#you know when you kind of wish there's something wrong

[shelbygun]

happy birthday, baby

pairing: thomas shelby x fem!reader

summary: thomas always wanted you, and he will claim you on your birthday.

warnings: big ? age gap (reader is 17 and tommy in his late twenties, srry i love age gap), p in v, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, pet names

a/n: the last fic was short and a little miserable so here I bring you one from tommy (because I love him) a little longer <3 I hope you enjoy it, sorry for the spelling mistakes, english is not my first language!

Thomas always wanted you, ever since you were a cute and naive girl. Since you walked through the town in your flowered dress, which gently rose up every time you ran or played. Or since when you visited his house, looking for his sister Ada to play or do homework. 

He watched you as you talked about boys with Ada, wishing you would stop naming other stupid boys and just think about him. Oh, he hated it so much when he heard you talk about others and not him. 

Although you didn't know it, you were his. Only his. And in that way he took the trouble to scare away any boy who wanted to get close to you, because you were his. In case he didn't notice and saw a boy with you, even a classmate of yours, talking to you or just being close to you, he would send the one of the Peaky Blinders to scare him and threaten him that he shouldn't approach you. 

For your part, you didn't understand why the boys didn't approach you, or sometimes they looked at you with fear. You were a good girl to everyone, you never did anything wrong against anyone, and it seemed strange to you that everyone didn't seem to have the guts to approach you. 

One day you talked about this with Ada, she told you that they might find you a very pretty girl and were afraid that you would reject them. But you didn't buy that opinion, and you were left with doubt. 

Thomas listened to that conversation, and was proud to see that no one approached his girl. 

At the same time, you were hiding a little secret that no one knew, not even Ada. You were in love with his brother, with Thomas. And who doesn't? He was a sexy man, all the women died for him, and you felt lucky when he spoke to you or sat next to you at lunch those days when you stayed at the Shelby's house.

But you thought there was no chance of him hanging out with you, since you always saw him with other women, fucking any prostitute. You felt jealous, and a little sad too. 

But Thomas only had encounters with women because he had to satisfy his needs while you were out of his reach. Even if he was fucking other women, he would always think about you, about how your body would look below his, how your hips would collide while his cock was thrust into your little virgin cunt again and again. He would also masturbate, thinking that the hands that wrapped around his big size were yours, or imagining your pretty little mouth being violated while you took it all in. He was a little fanciful sometimes. 

He promised to wait for you, he fucking promised, but he just couldn't hold back any longer. He had to have you and claim you as his, brand you with the name Thomas Shelby. So now his promise was to wait until your next birthday, when you would turn 17. 

He knew that you were a virgin, -since there was a reason he chased men away from you-, so he wanted that night to be pleasant. He would give you your birthday gift, one that you would really enjoy.

One day before your birthday, he noticed that Ada was baking a cake for you. "She will be with us tonight for her birthday." That was what she said when he asked her about the cake, although he knew well the reason for that dessert. 

After that, he went around the city looking for a nice gift for you. Nothing expensive or luxurious, since he knew you didn't like those things. Something simple and kind-hearted would catch your attention and would be enough to pamper you. 

He bought you a cute and delicate necklace, along with a bouquet of flowers. He was feeling like a man completely lost for you, for your innocence, innocence that he wishes to corrupt. 

He kept your gift in his office for the time being, as he still had work to do regarding the business. The whole time he was sitting at his desk, analyzing documents and signing unimportant papers, he was thinking about how you would look tonight, how your moans will sound, how pretty you will look underneath him, begging for more, for his cock. He was already getting hard just imagining your face of pure pleasure and excitement when you reached your first orgasm, caused only by him.

Hours later, after finishing all his paperwork and being completely free of work, he headed home, where you would be too. When he walked through the front door, he could hear your soft giggles mixed with the delicious aroma of the food you were cooking with Ada and Polly. 

He disassembled, standing a little close to the kitchen, in the perfect position to see you. You were wearing a beautiful white dress, a symbol of your innocence and purity, the characteristics of your personality that drove him crazy. You looked beautiful with your hair down and long, since you never liked short haircuts. 

None of the three of you saw him, nor did they see the bouquet of flowers or the necklace box that were dedicated to you. It was a little secret. 

He walked up the stairs, entering his room and closing the door behind him. He sighed tiredly, dropping your gift on his bed. It was too much for him to see you in that tight little dress and not be able to grab you, touch you, eat you with kisses. 

He was in his room, imagining the possible scenarios for tonight. He thought about masturbating while, but it was highly inappropriate since you were here. He is a respectful man, only to a point.

A knock on his door interrupted him, standing up from his desk, his cigarette in the side of his mouth. He opened it and found you there, standing in front of him like an angel who just fell from the sky. “Hi, Tommy. We're about to start eating, will you join us?" You said in your sweet little voice, looking adorable as you looked at him with your pretty eyes, those eyes that drove him crazy. "Of course, baby. I'll be with you." He responded, eating you with his eyes. You looked completely delicious in that dress. 

The two of you walked down together to the dining room, the table with food and drinks ready. He sat next to you, clearly, and the evening for your birthday began. 

Arthur told bad jokes, John joined in his game, and Polly scolded them. You and Ada laughed at their jokes, childish smiles covering your faces. Thomas was serious as always, from time to time he would give a low laugh or a little grin would appear on his lips, but he was totally focused on you, on how beautiful and edible you looked. He wanted to eat you and taste you. He swore that you were going to taste better than all the food that was on the table. 

He would put his hand on your thigh sometimes, giving you light caresses, as if anticipating what he was going to do to you. You were blushing hard, biting your lower lip. He did this before, caressing you under the table surreptitiously, but today it felt different. 

Before the clock strikes 12, Polly and Ada bring the cake to the table, placing it in front of you. Arthur was looking for a camera, to the sound of "Where's that bloody shitty camera?!" John laughed, amused at seeing his brother renege. Thomas looked at you, and then at the clock. He had the lighter in hand for the candle on the cake. 

Finally, after a few minutes, it was your birthday. The Shelby's sang with you while you blew out the candle, Arthur taking pictures of you with the camera he was looking for and John trying to ruin your face on the cake. Of course he didn't because Polly scolded him, and Ada put too much effort into the cake to ruin it. 

When they came up to greet you and hug you, Thomas was the last to do so. He approached gently, getting close to you. "Happy birthday, baby. I have a gift for you, but I'm not going to give it to you now." He whispered in your ear with his deep, masculine voice, filling your nostrils with his intoxicating aroma. You nodded at his words, looking at him anxiously.  

You were nervous to death, thinking and imagining the gift he had for you. You already had an idea of what it could be, of course, as Thomas has shown more and more the intentions he has for you. Getting closer to you, giving you light caresses when no one was looking. Sneaky but at the same time so predictable. 

After eating cake and Arthur having had a few drinks, babbling nonsense and making the whole family and you laugh, everyone decided to go to sleep. Polly said goodbye to each one with a kiss on the forehead, wishing them good night. John was trying to help Arthur guide him to his room, but the man was so drunk and dumb that he couldn't stand up. You and Ada laughed in amusement at his condition. And Thomas was serious, as always, but this time he wasn't the first to enter his room and lock himself up for the night. No, he waited until Ada was distracted to grab your arm and whisper in your ear. "When Ada falls asleep, come to my room. Understand, babe?" He said quietly.

Now all your blood has risen to your cheeks. You and him, at dawn, alone. It was so obvious what he wanted to do to you, how he wanted to take you. And you bit your lips from nerves, from desire. How long have you waited for this, for him, and were you finally going to have it? Plus, on your birthday. It was going to be a memorable day. 

God, you have heard my prayers, you said internally. 

You walked into Ada's room, looking a little different. She asked you why you seemed so nervous, like waiting for something. You only responded that you were very happy for your birthday and that was enough to convince her. The two of you chatted for a couple of minutes, exchanging giggles from time to time. In your mind you were just praying that Ada would feel tired soon so you could receive your surprise. A few moments later, you heard a yawn from her and she suddenly said she wanted to sleep. Thank you God, you have heard me for the second time.

Both of you lay properly on the bed, with your pajamas on. You said goodnight and turned your backs to sleep. You were waiting patiently for Ada to close her eyes and fall into a deep sleep to leave. You had your eyes open and your mind busy imagining and imagining so you wouldn't fall asleep too. And, like God's third act, a soft but sure snore emerged from her. 

Gently and quietly, you got out of bed and walked out of the room. The wood creaked under your feet with each step you took in the hallway, heading towards the lion's den. You opened Thomas's bedroom door without warning. And you saw him.

He was sitting on his bed, his legs slightly open with his elbows resting on his knees while in his hands he had a bouquet of flowers. On his nightstand, a small velvet box lay. Thomas looked up at the creak of the door, a slight, mischievous smile on his lips. "Ada took a while to fall asleep, eh?" he teased in a low, husky tone of voice. 

You blushed softly, closing the door behind you and standing a few feet away from him. He gave a nasal laugh and stood up from the edge of the bed, approaching you. You had to lift your head a little to look at him properly. "Happy birthday, baby..." he whispered softly, holding the bouquet of flowers in his hands. You smiled sweetly, taking the bouquet and looking happily at the gift he had for you. "Oh, Tommy... it wasn't necessary..." you murmured, looking adoringly at Thomas and the bouquet. 

"It's not the only gift I have for you, love..." he said with a mischievous smile, moving away from you a little to grab the velvet box. "Turn around." He demanded as he approached back. You still had the bouquet in your hands as you turned around, feeling his body stand behind you. Cold metal made contact with the skin of your neck and you saw Thomas's fingers holding a necklace. You stifled a gasp, admiring the metal thread. 

You grabbed the necklace with your hand, smiling contently. You noticed that the letters "TS" were written on the necklace pendant. 

“This is proof that you're mine now, baby…”He whispered in your ear, gently caressing the sides of your body. “You are totally mine, my love. Until the end of the world you're going to be, do you understand, baby?" He manipulated your little head, leaving soft kisses behind your ear. 

And like the good girl you were, you nodded softly, letting yourself be carried away by his pretty words. "I want to make you mine right now, will you allow me, my love?" he asked softly. And again, your little head nodded, allowing him to finally use you. 

He turned you around, making you look into his eyes. He gently grabbed your cheek, bringing his lips to yours and kissing you sweetly. This was your first kiss and he wanted you to enjoy it and remember it in a good way. His tongue barely touched your lips, tempting you to more of him. 

With a gentle grip on your waist, he laid you down on his bed, pulling you under him as you kissed over and over again. He became addicted to your lips, wanting to have his taste attached to yours. His hands caressed your thighs under your pajama shorts, squeezing your delicious flesh a little. 

"Will you allow me, baby?" He whispered in your ear, lacing his fingers in the hem of your cotton t-shirt, asking if he could take it off. With a slight nod, you let your torso be exposed. He was dazzled by your tummy and your pretty breasts that he wanted to squeeze and kiss so much. He did so, leaning his head to your chest and removing your bra, throwing it to the floor. He gently licked the tip of your breast, stimulating the other with his hand. You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes and grabbing his hair, enjoying the new pleasure. 

