#*lets anon hide with me in my trashcan*

[icedmetaltea]

I'm sobbing

No matter where I go

No matter where I look

I see Sun's ass

It's back again. It will haunt me forever

I don't want to see a french fry animatronic’s booty

OH GOD ANON WHAT H A P P E N E D

[some-insomniac-writes]

♡ Puppy-lovin' ♡

A/N: Oh my goodness this took me FAR TOO LONG!!!! Commission of headcanons for my lovely sunshine anon, THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE MY DARLING!!!

Even more headcanons of puppy hybrid and Leon shenanigans!!!

Warnings/content: 2nd person (you/yours), fem pup hybrid reader, grumpy ol' man Vendetta Leon, Leon is referred to as daddy! lots and lots and LOTS of fluff!!! Headcanons!!!

Word count: 3,250 approx.

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What is his biggest pet peeve that she does? (Ik he's obsessed with her HAHA but he  i s  still a grump at times, after all)

TEETHING. That sweet fluffy baby chews on ANYTHING she can get her little canines on. Food and water bowls, toys, chair legs, trashcans, clothes, towels, shoes. Leon has to sit you down and explain that yes you do have very pretty chompers and yes the hybrid vet said they were very healthy and you were a good girl for brushing them on your own but that doesn’t mean you have to PROVE A POINT WITH SAID TEETH!!!! SAVE IT FOR THE SQUEAKY TOYS!!!!! HIS COMBAT BOOTS DID NOT DESERVE THAT GNAWING!!!!!!

I also feel like her whimpering might sometimes get to him?? Depending on his mood. Like making dinner? Whimper. He’s in the bathroom? Whimper. Reading files? Whimper. Tv without her? Whimper. Broken record. His puppy just wants to be around him any time she can because that’s her daddy obviously, and he loves her to bits, but sometimes the man just wants to take a piss alone! We’re talking he gets a few fingers gently bapping at the gap between the floor and the door out of curiosity with mixed whines, or sometimes he has to keep it open a crack so you can hold his hand as he goes. You’re so damn lucky he loves you and that thumping tail of yours.

“Listen, listen, a man has the right to pee in peace. My puppy says otherwise, okay?” -Likely said by Leon as he’s laughing to one of his coworkers about your behaviour. 

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What's something that'll make him go "Who did this, hm?" And she's like- anxiously wags,,,, like when dogs know they're guilty n stuff 😭

ONCE MORE THE CHEWING!!!! I also feel like she can’t be trusted with porcelain or glass for obvious reasons (cough cough Picture Perfect fic cough) so if he does let her eat with him at a table or anything it’s gotta be plastic. One time she’s wanting to be helpful and get him a glass of water as they’re winding down for the night, he came home from a long tedious day of work, and on her way to the faucet she’s still so excited about him being back that she completely forgets she is in fact holding a glass. When it hits the floorboards it’s instant chaos, babygirl’s sitting there staring at the shards like ‘uh oh uh oh uhohuhoh-’ and not knowing what else to do she puts a pillow over it. Because yeah honey, he’s totally gonna think that's perfectly normal.

So obviously when Leon finds it, seeing the pieces collected in a neat little pile under a cushion, he’s giving a call. 

“Sunshine. C’mere a second, baby.”

And you toddle your way in with that tail slightly tucked, not making eye contact. Oh he already knows what’s going on, you’ve never been very good at lying.

“Y’know, it’s funny sweetheart. I come home from a long day of work, have an amazing dinner with my favourite girl in the world, take a nice hot shower and start getting ready for bed. But right as I’m turning the lights off, I find this.” He gestures rather pointedly to the cushion atop the glass shards. 

“And I’m thinkin’, hm, that’s odd. So I pick it up, and look at what’s hiding under it.” Picking it up by a corner of the casing, he makes sure to add an over dramatic gasp. “Broken glass! Isn’t that the strangest thing, puppy? I mean, what are the odds?” His broad shoulders shrug as if he himself can’t believe this ‘totally random’ sequence of events leading to a pile of glass ‘randomly’ appearing under a pillow. “You wouldn’t happen to know who did this, now would you honey?”

You’ve got your cute butt planted on the floor by now, looking up at him rather pitifully. Staring from beneath your lashes, tail slowly wagging back and forth across the hardwood, ears pressed back. 

When you do finally speak, it’s a mumble of “I was getting you water n’ I forgot…”

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “You.. forgot? You forgot what, sweetpea?”

“...Forgot I was holding the glass..”

Oh his heart just melts. You’re an angel, a bit of a dummy at times, but such an angel. Leon can only shake his head with a chuckle, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. “My sweet, silly girl. Let’s get this cleaned up then, alright?”

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Do you think Leon will have his days where he needs space from her from a difficult mission/assignment?

It’s a 50/50 depending on how hard the mission was. If we’re talking like freshly Vendetta Leon then definitely. He’s just so mentally drained, sometimes he just needs to have a minute to fall face first into bed, lay there for a couple of hours. He’ll leave to go to the bathroom and hear your paws padding after him but he just doesn’t have the energy to do anything more then pet you as he goes to grab another drink from the fridge. Sometimes alcohol, sometimes soda. It depends on how shitty he’s feeling, how much he wants to torture himself.

Sometimes you sit at the door with a meek whimper and swishing tail, at first confused as to why he’s so down. Pawing at the wood grain like the poor dumb girl you are, missing your favourite person and just wanting to be there with him. From time to time you crawl up into bed next to him, slipping under his arm to lay your face in the crook of his bicep, often to receive a gentle pet. “I just need a second, puppy. You’re my good girl, though.”

A few times you’ve asked him why he gets like that, why he seems to sink back into himself, and he just sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Y’know how you get upset after the vet, cause they prod at your teeth with the nasty tasting gloves and you have to get your shots?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well sometimes Daddy gets like that after a really really hard day at work.”

“..If I put a Hello Kitty bandaid on it and..” You scrunch your little nose in thought, “..buy you a stuffie for being brave will you feel better?”

And he just chuckles fondly, giving your hair a gentle ruffle. God, you’re too sweet. “Maybe baby, maybe.”

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Do you think he'll get better with the drinking with her around, or do you think he still drinks? I imagine that she's not a fan, if he still does!

He definitely tries his best to at least cut down on the drinking, but I doubt he’s entirely sober since - well, it’s Leon - but he really doesn’t feel the need to sometimes. Usually when something shitty goes down he instantly goes for the bottle, but now? Now it takes a lot more to drive him into that spiral. 

Most of the time when his depression hits it’s like you sense it, call it that puppy instinct, and you’re toddling your way over to lay your head on his knee and whimper. He tries not to get too drunk, he knows you hate it. How he sways and scruffs at your hair sometimes a little too hard. But he’s trying. Tries to substitute the shitty burning taste of whiskey with spicy foods as an alternative, or punish himself through tonic water only to look like an angry cat once the glass is finished. Anything other than alcohol if he can stomach it.

Because he doesn’t want you to remember him as someone who drank all the time, he wants you to remember how on the bad days he opened his arms to you and let you lay atop his chest as his own personal weighted blanket. How despite how he used to snap and draw away from everyone, how he’d shoot whiskey like it was water, you coming into his life made it all feel so much easier.

He wants you to remember that you made it easier. You made it better.

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When she gets in trouble, what is it for? And is there any form of "punishment" or "grounding"? 

Timeout is HUGE, I don’t think he’d have the heart to actually ground her. One bat of those big babydoll eyes and he has to remind himself NOT to cave. The only thing he can’t do is take her toys away, that would eat the big guy up inside AND out, he knows how much you adore your stuffies and squeakies. 

Usually it’s just lockup time in her pen to sit and think about what she did, doing his best to ignore the pitiful sound of your whines of guilt. He knows you hate timeout, but he doesn’t really know how else to punish you! That or taking away your weekly movie night until you behave, which means no 2 or so hours of uninterrupted cuddle time on daddy’s lap, which is worse than a jail sentence in your opinion. 

The cone of shame has yet to be used, same for muzzles. You’ve cut it pretty close a few times with any of the ladies who stick around and talk to him too long though! He had no clue his sweet sunshine baby had a knack for nipping at ankles.

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Does she beg for food, and if so, how does Leon go about dealing with it?

BIG puppy dog eyes at the table, sitting at his feet. Sometimes he caves, because duh, you’re his baby. But Chris keeps saying he needs to be more stern so he tries and tries and TRIES. But you have those HUGE glossy blinkers on blinky mode up at him, and your tail is swish swish swishing happily against the wooden grain and you just look so ready to get a little bite of whatever he’s got and who is he to deny you? You who wakes him up with kisses and cuddles, who trots along behind him everywhere he goes. You sit at the window and wait for him to get home from work for god’s sake, surely a little piece of food is nothing, right?

He’ll do it cause he loves you, other times cause he wants to see how you’ll react. One time you gave him the puppy stare for a lick of the hot sauce he got to go with his wings, which was a moment of instant regret on your end. Leon had to bite back the biggest smile with an “Is it good, baby?” Watching you smack your lips and tongue with a scrunched up face and furrowed eyebrows. Shaking your head around and yapping as if the taste was a personal attack on you.

Sometimes you even get fancy with it, padding from leg to leg at his feet, doing little spins out of excitement for whatever tasty morsel he’s about to drop into your mouth. I mean c’mon, how is he supposed to resist it?

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How does he interact with her in his depressive states, and how does she comfort him?

You 100% believe he needs a stuffie. So you’re dropping your toys in his lap with big wet eyes and a slow swaying tail. It has to make him feel better, right?

Leon has two main moods when he’s in his depressions. ‘I’ve ruined everything, no one come near me.’ And ‘I’ve ruined everything, please don’t leave me alone.’ Swinging between these moods like an unstable seesaw, but he just can’t bring himself to pull you down with it. Who is he to look you in the eye and tell you to go away, when all you want to do is help? You’re not a bad girl, not a bad dog, so why should he lecture you on behaviour that comes as natural to you as breathing? Your kindness and need to ensure he’s as happy as you are, it’s practically built into your little puppy brain. Because he’s your daddy, and you love him. 

So he tries his hardest. He lays on the couch for his usual hour of slumping but keeps an eye out for a swishing tail, an ear out for any little whimpers. You’re climbing into his lap, crawling all over him to put your weight on him, cuddling up like a plush toy. 

And he wraps his arms around you silently, letting you be his anchor.

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When she asks to come with him to work, how does he respond? (Bc obvi she can't come fight bioweapons with him,,)

Sometimes he’ll take her when he has desk duty and Hunnigan just MELTS she LOVES your sweet little tailed self. But other times either he has to call Becca and Claire over to babysit you, cause there’s no way that he can leave his poor sweet girl at home alone! And you whimper and whine the whole time but it’s either that or coax you to go to the DSO before Claire comes to pick you up after the work day is finished.

Like how is he supposed to look at you and go ‘no baby you can’t go with daddy to work because daddy shoots bugs and-’ 

BUGS? YOU LOVE BUGS!!!! BUGS DESPISE YOU SO YOU’LL BE SO GOOD ON BUG DUTY!!!!

“I know puppy, I know. But daddy’s going in a biiiiiiig metal bird, and I know you love to chase birds so I can’t take you with me. Cause what if you bite the bird too hard, huh? Then daddy can’t buy you new toys! Can’t have that happening, sunshine. So, how about this. You can sit at daddy’s desk next to miss Hunnigan and when I talk to her over the little ear phone she can pass it over to you and you can have a chat with me. Is that okay? Yeah?”

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How does he react when she catches things for him, like bugs or something? (he def didn't ask her to LOL) I feel like she'd be eyeing a moth or something and be like omg a present for daddy :33 (she has good intentions fs)

That man honestly gets a leaf bug or moth at his feet once a month. A little half chewed, he saw you spitting out tufts of wing a few minutes ago so he can guess that’s why. You’ve always been a jumper, pouncing and bouncing around the yard or when he takes you for walks. So it’s no wonder you started up this habit.

“Yes- yes baby, I know you got it just for me and- mhm. Mhm I do love it honey but I just think- And I’m so proud of you for hunting it all on your own but sweetpea how about instead you bring me.. I don’t know, fuck- wait don’t say that word. Hm. I don’t know leaves you find interesting.”

Stupid man. Dumb dumb idiot man. Next thing he knows there’s a small collection of leaves lined up at the back door. He’s gotta figure out an alternative and fast, boy. 

Has he ever had to bandage her up bc she did something dumb that he warned her not to do? 😭

That girl’s mortal enemy is anything that like, rears up at her. Praying Manti, spiders, grasshoppers, wasps and bees. If it moves, and it moves in a way that she perceives as a threat, it will be bapped with her hand.

“Hey- hey woah woah woah woah woah- easy there, tiger.” He’s scooping you up off the grass as you’re growling and yapping at whatever insect has made the mistake of buzzing too close to his sweet girl. “That’s a praying mantis, baby. If one of those big claws gets you, it’s gonna scare the sh- ahem, it’s probably gonna spook you.”

Five minutes later when he sets you back down he hears a startled yelp followed by you scampering around the backyard waving your face back and forth. Yeah he should’ve expected that. Watching as you finally flick the bug away with a huff of disapproval, which is followed by a very overdramatic whimper in Leon’s direction. Obviously need of love and affection after such a traumatic experience. Nothing a bit of antiseptic and plenty of well placed kisses won’t fix.

SO many scrapes. Bee stings, ant bites, mosquito bites, scratches and bruises from bouncing around the yard and house. He had to buy the Sanrio bandaids to patch you up or you refused to sit still. Thankfully your new favourite thing is barking at the other hybrids on the tv, an activity that WON’T result in several bruises. Maybe an earache or two, perhaps a sore throat, but hey, that’s better than box up on box of bandaids. 

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When he wants her inside, and she does that one excited play pose (you know the one HAHA), does he entertain it, or does he know better to just go inside because she'll follow? LMAO

You’re padding your way around through the grass of the backyard, tail high and wagging proudly. You’d been very successful in your burying of a bone, planting your own little territory outside the house, and because of that success a buzz ran through your body. Being the jitterbug you were with a case of the zoomies coming on, you gave your ears a shake out when Leon’s whistle was heard.

“Puppy? C’mon, babygirl. It’s getting dark.”

But you were just getting started! Maybe you could convince him, after all if puppies had to listen to their daddies, surely daddies had to listen to their puppies right? That’s, like, the law. And you still have so much energy!

So, ever the bouncy pup you are, you crouch down into ‘the pose’. Everyone knows which one. The one you pull when you’re telling another hybrid you wanna play, the half bow with you eyes locked on him and a fast wagging tail.

“Baby- no. Oh, don’t give me that face..” Leon runs a hand over his face with a long sigh, biting back a smile with all the teeth he can manage.  

But you’re giggling with that big grin on your face, hands braced like paws against the grass and ears perked up expectantly.

“Honey..no. Now-

As soon as he takes a step towards you, no matter how small it is, you’re jumping in a little circle with happy yaps. Next thing he knows you’ve got the zoomies, and you’re bounding your way through the freshly-clipped lawn. All he can really do is lean against the outside wall and wait for you to run out of energy, arms crossed with a grin on his face. IIt doesn’t last too long thankfully, a few bounces, a couple of spins and you’re trotting over to him panting. He watched the whole thing, your tail wagging a gazillion miles an hour each time you hopped, skipped, and jumped. You always found endless ways to entertain yourself outside, Leon really didn’t know how you did it. 

 And yeah, it was getting dark out, but it was only a few minutes more of watching his sweet girl bound around happily, he’d only really try to rouse on you if it was for your safety. But right now? As your big eyes watch fireflies fill the backyard’s air, pawing weakly up at them between giggles, he knows it’s worth it. 

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[neverchecking]

You know reader the slient and strong than sky and sun and can easily light the two up with one arm as reader do their other task will be funny to me.

But let me imagine this (sun,sky and reader in this imagine as young kids and bit of reader backstory)

Kid reader is send out by sun father to get the two and look for them til reader found the two at the Goddess statute and walk over to them to tap th on their shoulders to get their attention since reader still refused to speak they don't have many friends even the kids ran from reader since their scary. Which did hurt reader inside but was partly okay being alone til the two walk up to them to ask them if they want to play with them/hang out which lead to their friendship (secret love triangle that all love each other)

Sun: reader?! Your here.

Sky: we were going to find you but guess sun father ask you to find us?

Reader nod and see them hiding something behind their backs that reader title their head like question the two.

Sky: close your eyes please.

Sun: it's a surprise!

Reader took a moment but close their eyes and hear movement from the two then something on their ear and sun giggle as sky tell reader to open their eyes which reader does and see the two smiles as reader slowly reach their ear to feel jewelry but with two feathers add tag to it that reader realized what they did and look to them.

Sun: so we'll always be together.

Sky: hope you like-

The two start panicking when reader have tears fallen down they face unknown to reader as the two trying to apologize thinking they must have hurt reader feelings but reader walk to the two and hug them close.

Reader never was given a gift before so to have the two most important people in their life giving reader a gift that's meanful and touching. Reader glad and back to clam and lift the two up to walk back to the Academy.

Sun father see reader ear jewelry and knows the meaning..the two kids have place their claim on a soulmate for life but believe kids are kids......oh how wrong he is... his daughter is no will be marrying reader and sky when their older of age.

Sun the captain now

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👤anon!

FHOFBFF OKAY OKAY OKAY YOUR ONTO SOMETHING HERE BECAUSE IN HAIR HOLDS MEMORIES (An absolutely drool worthy, hair gripping, toe curling, make me bark series by one of my amazing wives @angry-trashcan) ITS THE SAME IDEA.

I LOVE THEM JUST DECIDING THEY'RE MARRYING READER LIKE RIGHT OFF THE BAT FONBBO

[chronic-claire-universe]

A Special Birthday Gift

Anon asked:   Hi❤️ so I see you’re doing 100 event for sk8..im new here and I was wondering if you could make a langa happy birthday gift-nsfw..btw happy 100!🥺

Warnings: Sex, 18+

Lately you passed a lot of time with your classmate Ayame, she was one of the people you could call friend. “Next week is Langa’s birthday, did you think for a gift?” she says smirking to you, a blush appears in your cheeks and try to hide it with your hair, “About that, I need your help with somehing!”Ayame smiled and says “Of course my best friend, I’m here to help you”.

