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veronicaphoenix · 8 months

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Chapter tags & trigger warnings: angst, sickness, best friends’ comfort, alcohol intake, implied depression. | Word count: 3.5k | Cross posted on AO3. | Series masterpost. ✧.*

General trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

Over the past two hours, my fever had spiked, signaling that I was getting worse.

Although I had enjoyed a good night's sleep, as soon as I woke up, an unexpected wave of fatigue enveloped me. This sensation was different from the occasional bouts of coughing that would sporadically afflict me.

By mid-morning, it became evident that I had caught some viral infection.

As the day unfolded, my throat began to ache, and by lunchtime, my condition had deteriorated to the point where I couldn't muster the energy to prepare a meal. With Jolly off exploring San Francisco with friends from Sweden and Jesse away on tour with ERRA, I was alone, left to mend for myself.

Struggling through a meager breakfast, I made it to noon feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.

I lay on the couch with the back of my right hand on my forehead. I was sure I had a fever, but I didn't have a thermometer to confirm it. If Lia had been home, we probably would have had a box with one and some medicines, as had been the case when we lived together during our early twenties. Since she had moved into her apartment and Jolly, Jesse, and I had moved into a slightly smaller house, there were aspects of my life that had been somewhat neglected, and having medication at home just in case was one of them.

Lia was the one always ready and prepared to deal with any inconvenience and unexpected event. That’s why some times, besides managing the merch, she also helped with the logistic aspects of the band. She helped in the coordination of transportation, accommodations, and venue bookings, ensuring everything was in order.

During times like these, I longed to call her for comfort and assistance. I knew she would be able to alleviate my discomfort. However, those days seemed to be a relic of the past. Lia was now committed to a relationship with Mitch, and she had started spending more and more time in his house, which signaled that this was more serious than I had hoped.

I hesitated to reach out to her, afraid of intruding in whatever she was doing or, worse, being ignored. I would feel like shit knowing that she was with another man to whom she was giving more priority than me. I knew that she was in her own right and these feelings of mine were unnecesary, but I couldn’t help them. I knew she was at Mitch’s place. They had been together for over a year, but I was still not used to sharing her. Well, not that exactly. I wasn’t used to letting her go. I hated having to restrain myself every time I wanted her company.

For all those reason, I eventually sent her a text message. I anxiously waited for the blue ticks that indicated she had received and read my words to appear in the screen.

"I think I caught something. I feel like crap, and I don't even have a thermometer. Can you come by and grab something from the pharmacy on the way?"

She replied not later than fifteen minutes.

“What’s wrong?”

“No idea. A virus, I guess. I feel powerless, my head feels heavy, and I think I have a fever.”

“Give me thirty minutes. I’ll be on my way.”

With the relief of knowing she would be here in less than half hour, I closed my eyes, reclining myself on the sofa.

I drifted into a sort of dreamy trance, a state that blurred the lines between reality and the dream world. The urban symphony of cars passing by, a few people chatting, and an occasional dog barking felt like a distant backdrop. Although the house maintained an ideal temperature, my body stubbornly swung between feeling freezing cold one moment and uncomfortably hot the next.

By the time Lia showed up, I had already put on and taken off my sweatshirt more times than I could count. I greeted her at the door, and there she stood with a bag full of medicine and food. Despite the weariness also apparent in her eyes and the dark circles beneath them, to me Lia was a a ray of sunshine breaking through days of darkness.

As she entered, I couldn't help but smile. Lia dropped her backpack and stood on her tiptoes to peck my cheek. The gesture was met with a fit of coughing that made my shoulders shake. Lia shot a worried glance over her shoulder as she placed the supplies on the kitchen island. I closed the door.

"You look paler than usual," she observed, concern etched on her face. Before taking off her jacket, she returned to me, gently touching my cheek with one hand and then placing the back of her hand against my forehead. "And you're hot."

“Thanks,” I replied, smiling widely.

She frowned and then slapped my chest. “Idiot.”

"No, you're right,” I conceded. “I'm a mess."

Despite how groggy I felt, I managed to sketch a smile that she tried to copy despite the concern that framed her face.

"How long have you been like this?" she asked.

"Since this morning" I replied. "I was fine last night. I don't know what the hell I caught."

"Are you coughing up flowers this time?"

"Nope. Just feeling weak as shit, head is heavy, and throat is itchy."

"Okay. Well, sit down. I'll see what we can do."

I made my way to the couch and plopped down with a huff. I leaned back, resting my head on the headrest. Lia followed me with her eyes as she took off her jacket and started looking for something in the paper bag she had brought with her.

"I stopped by the pharmacy before I came here. I wasn't sure what you’d need, but something will do. The rest you can keep in the bathroom or wherever you keep your meds."

I looked at her with a guilty expression, and she was quick to transcribe it.

"You don't have anything, do you?"

I shook my head.

"I think Jolly has some ibuprofen blisters in his room, but given how messy he is, before you find it I'll probably start feeling better."

"Fantastic," she mused, rolling her eyes. From the bag hse pulled out several small boxes of medication and a couple of foil-wrapped packages. "You haven't eaten either, have you?"

I shook my head again. Lia shook the two foil packets in the air.

"You're lucky. I brought burritos."

"Have I told you yet that you're an angel?"

She sat next to me on the couch two minutes later, scooping one leg over the rest of her body. She had taken the burritos out of their wrappers and separated them into two plates that now lay on the little table between the couch and the TV. After thanking her, I took one of the plates. Before placing it on my lap, Lia pulled a thermometer out of one of the back pockets of her jeans.

She flicked on the thermometer and handed it over without a word. There was no need for instructions; we had been through this routine countless times, sometimes with the roles reversed. We sat in quiet anticipation, waiting for the thermometer to signal that it had done its job. I removed it from under my armpit, and instead of checking it myself, I instinctively passed it to her.

"You've got a light fever," she said, looking away from the thermometer and back at me. Worry etched her expression as she brushed a strand of hair from my forehead.

The only sounds in the house were the distant white noise from outside, occasionally interrupted by more dogs barking, and then the rhythmic ticking coming from the kitchen clock.

"Nothing that can't be fixed now that you're here," I grinned at her.

She shot me a reproachful look.

"Don't get too comfortable. It's not right for you to be so dependent on me. We talked about this the other day, Noah..."

"Bah, I have no idea what you're talking about," I retorted, shifting my focus to the burrito.

"All right, eat up. I don't want to give you meds on an empty stomach."

We ate in near silence, interspersed with occasional questions about her day and work. Lia usually spent hours in the studio with me and the boys, but there were times when she worked from home, focusing on her merchandising job, or went to the label's offices where logistics were handled. Lia was one of the hardest-working people I knew, and I admired her for it, knowing the challenges she had overcome while growing up. We had supported each other on our journeys, but the dedication each of us had shown to reach our goals was something that never ceased to amaze me.

Lia's drive and passion, despite her challenging past, left me in awe every day. She never took anything for granted, continually pushing herself towards her goals. However, I couldn't help but worry about her health. I knew that sometimes she sacrificed sleep and worked over-hours. It was a concern I had kept to myself, contemplating whether I should encourage her to ease up a bit or not, considering that I was just as much a workholic as she was.

After finishing our meal, Lia brought me a glass of water and a couple of pills, which I swallowed without complaint. She suggested I lie down in the bed, but I insisted on staying on the couch, which led her to sit with me and deciding on watching a movie.

By the time the film concluded, I had dozed off, and Lia had made sure I wasn’t cold by drapping one of the blankets stacked in the corner of the couch over me.

I woke up to the clinking of cups. When I half-opened my eyes, I saw Lia in the kitchen, holding two cups by the handles with two fingers of her left hand. Two cabinets were open on her right.

"Lia? What are you doing?" I asked with a slightly hoarse voice, my eyes still adjusting to the intensity of the light.

Lia turned her head to look at me in surprise over her shoulder, and the first thing she muttered was an apology.

"I didn’t mean to wake you. I'm rearranging the cabinets."

If she was already finishing, it meant I had been asleep for almost an hour. Since Jolly, Jesse, and I had moved into that little house, we hadn't cleaned the cabinets even once, and they must have been loaded with dust and cereals scattered like rocks everywhere, among other things.

"You didn’t have to," I replied, sitting up and pulling my arms from under the blanket to stretch them like a cat. I felt somewhat better. The stiffness that had kept me on the couch for most of the day seemed to have dissipated a bit, and I felt like getting up and flexing my knees.

"How are you feeling?" Lia asked, closing the cabinets. She had tied her hair in a poorly made bun and had taken off her boots.

I threw the blanket off and stood up, taking with me the glass of water I had left on the table earlier and took a couple of sips.

"Better. Thanks," I replied after swallowing.

On my way to the kitchen, my eyes glanced over Lia's backpack, and I deduced that she only had the essentials with her. I felt a tug in my chest. I didn't want her to leave.

"Are you staying tonight?"

Her hesitation didn't go unnoticed. However, she approached me and checked my temperature again with the back of her hand on my forehead.

I chuckled.

"What?" she asked, pulling her hand away.

"You’re tiny."

She looked at me with a frown.

"I'm not. You're a giraffe, which is totally different."

She was right, but when she was barefoot and so close, I once again realized our height difference, and Lia seemed like a little creature I could hide in my chest by wrapping my arms around her and squeezing.

I continued smiling because I couldn't help it. Clearly, her presence and the pills had taken effect.

"You're better," she concluded, "although you should take another pill before going to bed, just in case. And you should have a good dinner."

"Stay," I pleaded. "We can order a couple of pizzas and watch Spirited Away or a horror movie. What do you say?"

"I said have a proper dinner. Besides, I didn't bring anything. I don't have my MacBook, and I don't have any pjs here."

"As if that was an excuse… You have already slept in half of the t-shirts in my closet,” I rolled my eyes. "About the MacBook, nothing will happen if you don't work for a day. Come on, stay. Jolly won't be back for a few days, and I need a nurse."

"You don't need a nurse," she replied, letting out a smile.

But it wasn't hard to convince her. The difficult part was dealing with the sensation that invaded me when I saw her appear down the hallway before dinner, wearing my t-shirt and only a pair of long socks. It wasn't the first time (nor would it be the last) that I saw her like that. The feeling wasn't exactly unfamiliar either.

Before preparing dinner, we sat together on the couch for another while. Lia had taken a notebook from her backpack and showed me various drawings she had done in the past weeks. Most of them featured flowers, all the ones she knew (which were a lot), and also dark stuff where skeleatons, bats, and distorted faces were featured. The myriad of emotions expressed on paper always left me feeling overwhelmed.

"Hey, how is Black-Eyed Susan?" I asked when I remembered about the last plant I’d given her.

"Growing healthy and beautiful,” she said proudly, with a fucking beautiful smile.

I felt a tug at my heart, knowing that I had pulled her away from the comfort of being with her boyfriend and the other little things that made her happy.

"I'm sorry I made you come," I said after a while. "Did I ruin your day?"

Lia shook her head slowly, her expression unchanged. Concern, impatience... She extended an arm and took my hand, giving it a squeeze and then offering a warm but weak smile.

"I have no problem spending the day here taking care of you."

We continued talking, at times with few words and in a low voice. Midway through the conversation, her phone, which she had left on the kitchen island, buzzed silently multiple times, lighting up. Lia glanced at it disinterestedly over her shoulder. I sensed a wave of unease passing through her, but I didn't press to find out the reason because telling me about her weekend activities with her yoga class friends seemed to keep her away from any dark clouds.

When an ugly cough shook my body, Lia sat up and patted my thigh. She went to the kitchen and brought me a hot mug of lemon and ginger tea. After drinking a few sips, I let out a long sigh.

Lia knelt on the rug in front of me.

"Let's hope you get better by tomorrow. We'll see what to do then. I'll take care of preparing dinner, okay?"

"Mhmh,” I mumbled with my eyes closed. She made a move to get up, but I stopped her. "You know, it's easy not to miss you when you're here.”

Her features shifted to a tender expression.

"I know."

She kissed my forehead.

After dinner (an avocado and hummus salad, and some fruit for dessert), we started watching a series on HBO and ended up falling asleep halfway through. When I woke up, it was already pitch black outside. Lia had her head resting on my shoulder, and her breathing was calm. I brushed the tip of my nose against her hair. That woke her up. She opened her eyes in time for her iPhone to light up, announcing a call from Mitch from the coffee table. Her eyes widened, and she muttered a curse, straightening up tiredly.

Right in front of me, she rejected the call. I couldn’t help but notice a bunch of unread messages from Mitch on her screen.

"Does he know you're here?" I couldn't resist asking.

"No," she replied, serious, still not looking at me. "We had an argument this morning," she said, pretending to be busy checking something else on her phone. "I told him I was going back to my place.”

She dropped the phone on the table like it was no big deal and flopped back on the couch.

“You should’ve told him you’re here,” I said.

"No, I don't think that would have been a good idea..." she muttered, resting her head against the cushions, the sleep not fully gone from her bones.

"Why not? Lia, if you're serious about him, Mitch needs to learn to be okay with our friendship,” I insisted, throwing in some serious concern. I was also feeling sleepy and I looked forward to going back to my bed, letting the hours pass and waking up the next morning with this virus gone from my body.

But I was more concerned about her than myself.

Lia let out a long sigh and turned her head to face me.

"Mitch says friends don't behave the way you and I do."

The sentence hung in the air. For a fraction of a second, my eyes wandered down to her lips.

“Well,” I continued with a shrug of my shoulders, “not all friends have known each other since childhood. We’re different than other’s for that reason, don’t you think?”

Lia’s reply came after a while. It was just a sigh and her eyebrows raising and dropping, as if she was too tired to discuss the topic.

"Is he very jealous?" I found myself asking. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, my hands too close to Lia’s bare legs.

"To a fair extent," she admitted, not sounding entirely convinced herself. “But I’m not ready to sacrifice our friendship.”

Unable to restrain myself, I touched her cheek and smiled at her with tenderness, grateful for her words but at the same time conflicted by the problems it might cause her in her relationship with that idiot Mitch.

“Does this have anything to do with the call from the other day?” I inquired. Her voice on the other side of the line hadn’t left my head ever since. She had me truly concerned, but she was adamant on not telling me what happened exactly that night.