He played with your nipples a little longer, playing like a little child. "They're so cute, my love. I hope to see them more often..." he teased, giving them one last kiss before lowering his lips to your tummy, letting his breath hit your pelvis covered by the shorts.  

“You can, Tommy. Please do it." You whispered, eager to feel his touches down there, on your virgin cunt. He looked at you softly as he cupped your cheeks. "No more Tommy, my love. From now on, you will call me Daddy every time we are together. Understand, baby?" *That fucking nickname was so provocative for you.* 

“Understood, Daddy." you obeyed, smiling a little, looking adorable, like a sweet, innocent girl. His sweet, innocent girl. 

"That's what I like to hear, pretty baby." He said proudly with a slight smile, placing a kiss on your belly. He gently grabbed the hem of your shorts, and without asking you -since he knew you would say yes- he lowered your garment, leaving you in your panties. 

"So cute, so innocent." He whispered softly, lightly caressing your pussy through the cotton fabric. He admired how you looked so sweet and innocent in just your panties, below him, in his total control. Your breathing hitched a little as you felt his fingers there, biting your lips gently. "Don't be shy, pretty baby." He teased, grabbing your hips. "There will be many more moments to come where I will see you like this." He calmed you down, using his soft, pretty words. 

You calmed down at his touch, although you did get a little nervous. He continued with his work, playing with your covered cunt, smiling a little. He liked to tease you, watching you squirm and moan like a needy kitten. He was just touching you a little to test the waters and then start with what he had planned. 

While he touched you, he felt how you became wetter and how your moans increased, and he decided to leave you. "Do you want it now, pretty baby?" He asked you with a wicked smile on his lips, looking at you as you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. 

You were a little dizzy by his fingers, but you still nodded softly, letting him finally take you. You felt him rise again, making you able to look at his face. You saw how he took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor, showing his naked and perfect torso, with scratches and tattoos. He smiled as he noticed your gaze. "Do you like it, little girl? This is yours now, you can look at it as many times as you want." He whispered, as he took off his pants. 

He was totally naked now, showing off his large erection. He stroked it a little, while he continued looking at your little body, licking his lips and thinking a lot of scenarios with you. 

"You're driving me crazy, baby..."  

He approached you, letting his tip just touch your entrance, feeling you gasp and close your eyes. His cock was big, and you expected it to hurt. "I'm going in now, okay? It's going to hurt a little, but you'll get used to it, baby." He murmured. Gently, he gave the first push, causing only the tip to enter. You moaned, grabbing the bed sheets and biting your lip.  

"Good, baby... you'll get used to it." He whispered, giving you gentle caresses on your hip to soothe your pain.

You felt him start to go deeper and deeper, making you close your eyes and moan, feeling full when everything finally entered. "It's big..." you whispered softly. He laughed softly. "It is, but you just need to stretch out to enjoy it." 

 After a few seconds, he started to move. Going out a little and going in again, all slowly and gently so as not to hurt you. You felt those pushes like the sky, closing your eyes and moaning slightly, opening your little mouth. He enjoyed your countenance, watching you like his movements. 

“I'm going to go a little faster, little girl..." he warned, before giving you a kiss on your neck. Now, his movements began to be faster and more concise, crashing his pelvis against yours, filling you so well. He heard your moans and saw how you squirmed, making him smile. Meanwhile, he whispered nice words in your ear, caressing your breasts with one hand and holding your hip with the other. 

"Such a good girl, taking Daddy's cock so well. Who thought you were a virgin, huh, baby?" He whispered, slamming his hips precisely against yours, giving you more and more pleasure. 

You were so dizzy, feeling how his fat cock filled you and made you feel so good. You smiled like a fool at his whispers, and moaned uncontrollably. You felt like his movements were too much, and that the knot in your stomach was already going to explode. Thomas knew you were going to come, and he smiled. "Cum for Daddy, little girl. Do it, do it for your daddy." He whispered in your ear, making his thrusts even stronger as he felt like he was going to cum too. 

"Would you like Daddy to leave his cum in you, pretty baby? For Daddy to fill you with his essence?" You nodded, moaning softly. Soon, you felt your legs shake, his cock thrust too hard, and your knot exploded. You moaned loudly, letting your liquid come out. You also heard Thomas' grunt in your ear, and his cum filling you. 

"Good little girl... you were a good baby, you know that?" He whispered in your ear, as he pulled out of you and let his liquids mix and come out of your entrance together, creating an image worth seeing. "Look at that... it's perfect, baby."  

He noticed that you were tired from what happened. He took you in his arms and laid down gently next to you, holding you close to his body. He enjoyed having you so much, watching you moan and pant for him. It made him feel like a king.  

"Sleep, pretty baby... you deserve a rest after being a good girl for Daddy..." he whispered in your ear. He planted a soft kiss on your little head, stroking your hair and letting you fall asleep. 

You fell asleep like a baby in his strong, comfortable arms, dreaming about him. This was definitely your best birthday. 

#cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #smut #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x reader #fanfic #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby smut #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby smut #peaky blinders fic

[starogeorgina]

𝐊𝐞𝐩𝐚

Paring: Daemon Targaryen × reader, Harwin Strong x reader, Criston Cole x reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut, child birth

1.03

You blink away unshed tears as you stare up at Ser Harwin; the look on his face was earth-shattering. No traces of anger or bitterness could be detected on his handsome face; the softness in his eyes made you feel nothing but guilt. You should never have believed the rumors, given into your husband's taunting or gone near Criston Cole.

You’re unaware that you’re crying until Harwin wipes them away with the pads of his thumb. “Prince Daemon told me your news; congratulations, princess.” He leans forward and kisses your forehead, and in a quiet voice, he says, “He also told me what he said to you. I wish I’d known sooner.”

Ser Harwin wasn’t a fool; he knew his beloved princess’s outburst of believing the rumors surrounding him and Princess Rhaenyra being true hadn’t come from thin air, but he had no idea Daemon was the one behind it. The Targaryen prince thrived in chaos, but after causing so much damage, the knight was grateful to be away from the keep for some time; otherwise, he might have done something to get himself executed.

“Do you forgive me?”

Harwin sighs, “There’s nothing to forgive. It was a misunderstanding.”

Pouting, you shake your head. “I should never have doubted you... henujagon īlva, valzȳrys.” (Leave us, husband.)

You wait until you hear Daemon leave; he didn’t need to be involved in your conversation, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist if he was within earshot. You take Harwin’s large hand in yours and say, “I love my husband; he’s the other half of me. Targaryens are made to burn together, but I love you too. I don’t know how to explain it; it’s a different kind of love. Since I was a girl, I always knew I’d marry Daemon, regardless of how I felt, but I chose to be with you. You make me feel safe and—”

“What is it you’re trying to tell me?” Harwin wipes away another fallen tear. “I’ve memorized each time you’ve confessed your love to me, which is how I know something is wrong. I can see it in your eyes.”

“I don’t know whose baby this is. I forgot to drink moon tea after the last time we lay together.”

His blue eyes fill with tears. “Prince Daemon will be the father.”

“I’m sorry.”

Your heart aches a little when Harwin hugs you; he was a good man. A far better person than you, Daemon, or Criston. He wasn’t selfish, violent, or entitled. You only wish you’d never questioned his loyalty to begin with.

“There’s something else I need to tell you.”

—

As the months passed, your body changed, and the gorgeous gowns you had made could no longer hide how large your bump had gotten. Rhaenyra often thought you were carrying more than one baby when your bump first started to swell, but now you were convinced she was right.

Daemon smooths his hand gently over the fabric of your dress, feeling the baby kick beneath. You were comfortable laying on your left side with multiple pillows fluffed around you to keep you in that position. Your husband lay behind you with his face nuzzling into the side of your neck.

“Have you spoken much with Ser Harwin?”

“No,” you say, feeling your lip tremble slightly. “Perhaps it is for the best; the less he is near during my pregnancy, the less people will talk.”

Daemon kisses your cheek. “The baby could look exactly like us, and the Greens would still gossip. I suspect the same will happen with Rhaenyra as soon as she has an heir.”

Your sister and her husband, Ser Laenor, had gone to visit various houses in the realm on behalf of your father, who was too ill to travel the distance himself. Although they had gone on dragonback, a large number of knights, including Ser Harwin, had been sent to protect them. When you confessed your antics with Cole to Ser Harwin, he was mad for a while but insisted he still wanted to be with you; he just needed some time.

“And what if the baby doesn’t look like us?” You knew no matter what, you’d love and protect your child fiercely, but you needed reassurance from Daemon. “I’ve been beyond foolish; I’ve given them the opportunity to make my child’s life miserable before they are even born.”

“I will cut out the tongues of anyone who dares question the legitimacy of our child. Any baby you have will be an extension of you; it would be impossible for me not to love them.” He rubs his hand along your stomach again. “This is my son or daughter growing inside you. Nothing anyone says will change that.”

—

“Princess, it’s time to push again.”

“I can’t! I can’t!” You sob, clutching onto the bed sheets tightly. The pain was overwhelming; you were convinced this is what dying felt like.

“Push!”

The midwives help guide you through the last few pushes until your daughter finally enters the room. She is placed on your chest, and you sob with happiness, “She’s perfect—oh fuck.”

Your daughter is quickly carried away to be cleaned up as the midwife pushes your legs open again. “Time to do this second time, princess.”

—

Daemon hums while gently rocking your daughter Daella to sleep, while your son Gaemon suckles at your breast. They were only a few hours old, but it already felt like you'd spent a lifetime loving them.

“Perhaps when you are feeling up to it, we can pick dragon eggs for the baby’s.”

You smile and say, “That would be nice.”

With Syrax having laid another clutch of dragon eggs, you were on your way to the dragon pit to pick one while being accompanied by your husband and sworn protector, but before you could leave the courtyard, your waters broke. Ser Harwin immediately picked you up and carried you back to your chambers, while Daemon sent for the maester and midwives.

“There, there,” Daemon says before gently placing your daughter into the crib next to your bed.

You smile down at her. Daella shares your pale complexion; her silver hair and the shade of her purple eyes were an exact match for yours. Gaemon got almost all his features from you, like his sister; his skin was pale and his hair silver, except his eyes were a dark brown.

“I think he’s had his feed,” you say when Gaemon stops feeding and his eyelids slowly start to close.

Daemon takes him from your arms so you can readjust your nightgown. He kisses the baby on the forehead. “They really are perfect.”

—

Sitting underneath the weirwood tree, she smiles as Daella attempts to walk along one of the thick roots sticking out of the ground, with your loyal knight Ser Harwin right behind her, ready to catch her the second she slips. Gaemon lays back, his head resting against your legs, as you read a story about dragons out loud. Both eggs had hatched in the cradle, and your children were now getting to the age where they understood how powerful and magical dragons are.

