#reapers can't get drunk

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 10: Full Moon (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

Continuing from Ch8-9. Let's see if I can stay caught up. 😂

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch10: Full Moon

“That won’t work, you know.”

Marinette jumped at the voice, and that was probably the proof of his words right there.  She tried to scowl at Luka, but she found her face didn’t want to cooperate.  She turned away instead, tipping her head back against the chair she had brought up to the roof a few hours ago and glaring at the moon.

It had no right to be so pretty, she thought as she took another long drink from the bottle in her hand.  The world wasn’t pretty.  It didn’t deserve pretty things like that full moon above her when it had such ugliness inside.

“At least share,” Luka sighed as he dropped to the roof beside her, plucking the bottle from her fingers and taking a swig.

“No one invited you,” she bit, snatching the bottle back.  Luka coughed as some of the alcohol went down the wrong pipe, and she smirked as she tipped the bottle back.  The lip was wet from…well, his lips.  Gross.  “I only share with people I invite.  This was a solo party.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s bad form to drink alone?” he asked, taking the bottle back.  She glared at him, and he lifted an unimpressed eyebrow in turn.

…she probably looked like a grumpy kitten to him.  He was condescending like that.  The asshole.

“Stop checking up on me,” she said, turning away with a huff and slumping back in her chair.  She pulled the blanket she’d brought up tighter around her shoulders.  It was an indulgence she had gotten with her first post-death paycheck: a thick, pink, Sherpa-lined throw that was sinfully soft and kept her entirely too warm.

She loved it.

“I’m not…” he started.  She shot him a Look, and he sighed as he leaned back on his hands and looked up at the moon.  She tried to ignore the way it lit up his eyes, making them shimmer in its soft glow.  “Ok.  Fine.  I’m checking up on you.  But I’m checking up on you because I wanted to, not because Mendeleiev is making me.”

…huh.  That was new.

“…why?” she asked, glancing over at him.

“Because she’s a bitch and dealt you a shitty hand,” he said.  His fingers tapped at the roof, and when he glanced over at her he offered her a small smile.  “…and I missed you.  And when Fred told me what happened, I started to worry.”

“Softie,” she chided, and he sighed as he looked back up at the moon.

“I’m afraid you might be right,” he said.  He was still smiling.  “Tell the others and I’ll kill you.”

“Isn’t that going to be a little hard?” she asked, nudging his knee with her foot.  “We’re already dead, Luka.”

“I’m pretty determined,” he said casually.  “I’ll find a way.  Even if it’s locking you in my closet until I finally get my own lights.”

“Asshole,” she giggled.  A comfortable silence settled between them, where they just watched the moon and pretended they could see the stars beyond the city lights.  It was nice, she couldn’t help but think.  She was finding Luka was nice.  Or, at the least, he wasn’t as prickly as she had initially thought.

She was starting to drift off, the exhaustion of the past few days meeting the quiet comfort Luka’s presence offered to lull her towards the sleep she desperately needed.  She might have missed his question, if he hadn’t nudged his knee back against her foot.  Her lips twitched with a smile as she looked at the roof before her, where their limbs were barely touching.  Where they were stretched out like the old friends they might have been another lifetime ago, had she been born a few years sooner or he had been born a few years later and they had both lived past the brief spark of twenty-something.

“He would have liked you,” Juleka had said.

She was starting to think she would have liked him, too.  Back before he was dead.

“Are you ok?” he asked, his voice soft in the quiet night.

She blinked tired eyes at the moon and thought of Abby Rousseau, the little girl who had been senselessly snuffed out even sooner than they had been.  She thought of the undead man beside her and the quiet comfort his presence brought.  Of Fred, downstairs, worrying over her like the papa he was because he couldn’t worry over his own little girl anymore and she no longer had a papa to worry about her, either.  Of Théo and even fucking Mendeleiev, their merry little band of reapers slipping through life on the periphery.  They didn’t have much anymore, but at least they still had each other.

She supposed that had to count for something.

It had to be enough.

“…no,” she answered.  Her hand slipped out of the blanket and reached for his, and she smiled when he threaded his fingers through hers and squeezed.  “But I think I will be.  Thanks, Luka.”

“Any time, Marinette.”

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #lbsc october minifics 2023 #to feel alive again #ml fic #ver fic #dlm lukanette au #dead like me au #this is what we call progress #reapers can't get drunk #mason tries his damnedest but their metabolism is too high #if anyone needed the lore behind him saying that won't work #I don't think I actually stated that here 😂

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More South Park headcanons (ft Craig's gang)

Canon age and high school/college HCs, though most are in general about them (biology, personality, ecc)

Might edit in case I add something or re-edit them

Kyle plays guitar and violin pretty well, though he plays the latter for special events and occassions (ex. music class)

Kenny and Cartman have funny contact nicknames for their friends. Ex. Cartman has Kenny as "Poor Kid", while Kenny has Stan as "Cup Of Depresso" jokingly, though Stan isn't aware of it but he might find it funny since he knows Kenny's sense of humour. Rest of the 3 have Cartman as "Fatass" or "Doughboy" unsurprisingly

Cartman is the worst cuddler/kisser despite being a big marshmallow. Kenny can do it with ease. I mean, he's the master at it. Just look at his love for girls and getting along with pretty much anyone, especially Butters. Stan is also a pretty good cuddler but not as good as Kenny, plus he'd get a bit nervous when cuddling someone, though he's gotten over vomiting when nervous/in love.

Stan gets pretty hiccupy/burpy when drunk

He gets pretty bad hiccups when overeating too

Stan has a dad sneeze, Kenny has a kitten sneeze

Kenny is the coldest to the touch, Cartman is the warmest

Both Kenny and Stan have moments where they gorge themselves, not just because they're both stoners but for other reasons, such as Stan being the most active. Stan gets depressed the most while Kenny just has a bigger appetite (Stan has a bit of one too), plus doesn't eat much sometimes. Kyle is sometimes repulsed by it

Cartman loves food but doesn't eat as much as Kenny, who can eat an entire 8 lb steak if dared to. Cartman would probably get to about 3/4

Stan is a quiet sleeper, might move to his own side of the bed if sleeping with someone. He'd sometimes stay up thinking or scrolling through his phone

Kyle is the most restless. He's sometimes a bit nervous to sleep with someone, especially Kyle or Wendy

Kenny's a cuddler when sleeping with someone, whether it'd be Cartman, Butters, Stan, Kyle. He likes keeping people safe and calm with him. Spoon all the way

Kenny loves Horror movies. He can watch them all night. Stan however would be scared, hiding behind a blanket/pillow until the scary scenes/entire movie is over or just hug someone near him to comfort

Kyle has a fear of centipedes/millipedes after the Human CentiPad incident as well as Japanese food. He can't eat or look at it without feeling nauseous from it

Wendy started learning Taekwondo around third grade and has done it ever since. Has done it on Cartman twice

Kenny has a high spice tolerance. He can eat a Carolina Reaper as a dare and probably wouldn't need milk to wash the spice. Kyle and Butters on the other hand have the least. Butters would probably quit after eating a Jalapeno

Bebe also likes spicy food, though she can't go as far as passing Habanero spice (100/150,000 SHU)

Butters sleeps with plushies, even in his high school and college years. Cartman has this habit as well but no one knows he does aside from his mom

Bebe and Kenny both try a variety of makeup fashion types together

Cartman and Kyle have the best skincare routine. Cartman mainly does it to be pretty while Kyle is germophobic

Cartman has told only Butters and Kenny that he's gay. Stan thinks he's bi since he had Heidi in the past. Kyle doesn't know, doesn't care but assumes he is gay/queer due to the whole "ball sucking" demand

Stan and Kenny would be the ones who'd eat dog treats/pet food if there's no food in the house

Cartman smokes nicotine vapes, Stan does weed and Kenny smokes both

Both Kenny and Stan have almost gotten pulled over by the cops from being drunk and high and somehow escaped without them noticing

Butters likes the High School musical movies and Kenny watched them with him because nobody else would

Kenny hangs out with almost everybody. Stan's gang, Craig's gang, the Goth kids, the girls

He hates clowns. He couldn't watch It or Killer Clowns From Outer Space because of his fear of them

Stan occasionally talks to the Goth kids, though he's closer friends to Micheal than the rest of them

Kenny and Cartman both watch makeup vloggers. Butters mostly listens to ASMR or watches arts and crafts tutorials. Stan just finds a bunch of memes and animal videos while Kyle mainly uses YouTube for music aside from Spotify

Stan and Kyle are the only ones who have cars. Stan's is a blue pickup truck that he drives everyone around in. Kyle's is a red Sedan Chevy that he mostly drives Stan, Wendy or Kenny around, refuses to let Cartman ride with him. Cartman just takes Uber when at far distances and going someplace alone. Kenny is too poor and short on cash to own a car. He uses Kevin's broken ass Nissan

Stan is okay with eating meat as long as he doesn't witness the slaughter of an animal. He's squeamish to blood and can't watch horror movies because of it

Cartman prefers Rom-Coms (blame Liane)

Craig's Gang HCs

Craig doesn't like coffee, so Tweek makes him a hot cocoa instead. With extra love ^^

Tweek is a bird freak. He fuckin loves birds. He has a cockatoo named Java. craig suggested him to call him Jupiter (named after one of my cockatiels IRL) or Neptune because space.

Tweek has ADHD

He's consumed less meth ever since he and Craig started to become lovers. Craig has helped him after he found out his parents put meth in his coffee

Clyde is the closest to being Cartman's friend than the rest of Stan's gang. Cartman even supports him being a bit chubby

Aside from the rest of Craig's gang and Timmy, Jimmy is friends with Kenny, who crack jokes at each other from time to time. In general, Jimmy is pretty chill with most people, especially Stan's gang

Tolkien is closer to Stan and Kyle (also canonically happened in the show) who he hangs out with. They enjoy playing music together, which all 3 have a passion for as well as sports, especially Token since he's a pro at both bass and drums

Tolkien is the most sporty and physically active out of the gang, being a pro at basketball and football and is in the same basketball team as Stan

All of them are pretty much A to B+ students

Both Craig and Tweek have travel bags for their pets when they walk around town, woods/wilderness or go on holiday

Token is the most sane out of the gang aside from Craig. He'd be the one who'd tell everyone to calm down when Tweek and Clyde freak out or in rare cases, everyone else besides him

All randomly watch Big Bang Theory or Always Sunny when chilling together. Jimmy and Craig chose them

Clyde is the most extroverted compared to the rest of the gang, while Craig is the most introverted

Tweek loves Rom Coms, he sometimes forces Craig to watch them with him

South Park (c) Trey & Matt

#south park #sp fandom #sp headcanons #south park headcanons #south park hcs #eric cartman #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #wendy testaburger #bebe stevens #craig tucker #tweek tweak #tolkien #clyde donovan #jimmy valmer #headcanon #headcanons

[isa-ghost]

q!phil and q!pac hcs peepoShy :3

YESSS I really need to watch more Pac, translator be damned. >:0

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Pac is, like many others, in the I Want Phil To Take Me On A Flight club. He thinks it's so fucking cool

He doesn't have the ability to clock Phil as well as Fit can. But Fit confides in him on a lot, esp to do with things he's worried about, so Pac actually knows some of Phil's "something is wrong" tells, even if they're the more obvious ones.

And then he promptly goes to Fit like "Phil needs an emotional support ass kicking 👍🏻"

Phil is the #2 Fitpac shipper (Ramon is #1). And Phil knows Fit intimately in many ways. He passes All his secrets onto Pac gladly. He's like "go get him m8. Give him Brazilian Boyfriend Brainrot"

You'd think there'd be a little jealousy or something because of the fact that Phil has been With Fit consistently prior to him and Pac dating, but nah. They love conspiring against him together and Fit knows they do. Also Phil backed off right away when they got serious, so Pac knows everything's chill

Phil can Tell there's more to Pac than meets the eye. This is Mike's best friend. Survivor of Cellbit cannibalism. Known for having a danger boner for fucked up dudes. Pac seems super nice and well-mannered at first glance but Phil can TELL he saves the true extent of how unhinged he can be for the people closest to him. He wants to see Pac go apeshit someday.

I really really want to see these two allied in a fight bc I genuinely don't know what they'd be like. Just the two of them, or at least paired up while whoever else they're teamed with is paired up elsewhere. But something tells me Pac has a side that would get along Very well with the Angel of Death,,,,

Pac is one of the people Phil considers closest to himself. There's nothing he won't do for him and anything he needs, Phil will bend over backwards to get it if that's what Pac wants.

Phil loves being a test monkey for Tazercraft fuckery. It's always so weird and fun. Occasionally he'll ask Pac if they have any new wild or silly shit for him to see.

Tbh I wouldn't put it past Pac (& perhaps Mike) to be extremely interested in hybrids and asking Phil a million questions about it

Phil can NOT talk shit abt the danger boner btw. Motherfucker's type is literally "death entity." A Goddess of Death and a grim reaper holding either of his hands. Bitch can't say ANYTHING. (I want these two to talk abt their types I think it would be extremely funny)

Pac knows very little about Phil getting possessed, but he DOES know something happened to him. Fit kept things extremely vague out of respect for Phil.

Phil may be the #2 Fitpac shipper, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't envy that they get to see each other often. But Phil is Phil, so instead of getting weird about it, he just commits to doing whatever he can to support them. At least there's one happy healthy mlm couple on the island.

Btw if Pac came to Phil about whatever the fuck is going on with Fit and his past, Phil's ready to kill a bitch with Pac immediately, and he'd let Pac do most of the actual ass kicking as he deserves. (oooo the ccs want to give me this soooo baadddd)

Controversial (/silly) take: Phil and Pac are both slutty, bubbly drunks.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qsmp pac #q!pac #qphil headcanons #qsmp pactw #q!pactw

[bloodynereid]

Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: canonical violence and gore, mentions of mysterious vought pills, mentions of death, asshole dad, iffy morals, seizure

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: yayy it's finally posted! if u haven't read chapter one yet I would recommend that or else you'll be kind of confused. also i still haven't watched ep4 or onwards so if there are any mistakes plotwise i'll try to change them when i can. can't wait for you all to see vic's progression as a character oh and her dad is portrayed by chad michael murray. enjoy and lmk if u want to be added to the taglist <3

Blood. So much blood. It was basically singing with unaltered power. I had to hold myself back from just totally pressing myself against all the pool next to me. It was dark out now, and yet we were all still sitting on the stone steps right outside the crimefighting school.

People in neon yellow hazmat suits clinically cleaned up all that remained of Luke. I wanted to shout at them to stop to just let me experience that little sliver of power again, but I kept quiet and made eye contact with Andre. He had a whole aura of grief surrounding his very being.

The medical people had helped clean me up and had given me a spare pair of latex gloves as well as a collection of the school merch that I changed into. The plastic material itched against the soft skin of my hands. The cold burn lingered on the periphery of my brain. As if it was just waiting for me to absorb more and more life force.