It didn’t surprise me to see her tensing at its mention. She diverted her gaze. It pained me to see her like that. There was something she was not telling me, and the distance growing between us, the wall she seemed to be putting up, was keeping me from pushing in, reaching to her heart and finding the truth.

“Lia?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she finally responded. Abruptly, the back of her palm was back on my forehead, catching me off guard. “You’re heating up again. Take another pill before you go to bed, yeah?”

“Lia…” I insisted when she stood up.

“Noah, really,” she looked so tired now, the circles under her eyes more pronounced. There was no noise at all coming from the streets and the atmosphere inside of the house seemed to be charged with something unwelcome. “Can we just not talk about it now?”

“I just want to know if you’re okay. You seem tired than usual. I’m just cheking in on you the same way you’re here checking in on me.”

“And I appreciate that, but I’m fine, all right? If there’s something going on with me and my boyfriend, I’ll take care of it.”

Raising an eyebrow, I added a hint of mock concern. Lia didn't take kindly to it, her shoulders slumping, resembling a six-year-old on the verge of pouting.

“I can take your word on that, right?” I asked, totally unconvinced.

It took her a moment of hesitation before she nodded. Stepping closer, I placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her into my chest.

“Omff,” she let out when she crashed against my body.

“That’s what you get if you give me those sad looks.”

“I’m not sad. I’m actually pretty happy being here with you.”

“I knew you liked playing nurse.”

She retaliated by pinching my side, prompting a loud ‘ouch’ from me, and I released her. Her soft laughter filled the living room, the house, and the last image etched in my mind that night was her figure siappearing into the dark shadows of the hallway, a small private smile reserved just for me drawn on her face. However, there was something else. Maybe it was the fact that the smile didn’t reach her eyes, or perhaps the fact that her eyes were not lighting up when she was smiling.

I stood motionless in the living room, my heart pounding a slow melody in my chest, still echoing the presence of Lia’s face just minutes ago. I felt unsettled, and in a futile attempt to seek reassurance, my fingers instinctively brushed against the tattoo on my neck, the one that read her name.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian x ofc #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic

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luvleekaotix-imagines · 2 years

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Okay not the Ghost x Reader headcanons, but like setup for future stuff. I woke up and had this idea for reader. Below is more like 141 Bravo Team x reader

This isn’t like a written story, more like a verbal vomit rant thing cause I have ideas but can’t word. Also don’t expect any kind of realism, it’s just fun ideas, idk.

You’re a tech hire who deals with team device security and logistics. Like someone has to manage that shit and you are a personal recommendation from Laswell. Price isn’t sure you’ll work out because it sounds like you don’t deal with people very well at times. Your file reads like you don’t like confrontation or do well with it. You have the nickname ‘Buttercup’. Laswell tells him to give you a chance.

So that’s how you come into contact with Task Force 141.

You do not look like you should be working with anything or anyone in the military. Price doesn’t want to doubt Laswell’s faith in you, but he can see you’re shaking a bit when you first meet. Its your quiet “I won’t disappoint you.” that impresses him. Its a statement, it’s not “I don’t want to disappoint you.” its an absolute you will not.

People get glimpses of you on the base as you take tech to work on before scurrying away back into whatever corner of the base you’ve holed up in. Price is the one who checks up on you the most and by extension, the inner circle end up keeping an eye on you too. Somehow the one you’re most intimidated by is Soap because he’s just so loud and unapologetic about trying to be friendly (he absolutely yelled ‘What’s up Buttercup’ and scared you at one point). You speak with Ghost the least verbally, but he is the one who understands your silent looks the most. Gaz is probably the easiest to hang out with mostly because he caught on quick to your favourite snacks and plys you with them; he shows up when you’re working with some snacks and he sticks around while you work.

Some members of the 141, for some reason, take the Bravo Team knowing you as a personal attack of some kind. Or maybe they just needed someone to bully. It’s only a troublesome few who make it their mission to try and make your stay at the base hell. Try. Its frustrating and upsetting. You just want to do your work, finish your contract and move onto your next job, but the bullies sandbag you.

You wonder if there were others who went through something similar, like a hazing ritual. You stared at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom as dark coffee dripped from your hair and over your face and down into your clothes. Tears welled up in your eyes and you thought of how close you were to the end of your contract. You were nearly done with all of it. It would be fine.

When you left the bathroom, you didn’t expect someone to be waiting for you on the other side. Ghost stared at you and you stared back. “Price asked us to step in.” There was something in the way he said it that upset you. You weren’t upset at at him or at Price for the thought, but it felt like a stab at you. Like you were defenseless. Like you were a fragile flower. Like they didn’t come to you for help with something they couldn’t do.

“Don’t.” Your response is in the same quiet determination as your ‘I won’t disappoint you’.

When Price voiced his reservations about you in his meeting with Laswell, all she did was laugh. “You know buttercups are poisonous? They’re tenacious as shit too they’ll take root anywhere - they’re difficult to get rid of if they don’t want to go.” There’s a look in her eye. “Give them a chance.”

Its what they do, after Ghost reports back to Price about your ‘don’t’, but god when they see you almost shyly walk up to you main detractor in the full cafeteria one day they wonder if they’ve made the wrong decision.

“Please don’t bother me anymore.” You don’t ask, but you’re still quiet.

“What? I can’t hear you, speak up.” The soldier sneers back at you and somehow their voice travels and the noise dies down. Or maybe you’re just so focussed you just tune everything else out.

“I said, please don’t bother me anymore.” You state again, unwavering. “Please don’t.”

“Or what? What are you going to do, Buttercup?”

You take in their words. Their confidence. You’re a weed, feeding on it, taking root. Blooming. They start to laugh at your silence, but then you start to name names. Family. You state addresses, where they all live. You know exactly how much is in their bank account. Their debts. You know how many of them there are. You describe intimate pictures they’ve sent, and not to their spouse. Its clear you know everything. There isn’t anything that is out of reach for you. Your bully is seeing red, but with all eyes on the two of you they can’t really do anything. “I will ruin you if you don’t stop. I will destroy everything that makes you, you. If you want to continue existing, please don’t bother me anymore and let me work in peace.”

You stare at each other for awhile before they simply say “Fuck you, cunt.”

And you know you’ve won. You give them a sweet smile while you still have your nerve and calmly walk out.

Except what you really do once you’re out of sight is retreat to your office and start crying because it was all very stressful. It’s not long after you enter your office that you hear footsteps chasing after you. You don’t have to turn around to know its Soap lifting you up in his arms in a bear hug before setting you down.

You’re still crying when Ghost gently pats you on the shoulder. “Good job, Buttercup.” He’s already making mental notes to make sure you aren’t aware of any backlash because technically you’ve admitted to some serious crimes in your threats. For now, you would definitely be able to work in peace.

Price mentions that he has to tell Laswell about this, but you have a feeling she’d get a kick out of it. She does every single time it happens. She was the one who gave you the name ‘Buttercup’ and the one who had recruited you for your talents.

The end of your contract comes swiftly and you’ve done all you can to their tech to keep it updated and secure. Bravo Team are all present while you and Price have a final debrief as you prepare to leave the 141.

“I suppose you should probably read this before you go, Buttercup.” Price hands you a plain folder. “Your next job.”

You’re puzzled, thinking Laswell probably didn’t have time and would make Price send you to your next destination, but when you open the folder, there is a tag with your photo, your name and a ‘Task Force 141’ label. You just gave your temp ID badge back, but then it dawns on you. This wasn’t the temp ID. The team waits patiently as you scan the briefing pages.

Assigned to Task Force 141 until further notice, reporting to Price with external guidance from Laswell.

You peer over the folder to meet Price’s eyes and smile. “I won’t disappoint you.”

You absolutely would not.

#reader insert #cod mw2 #stupid shit #idk i love these fools #this is not written like a story its #its vomite #idea vom #from a tired and fragmented brain that just needs to get stuff out and then refine it #did i frantically google things as i typed all of this #ye i did oh god

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my-mt-heart · 2 years

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We Have a Future?

I bring this over to you from Twitter as well as a long thread I made about a potential future for Caryl.

I’m taking the rumors of their spinoff as *rumors* for now, but it feels like a good time to talk about what I’d love to see if it’s true and more importantly, what I would subscribe to AMC+ plus for:

1. An Explicit Caryl Romance

The “will they, won’t they” trope is supposed to be resolved by the series finale and we are now past that. We can take the “I love you’s” as canon or not, but it comes across as intentionally straddling the fence and for what? Caryl is one of the biggest ships on television. They have the support of the general audience, casual viewers, the writers, cast, and crew, so there’s no need to keep pandering to the least common denominators. Caryl’s relationship also aids representation, reminding viewers that people over 50 can fall in love, that a female love interest can have gray hair, and that a male love interest can display lower levels of sexual behavior. But that’s only effective if AMC shows they’re willing to commit. After 12 years, it’s time to go big or go home.

2. Open Conversation about Caryl’s Romance

There’s a reason the Caryl fandom thinks so highly of LaToya Morgan. She validates our perspective, she’s openly passionate about the ship, and she gets us hyped. Imagine how many fans would come running if more people associated with the show were allowed to do the same instead of having to toe the company line in the media, which only furthers the problematic viewpoint that Caryl couldn’t possibly be more than friends.

3. A Daryl AND Carol Show

Anything more than a cameo in the upcoming six episodes may be “logistically untenable,” but if Carol really is going to appear in the end, it should amount to something big like a reunion that tops No Sanctuary and it should set up the alleged next season for Norman AND Melissa to co-lead.

4. Equal Screentime

One of S11’s worst crimes was minimizing Carol’s arc. She’s one of TWD’s strongest characters and she shouldn’t have to live in the shadows of every other character’s story or remain on kitchen duty. She can be a weapon of mass destruction, sure, but I want to see emotional growth for her too and not just retroactively.

5. Shared Screentime

They may not be each other’s appendages, but Caryl do have insane amounts of chemistry that fans tune in for, so it should go without saying they need to share scenes together and more specifically, they need to share an arc that allows them to grow together as a couple.

6. Meaningful Interactions

Caryl’s relationship is so deep, they often don’t need words, but in no way should that limit their interactions to lingering stares. I want them to engage in conversation with each other, and I want those conversations to deepen their relationship even more.

7. No. More. Shipbaiting.

It’s tiresome, it insults the characters, actors, and the audience, and it’s not worth paying money for. If I’m going to be pulled in, it’ll be by something I love, not something I don’t.

8. Strong Leadership

Representation offscreen matters too and if Caryl’s story is going to continue, then they need a showrunner who knows how to write character-driven narratives and specifically understands Daryl’s and Carol’s characters/relationship. An upper class white man who’s too focused on his own lore would not be the right fit .

9. Story Integrity

Norman, Melissa, and the writers spent years developing a beautiful narrative for Caryl, and I don’t want to see any of it retconned in service of the lore.

10. Payoff

To be clear, I don’t think this was “the writers’” fault at all, but S11 and the spinoff debacle have left so many holes in Caryl’s story that many fans have come to expect disappointment at every turn and nobody wants to pay to be let down. If AMC delivers on the promises they set up on or offscreen, I will be there, but not a second sooner.

Thank you again to everyone participating in the blitz! :)

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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queenharumiura · 5 months

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For your game: How about 5986 as pairing? ;3 (Hi, I've been a sucker for them ever since I know khr)

[My KHR ship game] ||Accepting|| @alexandraxsuoh Note: This is me just talking. I'm not even talking about RP. ((Thank you for indulging me btw!))

Readmore bc yuh.

Hate it | Am Neutral to it | Ship it | love it! |

Even if it's sort of a lie to say, this was my 'first' KHR ship! Tsuna x Haru doesn't count because the anime lied to me. I was led astray.

I've mentioned it in older meme replies in the past, but the reason why I adore 5986 so much is because I did lil baby cosplays of Haru many eons ago (i'd rather die before posting the pics here) and one of my friends who got me into KHR cosplayed as Gokudera. She happened to like 5986 so I was the Haru to her Gokudera ekekek.

That friend won't see it, so kekek I can admit here that I did have a crush on said friend years ago ahahahahaha

Back on topic.

Aside from the nostalgic appeal, I do really like the ship in general. There are different ways of looking at a character, but this game is just about how I see the character on the basis of if they were to ship with Haru. In essence I’m just having fun, no Gokudera mun attacky me please. Yes yes? Good good.

The appeal of a Gokudera and Haru ship is… I’d say, in the ‘gap moe’ kind of vibe you get. Gokudera and Haru are both intelligent characters, but one of them is not so emotionally intelligent. Admittedly, Haru isn’t very emotionally intelligent either you could argue with the way that she, for the life of her, couldn’t see that Tsuna didn’t like her. HOWEVER, I like to assert that Haru did know. She just wanted to keep trying and hope that her efforts would bear fruit.

I get this from the one character song of hers and it kills me because she be like ‘I’m okay with being a shadow woman’. THE HELL YOU WILL! GO IN THE CORNER!

So, I think that if a 5986 ship was going to happen, it really is Haru realizing things first and Gokudera being late to the party because emotionally dumbass onion over here. Why onion? He’s a dude with a lot of layers, ofc! He’s outwardly a grouch, and has violent tendencies, but we’ve also seen him be able to be polite (ie Tsuna or Reborn). He can be rude to girls, but he’s never actually caused any physical harm to them, that shows a level of restraint.

Secondly, we know that he’s a more logical minded person whereas Haru is more emotionally minded, but she’s still got a logical side to her as well. One thing that I like about Haru is that no matter how much she likes/loves a person, the moment they touch upon a moral bomb, she will be willing to drop them like a sack of potatoes. Here is where the logical side also comes through, where she will not act in a burst of emotions at first. She will at least go and investigate. Did this person actually touch upon the moral bomb? Was there a reason for their actions?

I do like to think that some of this was influenced by the fact that she straight up smacked the hell out of Tsuna (twice, I think?) for him ‘teaching Reborn-chan’ how to play Mafia. Kekek. Turns out it was the opposite. I like to think that from that she’s learned- okay stop reacting so emotionally and investigate.

Gokudera is very logical minded where he just looks at the facts, but he’s also got a strong emotional component to him as well. That’s how he mirrors Haru. She’s emotional but also logical on the downlow. He’s very logical but also very emotionally charged as well. I like that they mirror each other. He is smart, he cares for logistics, he cares for the facts, but even with all that- he is loyal to what he likes. He doesn’t care if Tsuna is a dame-Tsuna. He doesn’t care if his boss isn’t smart- he can be smart for them. It doesn’t matter if Tsuna isn’t very charismatic, or that he isn’t very sociable.

