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Bedroom Talk- Part 2

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, based on a request. I'm so happy and thankful so many of you have loved this little series and I am open to writing a 3rd part if anyone would like that or has ideas.

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Summary: Eddie and (Y/n) have a heart to heart when (Y/n) talks about having another baby. But Eddie can't go through that trauma again, not after last time.

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A shiver coursed down (Y/n)'s spine when she heard the front door open and close.

Oh God. This was it. Now or never. She was going to have to talk to him; she was going to have to tell him.

She kept her back to the kitchen door and stayed stood in front of the fridge, pretending to look for something when really, she was staring into an abyss. Her breathing momentairely stopped while her eyes zoned out and all she could see was the doctor's office she had been sat in this morning.

Her mind zoned out enough that the blinking light in the fridge and the quiet, distressed beeping didn't phase her or break through the static in her ears. Her hand stayed curled around the fridge door and her head tilted to one side.

At least with her back to the door, Eddie wouldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes.

The sound of his trainers clashing against the kitchen floor finally snapped through to (Y/n)'s brain and made her slam the fridge shut before the temperature began to drop.

She stayed rooted to the spot, even when she felt a familiar pair of arms encase her waist and pin her up against his chest. Her head flopped to the left, pressing her cheek against Eddie's hair that was damp and fluffy like a feather pillow. Her hands moved down to hold onto his wrists while he gave her a tight squeeze and attached his lips to the side of her neck.

"Hi baby." He murmured softly into her neck while (Y/n) closed her eyes to try and stay calm and compose herself.

She took note of the shirt Eddie was wearing, she could feel the material rubbing against her bare arms. He had changed out of his gym gear. He was no longer wearing the rubbery vest top or training shorts he left in this morning. he was in a softer, thinner cotton shirt and a pair of jeans. He must have had a long workout to change at the gym instead of when he got home.

"Hi," She didn't trust her voice but she tried her best to sound calm and she kissed his head, nuzzling her nose into his hair to try and control her nerves.

"Where are the kids?"

Eddie realised he couldn't hear the tv or hear Lilah screaming and babbling loudly as she played with her toys. And Chris wasn't in the living room, and he couldn't hear their eldest playing any games in his bedroom either. The house was oddly quiet and that meant the kids weren't here because if they were outside, (Y/n) would of been out there with them.

"Buck's taken them to the zoo." (Y/n) had only asked Evan if he could watch the kids for an hour or two, but he had happily come round to pick them up. And as soon as Chris asked if they could go out, Evan was bubbling with excitement and ready to take him and Lilah to the zoo.

She knew Evan had guessed something was playing on her mind and that something was wrong, but he didn't pry. He took the kids the moment she asked and gave her a comforting hug before he left.

"Oh… so you're mine for the afternoon then. What'd you wanna do?" Eddie moved his hands down to (Y/n)'s hips and turned her around in his grip so they were facing one another.

He didn't see her face for very long before she pushed up on her toes to lock her arms around his neck and pull him down to her. He felt her nose brush across his neck and tickle the base of his shoulder and he grinned into her hair. His hands moved around to curl back around her waist and he began gliding his hand up and down her back.

He didn't realise Evan wanted to see the kids today, not that he was complaining. It was never an issue when Evan wanted to take the kids out, and it was a surprise to find that he could have (Y/n) to himself for the day. It had been a while since he'd had her to himself and didn't have to fight for her attention without the kids bustling in.

They stayed tangled together like that for a few quiet minutes and Eddie felt his smile fading against her hair when (Y/n) didn't say anything. She just held him. And he stayed wrapped around her, she felt like she needed some comfort, although he couldn't fathom why.

Eventually, just as Eddie was about to say something, (Y/n) pulled back. Her fingers tangled in the short hair at the base of his head and made a shiver run down his neck when she tightened her grip. She took him by surprise and leaned up to connect their lips. The kiss was heavy and burdened and demanding and needy all at once.

It took Eddie by surprise and knocked him on his back foot. He felt like this was a silent message he was supposed to decode, but he didn't know how.

He parted his lips, inhaling as deep a breath as he could manage before he dove down and stole her lips as demanding as she had initiated with him. His fingers dug deep into her hips and he felt her back curve against his hand as she leaned back and let him push her down. His chest moulded against hers and he groaned, tracing his tongue across hers when she scratched the base of his neck.

(Y/n) could see stars dancing across Eddie's face when they finally pulled up for air. His chest panted along with hers and a mixture of confusion and lust pooled in his eyes.

Why had she kissed him so desperately like that? Why was she looking at him worriedly like that? Why wasn't she talking to him?

He stayed still but loose and easily moveable, tilting his head down to watch the way (Y/n) laced her fingers with his and clung to his sweating palm.

When she walked ahead of him, Eddie let her drag him behind her, gripping her hand tight while his other hand cupped her hip again, softer and lighter this time. His chest moved near her back, keeping only a hairline fracture of space between them as he followed (Y/n) wordlessly out of the kitchen.

He wondered for a moment if she was about to divert down the hall towards the bedroom, but he followed and turned with her when she aimed for the living room instead.

Eddie studied the way (Y/n) sat down and pulled her legs up beneath her so they were crossed on the sofa, all while her left hand kept the tightest grip on him so his knuckles were turning deathly white. He twisted his arm a little so he could slowly sit down on the sofa beside her.

His gaze dragged up and down her frame, soaking her in, assessing the worry in her eyes, the tension in her body. The way she held her back straight like she was too nervous to slouch into the sofa. His tongue dragged across his lips that were still tingling from the power she had when she kissed him.

"Baby…?" He didn't quite know what he was asking or what he wanted to say, but (Y/n) seemed to understand his wordless question.

She dragged his hand across so their entangled hands were laid on her thigh, allowing (Y/n) to trace her thumb over the back of his hand. And bring her right hand up to draw aimless patterns and random designs on the back of Eddie's wrist and along his arm towards his tattoo.

"The doctor's office called me this morning, they got my bloods through and they wanted to see me."

"That was quick…" Eddie wasn't sure he liked where this was going. It had scarcely been two days since (Y/n) went to the doctors for a check up.

He knew she had to have bloods taken every few months for her vitamin deficiency. And she had to have check ups every six months to make sure she was okay on the contraceptive pill. The last time she was on the pill it messed with her system and made her sick.

If the doctors called back this quick and wanted an appointment on the same day, Eddie knew that was a sign that something was wrong.

"They gave me an emergency appointment this morning… Eddie I- I'm pregnant."

All (Y/n) could feel was the way her heart was pounding against her chest so harshly every beat felt like a hammer to her chest. Every pulse tore through her eardrums and made pins and needles course down to her feet. Her fingertips turned numb and both hands started to sweat, despite her fingers turning cold from panic and dread.

This news wasn't going to go down well, (Y/n) knew that from the start.

This wasn't like with Chris. This wasn't (Y/n) sitting Eddie down and giving him a gift of a baby onesie and a positive pregnancy test or telling him that she needed him to be careful in the army because he had two people to come home to now.

And it wasn't her waking him up on father's day and telling him he was going to have another baby.

They had agreed, no more kids.

(Y/n) was on the pill for that very reason and they were always careful. If Lilah's pregnancy was anything to go by, they couldn't have a repeat of that. As much as they loved their kids and would love to expand their family, it wasn't a risk they could say was worth taking.

Her labour with Chris had gone south. Her whole pregnancy with Lilah had been nine months from Hell and that birth almost killed her. It wasn't something Eddie wanted to witness again, he couldn't risk losing a baby or losing (Y/n) and bringing up their kids on his own. He wouldn't survive losing her.

Tears began to trickle down the bridge of (Y/n)'s nose and across her cheeks when Eddie didn't say anything.

He let her deadlock his hand in both her palms and he stayed limp and let her lift his arm to pin his hand to her chest to try and keep herself calm. But (Y/n) watched the way Eddie dragged his free hand across his jaw and down his chin.

The rage was visible in his eyes, but it wasn't directed at her. Eddie wasn't sure who or what he wanted to direct his anger at. Probably himself. He had let this happen. He told himself- he vowed he wouldn't go through another pregnancy, he wouldn't risk (Y/n)'s life like that again.

Now he'd put her in danger. Now she was pregnant he was going to see her deteriorate and worry about coming home to find her bleeding out or passed out on the floor. Or worry about going into labour and coming out without his wife or child at the end of it. What had he done?

"Eddie…" (Y/n) tilted her head down and pressed her lips against his knuckles when he didn't say anything. He just stared down at her legs like he would suddenly find the answers and the words he was looking for if he didn't look her in the eye.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. Close to fifteen weeks, they think. I- I didn't want the ultrasound without you, so I'm at the hospital next week."

(Y/n) let them do another blood test and an exam and she got checked over by the doctor, but she wouldn't agree to a scan. She wasn't waiting around in the office for an hour, drinking two pints of water and watching the scan when she was alone. She felt sick, she thought she was going to faint and all she wanted was Eddie.

The doctor booked her the soonest appointment at the hospital, gave her a prescription for two different anti-sickness meds so they wouldn't have a repeat of last time with Lilah. And she was taken off the pill immediately. Now (Y/n) didn't know what to do.

"Eddie say something. Baby please-"

"What are we gonna do?"

(Y/n) wasn't so sure Eddie was speaking to her as much as he was trying to give himself a pep talk which clearly wasn't working.

When he tore his hand out of her grip, her chest tightened and she couldn't stop the tears from flooding down her face. She moved her hands to deadlock her arms around her waist while she watched Eddie slump forward. His elbows dug uncomfortably into his knees, his hands clasped together so tightly the knuckles were almost breathing through the skin. And he meshed his lips against his hands to stop himself from screaming.

"I don't know."

"I tried I- fuck! I tried to protect you and I- I've, I've- I can't lose you." What else was he meant to do? Abstain from (Y/n) for the next ten years until there was no risk of an unplanned pregnancy happening? Eddie knew in his heart he wouldn't be able to do that but he'd give it a damn good try if he had to.

He just wanted to have his family and keep them all safe and well. Pregnancy didn't agree with (Y/n) or in the very least, giving birth didn't agree with her. Everything with Chris had been fine up until the birth, and everything with Lilah was a train wreck.

