#Edwin at the end being like “the boy I like” who else is it gonna be

[idontknowwhatimdoing-13]

When Crystals is like wait Niko how do you know that I kissed Charles its definitely because Edwin and Niko were hanging out one night between episodes five and six and Edwin was like “I realized I like this boy but he just kissed the girl he likes” and Niko did the math.

Like Edwin knows two boys he could potentially like.

And Monty isn't about to be not liking Edwin or liking a girl.

And Charles makes it very obvious that he likes Crystal and also has only two girls he knows one of which is Niko herself who definitely wasn't kissing Charles.

Like Crystal it wasn't hard to figure out.

[edwinisms]

it’s actually so wild to me that this fairly quirky YA type show gave both of its main characters deaths that can, in one way or another, solidly be considered hate crimes. they were both flat out murdered as a result of being A) gay and effeminate or B) brown (south asian, specifically) and you could argue whether or not those kids thought of it that way in the moment or whatever but the bottom line is that they would not have been in the situations that killed them if they weren’t of their respective minorities. like legitimately that is a ballsy choice for this kind of netflix show, let alone for the two Main Characters, and i respect it big time

[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

I'm seeing a lot of people saying they're excited to see Charles realize he's in love with Edwin, but...y'all... I think he knows? The whole season he seems like he knows exactly how he feels about Edwin, but was denying himself the romantic aspect of those feelings. And there are SO many reasons for why he'd be doing so.

First off, he has said he doesn't want to end up like his dad. I'd wager he doesn't want to have a serious romantic relationship with anyone because he's worried he'll end up treating them like his dad treated him and his mum. I do think he had feelings for Crystal, but maybe he didn't believe it could become something lasting. She is living after all. He very well may have figured she'd grow up and move on to someone else, but at least he'd have had a girlfriend for a little while, almost like he would've if he hadn't died.

Similarly, as well as wanting a girlfriend/ partner, he may have always thought he HAD to have a girlfriend like lots of people think they HAVE to find a significant other of the opposite sex to settle down with like they're expected to. For someone who clearly wants to be alive, it's understandable for him to be reaching for what he was taught to be the "normal" experience for normal teenage boys.

It doesn't help that his dad very well could've been homophobic, so Charles never felt like it was safe for him or the boys he might've crushed on. Not to mention, it was the 80s, so he was probably being taught boys liking boys was wrong and/or would get you killed, even if his dad wasn't the one saying it.

I feel it's also worth mentioning that he's known Edwin for 30 years. That's nearly twice as long as he had been alive. Edwin had shown Charles a kindness he'd seen little to none of before and then kept being kind to him. He was unapologetic and sometimes harsh about voicing his opinions, but also listened to Charles'. He knew what it was like to hide things about yourself like Charles did. Charles may have even clocked Edwin was gay from very early on.

I headcanon he probably more or less went from ignoring it cause it's Edwin, to feeling weird about it but not showing it, to getting curious and learning more about it, to looking up "how to be a good ally" to accepting Edwin and reassuring himself that if Edwin does come out to him, he will make sure he knows that Charles will always accept him for who he is, and that this wouldn't change how much they mean to each other nor the respect they have for each other. (Really, he seemed so ready for that confession. It wouldn't surprise me if some planning went into what he was gonna say. Just didn't expect it to happen in Hell.)

Anyway, my point is that Charles seems to have put Edwin on something of a pedestal. He sees him as kind and good, and Charles will protect him with everything he has so that he may remain so. Charles can't help but love Edwin, but he will make sure that love is from a selfless place. Partially so he won't be taking anything Edwin shouldn't have to give, but also because he may not think Edwin would want to give or take anything to or from Charles if he saw the things Charles hates so much about himself which possibly includes: all the things his dad said was wrong with him, everything he grew up being told was wrong with people like him, all the things he sees of his dad in himself, and possibly more.

AND! Edwin is an upper-class(?) white boy from 1916. Charles is a queer punk from India. He may have thought Edwin would have had some prejudices against him even subconsciously for a while when they first met, which would have also been an acceptance-of-feelings deterrent.

Ultimately, if it turns out Charles also needed over 30 years of looking at his friend like that to figure out he like likes Edwin, I'll still love it. But I'd also be surprised. Boy was blushing and giggling for Edwin since they first met even while dying of fucking hypothermia. I swear.

[ipatrichor]

dead boy detectives episode eight thoughts

oh my god we're here... the finale... god i have so many thoughts with this. im gonna try to keep things slightly organized and do a little wrap-up at the end but. we'll see!

moved spoilery stuff under the cut haha. but also technically everything is a spoiler? so it's just all under the read more 👍

first of all... niko my love my heart. i've moved past the shock i'm just sad now... my girl!!! i hate being right sometimes like... god she was so kind and she tried so hard and and. huauaauaghh i don't have the words for this just know im absolutely gutted 😭😭

and crystal... god i love the way they did her memories and i love that she was an asshole, but also she was a neglected kid with parents who didn't even notice when she went missing!! god. it sure does explain some things huh... idk i love the way she reacted, how scared she was of the person she used to be. but ultimately, of course, the only way she can go is forward. the only thing she can do is live with who she used to be and choose who she wants to be going forward, and she won't be doing those things alone

JENNY IM SO GLAD JENNY CAME TO ENGLAND WITH THEM. it sucks that her shop got exploded but also i think it'll be good for her, to get a fresh start somewhere else after the shit she's been through. i'm glad she's staying with the group i care her ^^

monty helping save them... alright man. you're on thin ice but you're at least back on the ice instead of falling right through so. you have earned a little bit of my respect back and im sorry that you were bound to such a shitty witch 👍

ALSO HEY SPEAKING OF EDWIN'S LOVE INTERESTS. can we talk about the gorgeous animation for the cat king's story????? HELLO that was beautiful and so impressive!!! it really transported me into the story being told and it looked so classic disney which made a wonderful juxtaposition with what was happening. i love that so much!!!!!

esther... god what do i say about esther. her acting is phenomenal, she's so well written to be funny and absolutely terrifying, i love her story and i love the way it was resolved. i absolutely LOVE that she wasn't beaten by the gang overpowering her, it was karmic. it was the retribution for the lives she's taken, all the little girls she's killed for her own selfishness, and their retribution comes to claim her. who gets justice for them, indeed

OKAY can i just say. i am absolutely thrilled with how the lilith thing went down i didn't even think they would use the image of her in esther's memories to contact her!!! i hoped she would be involved somehow, would right the wrongs that had been done to those little girls, but i did not expect it to be this amazing!!!! god i love that they put those pieces into the show so early, so we were able to guess that they'd come together and then they DO in such an amazing way!!!

and once again niko saves the day by being genuine and talking to people... god i love her so much. she learned the exact information they needed for this fight episodes ago, by talking to the woman near the beach because she likes talking to people and learning things!!!! niko sasaki the woman that you were.... god the fact that it's were instead of are. im gonna fucking cry

and the ending!!! they aren't on the run anymore it's been recognized that they're doing good so they're allowed to keep doing it and helping people!!!!! GODDD that makes me so happy i love that so much!!!!!!