Langa birthday arrived and you decided to celebrate it with a simple dinner at home, you prepared lot of food most of his favourite one, then you said “I hoped you liked it, this is for you” and you draw him a little wooden box “A gift Y/N? I didn’t need anything, I’m already happy!” Langa said smiling, you insisted and said “Open!”. The box contains lot of notes where you said what you liked about him, and a photo album with photos you took him while skating, or going out together or with the guys, arrived at one point he saw an envelope with a hearth “And what’s this one?” you smirked and said “Just a souvenir, when you’re alone and you think about me”, Langa confused open it only to see a nude collection of you, completely blushed he said “Who, who did these?”, meanwhile you got your clothes off and sitting your naked body on his lap you say “Don’t worry birthday boy, Ayame took pictures and I developed them” you say while grinding yourself on him and kissing his neck. Usually Langa was the first to take action but seeing you so confident, sets off something on him “So this is what I get for birthday, I couldn’t think for anything better” and starts to kiss you roaming his hands on your feminine body. After a minute of make out session Langa find himself laied on the bed completely naked with you sucking on his cock, deep throat, makes him moan loud “Ahh Y/N, this is the best, you take me so well, I love you!” he says while stroking your hairs and guiding you on his shaft, shortly after he cum deep down your throat. Still panting he can’t help but start to grind his hard cock on your pussy and says “Ahh Y/N I can’t take anymore, I need to put it in!” and he puts a condom. His long cock enters your pussy and disappears inside it, making both of moan for the pleasure. Langa despite being so triggered by your eagerness, wants to take his time with you and starts with slow but deep thrusts, which make you moan for the pleasure. Langa doesn’t need to take you roughly, to hit your weaked point and make you soft scream his name “Ahhh Langa, continue. I love you”, praising him definitely boosts his ego and with steady but passionate thrusts, he continues to hit your point making you cum twice. He continues with different position since you end being on four and Langa hearing his end near pushes his cock deeper inside and touchin your clit he says “Cmon Y/N, make me happy and let me hear your beautiful moan while I cum inside you”. The sloppy thrusts and the stimulation make your pussy clamp down his cock, and in no time you find yourselves cumming and moaning each others name. “Ahhh Y/N, this is the best birthday ever. I love you!” he says while kissing you and throwing the used condom in the trashcan he says “Now let’s cuddle” and you push yourself feeling his hearthbeat which make you falls into deep slumber in a minute.

Hope you like it  ❤️

[snuggetfish]

This is kinda random but I often wonder about majima’s lack of depth perception; if you have any headcanons about this, I would love to hear them!

Oh yes, I've given this some thought! And I've read up a bit on what adjusting to life with one eye is like, the main takeaway being: it is actually just a matter of adjustment.

Although you'll never have full binocular vision again, throughout the course of roughly a year (according to medical websites I found) the brain adapts to no longer needing cues from the other eye in order to correctly perceive depth. It learns to rely more on perspective, shading, texture, occlusion, etc.

But how would this work out for Majima specifically? I think it's likely his adjustment period was longer than average. He spent the first year after his traumatic eye loss chained up in a dungeon after all, with little light around and no means of exploring his surroundings or getting used to this change in vision. It was only once they let him out that he could start re-acquiring the dexterity he once had.

And think of how humiliating and enraging this process must've been... To constantly be faced with the reality that you're struggling to pour drinks without holding down the glass... or that you have to reach for the railing when walking down the stairs, because that last step is just a little too deceptive. Or that you miss 90% of the balls at the batting cages, a particularly devastating blow to someone like Majima who's got some very tender memories attached to the sport.

And if you can't even hit a ball right, what hope is there for wielding a weapon? I like to think that this is why Slugger is one of Majima's Y0 styles: he's determined to master the bat again and if there isn't always time for baseball... well there's bound to be some goons he can practice on instead. Not to mention some of the other things he spends his free time on that also involve depth perception - darts and UFO catcher games.

In terms of his job at the Grand, in addition to the drinks pouring thing, I imagine he had to learn to work around his blind spot when tending to patrons. Most aren't sober enough to notice, but the manager seems to favour the tables on the left side of the floor, which seems counter-intuitive at first, but that's how he can keep his good eye's peripheral vision out for trouble also on the right side.

Similarly, when he's in the backroom tidying stuff up or counting the day's earnings, Majima's one rule is: always keep a view of the door. He learned this lesson the hard way when Sagawa once managed to sneak in without making a sound and stood there watching Majima smoke and curse under his breath for god knows how long... before clapping him roughly on the shoulder just to see him unsuccessfully stifle a flinch.

As more and more years go by though, he gets pretty good at hiding this vulnerability. Either his hearing sharpens or he learns how to peer to the left without others noticing, so it's hard to really sneak up on him. Actually, here's something that's worth mentioning, since I think it's a deliberate choice on RGG's part: when Majima looks over his shoulder, particularly in high tension scenes, he often does so from the left. This struck me as odd the first few times, because I mean, how much can he really see from that angle? But now I'm inclined to say it's his unique intimidation tactic. Exposing the eyepatch side makes his expression difficult to read, plus it gives off this ominous vibe of "I don't even need my good eye to see you trembling in your boots." A pretty striking combo, if you ask me!

Anyway, this was more of a tangent, but yeah I think around the tail end of Y0 and then for sure as of Kiwami, Majima already has a lot more confidence in his perception. Maybe he's even surprisingly good at some trivial things that most of the Majima family boys never gave a thought to....like aiming crumpled up documents at the office trashcan 😌 Thanks for this prompt anon! These are the kinds of details I really love discussing haha

[peralta-guaranteed]

hc of jake and amy hand holding before dating (i’m convinced they did a few times before they ever dated) and also in the beginning of their relationship + getting teased by the squad 🥰

(this has definitely turned out far more emotional than you’d probably thought, anon, but I don’t make the rules when it comes to fic inspiration)

Amy Santiago is sitting in a booth at Shaw’s, laughing at something one of her friends has said, and she feels a warm hand slip into hers under the table. Jake Peralta is laughing next to her, too, but then he’s also smiling at her only, and his hand wrapped around hers squeezes three times. It hits her like a brick to the face, those three little squeezes. She finally understands them.

-*-

He’s lying in a hospital bed, and Amy thinks she’s never seen something more unsettling than a quiet Jake Peralta. The only sound in the room is the beeping of some monitors he’s hooked up to, and the only movement is his chest rising slow and steady. Something it didn’t do about two hours ago, when she was kneeling over him in some alley and screaming while the medics finally arrived and brought him back. It was a fairly ‘minor’ injury in the end, one bullet wound that the doctor’s had to close up, but it had hit some sort of vein that was important and that lost a lot of blood and that stopped his heart for the few moments she remembers stretching like hours in her mind. She doesn’t remember much else, especially not the medic’s or doctor’s explanations. They’d taken her along in the ambulance, because she was his partner, and she was allowed to sit in the hospital room he was recovering in now, because she was his emergency contact, too. She could’ve been nothing after today. Because the bullet from that gun wasn’t aimed at Jake before he pushed her to the side.

Amy looks down at her hands, folded in her lap, pinching each other to remind her she’s awake, she’s here, and so is Jake. Not awake, but here. Still here. They’re squeaky clean, her hands, because she’s spent a good fifteen minutes in the hospital public toilets scrubbing them free of his blood after he was rushed into surgery and she was left behind, alone in the waiting room, her sensible grey pantsuit coloured red all over her arms. She had a list of things to do in her head - contact Captain McGintley to follow the chain of command, and Terry so something would actually get done. Figure out how and who can transport Peralta home and take care of him, if he gets to go home. (He will. He has to. She will take him.) Call Rosa to find out if they booked the perp properly, and that they add assault with a deadly weapon to his rep sheet (not murder, although that’s what he did, that’s what happened). But she couldn’t do any of that, because she was still shaking, her heart was still racing, and all she could see was his blood on her hands, warm and sticky and dark and drying into a rotten brown shade already. So she washed them clean, and then scrubbed some more, and some more, until she felt as red and raw as the wound in his chest had looked in the ambulance when they got his shirt off. (The jacket of her suit is rotting away in the toilet trashcan now, and she’s shivering ever so slightly in only her short-sleeved blouse, but it is clean and there is not a hint of Jake’s injury anywhere anymore, except in his gaunt cheekbones and the pale colour of his face, and the silence of the room.) His hand twitches while she’s staring at her own, and if it’s instinct or reflex of whatever that makes her reach out and grab it immediately, she doesn’t care. His hand is warm under hers, and it twitches again and then wraps its fingers around her and holds her, steady and calm. He blinks awake, a little disoriented, but then he focuses on her and - smiles.

“You’re okay.” He says, and that’s what breaks her in the end.

She doesn’t outright sob or anything, but she does let her head drop so her hair is hiding her face, hiding the tears he doesn’t need to see first thing after waking up from literal death. She feels his hand pull on her to make her look at him, though, and she can’t deny him, even if her tear-streaked face is probably not a good view.

“Hey, no- don’t-” He rasps, his voice still coming back, “I’m okay too.”

She laughs through her tears, a short little snort, but it helps calm her down - and him too, it seems, because he smiles again.

“You’re far more than just okay, Peralta.” She smiles back, and feels his hand tighten around hers, three little, but distinct squeezes.

-*-

She shouldn’t feel this nervous. She’s a cop, a detective. A good one. She’s done this before, and it’s never been nice, but it’s always something she’s gotten through.

But she fears tomorrow’s court date more than anything else in her life right now, which is why she’s trying to drown the thought of it at Shaw’s. The hangover will probably not be helpful with her witness statement that could possibly make or break this ruling, but her panic demands more alcohol. However, the next beer she orders at the bar is intercepted by a larger, more calloused hand than hers.

“Alright, Santiago, that last one was your sixth, and I really don’t need to deal with Seven Drink Amy tonight.” Jake says as he settles down next to her, hands the beer over to Rosa, who leaves them alone at the bar before Amy can whine and complain.

“I need that drink, Jake. It’s my only friend right now.” 

“We both know that’s just Six Drink Sadmy speaking.” He pats her arm as she spreads out over the slightly sticky bartop and whines some more.

“You’re worried about tomorrow.” He continues, reading her thoughts like he sometimes does, which is such an annoying thing he can do. His hand is still on her arm. “You don’t have to be.”

“That girl’s entire life is at stake. And the gang boss is going to kill me and her if he gets off-”

“He’s not going to get off. Not if you tell them exactly what you told the lawyers taking your written statement.”

“Says you.”

“Says Sofia.” There’s a weight to those words that hits her stomach, and it’s only partially the fact that a damn defense attorney is on her side. The other part of why those words from the woman Jake started dating just recently hurt her, she doesn’t want to think about. “Look, I’m gonna drive you home, you’re gonna take a hot shower to detox, then you’re gonna get your perfect 8 hours of sleep, show up at court tomorrow in your best, darkest pant suit, and rock this like you rock everything else.” His hand has wandered down her arm to her hand, now, flips it over to hold it, and it’s pure coincidence that their fingers spread and interlock, surely. “Okay?” He asks one more time, and she sighs.

“Teddy can pick me up-”

“Teddy’s at that conference, remember.”

Oh, right. Something that had been lost to memory between drink three and four, the fact that her boyfriend had booked himself into a seminar the week the court date was announced. It’s a really good one, he’d said, if she wasn’t already busy he would’ve asked her to join, too. Already busy. Regular Amy doesn’t get punchy a lot, and maybe it’s her closeness to Seven Drink Amy right now that makes her want to knock him out for that, but she felt that way when she helped him pack his luggage two days ago too, and she was stonecold sober then.

“Okay.” She nods and tries to get off of the barstool, wobbles quite heavily. “Take me home, Peralta.”

He snorts a laugh and obviously swallows down some sort of joke as he pulls her into a standing position, their hands still locked together. She thinks she imagines it at first, but even after she’s sobered up the next day, she remembers those three short, tight, almost painful squeezes before he let go and steered her to his car.

She doesn’t have much time to think about it, or about how she basically held hands with her best friend while both of their partners were out of town, either. Or how he helped her into her apartment and waited until she was showered and had downed some water and aspirin before tucking her into bed. She can’t think about any of that, because she has to get ready for court.

And when she sits down in the witness’ chair, the gang boss on the bench before her staring her down with murder in his eyes, she notices a set of dress blues in the otherwise thin crowd of people who were allowed in to watch the trial. Three rows down, Jake gives her a silent thumbs up when their eyes meet, and she feels the phantom of his hand again, squeezing hers three times before she begins to speak.

-*-

They’re gonna die. She’s certain. They’re gonna die in here, in this cramped little closet, wedged between some industrial shelving and a broken down sink.

Jake had pulled her in and locked the door behind him, squished her against the wall and himself against the door, and killed the radio on her shoulder as well as his own. The last thing they’d heard crackling through it was “four officers down”. Someone had fallen behind her when she ran for safety, and for a second she thought it had been Jake. That he was standing here now, almost pressed against her in the tight space she would usually panic in, that she could feel his erratic breath on her ear, his racing heart under her hands, was pretty much the only comfort she had left.

She wonders how long it’ll last.

The mission had been an absolute bust. They had expected a gang. They had not expected a well-armed mafia. And now officers were wounded, or dead, and they couldn’t use their radio to find out anything, for fear of being discovered. She can hear gunshots and shouts from further away, and it’s only her paranoia that make them sound as if they're getting closer, but Jake is listening just as intently. Amy thinks of Rosa and Charles, who were on the other side of the building. She thinks of Terry, who’s probably trying to reach any of them by radio from his station in the surveillance van. She thinks of Holt, and can’t see where he might be right now, still next to Terry or commanding whatever backup might be coming in or-

She feels Jake’s hand wrap around hers, still pressed against his chest, and realises that she’s been hyperventilating. If she gets any louder, she’ll give away their position. His forehead against hers is cold, colder than he usually is, clammy with sweat, but the simple pressure of it helps her focus. She can hear him breathe deep, slow, exaggerated, and understands that he’s doing it for her. He probably thinks she’s having a panic attack because of her claustrophobia, or maybe all things at the moment combined. He’s not that far off. She breathes with him, feels the air from their exhales swirl between the few spaces were they don’t connect. There aren’t many. If she looks up, she could kiss him. She’s not quite that sure that she’s going to die in here anymore, but she would definitely hate herself if she did and never found out what that felt like, or if her last kiss on Earth was really from Teddy the night before they broke up. But when she moves her head, she meets his eyes instead, pupils blown wide in the darkness around them. He looks scared and terrified, and his heart under their combined hands is still racing, and the last thing he needs is for Amy to confuse him before they go out in a hail of bullets, action-movie-style, which he’d probably love if it wasn’t so real right now. She wants to say something, anything to calm him down, but she can’t speak, and not just because there are footsteps approaching outside their door.

She feels his hand tighten around hers, three times, faster than before. And then he pulls her into a close hug when the door behind his back opens to reveal blinding light, and she realises he’s shielding her, has been ever since he pushed her first into this storage space. He only lets go when they both hear Terry’s voice, and the Captain’s, the first telling them they are safe, the second immediately trying to update them on the situation with the SWAT team. He holds her hand a second longer than the rest of her, and the three squeezes that follow are far softer and slower than the ones before.

-*-

Amy Santiago and Jake Peralta are sitting in a booth at Shaw’s, laughing at something one of their friends has said, and she feels his hand slip into hers under the table. For only a split second, she’s tempted to pull her hand away. It’s still so new and shaky and unsure, their whole thing, yet at the same time it isn’t. It’s been growing for so long, between them and around them, it feels like it’s always been there. But the rest of the squad is still pulling excited faces whenever they get a little closer, Charles still squeals at every mention of their ‘evenings together’, and Rosa has rolled her eyes so hard she almost strained a muscle the first time she heard Amy refer to Jake as ‘babe’ in front of her. It’s all a little bit embarrassing, and sometimes she wishes they’d stuck to just one of their rules, of not telling anyone until they figure it out. But then she wonders, what was there left to figure out? She was with Jake, and she wanted to be with Jake, and deep down, she could see none of that change at any point in time. Forever, possibly.

Charles is still talking, riding the wave of getting their laugh, but then Jake’s smiling at her only, and his hand wrapped around hers squeezes three times. It hits her like a brick to the face, those three little squeezes. She finally understands them. She remembers them from before, from tense moments and situations of fear, from where he’s been there for her at the worst parts. Holding on tight and feeling the three little bursts of pressure, only wondering a long time later if he did it on purpose, or if it was some sort of reflex.

She feels it again now, and she can finally hear it.

I. Squeeze. Love. Squeeze. You. Squeeze.

[lysershine]

@willwoodimagines​ lore timeline (what is my life)

So firstly, a fuckin massive thank you to @hotsinglelemonsinyourarea​ because I cannot do this shit alone and he’s helped me compile all of their old posts because I, apparently, underestimated how long they’ve been doing this. So from this point forward, I’m assuming nothing is a joke. Here we go!!

I am so sorry. Let’s do this.

So earliest posts that are likely lore come from around April the 9th. This post is a conversation seemingly between Three and One where Two is gone on a road trip, -- although it might not Actually Be A Road Trip, -- and then One tells everyone to stop acting like Two is dead, because he’s not. Which, fair enough, although later in the conversation, Two replies and seems to invent that he’s at the beach, probably to calm down the people speculating about his whereabouts. I am Anything But Calm. 

There’s also this post, presumably from One or Three but it’s hard to tell cuz Three didn’t start signing posts until much later and they type pretty similarly, where they tell us we should be grateful for them feeding us and keeping us warm, and it’s tagged with ‘#I wish I was warm.’  

