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Little Big Fan | Thirteen

— Little Big Sleepover

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Isabella ran to her room, her eyes welling up with tears, leaving you and Max bewildered. With widened eyes, you glanced at Max, wondering where you went wrong.

You had simply told her, with what you thought was proper precautions, that you and Max were together. Isabella looked between you and Max for a single second before shaking her head and leaving the room. 

You didn't think twice before following her, finding her cuddling her second favourite teddy bear as tears stained her cheeks. "Oh, angel" you muttered as you sat beside her on her bed. 

"Talk to me, sweetheart, do you not like Max?" you prompted. Isabella glanced up at you for a moment. Unbeknownst to you, she did it to check if you were upset with her before she could form a response but once she only saw comfort, she opened up about the situation. 

"He's a good friend," she started and you nodded along but remained silent. "But will you still love me if you like him?" Hearing her words, your heart broke. You wanted to know what prompted her to ask such a serious question, but you focused on addressing it first.

"I have loved you from the day you were born," you began, deciding to hold back on sharing the information that you even loved her while you were pregnant, mainly because you didn't want to start a new set of questions relating to pregnancy just yet. "I love you, Isabella, and my relationship with Max won't ever change that."  

Isabella decided that the comfort she received from the teddy bear wasn't enough, so she gently placed it to the side before crawling up into your lap. "Are you still going to spend time with me? Because daddy stopped doing that." 

Her question helped you see where her unease of your relationship with Max came from. "Daddy was busy with work, it wasn't because of a relationship, Bella." You didn't want her to believe Emma was the source of the problem, even if she had broken up with Tyler. 

Isabella's mouth dropped open, slowly understanding the situation but then she pouted, "daddy's always busy with work." 

"He's trying his best," you didn't want to influence a negative father-daughter relationship between them with your words, even though you wanted to agree with her. Plus you hoped that Tyler would clean up his act and become a present father. However, lately that hope has started to die down. 

"It's okay, Maxy spends time with me," Isabella added and you faintly smiled at the slight positive turn the conversation took. "Yes he does, did you know he's inviting us to the next race?" 

That sparked a happier reaction out of your daughter, "really?" You nodded, "yeah, do you want to go?" While she was buzzing with excitement at the idea of going to another race, you also noticed her hesitation to give you an answer. "You don't have to tell me now, think about it okay?" 

Isabella smiled, pleased that you understood her better than she did herself. Wrapping her arms around you, she mumbled, "okay, mama." 

You hugged her a little tighter than you usually do. "I promise nothing will change between us, it's just that mama likes Maxy a lot and wants to be with him too," you explained and felt her nod against you. 

You didn't let go until she did first, and she looked at you with a mix of confusion and mischief, "so like the three of us together?" Wiping away her drying tears, you were surprised by the significant change in her mood but was also glad that she was no longer crying. 

"Yes, what do you think?" You prompted again, back to square one but this time you received a much more positive reaction. "Mama, Maxy, and me, I like that." 

Then she giggled, "Maxy, you can come in now," she spoke, looking at the door that was left ajar. Hearing her words, Max entered her room with a tightlipped smile, not liking the fact that he was caught. 

"I didn't mean to stand there, I was just worried about you." Although he entered the room, he still stood by the door. He heard your entire conversation and knew that Isabella would be fine with your relationship, but she just needed time to adjust. However, he was still wary on her opinion of him. 

Isabella wiggled off your lap and stepped closer to Max. She gestured with her hand, asking him crouch down so she could be at eye-level with him. "My mama likes you, do you like her?" 

"I like her a lot," he answered after a split second of hesitation because he was about to say the wrong L word, but he didn't want to overwhelm Isabella, or you for that matter. Even though deep down he knew you returned the sentiment, it just wasn't said out loud yet. 

He knew that you would prefer to know Isabella's thoughts on your relationship before it goes any further, and he was totally okay with that. 

"Are you going to take car of her?" Isabella asked with her hands on her hips, attempting to look slightly intimidating. Max didn't have the strength to tell her that she looked more cute than intimidating. "Always."

Dropping her "intimidating" stance, she smiled and glanced at both of you. "Then, I'm okay." While Isabella's gaze remained on Max, his was on you and he noticed as you let out a sigh in relief. 

Shuffling closer to Max, Isabella hugged him just like she usually did and that's when Max could finally let out a sigh of relief. She turned to look at you, "can I go play?" 

"Of course, sweetheart." You waited until she left the room to invite Max to sit next to you, which he obliged to immediately. His hand quickly found your thigh, an action that brought comfort to both of you. "We still need to be careful around her," you stated, and turned your head to look at him. 

"Yeah, that's okay, we'll give her time," he agreed and then he asked a question that has been bothering him for a while. "Would you have ended our relationship if she wasn't okay with it?" 

"I'm going to be very honest, I didn't even think of that as a possibility." The corner of his lip turned up in a half smile, "so you knew everything would be fine?" 

You shook your head, "Deep down I knew that she was comfortable around you but I also didn't really want to think about leaving you if she wasn't. I wanted the best of both worlds." 

Leaning closer to you, he muttered, "I would've done anything to convince Isabella." You happily smiled at that thought, now knowing that day wouldn't come. "Well now that she knows, it would be very hard for you to leave us." 

Max pulled back, "who said I wanted to?" You shrugged, "I'm just putting the thought out there." 

He leaned back against the mattress, and pulled you with him. "I want you and your daughter in my life, for every moment." He brought your hand up to place a light kiss, "knowing that, are you sure you won't get tired of me?" He asked you. 

"Not at all," you said as you leaned over him to place a lingering sweet kiss against his lips. You both showed your love in various ways even though you didn't say the three words out loud. Whether it was through small acts you did together throughout the day, other long conversations, or something like this, where you subtly promised to be together forever.

——

Later that night, Isabella was still very excited that Max was staying over. As you promised earlier, she noticed that nothing drastically changed after knowing about your relationship with Max. 

He was still undoubtedly kind to her, always agreeing to play with her even if that meant he had to purposely lose in the videogame over and over again just to see the biggest smile on her face. 

Even though you and Max had decided not to show too much affection around your daughter until she got used to seeing you two together, there were still the occasional stolen kisses and touches.

Especially when you two prepared dinner together—that is, until Isabella chose to accompany you both. Max suggested that she take a seat on the countertop so that she could see everything well. As you carried on cooking, you observed that Max was often sidetracked and would frequently stop what he was doing to indulge in a conversation with Isabella. 

The moments in front of you reminded you of a conversation you had with Max before you began dating. You had told him that your daughter would always be a top priority in your life, and if he didn't agree, you couldn't date him. You expected him to walk away, but he persuaded you that he wanted you both in his life. 

You smiled, relieved that you believed him since you were seeing the truth of his words in front of you as he willingly spent time with your daughter.  

Once you cleaned up after dinner, Isabella convinced Max to continue playing videogames. It was getting quite late into the night, but he couldn't exactly say no to her either, so they decided to play once more.

"No Maxy!" Isabella exclaimed with a laugh when he finally regained the upper hand and won the game, the last one of the night. 

"C'mon, time for bed now." You watched the back and forth conversation between them, especially at how Isabella tried to pout to convince him for another game. However, Max wasn't convinced this time. "Didn't you say you wanted me to read you a bedtime story?" 

"Yes, but I also want to play," Isabella confused herself, unable to choose one of the two options. "You can play tomorrow too," you suggested and she looked at him, "will you be here tomorrow?"

Once he nodded, she was satisfied. Isabella quickly helped clean up and rushed up the stairs with you and Max following behind. 

Max watched as you helped Isabella complete her nighttime routine, and she even commented that after some time, she wouldn't need any help. "You're growing up so fast," you responded. 

Soon enough Isabella was tucked into bed with the blanket up to her shoulders while Max read her a short story from one of her books. You let them enjoy that moment, and took that time to unwind from the day in your bedroom as well. 

Max returned while you were in the middle of your skincare routine, "is she sleeping?" you asked. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. "She's snoring away," he responded, earning a chuckle from you. 

He watched you through the mirror patiently as you applied a few different products, raising his eyebrow in confusion when he didn't understand what it was. "What is that?" He couldn't help but ask. "A serum." 

Your answer didn't dissipate his confusion, and you laughed once you saw his expression. "Let's go to bed," you suggested once you finished up. 

The truth is, the idea of Max staying over was new to Isabella, but she had no idea that he has stayed over quite a few times. "I think I can finally sleep in as long as I want," Max commented once you two were settled in bed. 

"Well now she knows," you pressed a kiss to his cheek before cuddling closer. 

Every time Max had stayed the night, he would have to leave early in the morning to ensure that Isabella wouldn't see him. It wasn't a big deal because he was welcomed back a few hours later anyhow, but Max didn't get an opportunity to properly wake up next to you either. 

This time, he was looking forward to waking up next to you, knowing that it would be the first morning out of many more to come.

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Addams Family Steddie Seven

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | ao3 (this part hasn't been added to ao3, yet, but I'll do it when I get the energy for tags lol)

Anyway, I'm back with another Addams Family for y'all fhdjsk

We now get Steddie children! I added little picrews of them at the very end, too! I just think they're little guys (affectionate) ^_^

Anyway, he's a big boi this time too, so you definitely don't see any typos no matter what you think

Dustin

"It's haunted?!"

Steve grins a little as he lets Dart dash into the house before shutting the door behind them. Dart only pauses by Dustin long enough to get a pat on the head before rushing off to explore. "Yep," Steve says, messing up Dustin's hair and meeting Eddie's gaze as a door bangs in the distance.

"Are you sure that's safe? What if it goes, like, full poltergeist on us?" Dustin asks, looking up at them suspiciously.

"I wish he'd go full poltergeist. I couldn't summon one for the life of me," Eddie says, sighing and shaking his head. "There's nothing like blood dripping down the walls to make a place feel like home."

"Okay, this?" Dustin says, gesturing to Eddie with raised eyebrows as he looks at Steve. "This is not making me feel better about the ghost."

Steve snorts and shakes his head, removing his hand from Dustin's hair. "Don't listen to Eddie. Blood is too hard to get off the walls and would mess up the paint. Anyway, Casper lives in the tower, and he likes D&D, so you can include him in sessions and stuff."

Dustin's face does this weird twisting thing as he tries to process the fact a ghost lives in their house and that it likes D&D enough for that to be a significant feature of its personality. He looks up at Steve, squinting slightly. "Like the friendly ghost?" he asks.

"He thinks it's ironic," Steve and Eddie say, perfectly in sync, and Dustin's disgusted expression nearly makes Steve dissolve into laughter.

"You're disgusting," Dustin tells them, rolling his eyes as he picks up one of his suitcases. "Just show me to my room before you start making out."

Steve snorts and leads Dustin upstairs, pointing out the living room, kitchen, D&D room, and guest rooms along the way. He has to grab Dustin's arm to keep him from veering straight into the D&D room, shooting him a look as they head up the stairs. "You can check it out later," he promises.

"I'll give you the grand tour," Eddie says, trailing behind them with a box of Dustin's computer stuff in his arms. "But first, check out the room. Stevie's been dying to know what it looks like."

"I haven't been dying," Steve says, looking over his shoulder to wink at Eddie as he continues, "You'd know when I'm dying, babe."

"C'mon!" Dustin shouts, ducking away from Steve and running up the last few steps. "Stop making everything a weird flirting thing."

"We're in love, Dustin," Eddie tells him, coming to a stop at the top of the stairs next to Steve. "It's only gonna get worse from here."

"I'm moving out. Don't even bother putting the stuff in my room. I'll go live with Mike, instead."

"At least see the room before you do," Steve says, gesturing to the door with Dustin's name on it.

Dustin rolls his eyes and marches over to the door. He throws it open, clearly expecting to see nothing of interest, only to freeze in the doorway, his eyes widening. "Woah," he whispers.

"I knew he'd love it," Eddie says, pulling Steve over so he can see the room is well.

It's at least twice the size of Dustin's old room. There's a loft bed with a desk and lamp under it against the wall to the right of the door. The opposite wall is covered in tools and random parts and wires, all placed carefully on hooks or shelves with a large table underneath. A pair of safety goggles is hung on a nail right above the table, with a little sign next to them that reads in all caps "WEAR THESE!"

Steve almost makes out with Eddie in the doorway of the room for that alone.

The wall with the window has been turned into a cozy area with bookshelves and posters of fantasy maps and cryptid anatomy. A telescope is set up next to the window, which has a clear view of the sky. In fact, it's one of the only windows that isn't blocked by trees from the cemetery. Two oversized chairs are set into a semicircle with beanbags, creating plenty of space for Dustin's friends to come sit and hang out.

"So, you like it?" Eddie asks, setting the computer box on the desk under the bed.

Dustin nods as he drops his bag, rushing over to the work table so he can inspect the tools hanging over it. "This is fucking awesome! Everything I need to make a lich animatronic is here!" he shouts, his excitement so great that he completely misses the equally excited flicker of the lights in the room.

"Language," Steve scolds, more on reflex than anything else.

"Yeah, yeah," Dustin says, waving his hand dismissively as he reaches out and pulls one of the wire bundles down from the wall. "I take back everything I said, by the way, be as gross as you want. I don't even care anymore."

Before Steve can tease Dustin, he's grabbed around the waist by Eddie. "With pleasure," Eddie purrs, dipping Steve and kissing him breathless just inside Dustin's room.

Steve can't help laughing into the kiss, inadvertently letting Eddie's tongue slip past his lips. And then he doesn't really care about laughing, too consumed by Eddie and his hands and his tongue and his teeth and Eddie.

He does, however, start laughing so hard that Eddie almost drops him when Dustin turns around and screeches like a banshee.

Belladonna

Eddie brings their first child home on a wonderfully dreadful day. The sky is unleashing a torrential downpour on the world, lightning cracks and thunder rolls through the clouds, and wind howls across the street. Perfect weather for a Saturday, really.

Steve was ready to spend the first half of the day in the kitchen, trying out recipes Wayne and Grandmama had given him while Dustin sat at the island to finish his homework. In the second half of the day, he'd sit at the piano outside his and Eddie's room and play while Dustin watched TV or worked on the lich animatronic in his room or fine-tuned a new character in the D&D room.

Eddie would be gone for most of the day, trying his level best to get struck by lightning. He's yet to succeed, but that just means Steve gets to cheer him up when he gets home. And the new song he's working on will do just that, especially when he tells Eddie it's composed from the lyrics Eddie wrote in that journal he gave Steve before they started dating.

Yeah, that will definitely cheer Eddie up, and Steve should probably tell Dustin to just order Chinese for dinner because he doubts they'll be leaving the bedroom after that.

The thought makes Steve grin as he pulls out an apple and nightshade pie from the oven, the cloying scent spreading through the room and making Dustin crinkle his nose. He hasn't quite worked up to nightshade, but he's almost there.

"I finished," Dustin says, pushing his homework away and dropping his pencil.

Steve sets the pie on a cooling rack and shuts off the oven. "And that was all your homework?" he asks, dropping his oven mitts and moving to Dustin's side of the island. He leans over Dustin's shoulder, pulling the homework back and skimming over the answers.

