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loaksky · 1 year

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— 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴

the lowdown — the one where neteyam is shackled by appearances, but you couldn’t care less.

the who — neteyam x fem omatikaya!reader

the word count — 2.2k

the tags & warnings — language ,, misunderstandings (i love this trope and this is a hill i’ll die on i’m SORRY) ,, neteyam’s friends can be shitty, but mean well ,, reader just wants to love up on her boy :(

the notes — based off of this request! this is another addition to my neteyam content, but ik some of you guys are itching for some other characters, so i'm probably gonna steer in another direction & write for kiri & tsireya so if that interests you, stay tuned! <3

(not proofread well lmao)

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Neteyam is many things; a kind spirit, a fierce warrior, a loving brother, a diligent son. But Neteyam is also new to love. Not quite new to being in love, but learning the act of loving you.

He’d found so many ways to express his heart’s desire; written notes on scraps, gentle smiles, searing eyes. It was one thing in particular, though, that made his mouth dry, made his brain nearly short circuit, and it was your need to be in his space.

Even after many days that bleed into weeks and meld into months, you make his cheeks warm with every lingering pass of your fingertips, make his stomach knot with every fluttering kiss to his skin.

It’d been a pleasant surprise at first, but now it was a need, an absolute necessity to have you fused to him like a second skin. Your touch was a tacit word and he was learning to speak your language.

The two of you together was normalcy and the clan members were more than delighted to know that the olo’eyktan’s son was lucky in love. But there were teasing whispers, lilting voices in the background that made something uncomfortable pinch the back of his brain.

His skin would light up with equal parts want and embarrassment when you’d hang loosely around him during evening meals and the villagers his age would giggle and murmur behind their palms about the two of you. Didn’t help that you were an oblivious thing, or maybe you didn’t care, when you’d hold his hand in your own, occasionally bringing his fingertips to your lips during casual conversation.

And he didn’t mind loving you endlessly when you were just two souls enjoying each other, but he can’t help but tense when his eyes wander and he sees watchful gazes.

“Mighty warrior is a needy one, huh?”

His friends, comrades since childhood, surround him on a sunny afternoon. Neteyam pauses his actions, arrow in the midst of a sharpening.

His spine goes rigid and his eyes narrow.

“What are you on about?” he asks, jaw locking.

“Even in the moments you aren’t with her, you’re thinking about her,” his friend Marin says with a shiteating grin.

“Don’t even,” Neteyam warns, eyes rolling as he continues with sharpening his arrows.

“Oh, come on,” another one of his friends guffaws, twining a new bow string. “You haven’t said a word since we sat down.”

And he wishes he could form a solid argument, but you are on his mind, all-consuming as always. Can’t help it when he’s pined after you for years and only recently found the courage to act on his heart.

“Maybe I just don’t want to engage with you assholes,” Neteyam bites, fist tightening around his dagger.

“Yeah, because if you open your mouth, all you’ll be able to talk about is my girl this and my girl that,” Marin teases. “Who knew future olo’eyktan was so clingy.”

“Yeah, like it’s me who’s clingy,” he grunts, resuming the task at hand with much more fervor.

“Is it not?” Marin challenges. “Oh, ________, my love, look at these flowers I picked for you.”

The blood is rushing to his ears as his friends howl with laughter.

“Syulang, I wrote you twelve pages declaring my love even though we’ve seen each other thrice since last eclipse.” The taunting makes him seethe, makes the feeling of discomfort surface all over again and the words are spilling before he can plug the dam.

“Of course it’s not me,” Neteyam scoffs. “I keep my composure, but it’s her that insists on constantly reminding the village that we’re together. If I had it my way, nothing would have changed from when we were friends.”

It’s a lie and he knows it, his friends know it. But you, you who staggers outside of the training circle at the sound of multiple voices don’t know it.

It’s like a swift strike to the gut, one that squashes every butterfly that tickled the lining of your stomach on your way to fetch the very man who’d held your heart and crushed it all the same.

Your satchel, heavy with fruits and snacks for after your evening swim with Neteyam, weighs heavy across your front as you debate whether or not you should be listening to a conversation that is obviously not meant for your ear. But it’s like you’re rooted to the soil beneath you.

“Yeah, okay,” Marin chuffs, obviously not convinced. “If you’re so bothered by your dynamic now, there isn’t any reason why you wouldn’t say anything. She’s your second skin and you love it.”

He does, he thinks to himself.

Of course he doesn’t, you realize, horrified, the thousand and one times your hands would find his body and he’d tense or shy away replaying like a horror reel in your brain.

“I potentially hold the future of this clan in my hands,” Neteyam says. “It is my duty to endure all things whether or not I enjoy it.”

It’s like you’re doused with water so cold at the violent shiver that shakes your spine.

Just another thing to endure, you mull over in your brain as the barge of emotions brims dangerously near the surface.

You break from the edge of the clearing and you’re off.

Something is off.

And Neteyam is ashamed to admit that it takes him obnoxiously long to notice. Maybe it’s because he’s caught up in his duties, or maybe for once in his life, he isn’t worrying about meddlesome gazing, but the shift is imperceptible.

You’re still you, so aching beautiful and devastatingly radiant, but something is different. He doesn’t pinpoint it until he’s bidding you a farewell, leaning into your space to plant a kiss on your lips when you ease away to beam at him nervously instead.

His brows furrow when you wave, breaking away from him to scurry home.

He thinks it’s a one off, something he shouldn’t read too much into, but he can’t help it. Not when he’s so used to your touch, so used to feeling the pads of your fingers denting his skin and the scald of your lips.

He tries again a few nights later, after finally getting you alone. He’d been busy assisting his father in planning a raid at the end of the month and you were busy trying to put as much distance between the two of you.

“You’re awfully quiet, bug,” Neteyam observes softly, chin dipping under the water as he swims closer to where you float on the surface, eyes closed.

You only hum, pleading silently that he’ll let it pass. But when his fingers skim your navel, you’re jerking away from him, settling so that a berth of glittering blue separates the two of you.

He forces a laugh, wading closer to you as you seemingly shrink.

“What’s wrong?” he asks when he sees something like discomfort flitting over your expression, concern eclipsing his features as he reaches forward to grab you by your arm.

“Nothing…” you swallow, staring at the rounded stones beaded through the necklace you made him early on in your budding relationship.

He doesn’t buy it, tilting your chin up with deft fingers.

“Hey, hey,” he says softly, searching your face for a tell. “Talk to me.”

“Nothing,” you breathe, peeling away from him to wade back towards the embankment. “It’s nothing.”

He watches as you hoist yourself up from the river, heart in his throat.

He cracks when the others seem to notice, slowly catching onto the fact that the usually doting and loving partner of the olo’eyktan’s son is surprisingly distant. It’s during an evening meal, villagers surrounding the multiple fires, when it comes to a head.

There’s an unusual space between your bodies as you chat with Kiri and a few others and he can’t help but close the gap as something akin to desperation washes over him. His fingers brush the span of your shoulders to pull you into his chest, lips a hairsbreadth from your temple before your palm snakes between your bodies and plants on his chest to nudge him away.

He bites the inside of his cheek in annoyance as Marin and his other friends share knowing glances.

While he boils silently, you ache to tell him that you don’t mean it, that there’s nothing more you’d want than to spend every waking moment in his arms, but that day in the clearing is a humiliating reminder that Neteyam is shackled to his honor and if it means making you happy despite his discomfort, he’d endure it all.

You hate it, hate that he’d let you feel like things were alright leading up to this moment, that he’d suffer at the expense of mocking and badgering from his friends. Makes you feel embarrassed, sorry, that you’d read the two of you all wrong.

You feel his fingers inching towards yours, pinkie overlapping with yours. Your hands involuntarily close into fists and that’s all it takes for Neteyam to shoot up from his perch on the log and take you by the elbow.

There’s a hush as his friends and yours watch the two of you part ways with the group, the nearly feral look in their leader’s son suggestively mistaken.

“Why won’t you touch me?” Neteyam asks fiercely, once enough distance lies between the two of you and the rest of the clan.

His words make your cheeks warm, but he looks troubled, hurt.

“I-”

“Did I do something to disgust you? Did I…”

His words melt into the background as you watch him with teary eyes.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, Teyam,” you whisper. “You can tell me the truth. I’m a big girl.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks, frustrated. “You’re the one hiding something. These past few weeks I’ve been trying to be with you, trying to love you and you keep pushing me away.”

A twinge of annoyance erupts in the pit of your belly as you frown.

“That’s rich coming from you,” you murmur hoarsely.

“I’m so lost right now, ________,” he admits desperately. “We were fine, everything was great, and suddenly I feel like I’m losing you. Did I do something? Are you–”

“Just be honest with me!” you cry out. “Why do you have to put on this front all the time? It’s just me, Neteyam! If I overwhelm you, if I embarrass you, just say it! It hurts worse when you act like it’s nothing.”

And Christ, his friends were right. He is needy. Because you’re not a want but a lifeline. A dire necessity that he feels the need to cling to in this moment. This feels a lot like you two are splintering, and he’s about to open his mouth to ask what would compel you to say such a thing, but then it clicks.

The final piece of the puzzle that he’d been agonizing over falls into place and his eyes are widening.

“No,” he says vehemently. “That wasn’t–”

“Is it not?” you cut him off as you dash the threatening tears away.

“God, no,” he breathes. “I was– They were…”

You watch him with wet lashes and his heart aches as he takes the leap and pulls you into his chest with a shuddering breath.

“I’m so stupid.” His chest rumbles as your ear presses to his heart, arms winding tightly around your figure to buoy you to place. “Fuck.”

You hiccup and his hand cradles your head, peppering kisses against your hair as he sways your bodies like it’ll disorient the miscommunication and send it spiraling away.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper. “I didn’t mean to be embarrassing. I–”

“No, no, bug,” he swallows, hugging you so tight, you struggle to suck a breath into your lungs. “You’re not, I promise. I could never be embarrassed by you.”

You shudder so hard his grip loosens, parting with you to cup your flushed cheeks in his hands.

“They were ripping me a new one,” he says shakily. “Told me I was needy, clingy, and I was embarrassed because they’re right.”

Your throat bobs and Neteyam’s thumb brushes over the apple of your cheeks.

“You make me so weak, you don’t even understand,” he laughs humorlessly, body wracked with nerves, with want, with need. “I said it to save face because I never know what to do with myself around you.”

“You—”

“And I know it was wrong, talking out of my ass to get them to shut the fuck up,” his language is a crass reminder that he’s a former marine’s son, “but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being yours.”

Yours.

It’s a sound declaration, one that makes you crumple like a baby because you’ve missed your person, and Neteyam hugs you close again.

“I’m sorry I’m so clueless sometimes, bug,” he whispers, cheek nuzzling the top of your head. “Love you more than anything, I mean it.”

You hiccup again.

“Love you, too, stupid” you mumble, arms wrapping around the narrow of his waist.

It’s your first meaningful touch in weeks and Neteyam melts under the heat of your body, under the heat of your warm hands.

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angel-of-the-moons · 6 months

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Chocolates vs Aliens

Eddie/Venom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff, details of pregnancy , childbirth mentions. Venom loves babies! This! Is! A hill! I will die on!

A/N: The winners of the poll! I'll do the Moon Boys next! Also okay its not a drabble but enjoy this hot word vomit asdfghjkl idk should I make a part 2??

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"SHE IS OUT OF CHOCOLATE?!" Venom's voice boomed inside his head.

"Relax, buddy, we can hit up the 7/11 down the street." Eddie scoffed, adjusting his wireless earbud. Thankfully it looked like he was on the phone, so he could talk freely to Venom without anyone thinking he was insane.

And well, he kind of was, a tiny bit.

Just a tad...

"BUT I CAN SMELL IT!" The symbiote whined childishly as Eddie scooped the frozen egg rolls into the wiry basket looped over his arms.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Mrs Chen could have eaten the last one, Vee. Just chill. How about some chocolate ice cream?" Eddie grinned at the pun.

"No! We always get brain freezes!" He entity huffed.

"Because you scarf down the whole tub in one go." Eddie chuckled.

Venom grumbled again, and a tendril snaked out from beneath Eddie's sweater and dropped a box of brownie mix into the basket. "Fine. I can settle with these."

"Whatever you say, love, but you're helping me bake the shit." The man shrugged in reply as he remembered to grab a carton of milk. He'd need some eggs, too... Well, at least his landlord let him move the chicken coop to the roof in exchange for some free eggs.

Those chickens were fat and spoiled, and Venom loved the little critters dearly, which Eddie always found humorous. Now, whenever Eddie made the joke of turning them into KFC, Venom would be aghast and headbutt him, citing that Sonny and Cher were his "babies".

He'd been talking like that a lot lately, Eddie realized. Venom apparently had a paternal streak in him. Eddie noticed that as well when Venom would find homeless kids or runaways, helping them and trying to seem as non-threatening as possible, even going as far as to change his fangs so they were blunt. (One of the kids assured him that was far creepier than the monster fangs, which made Eddie nearly keel over in laughter...)

"Deal." Venom purred happily, the tendril receding back to slip beneath Eddie's shirt and wrap around him like a hug.

"Alright, alright." Eddie chuckled, grabbing an extra box just in case as he walked around the shelves, sparing a glance at his phone to check the time.

"Eddie." Venom's voice said.

"What?" Eddie lifted his gaze, feeling Venom's haste flood him and put him on alert.

His eyes trailed the store until he landed on the checkout counter, where you were sitting. Not Mrs Chen, but cute, innocent, blissful you.

You were happily munching on a chocolate bar, one of the very ones Venom wanted. It would seem you had claimed it, eating the sugary morsel happily.

"Oh." Eddie mumbled.

He felt it as Venom seized control of his legs suddenly, sending him forward in jerking motions until he practically ran into the counter, making you jump in surprise.

"Oh! Sorry!" He smiled awkwardly, a faint blush to his cheeks.

'Venom, quit it! I'll get you chocolate later!' He said mentally to the alien inhabiting his body.

"No, Eddie. Wait."

"I, ah... Got a bit sidetracked and tripped over my feet." He added.

You smiled at him, "Oh, god. Yeah, I feel you. Lately it's like dragging my heels through wet cement." You chuckled.

Huh. You were... God, you were cute. He could tell even Venom thought so. With your cute fluffy turtleneck and your hair all done, your cheeks nice and rosy from the blush you'd applied.

Which... brought up the question.

"I've never seen you 'round here before." Eddie commented. "Mrs Chen is usually the only person I see in here..."

"Oh! I'm new in town, I live just down and street and she saw my situation and offered me a part-time here. I have a work from home job and everything, but ugh, just staying cooped up inside is so boring!" You say the last part with a groan.

"Damn, would've been nice if she offered me that job a couple years ago." Eddie chuckled.

You giggled a bit at him and looked at his basket, "Is that all for ya, hon?"

"Oh, yeah!" Eddie said, carefully organizing the things onto the glass counter. His eyes flicked to the candy bar you were still steadily breaking pieces off of.

"Bit of a sweet tooth, huh?" He teased.

"Ugh, god... lately? Yes! The craving for it has been absolute hell." You sigh exhaustedly. "Almost everything in my apartment is chocolate flavored or scented now!"

"... Cravings?" Eddie echoed, raising a thick brow.

"Okay, I know what you're thinking and no. It's not "that time of the month" like your brain is probably saying." You snort.

Eddie watches as your hand trails down to your midsection and you pat your belly beneath the plush fabric of your sweater, where a gentle swell stood out a bit more prominently as you smooth the fabric taut over your stomach.

"I just have a certain little jellybean who thinks they can dictate what mama wants to eat all the time. And apparently, chocolate is what's on the menu for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And... in between." You chuckle.

"OH." Eddie and Venom thought in unison.

"That's why she smells like that!" Venom barked, realizing the underlying scent of chocolate on you was laced with something else. Hormones. He was picking up on those, too.

"Oh! Uh, congrats!" Eddie said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm sure you and your, uh, partner are probably super happy, huh?"

"Oh, no, it's just me." You smiled with a hum, taking another little sweet square between your lips.

Eddie's brow furrowed. "What?"

"Okay, so I'm not gonna be rude, but I will explain." You snicker. You seemed infinitely patient and polite about the subject. Apparently this very thing must be a common occurrence with you, that random people must constantly ask this same question, and how tiring it surely must be to answer it again and again...

"No, I don't have a partner, husband, or anything. No daddy."

Eddie awkwardly pointed to your belly. "Then how did y'know... that get in there?"

Eddie controlled the flinch he wanted to make when Venom pinched him. "You did NOT just call her baby a THAT!"

"Yeah, yeah I know. But there's something everyone forgets, and that it doesn't always "take two to tango"." You smile at him again, ringing up his items with one hand, chocolate still clutched firmly in another.

"I decided that I wanted to be a mom. But I didn't want to just go out and get pregnant willy nilly. I have a good job, steady income. But I don't have time to date and there's always the concern that I'd be left a single parent if whoever I was with decided parenthood wasn't for them, y'know?"

Eddie nodded patiently as he and Venom listened to you with rapt attention.

"I went to a fertility clinic, did what the doctor said, then had my egg fertilized with a sperm donor. And then boom," You point to your belly. "Jellybean."

"Oh, that... Yeah okay I forget fertility clinics are a thing." Eddie laughed, shaking his head.

"Well I'm glad you're so open-minded about it!" You grin. "Most people judge me and go "oh your baby needs a father!" and the ever so classic "you don't even know who the father is?" line."

Eddie frowned, and he could tell even Venom was irritated on your behalf. "You don't need to have a partner or spouse to raise a baby. Seriously. What is this, the 1940s?"

"I knoooow!" You giggle again. "And besides! I can support me and my baby just fine, and I'm already happy and so far the pregnancy has been a breeze!"

Eddie could feel a tugging sensation from Venom. The symbiote was curious, and wanted to touch. But Eddie knew that was not only rude as hell, but to some people, socially unacceptable if you don't know the person or ask permission first.

"How uh, far along are you?"

"I just hit my second trimester." You chirp proudly, patting your belly. "The baby's tiny, but I'm finally showing, now."

"Ohhh." Eddie snapped his fingers. "Hence "jellybean", right?"

"Yes!" You laugh.

Eddie pulled out his card and swiped it to pay for the groceries. "It's a cute nickname. Have you thought of any names yet?"

Your brain did a record scratch, and Eddie could see the look on your face.

Nope. Not at all.

You hadn't thought of a damn one. Especially because you didn't know the sex of your baby yet.

"Uh...."

Eddie started snickering at your expression, "Ahhh. My bad." He shoots you a cocky grin, "If I can recommend a name, Eddie is a pretty strong one!"

"Weak." Venom mocked.

"Eddie?" You echo, blinking.

"Oh, don't listen to him, girl." Mrs Chen snorted as she walked up to you two, whacking Eddie with a rolled up newspaper. "This boy is nothing but trouble!"