ALSO I WILL SAY. when the superior didn't give them her name and then said the thing that tragic mick (finally learned his name!) told niko before she died... im not gonna lie my first thought was that she Was niko like somehow after dying she ended up in the afterlife outside of time or whatever. i don't think that's true i think it's just the theme of the show and that's why they said it twice but. for a minute i was like HELLO???

but the very ending scene!!! niko and the sprites? i think? idk im really bad with faces and recognize people through their hair so. did not help that they were dressed sensibly for the weather and their hair wasn't showing haha. BUT STILL. was that her afterlife? why are the sprites there?? what does that scene Mean is there still a chance for her to meet the group again??? please i need answers you can't just leave me hanging about my girl!!!!!! 😭😭

god this whole show has been amazing i'm so glad i watched it... thank you noble for introducing me to dead boy detectives!! i have had such a good time, it's been an emotional rollercoaster and i'm so sad it's over. i'm off to the tumblr search to reblog whatever i find and then it's to ao3 for me, with noble's profile as a starting point and then i'll scour the tags haha. thank you guys for coming along with me on this lovely experience! i'm doing a little wrap-up summary below to end things off

FAVORITE MAIN CHARACTER: god this is so difficult.... it's gotta be niko or charles, but know that i say this with the other two very close behind. they're all fantastic, it's rare that even when i imprint on a character (in this case charles) the others are all so good that it's still hard to pick a clear favorite, with niko even rivalling that imprint

FAVORITE RECURRING SIDE CHARACTER: jenny it's gotta be jenny!! i love her scenes i love her personality she's so fun i love how no-nonsense she is only to consistently be dragged into the Most Nonsense. she's a delight i love her and her proficiency with knives

FAVORITE ONE-OFF CHARACTER: kashi!!! fish guy!! he is such a goddamn delight he is the first character whose name i learned On Purpose instead of through the natural course of the show. i love him he showed up for one episode, performed his role magnificently, and swanned off to implied further fascinating adventures. love that guy

FAVORITE EPISODE: okay surprising no one ever, probably episode seven? i love what it does with the characters, i love the scene of edwin and charles meeting (well worth the wait!), i love all of it

SECOND FAVORITE EPISODE: okay this one has gotta be episode four or the jock one. five maybe? idk im torn between those two bc of the excellent charles characterization and development we get, and i've mentioned before what a soft spot i have both for the scene where he first breaks down and the scene where he and edwin hug. i love them both i cannot choose!!!

FAVORITE LOCATION: this has gotta be the dead boy detective office or maybe the inside of the fish. idk they're very different locations but they both serve their purpose very well and have a lot to offer!! oh wait shit actually i take it back the inside of crystal's mind with the tree. that's absolutely gorgeous and i love it so much

LEAST FAVORITE CHARACTER: daniel. the demon ex sorry i choose not to remember his name <3 he is daniel To Me. anyway they just did a really good job of making him a shitty asshole who also happens to be a powerful demon

FINAL OPINION ON THE CAT KING: uh. i mean i still don't respect him but he's a very fun character and i do enjoy his vibe. i actually liked him a lot better when he wasn't essentially holding edwin prisoner (imagine that!) so i think the coercive nature of that original dynamic is what really threw me off. i found myself enjoying his character a lot more with the bracelet off and them interacting on even footing!

and finally, i couldn't possibly choose so here

LIST OF FAVORITE SCENES

- charles dying and meeting edwin

- charles having a breakdown at the night nurse

- every kashi scene

- crystal speaking to lilith and when she appeared to claim esther

- simon seeing the blue light and possibly leaving hell

- pretty much all of niko and edwin's one on one talks

- the conversation between niko and crystal when they first opened up to each other

- edwin telling the cat king the binding bracelet is all he is and leaving to save his friends

- charles hugging edwin after edwin comforts him

- esther killing the cat king

- charles getting stuck in the loop of the devlin murders

- niko going out into the storm to save her friends

- niko's reading comprehension skills <3

AND MANY MORE that i am forgetting but here you go ^^ goddamn this show is good. hit me like a trainwreck though i need a fucking nap

[irish-urn]

I can't believe you actually managed to come up with his full life story when all I got was ~vibes~. Because basically all I did was find lyrics that spoke to me and kinda internally rolled around and wept inside. So...

the 1: Basically everything you said about Sally. Like. Yeah, I think he and Casey are gonna live forever and be happy, but she was his first love and I think there's a small part of him that wonders... you know the greatest films of all time were never made (Look, Derek as a film buff WONDERS about all the movies that have never been made) And if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow (and it’s alright now) (I think he tells himself this when he aches, and when he looks back at his life) You know the greatest loves of all time are over now If one thing had been different / would everything be different today? In my defense, I have none / for digging up the grave another time (THIS. IS. DEREK. He just... keeps poking??? The same bruise???)

cardigan: You were far more eloquent than I about this song. That being said... When you are young, they assume you know nothing ‘Cause I knew everything when I was young (THIS. IS. SO. DEREK. Everyone thinks he's stupid and immature and doesn't get it, but he knows SO MUCH MORE than anyone (but Marti (and eventually Casey)) give him credit for) A friend to all is a friend to none (something I think Derek knows, but hasn't accepted yet)

the last great american dynasty: he’s a party king, dude. What can I say? I had a marvelous time ruining everything (that being said, this is Derek to a T.)

