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xetlynn · 10 months ago

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Twilight Imagines- Jasper x Fem! Reader

I Am A Fool

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Requested by: @raviolisblog

Summary: Reader is a nurse in the military which is how she meets Jasper, they fall in love and plan a future together but unfortunately Jasper gets moved to another base and they are separated. Which is where he turns and disappears, his writing to Reader stops and she doesn’t understand why. Only to go into her own demise, turning into a vampire. She searches for her love for over a century.

"[Name]!?" A voice calls after me as I clean my medicine station. I turn around to see my only friend, Esther. Both of us started training to become military nurses at the same time. We stuck around each only each other in the beginning and then that's eventually how it stayed. "Yes?" I respond with a tiny smile upon my face.

"Did you hear the soldiers and us will be eating lunch together this week?" She asks, her eyes sparkling with joy. I only chuckle at her question, getting back to what I was doing before she came into the tent. "I did hear. It doesn't matter though, I'm stuck with cleaning duty this week." I sigh out, annoyed. I didn't really care either, getting to know the soldiers who treat us nurses like dirt. As if we aren't the ones who take care of them whenever they get injuries that range from the tiniest splinter to gunshot wounds.

"Oh, [Name], you have to join me. I'll help you get your work done." She grabs my hand, forcing me to look at her once again. I raise a brow at her. "Please, I would like to get to know them. Maybe... we won't be as lonely." She whispers, glancing around but there was no one else but us there.

I knew she had another motive though. She wanted to fall in love. It was something she always talked about. Wishful thinking. All because of these romance novels she read before becoming a nurse.

"I don't mind being lonely, Esther. Besides I don't think I could handle the stupidity that reeks off of those men." I take my hand back from her grasp. Finishing up my cleaning.

"[Name], I will only beg this of you for the rest of the week." She tells me in a sharp tone. "That's only 7 days. I shall live." I grin cheekily, sitting down as I write down things I need from the utility room.

"[Name], join me one day at least. Please." She pleads with me, dropping down in front of where I sit. I place my clipboard and pencil down. Staring at her for a moment before throwing my head back. "One day, Esther. That's all I give you. No more begging after that." I point a finger in her face. Her expression beams with happiness, she stands up from the ground, grabbing my hands once again. "Thank you, thank you. You will not regret it!" She squeals, kissing my hands as if I had saved her family member from death or something. I shake my head, with a tiny smile that I couldn't hide even if I tried. "I better not." I mutter in a joking voice.

And the day after that conversation is the day she chose for me to join her to lunch. Lunch with the army men that chatted with every woman that they could. Multiple coming up to us. I sat silent during most conversations. Esther enjoying every moment. I quietly ate my food. Observing how the nurses almost dumb themselves down for all the men that come their way. It was embarrassing. I felt embarrassment for them. Even though I know they couldn't care less how they're perceived unless it is by the said men.

I stand up abruptly to throw away my empty tray. My best friend doesn't even notice I had left. I shake my head with a small laugh. She would've been fine without me, if only she had known.

After throwing away my tray I stand there for a moment, deciding on if I should go back to my seat or go start on some cleaning. My thinking was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. I stand up straighter, mentally preparing myself for a horrible, short conversation. I turn to see a longer haired blond.

He looks familiar as well. I glance down to his empty tray. "Sorry, am I in your way?" I ask, stepping to the side. "Only a little bit." He gives me a curtly smile, his dimples forming immediately. "My apologies." I bow my head, I go to walk away but he clears his throat. "May I ask what your name is?" He speaks up once again. "I guess you may." I joke before answering him. "[Name] [Last Name]." I tell him.

"That's a beautiful name." He compliments me and I feel my face begin to heat up. I stammer for a moment, attempting to calm myself down before speaking. "Uh, thank you. I uh I better get going." I start to walk backwards bumping into a table. Apologizing to it like an idiot before hurrying away to start on cleaning tasks.

"I looked like a fool Esther!" I cry out, hiding my face in my hands. "I'm sure you didn't." She disagrees with me, I could tell she wasn't paying attention though. Her eyes looking off into the distance as we were supposed to be doing tasks for the day. Cleaning the sheets from the men's beds. "Oh but I did. I bumped into a table and said sorry to it as if it were a human." I ranted to her anyways. "Oh wow." She mumbles.

"I feel as though you do care for what I am saying." I stop my cleaning, staring at her. "Mhm." She hums, she was looking around, outside of the tent. I roll my eyes. "Who are you looking for, Esther Anne?" I question her loud enough to snap her out of it. Her eyes widen as she looks at me. "I'm not looking for anyone." She shakes her head. Lying to me. "Right. What did I just say moments ago?"

She stays silent in response and I begin to laugh. "Ugh, I'm sorry [Name]. I just, I've been talking to one of the soldiers. His name is Ryan. He's perfect. He walked me to the tent after lunch yesterday and then found me later in the day." She excitedly informs me, going back to looking out of the tent where the men walk by. "He told me he'd look for me today." She smiles brightly. "I'm sure he will." I assure her, going back to washing the sheets.

"Oh I hope so." She quietly says under her breath. "So the man you talked to yesterday, was he cute? He had to have been if you called yourself a fool over him." She changes the subject and I glare at her. "I did not call myself a fool over him. It was over me bumping into a table." I argue with her, upset that she would even say that. Acting stupid over a man. I make fun of women like that all the time. I wouldn't go doing it myself. "You didn't answer my question." She sings.

"What question?" I furrow my eyebrows. "Was he cute?" She asks with a smirk. "He was..." I think back to his looks. His hazel eyes, his dimples that appeared when he smiled or even talked a little bit. His blond hair that fit him perfectly. I shake the thoughts out of my head. "He was all right." I shrug my shoulders. She stares at me for a moment with a disbelieving expression. "Yeah, okay."

I don't have the energy to argue with her this time though. Moving on from the conversation as we put all the sheets into baskets, heading out of the tent to hang them up to dry.

Esther begins to talk about Ryan again, describing his features and physical beauty. I stayed quiet only responding when there was a pause of silence.

As we hung up the sheets I felt a couple of presences pop up behind us. I turn around to see the man from yesterday along with two others.

"What can we do you for?" I ask, wondering why they came up to us. Esther notices them and her eyes widen. "Oh Ryan, you found me." She grins, hooking up one last sheet before going up to him. "I told you I would." He smiles gently. He was on the shorter side but he genuinely matched her so well.

"This is Jasper, a friend of mine. And this is John." He introduces his friends. I stare at the ground as they talk. Esther shaking the other men's hands. "Nice to meet you two." She sweetly says. "You as well, I have to get going though. Just wanted to see the pretty girl he won't shut up about." John messes with Ryan before walking away. Ryan rubs the back of his neck embarrassed but Esther only grins ear to ear hearing that.

Suddenly she snaps out of her trance and pulls me forward. "This is [Name], she's my best friend I told you about." She tells the two men not knowing that Jasper is the man I told her about. "Pleasure to meet you." Ryan nods his head to me and I do the same. I look at Jasper who already has a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, again." He says to me and I give a short smile. Esther has a shocked face but then smirks.

"I was going to show Ryan something on one of the trails, you two should get to know one another." Esther grabs the shorter man by the arm, beginning to walk away. "What? But- Our other chores!" I call after her. "We have time to finish them later." She smiles, turning away and ignoring my other protests.

I give up and turn to the man in front of me. "Hah, so... Jasper is your name." I awkwardly say. He chuckles, nodding his head. "Jasper Whitlock." He sticks his hand out. "Whitlock." I repeat quietly. It's familiar. I take his hand but I don't let go as I try to remember who he is.

"I've taken care of you before." I tell him suddenly. My grip lessening on his hand but I still don't let go. Not even realizing I'm doing it. "That is true. I got sick with a common cold." He says. I stare at him, scrunching my nose. I glance down to see our hands still holding and I let go quickly. "Right, glad to see you're feeling better." I grab the baskets from the ground, stacking them so it's easier to carry.

"Thank you, let me help you." He begins to take the baskets from my hands and surprisingly I let him. We go to the tent to put the baskets away. "Thank you." I say softly, he smiles. His dimples forming even more. I feel my body stiffen and I don't know what to talk about with him.

"Would you want to join me on a stroll in town?" He asks me suddenly and I go to talk but he speaks up once again. "Not today, maybe during the weekend. When you've finished your tasks." He finishes, he seemed nervous and I still stay silent. Not knowing how to respond without stuttering or making myself look like an idiot in front of this beautiful man. "You don't have to, it would be as friends." He assures me, the word friends disappoints me though. I smile. "I would love to join you." I begin to walk out of the tent. "Even if it was more than friends." I tell him.

"I have to go to my higher up, maybe I will see you in the evening?" I ask him, turning to look at him as he still stood in the tent. "Maybe I will look forward to it." He responds and I break out into a smile before walking away.

Days pass, Esther has been busy with Ryan along with her duties so we haven't seen each other much. Only before we go to bed and attempt to catch each other up on everything that has been happening. Jasper comes to find me every day. Even for a short minute it's only to talk to me. Making sure I'm still up for our stroll on Saturday evening, today. He will be seeing me outside of my uniform. Unfortunately he will still be in his. I don't mind it though, I rather enjoy him in it.

I finish up with my tasks for the day, changing into a frilly black skirt and a light pink long sleeved shirt. Tucking it into the skirt. I go to the mirror, checking out the outfit before putting my boots on. It's rare I ever wear these types of clothes. Only being in my uniform lately. It was a nice change. My hair was curled as normal, styled in a certain way that was a little different than what I do for work.

I was happy with how I looked. I head out of the bedrooms and go to the dining hall where he told me to meet him. To my surprise he was already standing there. He didn't notice me walking up to him so I try to stay quiet before loudly saying "boo!" His body jolts up and he looks up at me. "Oh my goodness." He clutches his chest. I laugh, apologizing. "That was too good!" I clap my hands together.

"That was good, but just know there will be payback." He tells me and I smile. "Oh really?" We begin to walk. "Mhm, you'll never expect it." He looks ahead, leading me to the horse stables.

We take his horse into town, I hold onto him the whole time. Maybe more than I have to but I don't hear him complaining.

Once he gets to a spot to tie the horse to I let go of him so he can get down. I watch as he ties the reins to a pole. He pets the animal before his attention goes to me. He lifts his hand and I take it. I swing my leg over and make sure my skirt won't slide up.

I then panic on how I'm going to get down. "I have never really been on a horse before." I tell him suddenly. He furrows his brows. "You got on with ease though?" He reminds me and I smile awkwardly. "I just watched how you get up and I hoped for the best." I tell him and he begins to laugh.

"Just jump down." He tells me and I look at the ground and it feels higher up than it actually is. "I'm a little fearful, Whitlock." I admit to him. "I got you darlin, I promise." He says, but it's still not enough. "What if my skirt rides up?" I pat down the fabric that I am wearing.

"I won't let that happen." He assures me and I sigh out. I was still holding his hand. "here." He lets go of my hand and then both of his hands grab my waist. "Jump off, I got you." He nods for me to do it and I grimace. I close my eyes and then do as told. I let out a little noise but he puts me down gently and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"See, nothing to worry about when I'm around." He nudges me and I smile. "Sorry about that." I frown, holding my hands together. "You're quite alright, darlin. It was a cute moment I will cherish." He takes my arm and we begin to walk. "Darlin a new name for me?" I tease him, moving closer to him as I hold his arm. I look up at him to see him smiling. "If you'd like it to be." He looks down at me in the corner of his eye instead of actually turning his head.

"I don't mind it." I answer, looking forward.

The rest of the day we talked, he bought me little treats throughout the stroll. Telling me it's to support local businesses.

It was a wonderful date that I want to do for the rest of my life. Especially with Jasper. It has only been a week and I think I've fallen for him. In a way that's almost painful when we're apart. I take in every minute we have together.

Weeks pass and it seems we only fall for one another harder than the day before. Our lips haven't even locked but the passion between us is something I've never felt before. We talk of the future. The ending of the war and building a life together.

At least that's what we did until he got told he was leaving to another base. He ran immediately to me to tell me. "Maybe I can leave too, you guys will need nurses." I say in a hopeful tone but he frowns. "I was told they already had their nurses at that base." He was gripping my hand as if I would go away. "I can still ask. We have to be positive." My chest began to move up and down. Panicking. You never know what is to happen in the war.

If this will be our last moments together. I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing Jasper ever again. "Hey, my darlin. It's okay. It's okay." He places a hand on my cheek trying to soothe my thoughts away. I lean into his hand.

"I will write to you every day." I tell him, letting go of his hand to pull him into an embrace. His arms go around me, holding my waist tightly. "As I will do the same." He whispers, kissing the top of my head. We let go and I stare at his lips. One of his hands was still on my waist.

A tear fell from my eye. "Don't cry, darlin." He kisses it away. "I'm not." I lie.

He lets out a small, pain filled laugh. "Can I kiss you?" I ask. "You don't have to ask, my love." He tells me and I put my hand on the back of his neck as I pull him into a kiss. The touch of our lips leaves shivers down my spine. Igniting a fire within me and I never want it to go out.

I never wanted this feeling to go. Even when he left, I saved every letter he sent me. I waited for every letter to come. Writing back immediately.

Then a week passed where I got nothing. Then it turned to two weeks. I couldn't sleep, knowing there was something wrong. He wouldn't do that to me. He wouldn't stop writing to me for no reason. His last letter filled with love and affection. He couldn't have just lost that feeling with me. Something had to have happened. I ran to Ryan not knowing who else to go to.

Esther and him were eating together when I showed up. I looked like a mess. My hair hasn't been kept together, my clothing wasn't as neat as usual. The eye bags under my eyes showing how much sleep I haven't been getting. "Have you heard from him?" My voice was raspy and hoarse. Ryan's eyes faltered and I didn't know what that could mean. Anxiety filled me.

"Have you heard from him, Ryan?" I repeat myself. Esther stared at me sadly. Did she know something I didn't? Did everyone know something I didn't? "Ryan?" I ask.

"They can't find him." He tells me and my body straightens. "What do you mean they can't find him?" I ask.

"He was doing a stroll, he was by himself and hours passed. He never showed back up. I just got word from my Lieutenant. He hasn't been seen for two weeks. His horse came back but not him." He explains to me and I begin to feel dizzy. I grip on the wall beside me. "He could be found. They can find him." I say, it was mainly to myself. I started to spiral. Clutching my chest. "He might've um, he must've gotten lost. The horse possibly flung him off." I say to the two in front of me. "Running off without him, you know? Right?" Eyes filled my eyes as I look to them for reassurance but their faces don't give me what I wanted.

I lose it and begin to sob. Seconds later arms hold onto me. It was Esther. She tried to give me comforting words but nothing works. I soak her shirt as I cry.

I cry only to feel numb. The numbness growing as more weeks pass and nothing new is brought to Ryan or to I. He's officially a missing soldier. They want to call him a dead man but I won't let them. I won't let anyone call him a dead man. He's alive. I know it. He can't be dead.

I ended up getting moved to a new base, Esther and Ryan also were coming. There's been cases of animal attacks here. Draining blood from the bodies. It's incredibly strange. Us nurses are working hours on end, even going into the next day. Helping the villages around the base as we've been instructed to do.

I was told to go to one with Esther, and two other nurses. A few soldiers were guarding the village, Ryan was luckily one of them for Esther. They were the lucky couple. Somehow always getting put together. I was envious. Wishing that could've been Jasper and I and we never would've been separated. He never would've gone missing.

It was a late night and Esther and I were working the shift tonight. Working with children that had lost their parents. I was tired, holding a toddler in my arms. Esther was reading a story to the older children to get them to bed. The toddler I held was fast asleep. His slowed breathing only made my tiredness worse.

And eventually I accidentally fell asleep.