Her words were jabbing, but not spoken without affection, so you could tell they had a history together.

"Ow! Hey!" Eddie pouted, rubbing the top of his head.

"Oh please, I'd need to shoot this out of a cannon to dent that hard head of yours!" She huffed with a smirk, crossing her arms.

She tilted her head and noticed the candy bar in your hand, and made the mental connection with Eddie and Venom. Riiiiiight. Venom needed chocolate. Mrs Chen tossed it to you when you started scrolling through your phone for door dash orders for chocolate cakes from local restaurants to sate your cravings.

"Oh, right. Sorry about your chocolate fix." Mrs Chen replied, her gum smacking softly. "Gave the lady one to help ease her stomach."

The flush to your cheeks made Eddie smile as you looked at the candy in your hand. "I'm sorry!" You sputtered.

"Hey, man, you got a baby in you. You can't exactly tell the little, uh.... eh. The little person they can't have it?" Eddie struggled. He wasn't sure how the whole cravings thing worked, honestly. Would you indeed cry if he didn't accept your offer? Would your baby get hungry? Was that a thing? He knew jack and shit about babies in general, man.

"Pff, moron."

'Parasite.'

"I AM NOT A PARASITE!"

"Oh, I know but uh..." You say, your eyelashes fluttering as you think, looking from Eddie to the bar in your hand. You decided to finish breaking off the pieces you were working on, and extend your hand giving the rest to Eddie. "Here! I'm good, if I need more I can nab some from the gas station down the street."

"Oh! Uh... I don't wanna, y'know. Take anything from you and your baby." Eddie said, waving his hands.

"Eddie, if you refuse to take it, she could cry." Mrs Chen teased. "You don't want to make a pregnant woman cry do you?"

Eddie's face was hilarious as panic started to bubble up within him as he looked from you, to your outstretched hand, to Mrs Chen, who stood as proud as can be at the chaos she had just sewn.

"Hey! I'm not that hormonal!" You retort to the older lady. But... you deflate a tiny bit. "...Okay, well not yet but still!"

Eddie was still going through the moral dilemma of accepting the kind gesture vs taking candy from a literal baby in somebody's womb.

Venom made the choice for him, extending our Eddie's hand and letting him take it.

"I, uh... Thanks." Eddie blabbered quickly.

"Now let's go home before you make an idiot out of us further." Venom cackled gleefully at the socially awkward situation.

Eddie grabbed the plastic bags and gave an awkward wave and a smile before skittering out of the store with his tail between his legs.

"Geez, he needs to get laid once in a while." Mrs Chen scoffed, going over to check inventory.

You barely had a moment to collect yourself, stopping before you laughed so hard you peed yourself.

That was the first time you and Eddie ever met. It would not be the last.

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Eddie shopped at Mrs Chen's place pretty regularly, her prices were easy on the wallet and she was close by to he and Venom's apartment.

You steadily built up a rapport with Eddie over the next two or three weeks. Venom was inexplicably drawn to you, wanting to constantly convince Eddie to touch your belly.

Eddie kept reminding him that it was frankly rude as shit to do that, and that hell, it would probably make you uncomfortable.

Not long after that, Eddie and Venom discovered--to Venom's utter glee--thay you lived in the same building, the apartment just above his. They found this out when Venom insisted on making sure you made it home after your shift at Mrs Chen's ended, knowing how vulnerable a pregnant lady looked to crooks and criminals.

Twice Venom caught and ate the brains of lowlifes who tried stalking you.

Venom, despite you not knowing of his existence, was fiercely protective of you. And... well he liked you. They liked you.

Eddie hated how quickly both he and Venom became infatuated with you, listening to you talk about your baby, your cravings... They could tell you were lonely despite your cheerful demeanor. Yes, Eddie and Venom had each other already, but they quickly thought about adding you to the mix.

But again, you didn't know about the alien slime monster living inside of Eddie. That subject would have to definitely wait...

He would check on you, leaning his head out his window on occasion to talk to you as you looked up, it brightened up the monotony of your at-home life in between work, asking about how you were feeling as your pregnancy developed. He even texted you lists of different baby names and their meanings to help you out!

When he first asked you out, you were floored. You've never met a man who was interested in a woman pregnant with somebody else's baby, before. You've heard about it sure, but... You were more surprised anyone was interested in you while pregnant with some guy's baby. Let alone your cute downstairs neighbor who apparently babied his pet chickens that were kept on the rooftop.

He even introduced you to them! You didn't hold them of course, for fear of bacteria, and chuckled as he furiously disinfected himself before even coming within three feet of you, all for you and your baby's health.

A man who was sweet, considerate, caring and he loves animals? Add the looks to that bill and that was a difference you were willing to pay. How was he still single?!

But... Well. That changed after your first date, and he was glad you accepted it all.

And it wasn't long after that (several weeks actually) you discovered he wasn't, in fact, single. He didn't have a girlfriend or anything but he certainly had a partner.

Said partner... was some kind of ooze-critter that lived inside of him. And you only found this out when you came home from a late night convenience store run for some triple chocolate chunk ice cream, walked into your apartment...

And saw him.

Venom, in his hulking form, stood awkwardly in your apartment, looking like a deer trapped in headlights when you flicked your lights back on, the ice cream in your bag forgotten.

As your door slowly swung closed due to angled flooring, you opened your mouth to scream.

Venom cut you off, his massive hands shooting up and he waved them, "DON'T SCREAM!"

You snapped your mouth shut, your teeth making an audible click as your heart hammered in your chest.

"We were worried! You weren't responding to our texts or when we knocked on your door?" His deep and rumbly voice growled out.

You shudder at the timbre of his voice, eyes never once leaving the rows of jagged fangs in his maw. You drop your plastic bag and step back, covering your belly--now very prominent as you were later in your term--protectively.

That seems to... upset him? He frowned, looking at the carpet as he lowered his hands, his large eyes narrowing as he carefully thought, trying to think of ways to alleviate the fear bubbling through you.

He took a slow step towards you, like you were a frightened animal caught in a trap that he had to be gentle with, lest you struggle or flail and get hurt.

"We were worried about you. We--" His head snapped to his left and he snarled. "Yes! "We"! You were worried, too! Don't try to say you weren't!"

You watch, in shock as he has essentially a one-sided argument with himself, getting exasperated, saying the word "love" and "dear" here and there.

You stayed, scared, until the ugly sensation of your nausea reared its ugly head and you dropped the plastic bag, literally shoving past this gigantic creature in a mad dash to your bathroom or you were gonna blow chunks right then and there.

You didn't even shut the door before you collapsed to your knees, hugging the bowl as you heaved the contents of your digestive system into the pearly white porcelain, leaving what could only be the Venom, the creature that supposedly stalked your city eating people, in your living room.

By the end of the nausea fit, your eyes were watery, your nose was runny and your face blotched with color, the whites of your eyes glassy from the strain. You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you rinsed your mouth with water right from the tap, gargling and spitting until the foul acidic taste went away.

You felt your now empty stomach growl and your first instinct was to go get food and eat again, to replenish the energy you just spent hurling everything you ate that day.

But then you remembered...

The big guy.

You didn't have any sort of object to wield as a weapon, so you merely sheepishly peeked around the corner, watching as the creature called Venom gingerly moved about your kitchen, things that looked like tentacles reaching out and grabbing a cup, some ice, and a can of ginger ale from your fridge and pour it into the cup; all the while making a sandwich. Nutella with your banana/mango spread. A favorite you'd started to enjoy in the past week.

But the only person you ever told that to was...

You froze when he turned around, locking eyes with you as he set the food on your breakfast island, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"We... We know that you're probably hungry after... So we figured..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the food and drink in front of him.

"How do you know..." You breathed.

His colossal shoulders heave as he sighed, walking around the island and over to you, stopping just a mere few feet away.

"Promise not to be mad? Or scream?"

You weren't sure why in the hell he asked you that, but you felt already too far gone into shock to really argue. Plus, throwing up took all urges to scream from your poor sore throat.

So, you nodded.

"Okay."

You watched as the strange black goo peels back layer by slinking layer, until a man is revealed beneath.

But it's not just any man.

It's fucking Eddie. Your neighbor-turned-recent-boyfriend.

"You--!"

"We can explain! Just please, please don't be mad at us!" Eddie winced.

You felt another dizzy spell start to hit at this revelation. "How long--"

"A few years. Look, we planned on telling you. It's just... not tonight. When you didn't answer my texts or calls, I got worried and..." He sighed.

You watched as Venom's head moved out from behind Eddie's shoulder to peer at you, the thick black goo that made up the appendage holding his head up moving almost like water. He offered you a smile, and part of you wished that'd solve the tension in the air, to assuage your increasing confusion. But sadly, it didn't.

"Vee didn't want to fucking wait an extra ten minutes when you didn't answer the door and climbed through your window, which you should start locking I mean I know we're on the upper floors with no balcony or fire escape, but it's still a safety concern and with the baby--"

You interrupted Eddie's rambling. "Vee?" You echo.

"Uh--okay. That's what I call Venom when he isn't being an incorrigible shithead. Or a parasite who takes control of my body." Eddie sighed.

You almost laughed when Venom headbutted him in the side of his head.

"Stop calling me that! It's rude!" Venom snarled.

"No, what's rude is breaking into somebody's apartment!" Eddie retorted, jabbing a finger at Venom. "We talked about this!"

"You were worried, too!"

"Yes but I wasn't going to crawl through her goddamn window!"

Your eyes darted from one to the other as they started bickering like a... like a... Oh.

Yeah. It was after a two hour long conversation that Eddie told you everything. About his ex, the Life Foundation, finding Venom, fighting Riot, then the whole thing with Carnage, Venom's offspring... and of course, their actual relationship with one another, now. They argued like a married couple because they basically were one, complete with... well. You weren't ready in the current situation to imagine how the bedroom situation worked between them, yet.

You took it better than he expected. Way better.

"Honestly.... The only thing scarier than Venom is childbirth." You said, sitting next to him on the couch, your hands on your belly.

"...Eddie." you said slowly.

"Uh--yeah? What's up, sweetheart?" He asked awkwardly, Venom's eyes immediately drawn down to where your hands caressed the bump beneath your thin t shirt.

"How come you haven't asked to touch my belly yet? I'm... surprised. I've had random people come up to me and ask, but not... you."

"Wait... uh. So. You're giving... Permission?" Eddie asked, blinking his big, ridiculously lashed eyes at you.

"Well, yeah, and--"

"FINALLY!" Venom hissed.

In a black blur, Venom lurched forward over Eddie's shoulder, straight for your tummy. He pressed the side of his head against your belly, tendrils of his strange slime-like flesh wrapping around your midsection; listening to the baby's heartbeat and feeling for any movements.

Eddie meanwhile, looked equal parts horrified and embarrassed as he facepalmed, blushing all the way to his ears. "That's why. He's been fucking obsessed with you and your baby since he first realized you were pregnant."

You looked down as the symbiote cuddled you, and by extension, your baby, your jaw agape at how he was purring while he nuzzled into you.

"...That's why you're always so concerned about me?" You asked dumbly, blinking over at Eddie, who gave you an awkward smile and shrug in reply.

"Yeah, hate to break it to you, doll, but... Vee has kinda... claimed you two." He said.

"Claimed me." You repeated.

"Yeah. He has this thing... with kids?" He rolled his hand to try and think of words to describe it. "He's overprotective. He's the same with Sonny and Cher, it's just... he doesn't interact with many pregnant people so when he met you, that weird little drive kicked in. The fact that we both started feeling something for you outside of that kinda blindsided us, but..."

"So what?" Venom scoffed, resting his chin on the curve of your belly, looking up at you with a grin. "This is our baby now, and we will protect the both of you."

"Venom!" Eddie snapped.

"You claimed us?" You were having a difficult time wrapping your head around this. All of it. The whole situation in general. First your boyfriend has a boyfriend who technically isn't a boy but identifies as one because gender was a foreign concept to his species, they were together before they met you, Venom is a literal alien--

And now... was he saying...

"L-Look, I know it's early on and we haven't been dating long, but..." Eddie rubbed his sweaty palms on his faded-out jeans.

"Are you two saying... that you want to be with me? Rest of the pregnancy, birth, and all?"

The hell was your life, some kind of weird, cheap, sci-fi romance novel? The dashing, handsome alien(s) swoop in and offer to help raise your baby? What kind of parallel world were you in?

Eddie was quiet, and Venom merely stared at him, before looking back at you.

"Yes." He said. "Eddie is too much of a pussy to say it, but he likes the idea of taking care of a tiny you."

"Venom! Fuck! Stop calling me that!" Eddie snapped at the symbiote as he protectively snuggled your tummy.

Venom merely stuck his tongue out at him, "I will when you stop calling me a parasite!" He looked back up at you, giving you the best rendition he could of a hurt puppy. "Do you see how he talks to me? Despicable!"

You snorted a short laugh before you could stop yourself, and covered your mouth.

"Hah! See? She thinks I'm funny! So shut it!"

"Oh, my god, that does not count--"

"Yes it does I already won." Venom said contentedly.

"Look!" Eddie groans. "Just... We are willing to be with you. Take care of you, and help with the baby. If... you'll have us. I know this whole situation is weird, but..." Eddie trails off, looking at you hopefully.

The decision wasn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. Eddie and Venom haven't given you a reason to be afraid--other than scaring the shit out of you earlier because Venom apparently has fucking anxiety--and, well... They were so sweet, and gentle... And if Venom doting on your unborn baby currently was any indication, the affection would probably increase a hundred fold after your little bundle of joy arrived.

"Okay." You said.

All the tension seemed to drain from Eddie's body and he sighed, a relieved smile blooming on his face as he looked at you with a look in his eyes that had your heart doing a little flip in your chest.

"Thank God..." Eddie sighed happily.

Venom grinned widely at you, before shooting back to Eddie and seizing the body again, his inky black mass covering Eddie entirely.

Your couch creaked under the added weight of Venom's increased mass as he leaned over, dwarfing your whole body as he wrapped his thick, tree-trunk arms around your tinier body, nuzzling into your cheek before giving you a kiss. Thankfully no tongue, because you thought you'd probably choke if he did that.

When he pulled back, your face was flush at the boldness of his actions, and looked up at him as his opalescent eyes narrowed sweetly down at you.

But something Venom said clicked into your brain, finally, once it rebooted from the kiss.

"Venom, you said you two wouldn't mind helping raise a tiny me." You began. "But I don't know if I'm having a boy or girl, yet."

"Oh, we can." Venom grinned. "I could tell when I was holding onto you. It was easy."

"What?!" You sputter.

"You're having a little girl, by the way."

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You booked an appointment two weeks later. And damn, Venom was right. You were having a girl! At least the naming situation was easier, now that you narrowed down the sex.

Many people said you and Eddie were moving fast, but you ignored them because they didn't know the real situation. Your apartment was bigger, two rooms, one for you (and now Eddie and Venom) and the other was the nursery for the baby.

Eddie was affectionate, but Venom was downright clingy. He was almost always wrapped around your belly in some way or another, purring as he used his weird slimy body to massage you. He helped with your back strain surprisingly, how he would massage you. Eddie proposed maybe letting Venom bond with you for the remainder of the pregnancy to ensure safety and good health, but Venom shot the idea down himself.

He explained it like it was a bit like an organ donor match, if you weren't a match for him you could get sick, or God forbid both you and the baby could die. And to Eddie's surprise Venom made the nature decision to settle for massaging your back and tummy to ease the strain.

Venom jumped at the chance to rub your coconut oil into your belly to help ease the risk and appearance of stretch marks, too.

Through the mood swings, crazy cravings and nesting phases and all, you two boyfriends stayed with you through all of it. Several times you woke up to Venom and Eddie cooking in the kitchen, making sure you had a decent breakfast in the morning.

The only problem was... well. They cooked like broke college boys. So, you spent time giving them cooking lessons, which was one of the funnest things you'd done in a while. The messes were worth cleaning up, the cute recordings you made were memories that'd last a very very long time.

Nighttime cuddles were great, Venom slinking beneath the blankets to wrap around both you and Eddie to snuggle, massaging you the whole night. It really helped when he would conform a certain way so you could lay on your side comfortably and ease the strain on your poor spine and hips.

Who needed a pregnancy pillow when you had a symbiote, right?

Eddie and Venom read up as much as they could on the subject of babies and childbirth and to say Eddie was terrified was an absolute understatement. The photos and diagrams alone had him chewing his nails (getting a swift smack from Venom) and he felt himself getting queasy when he found out that apparently you would be delivering the placenta as well?!

How much did you have to go through, making a tiny human?!

This whole situation amused the fuck out of you, however, as you'd done all this research and merely accepted it. A bit of blood, etcetera after delivery seemed easy to deal with given you've dealt with your period since puberty and that alone was a mess by itself...

But watching a man learn more about it? Oh, it was hilarious.

But hey! They were excited for a cute little baby girl to snuggle and kiss!

One night, you were laying in bed as you scrolled through various baby items online, saving a few cute things for later. Eddie had his head on your shoulder, watching a movie, with an arm draped over your belly, now painfully (sometimes literally) obvious bump, feeling the baby shift and move around as she kicked inside of you.

Venom had encapsulated Eddie's arm, his massive hand stroking your tummy idly.

Apparently, a thought had been bouncing around in Venom's brain and he finally decided to ask it. His head morphed from behind Eddie and peered over at you.

"The baby is a girl." He said.

"Yeah, Venom, that's been established." Eddie snorted, moving until his cheek was resting on your chest.

"Eddie, that's mean." You chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. "Venom, continue."

"Thank you, sweet thing." Venom purred at you, shooting Eddie a glare afterwards.

"But anyway... If the baby is a girl now..." He tipped his head to the side. "What if the baby decides or realizes when she's older that she isn't one? Or either?"

You lower your phone, eyebrows raised at the gravity of his question. Even Eddie sat up on his elbow to look at Venom, surprised at the depth of the question coming from his symbiote. Honestly though, the subject made sense coming from a species that technically didn't have genders in the first place...

Venom seemed happy with your reply, and looked to Eddie expectantly. He already knew what his opinion was, but he wanted him to say it out loud for you.

"Well..." You begin. "If she decides she wasn't born the right gender, or feels like she's neither, or even leaning on both scales... I won't have a problem. I just want our baby to be happy and healthy, not conformed or trapped in any way. That includes the identity she will have as she realizes things about herself."

"Well, I don't have room to talk on gender identity." Eddie snickered. "Considering how you didn't really decide to go by male pronouns until you bonded with me and stuck with that identity because it fit for you... so, yeah. Whatever the baby decides when she's old enough is fine with me."

You grin and kiss Eddie on his temple, ruffling his hair as Venom nuzzles into your belly.

Yeah...

Safe, happy, and loved. That's what your baby would be, no matter what. With her two weird dads and her mom who puts up with their nonsense.