It doesn’t matter to him how the majority may see his boss because HE sees his boss for what he is and what he could be. He has confidence that his boss will pull through. His boss will show the deniers where they are wrong.

In this way, Haru and Gokudera balance each other well. When she starts getting too emotional (ie her dramatics) he can bring her back to reality. He can calm her down with the logics. Being the more emotionally intelligent one, she can notice when he’s overworking himself, trying to do too much on his own, demeaning himself as lesser/unimportant/etc, she can and WILL snap him out of that. She will actively do her best to have him see the opposite.

He IS important, he has a place with the Vongola, he is wanted. She is a very caring person and would look out for him. Make sure that he takes care of himself, or she’ll do it for him. In a way, it’s one of those classic cases of how a guy who hasn’t had many to care for him in his life suddenly has someone who cares. It’s weird at first, foreign and almost scary- but it’s also nice? It’s comforting, he finds. Slowly, comes to realize you know what? I feel something for this person and it is something I haven’t felt before. Time skip and it’s either the guy finally realizes and says something or it’s the girl who is confessing first and the guy is ????????????????

I LOVE THE TROPE, OKAY? I love self-realization but I also love DUMB ASS BOYS WHO DON’T KNOW THEIR OWN HEART AND NEEDED A CONFESSION TO SLAP REALITY INTO THEM. AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh Both are good. Very good. I like.

Haru has a competitive streak to her, and I think the fact that he’s really intelligent is a good drive for her. She’s also a really loyal person, and she’s very dedicated and motivated. So, she likes that Gokudera has the same traits as her. It’s an admirable thing.

Admittedly, she doesn’t like how he bullies Lambo. Doesn’t like how he smokes, but it can be seen in the series that he does bully Lambo less as the series goes on. You can argue that a lot of it is just roughhousing as guys do and just him not knowing how to treat young kids. From the Yamamoto scene in TYL arc where they both fight Gamma, Gokudera is quite open to criticism. He’s open to admitting where he’s wrong. He can understand and then try to fix it. It shows that he’s a progressive person who always aims for self-betterment and that is a quality that Haru would probably notice and like.

It would be something that is the reason why she is so tolerant of him. She can SEE that he is making efforts. He is trying. There are moments where he shows that he can care for others as well. He will protect anyone from the famiglia despite the dangers it poses to himself. It really shows that despite his act, he actually cares a lot more than he lets on. He may be a bit awkward to show it (that’s how Haru would see it, anyways).

From the Haru Haru interview segment, she says that she likes a guy with a dangerous charm, sometimes cool, and it’s like bro. Is that… not like the majority of the KHR cast MINUS Tsuna? AHAHAHAHAHH jk. Tsuna can fit the bill in HDW mode.

Haru also seems to exhibit the desire to be useful or to not be a burden. She likes to be there for others. She likes to help others. Gokudera seems to have the image of being a lone wolf, but it can also be seen when he’s so proactive with Tsuna that he too wants to be helpful. This likely stems from the case of him trying to prove himself as something. He wants to show the world that he could be something. That he has a place. That people want him around.

They are similar in ways, but differ largely in the motives. They’re very similar in many ways despite how they would argue otherwise. It’s the fact that they understand eachother well that Gokudera would probably know that Haru doesn’t want to talk about things in regards to her unrequited feelings for Tsuna. Let her go through all the motions herself. Don’t pity her. Just let nature take the course. I don’t see him as the type to pity her, but perhaps one to watch over her as she’s getting hurt. He would try to be there to support her.

I personally do not think he’d pity her. I, for the purpose of this game, if they were to be a ship, I think he’d feel a level of admiration of sorts to how far she was willing to go. Despite the pain and how hurt her sense of self became, she did her best. She did all that she could to appeal. She didn’t give up. It’s not an easy thing to do. That is why I don’t think he’d pity her. In the way that she’d like it, he’d turn an eye to it but still make comments because he’s just like that lol.

In the secret bullet (I think that’s what they were called) novels, there is one where at the end of it, Haru tells him the truth about the ‘curse’ or whatever and he’s like why did you tell me the truth? You could’ve kept it a secret and she was like well it’s because you’re hurt. Tsuna-san wouldn’t like it if you got hurt any more. Yeah of course it is because of the tenth and then she be like I care about you too AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AND THEN HE WENT FULL TSUNDERE!!!!!! AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT DOES TO ME!!!! He full sent tsundere like omg you idiot. IDiOTTT SHUT UP.

AHH!H!!L!L!HLKDJFLAKJSDf I WILL SMASH MY FOOT THROUGH THE DOOR LET ME BE A FLY ON THE WALL TO HAVE SEEN IT!!!!!!

I swear to GOD if he blushed at all and she saw that? Haru is a tease, I will die on this hill. She has a bit of a troll personality and she does like to be a lil sassy sometimes. I promise you, I SWEAR, she would’ve been like oho? Is he blushing? How cute!

Locked in. YOU ARE GONNA BE TEASED EVERY SO OFTEN. She loves it.

Of course, knowing who Gokudera is, he too has a bit of a competitive spirit. The moment he realizes oh? She’s teasing me to get a reaction out of me? Two can play at that. But!!!!! HARU IS WEAK TO THAT, OKAY? YOU. DON’T. UNDER.STANDDDDDDD1111111!!!!!!!!1!

I swear on my life, the day he teases her back because he got annoyed with it and she blushes??????? GAME OVER. IT’S AN OH- that’s kinda cute. WAIT. Why do I find that cute? Tease her again and she’s just alksdjflaksjdlkfajslf STOP TEASING ME!

LOOK- I’m just saying. I think he’d find it cute. So then it just becomes a game to them almost where they just keep trying to get the other to react and others just see it like bro. You say that you aren’t dating and you aren’t being serious? That’s a lie.

Haru and Gokudera are both strongly opinionated and aren’t afraid to speak their mind. The day anyone has shit to say about the other one, they are about to throw hands. You talking shit? Say hi to my friend, EAT THIS FIST. That’s the energy.

I won’t say power couple because that’s not the vibe, I don’t think, but it certainly is a ‘a couple that I didn’t think would work based off visuals but then I noticed how strong their understanding of eachother was and realized oh… they’re actually kind of perfect for each other.’ vibe. A long title, yes I know.

So ye those are my thoughts. I also said I’d maybe throw in other things that I thought would be cute, eh? Hmmmmmmm

I mean, I will die on the hill that I swear Haru will request the box animals to be let out often so they can also relax and enjoy life. Haru starting off with approaching Gokudera to see Uri as the convenient excuse to spend time with him.

IMAGINE? The day he’s just ‘Uri is a bit tired today you may want to see her another day’ and she just- ‘Oh, that’s a shame. Haru was using Uri was an excuse to spend time with you but… if you aren’t busy, can Haru spend time with you?’ LOOK. I NEED THIS AND I WANT THIS? OKAY?????? OKAY.

Just like how I need to see Haru making Gokudera fold by a lil puppy pout. Like pleaaaseeee can you put on these cat ears that I made? I want to see it. Will you really say no? PLEEAASSEE? And he always caves. I NEED IT. I NEED IT!!!!

I die for the idea that she knows where he works so she sometimes visits him just to see his face and sometimes talk to the owner of the store because she’s a networking bean. Sometimes she can stick around long enough for him to get off work and so they can walk together at night. I will cry if there is the classic jacket over shoulders deal because she looked cold. I WILL DIE!!!!!

I’ve also entertained the idea that sometimes he’d mutter things under his breath and Haru for the longest time thought he was probably complaining or saying something mean. Lambo just one day “Eh? You thought he’s saying mean things about you? He’s always saying how you’re too cute. Sometimes he says that he can’t handle how pretty your smile is’’.

BETTER YET, the alternative is that she did some studying on her own and realizes that he’s complimenting her because he didn’t have the guts to say it to her face and then one day she compliments him back. Watch as the shock dawns on him and then the horror settles in like how much did you understand before you revealed this information? Haru be like: “Oh I don’t know~ Haru doesn’t know anything about how you find her cute or that you like her smile. Haru knows nothing~”

KILL MEEEEEEEE.

Basically, they’re a very fun dynamic where I swear they could tease each other a lot and it’s almost like a game to them. I like it. Okay? Okay.

#alexandraxsuoh #Meme answered #Answered ask #Neo speaks #Thanks for the ask!#((This um... yeah. it got long. Almost 2.5k words. ahahaha um... i'm in trouble lol))#Neo game answers

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asteria-argo · 6 months

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @abubblingcandle

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

213,258

3. What fandoms do you write for?

most frequently Ted Lasso, but I also write for Batman though I don’t post those fics very often and I have recently started writing for Outlander as well!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

To All The Better Places

Counting Sheep

I can take care of myself (denial is all I have)

If I just keep saying I’m fine (maybe I’ll start to believe it)

Oh, The Horrors

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used too! And then I started getting a lot more than normal and I got overwhelmed, panicked and stopped! I would like to start again but there’s like 200 unanswered comments in my inbox and it intimidates me! It will plague me for the rest of my life no doubt.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

none of them, I don’t write angst! I’d probably say Can’t You See (I’m where I’ve always wanted to be) if I had to pick one just because I left it a bit open ended. Or What If? only because it’s like,, an apocolypse au so there’s not really any room for a happy ending

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, The Horrors OR All The Kings Horses, in the sense that the ending of those two made ME the happiest. My stories are all pretty equal in terms of happy endings otherwise.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah! I actually get a decent amount of hate on my fics which is not something I was expecting. I got a hate comment in a bookmark once, which was so fucking funny I couldn’t even be upset they were dragging my fic like it was a bad goodreads review.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do not! I’m aroace and also a virgin so I don’t know how it works. I’d like too, I want to write a platonic friends with benefits fic at some point but I don’t understand the logistics of sex to any degree and until I do I will not be writing any smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No I don’t! Crossovers annoy me for reasons unknown to even myself. Unless the two shows or books or whatever are set in the same universe and have a logical reason to overlap I cannot get behind the idea of a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, I’m not popular or prolific enough for that!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, and I don’t think I ever would because I am a control freak with very specific ideas who does not work well in group settings. That was on my report card once.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Dickkory specifically from the marv wolfman new teen titans run.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My DC universe rewrite that is ever evolving and constantly changing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

From what I’ve been told, characterization and dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I can’t write emotions to save my fucking life, I fall back into telling over showing every time because I just don’t get facial expressions and body language. I’m working on it though.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I can only speak english and the tiniest bit of Auslan, so if I can get away with not having someone speak another language I will, but if I can’t I will admit I usually try to find a “To English” dictionary and hope for the best.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Powerpuff girls or carebear bears when I was a tiny child who didn’t know what fanfiction was, and when I was writing for fandom with intention later on in my early teens, Batman.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

my favoruite fic I’ve ever written is not a published one, it’s my rewrite of the Death In The Family storyline in my DC rewrite universe. It’s my baby, I’ve revised it about 20 times since I first wrote it when I was 13, and I am in the process of revising it again right now. My favoruite published fic is probably Oh, The Horrors.

I'm going to tag the lovely lovely @jamtartandsunshine and also @jamiesfootball though I have no idea if they have been tagged yet or not.

#asteria answers asks #tag games

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what is up with the uk tour?

just a general ask because over the run of their production there have just been so many weird decisions and coincidences - two original principals leaving, the inexplicable shift for Nat Pilk to S/P instead of swing and the absence of a second swing after that, needing replacement principal costumes for Alana and Jen (and a wig for the latter) only 2/3rds of the way through the contract - plus two sets of production photos and their being sent to Korea instead of the Australian cast who are much closer and would not have other tour obligations to worry about. is there any evidence or idea about what was going on during the initial casting & fitting processes, or is it all just dumb luck that so much went off-kilter for them?

- Two original principals leaving were both cited as personal reasons. I don’t know their life, so I don’t really care to speculate more than that.

- With Natalie Pilkington, my guess is they had someone else lined up for one role who had to drop out at the last minute when they couldn’t easily recast. May have been that it was an S/P and they had Natalie Pilkington take over (S/P alt and one swing is logistically more preferable than no alt and two swings). Or it could have been that she have wanted to move on from being a swing to an alt (alts get to perform more with more guaranteed dates and primarily playing two tracks is lower stress) so that was the plan anyway, *and* someone else was planned as swing but has to drop. Someone needing to drop out could have been for any number of reasons - something personal with family or health or getting another contract that they chose to do instead are all fairly common reasons for someone to drop out of a contract between accepting it and starting it.

- Sometimes there might be seemingly unnecessary costume replacements and in that case, yes, sometimes it’s a show preparing for an actor to stick around for another contract and just replacing in advance to minimize wear. But there are so many very normal and mundane reasons for costumes to change beyond that and we see it a fair bit for a wide number of those reasons: Lauren Drew stopped wearing her original Aragon costume about two months into her contract and got an entirely new one. Samantha Pauly got a new skirt over the summer about 2/3 of the way through her 2021-2022 contract, Claudia Kariuki got a new corset almost 2/3 of the way through her 2021-2022 contract, etc. In the case of all the UKT changes, the replacements/alterations were very needed, so they were going to happen irregardless of whether or not people are going to stick around long term. I don’t want to dive too much into why because I want to respect what the actors themselves have said or not said, but (content warning for some discussion of body insecurity) you can read this post from Jen that indicates some of why she needed a new costume, and (content warning for weight loss before/after photos) this one from Chloe explaining the alterations to her costumes. I also posted this and this which give some context for some of why the changes might have happened as well.

I will say that I don’t feel like most of this is particularly out of the ordinary, for Six or for theatre more broadly! Again, actors have to drop out between being cast and the show starting all the time for any number of familial/health/personal/scheduling reasons. We’ve even seen this referenced as happening with other Six casts QUITE a few times. It’s a big part of why they wait until they’re significantly into rehearsals to announce cast to be as sure as they can that nothing will change. New costumes and alterations are made quite a bit, so this isn’t anything significantly out of the norm and again it was out of legitimate necessity. It all reads as totally normal and/or personal reasons rather than issues with the costumes themselves.