exile (feat: bon iver): UM. EVERYTHING??? I think I’ve seen this film before / and i didn’t like the ending Those eyes had insult to injury (this is just... so what Derek does. Glare from the corner because he's the injured party) I’m not your problem anymore / So who am i offending now? (honestly, I think he sneers this to his mom, George, Felicia, and anyone else who writes him off)

mirrorball: *weeps* And when I break, it’s in a million pieces (OUCH) I can change everything about me to fit in (double-ouch) I'm still on that tightrope / I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me (reminds me of that line about Derek as a child always trying to make people laugh...) And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why (Derek is SUCH a romantic, even though it doesn't make any sense) I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try (*weeping intensifies*) I'm still on that trapeze/ I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me (Gotta give the people something to look at)

seven: look, I know you said Derek&Edwin, but this also gave me massive smerek&smarti vibes. Love you to the Moon and to Saturn (Because it wouldn't be them if they didn't do a twist on the usual "moon and back". That's boring. No, they're going all the way to Saturn) Your dad is always mad and that must be why (honestly, the biggest divorce vibes...) And I think you should come live with me / And we can be pirates / Then you won't have to cry / Or hide in the closet (look, you talked about Edwin and Derek playing pirates, but he definitely played with Marti too)

august: this gives me tragic!dasey vibes… Like. "sick with sadness" kind of vibes. You're right: Derek IS august. ‘Cause you were never mine Wanting was enough / for me it was enough Back when i was living for the hope of it all

this is me trying: OUCH So i got wasted like all my potential (um. First year at Queen's anyone...?) And my words shoot to kill when I’m mad (THIS.) At least I’m trying (HE TRIES SO HARD)

invisible string: Dasey *cries And isn’t it just so pretty to think / All along there was some / invisible string / tying you to me Time, mystical time / cutting me open then healing me fine Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven

betty: *sighs* This is just... such a teenage boy with too many feelings who does stupid things because he doesn't understand love and is clumsy with emotions and... Yeah. That's Derek. The worst thing that i ever did / was what i did to you I’m only seventeen / i don’t know anything Will you have me / Will you love me?

peace: just Dasey vibes But i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm (Derek doesn't have any chill. He and Casey are a bonfire) All these people think love’s for show / but i would die for you in secret (I just... *weeps*) And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences / Sit with you in the trenches (Because he's loyal. He's so, so loyal...)

Alright you, I am totally willing to chat with you about Derek Venturi's vibe being "folklore" by Taylor Swift. I'm gonna end up listening to that album again this weekend while thinking about him, my favourite blorbo, and internally screaming while I work retail; and I both blame AND thank thee.

Okay, yes, because here's the thing: folklore is an album full of contradictions and really fucking confusing plotlines and self doubt while simultaneously believing in oneself above all else and that is Derek Venturi to a t. (He's also Midnights but that's a conversation for another day.) Please add your thoughts to this somewhat comprehensible thing I wrote about this!

Literally ever since the thought came to me all I have been able to think is Derek being every song and I have ✨thoughts✨ on it.

the 1: alright, look, Derek is aware that people *think* he's cool. But the thing is, he's had two serious relationships in his entire life. Sally was cool, he thinks he loved her, in the fearless way someone loves when they're sixteen and might have had feelings for their stepsister at the same time. Being with Sally was cool, but he knew it never would've worked out long term because... *vaguely hand gestures to his brain, which must be at least 20% Casey.* It's not that Derek regrets being with and loving Sally, he's just aware it wasn't forever and was never meant to be. He always felt like he had to be better around her, to be a version of himself that didn't prank Casey and start wars with the football team (even though, hello, they're football players, Sally, they totally deserve it! Max is annoying and an ass and not a good partner to Casey and football is a terrible sport that only narcissistic egomaniacs who should be spouting the Star Spangled fucking Banner play), a version of himself that was soft and kind and just not Derek. He can be those things, but not all the time. His love language is fond insults.

cardigan: this one is how he feels a lot of the time. As a society, we've acknowledged this is a song about being used when someone needs something but not actually being what they need or want. That's how Derek feels. He's a god amongst men, alright, and that comes with people wanting him for something or another constantly. Do they care about him? Not really, but don't they do a damn good job of pretending? It's almost convincing. Just like the song.

the last great american dynasty: is he a woman named Rebekah living in Rhode Island after the death of her first husband? No, not to his knowledge. Does he fit the vibe of someone who decides that fuck it, he's going to spend the rest of his life doing a bunch of random hijinks with his friends and Casey and their pack of kids? Of course. That's literally Derek. He has dyed a dog key lime green (Casey didn't find it nearly as amusing as Derek and Molly did, because she is lame and needs to expand her horizons), he has decided to pace rocks just to look insane and aesthetic and he's certainly made questionable gambling decisions (hence Sky's conception. Use a condom, kids.)

exile: do you know how long this man spent pining after Casey?? If we take LWL into effect, it's twenty four years! And in those 24 years, Casey was never single longer than nine or ten months (because she's Casey and loves long term relationships and all the bullshit that comes with them because she's never done anything casually. Except the one time they fucked and he ran away to Paris and they never spoke of it again), which meant Derek had to watch her fall in love, over and over again, with different terrible men! Really, what was she thinking? A football captain, a douchebag who rated her (and only thought she was a six and a half, as if Derek would ever obsess over a six and a half! It's insulting), a guy who didn't have a personality and a neglectful husband have been her choices. He has to watch, from the sidelines, because she doesn't let him in after everything happened, after the fight and the sex and the avoidance. All he is to her is a stepbrother she once hooked up with. Nothing more. Meanwhile, his heart cracks every time he sees her and Peter on Facebook.

my tears ricochet: specifically the first verse is giving Derek vibes to me. He knows he can bring out every side of people effortlessly, he can read them like a book because Derek is so smart, it's just people smart! It's why he knows that he has to try and be the greatest (not that it takes much effort, but it's difficult some days) to get any attention, to get love from his parents and his family and everyone around him. Because everyone loves him conditionally and Derek is barely holding himself together. Scotch tape doesn't fix everything. But c'mon, Marti, Simon and Sky are the only people who have loved him without conditions, without terms of service. What else is he supposed to believe? That he's suddenly lovable and perfect and doesn't need to put in any effort ever because he's not a fuck up? That would erase literal decades of George, Abby and Nora's parenting.