Everything was thrumming around me and since all my clothes had been confiscated for cleaning I had no way of getting to my pills. I buried my head between my palms and tried to take a calming breath. No need to start freaking out and do something stupid… like taking a literal blood bath.

“Uh Miss Oaks. We found these in your jacket pocket, they looked important.” I look up to see one of the paramedics holding out the little packet of pills. I snatch quickly from her hand and drily swallow one of the neon green monstrosities. 

“Thanks.” She nods and turns back to the ambulance, everything starts to calm down in my brain when I see Cate collapse. Her sobs seem to puncture the very fabric of relaity and tears start to form on my eyelids.

What kind of person wanted to bathe in her friend’s blood? I asked myself and rivers of water started to flow down my cheeks as a shudder shakes through my body. This year was off to a horrible start.

Finally we were released from whatever quarantine they put us in and before I followed Marie to the freshman dorms, I encased Cate in a quick hug.

“I have no idea how you must be feeling right now but all I know is that I’m sorry. If you want to get drunk and watch shitty tv shows I’m only a text away.” Cate’s small grateful smile shined through her tears as she thanked me quietly before we released each other and went our separate ways.

Jogging slightly I caught up with Marie as she pulled the door to our dorm open, she held it for me as we both stepped into the hallways which felt more oppressive and prison-like than usual.

“You okay?” I finally ask, breaking the silence when we reached our floor.

“Okay? Do you really think any of us are okay after that?” Marie basically burst out and looked at me incredulous.

“No… I just fuck I can’t- people are hard to figure out ok. I just- honestly I don’t know anymore.”

“Yeah me neither. Sorry for snapping.”

“Don’t worry about it, I think we’re all entitled to not being calm after everything.” 

We nod at each other and when we get to our respective dorms she looks at me as if she’s contemplating saying something else but ultimately decides against it. She just lets out a loud sigh and pushes her dorm door open.

I push mine open as well and suddenly a cloud of incense hits my face. A hand grabs my forearm and pulls me quickly into the room before slamming the door shut.

“Uh… Gemma? What is going on?”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? I tried to get through the barricade but they didn’t let me through even after I explained who I-”

“Woah slow the fuck down Gemma. I’m okay, not hurt at all and you need to calm down. Come on deep breaths.”

We stare into each other’s eyes as I try to slow my roommate’s panicked breathing, every single breath we take together seems to get her a little more level headed.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah sorry, I really should be doing that for you.”

“It’s fine, Gem, now what the hell is with all this incense?” Her tinkling laughter adds to the calming atmosphere that the incense smoke had already start to create.

“Oh umm it helps destress me. When I realized I kind of went overboard I also realized you can’t open the windows.”

“Oh my god only you Gem. Well at least it smells nice.”

“Do you need anything by the way? I’ve got a horror movie lined up and I bought some stuff from Vought-a-Burger.”

“Uh yeah sure just let me get changed into something more comfy.”

“Of course. I’ll set it all up on my computer.”

Stepping towards my closet, I grabbed a pair of neatly folded pajamas and my softest cashmere gloves. Pulling the stupid latex gloves off I breathed out a sigh of relief. A migraine was starting to form at the base of my skull and the cold fire that had started to fade away suddenly came back full force.

I didn’t want to risk taking another one of the pills so soon after ingesting the first one that I just let my power hit me full force. A few seconds later, the cold fire seemed to erupt out of my hands quite literally setting them on fire. It didn’t burn, instead it was like someone had poured alcohol all over my hands and lit it with a match.

The fire stayed lit for a minute before it dissipated. The same second that the fire disappeared, so did the cold burn. I felt completely normal - even slightly refreshed. Weird.

Replacing the GodU merch with flannel pajamas and cashmere gloves, I jumped into Gemma’s bed and we settled in to watch classic horror movies. I felt the night’s trauma settle in more as the minutes of the movie ticked down. I wasn’t a stranger to death but I felt so utterly helpless - there was no way I could have helped. Nothing could have been done. Nothing could have been done. I let the mantra repeat over and over in my head, trying to shake off the overwhelming guilt.

Nothing could have been done.

It was the first official day of school and so far it was completely normal… other than the fact I had somehow made the top 10. Granted I was #7 but still - one of the first freshman to ever make the top fucking ten. Andre got the top spot and Marie also had made it into the rankings just below me. It was embarrassing how obvious Vought was being with their campaign.

What absolutely fucking sucked was that Jordan had been bumped down to 5… it didn’t make any sense since I literally saw how banged up (for a supe) they had been after fighting Luke, they was the one who saved out lives - I just stood around and did nothing. 

I was sitting in the commons after making sure to drop a bundle of daisies next to the memorial. They were my private way of mourning Luke, even if they had been amongst the things left for Brink. Scoffing, I watched the rest of the student body act like vultures as they were fucking clout chasing at a damn memorial. 

I turned up the volume of my headphones and laid down on the soft grass. The blades of grass pricked at my exposed ankles as the clouds danced past my face. Calm in the eye of the storm it seems.

My cloud watching was rudely interrupted by my phone’s ringtone stopping my music and incessantly going on until I fished it out of my jacket pocket and slid the ‘accept call’ button without really taking notice of who was calling me.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Oaks, your daughter is on the line.” The familiar voice of my father’s PA (or rather employee with benefits) rang through my headphones. Fuck me.

“Thanks Margot. Hello Vicky.” I fought a sigh and bit the side of my cheek - hard.

“Hi dad. How’s it going?”

“Good, good. The new movie seems like it’s going to make some money.”

“That’s great! Are you on set right now?”

“No, weekly massage appointment, remember?” As if I didn’t know that the massage appointment was actually code for, I scrunched up my nose in disgust at all the times I had accidentally walked in on him during one of his “massage appointments”.

“Right yeah, sorry. It’s been a hectic few days.”

“I actually called about that, congratulations on making the top 10 sweetheart, you better start working hard. First freshman in history! Well other than that other girl, what was her name? Natalie, Renee-” The little flame of happiness in my chest was slightly diminished because of the insult that always seemed to follow the compliment.

“Marie dad, Marie.”

“Right, yes. Anyways I’ve got to go, the masseuse is calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sure da-” The line cut off before I could even finish my goodbyes, he really got on my fucking nerves sometimes. My music came back on full blast after the call finished and I tried to ease back into my calm state when yet another interruption decided to arise.

This time it was a gaggle of freshmen who had their phones pointed at my face and I could dimly hear them all gushing about being my best friend. Okay break over. Rolling my eyes I jumped up from my position on the floor and quickly made my exit from the scene.

The only place that I knew would be a good hideout was my dorm but Gemma was supposedly prepping for her first Performance Arts class, which I definitely did not want to interrupt and so that left… the library. But before I could even think of making my way over there I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

It was a message from Margot, stating that I was needed for promo materials at one of the auditoriums. Great, just perfect. I didn’t bother to respond to her text but started moving in the opposite direction of the library.

The heels of my boots click against the cement paths as I fiddle with the clasp on my gloves. The white leather glided over the metallic clasp as I hurried up the stone steps to the Performing Arts building.

Grabbing the silver door handle and walking into the studio, it was as if the neon backdrop exploded my retinas. Before I could even blink, I felt someone grab my arm and drag me over to a makeup chair.

“Oh thank god. We had no idea where you were, we had to get your father’s PA to message you and that already took enough of our time.” The frantic but familiar voice of Courtenay Fourtney greeted me as a bunch of random people seemed to appear out of the shadows, each holding some kind of makeup or styling instrument.

“Uh sorry.” 

Suddenly I saw an ungloved hand start coming towards my face but just as my hand was about to grab the person’s forearm the damage had already been done. The soft pads of their fingertips grazed my cheek and energy started pouring into my body. I caught a glimpse of a childhood memory before a scream rang out from one of the other makeup artists.

“Goddammit, someone wheel her out or something and go get some water, I don’t need any more fainting. Did no one get the memo that you can’t touch her unprotected?” I was still trying to recover from absorbing an entire person’s life when, now gloved, hands started to touch my face and add makeup.

“Is she dead?” I ask, my voice slightly wobbly, as someone starts putting blush on my cheekbones with a slight shake in their hand. I hadn’t absorbed someone in a while so it was like a huge kick to my system - then the realization set in. Great another death. Not my fault, but even after all the years of telling myself that it’s not my fault I could still feel that spark of greed. To just keep taking and taking and-

“Yes but we had them all sign a waver now wait where the hell is the other girl? Claire? Claire!” Courtenay went off into the shadows as someone thrust a garment bag into my arms when my face was finished getting touched up.

“Change into this.” I nodded but before walking over to one of the changing stalls. I sneaked a look at my makeup - not bad. After I slipped on the turtleneck and slightly oversized cream suit, I grabbed the Vought pills. Another one couldn’t hurt right? The itch had come back from last night and no more accidental deaths would be good. 

I popped one of the neon green pills and smiled at myself in the mirror. Time to be a hero.

“Hey Andre!” I shouted over to where he was talking to his dad, a relieved smile overcame his face even if his eyes were still filled with a clear dark emptiness.

“Wow Victoria Oaks. I haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been? How’s your dad?”

“Hi Mr. Anderson. It’s good to see you. Dad’s doing well, I’ll be sure to get him to call you soon.”

“Yes please do. I’ll leave you two to talk.” He sent a wink to Andre before taking out his phone and walking out of the studio.

“Everything okay? I know how he can get.” I asked Andre, giving him a slight reassuring pat on his arm.

“Yeah, yeah we’re fine. Umm actually could-” 

Before Andre could get on with his admission our little conversation was interrupted by the opening of heavy doors and Marie walking in - where she was immediately swarmed by Courtenay. 

I felt a wave of sympathy rush through me, Andre and I had been in the public sphere ever since we were children. We knew who was trying to hustle us and what exactly we needed to do to get higher ratings but Marie was totally new to this.

“Uh sorry what were you saying?” I snap out of my little daydream and look over to Andre who was also starring over to where Marie was being handed the interview script.

“Just that uh… Luke, he said something to me before he you know,” I smiled sympathetically at him and nodded slightly urging him to continue. “Basically he said that my dad had something, but just now when I asked him he looked at me like I was insane.”

“You mean that-”

“Everyone quickly, places please.” 

“We’ll talk later!” Andre nodded at me as I jogged up the steps and started to pose for my solo pictures. Andre watched on until Marie joined him after getting changed into a frankly stunning outfit.

About an hour later we were finally released from the clutches of Courtenay Fourtney - with a promise to be on time for the interview that night. 

The three of us walked between the trailers, Marie with her hands clutching her backpack like a lifeline, Andre vaping and me taking bites of a random cupcake I had stolen from the tiny craft service table. 

As we walked I could hear the shutters of people’s cameras, we posed for a few selfies and I blew some kisses to some of the cameras.

“One thing I’ve already learned, you can literally say anything to them and they will still take the picture.”

“That’s why you say yes to give the illusion of choice.” Andre answers with a slightly bored tone, I hum in agreement next to him as I take another bite of the strawberry frosting. This was a damn good cupcake.

“Did you learn that from your dad?”

“Did Luke say something to you about my dad?” Andre stuttered out and my interest suddenly peaked, we hadn’t gotten a chance to discuss what he told me right before the shoot.

“He just said ‘The Woods’.” A strange chill traveled along my spine when Marie’s mouth finished forming the words, they seemed strangely familiar but also foreign. I tune back into the conversation as Andre tells Marie what he told me before the photoshoot.

“Well good luck with that.” I finish my strawberry cupcake and look back at Marie with an incredulous expression obviously painted on my face.

“Marie? What? That’s it.”

“Look I don’t see how this involves me okay? I went out with you guys once, I don’t know you.”

“Marie, that's a flimsy excuse, come on. I barely knew Luke-”

“Exactly, you don’t need to get involved with this either Vic. He tried to kill us, remember?” 

It’s not like I didn’t understand where Marie was coming from but this was important. A person killed himself right in front of us and she’s acting like it isn’t her problem. I let out a sigh of indignation.

“Andre, look let’s not push her into this, okay?” He looked at me slightly betrayed before looking back at Marie.

“Marie, I don’t think you get this. He’s dead. I guess you don’t have any problem stepping over him to get to the top.” I let out a soft gasp at Andre’s words, ok that was taking it a little too far but before I could rebuke him, Marie narrowed her eyes and spoke with a much angrier tone.

“That shit at the club, where you nearly killed that girl. I was going to get expelled for that, did you know that?”

“Of course not, I didn’t ask for that.”

“No you didn’t. You just get everything handed to you on a silver platter, because of your dads.” She shifted her face so she was now staring into my eyes, “Everyone knows who you are and are ready to cover for their precious supes, I don’t have shit. So don’t blame me when I try to have at least a little self preservation.”

I was about to call out to her when she started walking away from us but something stopped me. I wonder sometimes what would have happened if my dad wasn’t my dad and I had these powers. I probably would have ended up in one of those orphanages for dangerous supes. A shudder once again runs through my body - I had heard enough horrible things about those places to know how grateful I should be.

“So are you going to help at least?” Andre asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Am I your friend?” Andre’s signature smile graced his face in return to my sarcastic remark and he linked arms with mine. 

“You headed for crimefighting as well?”

“Yup, I got an update to my schedule during the shoot. I’ll be joining you in the junior class.”

“How did you manage that?” Andre asked as we posed for a few more selfies before heading through the large doors.

“No idea, but I’m sure it was dad. He texted, no, his PA texted right after the change.”

“Venice still around?”

“What? Oh no, she was like 5 PAs ago. Have we really not talked in that long?”

“I guess so, scary thoughts.” I snorted at his remark when we finally arrived at the junior crimefighters class. He dramatically pulled the door open for me. “Age before beauty.”

“That comment makes zero sense, I’m literally younger than you.”

“Exactly.” A loud and offended gasp left my mouth when I finally stepped into the class.

“Rude. Hey Jordan.” She seemed to shake out of their daydream when they looked up at us from her seat.

“Oh hey guys. Didn’t realize you were taking this class Vic.” I took a seat next to her and Andre sat down to my right after shooing off one of the other juniors.

“My dad made some calls supposedly?” They just narrowed their eyes and nodded at me.

“Right.” The flirty Jordan from last night was nowhere to be seen and I could quite palpably feel that the air around her felt heavier than normal. It was like a storm was brewing on the horizon.

“Jordan, look - I’m really sorry about Brink. I’ve only ever met him at some random premieres and book signings so I… I- fuck I’m not good with the whole emotions thing but if you ever need anything…”

Jordan after the end of my long spiel of stuttered phrases looked honestly really surprised. I cringed, emotions are not a thing that was ever promoted around supes. We were made of steel. But I felt like I needed to say something but before she could answer, either to rebuke my speech or to say thanks. The dean Indira Shetty walked into the room and smiled at us. 

