm (y/n), It's great to meet you...I was going to make lunch, but then I realized I don't even know what you like...so how about when you're settled you can tell me what you like and I'll make it for dinner?" So Usagi-chan wasn't your real name...

"Can you even cook," Megumi asked, the first thing he's ever said to you, his little voice mature sounding for a kid his age.

You giggled, his bluntness making you relax a little at how amusing it was. "Well, he thinks I can," you laughed, pointing at Gojo, who has now made his way over to be next to you, "But he thinks I'm good at everything, so how about you try it and find out?"

Megumi hesitantly nodded, satisfied with your answer, and plops his backpack on the ground. He's decided he likes you.

You made pork gyoza for him that night, some of the best gyoza he's ever had, yet to be matched in his mind. As time went on, Megumi came to realize that you and Gojo filled entirely different roles. While Satoru lived in the dorm right next to Megumi's, Megumi saw a lot more of you than him, even though you worked at the Kyoto sister school.

You came over every day, eating dinner with him and shoveling big portions on his plate because he was "a growing boy", helping him with his homework, listening to his problems, attending his elementary and middle school graduations. At first, Gojo really only interacted with him to train every weekend, to bring him up to his level, but as you took a more parental role, so did he.

Of course, neither of you wanted to be called mom or dad, and Megumi didn't want that either, so he just called you by either your names or "sensei" when being educated. That said, you and Satoru always joked with each other about being teen parents, lamenting the fact that you "got the kid without any of the fun." The very implication of you two doing that always made Megumi gag.

Speaking of that, having the talk with him was surprisingly easy for you and Satoru, disgustingly easy in Megumi's 12 year old eyes, and although at the time he never intended on putting the information to use, it was still good to have.

You were always patient with him, staying gentle during his angsty middle school years, and eventually helping him train even more once he entered high school. You even insisted he danced with you at your wedding, stating that you needed "at least one dance with a gentleman."

All of this said, none of the other first years in the Tokyo school even knew of your existence until the good will event. You showed up with your students, The first person you greeted being Maki. Despite being Mai's teacher, Maki loved you. You were just so...bubbly.

"Maki! Ugh, it's been forever since I've seen you," you squeal, bringing her into a tight hug. You greet Toge and Panda respectively, Before rushing over to your now husband and dramatically swooning into his arms. "Oh, Satoru," You sigh, the back of your hand resting delicately on your forehead. "Ah, Usagi-chan, How I've missed you in the time we've been apart," he sighed, holding you by your waist and the nape of your neck. The sight was completely cringe-worthy, but it was funny to you two and that was all that mattered.

The two of you kissed, much to the confusion of Nobara and Yuji. You opened your eyes, peaking at their faces, and quickly sprung out of the arms of your beloved husband.

"You never told me how adorable your first years are," You giggled, taking Itadori's face in your hand and examining it. You didn't release him as you turned back to Gojo, calling out, "This is the vessel, right?" Satoru nodded, saying, "That's him," proudly. Yuji finally spoke up while Nobara laughed at the sight, asking, "Uhhhh...who are you?"

You pulled back, posing a little and responding with, "I'm (Y/n) (L/n), Satoru's wife!" You never took his last name, seeing as just being connected to the Gojo clan made you a bigger target than you already were. Nobara and Itadori's eyes lit up, both of them shouting, "Tell us everything!"

You would have been happy to, but you saw Megumi out of the corner of your eye. "Ah, Megumi!" You zoomed over, hugging him so tightly his bones might crack. "I've been meaning to ask, what do you want for dinners this week?"

Nobara and itadori got even more excited, you being the best source of information on their closed off friend and surprisingly mysterious teacher.

"I don't care..." Megumi sighed, blushing a little at how open you were about all this. "Maybe Gyoza," he muttered.

Ok, you could be a little annoying sometimes, but that's how all mothers caregivers were. He wasn't mad, even when you invited Itadori and Nobara over for dinner after the event, or spilled all of the details (except for the ones not even Megumi knows) about your life with Megumi and Satoru. He was ok with this, albeit a little peeved, because at the end of the day you cared for him in a way he never would have imagined being cared for.

Life didn't turn out to be so bad after all.

I absolutely loved writing this, it's been on my mind for a while now! As always, let me know what you think :)

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fluff-n-cookies · 1 year ago

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You may call me crow anon

Idk how any of this worls as i recently joined tumblr

But can i pls ask for platonic dabi who comes looking for sister reader after she moved out years ago from the todorkoi house and only keeps contat with fyumi, natsuo and occasionally rei?

Idl man

HI I don't know Either but WELCOME TO TUMBLR, I hope you enjoy your stay. I will add you to my anon list on my rules for requests page and. I hope to hear from you again, and fun fact you are my first EVER anon so thank you, It's my pleasure.

ANNNNDD for the sake of the story the reader has pink hair.

warnings Dabi tries to commit suicide. and some swearing.

RUN. do nothing but RUN.

RUN to find her. RUN to safety. RUN AWAY from the police.

Dabi's Inner monologue rang loud, louder than any other, louder than the sound of the police and the hero's trying to catch him. so, damn, loud.

Panting, the young 15 year old Dabi, who somehow managed to dye his hair and steal food for 2 years of his life, turned a swift corner into the alley way before jumping up to climb the fire shoot, it was now when it occurred to him.

(y/n) would not be happy to see the man you have become.

he froze for a second, scared, he did his best, he tried so hard to be a hero, a hero for his older sister, for she who believed in him when none else would, but it wasn't until the scorching pain of blood polling at his eye bags that he started to move again.

oh how he admired her, and her dreams of becoming rich, dreams of being someone other than their father daughter.

too bad they were broken down and beaten everyday.

too bad that Touya had to sit there and watch his darling sister, his one and only light, be dimmed and overshadowed.

it was worse he couldn't do anything.

it was worse he just could watch.

it was painful. even more so when at 16 she told him she'll be back soon, hugged their mom good bye, handed him a sheet of paper with the Words "We'll meet again" written in shabby hand writing, took the car and never cam back again, it wasn't for 4 hours at Touya realized something was wrong, it took Rei 1 day to notice something was wrong, it took 6 days for endeavor to notice, and 3 months before he actually started to care... that his car was gone. Fuyumi asked where "big sister" went, Enji never told her, and every time she would ask Rei, Rei would just burst into tears, eventually, Fuyumi stopped asking, Natsuo thought she was still at school, and Shoto simply forgot she existed. that year was the same year he faked his death, that was the year Touya Todoroki died, the day Dabi was born.

eventually he grew tired, the police had lost him, so had the heroes so why run when you're not being chased?

Dabi came to a stop, looking around before lighting a cigarette he stole from a convenience store sighing out the smoke, the hot smoke a huge contrast to the cool summer breeze, like you her kindness was a huge contrast to the rest of the family.

no one really acted right in the Todoroki household, their they were cold and brash, or had mental issues, most had daddy issues, and all should really go to therapy, she on the other hand was softer, kinder, a soul who needed helping but put the needs of other before herself. soft words, soft pink hair (a mix of white and red, odd since no-one else had pink hair.) and the most welcoming smile you ever saw.

she was always like that,

always such an angel.

Dabi leaned on the railing of the short building, smoking, reminiscing on memories of the past.

leaning too hard, and falling.

at this point it was intentional, how one to endure such horrors, who is the deity was cruel enough to taunt him by giving him the soul he adored the most and then ripping it right out of his hands?

it was a short fall, just as it was a short building, but he didn't land on concrete instead he landed on the dumpster.

greeted by the smell of dog shit, and the feel of soggy cardboard and black plastic garbage bags.

"the hell?" he whispered a sort of surprise that came to him as he realized this was not hell, but a smaller, stinkier, hell.

he was even more surprised when he realized he was not alone.

"oh dear! sir are you alright?!" a gentle voice yelled out, she was wearing a soft (favorite color) dress, and had the kindest eyes, that was the only way to describe her.

she helped him out of the dumpster, not even looking at his face.

just like (y/n) would

"hey, stay with me, we'll go to my apartment, just hold on tight."

she didn't even mind the smell of smoke on his T-shirt.

all he remembers after that is fighting, fight to stay awake, fight to thank the angel that is his savior.

then he remembers sinking into the soft cushions of a warm red or orange couch.

like fall, her favorite season. (sorry if you don't like fall)

then the angel came back, now is when she noticed the purple scorches, the piercing blue eyes, and the little white segments near the roots.

he was sure she was going to scream, he was sure she was going to run and flee, and call the police, but instead she carried on, gave him an ice pack, checked his temperature, check for any major wounds gave him some water.

nervously, she asked "I'm sorry to be asking this but are you by any chance a endeavor hater."

Dabi chuckled fighting back the blood from reaching his eyes this was her alright.

"(y/n), big sis," blood threatened to trickle down what was left of his cheeks.

poor girl, choked out a sob, scared to even embrace him scared he'll drift away like she drifted away from him, salty tears prickled the edges of her eyes.

"To-Touya," she gulped "I-"

she pulled him right toward her, holding him tight, just like she would when they were younger and Dabi had a nightmare and was scared, except now, Dabi was truly scared, sacred of both himself and the future, scared you would poof into vapor his arms if he hugged you too tight.

"I"M SORRY" she yelled out, letting her own tears fall.

that night was spent in a shabby apartment, that night was spent together, that bight Dabi promised himself.

I'm never letting you go, ever.

I TRIED MY BEST BUT IT WAS SHITTY ANYWAYS BYYEEEE

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beybaldes · 11 months ago

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✨mr krabs i have ideas✨

festus with tanners mentor!girlfriend makes my brain tingle because there’s so much there

arachne and her being so happy they get to work together because they both got the 10s. controversially i am an arachne lover so childhood bestie!arachne is everything to me. they could never make me hate her. 😔

festus and her being there when arachne dies at the zoo and (according to book canon) walking home with clemmie and coryo after she’s taken by medics. festus proposes they all go to his apartment but when they get there he bursts into tears and mentor!girlfriend has to send clemmie and coryo on their way and ushers festus inside and stays with him.

later trying to convince festus to create an alliance between coral and tanner and festus teasingly telling her that he could think of a few ways she could convince him

her and festus being together at the arena but went their seperate ways to talk to other mentors and gather information. bombs go off and chaos ensues as they try to find each other

i have so many festus thoughts but im just going to leave this here and not be annoying

SpongeBob! You popped the fuck off with this one! (Also not annoying at all pls send me all your festus thoughts) also also sorry this took so long I finished uni for Christmas and have been in every day since oops, I really enjoyed writing this though. More festus to come ⁎⁺˳✧༚

- you and Arachne are basically siblings the way you grew up together

- I’m talking inseparable : born within two weeks of each-other and grew up as next door neighbours, walked into the academy on your first day together holding hands, sat next to each other at lunch every day, had joint birthday parties every year, etc

- no one could tear the two of you apart

- well, except a pretty determined festus creed, who laid eyes on you the second you walked into that classroom at 6 years old and knew he wanted to be your best friend instead

- Arachne, ever the social butterfly, was quick to attract a large group of friends around the two of you, which gave festus the perfect chance to get to know you better

- as the years went by you and Arachne stayed best friends, but if anyone asked you to name your closest friends, festus creed would also be on that list

- he was ever so charming, and a good listener (though only when it came to you) and when everyone seemed to move at Arachne’s beck and call, he would wait for yours to do anything

- it was sweet, in its own way, and it’s one of the things that drives the two of you to end up together

- like, obviously, festus has had a crush on you since he was a boy

- but you finally start to realise you like him back when all these little things start adding up

- he looks at you for your reaction whenever someone says something, he sits or walks or stands next to you at every chance he gets, he brings you the homework when you’re sick, he carries your bag around for you, he pulls your chair out for you in the canteen

- honestly the list goes on and on

- but the thing that finally gets the two of you together is when you and Arachne have a fight

- it had only been something stupid, but because everyone was Archane’s friend before they were yours, they take her side

you’d been sat on the steps outside the academy, eating your lunch alone in the sunshine while everyone else had gathered at your usual table. Though you knew you were still welcome there, you didn’t want to have to deal with the silent treatment from Arachne (and therefore everyone else) while she built up the courage to admit she was wrong like she always eventually did when it came to you. It was peaceful away from the noise of the canteen, and you found you didn’t mind being alone - at least, alone until the sound of someone running down the steps and right towards you, reached your ears.

Festus Creed took a seat right beside you, his lunch tray in hand and his backpack in the other. “You didn’t show up to lunch. I was worried sick.”

“Me and Arachne had a fight, a squabble really. It was literally over what we thought one of the answers were on the history of Panem homework.” Festus laughed as you did, swapping half of his orange with half of your apple slices. “She’s upset with me though, so I figured everyone would be upset with me.”

“Well, if it makes you fell any better, I think she’s upset with me now as well.” You looked at him confused; your confusion only growing as a smile curled on his lips. “I don’t think she’s too fond of the fact that I am oh so fond of you.”

you lean in and kiss him before his words can truly settle inside of you. but hours later, when they fully do, all you can think about is how you can’t wait to kiss him again sometime.

