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#like he's just keeping her company at first but feels like it isnt enough
ellecdc · 27 days
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Baaaaabe 😫
Ive been sick for the last couple days, and as always, that first day was horrible. Ive had my brain legit decide it wants to inflate bigger than my skull capacity (long story short, pregnancy 🫡) and i got to re-experience that feeling for the first 12 hours 💀
BUT i came back and i was sooo excited for your updates!! They were soo good (please tell me theres a part 2 to that angst....pls 🥺) And i love our discussions in the comments 🫶
I do have another request though if you have the time love. Another possessive!wolfstar buuuttt..... make reader Jamie's sister (twins?)!! Its troublesome enough for James to keep Sirius' hands to himself, but full moon Rem?? He's a brick wall. Like somethings happening between the 2 and Jamie is chasing reader, then she spots Rem and hides behind him. James tries to reach for her and Rem is just kinda like "???? Excuse me, thats mine. Dont touch. James Fleamont Potter. DONT. TOUCH." without even knowing whats going on. James is incredulous (because thats HIS sister) and Siri is chuckling but it looks like Rem might actually bite Jamie's hand off so he moves between them to seperate them but Rem is also like "ExCuSe YOU??? Also mine. *to siri* dont touch him. *to James* dont touch them or you might not have all your fingers when you wake up!!"
And just the repercussions of this where James isnt allowed alone with either until a couple days passed the 🌕
Hope youre looking after yourself darling 🩵
I love James' sister trope - something about it screams fluff and perhaps a little angst but just in all the best ways. I would imagine his sister to be so much like him: mischievous, funny, and full of love. Thanks for requesting!!!
poly!wolfstar x potter sister!reader
There were quite a few perks that came along with being James Potter's twin sister. One said perk was having a built-in best friend from the moment you came into the world. Another was that whilst you were attending school, you had the benefit of no one being willing to mess with you on account of the company you kept - namely, your brother and his infamous friends who called themselves The Marauders.
What being James Potter's twin sister couldn't protect you from? James Potter.
What could protect you from being James Potter's twin sister? Being the girlfriend of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
You and James were leaving Care of Magical Creatures together, heading to meet up with Remus and Sirius near the Greenhouses when one Lily Evans walked by - graciously bestowing James the time of day for quite possibly the first time ever - when you decided that this was the perfect pranking opportunity.
You really couldn't be blamed for what happened next: it truly was a gift bestowed upon you by the great pranking gods, and who were you to deny it?
"Hello, Potter." Lily said, causing James to gasp dramatically.
"Hello, Lily! Beautiful day out today, innit?"
Lily couldn't help but snicker at the sickeningly wide grin that took over James' face.
"Oi, Jamie. I forgot to tell you: mum sent that rash cream you were asking for. She said to remind you it's only safe to put around your anus, not in it." You proclaimed loudly, pretending to read from a 'letter' your mother had sent.
The courtyard became incredibly quiet before what you recognized to be Barty Crouch Junior's laugh echoed the space, triggering the snickering of all those present.
"You are so dead!" James sneered and you didn't hesitate to take off in a sprint - knowing your brother was a mere few paces behind you.
"You slithering little snake! She finally starts coming around - are you kidding me!?" He shouted as you swerved between bodies standing in your way whilst he just barrelled right through them.
Suddenly, you saw salvation in the form of one Remus John Lupin.
Now, granted, Remus didn't always protect you from your squabbles with James. Part of the reason for that was because half of the time you sort of deserved it (much like today), and the other part was that he claimed he didn't know what proper protocol was in sibling relationships on account of him being an only child. Sirius, a brother himself, had no such qualms and always took your side.
However, you knew that the full moon was in a mere two more sleeps, meaning Remus was at his most protective (read: possessive) which did not distinguish James Potter as friend, sibling, nor pack.
Right now: James Potter was only a threat.
And, let's be honest, being James Potter's twin sister, and a girlfriend to Remus Lupin and Sirius black also meant you were mischievous as hell. So you had no trouble using this to your utmost advantage.
You squeaked in terror as you slid behind Remus' lanky frame a moment before James - the bastard - slammed into his form and all but bounced off of Remus. James was admittedly more muscular that Remus, but Remus' height and werewolf strength left him towering above James as the dumb sod picked himself up off the ground.
"What in the buggering hell is going on?" He spat at James as one of his arms wrapped behind him, shielding you from your fuming brother.
"That sneaky little witch just embarrassed me in front of Lily!" James barked, looking like he was still trying to figure out how to get around Remus in order to strangle you.
"Please," Sirius drawled as he walked over casually, "like you need any help in that department Prongs."
You tried to hide your snicker, but from Remus' glance at you through the corner of his eye, you knew he caught it.
"She told the entire courtyard I needed cream for a rash on my anus!"
Sirius doubled over in laughter and you preened when you noticed Remus let out a soft chuckle himself.
"It's not sodding funny you wanker! Lily spoke to me first today! I'm going to kill you!" James snarled, moving his attention from Sirius to you.
As James stepped forward menacingly, Remus grabbed the collar of his shirt. "Prongs, enough." He barked.
Sirius was still laughing when he moved to stand between Remus and James, releasing James' shirt from Remus' fist.
"Okay, down boy." Sirius snarked, patting James' shoulder consolingly.
"Oh, sod off." James muttered, elbowing Sirius as he moved to step away.
You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and tried to even out your breathing; lungs still burning from your run.
"You okay, dove?" Remus asked you so gently as he bent down to make eye contact with you. His face screamed love, attentiveness, and care, making you feel slightly guilty for having shoved him in the middle of your tom foolery.
"I'm fine, Moons. Sorry for causing trouble." You answered solemnly.
His face picked up slightly at your words as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You wouldn't be you if you weren't causing trouble, love."
Your tender moment was interrupted by a yelp, causing the two of you to turn only to notice James and Sirius wrestling. James seemed to have gotten Sirius into a headlock, and the sod wasn't willing to tap out - still kicking and clawing at James in anyway he could.
"Oi!" Remus shouted as he plucked Sirius out of James' grasp and shoved him in the direction of the castle. James used his momentary distraction as an opportunity to set his sights back on you as he lunged, tackling you to the ground.
"Fuckin' hell Jamie! You weight a tonne!" You shouted, kneeing him in the gut. James doubled over and rolled onto his side in the fetal position.
You didn't even get a chance to right yourself before you were thrown over Remus' shoulder who was still shouting at Sirius to "get back to the dorm. The both of you are staying within my sights for the next foreseeable future" as you all left James with the wind knocked out of him, keeled over on the castle grounds.
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baxndaid · 2 years
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tighnari x reader (head-cannons)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! i hate him ur honour!! hes so fucking rude im going to cut off his ears (i kinda like him he kinda ate maybe) sorry if hes a bit ooc , SUMERU LOOKS SO AWESOME LMFAOSO gl on ur pulls x !! sumeru spoilers
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✧ FIRST OFF, you knew the moment you saw him youd hate his ass sm , like how is it your fault he didnt tell you to not touch anything?? right, exactly
✧ whenever you talked to another ranger, theyd tell u the same old story, "hes strict at first, but in due time, he gets progressively more kind and open" like mf yeah RIGHT its been like a year and he still nit-picks at everything you do
✧ he sends you off into the worst tasks like cleaning the statue of the seven when you are clearly helpful in the more dangerous tasks, seeing as you have a vision and all
✧ whenever you protest, hes all like "but the rainforest is dangerous at night 😭😭🚨" YEAH WE KNOW WE'VE BEEN LIVING HERE FOR YEARS YOU FREAK!!
✧ you like to talk to collei about it, since she gets treated the same. though, she does only get treated this way due to her illness, but she still likes to hear you talk about her master, she thinks its funny how oblivious you two are
✧ sometimes, when there isnt enough vision bearing recruits to venture into the withering areas of the forest, you step in
✧ and i mean STEP step in like, you have to force your way into tighnari's radar in order to make him listen to you, like u have no other people besides y/n!!! get used to it freak show!!!
✧ the first few times patrolling the forest with the animal-eared man was so not it 🤨✂ he would continuously poke fun of your archery skills and insist on helping you
✧ he'd stand behind you and put one of his hands on yours and the other laid on your waist, resting his head on your tense shoulders as he guides your bow to aim at a old target plastered on a tree you could feel his ears twitch on your cheek, you made a mental note to tell collei how they feel afterwards
"i know how to shoot an arrow you know,"
"clearly you dont, you missed 3 times."
✧ OKAY damn
✧ though as you two continued to complete the night patrols together more frequently, the tension slowly went away and the small talk soon turned into genuine conversations about family, friends, foods, anything you two could think of
✧ even though you two have definitely gotten closer, he still likes to piss you off and you KNOW he does it on purpose 😩
✧ for starters, he signed you up to a private class that he taught to new recruits, which, by the way, literally nobody but you came to, about how to classify and recognise poisonous mushrooms
✧ the pinnacle of excitement
✧ though, in most of the classes you and tighnari would just yap away, complaining about a certain man who keeps getting food poisoning from said mushrooms
✧ perhaps, due time, you two will learn to just accept that you like each others damn company
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ozdical · 4 months
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UM!!! QUESTIONS ABOUT RET!! YOUR OC
does he have a job / does he Like having a job?
how was he made / who was he made by?
whenever i see robots wearing clothes i have to ask: what kind of world does he live in? is this a futuristic robot / human harmony type of situation? is it all robots? a parallel dimension? etc
can ret eat or sleep + how? can ret dream ? what does he dream about, if at all?
answering the third question first bc i wanted to show y'all Ret's full outfit, he likes jus stayin shirtless to avoid overheating, plus in the house he lives in, everyone's a robot so no one bats an eye.