Waking up to the sounds of screaming outside of the tent. My eyes shot open, the toddler I once had in my arms was now in a crib beside me. I look around to find Esther but I couldn't see her. I count to make sure all the children were there and it seemed like one was missing. Maybe they were going to an outhouse is what I thought to calm myself but when I remember I woke up to screaming I go to the exit of the tent. Hearing another scream.

I look back to the sleeping children. None of them even flinching to the scream. I poke my head outside of the tent and see something run in front of me. I gasp, getting back into the tent.

I back away not knowing what to do. It was fast. Faster than a human, faster than any animal I've ever seen.

I look around and find a metal stick that's to control fires. I step outside of the tent. Hearing a scream again. This time I realize it's Esther's screams. A child crying with it. My heart begins to race and I run towards the sound. Staying quiet.

I look up to see smoke, along with light further in the village. I grip the stick and head towards the fire. It was a stupid idea but I couldn't just let Esther die. Along with that poor child.

As I get closer I see Esther holding the child. There were people standing around her and she was cornered. I didn't know what to do. I stood there like a coward. Like a fool.

I am a fool.

I didn't even notice the man that stood behind me. The man who grabs me, covering my mouth as he bites into my neck. I let out a muffled scream. I feel my blood draining from my body but it stops and my body drops to the ground. I see a woman attacking the man who just bite me.

I feel immense pain growing in my neck. I sweat from the pain. I groan, gritting my teeth together. The woman comes over to me and I stare at her in fear. Her eyes were red and she wasn't a woman. She seemed to be a teenager. "Who-" I grunt trying to speak but she just shushes me. It seems like she's about to kill me but a man shows up behind her. "Hold." He says.

"She's a strong one." His eyes were wide as he stares at me. I sit myself up, leaning on the wall, still breathing heavily from the pain. "Who are you!?" I scream out, still holding my neck. The pain growing throughout my body.

"Shh." He puts a finger to his lips. I glare at him, confused on why they are shushing me. I'm confused on why a bite from a man is hurting so badly. Burning my insides.

"What is happening to me?" I beg to know.

I don't get an answer though. I don't get an answer, I never do. Three days of agonizing pain. They left me in an empty village that was killed off.

I sat against a wall the entire time. The only sight I see is the body of the child I never saved along with Esther who still held that child. Even while dying. And the man that attack me with no head beside me.

The sky changing was the only thing that kept me going. Begging that this would pain end eventually.

And when it did I stood up. A strong smell filling my nose. The smell of blood but stronger than usual. I felt feral.

I walk towards the smell, it was coming from the children's tent, the one Esther and I were in three days ago. The night it happened.

I enter inside, seeing the bodies of the dead children. I cover my mouth and nose, smelling their blood. Making me weirdly hungry. I felt disgusted with myself. I felt like I was stopping myself from doing something I know I shouldn't do.

I hear a small voice and I groan out, the feeling getting stronger. My eyes shoot around the tent needing to know where it's coming from. I see movement beside a crib and I go over to it in a fast motion I didn't even know I could make. I see a woman lying there. I worked with her. She's one of the nurses. She seems to be waking up. Her eyes open and look at me as I stand over her. "[Name]?" She mumbles and I just stare at her not knowing what to do but I know that my urges are to suck on the blood from inside her body.

"[Name] are you okay?" She asks me, starting to sit up, my nostrils flair. I start to breathe out of my nose heavily. "You're acting weird." She holds her head and I try to back up but it feels like my body is stuck in place. I see blood from the side of her forehead.

She goes to speak to me again but in a quick motion I'm biting on her neck and draining the blood from her body. She tries to scream but she can't. I feel someone behind me but I don't care enough in this moment as I feel like I've been starving.

Hands wrap around my body and pull me away from the woman that I can't remember the name of. "You've drained her completely, hun." A gentle voice tells me and I glance up to see a blond man with golden eyes staring back at me. "Who are you?" I push him away from me, he grunts but doesn't seem to be surprised by my response.

"My name is Carlisle. I just want to help you." He tells me but I hold myself, backing away from him. "Help me with what?"

"Don't you want to know what you are? Why you just fed off of a human?" He questions me and I glance from him over to the woman's body on the ground.

"You're a vampire. You're not human anymore." He informs me. I snort out a laugh. "Those are myths." I shake my head.

They were myths, but I guess they actually exist. Carlisle told me everything I needed to know. He taught me how to control my hungry and only go after animals. Controlling my thirst around humans.

We learned I have an ability. He told me how some have them. I turned out to be one of them. I can make people forget what they're thinking about in that current moment. Make them forget things that happened ten minutes ago and replace their thoughts and memories with something different. We found it out when we were caught eating off an animal by a hunter. We didn't want to kill him and I somehow focused on him and I was begging him to forget everything. Somehow it worked.

Now we've been practicing on random people.

Carlisle has truly been the biggest help in this whole weird thing.

I told him I wasn't staying with him though. I needed to find what happened to Jasper. I told him about Jasper, about how he was the love of my life. I never told him his name though. I wanted to keep my human life private. It was nothing against the man that saved me but I just wanted to keep certain things to myself. And Jasper was mine. He wasn't for everyone to know about.

And after both Carlisle and I knew we were okay on our own we went separate ways but I told him if he ever needed me I'll be in this area. I gave him my name so he can always look me up. I'd be there to help him with whatever it was.

I spent decades, over a century trying to find anything about Jasper but it was like he disappeared off the face of the earth. No one saw him. I couldn't find anything about him. Nothing about his death. I searched everywhere. Even going into oceans to see if his body was dropped in them. Lakes, the desserts around to see if he was in small areas no one could find him.

Nothing. No trace.

It was the 2000's and still nothing. I had given up at one point. Once it hit 1982. It had been over 110 years since my love went missing. A part of me hoped he became what I have. The selfish part of me. The other hopes he's in heaven, getting everything good that he deserves.

I still traveled, hanging out with random covens for a couple years before moving onto the next thing. That's how it's been for years.

Until I got a call from Carlisle Cullen. The man who saved me from damnation. "Have you heard what's happening in Seattle?" Was the first words out of his mouth. "Yeah, I thought the Volturi would've taken care of it by now." I answer him, crossing my arms as I stood outside of an alley in Chicago Illinois.

"We thought so too. But it looks like they're coming to Forks. We have a human they're after." He tells me and I furrow my eyebrows confused on why they would be protecting some random human. "I'll explain when you get here. We need your help." He says and I stiffen, licking my teeth.

"I'll be there in a couple hours." I tell him before hanging up the phone. He didn't need to explain anything. I'd help him with whatever he asks me to do. Even if it was against my morals. It's Carlisle.

And then I was on my way to Forks, Washington.

I pull up to a beautiful house, lots of glass, doesn't really hide anything. It fits Carlisle though. And his wife Esme. I met her once when I bumped into Carlisle. She had just turned. She was a lovely lady. Only got a few days to know her though.

She matched him perfectly.

I park my car and get out, Carlisle, two men, Esme and the human girl were standing on the porch. I raise my eyebrows. "A welcome party, oh you shouldn't have, Carlisle and Esme." I comment cheekily, walking towards them.

"Anything for you [Name]." Esme smiles to me and I grin back to her. "This the human girl we're fighting newborn vampires for?" I cross my arms, observing the brunette in front for me. She was nervous but she was observing me back. One of the boys pushes her behind him.

"Who are you?" I ask with a smirk. "This is Edward. That's Bella, his girlfriend." Carlisle explains to me. "And this is Emmett." Esme points over to the other boy. "Got yourself a little family now, cute." I hum quietly.

"There's others as well. Let's go introduce you." Carlisle says and they lead me into the house. There were three other people standing in the living room. A man and two women. We get closer and the three turn to me. My eyes widen when I see the mans face. He looked exactly like Jasper...

I walk closer to him. Eyebrows scrunched together. It looked like he recognized me as well. "Jasper Whitlock?" I say the name that almost seemed foreign at this point. "Darlin?" He smiles back and my face falls before pulling him into my arms rather harshly.

"Jasper Whitlock!" I squeal as he lifts me up, I grab his face kissing him aggressively, my legs wrapping around his waist.

"I thought I'd lost you!" I cry out, no tears coming out of course. All he does is hum in response, kissing me once again. "You have been with Carlisle Cullen for how long!?" I jump down asking him. "Since 1953." He tells me and I close my eyes putting my head down.

"I've been searching oceans for you for over a century and a half." I tell him. "And you've been with one of my closest allies for 50 of those years." I whisper. "I could've been with you for 50 years." I lay my head on Jasper's chest.

I then turn to everyone who was just watching the scene confused. Except for Carlisle.

He was the only one either of us told each other about and he didn't even know it was about one another. I didn't let go of Jasper the entire time they told me about what was happening.

Having to reconcile with my lover after the explanation. I got introduced to Rosalie and Alice. Alice was a nice girl, she was super excited for Jasper and I. She kept going on and on about how amazing it was until Carlisle pulled her away so we could catch up on everything.

And when it was just the two of us, I look at him. My eyes piercing into his. "I never thought I'd see you again." He tells me earnestly. "Where did you go?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. "I stopped getting letters, no one could find you." I tell him and he frowns.

He explains how a vampire named Maria turned him, forcing him to be her right hand man. He told me about his abilities which led me to tell him about mine. About how and when I turned. I told him about Esther and Ryans horrible fate.

How for the past century I literally searched bodies of water for him along with the desert he disappeared at. He told me how he heard about the base attack and heard I was there. He thought I was dead this whole time.

"I am never leaving your side ever again." I tell him with a serious expression.

"I would never want you to." He pulls me onto his lap, kissing me on my lips.

"I love you, I'm such a fool for not calling out your name to Carlisle." I lay my forehead on his.

He kisses me once more. “I am a fool as well, darlin.”

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This was 6000 words. 😕

It took me almost all day.

I hope you enjoyed is all I’m going to say right now.

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thepeaklegendoffirstgen · 1 month ago

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The mission to retrieve the red paper was a mess, and James swaggering around and coming back injured didn’t help matters at all.

You clean his wounds with precise, practiced hands, every movement efficient and focused. Ugh, what a pain, you think.

You check his forehead for any sign of injury, your fingers slipping into his messy red hair. Unsurprisingly, his head is intact. What is surprising or rather confusing is the wide grin spreading across his face.

"You sure you didn’t hit your head?" you ask suspiciously.

"Yes," he replies, like a puppy answering to its owner.

"Then what are you smiling about, dumbass?" you mutter, giving him a quick smack on the head.

He dodges just in time, his fangs flashing in amusement. For once, he’s enjoying this, a little too much, actually. You were so worried when he came back injured, and now here you are, tending to him with a mixture of affection and well-placed violence.

"I didn’t know whacking someone was part of the healing process," James muses with a smirk.

You just shoot him a bored look and continue tending to his wounds, not missing a single one, because this idiot won’t tell you where it hurts unless you figure it out yourself.

When you asked him to take off his shirt, he had the audacity to joke that you were skipping too many steps in the ritual and going straight for the prize. The blush that crept up your ears didn’t help, nor did his continued rowdiness. The smack you gave him was both necessary and a quick test to confirm his brain was still functioning.

As you begin wrapping the bandages, James drifts into one of his familiar bouts of silent contemplation, planning, strategizing… God knows what. He does this often when you’re drawing, or when he’s in meetings, or sizing up a worthy opponent. This time, it’s obviously the last. You know he's thinking about how to take down the kings, what to do with Seongji Yuk, and whatever other madness he’s got brewing.

“James?”

“Hmmm?” He snaps out of his thoughts and looks at you.

The golden light of the setting sun streams through the window behind him, casting a literal halo around this devil. You notice the crinkle near his mouth, the glint in his eyes. You can’t tell if it’s actual passion or just a burning desire for destruction. Maybe it’s both.

“Next time, be careful,” you say softly.............too softly for your own liking. You hate how tender you sound. Just once, it’s okay to be soft, you tell yourself. You used to believe, like a fool, that his speed and technique were enough. But today’s events reminded you of what’s really out there, and what dangers lie ahead.

He catches your downward gaze, and the unspoken sighs. Part of him thinks it’s cute; another part is frustrated by what happened. It wasn’t supposed to affect you like this. He needs to improve, to perfect his techniques. One or two hits shouldn't shake you like this. Then again, he doesn’t want to give you more stress either. Everything’s happening too fast. And with the way you keep things bottled up, never telling him what’s really bothering you… maybe, just this once, he should drop the act.

As you finish bandaging him and begin to walk away, he stops you with a gentle hand on your arm.

“It’s okay, you know,” he says with his usual smile, fangs and all, trying to reassure you as he rubs his hand lightly up and down your arm.

You look at him, unimpressed. “Thanks for the confirmation, I guess.”

And just like that, he sees the tension leave your shoulders. Your annoyed glare is all the green light he needs to go back to being himself.

“Next time, treat me gently. What you did wasn’t exactly ethical, you know?”

“Oh please,” you scoff. “Don’t talk about ethics when you were literally sent to erase that shaman’s existence.” You fake a gag at him.

He clutches his chest and acts like he’s dying from the insult, prompting another failed attempt on your part to smack him again.

Puppy love? Teenage feistiness? Who knows what this is. One thing’s for sure, you two aren’t normal teenagers.

As you both head for the door, he finally opens up. He tells you what he’s planning, how he’s going to perfect his techniques, how next time, you won’t have to waste your time bandaging him. There's a new variation to the original plan, and he’s going to hunt down the kings himself.

While he rambles on, you silently slip your hand into his. He immediately squeezes it firmly, tightly,a quiet promise passed between your fingers.

The tides are shifting. The winds are changing. But no matter what comes, injuries or insults, lover or loss, you’ll face it together.

Always💙

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scarletwinterxx · 10 months ago

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but on a wednesday in a cafe i watched it begin again - kim mingyu imagine

hiiiii - okay i'm so so so inlove with this one. may i say this is half inspired by real life scenarios haha anyways i hope you like it!

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10 years ago

"Kyeom, I'm gonna go. I have assignments to do"

"What noooo, the game's just about to start" he mutters, he even kick feet like a little kid

"Then stay, but I'm going" you didn't even give him a chance to say anything because you're already out the gym doors. Your bestfriend used to your attitude at this point, he lets you be.

You pull your bag on your shoulders as you walk towards the school gates, some students were also on their way out since classes are done. Just as you were about to exit, someone calls your name making you look back.

When you spot who was calling you, confusion took over your face. Wondering why Kim Mingyu is here running after you when he should be inside with the basketball team.

"Hey, glad I caught you" he smiles at you.

Kim Mingyu, the guy who's known across all campus. He's the star student, all the teachers like him, he's never missed a class, he's good at studying, never the troublemaker, has a big circle of friends and an even bigger number of admirers from all across the school.

"What's up, do you need something?" you nonchalantly replied but that didn't deter him one bit

"Yea uh actually I wanted to ask you out" he scratches the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes as he waits for your answer

"Me?"

"Yea, I like you"

"Oh uh thanks. But I'm not really looking for that type of thing right now"

You watch the smile fall from MIngyu's face before it comes back again, it doesn't quite reach his eyes though. You notice.

"Oh"

"Yeah, sorry but uhm goodluck on your game though. I'm gonna go now" you wave goodbye before going your way. Not once turning to look back where Mingyu was left standing.

The rest of your high school life flew by like that. You still mostly kept to yourself, a few close friends, never really wanting to have any eyes on you. Mingyu never contacted you after that. You two acted like strangers once again, his confession something only you and him know.

Present Day

"Did you get the invite?" Dokyeom asks the moments he enters your apartment. After all these years, he's still your bestfriends. Most of your 'friends' from high school you've already lost contact with, you realized you were only friends with them only because you saw them everyday. Not many of them really made the effort to keep in contact, you can't blame them though since you didn't either.

But that's life. People come and go.

"For?"

"Our high school reunion, please tell me you're going"

"I did get it, and no I'm not going"

"What? Why? It'll be fun" he still does this thing where he stomps his feet like a kid when you say no to him, annoying but he's your bestfriend so you learned to put up with it.