“Professor Brinkeroff died the same way he taught: a hero…” I spent the entirety of her speech switching between staring at my gloves and at Jordan. Their left hand nervously tapped against the plastic table. I was drawn out of my, admittedly a little creepy, staring by the door loudly opening. Everyone in the classroom turned to look at who had appeared in the middle of the dean’s speech. It was Marie.

“Hi sorry I’m late.”

“I’m Dean Shetty. It’s a pleasure to meet you, please take a seat. We’re letting Ms. Moreau and Ms. Oaks audit the junior-year classes. What you and Andre did, it’s obvious you belonged here.” 

A pang of discomfort hit me like a freight train, I knew being a supe meant exploiting what you can to get to the top but it still felt horrible. I closed my eyes and willed myself to focus for the rest of the class.

I stayed behind after class to make sure that I would be able to be caught up with the material, Dean Shetty seemed more than accommodating and actually gave me a list of further reading I might be interested in for superhero psychology. 

I was busy organizing the new papers and my laptop, that I didn’t realize I had bumped into Jordan until I had pain radiating around my shoulder where we collided.

“Shit sorry, we really need to stop meeting like this.” I said when I finally met his eyes.

“It’s uh fine. Look, I just wanted to say thanks for that in there.” A sigh of relief escaped my body, okay great they weren’t angry at me.

“It was nothing really. I did mean it though if you need anything at all don’t be too scared to ask.”

“Actually… if you wouldn’t mind could you tell them what I did when you have your interview with Hailey Miller. I would really fucking appreciate it. I tried talking to Marie but honestly I don’t know if she will do it and my rankings are all fucked right now cause of the trustees.” My eyebrows shot up, I didn’t have time to look over the script so I thought that they were going to at least be mentioned. Quickly fishing out my phone, I scrolled through all the news coverage Godolkin was getting. Not a single fucking mention of Jordan.

“Shit yeah of course. I haven’t really checked the script or the news I thought that… wow Vought really fucking sucks more than I already thought they did.” Jordan lets out a slightly defeated laugh and runs a hand through their hair.

“So you’ll do it?”

“Yeah sure, I usually wing these interviews anyway. It’s fun to see my dad’s PR people become all frantic when I say something slightly off script. That’s actually how I came out as pan.”

“Oh fuck right, I remember that. It was all over the news. Those fucking headlines oh my god.” 

We both started laughing as I remembered the insane things the gossip papers printed. I had always had a rule of not searching myself up online but that whole thing basically stopped me from looking at any news altogether.

Jordan and I walked over to the cafeteria, falling into an easy conversation, almost as if we had known each other for forever. It was like we were surrounded by a sort of bubble, all of our issues and grief seemed to dissipate for a while when we just got to talk about everything and anything.

After spending the day going to classes, talking to Andre and Jordan and working through some of the reading the dean recommended, I emerged from my studies to find my phone blowing up from some random freshmen group chat I had been added to.

Quickly silencing the messages I didn’t bother to knock as I burst into my dorm room with a heavy sigh. Only to find 2 Emmas lying on Gemma’s bed. One of the Emmas seemed to have been furiously crying because her eyes were rimmed with red and the other was holding her tightly. They sprang apart the second they heard the door open and the one that had been crying looked between me and the other Emma with a surprised look on her face.

“Hey? Umm you okay Emma?” I asked, venturing a guess as to who had actually been crying.

“Uh yeah. Umm sorry is this weird? It’s definitely weird. I’m just going to-”

“Woah, Emma relax. Vic is like the least judgemental person ever right?” Emma shifted into Gemma a second later and looked at me with a pleading look on her face. Emma slowly sat back down on the bed and watched me, as if calculating the easiest way to get out of the dorm.

“Yeah, look I don’t know what happened. But whoever made you feel like this can instantly be dead, you just need to ask.” Emma let out a deprecating snuffle while I started to take off my gloves, when she realized what I was doing her eyes widened comically.

“No, no! It’s okay, no need to kill anyone.”

“You sure? Cause there was already an incident today…” I answered in a teasing tone and made a whole show of twisting my now ungloved hands in an overdramatized fashion. 

“Yeah please don’t kill anyone for me. I’m guessing you haven’t seen the video then?” Ah the group chat blow up must have been associated with whatever Emma was talking about.

“Uh no?”

“Somehow it astonishes me how famous you are and yet you have absolutely no clue about current events.” Gemma says as she tosses herself back against her assortment of pillows. Seeing as there was no more danger of Emma flying out of the room, I stepped away from the door and threw my now cramped bag onto my bed and settled into the bean bag that Gemma kept on her side of the room.

“Here I would rather you just see for yourself instead of me explaining it.” Emma tossed me her phone as I pulled my gloves back on. Over the next few minutes, my heart sank lower and lower in my body. Who the fuck did this girl think she is? 

When the video finally finished I looked up to the pair, who were now entwined in a position very similar to the one I had found them in. A too wide smile started to adorn my face.

“Are you sure I can't just kill her half way?” They both snorted even if they did look a little scared about the expression on my face.

“Look for real though, Emma I’m really fucking sorry about it all coming out like this. It should have been on your own terms or not at all. Either fucking way you are a badass and never ever let anyone think you are less than what you are, okay?”

“Aww you guys are going to make me start crying.” Emma stuttered out as tears started trickling down her cheeks, a grateful smile shone through - like a literal ray of sunshine had entered the room.

I started making my way to the interview way later than I probably should have but friends mattered more than stupid tv appearances, even if I had promised Jordan. Strangely enough I saw Andre a little ahead of me before he stopped and turned to look at the Lamplighter School. Tilting my head in question, I watched as he debated with himself for a second before walking towards the doors.

My interest peaked so I decided to follow him… it’s not like they could start the interview without two of the three ‘Guardians of Godolkin’ - okay yeah that was a shitty name. I followed behind Andre as quietly as I could until suddenly he stopped. Right in the middle of a hallway.

A second later he swiveled around and used his power to grab any of the metal that was embedded into the material of my clothes and pulled me towards him.

“Woah woah, Andre dude it’s just me.” I said before he could pull me too far, I walked out into the harshly lit corridor with my hands held up in an innocent gesture.

“Fucking hell. Victoria, what the hell are you doing here?” He asked hurriedly, sounding incredibly annoyed.

“I don’t know maybe if you bothered telling me why the hell you are sneaking into the fucking crimefighting school I wouldn’t be so suspicious!” I responded in the same harsh whispered tone.

“Ok fine you’re right. Come on, I'll explain on the way.” As we wandered through the hallways Andre showed me the video that he found on Luke’s phone, as I heard more and more of the message the same eerie feeling spread through my bones.

“I know what he’s talking about.” We had arrived at Brink’s door when the message stopped playing and I handed Andre back his phone.

“What?” 

“I don’t know it’s like this feeling. All I know is that it’s bad, really bad.” Andre looked at me with a slightly worried look on his face.

“You don’t think that…”

“Fuck I don’t know Andre. Vought has been up to some weird stuff but I remember my life at least I think I do… you know what, let’s not worry about that now. Let’s figure out how to get his brother the hell out of there.”

I felt like I was in some kind of spy movie as Andre quickly navigated Brink’s computer to pull up the files from The Woods. I had been assigned to look out so I stayed closer to the door until I started to hear the loud footsteps of the school’s campus security.

“Andre hurry the fuck up!” I slid under the desk and squeezed myself into a ball to allow Andre to hide under it as well, but he stayed up there quickly taking photos. In the last second, just as the door swung open he dropped down under the desk and silently closed the computer with his powers.

I could hear my heartbeat thudding in my ears as the security swarmed into the room, it felt like every breath I let out would attract their attraction and then Andre’s phone rang… he tried to turn it off but everytime he declined the call it just lit up again.

He looked at me pleadingly as I watched him, feeling absolutely frantic. This is bad. This is very very bad. Thank whatever god was out there that his phone turned off. I was about to let out a loud sigh of relief when I realized they were all still here. We weren’t out of the woods yet. 

After another minute of tense silence the security team left with a click of the door and my entire body relaxed onto the side of the desk. The curdled up position was already starting to hurt my back when Andre looked at me, echoing my relief.

“Fuck that was close.”

“Too close… you want to follow them don’t you?” Andre just shrugged with a sheepish smile, I let out a breath through my teeth and banged my head against the side of the desk for good measure.

“Fine, okay. We should probably go now.”

“Right yup.”

Andre and I tried to be as quiet as possible as we followed the security team through the grounds. Thankfully we had actually been training for this our entire lives… to be clear we trained to follow criminals not Vought security employees but with all this new information they might as well be the same thing.

The team finally came to a stop at the bottom of a stairwell, I leaned carefully over the railing making sure that I wasn’t too easily seen when a janitor appeared. Oh that’s not going to end well.

It seemed like my prediction ended up ringing true because a few seconds later the man was on the floor. Throat slit open and blood pooling around him. Andre let out a sharp gasp while I just bit my bottom lip - not letting any sound come out. 

Andre’s slip up cost us, the murderer looked up from his task and we moved quickly away from the stairwell.

“Let’s go, Greg will clean up later.”

We both let out a sigh of relief, this night was probably doing horrible things to my blood pressure… did supes even have high blood pressure? Before I could finish whatever strange train of thought my stressed out brain decided to conjure, a security guard came up behind us. 

Andre quickly shoved his gun into the wall as I tried to tug off my gloves but before they were even half way down my palms, a piercing wail seemed to drill into my brain.

“AHHH.” The ringing caused me to clutch my head in agony, my face scrunched up in pure and utter pain. I ended up falling backwards on the stairwell as the sound just seemed to get louder and louder and louder.

“Did you know supes have a wider range of hearing than us? Like dogs.” The man’s condescending little voice was the only thing that seemed to stop the utter pain of the ringing. Fuck.

“Hey Bob! Turn it off.” I was too busy feeling like my brain was leaking out of my ears to pay attention to the distant voice that had suddenly appeared. And then it stopped. Sweet, beautiful, wonderful relief.

It was serenely quiet for a second or so before I finally got my bearings again. When I looked up I found Cate instigating what seemed to be flashlight oral sex…? What the actual fuck. I carefully got up by gripping onto one of the metal railings. 

“Oh god Cate my savior.” The blonde turned to look at the pair of us with a smile on her face which instantly dropped as she tried to get down the stairs.

“Andre… Vic. We- we need to go.”

“Cate! Cate! Your eye! You’ve been pushing too much.”

“I’m fine… I’m fine.” That was the moment that she fainted, she fell right into my arms and Andre’s. We carefully placed her on the floor and I ripped off my sweater, placing it under her head as she convulsed.

“Shit, shit, shit. Cate! Cate!” 

“CATE!” I screamed out as I moved the bundle of clothing under her head but she didn’t stop convulsing. She couldn’t stop.

so yeah... hints at trauma and shit from vic's past - do be easy on her tho she has gone through enough accidental deaths to basically be desensitized at this point. ALSO I wanted to focus more on her supe side this chapter, hopefully that shone through cause like most other supes she has an ego the size of a planet lol - that's partially why she followed andre at the end instead of doing the interview

it's also funny to me that this poor girl has absolutely no idea what is going on with anyone else's backstory like the audience or the reader in this case knows more about everyone than she does

lmk what u think <3

taglist: @neapolitantoebeans @scorchedfangirl @losers-club6 @vvyuqi @bubblebuttwade

#gen v #gen v fanfic #gen v amazon #gen v spoilers #andre anderson #jordan li #marie moreau #luke riordan #golden boy #the boys #the boys fanfic #the boys tv #oc fic #gen v tv #victoria oaks #maria writes #the boys series #the boys amazon #cate dunlap #emma meyer

[rei-inari]

pspsp hii fellow grim fan! got any hcs?

hiiii fellow Grimmy lover ! ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ Ohh that's a good question, I usually keep these things in my head because I'm too shy to post anything but let's see. A lot of my hcs involve my MC personally so I hope that's okay. ☼ MC is female; artist; pet cat named Garrus; lives in Tokyo.

Spoilers below.

Casper's favorite color is black; she teases him that black isn't a color so he just huffs and says red.

Casper listens pretty much exclusively to heavy metal. She introduces him to melodic death metal and it's all he ever plays... except during Christmas time where he plays that one song on repeat, constantly, driving her insane.

He can't hold his alcohol, like, at all. He gets very handsy when drunk.

He's always bringing her new skin care products to try, he refuses to give up until she has a skin care routine that consists of more than "a bar of soap and sometimes sunscreen.. when she remembers."

He brings her a new bouquet of flowers every time the previous one wilts. They are always sunflowers with a mix in of seasonal flowers.

Casper loves cute things, he will never admit to it (he can't lie so), but that cute little axolotl plush sitting on their bed is proof enough.

Speaking of cute things, she introduces him to gachapon. At first he scoffs at it, "How could mortals be so easily assumed by such silly trinkets?" She rolls her eyes at him and puts a few coins into the machine. Out comes a silly little plastic egg, opening it reveals a tiny little clear plastic axolotl wearing a hat. She teases him as she puts it in his hand as they leave. There are 5 other types of axolotl figures in that machine. Later he comes back and blows a shit ton of money trying to win the rest. She has to take his wallet before he spends all his money.

She bought him a cute pair of light pink and red socks with chibi axolotl printed on them one day on her way home from work. He refuses to wear them but more often than not she'll look over as he's taking off his boots and there they are.

They have matching phone charms.

She felt really bad about teasing him about his use of kaomoji so whenever they're apart for long she'll text him ヾ( > ◡ < )ツ.｡*☆ and it usually just escalates from there.

He's very good at house work; cleaning, laundry, etc. Except cooking. He sucks at cooking. His diet of cup noodles is concerning.

He has a sweet tooth.

In any of the endings where he defects from the reaper organization he gets a new job as a programmer. He's completely self taught which he boasts about often.

Casper has hardly ever interacted with animals before, let alone lived with one. So when he moves in he gets to work researching everything to know about cats. He starts to play with Garrus daily, buy him little toys here and there, sneaks him treats. He pouts when she won't let him feed him breakfast/dinner that day.

He can't draw, but that doesn't stop him from leaving little sticky notes with his doodles scribbled on them in her sketchbook when he knows she's taking it to work. She hangs the post it notes on the wall in her cubicle.

Casper reads A LOT. He reads almost every night before bed. Mostly he reads tomes and texts that relate to the underworld or his job, but occasionally a smutty romance novel from the mortal world finds it's way into his hands.

He works out in his room daily.

Haaa that ended up being a lot longer than I thought, but the Casper brainrot is real so 🤭💕

#a date with death casper #a date with death #a date with death vn #adwd #a date with death headcanons #casper #a date with death grim #casper x f!mc

[squeakykid]

Day 7 (final day!!!) of Reddie Week, canon divergence. There are more chapters of this fic on AO3 if you're interested.

