#/ linda want to apologize too upset to do so

[ask-the-shiny-pokemons]

"..." There's no response. Linda become upset and speechless after that.

Soon, she heard a steps and sees a familiar face...

greedentstripes asked

(Nick to Linda) What does C stand for? Is it your first initial?

“Stupid Greedent... YOU DON’T KNOW CHEREN HIGH??? It’s a famous school in Unova! It is named after a human who was also a Normal-type Gym Leader!!! My species are also part Normal-type! Ugh...!!!” She screams at Nick, because she does not know that school is not really famous at all.

“WH-what am I doing??? I’m gonna make little fella cry…” She did realize what she did because screaming isn't an option to explain.

[ @greedentstripes ]

[golden--doodler]

Linda's parents suck.

Like, really suck.

Definitely not an original thought in the slightest, but I feel like the way the show portrays Gloria and Al is really interesting. They're an example of abusive parents being portrayed in a more subtle, realistic way, which almost makes them feel even worse than if their portrayal was obvious and over-the-top.

Starting with Gloria, because she's definitely the worse of the two. She constantly gaslights Linda all the time, and never feels remorse about it, or even acknowledges her own behavior. The best example of this behavior is the Season 11 episode "The Terminalator II: Terminals of Endearment", where she literally forces Linda and the rest of the family to buy cream for Al, one that he doesn't even end up needing, mind you. The airport is also pretty far, so the drive over must've not been very fun (Bob has even stated on one occasion that it's difficult to drive for a long time with everyone because they all end up getting each other carsick).

Apparently, one time in the past, Gloria straight-up stole Linda's phone charger and refuses to admit she did it. Even when Bob is confronting her and becomes rightfully upset, she doesn't say anything about it. This leads to Linda saying that Gloria didn't do anything, even when the signs are extremely obvious that she did. And just in general, everything the family went through that day just to gather Gloria and Al in one place was a complete nightmare, because Gloria kept getting sidetracked and doing things like going on the wrong tram. It's no wonder that Bob went on a whole rant about Linda's parents not deserving her and her generosity.

There's also the fact that Gloria lied to Gayle about her goldfish being immortal, forcing Linda to keep up the lie too and to be on the receiving end of Gayle's outburst when she inevitably found out the truth. In general, she's very enabling of Gayle, pretty much letting Gayle do whatever she wants and not being very helpful in terms of Gayle's behavior. This must've led to Linda having to be a parent to Gayle growing up and also gave Gayle the impression that she can just do whatever around Linda.

And during her first appearance in "Crawl Space", she's really not much better. All she does is criticize Bob and is just no help whatsoever. You can't really blame Bob for wanting to stay in there instead of spending time with her. Not to mention that she and Al literally had sex presumably knowing that their grandchildren could hear them. Gene even recorded them and got in trouble for it.

Al isn't much better than Gloria. While he isn't as horrible, he's very enabling of Gloria and doesn't do anything to stop her or encourage her to be better. Not to mention that because he's hard of hearing, he has difficulty communicating. He just seems like a distant sort of guy, and one has to wonder how present of a father he was during Linda and Gayle's childhoods.

Gloria and Al also don't really acknowledge their grandchildren that much, and Tina, Gene, and Louise definitely don't have a good opinion of them. It doesn't seem they spend many of the major holidays together, either--it feels like they've seen more of Big Bob than them despite Bob's strained relationship with Big Bob. Or at least, it's obvious they have a better relationship with Big Bob. It's just interesting how Gloria's awfulness is very realistic, just doing little things and refusing to acknowledge her own wrongdoing, leading to Linda always being the one to apologize even when it's not necessary. And Al just doesn't do much at all, which is bad, too.

Linda deserves better parents, or at least her current ones really need to shape up. It's probably not too late for Al.

[deadendtracks]

The property scene??

When he says, "no one touches my property", it seems also about the ongoing apprehension he has for the loss of his throne (I believe he feels that his family only values him for his throne and also he earned it).

But why did he start the conversation with "you belong to me" as Mosley was not in picture at that time, and it's not like Lizzie's reason of leaving had any tint of infidelity...was it because he felt a need to mark everything as his earned? Or he had a slight fear of her leaving as someone trusted would betray him? Or something else?

I talked a little bit about that general idea (not necessarily the loss of his throne, but feeling out of control of everything in his life) in my recent response to an ask about the "when you marry a Shelby you stay married" line.

Apologies, this got really rambling and long.

When I was thinking about how to respond in a way that might say something new I realized I couldn't remember the wider context of the episode and wanted to get a better understanding of it. Too often we discuss scenes like this in a vacuum (myself included), so here's everything that leads up to it -- and note all of this happens in one day:

The episode starts off with the confrontation at the orphanage. I've always found this scene interesting because it isn't ever referred to again and doesn't have an obvious connection to anything else. I have ideas about that, but they're for another post.

Next is the scene where there is tension between Tommy and Polly and Michael over Michael's losing the family fortune. Tommy asks Polly to go placate Aberama in the hospital and orders Michael to come with him to London.

Tommy brings Michael and Arthur to his meeting with Mosley -- which is very, very weird, especially when you remember he brought his sister to their first meeting. It shows how nervous he is about being in a room alone with Mosley. Both Michael and Arthur pick up on it even before Mosley arrives. Mosley sees right through his strategy, performs some fairly obvious dominance displays (watch what he does with his cigarette) toys with them all, implies Linda is sleeping with another man to enrage Arthur, and gives Tommy an invitation to join his fascist party.

Tommy, Michael and Arthur meet with Ben Younger. Tommy continues his earlier poking at Michael, who suggests he see a psychiatrist to dig out all the shit in his head. I've posted before about how desperately Tommy wants Younger's help with Mosley, though in typical Tommy fashion it's hard to tell unless you're paying attention.

Tommy returns home to find Johnny Dogs fucking a maid, and then Johnny tells him that Polly has helped Aberama leave the hospital to pursue his vengeance on the Billy Boys, exactly the opposite of what Tommy asked her to do. This of course upsets his plan to use the Billy Boys against Mosley, which Mosley had already called him out on.

Tommy meets Jessie Eden at the Garrison. By time she arrives he's obviously drunk, which is pretty unusual for Tommy. She pushes him on speaking at a Communist rally, which he can't do because (and this is mostly implied though it's pretty clear) he's already decided to inform on Mosley, which requires him to join the fascists. He makes his drunk little speech about champagne bubbles and pulling yourself up by your bootstraps. There's a lot going on internally there, but he's fucked up enough that Jessie Eden asks if he's okay. He reacts by clumsily propositioning her --which I think was more about driving her away than actual interest -- and then hallucinating Grace after she leaves.

It's only *then* that he goes home (again), and shows up still drunk to find Lizzie waiting for him. He says Frances told him she'd made a phone call (and I think it's implied he knows what it was about) and then Lizzie tells him about calling the solicitor in London to divorce him, but changing her mind.

So not only has he had about 45 stressful meetings that day, but he's driven back and forth to London and Birmingham. It's a completely bonkers schedule when you look at it. And if you look at the context of those meetings, you start to see a pattern: No one will do what he's asked them to do. Echoes of him yelling about how no one listens to him.

Polly defies his request for her to make sure Aberama doesn't fly off the handle, Arthur loses his shit about Linda in front of Mosley, Michael calls him paranoid and crazy in front of Ben Younger, Johnny Dogs is fucking one of his maids in his library. All of this in the context of a day started with a meeting about children being abused where he reacts very uncharacteristically (as if triggered by it) and a meeting with Mosley where he's clearly freaking the fuck out. Then Jessie Eden has the audacity to ask if he's okay, and he comes home to (presumably) learn from Frances that Lizzie had called a solicitor in order to leave him.

I'm not suggesting all of his behavior in this episode is justified, just setting the scene. Because I think a lot of people interpret the "my property" line as being purely about Tommy being possessive of Lizzie in a more straightforward "jealous lover" way. But as you've pointed out, we've never seen a hint of Lizzie being interested in someone else, and Mosley has yet to tell Tommy about knowing her. Not that this is required for someone to be controllingly jealous, of course. But in this case I do think the context is important to understanding it.

The line is said in response to her talking about his infidelities (and there's a whole other meta about that, because there really isn't much evidence he is fucking anyone else in s5 and I think it's entirely possible Lizzie thought it was him fucking the maids when it was Johnny). Then she asks him to let her into his head.

His response to this is interesting as well, in the context of the episode. He agrees, and echoing Michael's language, says "To clear it out, that what needs clearing out." Which suggests everything that happened earlier in the episode is present in this scene.

The other thing is that he doesn't only say that she's his property, he goes on to say that everything is mine. Not just Lizzie, everything. And again this is fairly uncharacteristic of him.

To me, this is very much about a guy who sees his life and all of his plans spiraling out of control -- who has no control over anyone at all ("there's a general lack of discipline in this fucking company" as he tells Polly in s3). Polly has seemingly betrayed him -- siding with Michael, who lost the company fortune, then helping Aberama spoil Tommy's plans for the Billy Boys. He thinks Michael is after his "throne." He can't count on Arthur not to fly off the handle when he's supposed to be acting as intimidation towards Mosley. Implied in all of this (and I think it comes out later when he talks about marrying a Shelby) is that Linda too has betrayed him by leaving Arthur -- therefore leaving Tommy to deal with Arthur, leaving Arthur destabilized. @holyfoal has talked about this point I think.

It's also important that Lizzie explicitly mentions that one of the factors in her decision to stay was their sexual relationship. "I touch myself but it's you... this, always."

Oh a last point is that hallucination of Grace talking about breaking his heart -- you could definitely look at what he says to Lizzie as being about fear of losing her like he lost Grace, as well.

Oof. Sorry. This is way too unfocused and lacking in any actual conclusions. There's definitely something here that I'm not quite getting at underneath everything going on in this episode, and I have ideas about it but need to think it through more.

[br1ghtestlight]

i feel like when bob's mom died he was probably like eleven and it was traumatic for him and his dad (like imagine how gene would feel if linda died, and its implied that bob and his mom were close too) but big bob and probably bob too are just not people who express their emotions openly!!! in the flashback episode where bob is fourteen he raises his voice the tiniest bit and then apologizes for getting so excited like he just doesn't express his emotions openly and i relate to that LOL i get the feeling that big bob didn't really like talking or thinking about his wife after she died (i mean we know canonically he left her out of stories that he told to bob and avoided her in conversations) and both him and bob probably processed their grief and trauma surrounding her by going "we just won't think about it or talk about her let's pretend she never existed" and its probably also true that bob learned pretty quickly that if he talks about his mom it will make other people sad and feel bad for him, and he knows that talking about his mom makes his dad sad so he doesn't do it anymore and by fourteen he's pretty good at acting like she never existed (i never lost someone close to me and definitely not that young but i can't imagine moving on from losing your mother who you had a close relationship with in like two or three years at that age??? but he seems like he's doing okay in that episode) that could ask explain why he almost never talks about her or tells stories, and why he didn't visit her grave for literal decades (obviously bcuz he was busy with his family and stuff but i get the feeling that he didn't like thinking about it bcuz it made him feel bad) so that lead to an environment where bob couldn't talk about his mom with his dad, and he couldn't talk about her with anyone else bcuz it made them sad and he didn't really like thinking about her bcuz he got sad whenever he thought about her, but as he told big bob in that one episode he likes talking abt her and yeah it makes him sad but it also makes him happy, because they're remembering and talking about her :) imo it would've been traumatic for bob to lose his mom regardless of how she died bcuz she was young like she would've been in her 30s or 40s and people that age don't typically die of natural causes, she probably either got into a car accident and died suddenly or had cancer/another terminal illness and died in a hospital over a longer period of time (which would make sense bcuz bob hates hospitals i think??) but either way that would be very traumatic for bob as a tiny child to watch his mother die and go to her funeral ALSO it seems like big bob is more willing to talk abt his wife with people who never knew her like the kids vs bob because he didn't want to make bob sad by causing him to think about her, so i think big bob came from a good place of not wanting to upset bob or make him miss her or make him sad by reminding him of her but i dont think avoiding talking about someone is the best way to grieve and cope with their death tbh it was probably just traumatic for both of them

[maximoffwitch]

The Wake Up Call She Needed

pairing: emily prentiss x reader

warnings: slight angst and arguing

summary: emily’s new unit chief position is taking a toll on your relationship

a/n: my first fic posted here! i’m still setting up the rest of my blog so stay tuned for some more stories (criminal minds & marvel rn)

“You ready?” you asked, entering your girlfriend’s office.

Emily looked up from the files she was reading with an apologetic look on her face. Before she could even say anything, you cut her off.

“Seriously, Em? Again?”

This hadn’t been the first time Emily had to cancel one of your date nights for work. Usually, you were understanding, considering you were a BAU agent yourself, but ever since your girlfriend became unit chief, you’ve been seeing less and less of her.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N),” Emily apologized earnestly, “but Barnes demanded these papers on her desk by midnight tonight.”

“What? Are we in high school?” you chuckled sardonically. “You know it’s been weeks, if not months, since we’ve had a night to ourselves.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” she repeated, moving to stand in front of you, but by now her apologies meant little to you, “but I can’t do anything about it.”

“You’ve really changed,” you lowered your voice, as you could feel the rest of the team’s eyes on you through the blinds.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You should’ve known that based on her tone that this wasn’t going to end well, but you were too upset and tired to care.

“What I mean is that,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair, “ever since you became unit chief, you’ve become this different person.”

“I thought you were okay with me taking this position,” Emily argued. “You even encouraged me.”

“Yeah, I did, because you deserve it,” you replied sincerely, frustration still evident in your voice. “But I didn’t think you’d turn into a person I barely recognize.”

Emily parted her lips at a loss for words.

“The Emily Prentiss I know would tell Linda Barnes that she can have those papers first thing Monday morning so that she can spend some needed and well deserved time with her girlfriend,” you ranted. “I understand your workload, Em, I really do, and I know how much the team needs you, but I need you too.”

Emily bit her lip and looked down at her feet, feeling the shame take over her body. Before she could respond, a knock on the door interrupted you two.

“Agent Prentiss,” Linda Barnes stepped through the door and into the office, “may I speak with you?”

Glancing at you briefly, she added, “privately.”

You went to stand up for yourself, wanting to tell her that you were in the middle of an important conversation, but Emily spoke for you, “Of course, ma’am. Agent (Y/L/N) was just leaving.”

“Right,” you scoffed under your breath, pursing your lips. “I’ll see you Monday, Unit Chief Prentiss.”

You emphasized her official title, one that you rarely used, to convey your annoyance. Emily was smart; she would figure out that you wouldn’t be coming home tonight, most likely spending the weekend at Penlope’s.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you missed Emily’s longing eyes following you out.

As you stormed through the bullpen, heading towards Garcia’s bat cave, Spencer called out, “Everything alright, (Y/N)?”

“Not now, Reid,” you shook your head, as you tried to hide the tears pooling in your eyes.

You arrived in the doorway of your best friend’s office, the tears fully streaming down your face, the frustration you’d been bottling up finally boiling over.

“Can I stay at your place for the weekend?”

Looking up from her screen, Penelope immediately softened at the sight of you crying. “Oh, sweet cheeks, of course. Come here.”

You collapsed in her arms, letting the sobs overtake your body.

“Shh,” she cooed and rubbed soothing circles on your back. “Come on, let’s get out of here and you can tell me what happened over a bottle of wine and a pint of ice cream. Sound like a plan?”

“That sounds good,” you gave her a small smile. “Thanks, Pen.”

“Anytime, love bug,” she pinched your cheek, as she gathered her stuff, and the two of you made your way out of Quantico.

Meanwhile, after Linda Barnes exited her office, Emily collapsed into her chair, dropping her head into her hands.

Your argument replayed in her mind, and she was embarrassed to admit that you were right. Ever since she became unit chief, the two of you had spent less and less time together, at least time away from cases.

“Hey,” JJ entered hesitantly, “everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Emily sighed, lifting her head with a forced smile.