"I don't even talk to anyone from high school apart from you"

"I'll be there, you can talk to me" he weakly reasons out, trying to plead with you is like trying to move a cement brick wall. He knows it's a losing battle but he still tries anyways.

"You won't stop bugging me unless I go, won't you?"

"You know me too well"

"Fine, but I'm not staying long"

"3 hours tops"

"2, take it or leave it"

Leave it to Dokyeom to make sure you're actually coming because by 5pm the day of the reunion, he came to your apartment even though you're taking your own car since you don't plan on staying as long as him.

"Oh you actually got ready" he says when you open the door

"I don't want another long message from you, let's go before I change my mind"

The two of you drove separately to the venue, as an introvert you admit when you got there you already want to go home. You see the familiar faces, already dreading the amount of small talks you have to do for the rest of the night. Cursing Dokyeom in your mind.

Your bestfriend didn't even give you a chance to step back inside your car before he's pulling you inside, saying hello to everyone on your way in. He's always been the nicer one between the two of you.

The two of you grab some snacks and drinks before continuing on meddling with your former schoolmates. Your social battery draining drastically by the second when you hear Dokyeom almost scream from beside you,

"Kim Mingyu! Yo dude you made it"

You look over where Dokyeom went, watching him give a bro hug to the guy. There Kim Mingyu stands, still as handsome as ever. A lot of years passed by but he still looks the same, just even better now.

The years have indeed been kind to him.

With everything happening around you, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. A few moments away from sneaking out but Dokyeom catches you once again before you can even give it a try

"Y/N's here too, you remember Mingyu right?"

You wanted to step on your bestfriend's shoes to make him shut up but instead you just shoot him a tight lipped smile before turning to the taller guy,

"Hi"

"Hey, it's been a while. I haven't seen you since... graduation"

"Yea, you too"

End of conversation.

You're still the same, Mingyu thinks. You're still the same girl he liked back then, you're still just as hard to read, still answering with single sentences, still beautiful like the day you broke his heart.

He wonders how you've been since then. Are you dating anyone or are you still out there breaking other guys' heart with your cold demeanor. He's still friends with Dokyeom and last he heard you've been doing okay. No mention of a boyfriend.

You don't give him a chance to ask any question, you say something to Dokyeom before walking towards the door

"Is she alright?" he can't help but ask

"Oh yea, she's being her usual self. It's a miracle I even got her to go tonight so I won't even be surprised if she's about to sneak home now, I'll just call her later"

"You two still close?"

"She's my bestfriend, dude. Of course we are, we're like twins ya know. Anyways how's the cafe going"

Mingyu hangs out with Dokyeom for the rest of the night, they didn't really run out of things to catch up on. He can't help but wonder how two very different people manage to stay close friends. But then again it's Dokyeom, one of the nicest guy he knows. At the end of the day, he's glad you're friends with someone like him.

The next day Dokyeom calls you to bombard you with stories about the reunion that you missed when you came home, he goes on and on about catching up with Mingyu then some other people from your batch you don't even talk to anymore but you listen anyways.

After the phone call, you get ready to go to work. You go on with your routine and before you know it you're done with your 9-5. That goes on for the rest of the week.

Some people hate it but you liked having a routine, it drives you crazy when things don't go your way.

Like tonight, your workmates all but forced you to come with them for afterwork drinks. You wanted to decline but you already done so many times so they made sure you come with them this time.

"Okay okay so what if you're in a room full of all the people you ever liked, who would you go to?"

Everyone take turns to answer until all head turns to you, "Oh me?"

"Yea, come on spill the details girlie we won't tell" one of your workmate jokes, clearly drunk

You take a few more seconds to think before you say your answer

"I guess this guy I rejected in high school"

"What? Oh my gosh whoooo, tell us tell us what happened" they excitedly ask

"Oh no big deal, just a guy. He was nice, like really nice. I liked that about him, but uh I guess high school me wasn't ready for any kind of commitment so I rejected him. I choose him because I want to apologize, that's all"

"Aw did you hear that? that's so cuteee"

"So where is he now?"

"I don't know, I never really kept in touch"

You grab your glass so you can avoid any more questions, after an hour to tell them goodbye since you still have to go to work tomorrow.

And as expected you woke up with a slight headache, even though you wanted to stay in bed for the day you know you can't. You get up and get ready for the day, planning to stop by this cafe your workmates keep on mentioning on your way to work.

Good things it's still early, when you got the cafe there were only a few people inside. You can smell the freshly brewed coffee and pastries on the stand.

"Next, Hi goodmorning what can I get you?"

"Hi, can I get an iced Vanilla Latte and a bagel with cream cheese to go? Thank you" you say your order while the cashier notes it down "Okay, for a moment I'll just get your order ready"

"Sure" you wait on the counter for your order, checking the other pastries and the menu board.

Mingyu was at the back, getting some stocks ready for the day when he spots someone on the counter. He had to do a double take to make sure it was you standing in his cafe, immediately a smile forming on his face as he watch you look at the display case.

You're too lost in your own world to notice him now standing Infront of you so he clears his throat to get your attention, "Can I get you something else, see anything you like?" he asks

He can see you weren't expecting to see him here, out of all places.

What in the twisted fate was this, you think to yourself.

"Oh uh the other barista already took my order" you tell him, Mingyu goes to the other guy telling him something before returning to the register with your order, "One iced vanilla latte and bagel with cream cheese, here you go. Anything else?" he asks again

"I think this is all for now, so how much?"

"On the house" Mingyu says with a smile, makes you wonder if he does this on a regular basis but you shake the thought away.

"What? No, come on I'll feel bad. Tell me how much" you tell Mingyu but he just shakes his head at you

"Free coffee for the pretty lady"

"Do you tell all your lady customers that?" you ask him, the words already out before you can stop yourself. You can feel your cheeks heat up but Mingyu just chuckles, again he shakes his head

"Just you, tell me next time how's our coffee and baked goods are then we'll call it even" he tells you, pointing at the suggestion box

"Are you sure? My workmates recommended this place and they said the coffee is good but I never really went with them" you tell him,

"You work close by?"

"A few blocks from here, I sometimes pass by here but it's always so busy. I guess I got lucky today"

All this time you were this close to where he was and he never knew. Mingyu mentally agrees with you, indeed it is a lucky day because for the first time since he met you you finally said more than one sentence to him.

17 year old Mingyu would be pouting and kicking his feet out of jealousy, he would never believe this day would come but here you are.

"Thank you for the coffee and food, uh see you around"

"You too, Y/N. It's nice to see you again" he smile again, you shoot him a small smile before going your way.

He watches you go out the door, the scene of you walking away hitting him like a Deja vu. A scene from 10 years go playing in head. Just as you were about to exit the door, to turn around to look at him behind the counter then shoot him another smile then you were gone.

This time though Mingyu wasn't left with a heart to mend but something to look forward to. Maybe just maybe this time it'll be his chance.

"You're down bad" Hoshi, his co-owner and other barista, says from beside him

"Huh?"

"Really?? Coffee for the pretty lady? so original" he laughs

"What? I never used that on anyone" Mingyu mumbles, "I know, that's why I said you're down bad. Who is she by the way?"

"Someone very special, call me when she comes back" he pats Hoshi on the shoulder before going to the back to resume his re-stocking duties.

Mingyu didn't want to expect (but he was), he would be lying if he didn't tell Hoshi he'd open tomorrow and man the register just in case you come in early again. He would be lying if he says he looked up every time the bell dings signaling another customer came in only it wasn't you.

It took you a few days before you visited again, and this time luck wasn't on Mingyu's side because he was not on duty.

"Hey, you're Mingyu's friend" Hoshi remembers you from the other day, greeting you with a big smile making his eyes almost disappear. He seems like a warm person, very friendly.

"Yeah, you can say that" you shyly answer him "Oh right sorry, what can I get you?"

"I'll get another iced vanilla latte. The last one you made was really good" you tell him

"Thanks, make sure to drop that inside our box" he jokes "Anything else?"

"Can you recommend any pastry for me to try? They all look so good"

"Honestly, not to be biased, everything's good here but that chocolate cake is extra special. Mingyu makes it himself everyday, want a slice?"

"Sure, sounds great"

Hoshi, you learn his name, goes and make your order like before then returns to the counter "Okay here you go, and the man says it's on the house"

"Huh?" you ask confused "Mingyu said it's on the house if ever you come back"

"Oh I can not not pay, he already said that the last time" you said, already getting your card out

"No really, he insists. And between us, I'd be in bigger trouble if I let you pay. If you want to scold him, feel free to do so and drop it in the box"

You chuckle, finally taking your drink and food "Thanks again, let me write something" you seat on a vacant chair to get a paper from inside your bag, writing a quick note before going back to the counter to drop it in the box. You say goodbye to Hoshi before going.

You feel your phone ring in your pocket, Dokyeom's name flashing on the screen "Barbeque later"

"Are you asking or are you telling me?"

"I'll come by after work" then he hangs up.

A few hours later, your bestfriend shows up with a few grocery bags and a loud mouth. You two catch up on what you missed on the few days you didn't get to talk, he likes staying up to date with your life even though nothing really ever happens. He's like the brother you never expected but you're now stuck with.

"Do you have any sweets here, chocolate or something" you hear him scrummaging through your kitchen

"I have a cake slice in the fridge"

Dokyeom finds it then walks back to the dining table, setting it in the middle to share between the two of you

"Oh gosh this is so good, where did you buy this?"

"At Mingyu's cafe, did you know he had one?" you ask back, Dokyeom's head springs up to look at you

"You went there? Mingyu did mention he had a cafe. So you two talked?"

"Yea he was there the first time I went, it was really nice the coffee is good. The other barista said Mingyu baked this" you tell him, taking another bite

"You know, you never told me why you rejected him"

Dokyeom suddenly mentioning that made you cough out loud, "You said you liked him right? Then all of a sudden you were telling me you rejected him"

"Are we really talking about this? It's been 10 years"

"Yea"

"Like I said, I didn't have the time and I got overwhelmed. Everyone knew who Mingyu was, I didn't want that kind of attention on me too. I guess 17 year old me got scared"

Dokyeom listens to you, watching you stab the piece of cake before taking a bite "For what it's worth, he really liked you back then. He even asked me what your favorites were, I said you liked cakes more than ice cream"

Back at the cafe, Mingyu comes in after Hoshi closes so he can start on baking tomorrow's batch of cake. He's in the kitchen getting the ingredients ready while Hoshi cleans the display case and front of the house.

He was humming to himself when he hears the kitchen door swing open, "Oh by the way Y/N dropped by today"

Mingyu forgets the number he was on, now he has to measure the flour all over again. He turns to look at his friend with an annoyed expression, Hoshi holds his hands in the air

"Hey don't blame me, not my fault she went here on your only day off. But I did say it's on the house courtesy of you, so you're welcome"

"Atleast you did something right" Mingyu says

"And she got the chocolate cake, she also dropped something in the box. Go check it when you're done, I'm going now" he waves goodbye before going to the office to do a few more things before leaving Mingyu alone at the shop.

He tries to focus first on what he's doing, going back to measuring the ingredients and putting it in the oven before going to the counter to get the box.

How will find your note here when there's about 30 others in here, he's not so sure. He reads through a few of them when finally he finds one

Coffee is great, maybe even better with company. On me next time I come back, thanks Gyu :)

He knows it's from you because of the nickname, a lot of people from highschool used to call him that. It may be common but it sounded extra special when you're the one calling him that. He takes the note and put it in his pocket before putting the others back.

Tonight's cake about to be extra good.

When Mingyu comes in the shop the next day he was expecting you to come, he wasn't going to lie about it this time.

It might seem silly but he never really got over his crush on you. There's something about you that he admired so much, even though people said you're the 'ice queen' with your stoic expression and one line answers he thinks you're just always straight to the point.

He never harbored hard feelings even after you rejected him, he understood your reasons. He knew you were focused on your studies but he just wanted to shoot his shot.

That day when he asked you, he already saw you in the gym before the game. He thought you were going to watch only for you to disappear a few minutes before they started, he chased after you with high hopes only to be handed his heart back in a few pieces. But even then he still liked you, he continued on admiring you from afar. Cheering you on your academic victories and cheering for you on your graduation day when you gave out your valedictorian speech.

He liked watching you achieve your goals, you always had that laser focus and determination. The entire class knew you deserved it.

Now a decade later, you're still the same in some ways. The night during the reunion party, he didn't expect to see you there. You didn't age a day, you still look so beautiful. You now carry this confident but reserved aura around you, he admits he was a bit intimidated to approach you so he thanks Dokyeom for being there.

The day passed by and still no sign of you, when he turns the open sign over to close he lets out the biggest sigh. Looking at the last slice of cake on the stand, ironically very similar to him. Waiting for you to come by.

He's busy mopping the floors to notice he didn't lock the front door, you just got out of work and decided to check if the cafe was still open. The sign said closed but you spot Mingyu inside so you try to knock on the glass door but he couldn't hear you so you let yourself in.

You walk closer to where he was before tapping him on the back making the tall man jump up in the air with mop in hand.

Mingyu turns around, holding his hand to his chest as he looks at you blinking back at him "Fuck you scared the shit out of me, sorry" he mumbles the apology after letting a few curses out

"Sorry, I didn't mean too. I knocked but you couldn't hear. Uhm is it a bad time?"

"No, I mean no it's good. I was just cleaning up. Do you want anything?" he asks you, putting the mop in the bucket before walking towards the counter with you following. He stands by the cashier while you stand on the other side

You spot the last piece of cake like it's calling your name, Mingyu following your gaze. Smiling to himself while he waits for your order.

"I'll get the last piece of chocolate cake, please. Hoshi recommended it yesterday and it was really food. Glad I got the last one" you smile

Little did you know he made that recipe with you in mind. He knew you liked chocolate cakes. "Chocolate cake coming up, anything else? Our cookies are good too, let me get some for you"

"As long as you let me pay for it"

"Not a chance, miss" Mingyu smirks, putting the remaining cookies in a box along with the cake before walking back to face you

"Not this again, you already got it for me the last few times I was here. How will you run a business if you keep on giving it out for free"

"I don't always do it" Mingyu shrugs

"Just let me pay please" you say giving him your card but he just pushes it back

"No"

"Mingyu"

He smiles, looking over at you. For a second you were taken back by his stare. The only way you can describe it was sweet, he looked so sweet like the cake he baked. He looked so soft and gentle like he wouldn't break a heart.

"Come back next time, I'll let you pay"

"You said that the last time"

"Then keep coming back, maybe one day I'll let you" he confidently tells you, the underlying message of wanting to see you again lies in the air. He holds his breath waiting for your next words,

"If you don't let me pay the next time, I won't come back" you threaten him cutely, finally taking the bag from him. Mingyu smiles walking to the other side to walk you out.

Before you reach the door you stop, "Actually, there's something I need to tell you" you turn to look up at him

"Go ahead, I'm listening"

You take a few seconds, again surprised with how he's staring right at you. Like he's seeing all of you.

"I would like to apologize for what happened before, you know the whole rejection thing. I know it's a bit overdue, actually it's very overdue but I've always wanted to say sorry. Someone asked me if I was in a room full of all the people I liked, who would I run to I said you. That's because I wanted to say sorry... so yea. I'm sorry" you mumble, now you're looking at his chest. Too shy to look at him

"You like me?" Mingyu mumbles

This make you look at him again, "That's all you heard?"

"I mean I appreciate the thought, apology accepted. Now back to my question.. I heard that right, right?"

"You're not wrong"

You and your one liner answers.

"So how many are there in the room" he asks, now he's teasing you. You can't help but scowl at him, rolling your eyes.

"It's a very short list and you're missing my point"

"No I get it, and no need to apologize. I respect your decision back then and I still do now. No need to say sorry over that, no hard feelings" he smiles at you.

