#(at least in his mind/through the pressures of family but oh boy he can get there particularly when it's directed at opposition to ideals )

[loiyaltie]

WHICH RAGE LANGUAGE ARE YOU?

STEP BACK.

usually, you're able to bottle up your emotions and ignore the frustrations. but, after weeks of shoving everything down, your body needs a release, and i pity the poor person who managed to piss you off. it's screaming crying, shouting, kicking lockers, whatever you can do to get it out of your system. it's a whole jean grey moment, fire and fury blasting out of you.

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#ic. [ a captain's duty / dash games. ] #(oh but now i'm thinking about this and while i think he does not explode /at/ people now ) #( i could absolutely see him bottling up his own personal feelings until he physically cannot do it any longer and has to get away and be ) #( so he can have his moment. holding it together by a single thread of grit teeth and clenched fists until he is out of sight and explodes #( younger gep would scream into his pillow in frustration or throw things about in his room ) #(as he got older it became practice; swinging his weapon until he could no longer lift his arms and if he screamed well he was just trainin #( he learns to deal with it to shut things down before he can get that angry because he's a /captain/ and a /role model/ for the citizens #( and he's not allowed emotions in the same way others are ) #(at least in his mind/through the pressures of family but oh boy he can get there particularly when it's directed at opposition to ideals ) #(s.ampo's definitely witnessed it at least once probably ) #( he keeps a lid on it but it's been a learning curve ) #( his threshold for holding back his emotions is so high in the now timeline because of all he has built on but his youth?) #(bottling it was important and his parents ensured he would.) #(its unsightly for a landau to scream and shout; channel it )

[derfpossessions]

Rented You Out - Part 1

Ever tried on a suit? Perhaps borrowed someone else's? Or you could've gotten it from a Suit Rental? Well let me tell you about a story of a man, whose body LITERALLY got rented out. So grab your ☕️, grab your 😸, because it's about to get WILD from here, well at least for our main boy.

Meet Denholm Gauthier, the 18-year old boy in 12th Grade, ready to graduate in a few months, but still have no decisions towards what to do in his life. He is a well-loved and kind student at his high school, and as the leader of the Football team and President of the Student Council, oh he's got it all. Plus, he's the class Valedictorian. So why is he such in a lost position? He had always seeked purpose in his life, though no one seemed to give him a damn since he's literally a privileged, handsome white dude. Everyone's got their own shit. To everyone's surprise, Denholm once mentioned that he didn’t want his life AT ALL, to which everyone got outraged about, saying “WHY NOT?!?”. Well, with this story unfolding, I guess I can say he found his purpose.

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

And so we begin. It was psychology class and the classroom was having a heated debate about the human mind and body. It escalated between the nerds too much that a fight could’ve broke out but thanks to Denholm it was de-escalated fast.

“It’s fine Mr Watkins, this topic was a bit controversial if I’m going to be honest with you. But I believe that our human minds are its own unique ways, and one could never be another person.”, he stated as he made the others calm down.

“Well that’s what you thought.” The quiet kid said. His name was Stanley. He’s the kid that sits in so much envy while watching Denholm rise up in the podium of popularity. He was always jealous of him. He wanted to live like him. Heck, he wanted to be him.

“What was that bro?” Denholm politely asked. Stanley didn’t replied, so Denholm’s just shrugged it off and packed his bag.

Lunchtime was up, and Denholm ate with Markus, who’s his childhood and best friend. Denholm long knew then that Markus likes other men, but Markus never really showed him that he wanted Denholm to be more than friends. Though with that said, Denholm is a very liberal person, and of course, a straight ally, which is not what Markus wanted but more than enough to keep them as friends.

“Hey bro! What’s up?” Denholm excitingly said to Markus.

“Nothing much, just tired of life as always.” Markus said.

“Why’s that so? You have friends and family!” Denholm replied.

“Well I don’t want this life. So stressful and so pressured. I wish I could be just as charismatic and attractive and NORMAL as YOUR life!” Markus said with a raising voice.

“Wha… is that what you feel about my life?” Denholm was shocked. Markus raised his voice on him again, which he typically does to cover his feelings of desire towards him. It’s really hard for a gay man like Markus to try and not fall face flat with his feelings towards straight boy hottie Denholm.

“You know my life isn’t easy too. I wish I could live as simpler as any other person.” Denholm sighed.

“Oh I’m sorry..” , Markus said. Denholm hugged him, and so the feelings came in again. Markus’ manhood was rising a little bit high that time, but not too high for Denholm to notice. It was almost like Markus wanted to kiss him on the spot, but he didn’t forgot his dignity and so he didn’t do it.

There was a student council meeting afterschool, so Denholm had to leave the last period early. While walking down the hallway, he saw a black van parallel parking in the lot. It was quite peculiar to see a car parking at that time. He wanted to investigate it but was running late for the meeting, so he ignored it.

The meeting had finally ended. Denholm separated with his classmates because his locker was at the other exit of the school, and now, he’s secured from the hands of evil. “I love you.”, said by Denholm to his girlfriend as he leaves the school through the back exit. As he was leaving, the black van he suspected earlier, was open. He was grabbed by two men wearing balaclavas and shoved him into the backseat.

Denholm tried to talk but his voice was muffled caused by the tape on his mouth. A silhouette of a teenager was seen from the car mirror, but that teenager quickly turned it away to get prevented from being seen. Helpless, Denholm tried everything he can to get unleashed, but it was no use. The two men started injecting something on his back, it wasn’t a syringe, rather a sharp wired material that penetrated his spine, and later his whole body. As he was agonizing in pain, the kid from the front seat was giggling, enticed to see the pain Denholm was going through. They then started to dig down his back even further, almost as if they were cutting it wide open like a zipper. As he can no longer tolerate the pain, Denholm passed out from exhaustion.

Chapter 2: I Am My Bestie

Nightfall came, and Denholm’s parents were very worried. His girlfriend along with his father seeked help from the police, to which they saw the van that took him away. Markus, who thought that the men might have put Denholm captive at school, drove straight there during the night.

To by his surprise, he saw Denholm lying down in the locker room. He screamed, “DENHOLM!!” As he tried waking him up. He tried to lift his body upwards but noticed something strange. His body was a little lightweight.. almost hollow.

As Markus went to see Denholm’s face, his eyes looked… empty. Something wasn’t right. It only took a matter of time until he discovered that Denholm had a huge rip on his back, with a little switch attached to his neck. Markus kept shrugging Denholm to awake him but there was no use. He then examined the rip, and accidentally opened it, which revealed Denholm’s insides with literally nothing in it. Just a hollow mold.

“My friend’s… a bodysuit?!?!?” Markus started to panic. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he would tell to Denholm’s parents. So he kept trying to wake Denholm up, but he’s no longer there. There was only one choice. If Denholm WAS an empty suit for someone to wear, then someone must wear him for the meantime, and who would that be none other than Markus. “I’m so sorry, I love you.” Markus started to tear up. He then stripped off his clothes. He started to insert his legs and feet into Denholm’s empty body. Markus was a bit larger than Denholm’s so it was a tight fit. the warmness of the insides then slowly binded Markus’ legs onto his. There was no turning back. Next, he put on the torso, and leaned Denholm’s head forward for now. It was almost complete. The last thing to do is to put on the head. As Markus was putting Denholm’s face like a mask, it frightened him too much that he started suffocating. In the outside it looked like an expressionless Denholm but you can hear Markus grasping for air. He eventually fell to the groubd and passed out.

The next time Markus woke up, he was at the floor. His body was glistening with sweat, or should I say, Denholm’s body. He tried to get and up and looked around, then exhaled to see that he can breathe again. His breath smelled like Denholm’s, which shocked him a lot. He paused and saw the mirror, with Denholm reflecting back to him. “De..Denholm??”, Markus said. The voice still sounded like Markus wearing a mask, which was muffled, so Markus adjusted Denholm’s face to fit his even more. And so the face finally locked in. “Denholm??” He said again. This time the voice sounded EXACTLY like Denholm. He started to rub his new wavy hair, and touch his new skin in his face. He also noticed his eyes even changed. Rubbing it through, he no longer has curly hair or dark skin, and his smell noticeably also disappeared, revealing a musky, bold smell from Denholm.

He admired Denholm’s hair, torso, biceps, and stroked his 6.8-inch dick. He then started putting on his clothes, and covered up the switch with a bandage. He looked at the mirror again and said, “Sorry Denholm, baby, but I need to drive you for now.” and kissed goodbye to his reflection in the mirror.

Now that Markus holds Denholm’s life, it was time to tell the news to Denholm’s family. Going home a bit excited, he rushed into Denholm’s house where a worried mother and father rushed in to receive him in open arms. “We missed you so much honey!”, Marta said to her “son” while embracing him. Markus felt a wholesome rather never-before feeling at that moment, as his parents were divorced and was put into care by his evil grandparents. This experience has become a chance for Markus to feel the life he deserved to have: a loving family, popular, charming, spoiled, everything that he ever dreamed of. Besides his sexual desires in the love of his life’s body, it was a chance for him to enjoy a new life of his own.

Chapter 3: Denholm Slayy

Morning came and Markus woke up refreshed, and opened his phone to see that he still has Denholm’s face while looking at the front camera. “Good morning, babe”, Markus started teasing himself. Suddenly something raised from under the blankets. Markus felt aroused by Denholm’s morning look so much that he decided to have a little bit of fun before getting through his day.

He let out a quick moan as he started grabbing onto Denholm’s elastic manhood. And there he unleashed loads and loads of cum which splashed through the whole bedroom. He didn’t even gave a damn into how he’s gonna clean all that mess. Then he admired himself in the mirror then started kissing it. “Oh I wish you were fucking me like this baby. Such a slay”, Markus groaned as he breathed in great intervals. He was having the time of his life.

“Babe??? Babee, I came to pick you up!” that was Paula, Denholm’s girlfriend, picking him up to go to school. Markus got alarmed by this. How was he supposed to clean all that cum on the wall? He quickly got up from the bed and took a dirty shirt from the laundry to wipe off all the stains from the walls and floors. Then he put on a shirt before opening the door. “Babe! What took you so long?? Also why are you not dressed yet we’re already late!” Paula said. “Sorry babe, got a bit hazy from last night that’s all.” Markus replied. “Well if you want to talk about it, we can spend the day together”, said Paula as she seductively touches Denholm’s cheeks. “No it’s alright, besides you have a test today and we must put our studies first right?”, Markus said while feeling anxious. “Ok! I’ll wait for you downstairs while you get ready.” Paula replied.

“Babe babe… Babe my ASS.” Markus side-eyes Paula as she left. “You know Denholm, you don’t deserve this annoying slut!” Markus said while berating Denholm’s reflection in the mirror. “This is why I’m GAY! UGH! If only you were mine… But for now, I am you. I will make the most of it.” Markus said while getting dressed. He put on a new bad boy look for Denholm, compared to the plain shirts that Denholm used to pull off with. Markus did a grin in the mirror as he admired his ideal look for Denholm.

“Oh daddy, you’re really such a fine person. I hope we get to bond more like this again.” Markus sighed. He then headed off to school with Paula.

———

It was now the afternoon. No one has seemed to have noticed that Denholm was being controlled by another person, as Markus has studied every single inch of how Denholm moves and speaks, which counts to the amount of obsession he has towards his homie. But there was one person that wasn’t convinced by the act though. While walking down the street, Paula confronted Denholm/Markus. “Babe, is everything alright? You seem distant.. detached today…”. Markus started to get nervous again, not knowing what details to say to her. “Babe its nothing.. look, I’ll head home now. Maybe I just needed a rest.” He replied.

Markus was finally back at Denholm’s room. It was now late at night. He took off his clothes and decided to lie down. “Maybe I should… do it again..” As Markus tried to stand up, suddenly he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was suffocating through latex. He then started gagging until he choked. It was the suit. He tried leaning on to something, but eventually the sweat that accumulated the suit made him trip down and struggle to get up. It felt like he was about to die, something was crushing him from the inside. Desperate, he tried unzipping off from the suit, which worked perfectly well. Markus finally got out of Denholm again, after over a day of using him. Both of them were covered in sweat, with Markus hyperventilating as he stared at Denholm’s lifeless body.

#male body possession #male bodysuit #male meatsuit #meatsuit #bodysuit #mtm swap #body swap #body switch #male body switch

[jackiequick]

Meet The Crew | Fast Five Fanfic 🇧🇷

Pairing: Brian O’Conner x Mia Toretto, Han x Soffi

Pre-relationship: Valentina Toretto x Deckard Shaw

Setting: Fast Five (2011)

Summary: Being the run for more than 2 years going from country to country, city to city, just to run away and survive. But what happens when Dom comes up with a plan to get their lives on track? Steal from the biggest man in Brazil. Then your gonna need a crew.

Characters: Dom, Brian, Mia, Tej, Roman, Val and etc.

Click here to see information for the rest of her story.

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The last few days have ran cold. After arriving in Brazil, everything took a turn and keeping bigger lives at stack.

First with Val finding out what Mia is pregnant, having not told Brian yet. Then the heist they went on that Vince planned going haywire with Val, Dom and Brian getting caught then running to the safe house. To the argument between everyone on Vince not playing fair, where he left to go do his own thing.

And now!

They were being chased by policemen and Reye’s men across the streets and on top of the building finding themselves hiding out. Dom wanted to spilt up until Mia announced that it wasn’t the best idea.

Brian agreed with Dom, until Val said, “Tell ‘em sis..”

“I’m pregnant.” She said with a smile, out of breath from running across the bay.

Dom and Brian were shocked but happy. Hell, Brian was overwhelmed with joy fulling his best girl into a kiss. Val told them that they needed to stick together cause they’re family just got bigger.

It was settled that night by the boys while the girls slept that they had to stop running now. Make a life for themselves. So it was made to get their earning attention and some cash. Buy they’re freedom.

But they needed a team.

The next day, they planned as well as they could looking above the city.

“Okay let’s run through the basics.” Brian said leaning against his girl with a smile.

“First we need a chameleon. Someone who can blend in.” Dom said winking at Val and added, “Anywhere and can handle themselves.”

Soffi and Han were on they’re mind from the last heist.

“What else?” Mia asked.

“Hmm. A fast talker.” Dom said, “Someone who can bullshit they’re way out of anything.”

“I got that!” Brian announced with a smile.

His mind went to Roman.

“This guy has a lot of surveillance, so we need someone who’s good with circuits.” Mia added, meaning Tej could do the job.

“And with those circuits, Reyes is gonna have walls. We’re gonna need guys to punch through those walls.” Val told them with a nod.

Leo and Santos could do it.

“Hmm. Weapons and utilities.” Val added smiling.

Giselle was skilled for that.

“And last but not least. Two precision drivers. Two guys who won’t crack under pressure.” Dom said with such pride in his voice and a grin at only grew by the second.

“Oh you know we got that!” Brain repiled with a teasing grin that match his friends.

That left Val and Mia with research and experienced planning.

———

24 hours later. The team came together.

Roman and Tej walked in jokingly insulting each other.

“When you gonna give Martin Luther King his car back?” Roman asked, putting his bag down.

Tej scoffed, “As soon as you give Rick James his jacket back.”

They both cracked a smile, giving one another a bro hug. That was when a motorcycle rolled in, parking right in front of them. It was a women who was riding. The said women got off, removing her helmet as she shake her hair with hearing the guys.

“Sexy legs babygirl, what time they open?” Roman asked with a half smirk.

That was when a handheld gun landed right in between they’re faces, resulting in both men to back up a second.

“They open the same time i pull this trigger. Want me to open them?” Said Giselle with a small grin.

As if on cue, Leo and Santos walked in joking around in Spanish. Roman felt offended as him and Santos started bickering. Tej and Leo brought themselves into the conversation too as Giselle rolled her eyes.

“I thought cock fight were illegal in Brazil.” Han said walking with his girlfriend who smiled at his comment.

“I guess not.” Add Soffi with a smile, glancing up at Giselle.

That was when Dom announced himself with a smile, “I see you all met!” Mia, Val and Brian walked in behind him greeting they’re friends.

Val and Mia ran into Leo and Santos arms for a tight hug, having not seen each other in a while. Brian noticed Soffi standing off to the side, grinning to introduce himself.

“Hey.” He said with a toothy grin, welcoming her to the group.

“Hi..” She replies with a soft smile, noticing a warmth to the blonde that eased her.

“I heard about you.”

“R-really? F-from who?”

“Dom. He talks a lot about his time in the D.R. He said you and Han help him pull a heist there.”

“Oh yeah! It was burning there but we got the job done. I just don’t know why we were called here. I mean, what can i do to help?”

“Dom and his sister said you were like a chameleon. Trying to handle the situation and blend into the crowd?”

That was when Dom spoke over them saying they got a job to do, leading them to a group to debrief. Brian and Dom explained their target along the issues as everyone cut into the conversation.

“Sounds crazy. You brings us to a whole other country so we can rob the dude who runs it? I thought this was business, sounds personal to me. Is this was it is? I got love for y’all but personal ain’t good business. I can’t do this homie.” Roman said turning to walk out.

Val shared a smirk with her brother as she said, “So what we’re talking about is 100 million dollars.”

That’s when Roman stopped in his tracks, spinning around flabbergasted as he exclaimed, “Y-you say wha-? A-a-huna—you see sometimes i be overthinking man. And i know we just met girl, but you just kinda gotta..”

“Roman stop talking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Soffi couldn’t help but snort at his reaction, being a little surprised herself by the announcement of that much money. Brian shared a smile with Mia as Dom kept explaining saying whatever they can take, they split it evenly. It surprised everyone.

Then Soffi stopped to think and spoke up, “As soon as you hit the first one. They’re gonna do everything they can to protect them.”

Giselle and Han added something else, as everyone nodded to their reason.

“Exactly.” Dom simply said with a smile, planning on what to do.

With that being said, the guys went to Reyes underground place to make themselves known, that they mean business. Burning his money and coming up with the next part of the plan. As well as keeping eyes on the police department scanners. Then the plans were set into motion.

The guys did the heavy duty part like breaking into police station to see the safe they would steal, placing extra cameras around town, and searching for extra ways to get around the city. Han and Val even ordered in a replica of the safe to replace with during the heist.

Because he’s hella rich.