- when the reaping finally roles around, you and all your friends having to take on the role of mentors for the tributes, you and Arachne get the boy and the girl from 10 and it couldn’t be more perfect

- well, it’d be more perfect if you didn’t have to be mentors at all but, you know what I mean

- the two of you basically plan for your tributes to team up to fight against the other tributes because obviously 🙄 but all that goes awry when Arachne’s tribute kills her

your first reaction is complete stillness and silence. from the moment Arachne’s girl reaches through the bars of the zoo and stabs her right in the throat you have been completely silent. you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t breath, you couldn’t scream. Total nothingness. you could only watch as Coriolanus ran forward, bravely pressing his hands against the wound in an effort to save your best friend. You didn’t even manage to get the words out to thank sweet Sejanus plinth, who dragged you to the floor and pressed you under him as peacekeepers rain bullets at the rouge tribute. Even when the gunfire stops and Arachne lies too still for a living person, even when Festus takes you from Sejanus and thanks him on your behalf, even on the walk home sandwiched between festus and Coryo, who’s hands are still covered in the thick of Arachne’s blood, you can’t seem to find the words. It’s only on the doorstep of festus’s apartment - the smell familiar and warm and welcoming - when things seem to catch up to you.

before he can even unlock the door to let you, Coriolanus, and Clemensia inside you’ve burst into hysterical tears: sobbing, gasping, wretching at the thought of what you’ve lost tonight. Festus sends Coryo and Clemmie on their way and ushers your inside, through the house and right to his bedroom, where he guides you to sit on the edge of the bed and kneels before you, hands cradling your face. “You’re okay, you’re okay sweet thing, just breathe.” His grip on your face tightens ever so slightly when you don’t seem to calm down, but it only helps to ground your more. “Breathe with me okay? You’re gonna be okay, sweet thing, it’s all gonna be okay.”

- you sit front row of her funeral beside Coriolanus and selfishly wish you had festus at your side instead

- when festus makes his way to his seat, which he finds is right behind yours, he reaches his hand between the gaps in the chairs and connects it with yours

- he holds your hand the whole way through the funeral and after, until the two of you end up in bed that night and he finally lets go to hold you fully, pressed against his chest as he cradled you to him

- when he wakes up the following morning however, it’s like he’s with an entirely different version of you

- it’s still you, but you’re cold, refusing to cry or grieve or do anything but focus on the games - all you want now is to get things over and done with

- winning doesn’t matter and you don’t really care what happens to your tribute, you just want to go home (which was concerning to you because physically, you were home)

“you need to convince Coral to partner up with Tanner.” you’re sitting at your dressing table as you to speak to Festus, him in his uniform on your bed as he waited for you to get ready to go and bond further with your tributes for the day. “He doesn’t stand a chance alone, he needs the help. Coral does, hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they won.”

Festus only wiggled his eyebrows at you, meeting your gaze in the reflection of your mirror. “Well, sweet thing, I’m sure I could be convinced…” Festus is quickly quietened by your hairbrush smacking against his chest. “I was only saying!”

When he sees you try and smother the smile that tries to form on your face he stands from the bed, crossing the room, and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, speaking to your reflection. “Everything is going to be okay sweet thing. Trust me. In a week from now all this will be behind us and we can get on with the rest of our lives. You and me, a house somewhere in the upper city, two university degrees, other things. Whatever you want will be ours.” Your hands reached up to hold into his arms that wrapped around you, squeezing them lovingly as your stoic composure quickly dissolved. “But if what will soothe your roaring mind right now is an alliance between our tributes, then an alliance you shall have, sweet thing.”

You lean into his hold, titling your head to press a kiss to his clothed arm. “I love you, festus.” It didn’t matter that you knew he wouldn’t say it back just yet, he had always had a hard time verbalising his feelings, because you knew that he loved you, you could feel it right in this moment more then ever before.

- and then, only hours later, the trip to the arena came, and with it, the attack from the rebels

- festus had left your side for approximately 5 seconds, going to drag coral away from Tanner and the boy from 7 (who you hoped were all planning an alliance) when the first bomb went off

your ears ring with a shrill noise that only further disoriented you, your view blurry as you looked up from the rubbed floor of the arena and into the flames. the blast of the bomb from behind you had sent you flying forward, yet, you couldn’t see festus anywhere. smoke filled the room and rubble littered the floors, pieces of the ceiling and walls falling into the centre of the arena in the aftershocks.

you try and stand but your legs fail you and your arms shake with the effort you used to try and push yourself off of the floor. Rubble is falling closer and closer to you with each second, you can’t hear or see anything to anyone, let alone festus, and you’re sure that this is how you’re going to die.

just as you’re about it close your eyes and accept your fate, a shadow emerges from the ashes, running in your direction and yelling what you think is your name. it’s only when they grab you by the arms and hoist you up that you begin to see and hear properly again. “Coral.” You whisper, reaching out and caressing their face.

they seem unfazed, wrapping your arm around their shoulder and holding it against their collar bone while the other wraps tightly around your waist. “your leg is injured, so I’m going to have to drag you, okay? It might hurt.” your barley feel the pain in your leg and if you were any more conscious you might be worried about that, but right now all you can think about is how they came and saved you from the rubble. Coral could’ve ran, for freedom, to leave you for dead, for whatever. but they hadn’t, and a part of you didn’t really understand.

“you saved me.” you whispered, only loud enough for them to hear as they continued to drag you through the arena and to the exit. “what about you’re friends?”

“they’re fine.” they answered, helping you through the barricade and ever closer to safety. “so’s your little boyfriend. they all got dragged out by peacekeepers pretty quickly. we were too far in the destruction to be found as fast.”

you hear him before you see him. festus creed is calling your name in a wretched cry, sobs accentuating everything that came from his mouth. and when you catch sight of his frame, he’s being restrained by two peacekeepers, who seem to be insisting that he can’t go back in there, that’s they’ll find you but he needs to wait out here. before you can call out to him, Coral does so for you. “they need help! their leg!”

all eyes turn to you. you and the tribute from four gripping tightly onto each other, covered in ash and scrapes, hand gripping hand. it’s something festus never thought he’d see and it has him questioning everything he’s ever known. maybe the people from the districts were just like you and him. maybe everything he’d been told was wrong and it was silly to punish children, like himself, for the crimes of their fathers.

what he does know for certain is that he’s never run so fast in his life. he reaches you before the peacekeepers can and tears you from Corals hold, thanking them profusely even as peacekeepers drag them away to go with the rest of the tributes who made it out alive. he grips you with a strength you didn’t know he had, a hand cupping the back of your head and holding you tight against him. “I thought I lost you, God, I thought I lost you. I though you were…” he can’t say it, can’t bring himself to speak it out loud less he makes it come true. “All the rubble and the smoke and the fires, and when I tried to search for you they dragged me out. They told me I couldn’t go back in for you: I would’ve gone back in. I never should’ve left your side, what if you’d-“

He shakes his head, pulling you out of the safety of his hold so he can cup your face, thumbs runnings cross your tear-stained cheeks as he looks at you. “Never leave me. Not like that, not ever. Please. Promise me.”

He’s never sounded so pleading, so desperate, and he’s never wanted for anything more in his life. “I won’t, I’m sorry, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.” You’re a blubbering mess in festus’s arms, gripping to the back of his red blazer like your life depends on it. Your cries only worsen as the ringing in your ears starts to fade and you start to feel a throbbing pain in your leg. “I’m sorry. I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too, I love you too, I love you too.”

- festus follows you to the hospital and everywhere else after that

- but like seriously

- he already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and the attack in the arena only solidified that idea

- the hunger games are over and Lucy grey is crowned their winner within the week

- festus proposes the following morning

#beybaldes answers !!#beybaldes hc !!#festus creed oneshot #festus creed imagine #festus creed x reader #tbosbas x reader

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cryptic--writing · 3 months ago

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pls anything with load era james IM BEGGING YOU

hihi!!

thanks for the request! please be specific next time! I don't know what you want, so please give me at least a genre or scenario!!

anyways, its an angst fic bc I didn't know what else to do

warnings: drinking, swearing, one line that sounds sucicidal but isn't, possible break up, arguing, angst in general

word count: 2,440

LOSING YOU (1996)

I sat in the cold, empty hotel, sitting on the bed and just staring at the wall, trying to process everything that's been going on.

The last few months in James and I’s relationship have been pure hell. Nothing was going right with us, it felt like there was no more caring, passion, or even love.

These months James has been on tour, and I decided to join him for a few of the dates, tired of spending months alone in our apartment, the quietness and deadness of it all seemed odd. I always enjoyed James’ presence, and I had gone out on tour with him before, but this time was, way, way different. Normally, he comes back somewhat drunk, not fully wasted since I was there, but he was tipsy. Now, he would come up at 3 am, drunk off his ass, and be all weird to me. He’d ignore me completely unless he had needs he wanted me to fulfill.

But lately, for at least the last 15 shows or so, he would just come in drunk, push my hands away from him, and wouldn't let me cuddle up with him, which was very not like him, as he was one who valued personal time, but perhaps his priorities have changed.

I sighed, hearing the doorknob of the hotel rattle, it was locked, and I slowly trudged towards the door, a small hope begging that James was sober, and just wanted to love me. I cracked the door open, seeing James swaying slightly as I opened the door fully to let him in, and oh how he reeked of beer. I moved so he could get in, and he stumbled in, not even greeting me.

“Hi,” I said coldly with a scoff, shutting the door. I watched as he shuffled to the bed, falling on it with a groan.

“Why are you always.. Such a bitch..?” He slurred out, and I felt my heart drop, my stomach twisted into a knot. We had argued plenty of times, name called even, but he never called me a bitch.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I said, more of a statement than a question, my voice shaking slightly. He was drunk, he must not meant it.

“Youre.. You're a bitch..” He slurred out at me again, which stung again. We had been together for almost 6 years, and he had never lashed out at me, not like this.

I scoffed, my hurt and sadness only coming out as anger, “What is your problem? You haven't wanted to be around me at all, for weeks. You're always drunk, and you never hug me, kiss me, talk to me, hold me, anything that we used to do.” I stated coldly at him, though I doubted the words really registered in his mind.

James just groaned, “God, all you do is whine and complain.. Just shut up for once..” He grumbled out, and it hurt me, bad.

I shook my head, grabbing my coat and wallet before walking towards the hotel room door, “I’ll talk to you once you're sober.” I called out into the room, though I doubt he understood me as I slammed the door, storming out of the hotel and walking out into the street, the cold air nipping my skin harshly.

My outfit wasn't very warm, just my sleep shorts and one of James’ old band shirts, along with my jacket. I hated the shirt I was wearing, he was the last thing I wanted to be reminded of, though It brought me some slight comfort, smelling him on it and feeling that he was still with me somewhat, even if not truly or emotionally.

I walked for about twenty minutes until I found another hotel, booking a room for the night as I felt the cold air melt off of me, the warm hotel air swaddling me in a way. I sighed, slowly approaching the front desk, the receptionist glancing up at me from her computer screen.

She was quick to take in my rushed state, clearly here on a whim. “How can I help you?” She said, her voice tired. It was so late, I didn't blame her. I read the name on her nametag, Laurice. A name I hadn't ever heard before.

“Can I get a room, just for the night please?” I said, my voice shaking a bit, my mind still hazed from the argument.

Laurice nodded, typing on her keyboard for a few moments before glancing back up at me. “Alright, we can get you in room 247 on floor 3 for $67.48. Will that be cash or card?”

I sighed, grabbing my wallet out of my pocket, “Uhm, cash,” I mumbled, digging out a fifty-dollar bill and a twenty.

Laurcie grabbed my money, giving me my change as she handed me my hotel key, “Enjoy your stay, you check out at two pm tomorrow.” She informed me briefly before sitting back down behind the desk, and I took the key, walking away.

I walked slowly into the elevator, the empty, compact steel room making me feel horridly uncomfortable. The silence, the only noise was the rutting hum of the elevator moving up towards floor three, until the sudden jolt and stop, the elevator dining and opening.

I quickly walked out, wandering around the vacant halls until I found my room, unlocking the door with my key, stepping in and shutting it, and locking it behind me. Standing there for a moment, the events of the night replaying in my mind, everything finally hitting me, hard. I stumbled towards the bed, beginning to sob. All my emotions and hurt finally spilled over from the last weeks, of being ignored, pushed away, insulted, and yelled at. All I needed was someone to hold me, love me, and comfort me. This was a life I didn't want to live. Maybe even after all of these years with James, the ‘honeymoon phase’ has ended. Maybe he was right, that I couldn't handle dating a rockstar like him.

How could things fall apart in such an instant? One day we were perfect, happy as can be, discussing our future, even marriage or children. I clutched my stomach, feeling nauseous at all of these emotions. I brought the large shirt up to my nostrils, inhaling his familiar scent.

I hadn't been alone to process a breakdown like this in years, James wasn't here to hold me, tell me it would all be alright and that he loved me, but now I questioned if any of that was true. Everything had fallen apart around me, I was alone, in a different place from where we lived, sobbing in a hotel room.

Eventually, I cried myself to sleep, the half-empty bed making me feel so odd, so unnatural. Sleeping without him holding me as I curl up to him is so wrong. I have grown so dependent on him, yet he seems like he could use less of me.

IN THE MORNING

I woke up groggily, my body instinctively searching for his warmth, though finding none. Last night memories flooded back to me. Now realisation hit me. I looked at the clock, the red pixels gleaming 1:34 PM. I had slept in so late, and by now James was either sober and hungover, or drunk off his ass again. Maybe he skipped town and left with the band to go to their next gig early.

They were done with the shows in this city, and the private plane would be leaving tomorrow at noon. My list of choices was small, either not leave the city, fly home, show up to the private plane unannounced, or make amends.

This shouldn't be so hard for me to get over, it was just a drunken spat, but he has been neglectful towards me for weeks. Was there anyone else I could find to even possibly replace him?

The man who had held me during so many nights, made me smile, made m laugh, and made me feel like the most important and loved person in the world, now made me feel like a piece of shit he stepped in, it was like all we had has vanished.

He would push me aside when I tried to hug him, wipe my kiss stains from his cheek, shrug off my questions, and keep me distant. I would try to cuddle up to him in bed, and he would just move further away from me until he was against the wall, then he would tell me to “give him some space”.

If anything, I have to settle down to what we have become with him. I had to check out if this hotel was in.. Fuck, twenty minutes. I didn't have much or anything to grab, but I would have nowhere else to go except for the hotel James was at. I had to speak to him, either to fix things or end them.