“Emily, I know when you’re lying,” JJ took a seat in one of the chairs across from the other woman. “I also know that you and (Y/N) just had an argument and that she stormed out of here. So if you wanna talk about it…”

Emily picked at her nails, trying to gather her thoughts.

“We got into a fight over me being Unit Chief,” she admitted. “I’ve been spending so much time at work that I’ve been neglecting my duties as a girlfriend.”

JJ nodded knowingly, causing Emily to narrow her eyebrows.

“You don’t look so surprised.”

“Well, (Y/N) may have complained to me about it,” JJ admitted. “And it’s not like the rest of us haven’t noticed either.”

“What does that mean?” Emily titled her head. “Are my relationship problems so obvious to everyone?”

“No, of course not,” the blonde reassured. “I just meant…when’s the last time you came to a girls’ night or a dinner at Rossi’s?”

Emily took a moment to think about it before wincing.

Seeing the realization take over her friend’s face, JJ spoke up, “Emily, we all know, including (Y/N) how much this job requires of you, especially now that you’re our Unit Chief, but you’re also our friend and (Y/N)’s girlfriend.”

“Thanks, Jayje,” Emily said appreciatively. Looking down at the paperwork in front of her, she made the decision that you were more important than some silly old reports, especially ones Linda Barnes wanted.

“I gotta go talk to her,” she immediately stood up, grabbing her coat and bag.

“I think she went over to Penelope’s,” JJ informed.

Emily shot her a grateful smile, as she exited her office.

Speeding over to Penelope’s apartment, Emily rehearsed in her head what she was gonna say to you.

The buzz of the doorbell caused you and Penelope to halt your giggling and pause the TV.

“That must be the pizza,” the blonde chirped. “I’ll get it, don’t worry.”

As she swung open the door, the smile on her face was quickly replaced with a scowl.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here, Emily Prentiss,” Penelope harshly whispered.

“I know, Pen, but I really need to talk to (Y/N),” Emily explained, desperation written all over her face.

“No,” Penelope asserted. “Do you know how badly you hurt her? Just give her this weekend and you guys can talk on—“

“Pen, what’s taking so long?” you asked, as you approached her, stopping as soon as you see your girlfriend standing in the door. “Oh.”

“Hey,” Emily sheepishly greeted. “Can we talk?”

“What about your paperwork?” you retorted.

Penelope whipped around, her eyes wide, “(Y/N)! I told her to leave but—“

“Penelope, it’s alright,” you squeezed her arm assuringly. “Thank you.”

Looking at Emily, you motioned your head behind her, “Let’s talk outside.”

The two of you moved to sit on the front porch, a moment of silence passing between you.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” Emily whispered, still staring out into darkness of the night. “I’ve been a terrible girlfriend lately, and I’m sorry. You’ve been nothing but supportive these last couple of months, and I’ve just turned into this monster workaholic.”

Emily’s voice began to crack, as she quickly tried to wipe away the tears that were beginning to form.

“Emily, look at me,” with one hand, you gently lifted her chin so she could meet your eyes, and grasped her hand with the other. “You are in no way a monster, alright?”

Emily nodded with a sniffle.

“A workaholic on the other hand…” you trailed off, causing the both of you to share a small chuckle.

“Look, Em,” you sighed, as you ran your thumb over her knuckles, “this job is important, to the both of us, but at the end of the day, we,” you leaned forward to connect your foreheads, “are more important.”

“I know,” Emily breathed, “and I’m sorry that I’ve been too wrapped up in work to remember that. I’ve been so worried about trying not to disappoint you guys and fill Hotch’s shoes that I guess I forgot to be Emily.”

“You don’t need to be anybody but yourself, babe,” you cupped her face to wipe her tears. “We are proud to have you as our lead and to be your team. I’m so proud of you, alright? I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Emily leaned forward to connect your lips for a brief but tender kiss. “And I promise to be better, to make more time for us.”

“All I can ask is that you try, Em.”

“Well, I’ve already ditched the work Barnes gave me, so how about we go home and spend the weekend together?” Emily proposed, the light having returned to her eyes.

“I’d love that,” you beamed, bringing her in for another kiss.

A bright flash and a clicking noise caused the two of you to pull apart. Turning around, you saw Penelope standing there with her phone, taking a picture of you and Emily.

“Oops,” she gave you a sheepish look, “sorry. I was just letting the team know that the office OTP has made up.”

You looked at your girlfriend, as the you both were trying to conceal your laughter.

“Come on,” Emily said, squeezing your knee before taking your hand, “let’s go home.”

As your girlfriend helped you stand up, you turned back to your best friend, “Thank you, Penelope, truly.”

“Of course, (Y/N),” Penelope nodded knowingly.

Before you got into Emily’s car, you called back to Penelope, “Oh, and Pen?”

“Yeah?”

“Send me that picture, will you?”

“Duh!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the other woman, as you climbed into car.

“You ready for a weekend to ourselves?” Emily looked at you with a smirk, starting the engine.

“I can’t wait.”

[regrettablewritings]

Hi!😁 I'll give you another ship with my dear Lucifer morningstar from Lucifer cuz as it turns out I'm a hoe for a lot of characters but what can ya do? Thank you!

Aw hell yii, somebody's talkin' my lingo! 😎

Who the fuck put the Peeps in the microwave?: Lucifer. And no, it's not because he actually likes them or is curious about what would happen; he's seen plenty of Youtube videos enough to know exactly what happens. No . . . It's far more malicious . . . Generally speaking, you don't like the constant comparison of cats to the devil. But after getting to actually meet The Devil, you think that those believers might be on to something. Lucifer's whorey ways bleeds into his need for attention like red bleeds into white in the wash, and he's completely shameless about it. For example, if he feels like you may be focusing too much on work or, gasp, other people besides him, you run the risk of encountering a very . . . mischievous Luci. Not that he's not already a prankster, but he somehow becomes a bit more childish. Catlike in some respects. He puts your mugs up higher than what you can normally reach without having to climb on the countertop. He joins you at your kitchen table while you're reading over files for work and puts on his most angelic face, insisting he just wants to keep you company and will be as quiet as vermin in Dear Old Dad's house . . . then proceed to obnoxiously click a pen while pretending to solve a word problem, or eat cheese puffs obnoxiously loud. And then . . . the Peeps: The absolute prettyboy bastard used your microwave as a casualty of war, plopping the unplated, mutant-colored marshmallows directly on the glass and letting them go. To be fair, it technically didn't ruin anything. But at least he had your attention now -- because after fussing at him for making a mess, you were currently supervising him scrubbing not only the effected areas of the glass dish, but the rest of the microwave as well. Unfortunately, you can't say a lesson was really learned because now Luci knows that if he wants to get a rise out of you, what he needs is a bunch of candies from the bargain bin.

Who forgot to put the cat out before sex?: It's not that either of you forgot the cat was there -- it was that Lucifer wanted the bloody animal to give the both of you some privacy. And because Lucifer forgot the cat was there. He was simply too busy embracing you in a liplock and laying you down on the couch to notice the glaring eyes of the cat you had rescued from the shelter. Thankfully, you two didn't get very far before the lovingly-named Lucipurr released a meow, indicating that he had become flesh and bone in the few hours it had been since you'd last fed him. Suffice to say, after a startled Lucifer flung himself off of you and onto the floor, nearly breaking his ass on the coffee table (and the laughing fit that had induced on your end), the mood was killed. For the next fifteen minutes, that is. The next time he tried anything, Lucifer made sure that his efforts would be continued in the bedroom (but not before he did a complete check of every nook and cranny in there to make sure the furry bastard wasn't trying anything).

Who posts Vines/TikToks of the other doing embarrassing shit?: Lucifer absolutely lacks boundaries. The moment he discovered smartphones, social media, and all their potential, he was all in and recording as many videos of friends and coworkers as he could in as many awkward or unideal situations as they came. You felt bad for Dan being his constant target, but you were somewhat sure that Dan felt bad for you in a way: After all, you were dating the freaking guy and yet Lucifer had few qualms about posting a video of you, drunkenly singing karaoke in what was supposed to be a private room? Harsh.

Who breaks the most phones?: Lucifer does. He's not necessarily careless, but his part-time occupation does lead him to circumstances that tend to put his phone in danger. You, Chloe, Dan, literally everyone has told him to just leave his phone in the car if he's going to get it broken that often while on the job, but the dumbass never learns. Not that he really seems to care all that much: With his wealth, he can always buy a new one. Though, the only times he gets frustrated is when photos or videos don't quite make it to the transfer and things get lost along the way. Funny photos, suggestive videos, photos and videos of you . . . Photos and videos of you being funny or suggestive . . . Downright pornographic videos he had recorded of you -- Though don't worry: He's sure you'll be more than happy to help recreate the latter. He'd gladly help you . . .

Who dies first?: It should go without saying. It really should. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. Lucifer was always one to get caught up in his indulgences, after all: Somewhere along the way, he must've gotten too swept up in the thrill, the feeling of adoration. He tells himself this but it's really just denial. Closer to the truth is that it all really was just denial: He denied the idea that you would ever leave him, that you would ever die. Luci was never good with his own thoughts and feelings, but the way you made him feel was nearly enough to convince him that, in some way, you would just plain live forever. But of course, this was not the case: It didn't matter that you were fantastical enough to love and be loved by the Devil; you were still very much a human. Very much mortal. So susceptible to things like time and illness and injury. Lucifer was the King of Indulgences. It was extremely rare for him to experience regret. But when your time inevitably ran out, remorse filled him like smoke filled his lungs with every cigarette he ran through from the moment your funeral arrangements were decided. He could never regret knowing you, as much as part of him thought doing so would spare him this pain. He tried to think of how much better he might've been had he never met you, and it always felt like he was stuck in his own personal Hell Loop with everything going wrong over and over no matter how hard he tried to change it. He regretted that for as much time as he lived up with you, he felt like he didn't use nearly enough of that time to just . . . enjoy you. You in your mortality, your fleeting beauty and love that would nonetheless haunt him for however long he might go on for. So maybe . . . for eternity? This didn't feel like his own personal Hell Loop: This was his own personal Hell Loop. And until he learned to forgive himself, it would never end. So he'd be stuck here for maybe . . . eternity.

Which one I could see as being lactose intolerant: Neither. Unless they get brought down to mortal enough, Celestials generally don't suffer ailments, let alone from things like food allergies.

Who thinks they can do something really well even though they can't?: Lucifer . . . It's not that he's not smart. But by Dad, he is lacking in so much self-awareness that it can be maddening. He thinks he's pretty good at following Dr. Linda's advice (and, to an extent, he's progressing). But the fact of the matter is, he's incredibly troubling at best. Not nearly as bad as some patients, mind you, but when Linda admitted to you that one or two sessions of Lucifer completely misinterpreting her advice nearly drove her to consider adding a secret bar into her desk, you believed her and didn't blame her for one bit.

Who is more likely to get kicked out of bed?: Lucifer is a changed devil. But it's a very slow change. You're more than happy to understand and accept this, but that doesn't mean you have to let him and his issues walk all over you. Sometimes, the big dummy just says or does things without thinking -- or because he thought too hard and thought this was the best decision to avoid further strife. And you try to be patient with him about these tendencies, you really do. But that doesn’t erase your ability to be upset by these habits, or your right to be. And no amount of him buttering you up is going to be acceptable, even when he comes by your place, armed with a dish he so thoughtfully prepared for you. Nope, he can literally go to Hell with that (really, you’re sure the demons there would appreciate a nice beef wellington); you just need some space. Ironically, this may create a cycle wherein his need to make you happy again and have your attention on him drives him to constantly hover around you and attempt to win you over, which in turn just further frustrates you. It’ll likely keep going until you either snap or a loved one pulls Luci to the side and gives him a heads up that maybe he should respect your boundaries. After all, intention isn’t the problem here: It’s the actions taken. And as much as it hurts him knowing that he accidentally hurt you, he has to respect your need for time to cool off. He forces himself to go back to his place and tries to think less about how he feels and more about how you might feel, and try to work out ways to avoid similar incidents in the future. And even though the conclusions he comes to may not be perfect, you at least respect the effort -- particularly when he next sees you, no longer armed with snacks from your favorite bakery or bouquet-carrying teddy bears. Instead, all he has is an apology. It’s sheepish, and it feels foreign to someone who rarely experiences shame or regret, but you know his whole heart is in it even if he himself doesn’t understand entirely why that is. Which is good because that’s just part one of the process; part two involves him warming up that spot in your bed that’s reserved for him!

Who uses the computer the most?: You, absolutely. Lucifer's adorably but altogether completely crap when it comes to technology. Besides, he can easily find other things with which to amuse himself, and doing the paperwork is for other people anyway.

Thank you sooooo much for participating again!!! It really means a lot!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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I shouldn't bother really cause you are clearly watching another show in your head

Yes, there is a lot of misogynistic writing on the show. Like putting Caitlin/Frost in pink just to insult the Feminine Associated color. The way Caitlin showed zero friendship towards Iris till s4 & promptly dropped that after they used Caitlin for bridesmaid instead of giving Iris proper friends or bringing Linda back. Caitlin wasn't friends with Cynthia, Kamilla, Sue, Iris, Cecile, or Allegra. The only female relationship Caitlin had was with Frost. Or how about how Cecile was berely friends with Iris yet besties toward Barry & Allegra? Especially when Cecile was used as a substitute for Joe & they gave nothing for Cecile/Iris relationship. Or how this show wrote Cecile as deadbeat mom cause it didn't value motherhood at all.

Caitlin never held Barry accountable for his actions? That's RICH! For the character with no accountability for her actions working with meta human trafficker, treating Iris like crap, stealing the stone, lying and keeping selects, almost getting Cynthia killed to go off mission to make Thinker give Frost back, or how about destorying the device Barry used to stop Deathstorm. She only apologized to Barry, THE TEAM OF JUST BOYS, & Julian (who she needed for her cure) not the ones hurt most Iris & Wally by keeping the stone. Oh and she said sorry to Joe in 4x01 not Iris, Cecile or Cisco the victims. But the man of family got the apology.

But let's get to the subject of accountability when it comes Barry from Caitlin. Your wrong. She was mad at him when she learned about FP in 3x01, she revealed more anger and blame in 3x07. She threws his truama and mistakes in his face in s8. Remember the meta cure? Thawne in Nash? All s1 when she called out Barry for interfering in Iris's relationship with Eddie. How many times reminded Barry of death loved when she was upset? Too many!

You totally missed the point that Barry was WRONG for FP & he had was trying to stop Caitlin from making the same mistake he did. Caitlin, Cisco, Wally, Dig, Lyla everyone during the crossover but Oliver, told Barry how wrong he was for Flashpoint. Cisco ended their friendship. He got rang out over it. He felt guilty, he faced his friends pain & showed remorse. How is that accoutiblity? He learned not to ever do another Flashpoint. To let the dead be dead. His daughter died in his arms and Iris died & he didn't create another Flashpoint cause he was held accountable for his actions. He learned. Caitlin didn't learn from chasing her past with Deathstorm. It killed her.

Caitlin was wrong for getting Frost to help her free Deathstorm after Barry stopped him. She didn't listen to reason, and 5 people died. She didn't care about anyone but Frost being dead. Then she goes to make the same mistake & and ignored Barry's warning about griving so he destoried her tech. For the third time in same season she didn't learn a damn thing so she stole kept secrets & kept going till it killed her. You say Caitlin should have been allowed to try to bring back Frost? Frost wad dead. There was nothing inside of Caitlin of Frost to bring back or else the Omnipotent Khione would have raised Frost from the dead of Caitlin's mind like she did Caitlin herself. Khione knew Mark wanted Frost back more than anything & would have done it for him. More's to the point Caitlin, as proven, was a danger to herself (she got herself killed) & said said no matter what she would hahe kept trying. Beside all that THIS ISN'T WHAT FROST WANTED! She wanted to protect Caitlin & Barry tried to do that stopping her. Mark and Caitlin both only cared about their own feelings, not Frost's feelings.