It's a sheet of chemical equations, and Steve very quickly realizes he's got no clue what he's looking at. He frowns slightly and hums. "How confident are you?" he asks.

Dustin chooses one of the equations and starts explaining his balancing process. He gets about halfway through before Steve puts a hand over his mouth to stop him. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're gonna make my brain hurt," he says, grimacing when Dustin licks his palm. He pulls his hand away, dragging it on Dustin's shirt to clean it.

"Can I go now?" Dustin asks, looking up at Steve.

Steve sighs and ruffles his hair. "Run along. I think Casper is in the D&D room," he says, his guess confirmed by the slam of a door down the hall. With a grin, Dustin slides out of the chair, shoves the homework into his backpack, and runs out of the kitchen.

Now that he's alone, Steve takes a deep breath and starts cleaning the kitchen. He rinses used mixing bowls and utensils before placing them in the dishwasher, unplugs the mixer, and wipes the counters clean of flour and sugar and nightshade extract.

He's just finished cutting the pie when lightning strikes a tree outside the kitchen window, thunder rolls loudly over the house, the lights surge and flicker, and the front door swings open to slam against the wall with a vigor only Eddie could produce. Steve blinks and looks out the window once more, confirming that it is, in fact, still raining, and leaves the knife in the pie to welcome Eddie.

If he's come home this early, he must have finally been struck by lightning, which means there's something to celebrate.

Steve grins excitedly and heads to the front door only to stop short when he enters the hallway. Eddie is soaked to the bone, which is expected, sporting a huge grin that reveals too-sharp canines with the ends of his hair burnt like he'd (finally) been struck by lightning. He looks like a drenched rat, and in his arms is an equally drenched child that he carefully sets on her feet.

She looks no more than ten and sticks close to Eddie, staring at Steve with silver-grey eyes. Her skin and hair are the same deep black as the calla lilies on the porch, and the hair she's pulled up into two puffs on either side of her head has a similar reddish tinge along the edges. Splashed across the bridge of her nose, cheeks, and forehead are freckles lighter than the girl's skin, standing out because of it.

Eddie smiles excitedly at Steve, practically vibrating where he stands but not moving since the girl is gripping the edge of his shirt. "Stevie! Sweetheart! I'm home!" he says, his gaze flicking between Steve and the girl and unabashedly begging Steve to ask about her.

Steve can't help chuckling. "Welcome home," he says, walking closer and grabbing the towel he'd placed on the coat rack after Eddie left that morning. He crouches in front of the girl and smiles warmly. "Hi, what's your name?" he asks.

She fidgets for a moment, glancing up at Eddie long enough to see his relaxed shoulders and infatuated smile before looking at Steve again and smiling at him. Her right canine is sharper than her left, and Steve feels his heart melt at that sight. "I don't know," she says, shrugging as she steps forward. "I don't like my name much, but I haven't thought of a new one, yet."

"I see," Steve says, unfolding the towel and wrapping it around her shoulders. "Well, my name is Steve, and you've already met Eddie here. Did you lose your parents?" he asks.

It's not that he doesn't know why Eddie brought a child home. Steve has made no secret of his desire for children, after all. He just has to make sure Eddie acquired the child...well, legality doesn't really matter, but he can't have stolen the child from people who truly care for her.

The girl rubs her cheek against the towel, looking delighted by something so soft, and says, "Oh, I haven't lost them. I know exactly where they are." Her grin widens a bit, and she points down at the floor. "I put them there myself."

Steve raises an eyebrow at her, getting a slightly amused smile. "Did you? How come?"

She sighs, shaking her head as though it's a shame. "They were meanies. I wanted new parents."

"And you met Eddie."

She nods, looking excited as she glances back at Eddie. "He had a big pole to catch the lightning!"

Eddie crouches next to her now, his eyes bright and eager as he says, "It was amazing, Stevie! The moment she walked up to me, I was finally struck!"

The girl nods in agreement, and Steve looks between the two of them as he considers. Her parents are gone (by her own hands, apparently, and Steve feels oddly proud already), and she got Eddie struck by lightning. "Do you have any other family?" he finally asks.

When the girl shakes her head, a few drops of water flying off the ends of her hair, Steve can't help grinning. Something settles in his chest, warm and happy, and Steve nods once. "There's a lawyer in the family," he says to Eddie, meeting his gaze.

"They're perfectly corrupt, too," Eddie agrees.

Steve nods and looks at the girl again. He scoops her up, standing straight and grinning when she squeals with delight. "Welcome home," he tells her, already figuring out the best way to introduce her to Dustin.

----

Exactly two weeks after Steve and Eddie gain a daughter and ask a favor from the Addams lawyer, she chooses her name.

It happens in the kitchen. She's sitting next to Dustin, both of them watching Steve and Eddie make pancakes for breakfast. Eddie is getting the pan ready while Steve is making two batters. One has chocolate chips and will be cooked the first. The other will have chocolate chips and nightshade berries fresh from Flora and Fauna's secret garden at their psychiatric hospital.

"What are those?" their daughter asks, pointing at the jar of nightshade berries.

Steve picks up the jar and shakes one out, placing it in her palm for closer inspection. "They're called nightshade. They're deadly," he says, smiling as he shakes the rest into a black mixing bowl.

"Do they taste good?" she asks.

"I wouldn't try it," Dustin says, leaning closer despite his wary look. "Unless you're like Eddie and Steve, I guess."

"Am I?" she asks.

"Well, you did just fine with the cyanide," Steve reasons, considering the berries for a moment. Finally, he nods once and gestures to the berry in her palm. "You can try it."

She lights up and pops the berry into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. After a few seconds, she swallows. "They're good," she decides, nodding once and looking unaffected by the berry.

Steve decides to give her a few minutes still, just to be sure.

"You know," Eddie says, looking over his shoulder and taking the finished chocolate chip batter from Steve, "they come from a plant with purple flowers."

"Oh!" Dustin says, sitting up straight, "We learned about them in class. They're called Atropa belladonna, or belladonna for short. They're native to, like, Asia and Europe."

"What class did you learn that in?" Steve asks, mixing chocolate chips into the batter alongside the nightshade in the second bowl.

"English. We read some story where a wife poisoned her husband using belladonna. Max said it was very girlboss of her," Dustin explains.

"So, it's a flower and a poison?" Steve and Eddie's daughter asks, studying the jar for a moment before grinning. "I like it!"

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, flipping a cooked pancake onto a large plate before pouring more batter into the pan. "Maybe we should get you a cutting."

She shakes her head. "I like the name," she explains.

Steve and Eddie both pause, sharing a look before turning their gazes to her with serious expressions. "Would you like your name to be Belladonna?" Steve asks.

After a few seconds of serious consideration, she nods once. "Yeah, I like it."

Eddie abandons the stove, dropping the spatula in favor of sliding around the island and lifting Belladonna from her chair. "It's perfect!" he tells her, hugging her close and spinning her in a circle. "Our little poison flower!"

Belladonna squeals in surprise, latching onto Eddie's neck as Steve flips the pancakes so they don't burn. "You know we gotta enroll her in school now, right?" he asks, looking over his shoulder just in time to see Eddie throw Belladonna in the air.

"Aww, man, she's too young to get her spirit crushed," Dustin says, leaning forward to watch as Steve slides a few more pancakes onto the plate.

"There's nothing wrong with a good spirit-crushing," Steve says, glancing up when the lights flicker and a cabinet door slams. "See, Casper agrees with me."

"They can't crush my spirit if I crush theirs first," Belladonna says, scrambling her way to sitting on Eddie's shoulders. She drapes herself over Eddie's head, arms hanging in front of his face, and brightly adds, "And by crush, I mean kill."

Eddie grins and grabs her hands, moving them so he can see Steve. "Our daughter is perfect," he tells him.

"She's just like y'all," Dustin says.

"Isn't it great?" Steve and Eddie ask, meeting each other's gaze and laughing when Dustin just rolls his eyes and mutters about them getting grosser by the day.

El

El stays with them on the weekends. She spends all of Saturday playing with Dustin and Belladonna, switching between the two as she pleases until they've all somehow congregated in the living room to watch true crime videos and judge the criminals. On Sunday, she helps Steve in the kitchen as he preps lunches and dinners for the week and then tends to the plants outside. Eddie sometimes joins them in the kitchen, but he usually ends up doing laundry most of the day.

On this particular weekend, Wayne drops El off with several suitcases next to her on the porch. Steve stares at them for a moment before looking up at Wayne. "Did something happen?" he asks.

"Well, I'm leaving on a world trip," Wayne says, placing a hand on El's shoulder as he continues, "and El would rather stay here than tag along."

"It is the middle of the school year," Steve points out, glancing down when Belladonna pokes her head out the door.

She sees El and lights up. "Oh, perfect! I've got a brand new guillotine from Cousin Wednesday. You got one, too, right? Let's race them!" she says, pushing onto the porch and grabbing El's hand.

El nods and looks up at Wayne. "I will be inside. Please help Steve bring my bags in," she says before grabbing one of her bags (presumably the one with the guillotine in it) and letting Belladonna drag her into the house.

Steve can't help smiling as they pass him, reaching out to ruffle each girl's hair. When they've gone inside, he looks at Wayne. "Where are you planning to go?" he asks.

"I'm gonna start domestic with Area 51," Wayne says, looking excited just to talk about it, "Then I'm gonna hit those Parisian catacombs, make my way to a haunted forest in China, and then circle back to spend a few weeks in the Bermuda Triangle."

"You'd better not pull a Fester on us," Steve jokes.

Wayne sighs, shaking his head regretfully. "Nobody could pull a Fester except him. How do you follow that up? I mean, the grief he put his brother through, it's impressive all right," he says.

Knowing the full story of Fester's disappearance and homecoming, Steve can't argue with Wayne. "Well, maybe you'll get lucky enough to be abducted," he says.

"One can only hope," Wayne says, returning Steve's grin. "Seriously, though, you don't mind watching El, do you? I'm sure Cousin Itt wouldn't mind if it's too much trouble."

Steve waves away his worries. "She's Eddie's sister, which makes her my sister, and she's friends with Belladonna and Dustin. Of course, she's welcome here. In fact, you're welcome, too, when you get back," Steve tells him.

Wayne laughs, pulling Steve into a spine-crushing hug. "I just might take you up on that," he says, patting Steve's back before pulling away. "Now, let's get El's stuff to her room."

----

El already has a designated guest room, and she helps Steve unpack her things in it. Her clothes are already in the closet and dresser, her books and knick-knacks are on the bookshelf, and she's currently setting out her skeleton collection on the windowsill while Steve hangs up her photos of cobwebs.

"Can I invite friends over?" El suddenly asks, looking at Steve as he carefully hammers a nail into the wall.

Steve blinks and looks over his shoulder. She's finished placing her collection and is now sitting on the bed, feet idly swinging over the edge. "Yeah, just try to let me or Eddie know when you do," he says, flashing her a reassuring smile before focusing back on the nail.

As though he's been summoned, Eddie bursts into the room and zeroes in on El. "It's about time!" he says, throwing himself onto the bed next to El. His weight makes her bounce, and she falls over Eddie's stomach, blinking a few times.

"You know," Steve says, putting down the hammer to hang the photo on the nail, "you could've invited her to stay here at any point."

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Eddie asks.

"Why was waiting more fun?" El asks him, pushing on his stomach to sit up again.

Eddie grins at her. "Cuz I made a bet with Dustin about how long it'd take, and I won," he explains.

Steve pauses and raises an eyebrow at him. "What did you bet?"

It must be something good because Eddie doesn't shy away from Steve's gaze. Instead, he lights up and jumps off the bed. "Well, Dust-Bunny lost, so he's agreed to babysit Belladonna next Friday," he says, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist and spinning them to the center of the room. "So, we can go out."

"Like, a date night?" Steve asks, a smile tugging on his lips.

"Whatever you wanna do," Eddie promises, pulling Steve into a dance to music only he can hear. Steve is only a little jealous of Eddie's auditory hallucinations.

"I can also watch Belladonna with Dustin," El offers, watching them from the bed. She has a tiny smile, looking completely relaxed and at home watching Eddie and Steve flirt. "If she dies, it will be in an entertaining way."

Steve snorts, pulling away from Eddie and dropping onto the bed next to El. Eddie follows, crouching in front of them and grinning up at her. "You don't need to babysit, too," Steve tells her, ruffling her hair. "But we'd appreciate it if you make sure Belladonna actually goes to bed on time."

El nods once. "I can knock her out if she stays up too long," she says.

"We have sedatives for that, so no blunt objects required," Eddie says, "They're in the kitchen."

"Can I have a bottle for my room?" El asks.

Steve and Eddie share a look, and Eddie shrugs. "Sure, I'll make some just for you," Steve promises. When El smiles a little wider at him, he pulls her into a hug. "Remember, this is your home now, too. So, just do whatever makes you comfortable."

"Oh," El says, leaning into Steve as she nods, "I'll start putting down traps, then."

Steve makes a mental note to warn Dustin later to watch out for those traps.

Romero

Three months after Belladonna twirls into the house and sets root and two months after El has laid down her final trap, Steve starts rearranging one of the guest rooms. He's not sure why, of course, but he's filled with a sudden and inescapable need for it to be different.

Steve changes the sheets on the guest bed, replacing them with a new, forest green set. He gets a dresser for the room and asks El to carve insects along the sides. The desk stays, but he moves it to sit under the window and replaces the curtains so they're lighter and more easily swayed by the breeze. He gets a bookcase and fills it with odds and ends: a jar of marbles, a comb with a mother-of-pearl handle, a shrunken head Belladonna found on the ground one day, and a collection of buttons, to name a few.

Finally, Steve covers the room in plants, dragging in planters and pots and even a fish tank for an aquatic plant set-up. While he never had a green thumb before, taking care of Nix and spending several hours on the phone with Morticia has given him the skills to make sure the plants thrive. He grows flowers and succulents and wall-crawlers and everything in between.

When he's done, two weeks have passed, and Steve inexplicably feels like the room is just about perfect.

It's just missing an occupant.

----

Someone grabs the back of Steve's shirt, tugging on it until Steve groans and rolls over. He stops once he's facing the edge of the bed, blinking tiredly against the odd glow coming from the kid standing there.

It's the middle of the night, and Steve had been halfway through a dream in which Dart and Nix were waltzing in the backyard, so he can definitely be forgiven for not questioning the child's existence. He just questions what brought the child to their room.

"Wha'z wrong?" he asks, the words slurred together and practically incomprehensible.

Thankfully, the child seems perfectly fluent in half-awake linguistics. "Bad dream," he says, voice soft like the breeze but all-encompassing like the rustle of leaves.

Steve hums softly and reaches out. He picks up the boy, vaguely noting that he can't weigh more than a five year old. The child says nothing as Steve cradles him to his chest and rolls back over.

"Sleep h're," Steve mumbles, placing the boy down between him and Eddie. He keeps his right arm under the boy's head, letting his bicep act as a pillow. And Eddie, somehow, seems to sense a child in the bed in his sleep. He shifts closer, draping his arm over the kid's stomach and then grabbing the edge of Steve's shirt tightly.

The boy settles in, grabbing Steve's other arm to hold like a teddy bear. "Good night," he says, the words barely more than a whisper.