I sighed, quickly fixing the bed and grabbing my wallet, checking out of the hotel and trying to remember the way back to where James and the rest of the band were staying. I wasn't sure which street I walked up or down, where I turned left or right. This would be very, very difficult.

After wandering around for thirty minutes, I finally reached the hotel. I stood in front of the door for what felt like an hour, but I quickly walked in, though was surprised to see James’ bandmate, Kirk, in the lobby of the hotel, talking with a man who I didn't recognize, though I assumed he was a fan. I slowly approached him, tapping him on the shoulder and he quickly turned his head back, recognizing me.

“Hey, do you know-” My words were mumbled and hushed, though that didn't matter as Kirk quickly interrupted me.

“Hey! Where the hell have you been? We were all gonna go to breakfast but James said he couldn't find you or something, is everything ok?” Kirk spoke quickly, his words filled with confusion and relief.

I sighed, “Yeah, everything is fine, where's James?” I glanced around the lobby, hoping to see him maybe.

Kirk nodded, “He's in his room, probably waiting for you,” He responded, and I nodded, already walking away.

“Thanks, Kirk,” I called back to him, already down the hallway and getting into the elevator, headed for the 6th floor where we stayed. The elevator hummed, gradually bringing me to my desired floor with a ding, the doors opened and I walked down the hallway, each step feeling like I was walking a thousand miles, even though the door to our room was probably no more than twenty feet away.

I now stood in front of the door, collecting myself and taking a deep breath before opening the door, seeing James standing in the hotel, on the phone with someone. He turned around when he heard me opening the door, his face turning relieved, setting down the phone and giving his full attention to me in what felt like years.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He asked with a scoff, he wasn't mad, or at least he didn't seem mad, just concerned.

I sighed, “Away. Do you remember anything from last night?”

James rubbed his forehead, “I.. no, not really, we did our show, and then everything blurry after that. Did something happen?”

I shrugged, still standing in the doorway, finally shutting the door, “Yeah, I guess. We need to talk.”

James grew more concerned, his face showing the thousands of thoughts running through his head. “Ok, uhm, sure, is everything okay?”

“I don't know.”

“What is that supposed to mean? What happened?” James began to sound more irritated, though still worried and confused.

“I want to know what happened too,” I stated, so lost that he couldn't even pinpoint why or how I was hurting.

“Enough of these bullshit games, the hell is up with you?” He seemed to only grow irritated with me.

I sighed, now I was getting annoyed with him. “No, what the hell is up with you? This is the first time you've tried to talk to me, in like, a week. You avoid me, you push me away, you won't kiss me, you won't even look at me! I have been neglected and ignored by you for weeks. Ever since this tour started, I have been your last priority.” I finally said, my words heavy yet rushed with emotion.

James was silent, he couldn't think of anything to say. He knew that I was right, but would he ever admit it? He sat on the bed, sighing, looking at the floor, and refusing to make eye contact with me.

The silence went on for about a minute, and I was losing my patience, “Are you gonna say anything or just..?” I finally muttered, growing tired of being ignored by him.

James shook his head, shrugging a bit. “I.. I don't know, I'm sorry, I never meant to be or tried to be cold to you, it's just.. I get like this on tour, y’know?” He mumbled, clearly digging for an excuse.

I scoffed, “But you have time to get drunk, party and fool around with other women?”

James just looked defeated, he didn't want to argue. “I'm sorry, ok? I don't know what to say.. Just, c’mere?” His voice was soft, tired.

I was hesitant, I didn't know why he wanted me to go to him, but I did, slowly walking towards him on the bed, and sitting down next to him. He laid his head against my shoulder, something I had missed, his touch. I didn't know what to say, or really what to do.

“I love you..” James mumbled to me softly, but I wasn't sure if he was truthful. I wanted to ask him if he really did because it never seemed like it anymore, but I knew better and to hold my tongue.

I sighed, my eyes on him, “I love you too..” I muttered in response. My words were true, I did love him, but did he? That's what I wasn't sure of.

“I'll change, ok? I won't drink as much, I won't be out as late after shows.. I won't ignore you anymore. That's a promise.” James swore to me, and I had no choice but to take his word for it, and to believe him.

“I hope that stays true,” I replied in a soft, slightly shaky tone as I let out a shaky sigh, possibly beginning a new stage of our relationship.

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sorry if this isn't too good! I also just had it sitting around for a week and I wanna move on to another idea I had

#metallica fanfiction #metallica smut #j4h7 #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x you #metallica x reader #James hetfeild x oc #James hetfeild angst #metallica angst #angst #angst with a hopeful ending

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katsu28 · 2 years ago

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the harringtons

pairing: dad!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

summary: The Harrington family enjoys a nice autumn day in Hawkins, Indiana.

warnings: so much fluff, two ocs—Maisie, 6 years old, and Nora, 2 years old, steve being the best dad ever

a/n: steve harrington is a total girl dad and i will die on this hill

very sorry for the lack of writing this past month, i've been swamped with school and work and overall just been in a writing slump! pls bear with me for a few more weeks until the end of the semester, i promise i'll get back into posting more regularly after that. love u all! <33

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“Babe, have you seen my glasses?” Steve yelled, rifling through the mess of things in the drawer beside the bed. TV remote, bottle of painkillers, a bunch of hair clips, but no glasses.

Your voice came muffled from somewhere else in the house. “Should be next to the bed!”

“Yeah, I’m looking now, but I can’t find them!” He knew he was wearing them last night before bed, and he definitely remembered putting them on the table when he went to sleep, so where the hell were they?

Before he could look any further, a rattle from the closet made him freeze. Steve’s breath caught in his chest, mind jumping to every worst possible case scenario at what could possibly be lurking behind those doors. His hand curled around the familiar smooth wood of his trusty baseball bat from under the bed, knuckles flexing white on the handle as he inched across the room towards the closet.

He was fully ready to start swinging, ready to protect his home and his family, when he heard…a giggle?

Steve’s shoulders slumped in relief when he realized it wasn’t an otherworldly monster lying in wait, but a smaller, much cuter one, with chestnut locks just like his and a cute nose just like yours. One who liked polka dots and pepperoni pizza and stealing her dad’s slippers in the morning—who probably had his glasses as well.

He flung open the doors on the last word, eyes immediately landing on the pigtailed, gap-toothed little girl sitting cross-legged in the dirty clothes bin, Steve’s too big glasses slipping down the bridge of her adorable nose with every barely contained peal of laughter that shook her tiny shoulders.

“Boo!” Maisie exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air whilst she jumped out at him. Steve feigned surprise, clutching at his chest and falling back against the carpeted floor with a dramatic shout. She scrambled to his side with a gleeful cackle, planting her tiny hands on his shoulders to lean over him. “Did I get you good, Daddy?”

“So good, my sweet. Almost gave your old dad a heart attack.” He nodded, flicking one of Maisie’s pigtails playfully.

“You’re not old!”

“Thanks, Mais, I—”

“You’re super old!” She blurted. Steve gawped at his grinning six year old incredulously.

“I’m super old? Could super old do this?!” He hollered, springing up at Maisie and rolling over so he was the one bent over her now, wiggling his fingers mischievously before digging them into her side lightly. “Could super old be a tickle monster???”

Maisie’s shrieking giggles bounced off the bedroom walls as she attempted to squirm out of Steve’s grasp with no avail, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn’t one of his favorite sounds in the whole universe.

“What in the world is going on here?”

Steve looked up to see you standing in the doorway, Nora propped on your hip as you arched an amused eyebrow at the scene before you. He raised his hands in surrender, giving Maisie the chance to escape from his vicious assault, scrambling over to wrap herself around your leg.

“I scared Daddy!” She said proudly, beaming up at you.

A surprised chuckle fell from your lips. “Did you now?”

“Uh huh! Got him really good too, Mommy.”

“Little gremlin hid in the closet and everything. Even had my glasses too, ‘s why I couldn’t find them.” added Steve, leaning back on his haunches and wiggling his fingers at Nora with a smile. She wriggled around in your arms almost immediately, making grabby hands at her dad until you set her down gently, easing your husband’s glasses off Maisie’s face and placing them atop Nora’s brown curls. You both watched as she toddled unsteadily towards Steve, babbling nonsensically to herself until she was gathered into his outstretched arms.

“Hi, dada,” She mumbled, face-planting into the soft wool of his sweater. Steve smoothed a hand down her back, plucking the silver frames off her head and putting them on before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Well, you, my little troublemaker, are supposed to be getting dressed,” You hummed, stooping down to boop Maisie’s nose. “The faster you do, the faster we can get to the park!”

That definitely enticed her, because her chocolate brown eyes widened and she nodded furiously, peeling herself away from you and bolting down the hallway without another word.

“I’ll take care of this one while you go get ready too?” Steve offered, heaving himself to his feet with Nora’s sticky fingers tangled in his hair. “Ow, shi—shoot, darlin’, what is that?”

“‘S yogo, dada!” She squealed, splaying one hand out on his cheek excitedly. “Strawberry yogo!”

“Strawberry yogurt, huh? I bet it was real good since you got it all over your hands.”

“Oh, she had a blast with it. Painted the kitchen table pink and all.” You chuckled, crossing the room to kiss his cheek, then Nora’s, before hurrying to the bathroom to get ready. “You’re the best, honey!”

By the time you’d finished getting dressed, Steve had corralled the girls to the front entryway, where he was trying to wrangle Nora into her coat whilst Maisie clung to his back not unlike a monkey.

Your heart grew four sizes at the sight of them all. Your family.

Honestly, if you somehow went back in time and told fifteen year old you that one day you’d be happily married to Steve “The Hair” Harrington with two beautiful little girls, you would’ve laughed in your own face. But facing the potential end of the world and almost dying, not once, not twice, but three times really had a way of bringing people together. And even though you’d both been through some pretty terrifying shit (and still had nightmares too), life was good now. Perfect, even. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Maisie’s squeals of laughter pulled you out of your thoughts, refocusing to see that she was now dangling upside down in Steve’s arms as he cackled maniacally. Something bumped into your leg, and you glanced down to see that it was actually someone. A certain, previously yogurt covered someone.

Nora raised her arms at you and you obliged, hoisting her into your arms with a grunt before turning eye to the other two. “Are you two goofballs ready to go to the park now, or do you need a minute?”

“Park.” Maisie nodded solemnly, maneuvering herself upright in Steve’s arms and turning her wide-smiled gaze on him. “Piggyback ride, Daddy?”

“Your legs work just fine, little miss.” Steve narrowed his eyes at her, to which she just smiled even bigger, missing tooth and all. You liked to call it her ‘anything smile’, because when she brought it into play, she could get her poor old dad to do anything she wanted. Case in point. “Oh alright, fine. Gimme a smooch first.”

Maisie gave Steve a sloppy kiss on the cheek that he pretended to wipe off in faux disgust, but he shifted her until she was situated comfortably against his back. “Ready to go now, Mommy!”

You tugged Nora’s knit hat (a handmade gift from Robin for her second birthday that she absolutely adored) down around her ears a little tighter before you all ventured outside.

The brisk autumn air nipped at your cheeks as the four of you made your way to the small park just down the road, leaves crunching underfoot in a swirl of yellows and reds and burnt oranges.

About halfway there, Nora started to wriggle around in your arms, kicking her tiny legs to be put down and start walking alongside you.

“Nora, baby, you gotta hold someone’s hand when you’re walking, okay?” You said, to which she furrowed her eyebrows at you, but eventually nodded. Whether or not she actually understood what you were saying, you had no idea, but you set her down on the sidewalk anyway.

“Mazzie!” She squealed, sticking her hand in the air towards her sister, who was still settled contently against Steve’s back. “Mazzie, hold!”

“See that, monkey? Nora bug wants to hold your hand,” Steve chuckled, squeezing Maisie’s leg until she giggled. “You wanna climb on off of me?” She nodded enthusiastically, to which Steve dangled her until both her feet were firmly planted on the ground. “Careful, you two. Watch the cracks in the sidewalk.”

“I got it, Daddy.” Maisie said firmly, aiming a curt nod at him before taking Nora’s hand gently, which sent the toddler into a fit of excited giggles. “Come on, Nora bug!”

Your insides melted to mush at Maisie using Steve’s nickname for Nora, even more so when she pulled her younger sister’s hat back down from where it was riding up again, just like you were about to do. Your girls were a perfect mixture of both you and Steve.

Steve looped his arm through yours, pulling you close enough to press a kiss to the side of your head, grinning fondly as you watched the two girls amble along in front of you. “We sure do make cute kids, don’tcha think?”

“Pretty sure they got their looks from you, Mister Indianapolis 1972.” You teased, nudging him in the ribs playfully.

“God, I knew I shouldn’t’ve told you about that. I’m never living it down, am I?”

“Not in this lifetime.”

“I was five and my mother forced me into it, babe. I didn’t have a choice!”

“I’m so looking forward to the day I can show those pictures to the girls.”

“You kept them?!?!”

“‘Course I did.” You chirped, grinning cheekily. Steve pouted (very dramatically, might you add). “You had to have known I’d keep those treasures forever, honey. You know me.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He huffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “But payback will come for you. Mark my words. Might go swing by your parents’ house and see what I can dig up. I think your mom would be delighted to help me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, sweetheart.”

“That’s fine,” You shrugged. “I’ll just bring the girls over to Robin and Nancy’s for a little bit sometime. I’m sure they both have plenty of stories from your glory days.”

Steve’s cheeks went beet red, eyes widening in what you could only assume was horror. “Okay, okay, you win. I give up, just don’t—don’t let them traumatize our babies.”

“You’re so cute, Stevie.” You smiled at him sweetly, squeezing his bicep affectionately before pulling away to join the girls as you all entered the park.