When did Frost beat Barry in direct fight? That he wasn't holding back concerned foe her. Barry caught a blast from Frost & she stabbed him when he was saving Cisco. He beat her in s6 & had her run off twice in s3. He never truly wanted to directly fight her without holding back and didn't have to like Cisco did. Your mad she wasn't shown as more powerful then Barry when you should be made and commenting on how at a cold meta was taken down by a cold gun (Mrs Freeze's wife in the crossover and Mark's cold tech) it's fucking embarrassing having Frost unable to blast ice off her face in s7 when her power should be able to do that & she was seen in s3 producing a cold wave from her whole body.

Let's talk misogy again with Caitlin being sexually assult by Hannibal in s1. Caitlin/Frost sexually assaulting Barry in s3. Khione doing the same to unconscious Mark in s9. The misogynistic line from Caitlin about Barry deserving to see her naked in s1.

You talking about comics that came out after The Flash show aired. Why would Frost's power level be based on future comics? I notice you aren't upset Frost or Caitlin didn't get her comic love interest even when he was on the show TWICE! Could have been a happier ship for Caitlin & something for her in the last seasons. Funny what you think should the adapt from comics. It's almost as if you haven't truly read the comics.

You want to talk about how shit the CW is for performance activism. At no point had Iris or Joe being black ever shielded them from criticism of writing. They get ten times more shit and criticism for breathing or showing the same emotions as white characters. (Caitlin in her grief said she wished Ronnie was dead not firestorm. Everyone got it was pain talking. Iris expressed feeling of abandonment when Barry when into SF there was think pieces of how selfish & horrible she was. No empath for her pain) Or how Iris isn't given the same treatment as other characters to express her feelings & POV. (Iris was lied to about her mom being dead. She forgave Joe instantly & never got show upset on screen. Caitlin's mom lies about her dad being dead. She got to chew her mom out. She got be mad on screen at her mom in more one ep) or how about (Crisis is happening & every character gets a ep to show their feelings about Barry dying but his black wife) or (Iris being written out of 4 eps and Eric lying that it was because CP when fans & the media called him out and CP told the turth). You're really full of it saying the casting was attempted to stay away from crisitism when everyone knows the shit Iris & CP got for being black.

Funny whag you don't mention under 'CW is performance activism' that deplorable and disgusting BLM ep using a guilty white woman as a stand-in for minorities and having Native American women as the corrupt person abusing their power. Let's not forget her black lawyer (her victim who never got an apology) and the black cop who quit being a cop due to the "injustice" of wanting this guilty white woman to be held accountable. That whole arc was performnce activism that insulted everyone. How they spent two episodes saying it was unfair a guilty white woman was being held criminally reasonable for only SOME of her crimes. When no person gets free pass on crimes cause they become a better person. That kind of thing is sentencing with character witnessness and staying they have something to offer in their redemption. You try to murder people (Iris, Cisco & Tracy), kidnap the DA & CSI and assault people (cops & cult members) plus the damage she did to the city in s3 and get a free pass cause you became a hero now *rolleyes*. You get have to deal with the charges. There was NOTHING unfair about Frost being held accoutnable. Inface it was unfair to Iris, Cisco & Cecile's characters to have this ep and not have Frost show remorse for what she did to them. Yet this is the stand-in for police trageting and killing black people in real life? Who was racially profiled & often doing nothing but being black in the world! Frost didn't even take proper accountability for her actions in s3 cause she was turned into a martyr/victim/hero of meta-persecution halfway through the BLM episode. Frost STILL never acknowledged trying to murder Cisco & Iris or gave them a damn simple apology. Those black and brown characters had to simply act like she didn't try to murder them & weren't allowed to express any feelings for them. Fuck Iris was used a damn prop in s4 to bring Frost back to team and still never got to acknowledge the hurt or got an apogly

You come as insincere as hell on the subjects of misogyny and performance activism when you only certain it around whiteness instead of the real issues on the show & you igrone things that happened on the show.

You have major blinders on around WA. It clearly showed Iris returned Barry's feelings in 1x15. She showed jealous of Barry with other women (highschool Becky & Linda). You are Is ignoring her feelings for your anti WA narrative. Classic SB bullshit. Iris never said that about seeing Barry as brother. She didn't just one day start seeing Eddie. It happened during the coma when she was missing Barry. Your the one denying Iris's feelings.

Your making stuff up AGAIN to make Barry look like a creep. He didn't see the newspaper article till the end of s1 after it was revealed who thawne was & they found that room. Barry tried to tell Iris his feelings the night of PA & got put in a coma. He woke up waning to finally tell her energized. He then told Iris in 1x15 in both timelines. He tried not to kiss E2Iris or lookrd away when she was undressing when he was going under cover for info.

Let's address this BS that Iris had no life outside of Barry. Which character had an amazing career? Oh that would be the one who truend her blog into newspaper and later media empire & won the highest award for her profession. Who helped battle the Thinker with her journalism. Let's not forget Iris had whole long running arc around motherhood. Her feelings about her mom, Nora 1, losing Nora & her fear that something was going to take away anything good as soon as it happens. Iris had friendship with Sue, Ryan, Linda, Nia & Kamilla that had nothing to do with Barry. Iris is tye most developed and full character on the show after Barry. You are reducing her to just a love interest for you anti WA views

If you think Barry is some big stalker creep why do you want him with Caitlin?

Funny how Barry doesn't deserve Caitlin or treat her right to you but where was Caitlin during Crisis? Not comforting Barry about his impending death. Or how about when Barry's Daughter died? Or Iris was sick and missing? Trapped in a mirror? Yet he's there for her with her dad, with Frost, with Ronnie. How about Caitlin listening to Barry's pain at almost being human trafficked and then going to make a deal with said hunan trafficker to work AGAIN for her. Cause she cares so much for his feelings. He never throws her mistakes in her face or acts resentful towards her but she does it to him (Flashpoint, meta cure, his anger at Thawne in Nash's body, again FP twice in s8 & showed she was resentful for "falling in line with him & Iris in s8). There friendship faded over the years but still at the most terrible moments you'd think Caitlin would give a damn about Barry? But he's the one in the wrong. He forgave her lies, her secrets, her mistakes and criminal actions (working with meta human traiffier twice!) Yet one time he tries to stop her from making the same dangerous mistake as he did and he's a bad friend? A bad friend is one who doesn't try to stop someone making mistake. Frankly, she was never holding accountable till s8 is sign of bad friend cause she made the same mistake over and over till it killed her. She should be held accountable for the stone, for getting Cynthia almost killed, for secrets that effected others. But the white woman never gets held accountable on the Flash. Even Frost can't be held accountable for Cisco or Iris. It's disgusting

BTW the reason I don't like Caitlin as character is the lack of accountability for her actions that got worse over the course of the series & fact that her character was Stagnant. It's boring.

The Flash & It’s Misogyny: Caitlin & Iris

I’m honestly agitated with this show and it’s fanbase sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I like this show. Well, the first four seasons anyway. But, it is not exempt from criticism, and I very much feel the need to criticize them. Because the way this show treats it’s female characters genuinely makes me want to rip my hair out.

Now, it’s no surprise that a CW show sucks at writing female characters, and uses performative activism in order to have its misogynistic writing swept under the rug. But, that doesn’t work on me, so I’m gonna call it out.

The way The Flash treats Caitlin Snow, Killer Frost & Iris West is absolutely atrocious, and I’m tired of them writers trying to pretend that they’re “pro-women” and “feminist” by giving us all these “girl power” moments, only for them to still have misogynistic undertones in their writing.

Let’s start off with Iris West

I’m just gonna establish this by the way; While I’m anti-Westallen, I am not anti-Iris West nor am I anti-Candice Patton. I am very anti-Barry Allen however, but this ain’t about him.

First, let’s address the whole thing with Westallen to begin with, because that’s the main problem I have with Iris when it comes to the way she’s written. For starters, at the very beginning of the show, Iris shows no real romantic interest in Barry whatsoever(she goes so far as to say that she sees him as a brother) and she ends up dating Eddie Thawne.

However, Barry is “in love” with Iris, according to the writers. I’d say he’s more obsessive than in love but whatever. Despite Iris never expressing interest in Barry at all, there are several signs that Iris and Barry will end up together. A news report from the future written by ‘Iris West-Allen’. So, what does Barry do upon discovering this information? He decides to be pushy and constantly pines after Iris, while she’s in a committed relationship, and goes so far as to tell her that they’re in love with each other, WHILE SHES STILL DATING EDDIE.

It doesn’t help that when Eddie asked for Joe’s blessing to marry Iris, he denies it, because he doesn’t want Iris to realize one day she married the wrong guy. Because he’s so 100% sure that he knows that Iris in love with Barry before she does.

Now, how is any of this misogynistic? Well, for one, the whole “The girl turned down the guy and blatantly stated that she’s not sexually or romantically interested in him? Oh, no, she’s secretly in love with him and she just doesn’t know her feelings yet.”

Second of all, both Barry and Joe, two men, trying to tell Iris how she feels and that they know Iris’s feelings better than she does. Also, whole thing with this show wanting us to feel bad for Barry because Iris turned him down after he hit on her while she was in a relationship with someone else, as if it’s such a bad thing that a man doesn’t get rewarded for his creepy behavior.

And, the fact that Barry got the girl in the end is honestly terrible to me. Barry spent most of the show being obsessed with Iris, to a point where he pretended be the Earth-2 version of himself in order to have a chance to be with Iris on Earth-2. That’s not romantic, that’s freaking creepy. And, as far I know, Iris doesn’t even know this has happened.

And, it doesn’t help that after Barry and Iris got together, they made her whole character revolve around him(even more than they already did), and made their relationship practically all about what Barry wanted. It doesn’t help that they have her constantly defending him no matter what he does, even when things are literally his fault. She doesn’t call him out or anything like that. She just tells him not to blame himself when he is literally THE ONE TO BLAME.

They literally just had this whole thing with Iris being that she’s constantly told how she’s feeling by the men around her, and she’s having her own feelings discredited by them as a way for them to fulfill their own fantasies they have about her.

Now, let’s move onto Caitlin Snow & Killer Frost

Once again, I’m not anti-Caitlin Snow, anti-Killer Frost, or anti-Danielle Panabaker. And, I honestly have mixed feelings about Snowbarry. Like , I guess I can like season one Snowbarry and a bit of Season Two but after Season three, I really can’t see it anymore.

Okay, so how is Caitlin’s writing misogynistic? Well, the fact that she literally cannot have ANYTHING. She had a fiancé who she loved very much, he died, and she grieves him. That fiancé comes back to life, he dies again. She finds love in someone else eventually after moving on. He turns out to be a villain and he kidnaps her and holds her hostage in another universe for a week. She finds love again, and then she develops powers that she doesn’t want because everyone else treats like some sort of self-fulfilling prophecy of her turning evil. It goes on and on, but still.

The point is, Caitlin’s constantly getting traumatized and tortured throughout this whole show for life no reason at all. It’s like the writers have some sort of women suffering kink or something. And, I know, Barry’s been through some tough stuff too, but, he actually gets benefits from it at the end of the day. And, it’s also necessary for his character. Caitlin, it’s like it just happens to happen.

And, don’t get me started on the double standards between her and Barry. Barry literally destroyed timelines because he wanted to save his dead parents, and ruined the lives of many people, including his closest friends. But, Caitlin wanting to do an experiment to bring by her dead sister, in the safety of her own house, something that wouldn’t necessarily effect anyone else’s lives severely, was wrong. And, had her experiment destroyed by Barry.

So, it’s okay when Barry does it because he “misses his parents”, but when Caitlin does it because she misses her sister, who she had literally shared a body with, it’s wrong because “she’s not grieving properly”. Of course, it’s only wrong when a woman does it.

And, then again with Iris, they never have Caitlin hold Barry accountable. They always have Caitlin forgive Barry, even though he’s literally put her life in danger several times and has ruined her life multiple times. Because, the woman has to forgive the man no matter how poorly he treats her.

And, then with Killer Frost’s writing, it’s mostly just them weakening her constantly, as if she hasn’t literally beat Barry himself in multiple fights, and like she isn’t one of the most powerful characters on the show and in the comics. She literally froze the sun, and she’s beaten the Justice League before. And this show is constantly de-powering her, while buffing up Barry’s powers even though she can defeat him with ease.

And, The Misogyny Of The Fanbase

Now, it’s pretty easy to tell how misogynistic this show is when the misogyny starts to rub off on the fanbase itself. In the most recent times, misogyny has run rampant in The Flash fanbase. For one, the constant unnecessary comparisons of women. This fandom will always compare Caitlin and Iris and put them against each other for no reason, and they even do it to Candice and Danielle too, despite the fact that Candice and Danielle have made it clear that they want nothing more than to uplift other women.

Also, the way this fanbase treats Iris and Caitlin compared to how they treat Barry. They hate Iris for one corny line, and just hate Caitlin for existing at this point, and defend all of Barry’s faults and flaws because they’re those “sigma 🗿🐐” incels on the internet who have never felt the touch of a woman in their life and are still virgins in their late thirties.

And them complaining whenever there’s any slightly female agency in this show. They either oversexualize the women in this show or they dogpile them with hate. There’s no in between with this fanbase.

CW’s Performative Activism

The reason why this stuff is so commonly ignored and dismissed is because CW has put up this false narrative that they’re super woke and progressive and diverse, although, if they were, then their writing wouldn’t have so many problems when it comes to women. They have genuinely given people the false impression that they are genuinely diverse, even though this show has done absolutely NOTHING to support that.

Just because they made Iris & Joe black doesn’t automatically make them progressive or even diverse even. Because, at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if they did that for the sole purpose of shielding themselves from any criticism on their writing. Given that they didn’t defend Candice Patton when she was experiencing literal racism from the fanbase and being harassed on the internet, I wouldn’t put it past them.

CW puts up this whole “woke” facade thing only because it’s trendy, and it would bring in more viewers. Not because they actually are progressive. It’s all just a way for them get money.

TLDR; The CW’s ‘The Flash’ writes their female characters terribly and they hide behind a facade of activism in order to shield themselves from any criticism of their misogynistic writing.

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May I request an Arthur Shelby with a younger wife headcanon?

young | a.s.

• Arthur had always been used to protect his loved ones but your young age made him want to protect you even more.

• In the beginning of your relationship, he’d tend to do too much sometimes and it’d upset you because you hated to be treated like a baby. It would often lead to the same arguments during which you’d complain and Arthur would scream that he had no other choice.

• However, one day, something came out of his mouth that shocked and hurt the both of you. The arguments had built the same as usual but this time, Arthur blurted "John died because I wasn’t there to protect him! I don’t want it to happen again!" and the room suddenly went silent. Mouth opened in shock, you hurried to comfort Arthur who was now starting to cry by the log fire, cause it had all been too much for the poor man to handle.

• That night, you apologized countless times and comforted him by listening to him recount everything that John and him used to do before the war, all the tricks he had taught him to pull on Tommy, etc.

• When your relationship was still quite new, Arthur was fearing telling his family about you, afraid of the judgements they could hold. And since it had always been family before anything else, he was hoping that they wouldn’t make him having to choose.

• Of course, Tommy was the first to know, always, and he had offered to be the one that would subtly bring up the news every now and then. This helped a lot and in no time, all the Shelby’s had approved of your relationship. Plus, they almost all held a grudge against Linda given how much she had hurt Arthur in the past and you were like that breath of fresh air that would, hopefully, heal Arthur’s wounds.

• Arthur would often feel insecure about your age gap and mostly about the fact that he was the older one. He’d be afraid of the tasteless jokes or rumours that people could come up with. Another irrational fear he had was that someday you’d wake up and somehow realise that he was 'too old for you and that you’d rather give up everything to be with a guy your age'.

• Jealousy was also one of his worst demons but Tommy would always be nearby, ready to hold and calm him down so he wouldn’t make a fool of himself.

• Among the many things Arthur loved about you, he loved how young you made him feel, as if you had given him a second chance to catch up on his young years that he had lost to the war.

• You’d always help him relieve all the stress and tension that his work could make him build up.

• Despite how sweet the man is, let’s be honest, he loved that you’d let him be the man in charge after being under Tommy’s orders all day.