Re: South Korea. It’s mostly about longevity. Both Australia and the UK and Ireland Tour have been touring for quite a while. They’ve both gone to basically every venue in their respective countr(y/ies). At a certain point, demand starts to go down because many of the people who will want to see it will have gotten a chance to (same thing happens with every other touring show!).

Australia is wrapping up. They’ve done all the largest Australian cities, sometimes several times over. They only had scheduled tour stops through mid February. Contracts are up and several of the actors are moving on to other shows. If they were to do South Korea they’d basically have their final Aus show, a month off (which would mean they’re not working but would also be a barrier to them moving on to find other shows too), go back to do SK for a few weeks, and then be done. As much as I’d love for it to happen, there’s just not all that much incentive for Six to do that.

UK and Ireland Tour demand has lessened as well, but there’s still definitely enough for them to justify continuing the tour. But they’ve done a lot of the UK stops several times over, so to try to keep the tour sustained and worth the while (aka working most of the time), we’re going to see the UKT start branching out and being scheduled for other, newer stops and locations and/or places they haven’t visited as much (like Holland and Belfast/Dublin, respectively).

So. Aus yes is closer and yes they did initially suggest that Aus might do some shows, but Aus doesn’t really have an argument to continue for another contract especially just for one or maybe two stops. Meanwhile it’s super beneficial for UKT to do it from a business perspective. So….UKT it is.

#six the musical #six uk and ireland tour #six 22 23 uk tour #six australia #six South Korea

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queenofthursday6599-blog · 2 years

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Sometimes I’ll think too deeply about the logistics of the world building of shows or books or something and just completely bewilder myself.

Like how in the world of Beastars there’s definitly certain species where the females are put on birth control as soon as they hit puberty.

Not for like- sex drive reasons, but because parthenogenesis is just a thing that happens to some species. For a small number it’s their entire means of reproduction.

Like imagine having to be a creature of human equivalent intelligence, while also having to live in a world where you neighbors spontaneously eating you alive was a serious risk.

Along with the added random chance bonus of your body spontaneously deciding to impregnate itself because your senses couldn’t detect any males of your species in your area, so it thinks you’re alone on a deserted island you need to populate.

You know what species has parthenogenesis as a means of reproduction? Komodo Dragons.

Which makes me very curious as to what exactly Gosha covered when he gave Leano “The Talk”. Like did they just stick to Gray Wolf stuff because she clearly passed as pure Gray Wolf at the time, or did Gosha feel the need to tell Leano some more Komodo Dragon parts of the talk. Because warning your teenage daughter that she might someday spontaneously impregnate herself with no warning, is probably something you should give them an heads up about.

Anyways this came to my mind after I remembered that Komodo Dragon parthenogenesis is a thing, and that it’s actually scientifically sound to have an AU where Legoshi is Leano’s parthenogenesis baby. Especially due to the fact that Komodo Dragon parthenogenesis offspring are all males due to how Komodo Dragon chromosomal sex works.

So do with that what you wish.

#Beastars #beastars speculative biology

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canonicallysoulmates · 2 years

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J2 Main Panel Torcon 2022

The main panel started a little bit late because Jensen had a wardrobe malfunction, he jokes that his shirt fell off, so he had to change shirts. And Jared was an emotional mess and even cried a bit at the beginning of the panel because Tom has been at camp for the first time for the past 30 days so they haven't been able to see him or talk to him he was only allowed emails but today was his last day and only half an hour before the panel he got picked up and Jared was seeing the videos of him. And then Jensen also got emotional over it! He walked into the room to see Jared crying and Jared showed him the video and when he saw it he cried too, and then he showed Jared video of Arrow and JJ. So they were crying over their kids 🥺

When he started telling the story Jared got all teary-eyed again so Jensen rubbed his shoulder making sure his boy is okay, offering some comfort. Jared's crying, Jensen was crying, I'm crying 😭

First question comes from a fan who is re-watching the series with their boyfriend who has never seen the show before, and they want to know what is their advice to the boyfriend on what to look forward to, as well as is there a fav moment of theirs that they want him to look forward to? Jared says he really dug s6, s8, and s9. That the show just gets better. Jensen says wait for the musical. x

If they were in a Tim Burton movie which one would they be in? Jensen says The Nightmare Before Christmas, which is one of his daughters' fav movies. Jared says Edward Scissorhands.

Jensen says he could see him with the scars and the hands and the crazy hair that it's pretty much him every morning anyway...no comment 😏

Jensen has had two siblings named Sammy, which one did he like more? Jensen answers by saying that he learned a lot from his experience on Days Of Our Lives and Alison Sweeney was the one who took him in and showed him the ropes and he couldn’t have asked for a better sister to play opposite to him. But with Jared, he couldn’t have asked for a better brother to play opposite to. x

In spn Sam had long hair and Dean short, now the hair has reversed, how do they feel about that? Jared says it sounds silly but it’s a big deal, for 15yrs he had his hair long, it’s the reason he started wearing beanies. He, tells the story about being at the gym jogging on the treadmill when this girl gets on the treadmill next to him and when she's putting her info into the machine to do her workout she keeps looking at her arm- drops of Jared's sweat was falling on her because his long hair was flinging it everywhere. He says he doesn't mind having the short hair now.

Jensen says short hair is way lower maintenance but it was kind of a conscious decision from both him and the production to try and change his look a little bit so it wouldn't look like Dean playing Soldier Boy and then the long hair look kinda stuck around for a bit but that he'll probably chop it all off sooner or later. I agree with the crowd whose reaction was to go 'noooooo'.

Somehow things go from talking about their hair to Jensen's ass on The Boys, and Jensen's like "who wants to see that?" Of course, Jared raises his hand because he loves his man's booty 🍑

Jensen hopes Jared does go on The Boys because it's a lot of fun, and he hopes Jared gets the same experience he had of having to show up on his first-day butt naked in front of the cast and crew with nothing but a sock. To which Jared asks him "what size sock?" 🤣

Moving on, are the rumors true that Jensen asked for a scene with Soldier Boy to be changed, and what was it? Yes, it was and he’ll never tell. The only thing he shares about the scene in question is that he called Kripke to discuss it with him, telling him that it wasn't something he had a problem with from a creative standpoint but from a logistical one. Kripke just laughed and asked if he had found his line, and Jensen was like 'no, I'm not saying I have an issue but can we tweak it?'. At first, Kripke was just gonna scrap the scene completely but Jensen told him to keep it because he thought there was value in it from a character standpoint as well as from an entertainment standpoint so they just changed the scene.

He also mentions that he was very careful in how he approached Kripke about it because if Kripke learns he has found your line he keeps writing it, for example, the reason the character of Mother's Milk gets blasted with fluids so often is that the actor, Laz Alonzo, hates it so Kripke keeps writing it because it gets real reactions out of Laz. Like that scene from the herogasm episode- if you watch the show you know - that was a real reaction from the actor. x

Do they prefer playing the villain or the hero? Jensen answers that both are very fun to do; being the bad guy or the villain allows for a bit more exploration outside of what your normal person is; he doesn’t think most people are inherently evil so getting to do that is fun and getting to step outside the box. But playing the hero is also very satisfying as well, he grew up looking to the heroic characters and aspiring to be something like that so to get to put that suit or persona on and bring that to life in front of an audience is really fun.

Jared thinks the same. That playing a character that is good is really fulfilling and a joy to do but he loves the idea of exploring somebody who's doing really bad things thinking it's the right thing to do like the saying "everybody is the hero of their own story" so playing somebody who is clearly messed up from an objective standpoint but thinks they’re doing it for the good of the whole. That if he went on The Boys he would like it to be some crazy maniacal character like that. x

The next fan is thirsting over Jensen and being a bit flirty - I'll make the note here that Jensen does not seem uncomfortable he's joking around with the fan - and Jared makes the comment about working with these beautiful men on Walker and how he looks at them and is like "wtf have I done to myself?" Jensen was not having the self-deprecating humor, he calls Jared Fabio, says that every time he steps on stage with Jared it's like working with a romance novel cover and when the fan says Jared's the best Fabio Jensen understands the next Fabio instead and he says "the next? shoot. He's Jared. Just Jared." I 👏 love 👏 a supportive 👏 husband 💕

The fan's question is: in 20 to 30 years from now what part would they like to play? Jared says he wants to play a father, which he already does on Walker, but anyways this brings up fatherhood and Jared starts to talk about how when you're a dad you want to be with your kids all the time and in the crowd, someone shouts "don’t start crying" and Jensen was once again not having it, he very seriously shouts back "he can cry if he wants to!" and Jared gives him such a sweet hug- it’s classic j2 🥰

He continues that in 20 or 30 years he would love to be able to get a job, that he thinks for those in this life who are blessed enough to get to "advanced age" the more you grow in age and experience the more you have to offer and the more you realize how much you have to learn as well and he would love for the characters he plays to mirror that; he doesn't have a specific role in mind but Jensen jumps in and pitches Jared an idea that 10yrs from now he and Jared should redo Lonesome Dove- which I had to look up cause I have no idea what the hell that is, it's a western from the late 80's. Jared says he's in.

Y'all need to see the way Jensen pitches this to Jared because he does so while leaning back and playing with one of the buttons on his shirt like sir what are you doing? It looks like he's propositioning Jared 😂

Jensens, answer to the question, is that he doesn't think there's a certain role or type of role that he's hoping to be playing 30yrs from now that his only hope is that he’s still as sharp mentally and capable physically to allow him to play in the incredible world that he and Jared get to play in, playing in-depth characters and nuanced storylines. He comments that he’s flying to the west coast tomorrow to do a movie 👀 and says that he's realized a busy Jensen is a happy Jensen that he really, truly enjoys being on set.

Jared mentions they have a mutual friend who played Jensen's stunt double, and one time he said to Jared "man, I can’t wait to know you when you’re 60" and at the time Jared didn’t know how to take it but it’s the coolest thing he’s ever heard. x

What makes Jared’s hair so shiny? Jared says his friend Victoria makes it shiny when doing Creation cons otherwise he thinks it’s just the beanies. He asks the fan what makes her hair shiny and she replies brushing it 😂

Also, the boys start joking around, and someone in the crowd asks "can I brush your hair Jensen?" and now it's Jared who's not having it cause he goes "can you stay in your seat?" Husbands are in full force today! x

How hard was it to leave Sam and Dean behind to go into their next role? Did they have to remind themselves that they weren't Sam or Dean, that they were Cordell or Soldier Boy? Jensen says he did; that he had some discerning eyes on him: Kripke who knew him and was very precise on what he wanted but also knew Dean very well, and Phil Sgriccia who was on set producer-director on spn for years and also knew Dean very well. Having them put pressure on him to not fall into the comfortable role of Dean Winchester, made him fight the urge to rely on that; he was consciously making an effort to steer clear of Dean.

Jared says it was similar for him. He compares it to taking like jujutsu classes, when he started on spn he was a white belt but as time passed he went learning more and went getting his other belts.

He feels he learned so much working with Jensen; in his 15yrs on spn he got to work with a super talented, super savvy actor who's a great guy. Seeing him as an actor, as a director, knowing him as a friend and as a brother both on screen and off so then when spn ended he was ready to speak a new language. He feels like there were things he would see Jensen doing on set or on camera, and specifically, the stuff he would do when he wasn’t talking- which makes Jensen wink I can't with these two

Anyways, Jared says he loves it sounds funny but he means it, and what he means is that even if it was Jared's close-up and he wouldn't be seen Jensen would be giving back all the attitude and mannerisms as if there were no cameras there so he was like "I wanna do more of that"; he grew with Jensen over 15yrs and kind of learned and studied and hit a few nice shots back when he could. To which Jensen says more than a few 🥺

Jensen brings up the 10,000-hour rule so basically if you do something for 10,000 hours you become a master of your craft. He says he and Jared became masters of that specific craft together, so if they were woodworkers they'd be masters at creating a chair but when they got off spn they were asked to make a dresser. It's different but they had to ask themselves what they could use of what they've learned from making the chair to make the dresser. x

Final question! Do they have a fav memory from when they were 16? Jared says when he turned 16 they couldn’t afford to get him insurance for him a driver's license but around 16yrs and 8 or 9 months, he got his driver's license and he remembers going on a drive for himself for the first time.

Jensen says same. He mentions he had bought a car with his own money when he was 15 so he had to wait months to be able to drive it. Legally. Because he did take it for a ride before getting his license. One night, his parents went away for their anniversary and left him and his siblings by themselves, and as soon as they left Jensen went for a drive, ignoring his brother's warning that he was gonna get in trouble which he did because his dad had checked the mileage and he noticed there was an extra 82 miles in the car. Part of his punishment was that he couldn't drive the first two days after he turned 16. x

The reason for this question is because the fan recently turned 16 so to wrap up the panel Jensen and the band sing the fan, and Jared, happy birthday 🎂

And that was Torcon! It was great, with lots of classic j2 and little moments and casual touches between the boys.

J2 Main Panel Torcon

#j2 tinhat #now i need food and sleep i have a busy early day tomorrow #mine

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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can u do a blurb about reader wanting a baby and asking her co-worker Spencer to be the donor because he's smart and nice and she wants a cute baby?

you said blurb and i read 2K word fic apparently lmao

Late nights behind a desk were the worst. Y/N hated reading over case file, after case file, of horrific things as she tried to choose where they went next.

The only plus side was that she wasn’t alone, Spencer was at his desk just beside her. Like he always was. They had an interesting friendship, to say the least.

Ever since Y/N joined the BAU, Spencer and her were glued at the hip. They had all the same interests, liked the same music and movies, and they spat out information the same way, they were like each other’s dorky other half— but it was just a friendship.

They had a tradition to watch at least one movie together after a case, to just chill for a bit together. Always randomly picking one of their apartments to go to, spending the night together until one of them eventually wandered off to bed. Leaving the other on the couch.

They weren’t aware of their feelings for each other for a while. Both of them being so used to being alone, and never having anyone be interested in them before. It was hard to understand if the feelings they had were pure friendship, or if it could ever be more. If the sex would fuck everything up and take away that perfect happy place they found in each other, or would it make the bond stronger?

She noticed the crush before Spencer showed any signs of liking her back. She woke up every morning thinking of him, that's when she came to the conclusion that it was more than just a friendship. She wanted him in her life forever, she wanted to kiss his perfect lips and hug his soft body, wake up beside his messy hair and just love him for the rest of eternity.