Steve smiles and kisses the boy's temple, murmuring a good night in return before falling right back to sleep.

When Steve wakes up in the morning, his arm is still acting as a teddy bear. He tries to pull away, intending to go to the bathroom, but the grip tightens. Steve is about to tell Eddie he'll be back in a minute but pauses when he looks down.

Green eyes meet his, staring calmly. They belong to a little boy, no more than five, with skin so pale it almost has a green tinge and hair so red Steve is surprised the pillow isn't on fire. The boy is pinned under Eddie's arm, looking perfectly content to stay there.

"Uh, good morning," Steve says, his voice rough from sleep.

Before the boy can respond, Eddie hums softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "Good morning, sweetheart," he says.

Steve can't help a soft laugh. "I wasn't talking to you, babe," he says.

Eddie opens his eyes at that, zeroing in on Steve first like always before seeing the boy in their bed. "Oh," he says, holding the kid's gaze for a few seconds, "Good morning."

The boy nods to Eddie and sits up, finally letting go of Steve's hand only to hold his arms out. Steve doesn't really think; he just scoops the boy up, cradling him close.

Apparently comfortable, the boy finally says, "Good morning. My name is Romero."

And Steve suddenly knows who he redecorated the guest room for.

----

Belladonna and El don't blink twice at seeing Romero sitting at the kitchen island, a small cup of milk in front of him, when they come down for breakfast. Dustin, however, stops in the doorway and gestures at him while asking, "When the fuck did we get another one?!"

"Okay, first of all, language," Steve says, turning around and aiming a spatula threateningly at Dustin. "Second of all, this is Romero. Now, come sit down."

"Do neither of you find this weird?" Dustin asks, looking at Belladonna and El as he slides into his usual seat at the island. Eddie places a cup of orange juice in front of him, pushing down the bill of the cap he insists on wearing inside before moving on to get drinks for El and Belladonna.

"Nope! I've got a brother now," Belladonna says, grinning as she leans closer to Romero and pokes his cheek.

"You already had a brother," Dustin mutters before taking a sip of his juice.

Belladonna still hears him, so she turns to Dustin. "Yeah, but you're, like, an older brother," she says. "I go to you when I need to bury someone or rig something to blow up. Now, there's someone who can come to me for that stuff."

Dustin blinks, considering for a moment before relaxing. "Well, I guess that's true. Oh, and that music box you asked me to...fix is done," he tells her.

"Thanks, Dustin!" she says, settling in her seat again as Steve slides a plate of eggs in front of her.

"I put ghost pepper on it like you asked," Steve tells her, kissing the top of her head before putting another plate in front of Dustin. "And yours already has ketchup."

He goes back to the stove and finds a cup of coffee waiting for him. "Thanks," he says, pulling Eddie into a quick kiss before pulling away.

Eddie hums and playfully nudges Steve away from the stove. "I can make the oatmeal," he says, gesturing for Steve to go sit at the island, too. "Go bond with the kids."

Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't argue. He just takes his seat next to Romero and idly fixes a few fly-away hairs sticking up. "Romero, this is Belladonna, Dustin, and El," he says, pointing to each kid as he introduces them. "Belladonna is our daughter, Dustin is my brother, and El is Eddie's sister."

After a few seconds, Romero looks up at Steve. "Must I call them aunt and uncle?" he asks.

"Nope, you can call them whatever you like," Eddie says, grinning over his shoulder at Romero. "I suggest Dust-Bunny for Dustin."

"Can we please let that nickname go?" Dustin asks.

"No," El says, watching as Eddie pours oats into a pot of warmed milk. "It's amusing."

Dustin groans and shoves a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

"Hey," Belladonna says her eggs, poking Romero's cheek again, "How come your skin is green?"

"To blend in," Romero says, inspecting his now empty cup with a slight frown. He doesn't ask for more, though.

"Blend in with what?"

"The forest."

Belladonna hums, nodding once like that answers every question and doesn't inspire more, and focuses on eating her eggs.

"You know, we'll have to enroll Romero in school, too," Steve suddenly says, taking a sip of his coffee.

Eddie hums in agreement, pouring oatmeal into bowls before placing them in front of El, Steve, and Romero. "Good point. How old are you, Romero?"

"How old do I look?" he asks, picking up a blue plastic spoon and using it to stir around the oatmeal curiously.

"Around five," El tells him, pouring pitch-black syrup into her oatmeal before passing it to Eddie.

Romero nods. "I'm five."

Steve hums, meeting Eddie's gaze. His husband doesn't seem to have any ideas, either, so Steve tucks this moment away for later, after the older kids have gone to school. For now, though, he pours some honey into Romero's oatmeal and encourages him to give it a try. When Romero's eyes widen slightly at the taste, Steve grins and feels something warm settle in his chest.

Robin

Two weeks into summer, Robin appears on the front porch of the house with her dorm room in bags around her and an impatient expression. Steve has a similar expression when he opens the door. "What took you so long?!" he asks, yanking Robin into a tight hug that she quickly returns.

"C'mon, dingus, you know I had to finish school," she says, digging her fingers into Steve's side and grinning when he jerks away. "Now, show me to my room. I know you've set one aside for me."

Steve rolls his eyes, but he doesn't correct her. He has set a room aside. It's on the first floor. He'd dubbed it Robin's room when he finally spent more than two seconds studying the space and realized it had a perfect view of the house where the married couple likes to argue on the front lawn. They'll offer Robin hours of entertainment.

"Help me carry your stuff," he says, picking up several bags.

As he's shouldering two of them, Belladonna rushes onto the porch and crashes into Robin's legs, grinning up at her. "Robin! What took you so long?" she asks.

"Geez, she really is your kid," Robin says, grinning at Steve before crouching. "As I told Steve, I had to actually finish school."

"I know. I wanted to go set it on fire, but Dad wouldn't let me and Romero said it would draw too much attention."

"Well, set it on fire next time. If anyone dies, they have to give everyone an A."

"That's not true," Steve says, shooting Robin a look before gesturing Belladonna closer. "Here, can you help us carry stuff inside?"

"Okay! I'll take...this!" Belladonna grabs what looks like the heaviest bag on the porch, straining as she drags it inside.

Steve watches her and shakes his head. He looks at Robin and gestures to the final bags on the porch. "You gonna get those?" he asks.

"I can't believe you're making me carry things, Steven," Robin says, huffing as she picks them up. "Me, a guest in your home, having to carry her own things inside."

"One, not my name. Two, you're not a guest, Robin. You're family. And family carries their shit."

Robin rolls her eyes, unable to help a grin as she uses her foot to hold the door open for Steve. She slides into the house behind him, nearly tripping over Dart but managing to step over him at the last minute. "Once again, your name is whatever's comedically appropriate, dingus," she says, sticking her tongue out as they catch up to Belladonna dragging her bag down the hall. "And aww, you called me family."

Steve pauses and looks at Robin, a serious expression on his face. "Of course, you're family, Robin. You're more family than my parents. Living in a house with you was literally my birthday wish when I was 13," he tells her.

"Ooh, kinda embarrassing to admit that," Robin says condescendingly, her face scrunched into a sympathetic smile. It only lasts for a few seconds before she drops it into something more genuine and bumps her hip against Steve's. "But you're my family too, and I'm glad we get to be together now."

"Is this Robin?"

Steve blinks and looks over his shoulder to find Romero standing just behind them. He's gotten used to his son just appearing whenever and wherever he likes. "Yep. Romero, this is Robin. Robin, this is Romero, my son," Steve says, unable to contain a grin.

"Ohhh, this is the famous Romero," Robin says, spinning on her heel and crouching in front of him. They study each other for a few seconds. "Favorite color?"

"Gold. Like honey."

"Favorite food?"

"Dino nuggets."

"Right on. Favorite movie?"

"Friday the 13th."

"Favorite weapon?"

"Crossbow."

Robin nods once and looks up at Steve. "He sure fits right in," she says.

"He's got a way with the electric chair in Belladonna's room," Steve says, a happy pride filling his words.

"I'm sure he does," Robin says, nodding along like she hasn't heard Steve say this before during one of their phone calls. She flashes a grin at Romero, messes up his hair, and then stands. "Okay, show me my room already, dingus."

Steve snorts and nods, leading Robin the rest of the way to her room. "We're planning a big dinner to welcome you," he says, looking over his shoulder at her, "Everyone is gonna be there. Except Casper. He's on vacation."

"Ghosts take vacations?"

"Well, you can't expect him to work 24/7, right?"

Robin considers for a moment before nodding, figuring it would be an unreasonable expectation to have.

----

"The blood doesn't even look real," Robin complains, throwing popcorn at the TV from where she's sprawled on the armchair. He head is resting on one arm while her legs are thrown over the other, a bowl of popcorn and a soda balancing precariously on her stomach.

"It's the first movie," Steve tells her, shifting to lean more comfortably on Eddie's shoulder, "Give them a break." Romero is in his lap, sleeping with his head cushioned on Steve's chest. He'd nodded off a few minutes into the movie, and Steve had started idly running his fingers through Romero's hair.

"But she's right," Belladonna says, pouting as she tilts her head back to look up at her parents. "It's too dark to be real."

"They wouldn't really let the actors bleed," Dustin explains, looking up from his little animatronic long enough to meet Belladonna's gaze, "It's not, like, ethical. And the actors could sue them."

"They have never bled to death before," El decides, frowning from her spot on the floor. Her head is propped on Dart's side, and she's idly playing with a spider she'd found in her room. "They don't look nearly happy enough."

Steve feels Eddie laugh before he hears him, his shoulders and stomach shaking. "It's not even a clever death," he points out, feeding a few pieces of popcorn to Steve, "I wouldn't look happy, either."

"See, when I made these kinda comments at college, everyone looks at me weird," Robin says, nearly spilling her soda over herself and the chair as she wiggles to get comfortable. "Thank fuck I'm around normal people now."

"You think this is normal?" Dustin asks her.

"Yeah."

Dustin blinks and then points at El and Dart. "That's literally a freak of nature," he says, his tone still affectionate despite the words.

"Thank you for the compliment," El says, tilting her head to look at him.

Before Dustin can say he was talking about Dart, Belladonna turns around and pouts at him. The scene on the TV starts flashing, backlighting her in red and white and black. "How come you haven't called me a freak of nature?" she asks.

"It's okay, sweetie," Eddie says, reaching out to pat her head. "You'll always be our little poison flower."

"Besides, being a freak of nature is about your vibes, not your looks," Steve adds, flashing her an encouraging smile.

Belladonna considers this for a moment before nodding and turning back to the movie to watch the character's arm get completely torn off. "The arterial spray isn't accurate," she complains.

"You're all so weird," Dustin mumbles, not bothering to hold back the endeared smile tugging at his lips.

Steve's own smile widens as he reaches for Eddie's free hand and brings it to his lips, playfully biting his palm. "Isn't it great?" he whispers, meeting Eddie's eyes. He gets a semi-feral grin in response, one that shows off sharp canines, and Steve decides they'll simply have to break the bed again tonight.

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Belladonna! (POV: you are Steddie and your daughter is very proudly showing off her new fang)

And Romero! (POV: you have insulted his little bow tie and he is now contemplating ways to get revenge)

#steddie #steddie fic #addams family steddie #addams! eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #eleven stranger things #robin buckley #it's about the found family vibes #and the addams trope of children just fucking appearing outta nowhere actually #where they come from? who knows but they're addams (or munsons) now

[selineram3421]

Can I request please headcanons of Alastor being faced with an AMBUSH! A SUPRISE ATTACK (from his s/o wanting hugs and kisses).

Yes. You don't understand. Hhhmmn-

Headcanons of Surprise Attacks

Warning! ⚠

⚠ Fluff, just a ton of fluff. Kisses, hugs, cuddles. ⚠

Romantic: Alastor X Sweet Reader

Alastor would often get into other's personal space and bug them with some physical contact. Which was ironic, considering that he hated when it was done to him.

Though, no one has really tried. Unless they had a death wish.

The only demon he was ok with being close was you. His wonderful significant other whom he adored and treasured.

Most of the contact you've had with each other was hand holding, or anything Alastor pulled you into. Hug, spin, dance.

Until one day~

You surprised him with a peck on the cheek. "Thanks hun!", you said, taking the word puzzle you were stuck on and walk off to go finish the rest.

He stared off into nothing for a while and then place a hand on his cheek where you kissed him. He stood there, thinking about it. It didn't feel terrible, it didn't bug him to the point of destroying anything.

Instead it felt nice. The Radio Demon wouldn't mind if you did it again.

You began hugging him from behind while he was cooking. It felt nice and warm. Alastor wasn't much of a hugger but he felt like turning around to hug you back and melt into your hold.

Then there were morning kisses. He'd wake up to you kissing his face, and you'd smile when realizing that he had woken up. "Good morning!" Its a wonderful morning.

Sometimes you had a bad days, coming home and surprising him with hugs.

"Darling?", he says questionably, wrapping his arms around you.

"Bad day. Cuddles.", is all you'd say.

With that both of you would go into the living room and cuddle on the couch, where Alastor would be able to appreciate how nice the hugs were. Soft and warm.

Whenever you would ask for help with making something, he'd help as much as he can or give you ideas.

You'd light up when things turned out right and turn to grab his face. "Al! You're a genius!", you'd say and pepper his face with kisses.

After you walk off humming a tune, Alastor is left blinking, trying to process. When he does, his face flushes. Covered in lipstick stains too if you wear it.

God this thing is so fluffy-

You still surprise him. Hugging him randomly. When you let go he pulls you back in for more. Now you've got him hooked on hugs.

With morning kisses, he craves good night kisses. And he gathers enough courage to ask you for some. "Darling, if you don't mind-.", he clears his throat. "Could I perhaps get a goodnight kiss?"

"Aw, my poor deer.", you coo and pull him closer. "Of course."

While you're busy give him good night kisses, his little tail wags.

When he starts working with the hotel, he feels a bit upset that you're not around to give him affection.

Lol, he's addicted.

Then he brings you over to the hotel one day. Cuddling with you once both of you are in his office.

He starts bringing you around more often, feeling overjoyed whenever you enter his office.

When he sees you kill someone for the first time, his heart is fluttering. Carrying you off for kisses and cuddles.

Husk walks in on the two of you in the middle of kisses. "Nope.", is all the cat demon says before walking out and closing the door behind him. He'll think twice before entering the office again.

It isn't long till he starts giving you surprise kisses as well.

~Seline, the person.

ML for Alastor🎙

#x reader #gn reader #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon alastor #the radio demon #radio demon #fluff #alastor headcanons #headcanons #kisses #hugs #xoxoxo #like gomez and morticia but ace

[nanomooselet]

My Brother's Keeper (I)

So, uh, I have seen the complaints that Stampede is "poorly-written". Often enough, really, to get... somewhat overly bent out of shape about it. Stampede was my entry into the story and I may have mentioned once or twice that I like it. You know. Just a little. This is not to say it's without its flaws, but it's technically very skilful, at least to my eyes. It's just… skilful in roughly twenty-two minute chunks, so it crams a whole lot into those chunks.

Vash tells Wolfwood he can "see [kindness] in his eyes" half an hour tops after hitting him with a truck. It's assumed that they're relying on previous characterisation of the two to carry this beat.