• Everyone would also often point out that Arthur’s eyes held so much love but only when he’d look at you.

• He will always be thankful that you helped him quit or at least lower his drinking habit by much.

• The fact that you chose him among all the other younger men made him feel so special and Tommy would always make sure to remind him, especially when he’d feel a bit insecure.

• Everyone was fond of your relationship and the little attentions you two could have for each other.

• His brothers found it actually adorable that you had motivated Arthur to draw more and journal about his feelings. Of course, at first Arthur had found this activity ´ridiculous´ because it was a 'women thing' but after being reprimanded, he agreed to give it a try.

• During the first few weeks, you were the one who had to remind him to write an entry but then, he was used to it and would even come to bed a bit later because "Wait a secon’, I have to write a little somethin’, love".

• He’d also often joke around and would threaten you to "write it down tonight" when you wouldn’t be nice enough to him and it had even become a cute inside joke that you two shared.

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Can i request some nsfw headcanons for mantis shrimp? I read through your blog and let me just say: I'm a big fan. Btw if you dont wanna do them thats fine as well

Salt and pepper shrimp: nsfw alphabet

I did the whole alphabet bc? Why not! Side note I rly wanna write a fic going off my thoughts ab his experience level >:)

A - aftercare

Look, getting him to release you from his hold to go to the bathroom on a regular night is a battle enough. After sex? Phew I wish you luck. Might wanna just put some water on your night stand beforehand. You would be able to convince him to take a bath with you pretty easily though, he likes how the warm water feels very much. Make sure to cuddle him in the bath still, he's in a very vulnerable state right now and he really needs some good old tlc.

B- body parts

he’s got a weird fixation with your hands. He likes to compare hand sizes, whether your hands are bigger or smaller isn’t what he likes, he just likes to admire them. He loves sucking/biting your fingers while he’s got you in his lap. Lacing your fingers with his with one hand while bringing the other to his cheek, nuzzling into your hand while he bounces you on his cock.

On himself, there is tragically little that he genuinely likes. He views himself as a weapon, getting him to unlearn that will not be an easy process, trust me, Boston has tried. Complimenting his eyes does seem to make him a little more flustered than other praises, and he has a hard time staring you in the eye during sex…. maybe we can start there.

C - cum

His cum is pretty thin but there’s a shit ton of it. Enough that if he cums inside you swear you can feel the warmth as his cock pours rope and rope of his seed into you.

He doesn’t actually care where he cums, just ask him and he’ll comply.

inside you? sounds good.

On your back? Say less.

On the floor? You’re cleaning it, but sure.

He did discover he’s got an affinity for watching his cum on your tongue. I don’t know how you’d be able to swallow it all, but any attempt you make will be met with shrimp getting hard all over again.

D - dirty secret

He secretly thinks it’d be really hot for you to dom him. It’s gonna take a very long time before he’s comfortable letting you have that Linda control over him, just the thought of being tied up, hands behind his back while you praise him for being such a good boy, its a fantasy he’s visited on many sleepless nights.

E - experience

Nope. Nada. To be frank, I think he’s the definition of Demisexual, and he has yet to meet anyone besides Boston and the anti-human gang who he genuinely wants to get to know better. He definitely hasn’t met anyone who wants to get to know better for romantic reasons.

He doesn’t know enough about human customs to know that it can be embarrassing for someone to be inexperienced, but he does feel very very nervous the first few times. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, give him praise and he’s putty in your hands.

F - favorite position

I'm gonna be boring and say missionary. It’s simple, easy, and since he’s brand new to all of this it’s the least mentally overstimulating. He very much likes that he can see your face.

If he’s feeling extra spicy he might grab onto the inside of your knees and push you into the mating press, though he really only does this if he’s upset or jealous.

If you ask nicely he might let you sit in his lap, as a treat. Bouncing on his cock as he litters your chest with bite marks, what a treat it is <3

G - goofy

…. yea for sure definitely. He’s a real jokester.

On a serious note, he himself is not a goofy person whatsoever, but he would actually like it if you were. Outright making fun of him or harsh teasing is an immediate turn off, but light jokes to ease his nerves is for sure welcomed since he’s very tense the first few times.

Give him time and you might even catch him cracking a small joke himself, all the while giving you a weak, nervous smile.

H- hair

He doesn’t trim or shave anything lmao. He’s busy, and also doesn’t care literally at all. He’s got a thin happy trail that can be easy to miss since he's blonde.

He’s got the same energy with your body hair, he doesn’t care. If you do shave he might ask why, just out of curiosity. If your reason is insecurity, he’ll probably suggest you let it grow, he doesn’t care and he’s the only one who’ll ever see it lmao

I- intimacy

It’s an awkward “i hope to fuck I’m doing this right” kind of intimacy. He fumbles and messes up a lot, he might even accidentally miss when thrusting and end up just kinda rubbing himself on you but he’s really trying. Just from the fact he’s willing to try this at all with you is a big sign that he’s really trying his best to be as intimate as he can with you.

J- jerk off

Before meeting you, not a lot actually. He mostly just did it if he ever woke up from a wet dream and knew that if he didn’t take care of it now he’d never be able to get back to sleep.

After your first time together, his first time, he thinks back the immeasurable pleasure a lot, finding himself in need of relief a lot more than he ever did before. You are the catalyst to his drive, and you are also the only thing he can think about that can help him cum. It’s kinda sweet in a perverted way.

K- Kinks

He will bite you. It’s just so easy to bruise you and it makes your relationship status to others so obvious, he can’t just… not bite you.

Marking, going along with the biting kink. This goes both ways, he’d love for you to scratch at his back enough to leave red marks, to bite as his collarbone, grip his hips tight enough to bruise. He likes looking at the marks later, they remind him that he did good, he made you feel good, that’s all he really wants.

He doesn’t exactly have a breeding kink as much as this goes along with the marking aspect. Suggest to him that he cum deep inside you to mark your insides… he might give you 2-3 loads just to make sure you're nice and full, completely claimed.

He also kinda likes to make you cry. Overstimulating you to the point of tears gives him a sense of pride he hasn’t really felt before.

He really likes temperature play as well, dragging ice cubes and hot wax across your skin and watching you flinch and squirm just does something to him.

And of course, light bondage. He probably found out it was a thing after reading some kinda erotic fiction and immediately went to you like “why did you not tell me about this?????” He adores how to look all tied up and stuck, right in the palm of his hands. It makes him feel emotional as well, that you’re willing to give him such a powerful amount of control over you.

Last but not least, please praise him. During sex as well as day to day. Let him know he’s so pretty, he’s doing so good, he’s cock feels so so good, he might cum on the spot.

L- location

The first time he’d really need it to be in a secluded, safe area. He’s gotta feel comfy if he’s gonna get into the mood.

Every other time? Babes you’ve awakened a beast, he’ll get random spikes of “if I don’t at least try to fuck them I will scream”. You could be in the middle of a forest running from an axe wielding murderer and this horny bastard would still find a way to pull you aside and rail you against a tree.

There most likely isn’t a spot in your home that he hasn’t fucked you against.

Peaceful moment of washing dishes? Think again, he’s plopping you on the kitchen counter and diving to mouth at your neck.

Writing some papers? Just sit on his lap, you’ll feel much less stressed with his cock buried to the hilt, won’t you?

Doing laundry? Might have to rewash them cause now he’s using the clothes as a bed to fuck you on. He’ll apologize and help you fold them after they’re rewashed bc he feels bad lmao

M- motivation

Like I said, he’s set off by the smallest things. A little stretch, wiping some water off on your pants, humming a song, all of it can randomly make him feel the need to fuck you.

The most intense and quickest way to rile him up is either playing with his hair, or massaging his back. It starts out innocent but he just can’t take the thought of your pretty hands working so lovingly and not at least trying to reciprocate and make you feel good too.

N- no

No sharing. He doesn’t want someone else to see you, and he doesn’t want someone else to see him. It’s just not something he likes.

He also hates humiliation. He… would tolerate it if you asked for it, even if he doesn’t get why you’d want him to outright insult you. But for himself? Fuck no, he hates it so fuckin much. He’s a sensitive insecure puppy that wants your attention very badly, pls don’t hurt him like that :(

O- oral

Oh please give him oral. He’s begging. Well, he’d never outright beg but the way his eyes fixate on your mouth a lot is his way of silently pleading for you to wrap your lips around his cock. His soul ascends a little every time he sees his cum dribbling down your face, he might be even willing to make out with his cum still on your tongue.

As for giving, he’s got no clue what the hell he’s doing but he’s nervously eager to try. Guide him as best you can, he’s good at measuring your reactions so he can handle the rest. Tug on his hair a little bit if you wanna drive him crazy.

He’ll get a lot better with time, his eagerness to please however, does not leave him in the slightest.

P- pace

The first time? Slow and unsure, then he realizes “oh fuck this feels stupid good” and his pace becomes almost punishing. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, he’s unknowingly going deeper and harder than you've ever been dicked down in your life. If you want him to, somehow, go harder? Grab his hand and place it over your stomach to make him feel his cock enter you through your skin, his hand slides down to grip your hips and slams into you, wiggling his hips without withdrawing to gain some of his sanity back before he’s back to a punishing pace.

Q- quickies

Oh hell yea. He lives for them. Sudden moments of horniness come to him all the time and since this spike in desire is brand new, he hasn’t really… learned to live with it yet. He pulls you aside into closets and alleyways all the time, he can’t help that you feel so warm and snug :(

R- risk

He doesn’t exactly enjoy the thought of a voyeur, he really doesn’t want to share you with anyone. But… there is a deeper part of him that finds a sense of pride if someone were to hear you getting absolutely pounded by him, desperately crying out and whining for him to go deeper, even better if they were someone who pined for you….

S- stamina

Well, to be frank he cums pretty quickly. It’s all so brand new to him, he really can’t help it. Lucky for you, his refractory time is crazy low. He can cum once, watch you do some mindless motion you always do and he’s right back to being hard again in minutes.

T- toys

Not against it, but is again, brand new to all this shit. He’s very interested in using your own toys against you though. Would definetly use a vibrater to edge and overstim you. He’d be interested in a cock ring, only if you were willing to endure a vibrator while he fucks you, he doesn’t wanna be the only one struggling lmao

U- unfair

He can be, yea. He kinda likes edging you, but not as much as he likes overstimulating you.

He loves to hear how you beg under him when he’s pulling you so close to the edge, keeping you just far enough to drive you insane.

Overstimming though? The way you twitch and beg, how your chest heaves and your mouth hangs open into a silent scream, eyes shut tight and watering, now that’s the good shit.

V- volume

Doesn’t talk much, but for sure gives out a lot of groans. This is something he’s never felt before in his life, the first few times you're going to get a lot of whines and surprised yelps, check up on him and make sure he’s still doing alright, he’s just very nervous.

As he gets more comfortable, he gives you quiet praises and promises to make you feel good. He also groans quite a lot, but since his voice is deeper it can be hard to catch.

W- wild card

He really wants to try using his prosthetic arm for temperature play, he’s just not at all confident in himself enough to bring it up. He likes the thought of you jumping and squirming under his touch, for now he can just stick to wax play.

X- X Ray

Mans is actually pretty fuckin big. He’s got no idea how big he is though. If you were surprised and a little nervous about his size he’d be pretty confused, is there something wrong? Did you change your mind? The concept of him being well above average is something you’ll have to explain later. It boosts his ego quite bit, even if he’d never admit it.

Whine about him being too big and you can just see the pride swelling in his chest, giving you no mercy with his thrusts.

Y- yearning

Often. Very very often. He’d fuck you multiple times every day if he had the time. However, you’re both busy, and you’d probably get a UTI with how many times this man wants to dick you down lmao. He’s got his cock buried in you at least 4-5 times a week.

Z- zzz

Actually pretty quickly. Even if he prefers being in control during sex, he kinda likes being the little spoon as he drifts to sleep. Give him some soft praises about how well he did and he’s turning into jello in your hold.

[high-functioning-lokipath]

Unusual Way - Loki x Reader - Words: 3,294 (including song lyrics)

A/N: Reader is Silver Shadow. However, this doesn't follow the same 'first meeting/falling in love' sequence as "Hurting Each Other".

Loki and you were best friends and had been for about 2 years now since he moved into the tower. It all started the day he'd moved in while you were out on a mission and no one had the brilliant idea to tell you that you were now sharing your floor with someone.

~ 2 Years Ago~

So there you were, exhausted and dirty from the fight, looking forward to a nice hot shower. You'd already taken off your cape in the elevator and as you got off and walked down the hallway to your bedroom, you started to pull at the zipper of your jacket.

"I must say, I wasn't expecting you to be so forward."

"Who's there?" You yelled, not recognizing the voice that spoke to you. You whipped around, trying to see who it was that was speaking.

"Hello," A man suddenly said, appearing directly in front of you. You throw a quick punch but your hand goes right through him and he disappears. "Over here!" He exclaims, waving to you from a few steps away. You quickly draw one of your knives and throw it at him. Again it goes right through him.

"I said, who are you?" You demand, not having had a chance to get a good look at his face yet.

"Tsk tsk," He says, appearing once more, a few feet now away from you. "So impatient." As he talks you focus on the vase setting on the hallway table behind him and start drawing it towards you. If you time it just right, you can either hit him or, if he's not there again, stop it in time before it hits you. "I am Loki, of Asgard! And I am burdened wi-OW!" He yells as the vase hits his head. "Will anyone ever let me finish that thought?"

“Loki?” You screeched. “What are you doing here? Do the others know?” You asked, rushing up to the admittedly handsome man. Even during his attack on New York you couldn’t help but go a little starry-eyed at his presence.

“I am here to help. I,” He sighed, rubbing the back of his head again. “I’m here to work with you and your little team.” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Oh! Well, I, uh, sorry about that," You stuttered, gesturing to his head. "Here, let me fix that." You reached up and touched the back of his head gently.

"Thank you," He replied with a small smile.

"Let's start over," You grinned. "Hi, I'm Y/N. I guess I'm your new floormate." He grinned back, still surprised by your kindness.

"Yeah, I guess you are."

~ 6 Months Later ~

"C'mon, Y/N!" Loki yelled down the hallway. "The pairs' free dance is about to begin!" You ran out of the bathroom, socks sliding on the hardwoods.

"Woah!" You exclaimed, sliding, or rather bodyslamming, into him. He of course caught you easily, being used to this occurrence, and laughed. A few minutes later you were both sitting on the couch with a rather large bowl of popcorn between you. "Those twizzles were completely out of sync. That's going to ruin their score."

"Perhaps," he commented, tossing another buttery snack in his mouth. "But their lifts have been perfect unlike the other couples." You shrugged and continued watching. You found yourself shivering, however, as you continued watching the programs.

"Has the thermostat gone down?" You asked. Loki got up and checked.

"No, are you cold?" He, of course, didn't notice any difference since he was, not only a Frost Giant, but also wearing a lovely sweater, you thought.

"Yeah, must be the ice," You joked, nodding at the television. You eyed his soft, grey sweater once again and decided that, even though it looked absolutely stunning on him, you needed it more.

"Um, would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater?" You asked nervously. He looked mildly surprised but quickly pulled it off and handed it to you. "Thanks," You said quietly. The past couple weeks you'd realized you had developed a minor crush on your new best friend. You didn't say anything, however, for fear of ruining said friendship. "It smells like you," You chuckled, pulling the jumper close around you. Loki blushed brightly and apologized.

"Sorry, so sorry. I can-I can get a new one from the wash." He went to get up, face still flushed in embarrassment.

"Loki, it's fine," You replied, stopping him. "I don't mind. Thank you for lending it to me." He smiled sweetly at you in reply.

"You're welcome. After all, what are friends for?"

~ 1 Year Later ~

"He's too pretty for his own good, Nat!" you complained, throwing quick punches at your sparring partner.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means if he knew what's good for him, he would be so perfect all the time!" You blocked three punches and landed one of your own. "If he doesn't I might have to take matters into my own hands."