Roman was eating while watching them work. Tej looked over his shoulder to see Val sitting by the stairs holding a pin and needle. She was pulling some fabric together, having a placement made for their safe.

“Girl what are you doing?” Tej asked, holding up his stack of paperwork.

“Isn’t it obvious? Tini is going to the beach later haha!” Roman exclaimed with a laugh, which earned him a glare.

“Who told you that nickname?” Val said glaring at him playfully.

“Brian. I think he told the others too.”

“Remind me to whoop his ass later.”

“What? Its cute!”

“What’s cute?” Said a voice that belong to Soffi, who was snacking on a bag of chips.

“Tini!” Roman yelled.

“Who’s Tini?”

“Vally over here!”

Val groaned shared a look with Tej who snorted at her annoyance.

It clicked for Soffi as she gasped with a smile, “That’s you nickname? I didn’t know that!”

“I’mma kill Brian..” She muttered, “Only he ever used that nickname before. Now y’all know.”

Tej chuckled, “Welcome to my world! Roman will never shut up about it now.”

“It’s cute! I-I like it.” Soffi said, noticing the fabric in her hand, “Uh, w-what’s with the bikini? A-are you going to beach?”

“That’s what i said!” Roman yelled once again chuckling, “If so babygirl, can i come?”

“No, I ain’t going to be beach. Someone else will. Since Tej said the safe needs Reyes fingerprints, and we can’t exactly get them..” Val said, looking at the tech genius.

“…you’re gonna swipe his handprints to use it against the piggy bank’s system. Smart girl!” Tej said, finishing her sentence.

“Exactly! Han and Soffi are up.”

“Wait seriously? R-right now?” Soffi said, looking over her shoulder to see Han.

He leaning against the wall with a smirk hearing his name as he chatted with Giselle.

“Nice. I like the easy stuff.” Han added with a smirk and kissing his girlfriend’s cheek, “See you outside babe.”

“I-i-wait! Han! Ugh!”

“Time to work our magic baby!”

He walked out with a grin that made her blush. Roman and Tej teased the girl for blushing. Soffi was a little confused about the actions she would take until Val pulled her aside into a room to change. Soffi was gonna wear the purple bikini and Giselle was gonna be there in the background as back up, just in case.

But it was her case to do.

She was a little worried it won’t go well however she saw the look in Val’s eye. A look of bravery and courage that would result in confidence for the task.

Val even joked, “Honey i seen you in action. It’s easy.”

“Alright, alright. Give me the towel.” Soffi replies joking, snatching the towel out of her hands and run out.

All Val can do was laugh as she went back to hanging out with Tej and Roman. She knew Soffi, Han and Giselle would get the job done they’re own way, but it was time for that to wait.

However that didn’t mean Val wasn’t gonna have some fun herself, heading out to buy extra drinks and catching a ride to the exact spot where Giselle told there they would be.

She stayed nearby the palm tree with Giselle watching them, reading the room then quickly walked away.

Han was snacking on some chips and chatting with Soffi who sipped her drink. They were eyeing Reye and the group on the high deck of the guesthouse across of the low end the beach. The pair were flirting and chuckling, wondering what was the man’s plan.

“I make six bodyguards.” Han said, glancing over his the guest shoulder.

“Seven.” Soffi added watching them, “The guy with the fanny pack is a tourist.”

“You think we should stay here after this is over?”

“Sure! I like the beaches here but you should watch your habits first.”

“Huh? What did i do?”

“You quit smoking, babe. I’m happy you did! But the snacks you were eating today, a lot more than usual.”

“I know. I’m handling it. I’m getting better.”

“I know and I’m glad you are.”

Han noticed the men on the stairs and sighed, “Well this is a real bust. We can’t get his fingerprints out here. Call Val, do some more reconstruction on the plan.”

“No..I don’t want to do that.” Soffi said, looking at the house and her outfit for a moment.

“She will understand. Giselle is here, we can try to do something else as we figure something out.”

“Or..um..uh-l-let me t-try something here. P-please?”

“Y-you sure?”

“Y-yeah. Watch out for me.”

Soffi took a breath, not wasting a second as she let the towel fall off her body and onto the floor. She smiled to herself feeling good swaying her hips walking away from the table in her purple bikini.

At that same time, Giselle followed beside her with a wink wearing her own valued bikini.

Han was left with his jaw dropped onto the ground, his fingertips stopped before ever reaching his mouth with the bag of nuts. He smiled softly to himself, biting his lower lip chuckling.

“Damn.” He muttered to himself.

The man speechless in place as both women walked over to the open house party, past the guardsmen smiling.

Soffi sat on the armrest of the chair where Reyes sat with a smile, as Giselle rested her hands on the shoulder of Reyes friends. She laughed at his jokes. Meanwhile Soffi smiled chatting with Reyes as he placed his hand on her bottom against the fabric of the bikini.

Han raised an eyebrow at his movements, rolled his eyes at the action with a grin.

She got the handprint.

“Nice.” Han muttered with a nod, waiting for them to finish to head over to the beach.

———

Later on the trio returned back to the bunker to find Roman and Tej working on the vault. They were confused once they returned with nothing but two bikinis in hand. One purple and one red.

Both men looked confused. Until Soffi lit a flashlight over the bikinis Giselle and Han were holding. Two handprints for extra measurements. In result the guys smirked and joked.

Tej smirked, “So did he just smack the ass or did he grab and hold on to it?”

Roman laughed as Soffi smirked waving the flashlight at both men jokingly.

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Some stuff happened afterwards. Almost getting caught by the cops resulting in them putting a tracking on their trucks and testing how fast they were in the cars for the heist drifting away as quick as possible. But no one was fast enough, but it’s because they need certain cars to get past the city with ease.

Police cars.

So the boys went off, expect for Santos and Leo, to search for them. Meanwhile the girls stayed by relaxing, chatting about what they would do with their money.

Giselle wanted to go sightseeing without watching her back. Valentina wished for the ability to travel the word and have her own small adventure. Soffi wanted to open up a small shop to bake and sell her favorite treats, using the money left over for something special. Mia just wanted to relax at a small beach house and have her own little thing going on before she left to go to the store.

If only they could clear they’re names just as quickly.

By the same time she returned from the store as the boys did. They were racing in cop cars, with Brian winning against Dom. But Mia returned with a certain someone. Vince.

Everyone stood up in defense and confusion about his return. Some didn’t even know who Vince was but stood up to protest against against the man. Mia was trying to explain what exactly happened as they thankfully listened.

But Val was ready to pounce at Vince, it took Soffi and Tej to hold her back as she yelled at her oldest friend. Brian was about to get in Vince’s face wanting some more answers until Dom shut both of them up. Calling his oldest friends over to help him fix the car to talk, letting everyone cool down and allow Vince to eventually join in their plans.

Eventually everyone did. Cooking dinner for one another, bringing out more chairs and couches to sit on, extra tables and a radio. Some sat around tinkering with items, Dom was fixing one of the cars with Vince and Brian meanwhile Roman, Tej and Han talked. Everyone was speaking with the idea what would they do with their millions of dollars.

—————

Everyone had plenty of ideas. Some traveling, going to Las Vegas, getting cooking classes, buying houses and so much more. Tej wanted to start his own business to fix cars and not let people get ripped off.

“You peoples dreams are to start day jobs?!” Roman exclaimed, looking at them like they crazy.

Mostly looking Tej like he was just talking crazy for suggesting that idea in the first place.

Soffi crossed her arms, “What’s so wrong about that, Roman?”

“Everything! Y’all got money, use to the buy luxury gifts and items like you couldn’t afford before.” Roman said, sipping his drink.

“So what will you do then, Roman?” Valentina added, standing next to her friends with Giselle behind her grinning.

So in result the man explained how he do plenty of things, from buying himself suits to his very own plane. All the girls smirked and laughed, teasing Roman that they will try to steal the planes and jets for they’re own plans. Tej and a few of the others rolled their eyes chuckling.

Val grinned saying she will use Roman’s jets to travel the world and such. From Italy to Cuba to Hawaii and a sweet return to the Dominican Republic. Soffi and Giselle saying they will join her, suggesting France as well. A mini girls trip, including Mia and the others.

Roman jokingly got offended and rolled his eyes teasing them back, going to get everyone refills as they waited for dinner to be served. However once he stopped at Brian and Mia, he got hella confused. Mia kept saying she can’t drink and Brian insisted, leaving Roman with odd look on his face.

Until Brian rubbing his girlfriend’s nonexistent bump as Roman’s eyes lit up. It clicked.

“Ohh! Are you serious right now?” Roman exclaimed with bug eyes and a cheeky grin turning to Dom, “Is that the reason you let him beat you in the quarter mile? Hahaha that was a baby gift!”

Mia was giggling brightly.

Brain looked at his best friend, trying to defend himself and said, “No, that’s messed up.”

“That was a baby gift.” Roman repeated with a growing grin

“No, your not taking that from me.”

Tej walked up with a smirk acting all chill and asked, “Wait wait wait, hold on a second. So, did he just smack that ass or did he grab it?”

Val smirked bursting into laughter as she rubbed Brian’s shoulder jokingly and walked over to Dom. She grinned seeing they’re friends all congratulate Brian and Mia on the pregnancy.

Mia stayed hugging Soffi and Giselle the longest.

“Baby gift, huh?” She asked teasing him smiling, “Wanna explained?”

Brian followed behind her giving Dom a look, wondering the same thing as they both shared a matching smile.

“Baby gift?” Brian repeated.

“I have no idea what they’re talking about.” Dom replies with a smile, shrugging.

“Yeah sure.” Val added.

Once everything died down still celebrating the new, Dom called everyone to circle back for he can give a small toast.

Everyone chuckled, giving small smile to each other and leaned against the other person enjoying the moment.

Each member had a drink in their hands as they looked up to listen to the man who put all of this together.

Dom took a breath took as he look around the room and then spoke, “Money all come and go, you know that. But the most important thing in life will always be the people in this room. Right here. Right now. Salute mi familia.”

“Salute.” Said everyone raising their beer bottles, as you heard the light cling once they were brought together in a circle.

Everyone smiles, some sipping their drinks and others lean against the person next to them for a tight squeeze.

It was real.

They’re all here in Brazil.

Together.

And they’re finish off the week pulling off an heist.

It’s gonna be nuts.

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♡ Yeah the requests are open ♡ ! I can request headcanons from Diasonmia Boys x (Fem) Reader, where her cell phone from her other world was fixed (thanks to Idia) and in her photo gallery she has adorable photos of her as a baby ? >///< (I imagine all of them dying of cuteness)˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (Take your time to do it, without pressure ✎◛♡)

diasomnia reacting to your baby photos headcanons (fem!reader)

my first post of 2023, yay! \ (^o^) /

malleus draconia.

♡ malleus didn't want to admit it, but he was curious to see just what you could possibly have on that phone of yours. idia was able to fix the phone you brought from your world and now you could use it in twisted wonderland as well and you had quite a lot of interesting things to show to your friends and, of course, your boyfriend. it was hard for malleus to hide his excitement when you showed him the photos of yourself you had saved in your gallery. you look so?? beautiful?? you look even better in real life, but there's just something about these photos that makes him feel warm. like, here you are, hanging out with your friends and laughing and on this photo you're celebrating your birthday with your family.

♡ but then.. "oh, sorry, please ignore this one-" malleus couldn't ignore it at all and he noticed that some photos of you looked very different from those you showed to him. it's like you looked.. younger on them? wait, you do look younger here! you look so little?? so tiny?? malleus just realized that he never really thought about your childhood that much and even though it sounds dumb, he kinda.. you know, forgot that you also were a child in the past, just like he was. y/n, please forgive him, but he has to see those photos. he's sure you look adorable on them, there's no need to be shy, he did some.. very embarrassing things when he was a child as well. lilia has most likely told you everything about it, he started sharing even more stories about malleus's childhood when you started dating him.

♡ "fine, but only you're allowed to see them, okay?" oh, trust him, he won't let anyone else see those photos. you smile shyly and show him those baby photos you had in your gallery. and- OH SEVENS YOU REALLY ARE ADORABLE. malleus finds it cute that your smile has never changed no matter how many years passed. and he's glad that based on these photos, you had a nice and fun childhood. and yes, of course, there are some photos that you would rather not let malleus see and you try to explain everything to him by saying that your mom sent them to you and you forgot to delete them and- hey, did he just laugh?? that's it, you're going to remind him about all the stories lilia has told you.

lilia vanrouge.

♡ if malleus would have at least some kind of shame, like he would be a bit shy about asking you to show him your photos, this guy doesn't even ask your permission. you're just sitting here, scrolling through your photo gallery and lilia appears right when you least expect it. "oh, you have some very nice photos here, y/n~" you jump and almost drop your phone that just got fixed. even though you've been dating lilia for some time, you still can't get used to his sudden appearances. but oh well, at least he finds it funny and enjoys seeing your reaction- wait, that doesn't make it any better at all! and how many photos did he see while you were sitting here and not noticing him?..

♡ so you're still scrolling through your photo gallery, but now your boyfriend is sitting right next to you while resting his head on your shoulder. yes, he can see all these photos perfectly now. you can't even try to hide any of them, he will see it anyway. but hey, you don't mind showing him most of those photos. his reactions are very cute too and you can't help but blush when he compliments you and says you look beautiful on all of them. "hm? and what do we have here?" what is he talking about? you don't like that tone of his, he probably saw one of those embarrassing pics- oh. oh, he saw your baby photos. oh no.

♡ yes, this guy is still able to convince you to show him those photos because.. because he's just that cute. yeah. it sounds pathetic, you know. and now he's here, smiling and pointing at your phone screen, saying that you were such a sweet little girl and you look so adorable, he wants to squish your cheeks. wait, he can do it right now too! even though you're not so little anymore, haha. still adorable though. lilia successfully manages to distract you with his compliments and moves on to more funny and embarrassing pics while you try to take your phone back. come on, let him have some fun! and even though at first it does look like he just wants to mess with you, lilia actually finds all parts of you so interesting, he has to know more. and guess what? he will still love you, no matter what he finds out about you.

silver.

♡ the most respectful boy!! he didn't even think much about the things you could have on your phone. it doesn't mean that he's not interested, he just thinks that if you want him to see something, you will show it to him eventually. and if you don't want to show it to him, then why should he force you to do it? but he's very happy to hear that you actually do have some photos to show him and he makes sure not to miss anything. he listens to every word you say and he looks at every photo like it was some kind of a great painting, you're just that important to him. feel free to poke his cheek whenever he accidentally starts falling asleep, he never does it on purpose, he swears that he really does want to know more about you and he's paying attention.

♡ when you accidentally show him a picture of you as a child, he does get surprised for a second, but doesn't ask any questions when he notices that you're not comfortable with him seeing it. it's fine, everyone has something they don't want others to know about, even if it's not that serious. but to be honest, a little part of you wants silver to see those photos. maybe he will find them cute or funny, you don't know, but you feel like he has the right to see them. you trust him and you know that silver will never judge you, especially for something so silly. so you take a deep breath and show him those photos while hoping that he doesn't notice how red your face is.

♡ it takes a second for silver to realize what he's looking at right now. this is you when you were little. he's looking at your childhood photos. he feels honored, he's glad that you trust him so much that you don't mind him seeing them. he's very quiet and it's hard to guess what he's thinking right now, but you can see a little smile on his face. you feel more relaxed now and you start telling him all the childhood stories that you can remember and he still listens to you and he even laughs a bit at some of them. no, no, he's not laughing at you, he's just.. it just feels nice to learn something new about you. huh? what do you mean, you want him to tell you about his childhood too? well, uh.. let's save it for another day, okay?

sebek zigvolt.

♡ he's totally not interested in seeing what you have on your phone. totally. he acts like it's not a big deal when he hears that idia fixed your phone, but it's obvious that he wants to know more and he's not good at hiding his interest. so you decide to tease him a bit. "oh well, it's a shame that you don't want to see those photos. i even have a picture that i took with malleus-" ah, it worked. you try so hard not to laugh, because you never took any pictures with malleus, at least not with this phone. you don't want to disappoint your sweet but a bit stupid (affectionate) boyfriend, but you will have to tell him the truth eventually.

♡ yes, he is disappointed at first, but as you show him more and more pictures, he kinda forgets about that photo with malleus. he's so focused on learning more about you and he really does listen to your stories, you can't help but smile. you end up getting distracted and you accidentally show him a photo of you as a baby and he does notice it. you try to quickly show him a different photo, even though you know it's too late. "okay, so this is a photo of my- huh? what do you mean, sebek? you.. you don't know who that child is?" OH SO HE DIDN'T EVEN RECOGNIZE YOU. you try to stay calm, but you end up laughing so hard, sebek has no idea what's going on. of course, you can understand his reaction, you changed quite a lot since that time.. but still, this guy really didn't recognize his own girlfriend!

♡ you explain to him that this child is you when you were younger and sebek's reaction is just "oh". he tries to hide his embarrassment and he says that you just look very differently now and you agree with him, but you find this situation too hilarious. like wow.. okay, this man didn't recognize you, that's it, you're breaking up, you're packing your bags and leaving. you make sure to tell him that you're just joking though, because he can and will take it too seriously. you show him some other childhood photos and he actually starts to see the similarities. even though you look a bit different now, you still have the same smile, the same energy, the same curiousity in your eyes. some of your poses on those photos are even similar to your recent photos! that's.. that's kind of cute, actually. he never says it out loud though. wait, so what about that picture you took with malleus?

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DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE Yoyaku Tokuten Drama CD ”Awakened to Chaos”

Original title: 混沌への目覚め

Source: Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE Yoyaku Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke, Kondou Takashi, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Kishio Daisuke, Morikawa Toshiyuki, Morikubo Shoutari & Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: Phew. This CD was quite the challenge since it’s a whole 40 minutes long. I have translated long drama CDs plenty of times in the past but it honestly had been a while since I came across one which is longer than half an hour. I guess this CD is meant to be kind of an introduction to the game since it’s pretty much just every boy realizing that something feels ‘off’ about their current family as well as harboring strong feelings for Eve which they cannot quite explain since they’ve all lost their memories and are therefore under the assumption that she’s an absolute stranger to them. 

Ayato: God…Ruki really had to force us to sit through some long-ass strategy meeting as soon as the Supreme Overlord passed away. They talked ‘bout way too much useless crap! All that really matters is that tomorrow we should go and steal Eve - the vital piece in becoming the next Overlord - from the Church, right? 