seven: being a kid is fucking great, man. Even a kid whose parents don't like him, who make him feel like a fuck up because he had to repeat the first grade (look, alright, it's hard to focus and his brain won't because Derek is broken and he's aware. Moving on), a kid who tries so hard and never gets acknowledgement. And then his parents have Edwin! Just because! Edwin is planned, he's wanted, he's everything Derek isn't. But when Derek is seven, George and Nora start fighting more. He takes Ed (who's two) and they hide out in the backyard, in a shitty treehouse that'll probably result in a broken bone one day, playing pirates until Edwin falls asleep or the yelling stops, whichever comes first. Because being seven is also impossible. It's great in hindsight, but at the time? God, it sucks. He romanticizes it until he remembers having to scream so loud the neighbors thought something was wrong so George and Abby would stop fighting, remembers the time he broke his arm on the slide because they wouldn't get outside and play so he went first and they didn't even notice until three days later because they were in such an intense fight. Being seven was the best and worst of times and sometimes, Derek thinks it was his peak. In a weird competition, his parents would always try to shower him with love right after a fight. It didn't add up, but whatever, who is he to judge?

august: Derek is August. I need this to be known; he's the one waiting on a call, who desperately wants to get it and knows he won't. Casey won't call, she'll never call, because they fucked everything up, hooking up. He saw it clear as day on her face the morning after, it's why he went to fucking Paris. And honestly, he's never really a first choice, is he? He's always the backup guy, the guy who you drag out for looks but don't actually love. You'll pretend to, and you'll do a good job, but no one actually does and that's okay.

this is me trying: he tries, alright? It may not seem like it, with Derek being a solid D+ student, but he tries. So hard. It's not his fault that his fucking brain won't cooperate and he can't learn the useless stuff. Give him a hockey stick, he'll be so good you'll forget all about your problems, but don't make him do school. He hates it. The only topics he can learn about are the ones he's obsessed with (mythology, film, music, the history of video games that one summer, the bodice rippers Casey keeps under her pillow, Casey as a whole entity (this is entirely against his will. Believe him, his life would be so much easier if he didn't know so much about Casey and feel so much about her he cannot breathe and he can't talk about it so it just sits there, being a crushing weight on him because she is inconvenient! And annoying and the absolute worst!), hockey, all of Marti and Simon's interests, etc) and five paragraph essays do not fit that. But then there's the fact he practically is a parent to Marti, doing all the emotional and physical labor of one most of the time. He tries so hard to not fuck her up because he loves her so much. Ed's cool and he loves him, but Smarti's different, okay? When Derek met Edwin, he sort of just shrugged, loved the kid and failed to get him into anything cool. When he met Marti, Abby told him he'd be taking on responsibility and Derek took that seriously. He's uncharacteristically responsible with her. Marti is the fucking best. Derek tries so hard to not be obsessed with Casey, even though it feels like she's in his fucking bloodstream, she's running through him, she's a goddamn part of him and sometimes he wants to crawl inside of her skin and live there, because he knows she can't feel the same. Casey doesn't love him. Casey doesn't even like him! So he pranks her and grins and throws a fit when she dates Sam (which, seriously Sam? What a fucking betrayal, dude. The male code! It's a real thing and definitely not something he just pulled out of his ass so you wouldn't date his annoying and hot stepsister) and eventually tries to be a decent person because, for some reason, she doesn't give up on him. It's sickening.

illicit affairs: before Casey finalized her divorce with Peter, there was (shh, it's a secret, don't tell the family) an affair happening in her house. Take two guesses as to who it was. Derek and Casey? Brilliant. Yeah, it's an affair, and it makes Derek feel dirty, like all he's good for is being a secret boy toy, but he loves her so much that he'll take whatever she's giving, even if it's just bare scraps. Derek will break himself in half to help her, to make Casey feel better, and if being her mistress is how he does it, then it'll be fine. He won't panic about their future once her divorce is finalized at all.

invisible string: there is only one explanation for why Derek's felt so drawn to Casey since he first met her. She had a schoolgirl uniform on. Is it his kink? No, not particularly, but she's a hot girl in a schoolgirl uniform. He's not blind! But also, he met her and something in his brain lit up, some part he'd never known was there before, some part that made him want to be around her all of the time for some inexplicable reason. She's infected him like a cancer. It's evil. He loves it. There's something dragging them together constantly, and at his age of 38 (please don't mention it, he's coping poorly), he can admit it might be fate or the universe or whatever. Derek loves Casey and she loves him back. Has for decades, apparently. They should've pulled their heads out of their asses so much sooner, because they're in love and it's great and they go do all the cute coupley shit Derek used to swear he'd never do but in his defense: it's Casey and she lights up doing that bullshit and Derek is a total marshmallow when it comes to her. She even gets to steal his food! And watch her terrible reality shows during hockey games! This whole love thing has turned him into a disgusting sap of a person. Shoot him, please. He begs.

mad woman: Derek's spent enough time around women (Casey especially) to understand they are complex creatures. He'll never fully understand them, but he can try to. They get mad at... A lot, honestly, being a woman must be exhausting (Casey and Marti are constantly feeling things so deeply it's painful) and sometimes it's each other? He's not quite sure, but he knows they're mad. And when they are, do not mess with them. Even Casey, who is stupid hot when mad. The world is against women, apparently, so they get mad at that and the fact they have to pay for tampons (Derek ends up buying them, do not make it a thing) and having it be inferred they're just fucking insane. Which, to be fair, they are! Casey especially! But yeah, it's gotta be annoying, so he's trying to empathize and be feminist and other bullshit that Skyler has bullied him into.

epiphany: so here's the problem: Derek is aware he's had a pretty decent life, all things considered. No massive traumas, nothing a therapist should see him for. Still, he can't help but feel sometimes like there's a war being waged between his brain and the Canadian education system. It's fucking insane! School just doesn't work and Derek is broken because he doesn't get it, he doesn't understand, everything feels violent and he can't cope. Hence hockey, where he can hit things and people with sticks! Hockey is great! It's bloody and gorey and everything else Casey hates.

betty: oh boy. This one's a doozy. But it's not Derek's fault, he will maintain, that he accidentally pissed Casey off so much she won't talk to him. He made one joke about her divorce (which wasn't even that bad! The kids laughed! Simon laughed! Casey is the only one who didn't) and now she's stormed off and won't talk to him so obviously Derek needs to apologize. He hates apologies; they're lame and suck all the fun out of everything and they are the worst! But he does, and god, does he hope that it'll be enough for him to apologize by playing her a song he wrote and talking about his (ugh) feelings for her to kiss him in front of the kids and their parents and admit this is what she wants. Because this thing between them has always been on her terms, he's just along for the ride, but he'd really like to be with her forever.