Mingyu wanted to reach out and hold your hand but he stops himself. He didn't want to mess this again with you, if this is finally his second chance then he's not going to do anything to mess it up.

"I really am, it's been 10 years but I just wanted to tell you that. So yea.. that's uh that's all"

"Can I ask something?"

"What?" you ask back "Who else would be in the room with me, do I know the others"

"Oh my gosh! It's a very short list"

He laughs at your answer, reaching up to tuck the loose hair than fell on your face behind your ear.

"I believe you, tell me about it next time you get coffee"

"Seriously making me rethink about coming back here" you pout, this made Mingyu's heart pound like crazy. A hundred shots of espresso got nothing on you. Only you can make him feel this way, so alive.

"I'll bake you a cake" he bargains

"Chocolate?"

"All yours, on the house"

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getmeoutofhell · 9 months ago

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Your slasher house series got me stuck on Valak. Could u plss write some headcanons, it can be fluff or smut, I just need more Valak pics. I'm loving your work 🐱❤️🤸‍♀️

Valak x reader headcanons

SFW

firstly, you have no idea how you and him even became a ‘thing’. it just…happened out of nowhere you’d say. more specifically, he happened out of nowhere. like, he just appeared out of thin air and you excepted him.

i mean, sometimes you come to think he was planning to be with you for a while, meaning he was stalking you for some time before he showed himself to you. you asked him once, to which he laughed and didn’t disagree with your claim.

valak himself is full of evil. but with you his evil is dimmed down just a bit. he lets you talk to him, vent to him, and even cry to him in your time of need. he also kills for you. he’s a demon after all, so he needs humans begging for mercy to satisfy him.

eventually in the ‘relationship’ valak will show you his true self, revealing his demonic form. at first, you got flipped out, but after a little bit you relaxed. you thought he was gonna kill you, but he kept you alive.

valak uses pet names for you. well, i’m not sure if you’d want to call them ‘pet’ names. he calls you my little viper, my little demon, and sometimes he just straight up calls you the word pet. even tho he likes you, it doesn’t mean he’ll be soft with you. as i said, he’s a demon, so he’s gonna take every change to remind you that.

he sometimes scars you, it’s another reminder to not get fully comfortable around him. anytime he could snap and get rid of you just like anyone else. remember that.

another thing, don’t make him angry. like, please just try your best to not piss him off. unless you want a: your soul to be stuck with him all eternity. b: him to kill a loved one of yours and make you watch

NSFW

talking about valak in this section he’s full of lust and greed in the bedroom. he loves him a good time when he fucks you.

he’s pretty big down there as well, way bigger than a normal man would be. he tells you to shut up and take it, but if only he knew how big he really is. he’s a mastermind, which means he’s always in control no matter what you do.

if you tell him to slow down, he’ll laugh at you and sped up. in some cases he’s the first man to even make you orgasm this much. he knows that, he can read your mind. he knows when you crave him, think of him. it’s creepy i know but this is valak we’re talking about.

he’ll breed you over and over, leaving you a soaking crying mess. you’re not done until he’s done, so buckle up and get ready to be there for a while. there’s nothing you can really do anyway.

sometimes he’s ties you up, just to make you suffer a little bit more. you’ll wake up the next day with bruises and marks but don’t dare tell your friends that it’s because you have sex with a demon. he’ll kill them if he finds out. he knows already.

thanks for the kind words!!

#slashers #slashers x reader #slashers x y/n #valak x reader #valak #valak the nun #valak conjuring #the conjuring #conjuring #x reader #horror headcanons #headcanons

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azuraaass · 1 month ago

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The Knight’s Dance – Part Two: The Garden Conversation

Content: Lewis Hamilton x reader in a Bridgerton way - fluff

Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V / Part VI

The terrace opened onto the dusky serenity of Lady Danbury’s famous gardens, where roses bloomed like secrets and the hedges whispered of stolen moments. She stepped outside with Sir Hamilton just behind her, her head high and posture unapologetically poised.

It wasn’t recklessness that guided her feet into the moonlight—it was clarity.

“Tell me,” she said, voice low but steady, “do you always follow women into gardens after one dance?”

Sir Hamilton gave a small laugh. “Only the ones who look like they’re about to disappear.”

She turned slightly toward him, one brow raised. “And what gave me away?”

“You looked,” he said, “like someone who would rather brave the cold than another conversation about eligible barons or embroidery patterns.”

She didn’t smile, but the corner of her mouth twitched in recognition. “You’re not wrong.”

The garden enveloped them in shadows and softness. Gravel paths twisted between ancient hedges, and moonlight pooled in the folds of her gown. She led the way. There was no hesitation in her steps.

“I think I’ve fulfilled my quota of obedient silences for the evening,” she said after a moment.

“I’m not sure you’ve ever obeyed anything in your life,” he replied, studying her. “Not truly.”

She turned at that. “You sound as if you admire that.”

“I do,” he said plainly.

That made her pause. For all his refinement—military medals, tailored coat, perfectly measured deference—there was something about Lewis that felt… unscripted. Not rehearsed for society.

“Then I’ll say something few in that ballroom would dare to admit: I find this season exhausting. The endless parading. The performance of it all. It’s not that I dislike the people—I dislike who I’m expected to be around them.”

“Who are you, when no one’s watching?” he asked, a softness to his voice that didn’t match the cut of his uniform.

She considered the question, and him.

“I read too quickly. I ride too fast. I write about women too. I don’t believe in marrying for convenience. And I don’t plan to wait around for a man to decide I’m acceptable.”

A pause.

“I also can’t sew,” she added. “Unless you count accidentally stabbing a handkerchief until it resembles a battle scene.”

That finally made him laugh, not politely, but genuinely. It was the kind of laugh that cracked through a man’s polish and revealed something real.

“You sound… formidable.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

He took a step closer, not presumptuously, but intentionally. “You said you dislike the role you play. So why continue playing it?”

She looked up at him, eyes calm and clear. “Because sometimes strategy requires performance. Because the only thing worse than being controlled… is being underestimated.”

That stopped him.

“You’re not what I expected,” he said after a beat.

“And you’re exactly what I expected,” she replied. “Stoic war hero. Haunted eyes. Mysterious past. Very dramatic.”

He looked surprised—and slightly amused. “So you see right through me?”

“Please,” she said with a little shrug. “Your jaw clenched the moment Lord Elsmere mentioned Crimea. You scanned every exit in the ballroom. You haven’t once removed your gloves. You’re used to armor—literal or otherwise.”

Sir Hamilton seemed to study her then, more intently. Not as a man observing a potential match—but as someone meeting an equal.

“And yet you still walked out here with me.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t intrigued.”

There it was—honesty, finally laid bare between two people too used to playing roles. The air between them changed, not tense, but charged.

“I have something I haven’t said aloud in months,” he said suddenly.

“Then say it.”

“I’m tired,” he confessed. “Not just physically—though I won’t lie, peace is its own kind of fatigue. I’m tired of being revered by strangers who don’t know what it cost. I’m tired of pretending I’m proud of what I survived.”

The vulnerability in his voice didn’t rattle her. She didn’t flinch. She simply held his gaze, steady and understanding.

“You don’t owe anyone pride,” she said. “You only owe yourself peace.”

He nodded, as if the words were a balm he hadn’t expected to need.

“And what about you?” he asked. “What do you owe yourself?”

She didn’t hesitate. “More than a season spent being chosen. I want to do the choosing. And I want it to be worth it.”

Their eyes held a moment longer than was respectable.

“Is this the part,” she said lightly, “where you offer to scandalize me?”

“No,” he said, stepping back—respectful, but not withdrawn. “This is the part where I ask if I might see you again. In the light. In conversation. Without pretense.”

“And if I say yes?”

“I’ll arrive at your doorstep with no intention of pretending this is mere curiosity.”

The fire in her chest was immediate, dangerous, exhilarating. She tilted her head.

“My father receives guests on Thursday mornings,” she said. “But I suggest arriving after breakfast. He tends to be less suspicious once he’s been fed.”

Sir Hamilton bowed, but there was something warm—almost boyish—in the gesture.

“Then I’ll come hungry.”

She gave him one last look before turning toward the steps that led back to the ballroom.

As she rejoined the hum of conversation and candlelight, her mother’s voice called her name with a pointed edge. But her mind was still in the garden—still tasting night air and truth and the possibility of something rare.

Not a love story.

Not yet.

But perhaps—finally—a story she’d written for herself.

#lewis hamilton x you #lewis x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton #bridgerton #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #ferrari #fluff #formula 1 #formula one

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yanderes-galore · 2 months ago

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yandere Sean macguire concept? Please and ty

Yandere! Sean MacGuire HCs

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Drinking, Violence, Blood, Delusional, Murder, Kidnapping, Dubious relationship.

Ah, yes, Sean's HCs finally after giving him a ton of AU stuff first.

He's one of the most talkative members of the gang and can be enthusiastic at times.

Other times he's considered lazy to other members of the gang.

I'd consider Sean persistent and delusional when it comes to pursuing the one he loves.

He'd probably be flirty with you and overly jealous.

Many in the gang can see Sean is adamant on impressing you, slinging compliments at you just to have your attention in some way.

Sean probably gets even more clingy when drunk, often seeking you out to hold you or lean against you.

I'd argue Sean is one of the most affectionate yanderes in the gang.

He doesn't intentionally try to harm you, it's mostly others that are in danger.

When you first meet Sean, you may find him annoying or eccentric.

However, the man often ends up relaxing you when he just tells stories by the campfire.

He's loud and annoying at times....

Yet it's a little endearing when you get used to it.

Sean can be irritating when trying to 'court' you.

Sean doesn't typically take 'no'.

Don't get me wrong, he will not force you into anything...

Yet he's persistent.

He's going to try his best to convince you he can treat you like a proper man should.

Sean is cute at times with the way he tries to impress you, often asking Dutch for jobs just to brag about it later.

However... Sean is incredibly jealous.

Drunk, sober, doesn't really matter for him.

Sean just seems like the type of yandere who's... confrontational.

He likes to talk big and often gets hostile with other men around you.

For example, Sean often starts barfights if someone speaks sweetly to you.

Even when you aren't together, Sean feels like you're meant to be his.

He just needs to win you over.

He'll spark fights with gang members too, yet there's more people who plan to try and stop him.

What's worse? He doesn't learn his lesson.

Sean could be covered in blood, you could even be trying to patch him up, and he'll brag about it.

He looks at you with eager eyes, excitedly asking you how you thought about him protecting you.

You, on the other hand, are having trouble how to deal with him.

Sean may even kill for you.

He'd pull his gun on others if they touched you.

Sean doesn't really care if he shoots another man.

He's an outlaw, comes with the territory.

Yet he tries not to in order to not scare you.

Sean probably stalks, but he isn't all that good at it.

He follows you around, thinking of ways to grab your attention.

He'd act like a fool if it meant you'd come up to him.

His jealousy and need for attention are his toxic traits.

It makes him dangerous.

He's possessive, including with affection.

He'd proudly say he 'shot a fool' to you with a smile, just because they were too friendly.

Sean seems messy with affection, too.

Open mouthed kisses, biting, rough touches....

He isn't refined, he's just... desirous.

He loves you... obsessively.

But he isn't planning on letting another touch you once he has you.

You two probably could have had a drunk night together in your tents and that's what makes him attached to you.

He's addicted... He needs you....

Sean would do anything to obtain your affections, to make you his.

Murder... Well, that's easy.

Stealing? Also easy.

He may not kidnap you if you're part of the gang....

In fact, kidnapping doesn't seem like something he'd do unless he felt pressured.

For the most part... Sean wants to convince you to love him.

He's persistent... and if that doesn't work...?

Well... Kidnapping works too.

I think, if he actually pulls it off, Sean kidnapping would be unnerving.

Here's this overly clingy drunk who has a thing for you... he seems harmless enough.

Until he knocks you out with a few drinks, ties you up, and throws you over the back of his horse.

By the time you wake up, you're bound, with Sean cuddling you and playing with your hair.

You can run... yet while he isn't as good of a tracker as some of the others... He'll find you eventually.

When he does, you'll be bound to a tree or in his tent, as Sean proceeds to try and convince you you're meant to be his.

You think he's insane...

Especially when he comes back to you, grinning with blood on his hands and clothes.

He claims he's killed for you... he acts like it's good.

You want to leave... to beg him to release you...

You see... after he's gotten a taste...

Sean will do anything for your love...

To him... There's probably no limit...

As long as he has you somehow, anything's fair game.

#yandere red dead redemption #yandere rdr2 #yandere rdr2 x reader #yandere sean macguire #yandere sean macguire x reader

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ilsolefiesta · 1 year ago

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random astrological jam

just some absolutely random thoughts I had today while working:

♥ the strongest "mothering mother" I've ever seen is the 4th house Leo Sun with Cancer IC. we all know how lionesses protect their cubs. this quality goes to extremes when one of the most family-oriented signs rules the family house... my aunt has this placement, and she is so passionately devoted to our family. sometimes, she gives me the vibes of Dominic Toretto. we also laugh about how she can change the subject of literally any conversation to her daughter. - the weather is getting worse. - my daughter once became ill during such weather... - wow, his sport skills are amazing. - you know, my daughter used to be a captain of baseball team when she studied at school. - I think there's something wrong with my stomach. - you even have no idea what terrible diarrhea my daughter once had. (her daughter is around 30 already...)

♥ people with strong mutable placements, how often do people tell you that you seem taller than you actually are? or they thought that you were in fact taller than you are?

♥ having Cancer ASC and/or the Moon in the 1st house, along with Scorpio Sun, really creates an "angel in disguise" impression. people with these placements look SO DAMN innocent but then you begin to know them better...

♥ it’s so funny how strong Leo placements can be so obvious in their “godly” self-perception, to the point where you can't even be angry with them. my friend has a Leo stellium (Sun, Mars, Mercury). it was my birthday, so we were planning to have a party at a restaurant. she was the only one who arrived late, and it took her more than 30 minutes after the planned time. and the first thing she said when she arrived wasn’t “happy birthday” or “sorry for being late” etc. it literally was:

- just look at me. I look so damn gorgeous today, don’t you think so?

I thought I was going to die laughing.

♥ aspects of Mercury with Uranus/Chiron can make a person having a rhotacism or some other difficulties with pronunciation. for example, my former classmate and I both struggle with the letter "R" in our speech. however, my Mercury and Uranus form a trine, so people usually don't even notice it unless they are trying to listen for it intentionally. on the contrary, my classmate had a square between them. sometimes it was really hard for people to understand her.

♥ I believe that even though Capricorn ASC people may have other strong placements, they look their best wearing minimalistic clothes. like they are so self-sufficient that the rule "the simpler, the better" works for them 100% of the time.

♥ maybe it has another name in English or I misspelled it somehow (please let me know if you know what it's called). but I haven't seen any articles about Doryphory/Doryphoros and the Charioteer of the Sun in English. however, it's very popular among post-Soviet astrologers.

if you don't know, here's the idea: the Sun is the King, and Doryphory is its supportive power, like a squire. it's the planet that comes before the Sun. check it out. it can, together with the Ascendant, reveal the first impression from you. on the other hand, the planet after the Sun - the Charioteer - can show what you're remembered for in the end.

for example, my Sun is in the 1st house and the first planet behind (clockwise) is my 12th house Mars. I’m always told that I look like self-collected, confident go-getter at first glance. however, Mercury which goes after Sun usually leaves people feeling that I am overthinking and a little nervous. my sister’s Doryphory is Gemini Mercury (harshly squared, however). sometimes it really seems challenging for her to stop talking. she looks like such a chatterbox. however, people usually remember her for her good looks. her Sun is followed by Venus. as for my grandma, her Doryphory is Moon and the Charioteer is Mercury. she is the most prominent example of someone who often says or does something emotionally and then thinks about whether it was the right thing to do or not. Thank you for reading! Have a nice day! Picture credits: Pinterest

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year ago

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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Chapter 10- Barracuda Mike

Series masterlist

Warnings: small mention of vomit, mentions of alcohol, pretty much it. Not a whole lotta rafe

“Jesus- why’d we even take her with us?” John B asked JJ as they watched you down yet another drink.