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Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: Life goes on. 2994 words.

1986

The calendar looked the same as it had five minutes ago. Yet, you found yourself back in front of it, staring at it silently. If Eddie was home, you would have pretended you were at least there to get something from the fridge the calendar was stuck to. But you were alone to space out and look at the numbers and lines as if they meant something different.

A knock at the trailer door eventually pulled you away from the month of October.

“Oh. Hi!” The boy looked shocked to see you.

“Hi, Dustin…”

“Sorry. Hi. Um. Hi,”

“Hi,”

“Hi. So… How are you? How have you been?”

You looked him up and down. He was as you remembered him, though less sad, but not entirely happy yet either. You stepped aside. “You wanna come in?”

Dustin looked around Forest Hills with hesitation. Neighbours were out enjoying the cooling breeze. The heat of August was gone, September had just finished ushering in just a taste of what October would offer.

“Lots of witnesses seeing you come in. You’re safe,” you told him.

The kid looked back up at you. “Is the…”

You knew what he was asking, but instead of putting him out of his misery, you just raised an eyebrow.

“The vampire. That’s what he is, right? Nancy and Robin told me-”

“He’s not here,”

“Oh. He’s out? But it’s daytime?”

“Yeah. I can turn him into a bat. He’s immune to all that when he’s the bat,”

“Is that a good idea?”

“Are you a vampire expert now?”

“I mean… I am an expert in a lot of the, you know, monster type situations that happen here,” Dustin countered, putting his hands on his hips.

“So I hear. Come on. What do you need?”

Dustin followed you inside the trailer. “I, ah, love what you’ve done with the place,” he quipped as he drew a smiley face in a pile of dirt on the kitchen bench, then picked the leaf next to it up, spinning it between his fingers.

“Don’t touch that!” you squealed too late, grabbing Dustin’s hand and healing him before the Dendrocnide moroides had a chance to take effect.

Dustin’s eyes were wide, the panic sweeping across his face. “What was that?! Am I gonna die?!”

Letting him go, you examined his hand. “No. You just would have been in a lot of pain,”

“Like poison ivy?”

“No, like an excruciating pain that feels like being burned with acid. And it can linger for months. Flare up after years,”

“And you have it just laying around?”

“Well, Dustin, it has no effect on me or Eddie. And I don’t get a lot of visitors.”

He nodded sheepishly. “Sorry… Sorry. I didn’t mean to- I’ll… keep my hands to myself,”

“For the best. But the couch is safe. Sit.”

Dustin sat, picked up a throw pillow and hugged it to himself. He said nothing and avoided eye contact.

“Can I make you a cup of tea?” You added, “Not magic tea,” before he could ask.

He nodded.

You brewed chamomile and honey, took a mug of it to Dustin, and sat next to him with your own. “So, put my mind at ease; no new monsters for me to worry about?”

“No. Nope. Hawkins is… safe,”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

Dustin laughed out a strange cackling sound.

“…Dustin?”

“Sorry. No. No more monsters. Nancy and the others keep telling me it’s done. Finished. Even El says so…”

“But you don’t believe them?” you asked gently.

“I want to. I want to be happy that everything is going back to normal. But…”

“You’re scared. I get it. I really do. I know what it’s like to have the war end and be left to… you know, live. It’s hard. But he’s gone, Dustin. Whatever he was. There’s nothing left here of him. The gates are closed. There’s no way between there and here,”

“But what if there’s someone else? What if there is another way? Not now. But one day. What if we all grow up and have kids and they have to do this all over again?”

Dustin’s hands had begun to shake. You placed the mugs of tea on the coffee table and took his hands in yours.

“If we get stuck mapping out all of the ‘what ifs,’ we never get to move forward. And there are no guarantees. We don’t know if Hawkins gets to be safe forever. We can watch over it. We can hope. But other than that… We just have to figure out how to be okay.”

The boy nodded, tears rolling down his face. You pulled him into a hug.

“I miss them. I miss Steve,” he cried.

“I know. The grief never goes away. It becomes easier to carry though,”

“Can you make it go away?”

Clenching your jaw, you shook your head. “It’s better to remember. You don’t want to forget what love felt like. You don’t want to forget them. If this grief is the price, we have to pay it.”

You held him until he could take a shaky but mostly controlled breath.

“Do you… Do you know if you’re staying in Hawkins?” Dustin asked.

“Ah, yeah actually. Something about being here feels right,”

“If something happens then…”

“I’ll be here. For you and your kids,”

“Are you like, really old?”

You laughed. “Yes. I am. And, I have some other really old friends coming soon too. There’ll be a few of us to keep watch,”

“More witches? Or vampires?”

“Witches. Eddie is the last of his kind.”

Dustin nodded, considering the information. He wiped his face on his sleeve and picked up his mug. He liked the tea; you could tell.

“You can always come here, Dustin. Maybe not literally here here. But to me,”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, can’t have a coven of witches sharing a trailer, can I?”

Dustin smiled wide, toothy, and happy. “A coven?!”

“Yep. My very own,”

“They can come too,”

“Come where?” you asked.

“That’s why I came, actually. But being here reminded me of… Steve…” Dustin fished a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to you.

When you unfolded it, a black cat with bright green eyes greeted you. It was carving a jack-o-lantern. “Black cats can’t wait to meet you… Golden pumpkins agleam… Owls and bats guide you… To our party Halloween,” you read. A place, time, and date were listed.

“Will and his family are throwing it,” Dustin told you.

“To be honest, I’m surprised all your families decided to stay. Long ago, when my kind fought an enemy here, we left once it was done."

Dustin shrugged. “Most people don’t know what really happened. Government handed out some pretty big cheques,”

“Most towns are built on graveyards, I guess,”

“Well, on that cheery note…” Dustin stood.

“You’re okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I guess… You should come to the party. And your… friends, if they’re here,”

“What about Eddie?” you asked, almost just for fun.

Dustin walked down the trailer’s steps, looking back at you. “He’s one of the good guys, right?”

It could have been a coincidence, but it was far more likely to be Eddie’s sense of drama. He came swooping by Dustin and you, landing on the coffee table between the mugs of chamomile and honey. You rolled your eyes.

“Is that…?”

“Yes. King of theatre himself.”

Dustin looked at the bat. “Um. Hi. You can come… to the party… but maybe… not like that.”

Eddie chittered and you knew the demand. You cast him back.

“Jesus, man!” Dustin screeched, shielding his eyes. “A little warning!”

You and Eddie both smiled stupidly at each other.

“I think that’s a crime! Public indecency!” Dustin continued as Eddie casually strolled naked to the bedroom, avoiding the burst of sunlight from the open door.

“He’s in his own home,” you shrugged.

“Fine! Child endangerment!”

“Yeah, he’s got you there,” you said over your shoulder.

“I’m going now,”

“Bye, Dustin,” you farewelled.

“Goodbye, Dustin! Nice to meet you, Dustin!” Eddie yelled.

Dustin was on his bike and on his way out of Forest Hills before you even closed the door.

“To our party Halloween,” Eddie read, picking up the invitation. “Well, that’s cute,”

“It is. They’re resilient, aren’t they?”

“All humans or specifically yours?”

“All of them, I guess, but these ones in particular. They just keep going,”

“They do… Will you be attending this celebration of All Hallows Eve?” he asked, letting his voice dip into a Vincent Price impersonation.

“I don’t know. Halloween is so far away. I have so much to do before then,”

“Speaking of, I scouted the whole area out near the forest gate. Not a house or paved road in sight,”

“Yeah? Cool. It might work then…”

…

It would have been a harder task if Hawkins had not recently had major groundworks and construction happening.

“We had to map out everything from here to bloody Fort Wayne!” the woman at New City Hall, Nell, had said. “So, you came at the right time. Now, which part did you want to know about?”

“Over here,” you pointed to a map Nell rolled out. “Near this forest, then out beyond that,”

“Oh, jeez, honey. You don’t want to be heading out there. Nothing good out there,”

“What do you mean?”

Nell sighed. “Well, Merrill Wright was all set to buy some of the land. Expand his pumpkin patch and whatnot. But after all that hullabaloo with the poisoning, then the earthquake… Don’t think he’s thinking on expanding. Take a lot of work to make that land good again… But… Looks as though you’ll be wanting to talk to the Klines…” The way her sentence tapered off suggested talking to the Klines was going to be a difficult task.

“They own all of this? One family?”

“Klines have been in Hawkins as long as Hawkins has existed. Guess they just… claimed it at some point.”

You couldn’t recall any Klines from before, when Hawkins was referred to as ‘the flatlands.’ Rightfully, the land belonged to the Native American peoples, those that coexisted with the land before British and French rule. How the Klines came to own the land was probably another lesson in displacement and colonisation.

“Where can I find them? The Klines?”

“Ah, well, Larry Kline is…” Nell covered her mouth and whispered the next part – “…in the slammer.”

You nodded and tried to look scandalised.

“He had some shady dealings with some… Let’s just say… unsavoury characters. Some bad comrades, if you catch my drift,”

“No!” you hissed, as outraged as Nell expected you to be.

“I know! Poor Winnie… When it all came out, she found out he was cheatin’ on her too. With his secretary no less! She moved right after. Not sure what happened with the land… Probably still sitting in Larry’s name… Maybe the government took it when he was locked up?”

Following Nell’s directions, you drove across town to a law firm that had once represented Larry Kline. They confirmed that all the land his family once appropriated now was property of the U.S. Government.

“And that’s a good thing?” Eddie questioned when you returned home and filled him in on the findings.

“It's... good and bad. Either they won’t sell it privately, and we just use some stronger wards and protections for now. Or, they do sell it to us and we can return ownership to the Native Americans and ask permission to base our coven there,”

“Can’t you just… make them… sell it to you?”

“I mean…”

Eddie knew what the debate in your head was. “A good witch wouldn’t make them,”

“Probably not, no… But, I don’t know if I am a good witch anymore, right?”

“Right. You’re better. You don’t tie yourself to archaic notions of a moral right and wrong,”

“Sure… I’ll think about it. They might do the right thing themselves,”

“They? The government? Of the United States of America? Have you fallen ill?” He pressed his palm to your forehead. “Are these visions from another dimension plaguing you?”

You laughed and pushed him away. “The drama never ends,”

“I prefer the term showmanship. The showmanship never ends,”

“Okay, showman, well let’s get the cards out and see what they say about magically forcing land back, yeah?” An hour later you were laughing at Six of Pentacles and The Chariot. “Can’t get any clearer than that!”

…

The room you were led into was sterile but still had a thick air of toxic masculinity. A family photo of the man, his wife, and children was up high on a bookcase. Dusty and never looked at. A crystal decanter half-filled with bourbon sat on the corner of his desk. No artwork on the walls. A pen with a picture of a pin-up girl wrapped around it, when the cam was clicked, her naked form appeared. He said it was embarrassing, claimed was a gag gift from the 1985 office Kris Kringle, yet never got rid of it.

“We received your proposal. That’s a lot of land you’re looking to buy.”

Resisting the urge to say ‘I know,’ you smiled and nodded.

“What’s a girl like you want to do with all that land?”

What, exactly, is a girl like me like?

“The land is relatively untouched at the moment. There are neighbouring farms and a few private roads, but it is mostly just woodland and open plains. Hawkins has seen a lot of devastation over the past couple of decades. We would like to see the land taken care of. You know, returned to its rightful owners. Any deforestation or development staved off.”

You knew it was risky mentioning the ‘rightful owners’ of the land but you wanted this man, in all his white-collar sweatiness, to have a chance to do the right thing.

“Hmm… And the ‘we’ is you and your…”

“Collective. We are kind of like a non-profit. A charity. We all have other jobs, but dedicate our free time and resources to helping people and the environment,” you answered, reciting the proposal that he very evidently did not read.

“How does a group of…” He flicked through the pages. “…women. A group of women raise enough cash to make this kind of offer?”

“Campaigning… Bake sales. That kind of thing.” You shrugged and batted your eyelashes. It was a stupid and obvious lie but it fit into the man’s preconceived idea of the economics of women, so he brought it.

“Still… We’re more in the business of innovation. Indiana needs to keep up with the East and West coasts, you see. And, we like to see our proposals a lot more financially sound. There’s no clear way for you to make the repayments,”

“You’re not a business though,”

“Sorry?”

“You’re not a business,” you repeated. “You’re the government. Specifically, the part of the government that is meant to do the right thing for the people and the land, by deciding what happens to the land. Your objective isn’t to make money,”

“Right, but-”

“And, as far as you are concerned, the proposal is financially sound. The money to buy the land is there. What we have free and clear, then the rest in loans not owed to you. So… you’re paid. The hypothetical debt we get into and the repayments don’t concern you at all. That just seems like an excuse to not approval the proposal,”

“Miss-”

“No. Absolutely not,” you interrupted again.

“Miss, I’m going to have-”

From the moment you sat down, your hand had been in your pocket ready for the moment. You curled your fingers to your palm, collecting the dust. “Actually, I’m going to have to do this,” and you blew it in his face. The man froze in place. He couldn’t even blink.

“Okay, you can come out.”

You opened the lid of the backpack carefully sat at your feet. Eddie crawled out and looked around. He flew up and perched on the man’s desk.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you with a bat attack or anything,” you told the man. “He’s just here to watch… And don’t worry about not being able to move. I’ll fix that before I go. We just have some business to attend to first,” you said with a grin that would haunt the man for the rest of his life.

It wasn’t dark magic. It was… morally grey magic used for the greater good.

The man felt compelled, entirely committed, obsessively in support of your proposal. He felt like if he didn’t hand over the land at an insanely reduced price he might die. He would die. Everyone could die.

When you freed his body from your hold, tears rolling down the man’s face from lack of blinking, he coughed hard. He looked at Eddie with a frown.

“Who’s this?” he asked.

“Who’s who?” you replied.

“The…” but your face told him that you couldn’t see Eddie… Maybe he was going crazy. It was the cursed Hawkins land. He had to get rid of it. To you. Yes. Yes, perfect. Sell it off cheap. Get rid of it. And to a charity? Well, everyone would think he’s a hero! A true American hero! Maybe he’d even get a bonus. Yes. Sell it. Sell it. Sell it. “I think I can make you an offer…”

On the drive home, you pushed The Head on the Door tape into the deck and sang along with Robert Smith loudly. When the sun set and Eddie swooped through the open window, you turned him back and laughed when he refused to put on pants.

“Out of curiosity, little witch, would that freezing spell work on… say… you… or me?”

You looked over at him and his sly grin. “Is your mind in the gutter again?”

“It’s always got a foot there. Care to join me?”

End Note: Click here to see the inspo for the Halloween party invitations.

Also, I forgot to say this last time: the reason that Mel, the music journalist coven member, is haunted by Steve is because my IRL bestie @kookygranger (who the character is based on) reblogged a chapter and added her own little blurb to it. Kind of like fanfic of my fanfic hehe. You can read that reblog here. She has now expanded it to be its own entire fic (read here). It deviates from what my characters are doing, so it’s pretty much a Burning Yarrow AU. Obsessed.

As always, I hope you are all well and I'd love to hear your thoughts and feelings. xo Rhi

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Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) Or Why The Probably Most Accurate Movie Adaptation Of Dracula Still Is Not Accurate Enough

I mentioned some time ago - while salivating over the marvellous razor scene of Francis Ford Coppola's Dracula adaptation - that there is quite some stuff to unpack here. And now I found some time to unpack. So let's begin. I'll start with the good stuff, firstly the good stuff that's not in the book (i.e., the Flourishes), than the good stuff that's true to the book (the Well-Conserved). Thirdly, I'll make note of things that were, unnervingly, changed (by which I mean They Came Back Wrong), and then I'll deal with what is unfortunately left out from the book (the Missing). And finally, finally I'll rant over that two bad things that never were in the book in the first place (a section I'll call JUST WHY?).

So. A tragedy in five acts. Here we go.

Act I - The Flourishes

The razor scene. I think I dealt with this enough by now. It's perfection and I'll die on that hill.

The music. Obviously, Bram Stoker's gothic lil masterpiece is lacking some gorgeous score. But mourn no longer, because Wojciech Kilar cooked up some dashing, pushing tune for us, fitting perfectly to this dark tale of spreading darkness and deepening madness.

Some basic knowledge about blood groups. Yeah, Stoker can't be blamed for this, but still. It's a nice addition to remind us that we do indeed live in a world where blood groups exist.

The Westenra Estate. As much as I pity that the lovely town of Whitby did not make it into the movie, I do love Lucy Westenra's house. Because I'm a sucker for hedge mazes. Simple as that.

Those glasses. Those. Fucking. Nice. Glasses.

Act II - The Well-Conserved

The plot in general. Yes, there are a lot of maddening differences, as we will see soon. But still, this movie at least makes the impression that most of the people working on it had indeed read the darn novel. Which is something that I can't say about many other Dracula adaptations I have seen.

The costumes, the sets, the atmosphere. Well done, everyone!

The Actors. The good thing about being not native in a language is that one is not very prone to dialects that seem off. And as I happen to not be a native speaker of English, I have little problems with Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder adding some US touch to what should be very, very, v e r y British characters. I even find Reeves perfectly fitting for the oh so darn young Jonathan Harker. And the rest of the cast is marvellous, too (with the exception of Winona Ryder, see below for details). Especially Tom Waits, who is hard-wired to the name of Renfield in my brain ever since I first saw this movie. And Gary Oldman as Dracula… Well. I think I already made clear what opinion I have about that sexy bastard.

Some lucky few of lovely quotes made it over to the film. Dracula's welcome. The Fowl Bauble of Human Vanity, of course. And Qunincey almost making me faint when saying "Little girl" when I least expected it.

Act III - They Came Back Wrong

The dates. Goshdarnit, the dates! It's an epistolary novel, so why make the effort of making up completely new dates for events that already had a precise date in the novel? I just don't get it. And it unnerves me. Every. Fucking. Time.

Time in general. Watching the movie after Dracula Daily makes it feel so very, very hasty. Jonathan travels to Castle Dracula like it's no thing at all. And the first few days in Castle Dracula are condensed into one weird evening.

Dracula meeting Mina before Jonathan is back. I really, really loved the book for avoiding the most terrible tropes. And then comes this movie, and struts right into this terrible pitfall.

Mina. I'm sorry, usually I love the work of Winona Ryder, but here she was way too bland. Maybe it was because her character had quite a revamp (ha. ha.) and no one cared to tell her what new approach she should take. But whatever reason, the clever, adorable train fiend of the original did not deserve this!

Act IV - The Missing

The Voyage of the Demeter is way too short. Where is "But I am captain, and I must not leave my ship"? Where is the poor sea captain tying himself to the wheel? And where is his funeral? Oh, I really missed all that. And, I mean, I don't mind hearing Anthony Hopkins read the lines, but would it have been such an expense to at least hire an additional actor to voice the correspondent or the sea captain?