peace: one of the few cons of being as amazing as Derek is that he doesn't get any privacy half the time. Neither do his romantic partners, as a result. He's aware of this and it's part of why he doesn't date anymore; it's too hard to find someone willing to deal with all of it. Once he and Casey officially get together, one of Derek's biggest fears is that she's going to realize he's not worth it. Because she'll never have a quiet, peaceful life that Casey deserves, not being with him. Everything will be an article and it's going to suck and Derek loves her. Will she be okay without getting that peace? He'd get it if she wasn't; it's okay, he won't hold it against her. She'll never get to live a normal life with him. When she tells him she'd rather insane with anyone else than normal with him, he may or may not shed a tear or two. Because he's not worth that, he isn't even close to worth the chaos that'll come with it, but Casey thinks he is for some reason, so Derek will keep trying to prove to her that he is. Every day for the rest of his goddamn life.

hoax: when love feels conditional and faithless, it's essentially a massive hoax. Derek doesn't believe in a love that'll exist with unwavering loyalty and faith and trust. It's not for him. Maybe for other people, but he doesn't get that. Everyone's love for him is a fake, a pretend, and Derek is great at pretending he doesn't know it. Love is bullshit, the kind they talk about in the movies. That doesn't exist for people like Derek. It exists for Marti and Casey and Edwin and Lizzie and Nora and George and hell, Abby and Dennis, but not for Derek. He's not wired to receive it. And he'll believe they all love him endlessly to go to sleep at night, waking up knowing it's a lie.

the lakes: sometimes, a man wants peace and quiet. He wants to go to an abandoned lake, write songs with his girlfriend, let the kids play and do whatever the fuck Luca and Sky do (he thinks Luca has a boyfriend?? It's confusing. He FaceTimes him a lot) and avoid people forever. And then Derek remembers how much he hates camping because urban hell scapes are his favorite thing, shrugs, and proceeds to overromanticize small New England towns until he goes to one. Let him have his fun, he's an artist. This is his muse.

[theyanderespecialist]

Teasing Abel (One Shot) SCP 076 Abel X Mark OC

(mark's pov)

I walk down the halls smiling at others as I rush to a room, opening the door to see Abel there, lifting weights over his head, the same, familiar, pissed off look on his face as I smile and walk in front of him.

"Mark." "Hey Able. Looks heavy." "Not really." He said not really paying too.much attention as I unbutton my coat.

"I got a new outfit you know." "That's nice." "It is..I got a lot of compliments on my body, how it's "perfect for children." I don't think they even know I'm a boy." I said as this caused him to look up as I posted in the outfit. It was actually my old yoga pants that I haven't worn in..god I think 7 years, and a sheer like sports bra.

He looked at me and the weight drop and it dented the floor. I wince. I smirked as I decided to tease him a bit, he did not pay enough attention to me even when I bought that lacy nightie. I think he needs to know it.

"I mean, there was this one man..Edwin I think, he said I looked good enough to eat, I just teased back and said "hit me up" I mean..it actually excited me.

(Mark in the starting phases of being an exobitionist

(When in this state you can find them revealing more skin and being a tease~)

Next thing I know I am grabbed and pinned to the wall being kissed roughly.

I let out a soft groan as I look to see Abel. "Aww you think I'm actually going to run off with them~?"

"I don't want people looking at you like your theirs."

"Oh you don't?~ too bad. I think maybe I should be the man in the relationship for a little bit~." I tease. (Oh no you don't threaten his dominance mark)

(XD You never threaten Abel Dominance XD It leads to bad stuff XD)

Abel growled and pinned me down in downward dog then put the weight on me so I could not get up from it. my ass perfect crotch level.

I let out a shocked and confused noise as I tried to struggle to get out, my ass wiggling side to side due to the struggling. That is when I heard a tear a felt air drift into my pants he just tore a hole in the back side of my yoga pants!

"Abel!" I cried out only to moan when a Wet finger was shoved in.

I moaned as my body shuddered feeling the invasion. It had been months, and I wanted this time to be the true first time for anything more than fingers.

"This time I will take you and you will never forget that you are mine." He says and starts to finger my ass preparing me.

I let out a shocked and aroused moan. "A-All I said was I should be the man on the relationship." I teased

"No you are my sissy slut and that means I am the man!" He orders and bites my ass cheek and prepares me fast and hard. "You are mine and I am not loosing you to anyone. Not even what you think it should be."

I let out a moan. I actually had no desire to play a 'male' role. We both believe in each party having equal rights, but, he could get like this from time to time..and I liked it, because, well, he wouldn't do it unless I wanted him to. I feel him pull out of me as I let out a soft whimper but wait to feel him inside of me...but I didn't.

I hear him spit and start to lube up his cock. Oh yes finally. He said he wanted to wait not to just jump right into sex. It has been a year since we been together and we only finger my hole and that has not happen in three months. He seemed worried he would hurt me. So he always stopped before going to far.

Bit it seemed like he just didn't care anymore..and that aroused me~

I wait to feel himself inside of me..bit I didn't as I cried out as he hit my ass

He spanked my ass with his dick and smeared his pre cum all over it. "You have to beg for it~ Prove to me you only want my cock in you."

I shudder at that. I still wanted some control of the situation (you're not gonna get it. XD) as I rub my ass against his dick.

"O-Oh come on..d-don't make me do that. Just let me go~" I said, playing as though this wasn't a moment I had dreamed of for an entire year

He left and I was confused then I felt him put something on my cock it was a vibrating cock ring. I groaned as he turns it on and I knew I would not be able to cum. And he now has full control over the situation even more than before.

(XD This is what you get XD You should have begged XD)

I gripped the ground beneath me.

"N-No--"

"I'll say it again. Beg for it." He said as I let out a whimper as my cock became fully hard.

"P-Please. .please put it in.." I mutter.

"Not good enough."

I take a deep breath. "Please Abel! Please! Fuck my Sissy hole, I only ever wanted your cock filling me to the brim and making me break in ectasy!" I cry out blushing hotly.

He smirks and then thrusts in hitting my prostate right away and I moaned in ectasy. He ripped off the cock ring and I came around him from just one thrust~

I moan thought I was still unable to move from my position under the weight and under him. I grip the floor, my nails digging into it as his hand grabbed at my hair roughly making me moan.

(Oh he's into rough rough sex)

(Mmmmmmhmmmmm)

"That is right!" He says pulling on it to turn my head and he leaned over biting my neck. "Only I can make you cum! You are Mine!"

I moaned. "Y-Yes.. I-I'm yours~!" I said.

"That's right, you are, you're my girl, no one else can have you." He said right in my ear as I shudder.