So here’s where stuff gets very interesting! Backstory, people! In this post, we start to see some pieces put together. The imagine reads:

IMAGINE: Will Wood invites you into his home for an exclusive performance of I/Me/Myself. You are so excited! But then, he asks you to come down into his wine cellar, explaining that his keyboard is down there. You go down there hesitantly. You don’t realize for several minutes that he did not follow you down here. The only things here are a laptop and a sticky note with the words “POST IMAGINES” written in sharpie. You are so afraid and attempt to leave the way you came in but the door is gone. You are trapped. It is so cold and you just want to see your family again.

So that’s horrifying!! But it gives us insight into how the mods were probably captured and why they’re running this blog. It’s a great blog. 10/10, doesn’t make me solve codes. Oh wait. 

After that post, -- which I am assuming comes from Three, -- we’re treated to a bunch of morse code that the wonderful Nigel was kind enough to translate for me:

They then added in a reblog, “It seems I have made a typo! I meant mod 1 won’t let me speak, I am mod 3.” So, it seems like One is trying to quiet any cries for help.

This is shortly thereafter followed by this post from the 11th, and to quote directly, it says:

IMAGINE: Inside of the cellar basemeant, there is a suit. It is tempting but Weill said you are not allowed to touch. YOu know you want to. Touch it. he is guarding it. he is hiding something. follow for more will woof imagines.

So that’s riddled with typos, and if you stick them all together you just get eeOf so I’m gonna assume that all this means is that this post is courtesy of Two. There’s also a skeleton circled so maybe Will has previous victims or something? Who knows.

On the 12th, we have a couple posts, one about being in Will’s basement and watching him cosplay the onceler, another about Will being vaguely inhuman. Don’t know how important that is but I’m gonna make note of it anyway, because Will being inhuman especially might make sense for some stuff.

The next seemingly important post is this one:

So this one is probably about Two, my evidence being this post and the fact that, following this, Two gets significantly worse at spelling and more confused about what’s going on with their captivity. My best guess is that Two gets in trouble either for the lack of imagines OR they did touch the suit from that earlier imagine and now they know something that they shouldn’t. Either way, Will takes him away and brainwashes??? Lobotomizes??? Bite of ‘87s???? Idk???? I’m gonna go with lobotomy, it seems the most accurate to Two’s behavior from here on out, I really have no idea but he comes back Very Different. And in the tags it says ‘Laplace’s Angel 2:14!’ and the line at that time is “Somebody, help me!” so you know, pretty straightforward cry for help. 

Though it makes me think that in the cellar, they are probably limited to interaction with only things directly connected to Will Wood, which is why “as a treat” they watch the documentary and they communicate with his music like this. They’re not allowed any media other than his. 

Anyway, here’s an important note: From this point forward, Two is an unreliable narrator. Everything he says from here on out should be taken with a pillar of salt. (H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault!) 

So with that in mind, the next post of importance is this one, a conversation that goes Three, One, and then Two. Two says Will let them watch the documentary as a treat, One tells them to stop making it seem like Will is holding them captive, and Three just says “movee :-)”. Which, fair enough.

The next posts that are worth noting are this one, where Three simply says “mental anguish” and One shuts them down saying that no one on the blog is experiencing that, and threatens them in the tags, and then this one where someone is being silenced.  

There’s this post, which in the website version of their blog links to itself, I don’t know how or why or if that matters but if someone figures something out with that, please let me know. There’s also this imagine, which is about bodyswapping with Will -- storywise, I don’t think this is something that really happens, -- but it’s tagged with ‘#I miss my family.’ So that’s Not Good.

There’s some posts in between solidifying that despite this wackiness, the mods are indeed still friends. And then we go straight back into absolute horror with this post:

And so evidently they are Less Than Okay and probably being held captive by Will Wood. It’s immediately followed by this morse code, presumably from Three because he seems to use morse where One uses binary, and when deciphered, it reads: “I am blinking. Hear my cry.” Three’s post is then followed by One trying to shush them once more, saying: 

“[W]e at Willwoodimagines would like to apologize for last night. We might have, perhaps, made it seem as if we are being held in a wine cellar against our Will (Wood), and that some of us have been down here for six years, and that we may miss our families, but I, Mod 1, would like to remind you that we are fine and need no help! Cheers!:) #We are NOT blinking. At all. #Not at all. No blinking from us! Blinking? Aha! Not at all.”

So what can be gathered from this is that they’re absolutely being held in Will Wood’s wine cellar, and some of them have been there for six years, and they miss their families, are NOT fine, definitely need help, and are CERTAINLY blinking. Also the random bolded letters spell “help” again.

Then there’s this post, which Nigel translated for me (ty man ily):

We also have this crudely-drawn map from Two, but it doesn’t seem to be related to anything. Anyway, the address is totally garbled, yep, but nonetheless if you put it into Google you get the address for a relatively poorly-rated landfill in New Jersey:

So clearly someone picked up on that, because then we have an ask from an anon who wants to know what the recycling situation is where they are being held. One seems very confused by this question, and Two pipes in saying that have a trashcan. Their confusion would make me assume this is the wrong address, but I don’t actually have to assume, because One(?) confirms it later with this post containing binary that can be translated to read:

“oh god the address was wrong i don't know where we fucking are help“

So you know, concerning! This is immediately followed by another ask, this one in binary. The conversation goes:

“Are you good?” “Absolutely not”

Which kinda speaks for itself. There’s also a quiz they made and I took it to see if there was any lore and uh apparently I’m most like One, so that’s poggers, I think? Idk there wasn’t any lore though. There is this post where Three says that Two’s favorite song isn’t a Will Wood song, and One threatens to knock them the fuck out, and I’m adding this as a point to my theory that they’re unallowed to consume media unrelated to WW. They make up though, so it’s fine.

It gets more quiet and more confusing for a while, Three saying “wake up” and this post being tagged with ‘#I’m cold and I am afraid.’ Two leaves again, Three goes quiet cuz they’re having a rough time, Two hates being smol-bean-ified and is behind held below One and Three, who seem to be in the same room? They’re also all starving, and Three could be an arsonist if you let them out.

Blah blah, they called me out and I cried about it, and NOW we’ve reached the 100-follower-special. Thank fuck.

Three posts this, it leads to binary, and that binary says:

“Listen carefully. The video that Will (Wood) be posted is extremely important. Do not skip it.“

This is immediately followed by this video of Two sprinting through the woods, presumably to freedom, if you read the tags. Three follows that with another post, saying “It has begun.” One shuts them down again in this post, but it links to binary that says:

“hello? can you read this? mod 2 is free! and hopefully will be coming back for us both. you all did absolutely nothing to help so i'm not thanking you for this. however i am thanking you for following us all! you've given us moral support thank you, mod 1“

As I’ve said earlier, I’m fairly certain that their captor is Will and he has access to this tumblr, which is why One especially is trying to be quiet about this. Like in this post where they apologize for the insanity on the blog, which links to binary, and it reads:

“we’re not in ddlc. i am not monika. listen to me closely. mod 3 and i are still stuck here. we have been posting cries for help for weeks. go look for them! they’re like easter eggs. just for you! thank you, mod 1“

DO I LOOK LIKE I’M COLLECTING EGGS YET??? DO I??????? Anyway, I got named the official lore account so now I’m fucking trapped here, and then we get some posts about how Two has made it to a McDonald’s.

Then One posts yet another apology, with two links. Link one directs you to a groupchat between the three mods, detailing Two’s escape and everyone’s very odd adoration for fast food. But then again, Three says they’ve been eating slop for a while, so. Fair enough. To bring back my old commentary about this, though; in this conversation there seems to be a bit of confusion over who exactly put them in the cellar where they’re captured, but as we saw earlier it was indeed Will Wood himself who is keeping them prisoner. However, Two also asserts that very soon he will be able to save One and Three, apparently with the help of Will? So there are two possibilities here:

1. Two is still an unreliable narrator, so it’s a possibility that his lobotomy or whatever has ruined his ability to perceive threats and he is being tricked by Will, who is indeed their captor, and will get thrown back in the cellar with the other two.

2. Something bigger than Will is controlling the situation. It makes no sense that all three mods would remember Will putting them in the cellar if he didn’t. So someone else could be controlling Will, I don’t know. They allude to a person from the documentary and initially I assumed it was Will but I actually haven’t seen the movie (shock and horror, I know, I’m sorry), so maybe it’s someone else and that’s the piece of the puzzle I’m missing? Idk, if you’ve made it this far and you’ve seen the documentary, check the conversation and let me know.

Link two leads to binary, and when translated it becomes:

“i do think it’s less endearing and more terrifying how people on a blogging website care more about my freedom than my own friends and family did i dont need to sign this. you know who it’s from“

Which, maybe, but I love ARGs and Nigel and I are already incredibly invested so whoops. Besides, who’s gonna do it if we don’t?

Anyway!!! I sent an ask in response to some of my confusion for the groupchat, and because One said to keep sending messages. One responded, and I was redirected to even more binary because of course! This time it says:

“THANK YOU FOR ASKING MOD 2 SAID THAT HE HAS INTERACTED WITH WILL. SO I DO NOT THINK WE ARE BEING HELD BY WILL HIMSELF. I BELIEVE MOD 3 KNOWS BUT WHEN I ASKED AGAIN HE JUST TOLD ME THAT IT WAS THE GUY FROM THE MOVIE. THIS WAS NOT VERY HELPFUL THANKS  MOD 1 P.S. THIS IS IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE I'M VERY EXCITED!!” 

Then there were two posts in quick succession, the first one was a new puzzle type! Morse code! And grandma taught me that, so I can tell you it says:

“I think we posted an address once but it was wrong and we got caught doing it. I didn’t like that day. This entire computer has safety settings on it so I can’t just ??? (this looks like a keysmash or something to me?) stop writing. Hold on, I hear something.”

And I would’ve thrown it directly in a translator, but as One acknowledges in their next post with a link to more binary, I had to translate by hand because:

“well! you'll never guess what desktops do to morse code! we're back at binary! anyway. we did post an address but everything went wrong, i don't like thinking about that entire week, the pain was unimaginable! more importantly, though, i've asked mod 3 and he s hold on i think i hear something.“

That post was immediately reblogged with more binary that just says:

“well that’s not good”

Which is horrific!! So I sent an ask, like, ayo homie what the fuck, and I got a response! The text itself is just a dismissal that anything’s wrong, but the bolded text spells out “footsteps” so that’s terrifying! Also Two apparently slept in the McDonald’s parking lot and One slept in a sleeping bag in the cellar.

They posted that this morning when I started working on this post, -- I’ve been here for like eight hours now I think, -- and so I replied expressing my distress that they were active again and One responded with backwards text, which when read normally, says:

“Did you think we were going to sleep forever? The show must go on!”

Death undertones, I dig it.

Anyway, @hotsinglelemonsinyourarea​ my beloved asked why they were watching @emerald-whale​, and One hit back with binary that says:

“you don't think we're watching all of you? tell the lorekeeper to write this one down. sincerely, mod 1″

Which is fucking horrifying, but no worries One, I am writing it down!! I am making a whole ass fucking timeline!! Because I am but a humbled servant that kneels to whatever story you’re trying to tell here. :) Apparently. ::) I hate it here.

Anyway, an anon sent in an ask that is one of the funniest interactions ever:

“ooohhh pizza mozarella pizza mozarella rella rella oohh“

“alright no more lore for you guys until you learn how to behave”

And then Two felt like pitching in as well:

Now keep in mind all of this was posted very fast and I was writing this post, -- still am, whoops, -- so I sent this very stressed ask telling them to SLOW DOWN THE LORE PLEASE IM FUCKING PLEADING as well as asking each mod a question, and I got shot back more binary cuz they hate me but they did answer my questions so the conversation goes:

Me: “One, are you in the same room as Three? What about Two?”  One: “yes. no. i miss 2 dearly.” Me: “Two, who did you bite to get out? Two: “the  ghuy from the movee !!!!  i bit him and sstole hias phone!!!!!! his passw ord was "willwoodsux"  :-)” Me: “Three, how long has it been since you’ve consumed any media that isn’t WW related?” Three: “It’s only been a year since I entered the cellar, so not that long ago :-) Around July you're welcome, lorekeeper sincerely, the three mods

So to clarify what and why I was asking:

1. My theory about One and Three being together while Two is separate is confirmed, yay me! Kinda trivial but I want to understand what’s going on in the cellar, so that stuff makes sense in context.

2. I haven’t seen the Will Wood movie, so this means nothing to me! Lucky for me, I have a friend, @indubitablyswag​, who has seen it, so I asked them!

They have no fucking clue either!! So I will probably be renting that movie tonight, because this lore is worth money to me now, apparently, -- and I’ve been meaning to see it anyways. 

3. Three made a comment about having never seen Ratatouille, which Nigel thought tied into my theory that non-WW things weren’t allowed in the cellar. I think this confirms that, but it actually doesn’t excuse Three from not knowing Ratatouille because it came out much longer than a year ago. (Unless this ARG takes place in a different year? I’ll have to ask about that.)

Then there’s another pizza mozzarella whatever ask, but it’s okay cuz Two fucking murders them. 

I got my numbers screwed up and hurt One’s feelings, (IF YOU’RE READING THIS, ONE, IM SORRY, I MEANT THREE!!) something???? hurts, and I have wasted a solid nineish hours of my existence on this.

Then One gave me a whole ass heart attack by asking my favorite flavor of ice cream. (Theirs is birthday cake, apparently.)

I’m posting it before any of those fucks give me any more lore to add to this timeline because I’ve been here for like ten hours and I honestly just Can Not Keep Doing This, so I’ll be back with more theories later, -- especially after I’ve seen the movie. 

In the meantime, au revoir, I’m gonna go have a stroke. I hope you guys are pleased with your lorekeeper. Cuz if you’re not then literally what has this been for? :::))

[sly-merlin]

Killing Me - 1 | n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre :    angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings : mention of weapons, use of weapons, character death and smut is a warning in itself

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

                                                  or

                             curiosity got the cat hitched

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Who would’ve thought a lifetime opportunity would come knocking at your door  at midnight! Well, not at your door but a trashcan instead. But that was least of your worries right now. Your phone camera captured enough photos to be admissible as an evidence in a court. Feeling content with your accomplishment you sprinted towards the nearest police station, breathing only when you entered the premises of the said building. You thanked the heavens for leaving that place without them finding out. Once your breathing was controlled enough, you made your way towards the desk of the station in charge. He was...snoring. You placed your hand on the desk and banged the hardwood loudly to catch the attention of a sleepy public officer. He jolted awake at the sound and squinted his eyes only to give you a nasty look. After coming to his senses, he motioned you to sit down. You sat on one of the chairs in front of him and without wasting your time, shoved your phone in his face. The shock on his face became evident as soon as his vision focused on the photos. He kept scrolling through the images, zooming in and out and after a few minutes, placed it back on the table.

“From where did you get these miss…

“Y/n. y/n l/n. I was walking home after hanging out with my friends in the club at the 67th street when I heard some gagging noise. They were coming from an alley. I didn’t want to get in trouble so I peeked a little and there were two men, one was short and the other was...um...quite big. The big one was choking the shorter one and then he suddenly threw him at the trashcan or whatever it was. I captured everything that happened after that on my phone. as you saw , that man had a gun and he was trying to kill the shorter man and when the big one pulled up a silencer to put on the gun , I walked out of there as quietly as possible and ran.” you speedily worded everything you witnessed. Earlier you hadn’t realised but now that you just recited everything to the man, you prayed you were not calling trouble on yourself.

The officer looked at you as if he was finding some flaws in your story. He straightened his back and asked “what about that man, who was at the other end of the gun?” he questioned in an interrogatory voice.

“I don’t know, sir. I told you I ran off.” you tried your best to sound confident.

“And why didn’t you try to save him? .” this time you couldn’t hide the fear his voice filled you with. “When a person is dying, you are supposed to save him, aren’t you” his voice turned more hostile with every word he spoke.

You gulped at his question. You were afraid but he doesn’t have to know it right! You composed yourself before deciding that telling him the truth would be the best option for you.

“I could’ve done nothing there. That man had a gun. He was a shooter, there was no one near that place except for some drunken bastards. I was of no help rather I would’ve gotten myself killed as well. That’s why I’m here. You can go and look and maybe save him” you replied timidly.

“Very well miss. We’ll surely look but I can’t say if your photos are of any help. If that man is alive and doesn’t file a complaint, then these are clearly useless”

“But if he is dead, then this is circumstantial evidence. You can arrest the big man for murder.” he looked surprised at your use of words particular to their field. Before he could reply, you continued-

“I’m a law student.” he chose to be unresponsive for a few seconds. Then, he suddenly placed his hands on the table and hurriedly grabbed your phone.

“Let me talk to my superiors then. I’m not the one who decides the rules here so you have to wait.” you nodded as he walked off into a small room.

But he left you with an empty feeling inside. ‘You could’ve saved him’. The question echoed in your head. You eyed the glass of water on the table and gulped it in one go. After a few minutes, your thoughts got cleared of any doubt. You did what you could for that man. There was no way to save him. Earlier you saw it as an opportunity to do something great but now it was altered into your sense of justice. This was the right thing to do.

The officer came back from the room after 15 minutes.

“My superior is coming. Wait for 30 minutes. The search party is gone already. After copying the data, you can have your phone back and there is possibility that you would be an eye witness, if the said man is dead! You won’t have any problem with that right? You won’t be able to back out once you are in.” he queried.

“I know what I’m getting into, sir” you maintained your confident stance and slumped down. Your stomach growled but she could wait. You had other things to worry about right now. Like how to spent 30 minutes without your phone!

Officer’s pov. [In the room ]

“Hello, can I talk to taeyong. We have got a situation here.

note:: before i left, i answered an ask from a law student. i dont know whether they saw it or not, but if you didnt i apologise and i would love to answer again. if u see this contact me thru anon or dm ! 