Jonathan Holding Mina By the Arm. That's really not an objectively big issue. That's just me who fell in love with JonMina after reading this chapter. And almost no one does it properly. They deserve justice!

(Thanks a ton to @smieska for capturing my mood just perfectly!)

Act V - JUST WHY?

Elisabeta. Don't get me wrong here: All of the oh so tragic Drac backstory they invented for this movie is terribly unnecessary. But in this sea of uselessness, the tragically deceased wife of Vlad Țepeș that just so happens to perfectly resemble Mina Murray is an audience-insulting island of unoriginality. I mean, yeah, I guess someone wanted to add some romance to the story of Vlad the Fucking Impaler. Because, well, nineties or so. But Mina, of all women? Why not invent some new character that can be bothered with such stuff? Why ruin an all-nice JonMina ship? I don't get the whole new backstory, and I especially don't get this aspect.

Dracula raping Lucy in his shitty werewolf form. Everything about this is wrong. And it has no relevance for the plot. Just. Blergh.

Epilogue

It's cruel to watch Francis Ford Coppola's take on Dracula right after finishing @re-dracula. I know that now. Everything is still too fresh. It's a good movie, after all, but especially because it's quite good it is frustrating to be so terribly aware of all its shortcomings. In a few weeks or so, I would recommend it, again, I guess. As long as it's still Dracula Off-Season. 7 out of 10 points.

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #dracula 1992 #bram stoker's dracula #dracula movie #francis ford coppola #keanu reeves #winona ryder #anthony hopkins #tom waits #dracula daily #jonmina #jonathan harker #mina harker #movie recommendation #movie review #schroed's thoughts

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Charisma - The Seven Charisma’s “Charisma Picnic” カリスマピクニック Karisuma Pikunikku English Lyrics Translation

This is an English translation of Charisma’s group song “Charisma Picnic.” Song is here.

Please be advised that this is merely a translation into English and may not be 100% accurate or follow any rhyme.

TL Notes:

Once more I am proven again that writing a rap from Japanese to English is hard. Just know that I tried.

SDGs are Sustainable Development Goals(?). It’s the only thing I could find, but they’re something about sustainable and responsible consumption/production, sustainable cities and communities, etc. etc. Ohse just wants to help out the Earth by becoming compost <3

I imagine the mountains that Amahiko finds sexy are like twin mountains that look like boobs with pointy nipples.

The last line goes like “Karisuma Shintenkai” which means “new development.” I just think it’s hilarious that Charisma can just be like “oh yeah look forward to Season 2″ in their own song.

Any questions, concerns, theories, or feedback is appreciated! Thank you for reading!!

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

Making bentos or carrying baggage That’s not the only way to use a slave Try me as a humanoid outdoor tool Work me hard to the bone, it feels great~!

March your feet precisely to the beat Don’t underestimate nature! It will eat you alive Now take a deep breath in regular intervals Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in Off we go to the great outdoors… Hey, you over there! Don’t veer from the route!

Let’s sing (let’s sing) cheerfully (cheerfully) Let’s join hands and lalala lala la la

Lalala lala Iori-san “Let me give you all a piggyback ride now!” Lala lala lala Rikai-san “Order outside is all green!” Lala our hearts Break into a dance toward our Charisma Picnic

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

I ain’t goin’ over the hill and I ain’t whistlin’ either And I sure as hell ain’t singin! I’ll go where I wanna go If you guys go that way, I’m goin’ this way Wha- Ah! It’s a dead end! You guys, wait up!

The Earth shines with the beauty of Terra-kun The sky and the ground revel in me That’s right, Terra-kun is now The Universe!

Let’s sing (let’s sing) cheerfully (cheerfully) Let’s join hands and lalala lala la la

Lalala lala Sarukawa-san “Hah? I ain’t gonna skip!”. Lala lala lala and Terra-san too “Terra-kun’s UV barrier!” Lala our hearts are Beating towards our Charisma Picnic

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

The sun illuminates and exposes all for us to see, aah how sexy! The murmur of the river, the chirping of the birds in your ear… ECSTACY!

Such a bright landscape with crisp air I’m sorry that a piece of shit loser like me exists I’ll go die at once and return to the earth, that way I’ll become fertilizer for the SDGs Even if it’s only a little bit, I can finally help the world this way

Yo, if you’ve got nothing else better to do, why not go on a journey of self-discovery? Let’s charge right in, so come on and let’s start a new story We’re so full of problems, we didn’t even know it was shining through Since everyone found out about our energy, now we gotta skip our way outta here

Let’s sing (let’s sing) cheerfully (cheerfully) Let’s join hands and lalala lala la la

Lalala lala Amahiko-san “Those distant mountains are so sexy” Lala lala lala Ohse-san “Please excuse me for breathing in the air…” Lala our hearts Break into a dance toward our Charisma Picnic

Lalala lala Fumiya-san “Oh, I forgot my wallet” (Ehh?) Lala lala lala Charisma-san “Yay!” Lala our hearts are Beating towards our Charisma Picnic Our pleasant little picnic New things are coming to Charisma

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

#Charisma House #charismahouse #karihau #crsm #charisma #karisuma #crsm song #fumiya ito #rikai kusanagi #iori motohashi #terra #amahiko tendo #ohse minato #kei sarukawa #MCdokujirai

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Royalty *Part 3*

McCall Pack X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1144

Requested: Anon @tribirdskinner

Request: Can you royalty part three mcall pack x fem reader after the mikealsons family brings hayley aka the werewolf queen of the crescent wolf pack to meet you the werewolf princess and then her ex lover the vampire prince find out about her baby. AND Can you do a royality part three the mcall pack x fem reader where after the mikealsons leaves the vampire prince comes to beacon hills looking for her and find outs that the future werewolf queen had given birth to scott daugther and named her Andrea and can you have joe dinicol playing the vampire prince AND Can you do royality part three of mcal pack x fem reader where she gives birth to scott daughter and names her Andrea and her father the werewolf king comes to beacon hills AND Hello where is my royality part three of mcall pack x fem reader

*Part 2*

Elijah had been the one to tell Hayley about your location and it only took her a couple of days to come by the house to see you. “So you're the pack royalty that they were talking about.” You said as you looked at her. “When I am technically royalty but I never lived with my parents, the only reason I found out was because I was pregnant with Klaus’ child.” Hayley explained. “That sounds taxing.” Stiles said from where he was sitting across the room, his laptop was open as he worked through some case files. “I didn't expect that there would still be royal families alive, at least not ones that still followed the old rules.” Hayley said and you shrugged. “My Dad’s strong, smart, he knows to keep close, he never really bothered with the outside world too much but I really didn’t want to be a princess in the first place.” You shrugged “I came here because there were enough supernatural creatures here that I could blend in a little but I ended up finding these guys and I’m happy here now.” “Yeah, well if you ever need help you can count on the crescent moon pack.” Hayley said. “You know you don’t have to do this to fix the whole Klaus situation.” You said and she looked at you and shook her head. “That’s not what this is.” She said. “Then what is it?” You asked. “Elijah was right, you really are cautious.” You said. “I care about everyone here and I know that there is no one in the world that gives without expecting something in return.” You explained. “I just want the guarantee that if something happens to us there will be a place here for Hope.” She said and you looked at her and frowned. “Why here?” You asked. “Given the state of your pack you accept all species and she’ll need that if anything happens to us.” Hayley explained. “Well I have no problem with your daughter coming here as long as the alpha agrees.” You said. “The alpha is going to agree even if she’s just like her dad.” Stiles muttered and you rolled your eyes. “Stop.” You ordered. “There is a place for her.”

The day that your daughter was born it was a happy day for the pack, everyone loved the new addition and you were home happy and healthy, you had just managed to get her to go to sleep when a knock sounded at the door, you walked down the stairs but Scott had gotten to the door before you did but you recognised the scent of an old acquaintance. “Is (Y/N) here?” He asked. “Can I ask who you are?” Scott asked. “An old friend.” He answered. “That’s not what I would call you.” You said making your presence known in that sentence Scott put himself between you and the man at the door. “Leave.” Scott ordered and the man looked at him and smirked. “Sorry but I’m not a werewolf, your whole Alpha thing won’t work on me.” He said and you looked at him and rolled your eyes. “But you're still a vampire and if he bites you, you will die, so do you want to be a part of that fight or not?” You asked. “Leave.” “You belong to me, your father promised my family. We were together.” He glared at you and you rolled your eyes. “We both know that it was over the moment that your parents betrayed him.” You answered. “Leave now or I’ll make you.” Scott ordered, his fangs flashed in warning. “Your family thinks itself royalty amongst the vampires so what do you think would happen if I told the originals that?” You asked. “They’re a myth-” “Go to New Orleans and then come back here if you still think it's a myth.” You taunted him, he frowned. “They’re in New Orleans?” He asked. “Just leave.” You ordered before turning to walk back up the stairs.

You were in the nursery making sure that you little girl was okay “how is she?” Scott asked softly as he walked in wrapping an arm around your waist. “She's fine, still sleeping.” You answered as he guided you back to the chair urging you to sit down. “Who was that?” He asked. “An ex, his family were killing off the human members of the pack back when I was younger and the families devised a plan for peace which involved an arranged marriage but the vampires betrayed the alliance and the marriage was called off.” You explained. “I guess he heard that I was here and thought that he might be able to call on a claim.” “Don’t worry I’ll protect you, no matter what.” He promised as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I know you will.” You smiled. “You should get some rest.” He said and you nodded. “In a minute I just want to watch her for a moment.” You said.

The next morning there was commotion when you woke up, it seemed that the pack was in the middle of something. “What is going on?” You asked as you made you way down the stairs, Lydia was holding little Andrea and Liam had his back pressed against the front door. “Um nothing.” He answered. “Nothing?” You asked. “Mm.” He hummed, nodding his head. “Open the front door.” You ordered. “There’s nothing out there, why don’t you go back upstairs or something.” Liam suggested. “Open the door.” You insisted and he sighed before opening the door, your eyes widened when you realised that your father was at the door. “There you are.” He smiled. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “I’m not going home.” “I’m not here to try and take you anywhere, I understand that you are happy here.” He said with his hands up. “I just wanted to know my granddaughter and promise that if you need it we will be here to help.” He explained. “Mm.” You hummed as you looked at your daughter across the room. “Well you can start by dealing with that family you promised me to.” “Done.” He said as he waved off two of the 4 guards that had been with him. “So where is she?” “Wait, you have to promise that you aren’t going to bring any problems with you.” You ordered. “Her safety is all the matters, the same as yours.” He promised. “The first slip up and you're gone.” you warned him. “Fine , then meet your granddaughter.” You said as you allowed him to come in, and walked over to Lydia who handed you your baby “Andrea.” “It’s lovely to meet you little one.” He said softly as he looked at her glad that he had come by to see her, the future of the pack.

*Part 4*

Requests and general question!

#teen wolf one shot #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf #mccall pack imagine #mccall pack imagines #scott mccall one shot #mccall pack #scott mccall imagine #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #female reader

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Of first impressions and coincidental meetings pt. 1 🌱

Just a little something I came up with 👀

I devided it into two parts. Part two can be found here.

This is my first, second if you count the 'Wedding Invitation' post, time writing something. It's been years since I beta-read someone's else work and even more since I wrote something myself. I hope you guys like it 🙂

Let me know what you think if you'd like and I'd be happy if you guys have any constructive criticism to spare for me 💖

Also, sorry in advance for mixing up / jumping between present and past tense and/or any typos 🙏

Clay belongs to @rottent33th and AJ belongs to me 💖😊

Story under cut

First impressions - Meeting you 🛹🤝

The first time Clay meets AJ he gets run over. Quite literally. By her no less.

At the time he had just come out of the record store where his friend Jay worked. AJ, having been skateboarding on the sidewalk, new in Killmor, exploring the town. As fate would have it, they meet, unexpectedly so. The moment she registered him stepping outside it was already to late too hit the brakes, let alone slow down. So what happens next wasn't really anybody's fault:

AJ manages to exclaim a quick "Fuck!" a split second before crashing into Clay, who had been ready to go on about his day, heading towards the gym. He falls, gravity pulling him straight down to the ground, taking AJ with him. The redhead is, thankfully, able to catch himself, cushioning the fall by stretching out his arm, preventing his head from hitting the pavement. What however knocks the air out of him is AJ, landing face-first on top of him.

[This scenes all look quite comedic when seen on television, maybe even romantic, some would say, but at the time? Not so much, "Hurt like a bitch" Clay would say, wincing as he remembers.]

It takes him a moment to fill his lungs with enough air and for his brain to process what had just occured. A mix of adrenaline and endorphins mask the pain in his hip, some of his ribs and hand enough for him to shift his attention instead to the situation at hand.

His brows furrow, a scowl making its way onto his face, ready to give the person a piece of his mind. He looks down and notices in passing that he had subconsciously wrapped his free arm around the person as though to protect them from suffering any additional damage from the fall. Judging by the brunette wavy hair and the small figure of the person he concludes it was a woman.

The words he was ready to deliver however quickly die down and turn into stunned silence when the person stirs and looks up at him. Clay's hazel eyes meet what at first appear to be sea green irises that encase golden circular rings. The person's eyes widen after focusing their own gaze on him.

A moment passes before the additional weight on top of him is being lifted, AJ scrambling to get off the redhaired man. His ears pick up a mellifluous voice, obviously belonging to her. "Hey, you good?" she asks, concern mixing with her voice. A hand adorned with mismatching rings moves into his field of vision when he looks up, their eyes meeting.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Clay answers, instead of what has burned on the tip of his tongue not even a minute ago, and he means it. His hand envelops her much smaller one before he can rethink his decision.

The rest not important enough to mention. He never got her name that day.

Suncatcher - Play of light 🌳☀️

[Komorembi -> Definition: Sunshine filtering through tree leaves; the interplay between the light and the leaves.]

The second time they meet is in a deeper part of the forest surrounding his home a week shy after the events of the first time they met. Stray rays of sunshine managed to filter through the crowns of trees as Clay makes his way through the woods around early afternoon.

A few minutes later some part of the forest dips softly down, making him take more slower steps until he has come to the foot of the hill.

What scares the living hell out of Clay is a body laying on the ground that he nearly tripped over. The first thing he noticed is that the body is, strangly enough, laying on a blanket on their side. Brown sunbleached hair is being highlighted by rays of light, hiding the face of the person. His eyes try to scan the body for any injuries, which proves to be difficult as it is obscured by what appears to be some sort of article of clothing, the material to soft for a jacket. A pair of small boots, black Doc Martens, peek from under the clothes.

Crouching down next to her he tries to come up with a plan as what to do next. Having already figured out that the figure was female. After the initial first look the redhaired man registers that the clothing on top softly rises and falls. The realization makes him exhale a breath of air he hasn't even noticed he was holding.

[Apparently sleeping on the ground in the middle of the woods is not the smartest thing to do. It does however make for an unique way of getting acquainted as it turns out. "I swear, I thought she was dead! Just layed there on the damn ground, not moving even an inch!" Clay is leaning forward, legs spread, feet on the ground, his voice carrying a frustrated undertone, while he gestures animatedly. Amused female chuckling can be heard from behind him.]

Clay doesn't know what brings him to do the next thing he does as he reaches out and gently pushes the few strands of hair back that were still hiding the person's face. Before he can clearly see her face the woman stirs and her upper hand shoots up to rub at the spot of skin that the hair had obviously tickling.

A soft and highpitched yawn escapes her lips as she sits up and stretches one arm upwards while the back of the other hand covers her open mouth. Clay realized that this was the girl that had ran him over earlier this week. Slowly opening her eyes, having just been rather gently woken up from her slumber, she realized who was sitting in front of her. The tall guy she mistakedly knocked over in the middle of the sidewalk when she was exploring the town.

She visibly startles before catching herself. "You do this often?" is the first thing the redhead asks, trying not to show his surprise, slight irritation lacing his words instead. "W-What?" AJ's eyebrows rise up, a puzzled expression forming on her face. "Run people over, sleep on the ground in the middle of the woods." Clay lists, shrugging while she focuses her gaze on him, curious.

Hearing that the young woman quickly ducks her head down, "No, not usually." she answers sheepishly. "Sorry again for running into you.". He nods before another question comes her way, "What were you doing here anyway?". "I was just taking a nap. I couldn't help myself, the weather is so warm and this spot here was so peaceful and nice." she tells him in a lighthearted tone.

"A nap? I thought you were dead." he deadpanned. "I'm very much alive, thank you." she responds, grinning.

Clay shakes his head in amusement, chuckling. He didn't think he had ever met someone like her before. "Alright then!" he says, not knowing what else to say. Standing up he holds out his hand for her to take. Then he remembers. "I didn't get your name the last time we met." he prompts.

"Oh right! It's AJ. You can just call me AJ!" she answers cheerfully. The first thing she notices when she takes his hand is that it is warm and the grip strong yet soft. Pulling herself up she stands on her feet, she does notice both of them standing rather close together. "Well, it's nice to put a name to this face, AJ. I'm Clay."

He didn't say it out loud that day but he thought she looked like spring. She thought he looked like autumn.

Downpour - Come rain, come sun ☔️🌈

AJ had this feeling in her gut that it would rain today the moment she woke up, she could practically feel the change in the air. So she trusts her instincts and takes an umbrella with herself, going for a quick trip to the grocery store in town with her car. Hoping that she could buy everything she needed before the first drops of rain could hit the pavement.

Clay, just having left the gym, his duffle bag hanging over one side of his shoulder, long orange hair in a messy bun, remembered that he needed to get a few things he's had forgotten to buy the last time he was shopping. What he didn't know tho was that in the next half an hour it was gonna pour. Heavily.

Having parked close to the store, AJ took three of her tote bags made out of cotton and the umbrella she brought with herself. "Just in case" she thinks. Just in case indeed.

Waiting in line to pay for his things, Clay sees the rain that has started to fall through the windows. He realized that his car was parked further away from the store, meaning he would be soaked through before he could reach his car. "Goddamnit!" he mutters quietly to himself but seemingly loud enough for the woman in front of him to hear and turn around.

Simultaniously both their brows rise up in surprise as they see who is standing in front of each other. "You here?" he asks. "Small town I heard" she shrugs as a way of answer. "Everything okay?" AJ asks. "Hmm? Oh yeah, just parked my car two blocks from here." Clay looked outside again while she answered. "Ohh..".

Both of them pay for their own things and walked towards the exit, coming to a stop before it. Clay had to take one of her tote bags, his duffle bag not able to hold all of his groceries. AJ looks up at him, having noticed that he wasn't carrying an umbrella with himself. "We can use my umbrella, my car is just outside the store. You can stay until the rain calms down, if you want" she lifts it up as a way of explanation. "You sure?" the redhead questions.