Maisie was sure to leave Nora with you and Steve before beelining straight for the play structure off in the distance, instantly scurrying up to the top and waving frantically at the two of you. She’d always been an avid climber of things—just ask Steve and her uncles, who’d all had Maisie the monkey crawling all over them at least once in their lives. And Maisie would never let her dad know, but her Uncle Eddie was her favorite jungle gym. He always let her launch herself at him and hang around wherever, while Steve tended to go more protective dad mode about it all.

Nora, on the other hand, wasn’t too keen on the jungle gym yet, instead opting to toddle alongside you and Steve, picking up random things off the ground every so often and passing them off to her dad. A few pebbles here, a couple pieces of bark there, a fistful of crumbly leaves, Steve’s pockets were full of nature soon enough. Once his were filled to the brim, she started to shove things into her own tinier ones, half of the stuff falling right back out.

“Babe, take some rocks.” Steve whispered, holding out a handful towards you. “Take them, I can’t fit any more in my pockets!”

“You know you can just drop them, right?” You replied quietly, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah I know, but she wants me to hold them!”

“She’s two! She won’t even know they’re gone.”

“Are you sure?”

“Has she ever noticed how her pockets are always empty when we come back to the park?”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. “No…”

“There’s your answer then.”

He took a quick gander at his surroundings, glancing down at Nora to ensure that she was paying no attention to him before flinging the rocks quickly into a nearby pile of leaves.

Eventually, Nora gravitated towards Maisie at the play structure, even going so far as taking a few rides down the swirly slide. Meanwhile, you and Steve took a seat on a bench a little ways away, not too close, but near enough that you could keep an eye on them both. His arm quickly found its way around your shoulders to pull you against him yet again, free hand drawing lazy circles on your knee as the two of you fawned over your cute kids like proud parents.

Around noon, you decided it was time to call it a day, as the girls had been playing for almost two hours, and it was almost time for lunch.

“C’mon, kiddos, it’s time to go home!” You called, waving for the girls to come to you and Steve. Maisie obliged willingly, but one look at Nora and you knew she was about to throw a fit. A deep frown curved her lips, brows pinched, nose scrunched, in a way that almost reminded you of Steve’s upset face when you thought of it. “Honey, I think—”

Steve saw it too, instantly setting at a brisk pace towards the girls. “Yep, I’m on it.”

Neither of you got there fast enough to quell the wail that escaped Nora’s mouth, surprisingly loud for such a tiny person.

Maisie clung to your leg, wrapping her arms around your knee with a wide eyed gaze aimed up at you. “Is she okay?”

“I think she’s just a little upset we have to go home now, baby.” You explained gently, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Remember how you used to get really sad before we left the park?” Maisie nodded knowingly. “Dad’s got her now, so everything should be okay.”

“Nora bug, what’s wrong?” Steve cooed, kneeling down so he was eye level with his teary eyed toddler. “Wanna tell dada what’s got you so upset?”

“Don’t wanna go!” She sniffled, lower lip trembling.

“You don’t wanna go home? That’s okay, baby, I know you’re having fun.” He hummed, gently wiping the tears from her rosy cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. Nora burrowed into Steve’s chest with a whimper, clinging to her dad with as much force as she could muster. “Tell you what, if we leave now, we can come back tomorrow and play some more.”

“All day?”

“All day, bug.” He confirmed, stretching out the first word to entice her even more.

She peered up at him thoughtfully as she pondered his proposition, tracing the buttons on his jacket with her fingers. “Pomise?”

“I promise.” That seemed to meet her standards, because she nodded, attempting to shove her way into his arms to get him to pick her up. As soon as he scooped her up, he pressed a smacking kiss to her forehead and she beamed, previous grievances long since forgotten. “All good? Yeah, you’re happy as a clam now, aren’t ya?” She shimmied around in his arms joyously, snuggling right up against him with a giggle. “Crisis averted!”

“Dad saves the day, yet again,” You chuckled, reaching out to tickle Nora’s hand as Steve made his way over to you and Maisie.

He aimed a wink at you, ruffling Maisie’s hair playfully. “Don’t I always?”

“Daddy’s a hero!” She exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes, he is,” You hummed, accepting the hand that she offered up to you. Steve was a hero, in more ways than one. He was your hero, Maisie’s hero—Hawkins’ hero (even if they didn’t know it). Maisie’s other hand held Steve’s all the way home, skipping between the two of you happily.

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You and Steve had the after-park routine down pat, jumping right into it as soon as you got home. Nora’s pockets got emptied out on the porch, you threw all the girls’ dirty park clothes in the washer while Steve took them to the bathroom to get them all showered and clean, and then you usually helped finish up with one while he took care of the other.

Only this time, he’d assured you that he had it handled, dropping a kiss to the top of your head before disappearing down the hall with both girls in his arms.

After a while of not hearing the usual splishing, splashing, and squealing, you made your way to the bedroom to see if Steve needed help, only to catch sight of him sprawled out on top of the covers, Maisie tucked against one side of him and Nora tucked on the other, both of their heads resting on his chest. All three of them were fast asleep, looking like your perfect picture of heaven.

Hurrying over to the dresser, you grabbed the camera that Jonathan had gifted the two of you when Maisie was first born, snapping a quick picture of your husband and his squeaky clean girls for the scrapbook you were planning on giving him for Christmas. You snuck out of the room after that, careful to shut the door gently on the way out so you wouldn’t wake any of them.

You were alone for quite a bit, enough time for you to tidy up around the house before starting on lunch for when the girls inevitably woke up hungry. Soft music played from the radio on the windowsill as you rifled through the fridge for sandwich fixings, gathering everything and setting up camp at the counter to assemble.

The house was strangely quiet without them running around with Steve chasing after them pretending to be King Kong—one of their favorite games to play with their dad. You'd always watch them from afar, smiling to yourself when he eventually nabbed them both in his arms and tossed them onto the couch for tickles, reveling in the good memories they were making, memories that you both hoped they would look back on fondly when they eventually grew older.

Stuck in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice Steve creep into the kitchen until he was right behind you, arms snaking around your waist tightly.

“Whatcha makin’?” He asked softly, chin nuzzling into the crook of your neck like it was second nature—which, at this point, it was.

“Turkey and cheese,” You hummed, stifling a giggle at the feeling of his breath puffing against your neck. “No crusts for the girls.”

“And where are their crusts going?”

“Into your sandwich.”

“I assumed so,” He sighed good-naturedly, defeatedly accepting the scrap of bread you held up to his lips. “A father’s duties are never finished.”

“Poor you.” You snickered. “Girls still asleep?”

“Nora’s still out like a light. Maisie’s drawing in her room. Did you know Nora’s got a mean kick? She kicked the shit outta me in her sleep, we should really put her on a peewee soccer team when she's old enough. Could have a star on our hands.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You blurted, turning around in his arms. You knew it was an out-of-the-blue question, and that he knew you loved him, but you just wanted to tell him again, on the off chance that he’d forgotten. Steve looked momentarily confused, but pleasantly surprised, smiling so warmly that you’d be fine never seeing sunshine again so long as you had him and that smile.

“Yeah, you do. All the time. I don’t mind hearing it over again though.” He murmured, cheeks flushing a bashful pink under your fingertips.

“You’re an amazing husband and an even better dad,” You continued, hooking your arms around his neck. “And I love you. Like, a lot.”

Steve’s hands splayed across your back, gliding along your skin underneath your sweater delicately as he maneuvered the two of you towards the center of the kitchen, where he had enough room to hug you fully. “Where’s all this high praise coming from?”

“I dunno…I just feel like I don’t tell you enough.”

“Believe me, darling, you tell me plenty enough. In more ways than one, in more places than one.”

“Oh, gross, Steve—”

“Sorry, sorry,” He chuckled, head hanging down to press his nose against the dip of your shoulder. His actions knocked his glasses askew, but he was quick to right them on his face. “I’m the luckiest guy on Earth, I swear.”

You tilted your chin up at him, eyes alight with mirth. “How so?”

“Well, since you’re fishing for compliments, I’ll let you in on it,” He rolled his eyes playfully, squeezing at your hip gently. “I’m lucky that I met you. I’m lucky you decided to give my sorry ass a chance. I’m lucky that neither of us died trying to save the world all those times. And I’m super, doubly—no, quadruply lucky that I get to have this perfect life with you and our perfect girls.”

Boy, did Steve Harrington have a way with his words.

You beamed at him, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt with the effort. “You’re such a sap, Stevie.”

“Can you just humor me for one second? I’m trying to be heartfelt and shit, and here you are laughing at me goddamnit!”

That only brought another laugh out of you, one that you did your best to quell by tightening your arms around his neck. “I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, kissing his nose, his cheeks, his chin, anywhere you could reach, pressing giggled ‘i love you’s to his pretty face. Steve spluttered out halfhearted protests as you littered kisses all over his face, ones that quickly turned into gasps of laughter at your now roaming hands.

“Okay, stop, stop,” He managed to gasp, honey eyes shining bright with tears. “I’m gonna pee myself, babe, stop!”

You stopped, but not before pressing a firm peck to his lips. “I love you.” You repeated, just one more time for good measure.

His response was near immediate, spoken pressed against your cheek like he wanted his words to seep into your skin, into your bloodstream, all through your veins so you’d always have them within you. “I love you too.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that fell from your lips, not aimed at him or ill intended in any way, just a culmination of all the things you were feeling in this very moment, here, with Steve. Why it came out as a laugh of all things, you had no idea, but it triggered a soft chuckle from him, which bubbled into a louder one, until you had to shush him through your own giggles so as to try to not wake Nora.

“You’re perfect, d’you know that? Absolutely freaking perfect.” Steve mumbled once he’d composed himself, eyes shining with the fondest light as he gazed down at you. The kind of light that made you feel golden, like you were his light. ��And y’know what they say—perfect wife, perfect life.”

“Isn’t it ‘happy wife, happy life’?”

“That too.”

“Well, consider me the happiest wife.”

“Oh, good! I’m glad.” He kissed you before you could think of something to say, only to pull away seconds later, looking perplexed. “Is there a husband version of that saying?”

“What?”

“Y’know, happy husband, happy…something?”

“Nothing rhymes with husband, Stevie.”

“I’ll come up with one. Maybe even trademark it, then we’ll become filthy rich.” His lips twisted in thought, nose scrunching. “M’kay, husband. Something that rhymes with—” Now it was your turn to shut him up with a kiss, pressing your lips against his in such a way that the words died in his throat.

You didn’t need money or anything of the sort to be happy as long as you had Steve, your girls, and the perfect little life you’d made for yourselves in this not-so-perfect little town.

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rustedhills · 10 months ago

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Merobiba's Etymology: A Classical Discussion

The most likely place you've seen the word 'Merobiba' is Drawfee on Youtube - which has coined it as the name for a goofy little puppet-Merida from the hit film 'Bwave'.

Fig. 1: A screenshot from the original Drawfee video, posted Feb 2, 2023.

They pulled the word (among others) from the twitter account Weird Medieval, which posted this (Fig. 2) on Dec 6, 2022.

Fig. 2, the original 'merobiba' tweet, accessed via proxy

Weird Medieval sources the word (and others in the thread) to The dictionary of syr Thomas Eliot knyght, written 1490? - 1546, according to the University of Michigan Library [via the Early English Books Text Creation Partnership].

But where did syr Eliot acquire the word?

Fig. 3: the cover of Plautus' Curculio: Revised Edition, With Introduction and Notes by John Wright, which is what I'm currently using for class.

It was likely in a contemporary transcription of Plautus' Curculio, a Roman comedic play published around 200BCE. - Specifically act 1, line 77 (though different versions have slightly different numbering):

Transcribed from Plautus' Curculio: Revised Edition, With Introduction and Notes by John Wright:

77 - PH. nomen Leanaest, multibiba atque merobiba.

78 - PA. Quasi tu lagoenam dicas, ubi unium Chium

79 - solet esse. PH. quid opust uerbis? uinosissuma est;

The two characters - Phaedromus (PH), a young man madly in love, and Palinurus (PA), his sassy, unimpressed slave, are discussing an enslaved woman in the supporting cast (ancilla). Merobiba references her ability to drink very strong wines, and multibiba references the amount. As T. H. M. Gellar-Goad translates it in Plautus: Curculio: "she's a super-drinker and stupor-drinker" (pg. 10) [multibiba atque merobiba]. Phaedromus goes on to state uinosissuma est, which Gellar-Goad translates to "She's winetastic" (pg. 10). Phaedromus may not have game, but he has... a way with words...?

Gellar-Goad goes on to state that "Plautus has coined [multibiba and merobiba] by smashing together smaller, familiar words. ... Plautus' plays are chock-full of this sort of inventive, fast-and-loose wordplay, and it's a challenge for translators to keep up" (pg. 11).

Given Plautus' propensity for creating weird, cognate words for the sole purpose of sounding silly, it's highly likely that this is the truly first use of the word 'Merobiba'.

So, next time you hear "I'm merobiba!" and chuckle sensibly, remember:

You are keeping a 2200 year-old word alive. Thank you.

Note: If you've read to this point and think you've got an even earlier version--probably also in the colloquial/comedic Latin literature tradition--please rb with your findings!! And if I forgot a source pls lmk.

#classics #merobiba #drawfee #drawfee show #latin #ancient rome #plautus #curculio #literally just saw the word in my plautus homework and wrote this in a frenzy of academic passion #*nathan voice* is anyone... still watching...?#also deffo the weirdest collection of tags I've put on a post #if you did read the entire post. thanks for uh. looking at this thing with an intended audience of like two people max #please learn latin if you have the time. plautus is hilarious

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daenysthedreamer101 · 2 months ago

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Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Ch 11 - A Moment in Time

Mikaelson!OC

Warnings: NSFW, it's my first time trying to write it so be kind pls (It's after the first pic)/ mention of infertility/ blood, death, vampire feeding, angst

A/N: This ch took an embarrassing amount of time to finish lol. So sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy this flashback ch

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1002, France

Kassandra found herself in a strange new land, alongside her siblings. The reason why they fled was because they were running from their father. Now, they were impersonating 6 noblemen and women.