[auroracalisto]

uncanny resemblance

requested by anon: helloooo✋🏻are you accepting request? If yes can you write a one shot with Marcus Pierce 😆?

soooo you didn’t exactly specify, so i hope this fills your request!!  i love marcus.  like.  omg.  hope you enjoy!

pairing: marcus pierce x reader

word count: 1,501 words

warnings: mentions of death, break-ins, uhhhhh blood?  general warnings, i mean, it is lucifer, after all

If someone had told you five years ago that you would be working at the LAPD for a man you couldn’t help but fall in love with, you probably would have laughed at them. 

Authority was not your strong suit—so, of course, you found yourself working in Forensics alongside Ella Lopez.  As sweet as she could be, she got on your nerves; mostly because she knew about your crush on the Lieutenant and she teased you about it anytime she saw you looking at him.  

Like now.  

You sat on a stool, carefully peering into your microscope as the Lieutenant came in.  

“Got anything new?” he asked.  

He looked a bit worried.  This case had been bad.  Nearly ten people have come up missing or dead; each had a description similar to yours.  Men, women, even a young teenager had been killed.  This serial killer didn’t care for gender, or age.  But they had a particular taste in features.  

“Not anything so far,” Ella began, but stopped when you had cleared your throat.  

“Each victim so far has had similar eye colors,” you said, pushing your telescope away.  “I can’t find anything in the blood samples, but I’ll keep looking.”

“Excellent.  You do that, [Last name],” he said, giving you a faint smile.  You blushed and nodded in response, looking back at your telescope so you could continue with your work.  

You took no notice as Pierce cast a second glance your way.  But Ella noticed.  

Ella came over to your side, smiling widely.  “Oooh,” she teased, poking your arm.  “Did you see the way he looked at you?” she smiled.  

You rolled your eyes.  “It’s just because I look like the victims.  Nothing special,” you said, looking up from your blood sample.  “Do you wanna take a look at this?”

You stood up and let Ella look at the sample as you grabbed ahold of your drink.  

The two of you wouldn’t find much the rest of the day—in fact, forensics wasn’t a big help at the moment.  Lucifer had gone to see what he could do with the Detective and the Lieutenant was doing his own thing to help out with the case. 

–

As soon as the clock read seven o’clock, you left.  You quickly went to your apartment, not spending a second longer in the parking lot than you needed to. 

Tossing your keys on the countertop, you groaned and slid off your coat from the day.  That’s when you heard it.  Something had shattered.  

Dread filled the pit of your stomach; you couldn’t do anything to protect yourself.  You didn’t own a gun; you weren’t trained for one, to begin with.  

You quickly grabbed your phone, clicking one of your recent calls.  You didn’t see who it was.   But it didn’t matter.  Anyone would hopefully know to come and help you—you hardly talked to anyone who wasn’t working in the police station.  

Putting your phone up to your ear, you carefully made your way to the bathroom, keeping an eye out for whatever it was that caused the crash.  But you didn’t own any pets and you never kept anything close to the edge of the tables you had throughout your home.  There had to be someone there.  

“Hello?  [Last name]?” 

Your heard dropped to your stomach, but you paid no mind to it.  Your anxieties couldn’t stop you from talking to him right now.  

“Lieutenant, I think there’s someone in my house.”

There was silence on the other line before he spoke up once more.  “[Your name],” he frowned.  “Someone in your house.  Are you sure?”

“Yes.  I’m sure,” you breathed out, holding onto your phone.  “Lieutenant, what do I do?”

“Stay.  You don’t have a gun, yeah?  Just… hide somewhere.  You’ll be okay,” he said, frowning deeply.  He hung up his side of the phone call and hopped on his motorcycle.  

Your heart dropped once more as fear spread through your body.  You shut the bathroom door behind you and locked the door, looking around to see if there was anything that you could block the door with.  No shelf, there wasn’t any sort of table.  The only thing you had to move was a small trashcan.  

You pressed your back against the wall to keep it from opening up and you sunk to the floor.  You called Chloe as well, telling her that the Lieutenant was already on his way.  Chloe called for backup, as Pierce had yet to do so.  

You held your phone close and waited for someone or something to happen.  

–

“[Your name]?”

What felt like an hour had only been a couple of minutes.  

Pierce was knocking at the bathroom door.  “[Your name]?”

You scrambled to your feet and quickly unlocked and opened the door.  “Lieutenant?” you looked up, eyes wide.  

“He’s in police custody—” 

Pierce cleared his throat and looked over his shoulder.  “I, uh, roughed him up a bit,” he moved out of the way to show you the broken mess in your living room. He was frowning.  

“Thank you,” you quickly said.  “I am so sorry for calling you, I just…”

“Don’t apologize,” he looked at you.  “I am glad you called.  If anything had happened to you—well, I don’t… really know what I would have done.”

You couldn’t help your blush from forming.  

“I… thank you, anyways.”

The Lieutenant just smiled before he left to talk with the Detective.  

You left your bathroom, coming out to look at the mess.  There wasn’t much you could do except for replacing the things that could have been replaced. You looked towards the door, seeing Lucifer standing there.  He looked at you and faintly smiled.  

“I am glad you’re alright, [Last name],” he said.  “I’m sure the Lieutenant could say the name,” he chuckled softly.  

You rolled your eyes, running a hand through your hair.  

“I’m serious,” Lucifer chuckled softly.  “Pierce called Chloe when he got here.” “Pierce said if you were hurt, he’d be killing—”

Your eyes widened and you practically choked on your own words.  You looked up at the man, only to see Lucifer smugly grinning at you.  

“What?”

“I do believe you heard what I said, [Your name],” he grinned, leaning against the doorframe.  He crossed his arms over his chest, unable to stop his smiles.  

You rolled your eyes and cleared your throat, turning your attention to the police cars outside your apartment.  

Pierce looked over at you and sent you a soft smile.   

While it was an unconventional scenario, you couldn’t help but wonder why Pierce didn’t just send someone else to help you.  It would have been so easy for him just to call Chloe, as you had done once you calmed down.  

–

You spent the next day spending most of your last paycheck on new things for your apartment living room, and a replacement lock for your front door.  The second day after everything had happened, you went back to work.  

Many didn’t say anything, but as soon as you made it to the forensics lab, Ella had hugged you tightly.  

“I am so, so, so sorry for not coming to see you, I just got a new case, and I had so much to do, and I just couldn’t find the time to come and see—”

“Calm down,” you laughed and gave your friend a hug.  “Calm down.  It’s fine.”

“Right, sure, yeah, uh, Lieutenant brought something yesterday, said to give it to you when you get back…”

You just smiled at Ella, watching as she picked up a sticky note with your name on it.  She handed it to you before she got back to work.  

On the note, it just read, ‘Come by my office.’

You sighed, sitting it back down.  “Give me a job to do when I get back, okay?”

Ella smiled and nodded, watching as you left for Pierce’s office.  

–

Knocking on the door, you only went in as soon as you heard Pierce’s voice.  

“[Last name],” he said, standing up from his desk.  “I needed to talk to you.  I’m so glad you came by.”

You gave him a soft smile.  “I got your sticky note.”

“Oh.  Right, well, there’s that,” he gave you a soft smile.  

“What did you want to talk about?  I, uh, I have a lot to catch up on, since I missed yesterday…”

“Right,” he watched you for a moment before he crossed his arms over his chest.  “I’d like to take you out to dinner.  If that’s okay.  I… yesterday made me realize that I shouldn’t try to wait.  So, if you’d let me—”

“—yes,” you said, smiling.  “I’d love to go out to dinner with you.”

Marcus smiled.  “Great.  Are you… are you okay, yourself?”

“I’m fine, Lieutenant.  Thanks to you.”

“Call me Marcus.”

You smiled at him and he returned it.  Shortly after, you left his office and began to work while Ella badgered you with questions.

[thefanficmonster]

Late Nights

Andrew (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope) x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: Late nights are famously accompanied by deep conversations. The type to keep you up like a full dose of caffeine. Those are the best, most relaxing and freeing conversations you’ll ever experience. Good thing Andrew and Y/N are the perfect company for each other when it comes to those exact talks.

Requested by Anon. Hello! I’m sorry there is no specifications on your request. You requested for some Andrew x Reader fluff and this idea immediately dawned on me haha. I hope you like it and I’m so terribly sorry for the wait. Hopefully the final product makes it worth your while. Looking forward to hearing your feedback and receiving any other requests you may have! Love, Vy ❤

A random notification sounds from my phone, scaring me out of my peaceful, dreamless slumber. Oh wait, I’m not in my bed. I’m sitting at my desk, surrounded with sheets of paper with notes I’m supposed to memorize by my 8 AM exam. Speaking of that exam, it’s in less than five hours. I’ve been studying for what feels like days, but my head still feels as empty as it was at the start of the semester. The way I see it, I have two options: I can either die from a caffeine overdose or from the heart attack this exam will cause me. No in-between and no other options. Just death. Maybe not in the literal sense, but if you ask me, burn-out should be considered death and that’s exactly what I feel right now. And the fucking exam hasn’t even happened yet, for fuck’s sake! 

I lift my head to look at the clock on the wall and instantly get dizzy. Thankfully, I’m still seated. Damn, this calls for more caffeine.

“Hey T, can you -“ I look behind me in search of my roommate who’s supposed to be pulling this all-nighter with me. Needless to say, she has perished. 

I already have an idea of where she might be, but the sticky note she has left on my dresser confirms it.

~ Daniel has more notes. Come to the floor lounge 

Oh, hell no. I am not that committed to passing this exam. I am not about to be a third-wheel for five hours and feel miserable afterwards. Correction: More miserable than I’m already going to feel. Good thing there are two staircases on either side of the floor so I don’t have to pass through the lounge in order to get to the dining hall. That’s the only place I could obtain coffee and if I don’t I might just die right here on this desk.

I put my slippers on, throwing a jacket over my pajamas as well. It’s January and the dorms could not be colder. I swear to God, they are trying to build our immunity and resistance to cold one freezing night at a time. The heating doesn’t do much even if it’s on, which is a rare occurrence considering it’s faulty and doesn’t work 80% of the time.  I leave the dorm, quietly shutting and locking the door behind me before taking the right hallway instead of the left. I wander around the dimly lit hallways, some of which don’t have lighting at all, my arms folded over my chest in a pointless attempt to bring myself more warmth than the jacket is able to provide me. No matter what I do, I can’t get rid of the intense shaking that started from my torso and has now spread as far as my bottom jaw.

I navigate the halls, mumbling curse words to myself while doing so. Having taken the long way, I have an extra two minutes or so of freezing before I can find myself in the warm and cozy dorm. Taylor and I bought a small heater for Christmas cause we were not having it with the shitty heating system. Must say, that’s a better investment than all the money I threw to be here.

The dining hall is dark as usual. The only lights are the exit sign and some small lights on the vending machines. And the glorious coffee machine! I can just imagine myself turning into a heart-eyed emoji looking at it. 

“All-nighter?“

The voice is so sudden and so out of place, it startles me to the point of letting out a half-scream and immediately backing away towards the entrance of the dining hall. 

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s me.“ A light appears at one of the tables, illuminating the person holding it.

I sigh in relief when I finally get a good look at the person opposite me. It’s Andrew - a classmate and friend of mine. We have creative writing together and a few other classes. We’re in the same friend group as well. I started hanging out with him more through Taylor’s boyfriend Daniel who’s roommates with him. I’m glad I met them both, they are really fun to be around. However, recently, Andrew hasn’t been himself. It might be a stretch, but I think it’s because of the upcoming field trip our creative writing professor John has organized. I have tried asking him what has been bothering him but he always brushes off my concerns by claiming nothing’s wrong.

“Jeez, Andrew. You scared me half to death.“ I place a hand over my racing heart, taking a deep breath to calm myself down, “You’re lucky I didn’t chuck anything at you.“

He has the audacity to laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He puts his phone on the table, flashlight facing up at the ceiling, “What are you doing here, anyway?”

I return to my previous task, “Getting coffee, can’t do without it. What about you? Do you just hang out here, waiting for student-zombies to scare?” I get my four cups of coffee, balancing them in a very risky way to where he’s sitting. “Want one?”

His eyes widen, “These are all for you?” I nod, “And they are all just straight espressos?” I nod again, “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

I scoff, “That’s plan B. For now, I’m just trying to stay awake.” I knock back one of the cups, trying hard not to cringe at the unpleasant flavor due to the lack of sugar. “You didn’t answer my question.” I say after getting over the initial battle to get the coffee down without puking.

He hesitates, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the tabletop. I can tell he has spaced out, leaving me unsure of weather I should nudge him again or let him return to reality at his own time.

“I, uh....I had a nightmare.“ He says despite his eyes still carrying that thousand yard stare. “Daniel wasn’t there, and I didn’t want to stay alone in the dorm, so I came here. A lot more open. Not so suffocating.“

I frown, “What was the nightmare like?” I don’t try to hide my concern, there is no reason to do so. I want him to know I care, that I am and I always will be there for him. Even if it’s just as a friend, I will take what I can get. This is not the time to be thinking of anything more than being a good friend and helping Andrew.

He shrugs, his eyes slowly lifting to meet mine. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last cause he shakes his head, breaking eye-contact again, “You’ll think it’s ridiculous.“

I put my hand on top of his, stopping the repetitive tapping of his fingers. This causes him to reconnect our gazes. After a two second confirmation that he won’t look away, I speak up, “You could tell me elves chased you around with axes and I still wouldn’t say that, Andrew. Come on, talk to me.”

He sighs, nodding his head. I take this as a positive sign and give him an encouraging smile. Instinctively, I start withdrawing my hand as I lean back in my seat. To my surprise, he turns his hand, taking a hold of mine when he begins to speak.

“They started a week ago, when John told us about the trip to Little Hope.“ he still hesitates, but I still consider it progress. “It’s always one of two nightmares - it’s either a housefire which non of us survive or...I can’t even explain the other one.“

I give his hand a comforting squeeze, “Take your time. I know it’s tough.”

“Um, we are at this ruin of a house and we, well, you guys get attacked by these deformed, demonic monstrosities. I can’t get to you. I can’t save you. Darkness takes over my brain and all I hear is horrified screams and calls for help. And then I wake up. Terrified.“ 

I am terrified just picturing it, let alone experiencing it. I’d probably sob like a baby and refuse to go to sleep ever again. “That’s horrible, Andrew. I’m so sorry you have to go through that.” I pause for a second, “Little Hope is a place with terrible history, I can’t blame you for being so hesitant about going. I’m a sucker for these types of places, but I completely understand your angle.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I believe I overheard you saying you’d like to visit Centralia.“

I can’t help but smile, “Oh, I’d love to.”

Suddenly, completely out of the blue, he gets a spark in his eye. He becomes livelier, almost like new life was breathed into him. Pushing back his chair, he stands up and takes the remainder of coffee cups. “Well, that’s not gonna happen if you kill yourself.” Without batting an eye at my baffled expression, he throws the cups in the trashcan near by. “Let me help you with the studying. Two work better than one, after all. I’m sure you’ll grasp everything better if you have an actual person explaining it to you. Also, I’d like to make up for the time you wasted here with me.”

I get up as well, “No need, seriously. I can figure it out. Apart from feeling so energized I could run a marathon, my brain is working a lot better now. You go try to catch some z’s.” I wave my hand dismissively but he catches it mid-motion, mumbling a quick ‘come on’ before leading me out of the dining hall and towards the staircase I took earlier.

                                                           *  *  *

It’s been about two days since that night and history is over here repeating itself. I am, once again, pulling an all-nighter, this time alone because no one else from my friend group shares this class with me. You’d think I would have learned my lesson and would start studying at a reasonable time, granting myself both peace of mind and a better functioning brain, but NOPE. Actually, I’m beginning to think I can’t study at any other time of day. The late nights/early mornings give me the best atmosphere. Those hours before dawn are the quietest I’ve ever had the chance to experience - for studying and just chilling on the roof of the dorms. The dining hall is still a place I frequent. I can’t help but hope to run into Andrew every time I walk in that big, eerie room. I haven’t been so lucky, though. We got the results of our last exam today and I was, and still am overjoyed for the grade I got. Not only was it a passing one, it was a SOLID passing one. I can swear, if it wasn’t for Andrew’s help, I would’ve failed it with the lowest score in the class.

“How does this work...?“ I mumble in frustration, reading through the poorly written notes I’ve made. Full disclosure - this is my nap class. This is the class I spend spacing out and - as its title suggests - taking naps. I am surprised I have as many notes as I do. 

Taylor, being the great friend she is, refused to budge from our dorm, determined to help me in any way she could. I appreciate the gesture, don’t get me wrong, but having another person would defeat the purpose of being up this late, so I talked her into sticking to her original plan - hanging out with Andrew and Daniel at their dorm while I fry my brain cells.

Just as I’m about to take a sip of my third coffee for the night, my phone starts ringing. I look at the phone screen that’s displaying Andrew’s name and straighten up in my chair, ready to launch myself out the door in case he needs my help. Screw the exam.

“Hello? You ok? What’s wrong?“ I blabber into the phone after picking up the call

“Hey, sorry for bothering you. Hope I didn’t wake you up. Um, I had another nightmare....never mind. Sorry for calling.“ His voice is shaky and hesitant, almost as if he’s speaking with zero air in his lungs.

My concern shoots through the roof, “Don’t you ‘never mind’ me! And don’t apologize! Meet me in the dining hall in five minutes.” I jump to my feet, pulling my jacket on with my unoccupied arm.

He sighs, “I’m already there.“

I nod distractedly, momentarily forgetting that he can’t see me, before leaving the dorm. I power walk the familiar hallways, the only reason I’m not running being the late hour and the trouble I’d get in for the noise.

I stop right outside the dining hall doors, giving myself five seconds to compose myself so I won’t look absolutely unhinged when I walk in. I get that it’s pointless, considering I have massive bags under my soulless eyes, but a girl can try.

Pushing the door open, I am met with small, flickering dots of light hovering over one of the tables. The outline of Andrew’s silhouette is also visible, but nothing more. It takes me a second to realize the lights I was looking at were three small candles.