“Careful, princess,” Harwin says softly. “Slow down before you fall.”

Daella grins up at the knight before jumping onto a different root. It wouldn’t be long before curiosity got the better of her, and she attempted to climb the tree.

When screeching comes from the distance, Gaemon points to the sky and says, “Mama, look! It’s kepa!”

You look up and see the Blood Wyrm flying in the direction of the dragonpit. Daemon always made a point of returning from dragon riding before supper time so he could dine with his family. When you lower your gaze from the sky, you are met with the cold gaze of Ser Criston Cole. You often notice the knight observing your son and daughter from a distance, but he makes no attempt to interact with them.

Although Cole would never admit it, you had a feeling he would risk his life for them just as Daemon and Harwin would.

—

Harwin takes one of the pebbled nipples into his mouth while you lean over him, your hands pressing against his chest. Daemon kisses the back of your neck, occasionally nipping at your sensitive skin with his teeth as he thrusts into you from behind. Over time, the three of you had come to an agreement that when the time came and you wished to have another baby, you and Harwin couldn’t fuck as you normally would, eliminating any chances of him getting you pregnant since you wouldn’t be drinking moon tea. But you still wanted to be intimate with Harwin, and your ever-devoted husband came up with an idea.

Daemon’s voice is cocky as he says, “So, Ser Harwin, how do you feel about our princess taking what she wants from us at the same time?”

Harwin grins. “Do you think you could take both of us?”

“Yes, I want you both.”

“Greedy girl!” Daemon smacks your ass.

Your heart races with anticipation at the thought of having both of them inside you at the same time. You're used to making love to them both, but this would feel different—more intimate, more primal. Harwin and Daemon had mutual respect for one another, but they mainly bonded over how much they loved your little family.

Your husband chuckles softly, his warm breath caressing your ear. “You’ll get what you desire, my love. I’ve bet you’ve thought about this plenty of times before, haven’t you?”

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you nod.

A princess is desperate to feel her husband and lover fill her up at the same time.

Daemon slowly withdraws his shaft from your cunny, leaving you aching for more. He sits down on the bed beside Harwin, but before you have the chance to move over to his lap, the knight hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you up until you are hovering over his face. Not wasting time, Harwin starts flicking at your sensitive clit with his tongue.

Daemon smirks as he listens to your whine. He had already ‘prepared’ both your holes before Harwin joined you in the bedchamber. After coming apart on Harwin’s lips, Daemon gently pulls the small cock-shaped object from your anus, then pulls you onto his lap so you are facing him, and slides his cock into your cunny again.

He leans back and pulls you down with him, gripping your shoulders and spreading them while Harwin readjusts himself behind you. The thought of having them both causes your clitoral area to throb, “Please.”

Harwin guides his thick cock to where you’re aching for him. With a gentle nudge, he pushes past your resistance and enters your tight hole. You gasp as he fills you completely. The sensation of having them both inside you is foreign and exhilarating. Harwin begins to rock his hips gently, slowly pulling them out before pushing them back in again, while Daemon thrusts upwards at a harsher pace.

“How does it feel? Daemon asks, pinching your nipple between his fingers. “Good as you imagined?”

“So, so good.”

Your mind becomes hazy with pleasure when one of them starts rubbing fast circles on your clit. You come apart, squeezing both of them tightly. Harwin shoots his seed inside you, then Daemon follows shortly after, coating your cunny in his seed, which he will hopefully take.

The knight slowly pulls you out, then brushes your sweaty hair out of your face and kisses you deeply. Daemon smirks, “Take your time catching your breath, my good knight, as we will be here all night.”

#house of the dragon #kepa #daemon targaryen x reader #Daemon Targaryen smut #daemon targaryen fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #ser harwin strong x reader #ser harwin strong x you #house of the dragon smut #daemon targaryen/you #daemon targaryen x female reader #ser harwin strong fanfic #harwin strong x you #Harwin Strong smut #harwin strong fanfic #harwin strong x reader #Ser Harwin Strong smut #house of the dragon x reader #ser harwin strong #Criston Cole x reader

[gleditsia-triacanthos]

i can’t believe i’m saying this, but it’s absolutely not wrong to want a cure for your chronic illness/pain???

i agree that disability on its own should be viewed as something neutral, but the fact is that nothing is that simple. not all, but a lot of of disabilities come with chronic pain, and pain, to the sufferer, is not something neutral. it is not a bad thing to want it to stop.

i have a genetic condition that causes the most of my issues. i know exactly where and what the defect is. i’ve come to terms with it over time, i’m at a place where i’m aware there’s no cure and i can live with it, but even in the case a cure is impossible, it’s okay to want one.

four years ago, when i began to have health complications and was subsequently diagnosed, i sure as hell wished there was a way to change my circumstances. i definitely have a better life now that i’ve accepted my condition, but that was something i came to in therapy. that kind of healing won’t come from lambasting the newly diagnosed for “internalized ableism,” it comes from a combination of personal effort and a compassionate community of others who are going through similar things.

not everyone has the same experience with disability as you do. not everyone has the same experience with disability as i do. please be kind to people who feel differently or might be at a different stage of acceptance.

#chronic illness #disability #disabilties #chronic pain #classical ehlers danlos syndrome #gastroparesis #incurable illness

[tgmsunmontue]

Online & Anonymous 5/16

Hangster. Explicit. Years before they meet in person Bradley and Jake strike up a friends-with-benefits relationship online. And then something more like an actual relationship.

Odd year = Bradely's POV and Even year = Jake's POV

>>Bradley chatting (bold and italics)

>>Jake chatting (italics)

2005/2006 2007 2008 2009

2010 – Jake

                He’s a fully commissioned officer, a naval aviator, junior grade lieutenant. He’s got his wings and he knows he’s good. He can control himself physically and he considers a plane a simple extension of that. He loves flying like nothing else. His first deployment has him practicing night landing and takeoffs, something he can’t say he’s a fan of, but he also manages better than most of his counterparts and it leaves him feeling smug. He’s getting better at flying and he’s already itching to get an invitation to

                He hadn’t been convinced about switching to a different messaging app, especially one that required him to buy a new phone. However he has no regrets. The amount of messages he and Nick send back and forth increases, it’s much quicker and convenient. And while he ignores the messages he gets from strangers he definitely enjoys looking at the pictures. He jerks off more than usual but then the novelty wears off.

                Nick does not wear off.

                If anything Nick seems to get better. He’s definitely using the app to its full purpose, whenever he’s somewhere there are plenty of guys also using it; Nick shares stories with him, tells him about the guys he sleeps with and Jake lets himself live vicariously through him. If Jake felt more confident he’d be doing the same. Wants to do the same but is also terrified. Admires Nick for seeming not to care about being caught. Wonders if he’s developing a voyeurism kink. Except everything he sees is solely in his imagination.

>>Would you send me a picture of your dick?

>>You want a picture of my dick?

>>Yeah. I’m kind of attached to it, and I haven’t even seen it.

                He doesn’t say that he’s also attached to Nick. Doesn’t want to come off as needy even if that’s exactly how he feels. He’s seen pictures of Nick’s stomach and thighs, his chest. He’s seen a hard dick being palmed through the fabric of his briefs, but god yeah, he wants to see the real thing. It’s not immediate and he wonders what Nick is doing, has already said that he’s by himself and not going to be interrupted. Then the picture comes through and he knows Nick is over six foot, maybe has big hands, and he’s holding his dick in his hand and it’s dark dusky pink at the head, his fingers are curled around the shaft loosely and god he wishes they could video chat or something, it looks average, if he assumes Nick’s hands are normal sized.

>>How big are your hands?

>>You trying to figure out how big I am?

>>Maybe.

>>I’m plenty big enough. Never had any complaints.

>>Thinking about your hands on me too.

>>They look like nice hands.

>>I used to play baseball. Big mitts.

>>Yeah? Long fingers too looks like.

>>Yeah, I play the piano. Long fingers come in handy.

>>Bet they come in handy for lots of things.

>>You’re not wrong.

                Jake bites his lip, looks at the picture again, imagines wrapping his mouth around the head and licking and sucking, making Nick come with nothing but his hands and mouth.

>>Thanks for the picture. It’s a very pretty dick. Now I can imagine sucking it.

>>Fuck.

>>If we ever meet I hope I’m able to do everything properly. Like I can in my head.

>>When we meet.

                Jake rolls his eyes.

>>And I don’t care about it being perfect. Sex generally never is.

>>We’ll have fun and get each other off.

>>More than once.

>>Definitely more than once.

>>We won’t leave bed for days. Maybe lock ourselves away from the world when we’re both on leave.

                Jake lets himself dream.

…            …            …

>>Do you ever hook up with other guys?

>>In the service I mean?

>>I mean. I have once or twice. Got to be so careful.

>>There’s this subtle careful look that gets exchanged. I’ve given it and had it ignored, and either the guy isn’t up for it, or just missed it completely. Other times…

>>Other times?

>>It’s been hit and miss. Sometimes the guy is angry and can take it out on you. Other times it’s just sex. Other times they can think it’s the start of something.

>>Take it out on you? What do you mean?

>>Oh. Just.

>>Rough. Angry with the whole thing. Think they’re angry at themselves. That whole not wanting to want another man that way.

>>And you let them?

>>Sometimes. I’ve walked away when I’ve been seriously worried.

>>But I like it a little rough sometimes.

>>Reminds me I’m with a man and I don’t have to hold back my own strength.

                Jake bites his lip and shifts a little, already starting to get a little hard, and they aren’t even talking about having sex with each other, just talking about sex in general and he can’t believe it’s getting him hard.

>>You getting hard?

>>Yeah.

>>You know me too well.

>>Of course I do.

>>I wonder how hard I can get you.

                Jake knows exactly how hard, he goes back and reads some of their conversations sometimes and they get him hard every single time.

>>I wonder if I told you not to jerk off, and talked to you like this, whether you could come from it.

                Jake knows that that won’t happen, he always needs a little friction. But…

>>I’m willing to give it a try.

>>Yeah?

>>Want me to tell you when it’s okay to touch yourself? When you can come?

>>You like the sound of that?

>>Yeah. Little bit.

…            …            …

                He refuses to think about what he has with Nick as a relationship. At least not a romantic one. He is definitely his best friend though, right up their with Javy, although Javy hasn't ever made him come. Some months are quieter than others, and he gets it now. Nick is deployed. Hell. Considering both their schedules it’s a miracle they’ve managed so much communication already. He desperately wants to ask him which service he’s in, but unlike his name, Nick hasn’t offered to share that. However, knowing that they’re both military opens a different type of floodgate and Jake finds himself talking about his team, squad, group, platoon. He changes up what he calls them. If Nick asks he’ll tell him, because then he’ll feel better about asking himself.

                The question doesn’t come though.

…            …            …

>>Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.