"Meaning you'll finally ask him out instead of driving us all crazy pining over him like you have been for the past year and a half or so?" She retorted with a smirk, flipping you to the ground and pinning your arms behind you. You groaned and rolled out from under her, standing and holding your hands up in defeat.

"No! Of course not! It means I'd have to ugly him up a little." Natasha rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Like you'd ever have the guts! C'mon! Be honest with yourself! You liked him since New York. Just put on your big-girl pants and tell him! And if you can't find yours, I can lend you mine," She teased, playfully slapping your butt.

"Watch it, Widow!" you snapped. "I'm going to the conference room if it's not in use. I don't want to be disturbed, ok?"

"Fine, just let me know all the juicy details when you finally have the guts to go back to your floor, ok?" You rolled your eyes and walked out.

"Finally alone," you sighed, tossing your gym bag in a chair and slumping down in another. "FRIDAY?”

"Yes, Miss Y/N?" The AI replied.

"Please shut the blinds and lock the door. Emergency override only."

"Yes, Miss." You closed your eyes, tears threatening to slip through.

"FRIDAY, shuffle Linda Eder from my library."

"Of course," The AI replied. When I Look In Your Eyes started playing and you leaned back in the chair, closing your eyes and tuning out the rest of the world. You were so focused on your music and trying to figure out your own feelings that you didn't hear the door open. The next song started and you chuckled humorlessly.

"This one's for you," You said to yourself, thinking of your best friend. You sang along as Unusual Way played.

“In a very unusual way, one time I needed you

In a very unusual way, you were my friend

Maybe it lasted a day, maybe it lasted an hour

But somehow it will never end

In a very unusual way, I think I'm in love with you

In a very unusual way, I want to cry

Something inside me goes weak, something inside me surrenders

And you're the reason why, you're the reason why

You don't know what you do to me

Don't have a clue

You can't tell what it's like to be me

Looking at you

It scares me so that I can hardly speak...

In a very unusual way, I owe what I am to you

Though at times it appears I won't stay, I never go

Special to me in my life, since the first day that I met you

How could I ever forget you, once you had touched my soul

In a very unusual way...

You made me whole”

When you finished you thought you heard a noise behind you but when you turned around there was no one there. You shrugged it off as your own overactive imagination and got up, gathering your stuff. When you got back upstairs, you found Loki in the kitchen. "Thought you might like some lunch," He explained.

"Oh, thanks," You replied, sitting down and letting him serve you. After a few minutes of silent eating you decided you needed to say something. "Loki, I-"

"Y/N, I-" You both laughed, having spoken at the same time.

"You first," You both said. Laughing again, you shook your head and motioned for him to go on.

"Y/N, I must confess something. I-" He paused, taking a deep breath. "I wasn't going to say anything because I was afraid of how you'd respond but," He chuckled nervously. "I believe I've fallen in love."

"Oh!" You gasped. You set down your fork, losing your appetite quickly. "So who's the lucky lady? Do I know her?" You asked, taking a sip of water trying to look casual.

"Yes you do," He replied, smirking. "She's very beautiful and talented. She's kind and helpful to everyone. And most importantly she-"

BZZT BZZT

"Uh, sorry," you said, looking at your ringing phone. "I should take this. It's Steve." Loki looked upset but nodded. "Hello?"

"Y/N? We've got a problem. Is Loki with you?"

"Uh, yeah, he is. Cap, what's wrong?" Loki got up and moved closer to listen in on the conversation.

"We just got intel on a new Hydra base. This one's different though. They have too many defensive procedures in place for us to just attack. We need someone on the inside. That's where you and Loki come in."

"You're sending us to work undercover in a base?!" You screeched.

"Yes, pack a few things and be on the helicarrier in an hour. I'll finish briefing you then."

Working on the inside was, of course, much harder than you'd expected. Thankfully no one here knew you from your actual Hydra days so that made it easier. You just hadn't expected being separated from Loki for so long. Especially after your interrupted conversation, you wanted to talk to him again. Steve assured you, though, it would be a quick mission and you could get back to your normal life within a few weeks.

~ 6 Months Later ~

"You have exactly 2 minutes to get out before this whole place blows, you got that?" Cap yelled through your comms. The mission had gotten complicated and had extended to 6 Months for you both. But now you and Loki had apparently collected enough info for Cap and the others to finally come and blow it all open. Although, none of you had expected a literal explosion. You grabbed the last of the information you needed and booked it out of there. Once you made it into the clearing where the others had regrouped, you looked around frantically as Cap took a head count. "Loki's not out yet!"

"What!" You exclaimed. "There's only 30 seconds!" Suddenly your comms crackled to life.

"Found...girl…trapped," Loki said. The static made it impossible to understand the sentence fully but you understood what he meant.

"Loki! Get out!" Steve yelled.

"I'm going in," You said. Steve yelled to stop you but you were too quick. You teleported in and found the two, trying to shelter themselves in a corner. "Loki!"

"Y/N?" He exclaimed, turning to see you. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to rescue you, you idiot! Now hold on." You reached out and grabbed Loki's and the girl's hands and teleported out just as the building exploded. Cap immediately went to help the girl, leading her back to the helicarrier.

"So," Loki said, looking at your hand still gripping his. You impulsively gave him a hug, the thought that you could have lost him starting to sink in. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," You replied, pulling away quickly. "I just-"

"Loki! Y/N! C'mon!" Cap called out. You were interrupted once more but ran to the helicarrier and rode back home in silence. When you landed back at the tower, you rushed to your bedroom and flung yourself on the bed face first.

"I need a life," You groaned. You heard Loki calling out for you so you rushed into the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower hoping that he would think you were in there and leave. Once you didn't hear him anymore you decided it actually was a good idea to take a shower so you adjusted the temperature and got in. A few minutes later you found yourself lost in the magical world of shower thoughts. Not wanting to get upset again, you decided on music. "FRIDAY, shuffle my library," You said.

"Right away," It replied. As you were dressing a few songs later, Unusual Way started playing and you thought back to the day you'd left for the mission. You sang along sadly, once again thinking of the man you loved who, apparently, loved someone else.

"You don't know what you do to me

Don't have a clue

You can't tell what it's like to be me

Looking at you"

You opened your door to go to the kitchen and Loki stumbled in. "Were you leaning on the door?"

"Maybe," He admitted, blushing. You stared at him, gesturing for him to explain. FRIDAY paused your music since you were talking and he glanced up at the ceiling. "I wanted to talk to you but I heard the shower start so I was going to leave but then I heard you singing and-"

"I don't like performing," You snapped, quite embarrassed that he'd heard you singing that song especially.

"But I want to hear you sing. Especially that song, you sing it so beautifully."

"How would you know? You heard me through a door," You scoffed. Pushing past him you walked out into the hallway, pulling your door shut behind you.

"Not six months ago I didn't." That stopped you in your tracks. Spinning around on your heel you marched back up to him.

"You heard me when?"

"In the conference room, the day we left for the mission. I'd gone to watch you practice and see if maybe you wanted to practice with me a little but Natasha said you'd left already. She told me where you were and that you didn't want to be disturbed but," He chuckled softly. "Has that ever stopped me?" You laughed and shook your head. "Well, I heard you singing and I decided to leave you be."

"Oh well, thanks I guess," You said, smiling softly, still embarrassed but not as mad anymore.

"May I ask, who were you singing to?"

"What do you mean?"

"When the song started you said 'this one's for you'. Who did you have in mind?"

"Oh," You said, surprised. You blushed brightly and shook your head. "Just someone I care for very much I suppose."

"You suppose?" He teased.

"Ok! I do care about him! Geez! You're as bad as Nat sometimes!" He laughed loudly and you could help but smile wider. You loved when he laughed like that, a real laugh that reached his eyes and filled the room. As you walked into the kitchen and sat down at the counter together, you quickly remembered your conversation at lunch that day though and frowned. "Unfortunately I don't think he quite thinks of me the same way."

"Why's that?" He asked, brows furrowing.

"I am quite sure he has his eyes on another girl."

"Is it the Captain?"

"Oh goodness no!" You immediately replied. "No, definitely not." His eyes suddenly lost their joy and he seemed almost scared to ask his next question. He got up and went to the window, putting quite a bit of space between you.

"Is it my brother?" He asked quietly.

"No! No no no! Never!" You exclaimed. You actually shuddered at the mental image. Realizing what needed to be done you teleported yourself in front of him with your back to the window. He startled and jumped back quickly. You smirked and stepped closer. "I don't know if you've noticed but I'm not a fan of blond's."

"Perhaps Banner then?" He stammered, trying to come up with an idea. You could not believe how clueless he could be.

"What? Ew! No!" You pretended to gag. "I like someone more fun, more mischievous," You grinned.

"Misch-oh," He breathed, finally figuring it out. You looked away, feeling embarrassment set in again. "Well, Y/N, I-"

"Look, I know you were trying to tell me before we left that you're in love and I couldn't be happier for you and I wish you all the best but I just needed you to know, ok?" You cried.

"But Y/N! You don't-"

"I'm sorry," You said, trying to run past him to lock yourself up in your room.

"Not so fast," He said, grabbing your arm.

"Wha-" You were cut off by a pair of lips meeting yours. He quickly pulled away, grinning like mad.

"You don't know what I've been trying and wanting to tell you! The girl I love is you, Y/N! I love you!"

"Me?" You squeaked, smiling giddily. He nodded and you laughed. "I cannot believe it. We've been idiots haven't we?"

"Most certainly," He agreed. He gave you another quick kiss and looked in your eyes. "I think I've loved you since we met but you know when I fell in love with you?"

"When?"

"When you borrowed that grey sweater and never gave it back." You gasped, eyes widening in surprise.

"I didn't realize I never returned it!"

"Oh sure! You wear it all the time!"

"I do no-oh," You paused, thinking about your closet. "Maybe I do," You chuckled. "Well, I actually liked you from the first time I saw you."

"When I scared you coming off the elevator?"

"No, 2012," You whispered. Loki stared at you, quite surprised. "I knew what you were doing was wrong but," You sat down on the couch, having wandered into the living area. "Somehow I understood you."

"Y/N, I don't know what to say. I, well, I was a very different man then and-"

"And you were pretty," You deadpanned.

"Ah, so my irresistible charms strike again." You both laughed and he sat beside you. "Y/N, I think we've been fooling ourselves for far too long. Now, you love me, right?"

"Yes!" You said emphatically.

"And I love you, right?"

"I sure hope so!" He grinned and you wondered where this was going. He stood up and took your hand in his.

"Well then, I should wish to officially court you if that should please you and have your approval," He said, bowing slightly.

"I accept," You replied immediately. You stood up and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Loki, thank you."

"You're welcome, my love. But I hope you know what this means."

"What?" You asked, pulling away just in time to see his smirk.

"It means you're no longer allowed to hog the popcorn bowl on skate night!"

"No," You retorted. "It means that as your girlfriend I can now officially tell you to get your own!" He gasped, playing offended.

"Why! I'm wounded!" He cried, holding his hand over his heart.

"Does this help?" You teased, placing your hand there instead.

"No," He smirked. "But this might," He said, pulling you in for another kiss. "I will never tire of that."

"Nor I," You sighed contentedly. "But we must stop for now."

"Why?"

"It's skate night and I need to get the popcorn ready!"

"Go sit down," He smiled. "I'll get it ready."

"Aw! How sweet!" You squealed. "Alrighty then." You walked back to the couch as settled in. "Loki, dear?" You called out towards the kitchen.

"Yes, darling?"

"Remember, 2 bowls!"

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[pogue-summer]

The Kook Princess and the Pogue King part 3 || JJ Maybank

 A/N: hi everyone! i’m back again with part 3 and i really hope you like it. i also have a tag list now. tysm to every one who already wanted to be added.  enjoy!

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: mentions of abuse

Summary: JJ knows he has messed up big time. He just wants to see you and apologize but maybe way past midnight with a storm raging outside is not the best time for that, or is it?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

JJ felt like the wind was knocked out of his sail. Every time he thought back to the encounter with you, he had the urge to punch something.

A few days had passed since then, but he couldn’t get the sight of you hastily leaving the beach out of his head. By now he was sure that you had heard the mean things they said about you. He would do anything to take them back.

“Bro, what’s up with you?” Pope wanted to know, looking at JJ questioningly. They were once again hanging out in the backyard of the Chateau.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he said and avoided looking at his friends. Instead he stared up into the cloudless sky.

“C’mon you have been in a bad mood all week. You do nothing but mope around” Pope complained and barely recognized his friend.

“I’m the same as always” JJ defended himself but at the same time he wondered if his lousy mood was really that obvious to everyone else.

“JJ if something is up just tell us” Kiara told him with genuine concern. Other times he’d have appreciated her attempt to help but right now he didn’t. He was kind of mad at her for bringing you up at the beach.

“I’m fine” he snapped.  

“Bro, seriously. We’re-“John B started but was soon interrupted when JJ abruptly jumped out of the hammock he had been chilling in seconds ago.

“I said I’m fine!” he screamed angrily, crumbling his empty beer can and throwing it forcefully into the gras, making his friends’ eyes widen in shock.

“Woah, JJ! Where are you going?!” Pope shouted after his blonde-haired friend as he stormed off without another word and got on the back of his dirt bike.

JJ revved up the engine and escaped the Chateau in the blink of an eye. The wind messed up his hair as the scenery flashed by him. The argument with his friends had only upset him more. There was a part in him that was sorry for lashing out on them but right now all he saw was red.

He was going way too fast and by the time he had reached his house the sky had darkened as the striking blue was swapped for grey clouds. JJ was so mad he couldn’t think straight so without giving it another thought he headed through the front door, only to notice that has dad was home already.

“Shit” he mumbled under his breath as his heartbeat stopped and the smell of beer reached his nostrils.

The house was a mess as always and before he could pray that his dad was passed out on the couch already, he heard him open the fridge and knock over things on his way around the kitchen.

“Fuck” JJ muttered quietly and contemplated how quickly he’d be able to escape to his room.  

Life was simply unfair. It has always been like that for JJ.

“Storm Linda is approaching the Outer Banks. It’s estimated to reach Kildare in the late afternoon.” you heard the radio host announce and as you looked outside your bedroom window you indeed saw dark grey clouds instead of your typical blue sky.  

The wind bent the palm trees in the driveway as you plopped down on your bed. Ever since you heard what JJ really thought about you on the beach, you spent your days locked away in your room. You obviously weren’t welcome in the Pogue areas of town and all of the Kooks looked down on you because you spent Midsummer’s with a ‘lowlife Pogue’. There was nowhere you could go.

You groaned loudly as your head sunk into your pillow. By the time rain started to hit your window pane you were cuddled up in your bed, a dramatic romance movie playing on your laptop.

The storm raged outside, and you enjoyed the sound of it. You watched the couple in your movie finally get together after years of longing for each other. The sweetness of it almost brought tears to your eyes and you felt the sudden need for a tub of ice cream.

Your behaviour was pathetic, you knew that but that was just your way of dealing with the pain in your chest JJ had caused.

It was past midnight when the credits started rolling and you were left without a distraction from your hurt again. But then you heard it. So quiet at first that it was almost inaudible.

Was there someone at your window?

You could have sworn you heard a faint knock against the glass. But that couldn’t be, could it?

“Probably just the wind” you told yourself to calm down but then you were immediately put on edge again by another knock.

“It’s nothing, Y/N” you whispered and took a deep breath before you stepped in front of your window just to make sure there was really nothing there.

You froze at the sight. The light in your room illuminated his face, making your heart skip a beat.

“JJ, what are you doing out in the storm?” you breathed as you quickly rushed over to open the window. Water was dripping from his hair and he was soaked to the bones from the rain. The bruises on his face had healed since Midsummer’s but there were new wounds that looked fresh. Extremely fresh.

“Look, I know you probably don’t want to see me but I’m sorry for acting like a dick at the beach. I know I ruined everything like the fuck up I am, but-but I got nowhere to go, and I couldn’t help but think about you” JJ rambled, the words were just flowing out of his mouth.

“JJ it’s fine. Please just come inside” you told him, your heart heavy at the sight of him and your anger immediately forgotten.