“Andrew?“ I whisper-call his name while I’m still at a distance of about ten feet, cautious not to freak him out by approaching without making my presence known.

As I near the table, the candle-light illuminates his face enough for me to be able to see that he doesn’t look at all like what he sounded like over the phone. Something about his gaze when his eyes meet mine screams ‘I’m so glad you’re here’, but then again, that might be wishful thinking. Apart from that, he looks rather normal - not like someone who just had the most horrific of nightmares. Actually, I think I can see a hint of a smile forming at the corners of his lips.

“Hey Y/N.“ He greets me, “Ready to study?“ He points to the several notebooks and sheets of paper neatly stacked on the table. Next to that pile is a similar one of snacks. 

My eyes widen, “Wait, what? What is this?“ I narrow my eyes at him, “Is this your way of dealing with the nightmares or something? It’s completely ok if it is, don’t get me wrong...“

He shakes his head, the smile now fully formed on his face, “No, Y/N. I actually haven’t had a nightmare since that night you found me here. This...” he motions to the table, “...is several things. First of all, a celebration for your passed exam. Second, a thank you - cause I believe you’re the reason the nightmares stopped. I just needed to talk to someone about them and you were the only person I could do that with properly. And third, I know you have an exam in a few hours, so I wanted to help. We make great study-buddies, don’t you agree?”

I’m honestly speechless, “You schemer.” I’m smiling and blushing like crazy and I couldn’t be happier to be surrounded by darkness at this moment. “How did you even get these notes? You’re not in that class.”

He gives me a conspiring smirk, “That’s classified info.” He hands me a coke can, “No more coffee for you tonight.”

“You interrupted me on my third cup, but better late than never I guess.“ I giggle taking the handed soda and taking a seat on the chair opposite him. “Thank you so much, Andrew. Really, it means a lot to me. How am I supposed to repay you for this?“ I can tell he’s about to protest so I hurry to stop him, “No, no, no. You can’t change my mind on that.“

He sighs in defeat I can only guess is fake, taking the smirk on his face into consideration. He contemplates whatever’s on his mind for a second, buying himself time while he opens a soda can for himself. I copy his action, opening mine as well. “Um, well, there is one way I can think of....” he trails off, avoiding eye-contact. The brief moment I manage to catch his gaze I give him a nod, encouraging him to go on. “How about calling this a date?”

I am shocked. No, ‘pleasantly surprised’ is a better term to use. ‘Overjoyed’ an even better one. 

The blush I thought couldn’t get any darker or more wide-spread just proved me wrong. Despite the chilliness of the dining hall, my face, neck and ears are on fire. Once again, a big thank you goes to the darkness that surrounds us.

Instead of showing off how surprised and happy I am, I lift my soda can in the air, “It’s a date then.”

His smirk turns into a relieved smile as he takes his can, clinking it against mine, “It’s a date.”

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[buckleysjareau]

when i’m walking in my sleep

anonymous asked:

Hii, i love your writing, just finished your new buddie fic. Loved it! If you have inspiration for a storyline like the following i would be so happy to read: Eddie taking care of Buck after the screw removing surgery.

I deleted the original post due to it not showing up in the tags, so sorry if you didn’t see it, anon! But here it is again :) 

trigger warnings for this: use of painkillers even though taken as prescribed, mention of an unspecified nightmare, and to be safe emetophobia as it’s mentioned

Eddie has always had the innate need to care for the ones he loves and the ones who need it. When he was five, he tried his hardest alongside his sisters to save an injured squirrel that ended up at their doorstep. He’d take care of his parents when either one of them was sick as he grew up. The need to help everyone never simmered, only grew when he joined the Army, boiled over when Christopher was born. Firefighting was the perfect job for Eddie, he got to feed his desire to help those in need and find the camaraderie within his team that he’d been missing since his Army days. 

Helping people helps him, so he really can’t stop himself from jumping at the opportunity to take Buck home after he gets his screws out when everyone else’s schedules are too busy. He cares about Buck a lot -- maybe too much and not in the way someone cares about their best friend -- so making sure he’s okay and comfortable after a surgery he knows Buck was scared shitless for, it’s not a big deal for Eddie. 

He finds that maybe he’s a little in over his head when Buck greets him with a loopy smile. He’s just a tiny bit in love with Evan Buckley, and having dealt with post-surgery Buck before, Eddie is sure his heart might burst with every zany grin and stage-whispered expression of appreciation.

Buck’s surgeon, who Eddie has met more times than one should have, strolls into the dimly lit recovery room with an amused smile. “Good to see you awake.”

Buck snickers. “You say that every time, Doc. Soon you’re going to have to stop acting surprised that I’m invincible.”

Eddie can’t tell if what Buck just said makes sense, a twenty-four hour shift with very little sleep does things to your common sense, but his doctor seems like he’s heard it before.

His doctor shakes his head, albeit fondly, as if it’s something he expects but can’t believe he’s hearing. “How many times am I going to have to warn you that you’re not invincible before you stop ending up in my OR?” Eddie suspects every time. “Hopefully, there won’t be a next surgery for you Mr. Buckley. The screws are out, everything should be smooth sailing after that, unless you decide to test that invincibility theory.” 

Eddie can’t hold back the laugh as Buck’s face displays his disbelief. “I may be stupid, doc, but I’m no idiot.”

His doctor turns to face Eddie as he facepalms. “I wish you all the luck and patience in the world taking care of this one.” He jests.

“You know I’m always gonna need it, Doc.” Eddie grins. “There anything I should watch out for or steer clear of with him?”

“You know, the usual; don’t let him walk without his crutches, make sure he eats before he takes his next dose of pain medicine we’re sending home with him, and keep him off the leg as much as possible. Elevate it, ice it if the pain gets too much, spare some time for your own sanity.”

Buck grumbles. “I’m not that bad, right? Tell him, Eds.”

“My mom taught me to always tell the truth.” Eddie teases but relents when the pout Buck gives goes straight to his heart. “Fine. You’re a joy to be around, Evan Buckley.”

“You heard him, Doc! I’m a joy to be around!” 

“Never said you weren’t, Buck, just saying your joy is here more than either of us would like.” He smirks. “Alright, alright, I’m sure Eddie wants to get out of here as much as you do so you’re free to go. Everything looks fine post-surgery and as long as you take correct care, it’ll stay fine. You know to call me if there’s an infection or it takes longer to heal than it should, you know the drill. I will see you in six weeks, Buck. Please not a second sooner?”

Buck sends him a sloppy thumbs up and thanks him, says he can’t promise anything but he’ll try his best and Eddie doesn’t want to think about waiting through another one of his surgeries. He’s fine with the aftercare, but waiting to see if Buck came out of each surgery alive is something similar to hell, he’s sure.

When the doctor leaves, Buck looks Eddie’s way. “Eddddieeeeee, my man, a little help?”

Eddie shakes his head and grabs the bag of Buck’s clothes before going to help Buck sit up on the side of the stretcher he was on.

Buck giggles. “My hospital gown is open in the back so don’t look. My ass isn’t really my best feature.”

Well that’s a straight up lie.

“Aw, Eds, thank you. Your butt’s pretty great too.” Buck grins like the compliment means the world to him. The implied compliment that Eddie definitely did not mean to say aloud.

The only thing that keeps him from hiding himself in embarrassment is that Buck is as high as a kite on his painkillers and most likely won’t remember even leaving the hospital. 

He prays the blush doesn’t show on his face as he helps Buck into his basketball shorts. He couldn’t tell you why he gets flustered every time he had to help Buck this way. They were adults, it wasn’t anything domestic, really, just… intimate. He’d help whenever and whatever way Buck needed, because if Eddie Diaz was anything, he wasn’t shy. He was never uncomfortable. Just flustered beyond belief. 

Buck falls back onto the stretcher dramatically after he’s got his shorts on, taking Eddie down with him. He’s laughing hysterically as he wraps his arms around Eddie’s body in a side hug.

“Hey, Eddie?” He looks up at him. “You’re strong. Can you carry me to your truck?”

Eddie lets out a surprised laugh. “I don’t think so, buddy. I can ask for a wheelchair?”

Buck snorts. “Being wheeled out is just embarrassing, man,”

“And being carried out isn’t?”

He responds with a whine. “You don’t have to be smart all the time, you know? My bones feel like they’ve been replaced by jelly, you won’t even try?”

Eddie fondly rolls his eyes. “You can lean on me, okay? I don’t have to carry you to not let you fall, Buck, I’ve got you.”

“You’ve got me?”

“Yeah, I’ve got you. Now, up you go.” 

By the time Buck is settled in Eddie’s living room, foot elevated under a pillow on the coffee table and more blankets than Buck could ever need by his side, they’re both exhausted. Eddie plops down next to Buck on the couch and doesn’t question it when he leans his head on Eddie’s chest. 

Eddie raises an eyebrow when Buck moans. “You alright?”

“I don’t wanna throw up.” He whines. “Make it go away.”

“You’re nauseous?” Eddie asks, already standing to get the trashcan from his bathroom for him but is stopped by Buck. “I’ll be right back, just gonna get you the trashcan just in case.”

Eddie has always hated pain medicine. He hates not having any sense of control of what he’s saying if he’s going to remember it the next day, he hates the nausea that comes with, and he hates that every time, without fail, it makes Buck cry.

His lip is quivering as he looks up at Eddie, and it’s just then that Eddie realizes how actually gone he was for Evan Buckley. 

“Don’t leave me.” Eddie probably would have teased him if Buck had been whining but he wasn’t. There was real fear in his voice, like Eddie would leave out the bathroom window or something. 

“So you’re not nauseous anymore?” He goes with instead, eyebrow raised and arms crossed. He remembers Buck calling it the dad stance, but if it gets Buck to let go of his shirt so he can grab something to stop him from vomiting on his floor, he’ll use it.

Buck shakes his head, stopping abruptly as he pales.

Eddie snorts. “Don’t lie to me ever again.” He reaches for Buck’s face, cupping his jaw in his hand and rubbing his thumb across his cheek. “Let me at least get you a bowl. You’ll be able to see me better in the kitchen.”

Buck finally lets go of the grip on Eddie’s shirt and turns to watch Eddie walk away. Eddie hates himself for the way he subconsciously walks to maybe impress Buck. Thanks to the painkillers, he knows that Buck thinks his ass is nice, he can feel Buck’s eyes watching the back of him, and Eddie prays that Buck is at least the slightest bit interested in him. 

What is he thinking? There’s no way Buck could be interested. They’re best friends, that’s all they are, it doesn’t matter how stupidly and pathetically in love Eddie is. 

Buck is half asleep by the time Eddie is back with a bowl that shouldn’t be missed. 

The second Eddie sits down next to him and hands Buck the bowl, he holds it to his chest and goddamnit why is this so adorable? 

“I doubt you’ll make it through the first minutes of it, let alone an episode, but you down to watch Avatar?”

Buck smiles tiredly, eyes refusing to open. “As long as you’re talking about The Last Airbender and not the creepy movie.”

Eddie chuckles. “You think Avatar is creepy?”

“You don’t?” Buck raises an eyebrow, still not opening his eyes, and gives Eddie a look that says he’s shocked no one else feels the same. “I read somewhere there’s a new one coming out in 2021, like, why?”

Eddie snickers. “I can kind of understand your fear of Child’s Play because it’s supposed to be horror, but c’mon, Avatar? I cried, if I remember correctly.”

Buck gasps. “Child’s Play is horror, thank you very much, and terrifying. End of discussion. Put on The Last Airbender so I can stop thinking about that thing.” 

“That thing has a name, Buck. Chucky. He’s your friend ‘til the end.” Eddie teases but opens Netflix on his TV, quickly selecting from his Keep Watching list. 

Buck doesn’t say anything after that and Eddie assumes he’s asleep, until Buck mumbles something. 

“What was that?”

“Would you stop being my friend if you knew I was in love with you?” Eddie hears him loud and clear this time but he’s stunned at what comes from his best friend, disbelief that he even heard him correctly. 

“Come again?” 

When Eddie doesn’t get a response, he turns and finds that Buck fell asleep right after he gives him a heart attack. 

Fantastic. Fan-fucking-tastic. Though he thinks he heard Buck loud and clear, it can’t be right. He dreamed of Buck reciprocating his feelings many times before, but that’s all Eddie could ever believe it was. Dreams. He hadn’t even known Buck was interested in men, let alone interested in him. 

Eddie doesn’t know how long he’s in his head for, but when he notices the sweat glistening on Buck’s forehead, none of it matters. He places the back of his hand on Buck’s forehead, fearing a fever due to an infection or flu, but he doesn’t have a fever.

Then Buck jolts and suddenly Eddie knows what’s going on. It’s not the first time he’s seen Buck in the middle of a nightmare, it’s not his first time dealing with nightmares, either, so he knows what to do.

He distances himself from Buck as far as he can and still is able to shake him. He knows from personal experience to never stay close when waking someone from a nightmare, the black eye he’d accidentally given Buck one night being proof. 

“Hey, Buck, you gotta wake up, buddy.” He shakes his shoulder lightly. “It’s just a nightmare, you’re not there.”

When Buck doesn’t wake up after a third try, Eddie tries a different tactic and scoots a little closer, grabbing Buck’s shoulder and shaking heavier than before. “Evan, Evan, wake up!”

Buck jolts awake, Bobby’s name on the tip of his tongue, swallowed by a scream. He can’t catch his breath, Eddie can tell he hasn’t fully grasped that wherever he just was in his nightmare was long gone and that he’s safe so he does everything he can to clear that fog. 

He takes Buck’s shaking hand in his own and squeezes. “Hey, Evan, you’re at my place, on my couch, nowhere near any danger. You’re safe, okay?”

He can practically see the fog clear from his mind, taking in his surroundings and squeezes Eddie’s hand in his. “Eddie?”

“Yeah, man, I’m here. Feeling calmer?”

Before Buck can respond, he winces and muffles a scream of pain by biting on his lip. Eddie jumps into action as Buck grabs onto the bottom of his cast tightly, as to squeeze out the agony he was feeling. 

Eddie checks the time. “You’re due for your next dose of your painkiller at least.”

But Buck isn’t listening to him. He’s too focused on the pain that Eddie can only now vaguely remember after getting the bullet removed from his shoulder. Before long, Eddie realizes Buck is mumbling something in between choked sobs and muffled screams of agony.

“Evan,” He tries to use his name again in hopes it’ll get him to focus on Eddie and not the pain. 

Buck’s face is twisted in pain when he finally looks at Eddie and not for the time, he wishes he could take Buck’s pain away. 

“I hate Freddie Costas. I hate him so much.” He sobs freely, still holding his bad leg like it’s a matter of life or death. “Fuck, it hurts.”

Eddie stands. “I’m gonna get your pain pills and an ice pack.”

Buck gulps the pill down with no water and Eddie has to stop himself from finding that oddly one of the most attractive things he’s seen Buck do. He also holds back a cringe, never one for taking pills in any way. 

As Eddie unwraps the beginnings of Buck’s cast, Buck starts to calm, his tears slow, his body relaxes against Eddie’s side. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispers. 

“Don’t be. Trust me when I say I get it.” He looks Buck directly in the eyes. “Never feel sorry about feeling things.” 

He doesn’t ask if he wants to talk about it. He knows Buck will talk about it if or when he wanted so it ends up being a useless question. 

It’s quiet again after that. The only sounds that could be heard around Eddie’s was their breathing and the air conditioner running. Avatar is paused on the TV and Eddie doesn’t make any move to unpause it. 

Then Eddie is in his head again.

If he heard right, why would Buck be into him? He wants more than anything for it to be true, but he couldn’t see how it would be true. But he knows he heard what Buck asked, knows he should be thrilled Buck loves him back, but the doubts eat him up. What if he was just asking in general, not personally? What if he thought he was talking to someone else? Maybe he’s exaggerating his gratefulness for taking care of him and he means it platonically?

It’s killing him not knowing.

Eddie clears his throat. “Hey, uh- earlier you asked- before you fell asleep, do you-”

He’s a stuttering mess, hasn’t stumbled over his words this much since he asked Shannon out in their senior year. 

Buck cuts in, putting him out of his misery. “If you’re asking if I remember asking you if you’d still stay my friend if you found out I was in love with you, then yes, I do remember and I’m so sorry.”

Sorry for what? I’m sorry I was just loopy, it was just a question, I’m not actually in love with you? 

Buck swallows hard. “Do you hate me?”

Eddie’s eyes widened completely at the question. “Why would I hate you?”

“Because I’m in love with you and continued to be your friend without telling you as such?” 

His heart is racing a mile a minute because Evan Buckley loved him back and he’d had no idea the entire time. He shakes his head with a smile and unshed tears burning his eyes. “I would be the biggest hypocrite if I hated you for that.”

It looks as though Buck hadn’t heard right as he shook his head, but he hopes he understands. 

“Come again?” Eddie can’t help but snort at how similar Buck and him are sometimes. “Why are you crying? Don’t cry!”

“I’m crying because I love you and I just found out it’s reciprocated, okay? Give me a second here.” He lets out a mix between a laugh and a cry. “Holy shit, you love me!”

Eddie’s mind is reeling. The more the shock wears off, the more joy and excitement he starts to feel. 

“You love me!” Buck grins and leans forward, stopping to look Eddie in the eye and ask for permission -- which he eagerly grants -- and soon, what Eddie dreamed of since the Grenade Incident is happening. Their lips touch and Eddie Diaz tries not to be a cliche, but it’s a whole show of fireworks, kissing Buck. More than he could have ever imagined. 

It’s an hour later, and they’re laying in Eddie’s bed, bodies pressed up against the other. Eddie hasn’t felt so secure in years, can’t even remember a time when things felt right until then. Lying next to Buck, things feel light for the first time since he doesn’t know how long, and the feeling of security is what lulls Eddie to sleep. 

Until Buck starts to sniffle and then Eddie is wide awake again.   

“You okay, Buck?”

Buck shakes his head rapidly with a pout. “No, I have to pee.” 