Very quickly the Count's children, Aurora and Tristan, became interested in her family. She mostly kept to herself; she was more interested in learning their language. She chose to ignore the growing attraction between Klaus and Aurora.

Soon enough, the De Martels found out their secret. Aurora didn't seem to care and was determined to become a vampire like them. As far as they knew they couldn't turn anyone. After a crazy chain of events and accidents, the Mikaelsons learned they could pass their curse to other people.

After creating the Trinity, the Mikaelsons fled to Normandy, once again under the disguise of nobility. One night, a great feast was held in honor of the ruling Count's birthday. Kassandra wasn't the biggest fan of these balls. They were loud, rowdy, and worse of all there were many, many people. Her new instilled bloodlust didn't help her anxiety.

(the words in bold are characters speaking in Old Norse)

She quietly left the Great Hall, careful not to catch her siblings's attention, and escaped into the large gardens behind the castle. On her way out, a pair of hands grabbed her and pushed her into a dark corridor. Quickly coming to her senses, she sprang into defense and slammed the person into the wall. She instinctively hissed at them, baring her fangs.

"Kassandra! It's me! Axel!" The person croaked and the sound of her native tongue reached her ears.

"...Axel?"

Focusing on her supernatural vision, she realized it was him! Instantly, she released him and started apologizing profusely.

"...What? How...How are you here? I-I thought you died!"

"No, my love. I'm alive and well, as you can see. I'm here for you."

"Me?"

Axel explained how he sailed across the ocean and reached the Old World. He told her of his plan to sail to England and asked her to come with him so they could be free and start a new life in London.

Kassandra wanted nothing more than to run away with the love of her life, but she knew it wouldn't and couldn't be that easy. On top of all of that was the fact that she was turned into a bloodthirsty monster.

"I'm a monster, Axel. You- You don't want me. I'll just hurt you." She muttered, distancing herself from him.

"I did not sail across the ocean for you to say no. I know what you and your siblings are. I don't care. It wasn't your fault. I still love you."

He pulled her closer and caressed her face with his fingers. She looked up at him, his brown eyes filled with nothing but honesty. She put her hands on his face and spoke quietly.

"I can hear your heart drumming in your chest. I can hear your blood flowing through your veins. I hear even the littlest breath you take...All of it drives me mad, makes me want to-"

Before she could finish the sentence he crashed his lips against hers, pulling their bodies together. He held her tightly, afraid of losing her once more. She placed her hand against his chest and could feel his heartbeat picking up. She suppressed the thought in the back of her mind telling her to rip out his throat.

Instead, they advised a plan. Kassandra would, once she found a suitable moment, escape her siblings and join Axel in England.

"It could be months, it could be years...I'll try my best to run as soon as possible. Just try and stay in London if you can. That way I'll know where you are."

And six months later, exactly to the day, she fled.

1004, Kingdom of Norway

After two years of running from Klaus, they decided to settle down (temporarily) in the capital of Niðaróss. They themselves were Vikings and spoke Old Norse so it wasn't difficult to blend in. In such a big city it was easier for Kassandra's hunts to go unnoticed. She, of course, tried her best to not kill people when feeding, but she did slip up on occasion. Without Elijah to guide her, she didn't have such a tight grip on her urges as she did after a few centuries.

Speaking of her vampirism, Axel was insistent on becoming immortal himself. Kassandra refused profusely, saying how the hunger was a curse most unimaginable and she didn't want him to suffer such a horrible existence.

He pointed out that they wouldn't be able to live together if she stayed immortal and he died of old age. He wanted to be with her forever, no matter the cost. In the beginning, Kassie refused, being preoccupied with running away from not just her father but now Klaus as well. But now that they were settled, Axel was once again pushing her to turn him.

"I want to get married first." She said to him.

In the chaos of always running and hiding, marriage was put on hold. Now they finally could.

"We shall do it first thing in the morning," He responded with a smile.

And so they did.

In the early hours of the next day, they were married in secret by a Viking priestess Kassandra found.

Their witnesses were the fading stars, the rising sun, the cold wind, the morning dew, the thick fog, the birds on the trees, and unbeknownst to them, the spirit of Kassandra's dead mother.

Kassandra was near her breaking point.

With every touch of his fingers, thrust of his hips, kiss of his lips, she was closer and closer to the edge. The lust coursing through her veins only made her hunger worse and she was actively fighting the urge not to butcher her now husband on the spot.

She wasn't complaining about the position she was currently in, quite the opposite. It's just that, instead of letting herself drown in the pleasure Axel was giving her, she could only think of the ever-growing hunger in her belly. Only her immense love for him was shielding her husband from certain death.

How could she focus on anything else but on the way his heart wildly beat in his chest, his ragged breaths, the moans of pleasure leaving his throat? He was enjoying this as well, she could tell. Even though this was her first time, she knew he was close to reaching his peak.

The coil in her belly was dangerously tight and would break at any moment. The pleasure was flowing through her, burning her sweetly. Was love-making supposed to be this good? Were other women getting this much pleasure out of it as well? Did they feel as good as she felt now? She doubted that. One thing she quickly realized about her new state of being was that her feelings were heightened and she felt everything with double the force.

Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Grabbing her hips, he picked up the pace and pressed her further into the mattress. Most of his body weight was now on her and if she wasn't already (un)dead she might have been scared he would crush her. But she knew that wouldn't happen.

She grabbed onto his broad shoulders as his thrusts became erratic. She dug her nails into his skin, making him hiss. His face was buried in her hair and the whole of his neck was exposed, inches away from her mouth. She nuzzled her nose into his neck, inhaling the smell of his sweat and blood. The coil inside her tightened painfully and she clenched around him, making him groan.

It was overwhelming, the amount of things she was feeling. All her senses were heightened and fully engulfed with pleasure. He brought his hand down and rubbed her pearl with his thumb. Her breath hitched and she swore her heart stopped for a second.

The coil snapped and a guttural moan left her throat as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her legs shook as her mind blanked out, and for a short time, she forgot about her bloodlust. He spilled inside her and with a groan, his arms gave out and he laid on top of her.

Her fingers found their way toward his head, where she played with his dark curls, now wet with sweat. A bitter thought appeared in her mind - his seed will never take, not in my womb at least.

Before dying, before her parents turned her into a monster, Kassandra spent days and nights dreaming about how she would give Axel many children. She fantasized about their future sons and daughters and how they would look. None of that mattered now, seeing as her womb was barren and would never carry a child - yet another thing this curse took away from her.

His soft kisses brought her back to reality. The sound of his heartbeats rang loudly in her ears and her bloodlust resurged.

"Are you alright, my love?" He asked her softly.

She looked back at him, her eyes roaming over his face. Her eyes focused on his neck. The longer she stared, the faster his heart beat. Suddenly, black veins appeared on her cheeks and the whites of her eyes turned red. He couldn't control the gasp that escaped his mouth.

She pushed him away and sat up, turning her back to him. Her breathing was erratic, her shoulders shook as she clawed at her throat.

"Kassie..."

"I'm hungry." She whispered while covering herself with a woolen robe. She stood up only to falter immediately. Her knees buckled and she cursed under her breath, rubbing her aching thighs. She slowly walked toward the window and opened it, letting in the cold night air.

"Drink from me."

The words seemed to catch her off-guard. Shaking her head, she fully opened the window, letting the cool air wash over her skin. She gripped the stone framing and inhaled sharply.

"Why not?" He asked, getting up himself.

"No, no, no! I'll hurt you, or worse..."

He slowly walked up to her. Her entire frame shook; he didn't know if it was because of the cold or her hunger.

"My love-" He tried putting his hand on her shoulder but she pushed him away.

"Don't tempt my patience!" She yelled at him, her face dark and terrible as she pushed him against the wall, his back hitting the stone bricks.

Never before had she yelled at him. Never before had he seen her so furious. She looked wild, ferocious...animalistic. Once she realized she lashed out at him, she recoiled immediately and guilt washed over her.

"I- I think it would be best if we slept separately tonight."

"You promised me, Kassandra. You said you would turn me." Axel said, exasperated.

"I will, on the morrow." She whispered, rubbing her throat once more.

"You said the same thing yesterday."

"I know what I said!" She yelled again, her anger bubbling and fueling her evergrowing hunger. As she approached him, she noticed the white fabric of his robe had a red stain in the area surrounding his shoulder.

Grabbing onto his robe, she moved the cloth, revealing his shoulder, bloody and wounded. She watched as the droplets of blood rolled down his arm. Axel could only watch as her eyes turned red.

"Kassandra-"

This time she could not stop herself.

The next thing she knew, she was biting Axel's neck and sucking on his throat. His warm blood filled her mouth and its sweet taste made her head dizzy. She gripped his body harder, swallowing more and more of his blood.

Feeling the need for air she removed her mouth from his neck, moaning in pleasure as the smell of blood filled the room. Her whole body buzzed as the feeling of ecstasy washed over her. But, only when soft groans of pain reached her ears, did she open her eyes.

The junction of his neck had a huge, bleeding bite mark. Axel looked like he was moments away from death. Seeing the lack of color on his face shook Kassandra out of her high.

"Axel...Oh my- What have I done!?"

Quickly trying to save him, she bit her wrist and forced some of her own blood down his throat.

"Please, please!" She whispered desperately as she moved his body back on the bed. To keep herself busy and from going insane, she cleaned his body and later the rest of the room while waiting for him to wake up.

She watched as the wound slowly healed and closed. Kassandra was nervous for Axel to wake up, because, well, she hadn't been completely honest with him. She once told him that to become like her, he would need to drink her blood. She kind of forgot to mention the part about dying.

She gravely wounded him, yes, but, he didn't die. No, she would need to kill him for the transition to start. And she didn't know if she could do it.

The junction of his neck had a huge, bleeding bite mark. Axel looked like he was moments away from death. Seeing the lack of color on his face shook Kassandra out of her high.

"Axel...Oh my- What have I done!?"

Quickly trying to save him, she bit her wrist and forced some of her own blood down his throat.

She gravely wounded him, yes, but, he didn't die. No, she would need to kill him for the transition to start. And she didn't know if she could do it.

With a loud gasp, he woke up.

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and touched his throat - the wound was gone and it was like nothing ever happened.

"What was that? What did you do? Am I...Am I like you?" He asked her quietly. She had her back turned to him as she looked out of the window.

"No...not yet."

He furrowed his brows. "But, I drank your blood. I don't understand."

She finally turned back and looked at him; her face was covered in tears and a look of guilt was on her face.

"I lost control. I- I knew this would happen sooner or later. I'm sorry." She apologized as she sat down next to him on the bed. She took his hand and held it, refusing to meet his eyes.

He was confused. What was she hiding from him? Why wasn't he turned?

"What else do I need to do? You promised me eternity, Kassandra. Why are you denying me of eternal love with you?"

Sighing, she shook her head. "It's not that. I want nothing more than to be with you, Axel. But, there will be obstacles and hardships along the way, my family being the first of many."

"I know. But you'll be with me all the way, won't you?"

She finally looked at him and with a soft smile put her hands around his jaw, holding his face. She rubbed her thumbs over his cheeks and then kissed him gently. "Forgive me."

Her hands tightened around his neck and before he could even ask what she was doing, darkness took over him.

1104, the Caucasus Mountains

The first century of her existence passed by quickly. After a couple of decades, she stopped paying attention to human politics. Kingdoms rose and fell, countries changed their borders but she stayed the same, forever young and cursed to walk this earth with no way to rest and find peace.

But at least she wasn't alone.

Axel quickly adapted to his new vampiric nature and way of living. Shortly after turning her husband into a vampire, Kassandra needed to find a witch who was willing to make a daylight ring for him.

Luckily for her, the village priestess that married them turned out to be a witch. The woman was reluctant at first, not wanting to aid bloodsucking monsters in moving more easily. But Kassandra bargained with her and told her they would leave her village if she did.

Kassandra was present when her mother enchanted the rings so she knew the words of the spell. She revealed the spell to the witch who in turn spelled the lapis lazuli ring.

Now armed with a simple silver daylight ring, Axel could move freely in the sun. They used this to their advantage and traveled across the continent. A hundred years later, they were now situated in the Caucasus Mountains, on the edges of the Byzantine Empire.

They lived in remote mountain villages. Over the years rumors spread of bloodsucking monsters lurking in shadows, ready to snatch unsuspecting travelers and suck them dry. Axel and Kassie were always careful to not kill the people they fed from but over the century they encountered other new vampires who must have been sired by one of her siblings or the Trinity.

One other thing to note was that Axel and Kassandra were the first known case of the sirebond among vampires. Once he became a vampire, Axel's feelings toward her tripled in intensity and he became fiercely loyal to her. Nothing could come between them. Or so they thought.

May, 1104

"Today was the most splendid day. Axel gifted me with the most beautiful present - wedding rings! Mine even has a blue gem at the top! Today marks 100 years since we made our union official—one hundred years of pure bliss and joy. I pray for an eternity of peace with him by my side. Destiny has so far been kind to the two of us. My siblings were nowhere in sight and I haven't heard from them in decades. I intend to keep it that way."

Kassie finished writing in her diary. She watched as the sapphire sparkled on her finger while she waited for the ink to dry. Axel was out all day. He left early in the morning, in search of people to feed on. Usually, they would feed on the local villagers so Kassie was confused why it took him so long to return.

After a day, she realized something was wrong. For seven days and seven nights, she searched for him. With her supernatural speed, hearing, and vision she went over the entire valley they lived in. On the eighth day, someone knocked on the door of her little cottage.

Kassie rushed to the door, hoping and praying it was Axel. But to her utter shock and horror, Niklaus stood in front of her, a smirk on his face.

"Long time, little sister. I heard you got married. Where is the groom? I much desire to speak with him."

"...Nik? Wh-what are you doing here?"