She sighed as she picked up another file, not excited to learn about the horrible acts taking place in what people called, “the best country in the world.” She’d disagree any day of the week.

This one was a file about some missing kids apparently being spotted in a van altogether in Georgia, it looked interesting enough to be the next case. She hated reading all the info, seeing every kid's happy face in the file knowing that’s not how they looked now.

“Good god,” she groaned as she flipped through the case.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked over the divider.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, “just a bad case.”

She handed it to him over the desk, hearing him flip through all the sheets as he read a million words a minute. “We should show this to Emily first thing,” Spencer agreed, pushing himself over to her desk in his wheely chair.

“I will,” she smiled softly, taking the file back from him and placing it on her desk.

Spencer stood then, making his way into her space and rubbing his hand over her back slightly. “Are you okay?”

She sighed, “actually. no, I was telling Garcia I want to have a baby soon, and then I see things like this and I’m scared to do it alone but I don’t have any other option?” Ranting to him like he was her therapist.

“What do you mean?”

She turned in her chair to look up at him, his soft brown eyes really caring to hear the answer. “Sit,” she insisted.

He pulled the chair over more, sitting close enough that their knees touched. “I’m 36, I’m not having any luck finding a husband or a wife, I want a baby and if I have to do it myself I will, but what if I’m not enough? What if I have a boy and he grows up to be a killer cause he never had a dad?”

“Y/N,” Spencer’s voice was soft as he looked at her with a confused scrunch on his face. “That couldn’t happen, you’re a wonderful person, I love having you on the team and in my life, I know you’d raise good kids, you should do it.”

“Really?” She beamed at him, the words touching her heart and making her swoon a bit.

“I mean, it would be hard,” he added reason to the conversation. “You’d have to take time off, which would be good for bonding. My mother raised me alone and I turned out semi-fine, I don't hold any resentment for her not finding someone for me to call dad or even step-mom for that matter. I think if you give them all the love in the world like I know you’re capable of, your child will love you like you’re their whole world.”

She laughed as she noticed the tears welling in her eyes, waving her hand's in front of her face so she wouldn’t fully sob. “Do you want to be the donor?” She made a joke to change the topic.

Spencer laughed then too, “sure!”

Everything got serious again then, she looked at him a little differently. “Really? Cause honestly, you’re like a Grade A donor profile in the most expensive clinic!” She couldn’t help herself from laughing again at the absurdity.

“I’ve always wanted to be a dad, 40 isn’t too old to have a child, is it?” He seemed to have decided that rather fast.

“Okay,” she nodded with a smile, “okay. That’s cool, sick,” she felt the words get smaller as she thought it over.

“I get it if you were kidding,” Spencer spat out. “I realize now that you might have been making a joke, I hope it’s not weird that I agreed so fast, it’s just that I think you’re a very beautiful and smart woman and the idea of helping you make a child makes me really excited. I think it would be a very good idea if you were being serious, but I get it if you’re not.”

She let him get it all out, always loving when he got like this on a case or in person, nervous or just because he wanted to talk, she loved to listen. And no one ever let him finish his thoughts, always wanting to beat him to the punch.

“Spence, I think you’re really handsome and smart too,” she smiled. “If you’re also serious, I am too.”

“How would we?” He asked as he pulled at the top button of his dress shirt, swallowing like he couldn't breathe all of a sudden.

“If you’re not opposed, I’m sure the good old-fashioned way would work?” She laughed, laying her hand on his knee softly.

It was like sparks flew at that moment as if all the fluorescent lights in the bullpen could have exploded and she wouldn’t have even noticed. Captivated by Spencer's eyes as he gasped at her touch.

“Not opposed in the slightest,” he said softly as he held his own hand over hers.

She couldn’t help herself from smiling. “Well, I think I’m all done here if you want to come to my place for a movie?”

“Sure,” he replied, offering her a hand as they stood up together.

He returned his chair to his desk, both of them grabbing their coats and bags and rejoining at the door.

“I should go say goodnight to Penny,” Y/N said softly. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah,” he followed her through the door and down the hall to the tech room.

“Knock knock,” Y/N said as she walked through the open door. “Oh great and knowledgeable one, I’ve come with my nightly farewell.”

“Oh my knight, I shall miss you,” Penelope played along, sauntering over to her and wrapping her up in a hug. “I leave you with this until your return.”

“Through scorching deserts, and blistering winds, I will make it back to you, always,” she tried not to laugh as she hugged her back. “I also brought forth the jester.”

Spencer was laughing in the doorway as the two of them looked at him, “hi?”

“The pretty boy, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Um,” Y/N smiled, “Spencer and I are just going back for our nightly movie.”

Penelope looked at both of them, jaw slightly gaped, “nightly? I thought it was a case by case thing?”

“It’s a good excuse for us to talk,” Spencer smiled at her.

“Mhmm,” she smirked, “well have fun.”

She pulled Y/N back into another hug, hiding her face from Spencer, “I need all the dirty deets in the morning.”

Y/N smacked her arm softly as she pulled back, “goodnight pretty penny.”

“Farewell brave knight, handle with care, Jester,” Penelope pointed her finger at him, giving him a knowing glance.

“Yes, oh Knowledgeable one, always,” he blushed.

He reached out his hand for Y/N, interlocking their fingers as they left her office and headed towards the elevator. A rare moment of bravery on his part, holding hands like this didn’t spread a lot of germs.

“We’re going to have to discuss a lot of logistics like realistically this isn’t going to be just a fuck and oh look its a baby. This is a real live baby that we need to raise and care for,” she reminded him as the elevator doors shut.

“I’d like to be as involved as you’d let me be,” Spencer replied. “I don’t have to be 'dad' to them, I could be uncle Spence that’s fine too.”

“Oh no, you’d be Dad for sure,” she nudged him slightly. “I mean like, weekends and holidays and birthdays, your mom will want to see them surely, my parents will want to see them. Housing,” she looked at him horrified. “I have an apartment with 2 bedrooms, I don’t think I could let them sleep somewhere without me.”

“I have been looking at houses,” Spencer added before the doors opened to the garage, “you’re driving right?”

“Yeah, you were saying?” She replied, digging her keys out of her purse and leading him towards the car.

“Derek Morgan, I’m not sure if you’ve met him yet, he fixes up old homes in DC and Virginia now. He just finished one and I helped him with it. I think I’m going to buy it from him. It has 4 bedrooms, we could all live under the same roof? It would be easier to co-parent.”

She was amazed at how fast he adapted to this as if he’d been having the same thoughts she was having. At a certain point wanting kids becomes a pipe dream filled with desperation and emptiness, he looks like he’s experienced it too.

She opened her door and sat down before replying to him again. Thinking about how wonderful he was going to be during this process, “thank you, Spencer.”

“For what?” He asked as they both closed their doors.

She sighed, relaxing into her seat as she started the car. She turned to him softly, not wanting to cry as she spoke softly. “Being a mom is more of a dream to me than joining the BAU was, this is the best gift you could give me.”

He reached his hand out again, holding it softly. Running his thumb over her knuckles. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yeah,” she nodded softly.

He couldn’t make eye contact with her, staring at their hands as he rubbed her skin.

“Um, I’ve been pretty infatuated with you since you joined,” he let it out finally. Like a ton of bricks off his back he relaxed a bit, “after everything with Maeve, Cat and Max… oh god, and JJ... I was so worried that if I got too close to you I’d lose you. I tried to keep the feelings in, that's why I said what I did to Penelope. She knows how I feel about you.”

It was like fireworks were going off in her chest as the butterflies erupted inside of her. She sat up, turning to him more and ripping her hand from his grasp.

It startled him, he looked at her anxiously as if she was going to yell at him. But she placed both hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss.

His arms snaked around her waist, wishing they could get closer if it wasn’t for the damn centre console of her car. Pressing their lips together, hard, as they breathed each other in. Desperation taking control, she wasn’t able to let go of him.

When she finally did pull away, however, the look on his face was priceless. Like expensive art, every line and freckle had a meaning. He was surprised, enamoured, grateful, desperate for more.

She smiled softly, rubbing her thumbs over his cheek. “Good, cause it would be awkward having your baby and not getting to love you every day too.”

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tenthgrove · 3 years

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Hey can I request La Squadra with a teammate who was though dead but was found again but they lost their memory?. Like it was a mission gone wrong with everyone thinking the teammate was dead till boom they one day run into them on the street but they don’t remember pa squadra at all?

A Second Chance

La Squadra x Reader, Platonic/Romantic (Interpretable), SFW

They had loved you, and they had mourned you. They placed a candle in the living room, with a bouquet of fake flowers and your photograph. A shrine to the one they had lost. For three long months, they mourned. The joy of their home seemed to fade with your absence, but little by little they healed. Three months to the day of your loss, they honoured you with a trip to their favourite restaurant. And there, on the other side of the window, you stood.

Formaggio- You may have been associates in murder, but you were also good friends. When you were lost, Formaggio felt his grief every day when he looked for someone to go to a bar with him, or sit down for a night of games. He missed your smile, and your laugh, but even as you stood blankly in the bus station, he recognised you at once. He was the first one to dart up from the table and run for you, calling your name even as you jolted in panic at the sight of this stranger. As the others caught up to him, it slowly dawned on him that you could not recall who he was. He felt his newfound joy melt into sadness. Would he ever see your smile again?

Illuso- He wished he had been kinder to you. You deserved better than a bunch of arrogant loudmouths as teammates. He knows deep down he never offended you with his rudeness, but that doesn't make him any less guilt-ridden. He couldn't believe it when you failed to recognise them. How? You'd lived together for years! Is somebody forcing you to pretend you don't know them! As his interrogation becomes increasingly angered you make your excuses and try to leave, thinking nothing good can come of lingering around these strange men. Illuso grabs your wrist and begs, begs you to hear them out. He's sorry for getting heated, okay? He just- he can't lose you again.

Prosciutto- He doesn't understand how they could have lost you. You were one of the newer ones, yes, but your talent and potential was unrivalled. With time, Prosciutto was convinced you would have gone far. Then you died. And then they found you. The others were quick to panic at the sight of your lost memory, but Prosciutto was not deterred. It was his gentle charisma that convinced you to go home with the group in spite of your amnesia. From there, they can begin to show you who you were to them. He guides you softly as you look through the pictures and possessions, calming your sorrow as the twinges of memory gnaw at you. He will help you through this.

Pesci- La Squadra's apprentice never saw himself as deserving of his place in the squad. But with you, he never felt the sensation of not belonging. Prosciutto may have done what he had to to prepare him to kill others, but you taught him to love himself. With you gone, there's nobody to fill that void. He is silent as they found you on the street, silent as you walked nervously around your old home with the vaguest, vaguest hint of recognition in your eyes. He tells nobody that he is fighting back the urge to cry. When the others leave you alone for a moment he brings to you the friendship bracelet you made together, not long after you first joined. As you feel the beaded letters of his name and yours bound on the string, you cry. Pesci does too.

Melone- Unlike the others, he had always held hope deep down that you might be alive. The logistics just didn't add up. The target's stand couldn't obliterate a body entirely and they'd searched for your corpse for hours. The meetup at the restaurant was sobering for him. For the first time in months, he felt like he could accept your death. That was just seconds before they saw you. When you are home with them, he wants to examine you. He scrutinises your old wounds and concludes this form of amnesia is perfectly reasonable as a result of them. Furthermore, you have some clear lingering impairments that will need a few more months to heal. He announces with a sigh that whoever is taking care of you now clearly isn't doing a good job of it, if they were making you go out for things yourself.

Ghiaccio- Ghiaccio doesn't mourn openly. He lashes out, shouts and rants and kicks even more than he usually does, but never will he admit it's because of the grief. He didn't think he could ever quite feel the same again after you died, and now he has you back with him, he just has to accept your knowledge of your bond together is just gone? When you ask to go back to where you were staying after your first visit back to the base, he insists on driving you. He takes you down the routes you used to drive together when he needed to call off, and tries to reinitiate past conversations. He doesn't miss the way you rush to correct yourself after mispronouncing the name of a city he mentions visiting. He realises with a hopeful heart, that your memories might not be gone entirely.

Risotto- He supposes he should have always known he'd lose a teammate eventually. It didn't hurt any less when it finally happened, and Risotto blamed himself every day for sending you out on such a dangerous hit without more help. When you were found his joy was soon replaced with sadness as he noticed at once the signs of confusion on your face. You did not remember them. Lying in bed after you have returned to your accommodation, he is shell-shocked, but he will not give up on you. He arranges at once for you to meet up again, and once you are certain you can trust them, helps you get your affairs in order so you can move back in with them. Even if you still don't remember them, it's clear they'll care for you better than your current guardians. He watches you from the doorway as you settle back in to your old bedroom. Inhabited, once more.

Sorbet and Gelato- Death pervades in everything they do. They're lucky to go a week without seeing it. But with you, it's different. You were special to them. They'd watched you blossom from a frightened novice into a powerful killing machine, and when they lost you, it hurt. As you settle in gradually back to their base, they can do nothing but watch passively, butting in every so often to ask if you want help with anything, as you struggle to untangle your confused memories. A month later you knock on your door late at night, the couple getting up quickly in anticipation of you asking for more of your medicine. But then, shaking in your skin, you have a different announcement. "I think I remember you," you tell them. The three of you almost fall to the floor in the tightness of your hug, on the verge of weeping in joy as you spill out your newfound memories.

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ectonurites · 3 years

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In Tim original he was there when dick parents die and he look like 4-5 and that make me confused bc shouldn’t Tim be more younger than that when dick parents die ? ( I mean the age gap between dick and Tim Probably 8-10 )

OKAY lets take a look at this!