Yet he kept on ramblin’ on ‘bout other random bullshit. …No way in hell I’m lettin’ those other bastards have Eve. I’ll burst into that Church first and make her mine, no matter what. I won’t let Ruki have her either. I could care less that he’s the ‘oldest’ of the family. I don’t see why I should give her up to him. I’ll become the Supreme Overlord and rise to the top! ーー Exactly. That’s the only reason why I’m interested in Eve in the first place. …Or at least, it should be. So why does something feel off? Is that really…the only reason why I want Eve so badly? Or do I have an even better reasoning for yearning after her…? Hm…

*Rustle* 

Ayato: Argh! Enough thinkin’...! I’m gonna see her tomorrow anyway. That might help me figure this out. 

Ayato keeps on walking. 

Ayato: …Ah? Where am I? I was just mindlessly wanderin’ ‘round and ended up quite far away. …Aah!? Isn’t this place close to the Scarlet family’s manor!? Fuck… Did I really come that far? …Wait, is that? 

*Rustle* 

Ayato: That’s Shuu from the Scarlet Family sittin’ by that tree, isn’t it? Why is he sleepin’ over there? …Heh, whatever. Imma kick his ass to get rid of this annoyin’ feelin’. 

Ayato approaches Shuu. 

Ayato: ーー Oi, Shuu! Why are you nappin’ over here!? 

*Rustle rustle* 

Shuu: Nn…Nnh…

Ayato: Wake up! …Get up and face me. 

Shuu: Oh…Ayato, it’s you. What brings you here? 

Ayato: I’m feelin’ restless right now. Which means it’s the perfect time for a fight!

Shuu: God…I can’t even sleep in peace here? 

Ayato: Oi, get a grip of yourself! What’s the fun in fightin’ someone who’s still half asleep? 

Shuu: Shut up…I’m not going to fight you. Go away. 

Ayato: Oh come on, be my opponent! Stand up already!

Shuu: Pwaah…

Ayato: Che…You don’t know how to have fun. Guess there’s no point in tryin’ to battle a damn sissy. Whatever! I’m goin’ home!

Ayato stomps away.

Shuu: Haah…He finally left, huh? Guess I’ll go for another nap. 

*Rustle* 

Shuu: Oh…Tomorrow we’re heading for the Church to steal Eve, aren’t we? What a pain. Oh well. I guess it won’t matter if I’m not there. I’m sure Reiji will fix it somehow. He was really in his element during our strategy meeting earlier. Reiji wants to make Eve his and rise the throne as the Supreme Overlord. I’m not interested in doing so, hence why I don’t mind helping him out where I can but…What’s even the point in defeating the other families, claiming Eve and earning the title of Supreme Overlord? Doesn’t he know that when you earn something highly valuable, the responsibility might become too much as you’ll crumble? Even if you try to overcome that, you’ll only find the pressure weighing down on you, leading to nothing but pain and suffering. Does Reiji realize that? 

I’m not strong enough to crawl my way back out once I’ve fallen down that pit of misery. I honestly don’t understand Reiji for trying to put himself through all that pain and suffering. 

Well…I guess I can think about it all I want, I won’t find the answer. I’m sure things will become clear once he brings Eve to our manor tomorrow. 

Eve…shall be mine. ーー Wait, what? What did I say just now…? Ugh…Enough of this. Nothing good ever comes from me wanting something. Exactly…It has always been like that. 

Huh…? Why…? Why would I…think that way…?

Yuma approaches him. 

Yuma: Oi, Shuu! Get the fuck up already!

Shuu: Hah? …Oh, Yuma, it’s you. 

Yuma: ‘Oh, it’s you’, my ass! I already found it strange how ya left right after the meeting and just as I thought, ya were snoozin’ over here. Try and think ‘bout those ‘round you! I’m always the one they ask to come fetch yer damn ass. Stop makin’ it hard on me. 

Shuu: Guess I’ll go back or else Reiji will scold me for the rest of the day.

Yuma: You do that. 

Yuma walks away. 

Shuu: Where are you going? You’re not going back with me? 

Yuma: Nope. Reiji said he wants some of my fresh veggies for cookin’, so imma drop by my garden real quick. There’s a few I still have to harvest first. 

Shuu: I see. I don’t need any, okay? 

Yuma: Aah!? You won’t eat my veggies!? Stop seein’ everythin’ as a chore and just give them a try! They’re so good, even the guys from the other families were surprised when I fed them to them! …Of course, it’s entirely up to me whether I share with them or not.

Shuu: Haah…Yuma. As soon as we make our move tomorrow, a fight over Eve will break loose and we will become actual opponents So you probably shouldn’t mention anything about giving food to the enemy, even if it was meant as a joke. 

Yuma: Ugh. …Haahー I know. Don’t get all serious. 

Shuu: I sure hope you do. …Oh well, whatever. The final decision is still up to you. Just don’t cause me trouble as well. 

Yuma: S-Sure…

Shuu: I’m heading back inside. 

Shuu leaves. 

*TIMESKIP*

*Snap* 

Yuma: These tomatoes are first-class…both in terms of color and size…

*Snap*

Yuma: …The other families are now our enemy in every sense of the word, huh? I mean, I didn’t need to have him tell me that. …Still, I wonder why…When I think ‘bout that, for some reason those three come to mind…Azusa, Kou and Ruki. It’s not like I’ve forgotten that they’re our enemy and I really just want to share my vegetables with my brothers but…Why do I somehow feel the need to have those three try them as well? Am I feelin’ pity for the enemy ‘cause food is scarce in this area…? Is that why I want to feed them…or maybe…? 

*Rustle* 

Yuma: Ah, it’s no use! I can’t figure it out! …But what’s the point in even rackin’ my brains over this? …Actually, now that you mention it…Whenever I was feelin’ stressed out like this…I believe there was always someone there with me, smiling and tellin’ me everythin’ will be alright…? Some silly girl who could be surprisingly stubborn yet way too good for this world…confrontin’ me directly with no fear despite bein’ a weakling. …Fuck! Enough of this. I’m only makin’ myself feel even more confused… 

He gets up. 

Yuma: I better head back to the manor already. ーー Wait! You bastard! What are you doin’ over there!? 

Kou: Oh shoot, he saw me!

Yuma: You’re Kou from the Violet Family, aren’t ya!? …Why does this guy have to show up right now? 

Kou: Hm? Did you say something? 

Yuma: No, nothin’! Anyway, how did you get in!? And that’s one of my carrots in your hand, isn’t it!? Give it back! 

Kou: Eeh~? Come on, you can share a little with us, can’t you? See you! I’ll gladly take this~

Kou makes a run for it. 

Yuma: Wait, you bastard! …Fuck. He’s quick to flee. He better believe I won’t forget ‘bout this! 

*SCENE SHIFT*

Kou: …Haah~ That gave me a scare. I didn’t think Yuma would be there on the field. I was in the mood for a quick snack after having to sit through Carla-kun’s never-ending strategy meeting, so I don’t understand why he had to get so upset over it. However, we don’t grow our own vegetables at the manor and it isn’t fair how only the Scarlet Family gets to enjoy fresh produce, right? I mean, we do have food over at our place as well and I’m not exactly a picky eater either, but the stuff we have at home just doesn’t fill me up. 

Kou starts walking back home. 

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: …There we go! I better store the food I stole away. I’m hungry but I’ll just have to bear with it for now. I’m sure Azusa-kun would like to eat together after all. 

*Thud* 

Kou: Now that I’m getting a better look at them, these carrots really look delicious! I guess it’s not exactly fair how I got to have such high-quality vegetables for free? Maybe I should give them something in return? 

But they’re our enemy. …When you get something, you have to give something back in exchange. The world is all about give-and-take after all. 

Regardless of one’s personal relationship,  everything comes at a price. That has never bothered me and it never will…I guess? 

…I wonder why? For some reason…I felt like I just doubted my own thoughts…Someone’s kind words…Their warmth…As if there was someone who told me that…sometimes people don’t expect anything in return…And this person opened my eyes to what ‘love’ is…learning me how to hold someone dear…Fufu…No, must be my imagination. We’ll get to meet Eve tomorrow, so that’s probably why my emotions are a bit all over the place, right? I wonder what she’s like? I’m so excited~ 

Somebody enters the kitchen. 

Kou: …Hm? Oh? What are you doing here in the kitchen, Subaru-kun? 

Subaru: Che…So this is where you’ve been. 

Kou: That’s how you greet me? How cold. Maybe you should try being a little nicer to your Onii-chan~? So, what brings you here? Were you looking for me? 

Subaru: Not me. Azusa was looking for you. …He needs to tell you somethin’, I believe. 

Kou: He does? I’ll go to him then. See you, Subaru-kun~

Subaru: Waitー! Azusa went outside in search of you!

Kou: I see! Gotcha! Thanks for telling me!

Subaru: Haah…I can’t believe Kou…He’s seriously goin’ out to look for Azusa? He doesn’t know where exactly he is, does he? …Those two never change. The way they always cling to each other makes me gag. I prefer bein’ alone, that’s the best. That’s why I can’t relate to them. How do they keep up with that buddy-buddy crap? 

I don’t…get it? No? I shouldn’t…but…Why does it feel like there was someone who tried to understand my point of view and take it into account…? Somebody who would be there by my side, smilin’...Always comin’ back no matter how many times I would push them away…Hah! …There’s no way. I can’t believe someone as naive actually exists… I will always be alone. I don’t give a damn ‘bout Eve either. We’re gonna take her tomorrow and that’ll be the end of it. Then Carla will take the necessary steps to become the Supreme Overlord. 

…Che. For some reason, it doesn’t sit right with me. I don’t give a damn ‘bout bein’ the Supreme Overlord. But…I’m not sure why but…I just don’t like the idea of Carla claimin’ Eve - who is the key to earning that title - as his… I wonder why I feel this way? …Eve is just some random chick I’ve never even met…So why would I care ‘bout her? 

He moves to the living room.

*Thud* 

Carla: …Subaru. Where have you been? 

Subaru: Oh, Carla. You’re still in the living room? The strategy meeting ended a while ago, didn’t it? 

Carla: And what have you been doing, wandering around the manor? 

Subaru: Shut up! That’s none of your business, is it!? 

Carla: Hmph. For now, perhaps. However, I believe the tension between the different Families will increase as a result of the fight over Eve. So you better believe that I shall not allow you to act of your own accord. 

Subaru: Tsk…I know! Fuck off…

Subaru leaves the room.

Carla: Including Subaru, all of my younger brothers obey me to a certain degree, but I cannot sense any devotion from them. Is this what I can expect from a younger brother? I wonder why they just seem lacking in that regard…? No, I suppose it is a mistake on my part for trying to expect anything from them in the first place. As long as they do what I want from them and do not get in my way, I suppose I can oversee their other shortcomings. 

I should think of the bigger picture and present myself as generous and large-hearted. There is nobody out there who is more fit to become the Supreme Overlord than I am. I shall make Eve my bride without fail and rise the throne. …Marry her? No. I suppose that will not be necessary. While obtaining Eve is one of the conditions to becoming the Supreme Overlord, I do not believe it is necessary to marry her. 

Yet…Why? Why would I say that I will make her my bride? Did I speak without thinking? I wonder if there is part of me who wants to marry her? That does not make any sense. I do not need a younger brother who will vow his loyalty to me, nor a wife willing to spend her life alongside me. Everything I do are but the necessary steps in order to rise the throne as the Supreme Overlord. 

However, is that actually true? Why should it be like that? Hm…It is unusual for me to experience internal conflict. I suppose I should step outside and get some fresh air. 

Carla leaves the room. 

Carla: …Hm? That is…? What is a member from another family doing, sneaking around our manor? Looking at them from behind…I believe that is Shin from the Orange Family. What has brought him here? 

Carla approaches Shin. 

Carla: You fiend! What are you doing over here?

Shin: ーー !? 

*Rustle* 

Shin: …Ugh. 

Carla: What’s wrong? Are you not going to answer my question? What are you doing nearby our manor? 

Shin: I’m out on a walk…

Carla: A walk? Silly jokes do not work on me. Now tell me the truth. 

Shin: Should have figured as much. I guess I shouldn’t underestimate the eldest son. …They’re always on top of their game. 

Carla: Hmph. You’re as much of a goof as ever. I shall let it slide this once. Now leave at once. 

Shin: Really? You’re letting me go surprisingly easily. 

Carla: Tomorrow is a very important day. I would like to avoid wasting unnecessary energy now. However, do not misunderstand my words. We will not show any mercy the moment you attempt to do us wrong. 

Carla walks away.

Shin: And with that, off he goes…I thought he’d attack me, but I lucked out that he just went back to his manor. Carla…Whenever I run into him, I can sense that he’s no ordinary guy. Like I have to stay sharp or I’ll get completely overwhelmed. For some reason, I can’t help but want to surrender to him. That honestly pisses me off. Must be nice to be so confident in one’s capabilities. But you better not think things will go as you want…

While the big guys are fighting it out, I’ll wait for the right time and swoop in to make Eve mine… Carla, I’ll surpass you as well. …And my own Nii-san as well. Once I claim Eve for myself, I’ll mess her up right in front of you all. I’ll show you just how powerful I am. 

Hah…Or at least, that was the plan but for some reason…The mental image of this girl whom I’ve never even met in tears makes me uncomfortable! Shouldn’t I get a huge kick out of making her scream out in pain!? Yet I find myself…wanting to see her smile instead. Why!? How!? Why do I think that way!? Somewhere deep down, I don’t even care about becoming the Supreme Overlord or not…Instead, all I want is for her to be by my side…

What scares me more than anything else in this world…is losing her. 

*Rustle* 

Shin: Ugh…What am I even saying!? I haven’t even met her before!? Are my emotions out of control because we’re going to steal her from the Church tomorrow? …I should stop racking my brain over useless crap. No matter what happens, I’ll be the one snatching her away and showing everyone what I’m made of. That’s all I need to do right now. That’s why I’ll play the role of your obedient dog until then, Nii-san. 

Shin walks away. 

*TIMESKIP*

*Thud* 

Shin: I’m home, Nii-san. So you were in the living room. 

Ruki: Yes. You’ve come back from your investigation, Shin? 

Shin: Yeah. I went to check up on the Violet Family, but it didn’t seem like they were up to anything in particular. 

Ruki: I see. …However, I doubt our enemy is as stupid as to do anything that will make them stand out at a time like this. We will keep our guard up high just in case they are plotting something behind the scenes. 

Shin: Good idea, Nii-san. I’ll go and rest up in my room then. 

Ruki: Yes. Good work. 

Shin leaves the living room. 

Ruki: Not only does he heed my orders, but he never forgets to report back to me. It cannot be denied that Shin is very competent. I should have nothing to complain about with a younger brother like that. Still, I wonder why…? It feels as if something is missing. At the same time, I get this same kind of strange feeling from Ayato and Kanato, who both refuse to properly listen to me. I’ve lost count of the amount of times they’ve gotten into arguments with Shin as well. Are those three actually my siblings…? 

However, for now that shouldn’t be an issue. I should focus solely on how I can become the Supreme Overlord and let other trivial inconveniences slide. I am the only one who is suitable to inherit the legacy of the former Ruler and rise to the throne next. My devotion and respect is perfect proof of that. I won’t hesitate to make Eve mine and become the Supreme Overlord. However…What if she refuses me? Will I be able to insist on the fact that I am worthy of said position nevertheless? Will I be able to tell her that I am the suitable King, and therefore she should choose me…? 

*Rustle* 

Ruki: No, I am stressing myself out for no reason, aren’t I? …Eve…I am sure that she - as someone who has endured a never-ending onslaught of pain and suffering - will surely choose me. …!! …What was that just now…? Why did I speak those words just now…? Why would I assume such ridiculous things about a girl I have never even met…?  

Somebody enters the room.

*Thud* 

Ruki: Hm? Who’s there? 

Kanato: Ah, Ruki. This is where you’ve been. …I’ve run out of sweets for the day. Please do something about that right now. 

Ruki: You again, Kanato? How many times do I have to tell you that you will simply have to make do with your daily amount? 

Kanato: And how many times do I have to tell you that this ‘daily amount’ is simply not enough to satisfy me? Are you perhaps doing this on purpose because you want to see me in distress? You are, aren’t you!? 

Ruki: You can cry and complain all you want, but you’ve gotten your amount for the day. You should learn to hold back a little. You are being too much of a glutton. 

Kanato: …I am absolutely starving for something sweet and you’re just going to completely disregard that? You’re basically saying that you don’t care about me at all, do you!? 

Ruki: Nobody is saying that. However, I do believe that you should try and limit your snacking. 

Kanato: Kuh…Whatever! There’s no point talking to you!

Kanato storms out of the room. 

*SCENE SHIFT*

Kanato: Good grief…It’s outrageous how I’m not allowed to indulge in sweets to my heart’s content! I’ve had enough of my life at that manor, I simply cannot stand it anymore. Now that I think about it…I wonder how exactly I survived with an older brother like that for so many years? Ruki has always been the one supplying my sweets, so you would think that I would have grown accustomed to it by now, yet…Hm…How odd…I feel as if there was a time where I was able to actually get my sugar fix…

…Haahー This craving for something sweet is driving me absolutely crazy. I wish that stubborn Ruki would also get a taste of this pain! …Ah. Right! I suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea if I were to claim Eve as mine, seeing as that’s the only thing Ruki is actually desperate for. 

Besides, everything seems to be after all. I am sure it will give me access to truly sweet and delicious blood~ There are plenty of reasons as to why I would want to get my hands on her. …Fufu. It’s strange. For some reason I’ve got this warm feeling inside. Just thinking about Eve fills me with a sense of joy. ーー I shall make her mine. Mm~ Wonderful! It was just spontaneous thought at first but right now I want to have her no matter what. But I wonder why I’m getting so excited over some random girl whom I’ve never even met before…? 

Somebody approaches him. 

Laito: What are you smirking about, Kanato? 

Kanato: Ah, if it isn’t Laito. I do not want to hear that from the guy who always has that creepy grin on his face. 

Laito: Oh come on, no need to be so rude to me. I don’t see why we can’t have a friendly chat just because our families aren’t on good terms? There’s still a couple of hours before we start fighting over Eve after all. 