He strutted inside, inspecting the little cottage with a frown. He turned to her, paying no mind to her disheveled appearance.

"You left us, little dove. No words, no letter, nothing...Why?"

Kassandra, who was already exhausted from searching for Axel, was on the brink of collapse. The last thing she needed was Klaus. How did he even find her?

"How did you find us?"

Klaus tsked, cocking his head. "You didn't answer my question, love. Why did you leave us?"

She sighed and pinched her nose. "Because I love him! I promised him we would be together no matter what. So once he found me, we ran away."

"And what about family? Do we matter so little to you?"

She had no energy left to fight with him. She just wanted to find her husband. She thought it was suspicious how shortly after Axel disappeared, her brother showed up at her doorstep.

"Nik, just tell me what you want and leave. I need to find Axel."

"What I want is for you to come back to us."

"Not without Axel!" She yelled tearfully.

"He's not coming back, Kassandra! He used you to become immortal and left you!" He yelled back, grabbing her shoulder and shaking her.

Kassie shook her head, refusing to believe Nik's words. No, that wasn't true. Axel loved her. He truly did. He would never betray her like that.

"No! He'll come back, I just- I have to keep looking!"

Yet, a certain part of her had already given up. By now he could be hundreds of miles away. Doubt took over her; what if he really did just use her to become a vampire and get a daylight ring? What if he got tired of her and ran away to be with someone else?

"He used you," Klaus whispered in her ear as she collapsed to the floor.

The thought was too terrible to imagine. The pain coursing through her was too much for her. A little voice in her mind was whispering to her: 'Shut it down. Close it off.' She gave in, the seams of her already fragile heart breaking and a state of apathy took over her.

"Kassandra..." Nik called for her.

She looked up at him, her eyes dead and emotionless. Klaus wasn't sure what happened but one thing he knew - he could use his sister's newfound apathy to his advantage. And boy, did he take advantage of it.

A/N - Leo Suter is BAE, how was I not supposed to choose him as my fancast for Axel. Also, him playing a Viking helps so much with fitting him into the story cause obviously the Originals are also Vikings.

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rogueshadeaux · 4 months ago

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Slllliiiiiides over here. Hi hello. I don't think I'll do a bad karma run (IM SORRY. IM SORRY!!) cause a) I'm a wimp and b) I need to get off videogames as soon as I'm done cause I've spent too much time playing lately lmao BUT I will be watching playthrougs cause I gotta know how fucked up he gets.... I gotta know...

To clarify i have a pre existing oc from a story that could be very easily flung into a vat of "au juice" because she's already halfway there in her own cannon LMAO we shall see, for now I have a huge list of things I want to draw for this game so I gotta finish 2 before I explode then I can unleash myself on art again. Gotta feed the discord now. I'm cooking for a crowd.

hi i've been dead for 8 days and recuperating for two lol I understand life stuff (and saw some references to it on your timeline, like the warhammer stuff and the tarot card thing??? bro that shit looks so good!!) as someone that literally shared your stuff and then got ripped away for my own life happenings lmfao. But if you get the chance in the future? Seriously, try an evil karma inF2 run. There's something about how they balanced the story that puts its predecessor AND sequel to shame. They're the same story, but different tales. They have the same goal, but different goalposts. SPP gives you a well-thought-out storyline that both is cohesive, but feels like your choices actually matter. It has none of the "I can help this old lady...or kick her fucking dog lol" of inFAMOUS 1, or the "I will fight for the tribe but literally do everything wrong. everywhere. because I'm a Bad Boy™" of inFAMOUS: Second Son. The choices feel real. They feel sound. They feel like the choices a man wronged by the world would make, if he decided to turn to his harbored resentment instead of his morality. And let's be honest, Cole also feels more morally gray in inF2 than 1 anyways, so seeing the path he takes is great because it genuinely feels like he's done with the accumulation of every shitty situation that has happened to him. And I'm sure you know how the story ends now, so...don't you wanna see what happens if he chose the other option? (pls tell me you haven't watched the playthrough yet lmfao)

Anyways yeah no I totally get life shit, it loves to pull you away from stuff, and also as someone only just now trying to do the bad options in Detroit: Become Human despite getting the game at launch because I need 6 years of preparation to be the bad guy, I understand the wimp bit too. It's hard to be mean sometimes. But with Cole's inF2 story, it doesn't feel mean. It feels like a desperate man, trying to fight for a future he's not convinced cares about him.

And yes oh my god please keep creating lmfao we all love your art so goddamn much. Don't leave this fandom you're now a very important asset. And it's always a good thing, throwing old friends into new situations! I love an OC in a wardrobe change. That's usually the best translation. Think a bit harder about forcing that OC into a new role. Shove her ass onto the stage. We'd all love her.

#infamous #infamous 2 #Cole MacGrath #bro i will scream about this fucking game from the rooftops nonstop it's the best one outta them all.#genuinely the only game i've ever played the bad guy in and went 'yeah okay i'd do that irl too'#versus vomitting when picking the asshole options in other games lmfao. i cannot be mean.#momma ain't raise no bitch but she DID raise an overthinking goody two shoes #seriously tho i love your art and pleASE keep at it. and good luck with the warhammer thing!! 32 minifigs is a LOT i do not envy you #will say you're the ONLY person I know who likes Kuo!! Which is so funny watching you integrate into the fandom talking so well about her #when I have like 3 friends I know that have made up instances in fics/hc just to kill her ass. everyone hates her lmfao #anyways you're aussie and i am an american about to sleep so. todaloo kangaroo.#also i do NOT have the inFAMOUS comics illegally on a google drive. How could you ask that? I know you wanted to read them but my god #I can't believe you'd think I have pirated material that I'd willingly distribute if you shot me a message (👀)

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the0retically · 5 months ago

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TMK #1:

- oh hello Scottish Grizz

- that intro was so cool

- OH THE MUSIC?? SLAPS!!!!

- The audio effects are amazing oh my god

- God the descriptions are so well done, grizz I missed your dming

- CONDI CHARACTER!!!!!

- Someone Condi knows?? Trey!!

- JIN IS SCURRYING OH GOD

- Oh already a flashback??

- “I remember this memory and I win. I win the fight” CONDI PLS

- “Yes Mom-I MEAN MASTER” JIN PLEASE OH MY GOD

- Aww I do love how that’s like his mom and brother :(

- Trey please my bro you’re good!!

- God the sound design is so freaking cool

- BEBO CHARACTER

- Oh he’s being dramatic, love Milo laughing in the background

- Lol Grizz being like what?? Bro??

- WHY IS HE AN ANIME CHARACTER?????

- “Are you saying this out loud?” PLEASE

- HE CRUSHES THE PEN??????

- The monologuing OH MY GOD EVERETT

- “Does your mother even love you?” OH MY GOD?????? WHAT THE FUCK

- “I want to scare him and make him think I’m going to eat him” OH MY GOD EVERETT

- Please let Everett being so happy as a kid to juxtapose him now

- :((( Everett and his mom :( she’s not the best mom why is why talking about death with this 6 year old

- Oh my god? Everett????

- They know each other!!!! Everett and Jin are friends!! why is Everett is emo

- MILO!!!!!! LUCIA!!

- Everett just appearing in random frames is so funny I love him

- Oh little sister :( oh she’s sick

- Third eye???

- This is so sad :(

- Oh, her sister was found

- Lucia :(((((((;( I’m too emotional this is so heavy :(, amber :( oh god could be a crazy thought but if that’s her sister I’m gonna cry

- “You play a cat really well! You should’ve been a cat!” -Bebo “I was a cat once!” -Grizz NOOOOO TAXI :(((((( I MISS HIM

- NO LUCIA LICKING HER HAND TO SHAKE HANDS NOOOO PLEASE

- I’m so happy Milo is in this, oh my god

- CANADIAN?????? MAKING FUN OF CONDI OH MY GOD

- “I am not down, I am up, I am extremely tall for my age” EVERETT PLEASE

- Jin just yelling out an answer, Everett being confused, and Lucia picking her nose, what a trio

- “Small boy” “no like a small man!” “I still say that” oh my god

- HE WEIGHS 30 POUNDS??

- Pebble :(((((((

- Jin you’re so funny oh my god just shooing him away while Everett is monologuing

- Everett stop scoffing you emo boy, thank you Lucia

- Is the special party Alf? Please that’d be so funny

- Nah it’s them! Yay!!!!

- Ok I’m driving now but I love this

- Alf ready to fight them is iconic

- Salt and pepper!!

- “Are you compensating for something?” “Yes my penis” “WHAT??????” PLEASE I WAS DYING

- also just the block of cheese grilled and the fact that Lucia is lactose intolerant is so fucking funny, Lucia I love you so much

- Jin and Everett doing constant arm wrestling and the monologuing and the constant “again!” God this is such a good party already I love them all

- And now I gotta work at camp all day as Lucia is unpacking in the room, I’ve got 23 minutes left, it’s so close and yet so far

- Ok back to it but driving o7

- Love Lucia so much

- A DEATH SAVE??? They were just fighting each?????? Oh my god I love them

- They’re back to arm wrestling oh my god

- They’re all such good friends I love them so so much

- They have to capture the monster ooooh

- Grizz struggling for so long on how to say the animal name and just giving up was so funny

- Then trying to get Alf into their group just to be bait is so funny

- I love how obvious it is that they’re friends too like this party is unmatched I love this so much

- PLEASE??? They’re just gonna kill this guy oh my god

- They’re just bullies lol

- But I love them so much!!!!!!

#jrwi #jrwi thoughts #jrwi tmk #I love this so much #jrwi everett #jrwi lucia #jrwi jin

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mxlktxa · 2 years ago

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Old Days

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pairing; (teen!)joel miller x (teen!)reader

summary; reminiscing and dreaming about older memories is always fun. especially when they were ones that paved the way for where someones stands. whether the memories were positive or negative. lively or miserable. as long as they held a special someome they have today.

warning; 18+/suggestive scenarios, language, mentions of abusive behaviors/acts, drug usage, self harm, use of tobacco

word count; 3,127

author note; i wanted to try a little something but im extra nervous about this one… someone pls help me better my writing, i beg

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❀ 6

Who the fuck was this child and why on God’s green Earth was he staring at me so hard? With a smile and holding a flower out to me, like a total loser. An adorable loser.

“Hi,” he giggled.

I stared him down, eyes squinted at the flower in his hand. He stepped forward and pushed it out to me, causing me to jerk back, humming softly.

“My name’s Joel and I’m six.”

Fuck you, go away.

“Y/N. I’m six too.”

“Do you want this flower? It matches your shirt.”

Why are you being so nice to me? And how did you fine a yellow flower in this almost completely bland park?

“Okay,” my little hand reached for the miniscule plant, cautiously taking it. The boy named Joel giggled at ran away from me.

“I’ll find you more!”

Why? Don’t do that. Strange boy.

“Okay,” I kinda just stood there, watching him run around the playground for his flower finding mission, “You’re weird, Joel.”

___

❀ 16

“Fuck you, y/n. You’re nothing but a washed up slut. Nobody would even think to love you.”

“He said that to you?”

“Yep. My own father. To his sixteen year old daughter. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Y/N… We need to get you out of there.”

“Oh, please, Joel. I’ve had worse. Done worse. I’m pretty sure I can make it just a couple more years in that house.”

“Or I could just ask around for you, see if anyone is willing to let you stay with them.”

“Joel. You and Tommy need to chill out. I’m gonna be fine. Swear,” I knew I was lying to these boys. But I couldn’t show them that I was weak.

Joel couldn’t take his eyes off me, staring down at my bruised rib area and cut up legs. Huffing, I swung myself off of the table, kissing Joel’s cheek and heading toward the swingset in front of us.

“Where is Tommy Boy anyways? Home?”

“Yeah. He’s just having a tough day today but he should be fine by tomorrow. We can all go to the movies then too.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Ugh, so excited! I wonder who’s gonna chicken out for the movie first. I bet you it’s gonna be Tommy.”

“Tommy don’t like scary movies, you know that.”

“He’s gonna have to learn to,” I laughed, running my hands along the cold metal chains that held the swing up, “Come push me, Joey. You’re always so serious.”

___

❀ 17

School. Never liked it. Not one bit. I never really had friends, wasn’t known by anybody. If anyone did know me it was because I was the kid known for skipping class to hide out and smoke in the bathrooms or an abandoned classroom, the girl that sleeps with any guy she wanted, the freak who just looked like she was in a cult so she must be. I only ever had Joel and Tommy. Even if Tommy was younger and wasn’t even on the same grounds as Joel and I.

Well they had one thing right. I skipped class to smoke, that was a fact even teachers would agree to.

“You are so high off your ass right now. Aren’t you?” Joel sounded angry at my current situation, arms crossed and eyes filled with annoyance and rage.

I looked back at the doorway from the corner I popped myself into, giggling and waving to Joel, “Don’t worry, Big J,” I cooed, taking a quick puff and exhaling, “It’s only a cigarette this time. How’d you find me, Boyo?”

Joel snarled in disgust, marching over. I quickly pulled my shades down and tugged down on my sleeves, looking back into the wall.

“I understand that this is some sort of stress reliever for you, Y/N, but do me just one favor and quit it until school ends for the day.”

I looked down at my shoes, ignoring how upset Joel seemed, though it was hard since he was right beside me, tapping his foot on the ground and burning holes into the side of my skull.

“Joel. Now isn’t a good time.”

“No? Because you were just all happy-go-lucky when I found you.”

“Because I didn’t think you’d find me anyways.”

“You choose the same three abandoned rooms, Y/N. It’s not hard,” he huffed, snagging the cigarette from me and putting it out, “Let me see em’,” Joel demanded.

Shit. I’ve known him for too long then. Way too long. Not even Tommy understands that sunglasses and baggy clothes hides the damage done from a day ago. Maybe even hours ago.