He tries to keep in his laughter, he really does, but the shock and amusement outweighs his ability not to laugh at things that aren’t funny to other people. 

Buck sniffles once more. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re adorable and I love you.” Eddie’s lips quirk into a soft smile. “Now, c’mon, up you go.” 

Buck grumbles. “Love you too.”

When he’s done, Eddie turns back to get his crutches and gets the surprise of a lifetime when Buck reaches out to slap his ass.

“Hey!” 

“What? I did tell you you had a nice ass.”

“Oh my God.”

[lady-of-disdain]

New influx of this trashcan of a ship here: thank you for your time served.

CW: S*ssR*n canon mentions, grooming, p*do mentions

I’m an ex sessrin shipper and I hate to call it that. I have enjoyed some sessrin content that is heavily vetted before I read it is more accurate (Au CD etc). I’ve been in this fandom since the early 2000’s and let me tell you if you go looking through that sessrin fics and art you don’t even have to go to the second page before you hit something that will make you regret having eyes. So when they say adult! That’s a lie.

Anyway the things I’ve seen posted today... horrific.

But the one that got me was someone saying ‘15/16 would have LEGALLY been an adult back then. So she was legally an adult and it’s fine.”

Bruh. First of all the concept of “legal” adult hood is pretty new. And “back then” women were seen as property because misogyny. So miss me with legalities unless you can point me to the case law and or statutes.

But in this last episode that girl was 13 and married, they said.

Wut? Did we watch very different things? She was MORTIFIED that men where @ her when she turned 13. She was kidnapped. Said multiple times she wasn’t his wife. Contracted bounty hunters to kill him. Like, that wasn’t proof of 13 being a good age to get married. It wasn’t a romance.

Why would anyone want their ship to be canon of the terms are so rife with misogyny, grooming behavior, and just general problematic framing?

Greetings nonny and WELCOME! I appreciate your stance as having previous experience with this ship, and I can relate because I too enjoyed fics of a VERY SIMILAR pairing (and hell even still do sometimes). But also like you under very specific circumstances (AU, time shenanigans, universe hopping, etc. Let’s just say the fandom my problematic fave is from is VERY well known for its AU lol.)

If there is one thing I’ve been extremely firm on from the very beginning it’s that fans NEED to separate their headcanon, and fan interpretation from the canon material. I don’t think there is anything wrong with interpreting characters differently from other fans, and writing your own fanfiction based on those interpretations, but being extremely, OBNOXIOUSLY vocal about those views becoming canon is an entirely different story. ESPECIALLY when the canon material is media that is marketed for children!

Arguments about what was “Normal” or “Legal” for the time (as wrong as their ideas of this may even be) are COMPLETELY MOOT when we are talking about a children’s show.

What would ‘Mulan’, ‘Hercules’, ‘Beauty and the Beast’, ‘Cinderella’, etc look like if the writers included “problematic themes” just because they were historically accurate? (Spoiler alert: parents wouldn’t take their kids to see them at the very least.)

I am all for letting people ship what they want, but there are two VERY IMPORTANT caveats to this creed: 1) That doesn’t mean shippers should DEMAND that their ships be validated. (Hell it’s super annoying when shippers do this even with the “vanilla” ships, like stop, let the creators write what they want, you’ve obviously liked their work enough so far to get so worked up about it, let them keep doing their damn jobs!) And 2) If your ship contains problematic material you need to be DAMN sure you are tagging your works properly, hiding it under a read more, giving adequate and VISIBLE content warnings, and most of all if it’s from a media that is marketed for children, and thus has a very large child audience, needs to NOT be in the main tags of that fandom.

Anyways, I’ve rambled off the rails from your original point anon, as I am wont to do, sorry about that lol.

[randomnameless]

I don't know if this has been asked before, but I was wondering what your thoughts on Rhea are.

Oh, I don't think someone asked it, but I remember a character meme.

Rhea's in the Julia tier : you're expecting things and the game doesn't give you any.

you asked for thoughts so this is long and rather unorganised even if i tried a bit and i feel like i repeated myself a lot so meh

If Edel and Rhea have one thing in common, it's being shafted by the need to make Billy the most special being every with the monstrous "I was lonely before you player-chan uwu".

Seteth'n'Flayn ? In the same trashcan Hubert went in.

Catherine, Shamir, the randoms living in the monastery? Dgaf but still she's willing to die for them so does she really gaf or not? Rhea's willing to give her blood and crest stone shards (to this day I still don't understand what those are) to trusted randoms who would become cardinals? "uwu player-chan". I know I've written a bit about it with the seirelm anon, but with the Canon-ish info? Post Zanado Rhea told a random dude she could turn in a dragon, gave her blood to the same dude and remained in his empire/fighting by his side for at least 30 years. Still “lonely without U Billy <3″

I've written this in the meme entry, but Rhea has her own net of relationships. They're not as important as Dimitri and his childhood friends, but erasing them for the sake of "player-chan" feels wrong.

Role and goals

Rhea's in an interesting place, being a former "legendary hero" like Athos, Sephiran etc.

Still her fight isn't over, she only defeated Nemesis and couldn't end the mastermind behind (a bit like Seliph if you only kill Arvis or Roy when you forget to pick up every legendary weapon). Also, if Seiros killed Nemesis, she hasn't won. In the current Fodlan, she still has to pretend to be a human, the Nabateans as a culture/population are dead. They're still 5 (ish? I think the apostles are lizards), she's still afraid humans will dice them if they learn the truth. Has she won? Idk. Could she win and make a Fodlan were lizards and humans could live together? I don't think so.

Her role as the Archbishop? Well, the game really liked Rhea as a red herring during white clouds and the way FE16 is built, around the monastery, reinforces it. Rhea's the head of the monastery, so she's the head of your world. Everything wrong with the world is automatically linked to Rhea.

So, when Marianne complains about people wanting to kill/ostracise her because of her crest, thinking it's a curse, we of course wonder "why Rhea can't tell to the randoms that no Marianne shouldn't be killed/shunned because of her crest?". Completely forgetting that, hey, Marianne's from the Alliance and heiress of Edmund, so if some people should intervene, it should be her dad "why the fuck are you trying to kill my daughter" or the Alliance council "Duke Riegan, could you please make a public statement about my daughter and how she isn't some sort of demonic beast so stop throwing rocks at her?".

Same thing with the Empire, why should you blame the church and the crests instead of the people doing shit? Hanneman's brother in law? Like is marriage so absolute that a husband can force multiple pregnancies on his wife to the point of literally killing her? The von Essar aren't as important as the Bergliez, but Hanneman's sister dying like that should have rang some bells? Hanneman's dad didn't care? No one wanted to appeal to the Emperor or something? If Jane the random or Karen the peasant died this way, it’d be usual class nonsense. But a noble woman??

Rhea should have done more to prevent crest abuse. She wrote tenets in her Bible and apparently doesn't discriminate in her monastery. But in the other countries? Idk. Her tenets are interpreted like your shopping list by Gloucester Sr "and add a part where interacting with foreigners goes against Seiros's teachings what yes I know better than those dunces from the eastern/central church".

It's not because Riegan Sr and Ionius aren't doing shit that she should do nothing too, but ultimately it falls on the usual landmine about Rhea's influence and power over Fodlan and if we consider Fodlan isn't just the Monastery we see but a continent made up of 4 autonomous states...

The so-called status quo isn't upheld by the church alone (if it is upheld in the first place!), but also by the empire and the Alliance... Lambert was toasted before making any changes, the Alliance is that weird thing where money is anything and crests/old nobility doesn't matter anymore, and the Empire is... Well. The Empire.

Regarding this, I find it really strange that Rhea went to Goneril and rescued one of their slaves, with how much she cares about protecting her monastery and not antagonising anyone, picking Cyril up, risking the ire of house Goneril, feels really risky from her perspective.

Imo WC doesn't sell me the "church rules over the continent" take.

Ultimately it doesn't matter because Rhea thinks she should have done more, and abused her position as the archbishop to rez her mom - I understand the "abused her position" as regretting her various omissions, like helping more people around etc etc.

I also feel like Rhea’s got a big survivor complex, and tries to fulfill impossible tasks. "leading/guiding the world?" she won't take an active role in it, but still resents the state of current Fodlan and wishes Sothis could restore some order (crest abuse? Or relics popping up right and left meaning more sibs dying). She wants to :

1/ guide the world and make it a better place (why complaining about the wayward Fodlan otherwise?)

2/ protect randoms who live under her protection

3/ make sure no one learns the truth about her appearance and relics at the same time.

I don't think it's possible given her current role and especially not possible on her own.

About 3/, call back to FE9 or not, but Rhea's paranoia is... Actually, not proven to be exaggerated in the game.

Ranulf was lynched in Crimea when he was discovered to be a laguz? In a certain route, Rhea's called a cruel beast due to her appearance, accused of not having "human" feelings and is depicted as a creature masquerading as a human. Hate and attack the woman all you want for things she did or might have done, but getting rid of her because she's not human? Rhea's right about not revealing her true nature, because, relics notwithstanding, humans will try to kill her for being a nabatean. Relic wise, in the DLC, we learn Aubin was recently turned in a relic, so that's even more reason to hide.

On 1/, wanting to promote peace in the land? National bias at play with rewriting history “to promote peace” issue. Rhea also built the officer's academy (if nobles from different states can live and study together surely they won't try to kill each other when they return home because they might have become friends?) and with help from the everyone in Fodlan (even the empire iirc?) built the locket to fend off Almyrian invasions. Not saying this is the best way to protect your borders but at least she tried to help instead of staying holed in her monastery.

Imo if Rhea didn't care about Fodlan, she'd have followed her bros and fortified herself in her monastery without accepting random humans to live with her, wouldn't have written a book about how everyone had to get along "unless it goes against the goddess" and wouldn't basically run what seems to be the biggest orphanage/place for the needy/and whatever is the abyss in the continent.

Not saying she doesn't have a priority, but Rhea tries to care, on her scale, about Fodlan's randoms.

About said randoms (and 2/)...

Well there's this bout with Lonato's rebellion and another herring where Rhea's all "I will destroy anyone who takes arms against the church and its believers" and it's extreme, I can’t deny. But if Lonato took arms and mounted a militia to attack Ositia's castle and its randoms? Hector'd have Armads'd Lonato without a second thought. Elincia had qualms about taking her weapons against her own countrymen who were used by Ludveck, but in the end, she took up her weapons to defend her castle, even if it meant she had to kill militiamen. Rhea's line seemed random and cold in the context, but it's the same general idea, attack her people and she will kill you. Still, if you don't take weapons against her, she won't react violently. Duke Gerth is apparently dick waving with Aubin's relic, but Shamir wasn't sent to recover the thing or to get rid of Gerth.

Ultimately Rhea blows her cover and abandons her dream to reunite with her mother to protect the monastery and its inhabitants in 3 routes (arguably in CF too). Someone once made a post about the differences between Seiros's and Edel's crowns and the symbolism of wings - the IO's wings are meant to protect. The IO is the guardian/protector. Rhea tanks missiles and buys time for the students to escape at the cost of her life.

Relationships

Rhea and Sothis? someone made a post summarizing my thoughts about their relationship, or lack of, and if we can argue Sothis was shafted by the devs like Rhea and Edel, ultimately the only important person to Sothis is Billy.

Billy doesn't warp Sothis's preexisting net of relationships, Sothis doesn't have relationships with anyone save for Billy. Rhea wants to meet her mom more than anything else (save for protecting randoms) but Sothis will never address that plot point. She only does in SS and off screen, and it ends up with Rhea wondering if she should live... so take it as you want, but to me it mustn't have been the "hug and pat on the head" kind of reunion.

Ultimately we see Rhea is able to let go of her dream (rez mom) in several routes, she understands and acknowledges Sothis will never return and Billy has her powers now, so either she dies more or less at peace knowing she can trust Billy with Fodlan's future, or she can return to Zanado and live peacefully with Catherine.

Which leads me to the Billy relationship,

As much as I hate player pandering, it makes some sense that Rhea would support Billy and not, let's say, Caspar. I still hate it though because Billy exclusive support means we were robbed of Rhea's other supports with, idk, her fam, Cyril, Catherine, Shamir, Alois, Hanneman, Manu etc etc.

In the beginning of WC, Rhea's pretty sure Billy's Sothis but without memories. Then in the non-cf chapter 12, she tells Billy they know what they are and thus must guide Fodlan, also telling Seteth Billy's a vector for sothis's powers, but not Sothis herself. In SS's finale she calls them "mother" but in her S-support finally acknowledges Billy's their own thing.

In CF Rhea's vicious in her trash talk but immediately jumps to the conclusion that Billy cannot be or hear Sothis, because, to her, logically, Sothis wouldn't side with Edel and her Agarthian allies (stealing the crest stones, Flayn, etc etc). Billy is something that stole Sothis's crest stone and sword and wants to finish what Nemesis started. I don't think CF Rhea snaps because Billy isn't Sothis, CF Rhea snaps because, again, someone is using her mother to kill her.

Rhea's also supposed to have been fond of Citrus to the point of talking to her remains (something she does with her mom) which could explain her sympathy for Billy regardless of the Sothis project.

Jeralt's a different issue, apparently they worked together for more than 100 years but Rhea never told him the truth about her nature, only about how he was saved. Still, Jeralt betrays when his baby is "weird" and unlike regular human babies so... Would he have ran away if he learnt what rhea was? Dumped Citrus if he knew she was an artificial being? Idk.

Catherine Shamir cyril and pals (Alois)? We don't know bcs the game dgaf about anyone not named Billy. As I said above, It’d have been nice to get more interactions with randoms she is working with, or at least showed some care, but nope. “Player-chan uwu” strikes again.

Seteth'n'Flayn? Rhea's close to them, she gets out of her room to look for Flayn and Cyril and Catherine note how she seems close to Seteth (who's totally her bro), but again, the game hates us. FFS don't think she has a line with Flayn!

Secrets and explosions

Tied to 3/ and 1/ from earlier, Rhea keeps a lot of secrets which could justify her lack of relationships/supports with the others... but this argument falls flat, because she’s not the only one with a secret and if Flayn doesn’t seem to care that much about hers, Seteth does and is still able to support students and staff members. Which leads to tragedies.

The Christophe incident is not well documented, and while we learn Rhea was the target of Christophe’s attempt because Western peeps told him so, it is not very well explained why she didn’t execute him on those grounds instead of falsifying charges about involvement with the Regicide. We are told it was to stabilise the Kingdom, but I still don’t know how the Kingdom would have suffered backlash if Rhea told the truth (maybe it would have led to open conflict between the western church and the central church in the kingdom, when the kingdom needed stability at that point? idk).

Still, Lonato wants revenge for Christophe, not because he was executed on false charges, but because he died ; imo, if Lonato learnt the truth, he’d still be out for Catherine and Rhea’s head.

Aelfie’s gambit is more of a direct result of Rhea’s secrecy, because she had “no words” for him about why Citrus was still in pristine condition, he gave up and tried to rez her. Would it had been different if she told him what Citrus was (and by extent, what she was)? Idk. Maybe, maybe not.

Still, Rhea doesn’t keep secrets from everyone every time - she once trusted Willy and told him about her alternate form and it exploded 1k years later, when Willy’s descendants are out for her head because she’s a creature masquerading as a human (I know mole people also played a part, but I guess it sticked more with Edel and the gang who already knew Rhea was a dragon ; trying to convince a random that “hey, this woman is a dragon !” would be more difficult). CF-wise again, Rhea trusts Billy with the SoC and, again, it explodes. In CF Rhea feels betrayed, she trusted some people and now the very same people (or their descendant in Edel’s case) are trying to kill her.

So it’s not a case of someone never trusting anyone, it’s someone trusting some people and regretting it afterwards (in both routes + CF at least, even if I firmly believe the “evil lizards ruling over the world” spiel doesn’t come from Willy, but from later emperors influenced by mole people).

There can also be a point made for Aelfie, who might have been able to merge with Citrus to create an umbral beast because he had Rhea’s blood and a crest stone shard - Citrus being a fake Nabatean and Aelfie having a crest stone + blood might have produced CS’s final boss? Rhea trusted Aelfie with a crest stone shard and her blood, and he became an umbral beast.

Interestingly, Rhea is hell bent on keeping her secrets regarding her identity, in SS Seteth has to beg her to reveal everything to Billy when Billy is the most important person in the world “uwu” or at least, the only person Rhea supposedly opened to. Even the “uwu” factor isn’t enough, on its own, to make her reveal the truth about her identity.

She gives Claude half-truths, and has to be on death’s door to tell him everything - still occulting Seteth’n’Flayn, to the point where Claude later wonders if there are other children of the goddess around.

Vengeful Rhea?

Rhea isn't a stale piece of bread like Julia. She says mean words to Nemesis but also brutally kills him. Rhea cannot forgive the Elites. I know it's very different, but Julia "dad is the kindest man I ever knew" making a 180° “i must atone for what dad did eff him” will always make me throw up - she doesn’t have to be vengeful or try to stab Seliph with a butter knife, but no acknowledgement of “dad’s the bestest” after his death, or even, of his death is meh.

To Rhea, Nemesis and the Elites are a trigger point, and everything related to Zanado. CF!Billy using her mom’s powers is like Nemesis, CF!Billy + Edel pillaging what remains of her siblings in Nemesis’n’Dudes. Flamey doing his shit with Flayn also parallels that. There’s the usual “vengeance sucks” speech to be given, but also the Tellius verse where Laguz aren’t depicted in a bad light when they want to destroy Izuka or when Tibarn learns Lekain was responsible for Serenes’s massacre.

Still, unlike Tibarn’n’pals, Rhea, unlike Macuil, doesn't seem to hold a grudge against descendants of the Elites. Maybe she had faith in them when she told them not to abuse the power of their crests, but then their descendants forgot or didn’t care and we’re in the so-called crest system.

In SS, Seteth asks the BE students if they want to return home to the Empire and how he won’t hold it against them. Seteth’s being Rhea’s right hand bro in this situation, I doubt he’d have proposed this solution without her approval.