Eddie could still feel Richie's strong arms bundling him up as he shouted "Eddie! Get out of the way!" And then flipped himself on top of Eddie just in time for the claw to pierce entirely through Richie's stomach. It was a brutal, gory, death. It all happened too fast, so fast that it felt unreal. His head fogged over and he just stared. Richie's body was lifted in the air as if Pennywise was putting him proudly on display. ‘How did he know to push me out of the way?’ was all that was on Eddie's mind. Repeating over and over again. Bill ran over to Eddie and pulled him back into cover after he laid there, unmoving, covered in Richie's blood. Brave Richie. He always had to be brave. Eddie had his chance to be brave for Richie, to redeem himself, but he failed. Richie said Eddie was braver than he thought he was, but he couldn't have been more wrong. Eddie was a coward. He'd always been a coward. 

Richie was flung limply to the cave floor, but Eddie didn't even notice at first because he felt like his soul had left his body as soon as Richie was impaled. Like he was watching himself watch Richie from a bird's eye view. Like everything was just a fucked up dollhouse of horrors beyond comprehension. He was brought back to life by Richie's whimpers of "Eddie, Eddie, are you okay?" Eddie wanted to shout at him instantly. Hey dumbass! Worry about yourself for once! I'm fine! I'm totally completely fine, but you. Eddie was physically fine, but on the inside he was breaking. Shattering like glass that was only ever held together with scotch tape. The weak adhesive was never going to hold. 

Eddie went to his side. He looked at the wound and instantly knew it was hopeless. Richie was only still clinging onto life because death was resistant to take him. The grim reaper didn't want to put up with his annoying dick and your mom jokes. As Eddie held his jacket against Richie's wound to keep him with him as long as he could, he wished the grim reaper really wouldn't take him. That he'd leave him in Eddie's care because he was the only one that could really put up with Richie. He wanted to keep putting up with Richie's stupid jokes and hacky impressions forever. It was a gut punch to realize he wanted that at a time like this when, now, he had no realistic chance. 

"Is it bad?" Richie asked with a smile that reeked of fake optimism. 

"Yeah, pretty fucking bad, asshole." Eddie replied, still pressing hard against the wound. It was pointless. All it was doing was prolonging Richie's suffering. There was no saving him, Eddie knew that. He pressed hard anyway. "Why'd you do it?" He asked because he had to know. Why, Richie.

Richie just looked at him like he was speaking another language. "Why?" 

"Yeah." Eddie could feel the red rising in his eyes because what he said wasn't that hard to comprehend. "Why'd you do it, Rich? How'd you…how'd you know that I needed to move?" 

He shrugged lightly, seeming a bit drunk. "I just had a feeling something was gonna happen." 

"So, you got in front of it?" Eddie felt desperate.

Richie's words were starting to slur. "Didn't have a lot of time to think. Just knew I had to protect you." 

"Well, maybe you need to protect yourself, Richie!" Eddie snapped. He felt the color rising in his cheeks and noticed, in a hot panic, that he was starting to cry. 

Richie smiled loosely. "Tears? For little ole me, Eds?" 

"Shut up." Eddie spoke in quick puffs while he focused on keeping together the crumbling dam behind his eyes. He couldn't let himself break. 

Richie reached him with a weak hand and brushed the tears away. "Didn't know you cared so much." 

"Richie, you're being stupid. Can't you just stop being stupid for two minutes?" Eddie tried to catch his breath, but couldn't seem to get the breath to stay in his body. He felt himself reach for his inhaler, but of course it was gone. Wasted in a useless attempt to resist their fate. 

"Hey, hey, breathe," Richie put a grounding hand on Eddie's chest and took shallow breaths that seemed to hurt as he attempted to guide Eddie to breathe. And it was helping. Eddie hated himself for that. That he could let Richie help him even though he was the one that was dying. "There you go, that's better." Richie smiled at him.

"Don't be like that." Eddie reprimanded. 

"Like what?"

"Aren't you scared?" Eddie blurted out, tears flying from his eyes and spit from his mouth. 

"Nah," he said, but Eddie knew he was lying. "I got Dr. K right here to fix me up."

"I can't ‘fix you up’, Richie! What could I possibly do? I'm not a doctor, I'm a fucking risk analyst, and the chances that you're gonna die with those injuries are…" he trailed off. He knew Richie knew that with the sad way he kept smiling at him. 

There was a thick silence between them, full of words neither of them could seem to say. "I know." Richie said. "But I'd do it again if it meant you'd be okay." His voice was getting thinner and more distant. 

"Well, that's fucking stupid." He shouted, feeling the warm blood soaking fully through the jacket. "What if I didn't fucking want you to, huh? What if I don't want to live if it means you're gonna die?" Richie's eyes seemed to grow further and further away. "Answer me, Richie!" He screamed wildly. "Answer me!" Eddie shook him, beat on his chest, screamed, but he was gone. There was no more life in his eyes. Eddie took off his glasses, folded them, and put them in his back pocket. Then, he brought a reluctant hand up to Richie's cold, still, cheek. "You idiot." He whimpered as he looked around to make sure no one was looking and pressed a gentle kiss to Richie's forehead. 

Running from Richie's side like a shot, Eddie joined the others as they tried to fight against the force that tore Richie from him forever. "Hey asshole!" Eddie shouted, the fear he felt evaporating, replaced with buzzing rage. 

Everyone looked at him. "Eddie, what are you doing?" Bev asked carefully, approaching him like a man on a building that was about to jump. 

"Trust me." Eddie insisted. "I was choking him at the pharmacy. Really choking him. I was winning. I know I was. I knocked him off his game and made him feel small." Recognition registered in Bev's eyes as Eddie turned back to Pennywise. "You think I'm fucking afraid of a balding clown with a big forehead? That's actually hysterical. I have a lot of practice dealing with clowns that are way funnier than you. So, if you're not scary and you're not funny, then what the fuck good are you? Pretty shitty fucking clown." 

"I'm the eater of worlds!" The giant spider form of Pennywise seemed to stumble slightly. 

"Cute nickname, but last I checked you eat kids, not worlds. So, maybe you should rethink this little god complex you have going on. It's not so hard when you're picking on helpless kids. I could punt a kid across the room, but I don't. You know why I don't? Because I'm not a fucking weak asshole who needs to hurt kids to feel powerful. Fuck you." All of Eddie's nerve endings were buzzing. It was working. He could tell it was working. 

"You're a weak old woman!" Bev added, standing behind Eddie. 

"You're just a stupid fucking clown!" The others joined in one by one to back up Eddie and lead the assault on Pennywise.

Insult by insult they chipped away at Pennywise until it was nothing more than a white quivering lump on the ground, like a melting discarded ice cream cone. Eddie glowered down at it. Its tiny hands reached out as it spoke on a mousy squeak. "Spare me." It begged only once and Eddie let loose an easy bitter laugh, as he tore his nails into its chest with both hands and tore out what its little hands tried to protect. A beating heart. "This is for Richie, you ugly nasty pathetic worm." Eddie could hear his voice crack and squeal, but he didn't give a fuck. He drew the heart high above his head and tossed it with force onto the ground, moving on it. Kicking and stomping savagely. The others joined in briefly until the deadlights went out and Pennywise shriveled away like ash and dust in the wind. Eddie was still stomping even when there was nothing else there and the place started to come down. 

(you may recognize this @gloomy-prince drew it for this fic

"Where's Richie?" Bill asked, pulling Eddie from his focused assault.

Eddie's hand went to Richie's glasses in his pocket, the pocket where he used to keep his inhaler. "Richie's gone." He forced out. Several eyes caught his as they looked at each other, beginning to panic. "He's gone." Eddie said more firmly. "Now, get out of here before I have to bury more of my best friends." They all nodded, knowing they didn't have long. The place was coming down all around them. 

He knew he was leaving Richie there, but what could he do? Richie was gone. He wouldn't have been able to carry the other, much larger, man out. He knew he couldn't disrespect Richie's sacrifice by doing something stupid like trying to get him out. No matter how much he wished he could. No matter how much the thought of his childhood best friend rotting down there forever made his skin itch. 

The Losers went to the quarry to wash away the dirt and gray water. Eddie mostly stayed to the side on dry land and watched them in the water. He had Richie's glasses, still smeared with his blood, in his hands. Things were quiet. Eerily quiet without Richie. He'd never be there to fill the silence again. 

Bev floated over to the bank where Eddie reclined. "Hey," she said. 

"Hey," he said back, but didn't meet her gaze. 

She pulled herself slightly up to sit with him. She saw the glasses and took a long look. "Do you want me to clean them off for you?" 

"No." He replied coolly, still not meeting her eyes. "I can't do it." He said finally.

"Can't do what?" Her voice was soft and smooth like a gentle blanket bundling him up. 

"I can't wash it away. It's all I have left." He still refused to look at her, but tightened his grip on the glasses. 

She nodded in understanding. "I saw." She said. 

"Saw what?

"I saw him die." He looked back at her. "I saw us all die in so many ways. I didn't know which ones were real. I had no idea. I'm so sorry." She was trembling. "It's like…every possibility from every possible universe ran through my head." He wanted to reach out to her, but his hands wouldn't move from Richie's glasses. "Did you kiss his head?" She asked quietly and eventually took his silence as an answer. "I saw that too." She said, "Just that much. I always knew how much he meant to you. How much you meant to each other. If it were you-" 

"Thank you, Beverly," he cut her off gently. "I don't blame you at all. You did everything you could." She nodded in understanding and slowly went back to be with Ben. They deserved to be happy. He just wished so fucking hard that Richie was causing trouble in the water, splashing grieving faces until they turn to smiles. He'd have done that for them if he had lived. If Richie had lived he'd be able to make them all smile. Eddie couldn't do that. He didn't have that magic inside him that Richie did. The power to make even the most dire situation tolerable. He always did that for Eddie, even if he was annoying the hell out of him. If it were Eddie that died, Richie could have made everyone feel better again. But Richie didn't live. Eddie did. And Eddie couldn't do that. 

So, he was back on the plane to New York because his vacation days would run out by Monday, and what else was he supposed to do? He couldn't change things. He and Richie had talked about staying in touch. Leaving together to spend a few days catching up before they had to go back to their lives. If Eddie even wanted to go back to his life after spending any more time with Richie. He wasn't sure if he would have, but now he'd never know. Now Richie was rotting under Neibolt and, well, those risks weren't gonna analyze themselves. 

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it 2017 #it by stephen king #reddie week #reddie week 2023 #reddieweek #death #violence #day 7 canon divergence #sunnywrites #fanfiction #long post

[grantspectortrash]

Bad To The Bone

pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Halloween night, King Steve on the cusp of Good Steve, and a shared love for The Karate Kid. Flirting that you'd never admit to, a party that you'll never forget.

word count: 3.2K

A/N: aha honestly? I just wanted to combine my love for Steve Harrington, Cobra Kai/Karate Kid and Halloween all into one place. Hope you enjoy! Requests are open btw <3

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It's Halloween 1984 and somebody is dressed as a skeleton.

But not any old skeleton - they're dressed up as Johnny Lawrence's skeleton, headphones around his neck and all, completely identical to the costume in The Karate Kid.

You wonder how long it took them to create it, and how many times they went to the cinema in order to memorise it down to the very last thread.

You can't see their face, but they're on the dancefloor and they are killing it - no Halloween pun intended.

Tina is the one throwing the party, claiming that she is the 'ghostess with the mostest'. Her house is large enough to host all of your classmates and more. You're pretty sure that there's some underage kids hanging out and drinking in her backyard, but that isn't your problem.

And, while you take in the scenery and stand in Tina's kitchen, you contemplate why you ever thought dressing up as Mr Miyagi was a good idea - bald cap and all.

Robin, your best friend in the entire world, had bailed on you this Halloween. Sure, maybe she couldn't get out of going to her cousin's wedding, but why did it have to be the same weekend as Halloween? The pair of you were always Batman and Robin, and surprisingly you were always Robin. That joke never got old, not to you at least.

Most girls, if not all, at the party had gone for the sexy side of Halloween dress-up. Sexy ghosts, sexy nuns, Princess Leia in her golden bikini. One very specific, very skimpy, sexy E.T. who had lights glowing from her boobs instead of her finger.

You think it's the first time you've seen an alien that wants to get probed. Alas, you digress.

The Johnny Lawrence poser is dancing as '(Don't Fear) The Reaper' is playing from the large speakers that Tina has borrowed from her boyfriend Chris.

Although you're not very close to Tina, you get the urge to tell her that while she's dancing with her friends, Chris is making out with Stacey in the downstairs bathroom behind you.

Each time their hankering bodies collide with the bathroom door, you take one step further into the kitchen and one step further away from whatever is going on inside that bathroom. You're grateful the music covers their noises.

Nobody has spoken to you in about twenty minutes, and the only conversation you did have was when someone, clearly already drunk and dressed like Danny Zuko yelled "Wax on, wax off!" in your face as he grabbed yet another beer bottle from the kitchen counter.

You had wondered if he had a Sandy to pair up with, but when he sauntered back into the crowd you saw the mass of T-Birds waiting for him.

Hiding out in the kitchen has it's privileges. You had already swiped two bottles of the cheep beer yourself, and now you nurse the second by taking tiny sips at regular intervals and clutching the bottle tightly just so that you have something to do with your hands.

The song ends and a new one starts, and you watch as the skeleton gestures to some of the people he's with - you don't recognise any of them.

His thumb jabs over to the direction of the kitchen and soon he's snaking through the throng of costumed people on the dancefloor, all drunk or high to a varying degree.

As he gets closer you wonder if he'll see you. You wonder if you know him. You still can't see his face; the makeup is deceiving and his hair is hidden by the hood of the costume.

The skeleton-clad boy moves to the other end of the kitchen, his back to you. He grabs a bottle from the counter and absentmindedly cracks the cap off with his teeth. It's an act you're sure a dentist wouldn't approve of, but it comes across as quite an impressive act, and a slightly attractive thing to do.

He pulls the cap from his mouth and flicks it onto the counter. It's only then that he takes in what's been going on in the kitchen.

There's a guy who's been stood over the punch bowl for the last ten minutes, tipping in various bottles of spirits and mixers and meticulously stirring it, all while dressed as a baseball player.

A couple, dressed as Fred and Daphne from the Scooby gang, have been arguing just as long. Their hushed tones are hidden by the music, but whatever is going on neither of them are happy about.

And then there's you. And the skeleton boy can see that.

He turn towards you fully, grinning, and it's only then that you wish you hadn't been staring at him all night. You wish you hadn't created an idea of who he might be in your head. Because he smiles and it's unmistakeable. It's pretty and popular and all the girls love it.

You have to stop yourself from cursing.

"Oh shit, Mr Miyagi. Better stay away from you." He takes a sip from his beer and leans casually on the counter beside you.

He is no longer skeleton boy, the guy with the bad dance moves and the good taste in movies.