“Joel. Please.”

“Please, just let me see.”

Silence. Joe wasn’t even mad anymore just upset and heartbroken. Simply because I didn’t want to hear his quivering voice anymore, I pulled back my sleeves and lifted the sunglasses. Joel immediately huffed and his knees nearly buckled.

“Cigarette burns? More cuts? A bruised, swollen lip? Fuck, Y/N!” Joel held back his crying, gripping my arm and shaking his head.

“Joel, please,” tears pricked my eyes, falling down after I looked away from him, meeting the corners of my lips, hesitant of falling from there, “I know it’s bad, I know. But I have nowhere else to go. My grandparents on either side don’t care to even check if I’m still breathing, I have no friends but you and Tommy, and I have no money and no help to move on my own.”

“I’ll beg my mother to take you in.”

“Joel, your mother will end up in jail for a kidnapping, no.”

“There has to be something!”

“There isn’t! Joel! There’s nothing!” I broke down, shooting up from the chair and pounding on his chest.

Fuck. I’m crying and screaming at him. Maybe I’m not all that strong. Not even a good friend. Sucks to be me, I guess.

One hand landed behind my head, pulling me into his chest, the other on my back, creating small circular motions. Gradually, we ended up on our knees, Joel comforting me and kissing my forehead, plenty of times.

“Let it out, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“Fucking help me, Joel.”

“I will. Me and Tommy will do anything any everything to help you.”

“Please. I’m begging you.”

___

❀ 19

“Joel! Joel, Joel, Joel!” my feet were forcing me to charge over to Joel, jumping on his back and covering his eyes.

“Woah! Y/N, slow it down. What’s going on?” Joel chuckled, carefully pinning me between a wall and him.

“First of all, I haven’t smoked a single cigarette since graduation, so congratulate me.”

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart, good job.”

“Second, I got excepted into college, another congrats, let me hear it!”

“Wait, what? You’re serious right now?“

“Unnecessarily serious.”

“Get off me right now,” Joel got serious so suddenly, it was kinda scary. He stepped forward, letting me drop down, turning to me with a straight face. For a second, he looked at my face then chuckled and pulled me in to kiss my forehead.

I sighed in relief, holding onto his wrists and he was now aggressively smashing his lips on my forehead, eventually pushing me into the wall.

“My baby! Look at y-, you smell like weed,” Joel raised a brow and ceased the kisses, still cupping my face with both hands. I gave a nervous smile, knitting my brows.

“At least it wasn’t a cigarette?” a nervous laugh was thrown in, watching as Joel shrugged and recommenced with the kisses.

“So, does this mean you’ve a dorm now? Or do you still live with them?”

“I have a dorm, don’t worry. I just… Hope my roommate is nice.”

“Me too,” Joel grinned, resting his forehead on mine. My thumbs ran across his wrists, trying to persuade my hands to not run to his waist or ass. Very tempting, truly.

“Fuck, Joel. Maybe… You’re my lucky charm, yeah?”

“Oh, of course. Only because I’m able to help tou get back on the right track every single time,” his words felt like a warm blanket, shielding me from how cruel the world could be. But only for the short period of time.

“Mmm, let me go before I try to fuck you.”

“Yeah, no, we are very much in public and that would definitely screw us over a bit.

“Yes… Okay, let me go,” we laughed, Joel kissing me sweetly before letting me go, “I’ll come again when you get off work.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Big ol’ baby.”

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❀ 20

I sat in my dorm bathroom, shaking profusely and rocking back and forth, roommate crying and banging on the door like a police officer.

“Y/N, please, sweetheart, come out! Don’t let him get to you, please. We can file a police report and press charges! I’m begging you, please!” Veronika pleaded, jiggling the handle and sounding like she was close to choking on her words.

Just then, there was pounding on the front foor. Veronika’s breath hitched and her footsteps left the bathroom door. I slowly lied on the floor, ignoring the razors and blood beneath me.

“Where is she?”

Joel?

“She’s in the bathroom. Please get her to come out. I’m scared she’s done something crazy, Joel.”

Joel. God, Joel.

I curled up into myself, squeezing my eyes shut. This wasn’t happening. I didn’t deal with anything crazy today. Totally didn’t. I didn’t have another man I trusted just completely overpower me while I was vulnerable today. Take advantage of me and viciously threaten my life. No. Not at all. It was all just some sick dream my brain wanted me to dream of. Right?

“Y/N. Open the door, sweetheart. Please. It’s me, it’s Joel. Come on out.”

“She hasn’t said anything the entire time she’s been in there.”

“How long has she been trapped in there?”

“Almost three hours.”

Silence. I silently cried on the floor, scared of what was to happen next. Would they leave? Would they discuss what they think is happening? What was next to come?

That’s when there was insane kicks landing on the door. I screamed, sitting up right and staring as they just kept coming down. Eyes hurriedly scanning the small bathroom, I looked at the window and weakly stood to wobble to it.

There was… Laughing? From multiple people. I shook my head, climing over the tub and trying to open the window. This wasn’t happening. No, not again. Never again.

“Leave me alone! Go away! I just wanted help with my work!”

“Come on out, Y/N! We just wanna talk is all,” a distorted voice was cackling behind the door, multiple laughs, multiple voices.

“Come out, gorgeous!”

“Let’s have a little fun, baby!”

“Leave me alone!” my voice nearly cracked and failed to deliver the scentence, the window opening half way. I punched out the screen out, taking the opportunity to crawl out, applying pressure to the fresh slits all over my arms and legs.

“Y/N! No!”

I was yanked from the window, held in a pair of frightfully strong arms that wouldn’t budge. I clawed, kicked, screamed, squirmed, pleaded, did everything to release myself.

“Don’t touch me! Get away! Please leave me alone! Please!”

“Y/N! Hey! It’s me! It’s us!” Veronika, cooed, hands on my face, feeling wet and smelling like metal, “Look, love. It’s me and Joel.”

It took me a minute but her face was morphing, replacing from my abusers to my sweet, scared roommate. I still kept trying to escape but toned it down, keeping my eyes on her.

“Hi, sweetie. It’s okay. It’s us, mama. It’s us. You’re safe.”

I eventually gave up, being lowered to the ground and set up against the wall, still tearing up like crazy just silently.

I looked to the other person, seeing Joel absolutely distraught. My view just wouldn’t stay focused on one person for too long, constantly switching between to two safest people I had with me now.

“I just wanted help with the work. I didn’t want him to do any of it. I was scared. I couldn’t-“

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. We know, baby, we know,” Joel was bawling his eyes out, his hands replacing V’s and his forehead on mine.

“Help me? Please? Can you guys help me?”

“Yes, yes. Of course, sweetheart. What do you need right now? You wanna get all cleaned up? Want some fresh clothes?”

I nodded anxiously, still glancing between the two and shaking like crazy. Veronkia gave me the okay, running to get me clothes while Joel ran the water, checking up on me every two seconds. Literally.

“I’m right here, Y/N. It’s okay.”

What the fuck. Why the fuck? It was gonna take me forever to process any of this.

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❀ 25

“Y/N? You okay over here?” Tommy questioned, rubbing my back, “You’re staring off into space with wide eyes again.”

“Yeah, I’m cool. Just thinking about some other things right now.”

“Like?”

“Sinking my teeth into a thick ass steak or something,” I laughed, leaning on Tommy. A snort left him as he leaned his head on mine, rubbing my shoulder.

“You’re tellin’ me. I’d kill for a steak right now,” he huffed.

Tommy and I had been sitting at a bench near a park bathroom, waiting for Joel, Maria and Veronika to come back. It had been maybe ten minutes since they all left to use the bathroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Where do you see yourself in a few years?”

Ah. The infamous question I’ve been getting since middle school. But this time I had a not so depressing answer. My eyes met Tommy, shyly smiling.

“Uhm… Waking up to two crazy kids. Right beside Joel. Laughing and playing in bed with them. Making breakfast for my happy little family. Kissing Joel goodbye for work and taking the kids to school then going to myself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes. Definitely,” I started giggling and chewing at the skin around my nails, “Why?”

“Because he said almost the same thing when I asked him what he wanted.”

Joel actually wanted to marry me? I was just letting my little brain entertain me and allow me to assume Joel still loved me. After everything we’ve been through.

“So… Joel is in love with me? Like? For real?”

“No for fake,” Tommy paused with a blank look, looking away, “Yes for real, dummy!”

I huffed, punching Tommy in his knees, crossing my arms, “You scared me!”

Not really. I just don’t wanna hear what I already thought I knew.

“Okay, sorry, sorry! Look. They’re taking a little bit and I wanna show you something cool. Do you trust me?” Tommy questioned, standing from the bench as his hand reached out to me. I took it and stood in front of him, eyes covered by his hands.

“Hey!”

“Nope! Have to have them covered. Just for a little bit. You’re safe, promise.”

I put my trust in Tommy, holding onto his forearms to keep my balance. Tommy hummed a little tune as he walked me around, carefully guiding me.

Maybe five minutes of walking and Tommy stopped, “Okay. We’re here. Ready?”

“I’m scared but yes.”

“Okay… Look!” Tommy backed away, hands removing and both Maria and Veronika throwing white confetti at me. Startled, I squealed and waved it off, earning a laugh from the three.

“You wanted to show me white confetti?” I giggled, brushing myself off.

“No, silly. We wanted to show you this though,” Maria laughed, both her and Veronika stepped aside, revealing Joel, behind the two girls and on one knee. He held a beautiful bouqet of different flowers with what looked like a box in the middle.

“Joel?”

This wasn’t happening. This was all a dream and my brain was just trying to give me a happy moment.

“I know I said I would get you similar flowers to when we first met. When we were kids. But I got you this instead. Not a single one matches your outfit right now but… It’s still just as beautiful as you.”

“Joel, are you-? You’re serious?”

“Listen, Y/N. I know we’ve had our ups and downs, you hated me plenty of times and I didn’t wanna be around you from time to time either but I’m happy we never gave up on each other.”

“Holy shit, just shut the fuck up, yes!” I giggled, holding back tears and pushing past Veronika and Maria to go kiss and hug Joel for what felt like forever.

Joel chuckled, standing up and sweeping me off the floor the second he wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like that laughing, kissing, crying, hugging, all the good stuff for what felt like an eternity.

“So Tommy was telling the truth. About what you said.”

“What does that mean? What’d I say?”

“That you also wanted me to annoy you for the rest of your life.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s close enough.”

“Not even a five minute walk to being close. Now get down and let me put this damn ring on you.”

___

❀ Present, 30

“Y/N. Wake up,” Joel groaned, lightly shaking me. My eyes shot open, scanning the room and landing on Joel a few times before wandering again to confirm I was home in bed with him.

“What happened? What’s going on? Are-“

“Yes, Y/N, I’m fine. You were flailing around like crazy then you were calm a bit then just huffing. Like you were crying or something.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Strange dreams. You know me, Joel. Big J. Joey. J-“

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Joel lied down, pulling me on top of him. We laughed a little bit, lying together and trying to get back to sleep.

“Joel?” he hummed in response, hand meeting mine on his chest, “Thanks.”

“What? For what?”

“Not giving up on me. I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing. If I would even be alive-“

“Hey, hey, hey.”

“Sometimes, I don’t even think this is real. Like right now. Is it?”

“Yes, baby. It’s real. It’s all real. Don’t start that crying because I can assure you this is all real, you’re right here with me. Right now. We’re happy and healthy,” Joel attempted to look at me, blowing me a kiss and smiling.

“I love you, Joel.”

“I love you too, Y/N. And I would give you the world of I could.”

How and why did I get gifted this fucking guy since I was a kid? I was just super thankful to even lay my eyes on him and spend quite literally my entire life with him. Maybe I’m not entirely upset that that child stared at me with that dumb little flower.

#tlou #tlou part 2 #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel x you #joel x reader #joel x y/n #joel x female reader #fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #f!reader #𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ⋆˚✿˖°

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golden--doodler · 1 year ago

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Hi yes hello pls talk about your Linda is deaf AU. 👀 I am v v curious.

Awwwwww! You wanna know about my AU?? 🥺🥺🥺

*Cracks knuckles* Time for me to yell about an AU literally no one asked for (I don't how I even got this super random idea in the first place, it just kind of happened).

But anyway, the gist is that everything's the same, except Linda was born with some sort of ear condition that's affected her hearing ever since she was born. For quite a few years, her hearing was still passable, and she could get by--especially in her younger years, her hearing was actually almost on par with a normal person's. But by the time she turned around 17, her hearing got significantly worse, and she became deaf.

She began wearing hearing aids, but hearing aids aren't perfect and can be quite uncomfortable. She's mainly relied on sign language and visual cues to get by, but because she's heard sounds before, she still talks quite a bit. Maybe not as much as in canon, but she's still the Linda we all know and love. She just can't hear.

Gloria refuses to believe that Linda has anything wrong with her hearing, for some reason. Gayle is actually quite kind about Linda's disability and has done her best to accommodate. She's still Gayle and is pretty terrible at sign language, but it's the thought that counts! And it leads to Linda getting super excited every time Gayle says anything correctly in sign language. Gayle even accompanied Linda to get hearing aids for the first time and helped pay for them, because Gloria is awful. Al just doesn't really know what's going on.

Bob is an even better partner than he is in canon. Yes, I didn't think that was possible, either, but it's true. When he and Linda met for the first time, Linda didn't reveal she was deaf at first, because she was afraid of what he would think. Hugo was actually accommodating, but he still made her feel strange about her disability. Like, he would make little comments that he didn't intend to be microaggressions but still felt like them. Bob eventually found out, though, and when he did, his immediate reaction was to try to learn as much sign language as he could to communicate with her in a way that was easier for her. And after years upon years of practice, he's basically become fluent and is really good at sign language. He found something besides cooking that he's proficient in! :D So of course he likes to brag about that.