Eddie wasn't doing that again. He wasn't taking her to hospital demanding someone do something to look after her. He wasn't waking up in the middle of the night worried she wasn't okay. He wasn't seeing her cry in agony or go mad on bed rest that didn't even help her.

He wasn't going to sit back and watch her go through hours of agony and come close to losing her life at the end of it. A baby wasn't worth that. His wife was worth everything to Eddie; he'd give his life for hers.

He wasn't being a single father to their kids because he'd gone and put her at risk by getting her pregnant.

"What am I supposed to do? Eddie I don't… I don't wanna- I can't," When (Y/n) moved her palm to press against her abdomen, she whimpered. She didn't want to get rid of it. She may not look or even feel pregnant yet, but just knowing she was having a baby made her feel different.

The only way (Y/n) would agree to an abortion was if this pregnancy was going to risk her life. She wouldn't take the risk, not after everything with Lilah, and it would break every part of her soul to do it. But right now, she hadn't been told that news.

The doctor was worried, given (Y/n)'s history, which was why she needed a scan and a lot of check ups and she needed to sit down and talk with the doctor and Eddie about this.

But what if it went as smoothly as it did with Chris? What if Eddie finally got that chance to be with (Y/n) when she was pregnant and just see her body change and grow and see the baby develop healthily? What if they got through the next few months with no sickness and no complications and (Y/n) felt fine and active and healthy and happy?

That was a possibility.

"You think I want that?" Eddie's broken tone made (Y/n) cry harder.

She hated the look in his eyes when he snapped his head to the right to look at her. Did she honestly believe Eddie wanted an abortion? Did she think he thought that was the best course of action and that he had no quarrels doing that?

He wasn't brought up that way. Eddie was a catholic, the only kind of termination his family were accepting of was the kind where the mother's life was in danger. But it wasn't just the religious side that got to him. He was brought up on the knowledge that family was everything. Eddie loved his family, he loved the family he created with (Y/n). He absolutely adored their kids and would do anything for them.

He didn't want to lose one, and Eddie could feel the guilt creeping up his throat thinking that getting rid of his own child was better than the risk of keeping them.

"You spent nearly eight months between the hospital and the bed last time, do you wanna do that again? Baby I'm not gonna sit there and watch them dose you on adrenaline because you almost died!"

"Then what do we do? Just say no a-and terminate?" (Y/n) leaned back into the cushions and dragged her hands through her hair. "We tried, but clearly you've got strong swimmers because I'm already pregnant. I can't- I can't just take it back or rewind time. I don't want to put you through that again and I don't wanna be laid up in bed or call you thinking I'm losing our baby."

Tears streamed freely down her face and she held Eddie's hardened gaze when his eyes locked with hers and his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like his teeth would start to disintegrate.

"But it might not be like that… I was so sick with Lilah from the start, if, if I'm fifteen weeks already, I feel fine. And maybe I can have a choice this time, about a C-section."

(Y/n) found out she was pregnant with Lilah from the two-month mark and she had been sick since the beginning. But if she was already over three months, she didn't feel it. (Y/n) didn't feel queasy or run down or like she was going to collapse or throw everything up. She had been a little nauseous at times, but nothing as drastic as last time.

Surely that was a good sign that this pregnancy might go better, like with Chris? Surely they had a chance of a smooth ride this time?

And with (Y/n)'s history, she might have the choice of a C-section. The doctors might agree that her bad birth with Chris and her life-threatening situation with Lilah called for precautions. A C-section would save panic, hassle and take away most of the risks (Y/n) faced.

(Y/n) pressed her hands down into the sofa and looked across at Eddie. He hadn't moved. If it weren't for the harsh sounds of his breathing fanning into his hands, (Y/n) would have thought he had frozen in time. He was as still as a mountain, except for the throbbing vein in his neck.

With her breath held deep in her lungs, (Y/n) pushed herself up and inched to the left until her knee brushed his. When he didn't move, react or pull away, (Y/n) tenderly curled both her arms around Eddie's bicep and leaned over until his arm was pinned against her chest. She pressed her lips down into his shoulder and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent as she waited for him to say something.

"We take it slow, one day at a time."

Her eyes opened and she tilted her head so her chin was pressing down into his shoulder, allowing her to look up at him. He turned his head in her direction but the emotions pooling in his eyes made (Y/n)'s heartbeat quicken.

"What?"

"If you're okay now, you might not be so ill… but if you get sick or half as bad as last time, we have to do something." Eddie knew they had very little choices right now. And he could understand (Y/n)'s point of view, she didn't want to get rid of this baby if they had a chance of having a good pregnancy, especially if she was a little bit further along already and she was okay.

But if something went wrong, if she got severely dehydrated or she got sick or had any complications, Eddie wasn't willing to take the risks. He would rather keep (Y/n) safe and think of her first. If she got ill and couldn't have the baby, Eddie could live with that. As long as she was okay.

"And we push for a C-section, you can't go through another labour like that again. You're my priority, you understand that? There is no question, you're health matters more. I need you- the kids need you-"

"I know, I know baby."

(Y/n) pressed her lips down against the junction between Eddie's neck and shoulder where she could feel his breaths begin to even out. She wasn't expecting him to be happy about this, not yet. Not until they knew how things would go and if they could do this. But she was happy he wasn't outright refusing to give this a try. That was all she could ask for.

And she was in full agreement. They could try, and if this pregnancy went south and they couldn't get through it, then that was okay. (Y/n) couldn't risk her health. She had seen how bad it could get when she had Lilah and by the time she got a placental abruption, there was nothing they could do. They couldn't terminate or speed up the pregnancy or do anything to reverse the damage or make (Y/n) better.

She had to think about Chris and Lilah, it wasn't worth risking her health when she had two children to think about who needed her.

"Will you come to the scan with me, at the hospital?" (Y/n) could barely hear her voice when she spoke against his neck. And she let go of his arm to loop her arms around his neck when he curved his arm around her waist.

He turned to the side so he was facing her and in one swift movement, he pulled (Y/n) so she was sat on his lap rather than beside him. He locked his arms around her waist, keeping her pinned against him.

"You know I will, you're not doing any of this alone, mi amor."

Eddie closed his eyes and tipped his head forward until their temples were touching. He nudged his nose against hers and tried to take deep, calming breaths. He wanted to be happy. He wanted to smile and laugh and cry and bask in the thought of having another baby like he did the last two times. And if this went well, he would have another baby in his arms.

But he couldn't get ahead of himself. He couldn't let his thoughts get carried away and get attached in case something went wrong or they had to make a decision.

His chest tightened and his shoulders tensed when he suddenly felt (Y/n)'s hand reach around to take hold of his left wrist that was resting on her back. He stayed still and waited to see what she was doing, but every part of his body started to shake beneath her when she carefully laid his palm down over her stomach.

His hand started to tremble and he dared to swipe his thumb up and down for a few seconds before he stopped himself.

Tears were already drenching his face.

He wanted to pull his hand away. He wanted to shake his head and say no. He couldn't think like that, he couldn't get ahead of himself. He couldn't imagine anything and get his hopes up. But it felt like it was already too late. (Y/n) was already pregnant, things were already complicated and now there was an image in his head of a new addition to their family. He could almost feel the way (Y/n)'s stomach was going to curve and change; something he absolutely loved but never thought he'd see again.

(Y/n) tightened her arms around his neck when Eddie suddenly leaned around her so he could smother his face in her chest. She could feel his tears soaking into her shirt and she kissed his hair when he pressed his hand down firmer on her stomach like he was waiting for confirmation or even a kick.

She was so lost in the feeling of Eddie's fingers tracing and scrunching up her shirt over her abdomen that (Y/n) almost missed the words he whispered into her chest. "It'll be okay, baby."

She wasn't quite sure who he was talking to.

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"So, is everything okay?"

(Y/n) wanted to smile. She wanted to look up at Eddie and ask him where his patience of a saint had disappeared to. But she couldn't look away from the midwife, because it was the same question swirling around her head too.

Was everything okay with the baby? What were they going to do if the answer was no? How was Eddie going to react?

"Yes, baby looks to be a healthy size, placenta is in place, blood flow is good. And heartbeat is strong," As she spoke, the midwife tilted the screen in their direction and turned on the volume so they could listen.

Part of (Y/n) had been expecting a different answer. She was expecting to be told something was amiss or maybe she wasn't actually pregnant. Or something had gone wrong because she had been on the pill and didn't know about this sooner.

Seeing that familiar image on the screen and watching the tiny heart thud out a strong rhythm made (Y/n)'s own heart go haywire.

She could feel adrenaline pooling in her stomach and sparking through her veins when Eddie suddenly took her hand. He laced their fingers together and squeezed so tightly (Y/n) couldn't feel her fingertips anymore. But when she dared to drag her gaze away from the screen to look up at him, she was surprised.

He was smiling.

(Y/n) hadn't been expecting to see him smile. She was well prepared for his worried eyes, his jaw locked in place and his lips pressed into a thin line. She had been waiting for him to say something else, ask if something was bound to go wrong.

She was even expecting him to stay silent and not react at all. To see him stood there smiling, with tears bubbling up in his eyes, made (Y/n)'s throat tighten up with the urge to cry.

She moved their entwined hands to hold his hand against her chest, and she could see stars dancing across her vision when Eddie leaned over her. He dragged his free hand through her hair, tangling his fingers into her locks while he tenderly pressed his lips against her temple.

"You alright?"

Eddie dragged his hand across his face and looked across the kitchen at Evan. He managed a smile as Evan reached into the fridge and handed him a beer before he leaned forward on the counter.

"Are you sure, you seem a little, distant." Evan didn't want to pry, but he could see there was something playing on Eddie's mind. The distant look in his eyes wasn't something Evan was used to and Eddie had barely said a word since he walked through the door. And it had been Eddie's idea to come over and hang out while (Y/n) had taken the kids out to the park.

"Just thinking… about this." He took a large swig of his drink while he rummaged around in his back pocket for the small square photo he'd been carrying around for the last three days. It felt like gold dust between Eddie's fingers as he slid the small black and white photo across the counter towards Evan.