All of this is obviously not currently canon because the New 52 changed things and honestly even before that things could be very inconsistent, but we can try to approximate what Tim, Jason, and Dick's ages and age differences were based on that 1987-1989 era of canon to try to make sense of 'how old Tim should have been when Dick's parents died' (Then I know you didn't bring up Jason but considering how linked Tim's origin is to him he's relevant, so he's in here too)

So in Batman #416 (the issue Dick & Jason first meet), Dick brings up two things relevant to talk about here:

From this we know:

Dick was 19 when Bruce fired him from being Robin

Dick & Bruce were partners for 6 years, meaning Dick was approximately 13 when he began as Robin (I believe other comics reference him being around 12 at the time of his parents' death/becoming Robin, so it could be more like it was 6 full years and dates just don't line up exactly, and he did actually start at 12. This could also be explained as the training time, as later in Lonely Place of Dying Tim mentions there were a few months between the death of Dick's parents and Robin's debut, meaning it could be more like his parents died when he was 12 -> he trained the rest of the time he was 12 -> he properly debuted as Robin at age 13)

For the purposes of working out this logic I'm going to treat these things as happening when Dick was 12

Now the DC Wiki cites that Jason was confirmed as 12 when he met Bruce/became Robin in a letters-to-the-editor type 'bat-signals' page included in Batman #413, however all the scans of that issue I've been able to find don't include those pages (they're often not included in scans of older issues), so I'm not currently able to confirm/deny that. However logistically it makes sense, that way he had a few years in the role before his death, considering we do know he died at age 15 from a few sources including his Death Certificate in the Batman Files:

For the sake of 'needing a number' I'm going to assume that age 12 start time is true.

We then know that Bruce met Jason not too long after he fired Dick based on Batman #408. The start of the issue shows the incident/reason that Bruce fired him (he got very injured by the Joker and Bruce decided he couldn't work with a partner anymore), then it says some weeks (an unspecified number of weeks, but they use the term 'weeks' not 'months' to describe it) passed:

Which brings us to the anniversary of Bruce's parents' death which is when he first meets Jason in crime alley.

So, based on all that so far we can conclude:

Dick's parents died and he became Robin when he was around 12/13

Dick was fired from being Robin after they worked together for six years, at age 19

Soon after Dick became Nightwing (also at 19 I believe), and Jason was taken in by Bruce at age 12 and became Robin after training

(Jason and Dick don't meet for a while though, as it's not until 18 months after being fired that Dick approaches Bruce again (in Batman #416 as referenced earlier), when he and Jason would have probably been around 20/21 and 13/14 respectively)

Jason was killed at age 15, when Dick would have been approximately 22 if we consider this three years after he was fired/Jason met Bruce

Then let's get to Tim! We know that Tim was 13 during Lonely Place of Dying, which takes place not too long after Jason was killed

(Batman #441)

Which gives us that 'Jason is about two years older than Tim' age difference that is commonly used

Now taking that stuff also into consideration:

Jason died at age 15, when Dick would have been approximately 22, and Tim would have been about 13 (theoretically he actually should have been 12 at the time of Jason's death because Jason died in April and Tim's birthday is in July, and Lonely Place of Dying is supposed to be like a few months after Jason's death and we know he's 13 at the time of the story, however I'm almost certain Tim's birthday hadn't been determined yet when the story was written so it definitely didn't factor into the logic when they were writing it. So we should treat it as him being 13, but my brain would yell at me if I didn't at least address that)

So, we can then approximate Tim & Dick's age difference at around 9 years, implying Tim should have been about 3 at the time Dick's parents died, when Dick was 12. Most people usually assume Tim is older than that at the time though, in the 4-5 (or even 6) range like you suggested, based on the art and the fact that Tim has strong memories from that day (of the deaths themselves, and the thing that lets him figure out that Dick is Robin: that the Ringmaster had said only three people could do that quadruple somersault)

However frankly it is possible to have memories from being 3, like it's less common sure and is about the earliest that is average to have, but especially considering it was something he had nightmares about for years afterwards that impacted him, I wouldn't be that surprised by details sticking with him even if it was from when he was that young. Also comics are not ever consistent about drawing people the ages they are so I really don't think that can count as proof of age or anything.

Also, the way he speaks in the flashback to the moment during Batman Year 3 (so before Lonely Place of Dying, because in the LPoD flashbacks we don't actually see him talk at all at this age) feels much more to me like how a preschooler (typically about 3-4) would talk than a kindergartener (typically about 5-6), just as someone who has worked with both age groups before.

(Batman #436)

But I mean i'm not an expert on childhood development stuff like that, so take my opinion there with a grain of salt. I'm more just trying to point out that him being significantly younger than most people assume he was there is definitely possible. I usually only see people point to the parts in LPoD and gloss right over Batman #436 in these discussions.

But yeah! So there's obviously guesswork thrown in here, and comics just in general are not consistent about ages like these things are fluid and do change, but my best guesses based on stuff from that late 80's period (+ the death certificate from later, I know him being 15 is mentioned in other places too but off the top of my head I could not remember and the death certificate is just easiest to find) are:

Tim was about 3 when Dick's parents died

Dick is about 9 years older than him

Jason is about 2 years older than Tim/ 7 years younger than Dick

I hope I worded this in not too confusing of a way, and I'd again like to reiterate this is in no way a definitive thing (there just is no definitive answer, because basically all this kind of stuff gets contradicted at various points) it's just what makes most sense to me after reading through these comics from this era!

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eclipsedpascal · 3 years

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Lavender Bruises

Older!Duncan x Female reader

A meeting with you and your father’s company’s buyers, leads to the shocking realisation that you had unknowingly slept with it’s new owner, Duncan Shepherd, just the night before. You needed to hide this sinful secret from your father, which left you stuck between wanting to make him proud and the unsatisfied craving you couldn’t ignore for Duncan to claim you as his personal toy. But you could manage both. Right?

Warnings: mentions of work (ew), alcohol, one night stands, large age gap, daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex, public sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), intercourse, spit kink, slapping, spanking, hickeys, bruising, degrading/teasing, mouth fucking with fingers? is that a thing?, hair pulling and a ring kink ig:)

Notes: I've been writing this for fkn MONTHS now bcs I kept loosing inspiration, so this is actually the first thing I ever properly wrote! it's kinda complicated ig? idk like the parts in bold are a time skip to the night before and the fic goes in-between the meeting the reader is at and the previous night, meaning there’s two separate smut scenes so!!! but yeah i'm a whore lmao. Also ik hickeys don’t show up the same on certain skin tones and i’m sorry for that. i tried my best to be as inclusive as possible nd didn’t mention anything to do with the skin tone. Also!! if you're interested, I was listening to Cherry lips by garbage most the time I was writing this nd I feel like it fits it pretty well😌

Word count: 8.4k

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Going over the logistics of a content deal with the conglomerate that had recently bought your fathers newspaper wasn't the most preferable way for you to spend your lunch, but unfortunately it was necessary.

You know how these “lunches” go; business meetings disguised as casual discussions. They’re exactly the same if taken place in a conference room. Disagreeing and having to come to compromises you’d rather not, with the only differences being there's more chatter and cluttered noise of dinnerware coming from the restaurant around you.

You much preferred being in the office for these kind of things, but it was at the request of the new owners that you meet here, meaning you didn’t really have choice.

As you arrived at the restaurant you saw your father inside, waiting for your arrival just past the main entrances oversized, glass doors. You were almost 10 minutes late now and you knew he would be pissed. Honestly, you couldn't blame him.

Having to rush through a traffic riddled DC to get home at 10 in the morning because you had spent the previous night in a strangers hotel bed wasn't your proudest moment. Was it worth it? Yes, but it didn’t exactly leave you with much time to prepare for the lunch only two hours later.

You payed the driver and stepped out of the cab onto the drowning, wet sidewalk, desperately trying to shield yourself from the relentless rain that had been pouring down on the city all morning.

Looking up at the grand building on front of you, you could tell the place was going to be expensive. The entrances steps were 12ft wide and made of a pearly white marble that was now soaked with cascading rain water, making them even harder for you to run up in your heels as you tried escape the cold.

“Y/N, where have you been? You're 10 minutes late and these people don't like to be kept waiting." The people your father was referring to? the owners of Gardner Analytics. they had bought what seemed like hundreds of press company's over the past few years, especially those in the DC area. Their most recent purchase being the Washington herald, of which your father was the Editor-in-chief. You had been working there for a few months as your fathers assistant and helping out at these meetings had become routine.

“I'm so so sorry, my alarm didn't wake me and I-“

"It's fine" He interrupted "It's fine, just please tell me you have the documents I asked you to bring?" You could tell he was stressed out from the way his voice was wavering and how often he was stumbling over his words, so instead of trying to explain yourself any further you stayed quiet and did your best to take in as much of the information he was relaying onto you as you possibly could.

As he led you through the dinning room he explained to you who else was there, telling you that the others from the herald who were attending the lunch had already began talks with Gardener Analytics at the table ten minutes prior.

The closer you got to the table the more your fathers voice faltered, trying to round off the conversation so he could properly introduce himself when the time came. "Now Bill Shepherd had to cancel last minute, said it was something to do with his health unfortunately. But not to worry! I've spoken with him over the phone and he's informed me his nephew is filling in for him, okay?”

Before you even had a chance to reply he turned from you, reaching over the table to shake hands with a man you recognised as Seth Grayson; their director of communications, and an older woman who you assumed was Annette Shepherd. She and her brother Bill were the owner's of Gardner Analytics and your father had said it was important he got on their good side.

As your father greeted the others, you began retrieving the documents out of your bag, knowing they would be needed by Seth right away.

"..So sorry for the delay Mr Shepherd, you know how DC traffic can be" Your father chuckled slightly as he shook the man’s hand, making some light small talk. Mr Shepherd? that must be bill’s nephew, you thought.

You felt even more unprepared now; you didn’t even know the man’s name.

"This is my daughter and assistant, Y/N" Upon hearing your father introduce you to the mystery Shepherd, you slotted the documents under one arm and reached out to shake his hand with your other.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Shepherd" But as you shifted your gaze up to his own, you realised that there was no need for introductions.

He smiled gently, a kind of smug delight obvious in his eyes as he looked you up and down, taking you all in. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Y/L/N"

He released your hand from his grasp, moving to clasp his own behind his back. “But please, call me Duncan.”

Duncan fucking Shepherd. how could you be so oblivious? The two of you had spent hours together last night. How hadn't you figured out who he was? As panic ripped through you like a wildfire, you wondered if Duncan was feeling the same way; but from the look on his face, he was enjoying this.

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11:34pm previous night

It was getting pretty late now, and meeting someone who could fuck the stress out of you was becoming less and less likely by the minute. so deciding to finish your drink and leave, you took in the room one last time; making sure you hadn’t missed anyone interesting.

The fluorescent red and blue lighting of the expensive hotel bar was just bright enough for you to spot an older man you hadn’t noticed before. He must have been at least 40. He was sat in a booth with five or six others, all drinking, laughing and joking, yet he was staring at you.

Taking the seat next to you, he called out to the bartender. “Bourbon. Neat.”

You'd been waiting for him to come over ever since you saw him. It had been 20 minutes or so of quick glances and smiles to each other before the group of men he had been with dissipated. You had heard one of the men he was with refer to him as ‘Duncan’ when he had said his goodbyes, but other than that all you could assume about the man was that he was rich; judging by the all black LV suit he was wearing.

"Can I buy you a drink?” Turning to face at him when you heard him speak, you were practically stupefied by how attractive he was. His hair was full of shiny grey streaks that aged him. His stubble complimented his cheekbones perfectly and the speckles of grey throughout it helped bring out the brightness of his piercing blue eyes. His lips were full, and you couldn't help but notice how soft they looked.

“Vodka and coke” You smiled, trying your best to be confidant, but they way he was looking at you was giving you butterfly's you couldn’t swat away.

“I.D?” The bartender asked. You grabbed it out of your purse, proving your age to the bartender before watching him walk away to make your drink.

There was a brief silence before the man spoke again. “I hope my staring didn’t bother you, I just couldn’t take my eyes off you.” His flattery almost made you blush, but he wasn’t going to get you with a line that bad.

“Didn’t bother me at all, though i’m sure your friends there must have been envious” You chose to ignore his cheesy line, knowing that as much as you wanted him to take you there and then, you would much prefer making him work for it.

He chuckled slightly, knowing the game you had chosen to play. he looked away from you and down into his glass before taking a swig of the golden-brown liquor that occupied it. “Well I’m known to be quite a busy man, so I’m sure they understood.” He turned to face you slightly, waiting for some kind of reaction from you.

“Busy enough of a man to be drinking on a Tuesday night?” You questioned him teasingly, Ignoring that you yourself had the most important meeting of your young career in just over twelve hours.

“Is that really such a surprise? Most times being so busy is the main reason for drinking” He joked with you as he flirted, making it hard for you to keep eye contact without going red at the thought of such a beautiful man seeking your attention.

Duncan could see how nervous you were under the confident demeanour you had put on, I mean you were practically screaming it out to him at this point. The way you were fidgeting with the chain of your silver earring as you leaned against the bar and the fact you couldn’t even look at him for longer than 3 seconds without blushing was evidence enough for him.

“Well, that’s true.” You giggled a little as you spoke in your anxious state.

Taking a hold of your drink, you wrapped your lips around the paper straw and moved your gaze over to the bartender who was now serving someone a few seats down, attempting to distract and ground yourself from the situation at hand.

You were gripped back into reality quickly when you heard him speak again.

“There’s no need to be so nervous, I’m not going to eat you.” You found his use of the phrase quite ironic, being that’s exactly how it seemed. His eyes were piercing into you in an almost questioning manner, but when he gazed over your body, taking in your satin, black slip dress covered curves, the swipe of his tongue against his plump bottom lip gave you a very different impression; an impression he wanted to devour you. It was as if he thought you were that sweet snack he had been craving all week.

“No? That's a shame” You faked a frown, pouting as you moved to rest your chin on your hand.

“Well I think we should at least be aware of each others names before making such wild propositions, don’t you…?” His smirk never seemed to leave his face as he spoke.

He was good at this game, better than you at least. Of course It was obvious he was going to have had more experience with his age and all, but the way he was charming you so easily with just plain old conversation and confidence was getting harder and harder to match.

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” You batted your eyelashes at him a little, for some reason feeling smaller upon revealing your name to him. You felt as if you had lost the upper hand in the conversation suddenly.

“Hm, Y/N. That’s beautiful.” You rolled your eyes. Of course it is. Thats what they all say. You thought.

“Aren't you going to ask mine?” His ego now showing, you decided to make a bolder move.

“You rather fancy yourself, don’t you, Duncan?”

He finished his drink and moved closer to you. “Oh, so you already know my name?”

He was close enough to you now that you could make out the many beauty marks which decorated his cheekbones and hear the rasp of his voice even better than before. It was thick as honey and just as sweet too.