AJ nods and Clay takes the umbrella from her, drapes one arm around her, pulling her closer, to shield her as best as he could from the rain when they'd go outside. "I'm a bit taller than you" he sheepishly offered as explanation when she looked up at him, surprised look on her face. "True. That one over there is my car. Let's go" she pointed in the direction with her chin before both of them dashed in the direction and quickly got inside the vehicle.

[Who would have thought that this miserable weather would bring both of them closer together? Definitely not AJ. "He just draped his arm around me without warning. My heart's been beating so loud 'n fast, I thought it would beat straight outta my chest." she laughs, reminiscing.]

They spend about an hour talking, getting to know each other better until the skies decided to part, bright rays of sunshine shining through the clouds and a sparkling rainbow took shape in the great distance.

Paying no mind to the groceries, sitting forgotten on the backseats. The ice cream AJ brought slowly melting.

Note: As anyone can maybe see, I'm kinda having trouble writing dialogues, anyway 👀

Tagging some moots who might be interested: @bluecoolr @rottent33th @slaasherslut @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @solmints-messyocdiary @myers-meadow @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @shonkgobonk @sketchbook-of-shadows @devil-doll13 @visceravalentines @flower-crowned-lady @tahlalilian

Let me know if I should tag or untag anyone else 😊

#oc: aj riley #aj riley #clayton spencer oc #clay spencer oc #aj x clay

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schumiatspa · 5 months

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No I wasn't the other anons, but I could be! I mean YES sincaraz exho, but it s not confirmed, from what I gathered...

Anyway, oh if I could write decently I'd give it a tryabut I can't, English is not even my language. But maybe someone will pick the ideas!

Oh and now that you said Luca and Jannik are actualy meant to practice together that opens so many new possibilities!

"your man is really going tough on me, you're sure everything is OK?"

"yeah, yeah... It's probably because he wants to push you, take it as a compliment."

"he gives the the *glare* though..."

"mayyyyybe he's still a bit worked up but it'll pass, I promise. I hope so!"

"you hope so?!"

Also loved the idea that carlitos went ahead of himself and told Luca before speaking with Jannik hahaha ha he really seems like the person who acts first and thinks later.

"baby I promise he won't tell anyone! I mean, he never spoke about myself and he was the first to know."

"you just had to bring that up didn't you?"

"sorry"

All in good spirits I would think.

"I only want you. Always."

- 🇪🇦🇮🇹🇮🇹

Here I am again!! I'll answer both of them in one go, because at this point it's probably simpler this way ahsnsksj

The jealousy theme seems to be a continuing theme in Carlitos' life and our conversations, and I have a couple of things to add on that (under the cut because this is probably gonna get long ajshsksj)👀

I'll start off by saying that THIS DIALOGUE TOO IS SO ON POINT. "You just had to bring that uo didn't you" - "sorry" ASJSKSSK i definitely can picture them!! Obviously all in good spirits, Jannik would never get mad at Carlitos for something like this and even if he did, Carlitos has a couple of powerful aces up his sleeve that can get him forgiven ajjsksksk

AND I READ THAT FIC (shocking, I know) and I LOVED IT (even more shocking, I know). When I read it I was wondering if Jannik would actually be up for a ploy like that, because he didn't really strike me as the type, but the more time passes the more convinced I get that Jannik is not as angelic as we think lmao AND that he can be a very jealous person (I know that I sound boring but I'll die on this hill), so a reverse version of that fic with Carlitos being the one to make Jannik jealous would work!! And Luchino, with all the history and the ifs and maybes, means added drama, so... why not?

BUT THIS GETS ME TO THE INTERESTING (I hope) PART OF MY ANSWER, which is what is going on in Alicante (or well, what was going on there in the past week). So some days ago I found an interesting article in an italian newspaper about Jannik's training in Alicante that featured a small interview to Francesco Passaro (another young italian player who was there to train with Jannik and that you've probably seen on Jannik's Insta a couple of days ago) and to OUR DEAR LUCHINO. This article offered me two important pieces of information:

Luchino left Alicante earlier than planned because he twisted his ankle and decided to come back to his hometown in Italy, so that's why we never had any content about him and we didn't see him training with Jannik (which is such a shame for so many reasons!!). Well it's not breaking news at this point, because - again- I'm so late, but at the time it was since no content about him in Alicante was coming up lol

Luca said (and here I quote):"Jannik and I have always got along, we are friends. Nowadays, since we speak the same language and I have spent some time with him, I feel closer to him than to Carlos Alcaraz".

SO!! WE HAVE UPDATES!! WE HAVE LUCA SAYING THAT HE AND JANNIK ARE FRIENDS!! THAT HE PREFERS JANNIK OVER CARLITOS NOW!! This is gold. This interview is more than I hoped for when I wrote that post about Luca and Carlitos that started all of this. But at the same time it kinda destroys all of our theories aksjsksjs From how I see it, there are two possible scenarios here:

It's the truth, so the ship (relationship or friendship, you decide) between Carlitos or Luca has kind of sunk, so Luca is definitely not harboring feelings for Carlitos anymore. BUT at this point I could already imagine a scenario where Luca doesn't get injured, stays in Alicante and Jannik, after finding out that Carlitos and his childhood friend have drifted apart, try to get them to talk again (not jealousy involved this time, he just tries to do something nice for his new friend and his bf)

Luca is kind of lying, things are worse than we expected and he is still hopelessly in love with Carlitos, so he said that to make Carlitos jealous (or in general he said it "bitterly" - not in a bad/malicious way tho, because I absolutely can't think of my baby boy trying to make Jannik and Carlitos break up, but that would definitely spicy things up aksjksks).

You know, the possibilities we have here are endless. AND TO MAKE IT EVEN MORE INTERESTING (and it's the last thing I'm gonna say here because this is getting long) there is a video that I'd like to point out to you. You've probably already have seen this, but it's Carlitos celebrating the winning goal of the annual JFC academy football match with Flavio Cobolli, yet another italian player (he played Luca in the Next Gen Finals and lost btw lol), the actual italian player Carlitos trained with this week (aside from Jannik of course). Soooo Carlitos jumping into his arms during the match? The same match that Jannik didn't partecipate in (but he could have, if he had wanted to)? THIS could get interesting too. This calls for other theories. This calls for Carlitos and Jannik making each other jealous with the help of Flavio and Luca without realising the other is doing the same thing (a scheme that might lead to Flavio and Luca falling in love with each other too? This is a complete random crackship I've just come up with, BUT WHY NOT?). This calls for Jannik pining so hard and bugging Luca about it. This opens the door to so many possibilities I won't list here because my head is starting to spin, but!!

#anyway Carlitos is collecting so many Italian players #IT'S UNREAL.#and sorry sorry sorry again if I'm late!! I hope this makes up for it aklssksl #and i hope you can understand everything because today my english kinda sucks ajsksk #📩#anon #carlitos' italian sandwich saga #tennis

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stop-saying-tootsie · 9 months

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48, 41, 43, 44 (cap and pat) and 38 :)

oh hey eli

48. What do you think the ghosts' jobs would be in a modern living-human AU where they're all just chaotic housemates?

my favorite kind of question >:)

i will preface this with: i am projecting as an elementary education major at university, and honestly i haven’t seen the show in so long that i don’t know if these are based off true characteristics, or the version that i’ve created in my mind bc of fan theories

robin - astronomer, no question, he’s so smart and would love mapping the stars and discovering new galaxies

humphrey - everyone (including me) puts him as a principal type, which i do agree fits pretty well. i think he’d enjoy being around kids and they’d definitely find him entertaining. also part of me wants him to be a chef for some reason

mary - she’d have a stand at the farmer’s market every week with really cool baskets and tons of food to sell, and cap would help her garden bc i said so

kitty - i really think she’d be a teacher, but definitely for much younger grades, she’d be so fun for primary aged students

thomas - do y’all remember trish from austin and ally? yeah that’s thomas in a modern au

fanny - she’d have no job, she came across a large sum of money after her husband died so she just sits at home with dante all day <3

cap - get this man into local theatre !!! (pat would drag him along and before you know it cap is the star), otherwise he’d probably enjoy a quiet job at a library, without much talking

pat - he’d definitely still be a scout master, and honestly he would make a fantastic teacher. he’s got the optimism needed for it, and he’s great at motivating people, so yeah absolutely

julian - he’d be fired from his MP job so he’d try to get into local government, and would fail, so his entire life is just attempting to campaign and mooching off the others

41. Let's settle this once and for all. Who's the real leader, the Captain or Pat?

i gotta give it to Pat. as much as i adore Cap, he’s too rigid </3 obviously in the military or other instances he’d be great at leading!! but with the ghosts, Pat just fits the vibe

43. You've heard rumours of a tenth upstairs ghost who doesn't often venture out of their room to visit with the other residents of the house. Who are they? (i.e. make up a ghost OC. I know i'm putting you on the spot. I just want to see what you come up with.)

okay i’m terrible at coming up with OCs oh god

it’s a teen who snuck into the house in the early 2000s and is honestly too embarrassed to show his face. he’s probably 16 or so, and was supposed to be meeting a “friend”, but got stood up, so he figured why not drink some of the alcohol that was up in the attic,,,it was not alcohol (honestly who knows what it was, one second he was fine and the next he was looking down at himself)

the reason he doesn’t venture downstairs is because he’s got a massive crush on like. pretty much all the ghosts, and mike and alison, but surprise!! he found out after a couple years that he can turn invisible (which was a relief because he thought every time he DID go downstairs, they just ignored him)

so he definitely listens in on all their convos, which frankly solidified his crush on most of them weirdly enough

also he wears jorts and a hawaiian shirt (he’s just like me fr)

44. me a song you think [insert character name here] would like, or a song that reminds you of them!

South by Hippo Campus is SO Cap and i’ll die on that hill BUT. a possible contender is The Astronomer from Ghost Quartet, very nice song and idk!! feels a bit like Cap!!

for Pat hmmm…i really like giving him ABBA or Queen songs, they’re just so perfect, so we’re going with Radio Gaga <3 (i swear at some point i did a post listing several songs for each ghost, and i literally have the playlist, but i can’t find the post no matter how hard i look so maybe i never posted it </3)

sorry to reuse these songs bc i’ve definitely provided them as answers before, but i haven’t listened to anything but will wood in months so i have no new music options

38. It's your turn to pick a movie for film club! What are you watching?

oh this is so much pressure coming from you eli

my personal favorite movie is richard jewell, so i would obviously choose that just to make them watch it. though i do think they’d enjoy the suspense, and absolute shitshow the FBI is

i may also go for Luca, because i think they’d all like it (cap may resonate particularly well)

and then of course the barbie movie <3 everyone needs to see it once in their life (or death)

#thanks friend :)#bbc ghosts #six idiots #them there #ghost quartet #le-scenariste

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wendyeve24 · 11 months

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Up To Heaven and Down To Hell

Chapter 4: Slow Ride

(The only warnings for this chapter is smut and mentions of Nate Jacobs near the end of this chapter. I also included some authors notes at the very end. I hope you enjoy!)

Lexi and Fezco were looking forward to their honeymoon, though they certainly weren't looking forward to such a long flight. The flight from Kentucky to The Poconos was approximately 6 hours. It wasn't too bad, but Lexi wasn't too pleased... especially since she had never even been on a plane before.

"You alright, ma?" Fezco asked as he rubbed his wife's back as she utilized the barf bag the stewardess had given her.

"No... it's such a wonderful time for me to find out I get motion sickness in the air..." Lexi said shakily.

"I'm sorry Lex, is there anything I can do?"

"No. There's nothing you can do. It's official... I've found Hell and it turns out it's in the sky." Lexi said weakly before her stomach churned again as they hit turbulence.

"Aw baby. I guess we in Hell together then." Fez said, still trying his best to cheer her up.

"I don't know, have you been throwing your guts up for the past five hours? If not, you don't understand my pain." She whined before more bile spewed out of her mouth and into the bag.

"It's alright Lexi." He comforted as he patted her back.

"I think this is it. I'm gonna die on a plane from puking so much." Lexi said.

"You ain't gonna die, ma. We only got less than an hour left, after we get off the plane I'll get you whatever you need for your stomach and then we'll take a cab to Penn Hills, check in and then relax for the rest of the night."

"Really?"

"Yeah Lex. Of course. Have I ever lied to you?" Fezco asked.

"Yes."

"Huh? When?"

"Before our flight. You said that flights are fun and relaxing, but it's been the complete opposite for me."

"Well baby... everybody's different." Fez said with a shrug before chuckling.

"Ugh." Lexi groaned again before her head was once again in the barf bag a second later.

Less than an hour left? Ha! She felt like she was on the world's longest flight that just wouldn't end.

Eventually, they arrived that night to the snow covered Poconos. They got their luggage, Lexi took an Alka Seltzer at the airport, the couple hailed a cab and were soon headed to Penn Hills.

Lexi was feeling a bit better, though she was exhausted. She took a nap for a while in the cab before waking up and looking out of the window of the cab and admired the snowy scenery.

"It's really beautiful here." She said with a smile.

"Yeah it is. Glad I dressed warm, shit... or else my ass would be frozen with all this snow falling." Fez said, his black fur coat thickly wrapped around him.

"Yeah it is pretty cold here. I hope the room is nice and warm." Lexi said as she shivered a little bit in her yellow hip length trench coat.

"C'mere baby." Fez said as he wrapped his arms around her after seeing her shiver.

"Mmm Fez... you're so warm... like a... like a bear." She said before chuckling.

"I just want my wife to be warm. Tell you what, when we get to Boston after our honeymoon, imma buy you a fur coat, ma."

Lexi's eyes widened in shock. She had never had a fur before, only rich people wore them... but she was married to a rich man now, so she supposed it would be fine.

"A-Are you sure?" Lexi asked.

"Hell yeah. I want my baby to have some nice shit. You get whatever you want Lexi. Besides, winters in Boston get fucking cold... colder than how cold it is here. You lucky I ain't a New Yorker, cause their winters are even worse." Fez said.

"Oh, I didn't know that..."

"Yeah."

The Cab driver's radio started playing Born To Be Wild by Steppenwolf.

"So, Fez?"

"Yeah baby?"

"After I clean myself up a bit... I was wondering if you wanted to help warm me up?" She asked as she drew circles with her index finger onto his fur coat covered chest.

Fez grinned at her.

"Of course I do Lex, you gonna be begging me for some ice to cool you down afterwards, ma." He said before kissing her.

Lexi couldn't help but giggle into the kiss after she heard him speak.

Eventually the cab arrived at Penn Hills and after checking in at the front desk, Fezco and Lexi were walking with their suitcases to their cozy cabin suite.

"I wish it wasn't such a long way to walk, I'm freezing." Lexi said.

"I know ma, we're almost there." Fez replied.

Sure enough they were a few feet away from their cabin, and they quickly rushed over to it.

Fezco got out the key and unlocked the door, carrying the suitcases in and he also turned the lights on as Lexi stepped inside, closing the door behind her and locking it.

"Oh thank God! Look! There's a fireplace!" Lexi pointed out as she gazed at it.

"Yeah. Lemme get that going." Fezco grabbed a few matches from his pants pocket that he had mostly used to light his cigarettes, and he lit a match and threw it onto the logs that were already in the fireplace. He then stoked the burgeoning flames with a nearby fire poker before setting it down.

The room was already starting to warm up, just what Lexi had wanted. It felt really nice. It looked really nice too.

The couple explored the room a bit.

The closet was spacious, the bathroom was huge and even had a heart-shaped bathtub complete with a mirror above it and halfway surrounding it. The bed was circular and had pedestals that held up a mirror above it. The room's ambience was very romantic and it made Lexi grin.

"Oh Fez, this place is absolutely perfect." She said happily as she hugged him.

"I'm glad you like it baby. Now, what do you say we play some music, get undressed, take a relaxing bath and see where all that takes us?" He suggested.

"You're a mind reader Fezco O'Neill." Lexi said with a chuckle as she kissed his cheek.

Fez went over to the radio in the room and started turning the dial to get some music playing in the room while Lexi took her clothes off and went over to the tub that she was busy filling up with water and Avon Bubble Bath.

Fez took off his clothes as well and finally found a good radio station that was starting to play Ready For Love by Bad Company.

Fez helped Lexi into the bathtub and he himself got in as well. They held each other in their warm bubbly bathtub and Lexi sighed contentedly.

"I'm so happy." Lexi said as she gazed up at Fez.

"I'm glad, baby. There's so much more we're gonna do together on this trip." He replied as he started to scrub her back.

She sighed a contented sigh and after he was done cleaning her, she did the same for him.

"How about we get out now? We don't wanna get all pruned up." Lexi suggested as she looked at Fez.

"Of course, ma. Though you'd still be sexy even if you were all pruned up." Fez said.

Lexi giggled before Fez picked her up out of the tub suddenly, causing her laughter to increase as he chuckled.

They dried each other off and made their way to the circular bed, and laid down on it while talking to each other.

"That fight you got into at the luncheon..." Lexi started.

"I know Lex. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so wild and embarrass you, ma. But that motherfucker said some real unsavory shit about you and I had to kick his ass."

"I understand Fez. Thank you for defending me. And for the record you didn't embarrass me. You managed to show me how you defend someone that you... that you..." Lexi trailed off.

"Care about? Yeah. It's alright ma, you can say it. Cause it's true. I care about you Lexi."

Lexi was almost speechless before she spoke up as if on impulse.

"I care about you too Fez."

Fez smiled before kissing his wife.

Lexi kissed him back, but within her head she couldn't stop thinking about how hot Fez looked as he beat the crap out of Nate and Aaron. She then got an idea.

"Oh!" She cried out suddenly as she sat up.

"What? What is it ma? Did I hurt you?" Fez asked frantically as he also sat up.

"No Fez. I'm fine. But... I think my bracelet fell off in the lobby. I just noticed."

"Oh, want me to go and get it for you?" He asked.

"Can you?"

"Yeah sure, anything for you Lex. Lemme put my clothes back on and I'll go look for it in the lobby, it ain't far."

"Thank you Fez."

"You're welcome, and when I get back... we gon' finish what we were about to start baby. Imma need you to warm me up after I get out of the cold." He said with a smirk after he got up and started putting his boxers on, his pants, his shirt and sweater back on before stepping into his shoes and putting his fur coat back on.

"Oh I certainly will... hurry back baby." Lexi replied as she leaned in for a kiss, that Fez lovingly laid on her lips.

"Stay right there sexy, don't move an inch while I'm gone." Fez said with a smile before he left the room.

Lexi went over to the window, peeking through the pink curtains and watching her husband walk to the lobby, the snow crunching under his shoes as he walked away from their cabin.

Lexi knew she didn't lose a bracelet, she hadn't worn any bracelets that day. As her husband disappeared out of sight, she knew she had to work fast.

She went over to her suitcase and pulled out the blue gift bag that Rue had given her at the luncheon. She took the contents out of it and looked at herself in the nearby mirror that surrounded the heart-shaped tub.