>>Other than the fact I’m gay you mean?

>>Ha ha. Yeah. Other than that.

>>I miss my parents.

                Jake’s fingers hover over his phone, not sure what to say. He knows Nick’s parents are dead, and Nick knows his own parents kicked him out… God they’ve both got issues there don’t they. Still, missing them doesn’t feel like something he’d be ashamed to admit.

>>My dad died when I was three. My mom died of cancer fifteen years ago.

>>Oh shit. I’m sorry.

>>I was raised by my godfather after that, but I’m not talking to him either.

>>I miss him too sometimes.

>>I had this whole other family and I just turned my back on them and some days I wonder if it was worth it.

                Jake wants to ask, wants to know, because he aches for his family some days, knows he can’t go back. His parents made it abundantly clear that he was no longer welcome, and he wonders if they’d even care if he died.

>>What made you turn your back?

>>You don’t have to tell me, just, I’m here, if you want to tell me.

>>I applied to one of the academies. He pulled my papers. Told me I wasn’t ready. So I went and enlisted anyway.

>>Oh shit.

>>Yeah.

>>So. I’m still angry about it, but I also miss them. Him. Families fuck you up.

>>Yeah. They do.

…            …            …

                It takes a near miss and he lands on the carrier inwardly shaking, although he doesn’t let it show outwardly. But he’s just realized that if something happens to him Nick will never know. He doesn’t want to put him through that. He carefully writes down some instructions and what he wants to say, then he changes the lock code on his phone to Javy’s year of birth, he can’t forget that and it’ll remind him everyday of why he needs to be careful. But also the best. He finds Javy and walks him through it, show him where he hides the app and where he’s going to keep the envelope. Usually they’d joke about something like this, but after the day they’ve had neither of them are feeling in a jokey mood and Jake has no one else to ask.

>>I told my best friend about you. If something happens to me he’ll let you know.

>>How?

>>Gave him a sealed envelope with instructions. Told him I was trusting him, and that if he wanted to keep his sanity he wouldn’t risk opening it. You know what he said?

>>What?

>>That he’d already seen plenty of dick on the locker room and wasn’t going to go looking for any more.

>>But also that he’d do it. So. Yeah.

>>You don’t have to worry about me dropping off the face of the earth and forever wondering what happened to me.

>>He’ll let you know.

>>Wow. Okay. That’s really thoughtful of you.

>>Thanks I guess.

>>Shit. I hadn’t even thought of it.

>>I’ll do the same. It’s not like what I’m doing is any safer than what you’re doing.

>>Yeah. I think not knowing would be the worst part.

>>I wanted to ask you, if you could do that for me.

>>So thanks for offering already.

>>You sure you don’t want my name? That would suck to find it out after I’ve died.

>>Don’t think calling you anything different will make you dying easier on me.

>>So try not to die okay?

>>I’ll do my best.

#online and anonymous #Hangster #Sereshaw #hangman x rooster #Top Gun Maverick fanfic

[bethanydelleman]

Pssstt what do you think of Eloise Bridgerton?

Lots of people seem to love her and her outspokenness and I understand that the show is a very fictional very fanfiction fiction set in a very fanfiction-y Regency era and her dissatisfaction of her life as a woman is justified

But

Am I the only one who distastes her attitude? She's rude. She doesn't care about other people's feelings, not even her own mother or her sister, Daphne who yes has very different views about marriage compared to her but I think most of the time Daphne is nice towards her and all that she can spout is how she's Different and she doesn't want to marry that men had it so much better than women. It's giving very condescending energy

She's not wrong about the unfairness of women's situation but she's also a higher rank woman and it's just....*frustrated noise, I wish she's written for the show as less of a child who has just learned of the phrase 'women's right' who's made it their entire personality and more of a person who's conscious of the differences in privilege between men and women and tries to change that, emphasize in 'tries' instead of whatever she's supposed to be- whiny and rude

If she's the face of women's right movement, I'll be fine with it, but it's also very annoying

Or

Am I just weird for not liking her because she actually has some really good points? Idk

I find Eloise Bridgerton incredibly annoying and I'm not sure if the show is self-aware enough to know that they made her extremely irritating. And this also comes back to my girl sad about arranged marriage post... Caveat that it's been a while since I watched S1 & S2 of Bridgerton and I won't be watching 3 because I hated 2.

Eloise sounds and acts like an incredibly entitled university student who has never had a paying job. The stuff she says is "right" in a modern sense, or at least takes a modern perspective when it comes to women's rights, but it sounds canned given the imagined era. The big problem is that as far as I remember, Eloise only cares about women, mostly herself, and not about class. Her discovery during her investigation that servants don't have the time to publish a paper could have led to her realizing something, but it didn't. She whines about her "plight" but doesn't seem to have any real compassion for frankly anyone. It's an entirely selfish one woman campaign.

The fact is, Eloise comes from a very rich family and her siblings are very kind, she doesn't have to marry. If she is like any Jane Austen heroine, it's Emma. Austen made Emma sympathetic by showing an Emma who doesn't whine at all, but suffers from the weight of her duty and limited options. Jane Fairfax was the one who very occasionally complained about her lot in life, and her future was bleak. Being a governess sucked and was usually a dead-end job that required a ton of work.

Eloise could have been great. They could have put the words of real women's rights activists from her time period in her mouth, like Mary Wollstonecraft. They could have even borrowed from Jane Austen, who has many women beg to be regarded as "rational creatures" who know their own hearts. Instead, she feels like a hollow shell of empty rhetoric, a petulant child with no compassion for anyone but herself, and a mouthpiece of hackneyed modern sentiments.

So yeah I'm with you.

#question response #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton #I know it's imagined but at least give this character some compassion #and if you are going to imagine have her angry for the poor too

[terresdebrume]

"You had another nightmare."

Crystal gives Edwin her most venomous glare. She thinks the effect is kind of ruined by the big bag under her eyes, but still. It's the fucking thought that counts. He wasn't even condescending about it this time it's just. He's the wrong half of the boys for this. Just because Crystal figured out how to exist alongside him doesn't mean they're close.

Well, they are. But they're the kind of close that comes from caring deeply about the same person. Not the kind of close that comes from spontaneous appreciation. Crystal sighs, and lets her head fall down on her knees.

"Please go away," she mumbles.

By her side, Edwin scoffs.

"Believe me, I too wish Charles were here instead of me. However, since he very inconveniently decided to take a walk tonight, I'm afraid you'll have to make do with me."

Crystal sighs again, fingers digging hard into the sides of her knees. The problem, of course, is that Edwin isn't wrong. She's not sleeping again tonight, that's a given. She might be able to sleep properly tomorrow, but she hasn't had a full night since she confronted David, so she's not exactly holding her breath. She could wait for Charles, but then what? Think of the way she kissed him and chicken out? Not fucking helpful.

"It's not a nightmare," she admits at last, bumping her forehead against the bones of her knees. "It's memories."

"Please trust that I am deeply familiar with situations when those two things are one and the same."

It still strikes her, sometimes, how weird Edwin's speech pattern sounds to her ears. Not enough to make her laugh, or at least not anymore. Just weird enough to stretch her mouth into a smile. For Edwin to click his tongue.

"I do not feel like my efforts are being properly appreciated."

"So sorry, your highness," Crystal snorts.

She knows he's rolling his eyes from the way he sighs. It does make her feel better, to be honest. She's not sure if Edwin's doing it on purpose, but there's something about annoying him that works very well to take her mind off the new information in her head. It's simple, too.

Things with Charles are. Awkward. Which is probably a bit her fault for sending somewhat mixed signals, but Charles has been a little off ever since Hell, so he's probably to blame too. A little. The point is: even if he were here, Crystal wouldn't go to him.

Edwin is a shit listener, and even shittier at hiding he doesn't care, but he's here. And easy to annoy. And actually being... Okay. For once. With a sigh, Crystal tilts her head sideways so she can glance at Edwin. He's not looking at her, of course. Is in perfect profile from her, actually. Straight nose, frowning brow, stuffy jacket and vest and collar.

"Thanks," Crystal makes herself say, just to remember she can.

"Oh, don't be sentimental," Edwin says, primly. "Now that you are our official psychic, it is merely good business sense to help you digest your new memories."

Crystal bursts out laughing. It's way too loud for this time of night, and shrill, and more than a little fucking hysterical. In her throat, she can still feel the balls pressing against he windpipe, her skin, her bones. She remembers the way they blocked her air, the irrational fear that she wouldn't be able to get them down. The terror washes over her and turns to more laughter, then wheezing breaths.

"Yeah," she manages between two gasps for air, "they were really fucking hard to swallow."

She doesn't think she'll ever be able to tell Edwin why she laughs until she cries.

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[oblonger]

Wanted to make this after imagining a few lines from it.

Celebi and Pine are out of options

Pine felt like screaming.

He felt like running away.

He wished that Celebi was wrong. That she had to have missed something.

But if Celebi was saying that there were no options left.

Then he needs to heed her.

Blood was dripping from the claw that he pierced into his palm from clenching his fist.

Pine choked on his tears. He wanted to tell Celebi that he loved her too. And that he wished that a miracle would happen so that he didn't need to do this.

Celebi sobbed as Pine raised his arm. His leaves become as sharp as blades.

He needed to make this as painless as possible for her.

Pine was about to do the deed when his skin started prickling. He opened his eyes, and the air around him was shimmering. Celebi's eyes were wide. Her face was wet with tears.

“I- I didn't see this happening.” She muttered to herself.

Pine spun around after hearing the passage of time open up behind him.

Shoot. Okay. CALM DOWN. He needs a plan RIGHT NOW.

Maybe he can attack? No, if he dies then-

What about running? Maybe. But Celebi said-

Pine flinched when the person that stepped out of the passage, was him.

Wait no. Obviously it's not him. He's not the only grovyle. It's just another grovyle.

One that is obviously working with or for Dusknoir. How else could he open a passage?

Pine sprinted forward at the newcomer. Preparing to attack with a leaf blade.

The newcomer raised an arm. The leaves on it, likewise becoming sharp as swords.

He casually blocked Pine's assault and reached forward with his other hand and put it on his chest.

Shoot. He underestimated him.

He needed to be prepared for what was going to happen next. Was he going to grab him? Or tear open his chest with his claws? Maybe he will-

Pine was caught completely off guard by the newcomer just shoving him backward. The lack of any kind of pain or real retaliation stunning him to the point where he stumbled and then fell on his rear.

“Re-lax.” The newcomer said. His voice was rough, tired, and irritated. “I'm not here to fight you.”

Pine tilted his head. Staring at the newcomer. He was now given a chance to really take in what he looked like.

He is a grovyle. Or, maybe was? It looked like he'd gone through an incomplete evolution. The yellow seeds that Sceptiles have on their backs were on his. The leaves on his arms and head were much longer than on a normal grovyle's, and it seemed like he had a strange combination of a Treecko's, Grovyle's and Sceptile's tail.