JJ’s blue eyes met yours and you could see the hesitation in them but then he hoisted himself up on your windowsill and swung himself over. His wet boots left mud stains on the wooden floor, so he quickly took them off while he repeatedly apologized for the mess he made.

“Did you hear the things we said about you at the beach?” JJ asked and by the way you quickly looked away in embarrassment, he knew the answer before you nodded.

“Just know that’s not what I really think, Y/N. At least not when it comes to you” JJ told you and he really wanted you to understand that.

“It’s fine, I get it. You were with your friends and I shouldn’t have went there in the first place.”

JJ let out a sigh of relief at your answer, even showing you a small smile. But what happened at the beach wasn’t your biggest concern at the moment.

“Why are not inside? This storm is crazy” you asked him right as the night sky was illuminated by a struck of lightning.

“Well…” JJ started, obviously uncomfortable.

“There’s nowhere I can go, I guess. I got in a stupid fight with my friends today and I can’t really go home right now” he explained like it was nothing but avoided looking into your eyes.

You started to feel heavier with every word he said. ‘Had he been outside all evening?’ you asked yourself full of worry.

“You can stay here” you quickly told him, not having to think twice about it. There was just no way you’d let him go out there again. JJ looked up in surprise, that’s not what he had expected when he came here. He just wanted to apologize, thinking there was no way you’d forgive him.

“Oh, I don’t know. There’s this empty shack down the road. It’s quite comfortable, actually” JJ said, with a slight grin on his face, running his fingers through his wet hair.

“JJ, I’m begging you. Please stay”

His eyes met yours and for a moment you were just looking at each other, captivated by the others presence.

“I guess, I could. If you really don’t mind” JJ then concluded, acting like he had to think really hard about it.

You beamed up at him, making him smile.

“Now let’s get you out if these clothes” You said, not realizing how dirty that sounded.

“Woah, woah, princess. I didn’t know you wanted to see me naked so bad” JJ said with a smirk, making you hit his arm playfully.

“I’m serious JJ. You’re going to catch a cold” you gestured to where his soaked through clothes had left a little puddle of water on your floor.

“You can take a shower to warm up” you told him as you noticed that he was trying to hide his shivers from you.

Shortly after you had led him inside your en suite bathroom, handing him a stack of fresh towels.

The warm water that ran down JJ’s back felt like heaven. After hours spent in the cold rain a hot shower was like paradise on earth. Soon his shivers stopped, and his hair smelled like peaches and lavender just like yours.

“Y/N, can you get me my backpack? I think I got some fresh clothes in there” JJ’s voice sounded from the bathroom, so you quickly fetched him the bag he had left sitting next to your bed.

You didn’t know what you had expected but as you opened the door to the bathroom you were still taken aback by the sight. JJ stood in front of the mirror in nothing but a towel that hung low around his hips. Little droplets of water made his tan skin glisten and his wet hair was stuck to his forehead.

You swallowed hard as you handed him his rucksack. JJ couldn’t fight back the smirk as he realized what an effect, he had on you.

“Like what you see, princess?” he asked you with a cocky grin, making you roll your eyes at him although you absolutely loved what you saw. But of course, you wouldn’t admit that to him that easily.

“Oh, just shut up” you told him instead, blushing in embarrassment.

A few minutes later you were lying on your bed, scrolling through social media when JJ exited your bathroom. He was in his boxers, giving you a good look of his defined abs and making it very hard to look away. JJ on the other hand drooled over how you looked in your short satin pyjama set, trying hard to not make it obvious.

“I got your side all set up” you told him, gesturing to the space on the bed next to you where you had placed two pillows and a spare blanket.  

JJ looked at you surprised.

“You’re letting me sleep in your bed?” he asked you, nervously scratching the back of his head.

“I would have totally slept on the floor” JJ added when he saw your confused face.

You shook your head at him but couldn’t hide a smile. He really was precious for such a tough guy.

Soon after JJ plopped down on your bed and it was weird having him so close after longing for him all week.

“It’s good to see you again, princess” he admitted, voicing what you had thought to yourself.

You two just picked up where you left it the last time you spoke. Everything felt so natural with him, the conversation just flowed, and his accidental touches felt like sparks of electricity. Your heart was beating faster than ever before because of him while JJ’s stomach was filled with butterflies.

You joked around and caught up with what happened since Midsummer’s. JJ was concerned with what your parents and the Kooks thought about you spending the evening with him and also couldn’t stop apologizing for what happened at the beach.

“Wait a second. Why were you at our side of the beach anyway?” His face suddenly lit up as he raised an eyebrow at you.  

“Uhm…I was just hanging out there. The usual you know.” you said as a blush heated up your cheeks and your answer sounded more like a question.  

“Oh really? Why have I never seen you there before then?”

“Maybe you just didn’t notice me?” you tried to sound nonchalant.

“That’s bullshit. There’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed you” JJ countered. His bluntness made your heart skip a beat but also made you feel brave.

“I guess I was there because I’d hoped to see a certain someone” you admitted, purposely keeping your answer vague to mess with him.

“Yeah? Who were you trying to meet?” JJ wanted to know, his lips curled into a playful smirk.  

“Just this guy I met at a party” you shrugged, giving him a sly smile. JJ looked at you knowingly, your words had him on edge. He couldn’t help but notice how close you were, both sitting on your queen-sized bed. Your knee was slightly touching his, making your skin prickle.

“Why’d wanna see him?” JJ dared to ask, looking at you with such intensity that your breath hitched in your throat.  

“Because apparently I can’t quite get enough of him”

The truth just slipped out of your mouth before you could even think about saying something else. Your confession made the butterflies in JJ’s stomach implode and he felt the warmth crawl up his chest. You just stared at him and could tell you were blushing by how hot your cheeks felt.

And suddenly you were even closer to JJ. Your heart was pounding rapidly in your ribcage as he cupped your face with his rough hands.

“I can’t get enough of you either, princess” JJ whispered before he closed the last bit of distance between you. His nose brushed against yours and in the fraction of a second, that made the room spin around you, his lips found yours.

JJ’s mind went blank as soon as your soft lips met his, slowing moving against them. Never before had he kissed someone so passionately. Never before had he felt something besides pure lust. Never before had a kiss made him feel so nervous.

You broke apart to catch your breaths, grinning at each other widely like the love-drunk goofs you were. And within seconds you were kissing him again, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you pulled him closer.

Storm Linda was still raging outside, and rain was whipping against the window pane. From time to time thunder growled loudly but you two couldn’t care less.

JJ’s hands found their way to your hips, lifting you up so you were now on top of him. You could feel his hot naked skin beneath you as you continued your make out session, only breaking away for air.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, princess” JJ whispered once you were lying next to each other again.  

It was already past 3 a.m. and you realized you two had to sleep at some point, although all you wanted was to keep kissing him.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me too, JJ.”

You snuggled up to him and he immediately wrapped his arm around you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever cuddled with somebody before” JJ confessed, slightly nervous. Was he doing this right? 

He wasn’t used to your soft touches and the comfortable warmth you radiated. It was all new.

“You’re a natural then” you smiled up at him, referring to how well your bodies fit together and how cosy you were in his arms.

Your fingers gently traced his naked torso, making his skin tingle. You couldn’t help but notice the purple bruises near his ribcage that had slowly started to fade. JJ was scared of what you might think of him because of them.

Normally he was so ashamed of the wounds his father caused but the way your fingers brushed over them lightly, revealed that you weren’t judging him.

“Whenever you’re comfortable enough to talk about it, please tell me about how you always get those bruises” you told him softly, careful not to make him uncomfortable or pressure him.  

“I promise I will, baby girl” JJ told you, planting a quick kiss on your forehead.

Soon your eyelids felt heavy and JJ felt so safe with you in his arms that he drifted off to sleep instantly. 

‘How did I get so luck’ was the last thing he thought before his eyes fell shut.

Yes, you were a Williams while he was a Maybank but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t have your own perfectly imperfect love story. But were the Outer Banks ready to find out that the Kook Princess was in love with the Pogue King?

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[thecringeler]

Not Allowed (Part One)

Here we go. THINK I WOULD DO THIS?????? HAHAHAHAHAHA N O

But anyway, please enjoy this and excuse my shitty grammar/spelling

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“Where did you want this again?”

Linda turned around to the familiar voice. “Oh over there.” She pointed to an empty corner of the apartment. Susan nodded and carried the box to that corner.

Linda had called Susan in a mist of a crying meltdown, telling her that she was leaving Felix and moving to Hurricane and she asked Susan to help her pack. Even though Susan had just gotten off work, she said yes, and drove her here.

And now here they are…

All alone in an apartment she rented.

Damn it, it wasn’t even a good apartment.

She could hear everything her neighbour’s did, the bathroom was the most disgusting thing she ever saw, and it smelt horrid. But it was something in her budget and allowed cats, so she couldn’t complain.

She suddenly felt a fluffy present rub against her leg. “Ah, speak of the devil…”

A red fluffy tom-cat mewed at her. Linda smiled and picked him up. “Hello Todd~” she scratched his head. Todd purred in response. 

“How’s  the little weirdo?” Susan walked over to where Linda was holding Todd, noticing the tom cat.

“He is doing fine!”

“Well, he threw up in my car, so I hope so.”

“Heh- yeah, sorry about that-“

“Eh, I forgive him.”

Susan scratched his ear as well. “He is too cute for me to be upset with~” 

Linda looked up at Susan. They had quite a height difference, with Susan being the taller one. And… she was close to her. She noticed Susan had an arm around her shoulder, almost pulling her closer to her. It made her feel a certain way-

She pulled away from her grip. “Anyway-“

She let Todd go to get used to his new temporary home. 

“We should take a break! Well, mostly you-“ she chuckled. “You… did the majority of the work..” Susan scoffed playfully. “I try, I try.”

Linda felt the temptation to straighten her hair under Susan’s gaze. Just to look nicer. She held her arms together, not knowing what to do with her hands.

“Well, we can get some alcohol! I stole some of Felix’s collection.” She pulled out a box full of alcohol. 

“Linda Thompson!” Susan laughed. “I never met this part of you! Stealing alcohol from your ex?”

“He deserves it.” She said matter-of-factly. “Now: pass me the corkscrew.”

The other woman rolled her eyes and looked through the boxes of utensils. “Christ were is this damned thing-“

“It’s under the steak knives.” Linda said;  pulling out a Charles Shaw red wine. 

After a few moments of searching, Susan FINALLY found the corkscrew. She mumbled a mixture of swears under her breath and got up to sit by Linda, handing her it to her. “Thank you.” Linda responded.

She placed the screw part  into the cork of the red wine, making sure it went in deep, and pulled.

“Holy moley-“ this was harder than she thought. 

“You need help?”

“No im go-“ with that: she pulled off the cork, making a huge mess on her shirt. She scoffed. “That was my favourite blouse! Agggggh…” Susan chuckled.

 “Quiet you.” Linda sighed. “You pour the glasses. I’ll be back.” 

“K. Can do.” Susan gave her a playful wink. It had no romantic and especially sexual hint to it, but it made her face feel warm still.

Linda speed walked to her bedroom. It was messy, still having boxes unpacked. She didn’t trust the wardrobe. She had noticed mold on the bottom of one of the drawers, and she wasn’t going to risk ruining all her clothes so they wouldn't get wrinkled. 

She grabbed a red blouse out of a box labeled “shirts/blouses” on it with black marker. Obviously. Linda sighed and took off her ruined blouse, and replaced it with the new one.

She walked out, and Susan was waiting for her with a glass of red wine. She smiled. 

Linda sat down beside her. They both deadass decided to just drink on the floor, on a dirty ass yellow mat. She looked over at Susan’s half empty wine glass.

“Christ, you drank all that in a few minutes?”

“It’s good wine! You should have a sip” she passed Linda’s glass to her.

“Oh. Okay..”

Linda placed the glass to her lips, taking a sip. It… tasted like wine. Honestly; she could never tell the difference between any types of wines. It all just tasted the same. But Susan waited for her response.

“It’s… wine-“ she laughed nervously.

Susan gave her a hearty laugh, downing her glass right away. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Linda's face turned even MORE red. “Um I guess-“ she played with a lock of her hair. “Why-why do you ask?” Susan shrugged. “You just look cute.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Linda downed her glass immediately, hoping if she got drunk it would make this experience less weird for her-

Susan laughed at the face she made. 

“I’m not used to wine, okay??” She passed her glass to her to refill it. “Felix usually drinks it all-“

It felt weird to talk about Felix, but it also made her feel better, in a strange way.

“Years of being married to an alcoholic asshole! God, I wasted my life. Remind me to never do that again-“

Susan laughed again. “Heh. I'll try.”

Linda took a swing of her glass. “Oh boy the shit I have on him!”

“Do tell~”

“Okay so-“ 

The two women shit- talked about Felix for about 5 minutes. Both of them had years of shit on the man, and hoo BOY DID THEY NEED TO RELEASE IT. Both of them became drunk, laughing and clinging onto each other. They slowly got more… touchy with each other.

It was mostly Linda leaning onto her in a sort of romantic way. Like holding onto Susan's arm while settling her head on her shoulders. 

“You know…” Linda sighed. “I don’t even remember the last time Felix kissed me… And sex, that was non existent-“ She laughed to herself, taking another sip of wine. This was her fourth glass. Susan just listens to her, having her own fourth glass. 

“……” Linda looked up at her. Gosh… Susan was so nice… she was smart, kind, honest, and.. 

“You… you are handsome.”

It was time for Susan to get flustered. “Wha-“

She traced her strong cheekbones with her thumb, and Susan seemed to melt in her hands. She even grabbed Linda's hands, and kissed them gently. God this was making both of their stomachs flutter. 

Then Linda decided to rip off the bandaid and pulled Susan into a kiss.

The kiss only lasted a few moments.

Linda finally let her go, holding Susan’s shoulders tightly. They spent a few moments just looking at each other. Red lipstick smeared on Susan’s lips. 

“…….”

“OHMYGOODNESSIDIDNTMEANTODOTHATIMSOSORRY-“ she let go of Susan’s shoulders and almost fell backwards. Her face was fully red, but it wasn’t like you could tell: she hid her face in her hands, too ashamed to even look at her.

Though Susan was in a state of shock.

“I- um-“ that was the only thing she could say. Her brain was fried, while Linda was apologizing over and over again.

“I’m so so so sorry I don’t know what want through me that why I don’t drink I guess heh but seriously I’m not gay or anything you are just really handsome and everything and sweet and you were so close-“

She only stopped by Susan kissing her again. 

Linda’s hands hovered over Susan’s waist, not being able to move her body. Her face felt on fire- Thi-is was wrong-

But despite every nerve in her brain telling her to stop, she kissed back. She felt hands go through her curly hair. Her own hands were wrapped around Susan’s lower back.

The mixture of the wine and Susan’s own taste made it seem so much more pleasurable. 

But slowly, it started to get more passionate. Hands would claw at hair and skin, trying to get as much of skin friction. 

It slowly got… erotic. But Linda didn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop it. It got so far that Linda had let her into her bedroom.

[lennonknowsmysins]

could you do the gangster au but the “turning point” in their relationship?? i love your work so much 🥰

pt. 3 to gangster!George

tw: mobster gets a little too handsy, mild violence, arguing

-

You and George had been married for a month and you’d had maybe five conversations with him. He was a reserved man but you weren’t sure what else you expected from a gangster. Truthfully, you weren’t sure you minded. Since your conversation with Cynthia, Linda and Maureen, he didn’t put you on edge every time he was in the room but he still intimated you. George was practically always working, spending all day in his study (which you still had yet to see) and coming to bed late. He never tried to wake you up but you still liked to wait for him, pretending to be asleep.

Realistically, you figured you shouldn’t be too upset with him for not making much of an effort to get to know you considering hadn’t attempted to reach out to him either. Still, when the only time you really saw him was dinner and he spent most of the time talking to his mates, you couldn’t deny that you felt ignored. It wasn’t like you were thrilled to be married either.