She is vengeful and ready to pursue for more 90 years someone to kill them, but she won’t target that someone’s descendants or potential allies. I’ve read some takes about the Western Church being razed to the ground after Catherine’s paralogue, but iirc, Rhea’s only going to execute the Bishop there ; they appoint a new bishop in hopes to ease the relationships between the central and western church. There’d be no point to appoint someone to rule over a body that doesn’t exist...

Grey waves

Wave 1 : Another parallel with Edel is the will to sink in troubled waters to reach their goals.

However, Rhea stays on the surface.

Aelfie thinks Seiros failed to rez Sothis with the chalice because she didn't take more blood from the apostles. Blood rituals are creepy and gave an umbral beast. Seiros didn't pursue and sought another mean to rez Sothis without killing her bros. Rhea makes homunculi to host Sothis's soul? It fails but the homunculi isn't destroyed asap to make another one, hell, Rhea cares about them (which is all kinds of fucked up on its own).

AM wise, iirc, Seteth and Catherine say Rhea'd never forgive them if they run to save her instead of saving randoms first.

Still, making homunculus to create a vessel for her mom - making artificial lives - is problematic, she’s ashamed of it “i did questionable things” and Seteth berates her on her “questionable” experiments.

CF!Rhea eats babies during the final map. She burns the city to make her last stronghold and refuses to run away. CF!Rhea, at the end of this route, completely abandoned goal 1 2 and 3. She wants to survive, yes, but to recover Sothis, no matter how. She still seems to care about humanity, but takes everything too literally and is persuaded humanity and humans are after her to hurt her and her mother (i’m pretty sure uncle Arry was waiting with his Agarthan tech suitcase for Edel to deal with the beast in the background). Contrary to CF’s chapter 12, Endgame!Rhea doesn’t have lines when Catherine and Cyril fall. She’s still siding with humans, but she’s in this for herself now.

Of course, CF!Rhea is special, because CF!Rhea lives again through her trauma, CF!Rhea lost her home, her bro and niece a few chapters ago, she lost her human allies, apparently some peons from her church are deserting and Uncle is waiting with his portable electric saw to turn her in a shiny sword, because she trusted a corpse with Sothis’s heart and spine and trusted a human 1000 years ago with her secret. And now said corpse follows someone who rings at her door with an army, wishes to obliterate her unless she surrenders (?) and works with Uncle and his dubstep pals.

In the other routes, Billy doesn’t want to killer her with her mother’s spine and tries to defend her home, Seteth’n’Flayn aren’t forced into exile or dead and depending on the route she gets to see Uncle and his dubstep friends being buried under rubble.

Troubled waters to reach her goals also include slowing Fodlan’s technological advancements (but was it really slowing down Fodlan’s R&D’s department or cliking “no” when Mole People offer a free (for now) new technology that makes you advance from bronze age to the industrial era in one go?)

Wave 2 : Rhea’s anchored in the past, she wants to return to happier days with her mom and her family, but also wants to help randoms in Fodlan

She doesn’t seem to mind the present where humans do whatever they want, and yet will protect her people and tries (or tried since it’s history) to keep Fodlan safe.

I think the game wanted to tell us Rhea’s stuck in the past, but she also manages to form bonds (albeit fickle) in the present with Catherine, Shamir and, arguably, Cyril. Seteth’n’Flayn accept the past and try to move forward, Rhea cannot and yet is making baby steps forward, or at least to live in the present. “uwu factor” is supposed to mean Rhea’s stuck in the past and can only see Billy for what they are once she accepts to live in the present, but Rhea’s already fond of Catherine, calls Aelfie her child, was fond of Citrus and Jeralt, makes time for Cyril, etc etc. It’s not as clear cut as drinking tea with them but it’s still something that quashes the “lonely B4 U player-chan uwu”.

Rhea thinks her biggest grey wave is how she didn’t do enough for Fodlan and feels inadequate to walk in Sothis’s shoes as the guardian/protector of Fodlan - she could have done more, but she’s busy juggling with three goals, rez mom, protect fodlan, protect the fam.

I think one of her main issue (but the game was also made this way so) is to try to reach those goals alone, save for the “rez mom” goal, everyone in Fodlan, especially the heads of the three states should be concerned with keeping peace in the continent!

Lambert was BBQ’s, Riegan’s busy shitting on Gloucester and Ionius is... well, Ionius. Add to that Mole People starting up shit all around the continent and you have the recipe for a disaster. I’m not saying Lambert and Ionius should have participated to the “protect her family” goal, but at least not trying to eradicate them to turn them in relics would have been nice, sadly Ionius’s bro in law was an Agarthan.

Even if she is nearly immortal compared to a human, Rhea can’t do everything on her own. That’s why I ultimately think a SS ending is doomed to fail, Billy will try to be Rhea 2.0. and in 1000 years it will fall apart again.

AM ending? Billy will become like Rhea was post War of Heroes, but when Dimitri’s descendants start to do shit, his Kingdom disappears and humans start to return to their usual shitty selves, what will Billy do?

VW ending is kind of the same, Claude wants to open the borders and make everyone able to live regardless of their differences, but what if 940 years later an Almyrian president decides to build a wall between Fodlan and Almyra and make Fodlaneses pay for it? What is immortal Billy, who knew Claude and his ideals, going to do?

Wave 3 (lol i nearly forgot but remembered when i was rambling in the tags) : Rhea and technology !

The DLC book and Word of God said she slowed advance of technology in Fodlan to protect peace etc etc. But there’s a book where a cardinal said “eff to autopsies else people won’t rely on us with faith magic” which is... kind of weird. There’s a reason why Rhea might have approved that ban (Why does Freikugel look like a hip bone?) but it still deprived Fodlan’s randoms from the scientifical advance of autopsies... and made people reliant on faith magic.

Actually, the book goes

“Though it is widely believed that this is medically relevant, such actions upon a corpse are considered desecration of the dead. Since white magic can be used to a similar end, autopsies were deemed taboo. A notable cardinal asserted that if medical science were to excel over faith-based white magic, it would destabilize the foundation of the church “

I already pointed out the WTF between faith and white magic (Seteth doesn’t believe his mom is real so he has no faith boon) but interesting to note “desecrating the dead” is still something of an argument nowadays, not regarding autopsies but other practices like anatomical theaters etc etc. Maybe White Magic isn’t intrusive and yields the same results? idk.

Interesting to note, it’s a cardinal who edicted/justified that ban (Rhea as the head of the Church would have given her approval oc). As pointed out with the Freikugel example, Rhea’d have a personal interest in preventing humans to know more about anatomy (goal 3/). Would people stop looking to the church to be healed if “medical science” progresses too much? Maybe. From what we see in the curren Fodlan, it doesn’t.

Also, French version translated the “foundation of the church” as “stability” of the church - would the church become unstable or challenged if people could heal without using white magic? Again, we ultimately know that it doesn’t, magical science and medical science coexist, Manuela gives a short summary of the two - they have different effects.

As for things Rhea herself banned : Telescopes, Oil exploitation and Printed Press.

Telescopes were banned because Rhea thought it would increase violence during wartimes and would make it too easy to snipe from afar (TFW mages with bolting can do the same without telescopes, but they’re limited by their range and if they have a gloucester’s crest by Rhea’s sister’s femur’s range or whatever is Thyrsus). We know the mole people use (and most likely used before during the Sothis war) this technology. The “lessening the mystery of the goddess” thing is noted by Edel herself who wonders if the Goddess could really have come from space since it’s super far away. Edel doesn’t know the Goddess is an alien dragon-thing though.

Oil exploitation : “Misuse could result in accidental death” tfw random Faerghus countryman thought it was water and died :’(

Used tactically by those lacking magical abilities - like gambits? Was Rhea thinking that a random human cannot set fire to an entire city (lol) on his own with his limited spell pool/uses, but if he uses oil then he would only be limited by the quatity of oil? So it’d be easier to cause mass fires? Or whatever Robin did in FE13 with the ships and the Valmese army? Also, if Rhea thought oil could replace humans with magic, does it mean humans with magic were supposed to do everything oil can do? Like making a lamp or they still used something else as fuel? “Competition for it could cause strife” Rhea acknowledged that if humans discovered this ressource they’d deem it as essential and try to get their hands on it, even if they had to wage war?

Metal molding Printing Machine : “after careful consideration” Rhea banned it because it’d be useless for illiterate randoms - well yes, but why should this be an argument? You don’t ban something because it’s useless, look, no one banned airpods - risk of mass circulation of false information or rumors : rhea wanted to prevent redshit from existing This is a way to control information, but funnily enough in the game, we see the results or someone deliberately using manifestos spreading misinformation - risk of “increasing disparity between church branches” (fr version has “rivalry” instead of disparity) what does it mean? The central church would have more means to print books than the eastern church so the eastern church would be jealous? Or the Western Church could mass print its doctrine and have more zealots than the central or the easter church?

Ultimately, all those bans were lifted with time, Manuela performs Jeralt’s autopsy, Edel’s imperial science division managed to guess the distance between the Blue sea star and Fodlan, Oil is apparently used in several gambits, Edel’s able to send manifestos around the continent and Seteth can write children books and sell them without difficulties. Hilda can also lose books which would be a big no-no even if you are a noble if books weren’t, kind of, mass printed.

So why those bans? To protect Fodlan and the fam, but since they were lifted with time, I don’t think Rhea abandonned her goals, most likely, she thought humans were making small steps to discover those technologies, slowly learning about them so they won’t have them when they’re not “ready enough” to use them.

The “ready enough” thing sounds paternalistic or what can be expected from a more technologically advanced alien, but technically Rhea’s part alien and she lived through (or not?) an episode where humans received technology and did shit with it (mole people) so maybe she won’t hand them the car with the keys this time, and instead let them figure out how to build the car.

Still, this is HC because, as usual, the game doesn’t let us talk or question Rhea about those things, so we can only infer, read between the lines or between pixels.

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TBH, I didn’t care a lot about her when I played, but when she had to eat babies in CF I grew more interested. Other bloggers already pointed it out, but Rhea’s a Tiki, but also a “traditional FE lord” in the sense she avenged her mom who was killed by the king of another kingdom, lived in exile and raised an army to fight against the King.

Still, Rhea didn’t end up as the leader of the world, or as the first Empress of United Fodlan, or something like that. She let Willy do his thing. Why? How? Why didn’t she became an integral part of the Empire, if she had been politically important, or a kind of seer/oracle, it would have been difficult for the Empire to go against her!

But nope, Rhea figged away in her mountains to rez her mom, sprout some “doctrine” (she could have done the same as an Emperor/Seer/Oracle) and watched over randoms who made up her “church”. She sometimes tries to intervene in Fodlan’s best interests, but it failed. Because Rhea doesn’t want to rule. She feels like she has to be a guide, but when humans don’t follow her? Well, what can she do? FE16 doesn’t show us Rhea sending her knights against the Empire when the Empire kicked out her Church and basically said “fig” to her face. FE16 doesn’t show us Rhea being angry and punching Gloucester in the face because he doesn’t show “real piety” and sprouts doctrine out of his rear.

Still, when she has to take a more hands-on approach and cannot be a distant figure/guide, she complains about maintaining a certain image as the Archbishop and how she cannot socialise with students or even walk around without Seteth randoms guarding her. She feels her mother would do a better job and tries to act as a proxy. Imo, Rhea’s bound by duty to her mom, to her sibs dead and living, and to Fodlan. She doesn’t reject her role, she accepts it, she doesn’t like it yes, but if going Gandalf in non-CF chapter 12 shows, she will fulfill it.

What’s most saddening though, is how her duty is a self-imposed one. Rez her mom? She personally took the challenge, because she misses Sothis the most and feels ashamed of this feeling to the point of not telling Seteth about it (interesting enough, Indech seems to be aware Billy’s Sothis incarnation and didn’t jump to the “Billy must be one of Nemesis’s kids with the crest of flames” conclusion, as if he knew Sothis could “incarnate” one day, but was he thinking Sothis would incarnate on her own or Rhea would trigger it? Flayn also suspects a thing about Billy being related to them because of Rhea). Rhea personally thinks she has to lead/guide Fodlan and make it a better place, ignoring the heads of the 3 states who should also be concerned with this goal. Rhea will create a false history to protect her living siblings when Macuil and Indech won’t give a fuck and live in their bestial forms somewhere, and when Seteth hides, but made it clear his only wish is to protect Flayn and the apostles, if they were really lizards, disappeared in random villages.

FE16 isn’t interested by Rhea’s story though.

That’s why I’m desperately waiting for a War of Heroes DLC or prequel of BSFE or whatever because I don’t really care about Fodlan in 1180 and who can have a perfect tea time with Billy or not.

I’d like to know why Birdie and Indech figged away, why Rhea thought letting Willy control the entire continent when he knows she’s a dragon was a good idea, why the Apostles didn’t take part in the Nemesis fight, why Fodlan’s humans decided to side with Willy in his brand new Empire instead of staying with King Nemesis, did Sothis have a previous faithful and what happened when she disappeared, were the Nabateans tyrannical rulers over humans which made some with Nemesis’n’pals, what were they supposed to do when they left Zanado, etc, etc.

So just like Julia and the baijilions AU ideas I came up with, Rhea’s a fuel for AUs because her base game dgaf about her.

[creampuffqueen]

Baby Talk

Ok, another ask down! An anon requested a part 2 to “love multiplies” where Nova learns about Lina being upset about the new baby. Enjoy this middle of the night unedited work that was made while listening to christmas music in june. (also I know the fandom has collectively decided to get rid of nodrian as parents and I reject that. Vague-post about me all you want, Renegades fandom, you cannot get rid of my 11 nodrian children)

Word count: 1244

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Nova had actually been able to get out of bed today. A high accomplishment, if there ever was one. Of course, it was one in the afternoon, but better late than never, she supposed. 

And after getting up she’d only vomited four times, which was also a win. And now, while she still felt incredibly nauseous, she was able to sit on the couch and curl up in a pile of blankets to watch some trashy afternoon TV. 

Hyperemisis was a bitch. 

Nova rubbed her swollen stomach slowly, smiling when she felt a reassuring kick. While she was feeling horrible all the time, at least her baby girl was developing just fine and was perfectly healthy. She thanked the stars for it nearly every day. 

As the second hour of the cooking channel passed, Nova found herself both entirely exhausted and far too into this show. 

“Sweet rot, get your act together Ron!” She yelled. “Your potatoes are going to be gummy if you mash them like that!”

“Are you enjoying your show, star?” Nova started, which caused her to gag. She managed to not throw up again by sheer force of will, and the fact that her five-year-old daughter was now watching her. 

“Yeah.” She managed to get out. “Did you two have fun at the store?”

“Daddy let me get ice cream.” Evangeline giggled. “And he let me get this for the baby!”

She pulled out a large plush bear from the bag she was holding, placing it gently in Nova’s lap. The bear was light brown and white, with a red heart stitched on its belly, and the faux fur was incredibly soft. 

“Oh, I’m sure the baby will love it, sweetheart.” Nova praised her daughter. Lina beamed, gave her a quick hug that made her sensitive stomach lurch, then immediately teleported to her bedroom. 

This time, Nova wasn’t so lucky. When she gagged, Adrian grabbed the kitchen trash can and put it in front of her just in time for her to vomit, yet again. 

She clutched the bear, leaning back miserably as Adrian gently sat beside her, brushing her hair out of her face. It had grown longer over the few months, with Nova being unable to go anywhere without puking her guts up. 

“Sorry, love.”

“It’s not your fault.” Nova sighed. “She’s five, and she should be able to hug her mother without me getting sick.”

Adrian’s face tightened slightly at that, though he said nothing. Instead, he pulled the rest of the shopping bags towards him to show her everything they’d bought. 

“I got two types of bottles, some more sippy cups, some bibs, those baby spoons that Lina used to use, a bunch of newborn diapers, wipes, extra pacifiers, all the good stuff.” He pulled the things out as he talked, letting Nova examine them all. 

“These are cute.” She laughed, gesturing to the diapers that were patterned with little woodlands animals. 

“Yeah, I thought so too.” Adrian pulled out the package of pacifiers, which had one for each color of the rainbow. 

The couple continued to unpackage all the new baby things, slowly lifting Nova’s mood as she took in just how cute everything was. She didn’t remember baby products being so cute with Evangeline.

“You know, Lina said something today… about the baby.” Adrian said gently. He looked up at her from the package of bottles he was unwrapping.

Nova hummed softly, holding up the little onesie she’d found in one of the shopping bags. “What did she say?”

“She was pretty upset, actually.” Her husband murmured. 

Nova glanced up at him. “What about?”

“Lina was worried that you don’t love her anymore.”

The onesie fell from Nova’s hands, dropping onto the couch softly. Every part of her seemed tense, and her nausea skyrocketed, and this time not from her HG.

“Adrian- oh stars, did she really think that?” The tears came quick and sudden, and Nova tried to choke them back in desperation. 

Her husband looked on, holding his hands out for her. The crying was making her heave again, and she bent over the trashcan with a quiet sob.

Adrian rubbed her back softly as her stomach attempted to empty itself again. Only bile and spit came up, burning her throat. 

“I’m a terrible mother, Adrian.” She sobbed. “Lina- she thinks I don’t love her.”

“I told her that you love her.” Her husband assured her. “I told her that you were sick and tired and just because you didn’t play with her didn’t mean you don’t love her. And I promised that we won’t love her less when the new baby comes.”

Nova wiped uselessly at the tears still coming. “But she still thought it. She thought that I don’t love her. I’m an awful mother!”

Adrian picked up the baby supplies from the couch and began to place them all on the kitchen counter. “Nova, you are a wonderful mother. How about you talk to Lina?”

She sniffled, taking a deep breath to try and regain control over herself and her nausea once more. “Okay.”

Adrian finished taking all the stuff, then poked his head around the corner. “Lina Georgina, sweetheart! Come talk to your mother.”

A moment later, Evangeline teleported into the living room. “Okay, Daddy.” 