Wait, was his skin shifting between shades of green? And are those antennas on top of his head? And why did that worn, dirty satchel over his shoulder look like Pine’s?

“Who are you?” Pine asked as he pushed himself off the ground.

“Grovyle.” He responded. He folded his arms as the passage behind him closed.

Celebi hesitantly fluttered forward. “Are you that-”

“Yes I'm that Grovyle.” he interrupted. “Look. I'm here to help you. Not to tell you my life story.”

Celebi flinched. “But, W-we don't have anything left we can-”

The stranger interrupted again. “Have you even bothered looking ahead since I showed up?”

Pine felt a tinge of anger. Celebi flinched again and backed away. Covering her mouth with her hands as her eyes widened further.

A beat of silence passed.

“Look. Introductions are out of the way, so just listen to me because I know how to keep you three from kicking the bucket.”

Grovyle narrowed his eyes. “How do we know we can trust you?”

The stranger grit his teeth. “Because if you don't, you'll make the biggest mistake of your existence.” he growled.

Pine glared at him. “We don't know if that's even remotely true!”

Grovyle angrily sighed. “I know a lot that you don't. Now. Do you, or do you not, want to kill your Celebi?”

Pine and Celebi recoiled at the question. Grovyle pursed his lips. “Good answer. Now go get Twig and come back here.”

Pine tilted his head “Twig?” He asked.

Grovyle sighed. “The human?” He asked with a harsh bite.

Pine's expression soured. “Her name is Lilly.”

Grovyle flinched, his eyes widened in anger and he turned his head to glare at the ground. “Just go get her.” He growled.

Pine glared at him for a few seconds before walking to where Lilly was sleeping nearby. Keeping his ears strained in case Grovyle or Celebi said anything.

Pine gently woke Lilly up from her sleep. Holding her hand in his as the two walked back to the clearing where Grovyle was at.

Lilly’s eyes widened when she saw Grovyle. Glancing between Pine and him. Before pointing at Pine and then him.

“Pine?” She asked.

Pine shook his head. “Grovyle.” He responded. She looked even more confused but didn't try saying anything more.

“Alright. Good job.” Grovyle said as Pine entered the clearing with Lilly. Grovyle pinched the space between his eyes. “Ugh, we've already wasted so much time.” He muttered.

“Alright.” He said after giving a quick sigh. “We need to get moving. I know a place where you can…”

Grovyle trailed off as the prickling feeling returned.

Grovyle spat out a curse word as another passage opened up some distance away, near where Grovyle had created his. Pine instinctually pulled Lilly closer to him.

“For Arceus’ sake.” He growled. “Okay. Change of plans.” He said loudly enough for them to hear clearly. He turned to face the passage before swiveling his head to look at them.

“You three stay behind me. Do not run, and do not try to fight or help.”

“What?!” Pine shouted. “What do you mean-”

“I meant what I said!” Grovyle snapped. “Just stay there. I've dealt with them before.”

Grovyle faced the passage as several Sableye poured out from the passage, their wicked grins falling into confusion upon seeing that there are two grovyles now.

Dusknoir then exited the portal. “Opening many passages is a foolish idea when you are trying to run from us.” Dusknoir stated. His eye widened when he saw Grovyle.

“I see that you have found yourself a new ally Celebi.” Dusknoir did what looked like a grin. The Sableye followed suit as the passage closed behind them. Dusknoir pointed forward at Celebi. “Unfortunately for you, it doesn't matter how many allies you collect. It will not change the outcome. Your fate was sealed when you defied-”

“Oh for Arceus’ sake!” Grovyle interrupted. Dusknoir blinking in shock. “Would you quit monologuing and get on with it already!? I've wasted enough time here as-is!”

Dusknoir stared at him with an unreadable expression as the Sableye exchanged glances and muttered words to each other.

Dusknoir then narrowed his eye. Glaring at Grovyle. “It's a shame that you are so eager to die, interloper. I would have considered giving you a painless death had you not-”

“ARCEUS DANG IT.” Grovyle shouted. He pulled the satchel off of him and pulled out a blue orb. The Sableye and Dusknoir tensed up when they saw it, and then somewhat relaxed in confusion as Grovyle tossed it aside, onto the ground. “You Dusknoirs just have no idea when to stop talking do you!?” Grovyle dropped the satchel onto the ground next to him.

Grovyle began walking forward, and took in a very deep breath, held it in for a few seconds and then released it as he did so. Pine saw the way that Celebi's eyes widened in complete horror in the corner of his vision.

Dusknoir's eye narrowed. “Kill him.” He ordered.

All of the Sableye sprinted forward at Grovyle, breaking off from the group, some flanking, and others gunning it straight forward.

All of the sableye prepared their own separate attacks. Some creating a ball of Dark energy, others flexing their claws with eagerness.

All of them were going to attack Grovyle.

Pine wasn't sure if he was even going to do anything as some leapt forward at him, and others fired forth their projectiles.

At the last second, Grovyle shot forward his arm and grabbed the wrist of one of the Sableye, and swung him around, colliding with another Sableye that also leapt at him. Grovyle shifted his legs, and spun the other direction. The shadow ball that one Sableye had launched at him collided with the Sableye he held at the same time he let go. The one he had hit before, also getting hit by a shadow ball launched from another sableye on his other side. Grovyle crouched down as the two were launched into each other's backs above him.

Grovyle grabbed the ankles of the two, and swung them downwards onto the ground. Then he prepared a leaf blade, and blocked the slash that a sableye was trying to use from behind him, not even looking at them as he did.

He deftly spun around, slashing two more with his leaf blades, Instantly KOing them. quickly jumped upwards to dodge another Sableye that had sprung out of the ground with a shadow sneak.

Pine saw the way Dusknoir's expression was one of disbelief and fear. An expression that he didn't know such a heartless monster was able to make.

Pine was about to shout and warn Grovyle about the shadow ball that Dusknoir had quickly sent hurtling towards him, but stopped when Grovyle instantly shot him a venomous glare.

He spun around in mid-air and hit the shadow ball with his leaf blade at an angle, ricocheting it towards a Sableye that had broken off from the group.

Grovyle swung a leg downwards as he fell. Colliding with another Sableye that had just leapt out of a shadow sneak to attack him.

Grovyle landed, slashed the back of the Sableye that missed earlier, and then charged an energy ball. Throwing it at the final sableye that had just thrown his own shadow ball. The two collided with each other right in front of the Sableye. Creating an explosion that launched the Sableye backwards into a tree. Falling to the ground unconscious.

Dusknoir stared at Grovyle in abject terror as he straightened his posture. Taking in, and releasing another deep breath.

Dusknoir steeled his expression and shot forward when Grovyle began to slowly walk towards him.

Dusknoir swung a fist covered in dark flames, a shadow punch, that Grovyle sidestepped, retaliating with an X-scissor.

Several light blue flames surrounded Dusknoir and hurtled themselves to Grovyle as he swung another Shadow Punch at him again. Grovyle jumped towards Dusknoir and grabbed the antenna on his head, Grovyle kicked a leg outward and used his and Dusknoir's momentum to throw Dusknoir forward. Dusknoir, getting hit with the Will-O-Wisp in the process. Grovyle slashed another leaf blade across Dusknoir's chest, while grabbing the orb that he had tossed on the ground earlier. Grovyle held it out in front of him while Dusknoir was reeling from the attack and crushed it in his hand. A gust of wind burst forth from in front of Grovyle and sent Dusknoir hurtling backwards. Slamming into a tree and falling to the ground. Defeated.

Grovyle dropped the pieces of the orb onto the ground and approached Dusknoir. His eye widened as he did so.

Grovyle grabbed Dusknoir by the frills on his neck and raised an arm. His leaves, sharp as swords.

Dusknoir winced as Grovyle hesitated.

The leaves on his arm drooped and softened.

Why wasn't he doing it!?

Grovyle took in another, and released another, deep breath. Dusknoir's eye slowly opened, staring at Grovyle.

He didn't seem tired, why was he doing that?

And why was Celebi covering her mouth with her hands, looking horrified and ready to vomit?

“I know you aren't the same person…” Grovyle growled. He slowly reached forward and held one of his hands against Dusknoir's head. Right above his eye. “But I have wanted to do this for so long.” He said, his words dripping with hate.

“What are you-” Dusknoir began before his eye started staring off into the distance. Wider than Pine had ever seen. His body started shaking.

“No! STOP!” He shouted. Dusknoir's shaking hands shot upward and clasped around Grovyle's entire arm. He looked like he was trying to scream, but couldn't.

Tears immediately started flooding down his face, his body shook like he was experiencing an earthquake. His breathing, quick and short.

This went on for several seconds, before finally, Grovyle let go and took a step back. Dusknoir fell forward onto the ground. Tears falling from his eye. His entire body was shaking. Muttering something that sounded like apologies.

Grovyle stared down at him. His wrathful expression fell into pity.

Grovyle reached forward and started to pull his arm down. Getting caught on something invisible. He slashed downward, seeming to cut through the air and open a passage of time.

Grovyle crouched down in front of the quietly sobbing assassin and began talking.

“Listen closely. Dialga won't kill you for this failure.” Dusknoir lifted his head to look at him. “So long as you describe me as an interloper. Tell him about how I was able to open a passage without a time gear. You, and your Sableye won't be killed.”

Grovyle stood up, and did a motion. A pulse of pink energy fled from his body as he did so.

Pine noticed that the sharp pain in his hand quickly disappeared. He looked down at his hand.

The blood was still all over it, but the wounds he'd created from his grief earlier were completely gone. Replaced with tiny scabs.

Heal pulse?

But that would mean!

Pine's head shot upwards to see the sableye stirring. Pushing themselves off the ground. Muttering in pain as they looked around.

What is he doing!?

“Master Dusknoir!!” One of them shouted.

All of the others sprung into action, sprinting towards Grovyle as they registered what he'd done to Dusknoir.

“SABLEYES!” Dusknoir suddenly shouted as they closed in on Grovyle. They all stopped dead in their tracks.

Dusknoir rose up from the ground. The tears wiped away, and his hands clenched to try to keep them from trembling.

“We are leaving.” He ordered.

The Sableye recoiled in shock. Rising into a cacophony of confused protest.

“Now.” Dusknoir growled loudly. All the Sableye flinched, hesitated for a moment, and one by one entered into the passage. Glaring at Pine's group, at Grovyle, and giving concerned looks to Dusknoir.

Dusknoir moved to enter into the passage, turning his head to look at Grovyle.

“Are you sure that Dialga-” He began, his voice shaking.

Grovyle interrupted by nodding. “He'll make you wish you were dead, but all of you will live.”

Dusknoir stared at him before his vision fell to the ground.

“Okay… Th-… Thank you.” He muttered.

Dusknoir turned and entered into the passage. The passage quickly disappeared after he entered.