Hey, tell me. What were you thinking about? 

Kanato: Nothing special. Just that I’m kind of tired of my life here. 

Laito: Heeh~ How come? 

Kanato: Shut up. I don’t see why I would need to tell you. 

Laito: Ah! Then why don’t I tell you what has brought me here today instead? Carla sure knows how to work his younger brothers to the bone, you see. When I’m at the manor, he’ll assign me all sort of taーー 

Kanato: Did I not tell you to shut up!? Don’t talk to me, please. 

Kanato walks away. 

Laito: Ahーah~ Off he goes. Hm…I didn’t know Kanato hated his life here that much. I kind of enjoy it myself though. There’s five of us brothers but we all get along so well, it’s lovely~ Well, I have to say that I don’t know how everyone truly feels about it deep down. 

Anyway, I’m very much looking forward to welcoming Eve to our manor tomorrow~ I wonder how her face will twist in pain when I mess with her? Maybe she’ll beg me to stop as tears stream down her cheeks? Nfu~ Just thinking about it makes me all excited. Although I’m sure Carla will want to keep her all to himself, but I should be able to get a little taste as well, right? 

But…Deep down, I also can’t help but think of how nice it would be if she could be mine instead. …I could care less about becoming the Supreme Overlord. All I want is for someone to show me affection because they truly care for me, not because I’m someone’s substitute. I don’t want to lose that sort of person…Fufu, just kidding. What am I even expecting from a girl I’ve never met? Oh geez. I’m not acting like myself, am I? 

…Huh? Walking over there, is that…? …Fufu~ Azusa-kuuun~!

Azusa: …!? 

Laito approaches him.

Laito: Why do you seem so surprised? Did you think I was the enemy or something? 

Azusa: …Y-Yeah…I thought I would get ambushed…which spooked me…

Laito: I guess I can’t blame you for feeling that way, considering the current situation. Anyway, what has brought you here? 

Azusa: Ah…Um…I left to look for Kou…

Laito: Heeh…I see. So that’s why you’re this far from our home? You’re almost at Scarlet territory, you see? 

Azusa: I see…I couldn’t find Kou inside the manor…So I figured he might have gone outside…

Laito: Even so, don’t you think you wandered a little too far away? Besides, I actually spotted Kou in the kitchen right before I left the house myself. I’m sure the two of you missed each other. 

Azusa: I see…In that case…I’ll return to the manor. …What about you, Laito? 

Laito: I’m going to wander around this area a bit longer. Carla’s just going to get on my case if I go home now. 

Azusa: Mm…Gotcha. 

Azusa walks away. 

Azusa: Kou…I want to talk to him before he goes to the Church…We decided that tomorrow morning, he will go there together with Laito to steal Eve away…Meaning Kou will have to put himself at risk…There is not much I can say but…I want to at least give him a few words of advice…Also…Once we’ve welcomed Eve to our family…I want to try and be kind to her…so she doesn’t feel anxious…

Carla wants to become the Supreme Overlord…That’s why…Carla will probably make her his but…Still…I want to spend time with her as well…However, am I allowed to ask for something so selfish…? 

Azusa comes to a halt. 

Reiji: Oh dear? Well, if it isn’t someone from the Violet Family…

Azusa: …!? …Ah…Reiji-san…Right…This is Scarlet territory…

Reiji: You did not realize that you had gotten close to our manor? It was rather careless of you to enter the enemy’s territory unarmed. Perfect timing. I suppose this is a great opportunity to get rid of you. 

Azusa: …!! I have to run…!

Azusa runs away. 

Reiji: Fufu…So he made a run for it? I suppose being quick to flee is his only redeeming quality…What a disgrace. Well, I suppose I will not recklessly chase after him either, so I shall let this happening slide for once. …That being said, where could Kino have run off to? I cannot believe that both Shuu and him would vanish right after the meeting ended. Kino in particular is always acting off his own accord. He is quite the handful. 

That being said, while Shuu and Yuma have been following my orders so far, I do not actually know what goes on inside their heads either. I wonder if perhaps…They feel as if I am not cut out to be the eldest son of this family? If they wish to look down on me and assume that I am not even capable of keeping one family together, let alone become a proper Ruler, then so it shall be. …I already have a plan. Tomorrow morning, I shall make Eve - who is the key to becoming the Supreme Overlord - mine. I shall train her well to the point where not just her body, but her whole soul shall succumb to me as well. I am sure that by winning her for myself, they will reconsider. They should instantly acknowledge me as worthy! ーー No, I will make them acknowledge me. Eve is a tool to achieve my goal. 

ーー Exactly, she is nothing but that. 

…Or at least, she should be. I wonder why? On one hand, I realize that she is nothing but a tool…but at the same time, I feel things for her which would point to the exact opposite. On one hand, I want her to heed my every command and learn to behave in a way proper to that of a young, elegant lady. Yet at the same time, I know that she is not the kind of girl who would let others dictate how she should behave. She has a strong mind of her own. I cannot help but feel that way. How strange of me. I wonder why I am harboring these kinds of feelings for someone I have never even met? I should not ignore these emotions which I cannot even put into words. Everything should become clear when I make her mine tomorrow morning. 

Oh…? If it isn’t Kino over there…? 

Reiji approaches him. 

Reiji: Kino! So that is where you’ve been! What are you doing, laying on the rooftop? 

Kino: Ah! Reiji-nii-san…You found me. 

Reiji: You’re playing around on that weird device again? Kino! It’s almost dinner time. You should come down already. 

Kino: …This is called a ‘smartphone’ and I’m playing a game…

Reiji: Did you say something? 

Kino: Nothing! I know. I’ll be right there. 

Reiji: Then please hurry.

Reiji walks away. 

Kino: It’s so annoying to have a family member like Reiji. It doesn’t matter what I do, he will always have something to complain about. Also, he doesn’t understand what’s so fun about these kinds of games at all. ーー But, tomorrow is the day at last. I’ll be able to get my hands on Eve, who has been slumbering inside the Church. I’m sure that everyone is after her. Reiji went through the trouble to set up a whole strategy meeting, but that’s nothing but a waste of time. She shall be mine after all. I will show everyone - not just Reiji - that I am the strongest. 

I mean, it only makes sense for the Prince to wake up his sleeping Princess, right? I will capture both your body and soul, to the point where you cannot live without me. …Eve, please wait for me until then, okay? …Well then, time to get my head back in the game. ーー To win Eve’s heart. 

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #kino #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[waitingonavision]

Encanto Ficlet: One Fear

Welp, horror and spooky stuff is difficult. I hope this is bearable 😭 Written for @wdtajn Week 2: Horror.

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Bruno is straddling that fuzzy edge between slumber and wakefulness when he feels it. A squeezing sensation that undulates along his torso—starting at his hips, compressing his belly until it reaches his chest.

Tight, tight, tighter. In the dim light he chokes out a gasp and gives a jerk of his arm. The flailing limb whips up the quilt on his bed like a tent, sends the rats scattering. Suddenly, the awful pressure ceases. Going still, peaceful, Bruno soon tips back toward sleep. The last thing that catches his senses is the sharp bray of a donkey, coming from somewhere in the Encanto…

“Nngh,” Bruno groans. It’s morning. Or at least, time to get up.

He extracts himself from the tangle of blankets and rubs a palm over his face. “…Typical,” he mumbles when he prods the area around his ribs gingerly and doesn’t find the soreness he half-expects. It must’ve been some dream: some leaking vision, twisted into a nightmare. Nothing’s wrong. But he takes a handful of salt from the box beside his bed, and tosses it over his shoulder.

A rumble of his belly pushes away any further thoughts of whatever the dream was. Bruno springs up to get dressed and head downstairs.

It turns out he’s missed breakfast with the family. Casita has fallen completely silent. The kitchen and dining room are devoid their usual noises and laughter as Bruno shuffles about, making quick work of a plate of leftover ground beef and red beans over rice, with a bit of fried egg on top.

Juli must be in town already, Bruno thinks, climbing the stairs above the lifeless courtyard. He’s decided to grab a few things from his room before joining his sister and the others. Pepa might still be home, he realizes; the middle triplet had talked about having a day off.

A voice cuts through the quiet: “I thought I heard you!” Bruno sees Antonio rushing over. The boy barely gets in a hug when he pulls away with a harsh shout, as though burned. His eyes widen; Bruno watches tears form in them while Antonio stares, takes a step back, then another.

“¿T-tío Bruno? But… why? I don’t- No, no!”

“W-huh-wha—? What is it??” Bruno flaps his hands in distress. He tries to understand, to offer comfort, too, but Antonio is crying in earnest now, his small face fearful and disbelieving. With one final wail of No! Antonio runs in the direction of his mother’s bedroom.

A chill sweeps through Bruno’s gut, making him feel faintly ill for a passing second. The dream he had flickers across his mind, and he pushes down the chill, throws more salt and some sugar for good measure. He has to follow Antonio (his stomach clenches; this time from recalling the look on his sobrinito’s face), and hopes Pepa can help.

The air shifts, becoming damp and dense, crackling with electricity, the closer Bruno gets to Pepa and Félix’s room. He can hear sniffles within, and just as he’s reaching for the doorknob, the door flies open.

Pepa’s thunderclouds burst over their heads. “What the hell, Bruno?!”

The younger sibling flinches. “Peps!” He squeaks. “I-I-I don’t know! Wait, t-there was this dream—ah, no, it doesn’t matter. I-I just. Didn’t mean to make Toñito cry!”

“Then what. Happened.” Pepa delivers two good pokes to Bruno’s waist, followed by a sharp, shocked gasp and a blast of frigid wind as she recoils, yanking her hands to her chest.

She breathes, “Dios.” It starts to snow. “Oh. Oh. Brunito. ¿Qué? No… We need… Julieta—Does she know?!”

Bruno feels that chill again, and this time, he allows himself to shudder.

“What is going on?” He asks, voice coming out steadier than he feels.

His sister responds by taking him by the hand and tugging him into her room, where Antonio is seated on the bed with his knees drawn up and tucked beneath his chin.

“…You haven't noticed?”

“Clearly not," he deadpans as he's positioned in front of the full length mirror.

“Mira,” Pepa says cautiously. She gestures at his shirt before moving back to sit next to her son.

Bruno sighs, and starts undoing the buttons there. As his shirt falls open, he sucks in a breath. Oh, no.

Where his belly should be, fattened over time and from many healing meals—

He shivers, squeezes his eyes shut.

It’s worse than he could’ve imagined...

—A firm plane of sculpted muscle.

Abs.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #wdtajn #my writing #my fics #stuff i've posted #under the WIRE #gotta edit this lol #truly on-brand horror #😱

[dolly-macabre]

⚙️ 𝕶𝖑𝖔𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕯𝖆𝖞 𝟕 ⚙️

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔬𝔱𝔡 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔢

Obviously I had to write some aotd Dickles ♡

Mare Viridates

The night air is quite still, save for the sounds of crickets chirping outside, but in Dolly's head, that couldn't be further from the truth, her mind abuzz with what-ifs and worst-case scenarios she's gone over a million times. She restlessly paces back and forth in the hallway outside her assigned quarters. Well aware she's desperately in need of sleep, she can't even bring herself to shut her eyes, much less slumber. The nightmares that she's been having all this time weren't even that; They're all messages from some deity. She hadn't believed it when Charles first told her, but when she sat and thought about it, it explained so many instances throughout her life. 

Her pacing becomes wandering as she aimlessly walks through the dark halls of wherever they are. She and Dethklok were all brought to this undisclosed location to prepare. The end is drawing nearer. The closer the Doomstar looms in the atmosphere, the louder the voices & images in her head grow. She can't even imagine what Nathan is going through, let alone the rest of the boys. 

They're supposed to be the world's saviors… That's an awful lot to dump on five filthy rich man-children. I just wish I could be there for them… 

Dahlia was told to keep her distance from them before they even left Mordhaus so she wouldn't become a "distraction" to them, but she hardly found that fair.

They're the only family she has left, after all. It was killing her having to avoid her beloved goofballs. 

 Not like I'm involved in this too…

The rigorous physical training she's been going through is proof to that end. 

With a soft sigh, she stops in her tracks, peering around. 

Okay… Where the fuck am I? 

In the darkness, a figure slinks from around the corner; Her blood pressure spikes. That’s it… She’s busted.

The person steps into the dim light of the moon, and she's immensely relieved to realize it's only Pickles.

Oh, no… Hopefully, he didn’t see me…

Dolly swiftly turns to sneak away, but she's held back by a pair of strong hands on her shoulders. 

"What, you hidin' from me or sumthin' now?"

He must not have been informed that she wasn't supposed to be near them. 

"Shh…" She turns back around, urgently shoving a finger against his lips. "I could get in a lot of trouble just being around you…"

"Uh, why?"

"I'm gonna be honest with you, man," she says in a hushed voice. "I have no clue. Dick and Charles don't want you guys distracted… I guess… Like, I get it but--"

Pickles quickly grabs her hand and pulls her into the chamber room nearby. 

"Wait! Pickles!"

The door shuts behind them with a faint thud. It turns out they were right outside his room. She can tell that’s where they are by the smell: Gross but comforting. 

"You don't get it, I--" She tries again to explain, but she's interrupted by his arms snaking around her torso. His warm, chapped lips slam into hers. 

"Shut up… I missed you…" He rests his head against her shoulder, obviously exhausted. "I need ya right now, Dolls…"

"It's only been a couple of days." She pats his head. 

How can she object to his sweet request, though? She wraps her arms around his neck, interlocking her fingers, and holds him close, closer than she ever had before.

Everything was so scary right now, and she can feel it in him, too. He's shaking in her arms. The bags under his eyes are heavy and deep, the same as hers. 

"You havin' a hard time sleepin', too, hun?" she asks as she fiddles with his unwashed dreads. 

"Yeh, that's puttin' it mildly, but I think I may have found a solution fer tonight, at least…" He gives a weak smirk. 

"What're you talking about?”

 Her tendency to get wound up is endearing to him. She's always been the more likely of them to show conviction. He releases her and plops down on his bed. "Look," he says, "we don't know for sure if we're gonna make it out of this bullshit alive… We might as well do sumthin' fun while we wait for shit ta hit the fan."

"The whole point of being here is that we're not supposed to be having fun," she replies, her voice low. She stands firm near the door, arms crossed across her chest. 

"Just c'mere already!" He gestures impatiently with a tilt of his head. "You gatta see this."

"Fine." She pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head before sitting down next to him on the unmade bed. "So… What's so important that you have to kidnap me like this?"

"I sniffed it out!" He reveals a ziploc bag of some sort of herbs. 

"What are ya, some kind of drug dog now? Are you so sober that your sense of smell is kicking into overdrive?"

"Do yerself a favor and smell it!" He shoves the baggie in her face and she catches a whiff through the plastic. Whatever it is, it has a very pungent herbal smell, yet somehow it was also sweet with a hint of a pineapple smell. 

"Okay… So what is it?" Dolly prods. 

"It was in a wooden stash box labeled Mary Verdates? Whoever she is, I bet she's got some good taste in dope!" He chuckled that menacing little chuckle. 

Dolly wondered what it could be. The scent was almost reminiscent of an herbal tea that Jade used to sip when she was going through it. 

"I'm gunna smoke it."

"You don't even know what it is, dumbass!" 

"I don't give a shit anymore! I gatta calm down. I mean, ya gotta admit, I'm sure I've smoked worse!" He shot back, already rolling it into a joint, "Desperate times, y'know?"

He makes a good point. They weren't allowed to bring any booze or drugs with them, and Dolly herself was getting a bit twitchy about it. 

She finds the nearest towel and shoves it under the door, hoping to keep any smell contained. 

"You didn't take all of it, did you? This kinda stuff seems like it might be kinda important…"

"What do ya take me for? An amateur? Of course I didn't take it all!" Pickles holds the fresh joint under his nose for a sniff, then sticks it between his lips, lighting it with urgency. Upon exhaling, he lets out a rough cough. Dolly scopes out the room for some water quickly, noticing a mini fridge that was subbing for a nightstand. She cracks it open to find some bottled water, setting one in his lap before swigging back on her own. 

"Woooooah-ho-ho… That sure is sumthin'!" He tips his head back to take a drink. His eyes, already dilating, met hers, offering her the joint. 

"Well… I am pretty tense." She takes it from him, pulling a hit from the mystery drug.

"Yeah, you are! Get over here." He pats the bed in front of him between his legs. After having her coughing fit, she obeys, crawling over and sitting back against him. 

"Don't it feel like weed and shrooms fucked and had a baby?"

"Uhhh, yeah, kinda…" 

Her vision is already distorting the room around her, vivid colors dancing across her sights. She begins to shake more, fearful of what might come next, in the trip and what the future holds for them. Pickles reaches out for her to bring her back down to earth. As his hands find her back, she jumps at the sudden contact. As she softens under his touch, he rubs soothing circles across her shoulders and up into her sore neck muscles. That's all it takes; She's putty in his grip.

"Yer okay, baby… I'm here. No bad trips with me around." He places a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, pulling her close against him. She decides to focus on her breathing. The last thing she needs is a panic attack. 

The night became less anxious as the hours went on. Whatever they'd just smoked made sure of that, offering them trippy imagery and at least some relief from their worries. 

"Hey, Pickles?" she speaks up, her voice indicating at least a touch of bliss.

"Yeah, Dollface?" he answers, hardly even able to stay awake. She has her head rested against her chest and the closeness is making him sleepy.

"If we don't live through this shit… Will you do drugs and party rock with me in the next life?"

“You know it, angel,” he chuckles, kissing her forehead.

#kloktober 2023 #dollym.writing #mtl oc #dahlia birkett #dolly macabre #pickles the drummer #my mtl #don't do school and stay in drugs kids

[the-void-writes]

OC in 15 or Less

Thank you @sergeantnarwhalwrites for the tag! Anyone is welcome to hop on, and I’ll tag @bloodlessheirbyjacques @tryingtimi @magefaery just in case you guys would like to join, no pressure 💖

The rules are to use 15 lines of dialogue or less that capture the vibes or personality of your character. Bonus points for being able to do it with one line, but it’s okay if you need more than one for context.