“That- that was my last one, okay?!” You defended, crushing the can and rolling your eyes.“And let’s face it, I’m smarter than you two idiots.” You pointed at them.

“You dropped out.” JJ retorted.

“Okay, I never said I was book smart. Street smart.” You shrugged. “You might know calculus but what use is that if you don’t know how to get out of a 2000 dollar debt with a drug dealer? Or how to tell which one of your friends is talking shit behind your back? I’m extremely smart.”

“Wh- you know what, nevermind.” John b mumbled to himself. “Can we please get back on topic?” He asked you, you nodding and sitting up now with a sigh.

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“You actually think he’s gonna get arrested?” Kiara asked Sarah.

“He can’t get arrested. Not now. If he’s locked up, he can’t help his dad. I have to fix this. Can you give me a ride to Toppers? Please?”

“You don’t think this plan could make things worse?”

“I don’t know. And I don’t know what’s gonna happen with me and John B, but what I do know is I can’t just sit by and watch him get arrested while his dad’s abducted. I have to try.”

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

The next morning, JB rung the bell on the yard, you and jj stirring at the sound. You groaned, covering your face from the light that came through.

“Shit.” You mumbled, feeling a massive hangover. Your head pounded.

John B sighed, listening to nothing but the seagulls squawking.

“It’s something about the dudes face, you know? Like the whole no hard feelings, bro, you know what I’m saying?” John B spoke to you both, coming across on a skateboard.

“No hard feelings. It’s kinda hard not to have hard feelings about that.”

“He’s a dick, we all know this.” You mumbled to him. “Is there like some Tylenol or something? I’m dying here.”

“Yeah, in the medicine cabinet.” JB nodded over to it. You stood up, stumbling inside and to the bathroom. They watched you go inside, John b turning back to JJ.

“What’s her deal?” John B asked

JJ shrugged. “Hell if I know. She’s been a fucking wreck recently.” He paused.

“Well, I mean she’s taken care of Luke for like her whole life, now he’s gone. I’m sure that’s probably most of it.” John B shrugged.

“Nah, something seems off.” JJ mumbled. “Like she’s hiding something. She doesn’t drink like that unless she is.”

“Well, do you really think she can help us when she’s like that?” John B asked him.

“Yeah. I mean, you don’t have to like her but you gotta admit, she is one hell of a problem solver. And a fighter.” JJ paused.

“Like.. oh, oh, remember how she got you outta that detention?” Jj snapped his fingers. “And how she beat up those kids who pulled out their switchblade on you?”

John B laughed at the memory. “Dude, I had the biggest crush on her then.”

“Oh, we know. You would invite her over to the Chateau all red faced, stuttering and shit.” He laughed along.

Once the laughter died down, John B spoke up again. “Is she dead or something in there?”

“Nah, she’s probably puking her brains out right now.”

“Should we.. check?”

“Alright.” JJ stood up, opening the door and leaning in as he shouted into the Chateau.

“Are you dead?!”

“No I’m not fucking d-“ you shouted back, before being cut off with a groan and putting your face back by the toilet bowl.

“Yeah. Puking.” JJ spoke, going into the chateau, John B following.

“Well.. anyways, I was thinking… passports. We don’t have ‘em.” John B switched up the topic, both boys walking to the kitchen.

You got out of the bathroom.

“Therefore we can’t fly commercial. We need other ideas.”

“Fake passports?” You suggested. “I know a guy.”

“It’s a good idea but we don’t have the time for that.” John B told you, opening the fridge.

“Okay, well, don’t you got the money that you took from Portis?”

“I have that to my dad.”

“So then what about a boat?” JJ suggested. John B sniffed some milk, coughing and putting it back in the fridge, most definitely expired.

“If we get a boat, maybe we could get down there ‘cause the HMS… yeah. You know about the HMS.” JJ went into the fridge now, “Oh! Limbrey, Limbrey has a boat! What if we took that one?”

“Yeah, no. She took that back, and the HMS is not gonna make it down to the Port of Spain, so out on the boats.”

You sat on top of the counter, grabbing a glass and using the faucet.

“So..” you paused, taking a sip of water. “We don’t got any money, and we also don’t have a boat that can make it down to South America.”

“Great.”

“Actually, I might know a guy. I’m onto something…” JJ mumbled.

You furrowed your eyebrows hearing the sound of a truck pull up. You looked outside.

“Uh-oh.” John B spoke, you looking at him as you both crouched behind the cabinets.

“You don’t start with uh oh, dude. You’re so negative-“ JJ spoke, still standing. You grabbed his arm, yanking him down.

“Get down, shoupe is right out front!” You whisper yelled to him.

“All right, John B.” He said from outside, all of you crawling and whisper yelling at each other

“Yoo-hoo! Anybody home? John B!”

“Go under there! Under there, right now.” You told them both, pointing to a small table.

They managed to hide themselves by uncomfortably managing to fit under. You couldn’t fit.

You panicked, jj motioning for you to hurry.

“I can’t fit with you two fatasses under there!” You whispered, desperately trying to find anything else. Shoupe began to walk closer and you were running out of time.

You glanced outside, making sure you weren’t in view as you stood up and ran as quickly as possible to the nearest room, hiding yourself under the bed.

“I know you’re in there!” Shoupe spoke, now in front of the door.

He knocked on the door, looking inside through the window.

“If he sees you, it’s game over.”

“I know, okay, J?”

“Don’t get that.”

“I know you can hear me in there.” He banged. “You need to come out and talk to me. It’ll be a whole lot worse if you don’t.” He sighed, finally walking away from the door.

“Okey-doke, have it your way! You know where you can find me.” He called out, getting in his car and starting the engine.

“All right, let’s peel.” John B spoke, both of them grunting and getting up from the table.

“Shit, JJ?” You shouted, coming from outside the bedroom.

“You guys alright?” You asked them,

“Yeah.” They both said in unison.

“All right, I got a plan, all right? Think it might work.” JJ said. “It’s a little sketchy, might not like it. But I think it’ll work.”

“No, no, no, no, wait, wait, what plan?” John B stopped him.

“If I tell you now when the plan is half baked, you’ll get all negative.”

“Look, I’d settle for a quarter baked plan.”

JJ mumbled over him, using a mocking voice. “Come on!”

“Don’t you dare make that noise at me.” John B rolled his eyes, both of you following JJ anyways.

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“Hey.” Rafe spoke, a small smile on his face as Sofia woke up.

“So, is this place really all yours?” She asked him.

“More like lord of the manor shit.”

She laughed at him, as he stepped outside, looking at the mess the party had left.

He looked over, his mind being flooded with the memory of you storming over there yesterday. A part of him hoped it had ended differently and you would give in.

But he knew you weren’t like that, he knew you were stubborn when it came to these things.

What’s worse is that his suspicions about the pogues knowing he had melted the cross down was confirmed when you came over.

Rafe stormed over to where he knew his dad was, his mind also going to a conversation he had with Barry. “It’s you or your dad.”

“I’m taking care of business. I’m laying groundwork, I’m making connections, I’m trying to plant my flag here, okay? So you just need to go back to your island where it’s safe, and you need to stop jamming me up, okay?”

Ward stood up, sighing at his son.

“If you get caught here, it ruins everything.”

“I’d figured you’d know where to find me, of all people.” He chuckled. “I’m glad you did. I think it’s clear from what happened yesterday… I was right. You’re on a very bad path, Rafe.”

“Your opinion, not mine. Okay? I’m good.”

“You’re making the same mistakes again and again, the same ones I did, okay?”

“Right..”

“So I’m gonna help you, son. I decided to make some changes.”

“What are those..?” Rafe asked him.

“I’m taking control of the company away from you.”

Rafe paused. “What?”

“You’re not in charge anymore, Rafe.”

“What are you saying?”

“My attorneys found a more recent document that left control to Rose.”

Rafe exhaled, nodding. “Rose?”

“Yeah. You didn’t think I was gonna give up complete control, did you, Rafe? Not be able to tap the rudder a little bit? I’m very generous with my children.”

Rafes fists clenched, itching to punch his father at the moment. “Oh, are you?”

“But I’m not a complete fool.”

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

“Oh, perfect, Rockfish.”

“Hey, I remember bashing a beer bottle over some dude here.” You reminisced, smile on your face.

“There’s a guy here, that’s always here, moves a lot of weight. My dad worked for him.”

“No, you don’t mean Barracuda Mike? That asshat?!” You exclaimed, jumping out the car with JJ.

“Come on, there’s gotta be a better option than this.” John B said, knowing Barracuda Mike.

“Oh, you know what? There is a better option, except there’s not. All right, dude? Seriously, we don’t have a whole lot of time and your dad needs help right now and this guy is gonna be the key to getting down to South America ASAP.”

“Let me do the talking, okay?”

You and John B exchanged looks, watching Jj walk up to him. You both followed him.

“Yo, Mike!” Mike turned around at Jjs voice. “Yo! You remember me, right? You know it, it’s on the tip of your tongue.. J-“

“Luke’s son!” He put the knife in the board. “And daughter.” He nodded to you.

“Uh, also go by JJ, but uhm, that’s y/n, and this is our good friend John B.”

“Routledge.”

“In the flesh. Yep.”

“Heard stories about you three, especially you.” He pointed at you. You gave him a small salute and smile.

“Sounds about right.” You shrugged.

“I mean, he’s a stone cold cop k… killer..”JJ paused, you looking over to your side to see a very tall and large man standing menacingly beside you.

“No, I’m not.”

“Mike, I’m gonna be honest about why we’re here, okay? Since my darling little brother can’t seem to speak, we are in a little bit of trouble, and we need to get down to South America, if that’s uh-“ you spoke, before he cut you off.

“I’m sorry, slick, but I done sold the travel agency.”

You laughed, looking down and back at him.

“I mean, we’re not looking for some free handout here, alright? Name- name a price, you got it.” You shrugged. “We just need to parley, in um, private, if that’s cool with you.”

John B looked over, before you and JJ could even more.

“Just stay here, just stay here.” JJ mumbled to him.

“No you’re not gonna do this.” He whispered, “you’re not gonna leave me he-“

JJ walked into the large man. “Excuse you! All right.” He walked out.

You followed, looking at the man and saying “sorry for him. He’s a bit slow.” And walking outside with them.

You and JJ walked onto the dock, with Mike.

“Look, I know you got planes comin’ in with bales of weed from South America, they need to be unloaded, right? That’s what my dad did for you, and I’ve done it quite a few times, I can do it for you, Mike,” you pointed to yourself and to him.

“He would come home and brag about how much he made one night, which was 10k right? That’s a shit ton of money, we’re willing to do it for free.” You told him.

He scoffed, “nothings free, kid.”

“I live by that one too, all right? So, I’ll be honest, all we want is just some space in the cargo hold when you make your next trip down there. That’s all I want.”

“You just want a ride.”

“Just want a ride in that cargo hold. And then in exchange you get three sets of free hands, and another 20k in your pocket, sounds like a win to me.” You laughed. “What do you say?”

“5:30.” He called out.

“5:30, tonight, yes sir! We’ll see you!” You told him, walking back to JB.

“Fuck, I’m back. Missed this shit.” You said with a smile, JJ and you doing a handshake you made up as kids as you walked.

“Yeah, you are.” He exclaimed.

“Nice to meet you guys!” You waved bye to them as JJ grabbed John B, you guys leaving to the Twinkie.

“So I convinced him to get us a ride, but we have to do something.”

“Okay, what do we gotta do?” John B asked.

“Just a lil’ something.” JJ shrugged.

“A little something?”

“Yeah..”

“Every time you say a little something it’s never a little something.”

“John B, it’s literally the easiest job in the world, bro.” JJ told him, stopping in his tracks.

John B groaned.

“We just unload it. You know what they do on planes? You know on delta and united when they take the bags off of the-“

“Yes- yes.”

“That’s what we’re doing, okay? Once we do that we punch our tickets, go on to South America, sipping on piña coladas.”

“Shit, that sounds good right about now.” You murmured.

“Except you, no more alcohol for you.” JJ pointed to you.

“Oh, cmon! That’s not fair, you’re not my dad.”

“Yeah, well, you’re driving.” He threw the keys at you, you groaned and got into the drivers seat.

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bad268 · 11 months ago

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hiii could you please write about y/n’s trust issues and insecurities because of her mentally abusive father so she is hesitant to be in a relationship with pedri but in every instance pedri affirms her that she’s worthy and comforts her and that he will always wait for her until she’s ready and one day she decides that she can’t keep him waiting anymore and tells him ever since she left her father she has only found comfort in him and that’s when pedri really uses every second of his time to love her

it’s fine if you choose not to write abt it ik it’s a little bit of a sensitive topic

+ exes to lovers again for pedri plzzz

A Second Chance (Pedri X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (I was working on the exes to lovers when this came in and I completely changed it because I had an idea)

Warnings: Toxic family/father

POV: Third Person (They/them)

W.C. 1222

Summary: After being separated once, Pedri's not letting Y/n go.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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The story begins when they were five. Y/n lived with their single father right next to Pedri. They started playing futbol outside together, and the rest was history. They grew together from going to school together, to trying for the second squad for Barcelona. They did it together.

Around the time they started secondary school, they decided to try being a couple. It was in secret, of course. Y/n’s father was overbearing to put it lightly. This was the only way they could even pursue anything: in private. Plus, Y/n’s father had no control over them in school. It was their safe haven.

Y/n and Pedri were the staple couple until Pedri started moving up in the second Barcelona team, and he had to switch to online school. Y/n was heartbroken, but they tried to maintain their relationship.

One day, Y/n walked over to Pedri’s house, and they were inside his house for too long apparently, causing their father to come in wreaking havoc. Y/n’s father went on a rampage, shouting and degrading them, calling them names, even going as far as to say that their relationship was the reason Y/n was not progressing as quickly as Pedri in the second team.

The next thing he did was drastic. After dragging Y/n back to their house and locking them in their room, he packed up their lives and moved them in the dead of night. Y/n’s father changed their names and moved them away from Pedri. Not a sound or trace could be connected to them.

Years later, Y/n made it into the big leagues. Real Madrid was the second team they moved to after relocating, and they eventually moved Y/n up to their first team. Y/n never mentions that they played for the Barcelona team simply because their father forbade them from talking about their life before.

Y/n tried to see how Pedri was doing nowadays, but their father was constantly breathing down their neck. Y/n wished they could have done anything more to stay with Pedri since they never lost their love for him.

One day, Y/n was sitting with their teammates as normal before practice when Carlo, their head coach, pulled Y/n aside.

“You requested a trade?” Carlo asked as soon as they stepped foot into his office.

“I did. I feel like I deserve more play time, and if another team is willing to give it, I want to transfer,” Y/n explained calmly after taking a seat in front of him. They had practiced this hundreds of times. This was the first stage of their plan to get away from their father. “I agreed to come to Real Madrid despite not being from Madrid because you told me I’d get play time. I’m tired of being a benchwarmer. I have stats to prove that I can play with every other player. I just want the chance to show it.”

“We don’t have the space for you on the field unless someone retires or gets injured,” Carlo sighed, knowing what was coming.

“Then I want the freedom to be transferred to another team. I want to be allowed to look for other options. My contract says I will start in at least 10 matches in my first year, and we’re coming to the end of the season. I have started in 2,” Y/n argued. They knew this was an impossible feat for Real Madrid to fill, so they could also receive a bonus for this. “If I’m not being utilized here, I want the ability to go elsewhere.”