He's Steve Harrington. King Steve. Douchebag of all douchebags. And your crush since about eighth grade, not that you'd admit that to yourself. Or him.

And sure, the crush faded in and out, because it was never going to be reciprocated, and honestly you didn't care.

But tonight he looked like Johnny Lawrence, and you had to keep reminding yourself who he really was under his clothes and all of that makeup.

A bully. A rich boy. A reminder of why you didn't need a guy in your life.

And yet, even after all your reminding, when he's dressed as Johnny Lawrence he's almost someone else. Almost the guy you created in your head.

"Yeah, one wrong move and you're dead, Harrington." You reply, rolling your eyes and taking a sip of beer for good measure.

Steve brings his own bottle to his lips, and laughs.

"It's Y/N, right? We have maths together." He asks, and you're surprised he even remembers your name let alone the classes you have together.

You nod.

Steve smiles then, almost proud of himself for remembering, and it's difficult to picture his real face under all the makeup - all you can see is Johnny Lawrence and it's beginning to become a little flustering. No, frustrating. Yeah, that's what you mean. Frustrating.

He says something just as the music gets cranked up. 'The Monster Mash' is playing at a deafening volume, no doubt something the neighbours won't appreciate, along with the smoking and yelling and all the other noises omitting from the house.

You look over at the dancefloor to notice Tina is gone - you hope she's not looking for her cheating, scumbag boyfriend. She's better without.

You turn back to Steve, "Huh?" You have to practically yell to be heard.

Steve repeats whatever he said, only for you to not hear him again. You shake your head.

This time, Steve rolls his eyes. Then, he's ducking his head so it's close to yours and his lips are against your ear. His breath is warm and it sends a spark straight down your spine.

"I said, only hot chicks can pull off a bald cap, I'm impressed."

He pulls away and suddenly the heat isn't from his breath, it's across your cheeks and burning the tops of your ears.

You don't want to admit to yourself that it's because of Steve fucking Harrington, so you blame it on the fact he looks like Cobra Kai's bad boy.

"I - uh, umm..." It very quickly seems like you can't find your voice. You swallow hard, hoping to clear the lump in your throat. You don't know what to say.

And Steve's loving every second of it. There's a smug look on his face, and undeniable sparkle in his brown eyes.

You're about to yell at him. Steel yourself and tell him what's what, when the music gets cut.

Everybody turns to the speaker, including you and Steve. Whatever moment the two of you shared passes. Tina's ripped the cord, and she's standing there in her cheerleading outfit, shaking a pom aggressively.

"Where's Chris?"

As soon as she yells his name, Stacey storms out of the bathroom behind you. Her hair is a mess and her identical cheerleading outfit is ripped. A lipstick stain smears the right side of her face.

"You said you'd broken up!" She's marches across the kitchen and Steve pulls you close to him so that you're out of the girl’s way.

Seconds later, Chris appears. His trousers by his ankles and lipstick all over his face and exposed chest. A line of kisses trail all the way down to his boxers.

"Stacey! Tina!" He stumbles across the kitchen, making his way behind you. Once he passes, you push yourself away from Steve, aware of how close the pair of you were.

The two girls start yelling, moving towards the direction of the front door as they start grappling each other. Tina has Stacey by the hair, while Stacey is trying to shove Tina's pom down her throat. Chris hauls ass behind them, yelling apologies that neither of the girls are paying attention to.

They leave through the front door, and the yelling becomes fainter as they move across the lawn. Someone dressed as a ghost pulls the front door shut, and plugs the speaker back in. The music commences, quieter this time.

"Holy hell." You shake your head and finish your second beer of the night. The alcohol hasn't affected you yet, and it's making you feel left out. Everyone here seems even a little bit tipsy. Apart from you. And, well, maybe Steve too.

"Yikes. That’s depressing." Steve replies, and without asking, leans behind him to grab you another bottle. He does the teeth thing again with the cap and you laugh.

"That's a very Johnny Lawrence move, you know."

That earns a grin from Steve, his real teeth showing instead of the fake skeleton teeth painted on his skin. "What can I say? I'm bad to the bone."

You try to hold in the laughter. For someone who was meant to be cool and popular, Steve was proving to be quite corny.

You take a risk by asking, "Talking of bad boys, why aren't you flooded with your usual admiring fans tonight?” Then you carry on, just to add the illusion of disinterest, “And Tommy?”

Then, you take a long sip of your third beer until the embarrassment of asking goes away. You nearly drain the bottle.

"Well," Steve says, glancing over to the masses of dancing girls who are all dressed up like sexy cavewomen. The actual cheerleading squad.

"They found out I was dating Nancy Wheeler, and I had to stop basketball practice to get my grades up. All of which apparently made me lame. And then Nancy dumped me, yesterday actually. So turns out I'm not as cool as I once was."

He reaches out to touch the fake Mr Miyagi beard stuck to your chin. You slap his hand away, with no real heat behind the act.

"Hence why you're talking to me." You laugh, a little bit of the alcohol taking effect now. Your insides feel warm and you're not worried if your comment seems insensitive. Steve doesn't seem to mind.

And the fall of King Steve is almost intriguing to you. He was funny. And had good take in films. And was talking to you like he actually cared.

"Yeah. Right. Hence why I'm talking to you." Steve's voice is full of sarcasm. But, he's smiling. A real genuine smile that makes you think that maybe Steve Harrington isn't so bad. Maybe.

His clinks his beer bottle with yours then, and tips his head up to take a long swig from his bottle. You watch as his Adam's Apple bobs.

You take a sip after he takes his, and he watches as you do. Some impulse draws him closer to you, and he pulls the bald-cap away from your head. You take the bottle away from your lips and take your natural hair out of its hairband. It falls roughly, kind of sweaty and bobby-pinned in place, but Steve nods anyway.

"Much better." He says, and winks.

It's in that moment that you think something passes between the pair of you. Something special, something that's yours. A strange acknowledgement of something that's just begun.

But hey, maybe it's just the alcohol talking.

You pull the fake beard away from your face and set down the third empty beer bottle of the night. "Want to go outside?"

Steve nods.

Five minutes later you find yourself on a swing set with Steve beside you. The beer bottles and the music are forgotten. There's only a couple people outside, all appreciating the slightly quieter outdoors. Two guys are sharing a joint and are deep in conversation, but they're not in hearing distance.

Wherever the love-triangle of Stacey, Tina and Chris got to is a mystery, but you're glad the drama is nowhere near you.

Steve's pulled the skeleton hood off now, revealing tufts of messy brown hair. His heels are dug into the ground, and truth be told he's a little bit too tall for the set, but he swings slightly all the same.

The sky's pitch black but the tree above you has been bombarded with enough fairy lights to attract an entire moth family. The lights reflect in Steve's eyes.

"I'm sorry about Nancy, by the way." You don't know what makes you say it, but the words come out of your mouth anyway.

"Thanks, Y/N. I think you're actually the first person who's actually said that. Everyone else is glad that we’re done."

There's a tinge of hurt in Steve's voice, and he won't meet your gaze.

"Are you glad you’re done?" You ask even though you can already guess the answer from the look on his face.

"Yes, and no. I don't know. She's in love with someone else. I have to respect that. Maybe what we had was love, maybe it wasn't. Whatever."

You know it shouldn't, but his comments gains a laugh from you, "King Steve respecting women, who would have thought it?"

Steve cracks a small smile, almost painful, and suddenly you feel bad.

"Sorry." You say, "That was in bad taste."

He looks at you then, all soft eyes and skeleton makeup. "No, it's okay. You're not wrong."

There's a brief silence between the two of you, and you watch as the couple dressed as Fred and Daphne - who were arguing the last time you saw them - are stepping out of the back door in tandem. The guy’s hands are on the girl’s ass, her's are in his hair. They're snogging at a rapid rate, and not even looking where they're going. They find a tree, and start making out against it. Their kissing noises are off-putting.

"Well at least now I'm single I don't have to be embarrassing like that." Steve laughs, but the act seems perfunctory. "Anyway."

He stops swinging and looks at you, scanning you quickly before smiling. He leans over to poke you on the knee. "What about you?"

You frown, "What about me?"

Your question gains a smirk, "You know. Are you dating anyone? What's up in the world of Y/N?"

"Oh, well, not much." Your hand comes to the back of your neck, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed. Your fingers itch to be holding another bottle of beer - where was that liquid courage when you needed it?

"I'm single. Very. Always. And it's fine, I guess. Yeah. I'm fine."

Under all his face-paint, Steve's left eyebrow quirks up at you, "You sure?" He's trying to hide a smile, and you move to lightly hit his foot with your own.

"Shut up, Harrington."

"No, come on. You must have thought about someone though. Like the prom's coming up soon, who would you ask?"

You groan, burying your face into your hands. Fuck sake.

Steve moves then, you can feel it more than see it. You peek through your fingers to see him crouched in front of you, his hands coming to rest on your knees. There's a warmth radiating off him, one that you can't ignore.

"Y/N, why're you hiding from me?" Steve's voice is barely a whisper. It gains another spark down your spine, one that circles back around your body and straight into your heart.

You were going to have so much explaining to do when Robin got home.

"You." The words come out of your mouth in a mumble, and you're still hiding behind your fingers. Steve moves them for you. You become very aware of his hands on yours, the way his fingers interlock with yours and rest between your knees. It seems easy. It seems right.

"What was that?" You can tell he's not trying to be mean. He's genuinely curious. His fingers slip out from yours and you end up squeezing your fists tight.

"I'd ask you. You know, the version of you that isn't a dick, anyway."

Steve smiles so hard to the point where he ends up looking kinda goofy, and ultimately, a little bit pleased too.

So, you do the only thing you can think of. You push him with your knees and it sends him landing on his ass.

He guffaws, “Damn, I was right. Gotta stay away from Mr Miyagi."

You stand up and offer him your hand; he takes it.

Steve brushes himself off before looking at you again. He notices the tint in your cheeks, definitely not just from the alcohol this time.

"Tell you what, considering that I'm not cool or a dick anymore, do you think you could handle being friends? Go from there?" There's a gentleness in Steve's voice that fully convinces you maybe King Steve is dead for good.

Maybe tonight, dressed as Johnny Lawrence, there's some sort of symbolism there. The last night of being a bad boy.

You nod, embarrassed and endeared all at the same time. "Sure. Cool. Works for me."

Steve sticks his hand out, cracking another smile, "I'm Steve Harrington. Nice to meet you."

You can't help but laugh, even if you do take his hand and accept the shake. It's almost like a deal. A secret between the two of you. And you have no idea how it happened.

"Hi, Steve. You know, for someone who's been popular for a long time, being a corny loser kind of suits you."

"I guess so. Perhaps hanging around with you has that effect."

You're both smiling, but you hit Steve in the stomach all the same. It leads to an all out Miyagi-Do vs Cobra Kai fight, although you're not really throwing your punches and Steve's totally letting you win. But this is a friendship you didn't know you needed. Hell, maybe is was going to be more than a friendship. And it seems wonderful - an unexpected treat on a Halloween night.

#steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #cobra kai #stranger things #stranger things halloween #the karate kid

[leorawright]

Ana, Reinhardt, Soldier 76 and Reaper with a Reader who they see like their grandchild? Also, Reader is obsessed with soda and just randomly gives it out to them

?? I can try???

Overwatch with grandchild who loves soda

Reinhardt

He was super confused by simply how much soda you drank

He encourages you to drunk more water but never forces you

Plus you're his grandchild so you get spoiled by him

If you hand him a soda can of course he's gonna drink it it's a gift from you

For some reason he really likes Sprite

Soldier 76

He's skeptical of the amount of soda you drink and will often switch your soda can for a water bottle

He politely refuses any soda as he doesn't like the sugary taste

But he always takes the can anyways because he can't refuse you

Reaper

Believe it or not Reaper drinks a lot of soda as well

And he's always getting you the best brands and your favorite flavor because he can't have you drinking off brand sode not his precious grandchild

Any soda you offer him he will take immediately and chug it

He's surprisingly soft around you considering he runs a criminal organization

#overwatch x reader #reinhardt x reader #soldier 76 x reader #reaper x reader #platonic

[crmsnmth]

The Things We Leave Behind

Death is silent. No. Death is cruel. is sadistic. is merciless. is callous. is harsh. is atrocious. is ruthless. is evil. is bitter. is brutal. is uncaring. is wicked. is unkind. No, that's wrong too. Death is the fairest force of nature we got.

Death doesn't discriminate. We all face those boney fingers eventually. Not one human being has proven immortality yet And it'll be a cold day in Hell when we figure that out. With the world on it's collapse, who would want to be immortal? Death knows this, and when it comes, it's best just to take it's hand, and hold tight. The reaper is just the delivery man, your Amazon package has arrived And you can't even remember what it was that you ordered but it's a nice way to liven up a Thursday afternoon.

Death is violent. Violent like a child throwing a tantrum in a Wal-Mart candy aisle Like a bar fight ending in cuffs and broken noses. Like a drunk coming home to beat his dog senseless, secretly wishing the dog would just snap. Suicide is too scary. Let the dog do the dirty work. In comfortable hospital rooms, high on morphine and fentanyl, the violence lingers in the air The same hospital smell of shit, vomit, and cleaning chemicals. Everything has to be sterile for the dying. Make sure his hands are restrained so he can't pull the tube out. He can't speak. He can't speak but he tries, and I never learned how to read lips.

The room is quiet, except for the machine that breathes for him. A constant lung substitutes. A constant beeping pulse. A TV plays an unwatched and forgotten show. What's the point of caring when your never even awake for more than ten minutes at a time. Sweet sleep is the transition into death, and we practice for the big show every single time we close our eyes.

Death is violent. It's violent to the dead, but it's even worse of an abuser to the living. Curled fists, thrown dishes, stab wounds and bullet holes. Death is worse for those still breathing. Grief. Grief is an often-forgotten emotion, only being a little less of a surprise than a prepared for death still happening. The living watch the living transition to empty vessels surrounded by loved ones, at least for a few moments. An hour or two, to say goodbyes. Death hooks your lungs as you try to speak those last words, the last words you'll ever say to your father. I love you, pop. Were they good enough. Death is anxiety. Death is uncertain. Death is questioning. Death is violence.

Death is instant. One minute a word, the next airless lungs. Eyes for second see everything in the room, to fading residuals of light tracers. And we watch. We watch everything deflate one last time.

Death is silent. There is a stillness to the air of the dying. It seems to freeze the very essence of the room. A hospital room. Nobody wants to die in a hospital room. In the never ending beeps that disappear, both in the dying ears, and in the living who now hear nothing in the room but a very high pitched sound. Needles straight to the brain.

Death is violence. Tears break in salt water streams. Sobs stab at the lungs. And a curious pressure squeezes your heart, and the very vessels that your blood is flowing in. Your blood stops. Everything stops. What are you supposed to do after death? What are you supposed to do with the things we leave behind?