For this one, we’re doing Will from Freaks Of Preston. I tried to capture both his dramatic and funnier moments, but I’ve come to the realization that this kid is in desperate need of a personality lol

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1. “What for?! He doesn’t even love me!” Will rolled up his sleeve, revealing the pale scars that ran across his arm. “I’m his little burden, the curse on his family— Why does he insist on keeping me?!”

2. “I just got you back. I’m not losing you, never again.”

3. He hopped off the bed in a flash, ignoring the pain that shot through his legs, and the spinning in his head.

“Where is he,” Will said, “did he make it—”

“Will, you can’t get up yet!” Sarah pulled him back. “You have to rest.”

4. “You can call me anything, really— except William.” He scrunched his face up. “Or Willy. That just sounds like an old man.”

5. “How can you stand it?!” The boy waved his arms wildly. “They talk all sweet and act like they’re sorry, but they never even liked Jason to begin with. They’re glad he’s dead!”

6. Will grinned. “Is that… disco? The cheesy, seventies disco music that you rolled your eyes at six years ago?”

Jason shoved the CD back onto the shelf, clearing his throat excessively. “You didn’t see that.”

“No, I think I did.”

7. “Pay them no mind,” Vesely said. “They’re going to be bitter. You’re not to blame for it.”

Oh, I know, Will thought, an unamused frown flickering across his face, believe me.

8. Jin poked his shoulder. “So when’s the wedding, huh?”

Will huffed. “I just found out that people can be attractive, I don’t think we’ll get to ���marriage’ levels for a while.”

9. “Yeah, it sucks to be sick all the time. On the other hand, I haven’t slept this easily in years.”

10. “I only started fighting because you made me. I wasn’t trying to be a hero or a god… I just wanted my family back.”

11. “There they are, the triumphant heroes!” Henry hugged them both over the side of the couch. “You survived your day with that old devil and his family. How do you feel?”

Jason and Will let out a simultaneous “ehhhh” of fatigue.

12. “I know a lot of you are hurt, but we need to get you out of this car in case it collapses. If you can move, I want you to head towards the door in the back. I’ll help any of you who are injured.”

13. “I get it, okay? I’m a filthy fucking Freak with no place in your world, and nothing I do will ever be enough for any of you. I’m sorry you have problems with us, but I really— really— don’t care! There are people up there waiting for us, and I’m gonna make sure they get to see their families again. Can we at least come together on that?!”

14. “I spent so long trying to pretend I was Human, and I hated it. There’s so many amazing things I can do, if I just stop hiding who I am.” Will stared at his hands. “I want to be proud of myself, for once.”

15. “Take whatever you need from me, just leave them alone.”

#writeblr #writing community #tag games #wip: freaks of preston

[j-nope-not-today]

I want to fight

TMNT Adoptive father Raphael x reader

A/n: Thank you very much to the person who requested this and hopefully you enjoy. Mentions of being stabbed though so if your not for that please don't read.

(n/n)-nickname

I had waited my whole life it felt like to fight crime and all of my hopes and dreams to be like my father came crashing down upon me when he told me

"No. It's not safe and I won't allow it."

It felt heart crushing. I mean everyone in the family fights crime, so why couldn't I?

I put it so much time practicing with my uncle's and grandfather and still I was denied what I felt was my one purpose in life. I wish I could change his mind, but knowing my father it wouldn't happen and it never would.

So I guess I would just have to do it without him knowing. I earned a small nickname for my nightly adventures the (n/n).

I've only ever had one slip up I had snuck back in only to find my father waiting in the living room for me pacing and I looked past him to see my uncle's waiting with him.

"Where were you? I was worried sick." He turned when he heard me and I knew I looked awful.

A few bruises were forming over my knuckles and face.

"Were you beat up? Where did you go?" I sighed at his questions before speaking.

"I was on a walk and I got beat up, but I called the police and they helped me so it's all good."

The only thing that I had gotten was a very long lecture from all of them and a months worth of groundment.

So after a few months here I was waiting on the couch waiting for my father and uncles to disappear.

"Is that everything Donnie?" I looked over and watched him give a small thumbs up before loading the rest of their equipment.

"Okay, you need to get your homework done and uh be in bed before we get back." My father looked at me and I smiled.

"Homework is already done. Uncle Donnie helped me with it and I will be fast asleep when you return." I knew I was lying I wouldn't be in bed.

"okay then..you have a good night sweetie." He pulled me in for a quick hug before disappearing with the others.

I waited a few minutes before sneaking off into my room to change into my secret little hero uniform. It wasn't ideal, but it worked for now and it kept me hidden from my family and enemies. At least identity wise.

So after a couple more minutes of waiting and hearing nothing I snuck off into the night to do my nightly patrol.

What I didn't expect was to catch the foot clan in the middle of a heated discussion. I paused on the side of the building and listened in to their conversation

"I know they'll be there I made sure of it."

"They better be at the docks or your in for it."

"Who is it that were waiting for at the docks?"

I listened to someone sigh and the sound of a weapon go off and I held my breath waiting for footsteps to come my direction, but there was nothing.

"You almost shot me!"

"Of you paid attention you would know we're waiting for those stupid vigilante turtles!"

"Oh."

I stopped listening I had to go protect my family. So I raced through the streets and buildings and made my way to the docks.

"Hey, look over here! (N/n)'s hurt!" I looked up to see one of my uncle's and I knew I would be in big trouble when they found out it was me.

Especially when I saw my father following after him. Boy was I in for it.

I slowly brought my hand up to my face and slipped off my mask and looked back up to see my father's face instantly shift into extreme worry.

He knelt next to me and placed his hand onto my side.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No..just my side." I let out a wince at the pressure and watched as my uncle's rushed around with the supplies and began to dress my wound.

"Were gonna get you back to the lab and I can get this patched up better there." I nodded at my uncle Donnie's words before looking back to my father.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't listen to you, but I wanted to prove that I could be just like you.." I felt him place a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him.

"I guess I should have expected you to not listen. I'm upset with you, but we can deal with that later..all that matters is making sure your okay." I nodded and let out a sigh of relief.

My wounds would heal and I could sense that I would be allowed to finally go on missions with them..but not after I get a year's worth of lectures and groundment, but it would be worth it in the end.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt imagine #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt leonardo #tmnt ralph

[mochiinf1]

flying economy - c. leclerc

fem! reader

content: fluff, sweet charles, unfortunate (but honestly not so bad) series of events for our poor driver

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Charles Leclerc was a man of class. Was he not only a racing driver for formula 1, but the man actually modeled every once in a while. He came from a good family in Monaco, which should say enough about who he is. It had been a while since the last time he had to fly in economy.

It was a last minute thing. The flying agency messed up big time, and now, he was flying economy with another company back to Monaco. He didn’t mind all that much, it wasn’t a 15 hour flight, it was around 6 hours or so. It would be fine, he would be fine. It wasn’t the end of the world. 

That was what he thought until he was seated next to the most obnoxious couple in the plane. Charles didn’t want to be judgemental, but he was worried. The couple themselves looked just fine, however, they had a baby with them. Oh god. Charles was extremely tired, which was normal considering he was going back home from a tiring but successful race weekend. He was planning to sleep a few hours on the plane, but it looked like destiny had other plans for him.

He left his carry-on, which consisted of a backpack, on the upper compartments on the plane, and sat down next to the couple. At least he had a seat next to the corridor, that was a relief. 

“We are very sorry sir, I hope our baby doesn’t disturb you during the flight. However, he does have the tendency to cry, especially at the beginning and the end of the flight.” spoke the lady next to Charles.

Well, damn it. Charles cursed in his mind. At least the woman was very nice to him, and apologized on behalf of her baby son. It wasn’t like Charles was blaming the baby for anything. It was only logical that pressure changes would disturb the young boy, therefore making him cry.

“Thank you. Don’t worry about it, it's not like you can control him or if he is uncomfortable.” Charles replied.

He took his phone out and texted his mom he was on the plane, she always wanted to know when he was coming back home, and whether he was doing okay. After that, he scrolled through Instagram until the plane finished filling up and getting ready for take off.

You finished putting your brother’s backpack on the top compartment, after struggling a bit since you barely reached it. The worst thing was that you weren’t exactly short, average height according to most people, but apparently some planes disagreed with that statement.

“I hope you pulled anything you might need for the flight out of your bag, because I’m not pulling it out again.” you told your brother, finally sitting down next to him.

“Yeah I did, no need for threats sis.” replied Griffin, your brother.

You had recently graduated University, and as a gift, your mother and step father offered you to take a trip around Europe. The only condition was for you to take Griffin with you. You didn’t mind, you and your step brother had a wonderful relationship. Being related or not didn’t matter much to either of you. 

Griffin had graduated high school the previous summer, and didn’t know what to study. According to your parents, traveling could give him a few ideas. During the time that you had traveled, Griffin’s company proved to be very useful. He was very good at taking pictures for you, he liked exploring, so visiting many places in one day wasn’t a problem, he had good fashion sense and gave honest opinions, and the most important, he was taller than you.

Whenever you didn’t reach something or somewhere, he would do it for you. It was great, since he would put your bags on the top compartments of the plane. At least, that was until he fell down the stairs of a museum and he sprained his wrist. No carrying heavy stuff with that hand for a few weeks, but he would still play video games.

“So, we have a 6 hour flight ahead. Are we playing something on the nintendo or are you going to be a moody teen and ignore me?” you said teasingly. You were the older sibling, that had some benefits.

“We can play something, y/n. And, for your information, I’m neither moody nor a tee-” Griffin said, but suddenly stopped while staring at something, or someone.

“Griff, all good?” you asked, turning around to look wherever he was staring. “What are you looking at?”

“Did you see who just sat down there? Like, two seats in front of us on the other side! Next to that couple with the baby!” he whispered.

“Um, no. Who?”

“Charles Leclerc”

“Is he a celebrity or something? The name sounds familiar, but I don’t remember who he is supposed to be.”

“The F1 racing driver, from Ferrari. Remember I was watching a race and you said he was hot?”

“I remember saying half of the racing drivers were hot, Griff. And my memory is good except when it comes to names, you know that.”

Griffin rolled his eyes at you and took his phone out to search for something. He was interrupted by the sound of a baby crying. Both of you turned to each other with worried looks.

The flight attendants walked around as if looking for something. It looked like they had lost something, they were probably stressed out of their minds. Losing something in a plane must have been a nightmare.

“Hey, Y/n! Look! There, that’s Charles Leclerc!” Griffin whispered yelled into your ear, pointing to a man who was standing up from his seat and taking something out of his bag.

“Oh, yeah. Now I remember him. Ferrari you said, right?” you replied, Griffin nodded at your question. “Poor guy, he looks exhausted. There was a race this past weekend, right? Having to travel next to a baby after having such a stressful few days must be a nightmare.”

“I know. I thought they traveled on business or first class though, maybe something happened with the airline.” your brother said.

You turned to look at the seat next to you, it was empty. The plane doors had been closed about 5 minutes ago, but because of air traffic, you supposed, you were still waiting to leave the gate. 

“Wait here Griff, I’ll be right back.” you told your brother while unfastening your seatbelt and standing up.

“Wait, Y/n! What are you doing?”

You walked up to the man you now knew was Charles Leclerc. You had had your fair share of plane rides after exhausting weeks. Being a college student whose University was in a different country than her own meant you had to travel back home for Christmas after finals. Thank the heavens, you had never been seated next to a crying baby on those occasions, but you had on others. The combination of tiredness and babies crying on a 6 hour flight didn’t sit right with you.

“Excuse me, sir. I don’t mean to overstep, but if you want, the seat next to me is empty. You look exhausted, if you want, you can take it.” you said.

Charles didn’t expect for the baby next to him to start crying even before the plane started moving. He decided the best course of action was to take out his headphones to try and muffle the sound of the baby next to him. He stood up from his seat and opened the upper compartment to find his bag.

“Excuse me, sir.” a voice called him. “ I don’t mean to overstep, but if you want, the seat next to me is empty. You look exhausted, if you want, you can take it.”

Charles turned to the source of the voice and found a girl, around his age, looking up at him. She was slightly pointing at a seat 2 rows behind him on the opposite side. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a military green sweatshirt, her hair was loose and a little bit messy, probably from the airport hecticness. He couldn’t help but stare a little, she was very pretty after all.

“My brother and I are sitting there, but the remaining seat in the row is empty.” the girl repeated, at his lack of response.

He was pulled out of his trance. “Um, yes thank you. Are you sure you don't mind?” he asked.

“Not at all, don’t worry about it.” she replied sincerely.

Charles looked one last time at the couple next to him, who was now trying to calm down the baby and looking for something in a bag. He didn’t think twice about it. He would be more comfortable on another seat, and perhaps the couple would be more comfortable to have a row for themselves as well.

He took his bag and closed the compartment, following the girl to her seat. He left his bag and sat down next to the girl. There he found another boy, around the age of 18, sitting next to the window. 

“I’m Charles by the way.” he introduced himself. The least he could do after the girl had kindly offered the seat next to hers.

“I’m y/n, pleasure to meet you. This is my brother Griffin.” 

The guy next to her gave him a slight smile and a wave. Had he seen him staring at his sister? Maybe he was the type of brother to be kind of protective over her.

“Griffin here, is a big fan of Formula 1. He is a bit surprised to see you here, but if you are willing, maybe you can sign something for him?” y/n asked kindly.

“Sure, no problem!” Well, maybe he hadn’t seen him staring at his sister, or he wasn’t mad about it. Good to know.

“My cap is in my bag though, sis. You think you could sign it later? She will kill me if I make her grab something up there again.” Griffin said, showing Charles the bandage around his wrist.

“Of course, I have my marker in my bag too. How did that happen? If I may ask.” Charles asked, suddenly interested in the pair beside him.

“He tripped over the stairs in a museum trying to take a picture of a cute girl he saw.” stated y/n, teasing his brother.

“A picture you asked for, sis. Your fault, not mine.”

“You were the idiot who tripped, don’t go blaming things on me!”

The playful arguments and snarky comments reminded him of Arthur. It had been a while since he had last seen him, hopefully he could see him now that he was going back home. 

The three of them continued talking throughout the flight. They even played on the nintendo switch that Griffin brought, taking turns, and eventually, Charles and y/n teaming up against Griffin, who kept winning despite having a broken wrist.

Charles' tiredness suddenly fading away, and only wanting to keep talking to the pair of siblings. When Griffin started feeling tired, Charles and y/n continued playing by themselves, allowing the younger one to rest for a while.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get some sleep yourself? Racing must be extremely tiring.” y/n asked him.

“No, I'd rather keep playing with you. I’ll rest when I get home.” he smiled at her, sending butterflies to her stomach. She had met him a few hours prior and she was already getting those reactions.

The hours passed by, they stopped playing after a while, deciding just to talk for a bit. 

“So, you are going to be in Monaco for how long?” Charles asked.

“For a week or a bit more I think. I need to check the dates, I didn’t quite plan the trip after all.” she replied.

“If you are up for it, I could show you guys around. I don’t have any races for a few weeks, so my schedule is pretty much empty.”

“That would be lovely, are you sure though? We wouldn’t want to disturb your rest from work.”

“You wouldn’t bother at all, I wouldn’t be offering if you did.”

She laughed at the statement, a sound Charles had really come to enjoy.

“Well then, if you are offering a tour around Monaco, how much should I pay you?”

He was taken aback by her question, he was offering it as a favor, not something she would pay for. “Why would you need to pay for me showing you around?”

“I can’t have you offering services for free, can I?” she said.

It was his turn to laugh. “Tell you what, you can pay me by going out to dinner with me. Does that sound like fair payment?”

Y/n smiled at him. “Only if you let me pay.”

“To be discussed.”

“Well then, should I give you my number to further discuss the time and place?”

“And if it goes well, to arrange a second time? Of course.”

Charles expected for his economy flight to be a nightmare the moment he saw a crying baby next to his seat. However, he was now thanking the young soul for being there, and allowing his now girlfriend to come up to him and offer the seat next to hers.

He was glad to have flown economy that day.

I wrote this for the TG1F girls! (Two Girls 1 Formula). Make sure to go and listen to their podcast, it’s amazing!

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[lyssismagical]

2,805 miles

There’s 2,805 miles between here and home.

If he hadn’t changed his mind, there would only be 181.

Why did he change his mind? The question would probably forever haunt him, the biggest decision he’ll ever make, he’ll always wonder whether or not it was the right choice. MIT had been his dream for so long, but he chose Caltech.

MIT was a good school, one of the best, but it was also the school Tony went to. Peter didn’t mind living in Tony’s shadow, but he was worried about the possibility of added pressure or being handed things because of his relationship to one of the biggest alumni. He doesn’t want an unfair advantage like that.

But god does the 2,805 miles feel uncrossable.

MJ’s at Harvard. Ned’s at MIT. Flash is taking the year abroad with Harry. Cindy’s at NYU. Betty’s at Yale. Their group of geniuses have been split up and scattered across the country, and Peter’s alone on the west coast.

It shouldn’t be this bad, the homesickness, the ever present ache in his chest, the crushing loneliness, the bittersweet phone calls. It shouldn’t feel like this. He’s in college, for god’s sake. He should be out partying, meeting new people, studying in beautiful libraries, being a free adult. But instead, he’s curled up in bed, laptop open to the Skype screen as he counts down the minutes until Tony will call him.

He knows what Flash would say. Poor baby wants his mommy? Oh wait. And it shouldn’t sting, it wouldn’t if it weren’t true. Flash knows what lines not to cross anymore, dead mom jokes are okay, they should be fine, Peter makes them himself all the time, but it’s true, and it hurts. He wishes his mom were here. He wishes his mom and dad were still living in California, just a bus ride away, and he could go visit them for Family Dinner.

What he really wants is just a hug.

What he would give for May to give him a hug and kiss his forehead and tell him everything would be okay.

The text comes through, an apology, an excuse, something about Morgan, and the postponing of their Skype call.

And it’s okay because Tony doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how desperate Peter’s getting, how much he craves the smallest normalcy, how much he needs these conversations to function. It’s okay.

He calls MJ instead.

“Hey, I’m a bit busy, dude, can I call you back?”

“Yeah, no worries!” he says, proud of himself for keeping his voice even. And then she hangs up and he’s alone in his small, empty, unhomely dorm room with plain white walls and textbooks stacked carefully on the edge of his desk and his pile of clothes in the corner of the open closet.