“Fine,” Carlo sighed, pulling up a document that was already signed. This was a standard contract that outlined that if the player could not find a new team, they would be resigned for two years on a decreased pay. “Here’s an agreement form that allows you to look for outside options, and if you can’t find one-”

“I already did,” Y/n cut him off, leaving him shocked. Y/n had heard from fellow teammates who tried to leave, and they all said to look around first and not sign anything until it’s been confirmed with another team. Thankfully, your new team was willing to take you in as soon as possible.

“You started looking before it was approved?”

“I had to see if there would be interest for me elsewhere, and it turns out, Barcelona is looking for a midfielder,” Y/n explained with a small smile. “I’ve enjoyed my time with Real Madrid, but the contract I’ve made with Xavi has me starting at the next game. I wish you and the team luck going forward.”

There was nothing left to be said as Y/n stood up, shook Carlo’s hand and left the facility after saying goodbye to their teammates. They knew the plan. Their father thought practice ran late that day, so while he was at work, they packed up only the most essential stuff and left. They blocked his number, threw out the phone he gave them, and got on the first bus to Barcelona.

Y/n had been working with Xavi for weeks on this. There was already an apartment and phone ready for when Y/n got there, all in their name. There was nothing connecting them to their father anymore. Y/n was finally free.

The next day was their first practice, and while Y/n did not get much sleep the night before, they still showed up bright and early. And when they laid eyes on Pedri, it was like all of the pieces fell into place.

The two started hanging out during practice and after matches, on days there was no training. Basically, any free time was spent together again. Despite everything in Y/n telling them they were safe to be with Pedri again, they always hesitated.

“He’s gonna find me,” Y/n confessed one day while they were cuddling with Pedri and watching a movie. “I just know it, and I’m gonna lose you again.”

“You’re never gonna lose me,” He whispered back as he lifted their head to meet his eyes. He placed kisses around their face as he made his next points, “Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Not next month. Not now. Not ever.” He pulled back again before ghosting his lips over theirs, “Now that I have you again, I’m not letting you go.”

“But what if he-”

“I don't care what he tries,” Pedri interrupted, sitting up straighter to show his seriousness. “I do not care if this guy threatens my life. I am not letting him take you away from me. We’ll keep running if we have to or we’ll move in together somewhere he can’t get to. I promise to protect you from him through thick and thin. Tell me what I can say to make you believe me.”

“You’ve said enough,” Y/n mumbled as they leaned in for another kiss. It conveyed every emotion, every feeling, every thought unsaid. It was the restart of something Y/n thought they lost and Pedri prayed for.

A second chance. A second chance to prove he was meant for them, and he would spend every waking moment showing Y/n everything they’re worth.

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#pedri imagine #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #pedri x reader #pedri #fc barcelona x reader #fc barça #fc barcelona #pablo gavi #futbol #bad268 #ship268 #thing268

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tracklessreason · 8 months ago

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Depersonalization!Yoshioka Headcanons!

(From someone who was professionally diagnosed with Depersonalization Disorder, and also thinks Yoshi deserves better.)

So easy to possess that Dimple finds it offputting. He describes it as Yoshioka having been sitting in the backseat already when he took control. His mind is roomy and seemingly blank, but his emotions and thoughts are actually hidden so well that Dimple has trouble accessing them. Dimple can get in easy and the body feels like his own, but Yoshioka's mind sometimes won't let him leave.

Yoshioka pushed Dimple out once, and it was the most forceful ejection Dimple had ever experienced, especially from a vessel he had complete control over. It makes him realize that Yoshioka wouldn't be easy prey at all unless he was actively trying to be.

Usually very quiet when not possessed, he spaces off a lot and struggles to reign in his focus. He's actually well versed and a good conversationalist, just bad at *starting* conversations.

His silent brooding thing reminded Reigen of how Serizawa struggles to converse, so Reigen tried to take a similar approach to helping him as with Serizawa. It did not go well, turns out Yoshioka does not need socializing advice from Reigen, but the slip up was forgiven and forgotten. They enjoy debating one another, when Yoshioka bothers to be present.

Yoshioka does NOT like to be present. Dimple is possessing him basically the entire time he's at the office. If he's on his own, he typically does not speak unless spoken to, and cuts off conversations pertaining to anything personal about himself.

He describes being in his own body as similar to puppeteering. It's stressful, and takes a lot of effort to remain in a state of clarity where he is aware of his mental state and expressions. He spent a lot of his life masking heavily and forcing himself to respond favorably to social cues.

Resting bitch face! Its gotten worse since Dimple as he's gotten used to not having to mask so much now. He feels emotions fine, he's just not a super expressive person, and anything more than little smiles or light chuckles is likely him playing up his reactions for another's benfit. Please just take his word that he's happy, he honestly is.

Was working at the office for almost two months before he and Reigen actually speak, and Reigen finds out his name.

It's really easy to tell who's in control even if you can't see Dimple's cheek spots. Yoshioka is very stiff (dimple begs reigen to give this guy massages before he accidentally snaps him like a matchstick), meanwhile Dimple has a lax confidence that compliments Yoshi's height and thin frame. Reigen is, as always, suspicious of Dimples motives, but in his own words, "he wears Yoshioka well".

Yoshioka smokes. No one knows this at first, because the habit is purely his. Dimple can't stand the taste of nicotine, so he never has cigarettes when he's in charge. It's helping to reduce Yoshi's cravings.

He's likes to address things very logically, and always has a plan a, b, and c.

Very aware of other people's emotional state, his abilities to comfort and guide someone rival Reigen's. He doesn't like to do it though. It's just easier to talk to people about themselves.

Highly uncomfortable with being touched. Shut down for a bit when Reigen patted his shoulder once. Pls pls do not make him aware that he is in a physical body and is real and cannot just exist in the background like a ghost.

He likes puzzle cubes!

#ask me about this man #I could go on all day #He's like if reigens business savvy nature met mobs refusal to acknowledge his own needs #mp100 #mp100 dimple #reigen arataka #yoshioka mamoru #serizawa katsuya #mob psycho 100 #depersonalisation disorder #depersonalization!yoshioka #ekubo #security guard dimple

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softie-rain · 4 months ago

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SOTR SPOILERS (tw my opinions)

Disclaimers: I have made peace with the fact I was not the audience for this book, I'll live with it, everyone is content with a full circle book, I'm not. But I wanna get my opinions out. I've actually already ranted to many of my friends about this SO I'M SORRY.

Also I'm not very good at giving straight points, so I tried to divide them in categories (lol)

My general opinion is that this book was written purely for fanservice. "The theme is going to be propaganda and how it lies to people" ... so you put the point of view of someone who doesn't get tricked by it at all?

[Without mentioning that almost no one is talking about it (other than by pointing out the quotes she put before the story) because all they think about is Lucy Gray still haunting the narrative]

FANSERVICE

This book felt pointless and fanservice because it gave us nothing new. Not about the plot [talking about this again in another point], not about worldbuilding. We found out nothing new about the Games, about the careers (which, in a book about propaganda, is kinda insane to me?), about new characters. Heavy wasted potential if you ask me. Unless you wanted to be sure most of the fans were gonna like it. And how do you do that? By inserting all the fan favourites and giving the pov of one of the most beloved character. And people are confirming this by saying "pepople are complaining about the connections and don't realize sotr wouldn't hit the same without them" like, yeah? So fanservice. The whole point.

THE REFERENCES AND CONNECTIONS

I'm not gonna complain about the Covey[again, talking about it in another point] being there and Katniss' parents (and Peeta's dad). District 12 is small, and we already knew they all knew each other. I loved hearing more about Mags and Wiress and, yes, Effie's cameo was nice. But imo they took away space (by being such important characters to the plot) from other possible new characters.

Plutarch was the best written in my opinion, working for Snow and manipulating the videos yet still supporting the revolution from inside. So wouldn't it have been much more interesting to see his point of view of the story? Especially since he's in such close relationship with Snow, knowing how they manipulate the videos for propaganda.

I will say I was bothered by the amount of Haymitch and Katniss parallels. I feel like there were too many. Haymitch sees himself in Katniss, alright. But they're not the same person.

PROPAGANDA AND THE WRITING

And how are you gonna talk about propaganda but completely ignore the careers, and pass them off as bullies (as always, if not worse tbh), kill the 90% of them in the bloodbath, and use them as villains as usual? "Oh but we got Silka showing humanity and then fighting for the Capitol, cause she got tricked by propaganda" YEAH. Why not show how she got tricked? Why she thinks it's so important to die in the Games, to win them? But no, let's show Haymitch, who never once go tricked by propaganda but his experiences have been manipulated by it.

Everything felt to straightforward? Beetee telling the plan to Haymitch the first time was literally so random?? "did you mean it about breaking the arena? ok cool here's how" like, what?? It all felt so sudden and random, and certainly not how Suzanne writes. Was she in a rush or something? (considering she said she finished the first draft in 2024...)

Because, really, what did this book add to the narrative? Nothing. "Now we know why Haymitch is the way he is." We already did. Haymitch cheated in the Games, Snow got his family and love killed for it, and then he became an alchoholic. All we got is the how it happened which honestly, wasn't necessary to understand the tragedy.

SNOW AND THE COVEY

And what about the Covey? Can someone please tell me why was it necessary for haymitch's girlfriend to be Covey? To make Snow's punishment towards Haymitch once again personal???? This thing is starting to feel like they're all trying to excuse the way he behaves purely because Lucy Gray left him. "He hates Haymitch cause of Lucy Gray "He hates Katniss and Peeta cause of Lucy Gray" OH MY GOD HE'S A DICTATOR AND THEY'RE REBELS. I guarantee you he was gonna hate them the exact same way if it wasn't for Lucy Gray. So, again, what was the point of Haymitch's gf being Covey?

And, oh god, nothing screams fanservice more than the Snowbaird agenda. Really?? Still?? The whole point was that just like the poem her name comes from even us was supposed to know nothing about her. Never bring her up again. Instead Snow is still affected by her and gets triggered like he's still 18. I'll never stop saying how tbosas ending worked perfectly with the Snow we see in og trilogy (since tbosas wasn't planned by then), and sotr totally ruined that. Or, as I call it, the sillyfication of Coriolanus Snow.

Other point about the Covey: is everyone is 12 fucking related to them or what Like, Donner's grandma? Burdock's being Lenore Dove's cousin?? How does that work? Especially considering only Tam Amber and Clerk Carmine are still alive, and there are no tombs if not Maude Ivory's (Lenore Dove's mother), Lucy Gray's and Lenore Dove's. I genuinely don't know how any of this would work.

Without mentioning Lenore Dove lacked personality. "no she didn't!!" She didn't cause she reminds you of Lucy Gray. As much as I like Lucy Gray, I would have loved to see a new personality from a Covey girl (especially since she's Maude Ivory's daughter, not Lucy Gray's. Yet it didn't feel like it at all). "Oh but she was raised by Clerk Carmine and Tam Amber" ok? Proves my point further.

THE CHOSEN ONE(bruh)

The ending felt sooo bad like Katniss was the chosen one. I hate that it's all personal now. The "beauty" (tragedy? dramaticity? whole point???) of The Hunger Games was that it was pure case. Katniss volounteered for her sister. To protect her. She never wanted to be the face of the revolution. And idk, but knowing Plutarch and Heavensbee have been secretly waiting for like 25 years for someone like her really tones it down.

WHAT TF DID I LIKE ABOUT IT THEN?

The plot wasn't bad. The Games part was definetely my favourite (mostly because it was nothing we had seen before, finally), and I liked the teamming up of all the tributes to outnumber the careers.

WYATT AND MAYSILEE. Wyatt was my favourite character in the book, I really wish we got more of him :( And Maysilee was such a strong character, really looking forward to see them both in the movie!

Louella's story was terrifying. Kinda random ngl, but terrifying. The fact Snow is completely alright with throwing a random kid in the Games to substitute a dead one is so disturbing (and should show you him being evil isn't related to Lucy Gray).

The fact we found out Katniss' parents and Peeta's dad names, MY BABIESSSS. Burdock and Asterid you will always be famous, and OTHO. Otho I love u

That's it folks, I don't think I'll spend more words on this book (unless I forgot something, which I don't think I did?) other than to talk about Wyatt, so hope you enjoyed my rant :3

#sotr #sunrise on the reaping #sotr spoilers #sunrise on the reaping spoilers #definetely my least favourite book #maybe it's cause I was expecting something and got heavily disappointed #idk

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beauty-and-passion · 1 month ago

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TMA - Chapters 161-170: Welcome to Weirdmageddon

Welcome back, survivors of the apocalypse.

Are you still sane? Did you recover from all the shit that went down in the span of a few chapters?

Good. Now get ready, because this is the last season and I am sure feelings, stories and revelations will run over us every few seconds.

In all of this, we still have The Web to meet, by the way. I get being fashionably late, but Mrs. Spider Lady truly wants to take her sweet time.

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Season 5 trailer

Please, let me resume it to you in a language that can be understandable for you all:

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MAG 161 - Dwelling

Oh, wonderful: let’s start by tearing me apart with a wholesome flashback, why not.

Just look at them. Just look at Sasha, completely naive of the shit she’s going to experience. Look at Tim, funny and happy, joking with his colleagues. Look at Martin, still clumsy and oh-so-naive about the ginormous pile of shit he’s going to face. Look at Jon, still with the broom stuck up his ass.

And look at Elias. Coming in with a “ah ah I stopped doing nothing all day and got up from my chair only because there was cake and a birthday party! I’m your quirky boss who acts as if he can read minds, but it’s just because I’m your boss and I care about you, definitely not because I’m a century-year-old motherfucker with world-domination plans! Let’s have fun, eat cake and drink wine! Just another normal day in the Archives!”.

*cries in Tim being very very dead after being very very done with everyone*

Okay, that’s just being evil. Mr. Sims, you can’t just throw stuff like this after season 3, in which Jon wanted to fire Tim to save him, but didn’t work and Tim was trying his best to get fired, but didn’t manage to.

But hey, suffering is never enough, so we get Gertrude’s tape and learn some totally funny stuff, like:

Sasha was supposed to be the next Head Archivist. Instead she appeared a couple times, then she was gone and replaced like the most useless secondary character.

Jon got the job because… idk, I suppose his CV fell on Elias’ lap and how could he ignore such a promising psychological profile for the Archivist’s role?

Gertrude’s archival system was so shitty because she intentionally made a mess, to slow down Elias’/Jonah’s plans. After people and avatars complaining about how fucked up the system was and how difficult it was to find anything, we finally learn the truth and it’s so clever and it works so well… uuurgh, I love it.

In conclusion: glad to see Jon decided to spend his time like this, suffering and reminiscing the past - conveniently sent to him by Elias/Jonah/Elijon/Jonalias/Jolene, who is now gloating on his… idk, throne of eyes or something equally fucked up.

But Tape Recorder, still the best character of the series (tied with Martin), is on. And that means one thing only: the honeymoon is over. Martin and Jon won’t be in that cabin forever. The world needs to be saved, Jon.

Again.

Also because Martin wants to do it and, by the rule I just made, everything Martin wants, Martin will get.

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MAG 162 - A Cosy Cabin

So, since hurting our feels in the previous MAG wasn’t enough, Mr. Sims has been so kind to give us an encore, with two more statements full of things that don’t hurt at all.

First we get Gertrude and Gerry, which hurts because:

Gerry! My boy Gerry!

Gertrude is very soft with him

Gertrude tells us that once a ritual comes through and the Power gets a grip on reality, it’s impossible to undo the whole thing

Related to that, there’s this part:

Which makes me think about the kind of ending TMA could have. It might just be “Jon dies and saves the world”, but… how? Unless we find out something special about Jon (like, idk, that he’s some sort of cornerstone/anchor point/whatever for all Powers to stay in this reality), how can one death save everything? Is it even possible to die anymore?

The current situation isn’t like Gertrude imagined it - i.e. one Power gets through and it rules alone. We get a world in which all Powers act together. So it’s not like “The Eye prevailed, hence The End doesn’t exist anymore”.