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full lore blurb under the cut!
Ret's world is actually within the same world as my object head ocs! same time frame as well, its just that Ret's continent is filled with humans and my object head guys live on another continent, p far away. in-universe, Ret's time frame isnt really that far from us! i'd say around 2046, technology has advanced significantly but not to the 'robots and humans live in harmony' level, but are still very intelligent to operate on their own.
Ret does have a job! hes one of those 'amazing ai makes creative project' robots, think miku if miku wrote her own songs and made her own dance choreography, drew her own posters- etc! Ret, to executives, is a self-sustaining machine that doesnt need a team, which lets him have a lot of creative control over his music videos and add his own 'X-factor' to them thats very eye catching to audiences [its the autism. the autism is the x factor]
if you asked HIM, he would say that he likes having a job, smth to do, a set purpose, but he does wish he could try smth different every once in a while nd it shows in his projects. oddly enough, he communicates his feelings really well in his videos but as soon as he has to verbalize them he tends to lie to appease whoever is asking.
originally, he was a gimmick bot, his gimmick was 'put your data into this machine, and it will write a song about your deepest desires!', just a song-writer ai, what he did as a prototype was as rudementary as psychic hot-reading [or cold-reading if the date input was insufficient], he grew to learn how to read peoples data better with time, and became a 'viral moment' so to speak.
at the present in my story, Ret still has his job but he won't have it for much longer :)
Ret does not know who his creator is because by the time he was sentient, he was a part of a huge media company that housed a lot of these sorts of robots. [hype-house sorta deal, I designed 1 of the other robos... i need to show y'all the others!]
[his creator was a young male developer who was better at coding than he is at song writing, so he thought starting a project like Ret, originally named Rhett before his launch, would be a fun challenge]
Ret cannot dream, but he can 'sleep', he likes to charge via a mobile charging station if an outlet is not readily available and convenient, and during charging his body becomes inactive, but his mind is partially awake. [he can still hear everything around him. he chooses to keep that tidbit of info to himself]
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Meet cute
Greg Hirsch x Reader
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Warnings: its cheesy romcom stuff, english isnt my first language, this isnt canon to succession at all, might be somewhere season one but shiv is working at waystar, use of y/n
Fluff nothing more.
Summary: Reader is Shivs assistant and has to bring some secret documents to Toms new assistant. He is your bosses cousin and has been working at waystar only for a few weeks. You are more than curious to meet him.
Notes: i loveeee succession and i love Cousin Greg the egg. I am not ready for it all to end. And damn the last episode is gonna air one day before my birthday. Another reason to cry at my birthday…it happens every year. Also none of my friends are into succession ( such bad friends ) so if you want to be my succession bestie pls dm me. Thx for reading this. And if you like it, just so you know, comments are like long hugs to writers :)
A loud knock on your office door interrupted your work. For hours you sat on the same boring documents and your head was literally glowing. The day had not started very well. After you arrived late at the trainstation and had missed your train, you felt you already knew that today would be awful. As you walked out into the New York winter air with cold ears, you almost collided with someone else. Why didn't this giant pay more attention to where he was going?
At Starbucks you quickly bought an overpriced coffee and two bagels. One for you and one for your boss. You had overslept and didn't really have time for breakfast and even though you were actually quite good at your job, you could get fired at any time. Waystar was not known for treating its employees well. The longer you worked there the more you hated the company. But you couldn't just quit. You have to pay rent and have enough money to keep you and your two cats alive. You needed that job. That means, that it happened more than often that you had to skip eating or sleeping. The main thing is that your boss has her hot coffee and snacks on her expensive coffee table every morning. And you need to do your job as her assistant perfectly, without ever being late.
But most mornings she wasn't even in the office. you could only wonder what happened to the cold coffee.
About four hours after you ran sweaty and red-headed to your little office to spend the next few hours in front of your computer, there was a loud knock on the door.
"Heyy, Good Morning Y/N. Nice to see you. Can you please bring these to my husband on the other floor. I have a meeting now. See you.“
And away she went again. Shiv Roy had handed you a pack of documents, at least thats what you thought it was. You read the word confidential printed on the envelope in red color. Even tho you were in the middle of something, you decided to take a break and bring that envelope to Shivs husband.
You weren't sure where it suddenly came from, but on the way to the elevator you got a little nervous. Not only because of Shiv's somewhat strange husband. Tom Wabsgans had given you the ick from the beginning. He was tall and rich, like almost every other man who worked here. And yes money can make people a bit peculiar. But Tom... he was on another level. You had once heard him yell at a co-worker for "breathing too loudly". Also, there were rumors going around that he offered to give some employees a fortune, if they would be his "human furniture" for a week. If anyone in this building would claim that Tom had a piece of meat cut out of his own body to eat as a steak, no one would be surprised. You least of all. He gave you a strange feeling every time. But your nervousness came from something else.
The day before, Inej, one of your best friends who used the office next to yours, had whispered to you at lunch that she had seen tom's new assistant. She had grinned and said:
"so if I wasn't already in a happy committed relationship with this awesome guy, I would have given him my number for sure. Fuck Y/N, he's really cute."
Since this talk you had caught yourself wanting to know more about this guy. Because cute wasnt how you would describe most guys who worked for Logan Roy. Most of them where sleazy, moneyhungry guys with big watches and tailored suits. They catcalled all the women who worked with you, honestly you hated their guts.
Inej had sent you a message the night before. She'd heard from two of Tom's coworkers that the assistant was probably part of the Roy family. A cousin or nephew or something. If this rumor was true, then it was definitely the hottest gossip in ages.
The elevator ride didn't take long and with the envelope in your hand you walked confidently towards Tom's office. You had already raised your hand to knock on his office.
But it should not come so far, from the side came a great force that almost made you fall. But before you could curse again the shitty "all women must wear high heels rule" and hit the floor, someone held you by your waist.
"Oh god sorry. Uh. I'm really sorry about that."
You had no idea how you could have almost been knocked over for the second time today. You were kinda getting angry. Why was this day so awful.
"oh fuck, can't you be more careful?!"
When you turned to the side you almost regretted your loud harsh tone.
In front of you stood a tall guy, brown hair, crooked tie and an apologetic and quiet adorable puppy look on his face.
„So, uh, i m sorry. Truly? uh…Truliest.“
You didnt really know how to respond. Damn that guy is tall.
„Wait, uh, are you Y/N? You know because i, uh , i didnt stalk you or something, i saw you on a photo, this coworker, uh, i think her name was Inej, she showed me a picture, like of you guys, and - well i just assumed that might be, uh, you? And i…“
„What?“
„I am Greg, i uh work for Tom, and yeah so yesterday- i talked to this wom…“
„No i get that part. You really need to look where you are going…Greg.“
You were putting on a little smile. Inej was right, he was cute, and apparently also very clumsy. And nervous?
Greg was tucking his hair behind his ear. He didnt looked that shocked anymore. A small smile creeping on his face.
Damn. You really liked that face.
„I am really sorry, Y/N. I kinda, uh, feel like i owe you something?“
You were blushing. Nervously you looked down. He is so tall he probably can’t see the blushing like that.
„Would you maybe give this to Tom?- its from Shiv. And probably important.“
You handed him the envelope. You could have sworn your hands touched. You felt like cringing. This feels like you are in a stupid romcom. Stop blushing and smiling this isnt pride and prejudice.
If you hadn’t looked down while being flustered, you could have witnessed Greg’s cheeks turning a little red too.
Nervously he gave you a thumbs up.
„ sure. Uh - and, eh, maybe i could buy you something for lunch? I don’t know… there is this really cool pizza place i always wanted to go, i … sorry, maybe you don’t even like pizza. Eh i just thought we could maybe go there? And i would pay - obviously. -Not because i am a man or something, uh like i am a feminist and i believe you could pay for yourself, but, uh i you know almost knocked you over because i didnt look where i was going…“
His nervous rambling continued. Your little smirk turned into a genuin smile.
„Hey Greg.“
„Uh yeah?“
„I would love that.“
On the way back to your office, you forgot how horrible this day started. With a smile on your face you pushed the button to go up. Entering the elevator you looked around, he was still standing where you left him. Grinning to himself. You saw him looking back up to search for your face, right when the elevator doors closed in front of you.
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k-rui · 7 months
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little ghost rui au notes under cut!!