"Alright... now, how do I put this on?" She wondered aloud as she held up the bra that would show her nipples and the crotchless panties.

After a bit of trial and error, she figured it out. Her nipples on display, out of the bra's cups. She had gently played with her own nipples curiously, which only made them perkier. Her pussy and bare lower lips were on display in between to scant pieces of white lacy fabric. It looked as if her pussy was playing peekaboo, and upon looking at herself in the mirror it made her blush and giggle. She turned around and looked at herself a bit more, even her asshole was on display, and that made her blush even more.

Lexi admired herself in the mirror and grinned before she spanked her own ass teasingly and hiding the gift bag back in her suitcase.

"Great job Rue and Maddy." She muttered to herself with a grin.

Her mind wandered to Fez, she knew he'd be back at any minute... but... the image in her mind of him using all of his strength to beat up the Jacobs Brothers at the luncheon... it flooded her mind.

Lexi sat on the circular bed and laid down before she started to touch herself. She groped her tits before licking her fingers and rubbing her clit and inserting her fingers into her pussy. She felt her own wetness as she threw her head back and moaned.

She couldn't help but pick up the pace a bit before moaning again.

"Fezco! Yes!" She cried out, full on fucking herself with her fingers, before tapping her own clit with her wet fingers, making herself shiver with arousal.

"Fuck..." She said, her whole being was taken over by arousal, lust and need for her big strong husband.

She then decided that she wanted him to bring her to orgasm... not that playing with herself wasn't fun... but it wasn't the same.

Lexi sat up and sucked her own fingers before getting up and turning the radio off and getting out a vinyl record that she wanted to play.

She put it on and cranked up the volume before looking out of the window from behind the curtains... Fez was a few feet away from the cabin door.

Lexi smiled and closed the curtains back before kneeling on the bed sensually as Crazy On You by Heart blasted throughout the room.

Fez unlocked the door and came in. He saw his wife on the bed and he almost stopped in his tracks.

"Welcome back Fez." Lexi greeted with a smile.

"Oh, so you a fuckin' minx now, is that it? I had a feeling that bracelet thing was bullshit... and turns out I was right, but you just needed me to get the fuck out because you wanted to dress up for me... shit... you look fuckin' amazing Lexi O'Neill." Fez said as he closed the door and locked it.

He immediately started to strip off his clothes.

"You know who really looked fucking amazing... no, really fucking sexy... you did... when you were kicking ass at the luncheon. I was so turned on seeing that... that I... I did something naughty while you were out."

Fez was now naked as he approached the bed.

"Oh? And what'd you do baby?"

"I touched myself. I thought of you and how strong and sexy you are and I touched myself."

Fez was almost breathless.

"Ooh baby... you more naughty than I thought you were." He said as he started to stroke his cock as he got closer to her.

"Yeah, and Fez?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm in charge tonight. So... I want you on your back... open your mouth. I saw how strong your arms and hands are... but I wanna see how strong your tongue is." Lexi said in a low and sensual voice.

Fezco only felt his cock twitch and get harder as he gazed at his wife, the music definitely matching her current wanton behavior... and he loved it.

"Your wish is my command, baby." He said obediently with a smile as he laid down on the bed on his back, his mouth open as Lexi crawled up to his face and took a seat, moaning as she felt his tongue lapping at her wet folds.

"Oh honey!" Lexi cried out as she slid herself against his tongue.

Fez ate as if he were a man eating his last meal and as if he were a man on a mission.

Lexi brought herself on and off of her husband's tongue as she threw her head back, moaning loudly.

Fezco kept at it until Lexi started to shiver with arousal before she finally came, her toes curling as she met her release.

"Fez!"

He took a few more licks before sliding out from underneath her pussy.

"Oh baby, that was so fuckin' hot. You real fearless Lex."

"Thank you Fez." She said breathlessly before he kissed her.

"No need to thank me baby... now, let's see how many times you can orgasm like that in one night." He said with a smirk as he got on top of her.

Before the night was over, Lexi's sexy underwear had been thrown somewhere across the room, the mirrors surrounding and above the bed had fogged up and Fez was sure that his wife could definitely be pregnant at this point... if not now then definitely after he made his last few thrusts of the night.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes! Oh Fez yes! Fill me up!" Lexi begged as she felt her billionth orgasm of that night happen to her.

Fez groaned loudly as he thrust himself deeply into Lexi, feeling his seed shoot out from his cock once again that night.

Lexi had her fingers between her legs, rubbing her clit as he took his last few thrusts and she had her last orgasm of the night and came hard as soon as she felt the tip of his cock hit her cervix.

"Ah! Shit! Lexi! Fuck!" Fez cried out as he felt himself finally go limp inside of her after he came. He stayed inside of her however as he caught his breath.

"Oh my god! Fez..." Lexi trailed off breathlessly as she laid there, her legs still spread but her knees up to her shoulders.

Fez turned them both over onto their side facing one another because he didn't want to pull out.

"That was absolutely-"

"Fucking amazing." Fez finished her sentence, and she didn't even mind at that point.

"Yeah. Uh why are you not pulling out of me yet?" She asked as she gazed at him in the dark. Their only light source at that particular part of the night was the still raging fireplace.

"I just came inside of you so damn much if I pull out now our whole cabin is gonna be flooded with cum. Besides, you still want a baby... don't you?" He asked as he brushed a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead.

Lexi giggled before crinkling her nose in disgust at the image of the entire cabin being flooded with her husband's cum. Upon hearing his question, she smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I do still want a baby. And honestly... you came inside of me so much I'm sure at least one of those times has gotten me pregnant already." Lexi said as she gently and lovingly placed her palm onto Fez's cheek.

He smiled at her lovingly and planted a kiss on her palm.

"If not, we still have oh... seven more days to make sure I'll be going home with you to Boston carrying your baby in me, Fezco."

"And if not, well... I ain't ever made no babies in Boston before, but if I don't knock you up here in the Poconos... well shit... there's a first time for everything, ma."

"We'll see baby, we'll see..." Lexi said before drifting off to sleep, sweaty and naked but content in her husband's arms.

Fez followed her to sleep immediately afterwards, the warm feeling of her against him and him still being buried inside of her along with the calming crackle of the fireplace, put him to sleep.

The next few days of their honeymoon... they hardly left their cabin... it was just too cold outside for either of them. They would leave their cabin on the fifth day of their honeymoon to do a few activities that Penn Hills had to offer during the day, like indoor roller skating...

"Oh come on Fez! It's easy, it's like walking but on skates!"

"I swear to God, if I fall and bust my ass with these things on my feet..."

"It's okay! Come on baby!" Lexi encouraged Fez as he clumsily skated towards her.

"That's it! You're doing great!"

"Lexi, I think imma fall!" Fez said with a freaked out look.

"No you're not gonna fall, you're doing great."

"Nah, I feel fucking lopsided. This don't feel right. I'm gonna go roll my ass back to those benches."

"Oh come on Fez! At least try to rollerskate? For me?" Lexi begged with a smile.

"Fine... I can never say no to my girl." He replied as he skated towards her.

"See you've got it! Now just pick up speed." She instructed.

"Shit... okay." He started picking up a bit of speed with his rollerblades before he slipped and fell back on his own ass.

"Fuck!"

Lexi couldn't help but laugh a bit before skating over to him and trying to help him up.

"Shit! My ass hurts and you're laughing!? Oh Hell nah, c'mere Lex." He said jokingly, taking faux offense to her laughter before he pulled her down with him.

"No! Fez no! Oh we were both doing so well but you just had to take me down with you!" She said between hard laughs as she now sat in his lap.

Fez couldn't help himself but laugh too. The situation was hilarious because now they'd have to crawl their way back to the benches... and that's exactly what they did.

"I can't believe I had to crawl back to the benches with you, Fez!"

"Yeah well, believe it because you made me try skating out in the first place." He teased.

"Alright alright, I guess I deserved that." Lexi replied as they both finally reached the benches and sat down, taking their skates off.

You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac played over the speakers of the rollerskating venue, the music was echoing quite a bit but it still managed to set a romantic mood.

Lexi leaned against him, staring out at the somewhat busy rollerskating venue.

"I don't think I've ever been this happy." She admitted to him.

Fez smiled at her before kissing her forehead.

"I'm so fucking glad to make you happy, ma. Shit, after seeing how your sister treats you and how your mom ain't really payin' you no attention, you really deserve someone in your life to make you happy... and I'm glad that I'm that person Lexi."

Lexi grinned at him, her eyes had a sad look in them.

"I... I don't know how to thank you Fez... I've always been that person in the background letting life go on as everyone focuses on Cassie, even I focused on her a lot. She's... difficult. And I was just... so tired, but you... you're giving me life again, you're... revitalizing me. And I love that and... I wanna do the exact same for you, I wanna be your solace because Fezco I-"

"I love you too Lexi."

Lexi was speechless yet again.

He loves her, and she loves him... she was absolutely floating right now.

"Fez, oh my god. I love you so much." Lexi replied as she smiled tearfully as she sniffled.

"Aw, ma... why're you cryin' huh?"

"These are happy tears." Lexi answered with a chuckle as Fez pulled her in for a hug before kissing her.

They stayed like that for a while, before coming up for air.

"Hey... you wanna get some lunch?" He asked.

"Yeah. Let's go." She replied with a nod as they picked up their shoes from the roller rink clerk, put them back on and went over to the dining room of the resort where the smell of burgers, hot dogs, sandwiches, deli meats, fish, shrimp, cheeses, soups, fries, and fresh ice cream sundaes wafted into the air and into their nostrils.

"So, are you still worried about your sister?" Fez asked as he got a tray for himself and Lexi and started to get a burger and fries.

"Of course I am. She's just the type that you worry about because she's just so-"

"Fragile?"

"No... stupid." Lexi answered as she got a fruit cup, a sandwich, a shrimp cocktail and a bowl of minestrone soup.

Fez couldn't help himself but laugh.

"Woah Lex. You callin' your big sister stupid?"

"Yeah, I am. Because it's true. She's not the brightest bulb in the pack, Fez. Not only that but she's very dramatic, as you yourself saw."

"Yeah. Are you... glad you're away from all of that or...?"

"Of course I'm glad I'm away from all of that. I've had to put up with her forever, and as the years passed she just got... worse. Honestly if I hadn't married you, I'd have probably runaway from home."

"Well baby, you're my wife now. Ain't no running away from home for you." He said reassuringly with a smile before she grinned at him.

"I know, and if you're home I'm not running away." She replied as they both sat down and dug into their lunch happily.

They had a quickie in their heart-shaped bathtub a few hours after arriving back into their room, and Fez had a surprise for Lexi.

He told her to wear something fancy, and she put on her best dress, it was a black dress with slightly puffy sleeves.

Before she left the bathroom she could hear music. She left the bathroom and found the room to be dark but lit by candlelight and the fireplace, rose petals on the floor, a table for two near the window, a bottle of champagne in the small ice bucket, two champagne glasses, two seats across from each other and menus sitting on the table.

Lexi gasped. It was so beautiful and so romantic.

Fez stood up, wearing a fresh suit with a grin on his face as Stand By Me by Ben E. King played on the record player in their cabin.

"We got only two more days, so I thought why not surprise my baby with a romantic dinner." He said with a grin and a shrug.

"Oh Fez. It's beautiful, I love it. Oh I love you." She said as she approached him and hugged him before kissing him.

After the kiss was broken, he pulled her chair out for her and she sat down, he sat across from her. He reached over and held her hand, looking into her eyes.

"You know, if we weren't already married I'd have proposed to you already... probably with a fancy dinner like this." He said.

"That's so sweet, and I definitely would have said yes."

"And I'd have passed out if you said yes." He joked.

It took a few moments but the champagne cork finally popped and they drank a bit before ordering their food over the rotary phone in their cabin after looking at the menu.

"Wanna dance?" Lexi asked.

"Aw Lex, you know I'm not a good dancer."

"Baby, it's just us here. No one else... literally."

"Alright." Fez stood up and took Lexi's hand. She stood up and they both danced together, he held her in his arms and they simply let the romantic sound of Stand By Me overtake them as they swayed along to the sound of the orchestra in the song.

For Lexi, this was like a dream... a dream she didn't know she had needed to live out until now.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. It was the resort waiter with their food.

"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill. I'm Sam and I'll be your waiter for this evening. I have your dinner orders on this here tray. I have the lobster thermidor with a cobb salad... and I have the garlic butter lamb chops with glazed carrots. And for dessert, courtesy of Penn Hills, our bakers made this decadent German Black Forest cake for you." The waiter said as he entered the room.

"Oh wow that sounds delicious. Thank you." Fez said before handing him a generous tip.

"Yes, thank you." Lexi said with a smile as the plates of food were laid out onto the table.

Sam chuckled before grinning nervously.

"Oh no, thank you." He said as he looked at the two hundred dollar bills he had been given as he left the room, closing the door behind him.

"He must not get tipped well, huh?" Lexi said.

"Yeah probably cause he's a weird dude. I ain't ever seen a weird grin like that before."

Lexi giggled before digging into her lobster thermidor as Fez dug into his lamb chops.

After dinner and dessert, Lexi and Fez couldn't keep their hands off of each other and ended up making love that night on into the morning until sleep overcame them for a brief moment before the rotary phone in their room rang.

"I got it ma, go back to sleep." Fez said before he picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Mr. O'Neill?"

"Yeah, who's calling?"

"It's BB from the front desk here in Penn Hills, we're connecting a long distance call from Hawaii from a Ms. Maddy Perez. Would you like to take the call? It'll cost $3.00."

"Yeah I'll take the call."

"Perfect, I'm patching you over now."

The phone rang on the other line and Fez gently shook Lexi awake.

"Lex, wake up."

"Huh? What is it Fez? And please don't wake me up for sex, I'm exhausted." Lexi whined.

"No baby, Maddy is calling from Hawaii. It's a long distance call."

Upon hearing that, Lexi sat up in bed with a surprised look on her face.

"What?"

Then the line connected.

"Hello? Are you guys there? I fucking hate long distance calls, this shit is gonna cost me three bucks." Maddy complained.

"Maddy, hey! Yeah we're here, we can hear you." Fez replied.

"Great, is Lexi there?"

"Yeah she right here. You wanna talk to her?"

"Hey Maddy!" Lexi said.

"Hey! Uh I wanted to talk to both of you guys if that's okay."

"Yeah Mad, go ahead." Lexi replied.

"Great! So, you know how we're all here in Hawaii to convince Cassie to get the fuck away from Nate? Well... he convinced her to end their honeymoon early so they can go to Cincinnati so he can get her settled into his huge swanky fucking mansion." Maddy said angrily.

"What!? W-Wait! Are you telling us that you, Ethan and Kat are there in Hawaii but Cassie and Nate left their own honeymoon early?" Lexi asked.

"That's exactly what I'm fucking saying. I tried to get through to her the second day she was here and she straight up ignored me! I don't know what kind of weird shit he pulled on her but she's completely shut everyone out! I tried my damn hardest with her, so did Ethan and so did Kat! Hell, even Rue and Jules called all the way from Kentucky to try to get your sister away from him and she still wouldn't listen! Then come to find out, I didn't see them at all the next few days, so y'know I thought okay they must be fucking in their hotel room, but I go to the hotel front desk to ask about the Jacobs reservation just last night... and you won't fucking believe what the front desk lady told me!"

"What'd she tell you?" Fez asked.

"That Cassie and Nate left the second night they were here!"

"What the fuck!?" Lexi yelled.

"They fucking left that night you were trying to help Cassie!? Why the fuck would they only have a two day honeymoon? What kinda sense does that make?" Fez asked in a bewildered tone.

"Control. He's fucking controlling her. They fucked off back to Cincinnati and he's probably got her dressed up like his very own sex doll in his mansion."

Lexi shook her head and got out of bed. This was all too much.

"I swear to God imma beat his smarmy ass to a pulp." Fez said.

"Fez... no. That's not needed in a situation like this... it'll only make her want to be with him further... actually, it might have caused her to end her own honeymoon with him early." Maddy said.

"Shit... you're right. He's such a goddamn weirdo!"

"Right? Well listen, I gotta go before this place charges me an arm and a leg for being on the phone long distance. Kat, Ethan and I are flying back today, check out time is in... shit! A few minutes! I gotta go, but I hope you both have a great rest of your honeymoon, and I'll see you both soon!" Maddy exclaimed.

"Alright, see you soon! Lex is in the bathroom but she'll see you all soon too!"

"Sounds good! Bye!" Maddy said before hanging up.

Fez hung up the phone and got out of bed, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Baby? You good in there?"

He then heard a retching noise and a few minutes later the door opened after the toilet flushed.

"You okay?"

"Yeah... I'm fine. That was all just... too much. That and... I think I might have a touch of food poisoning."

"Aw baby, want me to get you some Pepto-Bismol? Some Tums? Some ginger-ale? You got the bubble guts?" He asked concerned.

"No, I'll be fine... I think... Fezco... I think in order to calm my nerves... we might need to-"

"Go home? Visit your sister maybe? See how she's doing?"

"Yeah. But... I wanna go to Boston first. And get settled in with you. I'm sure that'll take my mind off of things." Lexi suggested.

Fezco nodded, he understood.

"Alright. I'll call the front desk and tell them that we're checking out a day early. Imma definitely recommend this place to people though, but for the summer... cause winters here are cold as shit." He said as he started calling the front desk as Lexi popped an Alka Seltzer with water to settle her stomach.

"You doing okay baby?" Fez asked.

"I'll do better once we're on land and not airborne." Lexi said weakly.

"Yeah I know, next time we'll drive. I promise." Fez said as he rubbed his wife's arm.

"We'd better." Lexi replied to her husband before throwing up in the barf bag again.

The pilot then spoke up on the intercom.

"Hello, this is your pilot speaking. We are currently ten minutes away from Boston folks, and we hope everyone has had a great flight so far... and we hope that the woman tossing her cookies in seat 23A will feel better once we land. Anyways, thank you for flying Pan-Am!"

Lexi groaned into the bag, wanting to hide as Fez rubbed her back comfortingly. She couldn't wait to get to Boston...

(A/N: Also a few interesting things about this chapter: - Penn Hills Resort in the Poconos was a real honeymoon resort that unfortunately got abandoned in the 2010s and has been subjected to vandalism, a murderer squatting there and a huge fire that unfortunately burned quite a few of the buildings belonging to the once popular resort. You can view pictures of the abandoned Penn Hills resort online, along with the history of Penn Hills and it's sad demise into the annals of history and you can see their old 70s and 80s commercials on YouTube as well. I highly recommend googling Penn Hills and reading up on it's history.