His eyes focused intently on his friend, gaging his reaction because he was the first person Eddie had shown this to. He was the first person Eddie wanted to talk to because Evan knew how he would feel and react to this.

"I- oh, this… this is, (Y/n)'s pregnant?"

He watched the way Evan's face changed from a reminiscent smile to a gaping expression with wide eyes and a set jaw. This wasn't an old photo Eddie had dug out the memory box. This wasn't a scan photo from Chris or Lilah's pregnancy. This was recent; this was new. (Y/n) was pregnant; again.

"I thought you said you weren't gonna have any more?" It didn't settle right with Evan that Eddie would suddenly change his mind and be all for this.

Not after how he had reacted when Lilah was born. Everyone on the team could see how Eddie was conflicted; how something so innocent and sweet and heart-wrenching as Lilah could make Eddie feel so strange. Because he was so concerned with looking after (Y/n) and wanting her to be okay, and the only reason she had been suffering in the first place was this little girl who Eddie swore to protect with his life.

It didn't seem realistic that Eddie would do a complete turn around and be willing to have another baby.

Evan remembered them talking a while back, Eddie was adamant he wasn't having any more kids. In his mind, it was as if Eddie himself was placing that risk onto (Y/n)'s shoulders if she got pregnant and he didn't want to do that. He wanted to keep her safe at all costs.

"This wasn't exactly planned, Buck. She's sixteen weeks gone already." A groan tumbled past Eddie's lips and he pushed up off the counter and moved to drag his fingers through his hair.

It felt like there were two different battles raging inside his head and his heart. His heart wanted to go through with this, but his head wasn't so swayed on the idea. His head told him there was still a lot of risks here, they weren't safe or lucky just because so far, nothing had gone wrong. And Eddie didn't want those risks. He wanted none of it.

"What are you gonna do? Eddie… I saw you when (Y/n) was in the hospital, and I've never seen you like that."

"Because I saw my wife almost die because of me."

"Why was that because of you?"

Evan couldn't see that as a fair judgement. Eddie hadn't done anything to put (Y/n) at risk of make her ill. He wasn't the reason her heart almost gave out, he wasn't the reason she got sick in the first place or why she had a placental abruption. He didn't do anything wrong, but he was holding the guilt like it was the only truth he knew.

"I got her pregnant."

"Eddie… that's not how the world works. That bloodloss and those problems (Y/n) had, they weren't a direct cause from you, you can't make that connection and blame yourself. If I drove you somewhere, and someone crashed into us, that wouldn't be my fault… you're consuming guilt you think you deserve, but you don't."

Nothing that happened or went wrong with (Y/n) was directly Eddie's fault. If he could foresee what would go wrong and still went ahead with the pregnancy then maybe he would be at fault. But he couldn't be blamed for everything that happened after (Y/n) got pregnant.

"I just- I don't wanna do that again Buck. I don't wanna sit there and think, is this how it ends? What am I gonna do with Chris and Lilah without her? I can't raise two- or God forbid three kids on my own."

"But you don't know if anything will go wrong. You're acting like it's all agreed but it's not… is this what you want, take away all the risks, what do you think?"

Eddie couldn't go through life weighing the risks to every decision he made and everything that happened. He was never going to live his life if he was going to panic about everything that he did, especially involving his family.

And there was nothing to say that (Y/n) was indefinitely going to be sick or have a complication or come close to losing her life again this time. Eddie was just presuming the future and how he thought it was going to play out. But if he took away all of those preconceptions and thought about this differently, what did he truly think?

If there was no risk, no panic, no uncertainty. Eddie didn't have to think about that. He could hear his heart clearly when all the worries were locked away and put on mute.

If he had no risks to think about, no worries about (Y/n)'s health or her life and he knew she would be okay, then Eddie had no issues knowing what he wanted. This is what he wanted. If things went differently with Lilah's birth Eddie wouldn't be stood here panicking, he would be stood here the happiest man in the world. Telling his friend he was going to have another kid.

"I think I want this baby."

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 13

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Eddie wakes up in the morning - or at least, he thinks it's morning, though he guesses he could still be losing track of time, and it might still be the same day. His head lulls automatically to the side, gaze seeking out the hospital bed next to him like it's second nature, and -

Steve's gone.

There's no one there, the bed clean and empty with sheets all tucked and a pillow still in plastic, like no one was ever there in the first place.

Fuck, what if he wasn't there? What if Eddie's doped up brain imagined all of this, giving himself the comfort of a circle of friends that would stay with him in the hospital, that promised they wouldn't leave him and meant it? What if he really is alone now?

His breath is coming in short, desperate gasps, and he recognizes enough to know that he's hyperventilating again - though it feels distant, fuzzy, like it's happening to someone else and he's just observing.

Somewhere through the thick cotton obscuring his ears, he can tell someone is saying his name.

It's Dustin, fuck, he knows that voice, and he knows that means he's not alone, that they're still here with him, but he can't quite seem to get the rest of him on board with that thought, can't make it cut the panic racing through him.

There's a loud squawk by his ear, a hitch-pitched whine of feedback and a rush of static, and that startles him enough to focus in on Dustin urgently asking someone to do what they did before.

"Hey, Eddie, can you hear me?" Steve asks, voice tinny but still there, and Eddie tries not to feel pathetic about how hard he latches onto it. "You're all right, you're safe. You're not alone. We've got you, Eds, everyone's okay. We all made it out, we're all with you."

He keeps up the mantra as Eddie's breathing slowly evens out, as he feels himself settle back into himself. Dustin's sitting next to him, eyes wide and panicked, clutching a walkie-talkie and holding it up close to him as Steve's voice sounds from it.

"I'm-" Eddie starts, then has to swallow a few times around how dry his mouth feels. "I'm here. I'm good. Just - saw your bed empty when I woke up, kind of panicked."

"We've all been there," Steve says. "I got myself discharged a few hours ago - I'm out getting things ready. I'll let Dustin take it from here, okay? See you guys soon."

Eddie hums an affirmative, and Dustin lets go of the walkie, tucks it back into his pocket. There's a moment where Eddie has no idea what the fuck to say, but then Dustin shoots a little smile at him.

"It's okay," he says. "It happens to all of us. We skipped school to be with Will the first time this all happened, and I spent the night at Steve's for a week straight once."

Eddie's eyebrows shoot up. "Your mom let you sleep over at Steve Harrington's place for a week?"

Dustin rolls his eyes. "She loves Steve, it's kind of annoying. I told her he got his concussion defending us from bullies that time, and he needed someone to stay with him and make sure his brain didn't bleed out of his ears in his sleep."

There's a pause, and then the kid's eyes go a little bit earnest, like he's trying to sell him on something. "It was great, though. Steve made breakfast every morning, and he let me get whatever I wanted on my pizza, and he cooked dinner sometimes too, and he's got a huge TV and a ton of movies on tape, and he only complains a little bit if you-"

The door slams open, and Eddie jumps.

"We gotta go," Robin says as she and Lucas crowd into the room. "Did you tell him?"

"Tell me what?" Eddie asks, eyes darting around the room, fully expecting to see clocks or vines or fucking bats. "Is it Vecna, did that fucker recover already?"

"No, Max says he was in pretty bad shape. He's gonna be down for a while," Lucas replies.

"It's the cops and the rest of the town looneys," Robin says, taking up a post by the door while Lucas paces across the room, looking out the window. "We heard on the police radio channel, they found out you're here. We gotta get you out."

"Fuck." Eddie swallows, tangling the fingers of his good hand in the sheets of the hospital bed so tight it makes his knuckles creak. "I'm kind of out of options on safe places to lay low and recuperate here."

"What?" Dustin looks affronted. "No you're not. I told you, you've got us."

"All of us," Robin says, as Dustin comes to stand by her at the door.

He cranes his head down the hall. "Is there a doctor coming to release him?"

"Yeah, Erica yelled at him until he gave in, he's on his way." Lucas glances away from the window to look at Eddie. "We hid El in Mike's basement for days without anyone knowing, you think we can't do the same for you?"

Robin snorts. "It's not going to be Wheeler's shitty basement, Eddie, don't worry."

Eddie stares at them. Part of him is aware of what they're saying, is processing that he needs to get out of the hospital and he's not going to have to do it alone - that even though the world isn't technically ending right now, they're all going to stand by him.

But he feels like he did when they came back from sticking up for him with Carver and the others - overwhelmed, like he hasn't done anything to deserve this, like he doesn't know what to do with such clear, undeniable evidence that they've made him one of this party now.

"Eddie?" Dustin asks, stepping in a little closer. "You okay?"

Eddie snaps himself out of it. "Yeah. Just - fuck, all right, let's do this."

Robin helps him stand up, stays by his side as he steps into a pair of loose scrubs that someone's scrounged up for him - he doesn't ask, and he's assuming the clothes he wore in the Upside Down are trashed - and lets him lean on her shoulder so he's somewhat steady on his feet by the time a harried looking doctor makes it into the room.

"You realize you're not ready to be discharged?" the doctor asks immediately.

"I'm over eighteen," Eddie replies. "You can't keep me here if I want to leave, right?"

The doctor sighs. "You'll be leaving against medical advice."

"But I'm not going to, like, die of blood loss or infection or something if I do?" Eddie presses.

"We can't answer that question with any surety without another few days of observation," the doctor replies, then relents when everyone glares at him. "It's highly unlikely."

"Just tell us what we need to do to keep an eye on him," Robin says.

The doctor goes over the cliff notes - soft foods for a while, showers are okay but no soaking, no lifting things over five pounds, there's a page of stretching exercises for his shoulder and leg, a timeline for recovery, and a prescription for the rest of his antibiotics and a smaller one for some painkillers.

"That's all I can give you since you're leaving against medical advice," the doctor says, which Eddie knows is a load of bullshit, but he's too exhausted and itching to get out of here to call him on it.

They herd him out of the room and to the elevator, standing in a little half circle around him like he's got his own little string of tiny bodyguards, and the thought makes him giggle, just a little bit hysterically.

"You guys look like little lion cubs," he says.