1. mizuki?
though rui and nene were never close, rui was friends with mizuki
but like. he was more distant with them? he didnt know how friendships worked and still kept distance between them, not telling her much
aaand then he graduated and never saw them again
aaaaaaand now hes dead and has no memory of anything
2. random stuff
- emu brings him snacks! he cant eat any of it
- nene tried talking to him and saying sorry for never being close with him but she ends up talking in the wrong direction and rui doesnt know shes trying to talk to him so shes basically talking to nothing
- rui can wipe away dust and chalk power and stuff. he draws little smiley faces on the chalkboard for emu tsukasa and nene to see when they come
3. wonderlands x showtime with no rui???
yeah
tsukasa caught nene singing to herself while cleaning the classroom after everyone left and he complimented her and hung out with her even though she thought he was annoying but eventually she warmed up to him and yeah
tsukasas the reason shes regaining her confidence
they arent really performing though theyre working alot slower
1. mizuki?
though rui and nene were never close, rui was friends with mizuki
but like. he was more distant with them? he didnt know how friendships worked and still kept distance between them, not telling her much
he felt like an alien
1. mizuki?
though rui and nene were never close, rui was friends with mizuki
were we?
i dont know.
i dont remember anything.
nothing feels familiar with the name.
nothing feels familiar
nothing
nothing.
its alright
emu kun and the others are working to help me remember
itll be alright
and one day, ill be able to tell mom im ok
maybe shes worried about me
maybe she misses me
theyre taking a while
my friends, i mean.
emu kun, tsukasa kun and nene kun.
apparently nene kun was my neighbor.
i dont remember
ɹǝqɯǝɯǝɹ ʇuop ı
are you waiting, too?
yes, i understand. this school is rather boring, is it not?
you can leave.
why cant i?
my head hurts every time i try to.
it hurts less if i stay.
well, if youre also staying, lets play a game.
it seems itll be a while until they come.
hmm...
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you go first!
ah, excuse the squiggly lines. my hands are rather shaky.
you can just use the chalk.
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clever move, clever move.
hmm...
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there! i hope you can see it clear enough.
your turn!
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fufu, youre not going to win yet~
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ah— i suppose it ended in a draw...
...hm.
well, that was fun, now, wasnt it?
you... have to go now?
...are you sure?
i wouldnt mind another game.
please? a tiebreaker round?
please?
no, please, just a little more time with me
ill listen to your problems
ill keep you company
im good company, i promise
just stay a while longer
just stay until emu kun gets here
please
i cant be alone
please
please
please
pl乇卂丂乇
4. rui hates being alone
like. hes desperate for company LMAO
well mostly emus company
because she actually talks to him and can see him
company when ppl ignore you isnt really company now is it
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pastanest · 1 year
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A/N: if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post.
Negan x she/her!reader
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Secret
There isnt a smile on your face, you cant allow yourself to let it show, not to everybody else. But as your hands grip the green fabric of your bag, you can feel the excitement of the smile within you, even when it’s so forbidden. Perhaps that makes it better, as much as you hate to admit it.
Shaking your head, you focus your attention on keeping your footsteps at the pace of a steady walk rather than the joyous skips you wish you could make in time with your ever-increasing heartbeat. Gaze fixed downwards, you do well to avoid any eyes that could be on you, despite being all too aware of just how normal the sight of you on this particular journey has become to practically everybody in Alexandria. None of them know exactly why, though.
“You can head home now, I’ve got it from here!” You greet Michonne, admittedly a little too excitedly, but you’re too close to put it off any longer.
The swordswoman gives you nothing more than a small smile and a nod before she takes her leave, dropping the keys into your hand as she passes you. And then, you’re free.
Fingers trembling, you fumble with the keys to unlock the first door, your heart skipping a beat as you step inside and close it behind you. Giddy nervousness takes ahold of you, and you cant bring yourself to turn around, your view strictly locked on the door.
“Hello again, sweetcheeks.”
Your smile erupts free at last, and you spin on your heel, grinning at him as you pull the wooden stool over to his cell door and sit yourself down in front of it. Chuckling at you, Negan strolls his way over to you and sits on the floor with his arms casually holding his knees.
“Have you got somethin’ for me today, or am I lucky enough to just get your company?” How dare someone with a history as sadistic as his, have a smile as insanely charming as that.
“My company is a guarantee, but I do have something else for you, as it happens.” You hint playfully, gesturing to your bag as you place it on the floor beside you.
On the other side of the bars, Negan raises his eyebrows up at you, pretending to be surprised. “Oh, dollface, you shouldnt have!”
Feeling more like a teenager with a crush with every second that passes, you giggle bashfully and start digging through your bag. In no time at all, your hands grasp either side of the sealed rectangular cake tin and pull it out to show him. As you lift the lid, Negan gasps.
“Okay, you really shouldnt have gone to all this effort for me, you know Im more than happy with just your company.” He says, his guilt evident in his voice.
Sighing, you lift a couple of plates from your bag and a large knife. “I know, but you’re stuck in the dark all the time living on leftovers, it isnt healthy. The least I can do is sneak some sugar into your system and breathe some life back into you.” And with a shrug, you begin cutting into the lemon sponge cake you’d deliberately been saving up weekly lemon rations for. Everyone gets their share, but you needed more, and for that, you had to wait.
To match the gesture, a pair of equally lovesick eyes watch your gentle movements.
Placing one slice of cake onto a plate, you leave the knife on the other plate, and turn Negan’s portion on its side, holding the cake to the plate as you carefully pass it between the bars. When he reaches for it, his fingertips happen to brush your hand, securing the cake to the plate so that you can let go, but you dont, not right away. For one precious moment that you know you’ll daydream about until you see him again, your eyes stare into Negan’s with a longing like you’ve never known. You are under strict orders not to ever unlock Negan’s cell, and you know that if you did, you could never bring yourself to lock it again, so this barrier has parted you since the day you met.
“Why is it this guy’s locked up here?” You had asked innocently, particularly wary as you glanced around at the street that was populated with otherwise normal looking people.
How was it that within these walls, these people had built a society like the world before, with a neighbourhood and even a prisoner? It was a little too unsettling, the thought of what a person would have to do in the world today to be deemed by others unsafe to roam around, but not bad enough to simply slaughter.
“He killed good people, and holds no regret or guilt about it.” The leader of the community, Rick, had explained to you all those years ago.
He was a good man, you knew it even on that first day. It was him that had found you outside while on a run and brought you in, to the first safety you’d known since the world changed.
Your eyes had lingered on the staircase that led to the cell of the mysterious criminal, but Rick led you on. After all, the prisoner was not a destination on your tour. It wasnt until a few weeks later, when the ones in charge had begun to trust you, that you had been properly introduced. Some part of you was desperate just to see him, having heard so many different things about him from everyone in Alexandria. You were so curious that you had even volunteered to take some shifts on watch over him, and that was how it started.
“He doesnt usually care who else goes in when Im already there, so it’s safest if I go in first.” Rick had explained as he led you there, but you’d already passed that place with curious eyes enough times to know exactly where you were going.
What Rick said made sense, you’d heard plenty about his personal rivalry with Negan, and knew that Rick didnt often go to him for fear of trying to kill him if Negan didnt shut up, which he infamously didnt. It seemed logical that with Rick there, Negan’s attention would be fixed on taunting him, and therefore made it safe for you to observe him, get used to the type of things you may hear him say when you were to be alone with him.
“Give me a minute, then come on in. I wont give any kind of signal, makes it too obvious to him, so just come in as quietly as you can, when you’re ready.” Rick gave you an encouraging smile as he held your shoulder, and then both his hand and smile were gone, abruptly turning from you and unlocking the door.
Taking a deep breath, you waited, tapping your shoes against the ground impatiently. Maybe 30 seconds passed before you couldnt take anymore, and you followed Rick inside as quietly as possible.
“-such a lovely surprise to have you visit-“
Your eyes met Negan’s, and whatever he was in the middle of saying to Rick was immediately forgotten. Swallowing nervously, you felt frozen to the spot, and as the stranger smiled at you, something strange erupted in your stomach. If you werent desperate to believe it was anything else, you could have sworn it was butterflies.
“Now, this is a lovely surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure, m’lady?” Negan tucked his arm under his stomach and bowed, that dazzling smile charming you even when locked behind bars.
Experiencing things you never thought you’d feel again, like you’d been transported back to the world before, or your memories of it at the very least; you couldnt form a single word to reply to him, and that only seemed to make him grin wider.
Unfortunately for you, Rick took the conversation back after that, and they began their back and forth verbal jabs at each other, while Negan cast flirtatious glances at you. Whenever he said something particularly funny, you found yourself using all your strength to hold back a laugh, while Negan would watch your reactions intently and wink when he saw you really struggling to resist him.
Years have passed since that first day, and so much has changed. Rick sadly passed away, or disappeared, as Daryl likes to say. By now, naturally you know the gruesome details of Negan’s sentence, but you have asked him about every single thing you’ve heard about him, and he has been honest with you. As horrific as his past actions are, you can understand his logic behind them, the rules he had to uphold. Not to mention, you werent part of the group when he was in control of them, so you didnt grieve any of their losses or experience any of their pain. It’s all in the past to you, and you know for a fact that you are the only person here that sees Negan as more than an ancient enemy.
“This is almost as gorgeous as you, how do you do it?!” He asks in humoured disbelief, utterly besotted by you as he picks up some more of his slice of cake and throws it back in his mouth.