It’s pathetic really.

“Fuck,” he says, out loud because it’s the only human voice he gets to hear that isn’t tinny or crackly over device speakers. “It’s going to be just fine, okay? Five weeks until Spring Break. Five weeks. You can survive five weeks.”

He sits up, stretches, counts to ten and then drags himself over to his desk.

*

“I think I’m depressed,” he tells Ned the next day.

His back aches, the pit in his stomach has just gotten darker, his head hurts, his eyes are so dry, his hands keep cramping, but at least he’s ahead in his physics class, right?

Ned kind of laughs, one that means he’s not quite sure if it’s a joke or not. “Homesick?”

“How do you know me so well?”

“You’re, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, a momma’s boy. You like familiarity and comfort and your love language is physical affection which I’m sure you haven’t been getting much of lately. Even if your family has it’s… complications, they’re still the most important thing to you so it’s hard to be so far away.”

“What the hell, dude?”

Ned laughs, realer this time. “Sorry, I’m taking a psych class.”

“Is it easier there? Being closer, I mean?”

He pauses, thinks about it, the sound of Peter’s fan, the one constant in his life, that fills the space between. “It’s not like I’ve exactly got the time or money to make the roadtrip home all the time. A hundred and eighty miles is still a hundred and eighty miles.”

“I guess.”

“All I’m saying is that you made your choice for all the right reasons, and you shouldn’t change your mind now because you think MIT will be easier. Peter Parker doesn’t give up for the easier option.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re taking a philosophy class too.”

“Speaking of, I’ve gotta go, dude, I’m sorry. Listen, take a shower, get dressed, go for a walk, eat something good. It’ll make you feel better.”

He gets a notification for five dollars sent to him by MJ with a little note buy yourself a coffee bestie.

Peter’s nothing if not a good listener, so he gets up and does as he’s told. It’s a nice, cool day in California, so he puts on a pair of jeans, a collared button-up, and a comfy sweater overtop, a classic Peter look. If MJ saw him, she’d definitely tell him that college is about experimenting and finding yourself, not sticking to what you’ve always been. Despite them not being here, he’ll always have her voice in his head. And he buys himself a coffee from the shop just around the corner of his dorm building.

Campus is big so it’ll be a long walk to go around the campus in a circle. He puts on some music and starts walking, getting lost in his head.

Smell the roses, May would say. Get out of that big head of yours and see the world around you.

And if Ned were there, he’d laugh and say, If we had brains like his, we’d never see the world either.

Peter would blush and shake his head, try to peel back the compliments but he’s learned it’s pointless with them.  

Someone touches his arm, a barely there feeling, and he looks up, a polite smile on his face. You have a resting sad face, MJ says in his head.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

He focuses on the southern speaker, a young man with wild dirty blond curls, sunkissed skin, a sprinkling of freckles over his nose, a silver nose ring, dark blue eyes, and eyelashes he knows Cindy would fawn over.  He’s wearing an old black t-shirt that reads Yee and a flannel over top with a pair of even older straight-legged jeans.

“It’s alright,” Peter says automatically. You’re too nice to strangers, it’ll get you killed, MJ would say.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Just thinking about how my friend would say I’m too nice for my own good,” he replies honestly. “And too honest.”

The man laughs. “Maybe, and my sister would say I’m too forward or maybe that I’m annoying, but it’s who I am… My name’s Harley, we’re in the same chemistry class with Bailer. You didn’t show up for class yesterday and I was thinking about reaching out to offer my notes, but I chickened out. Like why would a random student notice one person missing from our class of like three hundred? It seemed creepier than helpful.”

“That’s very kind of you,” Peter says. He takes a nervous sip of his coffee. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous, but he also knows exactly why he’s so nervous. It’s just a conversation with a classmate, but Harley’s paying his full attention to him, looking at him and smiling and nose ring catching the sunlight.

“It wasn’t too complicated anyway,” Harley says. “And from what I’ve seen, you’re like a certified genius, so I don’t know how much my notes would help, but at least it’s something.”

Harley pulls open his bag adorned with colorful pins and pulls out a notebook filled to the brim with cue cards and sticky notes and paperclips a variety of colors. He flips it open and rips out the last few pages and hands it over.

“Here,” he says, smile unwavering like it’s what he was born to do. “You can give them back to me the next time you’re in class.”

“Sure, of course, thank you so much.” May would roll her eyes at his constant good manners and say you sure didn’t get that from me or your uncle.

Harley nods. “Yeah! My mom would say it’s southern hospitality or something.” He puts on a higher pitched, slower voice to imitate his mom.

Peter can’t help the smile that tugs at his mouth. They have very similar thinking patterns, apparently. “Well, thank you.”

“Hey!” Harley says, looking at Peter’s coffee. “Do you live at Pasadena? I’ve been meaning to try their coffee place, is it good?”

“It’s really good, yeah… Maybe we can study together there sometime?” Peter offers shyly. “We have that big chem midterm coming up and I haven’t found any study partners yet.”

Harley smiles a little wider. “That sounds perfect. Here, I’ll write my number on those notes so you have it and we can find a time that works.”

He pulls a red sharpie from his bag and writes his number on the chemistry notes.

Nice one, loser, didn’t think you had it in you, MJ would say. And Ned would laugh and demand pictures and the phone number so he can see for himself if Harley’s good enough. And May would ruffle his hair and try to give him a condom. Just in case! she’d say, hands lifted in defense and try to teach him about safe sex again. And Cindy would start spouting statistics about first dates and relationships. And Flash would say, how’d you score someone so out of your league, Parker?

“It’s a date,” Harley grins. “I’ll see you around, Peter. And, might I suggest, get out of that genius head of yours before you run into a tree.”

And maybe he’s not so homesick. Maybe he needs to make California his new home with people like Harley. Maybe he should reach out to Gwen from his English Literature class who he worked on a project with. And maybe he should start talking to the boy who lives across the hall from him in Pasadena, Harry, who loaned him a couple quarters to do his laundry and bakes cookies every weekend to share with the floor.

Maybe he will get out of his head and into the world.

There might be 2,805 miles miles between Caltech and Queens, but there’s only half a mile between his dorm and coffee and a world of possibilities.

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[thestylesindependent]

Harry Styles is definitely in love — and other takeaways from his bop-heavy new album

BY CHRISTI CARRASSTAFF WRITER 

MAY 16, 2022 4:06 PM PT

Would you believe it? After a three-year drought, Harry Styles’ third solo record, “Harry’s House,” is almost here, just in time for summer.

The highly anticipated follow-up to the pop musician’s Grammy-nominated sophomore album, “Fine Line,” is set to arrive Thursday at 9 p.m. Pacific. And to all the fans who simply cannot wait three days and five hours (but who’s counting?) to inject more Styles content directly into their veins — we see you, and we’ve got you.

After listening to the singer’s latest studio album early and on repeat (for science), we can confirm that “Harry’s House” is chock-full of summertime bops, jubilant horn sections and lyrical nods to L.A. — as well as what appears to be a sonic love letter to “Don’t Worry Darling” director Olivia Wilde, whom Styles is rumored to be dating.

Last month, the former One Direction heartthrob told Better Homes & Gardens he was initially hesitant to make “fun music” on his own because he wanted to be “taken seriously” as a solo artist. Three solo albums in, that pressure has dissipated — as evidenced by “Harry’s House,” which is nothing if not unapologetically fun.

“Finally, it doesn’t feel like my life is over if this album isn’t a commercial success,” Styles told the magazine.

“I just want to make stuff that is right, that is fun, in terms of the process, that I can be proud of for a long time, that my friends can be proud of, that my family can be proud of, that my kids will be proud of one day.”

For good reason, this writer is not a Harry Styles critic, so be sure to look out for the The Times’ official review of “Harry’s House” closer to the album’s release. Until then, here are some key takeaways to get you through the week.

Harry is in love

And he doesn’t care who knows it. By our calculations, at least eight of the 13 songs on “Harry’s House” are about being madly enamored with someone else.

In the exuberant opening track, “Music for a Sushi Restaurant,” Styles literally shouts into the void, “It’s cause I love you, babe / In every kind of way / Just a little taste / You know I love you, baby,” setting a romantic tone for the rest of the album.

Other especially smitten lyrics sprinkled throughout include, “Now you’re in my life / I can’t get you off my mind,” “There’s never been someone who’s so perfect for me,” “'Cause baby, loving you’s the real thing” and “I will always love you.”

Since exiting his boy-band era, Styles has reclaimed some of his privacy by keeping relatively quiet about his personal life, so it’s unclear exactly what muse (or muses) inspired this lovestruck turn. But it’s easy to read “Cinema” as a valentine to Wilde, the filmmaker and actor who has been romantically linked to Styles since directing him in her upcoming feature, “Don’t Worry Darling.”

“I just think you’re cool / I dig your cinema,” Styles sings on the album’s eighth track. “Do you think I’m cool too? / Or am I too into you?”

Alluding to their power-couple status as fixtures of both the music and film industries, Styles continues, “I bring the pop / You got ... the cinema / I bring the pop to the cinema.” Oh, to be the cinema to Styles’ pop.

He’s in an L.A. mood

Speaking of cinema, “Harry’s House” also contains several allusions to L.A. and L.A. culture — from edibles and yoga to ocean views and Hollywood.

In the song “Satellite,” Styles actually declares he’s “in an L.A. mood.” Plus, there’s a whole track about driving, which is about as L.A. as it gets.

Aptly, he’s at home

With himself, that is. Despite the domestic title, much of “Harry’s House” — recorded in L.A., Tokyo, Maine, Oxfordshire and London — reflects a sort of nomadic existence.

“I’d follow you to any place,” Styles sings on “Late Night Talking,” followed by tales of riding bikes, driving with “passports in foot wells” and booking rooms at hotels “using someone else’s name.”

In his Better Homes & Gardens profile, Styles explained that he no longer thinks of a home in terms of physical space, so much as a “headspace or mental well-being.”

“I realized that that home feeling isn’t something that you get from a house; it’s more of an internal thing,” he said. “You realize that when you stop for a minute.”

He remembers the one(s) who got away

Not all of the love songs on “Harry’s House” have buoyant hooks and happy endings. And really, would it even be a Harry Styles album without a couple of sad-boy ballads mourning relationships that, for whatever reason, didn’t quite work out?

In “Little Freak,” for instance, Styles is “just thinking about” someone he “disrespected” and lost after he “jumped in feet first and ... landed too hard.”

“You never saw my birthmark,” he laments on the wistful track.

The 13th and final song on the record, “Love Of My Life,” is addressed to a soulmate the singer had no choice but to abandon, citing incompatible “coordinates.”

“Baby, you were the love of my life,” Styles sings. “Maybe you don’t know it’s lost ’til you find it / It’s not what I wanted / To leave you behind.”

While speaking with Better Homes & Gardens, Styles opened up about his flawed relationship history, conceding that, “Whether it was with friends or people I was dating, I was always gone before it got to the point of having to have any difficult conversations.”

Styles is truly flying solo

Like his last two studio efforts, “Harry’s House” features only Styles — meaning no guest artists are listed on the track list.

However, a full breakdown of song credits does reveal a couple of notable cameos. The adorable intro to the album’s lead single, “As It Was,” is a repurposed voice memo from Styles’ young goddaughter Ruby Winston. (She is the child of Meredith Winston and Ben Winston, who was a producer on the 2013 documentary “One Direction: This Is Us.”)

Additionally, John Mayer is credited as an electric guitarist on two songs: “Cinema” and “Daydreaming,” which also uses a sample from the 1978 Brothers Johnson tune “Ain’t We Funkin’ Now.” The more you know.

#harry's house reviews #la times #harry styles #may 2022 #harrys house spoilers #spoilers

[blackypanther9]

Part 9 - They know more than they think

WARNING!: Mentions of blood, gore, murder and deaths ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

“You don’t know anything about us, boy !”, Alma yelled angry.

Heiko laughed even louder at that and gave her a look.

“Are you sure about that ? Like the song ‘We don’t talk about Bruno’ ? Or the Song of ‘Surface Pressure’ ? Or ‘Turn it down’ ? What Bruno sang to Mirabel about himself ? Are you kidding me ? I am not as stupid as I look, old lady !”, he yelled angered.

They all stared at Heiko. Pepa even looked away in shame as the song of her hermanito (Little Brother) was mentioned. Luisa looked away at Surface Pressure and Dolores at Turn it down. And Bruno stared at his plate, like Mirabel, as Heiko mentioned his situation.

“Oh and what did he say to Mirabel ?!”, Alma asked angered.

Heiko looked at Bruno and sighed, then he stood up and walked to the end of the table. He cleared his throat and then started.

(I added the songs only in case you wanna listen to it.)

“We don’t talk about Bruno – no – no – no, we don’t talk about Brunooo, But, I heard them every day chasing my name away, A harbinger since I was young, To humble their minds, With a Prophetic guise no child should envy or want, Eyes so deep, a sadness you could swim in Another prophecy God, let’s see where it gets ‘em, And I know they’ll pin the blame on ME, Mirabel, This future ain’t meant to be seen, I can tell, Yet I couldn’t help but keep a piece of me home, Fingers crossed Mi Familia still loves me so, When they just Don’t talk about Bruno – no – no – no, Not a word about Brunooo.”, he sang.

Bruno and Mirabel let tears slip at that memory, while Alma looked at him in utter shock, Pepa covered her mouth and cried silently, like Julieta and the males just looked sad and heartbroken, while Dolores looked away in sadness.

“But in reality you just didn’t want to talk about him, because you hated him to no ends. Talking garbage about him, make up horror stories about him and tear his own name through the mud. How could you ?! He was still Family ! The man could have been killed and buried somewhere and all you could do was trash talking him ?! What the hell would you all have done if he would have been dead and after 15 years Mirabel would have found his corpse in a lake or she digged him up by accident ?! Talking bad about the dead or even going as far as to forget them is the worst crime you can do ! Do you want to go to hell for sinning ?!”

Pepa sobbed loudly and Julieta did too. They surely imagined Mirabel finding their Brother’s dead body and all they did was trash talking him. At least Pepa, Julieta never talked bad about him and even hoped he will be back one day, but the thought that he could have been dead, broke her down.

“Pepa Madrigal controls the weather but blames her Brother for making a hurricane on her wedding day and even dares to hold a grudge against him ! She was shaking in her dress and made it rainy already and then she blamed Bruno for trying to lift her mood and joking around ?! Really ?! And all you could do was yell at him for trying to make the situation lighter, Alma ?! What the heck, woman ?! Where is the mother instinct ?!”

She stared at Heiko.

“And I know what your last interaction was before Bruno went missing ! Instead of leaving him alone, you bothered him to make you a vision and to tell you right the instant he was done, what he saw ! All he wanted was a damn break ! He had a huge headache and all you did was making it worse and then you threatened him ! ‘If you leave this house you are dead to me.’ ”

Julieta and Pepa, like the rest of her Family stared at her in shock, besides Dolores, she heard their argument that night.

“What did you expect would he do by that threat ?! He was 40 years old, woman !! He was a grown up and can do whatever he wants, without Mommy’s approval ! Did you legit think he would run to you, hug you and beg you for forgiveness ?! After everything you did to him and the rest of the Family ?! Do you all wanna know what he yelled back that night ?!”

They nodded and Alma teared up.

“He yelled in anger and agony ‘I WISH I WAS DEAD !’ ! Can you fricking believe it ?! And then he was gone ! All Alma did was ‘Serves him right, disrespectful brat’, instead of trying to FIND him ! He could have been kidnapped, hurt, lost or dead ! She didn’t give a living fuck !!! And then you even refused to TALK about him ! You all abandoned him at that moment ! WHAT A FAMILY !!”, Heiko yelled and clapped his hands loudly in mock applause.

Everyone of the Madrigals gasped in horror and stared at Bruno, besides Dolores, she knew. William and Vincent laughed.

“Wow ! And I thought we were a fucked up Family !”, Vincent laughed.

Then Michael came down with his empty plate and set it down, then stared at Heiko and the rest.

“Bruno and his Mother’s argument ?”, Michael asked unsurprised.

Heiko nodded.

“Alright, if you know all of this, you better tell us something about you.”, Mirabel asked, wiping her tears.

Heiko smirked.

“Fine. Guys ? Casita ?”

Casita changed the looks of the Dining room and soon it looked nothing like their Dining room anymore. Then Music appeared and Heiko sat in a chair, looking at a Tablet.

(Creepin towards the door remix)

“They keep creepin’ towards the door, (Heiko looks to the left and to the right of the doors) My stomach twists, like a worm beneath the lure, (Heiko made a scared face and looked at the Tablet) My heartbeat skips, like a phonograph, Old Machines weren’t built to last, (Heiko looked at the Madrigal Family, shaking his head at “Weren’t”) But they keep creepin’ towards the door.”

Heiko suddenly disappeared from sight.

“They keep creepin’ towards the door !, (William now sat in the chair Heiko was in and looked around in fear) Their bodies reek, like they’re carrying a Corpse !, (William held his nose shut and made a disgusted face) Their footsteps creek !, As they circle in, and the power’s running thin !, (William looked at the Madrigals in utter fear) But they keep creepin’ towards the doooor !”

Then they both appeared again in the office, next to one another, but not acknowledging one another.

“The phone guy tells me that there is no danger !, (They made a sarcastic face, not believing it) But I suspect that things will get much STRANGER !, (Suddenly there appeared a purple rabbit and a yellow chicken Animatronic and they quickly closed the doors in horror) Something about this room is HYPNOTIZING, PARALYZING, TERRIFYING ! (They looked around in fear and yelled ‘Terrifying’ loudly)”

Then there appeared a fox, a bear and the other 2 Animatronics from before and they quickly closed the doors. Then they disappeared and Michael and Vincent stood in that office.

“They keep creepin’ towards the door !, My backbone shakes, like a tremor on the floor !, (They looked around in fear, shaking) My kneecaps quake !, (They make their knees shake and quake) Why don’t I just scram ?!, Or unplug that stupid Van ?!, (They stared at the Madrigals in panic) ‘Cuz they keep creepin’ towards the doooor !”

Now, all 4 of them reappeared in that office, not acknowledging one another.