"You think we can't protect you?" Dustin asks, sounding hurt.

Eddie shakes his head. "No, no, I'm feeling very protected right now. Thank you."

The elevator dings, and Eddie takes a deep breath as he steps off - into a controlled chaos. The waiting room is packed, some gurneys set up right out there with nurses tending to what seems like minor cases, and even some people sleeping on the floor. Eddie feels a moment of swooping panic, but no one even looks his way. They shuffle him out of the hospital to where Nancy and Erica are waiting in the Wheeler station wagon.

Eddie gingerly climbs in, and Lucas and Dustin slide into the backseat with Erica.

Robin holds up his prescription. "I'm gonna get this filled. Swing back and grab me after you drop them off?" she asks Nancy.

Nancy hums an affirmative, eyes flicking around to make sure everyone's wearing their seat belts before she takes off.

Eddie thinks about asking where they're going, but his stomach and chest and legs and arm ache, and he's wiped just from the walk out of the hospital and to the car. So he just tips his head back against the seat of the car, closes his eyes, and tries to hold himself still enough that the seatbelt doesn't rub up against his wounded gut.

Eventually, the car stops. He expects more talking, but there's a tense silence in the flurry of activity, until someone pulls open the car door and is unbuckling his seatbelt for him.

"Shit," Dustin says. "Is he out again?"

"M'up," Eddie mumbles, though admittedly, he's not entirely sure he's up for moving.

"Go get Steve," Erica orders imperiously. "Someone needs to drag his sorry ass around again."

Eddie forces his eyes open. "M'up, m'up, I got this."

In the time it takes for him to get oriented well enough to notice that the car is in a garage, and then shuffle around to get his feet pointed in the direction of out, though, Dustin's apparently managed to collect Steve, who emerges from what Eddie assumes is the door to a house, wearing a pair of sweats and a Hawkins swim team sweatshirt.

Eddie waves his hands around, preemptively slapping Steve away before he can even get to him. "No," he tells him, as he comes to a stop just out of slapping range. "I know you've got stitches, too. No heavy lifting."

"We're not going to lift you, Eddie, we're just going to help," Nancy says, coming around to his other side, and -

Hmm.

"Yeah, okay," he agrees, lowering his arms for a moment before changing course, and holding one hand out to each of them.

Nancy takes one hand, and Steve the other, and they both step in closer to help guide him out of the car and to his feet. They promptly sling one of his arms over each of their shoulders, and start shuffling their way into the house. Eddie pretends the sharp hiss and the sting of tears in his eyes are due only to the edge of pain from the movement, and not to the fact that he's feeling overwhelmed again by just how willing all of them seem to be to help him when he needs it.

The house that they shuffle him through is fucking pristine, a laundry room that feels bigger than Eddie's kitchen right off the garage and into a hallway, a closed off double door to the right and then a massive living room. There's an l-shaped sofa all made up with pillows and blankets, and that's where they take him, letting him settle down on it with a sigh of relief.

"Robin's filling his prescriptions," Nancy says to Steve. "I'm going to go get her, we'll be back soon."

She heads out as the herd of children Eddie apparently belongs to now troop into the living room, their voices all clamoring together.

Steve whistles, sharp and clear and making Eddie wince, though it does cut through the noise.

"You two," he says, pointing at the Sinclairs. "With me, we're calling your parents from the kitchen. Dustin, you're after them."

The noise picks up again, and this time Eddie can make out loud protests. Steve puts his fingers to his mouth again, and nope, nope, Eddie does not want that sounding off this close to his ear again.

"Hey!" he roars, and even though it makes his throat hurt, it works to shut them up. "Thank you."

"Parents," Steve repeats. "Or they're going to come looking for you, and maybe no one else will think to look for you guys here, but they will."

Dustin groans, but he doesn't protest again.

"What are we even supposed to tell them?" Lucas grumbles.

Steve shrugs. "What do you usually tell them?"

Dustin considers. "…yeah, okay, the babysitter cover will probably still work."

"Add in the Starcourt special," Lucas says.

Eddie looks between them all. "Is any of that supposed to make sense?"

"I told you, our parents love Steve," Dustin says. "He's been beaten up enough protecting us that they think he's some kind of defender against bullies and natural disasters."

Unwillingly, Eddie remembers the headlines after Starcourt, puts it together with what Robin'd told him and how beat to hell Steve looked when Eddie saw him. It doesn't sit well with Eddie, how casually Dustin talks about Steve getting beat up protecting them, but he also remembers Dustin holding onto Steve like he was a lifeline back in the hospital, so he thinks maybe it's a coping mechanism as much as it's a belief that Steve is invincible.

"We'll just tell them Steve was with us when the earthquake hit, and he kept us safe, then we waited with him at the hospital until he was discharged," Lucas says. "It's not even technically a lie."

Erica snorts, unimpressed. "And how does that explain you three sneaking out of the house when the cops were there and running away?"

"The cops? Oh, fucking great," Steve mutters. "What'd they say to you, are you guys okay?"

Max waves her good hand. "They didn't have anything on us. We weren't under arrest, they didn't tell us not to leave the house. They've got nothing."

"Question," Eddie says, holding up a hand. "How does that fit in with Steve carrying my unconscious ass into the hospital and telling everyone we were attacked?"

"You were attacked by the real killer, obviously," Dustin says, rolling his eyes. "But we're not going to bring that out until things have settled down a little."

Eddie considers if it's worth protesting exactly how flimsy that cover story is, and how much it won't hold up to anything, but - well. If he thinks too much about how deeply screwed he is with this murder stuff, it just makes him panic, and he doesn't really have room for all of that right now considering he's barely able to physically function.

He's pretty sure their parents will be too focused on their kids being safe after the "earthquake" for now, so he lets it go.

Steve seems to agree - or comes to an entirely different conclusion with the same result, fuck if Eddie knows, because he just points at Lucas and Erica again. "Kitchen. Now."

The Sinclairs reluctantly follow him, leaving Max and Dustin alone with Eddie.

"They're probably going to make us come home," Dustin mutters.

Max gives him a disdainful look. "At least you probably have a home to go back to."

"Wait, what?" Eddie asks when Dustin winces.

"The trailer park's a wreck," Max says flatly. "The earthquake or whatever it was hit the worst at the gates."

The gates. One of which was on the ceiling of his living room, right where -

"My uncle," Eddie says, trying not to freak out. "Is he okay, has anyone-"

"He's fine!" Dustin says hurriedly. "He was already out of your guys' place, cause, you know, crime scene. The school's been set up as a temporary housing until they can get everything sorted out, he's there."

Fuck if that doesn't make Eddie feel guilty all over again, but knowing his uncle is at least physically safe calms him down.

Max looks a little abashed, like she'd forgotten that she wasn't the only one in this little group who lives on that side of town anymore, which makes his heart go out to her. It's easy to forget about the things that should divide them, when they're all focused on saving the world and just trying to survive another day. He wonders how she deals with it when they're not all caught up in the Upside Down - wonders if she just hasn't been dealing with it at all, considering he knows she's a new resident of Forest Hills and that she'd been pulling away from the group before this.

She doesn't say anything else, and he doesn't ask.

Steve comes back before it gets too awkward, eyes automatically landing on Max in a way that, for a ridiculous moment, makes Eddie wonder if the guy is actually psychic.

"Mrs. Sinclair is asking for you," Steve says. "Do you want to come talk to her?"

His voice is soft, gentle, and he gives Max time to think it over - Eddie gets the feeling that Steve already has an excuse prepared for the Sinclairs if Max says no.

Max's eyes dart over at Eddie and Dustin for a moment, like she's not sure she wants to say anything in front of them. Then she deflates a little and looks back at Steve.

"My mom call back?" she asks.

"Not yet," Steve replies. "We can try again."

Max's jaw sets, and she shakes her head. "No. I want to talk to Mrs. Sinclair."

She stands, and doesn't push Steve's arm off of her when he grabs her in for a side hug as he guides her back into the kitchen.

Dustin leans back in the recliner he'd claimed, propping his booted foot up on the footrest. "I'm going to see if Mom'll let me stay over here a few days," he declares.

"Good luck with that," Eddie says. "Your mom's love of Steve aside, you've been gone for days. I think she's entitled to a day or two of hovering over you."

Dustin's nose scrunches, like he really wants to protest that but he's pretty sure Eddie's right.

"Fine," he mutters. "But you guys have to agree to walkie me every night. Every night, Eddie. And you have to make sure Steve leaves it on, and charged up, and I'm going to make him promise to check in as soon as he wakes up in the morning."

His heart - his stupid, not nearly cynical enough heart - cracks a little. "I'm okay, Dustin. Steve and I made it out okay."

"This time," Dustin says, and he won't meet Eddie's eyes, his voice thick enough that Eddie suspects he's holding back tears. "But you almost didn't. You almost died, Eddie, if El hadn't been ready for Vecna maybe you would have. And Steve - he's my brother, and I know he thinks he's invincible but one day he's not going to be, and he doesn't know how much I need him, how much I need you both -"

"Hey," Steve says.

Dustin yelps at the same time that Eddie jumps, hissing when that pulls at his stitches.

"Shit, Steve, make some noise next time!" Dustin complains.

"Sorry," Steve says, then reaches out to ruffle Dustin's hair. "I know, Dustin. Eddie and I both know, okay? We need you, too."

Part of Eddie wants to wheel back, to tell Steve that's awfully presumptuous of him, but - the part of him that he doesn't want to acknowledge, the bigger part right now, really fucking likes the way Steve says we, the way it makes Dustin stop looking so broken.

"Go home for a few days, then you can tell your mom that you're worried I'm going to rip my stitches trying to take care of myself and come stay over for a while, okay? We'll do it just like the first time."

Dustin considers that for a moment, then nods. "Okay."

"Good," Steve says. "Because it's your turn. You want me to bring the phone out here?"

"Nah, I can make it." Dustin lets down the recliner and slowly shuffles his way to the kitchen.

Steve shoots Eddie a look, and there's something quiet and intense in his eyes, something that Eddie feels like he can almost get, if he just -

Then Steve's moving, following Dustin back to the kitchen, and it's gone.