“I heard your friend call you it.” You quickly replied.

He scoffed a little, finding amusement in what he was about to say. He brought his face down closer to yours and began to run his fingers through your hair. “Hm, well he’s an old friend sweetheart. Most people would call me Mr Shepherd.”

You felt yourself grow hot, Duncans words casting a haze of complete lust over your mind.

You did your best to stay confidant, doing everything you could to ensure you didn't loose this game the two of you were playing. “Really? Is that what you like? Mr Shepherd.”

Your faces were so close to each others now that you could smell the bourbon on his breath when he let out a loud chuckle. His pearly whites showing as he did so. You even felt him graze his stubble against your cheek.

“Mhmm.” He ran his finger over your lips as he spoke slowly. "So tell me, what is it that does it for you Y/N? Hm? I mean a girl your age doesn’t decide to stare at a man like me all night just for the hell of it. So what is it? The power? The money? Or is it the age gap so big I could be your father?”

You squeeze your legs together as his sentence finishes, letting out a hushed whimper. Of course you were attracted to older men, that was obvious, but hearing him say it out loud in public whilst being so close to you turned you on even more than you thought previously possible.

He chuckled a little, “So it’s the age then, is it sweetheart? The idea of having a man more.. experienced pleasure you, instead of a man who would leave you to fend for yourself after finishing in less than five minutes. You want someone who can make you cum so hard you’d be begging him to make it stop, don’t you?” Every move Duncan made, every word he spoke was calculated, and it was all in pursuit of teasing you just because he knew he could.

You made a mental note of his nickname for you as you looked up at him. You felt his fingers run across your cheek and then push some stray hairs back behind your ear as you desperately tried to think of something smart to say, anything to say; but he had won. He knew what you wanted and he wanted it just as bad. You didn’t even care anymore. You were more than ready to give what little of a resolve you still had up to him.

He whispered to you as he moved his spare hand up the small of your back. “Now little one, I have the presidential suite of this hotel under my name tonight. So what do you say we go on up? Since now we're just so well aquatinted."

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Having to take part in a meeting with your father and the man double your age that you had fucked for hours the night before was NOT what you had planned for today.

“Mr Shepherd, I apologise that I didn’t make it here on time. I had a pretty hectic morning.” You did your best to keep your chill in your now shocked state, but with everyone watching the two of you it wasn’t easy.

“No don’t worry, I know how DC traffic can be, especially in this weather. As long as you're here now.” A wide smile was planted on his face as he spoke. The same as last night. He never broke eye contact with you, and you found yourself wondering how he could do it so easily.

“Please, sit.” He gestured you over to take a seat as he pulled out the chair next to his own. You thanked him politely and sat down, your mind racing and spiralling out of control at the thought of your father discovering the sinful deeds you and his new boss had taken part in just hours prior.

You felt him tuck you into the table before sitting down next to you. You could hear the voices of the restaurant that surrounded you and the others at the table coming at you. Every noise was muffled, as if your head was suddenly underwater.

“Y/N?” You were quickly brought back to reality when you heard Seth question you.

“From my understating you have the merger documents in your belonging, yes?” He looked at your father for reassurance this was definitely case as he spoke. So with everyone at the table’s eyes on you, you slid the documents over to him.

“Yes! And uhm the specifications for the more politically based content changes are detailed on page 25. I was told that was of high interest today?” You got yourself back on track, trying to stay as professional as possible whilst ignoring Duncan and the predicament you had found yourself in.

“We were briefly discussing the more major changes before you arrived Mr Y/L/N, but I believe you’ve already been made aware of most them?” Duncan addressed your father, kicking the meeting off. But you couldn’t concentrate. You were listening to the conversation, you really were! It was just that you were so wrapped up in Duncan’s voice you couldn’t actually understand what the fuck they were all talking about.

Seeing him so invested in the crucial conversation he was having with your father and the many other associates at the table was just doing something to you.

Observing the way his hands were moving when he spoke, you noticed how he would often clasp them together when he was explaining things, and how he would tilt his head slightly as he listened. His bronzed curls were combed to perfection, resting delicately on the right side of his face and when he licked his bottom lip, it sent a shiver down through your spine all the way to your cunt. You were entirely captivated by him.

Hearing your Father ask for your opinion on the subject being discussed, you shook off the spell Duncan’s attractiveness had casted onto you and responded, giving your perspective on the subject.

Duncan relaxed into his seat a little more as he watched you talking. He knew you had been staring at him, but it was cute, he thought. Almost endearing seeing you get so flustered at just the sight of him. He had seen you squirming around in your seat whilst you watched him and decided the accidental teasing wasn’t enough; he wanted to toy with you more. As much as he possibly could.

“You know, if you’re trying hide what’s happened between us then you might consider making your staring a little less obvious, sweetheart.” He was speaking quietly enough for nobody else to hear and not looking in your direction, pretending to still partake in the tables back-and-forth. Still the fear of your father, who was sat just across the table, overhearing Duncans remarks was petrifying.

You knew you couldn’t let your craving for him and the confusion from not knowing who he was last night effect the meeting, but there he was with that nickname again, stirring your desire even further.

“How are you even here?” You let your frustrations out onto him as you talked back, his cocky attitude getting to you too easily with the stress you were under. “I’m trying so hard not to ruin today and this situation isn’t helping! They’ll fire me if I mess this up and I’ll be fucked! Which surprisingly, I’d prefer not to be!” Your whispering was pretty aggressive, but could you really blame yourself?! This kind of coincidence was rare, so you had every right to be mad at the universe for letting it occur on today of all days.

His ego not faltering for even a second, he chuckled. “Oh you don’t wanna get fucked? Funny, because I remember you saying the exact opposite last night.”

He grazed his hand across your inner thigh, massaging it gently before diving underneath the little black pencil skirt you were wearing to grip onto your flushed skin.

You scoffed at his words and looked up at him, shocked at how bold he was being and expecting some kind of response from him, but he didn’t even look your way. You assumed this was so no attention was brought to the two of you and so you followed his lead, turning away from him just as fast as you had looked.

With the heat of your cunt having grown far too intense to bear, any friction that wasn’t your own thighs pressing up against each other was to be welcomed. So you decided not to stop him. In fact you did the exact opposite, spreading your thighs wider for him, not having the self control or restraint to keep yourself from him any longer.

His hand moved closer to where you needed him most, diving under the crotch of your underwear to swipe his fingers over your slick folds and immediately begin rubbing circles onto your neglected clit.

You stifled a moan, leaning onto the table on front of you to keep yourself steady as he touched you. Finally, he moved his gaze to rest on you, watching you as you struggled to stay silent. He whispered once more, “Always so wet for me, aren't you princess?”

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As soon as you entered the suite, Duncan gripped onto your waist, pushing you up against the door and cradling your cheek with his spare hand before smashing his lips into yours.

His tongue slipped past your lips, dancing with yours whilst he moved his hands all over your body, clutching onto your breasts and then moving them down to explore the rest of you.

He lifted your dress up just enough so he could grip your ass. Pulling you closer to him and making you feel his bulge against your hips, you were too short in comparison to him to feel him where you wanted to most.

He spoke to you in kisses, telling you of how ravenous he was for you and that he was going to savour every moment. He moved his lips down, trailing open mouthed kisses from your neck to your collarbones and to the top of your breasts.

“This fucking dress” He took ahold of the bottom of your dress, pulling it up above your head with urgency as you lifted your arms to better help him strip you. Throwing the dress down onto the floor and hearing it land somewhere behind him, he admired your body and it’s curves.

“The perfect wrapping for such an enticing present.” He finished his sentence. Immediately grabbing at your breasts, sucking and kissing them.

You couldn’t speak, too enthralled with the technique of his tongue swirling around your nipple to do anything but moan in response to him.

You threw your head back against the door, staring up that the beautifully patterned ceiling in pure ecstasy. You felt him drag a callused hand down to the waistband of your Lacy white panties, tickling the sensitive skin of your stomach as he traced his fingers over it. His finger tips running across the little white bow that centred the waistband.

He collapsed down to his knees, yanking the delicate lingerie as he fell, leaving it to puddle around your ankles.

He teased your heat, moving from kissing the skin of your thighs to your folds, but not yet reaching the lengths you wanted him to, only adding fuel to the fire in between your legs.

“Please Duncan-” you begged him, desperately needing some kind of release from the binds of lust he had managed to wrap you in over the past 45 minutes.

“Ah ah, don't you remember? You don’t get to call me that.” He spoke.

“I’m sorry, Mr Shepherd.” You corrected yourself, recalling the conversation you had with him prior to coming upstairs.

“Mhmm, now as magnificent as that name sounds coming from you, I know that there’s something else you’d rather call me.” He hummed in disapproval, calmly redirecting your choice of name for him and reassuringly pressing his lips onto your clit.

You let out a stuttered gasp, you did want to call him that, but now you felt nervous due to the build up he had created.

“Com’n, sweetheart. Do you think I don't know why you’re here in the first place? Why else would you be sat all alone in the bar of a hotel you weren’t even staying at? You’re just another slut with daddy issues, sneaking down to an expensive hotel to scavenge for any man good enough to fuck you into submission. Isn’t that right?”

Mildly insulted at his all too accurate observation of you, but enjoying the effect his degrading words have on you none the less, you gave him what he wanted. “Mm yes daddy!” You whimpered out, admitting your ploy to him.

A low rumble emitted from his chest, your words setting off some kind of animal inside him. He dove his face down into your pussy, starting by sucking on your clit gently, flicking his tongue over it and applying more and more pressure as you writhed above him.

His mouth was closed around you now, his grey, speckled stubble scratching your already inflamed skin. You were taken aback by his skills, intwining your fingers through the curls in his hair and tugging on them with every wave of pleasure that hit you.

He snaked his large hand around your thigh, lifting it up to rest on his shoulder while he ate you out. Enjoying the new angle he was utilising, he hummed, sending vibrations through your nerves up to the pit of your stomach, bringing you closer to your climax.

“Mmh.. fuck daddy, i’m gonna cum!” He didn’t let off, his tongue perhaps fucking into you even faster since you told him how close you were. You locked stares as your orgasm took over your body, your lips forming an o as you screwed your eyebrows together in rapture.

He came back up, letting you taste yourself and he placed his lips on yours again. You eased into the kiss, a relaxed haze having taken over your body in your post-orgasm state. Feeling a slight breeze flow up the side of your form, you realised that Duncan still had all his clothes on whilst you had none. Deciding you needed to change this as soon as possible, you began unbuttoning his suit’s matching black blazer and shirt, rushing to feel his skin on yours.

He helped you, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders as you began to unthread his leather belt from the loops of his trousers. “You’re so impatient, little one.” He spoke.

“I think I’ve waited long enough, daddy.” You smirked, dropping the belt at his feet.

As soon as his shirt hit the floor you reached up, gliding your hands across the expanse of his bear chest, taking notice of how small your hands appeared in comparison to him. He watched you, relishing in the glimmer of entrancement that shone through your eyes as you ingested him.

He lifted you, his strong arms carrying you bridal style towards the king sized bed and throwing you down onto its crisp, satin sheets. Grabbing your ankles, he dragged you down the bed towards him and finished taking his pants off. His cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers, smacking against his stomach.

He clambered onto the bed, resting on his knees as he jerked himself in his hand, reluctantly groaning out at the first contact his neglected cock had received all night. His pressing cock had made it unfathomably hard not to just fuck you up against the door when he saw that sweet little way in which your face scrunched up as you came.

You were practically drooling, watching him fuck himself into his fist as his eyes scanned across your naked body. Not being able to wait any longer and wanting to finally feel his cock on your skin, you sat up slightly and reached out to touch him. But before you got the chance, he shoved you back down. leaning over you, he held your wrists down against the pillows with one hand and wrapped his other around your delicate throat.

“So greedy, baby” he stoked his thumb over the skin of your neck as he made his observation, watching you struggle underneath him.

“I just know what I want.” You toyed, your voiced coming out slightly muffled with the pressure of his large hand covering your voice box.

“Such an attitude, too.” His cock brushes over your cunt as he sways his head from side to side in disappointment and disproval. “Now sweetheart, you’re gonna stay exactly where you are and daddy’s gonna fuck you just like this, okay? So he can see that pretty little face of yours.”

You gulp at his words, anticipating the feeling of having him inside you. “Please just fuck me. Please.” You knew you sounded absolutely pathetic, but you didn’t care. Just needing him plummeting in and out of you as soon as possible.

He chuckled at your neediness. Taking his hands back from your wrists and grasping his cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly pushing in, he let you adjust to his size.

Moaning out, you dug your nails into the bed sheets, watching his head drop down to yours as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

“Fuck, you take me so well.”

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He slipped his ringed finger into you, pushing against your spongy walls whilst you made a desperate attempt to suppress your moans. You bite down onto your nails, your elbow resting on the table as you put all your weight onto it for some kind of crutch.

He began with a slow pace, making sure you would feel every little movement he made. You heard him join into the conversation once again, mentioning something about an article he had seen from the Herald last month which had impressed him. You weren't even sure. You couldn't think for the pulsing beat of your own heart that filled your ears.

“You all right there, Y/N?” Your heavy breathing must have been a dead give away for something being up, being your father was now questioning you.

You felt Duncan stop his movements momentarily, joining the rest of the table in their standstill, staring at you as they awaited a reply, but his little act of sincerity didn't last too long.

“Yeah, uhm-“ you felt him slide a 2nd figure in, making you fake a cough as to stop the cry desperately trying to escape your throat from doing so.

“Yeah, I’m uh, just thirsty.” Hoping this would ward off the worried looks you were receiving, you were shocked when you heard Duncan chime in. “Oh don’t worry, we can get you something.”

He called the waiter over, asking him for a pitcher of lemonade and thanking him as he walked away, back towards the kitchen. You would have preferred some water, you thought, but you were far too focused on what was going on underneath the table to say anything.

“Now, where were we?” Seth began talking once more, bringing the attention back to where it should be. But Duncan? No. His attention stayed on you. Even more focused on fucking his fingers into than before, he sped up and began going even deeper now, curling them upwards until you were twitching.