"I-I'm your..." I let out a moan before giving a small smirk. "I'm your boy~" I teased as he glared before he smirked.

"You're trying to get me worked up on purpose, aren't you?"

"How else was I supposed to get you to make love to me~" I moan. "It has been a year Abel, a boy or girl or whatever I will be for you, I have needs~"

"aren't I fucking you right now? Is that not enough? Or perhaps.. you want something more than just being fucked..perhaps..you want to be shown your place~?" He asked as I shudder, tightening around him though I tried not to give it away.

"Oh so I am right~" He says. "I gave you to much freedom, do I have to lock you in the bedroom and dress you like my good girl feeding you nothing but my spunk for you to know you are mine~"

I once more shuddered as I moaned. "N-No..I-I don't want that..~" I said, a part of me wanting it, the other part wanting to pretend I wasn't as depraved as I really am.

I shudder when he moaned right in my ear. "I-It..if I was.. hypothetically i-into it..d-describe what you'd do to me.." I moan and pant out. "I-I'n detail"

(Yes describe in great detail~ but marks not into it obviously;3)

(X3)

"Oh first I would make you cum sensless, so much that you black out. Then I would take you to our bedroom and chaine your ankle to the bed, for the first few months you would have to earn my trust to even leave the bed~ You would earn your meals by making me cum just with your mouth~ If you could not do it you would not eat~ Then you would have to beg me to let you try again for the taste of your spunk only diet~ I would have more than enough for you to eat as much as you want~"

(I think mark need actual food and water abel xD)

(XD)

I moaned as that, the thought of being under his full control..I could feel blood starting to rush once more down to my dick.

"Of course, once you get that you're only mine, and I can trust you, you'll graduate to being able to leave the bed, you'll get some nice outfits too as a reward." I let out a moan. "I-I think just having my mouth fucked se-seems like such a waste.." I moaned.

(I mean yeah able what about poor marks ass)

(XD YEAH!!!)

"Oh I will defiantly fuck your ass at least three times a day, do you know how much I jerk off a day?" He teased me I honestly did not know.

"i-I-I don't.." I don't think I've ever seen him or even hear him or others talk about him jerking off.

"Eight times a day and that is with me working out~" He says. "And my cum does not become anywhere near watery even by the eight time~"

I blushed as I tried to speak before he grabbed me digging his nails into my waist as I moan as I feel him starting to twitch

"See what you just thinking about it does to me~" He says. "I am going to fill you to the brim~"

I moaned as I finally managed to arch my back into him as he ended up cumming inside.

He came deep and true to his word he filled me to the brim as when he pulled out I was leaking cum. He then stuffed something in me and I moaned.

"A nice butt plug don't want you spilling just yet~" He purred.

I let out a confused moan. "J-just yet?"

"No I want you to feel good a bloated to remember who you belong to~"

My eyes widen. I was starting to regret teasing him..

[hphmmatthewluther]

HPHM April Prompts 2021: Day 7: When Your Reflection Plots Against You (Part 3)

What is this, a crossover episode?

Okay, so funny story! The end to the story I’ve been doing recently and today’s prompt are about the same thing, so I sort of have to have them both be the thing for today because yeah! Part 1/3 Part 2/3

Anyway, onto...

Prompt 7: MC’s First Kiss

When Matthew finally came to, he had a pounding headache. He pushed himself up with the guitar case, getting back onto his face, before noticing the mirror. He wasn’t in it. Of course, Matthew thought, I’m the reflection now. He looked behind him, hoping to see where that light had come from. There was nothing. Apart from him, the bathroom was empty. Suddenly, he heard a door creak. On the other side of the mirror, in the real world, Charlie Weasley had walked in. Matthew moved towards the mirror.

“Charlie!” he tried, but to no avail, “Charlie!” 

But there was nothing. It was like he was a ghost. Actually, I’m less than a ghost now. He sighed, moving back towards the guitar case. With nothing else to do, he picked up the instrument and slung it onto his back, before leaving the boys’ toilets. It occurred to him that he needed to find Edwin before he did anything too embarrassing, or before he got to his friends.

It was bizarre to see the halls of Hogwarts empty, but with all the same buzz of people moving up and down. It was rather like there being a conversation happening in the other room, but you couldn’t for the life of you find that room. He tried to marshal his thoughts as to where Edwin would go with his body. The lake, obviously, he thought to himself. But something rather strange happened to this alternate Hogwarts as Matthew approached the school grounds. What should have been the quidditch lesson area and the whomping willow, and the Forbidden Forest, was instead an inky black void, with large tubes of light jutting into it from various windows. It was solid, and Matthew couldn’t pass through it. A good way away he could see the grass around the Black Lake.

“So I can’t go anywhere that isn’t reflected.” he deduced aloud. Matthew tried to relax his breathing. This was just another riddle, and he would have to solve it. And for that, he’d need to focus.

“Shut up, Barnaby!”

Matthew twisted around, noticing the images of Merula, Ismelda and Barnaby hanging in the air through a small shield-shaped window. A Prefect’s badge, Matthew thought before leaning in to take a closer look.

“What is it?” Barnaby asked quietly.

“I just...I thought I heard him...” Merula said, her violet eyes scanning the corridor.

“Who?” asked Ismelda, irritated at having to stop.

“Luther, of course!” she snapped. Matthew’s eyes widened. “He was saying something about reflections...”

“Yes, I’m over here!” Matthew yelled. He didn’t care how it had happened, he was just happy that it did.

Merula moved up and down the corridor. “Luther, where the hell are you?!”

Ismelda and Barnaby watched, both very much confused by all of this.

Matthew felt relief wash over him. “Merula, I’m-”

“I’m right here.” came his own voice. Coming into view from the side of the badge was Edwin, wearing his body.

“Oh, there you are.” she said stiffly. Matthew watched as Edwin flicked his braceletless hand at the badge, and he knew he had placed a Silencing Charm on it. Matthew could only pray Merula could sniff Edwin out.

“What’s got you so happy?” she asked with a scowl on her face.

“Oh, nothing really...” Edwin said absentmindedly. “Anyway, what did you want?”

“W-What did I want?” she asked incredulously. “You’re the one who called me over!”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t.” he said, shrugging. Matthew felt a surge of anger at him.

“Yes you did!” said Merula, exasperated.

Edwin cocked his head, then turned to the other two Slytherins, “Did either of you hear anything?”

“No, I didn’t.” said Ismelda.