Eddie's alone.

This is the first time since he spent that long, shitty night in the woods that he's actually had some space to himself without one of the others in this strange little party right there. Part of him thinks he should enjoy the reprieve, taking in a breath and letting it out without worrying about what anyone else might see. Part of him thinks he should be panicking, like he did every time he thought he might have been left alone in the hospital.

He doesn't know what he actually feels.

There's a faint murmur of voices from the kitchen, low and soothing, and he thinks - he thinks about how if he yelled, any one of them would come running for him. He thinks about how if he heard yelling from them, he'd be launching himself up off this sofa and scrambling for the kitchen, bloody bite wounds or not. He thinks about how he ran, and how he didn't, and how none of them seemed to blame him when he ran from an invisible monster that turned a girl who was nothing but nice to him into a broken doll, and how they yelled at him for almost dying when he didn't run from a mob of demon bats who almost tore him to pieces. He thinks about how not one of them ever called him a coward, thinks about how they dragged him out of hell and slept in his hospital room and whisked him off to safety.

He thinks, maybe, they might just keep him, even if he isn't Steve's soulmate.

Steve comes out of the kitchen, shoots him a little wry smile and says, "Kind of figured none of us really want to be alone right now," and Eddie -

He thinks, fuck, he still really wants to be Steve's soulmate anyway.

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Part 14

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie soulmate au #robin buckley #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #nancy wheeler

[monstersandmaw]

Unseelie story;

I absolutely find it hilarious that its the perfect fine, normal, human friend that's the one who gets into hijinks while out with their succubus friend, who you would think is actually the one who scampers off to cause trouble when their human friend's back is turned 😂

I can't imagine the surprise on the human mc's when she finds out she asked an Unseelie PRINCE for help.

Succubus; Wait... you asked him for help?

MC: Yeah... well, he wasn't exactly willing at first, but I pulled out the old puppy dog eyes and-

Succubus: He's a Prince.

MC: ...he's a what?

WIP snippet treats for anon. WIP snippet treats for anon for a thousand years.

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“I need a drink,” Lena hissed through clenched teeth. “This place sucks.”

“Len…” her friend began in concerned tones. “Len, what the fuck happened while I was gone?”

“I thought that pretending some random hot guy was my boyfriend would get that creep to back off,” she said as she took a seat at the bar and tried to get the attention of the bartender. “It worked, I guess.”

“You guess?” Jen breathed. “Len, do you know who the fuck that was?” she asked, her purple eyes wide and frightened for the first time that Lena could ever recall.

“No? Who is he?” she asked as ice slid slowly through her gut.

“Only the gods-damned Unseelie fucking Prince,” she snarled, the air around her sparking visibly like static on a winter jumper. “Creators, do you have a death wish? Did you perchance tell him your Name while you were at it? What did he ask in return for fending that creep off? How many years of servitude? Oh gods, did he take your soul?”

“Jen, calm down,” Lena said, confusion pulling at her expression. “I didn’t give him anything and he didn’t ask me for anything. He just… pulled me into his lap and kissed me bloody senseless, and then when the bastard had gone, I thanked him and walked away.”

“You… You ‘thanked’ him?” she bleated, looking horrified in a way Lena couldn’t understand. “Oh shit, Lena…”

“What? Is it rude to be polite to a prince now?” she asked. She’d have been lying if she’d said her heart rate wasn’t rising to about a thousand bpm at the realisation that she’d just snogged an Unseelie Fae, and a prince no less, but she hid it as best she could and waited for Jen to tell her what was really going on.

“Have you learned nothing at all about Fae in the three years we were at uni together? You don’t thank a Fae, Len.”

“I thank you all the time,” she countered as heat rose in her cheeks that had nothing at all to do with the temperature of the club.

“Yeah, but we’re friends. That’s different. Fae don’t do ‘favours’ for people, and definitely not royal Fae, Len. You do something and you get something in return but you always decide what the price is beforehand, otherwise they can ask you for something ludicrous, like… like the moon or your beating heart in a jar.” Jen paused, and when Lena just stared at her in blank horror, she spat, “If you say ‘thank you’, it dismisses what they did for you, and implies you won’t pay them at all, and only your betters can do that. So you just implied that you’re on the same social standing as the fucking Unseelie Prince, Lena.”

“Oh,” she said. “Shit.”

#Unseelie fae prince #succubus bestie #anon ask #fae x human #unseelie fae x human #wip

[radioactive-earthshine]

12 for the ask game!!

12. Pick up to 7 characters to star in a Teen Titans ongoing (any era or generation you like). What tone do you envision for this series?

I guess I'll just do my Jason Todd Lives AU Teen Titans Dream Team.

YES I know if Jason lived his team would likely just be Kon, Bart, Cassie, Greta and Cissie with little change in regards to lineup, he is only two years older than Tim - but let's for fun think of something else.

1.) Jason Todd "Robin" 2.) Eddie Bloomberg "Kid Devil" 3.) Rose Wilson "Ravager" 4.) Amy Winston "Amethyst" 5.) Virgil Hawkins "Static" 6.) Ray Terrill "The Ray" 7.) Arisia Rrab "Green Lantern"

With others including;

Courtney Whitmore "Stargirl/Star Spangled Kid" Grant Emerson "Damage" La'Gaan "Lagoon Boy" Raquel Ervin "Rocket" Zachary Zatara Isaiah Crockett "Hot Spot" Jaime Reyes "Blue Beetle"

And just randomly deciding to show up to be a member and they can't get rid of him...

Klarion Bleak "Klarion The Witch Boy" The tone for this series I think would be.... It gets better. We all hurt, we all are scared for the future, what might be there, but it will get better. I also imagine seeing them going off-world a few times with Arisia taking them to face X conflict and them going to Gemworld etc.

#jason todd #eddie bloomberg #rose wilson #amy winston #virgil hawkins #ray terril #arisia rrab #courtney whitmore #grant emerson #la'gaan #raquel ervin #zachary zatara #isaiah crockett #jaime reyes #klarion bleak #jason todd lives au

[chaifootsteps]

Hey, swearing anon (as I've been so dubbed) here

I was looking through a bunch of the leaked storyboards and I noticed something: the action scenes have gotten a LOT worse and I think that's because the boards focus more on static shots (why are there like 3 panels with no directions OR dialogue nearly identical to each other that's just blitz's face?). Could be completely wrong on that one, though.

What I am completely sure in saying is that it's incredibly hard to follow action now. Most recent example is in Oops when Striker pulls Fizz and Blitz in through the window. The camera's shaking all over the goddamn place and everything moves too fast to the point I had to rewind it. This was NOT a problem in season 1, with the best example of good action animation for Spindlehorse being in the DHORKs (I miss them.) episode. It wasn't PERFECT but it was given time to breathe and none of the characters fade into the background. There's also no shaky cam.

Shaky cam looks bad in million dollar action movies and it looks even worse in animation. It doesn't make anything feel more 'real' or 'intense', it just makes me kind of nauseous because of motion sickness. Also they just said 'fuck the colorblind', I guess? If I'm having trouble with characters melding with the scenery, I can't imagine someone who has a harder time differentiating color is having a better time of it.

These are BASIC THINGS! I don't know how they fucked it up so badly when they made one season that was pretty competent on at least the technical animation level.

Also I miss the DHORKs :( They reminded me of Dirk and Roxy Homestuck

It's bizarre because a lot of the time first seasons are the ones where they work out all the kinks and then season two comes along and the show really hits its stride. Helluva Boss just went backwards in literally every regard.

#Anonymous #helluva boss critical #actual blog post

[keirawantstocry]

🐦‍⬛ Salut. I had kinda sad but silly lovebirds idea.

Ghostq!Jaiden watching over qBaghera when she isnt with the dead eggs. Seeing Baghera learn of her death, seeing her cry. Desperately reaching out, and being shocked she could touch her, her form flicking in and out of visibility. Baghera choking up on her tears, shakily asking "Mon coeur?"

Jaiden smiles, her translucent form kneeling in front of Baghera. "Hey its okay,,,im still her. Sorta?" Her voice staticy, awkwardly chuckling at her own statement. Reaching up and cupping Baghera cheek, thumbing away her tears. A distinct cold static to her touch, Baghera still leans into it, basking in the strange contact. Resting forehead to forehead, feeling Jaiden's form flicker, whispering softly "please,,, please mon coeur, stay. Dont leave me again"

Jaiden sighs a windless sigh, feeling the strain of staying corporeal like this. "Dont worry dear. I'll still be here,,,even if you cant see me. I'll practice this,,,didnt think i could even do this, but I'll practice." Flickering out entirely for a moment, chuckling again "I promise Baghera,,, you'll see me again." Kissing her forehead and fading back to the ghostly plane. Still there yet not perceivable.

Tears falling again, laughing to herself "Guess I should invest in a Ouija board-" being cut off by that cold static sliding through her head. Looking where the feeling came from "did you really just tap the back of my head- Jaiden" only getting the sound of distant wind in reply.

okay i love this idea! imagine as well this if you will

once Jaiden figures out how to better materialize she starts teaching Bobby how to. Then Em gets to meet him. Just imagine it. Jaiden, Bobby, Em, Roier, Baghera, Cellbit, all of them just hanging out and having a good time.

and yeah jaiden and bobby are ghosts but they're there. at least for a little, they probably can't stay long but they try their best. for their family. its not quite like having them alive but it's something

#q!lovebirds #q!jaiden #q!baghera #qsmp #🐦‍⬛ anon

[outsiders-apo]

Hello again!

Sorry, I forgot that you wouldn't know what I meant by 'text'. I, and at least a few other voices here can see you like text on a screen. When you started being able to talk to us without Owen, it appeared like another screen option to click on. The text appears different for each person talking too. On your screen, you talking appears as plain black text, as does Owen on his. When we see you through the other's screen though, your text is red and his is orange. Rasbi appears purple on both screens. The text can be different sizes, bolded, or italicized depending on the tone of what you say.

The glitched text, however, is covered in strange symbols and glitches that trail off to the top and bottom, often obscuring other text. It is visibly very different from any other text.