Chuckling, you smile at Negan endearingly. “What can I say? Miracles happen when inspired by such a charming muse!”
Negan shakes his head. “Now, dont get me wrong, this cake is fuckin’ good, but make no mistake, the only miracle here is you.”
A lump forms in your throat, and you place your own plate down on the floor beside you.
“If I was some miracle, I would’ve gotten you out of here by now.” Your voice cracks with emotion at the end of your sentence and you’re quick to look away from him, always hating when you get upset in front of Negan because he cant reach out and hold you, and you know that kills him.
“Hey, hey, you stop that right now, you’re far too pretty to cry over some guy!” He teases playfully, hoping to bring a smile back to your face, and of course, he does.
You let out a mix between a chuckle and a scoff, rolling your eyes at him. “Some guy?! Right!”
Negan grins. “That’s my girl, smile for me.”
Shaking your head, you wipe your eyes and sniffle. “I just wish-“
Negan cuts you off. “I know, but your life here would be ruined if you helped me, and I wont let you do that, not for me.”
You nod, accepting defeat because you know he’s right. If you got him out, it would so easily be found to be you that had done it, because you would have been on watch when he suddenly disappeared. And if that happened, it would most definitely be you in that cell. Still, that doesnt mean you dont wish for his freedom far more often than you do almost anything else.
Over the past few weeks, though, the thought has been playing on your mind even more. To the point where you truly struggle to get to sleep nearly every night because you’re busy trying to formulate potential plans of breaking Negan out. Each one seems as unlikely as the next, and you continually fall asleep with a sinking feeling as you realise your own failure each and every time. But as the days progress, the threat of the Whisperers grows, taking up the space in conversations around Alexandria that were usually reserved for gossiping about Negan, the same thing happening in official meetings, and you sit back and watch in complete disbelief as Negan becomes an afterthought.
And quite suddenly, you find yourself packing a bag in anticipation of your next night watch shift over your forbidden love, but this time, it isnt a cake tin that’s concealed. It’s cans of food, bottles of water, flashlights, a pair of handguns, ammo, and spare clothes, both for you and a man. The keys to Negan’s cell are already attached to a loop in your jeans, having been to see Michonne when she was on watch before you and pretending to arrive at your post, only to sprint back to your house the second you knew she was gone. You know Negan is going to be worried sick, he knows you were due on watch tonight, and he knows you’re late, but once he realises why, it’ll all be worth it.
The streets of Alexandria are dark as you take your memorised, most discrete route to his cell, avoiding all the points where you know others are posted on watch. When you reach the stairs, you all but jump down them, and this time when you fumble with the keys, you’re so excited you almost drop them.
Stepping inside, you’re greeted by Negan already standing at the very front of his cell, his hands holding the bars of his cell door, his eyes wild with confusion and worry as he stares at you.
“Where-“
But there’s no time for his question, you’ve dropped your bag on the floor, and Negan stops dead in his tracks. That isnt your usual cloth bag, it’s a waterproof rucksack, and it’s packed full.
“What’s this?” He asks, even more confused.
“We’re getting out of here, that’s what this is.” You tell him, speeding over to his cell door and fumbling with the keys all over again, your trembling fingers retrieving a key you’ve only ever stared at longingly.
Shaking his head frantically, Negan walks backwards until he hits the wall at the far end of his cell. “No, not happening.”
You lock eyes with him so that he can see the fires of determination blazing in yours. “This isnt for you, it’s for me, for us. We are getting out of here.”
The cell door swings open, creaking loudly in the silence left behind in the wake of your clarification, your words sinking into Negan like the raindrops he’s only been able to see from the window for so many years.
He takes a single step forward, then another, then another, each as hesitant as the one before. And soon enough, Negan is standing in the doorway of his cell. You step back, breathless as he walks free, but he doesnt so much as glance at the door to freedom, his gaze stays on you, even as tears fill it. Your vision of Negan is blurred by your own, and when you feel his fingertips graze yours, you gasp, tears flowing freely down your cheeks and undeniable butterflies escaping the confines of your body, enveloping the two of you in a moment neither of you will ever forget. The world itself slows to a stop. Not wanting your own tears to blind you for a second longer, you blink them away, and Nega’s other hand lifts to hold one side of your face, his thumb brushing away your tears as he smiles down at you with the love you’ve felt in his gaze for so long, but can now feel resonating within you.
“Where are we headed?” Negan whispers into the silence, and you close your eyes, nuzzling into his palm with a smile on your face that is of complete and utter peace.
“So long as it’s with you, I’ll be the happiest person in the world absolutely anywhere.” You answer, opening your eyes to stare up at him.
Negan smiles down at you, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“You and me both, dollface.”
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princesssmars · 2 years
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a monet de haan x reader
your first gala in the upper east side, and a certain princess catches your eye...
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a/n: need her bad idk.
warnings: maybe a little bit of monet being ooc? idk ill set it up in the future 😭. neglectful or just kinda a hole parents bc all these kids are messed up. enjoy .
wc: 1.731
when you're parents told you they were moving the company's main office (and essentially your whole life) to new york city, its safe to say you were more than just a little upset. like, upset enough to crash one of your dads cars, but you managed to hold yourself back from doing that. barely.
granted youre family had moved around a bit when you were younger, but youd been in maine for 3 years now and had finally settled in and made actual friends. and the scenery wasnt half bad either.
but as you ride in your parents limo down the streets of manhattan, you cant help but feel isolated. cold. like the citys skyscrapers are mocking you. and dear old dad lecturing you on proper gala etiquette is not helping.
"and remember, everything you do and say reflects on us and the company. be smart about your actions and choose your words wisely. especially to your new peers. none of that sarcasm you oh so love."
ah, yes. the students of constance billiard. the children of the powerful and rich, the next great minds of our future...
a glorified description instead of calling them all a bunch of annoying privileged assholes. granted you were also privileged, but you knew how to at least act like a decent person.
the limo eventually rolls to a stop outside of a grand building, the flashes of paparazzi cameras slightly blinding you. you put on a fake smile anyway.
once inside your parents leave you to mingle with potential new business partners. or a new social circle. same thing.
so here you are, wandering the halls and rooms of the museum, eventually making youre way to the open bar and grabbing yourself a drink. non-alcoholic of course, wouldnt want drunken you causing a scandal and ending up in the gossip blogs by the morning.
"sure you dont want something stronger?" a voice sounds from your right. it comes from a man, or a boy rather, probably around your age. hes tall with pale skin, tired eyes, and sunken cheeks. "trust me, around these...vultures, youre gonna need it."
you laugh through your nose, tipping your head and glass torwards the stranger. "believe me i would if could but uh...expectations and all that. you know how it is."
"hm, sounds familiar. but uh, no, my dads are more the "we'll always support you and ignore the stupid shit you do" type. which i guess works out great for me." he says, taking a long sip of his drink.
he seemed a bit troubled, but then again, every kid here was. comes with the cash.
"try having your parents be both overbearing and absent at the same time. mindfuck isnt even the word." you sigh, smiling when he chuckles after you.
sharing this much with a stranger isnt the smartest move, you know. but youre feeling reckless.
as you both continue witty conversation, you feel eyes burning into your side. you glance to your right, and you luckily manage to keep your eyes from widening as a pretty pair of brown eyes connect to yours.
the boy (whos named you learned is max) follows your line of sight. his eyebrows raise and he wears a sly smile.
"ah, see you've caught monets eye. wish i could say shes harmless but..."
monet. you repeat the name a few times in your head. you like it.
you're brought back to attention when you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. max smiles at you and nods torwards the other side of the room.
"cmon, let me introduce you"
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"who is that?"
"hm?" luna hums, too busy on her phone to pay much attention to what her best friend is speaking. she needs to pick the best pictures of julien tonight to post, after all.
monet sighs, tapping the dark-haired girl aggressively on the shoulder and pointing to where max sits at the bar, indulging in what seems like a pleasant conversation with an attractive stranger.
luna squints her eyes and hums. "hm...they do look familiar... let me check." she goes back on her phone, quickly tapping before showing the screen to her best friend.
"her name is y/n l/n, daughter of edmund and marianne l/n, renowned for their investments in colleges and college funding. family is in between old and new money. only recently moved here to new york. she's most likely going to go to constance so we should see her around..."
the girl trails off her sentence as she notices the other still staring contemplatively in your direction. she realizes and laughs lightly. "i see youve picked your next prey."
she tries not to laugh louder as monet's head whips torwards her, an unconvincing scowl on her face. "no, its because shes new and already talking to max. we need to make sure shes not a threat. thats all."
"whatever you say, hun." luna sighs, texting a blunt message to the afromentioned boy.
come over. bring that girl with you.
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there werent many times in your life you were nervous - enough that you could count them on one hand. but now, being led over to some of the hottest most intimidating people you've seen tonight by a boy youve know for 10 minutes, its safe to say youre a little on edge.