A long minute passed as the three stared at Grovyle while he stood in the same spot. Slowly tapping his foot, his unreadable expression shifting rapidly with his eyes shut tight.

“Okaay.” Grovyle broke the silence. He started walking towards his satchel. Keeping his eyes locked onto it. “Well that was fun. Now you three won't-”

“H- How in arceus’ name did you do that?” Celebi asked, her voice quivering in fear.

Grovyle looked at her as he bent down to pick up his satchel. “Ah. Making a time loop is surprisingly easy. And I've had practice breaking them.”

Pine turned his head back and forth to look at the two. “Wait, wait. Time loop? What does that have to do with how Dusknoir acted?” He questioned.

Grovyle made a tsk sound. “Right, you don't know what I did, do you?” Grovyle slung the satchel over his head and paused for a moment. “Well, I just gave Dusknoir the clarity to remember what I did to him.”

Pine recoiled in disgust.

Arceus, he hopes he's not this person.

Grovyle turned his back towards them and slowly started walking back to where he initially opened the passage.

Lilly pulled away from Pine and started following him. Her expression one of determination.

“Alright. I looked pretty far ahead. The timelines where you need to kill your Celebi are so infinitesimally unlikely to happen, that worrying about the possibility would be a waste of breath.”

Grovyle stopped near where he opened the passage.

“Just so you know, this is a one time thing. I'm not going to…” He trailed off when he turned to look at them and noticed Lilly standing next to him.

“... Can I help you?” He asked with a dry bite.

Lilly walked forward and hugged Grovyle. His eyes widened in shock, his mouth hung open, and his arms flung outwards. For a few seconds, he stood there frozen. His eyes rapidly looked at her, and forward, at the ground, at Pine, at Celebi, before finally settling on Lilly.

Grovyle reached down and pushed her away while taking a step back. Lilly looked at him with a dejected expression. Anger rose in Pine's chest as Grovyle stared at her like she had just tried to attack him.

Grovyle's head dropped and he gave an exasperated sigh after a few seconds. He pulled his satchel in front of him and rummaged around inside of it.

Grovyle stepped towards Lilly, crouched down and pulled out a huge apple. His claws pierced into it so he could hold it steady, and offered it to her.

Lilly's face lit up brighter and happier than Pine had ever seen. She shot her little hands out and clasped the sides of the apple that was almost bigger than her head. She shouted something happily to Grovyle before turning and jogging back to Pine and Celebi. Excitedly chattering and laughing in a language that Pine didn't understand.

Grovyle stood back up, a small smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. Grovyle sighed and the smile disappeared. An act.

“As I was saying.” He started. “I'm not going to come back and save you from whatever problems you've got. You're gonna have to figure out a lot of stuff on your own.”

Grovyle turned and did what he had done earlier. His claw getting caught on the air. Only this time, he strained harder. He grabbed the arm that he was cutting the passage open with his other hand and put his entire body into swinging downwards. Cutting open the air and creating a passage. He remained crouched down for a few seconds, panting heavily.

He stood back up and looked at them.

“It won't come easy, but just trust your instincts and you'll survive. Do what comes naturally.” He stepped inside the passage and leaned backwards to look at them. “But for the love of Arceus, Pine. If you are fighting an explorer team with a Pikachu on it; Don't kill either of them.” Pine flinched as Grovyle stared at him for a few seconds.

Grovyle started leaning back in.

“Wait!” Celebi shouted.

Grovyle leaned back out the passage. His brow furrowed. “Make it quick.” He replied.

“Well…” Celebi responded, fidgeting her hands together. “When all this is said and done, could we maybe, talk for a while?”

Grovyle's eyes very slightly softened. He stared at her for a few seconds before narrowing his eyes.

“No.” He said. Completely monotone.

Grovyle leaned back into the passage fully, and it closed before Celebi could say anything more.

#pmd eos #text post #the present is a gift au #pmd #writing #fanfic of a fanfic #fanfic #pmd2 #pokemon #mortality exchange AU #To be clear: This is the same Grovyle from the other two Legend!Grovyle fics i wrote #Legend!Grovyle has only three goals. #1: Dont get attached to anyone. #2: Save every timeline he can. #3: Make absolutely sure that he is the only Grovyle with this curse

[zhvakinnn]

Hello! May I be ⚡ an)on? If that's ok? Anyways! Wondering if I could request a tyler x reader where they thought reader couldn't go to the phantom world but one day while they are there, they are running from a group of Phantoms before a flash bang goes off and reveals reader, holding a machete, and a huge light that was keeping the Phantoms away? You may edit it as you wish! Just keep the basic plot pls! -⚡anon

I was thinking about they flash the light at reader, I don't understand the basic plot but i goggle it (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I'm choosing if i should choose the

while 'you' were running

Or

While' i' was running

Warnings: none ig?

Character: Tyler

G/N reader

Relationship

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

Let's start on how you went to Savannah

You didn't know why you went to Savannah you didn't even have friends but your parents insist you on going there to make friends

But instead of making friends you look like a lost cat

You wonder around the place then you saw a mansion you went close to it trying to peak but ran away when you heard a rattling sound

You panted as you ran when you look back you froze for a moment you scared of the sight, while you stare at it, it suddenly came running towards you, you shriek while holding your arm up in defense

You fell down when you felt it scratch you

That's when a woman came running towards you

"hey! Are you okay?!" A brown haired woman with yellow shirt came running towards you

You look up from her then your arm, you were shock 'i swear i felt it scratch' then you look around but nothing was there it was just you and your embarrassment

Screaming without anyone harming you is kind of embarrassing

You stand up but the woman help you

"yes I'm fine sorry, i just saw snake came but i guess it disappear?" You lied because you always saw in movies they don't believe ghost or monster ti'll they see it in their naked eye she nodded believing it

"hey? Do you have anyone with? Like a friend?.. sorry to say this but ever since you walk out of the bus you look like a loner" you were offended but she's telling the truth anyway

"well yeah I was just force to be here, no friends" you said smiling softly while scratching your nape

You were shock when a hand was Infront of you "well then i will be honored to be your first friend, im Taylor Hernandez, im on the mechanic club" she smiled brightly at you

"oh, well hi Taylor im (name) , and glad to be you're friend" you smiled back as you were about to shake hands a group came running

"hey Taylor everything ok?" "Yeah just them seeing a snake" Taylor and.. tyler the baseball player that you're inlove with

"(name)" you can't help staring at him his so beautiful "(name)?" His brown eyes "(name)!"

You jump all the sudden only for Taylor apologize "oh no need to apologize, sorry i zone out, what are you saying again?"

"oh just introducing them let's start again this is Logan fields the genius of our group friend" she said pointing at the blonde boy with glasses

"and that is Aiden the uh? Hmm the insane one of our group" he yelled a 'hey' making everyone giggle

"and that is Ben the tall one of our friend, Aiden and him are cousins" Ben waved at you and you wave back

"and that is Ashlyn the quite one sorry not sorry" she shrugged it off and just said hi raising her hand

"and last this is-" "oh yeah i remember him being in the baseball club right?" She nodded and telling you their twins

"so that's why you two look alike"

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When on that night you were in a different room all by yourself when you heard a banging you woke up the sky is red you looked out of the window seeing there's already the black monster it bang its head on the window and you search the room you were shock when you saw a machete

'weird but okay?!'

You swing it in its head and they died

You ran into the bathroom wishing this wasn't real you remember you have your phone on the bed

You cursed why didn't you didn't think to get it first

You open the door looking if there is anyone you quickly snatch your phone and went back in the bathroom you tried calling someone but there are no service

'of course there isn't, am i now in the horror movie ' you thought as you look at the time 12:00 for you it was passed by minutes now yet the clock was still 12:00

This made you cry with fear you tried calling for someone out and you just noticed you have a bleeding arm, you remember that from earlier you look for a wrapping bandaid

Once you find on you wrap it

'i knew it i was scratch!'

That's when you felt your body being pulled

You woke up gasping, you look out of the window and regretting it when a bright light came to your face you closed it immediately

They're are many thoughts on your mind but glad that it was a dream, while thinking that you felt something coming out of your throat

After all that vomiting you still felt sick

You kept vomiting then vomiting so you went home, you ask your teacher permission and he agree

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Present time

By the time you made friends with the six but you came more close to Barron

He was sweet and caring and he asked if you could help him do his assignments and you agree only regretting it

"hey Barron i thought im gonna help you but instead you kept playing baseball" you said looking frustrated and scared at the same time

"oh sorry but can you do my assignment i never had baseball before cause my mom always wanted me to study" he looks at you smiling, you only nodded and went to do his assignment and he added his friends assignments too

But day after day he started to get violent kicking you, Punching your gut, beating you up

You didn't dare to confront him you were to scared of him

.

You were at the arcade like Barron said you were meeting up there

"hey (name)! It's nice to see you again after weeks, how come i don't see you around" you saw Taylor and his twin Tyler i mean

You were about to speak up but Barron already pulled you away making tyler glare at him

"heyy (name) who's you're friends" Barron glared back

Then you notice Logan looking worried at you and mouthing 'are you okay?'

"oh i.. i i just met them on the camping, its nice seeing you again you wave goodbye as Barron lay an arm around you

"they're not okay" Logan said looking at everyone then you

Ben might not know you but he was mad whenever he saw someone encounter with Barron

But when they got there you were no where to be seen

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They were now in the phantom realm Logan was at the top of the wall looking out

Ashlyn suddenly said "hey Logan how many phantom are there they kept getting louder"

When Logan looked with his sniper he can see a group of phantom chasing someone

"there's someone there running!" "Someone? Quick put the light on the direction it might be another person!" Ashlyn said as they all climb up because of curiosity but Ashlyn went out to grab you

When Logan put the light he can see a person when all the phantom became a slime you look at the light seeing someone you were happy that you're not alone anymore

Then you felt a hand grab you and ran towards the wall

Once you got inside the wall you Taylor and ben and Logan, Ashlyn and....tyler

'stop with your thoughts (name) its not healthy

.

"how did you get here, how long have you been here, when did you get here"

"calm down Taylor don't ask them many questions" Tyler said as he look at you then looked away

"I got here ever since the field trip then I had a dream well... Now I know it's not a dream then woke up vomiting and this been happening for a few weeks now "

They also explain that's what happened to them

"okay okay now thats done what the hell does Barron have to do to you?" Tyler said changing the topic you let out a small 'oh' before being silent

Logan sigh and look at you "Barron also force me to do his homework and violently beat me up" when you heard that from him you started to open up to them

"just letting you know if Barron came to you again I'll beat the shit out of him" you started to feel the warmth of your cheeks when you heard what tyler said

Who would've thought you would fall for him even though he doesn't know you

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"woah you use machete" Aiden said with a big grin on his face

"well yeah i found this on the room where we slept while having the field trip, weird they have this things"

Ben tapped you then showing you a board "hey (name) question how did you survive these weeks?! I mean you didn't have any light"

"oh! Well we have a Bunker and I hid there with these torche but when im running out of food i decided to run in a market nearby but none was there only finding those creatures and your light lead me here" you explain to them

"but did you know in the human realm you can put anything, anywhere and it will be on the phantom realm like those lights, before we don't have those but them we figured out we can transfer anything in the phantom realm by being in the human realm" you only nodded but still couldn't catch up to what his saying but you get what he was saying

"okay okay how about we get some rest for now, and here eat you said you ran out earlier you must've hungry" tyler said giving you a snack

"whoa this is not like you tyler, where's a grumpy old Tyler" Tyler glared at him like there was flaming fire around him

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You all are quiet while you ate the snack you thank Tyler for it

This tiny things can make your heart jump you were inlove with him but now being this close you were every much now falling and falling inlove

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The next day you we're getting pinned by the wall because you forgot to do his homework and so as your homework

"seriously are you really that dumb?! It was an easy task and you couldn't do it?!"