Also, since it seems different for every voice, I thought I'd share? I do have a lot of other screens I can interact with. Hundreds of thousands, actually, and most of them I have never clicked. Some are text, like yours, and others are like videos. Some allow me to interact, and others I am merely a spectator. A lot of them are from entirely different worlds, or maybe universes, as well. Where the rules are different for life and sometimes even death is considered a temporary minor annoyance. On many occasions I have encountered multiple of the same person, too! In different worlds, and leading different lives, but unmistakably the same person with same name and face. Usually, they aren't aware of any other versions of themselves, but there are exceptions.

There are many voices out there like me too, I have encountered tens of thousands, even in just the 15-20 worlds I've seen.

Wow, this got a lot longer than I originally intended. Sorry about any potential information overload. -Purple Voice

Hey, Purple Voice! This looks like a lot, so I'm just gonna respond to it as best I can, yeah?

...Okay, first off: you see how we talk through text on a screen. That's... interesting. I guess I always assumed you could hear us? The colored text thing- that's really interesting. So I showed up as a separate application of sorts? Another page from Owen's? I guess that makes sense, as does the colored text thing. If I'm on Owen's screen, you guys would need a way to differentiate, as well as him on mine. So it sounds like the black text is kind of the default for whoever's talking, whoever's in charge? And Rasbi is purple. Interesting.

Woah, so if I STARTED YELLING REALLY LOUD, it would look different than if I were to whisper? Interesting. Really really interesting.

Oh, I remember the glitched text- that's what it looks like to you when Owen gets all static-y. Yeah. "Strange symbols"... huh. Is it anything like Vex Voice? Because I've noticed that Vex Voice sounds different from all the others too. Not static-y like the apparent "glitched text", but more... warbly, kind of. Like you're hearing them from underwater.

Oh! What it's like for you as a Voice! Yeah, I was always a little bit confused by that. You all seem the same to us, how can you all be so different? Some of you are ghosts, some of you are real people with real lives- it's a little bit crazy, the diversity among you. It sets my head reeling a little bit, I'll be honest.

"Other screens"... and you described talking to Owen and talking to me as "screens". Gotcha.

That's... that's a little bit crazy, actually. I'm guessing our screens are the text variety, from what you've said? That's actually insane. I can't imagine... hundreds of thousands? I have never... that's a little bit concerning, actually. That makes my head hurt, thinking about that.

Death as a minor annoyance? What?! That's... holy shit, man, that's certainly something else. Multiple of the same person? Are there... are there more than one of me? More than one Owen?

Wait. Holy shit.

Pastry Voice- I overheard them talking to Owen the other day, mentioning how one of his "brothers" had just gotten a "happy ending." Is that... is this what they meant by that? That's... this is a lot, but in a good way, a really good way! This is ridiculously helpful, Purple Voice, you have no idea. This... yeah, this really opened my eyes.

Wow.

That's... a little bit- a lot bit actually. That's ridiculously out of this world insane crazy.

And no worries about information overload- this was all super helpful. Thank you so much.

...

Wow.

#apokuna roleplay #outsiders smp roleplay #voices #main storyline #purple voice

[bluekwyrm]

Talking dogs?

Some days it really amazes me just how well Fay (my 1 y/o dog) understands language. Sure, she's a smart breed, but the way that goes beyond recognising the words I've been teaching her specifically, indicator words like 'outside' or 'sit' or 'weave' is something I'd never really imagined.

Surely everyone has seen a 'talking dog' at least once now, and while I never believed dogs would be able to hold full on conversations, I figured conditioning a dog to hit the 'outside' button when they want to go outside made sense. So I got Fay some buttons that could record some words and were easy for her to press.

At first, she dragged them all around the house, even reprogramming the noise to be just static, so I took them away. Recently, I've been reintroducing them, and she's taken to them quite well.

One of her buttons says 'help' and right now that's mostly used when her toy is in a place she can't reach. Sometimes it's difficult to figure out though, because she has also used that button to immediately run towards the door to go outside, or just when she's bored. A lot of it is still guessing.

Today, however, she hit it and came to me. I went through my regular questions, like "Help where?", which sometimes leads to her walking to a certain tool I use to fish things from underneath the couch, and "outside", to which she usually responds by barking and walking towards the door if that's what she wants.

This time, she sat down next to me, quietly (quiet? Fay? Yeah, apparently it happens XD). When I asked her again "Help where?" she licked her lips and swallowed hard. That prompted me to check her water bowl and guess what? It was empty!

So I filled it and walked back inside, where she still sat waiting. "Water," I said, with the gesture that we use to indicate water (yep, I use sign language for my doggo! Along with vocal cues. Works wonderfully!) "Water is in the kitchen (another indicator word!). Go look."

She went, drank water, came back, and gave me big cuddles. I'm so proud! Is it legit 'talking'? Nah. Am I 100% certain she fully comprehended that conversation? Not really. But we are figuring out our way to communicate and I think that's pretty awesome :3

#Fay #Language #Talking pets #Buttons #Communication #Bluekwyrm

[p1nkcanoe]

I'm inviting myself into your inbox and building a nest like a really tall bird. Don't worry, I bring snacks. Anyway, your fic Love Like Ghosts is taking up so much of my brain, do you have any more thoughts on it? Do Mountain and Swiss ever find out what was happening? Does it become something he looks forward to? Does Aether ever reveal his mischief?

ooo yay!! I’ll be sure to drop by every hour just to drop by and share little snacks. and eventually i'll work up the confidence to sit and stay for a while <3

and speaking of love like ghosts, i'm glad you asked because i've had a few silly little thoughts. nsfw stuff under the cut, you know the drill... lets discuss.

first of all, aether definitely works open the lock of his door shortly after it all ends, closes it behind him before anyone can follow him in. i like to imagine him walking towards his bed slowly, a poisonous and amused smirk on his lips as he takes in the pathetic sight of the multi ghoul shaking and covered in his mess. swiss can barely life his head, his body is exhausted and his muscles feel like jelly. he hears aeth come in, listens to his footsteps as he comes closer, and his body flushes hot with embarrassment at the feeling of his eyes burning hot into his sweaty skin.

"what do we have here, huh?" aeth says once he reaches the edge of the bed. he places a hand against his spine and before he even makes contact that tingle of quintessence is there like a million tiny needles. swiss shivers, anticipating something but he doesn't exactly know what. the ghost cock? aeth's? something else? aeth chuckles as he peers at his backside, running his hand over the curve of his ass and down his thigh so that he can drag a finger back up through the leaking drip of mountain's cum. “guess mountain wasn’t tired after all.”

and suddenly everything clicks. well, kind of. swiss has a lot of questions, the first of many being “how???”

___

now, what if now that swiss knows the tricks of aether's little game that he gets very quickly intrigued with the possibilities and the vast potential? (did this sentence even make sense..? idk lmao)

lets just say he gets acclimated to the static of quintessence up his spine, has figured out the invisible timer that ticks down before he’s fucked within an inch of his life, and starts to look forward to it. there’s something so erotic about knowing your packmate is fucking himself the way he likes it, abusing a fleshlight that appeared out of nowhere, and apparently liking it a little more than he liked. and swiss has created a pornographic scene for himself, too. he's been fucked in the privacy of his own room, fucked in the shower, fucked in the common room with another ghoul feet away... there's a thrill in it and he can't get enough.

and maybe swiss gets curious and a little too horny for his own good and sneaks into both dew’s and rain’s rooms while they’re sleeping just to steal their favorite toys and return them later on, hexxed and tethered to his own body. and maybe he also manages to steal a strap or two from the ghoulettes just for a little fun. needless to say, aether gets really good at manipulating his magick and swiss has never cum more in his life. and right when he thinks that it couldn’t possibly get any better, a box shows up on his desk, the picture on the front: a pocketpussy in a clear shell speckled with glitter. premium, realistic silicone, it reads in bold, red font. stuck to the top is a sticky note:

“this one’s for you, choose wisely”

#kinda rambled but this fic is my baby #troubleghoul #love like ghosts #p1nk cb #p1nk ficlet

[oflights]

I feel like I don’t have a static idea about Draco and Harry’s feelings towards each other at Hogwarts. I agree with you about the animosity being real and partly driven by a need for control. I especially like that last part, as I don’t think I had put it that way to myself before and it helps explain That Whole Thing. Anyway I think part of what drove Draco’s anger towards Harry is like. A profound frustration with Harry for not seeing his obvious merits and not knowing how to cope with the rage attendant to being flatly rejected and rejected in front of his friends, too. I imagine Draco did not have much experience with either rejection or with self soothing, and he copes by trying to show everyone at Hogwarts that there is Something Wrong with Harry Potter because only a freak would reject him and treat his overtures with such contemptuous ingratitude.

yeah i think the "rapidly obsessed with draco malfoy" bit can definitely be romanticized as it tends to be and i fully agree with you, i don't think i'm fully static about this either. and tbh i probably give the shitty author too much credit when assigning any depth to that storyline; i think joanne hated draco at that point and meant all of that to be like "harry forget this pathetic little creep, he can't even kill anyone, he's no threat whatsoever, you can neutralize him by accident" which explains why DH was the way it was.

ANYWAY, ignoring her idiocy, i totally agree with you about how draco feels towards harry. he had almost certainly never been rejected before, definitely never by someone who 1. never regretted it 2. thrived without him 3. bested him 4. swayed other's opinions towards him etc. that's a lot of resentment built up over the years, and in my brain it takes a lot more than what happened during the war to soothe that on draco's part (because i think a lot of that would cause contemptuous ingratitude on his part, too, knowing how much of it was because harry just felt bad for him).

i guess my main headcanon is that they both need time, maturity, and seeing each other in new, lesser stakes contexts to truly fall for each other, which is almost exclusively what i write lol. if i ever write a hogwarts era fic, the canon divergence would have to be big to lead to romance (and i have ideas for that!!)

#teledild0nix #asks #oflights headcanons

[willel]

OMG imagine this: El finds there aren't any Eggos at home so of course she's all upset and maybe a bit grumpy (since Eggos are her morning coffee) and Will, being the sweetheart that he is, manifests a whole bunch of them. Just imagine the way her face would light up. Just imagine the small innocent chuckle Will would let out while being hugged tightly by his sister. *Insert the Kermit with the breathing mask pic or something* 😭😭😭😭

Hehhh, this has spurred an idea.