“These furry phonies masquerade like their cute !, (They looked scared and in panic) The kids don’t notice ‘cuz they think they’re cartoons !, (Elizabeth and Chris smiled at the brown bear) Oh no don’t look now, I think that Freddy’s on route !, Deadly pursuit !, SWEATY FURSUIT !”

William hummed, while Heiko looked at the Madrigals and then whisper – shouted.

“They’ll find you ! They’ll find you ! (He pointed at them with a serious face) Stay calm ! Stay calm ! (He made motions to control your breath)”

“They’ll find you ! They’ll find you ! (He pointed at them again) Stay calm ! (He held his chest where his heart was)”

Then they saw the Animatronics again and they looked to be out of control.

“The phone guy tells me that there is no danger !, (They made a sarcastic face) But I suspect that things will get much STRANGER !, (Suddenly there appeared 2 Animatronics and they quickly closed the doors in horror) Something about this room is HYPNOTIZING, PARALYZING, TERRIFYING ! (They looked around in fear and backed away from the closed doors, their backs meeting each others’)”

Then the song was over and Casita changed the room back to the Dining room. Heiko looked at his Family and smiled, showing a thumbs up.

“What were these things ?”, Pepa asked.

“Animatronics. Something built out of metal, wires and codes. Codes are things that they need to function, like we need lessons to understand things. And wires are long, thread like, things. Then you put fur on it and tadaa, Animatronic done and ready to perform.”

“That was the shortest version of it, but just like he said. But it is hard… One mistake and you can start all over again…”, William grumbled.

“Were they supposed to be moving at night ?”, Mirabel asked.

“No, but one night they just did. The Night guards weren’t really all too happy and lucky as it happened. They see you as one of themselves without a fursuit, so they stuff you into one, if you aren’t careful and shut the doors in their faces.”

“Doesn’t sound that scary…”, Camilo mumbled.

Heiko laughed loudly.

“Kid, imagine being grabbed by a metal creature. One tiny too hard squeeze and your arm snaps like a twig in two. Metal is stronger than your body altogether. They can crush you in a second if they desire so.”

At that the Family of Madrigals stared at Heiko in utter horror.

“When they stuff you into a suit, you get crushed and die.”, William said.

“Then deactivate them or something.”, Alma said.

“That is the problem. They indeed ARE deactivated, but they still move around at night and do what they want. At day it works and we didn’t find any mistake in their systems, so everything works just fine.”, Michael said.

“What…?”, the Family asked the Aftons.

“Well the Animatronics work just fine…most of the time. When they act out, it isn’t…them… We don’t know what it is, but we never found any faults on them and I built them. I would know something is wrong when I see it. I checked many times on them, but still…there was never anything wrong with them.”, William explained.

“But there must be a reason why they acted off…”, Bruno said.

The Aftons looked to one another, then back at the Madrigals.

“Well… Kids went missing in my restaurant. It was made for children and adults. Pizza, Burgers and drinks…all that. The Animatronics were made to entertain the kids a bit. Sometimes kids went missing and weren’t found even after a year. Many think there was a killer going around and kidnapped them to murder them somewhere. But the bodies were also never found.”, William told them.

The Madrigals stared at him in utter horror.

“We believe that the kids really got killed and possess the Animatronics and kill Night guards, because they think their killer worked there and everyone in their path is getting killed, until they have their killer. Restless souls.”

“That is nonsense !”, Alma claimed.

“It isn’t. The Animatronics have no mistakes in their system, still they always entertain children, but as soon as they see an adult, they stop and stare intently at them. Sometimes they say lines like ’Help’ and ‘Murder’. They weren’t programmed to say such things and it never happened before. Then the mysterious murders they do. It adds all up.”

“But how did they stay instead of moving on ?”, Luisa asked in worry.

They all shrugged their shoulders.

“They didn’t want to. If a person dies, but doesn’t want to move on, it mostly means that they still have to accomplish something on earth. One last mission. Others decide they never want to move on. Others can’t, because they are cursed or even forced to stay. The cursed ones are mostly evil ghosts. Evil people who sinned a lot and now got punished with no good afterlife.”, Heiko explained.

“Others are cursed to hell.”, Vincent said.

“Yeah…”

The Family stared at them in shock.

“Do you think that Abuelo is still around because of a mission he has to do ?”, Mirabel asked in curiosity.

Heiko laughed.

“Kid I don’t even know what he looks like ! From where would I know ?!”

“Wait…you can see the dead ?”, Camilo asked stunned.

Heiko shrugged his shoulders.

“Meh… You would have found out sooner or later anyways. I mean Brunito and Dolores caught me talking to air already.”

Bruno and Dolores nodded as everyone stared at them already.

“That person is a him and doesn’t want to be revealed yet. He asked Casita to give them a room and he gave us our gifts as much as we know from Heiko.”, Dolores said.

Heiko only nodded.

“And that is all you will know for now. More I am not allowed to reveal without approval.”

Antonio grabbed Heiko’s hand and pulled him to the stairs were a portrait of Pedro was hanging on the wall and pointed at it.

“Does he look like that ? That is Abuelo Pedro.”

Heiko pursed his lips and shook his head.

“No, sorry kiddo. He doesn’t look like that.”

Antonio’s hopeful face fell.

“Oh…okay.”

“Maybe it is someone that died in the Encanto.”, Pepa suggested.

“We should know his name so we can find his Family. Maybe he has something important to say.”, Alma pressed, happy for a new gift in her house.

“NO !”, Heiko yelled loudly.

Everyone in the room flinched. He then pointed at Alma with an accusing finger.

“You will NOT use MY ability just because you think you can ! YOU will NOT break MY ability like you did with everyone else’s ! Keep your nose out of MY business !”, he glared at Alma in rage.

Vincent and Michael went over to Heiko and hugged him, shushing him softly.

“He is very protective and possessive over his ability. He hates using it for people who obviously don’t deserve it. And he hates using it for strangers.”, Chris explained, hugging his Fredbear plush.

Bruno gave his Mother a side glace and saw she was slightly fuming in not getting her way. Funny… seems like Heiko was right, she didn’t change much.

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[trash-gobby]

∞ When You’re a Stranger ∞ - Chpt. 1

Summary: The Emerson family has been through enough in Santa Carla. With the looming threat of David's vampire gang hanging over their heads, the family flees to the cooler and hopefully quieter town of Hawkins, Indiana.

However, what they think is going to be a peaceful fresh start turns out to be anything but. New school, new life and a new terror waiting for them in Hawkins.

∞ Forward a chapter ---> Chpt. 2

Word Count: 2.3K

Pairing(s): Will be revealed as the story unfolds.

Character(s): Michael Emerson, Sam Emerson, Lucy Emerson, Laddie Thompson, Star, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Joyce Byers, Jim Hopper, Eleven/Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler

Link: The Lost Boys, Stranger Things

Rating: PG

A/N: So I've definitely messed with the canon for both Stranger Things and Lost Boys. One of the major changes I made is to when the events of the Lost Boys movie took place and what happened to the characters. Events of TLB (Lost Boys) occured in the summer of 1984 instead of 1987.

Obviously the boys (from TLB) aren't dead in this scenario. I also aged Sam Emerson down from sixteen to fourteen so he can have more interactions with the gang in Stranger Things.

Warnings/Triggers ⚠️: Sibling fights, mention of past ab*se.

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It was a lot less sunny in Roane County, Indiana. A lot greener too. The kind of green marked by dense forests and underbrush that was filled with the kind of wildlife that would be featured in Disney’s Bambi. At least that’s what Michael thought derisively.

Although around late October the gloom of oncoming winter was starting to descend over the area. The season working its way from fall with some trees leaves already starting to turn from green to oranges and yellows. Although green was still the dominant colour of the surrounding scenery.

Michael's eyes roamed from the surrounding forest rushing by out the window and to Star sitting in the passenger seat up front with his mom in their dinky little family Volvo. She had a pair of headphones that he'd lended her so she could listen to Sam's walkman for a bit. Michael can just make out the sound which is bleeding softley. It's her favourite album of all time and tuned to her favourite song.

They have forgotten what binding they lack. Oh under those white street lamps-

The amount of times that the whole Emerson family has listened to that album, She's So Unusual, would be probably on beat the amount of kilometers they'd traveled. Michael didn't mind though, the songs on that album pretty catchy even if played over and over. At least Michael could handle it. However, Sam had reached the end of his rope when Star had suggested playing it on the cars cassette player. The compromise of borrowing the walkman was what Lucy had suggested in order to keep everyone happy. The last thing that they all needed was a nearly two day trip ruined by arguing the whole way over music.

Tensions were pretty high though. At least they were for the first half day of travelling. Lucy had hastily piled as much of their stuff as possible in the back of their trunk along with making sure there was enough space for Nanook to sit comfortably.

They'd left a lot of things back at Grandpa's in order to make space for Star and Laddie to come with them. Only the essentials and a couple of their most loved possessions were allowed to be packed up. The less they had to think about what to take, the sooner they could get the hell out of dodge.

After the events of that dreaded night, the final showdown... Michael didn't want to think about it. Not at the moment, possibly not ever again.

He wanted to forget it. There was already the pressure of starting fresh yet again in a new location with a town full of strangers. Possibly nosey strangers that would ask questions at these interesting group.

They'd definity stare at Star's strange handmade clothes and long gathered hippie style skirts. Her wardrobe was that of someone way to carefree for any common everyday folks. At least not yuppie townies. Her strange habits for foraging and creating artwork out of random things she'd find lying around might be off-putting to others.

Sam didn't really know when to stop talking or how to make his choice of wardrobe, reading and music quiet. Everything about his younger brother was loud and flamboyant. Fitting in with the general crowd seemed to be something he was allergic to. He'd never been terribly bullied, but Michael suspected that was due more to his intervention then because Sam was able to work his way out of anything himself. Michael often thought that if he wasn't there for Sam, things could have been much worse back where they lived before all this jumping from place to place.

Then there was Laddie. Lucy had tried to find his parents after the final battle. However, he'd insisted he'd never want to go back after what his family had done to him. The legal matter of holding onto a runaway was a whole can of worms Lucy wasn't prepared to handle.

That's when Grandpa stepped in to save the day. Or at least to admit that on top of taxidermy he was also knew a guy who could do some pretty convincing forgery of documents for a price. However, Grandpa was more than happy to help cover the costs and soon Lucy had to deal with the moral dilemma of what would be considered kidnapping. Michael thought she made the right choice by taking Laddie along, even if he did have to now go by a new name in order to not raise suspicion.

As far as Michael was concerned those abusive assholes could keep looking.

There was the matter of Laddie as a whole. Living with a den of vampires doesn't exactly encourage an environment for normal behavior. Laddie had spent a good amount of time being out of school and away from other kids his age. As a result he wasn't exactly well socialized and would often say things which while Michael and the others could brush off, might rub someone else the wrong way. Like suggesting that they should make some toys out of animal bones and play together. Not exactly something a normal kid suggests.

His sticky fingers were also a whole other deal which Lucy and Michael hadn't anticipated. Having been encouraged by David and the other members of his vampire gang when Laddie had lived with them, he'd developed the nasty habit of thinking stealing and picking pockets was a perfectly fine thing to do.

You wouldn't be able to tell looking at him sitting in the other window seat next to Sam who had been forced into the middle seat begrudgingly. His longer hair had been cut short into something less wild by Lucy, and dressed in a striped tennis shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. Looks can be deceiving, but Michael hoped that the little shrimp would be able to figure out the ins and outs of being in a normal school with a normal family.

"Look! We're almost there," Michael was pulled out of his thoughts by his mom pointing to the giant sign which marked the town of Hawkins, Indiana. Just another thirty minutes and they'd be there.

"Great 'cause I've really got to pee," Sam groaned while adjusting himself in his seat. He really did look uncomfortable.

"You always need to pee, it's like you don't have a bladder just made of pee."

"Laddie that's gross," Laddie giggled looking up from the colouring book he'd been working on at Sam's disgusted expression. Michael couldn't help but crack a small smirk at the little display.

"Why are you smiling? I can't help it. I have the bladder I'm born with."

"I didn't say anything Sam," Michael held up his hands in a defensive manner.

"You don't need to, I can see it on your face," Sam said shoving Michael's leg over, "and can you please stay out of my space, I'm crushed sitting here."

"The middle seat is the death seat in a car. Means your the most likely to die in a crash," Still working on his colouring book, Laddie weighed in.

"No it's not, that's the passenger seat dumbass."

"Sam, language."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Christ! I can't take being in this car anymore with you, your so annoying," Sam groaned exasperatedly. Laddie looked over once again and blew a raspberry at Sam, which seemed to be the last straw.

Sam lunged over to Laddie's side of the seat and grabbed him, in the process kicking Michael in the shin and causing him to involuntarily knock into the back of Star's seat. Lucy jolted from the sudden burst of action in the back seat, slightly swerving the car on the road, nearly sending them into a patch of bushes alongside the road.

"Sam, what the hell!" Michael grabbed his brother and pulled him back from Laddie who was still giggling like this was somehow all a big joke he'd been responsible for.

" I swear to god, I'm gonna kill him!" Sam shouted struggling in Michael's grasp, kicking his shin again and causing him to grunt out.

"What is happ-" Star was cut off when the car came to an abrupt break-squealing halt, jerking everyone in their seats.

"That is enough!" Lucy yelled, causing everyone to fall silent. Turning in her seat to face the boys sitting in the back, all looking at her with slightly frightened eyes.

Lucy doesn't yell much, so Michael knew she'd just about had it if she was this angry right now.

"This behaviour is unacceptable. You've managed to sit with each other comfortably for most of the ride."

"Define comfortable," Sam grumbled under his breath.

"Sam. I don't want to hear it. Your supposed to be the older sibling in this situation, you don't attack your brother like that. Especially not when I'm driving!"

"Yeah, except he's not my brother," Laddie's eyes then became downcast. Michael noticed the now mischievous smile was wiped from his face replaced by something a lot darker. Michael didn't have a moment to really process this before Laddie had thrown open the door and ran out.

"Laddie!" Lucy called out after him frightened.

"Great, look what you did," Star said giving Sam a stern look before getting out of the car quickly to chase after Laddie.

Sam didn't say anything in response to this. Michael could tell that part of him felt conflicted with what he'd just said, but another part was to petulant to admit fault. Michael rolled his eyes and got out of the car to go after Star and Laddie, leaving Sam alone with his mom to get a stern talking to which he very much deserved.

Tensions had been high between everyone, but sometimes Michael didn't understand why Sam would say the things he would, especially when they all wanted the same thing. A normal life.

Star had stopped Laddie in the middle of the road. He'd run until she'd caught up to him and held him in her arms. As Michael got closer he could see that she was whispering to him, little things like that it was going to be okay and that he was her little brother.

Michael came around to face Laddie, crouching to be level with him. His face was already tearstained from when they started falling, most likely as soon as he ran out of the car.

"Hey," Michael said softly, giving Laddie a moment. Star slowly stopped whispering to him and looked over to Michael. He kept his focus on the younger boy with his painfully sad expression.

"Sam didn't mean it you know," reaching out, Michael brushed some of the tears from Laddie's face.

"He just doesn't know how to deal with not being the youngest, he's easily irritated and a bit of an ass."

"He did," it came out as a whisper, barely audible to Michael at first.

"He did," Laddie said a little louder. "He did mean it."

Michael didn't really know what to say to convince Laddie at this point. Sam really did sound like he meant what he said, and he rarely said something he didn't mean when he was angry.

"Look, Laddie, your my brother, and that's not gonna change," Michael watched as the boy slowly met his gaze.

"Give Sam time, he's just annoyed from being stuck in the car, he really does like you. You want to try going back to the car?"

"You can switch seats with me and sit in the front for a bit?" Star suggested, giving Laddie's shoulders a little hopeful squeeze.

"Okay," He said, using the back of his hands to brush the tears away from his face and sniffled. As the three of them made their way back to the car, Michael saw Sam now sitting in his window seat looking out into the endless dense forest.

Lucy had rolled down her window and leaned out looking down at Laddie with one of those sympathetic and genuinely concerned maternal expressions she was a pro at giving.

"Hey kiddo, you doing alright?" Laddie merely nodded in response.

"We were thinking he could sit up front with you for the rest of the ride," Star said.

"Great. You can hold the town map and help me navigate the rest of the way to the house. I know you're great with directions," Lucy smiled down at him, getting Laddie to return it with a smile just as enthusiastic, before bounding over to the passenger side of the car to get in and unfold the map. Before Michael could make his way into the back, Lucy stopped him by placing her hand on his arm as he passed her window.

"Michael, honey could you talk to Sam when we get to the new house. I think he could use a talk with you right now." As she expressed this Michael looked back over to his younger brother sitting in the backseat.

They'd all been through a lot, but Sam seemed to be taking really hard in a much more expulsive way. His fights with Laddie had only expounded these already existent cracks which Michael had started to notice in Sam's composure. Ever since their little adventure in Santa Carla, and Sam nearly losing Michael forever to the vampire gang he'd been seeing these cracks starting to form. The cracks that represented something which was slowly breaking his younger brother down.

Eventually Michael knew, he had to talk to Sam about it. However, how and when was going to be the real challenge. For now focusing on making it to their new home was what Michael wanted to focus on.

Please let this town be normal. Please let this be just what we need. Michael thought to himself. He was pretty sure there was going to be nothing which could be worse then their experience in Santa Carla. Nothing which could even hold a candle.

Hawkins was sure to be the perfect place to start fresh.

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #tlb 1987 #lost boys #the lost boys fandom #the lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys fic #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #michael emerson #star lost boys #lost boys star #tlb star #star tlb #laddie thompson #tlb laddie #laddie the lost boys #laddie tlb #laddie lost boys #sam emerson #lucy emerson #grandpa emerson #lost boys crossover #stranger things crossover #trash gobby fics

[dhufflebee]

pressure points (a HSMTMTS fanfiction)

One-shot Fandom: High School Musical: The Musical: The Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: E.J. Caswell/Val Characters: E.J. Caswell; Val  Additional Tags: Feelings Realization; discussions of motion sickness; Future Fic; but like a couple of years - they're in college together

Also read on: ao3

Summary: “Wait. You want to go back home… by car?” “Uhm, yeah?” “Not that I don’t like the idea of a road-trip, mind you, but it’s what? 12 hours? Why won’t we take a plane?” “Well, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

this fic is silly and very self-indulgent, mostly because I needed to give at least a smidge of happiness to my boy EJ after the enraging, horrible choices the show made re: him it is also a love letter to my faithful acupressure wristbands, which have accompanied me on countless travels (including two transoceanic italy-australia flights) — thanks, and onto our next adventures!