So, how does it work now? People don’t die at all? The Powers need people/animals for their fear, so they can’t get rid of them. So… they live in a constant “fear of dying” stage? Do they die and come back to life? Is The End getting the short end of the stick?

I suppose we’ll find out soon.

Then, we get Tim and Sasha’s tape, in which they don’t just make meta comments: they break the fourth wall and dance on the splinters.

They give us more beautiful names for Elias/Jonah/Jolene, like Jimmy Magma (my new favourite)

They clearly read the script for the Jon/Martin ship, because they got everything right. Even the epilogue that makes them canon. Sure, there was no hookup, but Martin being super awkward around Jon and his crush being obvious for everyone in a 200-mile radius was there.

Sasha tells us Tim “might be the character they drop after the pilot”

*cries in memory of how much Tim suffered and died*

Sasha casually tells that there is no real you, it’s all masks. The irony is so thick it can be cut with a knife.

Sasha tells that she’s unforgettable

*cries in how everyone forgot her*

I hate Mr. Sims, because I know he’s gloating. And I hate him even more, because I would gloat too if I were in his place, while my readers cry and become an emotional mess.

But hey, “stabbing readers in the feels” time is over, because The King Of Peepers decided it’s time for Jon to get out of that cabin and do something.

Hence, Jon decides to get up and do something. Specifically, to confront Elias. And then… we’ll see when we cross that bridge.

It’s the first time Jon has to face something with completely zero input from Gertrude. Even while facing the Unknowing, he still had some directions and details.

Now, he truly has nothing. He’s doing something no other Archivist has tried before. That’s interesting. I can’t wait to see what happens.

Also, he has Martin with him. Martin, who was basically ready to leave, but needed Jon to get up and decide it was time.

I trust them; I know they will do it. I have no idea how they will save the world, but I trust Jon’s strength and Martin’s insanity.

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MAG 163 - In the Trenches

And I thought TMA was inspired by Gravity Falls.

Ii looks like I was wrong: it’s inspired by The Lord of the Rings. I mean, we literally get Sauron’s tower!

We literally have Frodo and Sam starting their journey through the Middle Earth to reach Mordor. They don’t have a ring to toss in the fire, though. Unless their ring is Elias. They can toss him in the fire.

The trenches part was very captivating and it gave a pretty clear picture of how war is: a mix of blood, destruction, fear of an enemy you can’t even see but only know through terrible stories, wounds and pain that never heal, being burned alive, always on the verge of dying.

And, of course, people in a suit ripping your heart apart or forcing you to keep fighting for their war.

Yes, that’s all accurate.

And it’s shown the only way it could’ve been shown: by using a stream of consciousness that goes from one person to the other in one long story. I love this writing style, it really works well.

Martin saves another Tape Recorder! It’s seriously cute how he keeps talking to it as if it’s a character.

Well, not that it isn’t: Tape Recorder is the best character of this series.

Also, we get to see a mysterious payphone ringing for Martin. Who was on the other side? Another fear, ready to scare him? Elias, who just wanted to gloat? Frodo, who wanted to give him some tips? We will probably never know, but it’s still a very ominous scene.

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MAG 164 - The Sick Village

Uh, I suppose we’ll go through all the fears, before reaching the Master of Peepers and Elias/Jonah/Jolias/Elijon/Jolene/Jimmy Magma. Neat.

This time, we get to see another stream of consciousness regarding a village. A beautiful, peaceful village filled with people who are sick but hey, they blame the foreigners for it. Because foreigners are from outside their village. Therefore, they are the cause of all of their problems! It’s not that they were already rotting inside, it’s the foreigner’s fault!

The reference to racism is very subtle, almost invisible. It’s not that if you replace “foreign” with a scapegoat of your choice, you get the exact same kind of discourse.

This paragraph is particularly good at encapsulating everything: the sense of fear in a racist society, that constant terror of being surrounded by enemies, being so focused on others to ignore your faults, the fear others might go through your life and find that X person near you is Jew/trans/*insert another scapegoat*. So maybe you should be first and condemn someone else, before they get you.

It’s raw, it’s disgusting, it’s exactly what happened and is still happening. History repeats itself and Mr. Sims conveyed it very well.

Back to the MAG, we also find out new things. And it’s all thanks to Jon, who at least got something useful from the apocalypse: he turned into post-apocalyptic Google.

Elias is, of course, inside the Panopticon. And I bet everything, he’s still sitting on his ass as he did in the last 200 years, doing absolutely nothing, gloating and enjoying his new role as “Most Fucked Up King of the World”.

Basira and Daisy are still alive, but Daisy has been overwhelmed by The Hunt and Basira will probably fulfill her promise very soon and kill her.

Georgie and Melanie are still alive somewhere.

The one who called Martin wasn’t Elias, nor Frodo: it was Annabelle Cane. Oh my god, please, tell me this is another overcomplicated plan of The Web. I love her absurdly fucked up plans.

Also, I can imagine her calling, just to say: “Hi Martin, do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Saviour the Mother Of Puppets?”. That would be incredibly funny.

Helen is alive and around and she wants to be friends with Jon and Martin! Awww, my Good Gurl is still a Good Gurl.

Helen came to throw shades at Jon because no one was doing it for a while (“Oh! Such devotion. You really don’t deserve it. But of course, you know that already!”).

Helen ships Jon and Martin very hard: she even stopped to look at them because they’re such an adorable couple- oh my god, Helen is Best Gurl with Best Taste, I love her.

But most importantly: Jon and Martin can theoretically save the world. They cannot destroy the fears, but push them back.

That sounds feasible. I mean, think about your own fears: you cannot get rid of them, no one can (otherwise we won’t properly function as living beings). But you can push them back and live your life normally - or as normal as possible.

And how do you push them back? By knowing more about them. By learning about your fears. After all, every time we learn something about what was weird, strange and unknown, said weird, strange, unknown thing became much more acceptable and normal.

Maybe this is what Jon has to do. He has to look, know and understand these fears. And if looking into any of them is too much because “it’s like looking into the Sun”... maybe he can start, by learning more about his own patron. By letting “the eye see inside itself”.

In other words: he has to reach the Panopticon anyway. And maybe, once he’s there, he will find a way to “see inside itself” and push the fears back.

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MAG 165 - Revolutions

Oh, great: so The Stranger’s domain is the literal representation of “life is a carousel that turns and turns and all you can do is maintain your grip”.

And yes, there’s the little detail of people playing a huge game of capture the flag, but instead of flags, they have faces. Wonderful.

But hey, we get to see Not!Sasha again. Wo-wee, nobody was missing you, you huge impostor.

Okay, so the other Powers can basically do what they want and have their field day and enjoy their time… but everything they do is subject to the gaze of the Master of Peepers.

Glad to see we’re coming back full circle: I started my reaction posts by calling The Eye “Big Brother”, now he’s starting to act like it. It seems like I was right from the start XD

…

Okay, now it’s personal.

And since it’s personal, Jon decides that, you know, being the avatar of the Power in charge can be useful sometimes. Like when you really REALLY want to kill the bitch that took your friend’s face and life.

So The Eye can literally obliterate everything it watches, just by looking at it? That’s pretty cool. And terrifying.

And Martin is very turned on by it. But hey, he was a bit insane right from the start XD

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MAG 166 - The Worms

These chapters are starting to look a bit like Dante’s circles of hell. Each of them with their own flavor.

And this one is no exception: people reduced to worms who dig in the mud and ground, searching for a way out of their tunnels and being forced to literally eat each other to get more space. Very creepy, very cool and very Dante-sque. If I remember well, there was something similar in the Divine Comedy, let me check-

*one check later*

Yep, it was Pope Boniface VIII, who was stuck in a hole in the ground with his feet engulfed in flames. I suppose because being stuck in a hole in the ground wasn’t enough of a punishment, for Dante.

But this chapter also gives us some juicy details, starting from Helen, who explains to us how Jon did manage to kill Not!Sasha.

Short answer: this is Weirdmageddon and The Eye is the host, so since Jon is part of its entourage, he has the VIP pass. And the VIP pass comes along with cool VIP powers, like downgrading the status of other fears, by turning them from subjects to objects The Eye can look upon.

And since some of them don’t like to be looked, they die horrible deaths.

Jon is ashamed of this new VIP powers, but Martin is pretty enthusiastic:

I said it since season one. Season fucking one. Martin found a way to kill worms with a corkscrew, so he has a bit of a crazy side.

And here he is: his crazy side in full glory. My insane, beautiful boy <3

Oh gosh, I love Helen <3

And speaking of great ladies:

Oh my god, it finally happened: Annabelle Cane managed to tell Martin about our lord and saviour Jesus Christ Jon and spread some doubts in his mind.

Unfortunately for her, I doubt this would work, because the problem isn’t “maybe Jon doesn’t need Martin anymore”: the problem is that, if Jon leaves Martin, Martin will find new, original ways to kill his enemies and destroy everything, before Jon finds a way to stop him.

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MAG 167 - Curiosity

Wow, Jon, what a variety of emotions. What a superb ability to describe your feelings. Here, let me show the depths of your words:

Same thing.

O-oh, some lore regarding Gertrude and her assistants! We finally know about Emma! And oh boy, she was an insane bitch:

Fiona Law: she managed to survive a previous Archivist (taken by The Stranger), only because she always fainted at the right time, like a damsel in distress. Emma took that as a challenge and managed to kill her.

Eric Delano: he has been protected by Emma, because he’s Gerry’s father and since he had the most important role ever (e.g. being the father of the best rebel boy of my heart), he survived Emma. But not Mary.

Michael: replaced Fiona and Emma kept him innocent and naive and unaware of all the shit they were facing - until Gertrude threw him in The Spiral.

Sarah Carpenter: I remember that name since MAG 27! And now, we find out she was Gertrude’s new assistant after Michael! But unfortunately for her, Emma got her eyes on her, so she died too.

Moral of the story: Emma is like a Power. If she puts her eyes on you, you’re fucked. Hence why, Gertrude decided to get rid of the problem by sending Agnes to burn Emma Harvey alive. Sorry Emma, but you fucked a bit too hard with the wrong kind of badass woman.

Awwww! Okay, Jon might suck at expressing his feelings by words, but that was very romantic. Martin is the reason he does everything and doesn’t just… go to his domain and rule as an evil god alongside Elias, the Most Fucked Up Man Alive.

And here we can see how the sign “DEAD” on Jon’s head starts to glow. Why, why is everything telling me he’s going to die. WHY.

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MAG 168 - Roots

Oh my god, best opening of a MAG ever.

First, Martin is jealous because Jon woke up for this Oliver Banks guy, who even is he, what’s he got that I don’t?

So, he tries to persuade Jon to kill Oliver, just because he’s jealous. I said it before, I’ll say it again: Georgie is very, VERY lucky Martin didn’t know Jon stayed in her place for a while, because he would’ve totally sent a Power after her.

And when the jealous rant doesn’t work, he tries with the sweetest “please” ever. This man is incredible, I love him.

Seems reasonable, I would kill for him. He deserves to see some avatars die. As a treat.

Martin’s insanity aside, I love how the dominion of The End isn’t narrated through a normal statement, but through a record given by The End’s avatar, to The Eye. It’s very formal and I love it: it’s fitting, for a Power like death. After all, death has always been depicted with a certain composure. What better way to convey it, if not through a report and a list of complaints/solutions?

I love that. It shows very well how powerful and ultimate death is. It may end up taking people from other domains, it might end up consuming the entire earth and all life forms. It might even end up consuming other avatars and, by feeding on their fear, become stronger than The Eye.

And it can do it, because death is exactly like this. Everything is destined to die. Everything will inevitably succumb to death. The universe itself will reach death, one day.

And maybe, only in that moment The End will be satisfied. When there will be nothing and no one else, when even the last black hole will be dead and time will stop having sense.

That’s so good, I love it.

Also, it reconfirms my previous thoughts about The End: It truly is the ultimate power. No need to do anything, because everything will succumb to it. And no matter what other Power might come on top, in the end they will all succumb to death anyway.

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MAG 169 - Fire Escape

Great, so Jon switched from “Martin, don’t convince me to murder people” to “You know, there’s this guy who wronged me in second grade, I think it’s time to get my revenge”.

Which is… understandable, petty and not very good, coming from a supposed heroic, right protagonist. But we’re way past that, these characters are not saints and Jon is even less of a saint and I love him for that.

So yes, go get your petty revenge, Jon.

Even Jude realized it was just petty revenge! And she tried to bribe him or, at least, to convince him not to burn her. But hey, Jude has never been good with diplomacy. We saw it when she burned Jon, we see it again now: she tried, but it wasn’t effective.

So Jon got his revenge. And I really appreciate the difference in tone between this and Not!Sasha’s death. That felt more personal, stronger, more valid. While this… sounds hollow. She dies and, as Martin points out, nothing really changed. The house is still burning, people are still suffering. All we got was one less avatar and Martin coughing and being scared the whole time.

It really was nothing more than a petty revenge.

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MAG 170 - Recollection

Holy shit, this was a mindfuck and I loved it. So. Much.

I love the repetition of the structure: Martin talks with Tape Recorder (still best character of the series), his discourse touches a specific topic (himself, his house, his mother, his family, his job, whatever) and from there, something always triggers a memory - like a smell (very clever choice, since smell is the sense that more than any other triggers memories) or a name.

And when he recollects who he is and what’s happening, he tries to get back to Jon, only to fall into the amnesia given by The Lonely and start the cycle all over again.

It’s very fitting and conveys very well how The Lonely works. It’s almost… comforting. But it’s also very tragic, this constant sense of disorientation, of uneasiness, of “something’s wrong and I can’t pinpoint it”.

And yes, it’s heartbreaking. Martin who, despite being the best character of the series, still thinks so little of himself, still thinks he’s expendable, still thinks Jon doesn’t really like him, still thinks he’s a bad son for his mother. Still doesn’t like himself.

Martin deserves everything.

This part almost made me cry. So many things changed, Martin grew up so much and yes, he’s not alone. He has friends! He has a lover! He is Martin Blackwood and he’s the coolest character in this series and deserves love and love only!

And this part is very important too. Martin is Jon’s reason, he said it. But before anything, he wants Martin to be happy - or, well, safe at least. In the previous chapter, he was willing to let his petty revenge go, if Martin didn’t want to. Now, he’s willing to lose him, if The Lonely’s solution helps him more.

Jon might be emotionally close, but his actions speak loudly about his feelings.

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In conclusion

Weirdmageddon started and this is just the beginning. Our heroes left their cabin and entered the circles of this new hell.

And, honestly, I like these statements better. In the previous seasons, most of the statements have been a bit too “detached” from the main plot. They were just parenthesis in which the plot stopped to let the statement go.

Now it’s still the same, in a way - the plot stops so Jon can “vomit his terrors”. But at least they’re more integrated with the plot. It’s not that Jon grabs random stories: the stories are contextualized with the place he’s currently in. They feel more connected, compared to “random story slapped here while the plot goes somewhere else”.

I would like it if Mr. Sims keeps going like that, but he will probably find other ways to insert the statements in the story: there are still 40 chapters before the end, after all.

Probably we will still get this kind of statement for a while, before Mr. Sims finds another solution. Or maybe Jon will start vomiting more stories by himself, since now he has VIP access to all the knowledge he wants.

Can’t wait to find out.

-> Next post

(How about a coffee? ☕)

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syrupwit · 1 month ago

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👀 Tell me about an upcoming wip please 🛒 What's a common thing you incorporate in your work (themes/feels/imagery etc)? ✅ Related! What's something that appears in your writing over and over again even if you don't mean to? 🧠 Favorite headcanon for a character (rewriting this one to what I assume the intent was and saying your most-recently writtrn character!) 🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success? 🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

:3c

wheeheheee thank you Goose >:]

👀 Tell me about an upcoming wip please

I'm working on two WIPs at the moment! One of them is the fairy tale AU-ish Astarion/Gale fic that you know about, with ghost!Gale. The other is an Astarion/Shadowheart fic where Astarion gets turned into a bat, Shadowheart adopts the bat for ~3k words, and then for ~12k words after he turns back they try to pretend that it hasn't affected their relationship.