“No, nothing.” said Barnaby. 

“Well, there you go.” Edwin concluded, “Maybe you’re hearing things.”

“I am not!” Merula yelled, going slightly red.

“Sure. Whatever.” he said, running a hand through Matthew’s hair, “So, you going down to the lake later?”

“W-What? No...” said Merula, confused. Barnaby, however, nodded.

“I am! It’s gonna be great fun!” he exclaimed.

“I don’t care.” Ismelda sneered.

“Mm, it’s just that everyone is going to be there. And I thought, seeing as you can’t go to Hogsmeade, you’d want to go to a party when you could.”

Matthew felt his heart break as he saw Merula’s expression. This wasn’t fair. Nobody treated his mortal enemy like this, especially not someone like Edwin.

“F-Fine, I’ll go.” Merula conceded. “C-Come on, you two.” They stepped into the inky void, Merula wearing an expression that Matthew knew all too well. Fear.

“You could have been a bit nicer, Matt.” came a voice. Matthew realised just which Prefect’s badge he was looking through. And Edwin had no idea.

“Oh...I guess I could.” he admitted, “But I got her to go to the party, and isn’t that what matters?”

“It does if she doesn’t actually want to go.” said Bill Weasley, “You of all people should know that.”

Edwin shrugged, before heading into the void too. Bill must have followed him, for the Prefect badge vanished too. He had to get to the lake quickly, and find Merula and tell her what was happening. From there, however, he was at a bit of a loss. Maybe if he got the book back and managed to reveal the ink, he could find a way to return to his body. That would explain why he didn’t want me to get the book back, he thought. But before all that, he had to actually get to the lake in the first place. He looked up at the tubes of light which splintered the void. Matthew grinned. He’d had an idea, and it wasn’t half bad. He headed up towards Ravenclaw tower at breakneck speed, avoiding the void that appeared in corridors with less mirrors. Eventually, he found his way up to the door to the Common Room. The Eagle knocker looked up at him.

“You are here, yet you are not here.” it said. “Curious. Now, I am at the start of every race, the end of every Bludger, and in the middle of Paris. What am I?”

Matthew thought for a moment, before smirking. “R.”

The eagle nodded, before the door opened.

“Hmm, that’s odd.” said Rowan,as Matthew came in. “ Wonder why the door’s opened...” Matthew sighed as he and the other Ravenclaws looked up and saw right through him.

“I’ll tell you when I get out, Rowan.” he said. There was no reaction. Matthew headed up to his dormitory, where he found his Cleansweep resting against his four-poster bed. He reached for it, hoping, and while his left hand went straight through it, his right hand gripped the wood, the silver bracelet’s carvings glowing as it happened. Matthew grinned, before looking back at the mirror. In it, he could see the Black Lake out the window. He also saw the Cleansweep floating in midair. This gave Matthew another idea. He crept back down to the Common Room, and saw the Ravenclaws’ expressions of pure shock at a floating broom.

“Hey, isn’t that Matthew’s Cleansweep?” said Andre. Matthew couldn’t help but grin as he twirled the broomstick in his hands, causing it to spin. Then, he started to back up into the boys’ dormitory. Rowan, Andre, Tulip and Talbott all followed it until they came to Matthew’s four poster bed. He used the broom to wave at the four, then tried to make a beckoning gesture. After that, he hopped on and flew out the window, leaving them flabbergasted as the pilotless broom headed towards the lake.

It was an odd sensation, flying down a thin strip of the Hogwarts grounds, going over a small fraction of the Whomping Willow, watching students blip in and out of existence. He sped down the hill until he was over the lake, when he noticed a large gathering of students reflected in the water near the shore. He saw that there was a table with food laid out before them. He slowly moved down a few yards away, landing his broom and resting it against a nearby tree. He couldn’t risk Edwin finding out he was here again. Matthew shook his head. He had hoped that third year would be a little less eventful than last year, though he should have known that this would be impossible. Rueing his bad luck, he headed towards the party, not registering four Ravenclaws show up behind him.

“I’m so glad you all made it!” he heard Penny cheer, as the party got underway. At least, it did in the waters of the Black Lake. Matthew, meanwhile, only had a few feet of ground to work with before it gave way to the void. He saw people enter and exit the darkness, until he finally saw Merula. He knew he couldn’t just talk to her, as much as he wanted to. No, he had to find another way. Then, it occurred to him that he had Edwin’s guitar on his back. He set it onto the floor and undid the zip on the leather, before pulling it open.

For an acoustic guitar, it was pretty impressive. It had several magical runes on the wood, and the strings were a brilliant blue, just like the ropes which had pulled him through the mirror. He silently thanked his father for being part of a band when he was younger and pulled out the guitar, putting the strap around his shoulder. Even from here, he could see Edwin moving everyone’s groups away from the lake, especially Merula’s. Matthew had been where she was several times before, feeling like everybody knew how to act at a party except for you. Matthew gritted his teeth,  moved towards the lake, both him and the guitar invisible, and started to play.

A A A A, D D, Em Em Em Em, D D…

***

Merula looked up, hearing the sounds of a guitar. It wasn’t a song she recognised, so she assumed it was some Muggle music. She could recognise the chords though. A A A A, D D, Em Em Em Em, D D… though she couldn’t see anyone playing. She walked through the students, ducking out of the way when she saw Matthew. He was talking with Chiara and Penny, but it didn’t look like how Matthew usually talked. Normally, he was reserved, quiet, a little hunched over. Not here. No, here it reminded her of some of the irritating sods in Preston’s gang. Merula scowled, before heading towards the music. Strangely enough, it seemed to be coming from inside the Lake… but that couldn’t be…

“Psst, Merula!”

She looked down into the water. There was her reflection, but next to it stood Matthew Luther, with a rune covered guitar.

“Don’t look at me!” he hissed, “Turn around and act like you don’t see me!”

Merula obeyed, turning on the spot. Secretly, she had been hoping for an explanation for his behaviour today; he had been amicable enough at first, but over the last few hours or so he had become rather cocky and boastful.

“Merula, that isn’t me.” he said, still playing the guitar, “That arse took my body!”

Her eyes widened. “He’s a changeling?!”

“If...if that’s what they’re called, yeah.”

Merula found it in her to smirk. “Really Luther, I forget how little you know about the Wizarding World.”

“It’s not my fault our Defence against the Dark Arts teachers have been rubbish.” he remarked.