Barron kicked you gut and you fell on the ground

"if it was an easy task why can't you do it?" You heard a familiar voice you knew that voice, you love that voice

"If it isn't prince charming what your gonna save your helpless s/o" they all laugh as Barron did too you grunt in pain holding your stomach

Tyler saw you then quickly get blocked by Barron when Tyler was about to punch him a teacher appeared out of nowhere making them run

Tyler didn't care he was worried about your situation right now he asked if your okay, you nodded and look at him if you were and emoji you could've have been the emoji with heart eyes

"from now on your sticking with us, were gonna protect you from that maniac like we protected Logan from him" you smiled at him and lead you to the group

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It was months now you were officially their friends

You suddenly didn't regret going to the field trip thought you regret being in the phantom realm but you were also glad you have them

You've been hangout most of the time with the twin their mom loves your company aswell

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"oh hey ty-ty" you said when he sat down next to you

"congrats its been months your now our officially friend" heh right friends...

You two sat there in a comfortable silent while in the background there was a chaos you laugh when Ben suddenly went flying on the spinning thingy

"hey.. i know we don't know each other much but.. nevermind"

"no go on im listening"

" we were classmate ever since grade 6 and we aren't close but ever since we became grade 8 i suddenly catch feelings for you... Even now" you were shock at his words he fell for you ever since grade 8 while you fell for him at first sight

When you were silent Tyler stand up "sorry I just ruined our friendship we just started and I already ruined it im-"

"no.. no Tyler im.. i accepted your confession though i already fall for you ever since grade 6" you grabbed his hand then he sat back again

"really?..." Another silent was made but then tyler held your hand " so does this mean we're you know... Together?" "Well i guess yes" you giggled at him

When his face started to get close you closed your eyes when your foreheads was at each other Aiden suddenly shout

"GET A ROOM"

"SHUT UP!!"

This story doesn't make sense but I hope you liked it🙏🏻

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Written for a @astrangersummer.

What You Need For Today

Week #3 Prompt: Flowers | Word Count: 1400 | Rating: T | POV: Lucas | Pairings: Lucas/Max | Characters: Lucas, Dustin, Steve, Erica, Max | CW: Language | Tags: Post S4, Recovering, Buying Flowers, Dustin Has Opinions (Doesn't He Always), Hospital Visits, Always the Goddamn Babysitter Steve (But He Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way)

Looking through the glass door of the cooler, Dustin at his side, Lucas checks out all his options. They all kind of look the same to him, to be honest. Different colors aside, they are just flowers wrapped in paper or arranged in vases. 

He can't stand here forever, so he opens the door and reaches for the nearest bouquet, one wrapped in a pale blue.

"That looks like it's for a new baby! She didn't have a baby!" Dustin snaps, shoving him out of the way. Lucas moves away from the door, willingly. He isn't sure what he should pick, doesn't have the brain power left to decide, so any help, even if it's just Dustin steamrolling him, will be better than nothing.

Dustin is rifling through the options, touching them all far too rough, and Lucas doesn't want to be associated with this at all. The florist isn't looking, isn't paying any attention to either of them, but Lucas is not in the mood to be yelled at. Not today.

The place has had a steady stream of customers, in and out, and he assumes that's because so many people are still hurt, still grieving, after the town was ripped to shreds. And those who stayed need to do something, anything, to feel like they're helping. And buying flowers, that's normal, a relic remaining from before.

He understands that, deeply.

Dustin is still making a spectacle of choosing, so Lucas looks over his shoulder, and sees Erica sitting on the bench by the door of the shop, feet scuffing against the tile of the floor, ever so slightly. Uncharacteristically quiet. The way she's been since, well, since. He wishes she'd get up and come over and have an opinion just as strong as Dustin's.

Embarrass him, shame him, anything.

But she doesn't.

"You need to get these," Dustin finally declares, picking up a huge bundle of red roses.

"I can't afford those," Lucas hisses, because while he doesn't know the price, he knows they are damn well out of his price range. His allowance is good, but it's not that good.

"Can you put a price on love?" Dustin asks, like it's that simple.

Lucas takes the flowers from him, and puts them back, "Not those. Someday. But not today."

Dustin rolls his eyes, "Fine. Be a dumbass. See if I care."

And Lucas just stares through the glass, again. Still unsure. 

He isn't sure how long he's stood there, mulling, unable to choose, when he hears from behind them, "What are you little dickheads doing here?" 

Oh, thank god. Steve. 

Maybe he can rein in Dustin, or at the very least, distract him.

"What are you doing here?" Dustin crows, like he's caught Steve doing something he shouldn't be. 

"None of your business, you little twerp. And I asked you first," Steve says, and Dustin is getting wound up, Lucas can see it.

"Help me pick flowers for Max," Lucas says in a rush, cutting Dustin off before he has the chance to derail this opportunity.

"Well, you can't go wrong with red roses," Steve says, and Dustin throws his hands up in an 'I told you so' motion. 

That's not enough for Dustin, it never is, he has to rub salt in the wound, given an opportunity, so Dustin adds, "I told you so."

"I know, I know," Lucas says, conceding, "but I don't think that's, uh, exactly, right," Lucas says, "for the…occasion."

And Steve nods, like he's understanding what Lucas is laying down.

"Of course, you're totally right," Steve agrees, arm draped over his shoulders as he's standing next to him, also looking, while Dustin prances around impatiently. 

Lucas is leaning towards the yellow bouquet. It's pretty, and bright, and would really liven up Max's hospital room. Even if she can't see it. Even if she'll never know it's there.

When he brings her red roses, he wants her to know it.

"How about the yellow?" Steve asks, finger pushed against the glass, pointing at the arrangement that Lucas was contemplating.

"That's what I was thinking," Lucas admits, happy to have confirmation that it's a good pick.

"Max will love them," Steve says, and reaches in and plucks them out of the cooler, handing them to Lucas, then demands, "Henderson, go get him a blank get well soon card from the counter."

Dustin grumbles about it, but blunders away.

Once he's gone, Steve's voice is low, "You got enough, Sinclair? If not, I can loan you some cash."

It's nice. Steve is really Dustin's friend. Or even Erica's, in a weird way. But he still shows up when he's needed, and it hasn't gone unnoticed. 

"Thanks, Steve. But I think I do."

And Steve just nods, turning back towards the cooler, reaching in and grabbing a big bundle of the red roses.

Dustin reappears, and they both stare at Steve.

Steve looks back at them, "What are you little shitheads looking at? It's a classic, and I like what I like. You don't mess with what works."

"And red roses? They work?" Lucas asks.

"I told you that, asshole," Dustin says, adding his two cents, yet again. 

"For some occasions they definitely do, but these yellow ones? That's what you need for today," Steve reassures, and Lucas puffs out his chest, feeling happier, more confident about his decision. 

They both pay, and on the way out, Steve stops in front of Erica and pulls one of the roses out of the bouquet in his hand, holding it out for her to take. She rolls her eyes, but gives him a smile, and it's one of the few Lucas has seen her offer up in days, weeks.

Erica takes the rose, and Steve lowers his hand over her head, like he's going to touch her hair. Lucas wouldn't recommend it, but she takes care of herself, like always.

"Watch it, nerd," she says, batting his hand away, and Steve stops short of touching her, but he's made her happy. Lucas can tell, and he wishes he'd have thought of it first. Maybe it wouldn't have been the same, coming from him, her brother. Maybe it had to come from Steve Harrington, the ringleader of her beloved Scoops Troop.

"Good thing you showed up, we need a ride home," Dustin demands, not asking, never asking. 

"Maybe I have other places to be, Henderson. You ever think of that?" Steve snarks at him, holding up the roses, but he still unlocks his car, letting them all inside. Erica puts on her seatbelt beside him in the backseat, clutching the stem of the rose in her hands, looking out the window.

Lucas wonders when, if, things will ever go back to normal.

Dustin and Steve banter in the front seat, lobbing barbs back and forth that are familiar and normal, so Lucas supposes that's a start, at least.

Later that afternoon, Erica standing at his back, Lucas pauses in the doorway of the hospital room, listening to the steady beeps of all the machines keeping Max alive. The vase of yellow flowers in one hand, a new Stephen King book in the other. This time, he checked out Skeleton Crew from the library. It's a short story collection, and he likes the idea of having something new, something fresh, to read to her everyday during visiting hours. 

A new story for a new day.

She's still asleep, body still broken and trying to mend, and it squeezes at his heart. He doesn't know when they'll let her try to wake up. How long it might be, even if it has already felt like forever. Her hair is braided to the side, bold red against the white pillow, and that means El must have been here earlier. 

The vinyl creaks as Erica sits down on the couch behind him. She's been a near constant presence at his side since the Creel house. She goes where he goes, and he honestly has no complaints.

He places the flowers on Max's end table, and scoots the chair up as close to her bed as he can get it. Once he's situated, he cracks open the book, smoothing his hands over the borrowed pages, holding it in his lap, as he begins to read.

"This is what happened. On the night that the worst heat wave in northern New England history finally broke..."

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Notes: The end book snippet is from The Mist, the first entry in Skeleton Crew.

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Nova’s Notes - DD - May 12

Well, dear readers, we’re back with Jonathan in his toils! And, as you may expect, it’s not going well.

He starts off by telling us he needs to separate “bare facts” from his experiences, further confirming that he doesn’t like to write down what he hasn’t confirmed to be true yet. And he’s a lawyer, so that makes sense.

He tells us a series of questions Dracula asked of him that he wants to record, in case it’s useful later. I can’t say enough that Jonathan is truly using all of his wits here!

We also get an insight into Dracula’s plan: he wants more lawyers in different parts of England to direct goods he would like to ship. What exactly these goods are and more precisely, why, is a mystery (I have my theories, but I’ll keep them to myself to remain spoiler-free — and I don’t remember all of the details tbh).