- Pan-Am the airlines that Fez and Lexi use in this chapter was extremely popular in the 70s but unfortunately went on the decline by the time the 80s came around and ended up shutting down a bit later on. Go Google Pan-Am Airways, they’re pretty iconic in retro America so I also highly recommend googling Pan-Am Airways and their history since this may not be the last time we see Pan-Am Airways showing up in this fic.

- To all my younger readers (I myself am a young writer in my 20s), no one not even myself will remember a time where you had to pay per hour on a long distance call on a rotary phone or a payphone, but it was the norm back in the 70s. In some places I read that it would cost at least $2.00 an hour or it could even cost 75 cents per hour. I saw an article where someone in the 70s complained about the price to call long distance and said they also "Needed money for gas." (Which I totally don't blame them!) Another fun fact, there was a gas shortage in the 70s, so go figure!

- And last but not least, this chapter was difficult to write simply because of the fact that there's not a lot of stuff about the fun things that went on during the heyday of Penn Hills when it was still in operation. Instead nowadays, you'll find a bunch of pictures of a sad and empty vandalized resort that hasn't seen customers for nearly a decade or more.)

#fexi fic #fexi #my fic #euphoria #fexi euphoria #fexi fanfic #uthdth #fexi hive #read the warnings

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trashywormeateroffics · 2 years

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3!

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 34: Friends want the best for the other.

Y/N was playing twister with Peter and Sam in the garden outside the compound when he saw her. Wanda was leaning on the edge of the roof, watching them with a thoughtful expression.

“Hey Peter, I'm gonna head inside. Birdy, take my spot.” He rolled his eyes but did as told as she entered the structure again.

“Hey,” she told her friend when she entered the roof.

“Hey,” she smiled softly at her.

“Are you okay?”

“I am.” Y/N looked at her with concern in her eyes. “Today would be my mother's birthday… my mama's.” The redhead corrected herself with a soft smile.

“Oh,” she bit her lip. “I'm sorry Wanda.” The other looked at her, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“There is nothing you have to be sorry for.”

“I am sorry that you are sad.”

“I am not sad,” she answered, pursing her lips.

“You are not?”

“No,” she sighed. “My mama told me when I was younger and sad because my grandfather had died that death meant that one had been alive, and that that was the most precious thing. She said we should celebrate someone's life after their death, not mourn it.” Y/N felt a knot on her stomach. Guilt.

“Oh, that's nice.” She said, trying to smile.

“I know you don't feel like celebrating your family's life now, but you will be able to one day.” She grabbed Y/N's hand and she in return squeezed it tightly.

“Maybe you can teach me…” Wanda smiled brightly at her.

“Of course, I would love to.”

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“So… baking.” Y/N said, narrowing her eyes. “Yeah, if you want to kill the whole team then this is a great idea.” Wanda laughed.

“Oh don't be dramatic, I will help you.” Y/N rubbed her hands together.

“Okay, let's do it.”

And that's how they found themselves covered in flour and dancing and singing to the Spice Girls in the kitchen.

The oven dinged.

“The vdolkys are ready!” Wanda exclaimed and Y/N “wooed”.

“Lets try them! Oh look! It's the first time I haven't burnt something Wanda!” She said happily as the redhead laughed.

They grabbed two plates and put one vdolky on each and then grabbed a plastic wrap so the others didn't go to waste.

“Okay,” Y/N said dramatically. “This is the moment we've been waiting for. We either discover a new world or-”

“We die.” Wanda said, playing along. The other one nodded.

“Yes.”

They were both barely containing their laughter as they were about to bite into the pastry. When they did, they both widened their eyes.

“Oh my god!” Wanda exclaimed. “Just like my mother's.”

“We discovered a new world!” Y/N said, her eyes rolling to the back of her head because of how good it was.

“We did, my loyal companion.” Both of them burst out laughing and stayed like that for a while, not able to speak due to the laughter, until Y/N sobered up.

“Wanda, thank you. Really. I love you.”

“I love you too.” She said and hugged her tightly. How lucky she felt to have her as a friend.

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“Okay, we want to try what you guys did!” Steve said, smiling.

Wanda and Y/N looked at each other and both got up from the dining table and headed to the fridge.

“Are you sure you are ready for your mind to be blown?” Y/N asked and everyone chuckled and shook their heads.

“I think we can manage.” Sam said.

“Whatever you say.” She told him. “Don't eat until everyone has one on their plate!” Everyone rolled their eyes playfully at her antiques but did as told.

“Okay,” Wanda said as they all had their pastries on their plates. “Try it.”

They all did and one by one, their eyes widened.

“Oh my god, this is delicious!” Bruce exclaimed.

“Good lord, I'm gonna tattoo this thing on my arm! What are they called again?” Sam asked.

“Vdolkys,” Wanda answered him. “It's a sokovian dessert.”

“Pietro, what do you think?” Clint asked him. The speedster just looked at him with an expression he had never portrayed in his face ever, before disappearing in a flash and leaving everyone confused.

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“Pietro, open up.” Wanda called out to him. When he didn't answer she sighed and used her magic to open the locked door. The blond sokovian rolled his eyes when he saw her. “Pietro-“

“No. Why did you do that? It was mama's thing.”

“I know, it still is. That's why I did it.” Her twin looked up. “Today is her birthday, as you know, and I wanted to celebrate her, like she told me I should do when our grandfather died.”

“There is nothing to celebrate. She is dead.” Wanda grabbed his hand.

“Not in our hearts.” Pietro quickly embraced her in a tight hug.

“I am sorry sister, it is hard.”

“Of course,” she responded.

They hugged for a while until Wanda laughed.

“What is so funny?”

“Mama always said you were the one who got easily angry…” Pietro smiled.

“Yeah, and you were the easy crier.” His twin laughed.

“That is true.” They smiled at each other and suddenly a knock was heard.

“Come in!” Wanda said. It was Y/N.

“Hey guys…” she began. “Pietro, I'm so sorry if I offended you. Wanda was teaching me how she celebrates someone's life instead of being sad for their death and I selfishly agreed without considering how you would feel about it and-”

“Y/N,” he interrupted her, “breathe.” She nodded.

“I'm sorry Pietro, it was not my intention to hurt you.” She finished.

“You did not hurt me, it is just something that makes me sad. Come,” he patted the seat in between him and his sister. She sat down. “Some of us are more like Wanda and we are able to celebrate it, and some of us are more like me, and we can't celebrate it just yet.”

“I think right now I'm more like you,” she told him and he smiled softly at her.

“Welcome to the club of the grieving ones,” he told her.

“Thank you I guess…” She smiled confusedly and both twins laughed. “I love you guys, I hate that you feel this but I'm glad that I can talk to you about it.”

“We are always here.” Wanda said and hugged her.

“I'm always here too.”

“Sandwich hug!” Pietro shouted and embraced them both in a bone-crushing hug. They both laughed. Grief was hard, but good friends made the worst circumstances seem tolerable.

~taglist~ @mischief2sarawr @midnights-ramblings @mealoncholy-hill @paetonnn

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Law and Order thoughts for tonight

as per usual, here we go. honestly tonight, I was NOT into the other shows but svu did me good!

Okay, here we go.

Already completely forgot what happened on OC last week thank god for that recap LOL.

A (potentially) evil woman in an all white power suit!? Yes please

Okay, if she doesn’t turn out to be the mastermind I’m gonna be a little disappointed because she’s got balls and power and knows what she’s doing and he’s a little dweeb man…

Boss ass bitch is a boss ass bitch. Why do I always end up rooting for the bad guys wife? What is this show doing to me? Lolololol

“I just lost a UC last year” uh… Ayanna… are you two for two?

Oh… okay… we *were* talking about Gina despite that being in s1? Okay. What happened to Nova? Is she still alive?

Also this guy showed up in jail, started stirring the pot and got shanked, what did he expect?

Yeah pearl’s the one in charge and I’m so here for it. (also she definitely pegs him and you cannot tell me otherwise)

Oh but he’s got dirt on her? Great. Fuck this shit

Big shock. I’ve already completely stopped paying attention. Is it svu time yet??

The guy playing Russo has been on svu multiple times as multiple characters lololol. Including as Kim’s pimp in s17…

New guy’s hot… I’ll give him that LOL (is he though? Or is it just because he’s been on screen with stabler all episode?)

My stream cut out… wtf…. Im doing this legally…. LOL

Okay, got it back but now the subtitles aren’t working… *sigh*

Onto the mothership!!

Bro. this first suspect was on svu already… lort (I THINK he was the perp in the ep where the perp’s dad was olivia’s old partner/the guy from ER lol)

WHY is this girl wandering around in her underwear?? Like is this not a full fledged apartment building?

I do love Kate. Like, her and Samantha are the best part of this show. Would love to get to see Kate more in action, or have her pop up on svu to work with benson. Bad ass superior women. We stand.

Mehcad has a bomb fucking suit. Lookin bomb sir.

“I stopped listening when you said I was right” LOL. That’s a mood. Also I dare you say that to Melinda warner.

SAM FINALLY IN THE CORTROOM SOLO?!?! THANK FUCK (I know it’s just arraignment, but still…)

Everybody got blue suits this ep… im here for it.

God. This jerry guy is pissing me off. Then again, I always take the lawyers side, like 90% of the time because THAT is how things get solved/people get punished and justice is had like, ffs, how hard is it to do your job properly??

There’s 15 mins left in this ep…. I don’t think we’re going to get to court… hopefully SVU takes us to court tonight?? Cause I NEED SOME COURT ROOM IN MY LIFE.

Oh okay, here we are… but like… still.. not enough. We need more courtroom pls.

Oh good fucking GOD. WHY. I HATE THIS GUY. I get it, you want to make things right after fucking up the car search but THIS IS NOT THE WAY. Uuggghhhh. Is it svu time yet?!

“we” found it!?! NO SIR YOU!!!! Found it. Ffs. I hate it here.

He gained points by kicking him out I will not lie.

OKAY FUCKING FINLALY SVU TIME.

Grace looks amazing with the high pony, already into this.

I’M SORRY NO FUCKING STRAIGHT WOMAN HOLDS A CUP OF COFFEE LIKE THAT. MUNCY IS BI AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

Omg all the wardrobe remarks are killing me. Does olivia not remember how she used to dress??

“do I look like the kind of girl who gets a pedicure?” I rest my case.

“oh yeah with which hand?” HAAA MUNCY GOING FOR THE KILLS HERE YESSS.

Yeah these two have major brother sister vibes PLEASE don’t force them together.

THAT BEING SAID… I do need the BOTH of them to *destroy* me and im not gonna complain if it’s at the same time…

Muncy really out here proving she’s fucking bomb

OHKAY GRACE PLEASE!! YOU ARE SITTING ON THAT DESK LIKE A FUCKING LESBIAN. I SWEAR TO GOD IF THEY TRY TO TELL ME SHE’S STRAIGHT!?? I WILL RIOOOOTTT

Imma have so fucking much to gif from this episode, jfc.

Okay they did a slightly better job of clearing this crime scene but its still not as good as Chicago.

YEEESSS WE STAN A SMOL KWEEN TAKING DOWN A GIANT PERP! FUCK!

Muncy’s getting sassed to wear a blazer meanwhile velasco’s wearing a dress shirt as a blazer… ffs

Jesus CHRIST amanda’s cheekbones…

Muncy back in a hoodie at the end of the episode lololol. Girl. You should’ve bought more than one blazer.

Olivia’s hair looks bomb!

Kelli… your side boob is showing…

Okay, that was a fucking good episode. I KNOW I was just complaining about the lack of court scenes, but this needed a full episode of just working the case/cases. And it gave us a little insight more into the new characters, gave us some personal lives, and the like. So… I’m here for it.

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order mothership #mothership #law and order organized crime #law and order spoilers #spoilers

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crying-fantasies · 2 years

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Though the chains of destiny may bind you...

After Eyes of Heaven events...

Synopsis: In a present that was different, different choices were made, and so a different future is ahead.

Warnings: Spoilers of Eyes of Heaven, Canon divergence, character's death, the so called "good ending" (If you find my tears it's because, for me, this is how it all ended in the real show, I will die on this hill).

You still couldn't believe him, you were so angered by his foolishness.

"Please, stop doing that face, he promised upon everything that he would never try to harm someone and-" Jonathan shut his mouth at your cold stare.

"And you believed him?"

"Well, using the reaming parts of the stone mask we can control him to some degree"

"And you made him promise upon that to 'only feed from bad people, don't harm the innocent and live a happy life'" okay, saying his same words made your head ache on a totally different level, "he is a lawyer for god's sake, he will find a gap in that and use it to his advantage" Jonathan gasped by your harsh words, "you could have just told him to kill himself-"

"Don't Say such a thing!"

"..." Oh, maybe it was the first time that JoJo raised his voice against you in that way, and to defend Dio to make worse, normally he would just shout out loud if you were doing something dangerous or following him into some of his adventures that, surprise, were dangerous.

"I'm so sorry, I swear, I didn't wanted to-"

"JoJo, it's okay" you put your palm on his cheek and he received the gesture with a smile, in reality you wanted to slap him in the face, make him see that he was giving Dio a big opportunity that he didn't deserve, but this was Jonathan, your JoJo, for him everyone deserved a second chance.

Or in case of Dio, a limitless quantity of opportunity.

"Changing the topic, when is the day?" He didn't catch your idea, looking at you with like a lost puppy, making you chuckle, "you know?" You pointed your fourth finger, a bulb finally ignited on top of his head

"Oh, we still need to talk about it, but I want it to be as soon as possible" he was red, fidgeting like a teenager.

"Take it easy, planning a wedding isn't a joke, Erina is not planning to run away"

"What about you?" Jonathan was now with a tender tone on his voice, looking at you in the same way, "that guy, he is nice person"

Of course your fiance was, even when he was such a shy person he also got himself involved in all this shit, he was able to save Mister Zeppelin and cure Jonathan's wounds in a way that no one could understand.

You swear that Mister Zeppelin was about to die, but your fiance touched him, shouted some kind of word in repeat and he was good as new in a few seconds.

"I still don't understand"

"Me neither, but hey, my future husband is some kind of miracle doctor" your words expressed how proud you felt, your eyes with a lovely sparkle that Jonathan found difficult to ignore when you talked about your fiance.

And of course, Jonathan beat you and he got married first, you a guest of honor, Speedwagon catched the bouquet but he quickly throw it to you, his face red.

"Remember to bring as many souvenirs as possible" Jonathan was soon to enter the boat to his honeymoon, "and I swear that if this shit does something funny I will burn him on the spot" of course, because JoJo wasn't going to be around someone needed to watch over that Dio was out of any trouble, said blond man next to you with a black parasol.

"Try me, you foul mouth" of course, Dio also loved the fact that you needed to watch after him.

"Please, both of you"

"Right, JoJo, remember to eat a lot of iron, your Joestar's blood will help me recuperate faster" the audacity!

"Yeah Dio, don't worry"

"I swear to God, Dio...!" You were so sure that you would age faster thanks to your innocent golden heart boy Jonathan and his leech of a brother.

Where was Speedwagon to help you? no wait, he would only encourage Jonathan on this.

Jonathan returned just in time to your wedding, he almost took your father's place before getting you to the aisle and he wouldn't have noticed it if you didn't have mentioned, "I'm so sorry, sir!" He apologized to your father who only laughed.

JoJo was your husband's best man, and also his friend in a short amount of time, maybe the fact that both were so bizarre helped.

George the second was born a few years before your son, but they were best friends, Erina started a new family tradition, "look here darling, George, Edgar!" She was so invested in having the kids stay still as long as possible so the painter could do a good image of the two, you helped with a Teddy bear on your hands.

It was cute, and the result put Jonathan at the verge of tears.

Dio for the other part, "I'm going to start my own company"

"I'm so happy for you, Dio!" Jonathan had George on his lap, Dio looked disgusted at the baby.

"What are you planning, you blond bitch?" Your own son on your lap, with the same intense eyes looking at the vampire.

"Oh, nothing that you could understand, you brute gun lover"

"Ah? Try me you little-"

"No! Not in front of the kids!" Jonathan, as fast as the light, had both kids on his chest and gave the back to you to prevent them of hearing your dirty mouth.

Golden heart boy Jonathan, who cared for the kids, and also cared for his grandson and your's.

"I swear, Joseph is like you when we were kids" he suffered a lot to put the kid to sleep for his afternoon nap, George and his wife on a date after so long and Erina on the school where she teaches "how come that yours was already fast asleep?.

"Ah no, don't try to put that on my plate, Joseph is a lot like you, always ahead to some kind of danger" you were cooking some cookies to appease the little monster that was the little JoJo, "and Second is a sickly child, only needs a breeze to catch a cold and a high fever"

"Really, you should stop calling your grandkid 'Second'"

"But it came after me and we both share the same name, so 'Second' is perfect" Jonathan remained silent after that, you took a quick glance at him, he still looked like he was in his late 20's, "sometimes I wish to learn that Hamon thing, just look at you, you look so young and Mister Zeppelin is still alive and kicking.

"Sorry, but no, it was too dangerous and it still is, but you learned the basic breath from me, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but I don't feel the magic"

"It's not magic" you looked at him, your glasses almost falling from your nose, "well, I'm sure?"

All of you continued to age, but for Jonathan it was so slow, "I'm almost at my death bed and you only look like you are on your 40's"

"To be honest I feel way more older, Joseph got himself in trouble again, George is on a mission and Elizabeth-"

"She likes to be called Lisa Lisa, JoJo"

"And Lisa Lisa is still on Air Supplena training new kids, I don't want Erina to be angry again, her blood pressure was way too high in her last exam and now Joseph was almost arrested back in America, why did they move to America?" Oh my, Jonathan was again at it, being a mother hen that was still lightly hurt that his son decided to move to America with his beloved Grandson.

You were certain that your Grandkid, Second, would at least get Joseph out of the death ends, but that kid even having your blood and a temperament as hard as steel was just too attached to the rules.

Why did they ended up being so different one of the other but also ended sharing the same brain cell to do so many stupid things?

Jonathan decided that it was better for Joseph to have some discipline and adding your grandkid to the equation, "Hamon is going to put him in the right path and Second is a good child, when they are free they can do tourism in Italy" he was so sure that his plan was gonna be successful, but you and Erina shared a look, Jonathan still thought, after so many problems and disasters, that put Jonathan and Second in the same place was a good idea.

It wasn't, those two ended involved in a bizarre adventure just like the two of you back in the day that almost got them killed, but resulted in the destruction of a sacred Hamon reliquary, the peace between humanity and a strange stone people or something, Joseph beaten like meat for hamburgers and Second expecting a kid.

"And you said that it was going to be a good idea" you laughed out loud, Jonathan had his face on his hands while sitting on a corner, totally devastatedby the news.