The real struggle was trying to find something to do with yourself. Normally, you’d be busy with school but part of your father cutting off your freedom including forcing you to drop out of university. Now nothing seemed to hold your interest.

Linda, who you learned was a journalist (making her and Paul’s relationship taboo in the mob world), had begun enlisting you to spell check her articles. You spent a good amount of time with Cynthia as she’d invited you to help her paint the baby nursery. She was a lovely woman and you enjoyed her company but even as you painting those little blue birds and bounced baby names off one another, you couldn’t help the looming feeling of loneliness. You were just disconnected from the rest of them. Cynthia, Linda and Maureen were involved with each others lives while you...well, you were just there.

You were manifesting that your first public outing with George - some sort of annual gathering for allied mobs - would do something to help the disconnect between the two of you.

-

Upon entering the mansion, you pressed yourself closer to George. You may have not felt entirely comfortable with him but since Cynthia and Linda hadn’t been able to come (Cynthia because she was pregnant, Linda because of her profession) and Maureen was very much looking forward to having a date night with Ringo, George was your lifeline for the night.

The hall was full of men in fancy suits with dark looks in their eyes, most of them appearing to be twice your age. One by one, they came up to George, asking him about business deals and his father before eventually landing on you, at which point, George thankfully steered you away.

“Sorry about all of them.” George apologized, finding a seat on a couch in the corner of the room, “They’re swingers, the whole lot. ‘s why my da stopped coming to these events.”

You snorted as you sat down, “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am. They’ve been dropping hints that they’re interested in an orgy ever since we got married. Quite frankly, I’m not sure how to tell them no.” George said, shooting you a look. You burst into laughter, making George smile.

“Wait here, I have to talk to someone but I’ll be right back.” George told you, squeezing your shoulder before standing and beckoning to Paul. Paul smiled at you apologetically, following George and leaving you all alone in the corner. You watched Maureen dance with Ringo. You wished Linda and Cyn were here, if George wouldn’t dance with you, you were sure they would. At least, you wouldn’t be lonely.

Your bottom lip trembled but before you could feel too sorry for yourself, you felt the couch dip. A handsome blond man with the most dazzling blue eyes you’d ever seen had sat next to you. He wore a suit of velvet purple and had a martini glass in one hand and a curious grin on his face. A feeling of dread immediately crept into your gut.

“Now, why would a lovely lady such as yourself be sitting here all by herself?” He hummed in a confident tone. Unsure of how to react to the situation, you turned your eyes to your drink, swishing the clear liquid around.

“Waiting for someone.” You murmured back. You could’ve sworn that as soon as you’d said that, he scooted closer to you.

“You can call me Yates.” He said, although you hadn’t asked, “I don’t believe I caught your’s?”

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “I’m not sure I feel comfortable telling you that.”

“Aw, why not? Is it because I’m a big, scary gangster?” Yates chuckled, definitely scooting closer this time. He continued when you didn’t respond, “That’s fine baby, I’ll come up with one for you. It’s just important you know mine so you know what to scream later.”

Your face twisted in disgust and you would’ve attempted to get up had it not been for his hand curling around your thigh. The sudden grip made you freeze, giving Yates a chance to press himself against you.

“Let go of me. I’m here with my...my h-husband.” You stammered, trying to sound tough.

“Come on now, you don’t sound so sure of that. I doubt that George is that much of a husband anyhow.” He leered, tapping your cheek. Just as you were about to retort, Yates was being dragged off of you.

An angry George stood before you, clutching Yates’ collar in his fist. Everyone around you had stopped what they were doing to watch you.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch my wife.”

With that simple warning, he dropped the creep and grabbed your wrist, pulling you from your seat. As he brought you to the exit, the crowd resumed the party as though nothing had happened. You assumed this sort of thing happened often at mob events.

Once you were outside, George let go of you to light a cigarette, not bothering to look at you as he took a drag. John and Paul burst through the door after you.

“What the fuck just happened mate?” John asked.

“Yates had his hands all over (y/n).” George spat bitterly. The two men turned to you, shivering in your dress.

The alarm on Paul’s face dropped to concerned, “Are you alright, love?”

“I’m fine. Just a bit freaked out.” You shrugged, still trying to process the event. You hadn’t seen George this angry before.  

“Yer cryin’.” John pointed out bluntly. You blinked, touching your cheek. Huh. You hadn’t realized.

George tilted his head towards you with an unreadable expression. He placed the cigarette between his lips, shrugging off his suit jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders.

“‘m taking her home.” He decided, putting an arm around you, “Paul, can you take John, Rich and Mo in your car?”

“Course, but-”

George didn’t wait for Paul to finish, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards his Mercedes. You glanced behind you to see Ringo and Maureen had joined John and Paul, who were explaining the situation to them. You caught Maureen’s sympathetic look before the car door closed.

-

The entire ride was silent, an awkward, bitter silence sitting between you and George. He didn’t even look at you as you walked up to the house, leaving the door for you to close.

“Go to bed.” George ordered gruffly, his back turned to you as he headed toward his office.

You stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded. He hadn’t really just spoken to you like you were a misbehaving child and not his wife.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

George paused. Then he turned around, his eyebrows set in annoyance. He wasn’t used to people questioning him, “What did you say?”

“I asked if you were joking about telling me to go to bed.” You huffed, rolling your eyes, “You know, just because I’m your wife doesn’t mean you control me.”

He glared at you, his eye twitching as he tried to think of a response. You saved him the trouble,

“For the record, you didn’t have to make such a big scene back there.”

“He had his hands all OVER you!” He spluttered, spit flying from his mouth, “And it wasn’t like you were doing anything to stop him!”

“I was scared, a strange man was invading my space because my husband completely abandoned me at a party where I didn’t know anyone!” You shout, your voice shaking as it echoed through the ridiculously large foyer.

George’s sour expression softened and you notice he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He swallowed thickly, “I had to talk to someone.”

“You still left me all alone.” You whispered angrily, “I know that this isn’t what either of us wanted and if I could, I’d go back and stop my father from getting us in this situation but we don’t have that choice.

You took a shuttering breath, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before continuing,

“George, I get that we’re from two completely different worlds but I just had mine completely uprooted for your’s. You’ve barely spoken to me since the first two days after the wedding. For god’s sake, we sleep in the same damn bed and I don’t know that we’ve ever had a conversation. Y’know, the only thing I actually know about you is that you’re a mobster? I...I was just really hoping that tonight could fix that.”

George’s face didn’t change throughout the course of your rant but there was something that looked like a mix of surprise and guilt in his brown eyes. Ever the man of few words, he didn’t respond - you didn’t know if he didn’t want to or if he didn’t know how. You shook your head.

“No, no, you know what? I am gonna go to bed. I need some sleep.” You muttered, turning away from him and storming up the stairs without another word.

Linda was waiting for you at the top of the stairs but you brushed by her in silence, too pissed for any intellectual conversation. You slammed the bedroom door shut, not bothering to turn the lights or take your clothes off. You curled up above the covers, looking out the window.

The wind blew softly, gently rustling the leaves of the tree peaking through the glass. A single tear trailed down your cheek as you thought about how you hadn’t even gotten to dance with George. The night had been spoiled from the start.

At some point, you finally managed to fall asleep, missing the lanky, mop toped figure that took your shoes off and tucked you in.

[laddieseddiemunster]

Linda Barrett Relationship HCs

no one requested I just felt like making this cause I love her. don’t worry yall the lost boys is still the main topic on this acc

this is gender neutral :)

Believe it or not, but Linda does believe in falling in love. She’s had experience with having crushes and thinking people are attractive, but not so much on falling completely and utterly in love. Whenever she’d feel a warm feeling in her heart when she would talk to you, she knew that she was in love.

Linda was probably the one to make the first move. When she knows what she wants, she’s gonna go for it. Linda was definitely more shy than she usually is because she knew she was in love, but that didn’t stop her too much. She wants you badly, and she wanted to know if you felt the same way.

You thought Stacy was the one who wanted romance? Well, Linda sure wants it too now. The second you let Linda know that you felt the same way about her, she was quick to ask you out on a date.

The quicker the two of you got to know each other the quicker the relationship started. Her school found out pretty quick because Linda told a friend and the word got around. Some people were probably upset because Linda is a babe, but she was your babe. Linda is not a cheater. There is no way she’d go out and cheat on you.

You two have probably gone on double dates before with Stacy and Rat. Stacy definitely liked you because you treated Linda way better than her past ex’s.

Linda most likely initiated the first kiss. It was soft yet quick. She doesn’t want to take things too fast, but not too slow either. She probably pulled you into another kiss right after, but it didn’t lead to anything because she doesn’t want to pressure you.

After that, most of your kisses were either hello or goodbye kisses, but they still meant a lot to the both of you. Hell the kiss could be real short but it’d still mean a lot.

Linda loves it when you go visit her while she’s working at the pizza parlor. Her job can be really stressful, but you always brighten up her day when you come see her. Whenever you do come visit her, she’ll ask one of her friends to cover for her so she’d could spend some time with you. It usually isn’t a lot of time cause her boss could catch her not working, but it still means a lot to Linda.

If you surprise her with flowers (at her job or school) she’ll literally be the happiest she’s ever been. Flowers might be cheesy and cliche, but Linda doesn’t care. She’d definitely show them too all her friends and brag about how lucky she is all day. Linda would probably surprise you with flowers or chocolates as well in the future.

Linda absolutely adores being babied. She loves attention, and she’ll even the same amount of attention back to you. Any sort of attention she gets from you she’ll love.

She’s not a big lover for pda. She definitely likes to brag about you, but she prefers to give you attention when you’re both alone. Linda doesn’t mind giving you kisses or embraces in public, but not too much beyond that.

You’re probably on the phone with her all night until you’re both too tired to talk. You’ve probably fallen asleep on the phone with her before, or she’s gotten in trouble by her parents and she has to hang up early. Linda just wants to hear your voice. It’s the best sound to fall asleep to in her opinion.

Linda doesn’t have too many pet names for you. It’s usually just “babe” or “baby”. She enjoys it when you call her a pet name. She prefers to just stick with one or two to call you because she wouldn’t want to call you something that you didn’t like.

Cuddle with this girl! She absolutely loves them after a long day. Hell even a hug with brighten her day. Embrace her, hold her from behind, play with her hair, kisses, give her attention! She loves any sort of attention!

Linda loves to dance with you. It might sound cliche, but she doesn’t care. If you tease her and tell her that she’s cheesy, she’ll tell you to shush and not ruin the moment. She likes to watch a lot of chick flicks with Cary Grant. She’ll probably make you watch them with her. She can’t help that she’s a hopeless romantic.

She’s not one to tease you. But occasionally, she will in a playful way. She can’t help it. Annoying you is just so fun. She doesn’t do it to make you mad. She kinda just does it for attention. It usually happens when you’re busy with something, but Linda wants your attention. She’ll find a way to get it.

Whenever Linda is sad, she’ll go to you or give you a call. You always seem to make her feel better. Sometimes she really just needs a shoulder to cry on. If you’re sad she’ll definitely cuddle you until you feel better. If you’re sad she’s sad.

Fights between the two of you don’t happen too often. You absolutely have disagreements like every relationship does, but fights are pretty rare. Linda hates fighting with you. It makes her feel sad because you’re her go-to.

When you guys do fight it never lasts long. If Linda was the one at fault, she’ll apologize pretty quickly because she hates making you upset. If you’re the one at fault, Linda would explain why she’s upset with you, but she’d definitely want to hear an apology. If she gets one from you then she won��t be upset with you anymore.

You better not break this girls heart, or you’ll come outside with your tires slashed.

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Recovery is not Linear (Lucifer Morningstar)

Paring: Lucifer Morningstar x reader (Mostly platonic). The other main characters are mentioned in this too Words: 1.3k+ Warning(s): Self harm, suicidal thoughts A/N: I had an extremely bad night, i almost relapsed. I needed to write this out to help keep me from doing so. Please, if stuff like this triggers you: do not read.Please Do not hesitate to reach out to others if you need to vent. Suicide hotline: 1-800-273-8255 Trans support hotline: 877-565-8860

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Tired.

That's the feeling you felt these past few weeks. It wasn't just a physical feeling of exhaustion, it was like your brain was exhausted from the constant internal battles and intrusive thoughts.

Numb.

You almost felt like there was nothing: no happiness, no sadness, no anger. Nothing. It was like your emotions were under anesthesia and they couldn't wake up. Numbness...

It was overwhelming. It had gotten to the point were you isolated yourself from you dear friends and kept yourself locked away. It was too much to deal with all at once and the best plan you had was isolation. They didn't need to see you this way... So weak...

Relapse happened. The intrusive and destructive thoughts won your mind and you broke your two years clean.

"But hey, at least the pain from the blade felt like something." Your mind twisted this as a good thing, but you also knew it wasn't a healthy way to cope...

You laid in bed, curled up under the covers. This was the fifth day of staying here, only ever getting up to deal with the bare necessities and to inflict pain onto yourself. The warmth of your blankets and pillows provided a sense of comfort that you didn't want to give up just yet. You sighed and kept staring at the wall, trying to keep your mind blank from the dark thoughts.

You pondered for a moment on whether or not your friends noticed your sudden disappearance. You hadn't touched your cellphone since you self-isolated, so you didn't have a clue if they tried calling or texting.

"They are all busy anyways..." You mumbled and turned to lay on your other side, wincing at the sting of fresh cuts on your thighs and forearms. Lucifer and Chloe had cases to solve, Linda was busy with work and her son, Amenadiel was also busy with his son, Mazikeen was probably working a bounty, and Dan and Ella were probably wrapped up in whatever case was thrown to them.

Your mind started filling up with darker thoughts despite your attempts to focus on something else... The tiny voice in your mind telling you the only way to stop these feelings of numbness and tiredness was to end it all.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to get those intrusive thoughts away. Your mind was exhausted from fighting them these last few weeks so your brain decided to mentally check out. Your eyes slowly opened as you kept your focus on a random poster you had up. Your breathing was shallow and the grip on your blankets was tight, but you weren't feeling there in the moment.

A knock on the door almost pulled you back, but you figured it was just someone trying to sell you something. Your brain kept you away still.

It was the sound of your door being opened with a slam that jolted you back into reality. Next thing you knew Lucifer, Amenadiel, Chloe, Dan, Ella, and Linda flooded into your bedroom all looking worried. In a heartbeat, Lucifer was at your side, taking your hand into his much larger ones.

You knew immediately they would notice something wasn't alright. Your hair looked like it hadn't been touched in days and your eyes looked sunken in and raw from crying. Your body was shaking from the pure anxiety that began to build, and you knew Lucifer could feel that.

You opened your mouth to speak but couldn't find any words to explain yourself. You felt fear begin to rise in your core, the blood that pumped through your body felt frozen cold as you looked between all of them.

"Guys, let me handle this." Linda spoke, whicu everyone agreed to leave except Lucifer. He refused to leave your side. "(Y/N), what's going on?"

Your lip trembled as you looked to her and back to Lucifer. It only took seconds before you broke down into tears. You explained as clearly as you could through the sobs that racked your body.

You told them about the feelings of numbness, the feeling of being tired all the time, and how you relapsed. You told her how ashamed you felt, failing that two year long streak of being clean of self harm.

"Recovery isn't a linear thing, (Y/N)." Linda spoke softly. "It isn't straight forward either. Your relapse doesn't erase all the past achievements you've made towards recovery." She explained more to you about recovery, and she offered to sit you down for a more proper session in her office tomorrow so she could provide you with more resources.

"I'll be going to the other room. I can tell Lucifer wants to talk to you alone." She smiled sweetly.

"Darling, do you have a first aid kit?" He asked.

"Yea, under my bathroom sink." You mumbled. Gently, he helped you up from the bed and led you to your bathroom.

"Take a seat on the bathtub ledge. I just want to make sure your injuries are clean." You follow his instructions and slowly rolled up your sleeves and pulled down your sweats enough to show your thighs. You and Lucifer were close enough to the point you felt no embarrassment changing in front of him. Just embarrassment of your fresh wounds and old scars.