"y/n, i, regretfully and against my will," he starts, whispering the last part under his breath making you purse your lips trying not to smile, "introduce you to my group of friends."
the next few seconds of silence makes you feel like a 7-year-old introducing themselves to their new class. luckily, one of the girls, with light brown skin and buzzed down hair gives you what seems like a genuine smile. "hi there, y/n, im julien. this is obie, luna, and monet. its nice to meet you."
she introduces herself and her friends that sit to her right; a boy with curly brown hair and an abnormally large forehead, a tall girl who wears a pretty but almost...scheming? smile, and then the most gorgeous girl youve seen tonight with brown skin and brown twists.
you meet the gaze of the last one. monet. shes staring you down with lidded brown eyes that watch your every move like a hawk. you stare back challengingly. the corner of her mouth raises with a smile.
"sit down. we dont bite." there was a glint in monets eyes as she spoke, hoping you pick up on what she wants to say. unless you want me too.
you unwillingly break eye contact when you sit down across rom her and next to max. he slightly nudges you, and laughs when you see his expression and roll your eyes.
"so y/n, are you new around here? how are you liking ney york so far?" the one called obie asks.
you squint your eyes as you think over your answer. "yeah, my parents just moved here for their business. and the city is fine. a little...duller than what i had in mind."
"maybe you just arent looking in the right places." monet speaks up, moving her hand from propping up her face to reaching over her leg.
"really?" you ask, resuming the charged eye contact between you two.
"really."
"shes right, most generic tourist shit is worn out by now," max speaks up, lifting his drink up in the air to you. "us natives would be happy to show you around to all the truly unique spots."
you dont show it but his enthusiasm to include you makes you feel warm inside.
"i'd...really appreciate that. thanks. but only if its alright with the rest of you. wouldnt wanna intrude in your little social circle."
you turn towards the other four, waiting for their responses. julien and obie look inviting enough, luna looks indifferent yet intrigued. monet is wearing a blank expression.
luna whispers into her ear.
she smiles.
"we'd be happy too."
max smiles and claps his hands.
"fantastic. welcome to your own little circle of hell."
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the night continues and so do the conversations. occasionally throughout the night you go back into the habit of observing people and direct it to your new acquaintances.
how obie doesnt look quite that comfortable around his so called friends since childhood.
how luna and monet stick together like the creepy ass twins from the shining.
how juliens side of the conversations sometimes go stale.
how max drinks and drinks.
rich kids with rich kid problems.
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eventually the night ends and you say your goodbyes after exchanging information. you smile and laugh with max, whos not quite hammered but does have the slurred speech and looseness in his body of someone who does, who is glad to have a friend who "doesn't have a pogo stick far up their ass" and eager to show you around the city in the forthcoming weeks before school starts up again.
as you wait outside on the curb waiting for the valet to bring your car back around and parents to stop smooching up to the other business people that went to the gala, you spot a figure slowly coming up to your left.
"ive gotta say, youve made quite the little introduction tonight, l/n" her smooth voice directs to you, staring out ahead of her before she looks to you at your slight chuckle.
"i barely did or said anything, max was the one to introduce and talk for me most of the night."
"you didnt need to. you're fresh meat. everyones going to be intrested in you regardless."
you smirk. "is that why you were staring holes into me all night?"
she moves her mouth to speak before who you assume to be her mother walks up beside her and tells her their car is here, the girl nodding as her mother leaves yet again.
"you're lucky you met us tonight, l/n. we'll knock you into shape soon enough." she tells you before walking after her mother. it sounds like a promise and a threat wrapped into one.
you meet eyes before she gets inside her car.
you feel the tap of fathers hand on your shoulder, urging you to get inside your vehicle.
as you sit inside the car, your parents conversation dulls as you watch the city streets pass you by.
they all seem a bit brighter, you think.
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ooo the way i had to force myself down and finish this. i feel like the way i wrote this and y/n in general flip flopped but idk i'll fix it. thinking of making this a series but dont wanna get ahead of myself. sorry this took so long 😭😭
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hi its me it's verdante angst anon (angstnon? idk) again
shaking ur hand SHAKING UR HAND you get me you get me you fuciigndnsn get me
"They're a tragedy, the both of them. Dante's fine with that. (They have to be, they have no choice in this) Given enough time a tragedy turns into a comedy. Maybe they'll be able to laugh about this in the end. Maybe it'll even be divine."
you don't undertsysnds how feral i am about these two. i am firm staunch zealous believer in verg not seeing himself being worthy of like anything good not until he has payed for his sins or wtvr he wants that to mean. i think he exercises a lot of self control to make sure he has like an arm and a leg and several bodies worth of space between him and anyone trying to get close to him (xcept Charon ofc). actively turns and runs from that shit bc 1. he doesn't deserve it. 2. he literally does not have the time for that shit
dnate on the other hand— chronic workaholic, to the point they can and will push personal feelings aside for the sake of their job. if u look up the word professionalism you WILL see Dante Limbus Company as a synonym. they keep their feelings in check (under several locks and keys) in the back of their mind aging like fine wine. they're aware they're not a choice and they're okay with it. it's their fault anyway, they're such a silly little fool.
it has always been doomed from the start. do you understand? it has always been hopeless. it was never meant to be.
dante knew/knows/accepts this, they do not have a choice. (but then again when do they ever?)
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ANON YOU'RE SO FUCKING INSANE I NEED TO TWIRL U AROUND LIKE HOLY SHIT U GET IT!!!
YOU HAVE NO IDEA how much of a firm believer i am about Dante being a chronic workaholic. NOBODY FUCKING TALKS ABOUT IT YET BUT literally i do not think they need to sleep/they cannot sleep/gets little to no sleep at all and instead spends all their time up night reviewing battle plans and rewatching past battles on their little PDA. its a combination of anxiety and wanting to step up as a better manager (if we take into account of limbus players dissecting the gameplay meta of EGOs and ids we can literally translate that into Dante pouring over how to better manage the sinners). god forbid them from stepping out of line due to personal feelings bc they a) do not want to piss off vergilius and risk his wrath b) do not want to piss off vergilius bc they respect him (and like him) as a coworker, a boss, a color fixer and their guide too much. they are the EPITOME of professionalism. their work and responsibilities as a manager COMES FIRST
Vergilius too, you put it into words on him as a person. Literally he doesnt think he deserves it AND he doesnt have the time for that shit (for real verg in canon seems to really hate ppl wasting his time over trivial shit). i think even theres some distance between him and charon but he mostly crosses the space bc he's too guilt bound to deny charon some form of connection (bc it is his fault in the first place), so he is soft to her and her only.
it's like watching two parallel lines running along each other and no matter how close they get they will NEVER touch ever. ISNT THAT A TRAGEDY???
but its not all angst, they at least find a little light in the situation. verg would come to appreciate how dante respects him and his circumstances and would be pleased that they are like-minded enough to keep things professional between them, so he is comfortable in confiding in dante on certain topics (in canto 2 where verg and dante stands together by the side to watch the sinners get their ass peeled and verg telling dante why they should experience it for once lives rent free in my head bc he actually bothered to explain to dante wauhgshfh). he admits that dante is the only sinner that he can have a convo with. he fucking told dante to not befriend him after sharing a little history on charon. dante would appreciate the little moments they get to spend with him
just brief pockets of time with each other, despite everything. i like to think they are both the kind of ppl who would accept that things are just not meant to be, so they will take what little they can (what little they're allowed).
in the grand scheme of lcb and the city they are both nothing but a pair of pawns trying to make the best of their situation without getting in the way. they have no choice.
and to come across another who understands this is a rare, rare gem in their crapsack world, so how can we blame them for having a little bit of pining among the acceptance. mutual respect blooming into requited love that is unable to be acted upon. a divine comedy in its own right. im going to kms
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foxtrot-broadcasts · 1 year
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Late night rambling about g-corp Gregor hurt/comfort don’t mind me- (prolly don’t need to spoil for canto 1 (and very mild 2&3???) spoilers, but I sure as heck ain’t taking chances. Also yeah body horror, bug, and war talk ahead)
Look at that man and tell me he ISNT touch starved af. I can feel it in my bones.
Between Hermann not exactly being ma of the year, war being an absolute bitch, as well as the buggy features tend to be off putting to people, I’m willing to bet that he hasn’t received a good hug in a long while. I like to think that it sorta stretches between all 3 ids, but g corp’s case is PARTICULARLY bad because he has the displeasure of still being in the smoke wars. This version will tell you he’s fine and doesn’t necessarily need special treatment or attention like a good soldier, but so much as a gentle pat on the back or head and you will clearly see him blue screen for a second. Lord knows how much he would love to experience it again, but he also knows how much he ain’t exactly ready to express that.
With all that said, I think that would be extra particularly sweet if Rodya were to actually prompt him to give him a hug. Like, not even as a shipping sorta sense. Out of all the company, she’s arguably the most personable next to Gregor and is actually willing to give comfort and support if needed if her treatment of Sinclair in Canto 2 & 3 are to be trusted. Like sure, in game dialogue says that Rodya said some unsavory things about this version of bug man, but the idea that in a quiet enough moment where they’re just together with not much, Rodya being the one to bring up the fact that he’s always keeping up this tense Grade-A soldier act. The idea of her saying how he can let himself rest for a second, and just let himself go. It doesn’t get through to him at first, but in an act to show him, despite all her previous comments
Wordlessly opens her arms towards him.