You looked up at him pleadingly. You were getting too close to cumming for your own liking, so you grabbed onto his thigh and dug your nails into his expensive black dress pants, warning him. He shot you a devious grin, scissoring his fingers inside you and pressing his thumb down to rub sweet circles on your hooded clit, letting you know he didn’t intend on stopping.

He looked behind you suddenly. Following his gaze, you snapped your head to the side, trying to get a good look at what had grabbed his attention so abruptly.

It was the waiter. He had arrived with the pitcher of lemonade in hand and yet Duncan was still plummeting his hand into your pussy with such a speed you began to wonder if someone had actually noticed what was truly going on. I mean the waiter must know.

At this point you had let far too many questionable gasps leave your mouth, your breathing had become even more erratic as you grew closer to your orgasm. He knew you were about to break before he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you, wiping the juices that coated them back and front onto your skirt so he could pick up the glass on front of you, leaving you unsatisfied.

You scrambled to collect your thoughts and breath as he picked up the pitcher, pouring the ice cooled lemonade into your glass.

“Here.” He spoke. You lifted a shaky hand up to take the glass from him when the grasp he had on it ‘slipped’, spilling the contents of it the onto your lap.

“Oh!’ You jumped up, making the sweet, sticky liquid run off your skirt to your thighs, dripping down your legs and eventually onto the floor. The now empty glass falling with it.

“I am so sorry, Miss Y/L/N.” He picked up the glass, sitting it on the table before joining you in standing. Now he was stood, you could clearly see the dark tint of his cock straining against the constrictive fabric that was his dress pants. It sent a pulse of lust through your cunt.

“Duncan!” Hearing Annette voice her annoyance at her son for being so clumsy almost made you laugh. It was quite amusing seeing his mother reprimand him, being he was a grown man in his 40s.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I-I’ll just go clean myself up in the bathroom. I don’t want to distract the meeting anymore than I already have.” You made eye contact with your father as he rubbed his temples.

He was annoyed at the scene you and Duncan had caused. You gave him an apologetic look, feeling bad for stressing him out even more than you already had with being late, but knowing it was technically Duncan’s fault and not yours.

“Please, let me help you clean up.” Duncan pushed his chair in, quickly grabbing some napkins off the table and resting his hand on your back to guide you towards the nearest bathroom, walking as fast as your weak legs would let him.

His hand stayed delicately placed on the small of your back, until you were out of the tables sight, at which point he took hold of your arm, clutching it like a vice as he dragged you through the bathroom door.

He locked the door behind him in preparation for what was to come. He needed to make sure nobody would be walking in on what he was about to do to you.

Looking back towards you, satisfied as ever now he had you alone, he waltzed on over, pinning you up against the counter with force. You could smell him on you again, same cologne from the night before. Dior, you guessed.

“You’re not very good at staying quiet, are you, Sweetheart?” He mused, hoisting you up onto the counter and forcefully cradling your face with both hands as he moved to kiss you deeply. His tongue ravenously re-familiarising itself with your mouth.

“You almost got us caught back there.” He spoke in between kisses. “Your poor, naive father, watching you. He was probably wondering why you kept squirming.” He voiced a dark giggle, moving down to suckle on your neck and push your skirt up your thighs.

“I almost got us caught? No. Y-you almost got us caught when you decided putting a second f-FUCK, finger into me whilst I was talking to him was a good idea!” You choked out, doing your best to fight through the pleasure of his lips finally grazing your skin as you watched him pull your panties down and slot them into his pants pocket.

“Awh poor baby. Did you not want your daddy knowing that you’re a greedy little slut for his new boss? Hm?” He admired the blossoming lavender and cherry bruises now forming on your neck as he teased, marvelling at the idea they could be noticed by your father once you finished.

He quickly opened his fly, pulling his dress pants and boxers down just enough that he could pump his cock in his hand. Gripping onto your hips for purchase, his fingers dug into you so viciously you could feel the marks he had left the night before. You knew after this, there would surely be more.

He thrust himself into you, earning a loud wail to fall from your lips. You arched your spine at the feeling of him pounding into you, making your head fall back against the mirror behind you. His hand shot up to the it as he gathered more speed, his pace growing far faster than you had anticipated.

“Was it too much for you? Taking my fingers in your cunt whilst you were trying oh so hard to concentrate? I almost made you cum on front of everyone.” You moaned out at his grotesque words, pulling your head up to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“Answer me.” He pulled your chin up back to look at him, still pounding into you. The sound of your skin slapping against one another’s felt even louder in the small, tiled bathroom.

“Yes daddy! It was too much for me - AHH!!” You let yourself go limp against the mirror, giving yourself up to him entirely and wanting nothing more than for him to use you like his personal rag doll.

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Your throat was growing hoarser with every squeal you made. Duncan had been fucking you ruthlessly for what felt like hours now, constantly changing his pace from calm to aggressive and back again. His lips were mouthing over your peaked nipples, tongue slathering trails of saliva across your skin and teeth scrapping over dozens of tiny goosebumps.

“Such a filthy, fucking whore for me.” Squeezing down on your neck with one hand he uses his other to slap you. His ringed hand coming down across your fleshy cheek with a loud crack.

You gasped out, shocked at this move and feeling reinvigorated by the suddenness of it. His abuse only made you more attracted to him, causing your cunt to puddle its juices around his cock.

Slowing his thrusts down to an almost complete halt, he grabbed your jaw, yanking your mouth open just enough that when he dripped his spit down you could catch it. You moaned at the filth of his actions, tasting the bourbon he had drank earlier at the bar.

Following the thick thread of salvia that connected the two of you to each other, he brought his face back down to yours, bringing your sloppy lips together. Never giving you the chance to close your mouth before he slid his tongue into it.

Your lips part, foreheads leaning on each other with eyes locked as you scream and moan at his brutal fucking. “Such a good girl.” He praised you.

“Thank you daddy!!” You cry out, feeling tears brimming in your eyes at the deepness of his cock. You knew he was going to be good when he first pushed you up again that door, but this was insane. You had never felt his turned on before. Loving being completely at his mercy, but receiving none.

He pulled out suddenly, wrapping his hands around your stomach and flipping you over to your front. You got the just of what he wanted and clambered onto your hands and knees for him. He pushed his cock back into your folds, hips ricocheting off your ass immediately.

He pulled at your hair, lifting you up to his chest as he gruffed and groaned. He was much larger than you, making it easy for him to pull your head back enough that he could see the expression on your lust enthralled face.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He demands, spanking your ass cheek and twisting your hair around in his hand. His other hand moved to your gaping mouth, pushing two fingers inside so you taste the metallic bite of his silver band.

You gag as he fucks your mouth, mumbling around his fingers in a desperate attempt at begging him to allow you to cum. You were getting so close now. You guys had been going for so long and your impending release wasn’t going to wait much longer.

“Fuckk, don’t worry sweetheart. Daddy’s close too.” He took his fingers out of your mouth, bringing them down to your clit and swiping at it furiously. You could feel your own spit on his fingers as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Ohh Daddy’s gonna come so deep inside you, little one.. would you like that?” His breathes were uneven. Thrusts uncontrolled and sloppy.

“Yes!! Fuck, fuck, FUCK Daddy I’m cumming!!” Your cunt pulsated around his shaft, squeezing his own orgasm out of him even sooner than he expected as you screamed. You could taste the saltiness of your own tears, them having run down your cheekbones and into your agape mouth.

His cum flooded your walls, filling you up with his hips pressed against yours as he enveloped you in an embrace from behind. He uttered out a shudder against your temple, his breathe feeling hot and damp on your skin.

He set you back down on the bed and pulled his softening shaft out of you, moving his large hands back to your hips as your own gave out and fell underneath you, pressing your face into the sheets. You eventually rolled over to lay on your back, wanting to let your aftershocks roll through your quivering limbs more comfortably.

He fell down onto the duvet next to you, propping himself up on his side slightly and pulling you closer to him so he could plant a kiss on your swollen lips. “You alright? I didn't hurt too bad now, did I?” He stroked your face, words alluring as ever now your resting bare bodies were tangled up together in a complete stand still.

“Nothing that I didn't enjoy, no.” You joked, lightly drawing intricate shapes on his arm with your fingertips, still harnessing the blemishing sting his ring had left under your cheekbone. “I’d say we're pretty well aquatinted now; wouldn’t you, Daddy?”

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You could feel cool drips of perspiration slipping down your heated skin from your forehead to your collar bones and all you could do was hope they hadn't taken any of the concealer you had applied earlier this morning with them. You had needed to cover the bruise Duncan’s ring had so easily left on your cheek the night before, since you really didn't want your father or anyone else from work seeing it.

Duncan’s cock was curving in all the right places as he hammered into you. His pace and brutality showing you stars. He seemed even more confident than he did yesterday. Having had experience with you, he knew that you could take his most heinous savagery with delight and didn’t hold off one bit.

His huffs and groans were tantalising, growing louder and more uncontrolled as he fucked you into oblivion. His hand squeaked as it fell down the steamed mirror he leant on, leaving the glass behind you and finding its way to your jaw. He brought your face to his own and kissed you, loudly moaning into your open mouth.

You giggled through your mewls. “Mmm.. I thought I was the loud one, daddy.” You were amused that he had been teasing you so adamantly about the volume of your pleasure, when he was now the one making all the noise.

He paused, quirking an eyebrow at you before slamming his hips into you with a thrust so strong it made you practically scream out. “Oh, my apologises, sweetheart.” He smirked as he picked up his pace once more.

You wrapped your hands in his perfectly styled hair. You no longer cared who knew what was really happening in here, the thought didn’t even cross your mind. All you cared for was chasing your high. You rutted your hips on his and took his length entirely, feeling dangerously close to cumming.

“Fuckkk baby, daddy’s gonna cum okay?. Cum with me princess. Fall apart on my cock.” His unfocused thrusts had you coming undone in seconds. You held onto him tight, digging your nails into his shoulders and pulling at his curls as you cried out in ecstasy.

He shot his seed into you, feeling all his pent up frustrations from earlier at the table leave him as he pushed himself deep into your abused cunt. He didn’t even attempt to stifle his moans, too invested in finally receiving his release to realise just how loud he was being.

He rested his forehead on yours, your sweaty skin pressed against each other as you both attempted to catch your breathes after such a quick, ruthless fuck. You started laughing, finding it utterly ridiculous that you had spent the majority of a meeting you had been terrified for, getting fucked by your new boss (and the man you had fucked the night before) in a restaurant bathroom.

He joined in laughing, clearly finding humour within this strange situation too. Interrupting your laugh, he pushed his lips into yours, kissing you as if your lips were some kind of prize. You felt his cock slip from your cunt, his seed immediately spilling from it as you were left with a sudden, empty sensation.

He made quick work of zipping his pants back up and fastening his belt. You tugged your skirt back down to your thighs, being reminded of how Duncan had snatched your panties and stashed them in his pants pocket. You guessed you wouldn’t be getting them back anytime soon, which you were okay with, you just hoped nobody saw his remnants leaving you left the bathroom.

You flattened out your skirt and felt the wet sticky lemonade that still coated it. You had completely forgotten to clean it. “Fuck, my skirt's still sticky! Why would you order lemonade?” You whined; still mad he hadn’t just ordered some water.

Awaiting a reply, you turned to check your make up in the mirror. Luckily it was pretty light today, so it still looked good other than the bruise on your cheek now being slightly more obvious than before. What really concerned you was your neck. It was covered in every shade of purple and red you were aware existed. If your father and coworkers didn’t know what was going on from how weird you were being at the table before, or how long it had taken the two of you to finish in the bathroom, or the noises that were emitting from it, they would definitely know after seeing all the claims he had left on your skin.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t think that spilt water would have been a good enough excuse to get you all alone in here.” He chuckled to himself, leaning over to rest his chin on your head and wrapping his arms around your waist as he joked over his mischievousness.

“But we should probably head back out there. I’m sure your father’s going to apprentice the beautiful mosaic I’ve painted across your neck” he kissed the bruises he spoke of as he watched you through the mirror.

You scoffed at him, gifting yourself one last look before completely giving up on finding a way you could make your face and neck appear more presentable for heading back to the table.

Duncan opened the bathroom door, nodding his head towards the hallway and waiting for you to hurry up and join him.

The two of you started walking back, your legs struggling to take your weight with how weak they had become. Your heels clicked along the floor, making you far more aware of how soon you would be sitting back down with everyone from work. Like a clock counting down to all the judgmental stares you would surly be receiving.

You kept your eyes trained on the floor as you took your seat at the table. Seths voice trailed off upon seeing the two of you sit down, leaving you both in the middle of an uncomfortable silence that felt near suffocating.

“What took so long!” You could hear the anger and perhaps embarrassment in Annettes voice as she whispered to Duncan. She looked towards you, glaring and scowling before retiring her vision back to him. She was probably hoping that what she assumed to have occurred hadn’t, but from the marks clearly decorating your neck, she would have known it to be true.

“Oh, we just couldn’t get the lemonade out of her skirt.” He tut as he spoke to his mother, smiling and playing off any obvious suspicions. “I’m sorry, really.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, dripping with a sincerity you knew to be false.

“So what was it we were discussing?” he speaks louder now, addressing the rest of the table.

“Uhh actually, I think we have a deal.” Seth replied, looking over at him and then the rest of the table. You heard your father mutter something in agreement, but it was meek. Quiet. He must have felt the awkward tension too. It was ripe in the air, like a shiver you couldn’t shake off. You didn't even want to look at him, knowing If anyone there felt most uncomfortable, it was him.

Saying their goodbyes and finishing up with any last details, everyone stood to shake hands and bid their farewells. You felt your fathers scowl as he came and stood beside you, but you didn't dare look at him. You were too ashamed to face him whilst still with your coworkers.

Duncan walked over to your father, looking more satisfied than ever with his eyes still focused on you as he thanked him for meeting and shook his hand firmly.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mr Y/L/N.” He let go of your fathers hand only to take a hold of yours. He grasped it delicately, a touch more gentle than he had ever shown you previously. Assuming he was trying you shake it, you were more than surprised when he raised it to his lips, kissing your rosey knuckles; still red from the tight grip you had, had on his hair earlier.

“I look forward to working with you in the future, Y/N.” He graced you with once last signature smirk as he walked away, leaving you with your father who was waiting for an explanation and apology for your disgusting and foolish behaviour.

Maybe it hadn’t been the worst way to spend lunch.

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