What we do know is that he obviously wants a decentralized network working for him. He doesn’t want one person knowing his business, but rather, wants a few people knowing little pieces of it. However, he gets rid of this idea once Jonathan describes the solicitors as a “system of agency”. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems to me like that’s saying that all of the solicitors work together *on some level* or, at least, know each other and it would simply be easier to just have one guy do it. To me, this says that they regularly chat with one another if Dracula were to do this, they would likely figure something is up.

Whatever it means, it does seem to intimidate Dracula, since the next question he asks is “can I just do it myself” to which Jonathan says “of course!” All of those law books Dracula has been studying seem to come in handy, for he knows the law almost as well as a solicitor. I’m sure it’s not to do anything wrong or illegal….

I also love that even though Jonathan is trying to escape from this man, he still wants to give him honest legal advice, like he makes him clarify his question to lead him in the best way possible. If only Dracula was worthy of that treatment!

However, he’s snapped back to the reality of being a prisoner when Dracula asks him if he has written letters to anyone and basically demands him to stay for a month!!

“What could I do but bow acceptance? It was Mr. Hawkin’s interest; not mine, and I had to think of him, not myself; and besides, while Count Dracula was speaking, there was that in his eyes and in his bearing which made me remember that I was a prisoner, and that if I wished it I could have no choice. The Count saw his victory in my bow, and his mastery in the trouble of my face, for he began at once to use them, but in his own smooth, resistless way”

It’s a sober reminder, but one that bears repeating. Unfortunately, Jonathan has to stay at Castle Dracula. Even with all of the scary things that have happened to him so far, it’s not enough to warrant saying no. Since he went in his boss’s place, it’s even more imperative that he tends to this Count’s every need. If he doesn’t, he’s basically using his boss’s name in a negative way, which is so much worse. Dracula could use this to write a smear campaign against Jonathan AND Mr. Hawkins, and it would work.

There is also the matter that he’s being actively held captive, but I would wager Dracula knows exactly what’s at stake for Jonathan here, and it has nothing to do with locked doors. How would Jonathan be able to work his way up the ladder if he refused to stay and help a wealthy man — his first real client — for a month? Jonathan could tell anyone he wanted about thrown mirrors and locked doors, but he would likely just get told he made it up or be labeled as “indiscreet” because hey, the rich clients are eccentric and can do what they want, right? So what if you were almost attacked? It’s harrowing how relatable this kind of situation still is hundreds of years later. Dracula may be a vampire, but that’s not the only type of horror we get in this story.

After Jonathan agrees, Dracula then asks commands him to write three more letters but only about business stuff, please? Jonathan immediately knows he needs to write formally for Dracula’s sake and then write more in secret, especially to Mina in their shorthand code (hooray for the nerds!). He only uses *two* of the letters — I bet he stashed the third to use for Mina — and then observes Dracula writing a few of his own.

Jonathan does not miss his chance to read Dracula’s letters when he leaves and

“felt no compunction in doing so, for under the circumstances I felt that I should protect myself in every way I could.”

I love that he doesn’t feel any qualms about doing this. He shouldn’t. He’s being held hostage and now told he has to stay for another month. Most protagonists of this era would likely balk at the very idea of snooping through mail and I’m sure Jonathan would too most of the time, but this isn’t any other time. Jonathan knows he has to do this for his own safety.

He’s only able to discover names and addresses before Drac comes back. Whether these are important or not, I won’t say, but they are likely a part of Dracula’s larger plan. Jonathan is meticulous in putting everything back as it was before, showing his attention to detail.

We then get an ominous warning from Dracula to Jonathan not to sleep outside of his room at night or else…thanks for that positivity! /s

Jonathan refers to keeping the crucifix at his headboard. He says he’s not worried about sleeping in a Dracula-free zone, but…I do think he’s worried Dracula or maybe someone else is going to attack him in his sleep, because why would he keep it so close otherwise? Also, he says he sleeps better with less dreams, so the queer paprika dreams are back y’all, but this time, no paprika. :(

We also learn he seems to take comfort in looking at nature, as that is what he does to calm his nerves. Bad news: this is already taking a toll on his fear levels and he’s less than a week in.

Worse news: Jonathan sees Dracula use Lizard ModeTM for the first time! He recognizes him by his hands (quite observant of him) and notices he’s barefoot (ew Dracula, put the grippers away!!!).

That causes Jonathan to call him a “creature” for the first time and worry there really is no escape for him. He ends his entry “encompassed with terrors that [he] dare not think of…”

Again, I feel for him here. How would you react to seeing your host crawl like a lizard around his castle? Personally speaking, I would not take it well. This is the most hopeless we’ve heard him so far, and I’m sad to say he doesn’t mention Mina to bring him out of it. I’m so sorry, good friend Jonathan. Looks like your business trip is not going too well, after all.

#dracula daily #dracula #jonathan harker #count dracula #may 12th #long post #novas notes

[teethhoarder]

- blood letting -

I don't know if I posted this here, but I drew this when I was having some trouble with being used as a human pin cushion by the NHS. seems like I'm fine now so all that was for nothing according to them. anyway. thought I'd share it

#vent #needles #tw #tw needles #tw blood #you know when you kind of wish there's something wrong #so that this would have all been for a reason #my rbc is still high along with other things #but they're saying there's nothing to worry about #so. #sigh.

[dreamsy990]

something about the erasure of platonic love in fandom bothers me. maybe its just that im aroace, maybe i just dont 'get' the differences between loving and being in love. but it bothers me.

#are you in love with the friend you hold when they cry #are you in love when you smile whenever you see someone #are you in love when you wish they were by your side because they always make you laugh #where is the boundary. where does love turn into something more #is it not knowing what youd do without them? #is it devotion? is it wanting the world and more for someone? #do you just know? is it a gut feeling? #i dont know and i probably wont ever know #but i think people see romance as something far more universal than it really is #anyways. bonus points if one of the characters is a minor i see that more than i should #not saying its inherently wrong to ship these kinds of characters also #its literally fine do what you want #i just think. maybe not everything has to be romantic #doodles #this is probably my hottest take ngl

[anglerflsh]

wow ive been kind of off lately I should take a day to rest an[explosion]

#[.art] #self #complaining tag #I'm good. I needed to draw about it but I'm good. it's fine. whatever #love it when I barely ask you for money to Live outside of gifts and 30 a month. and then you withold the gift SOMEONE ELSE GAVE ME #that's fine it's totally not as if I told you I need that money before. and you decided I was a bit too mean #about you compiling a document I Need To in order to keep the room and board in the place I am living in. by the way #she proceeded to change topic completely to the weather and forget about anything ive told her on the clothes I have here #or about the courses I follow. she takes notes for my sister's classes but cannot be bothered to remember i dont have exams in april #that's fineeee it's fine. it's fine. I know my sistser needs the help and I don't. I would rather die than ask for her help anyways #you can at least pretend to forget about both of us equally instead of telling me I should graduate in two years because im smart enough #which I am not. by the way. At least when I will fail at something I'll have the opportunity to tell her I told you so thank god #dont get me wrong i know her giving me compliments is a good thing I just sort of wish the were things actually about me #and not about the idea she has about me being some kind of prodigy that's simply too lazy to actually be exceptional. anyways

[termagax]

u know at the beginning i kind of thought kfp4 was gonna do something with shifus whole. deal. but they didnt like at all which is a shame

#the plot was extreeeemely thin and formulaic as it stands imo #kind of held together by the strength of the action sequences which i liked #but idk it just felt weird that po said an objectively correct thing (why isnt shifu the spiritual leader hes clearly better at it #) and i kind of expected that shifu would have something to do where he learns not to be so. idk #i guess faith in his own judgement rather than like. just kind of Accepting His Destiny or whatever. they make gags about how #hes clearly kind of upset about this whole thing #especially with tai lung having a speaking role its just like. well i wish shifu was here so you guys could talk this out #given how the idea of destiny kind of shapes their worldviews #i think what i wouldve done is a destiny is not so set in stone thing #bring shifu on the quest but when po has his vision he sees zhen betray him and decides to trust her anyways while shifu advises against it #because The Universe Said So and po is like what if..the universe is wrong. or what if we can change its mind :D she seems like a good kid #maybe she just needs some good influences :D and shifu is like -'_- thats fucking stupid po <- thinking abt his shitty son #and maybeeee they could even have tai lung be more involved in the latter half because his dad is here. and they can talk #idk i dont know if this is anything i just kind of wish the movie was giving More

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

'yandere sebastian' 'yandere abigail' 'yandere wizard' give me yandere clint 🖐✊🖐✊

#random thoughts #stardew valley #love the idea of a clint who slowly loses interest in emily and starts fixating on the farmer #it wouldn't get violent so not REALLY a yandere he just gets kinda stalker-y and really passive-aggressive #about you talking to and romancing other people #i just wish more stardew mods kept the original kind of asshole-y personalities of the nonromancable characters #don't make morris a sympathetic guy whose dad died and he's 'just following orders' give me reasons WHY he thinks pelican town sucks #and make me be able to kiss him anyway #a character doesn't need to be morally good for me to understand their motivations!!! #GIVE ME ASSHOLE WIZARD!!! #actually you know what i love the idea of clint killing someone and immediately regretting it #like in a heat of the moment 'my crush's spouse is arguing with me while im forging and well.' #'i got mad and i had a hammer' #immediately freaks out but OBVIOUSLY he can't go to harvey about this!!! #so he takes the body (were they still breathing? he was so freaked out he can't remember anymore and he hates it) #and buries it in the grove of trees behind his house where you get that one statue #goes inside and cries himself to sleep or smth #gets all jumpy for a while until you trigger his next heart event #when you go to his shop while he's visibly upset and he's like #'would you still like me even if i did something really wrong? would we still be friends?' #and depending on how you answer he either gets moderately back to normal or kills himself #the ghost of your spouse starts haunting him btw. visible only to him #you can see inside his house before you enter during the cutscene and you (the player) can see the ghost #but when you go inside it's gone #if he kills himself you find a note saying to check out back to see what he did #my guilty pleasure is really fucking edgy character mods can you tell #anyway if you get married and have a kid after this the kid has your deceased spouse's name by default <3

[good-beans]

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#not really a vent - just a quick thought before i sleep but like. #i keep thinking about that post #theres no way ill find it now but the gist was that 'joy is a warning bell to neurodivergent brains' #and how when we feel joy it means we've loosened up and that always leads to a problem -- #whether its getting to be Too Much or saying the wrong thing or even just getting physically loose and clumsy #but it conditions the brain to see joy as something to fear #because relaxing means we're about to fuck something up #and ive been doing so well this year keeping up with and calling people #ive felt more social lately #literally everyone has been so incredibly kind to me and i want to express how grateful i am and how much i love you all #but every time i try to i get so choked up with fear #with each wave of happiness comes one of chest-squeezing fear #im not super upset or anything (its nice to know why its happening) i just wish i knew how to unlearn it ya know 🤷‍♀️ #thats all - time to sleep #its so late -_- #awww its my pals birthday now!! earth day birthday :') too late rn but ill text him when i get up #rose rambles