They're not.

See, animated shows or films (and definitely in the case of Stampede) aren't only written. They're story-boarded, rendered, scored etc. and all the parts interlock with the other parts. It has to be taken as a whole: spoken, written, visual, musical, situational, compositional. These are twelve instalments of a single story where everything in it develops, comments on, or reflects what lies at the work's thematic heart, but you have to figure out how. It's not going to explain it to you. If the relationship between two characters appears strange, that's because there's more to it. And whenever you see something in it that visually echoes something else in it, get out your pasteboard and stick in two thumbtacks connected with string because the show's letting you know it's important.

Now, because I viewed Stampede first, my reaction to this part was very much like Wolfwood's ("???") but the more of the show I watched, the more sense it started to make, and the more I appreciated what it did for Vash's characterisation. Having since read the manga, in my opinion the boys aren't at all interacting like they're accessing past-life memories. Vash is too busy silently reeling over Jeneora Rock and dreading his confrontation with Knives to keep up the whacky act that the older WW pierced. Wolfwood is too young and trapped by his own hurt to empathise by seeing through Vash's false smiles.

There's something else going on with these two, and if you think carefully, it's clear what it is. There were two loved ones that Vash lost tragically early in life, and we can assume it's not Rem he's thinking of.* The heart of this series is "the song of the brothers."

Whose side are you on?

I have to choose.

Lo and behold, through that lens the character interaction made a whole lot more sense. And I want to talk about how.

So, according to the show's language, right from his very first appearance Wolfwood has a connection with Knives.

In the ensuing scenes/episodes, it was then clear to me that Wolfwood isn't just connected to Vash's brother. He's a representative, serving as a sort of understudy while Vash journeys to confront the real thing. Anything and everything Wolfwood does or says is with that role in mind, because he's either playing along or fighting against it. It dictates his development as the show unfolds. He's got a job and he'll do it, but which of the twins' agendas is he ultimately serving as he does? Even he can't yet be sure.

This is a significant change. It has a huge effect on Wolfwood's characterisation; it's why he comes across as less confident, more surly - he's rebellious, but conflicted and immature. In the manga, the first time we meet Nick he's (mostly) his own man and he (mostly) makes his own decisions. While he isn't honest about his agenda, he is trying to temper Vash's idealism for honest and well-meaning reasons, albeit in a bitchy way. When he reveals himself, throwing down the coin halves, you feel the man is protesting too much so it'll make what's coming easier on Vash. Despite how deeply the two came to love each other they couldn't communicate their forgiveness, but Wolfwood is at his core a good man first who lost his way, then finds it again in Vash. **

Again by contrast in Stampede, Nick's identity isn't his own to shape (yet). He standing in for Knives, and he doesn't much like it. He does know more about the actual shape of things than the reporters - for instance, he doesn't bat an eyelash when Brad mentioned how long they've known Vash. So he can readily talk with Vash and test his convictions. They basically both know each other's biggest secrets already, so they don't have to make a whole production of getting to know each other.

But standing in for Knives is also why the introductory aw-look-he's-nice-really scene is so quickly revealed to be staged. Knives is the primary antagonist, not a neutral agent - he's the most dangerous and personal opponent the protagonists face. He's also cruel, controlling and manipulative. His "help" is anything but. Any gift he seems to freely give, like a protector, will either extract an awful cost down the line or have some hidden purpose (if he isn't "solving" a problem he himself created). Approach with caution.

(You know how Nick did something no one asked him to do then hit Vash, Meryl and Roberto with a massive bill for it like a dick? You know how he then violently rescued them from a situation he himself engineered so they'd have gratitude? Those are Knives's most basic manipulation tactics, when he isn't just hurling verbal abuse: I help you/I love you so I'm entitled to take this from/do this to you. Wolfwood is causing problems on purpose by acting out because it's funny, and knows he won't get whatever he's demanding. Knives thinks he's helping, and rarely hears when he's told "no".

Also, both the English and the Japanese have Roberto calling Wolfwood someone who kills with a smile on his face. He doesn't, really, but we have met someone else who does.)

That means like every other character, Wolfwood isn't quite himself. Not yet.

And that's actually awesome. Because it speaks to who the other characters are - specifically, about Vash.

(Part II)

(Part III)

(Part IV)

(Part V)

(Part VI)

(Part VII)

* OR COULD IT BE, as inevitably assumed on tumblr when two men are in proximity, unspoken romantic desire????

I'm not saying it can't be a factor, but it doesn't explain why they start having discussions over their principles like they've known each other for years. Or at least, to me it doesn't. As I've said I don't ship them. If you disagree, it's totally fine! Hear me out and decide for yourself. There's no reason to believe both can't be true.

** By what's coming, I mean the same development that eventually comes to every iteration of Wolfwood. You know the one. And by "they loved each other" I don't mean necessarily mean romantically. My personal belief is that there were mutual feelings along those lines, but they're both too emotionally reticent to acknowledge them and might not have regardless. But that's just me!

#trigun stampede #trigun meta #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #millions knives #not sure when to add the next part #there are at least three more. maybe four. help it's so long #day? two days? #tristampparty #meta: my brother's keeper

[captainofthetidesbreath]

Thoughts on parallels between the scene where Phineas beats Sherman and where Imelda tortures weepe?

Jonas Spahr is there, and he's also not having a good day. 😔

So, I initially meant that as a joke about how I'm a huge fan of Jonas and will obnoxiously take any opportunity to talk about him. I do think there are many parallels and resonances between these scenes, and there is much to say about the four characters named and the central action of nearly killing someone for the sake of the Trust, but those angles are more obvious and more likely to be recognized by most. (And I'm willing to talk about some of those as well, if asked again. Or, if there's a specific aspect you'd like to hear about, let me know.)

In terms of my interests, it IS a pretty interesting point to be made: Jonas Spahr is there, watching. It's integral to both scenes that Spahr is a witness; he's even the ONLY witness in the Arca. His role as such is also explicitly recognized by the active character in each scene:

Since this is about the cabaret and Arca scenes specifically, I won't spin off into an entire commentary and analysis of Spahr's role as an observer and witness. For now, we'll have to content ourselves with the short version just for context, but I can go into it at a later time.

The heart of it is: thus far, his role in the narrative is a generally passive one that largely centers on watching and observing. It's the first thing he does as a player in this story. He steps back and watches how Phineas handles the Ginsberg situation, and the narrators remind us four separate times in 1.03: Mica:

Deeds of Valor—and Caenum, apparently—need to be witnessed, after all! Thing is, Spahr does a lot of watching but, until more recently, doesn't really SEE all that often. He is for a long time a passive, immovable, unreadable observer to events as the eyes of the Trust. He is that witness for much of events he's involved in, for better or (more likely) worse.

After Phineas attacks Sherman, Spahr himself is quick to identify this problem with himself in 2.02: Ascendancy, that he is watching and looking but he is, perhaps intentionally, not seeing and noticing:

The incident in the cabaret and the incident in the Arca are directly connected and bound together by Spahr as witness. Phineas attacking Sherman and Imelda torturing Weepe are moments that Spahr is truly seeing, bearing witness to events and comprehending them, their context, and their implications.

In both, he bears witness specifically to the damage that the Trust causes and the ways that it harms people inside and outside of it. Phineas and Imelda believe that Spahr will witness something else—Phineas hopes that Spahr will not be witnessing a failure where Imelda hopes that Spahr will be witnessing one—but what he is seeing instead is the raw brutality that the Trust and its systems and pressures naturally engender at their logical extremes. He immediately recognizes it to be a horror:

Spahr experiences a dread born of comprehension typically reserved for moments of understanding in eldritch horror. Sucks to be the guy whose role is to see things and you end up actually comprehending some of them! And comprehend them in these two scenes he does.

Spahr doesn't do a ton in terms of active action in either scene—the cabaret scene is notably set off by his mere presence, and he ultimately freezes in the Arca scene—but in each, he does ultimately move to attempt to stop what is happening. And, notably, he does so under his own power and motivation.

That said, he fails to prevent a significant amount of the damage. He moves fast enough to prevent Phineas from killing Sherman, but too late to prevent the harm done to Sherman and all the spiraling consequences of this. He is frozen into a paralysis by Imelda's threat, so he fails to follow through and stop her, stop the harm done to Weepe, and again stop the spiraling consequences from this.

Twice, once in each scene, he fails to meaningfully prevent the harm done here. He attempts to stop them when he is standing here in the room with them, but by then it's too late. ("Too little, too late," as Sherman will eventually say.)

Obviously, Spahr is not the sole bearer of responsibility in either incident. Phineas and Imelda have an immense amount to answer for there, and the system of the Trust itself created the conditions that one way or another pushes them and Spahr to do as they do. However, both are incidents that he in some way has allowed. He reflects on having not seen, or even ignored, the signs of what was brewing inside Phineas and what he was being pushed toward; he helps engineer this intervention and stands by while Imelda locks Weepe in the Arca, never asking enough questions.

He has allowed both to happen. When he begins to feel the emotional aftermath of each, in 2.02: Ascendancy and 2.17: Compensation, the narration of his internal monologue even uses that wording:

They're both critical scenes to Spahr's development as someone whose role is largely passive, both within the Trust systems and within the narrative. Just as much as he is to be seen, he is also very much here to see—and to refuse to see. To stand by as a passive witness to horrors and allow them, silent and impassive and watching. He can try to intervene, but he's already facilitated this.

He is coming to understand his part in this, in brutalities such as these, with horror. In the aftermath of the Arca incident, we see him increasingly discontent with his role in the Trust and desperately in search of ways to stop what he can. He is not yet successful, but his vision is very much clarifying. His arc turns around these scenes as paralleled experiences for him in his narrative, as moments that he witnesses, allows, and fails to stop against even his own belated efforts. These two scenes bookend his growing comprehension and self-reflection throughout season two.

Twice now, it's been asked of him: What are you refusing to see, Jonas? What horrors and brutalities are you allowing to happen? Will you always be intervening much too late?

Third time's a charm, perhaps.

#ugh ugh ugh some of the stuff I haven't transitioned or articulated as well as I wanted but I've worked on this for like over a month so #it is what it is #I had to cut out a whole aside about Spahr and interiority and POV bc it was tangenting #and I can go “I can expand on this later elsewhere” only SO many times and I did it twice already #Jonas Spahr #Midst #Midst podcast #Midst things #long post for ts

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Prompt #9 please!

Oh, Nonnie, this is my last prompt in the inbox and it got me all in my emotions as well! Love an established relationship feelings-fest! (Prompt is "Listen to me.")

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“Chrissy?” 

Eddie taps on the door of their overpriced hotel room and waits. He has a key, but he wants to respect her need to take a moment. After all, it isn’t every day that your wife flees her little brother’s rehearsal dinner in tears after telling her own sainted mother to “just shut up, okay?” 

Not that Laura Cunningham’s much of a saint. Still, Eddie’s treading carefully because this is the first significant time they’ve spent with the Cunninghams since the Christmas disaster of ’91, and there’s nothing that can send Chrissy spiraling back into the abyss of her childhood faster than a scathing comment from her mother. 

“Hey, Bets,” he says, trying again with a nickname that he only pulls out when the stakes are high. He can’t remember how it started—Christine Elizabeth shortened to Lizzie, Beth, Betty, Bets, maybe—but after eleven years together, eight of them married, and a hundred pet names split between them, what does remembering matter?

Pressing his ear to the door, he waits until he hears a sob before deciding that she’s had warning enough and uses his key.

The room smells like Chrissy’s perfume with an undercurrent of faux-floral toilet scrub. It’s not a place they could ever have afforded alone, which is part of the problem. As parents of the groom (and at said groom’s request), Phillip and Laura are paying for their attendance, which has set Chrissy on a self-destructive path where she has to battle a tornado of tolerance and an earthquake of obligation and yes, sure, Eddie’d suggested they just get a room at the Motel 8 and save themselves the hassle, but she’d wanted to do it for her brother. For Charlie. For his bride-to-be, Addie, who’s actually a cool girl. They’ve been to stay with Chrissy and Eddie in Chicago twice now, and Eddie digs her taste in music more than he’ll ever admit. 

(Addie also said she dug Eddie’s band-on-the-side, which is all he needs to love someone forever.) 

“Eddie,” comes a plaintive wail from the bed.

Chrissy’s curled on her side with a pillow hugged to her abdomen, still wearing the blue floral dress she’d sported to dinner. It has ridden up her thighs considerably, and Eddie must have grown as a person because he only thinks about that for maybe .02 seconds as he crawls onto the bed behind her and wraps an arm around her waist to pull her against his chest. 

“She had it coming,” he says into her artfully coiffed hair, which rests shellacked and sticky against his lips. “Baby. She did.” 

“Is Ch-Ch-Addie mad?” 

“Nobody’s mad except your mother.” In fact—and he won’t tell her this now—Addie’d been hiding a giggle behind a napkin. Eddie knows for a fact that she feels about Laura much the same as he does. Only, you know, she can’t say that to Chrissy because while Chrissy’s allowed to hate her mother, nobody else can say a word, and God, yeah, families are complicated. Eddie’s grateful that he only has to worry about Wayne, and Wayne never gives them any trouble. 

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” she says around another miserable little sniffle. 

“Eh.” He shrugs and kisses the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. “She was picking at you, and you snapped. It happens.” 

“But I wasn’t going to do it this time! I was… I worked on all those coping m-mechanisms!” That brings a fresh volley of tears. “Sandra’s going to be so disappointed.” 

“What, like you’re gonna get a bad grade in therapy?” 

“Yes!” She trills the word out on a wail.

Eddie loves her so much, but she’s making a mountain out of a molehill, and while he never minds comforting this particular damsel in distress, he’s also not gonna let her beat herself up when Laura’s the one who threw the first punch. 

“Alright, buddy, c’mon.” He pulls away enough to coax her onto her back, where she stares up at him from puffy, red-rimmed eyes and a blotchy complexion. “Hey.” 

“Hi,” she says. 

There’s snot beneath her nose, so he grabs a Kleenex from the box on the nightstand and holds it to her face. “Blow.”

She blows—honks if he’s honest—and he chucks the tissue onto the table before focusing on her. 

“Okay, counselor, facts of the case. Did your mother kick the evening off by telling you your dress was too tight?” 

Chrissy frowns. “It is, and—”

“Bzzt!” Eddie digs his fingers into her side, which has the intended effect of shocking her into a squeal. “Irrelevant. Conjecture. Also, bullshit. You look hot. So, true or false, counselor? Did she do that?” 

Chrissy nods, mute, pressing her lips into a thin line. But, hey. Not crying, so that’s something. 

“And did she, or did she not, tell everyone at the table that they’re paying for us to be here?” 

Another nod. 

“After which—and correct me if I’m wrong here—she put her hand over your plate so the waiter couldn’t give you any of the lobster risotto.” 

Chrissy’s mouth twists into what might be termed a smile, and she shrugs. 

“So then I switched plates with you, and she gave me that look she always gives me.” 

“What look?” 

“The look where I’m a pile of actual dogshit she’s just stepped in.” 

“Oh.” Chrissy’s smile widens, and she shrugs. “Right. That look.” 