Some of my other favorite tidbits are (you can find all of my headcanons in this old post: https://www.tumblr.com/golden--doodler/711107535901540352/bobs-burgers-au?source=share&ref=_tumblr):

--As mentioned before, Gene doesn't really know sign language, and basically never uses it. However, he does know one phrase: "More cookie, please" (this was just taken directly from the Hawkeye show but it's very fitting for Gene). He still uses this one phrase from time to time once the occasion calls for it. Linda finds it very endearing.

----Linda learned how to sign the entirety of I Love U So Much (It's Scary) by Boyz 4 Now. during the events of The Hauntening in Season 6, to get into the Halloween spirit. Tina immediately insisted Linda teach her how. Louise also eventually admitted she wanted to learn, especially because she was in a good mood after the family put in so much effort to scare her on Halloween for the first time. In fact, everyone was kind of impressed she was able to learn how to sign the entire song. Of course, when Linda began teaching them, Louise still vehemently denied her celebrity crush on Boo Boo.

----It's revealed in the Season 11 Episode The Terminalator II: Terminals of Endearment that Linda's dad, Al, uses hearing aids like Linda, but he just has them because he's old. In the episode, I imagine Bob making a comment about how being around Al made him appreciate Linda even more because he insists Al is somehow way more difficult to deal with when it comes to his hearing loss than she ever was.

--During the events of the song "Bad Things are Bad" in Wharf Horse (Or How Bob Saves/Destroys the Town) Part 2 at the end of Season 4, Tammy, Zeke, Jimmy Jr., Rudy, plus all the other kids who're talking to Linda, Gene, and Louise hold up signs while they're talking with the words they're saying written on them (such as "maybe you'll find him inside of this vase"). This is because Tina and Louise are the only ones there who even mildly know sign language (besides Linda, of course), so they wanted to make sure Linda understood what they were talking about, especially with how dire the situation was. She did appreciate the gesture.

--This doesn't have to do with the actual AU, but if you want to see a bit of the inspiration I got for this AU, definitely check out the deaf, Queer YouTuber Jessica Kellgren-Fozard, because she's amazing and deserves all the love. Her channel might be where I do some of my research for this AU: https://youtu.be/u3rrCpYTgv8?si=INgUB5oaubC8qZQ6

--During the episode in which Bob and Linda have their "snoring contest" (I think it's Season 8, Episode 12), Bob wonders if Linda is even able to hear their snoring, especially because she has to take her hearing aids out to sleep. She commented that while she mostly can't, she can actually hear it faintly, because of how loud it is. She also can very much feel the vibrations of his snoring specifically, which she says is very comforting for her. He didn't expect to find that so touching, but he does.

--Felix Fischoeder doesn't know sign language but pretended he did when he learned that Linda's deaf, to everyone's annoyance.

--Mr. Fischoeder just casually knows sign language, and was very casual about Linda being deaf (he was just like "oh, cool, that makes sense, you're not getting discounted on the rent though") and is actually quite enthusiastic about using sign language in front of Linda, because he's just like that, it's honestly a little sweet (though he's strangely averse to explaining the reasons why. Maybe he learned for illegal reasons somehow...).

--Teddy knows some sign language! He's definitely not fluent, but he does know an impressive amount for some reason I haven't come up with yet, and loves to show off his skills for Linda. Occasionally, Linda will actually catch Teddy and Bob having a conversation or two in sign language, even when they think she's not around. She finds it hilarious, and also surprisingly sweet.

--Speaking of her voice, she's practiced endlessly to have her voice be as clear as a deaf person's can be (because she knows how much easier it is to understand people when their voice is clear, she wants to make sure hers is clear for others), so she still sounds pretty similar to how she does in the show, with her even retaining her New Jersey accent. Everyone, or at least most people, has definitely noticed how clear and usually easy to understand the tone of her voice is. This was definitely helped by the fact she used to be able to hear in her youth.

And of course, last (not certainly not least) I have to once again share this lovely Commission surrounding this AU that @drawthethingdoppelganger made for me all the way back in March that I still treasure to this day. It takes place during Something Old, Something New, Something Bob Caters For You, and when the wind blocks out what the priest officiating Connor and Farrah's wedding is saying, their exchange for this piece goes something like this:

"Hey! At least I'm not the only one who can't hear this, right? Ironic, isn't it?"

*Chuckles* "Stop making me laugh when I'm so stressed, Lin."

(Oh, and also, Bob's doing the sign for "Yes" with his hand! :D)

#bobs burgers au #deaf representation #thank you so much for asking about this!! i was so nervous about sharing this at first #especially because i'm a hearing person and this idea kind of came out of nowhere (but probably inspired by jessica kellgren-fozard)#but now this au is one of my favorites because i just grew so attached to it #there needs to be more deaf representation in media and i just crave more content of bob being the best partner ever

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majorbaby · 11 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers

thank you so much for the tag @bornforastorm, i loved reading through yours :3

i will tag @marley-manson / @rescue-ram / @persianflaw / @leonardcohenofficial / @raywritesthings

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 14… will be 15 in under 24 hrs ;)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 136,971… just over 100K of which were published this year :D

3. What fandoms do you write for? MASH at the moment, with no end in sight. I have two ideas for twin peaks but not much motivation to write them, let alone the discipline.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? if you really wanna know here’s my ao3 and you can you sort by kudos, i don’t wanna link my fics in other fandoms that are almost 7 years old now… pls…

5. Do you respond to comments? i used to be quite diligent about doing it but when i was publishing near-daily for kinktober i fell behind because i was literally writing every day. i may still go back to respond to them because i like doing it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? the beejhawk sex pollen fic (heavy dubcon warning)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i’m realizing that most of traphawk fics are only ‘happy endings’ if you see them as self-contained, which they aren’t really, because even though trapper’s exit isn’t at all relevant, i’m not consciously ‘unwriting’ that. but in-fic probably Goodbye, Farewell and Amen to That because it explicitly states that TrapHawk can handle whatever is thrown at them, which would include whatever happens post-fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics? for a while i had an anon who submitted vagues about me / my work so like yes, i’ve read a couple vagues seemed they were about my fic but, and i know this sounds like a cop-out but genuinely, i’m kinda flattered by anyone who hates my fic and still manages to read the whole thing and write a public post about how how they didn’t like it? like, what are we???

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? i consider myself primarily a smut writer, only incidentally non-smut writer. i write all kinds and can’t wait to diversify more.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? my dream fic is a specific crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? yes

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not recently, but in former fandoms yes.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? sort of. it isn’t published. but maybe soon.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? traphawk is the ship to me. some things we should be dramatic about: there’s the traphawk that i write and then there’s the traphawk that i live, which only my irl trapper understands

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? now that i have discovered the margaret longfic i really want to write i’ve officially abandoned my 80K canon-compliant margaret WIP

16. What are your writing strengths? i’m disciplined, i want to improve, i take risks, i’m curious, i’m honest and i welcome strong challenges from the people who edit my work.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i have some barriers (i’m dyslexic and english is my not my first language) but i could still stand to be much more diligent about grammar and punctuation. beyond that, my prose tends to be flowery and verbose and need to be reined in a lot. i’m trying to get better at on my own but it helps that my OG beta, marley, is kind of my stylistic foil lol (hope she doesn’t mind me saying), she trims a lot of the fat from my work and helps me communicate my ideas better. lastly, sometimes i suffer from being really married to an idea that sounded cooler in my head than it does on paper, and i have a really hard time setting it down.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i say this as someone who is multilingual - it’s almost never a good idea, especially in fic, if you’re having a main character speak partially in another language for no reason except to note that you, the author, knows that they speak another language. it could maybe make sense for atmosphere, but in that case, just say “they were speaking x language / they said something in x language”.

i’ll be honest, it annoys me so much that if i see a character in a fic drop a few words in a language other than english and then continue on in english that i will x-out of a fic. there’s got to be some thoughtful in-universe explanation for that e.g. if you’re in Canada, bilingual service agents will say ‘Hello/Bonjour’ to you to indicate that you have an option to speak with them in either language.

19. First fandom you wrote for? uhhh i honestly don’t remember. i’ve been writing fanfiction since before i was a teenager. first time i published it might’ve been for the legend of zelda.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? at the moment it’s cherry bomb! because it was a nice, smutty interlude in traphawk’s relationship and a fic that exists mostly for kink’s sake but still has a distinct vibe, unlike filthysweet which i don’t hate, but imo is unremarkable. CB is 95% style 5% substance and still contains weight somehow. i really hope i can recreate that again.

#btw when i see it typed out 'Ao3' i can't help but think... Attack on 3some...#i'm really behind in tag games but i'm always curious abt people's ficcish thoughts #tag game #my fic #wip stuff #(future) wip stuff

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Okie well I can't shut up ever so I'm going to compile my thoughts here on Tumblr as I rewatch nnt fom the beginning !! Also pls feel free to scream and/or rewatch with me👉👈👀

Kinda long so more thots below the cut

Season 1, episodes 1-6

I forgot how good the writing and animation are in the first season, like they truly thrived under aniplex😔 the brief white blood period in I think season 3 shows us just how good we had it

I love seeing Hawk and Meliodas's relationship, and his star Boar earring😭 plus having the Boar hat as the main location is just so comforting !!

Also I JUST realized his name is hawk because of a ham hok😭😭 this is like when I realized toe mater's name was tomato at the ripe age of 18

I miss the holy knights being powerful. Like I get that the Sins are always more powerful than them, had a long way to go in terms of power ups, and meliodas straight up had most of his power sealed but like DAMN. They were so cool in season 1 !! Gil was such a badass😭 I guess I just wish that the holy knights powered up along with the Sins

Seeing the very first episode got me thinking about the original pilot Manga (chapter 0) and how cool it might have been !! Like I love the story we got, but I do think those versions of Mel and Elizabeth maybe would have been better than the ones we got😳 like I just really like Meli's original design, I feel like he looks a bit older, and chapter 0 Elizabeth is simply superior ngl. She's funny, brave, and assertive - a lot more like Liz and goddess Elizabeth, except funnier

The first half of season 1 has one of my fave intro and outros like damn I forgot how fucking cool they were. Some of my fave songs to !! (my all time fave is def howling from season 3 part 2 (i think lol) tho)

Like look how cool this is !!! It reminds me of this pic from the manga

Speaking of intros, I miss the title cards !! Like look how cute this is !!

Everytime the fiddle (?) Music plays I get SO FUCKING HYPED BRO like damn Ik it's through all the seasonal and I'm so glad it is because it's rlly the perfect hype song - here it is on Spotify

Also Gil is such a badass in early episodes, I love his strength !! This moment is the fucking coolest and you can't convince me otherwise

Overall, I think the attention to detail is just better, the sounds the armor makes, the animation and drawings (esp background characters), Meliodas just sounds a bit older too (and I have theories on his voice here if u want them 👀)

The whole perv thing is really exhausting really quickly. Almost surprised 14 year old me made it through this as the 2nd anime I ever watched and the 1st I watched alone

I feel like Diane got shorter through the seasons. Like she doesn't compare to Hawk Mama like she did in season 1, and I think that's a damn shame. Let my giant girl be giant !!

She's also a decent bit more violent and I enjoy that thoroughly. She's just a silly goofy kween😌

Also her original costume is superior, her boots are just👌

Just realized that Meliodas was like an older brother/mentor to Gil and now they're brothers in law 😭😭

Also young Elizabeth and Gil are so cute😭 I always forget that they grew up together too

I love Hawk, but I feel like kicking him would just be so satisfying 😔

HOLY SHIT I forgot how badass Ban is when weren't first introduced to him !!

The humming while impaled and bleeding out he really is that girl tm

He's such a masochist. A damn if it isn't kinda hot.

Wow they really introduced Diane's body issues and then almost never bring them up again

Also my plus size Diane headcanon is so real like damn. Body issues girlies are being represented by her fr😔

Ban's slutty waist. That's it. That's the thot.

Also his pre series hair. First season reminding me why I love Ban sm

Lowkey miss the dragon handle sword. The broken blade was so cool:( Lostvayne still cool tho

I think it's so funny how they always wore their armor as holy knights, and yet anytime they wear armor in the present time line, it just immediately cracks off😭

Really anything except pants is going to be blasted off🤪

Okay SO in episode 5, when Ban is about to get his scar from the dragon handle sword, he tells Meliodas "you and me have been hanging together for a lot of years now." This scene takes place 12 years before present (bp). Does this mean Ban and Meliodas were friends before the formation of the Sins? Or was Ban the first after him and Merlin? Ban has been immortal 20 years BP, leaving 8 years in between present and the flashback. 8 years before this scene, Meliodas was still in Danafal/Danfor and would be for another 4 years. What does any of this mean? Idk, just thot it was intriguing lol.

Also how did I not notice this is the first time we see demon!Meliodas !! Baby's first sighting as an unnatural creature with otherworldly rage🥰🥰

Also the fact we never see the scar Gil gave him again lol. Plus him presumably needing to do demon mode so hellfire can heal him is actually rlly cool

Just thought about how Elizabeth laying her hand on his chest to check the scar was the first time in years his love touches him with gentleness or concern🥲🥲

The fact that it took me 6 years to realize that when Meliodas says he'll keep the promise he made to Elizabeth, even if she should die is referencing the promise he made to her originally to break their curses🥲😬😤😭😭😭😭

6'11 Ban thinking that he even had a chance in fitting in Jericho's armor is just so... him

Diane calling Elizabeth kiddo is so fucking cute🥺

Also they definitely get away with a lot more innuendos and swears. The words badass and foreplay in the same episode? Impressive

#tess rambles #rewatch nnt with me #I'll be making this a series and organizing soon #seven deadly sins #7ds #bandit ban #nanatsu no taizai #nnt #ban nnt #meliodas #melizabeth #melban #diane nnt #gilthunder #season 1 #manga #anime #hawk nnt #7ds fanart

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