Both of you thought that the child that Second was expecting was Joseph's, in reality you kind of expected such a thing to happen, "It wasn't the time that I wanted it to happen but at least he finally noticed that Second is a good child" Erina and you were drinking tea in the garden, totally happy that your grandkids finally noticed the feelings that they were carrying since kids, such a big surprise was for everyone when you learned the true, Joseph was married to an Italian lady and lost a hand while Second was indeed pregnant and had an Italian Casanova boyfriend with the largest criminal record that you've ever seen and that was Lisa Lisa's student, the young looking woman was utterly embarrassed.

"I swear that I was going to tell you all"

"Hey Grandpa, now I'm a Hamon warrior too! I even have my own technics now, just like you, can I have your sword now?"

"I don't care about that, you almost died!"

"Mister Joestar, I got metal pillars out of the earth! It was like magic!"

"Second, what about your future?! What were you thinking when you got in so much danger?! You are so young!"

Jonathan cried in the corner asking himself where did he go wrong, both kids doing the do before marriage and returning home half death, or even worse.

"Joseph Joestar, how could you marry without any member of your family?!"

At the end of the day both Italian kids were good, Dio got a wind of what was happening in the household and contacted Jonathan to make fun of him.

"Suzi is such a kind person" now that everything calmed down Jonathan was drinking tea with you again, now he was expecting his first great grandchild, he had yours on his lap, the baby doing little noises now and then, gaining smiles from the big man "I'm sure that with her at his side, Joseph will be more responsable"

"As if" you still couldn't believe the results of Hamon, now your friend only looked like he was still on his 60's, how unfair.

When Holy was born all the Joestar's household was throw out of the window, she was the first baby girl after decades in the family record, Jonathan was elated and at the first chance that he got he tried to spoil her rotten and put her in little pink dresses.

"The girl isn't a doll, JoJo"

"But look how cute she is"

JoJo was always so happy, so centered in his family, in the joy that they brought to him, so it was an understatement when he lost his bright nature when Erina, his beloved wife, passed away, not even a decade after his best friend, Speedwagon, also was gone.

"I know it's part of life, and I accepted it" he took a seat next to your bed, your body didn't have the strength to move around like before, being prey for all the reckless things you did in your youthful days, "still, is so hard to go on, knowing that I'm going to outlive all of you"

"It's okay, no one is saying that is something bad"

"I miss them so much" his features didn't match with his actual age, almost 100 years old and still looking like a man in his 80's, "I will miss you too"

"Don't worry JoJo" your words took him back at his childhood memories, to the you that had scrapped knees and a fallen tooth, the you that would look for him when he tried to be away of his house, but then he was taken to the you that was a old person, your gray hair in the pillow and your skinny hands touching his, he felt your ring, the one that you carried with pride even after becoming a widow "at the end of the day, everything is going to be alright" you pressed his hand between yours, Jonathan started to cry.

When you were gone, Jonathan was a little lost, there wasn't anyone else, no one that lived by his side to remember his adventure, but then again his family gave him route to see a clear path again.

A clear path full of love that finally lead him again to all of you, just like before, when you would go and take his hand to bring him home.

#spotify #reader insert #angst #joestar family #jonathan joestar #eyes of heaven #jjba pt 1 #jjba fanfic

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sunnyie-eve · 10 months

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Devastated || 11. Motive

Paring: (Christopher "Sully" Sullivan x Original Female Character Mance!)

Word Count: 2189

Warnings: slight language

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"It's just-," Henry starts so Sully cuts in.

"Dude, can't we stop please? Right now we're looking for Trish. So why don't we just head to the sheriff's station? Trish could have went there looking for Danny."

"Danny's dead." Henry lets him know.

"You don't know that."

"So it Trish." He makes Sully turn to look at him, "I killed her."

"Hey, shut up, man. Seriously, just shut up."

"I killed my brother too. At the marina. I'm the rain. Remember? Abby almost caught me." Henry tells him the truth as Sully gets scared.

"Okay, what are you doing, Henry? I don't..."

"Coming clean. It's time to start a new life. You're my friend. You deserve to know before I... Well it's not like I killed then all. My dad did a lot." Henry walks towards him as Sully walks backwards.

"Your dad is dead. I went to his funeral."

"Oh, no, man, not that guy. Not that liar. My real dad. John Wakefield. He's the only person who's told me the truth." Henry keeps stepping forward.

"No. Y-y-you've been my best friend since junior high."

"Yeah." Henry takes out his knife.

"Oh, come on. Henry don't." Sully tells him gets scared more. "Don't make me shoot you." Sully raises his gun.

"I decapitated Reverend Fain. I harpooned Richard Allen. I even stabbed Katherine in the Candlewick while everyone was running around looking for Madison. Pretty exciting stuff."

"Do you want me to kill you?" Sully asks, causing Henry to chuckle.

"Hey, here's something funny. Do you remember that money we found? It was Uncle Marty's. He wanted to invest in Malcolm's brewery, be the big hero, save the day. I wanted Malcolm to find the cash see what would happen. He made good beer, didn't he?"

"You son of a bitch." Sully goes to shoot but nothing happens so Henry shows the shells he took out of it.

"Sorry. But it's gotta happen."

"So you're going to kill Jennifer when you get the chance?" Sully asks him.

"Of course not, no. That was never the plan. Just like how you're not supposed to get her either." Henry lets him know as Wakefield walks up.

At that moment, Jennifer finally sees Henry and Sully then Wakefield walking up to them. She runs from the side, full speed, basically tackling Henry as he stabs Sully. As Henry was on the ground, Wakefield tries to finish Sully, but Jennifer grabs Sully's hand running, only to tumble down a small hill then a larger one with a slight drop off.

Henry looks in the distance they went, "They won't get far. We can come back to them after the other two. Now, time to ring the bell." Wakefield makes his gun go off into the sky.

Meanwhile, Sully and Jennifer lay on the ground groaning in pain, "Sully!" She crawls over it him as he groans in serious pain. Jennifer sees blood and starts to cry, "We need to stitch you up to stop the bleeding. He just got a stab in. We can still do something about it." She panics.

"I think my arm is broken." He groans.

"Come on. We gotta get going." She helped him up but his ankle was sprained. "Sully, push through, please. I can't let you die now." She puts his good arm around her and they slowly walk away.

While they make their way out of the woods, Abby and Jimmy run into Henry. "Where's Sully and the others?" Abby asks him.

"I haven't seen them. I've been looking for Trish." Henry says, not realizing he messed up.

Abby tells Henry about Trish, and they discover her body is missing when they return to show him. Henry suggests that Trish could still be alive, and they must continue the search. Jimmy informs Henry, Trish is really dead, and Henry blows up. Henry runs into the woods looking for Trish, and Abby and Jimmy follow.

"I think we're getting closer." Jennifer tells Sully, still holding up his weight.

"We should go to the marina." He tells her, out of breath.

"You won't make it there if I don't take care of you." She tells him.

"Just leave me so you can get out of here. He wants you, Jen." Sully tells he.

"I don't care right now because I'm not leaving your side. Especially now." She huffs.

"I can't believe it's Henry... How did you know?"

"I had a bad feeling about him for the last few hours. Then he said something Wakefield said word for word as you guys left. Then after some thinking it hit me." She explains to him, Also, you owe me an apology for thinking it was Jimmy." She gives him a weak smile.

"I'm sorry." He groans in pain with a smile.

Soon they hear the helicopter and look up, looking for it as they keep walking. At that moment, Abby runs outside from the church to signal for help while Wakefield yells to Henry that Abby is getting away, and Jimmy catches on.

Abby searches for the helicopter outside as Jimmy lights a flare and shoves it into Wakefield's stomach before tossing it into a curtain and running.

Wakefield instructs Henry to finish, and he is seen firing a shot toward Jimmy. Abby runs through the woods searching for the helicopter, and Henry runs after her.

He meets up with Abby, informing her that Jimmy didn't make it. Henry asks where to meet the coast guard as Abby begins to realize that Henry has been lying, and Henry pulls out his pocket knife.

Wakefield appears behind Abby as Henry shows her the knife. Henry pushes her out of the way and stabs Wakefield.

"Henry..." Wakefield says his name, so Abby runs as she realizes Henry is Wakefield's child. Henry grabs her and pulls her backward, knocking her unconscious on the ground.

After taking Abby to the house and locking her in the room, he goes to look for Sully and Jennifer. It didn't take him long to find them since he knew where Jennifer would want to take Sully.

"Jenny," Henry says her name making them turn to face him.

"Stay away." She tells him.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He walked closer to them, and Jennifer was basically holding all of Sully's weight up now since he was doing really bad at the moment.

"Henry, please." She begs him.

"Wakefield is dead. I killed him." He walks closer, and as she tries to back away, Sully falls to the ground causing her to bend down to him.

"Sully, come on. Stay awake." She cries. "Henry, please. Just let me take care of him. I'll do whatever you want but please. For me." She turns to him, looking up at him sobbing.

He didn't want to, but he agreed, taking them to where he took Abby. Sully was unconscious but was still alive, so Jennifer was happy he still had a heartbeat. She stitched up his stab wound, wrapping his ankle and arm best as she could before Henry dragged him out, tying him up where he had Jimmy.

"What did you do with him?!" She shouts as Henry comes back inside.

"He's fine. I didn't hurt him." He grabs her shoulders.

"Don't touch me!" She screams at him moving away. "Why? Why do all of this?" She cries.

"It's okay, calm down. I'll explain everything once you go clean up, please. I promise. You're safe, Jen." He tells her, so she listens, only wanting to get her surroundings and will play along till she can make a move.

When she was changed, she goes back downstairs to Henry, "Start explaining." She holds herself.

"It was all part of the plan. The three of us. You, Abby, and I. When we were kids how we hated that I had to leave the island. Remember how you and Abby said you both wish I could live here forever with you two. Just the three of us? Now we can." He smiles, and Jennifer thinks he was out of his fucking mind.

"You killed everyone for this?"

"Not everyone. I just killed Ben, Fain, Thomas, Richard, Malcolm, JD, Katherine, Trish, and Dad." He walks towards her, and she stays still.

"You killed your own brother?"

"He had to go for this, and he wasn't my real brother. I despised my parents for never telling me I was adopted, and I hated Sarah for throwing me away. At least your mother kept you, Jenny." He explains to her.

"How did you meet him?"

"I met him the day of the rampage. I didn't know he was my father then. But when I looked at him, there was a connection. I was inspired by him. Then about a year after the rampage, he tracked me down. He told me I was his son, that he's been searching his whole life for me. And trying to figure out how to see you and tell you the truth that you were his daughter. He taught me how to kill, and we had a plan. He wanted to get his daughter and get back at Abby. But I had other plans, of course." He rubs her shoulders as she listens to him.

"You betrayed your dad?" She keeps eye contact with him.

"Our dad, yes. Because I love you and Abby more." He makes her finally move away out of his touch.

"No, no, you don't. If you did, you wouldn't have put us through this." She walks backwards as he walks forward. "Where's Jimmy? Where did you take Sully?" She raises her voice.

"Jimmy and Sully are together, but I can't keep him here for too long. He has to go, Jen. You know that. It's only supposed to be us three."

"What are you going to do to Jimmy?" She asks, scared.

"I've kept Jimmy alive to set him up as Wakefield's accomplice." He says so she tries to think of how she can save Sully for some time, "The police believe we're all dead, thanks to blood samples I planted at the church."

"You're going to kill Sully?" She says, so he nods his head.

"I'm sick of him always asking throughout the years for me to help him get you. Do you think I like hearing him want you when it's my plan to have you here? He doesn't deserve you, yet here you are, caring for him and kissing him now? What happened to never going to happen?" He gets loud with her.

"As I told Danny, shit happens! And I told you, I have always had a thing for him."

"YOU ARN'T SUPPOST TO! Not him. You are smarter than that, Jen. And I'm going to make sure he stays out of the picture." He slightly snaps at her.

"You don't have to kill him! At least not yet...." A lightbulb goes off, "Wakefield can have two accomplices... Sully could have given them details about where Thomas would stand and helped them get around the hotel by distracting the others. And Sully can say that he only helped Shea and Madison get away because he would feel bad if a child died... He was their provider for information while they did the killings." She tells him, "He'll agree to do it for me. I promise. And Jimmy will too. If he knows Abby and I are okay."

Henry thinks it over before agreeing, "You're so smart, aren't you." He kisses her forehead, making her scream on the inside.

"Can I see them?" She turns to ask him as he walks into the kitchen. "Please, Henry. Just let Jimmy see me." She walks over to him.

"Fine." He grabs her wrist, taking her to where they were tied up.

She goes to Jimmy first, wrapping her arms around him and crying, "I promise I'm trying to figure something out." She whispers in his ear, "You're my only brother." She says before seeing Sully watching her, so she rushes over to him. "How are you feeling?" She cups his face so he moves his head from side to side.

Sully looks over at Henry, watching them closely, "Few more seconds, Jen." He tells her, so she pulls Sully's gag down so he leans forward to kiss her.

"I love you." He tells her, so Henry walks over pulling Jennifer up roughly, dragging her out and back to the house.

"Let go of me!" She fights him.

"He doesn't really love you." Henry says through his teeth, shoving her into a room and locking her in. "I'll let you out when you realize he doesn't love you like I love you." He walks away to see Abby walked downstairs.

While he tried to talk to her, Jennifer tried to get the window open, but of course, it wouldn't budge. She could hear Abby up so she banged on the door for her, but she never came because she ran back upstairs. Jennifer hears everything going on, so she gives up on trying to get out sitting on the floor in a corner.

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musingartblog · 11 months

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The death deal (bad sans au self insert)

this was suppose to be a comic but im too lazy rn

tw death talk,suggestive humor

The sun was the most welcoming vison for the human.

Skies glowed it’s shade of orange as the sun slowly set onto the horizon.Being stuck inside the castle doing chores and odd jobs almost made V forget that there was a whole multiverse right outside the place.They simply sat on the grassy hill,feeling the warmth seep into their skin,when was the last time they felt this sort of peace? That was simply a question they weren’t sure of,this sense of calmness scared them deeply.

Softly shifting of grass alerts the human,turning their attention to the glitchy skeleton that was walking up behind them,their posture tensed as their eye met his.Strings tangled under his grip,softly swaying against the wind,the only noise between the two.

“wondered where you went off to” he finally spoke up,arms cross against his chest,”thought you’d tried to escape this hellhole”

“like I have anywhere to go” they dryly spoke,though they turn their head away back into the sky,”sorry,I just wanted to get some time out here”

Error moves next to the other,”hm,I don’t certainly blame you,if I had to look at purple all day everyday I’d lose my mind too”

This does get a soft chuckle from V,”better than beings stuck in a tiny house,seeing the same half painted walls”

Things go quiet for a bit,Error eyes the human and ponders,the only thing he knows about V is that they were working with the star sanses and then quit,allowing Nightmare to kidnap them and use them for information against the other team.That’s something he doesn’t really think too hard about but it’s rather the rest of time they’ve spent in the castle.

There was no need to torture them for information,threaten them or anything,they simply spilled whatever information they knew---and they knew a lot,perhaps things he wish he didn’t know.

This carelessness,this dissociation from one’s self,the emptiness in one’s eyes screamed something familiar,something that shakes the monster to his soul,it was strangely frightening to see such a thing in a human.Just an average human,not a Frisk,not a Chara,just some random human they found and took out of their AU.

He frankly doesn’t understand what Ink sees in this human.

“are we heading off soon?” They asked.

“yeah yeah” His voice drifts off,”I’ve just got one thing on my mind”

“why are you here?”

This naturally confuses them,”because Nightmare took me..?”

“no,I mean why are you alive?” He states more firmly,looking down at them,”I see it in your eye,death has consumed your soul”

Not much of a reaction comes from the human,quiet as a mouse to put it simply,the setting sun brightens their skin but their eyes speak of the dead,”read me like a book,I’ve never wanted death more than I do now”

“Then what’s stopping you?” He prods,”scared of the inevitable darkness?”

They pluck out some of the grass beneath them,”no,not really,I don’t think, suicide doesn’t see like a great way to go out”

“so..you’re waiting for someone to kill you?” he raises a brow at that thought.

“I guess,I kinda thought that’s what Nightmare was going to do” V explains,twirling the grass blades under their fingertips,”I do really want to die but I rather go out in a grand way”

Curious by the human’s thoughts,he moves to sit down next to them,seeing their eyes widen with surprise,the first real expression he’s seen from their green eye.

“my interest is peaked” Error repiles.

“well,dying in a explosion seems pretty generic,uh I’ve never really thought too much to it” They tap their chin and brushed their hair away to reveal the new eyepatch,black with a purple moon symbol,”maybe…maybe I dunno get a handjob from Reaper?”

Error looks at them flatly,”I’m sorry what?”

“I don’t know!” they quickly tried to backtrack,curling up on themselves,their expressions becoming more wilder,”it’s—it’s just something I guess?”

The glitch shakes his head,”that’s…certainly a way to go,good luck trying to attempt that,Reaper is quite finicky on who lives and who dies”

Error sighs as he uses his hand to support his chin, seemly irritated bringing up the deathly skeleton.V looks over the form of the glitch,slight eyebrow raised,they open their mouth but slowly closed it in a attempt of uncertainly, hesitating before saying.

“did you want to die to Error?”

He doesn’t move but there was a notable shift in his eyes,”yeah but it doesn’t work,I’ve tried”

“you’ve tried?”

“pretty much,I’m pretty much like a cockroach,too stubborn to die” He waves it much off.

Though he pauses,”then again,haven’t really dealt with crazy explosion”

V hands fidgeted,”..perharps…there might be something that can be done”

“what are you going on about?”

“think about it” they spoke up,”you want to die but are too strong to,I want to die but in a grand way,we should die together”

“die together?” he seems completely taken aback considering what he knows of this human,”seems like your scared to die alone”

“maybe but it is a idea isn’t it?” they asked,their eyes strangely lit up while explaining it.

Even though he’s barely known this human,this idea was sort of appealing to him,dying in a grand way which certainly will kill him,how could he turn down such an offer? Besides the human that was sitting next to him,the orange lightening shining down on them,making them strangely angelic,an angel of death so to speak.

“heh it’s quite the idea kid,I’m certainly for it” he spoke to the human.

V’s eye lit up once more,”so i-it’s like a promise?”

“I don’t do promises” he remarks,”but I do deal,so how about it? Neither of us try to die unless we’re together”

“deal!” They exclaim,holding out their hand to shake,followed by a long awkwardness as V realized and quickly retracts their hand,”s-sorry right,my bad”

After that long and strange grim conversation,Error forced himself to stand up, stretching out his back,feeling his spine pop,”well it was a nice chat,let’s head back before Nightmare tracks us down and strangles us both”

“right” V shoots up from their spot,”Nightmare said I was suppose to help this Horror person with dinner”

“may god have mercy on your soul” he remarked as he opened a portal.

And so the deal was made,a deal that would set these two on quiet the adventure of a life time.

#self insert #error sans #bad sans au #fanfic #tw ask to tag #muse's art

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