🛒 What's a common thing you incorporate in your work (themes/feels/imagery etc)?

I'm having a really hard time answering this question haha. Emotional catharsis without a situation being neatly resolved, I guess? Irresolution as catharsis.

✅ Related! What's something that appears in your writing over and over again even if you don't mean to?

My characters bathe a lot. They are casually physically affectionate with their friends. They are embedded in a community and aware of social dynamics in the community, even if they don't understand them and aren't adroit at navigating them. They don't go to therapy or confront their problems using language or techniques from therapy unless it's meant to be humorously ineffectual or dark. Often they have identity disturbances or are observed to look like the ghost of their former self. They notice flowers. Idk!

🧠 Favorite headcanon for a character (most recently written)

Do I have headcanons? Goose, do I have headcanons?? Right now I'm writing a scene with my durge Wenneka and Shadowheart; I suppose a headcanon I have for Shadowheart is that, although she's bi, she leans more towards women sexually and emotionally. That's a short headcanon, so I'll come up with a new one right now: Shadowheart would fucking love going to a tea party -- any party, actually. She would be good at planning parties, too, particularly surprise parties, though she would secretly yearn to be surprised herself. Wyll and Karlach could pull that off for her, and then she'd get them back.

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

A reader has an emotional reaction to it and tells me so :-) or I get an insightful comment on it that affirms something I was trying to do, or the recipient (if applicable) likes it, or my beta sees improvement in the finished product over the drafts, or I know that I tried hard and pushed myself to make something happen with it even if no one else GAF. Some evidence of progress or connection made, basically.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Here we are! Please note there is #unsanitary humor and a flippant suicide joke under the cut. Inspired by facts that someone shared on discord about vampire bats... facts I can never unlearn.

“Are there any other bat things you feel compelled to do?” said Shadowheart. “Fly? Lick your hands and put them in your ears? Piss yourself?” “Don’t be disgusting. I did not.” She gave him a look and raised her eyebrows. “I did not. Shadowheart!” She kept a serious face for another few seconds, then fell about laughing. “It was only once,” she clarified. “I think the bat was startled. It was pink, and I thought it was blood, at first.” He put his face in his hands. “I am going to die.” “It’s perfectly natural, nothing to be embarrassed about.” “Do you know how many times I’ve pissed in the past 200 years? Of the countless indignities I’ve endured, I thought I was beyond that one forever.” He dropped his hands and looked at her pleadingly. “Tell me that only you saw, at least.” Shadowheart tried not to smile, and failed. “Karlach was bringing me dinner at the time.” “Sweet hells!” he wailed. “Forget mind flayers, monster hunters, Cazador. This is the end. You already look on a wounded man, and here you are twisting the knife.” “It wasn’t like there was that much. The bat was very small, all its parts were proportionate—” “If you keep going, I may just off myself now.” “It was adorable. Sometimes it let me kiss it on its tiny head.” “Not right after it peed on you, I hope.”

#sunrisetune #writing tag but with more words so it's unique

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blackjackkent · 3 months ago

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"So what's the plan, exactly?" Helena asks between gulps of air as she tries to keep up with the qunari warrior's long, loping stride.

"We need to lure the Vinsomer out of her lair," Taash says curtly, not visibly breathless or visibly interested in giving Helena time to catch up. "I set bait. She comes out to eat. My partners loot her lair while she's out here. We'll find the bait on the beach."

Not exactly give to poetic touches, this one, Helena thinks dryly, putting on another quick burst of speed.

Taash leads them along several pathways through what look to be the ruined remains of oceanside castles. It is, honestly, a beautiful vista, and Helena wishes she had time to properly take it in. Or breathe.

"You said the dragon we're dealing with was a Vinsomer?" she gasps out, nearly tripping over an errant stone in the path as she draws near Taash's hip.

"Yeah," Taash says. "Blue with a yellow belly. Breathes lightning."

"Lightning?" Bellara perks up eagerly; unlike Helena, she seems perfectly at ease jogging along. "Shoot. I forgot my lucky boots! If I'd known--"

"We're not fighting her," Taash says, cutting her off. "Lords just want the hoard in her lair."

Yes, Helena thinks, because dragons are well-known for giving that up *without* a fight. But she doesn't voice this out loud.

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There are more Antaam in the area, which means more fights. After one of these fights, Helena shoots Taash a curious glance while sheathing her blades. "So you've got no problem fighting other qunari?"

Taash snorts. "I'm from Rivain. Not like I follow the Qun."

Helena jerks her head to indicate one of Taash's biceps, which are wreathed in red cord. "You've got the arm ropes." Growing up in Tevinter, one tends to learn a lot about qunari custom without intending to.

If she's hoping Taash will be pleased at her knowing this particular bit of tradition, though, she's disappointed. Taash stiffens at once. "Sure," she snaps. "I wear a lot of stuff. You don't get to tell me who I am."

Helena's head snaps back and she blinks rapidly. Terse *and* twitchy, she thinks dryly. Clearly she's poked a sore spot - but then again, she'd probably act the same way if someone started chatting her up like she was from Orzammar. She's from Minrathous; the delver dwarves don't want her and she doesn't really much want them either. Maybe things are the same for Taash.

She's opened her mouth to try to explain this, but Taash doesn't let her interject. "Doesn't matter anyway," she says with a shrug, turning away. "The Antaam don't follow the Qun either - not anymore."

A long, awkward silence ensues as they begin to trudge together up towards the next set of ruins. Bellara takes a stab at breaking it with a bright smile. "So... why did you want to join up with us, Taash?"

"I don't," Taash says.

Helena blinks. "I thought you wanted us here to help you."

"No."

Helena shoots a look at Bellara, who shrugs uncertainly. It's definitely not the friendly greeting they were hoping for - but then again, Taash doesn't seem like she's the friendly greeting type in general. Maybe she shouldn't take it personally.

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More banter as we progress along the beachfront leading to the cave where the dragon is hiding out.

Helena: "We're not fighting the dragon?" Taash: "No. Vinsomers eat big game. Usually sea life. They're not hostile unless you do something stupid." Helena: "Like poke around in its lair?" Taash: "Right. So we lure her out. Then the Lords go in and grab anything shiny." Helena: "But you do kill dragons, right? You're a dragon hunter." Taash: "I kill them when they need killing. This one doesn't."

Helena can respect this attitude, I think.

The bait for the dragon, as it turns out, is some good old deepstalkers, everyone's favorite nightmare fuel:

This eventually leads to fighting a "Deepstalker Matriarch", which is a lovely shade of iridescent purple and green:

During this fight we also learn that Taash has some explosive sorts of abilities too (which makes sense, as Helena's explosive skills are from the 'Lords of Fortune Saboteur' corner of the skill tree). Helena DEFINITELY likes this. XD

With the fight over, Taash sets about cooking up some deepstalker meat for the dragon, laced with a potion to put it to sleep, and Helena goes to sound a horn that will wake the dragon and bring it out to investigate.

As they're preparing, Taash speaks up idly out of nowhere. "So what do you all do?"

Helena looks at her sideways. "Right now, we're trying to take down evil god-monsters and their blighted dragons," she says dryly.

She has a feeling this will get a response - and this time she's not disappointed. Taash's eyebrows shoot up. "What? That can't be right." For a moment, her cool disinterest seems to crack a little, revealing a hint of something more energetic underneath. "Dragons don't get blighted. They're smart enough to avoid all that crap!"

Helena's lips twitch as she shrugs. "However it's happening, the gods are using the blight to force dragons to attack people."

"That's messed up," Taash sputters. "Somebody needs to stop them!"

Silence. Helena grins at her; Taash flinches, and then looks away, busying herself with the deepstalker meat, her expression hooding over again.

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The dragon appears when summoned by the horn, and they follow it further down the beach towards an old Grey Warden fort where Taash thinks more Antaam might be hiding.

"So... she responds to the horn?" Bellara asks curiously.

"This time," Taash grunts.

"So not the first time you've done this?" Bellara presses.

Taash shrugs. "Took a while to get her used to it."

Helena raises an eyebrow. "It sounds like you've got her trained."

Again there's that brief flicker of something that might be a very subtle smile across Taash's face. "You train a dog," she says. "You reach an understanding with a dragon."

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Taash talks a bit more about the Vinsomer as they walk along towards the fort, and it's very obvious that she is most comfortable when talking about dragons. "Vinsomers are clumsy on land. Better in the water. They cut the surface like a knife," she explains to Helena, entirely unprompted.

"They swim?" Helena asks agreeably. She knows little more about dragons than she does about the magic that Bellara and Emmrich and Neve talk about, but she never minds hearing their enthusiasm either.

"They dive down after prey like a giant bird," Taash says, almost with a hint of pride. "Sometimes they stun schools of fish with their lightning. Gulp them all down in a single bite."

Frankly, Helena is more than a little interested - both in anything they can learn about dragons, given current circumstances, but also in the way Taash seems to brighten up at the discussion. But there's no time to press the subject; they've reached the fort where the Antaam are hiding.

#bjk plays datv #helena mercar #gotta say - i get why several people have told me taash rubbed them the wrong way #but i'm intrigued and i think helena is as well #there's clearly a facade being put up here #and i'm always a sucker for a good character-putting-up-a-facade #am going out to karaoke tonight but tomorrow we will finish taash's recruitment!#and some more side quests

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kismetconstellations · 7 months ago

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@sockdooe, Yep, that's the one. No offense to the author, but it's really irritating to see a fic tagged with relationships that, as of two-hundred thousand words in, still haven't been so much as hinted at.

Would this author appreciate it if someone tagged a two-hundred thousand-plus-word Shiro/Keith or Lance/Hunk fic Keith/Lance? I sincerely doubt it.

Be courteous to your fellow fans and tag things properly, please. I don't think that's too much to ask.

My biggest issue with "Curtis" is that it's glaringly obvious that Shiro was married off to him at the absolute last minute in an attempt on the part of the showrunners to win online brownie points for being the first to depict a gay wedding in a show aimed at children. And, to try to cover their asses after being slammed with accusations of Burying Their Gays for killing Adam.

They used Shiro, who they planned to permanently kill after confirming that he's gay, as nothing more than a tool for their own personal benefit. And, it deservedly backfired on them spectacularly.

I still love Shiro/Keith, but, at my heart, I've found that I'm a multishipper for the both of them. Especially Shiro. Had the writers put in the effort, they could have made me care about, or, at the very least, tolerate his afterthought of a marriage. Shiro deserves to be happy. He deserves love. Even if I hate that it comes with the implication that he left his dream of exploring space and his newfound sense of purpose in being part of the Coalition and defending the universe behind to stay on Earth and become a house-husband.

Instead, "Curtis" is such a non-entity, his name is never once spoken onscreen. He and Shiro never have a conversation outside of shouting impersonal orders at one another in the heat of battle. And, he isn't even drawn consistently from one frame to the next.

For the life of me, I cannot tell if "Curtis" is meant to be in his late twenties, or his forties.

He also has no personality to speak of, outside of maybe liking animals, per a conversation he has with Acxa, rather than his "future husband", and Shiro only looks away from the Atlas's console interface to make eye-contact with him once.

In an entire thirteen episode season.

The showrunners had an opening to give Shiro and "Curtis" an interaction that would have hinted at some degree of chemistry, or even basic platonic affection for each other. When Shiro is slapped across the bridge of his ship- something I still deeply despise- "Curtis" could have rushed to his aid, expressing concern for his captain. Instead, it's Veronica, an actual character, who is at Shiro's side, checking on him and helping him to right himself.

"Curtis" does nothing more than sit and stand on the sidelines, soundlessly gaping at the events playing out in front of him.

That is why I call him a piece of set dressing. His only purpose is to fill out Shiro's bridge crew. They could have utilized any species of alien, a Taujeerian, a Balmeran, one of those deer-esque people from Season Three's Changing of the Guard, for the exact same purpose and absolutely nothing would have changed.

Since there seemed to be some sort of unspoken rule forbidding the show from having more than one LGBTQ+ main lead/Paladin, it honestly would have made more sense for Shiro to marry Coran.

They, at least, have a relationship.

Low bar, I know.

And, that's if you believe that Shiro needed to be in a romantic relationship for his sexuality to matter.

I don't.

Shiro, on his own, is enough. Adam dying didn't take Shiro's homosexuality away and turn Shiro straight. Shiro is still a gay man, whether he kisses a human male-shaped piece of set dressing onscreen or not.

I've made my feelings on Shiro/Adam fairly clear. Realistically, unless Adam underwent some intensive therapy and soul-searching to learn how to be more open, warm, and compassionate with Shiro, they never would have rekindled their relationship, even if Adam had lived and the desire to do so was still there. He and Shiro parted ways on poor terms, and while Shiro didn't appear to resent Adam for it, there would, undoubtedly, be lingering feelings of bitterness that a tearful reunion and rush down the aisle wouldn't resolve.

Shiro was brutally punished by the show's narrative for choosing his dream over Adam. Maybe Adam would feel some sort of regret for that, had he seen his ex return to Earth with a scarred face, prematurely silver hair, and one arm. But, going off of Adam's established characterization and how he acts like he's the rational man while Shiro is an irrational and hysterical woman, the temptation on Adam's part to lord the consequences of Shiro's choice over Shiro- "If you had just listened to me, maybe none of that would have happened"- would very likely surge to the forefront over any desire to offer comfort.

And, that's if Adam hadn't fully moved on and started a new relationship in the interim. Shiro's time in space amounted to two years for him, while it was five years on Earth for Adam. That's an ample enough span to have mourned his lost love, and begun at least considering getting back out there and dating, again.

What it seems to come down to is that people who are vehemently against the mere idea of Shiro and Keith being romantically involved with each other and have no desire to explore any other prospects because their true focus lies elsewhere (Keith, Lance, and pairing them together), but still wish to maintain the guise of wanting happiness for Shiro, pair him off by default with his canon love interests. Regardless of the fact that Adam was shown to be a not particularly great partner, and these authors have to invent a personality for "Curtis" whole-cloth, since he is completely lacking one in the source material.

They don't care how transparent it is that the showrunners hated Shiro and mistreated him at every turn, but still wanted to use his sexuality to garner praise and online asspats. They don't care that the sloppy, half-assed manner in which the wedding was handled unintentionally implies that married life aged Shiro twenty years in the span of six.

(As my sister said, they made Shiro look like he could be his own grandfather.

What did this show have against bishounens? How do you take a supernaturally gorgeous man and turn him into your average middle-aged salary man from any given manga or anime? He's supposed to be thirty-two, here, not fifty-three. I hate this aged-up design. Sincerely. The glasses could have been cute, though I don't understand why the staff needed the disabled man to have failing eyesight on top of everything else. ["You took my hand." Then his whole arm. "What more do you want?"] But, the hair and chin scruff are mortally offensive.

Just the other day, I came across a fan redesign that's a vast improvement on all fronts.

Shiro, sweetie, I'm so sorry that these clowns insisted on treating you like garbage all the way up to the bitter, loathsome end. TT___TT )

All K/L authors care about is sticking Shiro in a "happy" relationship, no matter how out-of-character, and slapping a flimsy Band-aid on his trauma in service of their ship. You can't treat Lance and Keith like the most depressed people in the universe who only have each other as everyone else has moved on to lead happy, fulfilling lives, if you also have Shiro isolating and buried in his work, believing himself to be a "broken monster" unworthy of love.

#Correspondence.#sockdooe #Takashi Shirogane #Shiro #You're nothingness but shining and everywhere at once.#Curtis #Curtashi #'Shurtis' is a horrendous ship name.#Which is what this laughable slapdash mess of 'relationship' deserves.#But I'll refrain from using it on principle.#Adam #Adashi #Voltron: Legendary Defender #Meta.#VLD Meta.

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