The things that get left behind. How do you go through those possessions and divvy them up between loved ones? The things we leave behind seem to hit the hardest. That's death's final shot on the living. The memories that appear out of seemingly no where A song on the radio, now bittersweet instead of sugar A film laughing, and suddenly tears as you hear the laugh of the past A book once read, but now sits unfinished with dog ear pages I still dog ear my books like crazy. A habit I never broke from you. A certain meal, a certain smell, a familiar taste, a familiar room It's amazing the places that ghosts like to appear in And they say hello, in death's final shots just to remind you for one second that death is violent

A life-time gone in a matter of seconds and I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to do with this information. Just store it away and let it build into yet another repressed mental illness because I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think. I don't even know how I'm really supposed to feel at this point.

Death is violent. So fucking violent.

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[sol-consort]

btw have you noticed when javik talks about how much better prothean cuisine is, he lists out multiple races used as food EXCEPT human https://youtu.be/UCzcFDK9ls8?si=WaaQjQ0ZDQG751ln&t=4532 1:15:32 timestamp bee tee double u

I HAVE NOTICED IT. like damn not using us as food despite our bodies having more meat and fat than the other races? That's literally the sweetest thing protheons have done when you compare it to their normal actions. Like they used to eat that hanar who eventually worshipped them but us? The adorable humans? Nah we got a pass and protheons kept obsevering us from Mars instead, occasionally borrowing a human to read them with a single touch, pet their hair then return them to earth.

Not only that, but he doesn't insult us at all! While saying this, I realised how much to outisder it would sound like we are in an abusive relationship with Javik, but nah dw dw he is just like that. Anyway so his only insult for humans is when he calls us primitives while including us with the other species, or when Brooks betrays us and he says typical human behaviour, BUT THAT'S SUBJECTIVELY NOT AN INSULT.

Meanwhile, he keeps digging at the asari for not figuring out writing sooner for having their advancements and biotics handed to them by the protheons. He keeps saying how the salarians used to lick their own eyeballs and eat flies, but he never mentions our embarrassing moments in the caves, not how embarrassingly long it took us to discover farming or tame horses. He spares us the scolding.

Like even the fact we can influence him as Shepard. A whole protheon only allows the human to change his opinion because he likes our species? We can encourage him to view the memory shard or tell him not to, we can nudge him to be softer with Liara, and he actually listens.

In the citadel DLC party, he only ever asks the humans if he can touch them while he is drunk. In the next morning hangover, he only ever talks bad about the asari. That dude is desperately pspspsing at us in his own protheon way, hoping we'd spare him a glance. Somehow, it's like only the humans remain the same comfortingly familiar race while all the other species changed beyond recognition for him.

That's why he sticks by our side. That's why he is so open to Shepard's questions and addresses you as commander the second he boards your ship. So many things changed in the universe he used to know, but somehow, the humans managed to protect the sparkling light in their eyes amidst the storms. He is relieved that we still cuddle and play hard to get with emotions as if he can't just read us with a single finger, he is glad we haven't lost our curiosity or adorable stubborn ego and pride that makes him feel proud to see us use.

If the humans weren't there, he would've been much more hostile and less willing to cooperate. Seeing how each race is looking out for their own and repeating the mistakes of the past. Without the infectious human hope, then Javik would've fallen to despair and faced the reapers alone as a last attempt of a dignified death.

#☆Javik #☆humans #☆human kink

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"It's nice to actually see you in Arkhelios. You're always off at school when I come by."

Melvin Jr Hydes smiled at Theo. It really was nice to see the Bellamy child closest to his own age. Melvin was going to college in a few weeks, so he wasn't sure when the next time he'd see Theo would be. Arkhelios certainly talked about Theo often, and Melvin couldn't resist seeing the infamous demon hybrid for himself.

Of course, Theo had come home with his boyfriend, Adam, who never seemed to be far from his side, as well as Adam's cousin Eero. The three of them joked about magic and Pleasantview and demons, all things that Melvin knew very little about but was interested in learning more about. Soon, he'd be leaving for adventures of his own in the world beyond Arkhelios.

"You're lucky that you get to go to school in Pleasantview," Eero grumbled. "Aunt Edana says we can't transfer from the Arkhelios coven's 'classes' until next year. We're 'helping her keep an eye on them' or something."

"Well, you are," Adam insisted. "She always has a plan for everything. You're there for a reason."

"And that reason is because she can't stand looking at us," Eero shot back. "We're practically the same age, Adam. She raised you and your sister and half-siblings, but when she was given custody of me and Despina, we were the ones who were raised by the coven, not you."

"She was young and just lost your dad," Adam protested. "How many kids could you raise by yourself? It's not like she abandoned you. She's paid for everything you and Despina need and you guys were always at the house."

"Geez, you're overly defensive. She's your mom, not your girlfriend."

"You wouldn't know what having a mom is like, considering yours died in a cult that was trying to sacrifice you to the Grim Reaper!" Adam snapped, only to regret his words when he saw the look on his cousin's face. "Shit, I'm sorry, Eero. That was uncalled for. I don't know why i said that. My mom did the best she could for you guys, that's all I meant."

"So, the kids are behaving, Theo hasn't said anything snarky since he got home, and dinner was great. I think we should celebrate."

Abe took his husband in his arms, swaying to the music of the stereo that the teens were blasting to muffle their conversations.

"I agree," Abe murmured, spinning his husband around when the song sped up. "Things may finally be settling down. At this rate, we may be able to go on a date if we wanted. Imagine leaving the house for something other than groceries, work and pediatric check ups. It's unthinkable."

"That sounds wonderful," Roman agreed, nuzzling into Abe's shoulder. "A real date, for grown-ups only. A bar maybe. It's been ages since I've been drunk in public, staggering my way back home."

"You're only twenty-nine once. You have to live a little before you hit thirty."

"Oh, trust me, I've lived plenty," Roman laughed. "Having a kid at sixteen and murderous mother will do that to you. I'm so glad that you're still here beside me after all these years."

"Me too."

"So, uh, Melvin. What are you taking in college?" Adam asked, awkwardly changing the subject.

Melvin shrugged.

"My dad wants me to take police foundations and follow the family business," he replied. "I'm not so sure that that's for me though. I'll see what I like when I get there. I applied for philosophy. Whatever I end up studying, I'm sure it will be something that I'm just as passionate about as he is policing."

"Hey, the kids are asleep, and Theo seems to be pretty distracted with his friends. I might, uh, retire to the bedroom for a bit, if you wanted to come with me," Roman offered, kissing his husband passionately.

Abe smiled against Roman's lips and nodded.

"That sounds like a great idea."

#arkhelios #roman bellamy #abe chun #sim: theo bellamy #theo bellamy #adam darktide #Eero Darktide #arkhelios adventures #melvin Jr Hydes #AbeRo not being toxic for once

[gojosusedthong]

♱ Au/Character/Relationship Trope suggestions but they get more specific ♱ :

「 ✰ Red is my personal fav :- 」

Cocky Boxer x mature trainer

Tired sheriff x criminal who loves the chase

flower shop x tattoo shop

Dumb x dumber

Chubby (insecure about it) x finds it sexy

Hates touch x extreme ocd

Farmer x curious city boy

Too sober x too drunk

Reincarnated dude x lover from past life

Hot electrician x stay at home husband

Tall shy x small big daddy energy

Sylvia Plath girl x Albert Camus guy

Art school student x cocky engineering student

Rich modern artist x renaissance dick rider who hates them

Overly explains the history of ancient artifacts x "I know"

Sir you're not allowed to dress in a chicken mascot here x doesn't stop

Makes literature/book references x the only one who understands them

Avoids paying for meals in restaurants in creative ways x doesn't fall for any of their tricks

Breathes x JSVDJEJWMWNSN

Emo artist x bubbly scientist

Baker x single dad with 2 daughters

Arrogant celebrity x fan who pretends to not care about them (they're losing their mind)

Talkative coffee shop barista x grumpy insomniac who only drinks black coffee

Obnoxious x tolerant

Museum lover x hates museum

Poor asf x has money to burn

Electric guitarist x amateur guitarist

Bulky patient plumber x clumsy himbo

People only like them for their looks x blind

stalker x worse stalker who stalks the stalker

Apologist x why are you apologizing?

Angry villain asking 'who did this?' x hero who's severely injured by another villain

Bad first impression x doesn't let them forget about it

Rude asf x apologizes for them

Depressed x depressed but intellectually dramatic about it (reads Kafka)

Flirty x wants nothing to do with them but falls twice as hard at the end

Author who hangs out at graveyards x a really concerned passerby

lost man x letting lost man sleep in his house

Immortal x a really confused Grim Reaper

Prince who can't sleep x musician who can make them sleepy

Receptionist x highly annoying store repeater

Loves pottery x asks them to help with pottery

Underrated singer x is their Top listener

Librarian x guy who can't read but stays in the library anyway

Overworked student x student who always sleep but scores higher

Friendly gardener x cold businessman but has a soft spot for them

Visits abandoned buildings x coward (they're build like a tank)

"Wait...so you're not a girl?" x "I get that a lot"

Elementary school teacher x accountant who dislikes children (says they're annoying)

Demon who always visits earth x angel who has to drag them back to hell

world renown chef x harsh food critic who dislikes everything the chef cooks (the chef is determined to change this)

Hopeless romantic deity x the most stinky lazy bum to ever exist (the deity adores them)

Overly worried about what others think x fuck it we only live once + do it for the plot

'so there's this book I've been reading...' x 'tell me all about it'

Attention seeker x obsessed with fictional characters (attention seeker is jealous of this)

Loud neighbor hosting parties every week x annoyed neighbor crashing their parties in the most weird ways possible

Spoiled emperor who manipulates everyone with his power to intimidate them x too dense to understand threats

Lazy bum like a koala x nags a lot but finds them endearing

I can't shut up x the only one who can make them willingly shut up with just a glare

"At least I'm being brave about it" x "whatever you say"

Fakes headaches and always sleeps in the school infirmary x class monitor who won't let this slide

Fakes being perfect (really insecure) x knows the secret that they try to hide (they make a deal)

Popular as the Mr. Nice guy (actually two-faced and gets mad easily) x discovers their secret side and confronts them about it (Mr. Nice guy begs them to keep it a secret)

Beyond beautiful model x nerdy photographer

Scary on the outside (actually really soft) x nice on the outside (the one you should actually be scared about)

Soft spoken yoga instructor x easily flustered gym bro

Desperate Journalist x celebrity who loves pranks and disguises

Doctor in a small town x the same patient who keeps getting into trouble

"This particular detail symbolizes the emptiness residing within the frail human mind and the bleak nature of their demise. What do you think?" x "That's a triangle"

Small Streamer x CEO who watches their live streams and donates a lot

Ex-professional wrestler x idiot who challenges anyone to a fist fight at waffle house

Always arguing for some reason x tries to be nice but snaps and argues twice as much (they make out to make up)

Loves sweets x hates them but has a collection of sweets in case they want it

Childhood friend who remembers everything x pretends to not know them but has a deep crush

Dimension traveller who tries to change their lovers fate x their lover that is destined to die during Christmas Eve in every alternate universe

Rock collector x son of a billionaire who would shamelessly pick up rocks from random places to give it to them and gets articles written about his weird behavior

Coworker with no vehicle x coworker with a cool bike and is willing to give them a ride

Goes to the cinema every night, every day to watch horror movies x watches the same movie as they do every night and thinks they're a stalker (the other thinks they're a stalker too but they get along and discuss the movies they watch)

Do what you will with these ideas

🂱 If you write a fic inspired by them pls tell me the title on Ao3 or Wattpad so I could read it 🂱

#tropes #writing inspiration #alternate universe #fiction writing #writing characters #on writing #story tropes #relationship tropes

[epic-song-lyrics-showdown]

Epic Song Lyrics Round 1, Wave 3, Poll 2

“I'm sure your death will be second to, mister reaper's beckoning you, sure your death will be second to none”

-A Million Gruesome Ways to Die, Daniel Ingram and Black Gryphon

“It seems oh it seems / To me / That you / You can't dance / For shit / Where is god ma? / Where’s the vodka? / If my old mum could see me now (my old mum could see me) / Oh how she’d howl / She'd hold my hand / As you shook in the middle of the night / Without waking you said / [Not yet, not yet *5]/ Not yet, not yet, not yet, not / Sing me awake with a song about pirates / And I will try to harmonize / And sip the sunlight from your eyes / Oh sing me awake / With all the things we'll do today / But instead we'll build a den / Out of pillows and get drunk again / 'Cause everyone knows how sex is better when you're unemployed”

-Not Yet/Love Run (Reprise), The Amazing Devil

A Million Gruesome Ways to Die-Daniel Ingram and Black Gryphon

Time Stamp: 3:07-3:23

Propaganda:

first of all hes talking about killing us thats pretty fucked, second of all IT SOUNDS SO GOOD, third of all super epic line

Submitted by @gayest-squrrel

Not Yet/Love Run (Reprise)-The Amazing Devil

Time Stamp: 2:16-3:47

Propaganda:

The lyrics are so funky when you actually comprehend them but they really slap regardless.

Check out the other polls in this wave here.

#poll #polls #music #song lyrics #a million gruesome ways to die #billie bust up #daniel ingram #black gryphon #not yet / love run (reprise) #the amazing devil

[little-tyrant-gortash]

Oathbreaker

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash, fem!Tav/Astarion

Tags: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, Paladin Tav (Baldur's Gate), Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Drunk Sex, Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Scars, Blood and Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture

Word count: 1,504

Ao3 here.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7. ⬇

Chapter 8.

Notes: The flu kicked my ass bad. I wanted to post this days ago. Sorry for the delay! I'm feeling better, so, hopefully, I'll have more energy to write. :3

Chapter 7: Three Conditions

The expression he donned was indescribable. Tav could detect so many things in the very same moment: regret, rage, boastfulness and then… sadness. Settling on a scowl one mere second later though, Enver shook his head.

"She'd rather gut me than letting me even consider fixing it."

"I'll talk to her."

Gortash stared at her for a long moment.

"On three conditions."

"Three?!"

"You've heard me."

Tav fought hard not to roll her eyes. She crossed her arms in front of herself with an expectant look on her face. Three conditions - they weren't much to give in exchange for her friend's life, but if it came to Gortash, who knew what he might ask for… Tav probably wouldn't sell her soul to a devil to save her, but she was willing to give this a try. After all, he couldn't claim her soul, at least, and that was a relief…

What was the worst to happen?

"I'm listening."

"One", Gortash raised his right index finger, then pointed at the Reaper's Embrace, "you're wearing the armour from now on."

Something stirred within her. What did he do to the armour, really? Why was it so important for him? She wondered… what was that dark purple gemstone he put in it's claws right over where one's heart would be?

Given the nature of their meetings Tav was trying to believe he wouldn't pull anything malicious when it came to her. But she couldn't be entirely certain. He'd tricked an innocent bard, after all, offering her gold in exchange for her "voice" – only for her to end up as a brain in a box. Surely, Tav shouldn't let her guards down, because she might find herself without a body, too.