“Hiya, theater boy!” Val greeted, plopping down unceremoniously on EJ’s bed.

“Hi Val,” he answered from behind the wardrobe door, before reemerging with a stack of jeans in his arms. He reached for the duffel bag at the end of the bed and put the clothes inside. “How’s packing going?”

“I’m almost done. Any idea what the timetable is?”

“Yeah, so,” EJ straightened up, counting with his fingers. “Tomorrow’s the last day of class for us both, then I have a costume fitting mid-afternoon and the last training before the break.” He glanced at Val, who spurred him on with a gesture. “Then I’d say the next morning we get in the car at 8 sharp and head on eastward.”

“Wait. You want to go back home… by car?”

“Uhm, yeah?”

“To Salt Lake City?” Val sounded more incredulous than EJ expected.

“I mean, yeah! I thought that was clear by now? We’re off in two days and we’ve never mentioned other means of transportation, what did you expect?” EJ added with a half-laugh.

“I don’t know, I thought you had it taken care of!” Val answered, her eyes wide. “Maybe you’d come knocking the day after tomorrow with, I don’t know, last-minute plane tickets you’d obtained through mysterious, high-fidelity-airline-members-only ways…”

“Oh,” EJ squeaked, scratching his neck. “Sorry, I should have been clearer. I should have asked you beforehand, actually.”

“Not that I don’t like the idea of a road-trip, mind you, but it’s what? 12 hours?” Val said, and EJ nodded reluctantly at her questioning eyes. “Why won’t we take a plane?”

“Ah, mh. It’s… well, it’s kind of embarrassing,” EJ mumbled, busying himself with the half-full duffel bag on the bed to avoid Val’s waiting expression. She would have to wrench the information out of him, no way he was sharing that willingly.

“EJ,” Val said after a little while, in her psych-major voice.

“Oh alright, I'll tell you.” Wow. So much for being a tough nut to crack. “It’s just… I don’t exactly have a good track record with airplanes. We used to fly – as a family, I mean – back when I was a kid, but I remember it was always terrible for me.”

“Mh.”

“And then, when I was 8 I was sick on the plane, and it was absolutely horrible and one the most embarrassing moments of my life,” EJ confessed, feeling a blush creep up his neck. “After that I never wanted to get back on a plane again, and I still don’t, I guess. Hence, car.” He shrugged and glanced at Val, fully expecting her to start laughing.

When their eyes met, however, EJ found only a hint of amusement, drowning in a sea of fondness. He was taken aback, so used as he was to being made fun of by his dad about the whole ordeal.

“Oh EJ,” Val smiled, scooting closer. “It’s been a dozen years… you’ve never tried anything for this motion sickness of yours?”

“It’s not even motion sickness, really,” EJ shook his head. “I have no problems with trains or cars – not even with boats, if you can believe it! It’s truly just planes that make my stomach lurch,” he added, forlornly.

Val stood up and closed the space between them, rubbing a hand comfortingly on EJ’s arm. “Don’t hate me for saying this,” she said, while EJ stared a bit stupidly at her hand smoothing the fabric of his sweater. “But I think maybe you could like, try again? Perhaps growing up helped, and you might never know!”

EJ scoffed, focusing once again on his duffel bag and zipping it close with a bit too much force. “You know what the funny thing is? I was actually dead set on overcoming this particular problem a few years ago,” he said in a clipped tone, picking up the bag and brusquely shoving it into the wardrobe. “I had a whole vacation in Hawaii booked and planned, and you can’t get there by car, can you? No, you gotta take a plane,” he rambled, pacing in the middle of the room. “And I was ready to take that plane, because come on, at 18 one can expect to be able to face a bit of airsickness, no? Especially if you’re traveling with your girlfriend--”

At that, EJ’s voice cracked and he stopped abruptly, a pained expression on his face and his hands slightly trembling. Had he looked up even for a second, he would have seen Val’s eyes glistening with unshed tears. His slumped shoulders gave her the time to blink them away, though, and she schooled her sad, knowing expression into a more lighthearted one.

“Well,” she chirped, drawing EJ’s attention. “I think avoiding a 12-hour ride might be a good reason to try again, don’t you think?”

“I guess?”

“Excellent! So, if you somehow manage to locate plane tickets in these two days…”

“What was it you said? ‘high-fidelity-members’?” EJ replied, his frown lines smoothing. “We Caswells actually are, even with me never flying. I can get us last minute tickets, sure thing.”

“I think I might have a solution to your problem, then,” Val grinned, standing closer to EJ. “I'll lend you my old acupressure wristbands, you know the ones to combat motion sickness?”

“How old, exactly?”

“‘You’ll look like a child’ old, I'm afraid,” she answered sheepishly. “At least they’re grey and not some weird garish color, though.”

“That wouldn’t have been a problem, but thank you,” EJ said sincerely, warmth spreading in his chest and a smile blooming on his face.

“I’ll also get you some ginger sour gummies to help settle the nausea.”

“Not too many of those, though – gotta stay fit for water polo,” EJ replied, with a chuckle and a wink.

“Zero chance you’ll lose form over those,” Val teased him, poking him in the abs and looking up at him from under her eyelashes.

EJ hadn’t realized just how close they’d ended up standing, lost in the familiarity of their banter. He felt the overwhelming urge to cup Val’s cheek, and was struck so dumb by the unusual sensation that he barely registered his arm moving.

He managed to stop before doing anything he might regret, his hand grasping at nothing. He couldn’t tell if Val had noticed, however, because she had been staring at his face for so long that his cheeks were starting to burn.

EJ averted his eyes after a beat and stepped back, busying himself with his backpack and blabbering about classes, unable to look at Val to gauge her reaction. For some reason, his mind supplied him with a single, scathing thought. Coward.

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EJ squirmed for the umpteenth time, his knees hitting the seat in front of him, as sleep eluded him once again. He tried to find a comfortable position, but between his mild anxiety and his height being ill-suited for the flying monstrosity they were currently in, he only got more frustrated. Almost subconsciously, he fiddled with the tight grey bands on his wrists, dreading a repetition of his past plane-related embarrassment.

Suddenly, a small hand caught his, and EJ’s eyes snapped open at the contact. Val leaned into him, her weight on his shoulder familiar and grounding. “Stop worrying about the wristbands,” she said softly. “You put them on properly, believe me. The more you think about it, the worse it’s going to feel.”

EJ turned his head slightly, and saw the half smile on Val’s face. She had taken off her shoes as soon as the plane had started moving, and with her feet tucked under her on the seat she looked relaxed and very endearing. EJ envied her – but he also felt a bunch of other things happening in the space between his stomach and chest, which he didn’t have the strength ( nor the courage, really) to dwell on.

“Try to sleep a bit, EJ. It actually helps with motion sickness,” Val continued, poking him in the shoulder. “Unclench,” she chuckled.

EJ was trying to, really. “I know that, yeah… I guess I'm just on edge. Also I reckon I don’t want to leave you alone the whole flight,” he explained, frowning.

“Not much company you are if you’re feeling unwell,” Val answered. “Thank you for the kind thought, but I mean it: sleep. I’ll be here,” and smiled encouragingly.

EJ took a moment to just look at her, trying to commit to memory the way she looked in the low light of the plane, sitting by his side. Then he nodded, settled in his seat and closed his eyes – Val still holding onto his hand the last thought in his mind before he finally drifted off to sleep.

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EJ was lying on the bed, an arm over his face to shield his eyes from the sunlight. He had started unpacking, but the flight had left him with the beginning of a headache, and for now being comfortable was more important than being tidy. It was his childhood bedroom, after all.

A little while later, Val came knocking at his door. “How’re you feeling?”

EJ hummed, moving the arm from his face and trying to smile, only managing a half-wince. “I guess better than I would in similar circumstances if you hadn’t helped me, but still… not great.”

He looked at Val, once again expecting derision but finding nothing but softness. And maybe the hint of something more that he was feeling too unwell ( afraid) to actually address.

He scooted up the bed, sitting upright and leaving more space for Val, who immediately crossed the room and sat cross-legged beside him, the mattress dipping under their weight.

“Thanks for the hospitality, by the way,” Val said. “I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet.”

EJ matched her grin with one of his own. “Don’t even mention it – if anything I’m sorry I feel so wobbly that I left you alone to settle in. And to fend for yourself,” he added, his smile turning into a grimace. “Hopefully my dad wasn’t too unpleasant?”

“Oh, no worries,” she shrugged. “He barely acknowledged me and then got out, actually.”

“Mh. Typical.”

“Besides, it’s not like I have anywhere to be… not without you, that is.” Val picked shyly at the hem of her jeans, then looked up with a lopsided smile. “I’m the one who’s sorry, though, since I forced you to take a plane and all.”

“No no no,” EJ replied, shaking his head quite vigorously. “It was high time I found a way to get past my block. That psych major is really paying off, huh?” he added with a wink.

Val laughed, a short and humorless thing, before turning to look warily outside the window.

EJ straightened up, concern painted on his features. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Val’s shoulders sagged, a sigh pushing past her lips as she stared at the pale blue sky to her right. “It’s just--” she began with an unsteady voice. “This is the last break before graduation and then I am a proper adult and I’m not sure if I'm ready to actually be a proper adult, you know?”

Val’s hands were trembling in her lap – something that hadn’t escaped EJ’s notice, who was fighting the urge to grab them and hold them and steady them. He didn’t want to startle Val, though (meaning he didn’t have the guts to do it), and forced himself to stay put, focusing on the light reflecting on her profile instead.

“I guess I'm scared of what’s coming after this chapter of my life ends.” Val deflated, closing her eyes as if to stop tears from falling down. “I don’t wanna fail.”

EJ’s heart all but cracked. He wasn’t sure what hurt him the most, though – whether Val’s self doubt or the fact she couldn’t stand to look at him while admitting it. He was devastated she wasn’t feeling her usual confident self, and he silently willed her to just look at him so she could see his encouraging smile. Instead, a tear rolled down Val’s cheek and she hastily wiped it away, her trembling hand opening a door into the part of EJ’s heart he hadn’t been brave enough to acknowledge until now.

He surged forward, eyes blazing. “Hey, look at me,” he urged, getting no answer from Val, who kept still and crumpled in front of him. Then he figured he had to just spell everything out that he would’ve tried to communicate with an understanding smile – and, well, it was now or never, wasn’t it? No more being chicken.

“Val,” EJ said, softly, and she let her eyes meet his, at last. “You’ll do great. You’ll ace your last semester and you’re going to be a psychologist so good people’s socks will be blown off. You won’t fail, I believe that. But even in the remote possibility that you do --” Val’s breath caught in her throat, but EJ couldn’t stop – didn’t want to stop – now that the dam had broken. “Let me tell you this: you are a wonderful woman and an even more wonderful friend, and that’s far from a failure in my book. I'd be damn lucky to have someone special like you in my corner forever, psych or no psych.”

EJ’s heart was beating like crazy. He’d been looking into Val’s eyes the whole time, but it only hit him when her cheeks flushed deep red. Oh god, was I too intense? He panicked, scrambling to apologize, to retract, to laugh it off – anything to put a damper on the feelings threatening to burst out, scary and too real.

It all came to a halt, though, when Val’s face softened and she grabbed EJ’s arm. His gaze dropped to where their skin touched, warmth spreading in his body as if Val’s fingers were burning him. His breath hitched the moment she began massaging the inside of his wrist, delicately rubbing over the pressure marks the wristbands had left on his skin.

EJ was breathing somewhat raggedly, sparks dancing in his brain at the prolonged, soft contact, his hands itching to reach for Val’s face and touch her hair, her neck, her cheek. And yet, he forced himself to be as still as possible, terrified of bursting that little bubble of intimacy, of losing the physical connection that was making him rethink and rediscover and reassess his feelings while sitting on his childhood bed alongside his best friend. (Maybe something more than that.)

EJ knew then that something had ineluctably, finally shifted between them. He lifted his head to look at Val, and she closely matched his movement, looking back with a small smile – fond and familiar, yet so splendidly new.

Well, fuck.

#finished this at last! very dear to my heart but it took quite a while #hsmtmts #ej caswell #fanfiction #HSM #ej x val #myships #my fics

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RIGHT YEAH I was also thinking about the scenario of Jo accompanying Masato in relation to this, in the vein of… that'd solidify that the whole lie was always about His Family and not The Family right… because what can Jo even DO for the family while he's away? He's more than a glorified accountant.

Though thinking about it, he probably wouldn't have been away too long, at least compared to a prison sentence for murder. Because Masato only faked his death in 2004 (at the very latest, I guess; it's when the news went public) and Bleach Japan was founded "almost 20 years" prior to 2019, at which point Aoki and Ogasawara had already graduated and returned to Japan.

That and Aoki wasn't in a wheelchair anymore when he met Ogasawara at Harvard, so perhaps Jo would only really /need/ to stay for the procedure and Aoki's physical therapy and all, though of course I can see him staying longer. Still, not too long, all things considered.

So this scenario's kind of the worst of both worlds, because perhaps those first couple of years it's Arakawa's own stubbornness, and then the rest of his family has to go away anyway. And he's so sure in that time what he needs is to be with his family again and he'll at least feel less alone, miss Ichi less.

But then Masato's Aoki now and only really staying in touch to use him and the Arakawa Family's resources for his own gain, and Jo--as you perfectly put it--doesn't know how to emotionally take care of him. So things he should be ecstatic about--seeing his son walk on his own two legs for the first time and having his right hand man back in action--end up bittersweet at best. Aiiieeeeee……

OH YEAH SHINJI I half-remembered there was a visit in 1 but not who actually went to visit Kiryu sorry for doing you like that my boy </3 still counts as part of a pattern to me though… subordinate visiting his aniki…

SPEAKING OF KIRYU. Yeah. Typical Kiryu L. Kazuma Kiryu you have blood on your hands and NOT in the funney Reddit meme way… ABSOLUTELY DERANGED to blame Ichi for anything in the ending whatsoever though like WHAT. He got him immediate medical attention and WE AS THE AUDIENCE don't even have time to react, let alone anyone living the fucking moment good god my blood pressure is spiking

ALSO THE JO POST… YEAH… yeah yeah yeah that's the shit I'm talking about… and like. This is where localization frustrates me so Bear With My Complaints a moment but his very last line is mistranslated in both versions, the sub in terms of what he was actually saying and the dub in terms of giving him this bitchy, flippant tone that doesn't convey his intent. So I'll cut them down the middle and say it's "[The] legit [way]? The word has never crossed my mind, not once."

There's just something to it as a clear thesis for his whole life and his eventual fate. Like of course Adachi means in terms of going through the proper legal processes, but words like proper, legit, decent, these also have clear connotations of adequacy. So for him to literally say NOTHING he's done has been adequate in his eyes perfectly illustrates what you were saying. Like he's always taken it as a matter of fact that nothing he could do would be enough, like that's a truth woven into his existence so tightly he never even thought about it. And now there really is nothing he can do.

i have my own theoretical timeline on masato's stay in america, but even with what we have there's a lot of variables involved with for exactly when certain events happened

under the assumption masato was to enroll at harvard in the fall of 2001 (assuming he was somehow able to be approved for a lung transplant as soon as that year), then jo would- at max- might only have to be abroad for (assuming they leave in january) nine months (to account for the time it took for masato to get approved for surgery and then the surgery itself plus the potential 3-6 month recovery period afterwards)

alternatively, if masato had to wait a year- two max if we're being optimistic so he could graduate on time under an accelerated 2-year academic schedule to get surgery- then jo, similarly, would have to be abroad for a similar amount of time.

the time gone doesn't matter too much i guess: arakawa will still be left alone for a long time, and that really couldnt have been easy either way. the time his family's gone only makes their comeback all the more bittersweet, as you put it (´▽｀;;)

OH BUT YEAH NO THE Y7 BIT THAT SHIT PISSED ME OFF SO MUCH WHEN I READ IT like mates were trying to be smart about it like 'wow ichi way to go showing how much you love aoki and how you'd do anything for him 🙄' like God Forbid a human character acts human and imperfect what the fuck you want him to do he aint got no goddamn spidey sense how the shit was he supposed to know (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

but yeah.. speaking of Doing The Right Thing jo's never ending feelings of inadequacy are my favorite </3 cause its like.. it's a reason why i love jo so much if i can be weird to say: what he did wasnt something that you can confidently forgive or try to say 'he's done the most to rectify this' or anything like that because putting a baby in a coin locker's like.. a lot of steps are involved to do that.. not really a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing that would have grounds to forgive yourself for.. so the fact jo knows this and just has that intense guilt- it's my bread and butter to say the least 😔

#long post #snap chats #i didnt mean to ramble about my masato timeline OOPS. i havent mentioned it in months tho.... i do like thinkin a it.... #thats not even to consider the idea of jo staying abroad all four years to make sure masato was getting along fine #and to make sure he made it back to japan alright- but for the sake of giving masato some independence for a bit #we can also say jo went back when he was 'no longer needed' and just let masato live how he wanted to #but again i guess the exact amount of months and years dont matter too much #as for Jo's Suffering though i can't explain why i love it so much #i think its just cause like. its nice that a character acknowledges they did something unforgivable #like even if aoki did get the lung transplant and he's fine- or WAS fine rip- that doesnt negate the 24 some years he had to be miserable #i cant explain it im very bad at explaining things can we tell #its just such a weird situation. because again what jo did isnt something you can excuse or forgive yk #like masato's critical years and his early adulthood were severely impacted by his disability #to say half his life was altered by jo's actions is an understatement- and jo knows that right #even if he made sure everything that could be done for him to make his life better was done #there was probably always that thought of 'this extra work wouldnt be necessary if i didnt do that' yk what i mean #so i guess im just glad he's dedicated to acknowledging that and trying to take responsibility for it now #idk idk i cant explain it but i hope we know what i mean. dear god i hope we do words arent my strong suit #but yeah again.... now he cant do anything to continue righting that wrong in his eyes #now its just guilt with no means of alleviating it and THAT. hurts the soul in a good way. me thinks anyhow