The five-year-old glanced over at Nova, taking in her obviously tearstained face. “Mommy? Are you okay?”

“Come sit with me, sweetheart.” Nova coaxed. Lina sat down on the couch, tucking herself into Nova’s side. She looked up at her, dark brown eyes wide.

“Am I in trouble?”

Nova’s heart broke yet again. Adrian had disappeared, likely hiding out in the bedroom to give them some privacy for a mother-daughter talk. But Nova wasn’t sure she could get through it without breaking down and sobbing again. 

“No, sweet girl. I just wanted to talk to you. Your father said you were upset earlier, about the baby.”

Lina squirmed closer, fitting herself as close to Nova as she possibly could, even with her large stomach. Nova wrapped her arm around her daughter, planting gentle kisses on those thick curls she adored so much. 

“I just don’t want you to forget about me.” Lina whispered. “Daddy said that the new baby will take up lots of time.”

“Babies do need a lot of care.” Nova said. “But I’ll always make time for you, sweetheart.”

“Do you promise?” Lina insisted. Nova squeezed her shoulders.

“I promise.”

The baby gave a few forceful kicks, and Nova shifted in discomfort. Suddenly getting an idea, she took her daughter’s hand and put it on her stomach.

“Do you feel her kicking, Lina? That’s your baby sister, right there.”

The little girl’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I can feel her, Mommy!” She looked to her stomach in fascination. “Is her kicking why you’re so sick?”

“No,” Nova chuckled. “I’m sick because I have a special condition with this pregnancy, and it means that I throw up a lot. But I’ll be okay as soon as your sister is born.”

“You hear Mommy?” Lina whispered to the belly, keeping her hands firmly pressed on it to feel the kicks. “You have to come be born soon so she can feel better.”

Nova laughed at that, and for the first time in months, she didn’t feel the sudden urge to vomit. She relished the moment, watching her daughter talk to her unborn sister. 

Lina was going to make an amazing big sister. 

[watchtower-feed]

Well-Deserved Credit

Anon: …wanted to request something that’s criminally rare - reader x Plastic Man?... Genre: Fluff Words: 1,200+

     You didn’t believe him at first, when he came running into his office, flailing his extended limbs around the room all excited and no care for the lamp you’re lifting out of his path of destruction. You glare at him and yell for him to slow down and explain. “Who called you?”

     Plastic man takes off his mask and walks right up to you, grabs your shoulders and lifts you until you’re on your toes. His eyes are so wide you wonder if they’re actually extended but his grin is reaching the tip of his ears. He’s definitely extending those.

     “They called,” he blurts out, staring at you, waiting for the news to sink in. “The JLA.”

     Your jaw drops and he nods his head eagerly as he watches the new information settle on your face. “The Justice League?”

     He nods vigorously, “Oh yes.” He kisses swiftly, “The one and only, baby!”

     You smile and you laugh at the same time as he lets you down, “Well! What did they say?”

     He walks up to a file cabinet and opens it, “What do you think they said?” He pulls out a champagne bottle and two glasses. “I’m going to be running with the big boys now!” He laughs as he walks back to you near the desk.

     You watch him pour you a drink, still waiting for the news to fully settle in your mind. Right now they’re playing around with your minds and it’s making you jittery. Suddenly you jump up in excitement and he laughs at you and shouts, “Yay!” He gives you your glass and holds up his own.

     “To all the sleepless nights and doing the Flash’s dirty work.”

     You raise an eyebrow at him, “You love working for the team.”

     “I know,” he pouts and glares at you. “Just let me have this, will you?”

     You snicker, “To the most charming and funniest hero in Star City.”

     “I’ll drink to that.”

     He quickly empties his glass and then takes his phone, “That reminds me. I gotta call the team. Make them jealous of the good news!”

     He turns around to go out but then he turns back quickly and gives you three quick kisses before walking out into the hall. You touch your lips and smile as you wonder how you ever got so lucky. You think it was definitely the first time you met him.

     It was just an ordinary day. You got off work early so you can go to the bank and deposit some savings from your last paycheck. A meager amount but it helps create the habit of saving little by little and in a couple of months, it’ll be a safety net for any rainy days.

     You had been standing in line for half an hour but the man in the line next to you had been there for two hours. He was trying to get a new loan approved to make renovations in his office and maybe put in some ads in the paper for his agency. You know this because he had been chatting up the old lady on his other side. The lines were long but the bank was relatively quiet and his voice was pretty loud and excited.

     “So this is my card. If you ever think your neighbor is stealing from you again, I’m on the case.”

     The old lady smiled, “Thank you, Detective Ralph.”

     “Private detective.”

     Before her small hands could grab it, a gunshot echoed loudly in the vast lobby. You dropped down on the ground with the rest of the people and turned toward the door. There were four men in leather jackets and ski masks blocking the entrance, each holding a gunshot and pointing it wildly around the room.

     They were laughing and shouting instructions. One took a shot at the ceiling for fun. You did not go there to die. You turned to your other side and saw the detective staring at the four men over your shoulder, concentrating.

     Then you noticed his arm extending behind any normal human length. It was twisting and turning on the floor, taking the longest route to hide behind desks, half walls, and trashcans. You followed it with your eyes until it reached the door and snuck behind one of the burglars, grabbed by the belt, and hoisted him high before slamming him back to the ground. He was unconscious out right away.

     The other three were stunned which gave his arm enough time to grab all of their guns and throw them to the back of the lobby. They quickly ran for the door but his arm circled around two of them like a lasso and then pulled, knocking their heads together.

     The last one almost made it to the door when he was grabbed and pulled up to the ceiling and hooked on one of the fixtures by his underpants. Everyone was staring at the extended hand. It gave a short wave and then quickly retracted. Everyone clapped as they slowly picked themselves off the floor. 

     Nobody had a good vantage point like yours. Nobody else the arm return to the man on the floor beside you. As soon as his arm was back to normal length he jumped up and clapped along with the rest of the people. You stood in front of him and gaped. 

      He saw you and very quickly placed his finger on his lips before ignoring until the cops came. When they arrived, they interviewed everyone. You waited until he was finished talking to the officer. You walked right up to his face and he had no room to ignore you. He averted his gaze and stared after the officer.

     “Oh, here we go.”

     “What?” that caught you off guard.

     He looked at you then, bending down to whisper, “You’re here to blackmail me since you know my secret identity.”

     You raised your brows and scoffed, “What? No.” You laughed a little as he doubted you. “No, I’m here to invite you for lunch or something. As a thank you.” You smile sheepishly, “I just think it’s too bad you won’t get credit for this.”

     He stared at you but slowly a sheepish smile started forming on his face, “Alright. Yeah! That sounds good to me.” Then he vigorously shook his head, slightly extending his chin, before retorting, “A hero never does this for the credit.”

     You shake your head and laugh a little as you remember the way his face looked when he did that.

     “What’s so funny?” Ralph asks you as he walks back in.

     “Oh, nothing.”

     Now, Plastic Man is about to be a member of the best team of heroes in the world. He has come a long way and he definitely deserves this.

     Ralph pouts but quickly smiles again, “So the inauguration is this Saturday. It’s going to be in DC. The whole League is going to be there. Even Flash!”

     You chuckle, “Of course. Isn’t he one of the founding members?”

     He stands tall in front of you with his hands in his back pockets. He bends down with a teasing grin, “You’re coming with me.”

     Your eyes widen. “Oh no. No. No.” 

     “Oh. Yes yes yes.”

      He wraps his arms around you and extends his fingers to tickle every part of your sides.

     “Okay! Okay!” you gasp while laughing.

     He brings his fingers and arms back to hold your waist and looks at you in the eyes.

     “I love you,” he says.

✧ Watchtower Masterlist ✧

[plastic-lamb]

Breathless p. 2

Members: sub!Hongjoong x dom!Seonghwa

Warnings: breath play (obviously), very light bondage and the teeniest bit of cum licking.

A/n: wow my first request! I hope this is to your expectations anon <3 sorry that it takes a little too long to get to the good stuff. And that it's just long in general.

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To say Hongjoong has been antsy lately is an understatement.

It's been a few weeks since his 'incident' and every day that goes by brings him a new roller coaster of emotions. Initially, he was scared of his roommate Seonghwa finding out. He washed that towel and his bedding nearly ten times each in the short two days he had to himself before going home. He took the plastic bag all the way out to the dumpster in the alley fearing it'd be found in a trashcan inside the dorm. He put his so called 'box of shame' deep in his closet, buried underneath a few shoeboxes holding his more expensive shoes. The whole process was so nerve wracking.

Now, he's overcome with the desire to do it again, to the point that it's on the forefront of his mind almost all the time. It's gotten to the point where the others have noticed that he'd been distracted lately and asked him about it, to which he was easily able to brush of saying he was just a bit stressed with work.

He knew thinking about it so often was probably not healthy at all, but he chose not to think about it. He tried masturbating a number of times since the incident, but his orgasms paled in comparison to the one he had that day. A couple times he tried masturbating two or even three times in a row to try and sate his desires, but all they did for him was leave him disappointed, tired, and messy.

Every day he waited for some opportunity to arise for him to be able to stay home alone and do it again. A couple times he came agonizingly close to being alone. One of them would suggest going off to dinner or do some extra practice and a number of others would agree (him saying no thank you every single time), but there'd always be one or two stragglers who said they didn't feel like it or didn't want to. This would leave Hongjoong incredibly frustrated to the point where he'd just lock himself in his room and watch some stupid documentary or something so he could kill the arousal he gained hoping all of them would leave.

Then his opportunity arose.

Another free weekend came up and Hongjoong suggested, like the good and caring leader he is, that that everyone should spend the day out of the dorm doing things they enjoy to get a little break from each other, or spend a bit more individual time together. He literally couldn't care less either way but he still did his best to sound sincere. To his absolute glee, everyone thought it was a good idea and eventually all went off to do who-cares-what.

Similar to last time, Hongjoong went to his room, spread out a towel, got the box, dumped it out, so on and so on. This time, however, he was a bit wiser from his experience and had a pair of crafting scissors there as well.

He had to take a moment to settle his nerves as he was shaking from excitement. He took a few deep breaths and picked up the new bag. It wasn't as sturdy as the old one but it'd have to do. He began to slide it over his head-

then the door opened.

"Hongjoooo....oh my god," Seonghwa stood in the doorway of their shared space, completely paralyzed as the other man scrambled to take the bag off and cover himself with a pillow.

The two just stayed frozen in their positions, not knowing what to say. Both were bright red and Seonghwa's eyes were glued to the scene in front of him while Hongjoong stared daggers into the floor and wished he were dead.

"Um," Seonghwa cleared his throat and Hongjoong squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard not to cry from embarrassment. He really, really wished he were dead. "I was.. Uh... I just wanted to see if you wanted to join me for lunch and I... Sorry for not knocking," Seonghwa was about to turn to leave when the plastic bag that fell to the floor caught his eye.

He walked over and picked it up, and that was about when he actually noticed the other items on the bed and something clicked in his head. "You shouldn't do this kind of thing alone, it's really dangerous," his tone was unreadable. Hongjoong nodded every so slightly and muttered out "yeah, I almost died last time on accident," hoping to lighten the mood a little but neither of them so much as cracked a smile.

Hongjoong assumed that Seonghwa was understanding of his fetish and would leave him to his own devices and neither of them would talk about it ever again. So naturally he was shocked when the older male sat on his bed next to him.

"Want me to help you?"

Seonghwa might as well have reeled back and punched Hongjoong square in the face with how purely shocked he felt after hearing that. He shot upright, leaning back a little and stared Seonghwa in the eyes. Was he serious? Did he actually say that? Is he making fun of him?

"Yes," Hongjoong choked out, now shocked at himself for responding. Seonghwa didn't seem weirded out by his response though, which gave him more confidence. "Please," he added, sounding quite needy and pathetic which wasn't his intention at all but set things into full motion.

Seonghwa took off his jacket and neatly placed it on his own bed. He silently studied Hongjoong's face for any signs of hesitation or regret as he slowly unbuckled his belt, then shed his pants and shirt and placing them all neatly on his bed next to his jacket. Hongjoong just watched him in awe, now really noticing how nicely Seonghwa was built.

"How did you do it last time?" Seonghwa mused as he picked up each item and examined them, wondering how the hell Hongjoong managed to hide all this stuff from him. "Well I just kinda... Yknow, taped the bag to my head and...went at it," Hongjoong felt incredibly shy yet oddly comfortable, truth be told if it were anyone else standing there before him he probably would have already dropped dead from embarrassment but Seonghwa had this way of always making him feel comfortable, no matter what.

Seonghwa shook his head a little and chuckled. He used the tape for the bag? No wonder Hongjoong almost suffocated last time, it was a good thing he was there before the little fool tried it again.

"How about this time you sit between my legs and I'll take care of the bag thing and we can... Come up with a different way to use this tape," Seonghwa picked up the towel, prying it from underneath Hongjoong who forgot he was sitting on it in the first place, and spread it out on the floor up against the end of the bed. Taking the hint, Hongjoong got up as Seonghwa sat down and walked in front of the older male, but was stopped before he could sit down.

"Wait, stand there a second," Seonghwa's firm tone sent a wave of white-hot electricity right into Hongjoong's abdomen and straight down to his cock. He waited anxiously, his back to Seonghwa wondering what he had planned. His breath hitched when he felt Seonghwa gently grab his wrists and crossed them against each other. "Is this okay?" He whispered, sending another wave through Hongjoong, who could only nod in response.

"Use your voice, is this okay?" Seonghwa repeated, sounding firm again. For a split second Hongjoong stepped outside of himself and wondered how the actual fuck this happened, but only for a second. "Yes, it's okay, sir," the last word just completely slipping out of his mouth. He felt Seonghwa let go of his arms but he didn't move. "Good boy," the older male cooed as he took the tape and began tying Hongjoong's wrists together. Oddly, it felt really good to be praised, and Hongjoong wondered if Seonghwa got the same tingly feelings when he accidentally called him sir.

"Turn around for me," Hongjoong obeyed effortlessly, but then felt his shyness take over again realising that he had no way of hiding himself from the man sitting in front of him. He watched Seonghwa pick up the vibrating dildo in one hand, and the tape in his other, then turn his gaze to Hongjoong's painfully erect cock. Knowing what he was planning, Hongjoong murmured another little beg and took the tiniest step forward. Seonghwa then cut off two small strips of tape and used them to secure the toy to Hongjoong's cock.

"Okay, you can sit down now," Seonghwa set the tape down and reached for the bag as Hongjoong quickly sat down and positioned himself between Seonghwa's toned legs, leaning his back against the bed.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

With that, Seonghwa waited for Hongjoong to take a few deep breaths before reaching down and turning the vibrator on, then sliding the bag over the younger man's head and bundling the excess in his hands, cutting off any new air.

Hongjoong was physically and mentally going through a lot. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against the most sensitive parts of his cock and he felt absolutely helpless with his hands tied behind his back, the helplessness adding to his arousal as he struggled against his bonds a little just to bask in the feeling.

Then there was the factor of the entire other person controlling if and when he could get air. Then the factor on top of that that the other person was his roommate, bandmate, and really good friend. Someone he really trusted but never in a million years imagined would be in this position. On top of that, it was crazy to him that the two of them so effortlessly slipped into their roles as if they do this kind of thing all the time.

Hongjoong's thoughts and worries melted from his mind as it got harder for him to breathe. He basked in the feeling of it now that he didn't have to focus all his concentration on staying alive. He moaned shamlessly and squirmed, stretching his legs out and bringing them back in, rolling his head side to side (as much as he could with Seonghwa practically holding his head still).

Seonghwa actually could not believe the sight before him. He kept his concentration on Hongjoong, keeping an eye out for signs of genuine distress so he'd know when to let him have air, but the back of his mind was racing with some of the most filthy and depraved thoughts pertaining to his younger friend who was surprisingly so very submissive. He watched Hongjoong squirm and struggle, relishing in the sight. It wasn't until Hongjoong let out a couple genuine whines before Seonghwa let go of the bag and pulled it off of Hongjoong's face. He placed his hand gently on the younger's cheek and soothingly shushed him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

With permission, Seonghwa put the bag back over Hongjoong's head and secured it. They repeated this ritual again, and again, and once more, but the third time Hongjoong stopped him before he could put the bag back on and managed to string a sentence together:

"Th-this time, don't take it off 'till a-after I cum."

Seonghwa wanted to ask Hongjoong if he was sure, but the urgency in the younger's voice made him decide to follow his command. For another entire minute and a half, Hongjoong had no fresh air as his high drew closer and closer. He was overwhelmed with that building feeling, the all the coils tightening inside him almost emphasized by the way his lungs struggled for air. His squirming gradually escalated to full thrashing which made Seonghwa have to shift to the floor to be able to keep a good hold on the bag. Once again, Hongjoong's mouth was wide open, desperately and frantically searching for air against the plastic. He became light headed, and despite feeling Seonghwa's body against his that primal fear and panic set in.

And in that moment, it felt like time stood still as the coils snapped and Hongjoong finally hit his high, waves upon waves of pleasure rocking through his body, pulsating in his head and moving all the way down his shaking legs to his curling toes. His cum shot a good foot past the towel and he somehow managed to let out a very pretty moan as he emptied his balls.

Seonghwa waited until a few seconds after to quickly pull the bag entirely off Hongjoong's head and turn off the vibrator. He held Hongjoong as he coughed and wheezed and gasped for air, brushing his wet red hair out of his face and praising him, calling Hongjoong a good boy and saying he did so good and he came so well.

When Hongjoong calmed down, Seonghwa turned his attention to the cum on the floor and became mildly annoyed. He reached out and used two fingers to wipe some up, bringing them up close to Hongjoong's face so he could see.

"You made a huge mess. I hope you know that you're gonna clean it up and-," he was cut off by Hongjoong leaning forward and taking Seonghwa's fingers into his pretty mouth, licking own cum off of them.

"Holy shit, Hongjoong..."