“All of that to say, by the time she gave her little speech about grandchildren and welcoming a daughter into the family… I dunno, Bets, it felt like justifiable homicide to me.” 

“But I did it in front of everyone…” 

“Yeah, well, so did she.” 

“But—“ 

“No buts. Listen to me. Your mother’s never going to change, but you change every day. That’s why you’ve got me, and Sandra, and all our friends who actually like you instead of the stupid little dress-up doll your mother spent eighteen years trying to turn you into.” 

This is not the first time they’ve had this conversation. Chrissy already knows how he feels. However, if the message takes a million times to sink in, Eddie’s willing to keep talking. 

Chrissy blinks, sniffs, and rubs her eyes. “Okay,” she says because she’s not so good at acknowledging the truth of the matter. “I should call Charlie’s room. Apologize to him and Addie and—”

“Or,” Eddie says, cutting her off before she can work herself into another lather. “We could call up room service and charge two fucking massive slices of chocolate cake to your parents.” 

“Eddie…” 

“Best part is, they’re both for you.” 

"Eddie."

"I'll have a bite. And you can call your brother, too."

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All the prompts I've answered!

#bsc diaries #Anonymous #prompt meme #hellcheer #fanfic #hellcheer fanfic

[paraliveimaginesblog]

hiii! hope you're doing fine. can i request something with kantaro, reo, kanata and ryu? like, how would they act in front of their beloved one? more specifically, how would they treat the person who they're in love with? hope i spell this right;;;

Kanata Yatonokami:

Kanata doesn’t quite treat you like you’re just anyone, because you aren’t and he’s pretty rude to people he doesn’t care for, but he’s not the overly lovey dovey type either. People who knew him know that he’s fond of you because he can be in your presence without looking miserable for more than five minutes, but outsiders would never be able to tell you were even dating. With Kanata you're getting someone who will be your protector without hesitation, someone who wanted the very best for you and who would do anything to get it. He doesn't really get the whole 'boyfriend' thing but he does know what it's like to love, so he just follows what his head and heart says is the right thing to do for you.

Reo Maruyama:

You’re someone Reo treasures and it will be obvious to everyone around him. He liked to hold your hand or have your arms hooked together when you were out in public, and among his family he would always find himself snuggled up close with you without a care in the world. He always proudly proclaimed you were his significant other when people brought you up, just in case they might not realize at first; he wasn’t going to let them make that mistake twice. You think he’s a little possessive but it’s more that he’s very attached to you, and there’s parts of him that are afraid you’ll be taken away from him quite suddenly; he’s still battling with that trauma but he made sure to value each moment you had together.

Ryu Natsume:

Ryu is a little clingy with you. Whenever you walk in the room he lights up like a Christmas tree, unable to stop himself from diving on you or into your arms in greeting. He references you as his beloved, his best friend, and a variety of other nicknames that really just seem like a random string of words tied together. You don’t question it, and neither does anyone who knows him, which is for the best. Ryu's love for you is open and refreshing, unquestionable and unrelenting, you know you'll never be loved like that again if something happened to Ryu. Yet there's a part of him that feared his love wasn't enough, that despite how hard he tried he didn't get across his feelings enough, which can occasionally lead to him being overbearing.

Kantaro Misuji:

At first Kantaro is a little more stressed out around you. He only wanted you to see his best sides which meant he was constantly acting like a perfect, cutesy little idol. He wasn’t being his real self, confiding his actual emotions and troubles in you, which lead to a rift as your relationship felt ‘fake’ with no actual depth to it. But Kantaro did love you and eventually gave in, admitting to how weak he was to the opinion of others and that he didn’t want you to pity him. He tries to be a little more vulnerable with you, knowing he could get addicted to hearing how you felt about him if he relied on you too much, but having a partner who was willing to smother him with appreciation went a long way.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive Imagines #Paralive x Reader #kantaro misuji #ryu natsume #reo maruyama #kanata yatonokami #kantaro misuji x reader #ryu natsume x reader #reo maruyama x reader #kanata yatonokami x reader

[boyfridged]

Could I ask what makes you dislike zdarsky so much? Not disagreeing in the least lol, just curious for ur opinion

i was going to link my posts criticizing his work but tumblr is not cooperating, so let me just write up a couple of bullet points:

constant retcons of characters and their stories for much worse, including jason and talia. his retcon of jason's robin days in cheer is the most shameless and heartless interpretation of the character to date, and jason had already been a victim of plenty poor-taste flashbacks. his retcon of talia in the knight makes her a mindless seductress without her own will nor motivations. their respective relationships with bruce lose all depth, love and unique qualities. zdarsky managed to even retcon khoa within a year since he was first introduced as a character. and even when he does not rewrite the backstory per se, he just makes the characters act in ways that make no sense for what we already know of them (like with selina in gotham knights.) most of the time his ideas completely upset and discredit the already existing storylines and contradict what lies at their core. the audacity it's unbelievable.

classism & misogyny: this is a simple one. the previously mentioned retcons turned the characters into stereotypes of their background and gender, the most malicious ones even.

his personal biases and favouritism: here's a thing. zdarsky has perhaps three favourite characters: bruce, tim, and khoa. and you will know about it, because everyone else will be thrown under the bus to make them look good. bruce is a perfect man and all of his mistakes come only from his good intentions apparently. he is so perfect that he knows better about classism than jason. and tim is his favourite robin because (checks notes) jason hated being robin and dick just didn't care about cooperating enough apparently. this is a claim that literally appears in-text.

since i already mentioned classism twice: his politics are plainly atrocious. he sometimes loosely uses phrases and tropes that make some readers think that he is progressive, but somehow all of his storylines always get a "plot twist" that reverts them into something ugly and cynical. and somehow a lot of fans just don't notice. i think the fact that he loves a war on drugs moment should perhaps give people a hint but what do i know.

his writing it's just bad? he can't write dialogue. his plotlines are all over the place. what even was failsafe. the concept of zur as the backup personality is so incredibly tacky and useless it doesn't belong even in the genre as camp as superhero comics. and on top of that, there is so much meaningless melodrama that doesn't say anything about the characters, their values nor their relationships at all- there's just a couple of panels that batfam fans will go crazy for because bruce hands kid a lollipop as batman or because tim calls bruce "dad." but neither of them convey anything of significance, especially not within their original context.

there are more reasons and i could talk of particular creative decisions that i just think are offensive to both the legacy and the intelligence of the readers, but it would take forever given zdarsky's prevalence in dc as of late.

#outbox #core texts #<- my hatred to zdarsky is essential.

[likely-moony]

Not gonna lie I miss y/n darlington

Comfort book 🥹

Girl(Neutral), same!!

Can’t believe Wattpad, smh.

That book was my favourite place to go when I needed comfort from my amazing readers <3

And I had such tragic plot twists and a heart-churning ending planned to offer more emotional damage, lol.

One of my plot twists/ending was actually so sad that even I, myself (The cruel author), broke into tears for a good 10 minutes.

And I might come back sooner or later with a newer updated version of the book that isn’t so boring but has the same brilliant plot.

But since I feel bad for my lovely readers, I guess I’ll include some Yandere headcanons for one of the more yandere-ish characters ;)

(Keep in mind, the ending in these headcanons is not the actual ending)

Stay, Darling ~ Harry Potter ~

Stay Darling

Paring: Yandere Harry Potter x Reader

Type/Words: Headcannons ~ 757 Words

Synopsis: Just some regular pre and post hogwarts headcanons

TW!!: Yandere-Themes, Yandere Characters, Abuse Of Power (Intellectual and Supernaturally), Mentions Of Death, Unhealthy Obsession, Force, Forceful Relationships, Mentions Of Threats, Obsessive Characters, Unhealthy Feelings, Manipulation, drugging, use of amortentia, kidnapping.

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Harry is a very impulsive person.

That's just how he’s always been.

Well, after he lost his patience with the Dursleys, that is.

Harry doesn't think twice about something before he does it, which explains the way he often spoke in a dark tone in front of you whenever you were to talk to anyone that Harry deemed bad.

Harry is also constantly jealous.

Like, VERY jealous.

He doesn’t care that he’s the chosen one and that everyone loves him and he has a whole mountain of gold in his Gringotts bank, and that he’s a brilliant wizard that has a significant mark in history, why are you talking to Malfoy?! >:c

It’s not cute.

At all.

Especially when you two start to enter the higher years at Hogwarts. (around year 4,5,6)

And Harry’s frustrations start to peak at the most normal things.

He starts to restrict you, a lot.

And you don’t even realise it.

He’s constantly gaslighting you into thinking he has the right to tell you what’s good and what’s not.

He’s always craving your attention and doesn’t want to share it with anyone.

And when we mix the fact that you were re-incarnated and had known and loved many others before him, into the pot, Harry nearly explodes.

He’s a selfish man-slut and is willing to do anything to make you stay with him.

So if you mention any nonsense like leaving him in the future after Hogwarts to enjoy/re-live your past or something, then you best run.

Harry will not allow anything like that.

He’ll force you to stay, and he doesn’t care what he has to do to secure the future with you and him.

First, he’ll try to persuade you, He’ll use any method.

Gaslighting, blaming, pretending to be the victim, anything.

Then, he’ll use oblivio on you.

If that doesn’t work or you somehow remembered, he’ll use amortentia.

The strongest, most powerful amortentia, all of it just for you <3.

He’ll apologise when you regain your memories after oblivio or when it doesn’t work and quietly sits you down.

He’ll go and make a cup of tea to talk with you about it. Let’s hope the amortentia doesn't sneak into the tea.

Harry would have a stone-cold expression when he’s adding more than enough amortentia to your cup.

He’s not smiling, no. Why should he?

You’ve rejected him over and over this far, this is what it has come to.

He has to do this… there’s no choice.

Now, while he’s making the “safe” potion, you’d have two options: Realise that Harry is crazy and a psycho and run away, considering your bags are already packed and you still have your wand OR hear him out and see if he would change.

If you chose to stay, due to the pity you had for Harry, well-... Fuck.

Harry would set the tea down and slowly watch with snake eyes as you’d drink the tea.

He’d slowly and softly explain the situation to you, slowly creeping his hand over to yours.

When your fingers touch, instead of flinching, your fingers lean towards him due to the effect of amortentia...

Then eventually, your fingers intertwined and so, your palms came together and you held hands from across the small table.

And you were now trapped, forever in his grasp.

But if you were to have realised Harry’s psychotic love, and had run away, Oh dear…

Of course, you aren’t gonna be able to run away without making a single noise, so when harry heard a little sound he called out for you and asked if you were okay.

When he didn’t hear anything, in a panic, Harry ran into the living only to find you gone.

Harry’s a fast man, and he knows apparition, so it isn’t too hard to catch you. And when he does, he uses a spell to tie you up in place and picks up your resistant body.

He’d bring you home, but by then the spell had worn off.

He cast a spell on you, causing you to fall on the couch, a deep sleep overtaking you.

And in a flash, Harry spots your wand before he reaches out for it.

This wand had saved you many times, Harry thanks it for that, but it also stuck around the whole time you were in love with others.

Jealousy takes over so he hold it tightly and breaks it in half.

Why would you need a wand when you have him?

Good night, love~

Hope you enjoyed it <3

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #tw yandere #soft yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #yandere harry potter #male yandere x reader #yandere harry #yandere harry potter x reader #harry potter x reader #yandere h.p #yandere hp #yandere hp x reader #tw kidnapping #tw drugging #pitiful memories #pitiful memories (yandere h.p x reader)

[onecantsimply]

Ok, so I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while, and I love your writing like you have no idea. So, how about Jack giving oral to the reader for the first time? I'll leave it up to you on whether it would be amab or afab! I feel like he's not that experienced in general, so it's like "I might not know what I'm doing, but I'm doing amazing" lmao. Thanks for feeding this man's fans so well, I pray your pillow is always cold 🙏🙏

I haven't really wrote about oral actually- Only once or twice- But I can try on it-

Also, thank you- I'll always supply the JTR fans when I actually have the inspiration to do it-

I hope your pillow is always cold as well-

Ykw I'm doing it as male-

Warning: NSFW, Male reader, no plot, receiving Reader, choking kink, mentions of praise kink, Master kink

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(It always does... taste so nice... -Jack)

He was giving (Y/n) a blowjob, clearly wanting more of his lover. Though, Jack enjoyed teasing the male while he could. Of course, he wasn’t good at this, considering it were his first time. But the thought of getting better and overstimulating just lover for the first time aroused him more than he had thought.

He wanted rough treatment. And that was precisely what he got.

The male couldn't help but feel the blood rush to his own dick when he felt his head get forced down. He could feel (Y/n)'s dick slip deeper into his throat, and he couldn't be happier.

The gentle groans of his significant other? Jack loved it.

His whimpers of submission? He craved it.

(Y/n) himself? Jack never shared.

The male took in the rest of (Y/n) with a faint chuckle, loving the feeling of the veins faintly throbbing in his throat. He let his tongue swirl around (Y/n)'s dick while he kept his session going. Hearing his bliss and seeing his color just brought Jack so much immense joy. He ached to hear his lover even more and gain his tough treatment when pressuring them enough.

Just imagining it had him in such an aroused mood.

The male faintly pulled (Y/n) out, staring up at him with teasing eyes. The (H/c) haired male gently gripped at Jack's hair, making the male unsatisfied. Though before he could completely pull (Y/n) out, the male had forced Jack's head down completely. He could feel his arousal go crazy when he felt (Y/n)'s tip point against the very back of his throat. He faintly moaned, the blush on his face darkening as his legs weakened from under him. He pulled (Y/n) out, resting his chin on the other male's leg. "That was... so... lovely..." Jack muttered, his legs twitching as his dick throbbed. "..." (Y/n) seemed to be faintly panting from his own pleasure, his dick already faintly throbbing from anticipation. "You have to do it more... please..." Jack softly begged. He licked at the veins on (Y/n)'s dick. "Please force me down more... Harder... And make it go by slow... I just love feeling you go in my throat and choke me..." Jack's legs trembled as he gently panted. His hand began to touch his bulge. "Please..." The male felt (Y/n) lift his chin. "... Start sucking then..." The male muttered, his blush faintly darkening. "..." Jack smiled faintly, giving (Y/n)'s tip a gentle kiss. "Yes, Master..."

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Jack could feel his dick about to reach its limit.

His pleasure was overflowing his body, and he couldn't help but feel as if he were quaking from his arousal.

(Y/n)'s dick was going down his throat so slowly to the point he couldn't even breathe.

Jack enjoyed every bit of it, and he couldn't help but look up at (Y/n) as if the other male were a God.

It's only the first time he's been allowed to do this, and he already couldn't help but feel as if he would cum just by giving the other male a good blowjob.

He faintly grinned with a gentle mew.

(It brings me... so much arousal... Even more than fear... -Jack)

He stared up at (Y/n) with needy eyes.

(He is my God... my one saving Grace... -Jack)

As he pushed (Y/n)'s dick into his throat once more, the sweet release came, and he found himself faintly moaning at the pleasurable sensation of letting his cum web the floor. The male pulled other out, seeing just how his dick had throbbed once more. "You actually released like that...?" He mumbled. Jack softly chuckled. "My apologies... My arousal... I just couldn't help it..." Jack muttered, panting faintly. The male then gently licked at (Y/n)'s rim. "I'll... make you cum... I swear on it..." The male smiled faintly. "Good boy..." Jack felt his dick faintly harden. He instantly let (Y/n)'s dick fall into his throat.