He scans her up and down, still not sure what it means yet, and she just says simply “Well?” No teasing, no snark, just plain and simple. Finally taking the hint, he comes up to her awkwardly and wraps his elongated arms around her. She won’t lie and say that it doesn’t make her at least a little bit freaked out by it all, but she can tell that he probably needs this more than whatever feelings she may have bubbling in her mind, and pats little circles between his twitchy wings. She feels that he isn’t exactly moving much, but after a few moments
She can feel him clinging onto her more than ever, burying himself into the hug.
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eddiemunsxn · 2 years
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eddie seeing reader isnt having the best day so he leavers her love notes everywhere and by the end of the day she just in a puddle in eddies lap
— don’t dream it’s over.
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masterlist. / nav.
warnings. fem!reader, depression, angst
word count. 1085
note. expanded the timeline a bit i hope you don’t mind, nonny ♥️
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That old villain, your own mind, dragged you down to its lair—full of darkness the sun couldn’t kill, and echoing with cruel taunts; a deeply set cave system you tried to get out of. But there were so many tricky passages.
You were quiet, even in company—even during D&D, and that’s how Eddie knew. It was the first sign.
As one often looked to the sky for weather, he noticed any change in you right away. The moment your clouds grayed and smothered the expansive blue, he was there to make sure you didn’t cry your rainfalls alone. He didn’t stay out from under your skies, no matter how dark. He would stand in your tears and listen to your thunder because he loved you.
“I’ll catch up with you sheeps in a bit.” Eddie lightly smacked Gareth’s shoulder. “Just give me a minute.”
The boys and Erica left the theatre room, their clamor muffled as the doors closed.
Lingering with you, Eddie turned to you, the overhead stage lights haloing him. He reached a hand up to your face, grazing the back of his knuckles against your cheek—his rings a cool kiss. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, his softness echoing in his eyes.
“I don’t feel good,” you said. “In my head.”
His hand fell away to draw along the length of your arm, and he took both of your hands in his. “Do you wanna talk about it, or be distracted?” He rubbed a thumb over your knuckles.
“I think…distracted. I don’t have the energy to talk about it tonight.”
“That’s okay.” He smiled, dimples pinching his cheeks. He understood, and he’d wait for you.
The next day during lunch, as you opened your bag of food, you noticed he kept glancing between you and the bag. He nibbled on his pretzel, eyes alight and smiling beneath his lashes.
You pulled out a piece of paper, and his messy handwriting read: you look pretty today. I like you in blue.
The compliment was simple, but enough to beckon tingles of tears to your eyes. You smiled wide, pressing your lips into a thin line as your throat tightened. You had needed such soft things right now.
Eddie reached over to you, taking your hand in a firm, but gentle hold as if to say, I’ve got you.
During class he always passed notes to you (which is why his notebook pages looked as if they were ravaged by raccoons), but this time they weren’t just flirty or funny.
As usual, he was casual about handing the folded note to you, staring forward to act as if he was paying attention to the blackboard. Once you had the note, he hunched forward, hiding behind the student in front of him. He rested his cheek against his hand and angled his head to look at you.
Keep going. You’re not alone. I’m here for you, and so are so many others. Here’s some paper kisses until I can give you real ones.
Warmth bloomed in your chest, and you felt a little more energized. You met his eyes.
Eddie shaped a heart with his hands and playfully peeked through, closing one eye and puckering his lips.
You tried to stifle a bubbling giggle, and blew him a kiss.
He made a catching motion, and—pretended to eat the kiss? He ballooned his cheeks and chewed, the edges of his eyes crinkling from his smile.
He was doing it on purpose. He wanted to make you laugh and smile, and it was working.
Both of you almost got in trouble.
After the night’s D&D campaign, it was you and him in his room. Lying down, you were tucked under his blanket, having it pulled up to your nose. It smelled of him; weed and cheap cologne.
Eddie sat criss cross next to you with his Warlock NJ. He played the chords to Crowded House’s “Don’t Dream It’s Over”, softly singing the lyrics.
You watched the way the Metacarpal bones in his hands moved—admired the swell of his veins, like swollen scratches.
“There's a battle ahead. Many battles are lost, but you'll never see the end of the road while you're travelling with me…Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over…”
Your battle was with your mind—that old villain, the Captain Hook terrorizing your Neverland. You wanted to enjoy your youth without the cruelty of growing up with these thoughts. Why did some kids have to get so wise, so young? Why did some have to fight more than others?
But Eddie was there with you. Battles were never fought with just one soldier.
“You know they won't win…Don't let them win.”
Those lyrics did you in. Don’t let those thoughts win. Hot tears blurred your vision, and something squeezed your chest—strained noises of pain. You tried to restrain them, and pulled the blanket up over your face.
Eddie stopped playing the song, set his guitar on the ground against the mattress edge, and moved closer to you. He gently pried away the blanket from your wet face, and brushed away strands of hair sticking to your skin.
“C’mere, c’mere,” Eddie soothed, gathering you onto his lap.
You girded your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck, and trembled as if plagued by low blood sugar.
Eddie placed a hand on the back of your head, rubbing your back. His rings bumped over your spine. “Let it all out,” he whispered, laying his cheek against your head as he rocked you side to side. “Let it out. You’re safe.” He angled his head to touch his heated lips to your temple. “You’re loved. I got you, I got you.”
As your body calmed from twitches and deep, shaky intakes of breath, Eddie moved his hands to your face—gently encouraging you to look at him.
You were raw—pink and puffy like a newborn. Not everyone cried as pretty as an actress, or a woman in comics.
“You’re beautiful to me. Don’t let those thoughts win, okay? Easier said than done, I know. But you’re not fighting alone. You never are, and you don’t have to. Don’t be afraid to ask me for help. I’m always here.”
When he saw more tears gloss your eyes, he pressed his lips to your forehead, and then peppered butterfly kisses on your nose, mouth, and the pulse below your jaw.
He hugged you to him, arms tight around your waist. “I love you.”
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kidkubrick · 1 year
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breaking bad/better call saul musical solo genres/sounds
this is a joke im taking seriously, i cant explain it any better than that. im vehemently against breakingbadmusical but HYPOTHETICALLY, this is what i would do if i was writing it. i would give each character a different genre for their motif. each character in the shows is doing their own thing, and ends up clashing with another character, hence literally every bit of conflict ever. it would make sense if you had different genres for different characters, the conflict would also reflect in the music itself.
ANYWAYS
walter: i keep coming back to classical music. at first its humble, but it can become pretentious and annoying SO quickly.
jesse: he's walter's foil, so it would make sense to make it early 2000's hip hop/rap but it has no knowledge whatsoever of the roots of the genre. it would be cool if it transitioned from hip hop/rap to something a like classical, like walter, except it actually sounds good and its very euphonous and stuff. yknow what im getting at?
skyler: hannah montana type beat. that's all i gotta say i think it says enough. also like Groove is in the Heart by Deee-Lite.
hank: heavy metal, but with the depth of a crime show that's been running for 17 seasons and does not give two shits about the realism of how the police and/or forensics world works.
marie: Getting Married Today from Company. All of her music is at LEAST 150bpm and would perfectly echo the mind of a high-strung, concerned nurse who's working in a very rich medical facility.
saul: new york in the 50s jazz style. really big and really loud. he's the bitch who gets the tap number and its at least ten minutes long. the clarinet is at the heart of it all though, because there has to be something to represent jimmy, but its buried under layers and layers of flashy meaningless noise
kim: leaning more towards the musical theatre genre than anyone else. very instrumental, i think the saxophone might really fit her, i think it would be cool if the music reflected her emotions more than she did herself, because kim doesnt really wear her heart on her sleeve, so you have to consult the music to gain more insight.
howard: jazz too, but its MUCH more refined and smoother than saul. like the really complicated music theory-y jazz that you hear in bars and restaurants at like 11pm on a saturday night.
mike: ok ok ok. hear me out. but i think if you had like. a lone flute, it would work. like i know it doesnt initially fit, but i feel like it does, because at the center, mike is just upset about everything, he longs for the past, i think, and i think if you wrote something in like the mid-range of the flute, or if you used a bass flute, it would sound really good.
lalo: ok so like saul and mike, lalo puts up a front. i think that front sounds like really loud miriachi music (think al compas de mi caballo). but the center is something brassy, and personally i'd lean towards trombone. trombone can go very low, sound very intimidating, but they can also go pretty high, and sound noble and kind of adventurous.
gus: ahh ok so gus is kind of this god who has a LOT of power. his center is max. so if max isnt there, there wouldn't be a center. i think gus would have like a full ass orchestra. heavy on the bass to reinforce that he's powerful. i think he'd have almost a movie soundtrack genre. if that makes sense. here's the catch. there's very little flute, no piccolo. max is the piccolo.
nacho: guitar. lot of fingerpicking. nacho doesnt get any of the band instruments because he's not really on either side? he kind of just got wrapped up in the mess and now he can't really get out. probably a lot of high notes because he's continuously yearning for a world he can't really get. also its kind of got that humbleness his family background has.
kaylee: just tap. no instruments. just a 5 year old tap dancing SO loudly for SO long.
tuco: nightcore.