That was the worst to happen.

She shuddered.

Still, she'd need Karlach with her, and perhaps she'd… tolerate Gortash more if he did them all such a favour. He'd ultimately save Karlach's life – of course, after he'd majorly fucked it up for her. In any case, if Tav wanted to really bring the fight to Orin, she needed Karlach. That was non-negotiable.

In short… she had no choice. Try and trust Gortash, or die.

"Fine. I'll wear it."

"Two: you'll visit me every day for dinner." Tav nearly smiled, as it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She could have the others stay at an inn and she'd sneak out every night without anyone knowing… that should do the trick. Free meals? So far, every meal she'd eaten with him was glorious. She'd be mad to turn that down. "And", he added when he sensed she was looking at it as good news, "we will work on your traumas to toughen you up."

The absurdity of it all!

"You have absolutely no idea what I had to face", she couldn't help it, she snapped. "The things I've seen and done-"

"Exactly", he nodded, "and we need to get those out of the way. You can't feel vulnerable in Bhaal's temple. We can't allow that to happen."

"I can take care of myself. Always did, always will."

"I know that, but will you allow me to do the same for you? You don't have to do this all alone."

She stared at him for a few long seconds, trying to determine how serious he was about this.

"Dinner sounds nice, the other – not."

Gortash knew he'd need to be cruel. This was, really, a small price to pay in the long run. If she could get rid of Orin for him, and brought him the Netherstones… he was willing to sacrifice his free time to work on her, so she could withstand anything she might face.

"You either do this for me, or I'm not fixing Karlach's engine. It's up to you."

She wanted to snarl at him for being so stubborn. He reminded her of Raphael, bringing back an old memory; that how Mol had freedom… to choose 'freely' the only one choice she had. Tav growled lowly.

"Okay. What else do you want to extort from me?"

Gortash smirked at her question.

"A kiss. Not now", he held his right hand up, then motioned between them, "on my own terms. Where I want, when I want."

Tav furrowed her brows, sensing some sort of trick. And, at the same time, she hated everything about him, even the motions he made with his hand when he was talking. Not for long enough, though.

"One single kiss?"

"Yes."

"That's it?"

"Yes", he nodded, and chuckled quietly at her confused expression.

"Fine", she ran a hand in her hair. "Anything else? Or are you finished taking everything from me?"

"My dear, the payments I require are nothing in comparison to what I'm ready to do... for you." He reached out to touch her towel clad waist, and pulled her close to himself before he kissed her deeply. Tav nearly melted at his confidence, in his embrace. She reached up to touch his face, and gently ran her thumb over his scar on his chin. Enver hummed before he pulled away. "It's late, and it's dangerous outside. Stay for the night."

"Do I have a choice?" She asked playfully.

"No", he smirked as his hand slid down on her body and grabbed her ass.

"I'd like to remind you that I do not belong to you", Tav murmured, trying hard to look just as confident as he did, but his closeness and his hands on her body were distracting.

"You needn't remind me. You're not cattle." Cocking a brow, his eyes darkened with something different, something she knew from their previous 'meetings'.

"Glad to hear that", she purred softly.

As a reply, Gortash grabbed the towel at her back and yanked it away from her form before he reached down and picked her up. She gasped as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

"…again?" Enver huffed in her neck, making her giggle when his breath tickled her skin.

"Oh, yes~"

It did not take long for him to relocate them in yet another lavish bedroom, but she didn't even really care where they were. He could've taken her in a bedroll in the middle of nowhere with nothing but their dinner to their names; the way he could make her feel was otherworldly and utterly dangerous.

Later on, she was thinking about that if anyone told her a month ago that she'd be laying comfortably in the arms of the Chosen of Bane, she would've laughed hysterically.

And yet, there she was. Nestled warmly against him. Tucked in, his arms and his blanket around her form. In his bed. In his bedroom. In his bloody palace.

And she'd never felt safer in her entire life.

Tav listened to the way he was breathing; rhythmically, calmly, his last words still hanging in the air when he was dancing between being awake and asleep.

"Together... we will be great."

He'd given her no reason to believe he was lying. So far, everything about him was surprisingly good; from their shared meals to the sheets, Gortash paid a lot of attention to what she liked. She didn't even need to say it out loud, and he knew. As if it was second nature for him. As if it was in his best interests to keep her satisfied and happy.

And it was, in fact, done in his best interests. He was doing this all to make her obey him. To make her submit to his will. To guide her. To prevent her from ever betraying him.

A part of her wanted to give in. She wouldn't need to do much, just follow his lead; let his hand guide her wherever he wanted her to be. Perhaps it'd be best, really; she was growing tired of being the leader, trying to hold her little band of vagabonds together, trying to figure out their next steps, trying to keep peace within the camp. Especially after how Astarion had left them. It'd be so much easier if she could just... lay back and let someone else do the brain work for once.

But she also was aware that Gortash was a Banite; the very Chosen of the God of Darkness, a god who valued people who crushed the weak under their boot.

Did Gortash see her weak? Was she?

Tav's brows twitched as she was questioning herself. From a point of view, she was. Gortash never needed to do much to get under her skin, but that wasn't entirely his fault. She simply couldn't help herself when she saw those dark eyes, messy hair and thick lips of his. And his voice. Gods, his voice. His brilliant, wonderful mind and well put-together plans - the fact he was ready to share everything he earned for himself with her of all people.

She closed her eyes.

I'll worry about my emotions later, she decided, I shouldn't let them distract me now. I'll enjoy this while it lasts.

#Oathbreaker #little tyrant [enver gortash] #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg 3 #enver gortash #archduke enver gortash #lord enver gortash #fanfic #Oathbreaker fanfic

[broiderie]

Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 21

I am SO sorry for the wait guys. It's been a tough month. I'm currently on a heart monitor for my issues. I'm writing as much as I can, but it's hard when you can't think well. I will do my best to get things out in a timely manner, but I have to beg for your patience.

I also need to ask for you to be gentle with this chapter. I went WAY out of my comfort zone. A little something to reward your patience. Minors DNI.

Warnings: Fluff, 18+ content. Let me know if I missed anything.

Once the food got there, Taza got Megan to swap back to her cowboy boots with a chuckle so that the others could come in to eat. Megan’s quince dress was moved back to Mama’s car so that the reveal wouldn’t happen unintentionally, and Diana called the men inside.

Coco, Hank, Angel and Gilly came in from working in the yard.

Megan smiled as Hank came inside with a huge grin. “Having fun, Princessa?” He leaned down to kiss her softly where she sat on a bar stool.

“Mmhmm. We had another dancing lesson and my dress fit just fine.” She smiled up at him. “It’s pretty.”

“I have no doubt it’s beautiful, mi amore.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. “I’ll go make you a plate. You wait right here.”

“‘Kay.”

He slipped off to make her a plate where it was spread out at the other end of the bar.

While Megan was waiting, Coco approached her. “Hey. Ma?”

“Yeah Coco? Need something?”

“Is this a good time for Gilly to grovel? If not, he can take his fucking plate to the yard to eat. Just say the word.” Coco slouched down onto a stool next to her, keeping his eyes on her face as he lit a fresh smoke.

Megan glanced around to see Angel watching Coco for some kind of signal. He had Gilly blocked from fully joining the family for lunch. She sighed. “Coco - he’s fine. He’s not the first drunk to hit on me and won’t be the last. Give him a break, okay?”

Coco shook his head. “Naw, Ma. I saw your face last night. He’s not getting off that easy. What he did was almost as bad as Angel scaring the shit out of you.” He took a deep draw on his cigarette. “Only reason he’s not in the ring already is ‘cuz you didn’t cry or panic. No means no.”

She sighed. “You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

Hank rejoined them and sat a plate on the bar beside her before running a soothing hand down her spine and feeling the tension there. He gently guided her face to look at him. “Mi reina, you’re tense as hell. Is it because you’re uncomfortable with him apologizing or are you uncomfortable with him being this close? Either way - we can take care of it. Just say the word.”

Megan swallowed a little. She closed her eyes and thought as Hank’s hand continued to soothe her. Gilly had been pushy as hell the night before. He’d tried to get her to drink even knowing how she felt about it. He’d invaded her space until Rex had been between them. But - he hadn’t been mean. He hadn’t hurt her, and he’d backed off when he was called on his bullshit. “He did scare me last night - but he didn’t mean to and he backed off once he really saw me uncomfortable,” she explained out loud leaning into Hank’s body. “Gilly wouldn’t hurt me - so him being here doesn’t bother me...”

Hank nodded. “But him having to do penance does, doesn’t it?” he asked gently.

Megan nodded. “It was a private mistake. A public apology makes it worse.”

Coco sighed, “Ma - he’s got to apologize. The public apology is to make the lesson stick - like the beating your tíos gave Angel…”

That made her frown. “He’s not a child, Coco, to be taught a lesson about being naughty. He’s a grown ass man who should be left some dignity.”

Angel left Gilly to stand by the door and came over to join them. “So - what’s the verdict? Are we beating his ass or what?”

Megan growled. “No one’s ass is getting beat!” She stomped her foot frustratedly. “Just let him come talk to me now that he’s sober and we’ll forget it ever happened!”

Hank lifted her good hand a pressed a kiss to her knuckles and then her lips. “Alright, mi princessa. Whatever you want.” He met her eyes. “But I won’t be forgetting it anytime soon. And he and I will talk - privately - after lunch. Alright?”

“Is that the best offer I’m gonna get?” she asked quietly.

Hank nodded.

“Fine -” she agreed with a sigh.

Angel waved Gilly over and then wandered off to find his own food. Coco remained nearby as well as Hank, simply because he hated the idea of his best friend hurting Megan.

Gilly made his way cautiously to the bar where Megan sat. He stopped well out of reach of her and tucked his hands into the pockets of his kutte as his shoulders drooped. “Megan - I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have let myself get that plastered around you before I had my feelings under better control.” He dropped his head. “I hate that I scared you.”

Megan hopped off the bar stool and stepped close to Gilly. “Hey - I’m alright. I’m not scared of you, Gilly. You backed off when you realized you were being an ass and you can’t make me believe that you would have hurt me or forced me to do anything even with you being drunk.” She reached out and gently touched his elbow. “Just… maybe lay off the booze for a bit, huh?”

He nodded emphatically. “Of course.” He finally met Megan’s eyes. “I really am sorry.”

“I know you are. As far as I’m concerned - all is forgiven.” She smiled.

Gilly snorted. “Hank’s gonna beat my ass, isn’t he?”

Megan rolled her eyes. “He assures me that you will be having a private conversation after lunch…”

Gilly just chuckled. “No more than I deserve, Princessa.”

Hank nodded meaningfully. “We’ve got that load of copper to deliver this afternoon. You’re with me.”

Megan sighed and looked at Hank dolefully.

“A conversation only, mi amore. Promise.” He smiled. “Come eat. Your food’s getting cold. Gilly needs to go make his own plate.”

Megan gently squeezed Gilly’s arm in encouragement before she made her way back to her stool next to her caballero.

Diana had ordered from a nearby barbeque joint for everyone and Megan’s plate had a large assortment of food on it. Her eyes widened comically as she saw the sheer amount of food Hank had gotten her. Hank grinned. “It’s not all yours, mi princessa. I figured we could share a plate since you haven’t tried this place yet.”

Megan’s shoulder relaxed. “Oh. Good.” She slid back onto her stool and leaned into his steady presence.

After lunch, the padrinos, Taza and Chibs all retreated back into Templo. Before Marcus followed the others in, he pressed a gentle kiss to Megan’s forehead. He smiled gently at her as he slid the Templo door closed behind him.

Hank smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, drawing her attention back to him. “Alright, Princessa, we’ve got to get back to work. Gilly and I are going to deliver a load of copper to a vendor. Will you be alright? Taza will still be here.”

She smiled a little and leaned into him for a cuddle. “Papa and the tíos are close. So is Tía Diana and Mama. I’ll be okay.” Rex stretched from his dog bed nearby. “Plus Rex is here. When will you be back?”

He grinned and wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. “Shouldn’t take more than an hour. Maybe two.”

“Okay.” She smiled up at him, biting her bottom lip. “Promise not to kill Gilly?”

Hank chuckled and nuzzled his nose into her hair. “Yes, mi reina. No murder and no maiming.” He kissed her deeply. “You have fun with your girls, okay? Call if you guys need us to pick something up.”

Coco stood and put his gloves on. “Alright, Ma. Headed out to get Letty. She just texted.”

Hank drew Megan close for a long kiss that left her breathless. “Angel and Creep will be around, mi amore. Call if you need me… or they will.”

Megan smiled up at him. “Alright.”

By the time six o’clock rolled around, the elders were still in Templo. Megan and all the ladies had fresh manicures and pedicures courtesy of Letty, they’d done face masks, and eaten all the snacks. 

Diana and Mama were packing away what was left of the beauty products Letty had convinced Coco they’d need for a “true girl’s day” as they chatted. Tessa was engrossed in a movie with Letty and Venud and Megan had a few minutes to themselves.

“Venus, can I ask you something?” Megan said quietly as they sipped cokes at a table.

“Of course, Sweetie. That’s what I’m here for.” She smiled softly at the younger woman.

“How do you do it? How do you keep the Sons… well… them, but still be you?”

Venus chuckled softly. “Baby girl, you just need faith in yourself. You stand your ground when something is important enough to you and you trust that your family will back you up. That’s all a club is. A big, rowdy family who would do anything for each other even when they disagree.” She patted Megan’s hand. “You’re doing just fine, Princess.”

“But Venus- a month ago I was completely alone in the world. My birth mother had OD’d and I was running from everyone. I don’t know how to be anyone’s family.”

Venus moved to hug her gently. “I know, Sweetie. It’s hard to get used to having people give a shit. If anyone knows how you feel - I do. Give yourself time. Trust your boys. They love you dearly. They’ll teach you how to be family. Mine did. Just trust your boys, Baby. You’ll be alright.” 

Megan hugged the tall woman back and nodded. “I’m trying. I really am…”

“We know, honey. We see it. Now - you just need time.”

Megan laughed. “And patience.”

“Oh you need that in spades, Sweetie, because these bikers - they’d try the patience of Job,” Venus said as she sipped her drink and grinned.

By the time Hank clocked out, the clubhouse was back to - mostly - normal. Tessa still had the t.v. remote, but other than that it was fine. The elders were still locked away. When Diana decided it was time to take Tessa back to Bishop’s, Hank convinced Megan that it was best for them to head home too. Mama left them with kisses and promises to see them very soon.

Diana knocked on the stained glass door and let the men know that they were all headed out. Marcus and Taza came out to say goodbye to Megan and Tessa.

As Taza cuddled Megan for a moment, he sighed. “Don’t wait up, Chica. Your tíos and I have a lot to work out. Eat something though, okay?”