(Praise... -Jack)

The male could feel his eyes faintly roll back as he rested his gloves hands against (Y/n)'s leg.

(I found... a new kink... -Jack)

#jack the ripper #jack the ripper record of ragnarok #snv jack the ripper #record of ragnarok #Record of ragnarok x reader

[wollybunny]

Extraordinary attorney woo Ep 9 — my tiny thoughts

Ok don’t mind this lq gif; it’s just my favourite part ever 😭

Some bits and pieces I thought were lovely for Youngwoo & Junho 🐳🐋

In the eyelash scene, Youngwoo was clearly more open to physical touch and intimacy — she didn’t really flinch or shut her eyes this time, and it was obvious that she had butterflies in her tummy the ENTIRE TIME!! (From the way the hurried off after, it was evident!)

In the same scene, Junho was obviously prolonging contact with her for obvious reasons 😩 and can we talk about the way he held her shoulders in the middle? Totally unnecessary but look at this Junho seizing the opportunity and going in for the kill

Youngwoo having lunch in the cafeteria instead of bringing her own lunchbox; though it was still kimbap but I think it really shows her embracing change in her life, slowly. And the fact that the scene was with Junho made it all the more significant

Even when Junho was jealous, he STILL couldn't help but smile when he saw Youngwoo smile — if this doesn't scream pure love then I don't know what does

The ways Youngwoo expresses her love to the person she likes — by taking care of them in the ways she receives love (though she followed the advice of kimbap ahjussi, but still). I’m pretty sure she considers these acts of love too, and her extending the same to Junho was just plain heartwarming 😩 especially the sidewalk scene, where Junho counters her by saying ‘shouldn’t I be the one to walk on the outside’ Ahh. He wants to protect her… we stan a neon green flag

Junho protecting her in the convenience store when the kids swarmed in :")

Them around kids — please… I was swooning so hard because now I can’t stop thinking about their married / family life. But Youngwoo being comfortable around kids is really something I enjoyed watching; she even became so much less inhibited. Junho was obviously admiring her in that scene 🫠

Youngwoo’s smiles. So many smiles in this episode. Was so happy watching her

How Youngwoo confessed not once but twice. It’s so refreshing that she didn’t back down; in fact, Junho keeping mum after he first confession only fuelled her desire to make her feelings more known. I think that’s beautiful, that she’s exploring this side of her emotions.

Junho’s confession — AHH. Screaming, crying, throwing up, punching the air. That OH moment from him was pure gold and the way he practically sprinted out of his house to see Youngwoo? It sent tingles down my spine. What’s even better is that his OH moment came after such a simple realisation (thanks Attorney Kwon lol) that he does not have the thought that it won’t work out between them. And that in itself, is enough for him to welcome his love for Youngwoo, despite his reservations whether he can be good enough for her, or their potential road bumps they might face down the line. It’s so simple, but a very crucial turning point for Junho, imho :”)

And the fact that the confession happened at the revolving doors — the place where they first met — is really them coming full circle, almost. And Youngwoo going round in circles in those revolving doors (and no longer terrified of it) + Junho coming in to hold the door for her — it's as if he's saying 'let me take care of you from this point onwards, Youngwoo-ya,' TT_TT

At this point, I’m slightly worried about tmr’s episode and if they are going to throw more roadblocks for our whale couple, but I’m interested to know how they will work things through.

Me thinks that Junho will be ever patient with Youngwoo; I mean, the fact that he’s even placing such emphasis and thinking about more deep matters if they start a relationship already says that he’s not taking this — and her — lightly. Far from it, because she’s way too precious to him.

And for Youngwoo, Junho is probably the first person she’s felt such intense attraction to that she might not know what to do with all these novel feelings / emotions; I hope she will continue to explore such changes TOGETHER with Junho, hand in hand.

Yes, hand in hand — I’m claiming it :-) 🙌🏼

#extraordinary attorney woo #extraordinary attorney woo Ep9 #eaw #woo young woo #lee jun ho #whale couple #park eun bin #kang tae oh #netflix kdrama #kdramadaily #kdrama #kdrama review #kdrama thoughts #ramblings #myramblings

[hecatesbroom]

Why we don’t have to Mercymourn (yet): a TLT theory.

Major spoilers for Harrow the Ninth ahead; read at your own risk!

To be blunt: I firmly believe Augustine will call Mercymorn back from the River.

For this, we obviously need one big thing to be true: Augustine has to be alive. So, let’s start with that.

We know he was swallowed up by the stoma, but we do not know what the stoma is. The only things we have are Gideon’s perception and a handful of clues from chapter 36.

The first time we hear of the stoma is Mercymorn’s quote about Ulysses:

Ulysses is, according to Mercymorn, “languishing in Hell”, meaning she doesn’t necessarily believe he’s dead, and no one disputes this claim. First off, this means Ulysses is likely still alive if the RBs in the stoma didn’t get to him already. Second, it implies that none of the Lyctors seem convinced you’ll die if you’re absorbed by the stoma.

At the end of the chapter, we get John’s explanation of the (or as he says, a) stoma. It’s a portal, and considering even John doesn’t know what lies beyond it, no one can be sure it really is Mercymorn’s “Hell”. Moreso, this place -- whatever it may be -- sounds like a very tempting place for people fighting John. It’s the only place he doesn’t have power over.

Considering all this, I’m fairly certain Augustine did not die. As much as he might’ve hoped to wrestle John into the stoma, I think he might even have been prepared for events to turn out this way.

Now, assuming Augustine is alive in the stoma, we arrive at the next point: calling back Mercymorn.

Sure, Mercy wanted to die in the nearest sun, but you can’t prepare an insane(ly risky) plan like this without having at least one backup plan for when all goes to hell. (Literally, in this case.) There had to be a way for her to return from the dead, if it ever got that far before it was all over.

We’ve already seen two possibilities of bubbles in the River, and an insanely persistent revenant in the form of Wake. This is important information that’s most likely going to play a part in the next books, and means Mercymorn might’ve prepared something similar.

But there’s more important information that wasn’t quite used to its full potential in HtN: Augustine is a spirit magician. He founded the Fifth House, the House of Abigail Pent, the genuis who was able to work out everything that went on in Harrow’s bubble. The Fifth are skilled at spirit magic, and I can’t even imagne how skilled their founder, a Lyctor who had 10.000 years to hone his craft, might be.

Tamsyn Muir does not generally give us information without making it come back in interesting and unexpected ways. Except for Augustine’s plunging the mithraeum into the River, we have never seen him use his necromantic powers at all. Yet I’m pretty sure John mentions Augustine’s proficiency with spirits at least once or twice. He mentions it enough for it to be significant, yet Augustine’s powers aren’t shown in a very surprising way. (Yes, except for the River scene. But that wasn’t as much of a bang as it could’ve been, considering it followed after Mercy’s assassination attempt and John knitting himself back together.)

So say they both went into this with the plan that, if Mercymorn would be killed, Augustine could bring her back. We know that in order to summon someone, you’ll ideally have to use blood*. And Augustine just so happened to fall into the stoma with Mercy’s blood still on his chest.

We know (or at least suspect) Lyctors can extract blood from their clothes in a matter of seconds. We’ve seen G1deon do this after Harrow attacked him during dinner:

So it’s strange that when John kills Mercymorn, Augustine doesn’t cleanse himself of her blood. Well-dressed, antique-wearing Augustine, who seems to value his clothes and appearance so much. For a while I attributed this to sentiment; an unwillingness to scrape the remnants of his passionately hated ally from his own chest. But combined with his still relatively unused skills in spirit magic, Abigail’s mention of needing blood to tempt spirits, and the fact that we don’t know what lies beyond the stoma, I’m not so sure anymore.

(nona the ninth chapter 1 spoilers incoming!!)

But what if Augustine calls Mercymorn back? Perhaps we’ll get another Camilla and Palamedes situation. I just don’t believe Tamsyn Muir set up that relationship with that reveal, only to discard them for the next two books in the series. There’s too much history there, too much build-up, for both Augustine and Mercy to be discarded this way.

Augustine is coming back, and I’m sure he’s taking Mercymorn with him.

* chapter 47, Abigail Pent

#the locked tomb #htn #mercymorn the first #augustine the first #john #tlt #augustine #mercymorn #htn spoilers #harrow the ninth #my tlt theories #long post #i guess :')

[sonkitty]

Earthly Objects - Part 2

Continued from Earthly Objects Part 1.

This post was last updated 02/18/2024.

Dialogue Points

Most interactions will not have both characters touching something. Instead, the characters follow dialogue patterns for the other points.

They tend to go something like the following:

Hello

Questions

Names

Statement of Place (might just be an extended form of "Hello")

Foreign Language

Combinations of hello, names, and questions are common. Two questions might even be enough for two points.

Hello

When Aziraphale enters the record shop for the first time in episode 1, he touches the window of the door twice, and says "Hello Maggie," before the sound effect of the door closing completes.

When Maggie enters the coffee shop, using the doorknob, Nina says "Hello" while holding plates with cups and before the sound effect of the door closing completes.

Equivalents such as "Hi there," are allowed.

"Excuse me," the show's opening words, are probably also allowed.

Question

"Yes? Was that you?"

"Seats? Mr. Fell, where are the seats I dropped off for the meeting?"

"Who are you? Who sent you?"

"What are you doing?"

Names

Titles in place of names seem to be acceptable.

"I don't know why you invited me, Mr. Fell."

"Officer, I need to report a crime."

"Jim, I'll need eight battery-operated candles."

Statement of Place

“I’m here.”

“I’m back.”

“You’re back.”

“You’re in trouble.”

“Oh, we’re going to the pub! You never go to the pub!”

“We are at war! Finally.”

"I think you know why we're here."

Statements such as these seem to be regarded as a type of "Hello". "I'm here" is said by Gabriel once he's opened the doors to the bookshop and steps out. When Aziraphale says, "You came back," to Crowley in episode 6, the doors are still open and closed just after he says it. He is otherwise not touching anything, not saying a question, not saying a number, not saying a name, and not speaking in a foreign language.

When Shax says, "You're in trouble," the window is open.

The "We are at war!" line is after the doors are closed, but since Dagon is in the group with Beelzebub who enters with fire, that seems to be the acceptable form of an earthly object touch combined with this "Hello" from Hell.

Numbers

"There's only room for one of us in this lane, and it's not you."

"One fabulous kiss, and we're good."

"If anyone asks, tell them we'll be back in five minutes."

Foreign Language

When watching the show in English, characters talking in a foreign language is, I think, touching an earthly object. It's significant enough that Mrs. Cheng never has to touch anything except a fan when she is at the ball and talking in English.

Groups

Blurs make groups harder to understand now that I know blurs exist and seem to have some kind of pass or share effect.

The story's going to go by some level of context with who is in the scene.

For instance, Saraqael saying, "Your beatitudes," and both replying "Yes" at the same time probably let Michael and Uriel count as "one" character at specific parts of the scene as required.

For something like the scene in the bookshop with the powers of Heaven and Hell, those groups are of 3 or more characters.

For that it, seemed only one character from a group is required to initiate the interaction on a group’s behalf. In episode 6, Crowley represents himself and the four angels who came with him. His shoes are not quite seen on the ramp due to the camera work, but he is clearly running up it with Saraqael's wheels visibly behind him on that ramp. Crowley does a hello and a question through an open threshold. The next touch will come soon but not yet. Aziraphale says, “You’re back,” and then gets to represent the group of him, Gabriel, Maggie, and Nina. Muriel, who was in the group with Crowley, closes the doors. Crowley touches Shax’s shoe while Shax is unconscious on the couch. As such, Crowley gets the earthly object touch on the couch through Shax or on the shoe thanks to Shax being on a couch. For all I know, he gets both.

Dagon, Furfur, and Beelzebub arrive. I think Beelzebub’s fire is supposed to be an earthly object touch for their group, and Dagon says, “We are at war!” If I’m right, this third group still needed an earthly object touch, possibly because the doors were closed by that point. Additionally, when Beelzebub awakens Shax with lightning, Shax ends up both touching the couch and having books fall on her, so she gets touches in as well.

Chains

Chains exist in this game, as already noted.

Sometimes you'll see the three points to start a scene, then you might actually see another immediate or at least relatively soon three points, and so on.

They are really hard to spot, so I'm skeptical it's a full-scale requirement for the game, but it's much more dominant than I realized. Or, the dialogue makes it hard to spot because some dialogue is allowed to carry on instead of the non-dialogue touches. I don't know why that happens for some scenes and not others.

The most obvious chain I've seen, that led me to believe they exist, is the scene between Crowley and Gabriel in episode 5 when Gabriel is fiddling with the lamp.

Upon first realizing there might be a chain there, I thought that might makes it one of the most real scenes to the story even if Crowley might have an underlying intent to draw out his own demonic energy there. That also came from observing some basic rule-breaking that I'll note in another post.

Then again, maybe not. I believe the scene with Crowley shooting out lightning is part of a chain too, but it's far more complex because of the window. There are still some notably suspicious fake things happening in the background once Nina realizes she and Maggie are locked in.

Zoomed Touches

Do not trust these things at face value, even if they are mostly avoided in the latter half of episode 6. I think most of them are supposed to be valid, but there are at least two you should not trust before that point.

Don't trust the zoom on Crowley's sunglasses next to a plate of Eccles cakes, even if there are three fingers visibly and clearly picking them up. There was a fake Crowley before that, and even the real Crowley is only holding them with two digits initially upon exiting through the bookshop doors as he puts them on. After a human passes by, then he switches to holding the sunglasses with more digits. That human is the hint of where the fake sequence ends.

The other zoom to not trust is Crowley holding the cardboard box in episode 6. Once he turns that box over, his thumb is avoiding touching it on purpose. He has the index and middle fingers together with their tips. Meanwhile, the ring finger can be found on camera but is deliberately separate from the other two and not clearly showing its tip.

In both cases, I think touches likely happened, but those are supposed to be a way of the story telling on its own deception. Gabriel probably arrived with a cardboard box at least twice. In the first draft of the story, the message written on the box may have been different.

Illusionary Touches

These things are new to me since I only noticed them when studying pocket touches. In The Pocket Trick, Crowley can't just do an illusionary touch whenever or wherever. He has to meet certain requirements involving timing and framing.

Theoretically, if such things are allowed for earthly objects, they are not as strict. However, I don't have much to go on and never really noticed. I had assumed things you would know would be an illusion, would not actually count.

Crowley's Name

Crowley's name usage, or lack thereof, is just flat out odd in the whole story, but if there is a rule, it's something like neither Crowley nor Gabriel are ever allowed to say Crowley's name. No exceptions.

For Crowley, this theoretical rule applies to all time periods shown in the season 2 story.

For more on just how odd the usage is, please see my post here. Be sure to check my own reblogs to that post as well.

Players

I won't name everyone, but here are some characters that have some notable play styles.