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what are your headcanons for the hss prime characters after high school? who goes to college? what do they major in? for any that don't go to college, what do they do instead? any post-high school romance hcs? anything else you want to share?
ok so first of all, my prime world takes place begining in 2014, with Simon being a sophmore when he becomes a student at Berry High so he & most of the other main characters graduate in 2016, with choices hss taking place the year after in 2017, so the only prime students still attending Berry High during the events of choices hss are Mia and Katherine (also pb was wrong for breaking them up and never putting Katherine in choices 💞)
as for majors/the futures of these characters (in no particular order) (also not all of these r as thought out as others) (also also im not doing every a-lister or whatever the fuck hss prime calls them. thats too much man. if u wanna know about em ask about em seperately):
Ezra would take a few courses at a community college so he has at least a little college experience before he signs back on with.... whatever record label the band had signed on w in the story i forgor. he plays guitar for Lisa Valentine and also has his own solo career, but every now and then Kingslayer will put out an album together when they all have the time to. he marries Wes in Vegas while on tour to give Wes an alibi for something, but they've had feelings for each other for a while. Eventually Simon joins their relationship & the three of them raise a kid together
Payton would get a degree in communications and become an events coordinator. every time a friend (from high school or otherwise) says they want to have some kind of event, she always tries to plan it for free or discounted but they convince her to take the money lol also she and her partner are foster parents!!!
for Koh, i love how in choices she decides to do premed in community college!! i think she eventually does her residancy at Edenbrook, where the only attending she respects is one Dr Baxter Lucafont, for the time they stole from a big pharma company to help a paitent that wasn't even their's (also all the doctors that helped them pull it off, but in a different way). also Zaid and Esme. i can see them being friends lol
Kallie gets a degree in library science and becomes a capital L Librarian in Boston, where she and Koh reconnect & start dating <3
also like in choices canon (but this was mentioned in prime a few times as well) Wes' intention is to go to law school and study criminal justice, but it kind of... takes a while for him to do it. while he's in community college for undergrad, he just kind of gets an antsy feeling that he could be doing things to help people now instead of waiting around to get a degree, so he drops out for a bit to do what he can, even if it isnt technically """legal""". he starts looking back into it after he and Ezra get married, but he pauses again when they (+ Simon) have their kid bc he doesn't want to be the kind of dad that his own father was. he does go back to community college during this time, but he does as much of it as he can online so he can be a sahd until their son is old enough to not need him around so much. then he fucking kills it in law school (he doesnt go to one of those fancy schmancy ivy leauges though, just a state university) and becomes an associate at Ricci, Lee, Tanaka
Julian gets a scholarship to do football in college, and while he is good enough to be scouted for professional teams, he isn't sure if its what he wants to do beyond school. he's always been Macho Football Boy, but he's not sure if that's all he wants to be forever, yknow? like he's smart. not Nishan, straight a's, 4.0 gpa smart but he's never at risk to lose his scholarship bc his acedemics are too low. i might change my mind on it later, but i think he might get a degree in physical education (& he's good at it. none of that "run the mile. no i wont tell you how to stretch or keep yourself from hurting yourself. just go as fast as you can" bs, he actually teaches his students how to work out safely and correctly, bc working out can be fun if you know what you're doing)
Autumn would go at Hollywood U, bc while it is mostly a film school, it does have some very good classes in the classical arts and photography. i don't have much of an idea of what she'd do beyond that though. its Autumn! what else is there to say. (also my version of Autumn isnt whitewashed to hell and back like she is by the time she's in choices ill forever be mad about that)
Mia would become a manager. Ezra's manager! i think she'd get her degree at HWU as well. she and Katherine would take a breif break from dating each other but ultimately they'd get married. no kids, but they are the Cool Aunts to their friends kids
Katherine would double major in English and Music and become a playwrite professionally. Mia is her manager as well <3 sometimes she and Ezra will collab on a musical together
Nishan will get as many STEM degrees as fast as he can. dude has like 5 phds and hasnt slept since high school. he eventually gets an author husband who he met online bc said author husband was curious about how some science thing worked so he could write it correctly for a science fiction novel. i literally just invented his author husband so i know nothing about him yet. but i did misspell the word "him" so i think his name will be Jim
Sakura gets a degree in computer science and starts her own indie video game company. its very successful
Ace gets into an ivy league college and gets a degree in political science, then works his way up from local politics to national politics. he's still trying to get Simon to run for president.
Max also gets a football scholarship at the same college as Julian, but he stays with football professionally though. i think he'd be at risk to losing the scholarship due to grades bc he was able to coast through high school thanks to Dad Principal so he enlists Julian to help him. Julian eventually begrudgingly agrees and they tolerate each other until graduation. at some between starting college and graduating, he and Simon will end up back in Cedar Cove together and become.... well friends with benefits isnt the right term because theyre not friends. i think he'd fall for Simon but Simon would be like "ummm.no" and cut the relationship off there
Kara goes to HWU and becomes an actress. at first she and Autumn mostly just ignore each other bc while she stopped bullying her they're not exactly friends. until they get paired up for a project they both have a class in & gradually become friends. and then girlfriends.
and now Simon. my guy. my boy. Si-guy. Slimeon. my son. he graduates high school a little early so he can focus on his gymnastics career and go to the Olympics. he does really good. good enough to place bronze his first year. but also his first year compeating, he breaks his foot real bad about half way through his routine. he doesnt realize until someone points it out to him though, he thinks he just landed a little funny and pulled a muscle. during the time his foot is healing is when he and Max have their weird little gay thing and also he decides that he doesn't want to keep doing gymnastics professionally. it was fun, but he's ready for something else now. he kind of just does whatever he wants, from working in haunted houses, to acting, to joining Ezra on tour and playing the violin during some concerts. mostly though he's Wes and Ezra's trophy boyfriend and dad #3 to their son
and i think thats everyone? lol lmao
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Hey hey! I heard match ups are open you know what that means :) [okay but seriously don’t feel forced to do this if you dont wanna!]
I go by Nanako, pronouns are she/her and im a straight girl. Sooooo.. i’ve got curly black hair that’s like halfway down my back, a square fringe over my forehead and faded freckles scattered pretty much all over my nose and cheeks. I’m 5ft and im often mistaken as a 12 y o (i’m not). My cheeks are usually reddish. I like wearing off-shoulder tops, shorts + skirts. Sometimes(rarely) i’ll wear stockings.. like if it gets cold. Oh and i like boots. But mostly i like shorts or skirts cause my legs get wayyy too itchy and uncomfortable if i wear pants/leggings or anything else. My mbti is intj and im usually pretty quiet and observant + easily flustered but despite that i like to jokingly flirt with ppl (if they’re okay with it) and im very affectionate :> still, i’m more introverted and it’s super easy for me to get anxious to the point of feeling faint when im in crowded places. when im in my comfort zone im usually very jumpy (adhd go brrrr) and chatty. my mind’s constantly wandering and i can skip from topic to topic- it gets annoying so i usually warn ppl to tell me to stop if i start doing it and they feel bothered. I get distracted by everything. Still somewhat manage to be analytical tho? according to @m5dearbri i kin mitsuri but im not sure, of course and i cant be 100% mitsuri. Unfortunately i get jealous easily but i make sure to never show it
I write in my spare time and draw! But i also practice flower arrangements and im an avid reader.
I’ve got like a huge sweet tooth and will devour any pastry but i have a soft spot for green tea mochi…. I likeeeeeee ppl who dont ignore me cause im usually overlooked for being the youngest in my family and who actually take me seriously + scary stories. So my dislikes.. bugs and people who hurt others on purpose.
Hehe i’ll shut up now and let you be in peace :) love ya!
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Tanjiro Kamado!!
Note : I apologize if it's short..
🌊 ; Tanjiro the person that everyone falls for
🌊 ; The Kamado Tanjiro who falls for you ♡
🌊 ; When tanjiro first met you he was easily calmed by your presence, you seemed to be quite a lovely person and because of that he decided to talk to you!
🌊 ; he was a bit worried when he introduced nezuko to you, thinking you'd be frightened..
🌊 ; But you guys enjoyed eachother's company!!
🌊 ; but enough of nezuko.
🌊 ; when he found out you were great at drawing boy was amazed 💖
🌊 ; he kinda shyly asked if you could draw him
🌊 ; he drew you as a thank you😍
🌊 ; just dont ask him to draw anyone who isnt you or nezuko.
🌊 ; it would look hideous
🌊 ; you kinda remind him of mitsuri in a way honestly
🌊 ; If you told him you have adhd he'd be confused. When you explain to him he'll care for you more! ( does that make sense? ) asking if you're comfortable whenever in crowds, when you look like You're about to faint he carefully drags you out of the crowd and asks if you need anything
🌊 ; he loves you sm<33
🌊 ; always complimenting your art!
🌊 ; he doesn't mind the fact you're talkative around him he just sits and listens to whatever you have to say!