It's a bit after the finale and they're all aware of Will's powers. The Byers/Hopper family (Boppers? Byoppers? HmmmMmMM) ANYWAY, they've settled in a new place, protected once again by Owens and his side of the government. They retain a sense of normalcy.

But, as we know, the Byers/Hopper family is not a normal family. Now that the danger has passed, El has gained a great interest in Will's abilities that helped her save the day. Every opportunity she gets, she tries to get him to test them out little by little and see his limits, but he's very resistant.

But then an emergency happens. They are out of Eggos. She has o money and Jonathan, Joyce, AND Hopper are currently out. Of course, there's only one solution to this.

"Please Will, it's only some Eggos."

"Yeah, it's just Eggos. We can wait and get some tomorrow??"

"I can't WAIT until tomorrow. I will have nothing to eat for midnight snack OR breakfast."

"El please..." Will was trying to concentrate on a doodle. She observed all the crumbled up paper around him, frustration evident in his slumped posture.

"Will, please." She mimicked in a similar tone. "It will be your practice for the week. I will share them with you AND it might help you come up with new art ideas." Will gave her a look. She knew that Will hated eggos so he didn't want to share. Never mind the silly thought that manifesting her a box of eggos would somehow inspire him.

"If you do this for me, I won't ask for the rest of the week. I promise. I... pinky promise," she added. Holding up her finger towards him. It was a silly little habit they developed. The pinky did not guarantee the promise would go unbroken, but it was a nice gesture.

"... Fine..." Will hesitantly locked his pinky with hers.

"Don't worry, I'll be with you the whole time."

Will and El sat across the table from one another. As usual, he looked anxious. She reached across, reassuringly patting his hand.

Since the final battle, Will tried to convince himself he didn't have powers. 'It was just the Upside Down' he told himself and his friends. But El knew better. It took weeks to coax him to try it in the real world. A simple test, create a new paintbrush. One of the ones they couldn't afford to buy. A really fancy one.

It was a ridiculous use of such a power, but it worked. It also made Will sick for three days, just like it took him weeks to recover after the final battle. Using his power drained him, but it was only because he wasn't used to them yet. She was sure if he used them more, he wouldn't get so exhausted after just once use.

"Now, close your eyes." El instructed him.

"I know I know."

"Imagine the Eggo box... homestyle flavor... eight count."

The television across the room flickered, harshly switching between the show Will was absently watching and static.

"... Actually... we can save time... if you imagine two or three Eggo boxes," she added quietly. If Will could rearrange the entire Upside Down, a couple of boxes of Eggos shouldn't be that big of a deal.

"Imagine... when you're stronger... IF you get stronger... you could fill the whole house with Eggos. I wonder how many boxes that would be... 100 boxes? 200? Oh... maybe 1000? 2000? Oh... a million! We could fill the entire basement and the upstairs." El chuckled." We wouldn't have to buy Eggos ever again. But I guess we wouldn't be able to mov-"

---------------------------------------------

When Joyce arrived home, she was greeted with an awful scene. Police, fire trucks, and an ambulance were parked haphazardly outside their home. An entire crowd had gathered, it looked like a disaster struck.

A disaster did strike.

She knew what happened the minute she saw Eggo boxes streaming from their broken windows and the front door. It didn't take long for her to find the culprits in the ambulance. El sat guiltily on the bench while Will was strapped to a gurney with a mask over his face.

"We think... a shipment must've fallen from an airplane..." The officer told her.

"Yes... of course. That makes sense," she lied, glancing sternly over at El and Will still in the ambulance. How in the hell is Owens going to cover up this mess? She pondered.

#stranger things #will byers #el hopper #fanfiction #headcanon #yeah so El accidently puts too many thoughts in Will's head as he concentrates and BOOM #my content #NO FLUFF HERE WE GET SOME DISASTER TWINS #YEAHHHHH #ask

[bumblingbabooshka]

Hi,

I really like your art and I love reading all your ideas in your tags. I especially like how you go into Tuvok's bond with T'pel and how her absence affected him.

Since his bond was a combination of two minds creating something greater than the sum of its parts, how do you think this affected Tuvok when he and Neelix were fused as Tuvix? The relationship and similarities between being fused and having a bond mate. Do you think that Tuvok may have felt whole for a bit? Was it super invasive and in no way comparable to what he had with his wife? Or was is painfully similar, in that he longed for it. I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter. :)

(I'm really sorry if you already went into this)

I'm so sorry this took so long when you were so kind to me v_v I just forget things. Also!! There's no need for you to be even a little bit sorry let alone 'really' sorry~!! I haven't talked about this and even if I had - whatever, 's all good~!! I think the Tuvix things would be distinctly different from a meld or a marriage bond and I illustrated this in pictures bc it helps me visualize it better! (They're just lil sketchbook doodles)

So like, using Tuvok/T'Pel for this since she's his bondmate. When Tuvok has a stable bond with T'Pel they are 'two bodies one mind' but since they are two bodies and do different things all day/have different personalities/upbringings their 'one mind' is constantly being shaped by the two of them. They are distinct beings who are just constantly sharing ideas, thoughts and feelings with one another. They're more of a 'unit' in my mind than a singular person. I used the IDIC symbol to visualize this bc I realized it was sort of similar; two seemingly disparate shapes come together to make something beautiful, but you can still see all the parts that make the whole. Meanwhile Tuvix is a distinct person. Neelix and Tuvok don't communicate while they are joined within him (as evidenced by the fact that they can't be asked their opinion on separating him in the episode. They have essentially 'died' in order to make Tuvix) and Tuvix seems to view them as more his parents. They provide a certain amount of background for him (he remembers their relationships with people) but has his own will and talents separate from them (He appears to be shown as very charismatic which neither Neelix nor Tuvok seem to be in canon, though I personally find them charming). I would characterize Tuvix more of a 'son'. Tuvok and Neelix's experiences are his 'upbringing' but they are no longer there to have opinions on what's happening. He can guess what they would think but as he's a distinct person his thoughts on them are colored by his own personality. (As evidenced by him saying they'd both want him to live which Janeway challenges) I visualized this through numbers. When you see the number '3' you can imagine how it got there...2+1, 4-1, etc but you can't see it. I also wanted to show two people who are not bonded. As you can see Tuvok is a 'whole' person without a bondmate but I imagine he wouldn't feel that way because of how long he's operated as a bonded mind. As he said, "I feel incomplete without them." To me it doesn't seem that being part of Tuvix would be comparable to a bondmate as 'Tuvok' doesn't exist while part of Tuvix. He isn't a 'unit' he's a small and static component of a completely different person. Hypothetically, if Tuvix had been allowed to live he would have probably eventually stopped closely resembling either Neelix or Tuvok as he would have other things and experiences to draw from in regards to who he was. It's sort of the difference between discussing where you want to eat with someone else as opposed to reading online reviews?? You wouldn't really say you came up with a decision together in the latter case.

But I also don't think Tuvok would find it invasive. I think he would find things like his brainwashing by Teero or being assimilated into the borg invasive but the Tuvix situation feels more like he'd think it was 'interesting' or 'mildly disconcerting'. He might vaguely dislike the thought of almost being unfaithful to his wife but also have to just accept that Tuvix wasn't him v_v which I think he could do pretty easily. Maybe Neelix would be more perturbed by it hehe...~

#Q&A #40cleverways #this was a very interesting question and also I love talking about Tuvok and how I see Vulcan bonds #so I REALLY don't know why I didn't ans wer it for like SO long I'm SORRY #It's honestly amazing ppl wanna ask me stuff about things so thank you very much~!!! #I hope this answers your question~!! And hey - this is only my opinion...it's canon gray area! #if ANYTHING I would think him being assimilated into the borg would weirdly and complicatedly be more similar #though still not exactly like it (as borg have no free will) and very invasive/frightening #I think about Seven saying she misses the 'voices' of the collective and how alone she felt without them and I look at Tuvok and I go hmmmm #same hat???????? #st voyager

[kpdeek]

Episode 14 Predictions (After the Fight)

This is a continuation post from my Episode 14 Predictions (The Couples) post. When I first started watching KP, I used to make inferences about what's going to happen. Then at some point I stopped because the show took impressive twists and turns that I didn't see coming. But, with the final episode coming up, I thought, huh. This might be something fun to do for the last time.

I've split these posts into multiple because they're pretty long. This post will focus on what I think will happen after the fight at the main family house, and how I think the season will conclude. Assuming everything I've imagined in my previous posts actually happens:

KimChay will make up and be 'friends' on the way to rekindling their relationship. Basically starting from scratch. Kim is too closed off as a person for his personality to do a complete 180, and Chay is too wise and stubborn to just simply take him back. But considering most of their relationship was offscreen, and looked to be more serious than the show initially let on, I'm prepared to be wrong.

As for KinnPorsche, I can't see anything but a happy ending. They've done so well working through every other issue they've faced. They've been more mature than I expected time and again, so I don't see how they wouldn't work things out this time. I just really, really, really want them to stay together in the end, therefore I'm manifesting that 'happy' ending.

VegasPete won't be together. Yet. I say this because in my previous post I guessed that Vegas might get shot, so we would end the season with him healing in hospital. Pete might leave the major family because he wants to be by Vegas's side, and Kinn might see this as a conflict of interest (even IF Vegas was fighting on his side in the fight). I'd be satisfied with this kind of ending/beginning for them because they can start anew in a world outside of the dungeon or safe house, in a brighter and more optimistic world now that Kan is dead (I think Kan will die. If not, then Korn better. One of the brothers needs to die in order for me to be satisfied).