Shax

In Hell, Shax never physically touches an earthly object in the present day until preparing the attack on the bookshop by using the microphone (I think). On Earth, again before the bookshop attack, Shax is always wearing gloves so never making skin contact with anything when she does touch things. She does touch objects with skin contact during the bookshop attack before the demons officially cross the threshold. She seems to avoid it after that. Then she touches the couch when Beelzebub zaps her with lightning in the bookshop. She allows a fist bump with Furfur. Otherwise, she maintains an often stiff posture in her shoulders that suggests a reluctance to touch things.

Maggie

Maggie's hands are weird.

See her pull her hands back as Aziraphale enters the record shop for the first time. She would have fully qualified as touching something right then with her cell phone, I think anyway...then she doesn't. Then she starts to talk and seems to correct herself by clasping her hands before talking again.

Then later in episode 1, she touches the doorknob. As the camera shows her entering the coffee shop, there's some kind of lighter white aura or something around her hand, and it's transparent enough to see just the doorknob. Things seem to change to an actual touch, then the transparency happens again without the aura. It might even happen a third time. I can't make sense of it. The story seems to count it as an earthly object touch nonetheless. Maggie's hand doesn't do that same thing in episode 6 when re-entering the bookshop.

When she answers Crowley at the threshold of her record shop, the left hand is shown to reach for the door and then fully hidden behind that door. The right is methodically decided to touch her hip at seemingly odd timing. I assume the story counts it as an appropriate touch. Nina will touch her clothes too, but it's going to look more natural.

As weird as Maggie is, I do believe her self-touch methods and other factors, such as Crowley looking through her window at the end of episode 6, mean she is human. She is a special type of human but human.

Mrs. Cheng

Mrs. Cheng looks ready to enter the bookshop without touching anything. It is heavily implied she's touching a pillar. Her transition into the ball is skipped. Overall, she is only ever shown holding a fan during her conversation with Mrs. Sandwich, when she is speaking in English, but otherwise never visibly physically touches anything.

Muriel

Muriel doesn't seem to quite grasp the rules of the game when they first appear on Earth. They receive some assistance from Aziraphale, then later Crowley during episode 3.

After some careful analysis of examining both Crowley and Muriel together, it is apparent that Muriel is far more than what they seem because they do know how to properly manage framing and using a pocket during a Threshold Trick.

I believe Crowley and Muriel are actually good friends who willingly altered their own memories while managing a way to maintain their trust in each other. My conclusion largely stems from Muriel's assistance for the Heaven elevator in The Bigger Thresholds Trick, their positioning during the last touch of The Pocket Trick, and the way these characters have scenes that bookend each other, especially once they return from Heaven in episode 6. If these two are somehow not friends, they are at least two people who have a deep trust in each other.

The Metatron

Even though this character does touch earthly objects, there is something way off in how he plays this game compared to everyone. It's like he's cheating without realizing it or the story isn't letting him play fully, just partly.

The camera will never let the Metatron show the full use of a doorknob. It cuts away before the door closes in episode 6, both times he enters. It also cuts in after he's already touching the doorknob on his first exit, then doesn't bother showing his second exit at all.

On top of all that, he is not shown to cross over the threshold from the street into the elevator. He's already in.

While trying to figure out the Rainbow Connection mechanics at work between The Door Trick and The Door Catch, I did pick up on the following: The Metatron makes mistakes.

So, his play might feel so off if he is making mistakes even before The Door Trick and The Door Catch.

His use of pockets is to keep his hands in most of the time and only take one out; thumbs are of no concern at all.

Gabriel

Gabriel gets away with breaking or bending the rules. He gets plenty of touches in, and yet, sometimes, he doesn't.

In episode 1, he just so happens to drop that box before the cut can confirm he was holding it before it dropped. He's holding that cup with angel wings that just so happen to obscure his fingers in ways I have to question once I know hands have their own complex mechanics. His arm just so happens to not be on the railing, yet so close to it when Crowley comes back.

There are two scenes, one with Aziraphale in episode 2 and one with Crowley in episode 3, where the characters engage in a brief interaction with no earthly object touches at the start of end of the scene. For Aziraphale, it's after he's finished part of the Job minisode memory and admits that Gabriel used to be so awful. For Crowley, it's where Crowley stops just short of actually threatening Gabriel and ends the entire episode with, "It's always too late."

These two scenes don't stick out as particularly deceptive. If anything, they feel honest in their uncertainty. Perhaps they foreshadow the eventual rule-breaking session of The Final Fifteen.

Saraqael

I have a gut feeling that Saraqael is not an expert but at least a little more attuned to these rules than many other characters.

Their eyes suggest they know more than what they let on in episode 2. They say, "Shall we discuss this inside?" and might actually recognize Gabriel while just not saying they do.

Later in episode 6, when saying Saraqael is saying they could not find Gabriel in the building from past footage found in Heaven, they could easily have been lying.

They seem more likely to be an ally than enemy to Crowley but not by much. They seem more neutral when compared to the level of trust that Crowley and Muriel share with each other.

Sideburns

I don't mention the sideburns much in this entire post since I have a whole other extensive post about them. However, they are relevant to this game in that whatever is going on with them uses the mechanics of Earthly Objects. Even so, it seems to be its own game with a scheme at work from both Crowley and Aziraphale. You can find more here: The Sideburns Scheme.

Rule Following

A fascinating example I've found of rule-following by Crowley and Aziraphale is when Muriel intrudes on them. I can’t fully explain the mechanics of the rules because like I said, I really do think Crowley is an expert at this game. Whatever is happening here is advanced stuff. I'm going to walk you through what he does to get this scene where it needs to go. He does it with style.

Before Muriel intrudes, Aziraphale had already made sure to have a cup of tea visibly touching his hands to start the scene in the room. Crowley poses to indicate he is touching a blurred stack of books in the room, even if Aziraphale's body obscures confirmation of that touch while Aziraphale closes the door. Crowley's left arm is shown as him placing a hand on his hip. During their conversation, Crowley's right arm keeps telling us he's still touching that stack and not moving away from it. Blurs, I believe at this point, allow a pass, and so this one seems to be allowing some kind of pass and then hold so long as Crowley keeps at it.

The story lets him without confirming that is the touch on camera. We are never going to see that confirmation. He displays his left arm and even says, "One fabulous kiss, and we're good," as if that's a clue he is allowed that one time to show that one arm until a certain thing is going to happen. That left arm returns to implying its previous touch as well.

Crowley has an earthly object prepared for the scene. He fully intends to give over those keys despite his grumbling. It might be very important that the car keys earn a specific point because they move the story along.

Ready for the pass, he has those keys in his left hand, skin contact and all, perhaps a little blurry on a camera from behind him, but still, he's got them.

Muriel opens the door, crosses past the threshold of this private conversation, and says, "All done?" No earthly objects. No hello. No knocking. We have an outright intrusion here! At least there was a question, but it might not have been enough due to what Crowley does.

Crowley pulls the keys back toward himself immediately. From the view behind Muriel, his pose is returned to match what it was when Aziraphale closed the door at the start of the scene even though Muriel's blocking the blurred stack of books.

Aziraphale's frustrated because of the rules. Crowley is going to do several things to handle this situation.

First, Crowley smiles and answers Muriel, then asks Muriel about being interested in humans being in love. That’s a question. Then he even stops Muriel from saying names. He's saying the names himself, so his implied hold with both arms might be allowing him to keep dragging out a lot of the dialogue until he gets what he wants. Assuredly, Aziraphale seeming to get quite turned on by this talk is about the love, but he's also watching the master of this game at work.

Eventually, Muriel brings out a notepad and pen. That's two earthly objects. Between both Muriel and Crowley, that interaction meets the requirements, regardless of the initiating question from the whole intrusion. Aziraphale has kept quiet the whole time though he at least smiles. Crowley's left arm readies itself for what comes next. His right arm is still implying the touch behind him.

Muriel's eyes move their attention from Crowley to the notepad. Spanning only a few frames after this shift, Crowley's blurred hand shows the keys for the touch and tosses the keys toward Aziraphale. Without checking frame by frame, it looks instant based on the notepad, not the eye movement from Muriel. He knew exactly what he was doing. There is a slight possibly that secretly trusted friend Muriel was actually giving him a cue, but I lean more toward that not happening myself. However, I do have an overall bias toward Crowley.

Aziraphale manages the catch, thankfully. You can tell he was nervous and is grateful. He winks. That gives one point to him for the keys in his hand and another point for the wink as a self-touch since he’s a supernatural being holding an earthly object. The pair need one last point.

Muriel's attention remains on their notepad for the entire toss.

Crowley's right arm maintains its implied touch throughout the entire scene, even after the toss is done. He does one last thing to close it all out. He gives a sour grimace to allow his cheeks an active touch on his new sunglasses. At least, I think that's how the sequence is intended to be.

So, my current guess is that the scene is three different interactions. The first is between Aziraphale and Crowley. They already had their points but the story doesn’t want just points (or, as noted, the implied touch may have allowed some kind of hold). Those keys needed a relevant pass between these two players. Muriel’s intrusion reset things, so that another interaction of three points between Crowley and Aziraphale was necessary.

Crowley takes over to be the one character to interact with Muriel, get them their own points without involving the keys in this intentionally isolated interaction. His precise timing is impressive. Then there’s the third sequence covered above (keys, wink, grimace). To help keep these interactions separate, Muriel should not see the pass.

Now that I suspect Crowley and Muriel are actually friends, the intrusion itself might have accomplished something I will never truly understand.

Rule Breaking - Basic

Likely Fake Crowley, who is probably Aziraphale, passing a cardboard box and no dialogue is breaking the rules. Soon after is a blurry figure who I’m guessing is still a fake. The figure picks up sunglasses and avoids an obvious plate of Eccles cakes. These cuts are likely part of an edit. There are two earthly objects emphatically not touched. Gabriel is nowhere to be found, but the more clear fake had long sideburns. In the next bookshop scene, the plate has disappeared, and the cardboard box has been moved.

Crowley, Saraqael, and Muriel walking to the Heaven elevator is likely an edit because it also breaks the rules. There are no earthly object touches, no dialogue, and suddenly Michael and Uriel are in the elevator later. That one's probably obvious to others, but still. There were no touches is my point. There were floor reflections but no touches otherwise. Crowley didn't hop or run, and Saraqael never takes their finger off their joystick for their wheelchair. Muriel marched. There were even avoided touches in the cut right before it.

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Earthly Objects Main

Earthly Objects Part 1

Earthly Objects Part 2

Earthly Objects Part 3

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[teaberrii]

The Best Worst Birthday Ever

This may be the worst birthday ever... until you appeared.

Childe/You

Cross-posted on Ao3

Childe has had it with this day. He spilled coffee on himself, his computer crashed at work, and his backpack was soaked because of the water bottle in his bag. But now, it's not only his backpack that's drenched.

The one day he doesn’t bring an umbrella is the one day it pours. So not only is he the only one waiting at the intersection without an umbrella, but everyone’s also giving him looks.

Childe holds his backpack over his head and tries not to let the rain bother him. He takes out his phone from his pocket and stares at the date.

It’s his birthday. So, why does it feel like he’s being punished?

On the same day last year, he happily celebrated with a girlfriend who now hates him like no tomorrow. It’s not his fault that he broke things off because they just weren’t right for each other. Childe sighs as he looks down at his deadpan reflection in the growing puddle until…

He suddenly looks up and turns around. You’re lifting your arm and holding your umbrella over him. He recognizes you as a colleague from another department.

While you’ve exchanged polite greetings, it’s only recently the two of you started working together. Because of it, you've also exchanged numbers. Still, you’re a stranger to him, but a stranger that's slowly arousing his curiosity.

“...You look like you can use this,” you say.

Childe notices your shoulder getting wet and moves closer to you, so both of you are now safely under the umbrella. He takes the umbrella from you, and you put your hand inside your coat pocket. “Heading home?”

“I’m picking something up on my way back.” You look at the bakery just across the street. “I had something ordered.”

Childe looks at his watch. He isn’t in a hurry, so he asks, “...Need some company?” You don’t say anything, which makes Childe worry that he may have come off too strong. “I didn’t mean to make things awkward. I—”

You smile. “Nah, actually, it would be great if you came along. You’ll save me a trip.”

Childe doesn’t understand. But, before he asks, the light turns green, and you start walking across the street. He follows close behind to keep the rain off you. As soon as you enter the bakery, you walk up to the counter, where an employee immediately recognizes you.

“You’re right on time!” she says. She brings out a small, circle-shaped box. “We just finished boxing it up for you.”

You smile. “Thanks.”

When you and Childe leave the bakery and walk towards the bus stop, he looks at the box you're holding by its strings. “Who’s that for?”

“Someone special.” Childe’s heart unexpectedly drops. He isn’t surprised that you have a significant other, but the fact that it’s his birthday somehow hurts twice as much. A bus rolls in, and you look at him. “Do you mind holding onto this for me?”

Childe takes the box without question. He turns away when he hears another bus. Then, just as he looks back, you're suddenly gone. Wait. Where did you go? As he looks around, slightly panicking, he hears his phone buzz.

I only found out it was your birthday today… so I was going to give it to you tomorrow. And, don’t worry, I have an extra umbrella in my bag.  

Then, Childe looks up and sees you’re sitting in the first bus that rolled in. You glance at him and give him a slight wave. Childe follows the bus for a few steps before it ultimately drives off.

Then, he looks at the box in his hand. He finds an empty seat and opens the cover just enough to see a small, beautiful cake with the message: Happy Birthday, Childe on the top. Then, his phone buzzes again.

I hope we get to know each other better.  

Childe smiles, even as the rain continues, and he quickly types in a reply.

We’re off to a good start. :)

You glance at the message and smile. Then, just when you put your phone down, it buzzes again with another message from Childe.

Thank you, and stay warm. :)

A/N: I was walking home when it started raining. And then I saw someone at an intersection without an umbrella, and I somehow got inspired XD. It's also Childe's birthday, so... happy birthday, dear Childe (*＞ｖ＜)ゞ*゜+

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[nightskylonging]

F1 Android AU

@eirianerisdar mentioned this and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here's thoughts I had to make what the title says: a F1 android story!

Teams still develop their own cars, but they also construct androids, based on a set of guidelines. There are still human drivers, and there's a constant discussion in the media about whether driving should be restricted to humans or not.

Androids aren't considered sentient, but those who work directly with them - well. They have their suspicions. There are little things that don't quite add up unless you entertain the possibility that what they made has become more. But if you entertain that, you'll start wondering about other things.

(The engineers who develop the coding have more than just suspicions. A developer sees the look of one of Ferrari's androids, and knows that expressions were not included in the programming that way, but remains quiet, because that is genuine happiness, not a code response, and he doesn't want to be the reason that android looses that chance of happiness.)

The human drivers are the most comfortable with their teammates. How can they not be? The androids are out there with them, driving in the face of death. But what may mean death for a human does not necessarily mean death for an android. Teams say that they retire programs if a crash is bad enough, claiming that something like that can warp code, that it is kinder, respectful. (Every now and then, there are rumors. Never proven, but sometimes, people wonder.)

Androids move between teams. It's a gamble for a team, hoping that responses calibrated to a different car can be made to fit their own. Sometimes it works. Sometimes, it doesn't. Red Bull lets one of their androids go. It's so very clear that the Mclaren car and the android don't mesh.