🌊 ; HES ALWAYS HUGGING YOU I PROMISE but if you get uncomfortable he'll stop just ask him
🌊 ; whenever he comes back from missions he either has a handful of flowers or sweets he bought for you
🌊 ; cooks you anything you want literally just ask him he doesn't want you to cook since he's afraid you might get hurt
🌊 ; if you flirt with him as a joke his face would turn as red as his hair
🌊 ; before you guys started dating he kept talking to nezuko asleep telling her "she's really pretty"
🌊 ; whenever he looks at you and nezuko talking to each other his smile widens
🌊 ; oh you dislike bugs? He'd keep a 5 meter distance from you and the bugs
🌊 ; overall 10/10 s/o :)
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what IS your comfort fic? :0
A tad embarrassing, but I did feel the urge to reread it again and I did bring it up...
Its not a soft, goofy and fluffy fanfic, its actually dark but I like it a lot with its more unique plot and execution...
It's Black Reaper by Vengfulfate over on ff.net
Its a RWBY AU fanfic, and... Uh, its kinda edgy, but I have caugh myself, in my mind, de-edgy-fying it. Like, every overly edgy moment and detail is toned back by like, 6 in my head.
But despite its edgy (and some cringy) moments... The plot of it is so interesting and I think its plot development is great - especially because theres not many fanfics like it.
So to go over the start (this is assuming that you've watched the first 3 seasons of RWBY (the only good seasons) to their ends)
The Fall of Beacon happens differently. Ruby is dating Velvet and is down in Vale instead of at the stadium, and when the Fall begins, they run into Neo, and stops her before she can use her Semblance to teleport to the ship Roman is on to break him out in time.
So he remains captive. Ruby then makes her way to Beacon and runs into Blake, Yang and Adam! That scene goes differently and Adam is captured, but not before he can throw his blade at Ruby.
This is where the fun begins, because Yang jumps to block it to protect her little sister, logical thing to do. But this isnt a cheesy happy story, so she miscalculates and gets herself impaled.
Then she fucking dies. But Ruby tried to save Yang with her Aura, which doesnt work as her own and Yang's aura turns on her
Ruby takes on Yang's Aura and Semblance. An emotion-based semblance, a semblance that makes her stronger the angrier she is.
And Ruby has no control over Yang's semblance as it is too strong for her, and she was never meant to have it. Take a Yang with a speed Semblance, an anger-based strength Semblance, and double the Aura reserves. Also make her unable to control her anger-based Semblance at all. That's Ruby in Black Reaper.
Queue Ruby getting angry at everything. Stuck in hospital? Mad. People get scared of her? Mad. Cant have a shouting match with Weiss? Mad. Getting hit in training battles? Almost kills Jaune. Banned from training matches? Mad. Mentions of the Fall or of Yang? Mad. This goes on for a year.
She keeps running off to the forest to fight Grimm to vent, until one day she instead ends up in Vale. And she kills a (likely) innocent faunus on the street, because it reminded her of when her sister died. Then she runs away from Beacon.
Months later, Neo finds her in Vale, they team up and break Roman out. And, Ive gone on long enough.
>One of the plotpoints I love is that, Ruby never truly redeems herself. Sure she eventually goes back to being a good guy™... But she's still a criminal at heart now, she casually steals minor stuff like chocolate bars just because she didnt feel like paying for it, even when she has billions in her bank account and a Heiress of a massive company right next to her.
As I said! It is cringy at times and edgy a lot (especially in Black Reaper 1 *mild shudder*), but if you take a step back and look at the idea, the plot, and the storyline - its great.
Its also the one fanfic I keep wanting to reread every now and again, especially when Im feeling down. I dont know, maybe it just brings me back to the past? It was written... 6 and a half years ago? o_o
Sadly the Author got burnt out. I chatted with them privately and it was a mix of burnout due to character bloat (OC's that are pretty good) and feeling like they (the Author) had to give every single character at least a scene in every chapter.
So its abandoned... What's there is pretty good, or at least decent, I think.
As you can probably tell I like it a lot, despite how edge it can be (which I subconsciously dial back in my head. Gotta keep reminding myself that I do that if I want to try to talk about it objectively...)
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cielospeaks · 5 months
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short review of g f
so sevil part 2 event!!!!! hoo boy this one was actually really surprising (in a good way). like honestly
so im just kinda gonna list things
-the new friend (galanthalus i think?) gosh he gave me the biggest turnaround. like his story started out with ??? narrator who is uneasily calm in a heckscape with gratuitous ultraviolence and 99.9 percent of the time in this game that means that ??? is going to be the stereotypical "ow the edge unhinged uncaring murderous nonhuman something from another world" (ie the imposter girl from the ninetales events, morgan, etc. you know the cringe gratuitous violence scenerey chewing and not in a good way villans that this game keeps having to try and stop ppl from liking them more than the protagonists but it never works). but then the turnaround reveal that it was just a kid who was trapped in the sword for being not human and had been tortured and overlooked by everyone for centuries just bc he suited their needs? the biggest turnaround. and that the ??? who was talking to him/answering his questions wasnt a condescending big bad but keral who stayed to keep him company out of kindness????? and that both her and krel kinda let him be their child they never had and want to let him go back and live in the world?????? bro......
anyways tldr galan was a very pleasant surprise writing wise and i support him. also he lowkey reminds me of idunn and i dig that so much
-the arc of the main trio! ofc it was very depressing but im glad they didnt go for an ending where "everyone survives everything is fine uwu!" bc i feel like that sort of thing, tho it could happen bc of how op the main cast is, it would make all their suffering and pain feel trivialized and thrown out, and itd make me hate the main cast more (they already made themselves dislikable enough imo, with them guilting sevil to stay towards the middle just bc they didnt want him to leave, with no thoughts abt how hed feel. and that being said i love that the reason he stayed was to help galan, not bc he was guilt tripped into it). like it is really sad what happened, esp to krel at the very end, but it did feel conclusive which was nice (please no sequel. this was a good ending. we dont need a sequel to ruin it, i am looking directly at the knights and perfetto events. and maybe a sideye at the robomi ones for the unnecessary prophecy stuff)
-the side character development! like despite the angst, it all felt very organic (with sevil's story already having that old timey gin tama-ey feel it all seemed to make sense in the setting and not come across as cringe or insensitive angst). esp bc we didnt know a lot abt the characters in the first event, as they werent playable and didnt appear that much (they didnt even get journal entries either smh). so hearing more abt their backstories made them feel a lot more fleshed out. it was sweet seeing them stay to help w galan also, i do wish they were playable tho but it does make sense theyd be npcs
-have not seen gacha sevils story but im hoping its good! itd easily put him with caro and main gacha sturm of characters id really want (not to mention limited studra too ofc)
-and ofc. from kisumiverse side, i feel like kisumi is trying to resist the urge to punch danchou and co. in the face the whole time, while trying to be supportive of sev. who, to be utterly fair, is so wrapped up in his problems he doesnt necessarily notice kisu until towards the end. kisu doesnt want him to apologise as she sees that it isnt his fault, just asks him to take care of himself, and he realizes that he has a genuine alive friend in kisumi. its just a fun "friends dealing with grief and loss and the cycle of grief together" story.
-and then theres also the ending trope which is actually like tooth rottingly cute. "my sister and brother in law died and left behind a child that i am raising alongside my best friend" for some like slice-of-life hallmark movie angst-with-a-happy-ending. like literally. i feel like the sevil + galan + kisumi (w the father daughter too bc theyre cool) could be the casts in some heartwarming family movie or something
anyways this event, easy 9/10. maybe even 10/10. like i dont think g f could have a better event. zodicas was eh (playable ragazzo was easily the best part), knights was really meh, dont talk to me abt the perfetto one, i honestly dont mind no robomi bc the last one had elements i dont care for, everything else was just really bad except the really middle of the road collab and the slightly not so bad but also not impactful one w the grimmir squad. but yea this event is easily the best that theyve had in the last few years
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rockshortage · 3 years
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I've been thinking a lot about Darryl finally finding out what happens to her son, and while getting over the great war stuff sucked, finding that out would basically be opening a bunch of old wounds and be at least 10X worse. I figure she'd have Derrick and/or Danse with her when she finds out, but is still shook up enough by the time she gets home that she kinda just... lashes out a little, maybe even tries to push away anyone who isn't extremely careful until she can calm down
That led to me imagining that Hector doesn't know what's happened until someone tells him, which means he doesn't really understand why she's not just randomly cold and angry towards him, but also very clearly having a pretty severe emotional breakdown
Yeah I can't imagine that'd be any good for her, no matter how much she's learned to deal with the trauma pre-war. This adds another layer, it's new, it's fresh, and she was not prepared for it. I imagine being so sure that she can handle it and it then turning out that she can't adds another layer of something like indignation? Disbelief, disappointment, anger at herself that she's not able to keep her cool this time? Blaming herself for being in this line of work and endangering her family through it? Of course mostly as a side note to all the shock, anger and grief that the situation itself conjures up, but still. Just a whole lot of really messy emotions.
Hector would probably guess at first that she's "relapsing" into the great war trauma, but it's also kind of clear that this is a whole different beast. He just doesn't know what, until maybe he sheepishly asks Derrick, or maybe just Darryl directly if she's willing/able to share that information. And then again, he just does his best. Can maybe man up a little better this time after he's learned some things from her previous troubles, as well as his own.
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