"You must think I am silly huh? A small, unimportant human upset over nothi-"

"Don't finish that sentence." Lucifer turned to face you, kneeling in front of you with the first aid kit ready. "You were the first human I ever made friends with, (Y/N). You are far from being just being unimportant. And before you try it, I am not lying. You know I never lie."

"But-"

"No but's..." He began looking over the scabbed cuts from last night, an ointment packet at the ready. "Well, actually butts are more than welcome to me." That made you crack a small smile. He lightly coated the cuts on each area of skin with the ointment. It stung a bit, making you visibly wince, and Lucifer apologized each time. Once he felt it was covered enough he placed some bandages over the wounds.

"Thank you for helping, Luci."

"No problem at all, my dear." He placed a soft kiss to your cheek and pulled you to your feet. "Want to see everyone else?"

You bit your bottom lip, "Yes, I probably should." You took hold of Lucifers hand as he led you out to the main room where everyone else was.

"I'm sorry, I worried you guys. It's-" You couldn't even finish your sentence when you felt Ella practically jump on you for a tight hug.

"You don't have to apologize at all, (Y/N)." She said, pulling away. "We get it. Just please know you can rely on us if you are ever feeling down or need a distraction."

"You are always welcome to join Trix, Lucifer and I for game night." Chloe offered. "Trixie loves when you hang out with us."

"And I've been looking into trying meditation if you ever want to join me." Dan jumped in. You could see Lucifer trying to refrain himself from making a snide remark.

"You are always welcome to visit Charlie, Linda, and I." Amenadiel smiled warmly.

"I'm always down to have a movie or tv show marathon." Ella giggled.

"And I am always looking for more friends to party with." Maze smirked.

Happiness.

For the first time in weeks, you felt something more than emotional numbness. You felt pure giddiness bubble in your chest as your friends kept saying different ideas to you.

You felt hot tears once again roll down your face, and you hastily wiped them away.

"These are happy tears guys. Thank you so much." You choked out with a big smile on your face. In an instant it seemed like everyone join in on a group hug.

An awkward, but loving group hug.

[wefoundloveunderthelight]

Void of Extinction by GleefullyCaptainSwan

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Chapter 6: Wave of Remembrance

Emma paced the small room, chewing wearily on her lip as she watched the man on the bed in front of her. She felt her entire body freeze the moment Killian hit the ground, his eyes blank, staring into the sky. Her immediate fear was that she had shared too much information and overloaded him. But once she got to his side and realized he wasn’t breathing, she was terrified she had killed him.

She was grateful to Mary Margaret and her quick thinking; her medical staff was by his side almost instantly. By the time they got him breathing again, Emma was certain her own heart had stopped beating in her chest.

He groaned from his place on the bed and Emma rushed to his side, pulling his hand into hers as he blinked his eyes opened and closed.

“What happened?”

“I’m so sorry, Killian, I knew I shouldn’t have told you too much at once, dammit, I thought I had lost you.” She said through tear-soaked sobs.

He reached across his chest, wiping tears from her face. “There, there Lass, there’s no need to worry about me. I’m a survivor after all.”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” She sobbed through half a smile.

“I apologize, Swan.” He grinned. “Won’t happen again.”

“What did you call me?” She paused, recognizing his use of her last name, something Killian used frequently when referring to her, she didn’t want the hope to soar in her chest.

“Uh, is Swan not your last name?” He asked in confusion. “I was sure I heard it mentioned.”

She frowned, “Yeah I guess so.” She said sadly.

“Have I upset you?”

“Of course not, no it’s nothing. I’m just glad you’re alright.” She stepped away from him and he grabbed her hand, pulling her back toward the bed. As soon as he did, he dropped her hand, staring directly at her.

~*~

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, my gorgeous Swan?”

“Yes, but you can tell me again.”

“When all of this settles and the walls come down, I’m gonna buy you a house on the ocean, and we will sit out on the porch and watch the ships come in until the sun sets over the water. And then I’m going to take you into the house and make love to you until the sun rises.”

“When will we sleep?”

“Who needs sleep when I have you, love?”

“Are you alright? Dammit, where’s the doctor?” He could hear Emma’s raised voice as his vision swirled. Reaching out he took her hand again.

“I’m alright.” He groaned. “Just another vision. Honestly, I’m fine, it didn’t hurt as bad this time.”

“You just told me you wouldn’t scare me again.” She scolded and he found himself laughing at the anger on her face. He sat up on the edge of the bed, stretching his back as he stepped down on the ground, ignoring Emma’s constant pleas for him to sit down.

“I’m fine. I’m not going to lay in that bloody bed anymore.”

“Why are you always so goddamn stubborn.” She yelled.

“Stubborn? I’m not the one insisting that someone else has stolen my life.” He returned her fire as she stood with her mouth open.

“Why is it such a bad thing for you to have his life?” She asked loudly, tears forming again at the corners of her eyes.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, he didn’t want to yell at her, none of this was her fault. “I’m sorry Emma, it’s not my intention to hurt you.” He didn’t know how to stop her from crying, instead he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her body and holding her against his chest as she cried into him. Instinctively his hands found her hair, brushing the strands with his fingers. “Please don’t cry, love.”

She sniffled under his chin, her hands resting on his chest. He could get used to holding this woman, even if it wasn’t his right to do so.

“I miss you so much.” She said softly, before he felt her mouth against his chest, her hot breath causing a slight groan to get stuck in his throat.

“Emma…” He breathed the warning into her hair the moment he felt her mouth languidly move to his jawline. His eyes fell closed as her teeth skimmed his flesh.

“Come back to me, please.” She begged, a stray tear dripping from her face onto his skin. He couldn’t breathe, his heart was pounding through his chest, the pain traveling up his back as he groaned in discomfort and she pulled away from him, her face puffy and red, her eyes wide. “I’m sorry, oh God, Killian, I’m so sorry.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing through his nose as the pain subsided. When he was able to see through the slanted space of his narrowed eyes, he focused in on her face, the sadness across her features, the way she bit her lip to stop the tears from flowing, he would do anything to stop her pain. Anything.

Before his brain caught up with his body, he had pulled her into his arms again, his lips latching on to hers, a squeal of surprise escaping her open mouth. The moment she returned the kiss, his entire world exploded into light around him. It was as if the pull of her gravity had suddenly swallowed him whole. Everything else ceased to exist except for him and the woman in his arms.

His Emma. His world.

Visions invaded his thoughts, a wave of remembrance.

His mother cradling him in her arms as she sang a soft lullaby.

Mourning at the gravesite of his lost brother.

Being sworn in as an officer of the law, David Nolan standing before him as he placed his hand on the bible.

Emma Swan wrapped in a sheet, standing at the edge of his bed, staring out the window at the world below them.

Watching Emma walk away from him as he swore he would see her soon.

Standing there as Neal Cassidy stepped out of the shadows of his apartment, a gun in his hand.

Being placed in a machine as he screamed Emma’s name before the door slammed shut and the blackness took him away, burying his thoughts in the recesses of his mind.

It all came back to him in a heartbeat, an instant of pain and then nothing but the feel of the woman in his arms.

He pulled away from her, his palm resting against her cheek. “Emma?” He felt the tears pooling, blinding his vision, as her green eyes, eyes he wanted to be lost in for the rest of his eternity, stared up at him. “You’re alright!”

“Killian?” She said with a gulp as he nodded his head, pressing his lips to hers once more, he felt her entire weight push toward him, knocking him back against the wall with a laugh. Suddenly she was peppering him with kisses on his cheek, his jaw, his forehead. “It’s you.”

“Aye love, it’s me.” He said, resting his head against her forehead. “Sorry it took me so long to find you.”

She smiled at him before launching into his arms again. “I missed you so much.” She breathed against his neck, her hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He reached up, cupping a hand against hers, stilling her movement.

“Shouldn’t we inform the others?”

She bit her lip and he melted. “We can tell them in the morning.” The moment she smiled with a mischievous gleam he lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed.

“As you wish, M’lady.” He teased as he deposited her onto the bed.

He kissed her as if it were the first time their mouths had touched, like rediscovering something you thought you once lost. Holding her in his arms, their bodies sliding against each other in a mixture of heat and sweat, he swore to her that he would never leave her again. When she fell over the edge, his name on her lips, he wasn’t sure how he had survived without her for so long.

As they lay together in the dark, her heart beating against his chest, her eyes sought his as if she had something she needed to say, something weighing on her heart.

She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist. “Killian, there’s something I need to tell you.”

He sat up, pressing his mouth to her shoulder. “You can tell me anything, love.” She turned toward him, letting the sheets fall around her.

Suddenly the door to the room swung open and Will stepped through the archway. “Emma…Oi.” His hand went to his face. “I uh…”

“Would you please wait outside.” Emma said, swearing under her breath.

“Yup, can do. Sorry ‘bout that…”

“Get out Will!” She shouted, trying to pull her sheet against her chest.

As soon as the door closed she fell against his chest. “He’s never going to stop talking about this.” She groaned.

“Go see what he wants.” He smiled. Kissing her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’d better not.” She smiled, sliding out from the sheets as he leaned against the wall, watching her dress, happy to once again feel like himself.

~*~

Emma stepped outside the door, Will was leaning against the wall.

“Oi, I told you that man would fall for you in any reality, but that didn’t mean I wanted to witness it.”

“Next time try knocking.”

“He was out cold, how was I to know you two would be shacking up right after he almost died.”

“He remembered.” She said suddenly. “That was Killian, not James.”

“Wait, what? Are you serious? And your first thought was to give him a proper shag before you let the rest of us know?”

She rolled her eyes. “We were going to tell everyone in the morning.”

“Plans changed. Mary Margaret wants to see everyone now.”

“Why? What’s happened?”

“Well, if you’re done having sex with your boyfriend, perhaps we could all find out.” She slapped him on the shoulder and retreated to the room. “We’ll be right there.”

When she entered, Killian was still sitting on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Mary Margaret wants to see everyone now. I’m not sure what’s going on, but Will seemed to think it was important.”

He stood from the bed, gathering his clothes from the floor. “Did he say what the urgency was about?”

She shook her head and continued dressing herself, trying not to let her nerves get to her. “No, just that she wanted to see everyone right away.”

He paused, stepping closer to her, stilling her in her place as he lifted her chin, pulling her eyes to his. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together. You and me, love.”

“God, I missed you.” He bent slightly to kiss her lips, letting her continue the task of pulling her clothes on. They walked hand in hand toward the control center, smiling at each other before entering the room.

“Together.” He reminded her before stepping through the door.

~*~

The door opened and Killian stepped through the opening, his grip on Emma’s hand tightening. He didn’t miss the way everyone gawked at them, whispers rumbling through the group.

Mary Margaret stepped toward them, pausing as she stared at their entangled hands. “It’s a pleasure to final meet you, Lady Nolan. David mentioned you in passing more than once.”

“Killian?” She exclaimed.

“Aye, seems the fog has lifted.”

“Thank God.”

“What’s going on?” Emma interrupted.

“David called me an hour ago. He’s on his way with Regina to the Eastern border. He said they got a call about a body, a man named Felix Croft.”

“He worked for Neal.” Emma said nervously. “He attacked me on the pier, he might have killed me if Ruby hadn’t taken him down.”

Mary Margaret frowned, “They are pinning it on Killian.”

“What?”

“David told me that an eyewitness put you at the scene and that they saw you kill the man.”

“Clearly it’s a lie.” Emma squeaked.

“I’m not concerned about Felix.” Mary Margaret shook her head. “David told me that he was going to be out all night as they investigated the scene. So that means that both Regina and David will be indisposed this evening, now is our time to get to the data port. But we don’t have a lot of time. We need to move now.”

“How are we going to get into Regina’s office?” Emma asked.

“You tell me.” The woman looked in his direction. “You had a plan previously, how were you planning to get into her office.”

“There’s a thing about Regina that not a lot of people knew, there had been a few death threats on her life, so she had a secret entrance built into her office, very secure and only a select number of people know the code to access it.”

“How does that help us, Mate?” Will interjected.

“Because I was one of those select people.” He said with a wink.

“Ok, then we have our way in.”

“How? The minute they see Killian on the streets they will alert Regina. Did you forget about the shoot to kill order?”

“That’s why Killian isn’t going.” Mary Margaret announced.

Killian’s heart sank. “If you think I’m letting Emma do this alone, I can assure you that you are wrong.”

“It’s too dangerous, if you go, we’ll be caught immediately. The only chance we have is if you stay behind.”

“She’s right.” Emma said softly beside him. “You’d never make it past the walls.”

He turned toward her, “We said we would do this together.”

“Killian, you put your life on the line to protect me, it’s time for me to return the favor. I can do this.”

“You’ll still be helpful from here.” Mary Margaret assured.

“How exactly would I be of help from the underground? Babysitting?” He said sarcastically.

“I can’t take Henry with me.”

“I was talking about Will.” He added, a small pout on his face that slowly turned into a smile.

“Cheeky bastard.” Will swore, sitting down at the table across from him.

“You’ll be on the communicator, you have the code, we’ll be your eyes, but you need to talk us through how to get to the office. We still need you.”

He nodded at the dark-haired woman standing in front of him. “Aye, then when do you leave?”

~*~

Emma cooed softly with her son in her arms, rocking back and forth in the middle of the room. “Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart. Never to part, baby of mine.” She ran her hand across his chubby little cheek as his bright blue eyes smiled up at her. She felt a tear slip onto her cheek.

“If anything goes wrong, promise me, you’ll take care of him.” She spoke softly, trying to keep her voice calm as she spoke.

“Love, nothing is going to go wrong. You get in, enter the code, upload the information, and get out.”

She looked up at Killian and smiled nervously. “I know, but just in case. Promise me.”

He stepped beside her and wrapped his arm around her, bending to place a soft kiss against her brow. “I will protect him with my life.”

“Thank you.” She smiled down at Henry as she placed him into his bed. Turning she wrapped her arms around Killian’s waist, enveloping herself in his scent as he pulled her against him.

“Stay close to Will.”

She laughed. “You know I could kick his ass, right?”

“For me, please, I need you to come home to me.” He almost begged, his voice cracking as he spoke. She melted into his embrace, feeling the gravity of the situation before her. She was so close to completing her mission, she wanted it to be over, to finally feel safe. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She heard a knock on the door causing them to break contact. “It’s time.” Will announced, sticking his head into the crack in the door.

She lifted her jacket from the chair beside her and pulled her arms through the sleeves. When she turned she saw Killian leaning over to pick Henry up from his bed. She held her breath, watching as the boy leaned his head against the man’s broad chest.

“Killian…” She said softly. “When I get back, we need to talk.”

His eyes met hers, full of worry and anxiety. “I've found when a woman says that I'm rarely in for a pleasant conversation.”

“Emma, we need to go.” Will pushed the door further open, stepping inside. “Sorry.”

“Go love, we’ll talk when you return.” He said with a smile and Emma crossed the room to press a kiss to her son’s head, leaning up on her toes to then meet Killian’s lips.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“I know you will.” He said with confidence before clearing his throat. “Stay close to her.” His remark was directed across the room to Will.

“I won’t let anything happen to her.” He said with a nod.

“I meant that so she could protect you.” He chuckled.

“Bugger off.” Will grumbled as he walked out of the door with Killian and Emma close behind.

Emma followed the group through the maze of dark halls until they reached a giant hanger with the sound of water all around them. Sitting at the end of the room was a small boat.

“Alright, we get in and we get right back out. That’s it. We have no room for error.” Mary Margaret stated firmly. “We can’t make any mistakes because we only have a few hours before David comes back to the office with that bucket of rust.”

Emma turned and wrapped her arms one more time around Killian’s neck, running her hand along the back of her son’s head. Leaning against his ear she whispered, “Take care of him, Henry.” She kissed her son and then smiled at Killian. “Be right back.” She stepped onto the boat and sat down in between Ruby and Will.

The boat pulled away from the bunker and she watched as Killian stood at the edge of the water, her son wrapped protectively in his arms, until the fog overtook them, and she was surrounded by darkness.