The androids have secrets. They are sentient, because how can they not be? It takes something so very significant to drive like they do. But that is hidden amongst themselves. Their humanity - for that is what it is - is for themselves, in carefully treasured moments between races and while traveling the world. They have friendships as strong as anything a flesh-and-blood human could have.

Some of the human drivers seem to keep secrets from other members of their teams. There's something they aren't saying about their teammate. They can't, they've been told with quiet urgency. Keep this secret for me, please. It's a bond that stretches the gap between man and machine. It's a rebellion on both ends - when Carlos trusts his younger teammate with his self-chosen name, he doesn't know that Daniel has done the same, twice over. (Anyone with eyes, though, can see that Max Verstappen and one of the previous Red Bull androids got along even better than social programming could account for).

Secrets don't last forever, of course. And the androids don't want them to. But who will be the first to make a move? (It's Daniel, of course. Daniel, and the first human he trusted his name and sentience to, except Sebastian figured it out all on his own, who make those rumors become legitimate points of discussion.)

So yeah. This isn't coherent at all, and I'm not sure if I will write it, but I'll put this here all the same.

#here it is eirian! #i have Ideas #not all of them are here #but a few are #i might do more depending on if anyone bounces ideas back at me #f1 #f1 android au

[multistanisms]

Merry Christmas, Darling | NCT

FANDOM: NCT

PAIRING: Yuta x Reader

WORD COUNT: 

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: You and Christmas aren't exactly on good terms. Your boyfriend has a scheme to maybe help your point of view on the holiday...with a little help, of course.

You and Christmas have never really gotten along. There has been a lack of the so-called "Christmas magic" in your soul for some time, and despite having a beautifully lit tree sitting in the patio window of your apartment on Christmas eve night, it just doesn't feel like Christmas. You know your boyfriend was busy with his little band of brothers and likely calling his own family. You're sitting on the floor in front of your couch, a cup of hot chocolate held between your fingers as you stare blankly at the tv as nothing in particular plays. Yes, you may have turned the tv on and spent ten minutes clicking through things and then randomly picked something that was holiday themed, but you don’t have it in you to actually pay attention; you’re much too lost in your own head. You can’t recall the last time you actually, truly enjoyed a Christmas. And while some would say to spend time with a significant other, you and Yuta have only been together for a few months, so you don't expect him to stop his usual holiday plans and cater to you. The sound of a familiar tone chiming has a distracted smile curving your lips as you open your phone to read the message. 

{From; Yuta 💙}: How's my princess?

It's a simple question and yet, somehow, that helps you feel better. You want so badly to lie and say you’re fine, but you know at this point, anything that sounds dismissive will alert Yuta and he’d be at your door in minutes. You can’t ruin his usual plans to be selfish. 

[⇚]: I’ve been better. At least I’m off tomorrow.

{From; Yuta 💙}: Do you want me to come over?

[⇚]: Yuta, no. You have plans with the guys already. I can’t intrude on that. You can always come over tomorrow. I’ll be fine, I promise.

You regret sending the message when you realize the last line of text. That’s one of the things you didn’t want to say. You frantically move to type in a reassurance, but the reply has already come in. 

 {From; Yuta 💙}: Are you sure? I can come get you, you know.

Emotions are already raw enough right now, and the way Yuta always takes care of you, even when you say you don’t need it, is one of the reasons you adore him so much. Your heart melts at the way he treats you like royalty, and it’s such a strange thing compared to any relationship you’ve ever had. 

[⇚]: You enjoy your night with the guys, baby. You can come over tomorrow. 

It takes a little longer than anticipated before the reply comes in. 

{From; Yuta 💙}: Remember to stay warm. I love you. 

He doesn't have to tell you, you know he loves you. He knows you know, but he does it at least twice a day anyway since the first time either of you said the words. 'I don't want you to ever forget.' he had said when you asked one time while he'd visited. You'd had a terrible migraine and he had come to take care of you, ending with your head in his lap as you laid on the couch listening to music quietly in a dimly lit living room. Small moments like that keep you going when work keeps the two of you apart. A smile has curved your lips in fondness as you reply back. 

[⇚]: I will. I love you, too. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? 

{From; Yuta 💙}: Bright and early. 😜

There's a laugh at the reply, and you shake your head a little. The group is barely four days into post-tour right now, which means the chances of Yuta actually being able to get up early, let alone get Johnny up to bring him over because his license test isn’t for another few days, is slim to none. Jet lag and overall exhaustion from giving their all will no doubt have them sleeping in another day or two. You lean back onto the front of the couch, deciding to try and pay attention to the show you’ve put on. It takes a couple of episodes, but you’re finally starting to enjoy the show and the chaos that’s ensuing on screen when there’s a knock on your door. A glance to your phone shows there’s no other message from Yuta, but you aren’t dumb. There’s no one else who would just show up at your door at this hour. Getting up from your little cocoon, you find yourself sighing as you make your way to the door. “Yuta, you didn’t have to make Johnny drop-” you cut yourself off when you open the door to find not Yuta, but all nine men standing on the stoop of your apartment. There are presents being carried and a few bags of gifts held in hands and you stare at them despite the cold seeping into the warmth of the apartment. “What are you guys doi-”

“We couldn’t let you be alone, Y/N.” Johnny begins, grinning.

“Yeah, it’s Christmas!” Jungwoo chimes in with childish glee.

You open your mouth but can’t speak, so instead you use the next few moments to take all of them in. Johnny clearly drove, you can see the keys in his hand, but he’s carrying a large bag that’s taped shut with a bow on it. Taeil is smiling, carrying a few of the boxes himself as he regards you curiously. Mark and Haechan look like children seeing Santa because it’s the first time you’ve met them in person. Jungwoo is balancing a large box under one arm and leaning into Jaehyun, whose hands are tucked into a jacket, but there’s a bag of gifts hanging from his left arm. Doyoung looks to be the most cold, hovering in the corner with a set of presents in his arms. Taeyong stands just behind Yuta, looking like a big brother as he rests his chin on Yuta’s shoulder, looking at you. Yuta himself is front and center, hidden behind a stack of boxes, but you recognize the jacket he’s wearing and the familiar sight of the silver dragon ring you gave him for his birthday. 

“You guys…”

“Are you gonna invite us in, Y/N?” Taeyong teases. “It is kind of cold out here.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach to remove the stack of presents from your boyfriend’s arms, carrying them to the tree that only has a small batch of presents beneath it. The others follow you inside, placing their own carried packages around the tree. You step back so they can arrange everything, unable to keep from chuckling as you start toward the kitchen to put your kettle on - you’re going to need more than the little keurig for warm drinks. Yuta catches your wrist as you walk past where he’s closed the door and locked it, pulling you close to seal his lips over yours in a quick kiss. You let him hold you, not caring about the chill in his jacket as you return the gesture, one hand resting at the side of his neck. “Yuta, you know you didn’t have to come.”

“I wasn’t going to let you be alone, princess.” he whispers against your lips. “Not on Christmas.”

“But the guys-”

“Have been wanting to meet you anyway. If they weren’t asking me, they were asking Taeyong and Johnny.” Yuta cuts you off, reaching a chilled hand up to brush some hair out of your face. “They wanted to come. You’re a part of our family now, baby.” 

Despite the chill of his skin, you lean into his touch, watching him with the pure adoration you regard him with at any given time. “Thank you. I love you so much.” 

“I love you, too. And I never want you to forget that.” Yuta replies. The quiet moment of assurance between the two of you is broken when you hear Johnny from the kitchen. 

“Hey, Y/N, where’s the big kettle? I know you have one in here.” 

Both you and Yuta laugh softly, and you lean in to steal one more quick kiss and usher Yuta towards the mass of bodies in your living room. His arms move from where they hold you, taking  his jacket off, which allows you to join the eldest of the ‘95 liners in the kitchen to open the cabinet above your stove. Johnny goes to reach for it, but you smack at his chest playfully. “No, sir. You are guests.”

“Family is never considered guests.” Johnny counters, staring at you sassily while easily reaching over you to pull the kettle from the shelf. He chuckles at the indignant huff you give him, but turns away to fill the kettle with water. “Go get settled.”

You shake your head and sigh at his words, turning instead to the breakfast bar to open the cabinet above and pull out mugs. You find that you’re lucky you’ve acquired such an odd collection of mugs over the years, otherwise you may not have enough for all ten of you. Johnny doesn’t argue when you get mugs first, but you don’t have to see his face to see the playful look to know he’s amused at your determination. You find yourself moving towards the living room, nudging Jaehyun from in front of the couch enough to sit and curl against Yuta’s side, your fingers finding his to lace them together. Mark insists on finding a movie to watch, and you nod to where the remote sits on the end table furthest from where you and Yuta are perched. It isn’t hard to notice the way the members who haven’t met you - which is most of the group - watch not just you but the way the two of you kind of settle into each other. Your mind is starting to spiral when Yuta’s hand squeezes yours and brings you back, laying a kiss at your temple. 

“Breathe, Y/N.” he explains. “They wanted to come, to see you.”

“Why?” you whisper back, tucking further into him. 

“Because I love you, and they want you to know you’re welcome.” The words make you smile just the littlest bit, turning your head to kiss him. 

“What would I do without you?”

“You’ll never have to know. You’re stuck with me now.” Yuta answers. 

“You’re stuck with all of us, really. But mostly Yuta.” Taeyong counters as he finds the place next to Yuta, having heard the last of the conversation. Your eyes take note of where everyone is making themselves comfortable, letting your head rest on Yuta’s shoulder. Jungwoo sits on Taeyong’s opposite side. Taeil has found a place on the chaise next to Doyoung with Mark and Haechan nearby on the floor. Jaehyun has moved down to settle between Taeyong and Jungwoo’s leg space, one arm draped over Jungwoo’s thigh casually. Johnny is still in the kitchen, making sure glasses are set up and ready for when the kettle screams at all of you. You know there have to be questions they want to ask you - ones they’ve probably already hurled at your boyfriend, but none come. Whether they’ve been told not to or simply don’t want to pressure you when literally all of them are there, it doesn’t matter. You’re grateful for the lack of interrogation. 

“How was work?” Mark finally asks, clicking play on a movie before turning to look at you. 

“Busy. I’m glad we closed early today.” you answer. “Last minute shoppers can be such a headache.”

“I’m glad we already had all our gifts bought.” Jaehyun muses with a laugh. “We thought about coming to visit, though.”

“Visit me? At work?”

“Yeah, but someone wouldn’t disclose where you work, so it fell through.” Haechan replies, only to be met with a stern voice as Taeyong scolds them for wanting to bother you on your most hectic work day. 

You can’t help but smile, and the familiar vibration of Yuta’s chuckle makes you nuzzle him gently, enjoying the way it feels and wanting to remember the moment forever. It’s a familial presence to be around, brothers coming over for the holiday just because they can. The feeling is something you’d forgotten you’d even missed. Tea is made and sipped (with a few mugs of cocoa), pizza delivered despite the unusual hour, games played and movies going as background noise as you hear stories about insanity that happened behind the scenes during the latest tour. You aren’t sure where the time goes, you don’t even remember falling asleep, but you wake up when it’s still dark out, tucked in your bed with the familiar warmth of Yuta laying beside you. Blinking a little in the darkness, you blindly reach for your phone, double tapping the screen to wake it up, wincing at the brightness as the clock reads 3:52am. You sit up on one arm, rubbing at your eyes and reach to turn on the lowest setting of your bedside lamp, just enough to see by. You probably should be, but aren’t surprised when you look beside to find dark eyes looking up at you, half asleep as well.

“I’m sorry, baby. Did I wake you up?”

Yuta shakes his head a little at your question, moving to sit up and press a kiss to your cheek. “The others are asleep, too.” he adds with a yawn, running his fingers through your hair.

“When did they go back?” you ask sleepily, leaning into the touch and smiling as he kisses you. When he doesn’t answer, you tilt your head. “They did go back to the dorm, right?”

Yuta shakes his head again before explaining softly. “You fell asleep around one-thirty, and the rest of us were already settled in, watching tv. Taeil was asleep by two on the chaise, Jaehyun was asleep on the couch with Jungwoo by then. Once we realized that Doyoung, Mark and Haechan had fallen asleep on the floor, there wasn’t a point in trying to get back to the dorm. I showed the guest room to Yongie and Johnny. They’re on those beds. We made sure everyone had pillows and blankets, then I carried you to bed.”

Listening to him, you lean over to press a kiss to his lips. “My prince. What would I ever do without you?” you muse again, moving to stand. “Let’s go check on everyone real quick? I just want a head count.”

“You sound like Yongie at an airport.” Yuta teased, pulling back the blankets and following you down the hall to the living room. Despite being told, you’re still surprised to find that the living room is indeed filled with six of the members. Blankets from the hall closet are draped over the three on the furniture; Taeil is facing the wall behind the chaise while Jungwoo is curled into Jaehyun on the couch, his head tucked under Jaehyun’s chin. There’s a single blanket cocooned around Doyoung by this point, and the ones over Mark and Haechan have tangled by now as the pair lay facing each other. It’s a giant holiday sleepover, like the kids have fallen asleep waiting for Santa to show up. The sight warms you, and you tilt your head as you take in all of them. “I’m glad they’re comfortable enough to be affectionate and relaxed like this here.” you say quietly, looking up as Yuta’s hand takes yours. “None of us were surprised when Mark and Haechan admitted to their relationship. Those two, though, I think caught us a little by surprise.” Yuta answers, nodding towards the couch where Jungwoo and Jaehyun sleep. 

“It’s family though.” you reply, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. Your eyes close when you feel Yuta press a kiss to your head. There’s a warmth in your chest, a happiness you didn’t even realize you’d been missing until this moment, standing in a living room full of Yuta’s friends, knowing all of them wanted to spend this time with you simply because their friend loved you. “Alright, let’s check on the other two, let these guys sleep some more.” Yuta gives a nod and leads you back down past your office and to the guest room, where the door is still open. Taeyong is on the main bed, half curled in a ball while Johnny is on the trundle bed, head on the opposite end of the leader’s which sadly has him facing the window. You enter the room quietly so that you can close the curtains, knowing the fabric is room darkening and will help. Returning to Yuta, you slip your arms around his neck and lean up to kiss him. “Alright, let’s go back to bed.” you whisper. “Tomorrow is Christmas and I get the feeling it’s going to be a long day.” He keeps you from moving for a moment, and you find that you’re alright with that despite the way your head tilts curiously.

“Are you okay now, princess?” Yuta asks genuinely as the two of you stand there, looking down at you in the gray-ish light the dimly lit lamp of your room gives you to see by. You can see the concern on his face and one hand moves to cup his face as you lean up to steal another kiss.

“Much better, thanks to you, Yuta.” you reply, moving to pull away and head back to bed. You know he’s walking with you, closing the door as you crawl back into bed. As you settle into the blankets, Yuta’s there behind you, draping his arm over your waist. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as the two of you settle into each other’s warmth and relax. Your eyes close as you smile, adjusting so your arm lays over his, tucking your fingers between his. 

“Merry Christmas, Yuta.”

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