TimeTay: I'm certain Time and Tay have an entire story to be told, and that could be something the producers have put aside for a potential season 2 (again, Pond did say that the show was written with the intention of having a follow up season, but nothing has been confirmed regarding that thus far). I would have liked to see more of them, but there was a lot the show couldn't fit in with the number of episodes there are, so I understand why we didn't. Will we see them in the final EP? Probably, at the end, after the dust from the fight has settled. Oooh, but maybe we'll get another reference to Tem and what may have happened between him and Time? I'd like to see them in the fight, though, arriving to back up their friend. But seeing as how they dipped when Korn arrived to Porsche's house in EP12, this is highly unlikely. They wouldn't get involved in main family affairs.

Jom, Tem: they're not a couple, and so far have been static characters throughout the show. I know in the novels Tem is involved in the TimeTay relationship somehow, but I don't see that happening in the last episode (unless something is referenced, of course). But I think they'll mostly stay static until the end, and will find out what Porsche has been working as this entire time.

Some questions I have that I don't necessarily have inferences for: Does Kinn complete the power transition and officially take over the leadership of their clan? Or does he make the decision to leave and follow Porsche (because I don't see Porsche remaining a bodyguard after all this)? When he finds out about VegasPete, what will his reaction be? If Vegas fights on his side, then his reaction can't be too violent. If Vegas is fighting against him, then I expect to see a highly pissed off Kinn. And if Kinn does defect from his leadership role, then who takes over?

Okay, I'm driving myself crazy as I write this on KPTS Finale Eve (it's still Friday for me 🥲), because I see all the issues with these predictions even as I write them out and think on them some more. But as mentioned in my previous posts, this is just for fun and something I like to do to pass the time in between episodes. I look forward to everything I've guessed being wrong, and I won't even be upset about it.

EDIT: Big lives. Just because I want him to.

#kinnporschetheseries #kinnporsche cast #kinnporsche #kimchay #vegaspete #apo nattawin #bible wichapas #kinnporsche ep13 #barcode tinnasit #build jakapan #kinnporche the series #mile phakphum #kinnporsche ep14 #kinnporsche ep14 predictions

[youvereachedthebadend]

Maybe we should talk more about the possibility that you’ll have to live with it? I don’t think that would happen, but I think it might feel less stressful if you can imagine a future where you live with it and you’re still okay

Jackie lets out a long breath. "Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good."

"Have you tried the worst-case best-case realistic exercise?" Stacy asks.

"The what?"

"Oh, it's something Chase taught me about," she continues. "If there's something you're nervous about, you talk about the worst-case scenario, the best-case scenario, and the most realistic scenario. It's supposed to help with anxiety."

Jackie nods slowly. "Yeah... I can do that."

"Alright. What's the worst case scenario in your mind, then? Under the circumstances where we can't get rid of the corruption."

"Um..." Jackie shifts slightly. "I guess... the worst thing that could happen would be... I-I somehow relapse back into Error. Become him again. A-and Jack can't undo it again so I'd be stuck like that and everyone would hate me."

We'd never hate you, Jackie, Marvin says.

"Funny, because in this worst-case scenario you'd be the one to try killing me."

Marvin makes a face. I never tried to kill you even when we were on the run. It was always defensive.

"I know, but this is the worst-case scenario."

"Alright, what's the best thing that could happen, then?" Stacy asks.

"Uh... I guess that it just goes away on its own," Jackie says slowly. "All the glitches and the weird numbness just... stops. And we all move on."

Stacy nods. "What do you think is most likely to happen?"

"I... don't know. That things will keep being like... this." Jackie clenches and opens his fist a couple times. Red static flickers around his fingers, cutting into them. He doesn't really react, just reaches into his pocket to take out some Band-Aids. "And it'll just be like that until I die."

Morbid way of putting it, Marvin says.

"Well we're being realistic, and it's not like I'm gonna live forever. You get what I mean."

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye au #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #jackanswers #stacyanswers #marvanswers #the-earnest-system

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 48 - apple cutting

Did someone say anchor statement???

"I’d pick up travelling companions for a few days here and there, but for the most part I would spend weeks without speaking my own language." - As someone from East/Central Europe with a bunch of US friends I talked about this a lot and how it affects us. Like the US is huge, but in every state they will speak your language. In Europe I can drive 100 north, boom, Czech. 250 km to the south, boom, Slovenian. 300 km south, Italian. 300 km east, Hungarian. 300 km southeast, Serbocroatian… Only big brother Germany is convenient xD And trust me, there are so, sooo many people who really can't speak English in Europe. There was a study not long ago which claimed that Austria was the second best European country regarding being able to speak English (Number 1 was the Netherlands, if I remember correctly) and I was shocked, like "How bad is it in other countries then because Austrians are shit when it comes to English."

"Obviously, I couldn’t do another four months, but I figured that just the one would let me revisit my favorite spots in the south – Slovenia, Switzerland, Bavaria, Italy, maybe Monaco or bits of southern France." - Wow, wonderfully left out the obvious space of Austria there, I'm heartbroken (jk, I know Austria gets full attention in two statements).

Somehow, now hearing a British person talking about travel in Italy I can't think of anything other than James May, our man in Italy! XD

Last year for vacation I was in Italy in September as well. It's really perfect, school has started again so you're off-season and the weather is still super warm or even hot.

"He was pale, scrawny almost, and looked utterly out of place. His loose, bright shirt was in stark contrast to his long, black hair." - Gerry!

"He was staring at me with an air of concentration. Like he was trying to read something written very small on my forehead." - Hahahaha, I imagine him squinting at Andrea Nuniz with a puzzled look on his face XD

"what he wanted was to have a nice holiday in peace. He said it in a really accusatory way, like I was ruining his holiday somehow, and I said so. He sighed and said that he wasn’t in the business of helping strays" - very subtle static there. Also I just wanna say that I love Gerry. Good-hearted characters are often described as Golden Retrievers, which doesn't really fit him very well, so I'd say he's that stray dog that pretends they don't care but is actually really friendly and kind.

"Was I married? Did I have a fiance, partner, friends? I told him no, not really. I was just about sick of his stupid questions, but he sounded oddly desperate. Siblings? No." - Desperately scrambling for an anchor to save that poor traveller's life.

"Mother? Of course I had a mother." - lol

"As I left, I heard him call after me, telling me to remember my mother, to keep her face in my mind." - anchor, anchor, anchor!

"My first move was to try and locate that street market he’d mentioned. Perhaps it wasn’t just hidden away, perhaps it had been actually illegal, and he’d gotten caught up in something he shouldn’t have." - Well good idea going to look for him on your own, I guess?…

"My first move was to try and locate that street market he’d mentioned. Perhaps it wasn’t just hidden away, perhaps it had been actually illegal, and he’d gotten caught up in something he shouldn’t have." - Good job, Jon!

"She’s been doing her work with the same diligence as before the Prentiss incident" - I think it's hilarious that the Not!Them had to work an office job for about 6 to 7 months XD

Oh yes, ending with a wonderful scene about evidence of Jon getting more and more unhinged. Great comedy! On my first listen I really didn't expect Elias to be the big bad at this point, just a normal corporate asshole. I actually thought Martin was kinda sus, disappearing into the tunnel during the Prentiss attack, finding Gertrude's body, the letter to his mother etc. Not in a bad way sus, I just thought he would definitely be more involved than it seems.

He was a lot more involved in the end

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #lycanlovingvampyre #mag 48

[lightvsdark18]

Responses to voicelines (Rook)

Très bien! You grow more radiant by the day. I can only imagine how beautiful you will be tomorrow!

Um, thank you for the compliment. Though, I don't believe I look that good.

Non... Speak not. At this point, I can hear your inner voice just by gazing into your eyes.

Heh.

School Uniform

Bonjour. What world will you whisk me off to today?

Um, the library I guess.

I'm quite intrigued by your actions. Would you permit me to follow you around for a day?

What? No.

Something about you seems different from yesterday. Hold on, let me guess what it is.

*stares at him with a confused smile*

Uniforms can only be worn for a limited period of one's life. That gives them a transient beauty, don't you think?

I guess.

P.E. Uniform

You find working up a sweat to be embarrassing? Non! What is more magnifique than exerting yourself to the fullest?

I'm embarrassed by the boys staring at me.

I'm quite athletic, if you'd believe it. Care to test me with a game of tag?

I rather not.

Labwear

One's innate beauty is static, while the beauty of one's growth is dynamic. I wonder which is the source of your radiance?

I wonder that too.

When someone runs from you, it makes you want to pursue them all the more. I trust you know what I mean? Be ready if you decide to run from me.

Dude, what the hell.

Ceremonial Robes

What a coincidence—I was just hoping to see you. Could this be fate at work?

Or that we're going to the same place.

You noticed I have a different scent? I'm wearing cologne today. Do you like it?

Not my type of scent, but not bad.

Your eye makeup is a bit smeared, and it's doing your face no favors. Shall I fix it for you?

I can do it myself.

Let's see if I can't get that makeup of yours into shape, hm? Now, what color best suits your eyes...?

Yellow or orange. Heh.

Dorm Uniform

Have you, too, developed an appreciation for what true beauty is?

Yes, but I'm not close to your appreciation for beauty.

Are you staying properly hydrated? Your lips are looking a tad parched.

Um, no. I should drink some water.

Isn't the Pomefiore dorm uniform lovely? I rather like it, myself.

It look comfortable and warm.

The inner lining of this uniform has a pattern based on the apples the Queen was so fond of. Frightening, yet riveting, no? Such is the essence of beauty.

Wow, that's cool. Or beautiful, I should say.

Oh, are you tense? It's easy to tell when your heart rate is elevated.

You're making me more concerned every day.

Suitor Suit

Ahh, marriage... I am fickle by nature and am captivated by any beautiful thing I see. I don't think I'm ready to marry just yet.

I mean, you are 18.

What words of love would stir you? Do tell.

Why would I tell you?

You're certainly cheerful. I imagine my days would be enchanting if I spent them all with you.

Aw, thank you.

Halloween

Relax. You have nothing to fear. Just close your eyes...and give yourself over to me.

Now I'm more freaked out.

Curious about my fangs, are you? If you wish to know if they're as sharp as a carnivore's canines, well...I could always demonstrate on you.

Please don't.

Marshmallows, candy, chocolate… I have plenty of treats to share, but I'd like to see what kind of trick you have up your sleeve.

It's this. *Sprays him with silly string*

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