Megan nodded and squeezed her papa gently. “Okay, Papa. It’ll be okay.”

Taza chuckled. “Sweet Chica, of course it will. Go. Enjoy having the house to yourselves for a few hours. I’ll see you in the morning if I get home after you’ve gone to sleep.” He pressed a kiss to her hair and released her so that he could get back to the meeting.

Megan gathered Rex’s things and smiled as she realized that her papa had stopped to say something quietly to Hank. Hank nodded with a soft smile and Taza patted his shoulder before closing the Templo door firmly behind him.

After a few more good nights, Megan and Hank loaded into the mustang and headed for the ranch.

On the way home, Hank stopped at the diner to pick up an order of food that he’d called in while he and Gilly had been out. Megan’s eyes widened seeing the amount of take out boxes in the order. 

“Hank! I’ve literally just spent all day being fed snacks by Mama…” Megan said uncertainly.

Hank smiled and leaned over the console to kiss her. “I know, mi amore. It looks like more than it is. I got a bunch of little things instead of actual orders. I didn’t think you’d be super hungry for a real meal after hanging out with Mama all day.” He chuckled and smoothed her hair out of her face. “I promise, mi princessa, it will be alright.”

Megan bit her lip and nodded. “If you say so…”

At home, Hank brought things in while Megan checked Rex’s food dishes. Once he was done, he leaned against the counter watching as she sat in the floor giving her giant dog belly rubs. Rex wiggled gleefully on his back with his tongue lolling out, making Hank chuckle. 

“You want a shower, mi reina?”

Megan smiled softly up at him. “Is it horrible if I say yes? Tessa had a blast playing with my hair, but I think it’s horribly snarled.”

He smiled softly. “Is she as enthusiastic about hair styling as she is everything else?”

Megan smiled and nodded. “Let’s just say I was grateful not to be tender headed.”

That made him laugh. “C’mon. Let’s get you detangled and into something more comfortable.” He offered her a hand up.

Megan took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. She followed him to the bedroom where he sat her gently at her dressing table and proceeded to slowly and gently detangle her hair. Her eyes closed as he worked and she relaxed slowly. Once he’d gotten all the snarls out, he kept brushing for a few minutes just because he didn’t want to disturb her. “C’mon, mi princessa. I’ll help you wash your hair,” he whispered.

In the shower, Hank slowly and methodically washed Megan’s hair for her. Once the conditioner was in and setting, he sped through his own shower routine so that he could help her wash. After rinsing the conditioner carefully out, he soaped up a washcloth with the soap that smelled so nice on her skin. As he washed away the stress of the day, he gently massaged her muscles until she was as relaxed as he could get her. 

In the bright lights of the ensuite, he realized - Megan’s bruises were nearly completely faded. He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades as he helped her pull on a soft pair of leggings and tank top. She got her fuzzy socks on while he dressed in sweats and a hoody.

“Ready, Princessa?”

“Mmhmm.” She smiled at him and they made their way out to the couch.

Megan went to get drinks while Hank laid out the boxes he’d picked up at the diner on the coffee table. Sliders, onion rings, fries, hot wings, and for dessert - slices of pie and cake. He turned on the t.v. to play old superhero movies and turned the volume low.

After eating as much as they wanted, Megan laid with her head in Hank’s lap covered to her chin in a fuzzy blanket as they discussed the merits of different superpowers and Hank stroked her skin under her top.

“All I’m saying is that super speed would beat flying any day of the week…” Hank rationalized.

“Maybe, but super speed doesn’t hold up to super strength. Think how much easier some things are for you than for me because you have the strength to back you,” Megan pointed out. “Like in the ring - you can take some guys with one hit. I’d never be able to do that. I have to rely on speed and precision.”

“But someone with the right training AND speed can take out someone who only relies on power every time as long as they stay out of their reach. Speed is key.” Hank ran his fingers through her loose hair absently.

“But training and speed can’t beat super strength. Look at Batman and Superman. There’s no way Batman could beat Superman on a budget. It doesn’t matter how much he trains - it still takes something outside of that for him to stand a chance.” Megan yawned as she looked up at him from his lap.

“FLash is still faster than Superman thought - and he can do some serious damage to some metahumans who have strength.” Hank’s fingers moved to stroking the length of her jaw gently as her eyes fluttered.

“Not if one of them ever gets hold of him though - then he needs the rest of the Justice League to save his ass.”

Hank chuckled watching Megan struggle to keep her eyes open. “It’s late, mi amore. Are you ready for bed?”

Megan struggled upright and rubbed at her eyes. “Not sleepy.”

That made Hank laugh more. “Sure you aren’t, Princessa. So what would you rather do?”

Megan giggled. “You do realize that we have complete privacy for what feels like the first time EVER and all we’ve done is watch old superhero movies and debate them, right?” She turned to face him on the couch, kneeling between his knees.

Hank smiled. “Mm. You have a point.” He tugged her to straddle his lap. “And if you weren’t still injured –”

Megan opened her mouth to protest and Hank gently shushed her with a finger over her lips.

“And you ARE still injured, mi reina - if you weren’t injured, I might have been in trouble.” He pressed a kiss to her pout. “A few more days. A week at most. Once your sling is off, I’ll make sure we have all the privacy we need. I promise.”

Megan sighed and buried her face in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses there.

Hank tilted his head away, giving her more room as he chuckled.

Megan nibbled gently on his tattoos. “That doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”

He wrapped his hands around her hips and drew her closer to his chest. “What did you have in mind, mi amore?”

She giggled and nuzzled his ear. “That depends…”

“On?”

“What you’re willing to give me…”

He squeezed her hips and took a deep breath before catching her lips in a deep kiss. “Everything.”

Megan melted into him as he took control and leaned into his hands.

He nudged her face up until she met his eyes. “Will you trust me?” he asked her seriously, searching her face.

“Of course, Hank. Always,” she answered him breathlessly.

He smiled and kissed her deeply before standing up with her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked them into the bedroom, slowly, and guided her back to lay on their bed beneath him. He broke the kiss with a soft smile. “Easy, mi amore. Let me lock the door or your papa might shoot me.”

Megan giggled as he went and shut and locked the bedroom door before rejoining her on the bed. He shed his hoody and carefully helped her to remove her soft tank top before re-fastening her sling. Between kisses, he laid himself down between her legs and felt her hitch one up to wrap around his hips to keep him close. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, pressing kisses to her jaw and neck while he stroked her bare skin. “Easy. We’re going to take this slow, mi amore. And you better stop me if I hurt you.” He smiled as she tried to lift her hips.

The way he was laying - while it kept his weight mostly off of her - she couldn’t move. She could only take what he was giving her.

She breathily moaned his name as her slid a hand down to caress her still clothed thigh. “Shh. I’ve got you, Princessa. But only…” he stroked the skin just above her waistband - “.. if you…”-

he gently traced her panty lines as he thought about the innocent white panties he’d helped her put on after their shower - “trust me.” His fingers slid inside her leggings to encounter the cotton that was practically soaked through.

He smiled as her eyes snapped open and met his own when he pushed her panties aside to feel her wetness for the first time. Megan whined softly as he traced along her wet slit. “Be still now. Don’t hurt yourself. Let me…”

Megan reached to pull him into a messy kiss with her good hand with a growl, making him chuckle and slide his fingers through her wet heat to circle her entrance. He could feel her trying to press down on his fingers, but kept his touch light for now. The noises coming from her were muffled by his heavy kisses as he pressed his own hardness against her hip to relieve the pressure. 

Very softly, he circled one heavy fingertip around her entrance before sliding it inside as his thumb found her clit. Megan cried out softly as he stroked her and he felt her nails on his back, scraping his tattoos.

“Oh mi reina - you’re so tight.” He groaned into her skin and slid down to press kisses to her breasts. “And so wet. You’re going to feel like heaven on my cock.” He chuckled as he stroked figure eights over her clit and pumped his finger slowly. “Think you can take another?”

Megan panted and nodded, biting into her lip to try to stay still. She knew if she moved too much, Hank would stop for fear of hurting her injuries.

On the next stroke, Hank pressed a second finger inside her and gently crooked them. Megan jerked and cried out in pleasure. “Hank! There!”

Hank moaned softly and captured a nipple in his mouth to suckle as he sped up a little more, aiming his fingers for the spot he’d found and tightening the circles his thumb was rubbing on her clit. As Megan panted and tensed beneath him, he pressed his hard cock against her in the same rhythm as his fingers stroked. He caught her eyes with his own heated ones and smiled. “Cum for me, Megan…” he whispered before sucking hard on her nipple.

Megan’s breath caught and she exploded with a soft cry - clenching so hard on Hank’s fingers he could barely move them. Hank groaned into her skin and let himself go as well.

They both went limp, panting as they came down from their shared euphoria. Once he could breathe again, Hank slid his fingers out of Megan and moved to where he could hold her properly. He murmured to her in Spanish between soft kisses pressed everywhere he could reach.

When he felt her go limp in his hold, he smiled. “Better, Princessa?” he whispered with a chuckle.

“Mmhm…”

“Good girl. Let me get you cleaned up so you can sleep.” He kissed her gently. “Be right back.”

By the time he returned from the ensuite with a warm cloth, Megan was already fast asleep. He shook his head amusedly before gently guiding her out of her wet panties and leggings. He cleaned her carefully before redressing her in clean clothes.

After cleaning himself up and changing into clean sweats, Hank unlocked and cracked the bedroom door to allow Rex to move freely for the night before finally joining Megan in bed - to sleep. 

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Inspired by @mail-me-a-snail's silvervance playlist, i wanted to yell about lil v's playlist!

yelling about most of these songs continue below

First up we have: Sleeping On The Ceiling - Friday Pilots Club

there's a lot of lines from this song that fits really well with lil V's outlook, his manic energy, his willingness to crash and burn and his tendency to cut people off for it. he's even trying to convince others it's better to just leave him to his own devices ("Don't you feel just like you're floating now? When you cut me off and let me go.") it's an effort to feel okay about his situation that works 90% of the time. the song's also insanely short, like his lifespan!

Steal from the Rich, Give to Myself - Simon Viklund // Destruction - Joywave

Lil V's a merc and he doesn't mind all the blood on his hands or his career choice in general. He does, however, mind it when people try to guilt him about it and say he could 'be better'. Takemura, Hellman and Arasaka's attempts of trying to steer him--be it to give his life up to restore some so-called honor or to give his head full of data up for so-called science-- were met with his knee-jerk reaction of 'FUCK CORPOS!' so naturally by the end when he realized Hanako can't do jackshit for him either, he's pretty down with torching Arasaka Tower. Then again, this might be because he's already influenced by Johnny which brings us to the next section:

Chippin' In - SAMURAI, Refused // Red Right Hand - Arctic Monkeys // Sigh on a Hurricane - HIMALAYAS // Brianstorm - Arctic Monkeys

There was a point where Lil V's not sure about what Johnny's trying to do, what to think of him (ghost? man? terrorist? friend? enemy??). there's the obvious instinctual fear that Johnny's just puppeteering him from the inside out. Eventually Lil V decides that even if Johnny is influencing him to do stuff it doesn't count as Johnny manipulating him if he agreed to it. Johnny might be a storm but V's the sigh on a hurricane etc etc. Chippin' In is there cus out of all the SAMURAI songs we get to listen to, that's Lil V's favorite.

Used to be My Girl - TLSP

this, to me, is THE song to describe Johnny and V. Two way mirror, one-way street? Good cop, bad cop routine? Johnny being a liar and a leech, V who cheated death and is a thief? Alt mentioning that for all of Johnny's bark, he's just code as an engram and therefore 'nothing underneath'? The way if you do dont fear the reaper, V gives up his chances at love and does a spite-fueled-solo attack that Johnny wholeheartedly endorse?? The way both of them are dead already? woowee!

Mr. Sunshine - Ynxgxr1 // mr. sunshine - Arden Jones

inside you are two wolves moment. sometimes being everyone's ray of sunshine doesn't work out for lil v. "All jokes til' I start feeling like the punchline." is the key line here (and also in his personality in general)

Cha Cha Cha (Electronic Metal Remix) - Elxctro Drxgon, Käärijä

i made this playlist around the same time this song was makin the rounds. I liked the whole fast-paced sort of edgy facade fading away on the bridge for a bit when the 'narrator' starts getting drunk and becomes himself, which I think is a lot like how after his first death by Dexter DeShawn, Lil V was much more comfortable in his own skin. Also, metal remix version cus I think it fits his vibes more than the original one. Lil V's a pop-punk sort of guy!

Miracle Aligner - TLSP // Dangerous - Big Data, Joywave

i call this part 'Little V is inherently kind and gets a little scared of being loved, but doubles down and loves people harder about it'. Johnny is his best victim, considering even in canon Johnny's said how he's surprised with how V's stuck with him for 24/7 and he's still a friend.

Baby Boy - Mother Mother // Johnny - American Murder Song // Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

this part is more Johnny than lil V, but it does work as how lil V views him. sure ol' Robert John's got some issues, but wouldn't you be upset too if you died angry and alone, and nobody even bothered to dig a grave for you? lil V genuinely thinks Johnny's fun to be around with, just got to power through his cigs and his shittalking is all. it's why he lets johnny get away with A Lot.

Rome Falls - Panicland // All I Have is My Smile - LIL DUSTY G

by the end of their run, lil v has accepted that he'd be dead trying to do the solo raid and he's made peace with it which makes the next part a big Yikes

A Kiss - THE DRIVER ERA // The Edge - Panicland

he dug himself a too perfect of a grave with Johnny, one that he can't use once he climbed out of Mikoshi alone. and nobody gets why he's upset that he didn't get his ending that night because isn't it great that you're alive, V? that Johnny's gone now? that you have a second chance again? eventually he just cuts his ties and distances himself, basically surviving for the sake of it while hoping he'll actually find a better lead that changes his mind

This Must Be the Place - Talking Heads

lil v at his core's just a streetkid desperate for a home, one that he keeps finding and losing in certain intervals. i like to think that even though he doesn't survive for very long after Mikoshi, he'll find something that change his mind and he finds his way back home in the end :)

There's a couple songs i didn't put in this essay, mainly there on the playlist for the cyberpunk-ish lyric vibes or because they were part of the OST that i imagine lil v actually listens to on the radio. (or also cus i made a fic/edit with them in mind) In Cold Blood's opening with binary for example, feels very cyberpunk-y so i stuck it in. other songs like Jealous Guy is put in as a SilverV-ish song cus even though Johnny and lil V aren't romantic, Johnny still hates sharing. but anw ive rambled enough so woe. OC LORE ESSAY BE UPON YE.

#this took forever to draft and post adldsf #lil guy v #woe lore be upon ye #if you wanna ask about the other songs i didnt put in i would Gladly Yell Again #'why is all i have is my smile in every single playlist you have' dont worry bout it