“Eh, you’re not wrong there, they have been awful.” she admitted. “So how the hell did this happen?”

“Long story short: Some guy named Edwin appeared in the mirror saying he was trapped and needed help escaping.” Matthew explained, “I agreed, though I didn’t realise just how I’d be helping him.”

Merula stared at Edwin. Yes, she saw it now. It was like a Metamorphmagus had turned into him, or someone had used Polyjuice Potion. That’s why she’d felt so uncomfortable around him. Because it wasn’t Matthew. “So, how do we get him out?”

Matthew looked a little surprised. “Oh, I thought you’d suggest leaving me here.”

She laughed, genuinely, before shaking her head. “Luther, if I left you there this Edwin would have to be my rival. And I don’t like the sound of that at all. You’re my mortal enemy, Luther, and nobody gets to doom you for eternity except me.”

Matthew grinned through the water. “Thanks, Merula. Now, do you have anything reflective on you?” She shuffled through her pockets until she pulled out a silver comb.

“By the way, since when could you play guitar?” she asked, as Matthew appeared in the comb.

“Oh, my Dad taught me. I just know a few songs, though, not much.” he confessed.

“Alright...” began Merula, nervously moving towards the throng of students, “What do we do?”

“There’s a book in my bag called The Ramifications of Our Reflections.” Matthew explained, “It has some text in invisible ink that Edwin really didn’t want me to see, to our best bet is grabbing the book and finding out what it says.”

“Ah, so we’re stealing from him!” she declared quietly.

“Well, no, it’s my book!” Matthew yelled, before adding, “Well, it’s technically Snape’s, but he took it from me, so there.”

They neared the pile of everyone’s bags, and Merula bent down to grab hers, before manoeuvring towards Matthew’s satchel. Slowly, while eyeing the changeling, Merula bent down and grabbed the book, quickly placing it in her own bag. She took a sigh of relief, and quickly walked away.

“Now what?” she whispered, before seeing Ismelda.

“This party's boring. I’m heading back to the common room.” she declared.

“Good idea.” Merula said, walking with her. 

“Don’t worry, she can’t see me.” Matthew reassured her, “Now all we need to do is heat up the book and we can see the information.”

Merula nodded as they headed away from the party, but they were stopped on their way back by Edwin.

“Hey, wh-where you going?” he asked, his usual cocky demeanour in full swing.

“We’re leaving.” Merula declared, “This party is boring, and you shouldn’t have invited us.”

Edwin stared at her for a moment. “Is that so.” he said, not even trying to make it a question.

“Yeah...I’m leaving now...bye.” she said, heading off. Ismelda looked at her, then at Edwin.

“Wow, she really doesn’t like you.” she said, “What’d you do to her?”

“I would worry more about what I’m going to do.” Edwin growled.

“Merula...” Matthew began, “Get to my broom. It’s right by the lake.” When she looked at the comb, confused, Matthew just shouted “GO!” and that got her moving.

She sprinted back down the hill, where she saw the Cleansweep resting by a tree. She grabbed a hold of it and saw Edwin racing after her.

“Just wait a minute!” he yelled, as Merula kicked off the ground. Matthew quickly put the guitar onto his back as the ground fell beneath them, and soon they were soaring over the grounds once again.

“Now how’d she know the broom was there?” Rowan asked aloud. “Matthew, do you-”

“Curse them!” Edwin bellowed, heading off after her, wand in hand. Ismelda hissed.

“Oh no you don’t...” she muttered, running after him. Bill stood nearby, very much concerned.

“Something’s going on here...” he deduced, before joining the chase. Of course, Merula and Matthew had the advantage of having a broomstick, which allowed them to get to the other side of the school in very little time. They ended up on the second floor, just above the Great Hall.

“Nobody uses these toilets.” Merula explained, “Myrtle’s always kicking up a fuss.”

They headed into the girl’s bathroom, which was oddly quiet.

“That’s strange.” said Merula, “I wonder where she’s gone.” Matthew appeared in a mirror near the sink.

“That was close.” he admitted, looking on as Merula pulled Ramifications out of her satchel. “Now all we need to do is heat it up and we’ll be set. Be careful though, we don’t want to set it on fire.”

“Right.” Merula said, placing the book on the ground. Matthew moved closer, appearing in a puddle of water. “Incendio Parvus!” A small flame appeared on the tip of Merula’s wand, which she moved down towards the paper. “Hey, it’s working!” she said excitedly.

“Great! Find the part about freeing people from mirrors!” Matthew implored, placing down the guitar.

“Okay, okay...” she said, flicking through the pages.

“Um...Merula...” Matthew began, “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

“Hmph...it’s...I mean, it wasn’t you, was it? It was that changeling who was the arse.”

“I know, but I made the deal with him...” he lamented.

“Yeah, I know, but...” she paused, looking over at Matthew’s puddle. “Oh come on. He gave you what you wanted, right?”

Matthew considered this. “Yeah. I guess he did.”

Merula smirked again. “What’d you even ask for?”

Matthew suddenly looked nervous. “I...um, I just wanted advice. We’d had that argument yesterday, and so I was just...I didn’t want to make things worse every time I saw you, or anyone else.”

Merula frowned. “Th-That’s it?!”

“Yeah...that’s it.”

She looked at him through the water, before bursting into laughter. “What?” he asked, more confused than ever.

“Sorry, it’s just...” she paused to wipe her hair out of her face, “It’s weird how little you trust yourself. I mean, you make friends all the time. I’m the one who can’t make friends and can’t go to Hogsmeade.”

Matthew frowned at her. “You don’t have to talk about-”

“It’s alright.” she reassured him. “I-I just...it’s my aunt. She says I’m not doing well enough in Defence against the Dark Arts.”

“But that’s not fair, the teachers are total tw-”

“I know that.” said Merula, “But my aunt thinks that I need to revise more...and she’s my legal guardian...so...”

“Merula, I’m sorry. You know...if you wanted to, I could give you a hand with...you know, studying and stuff.”

“Is that so?” she said, flicking through the pages with her other hand. “I don’t know...we’re mortal enemies. I don’t know how I’d feel about- Ah ha!” she exclaimed suddenly, “Freeing those trapped in the Reflected Realm! Bingo!”

Matthew craned his neck to see, but to no avail. Merula seemed to notice. “Oh, right, sorry. If a wizard or witch has been trapped within the Reflected Realm, they must be freed by breaking the contract forged between them and a changeling. To do this, one must return to the mirror of entry, destroy the surface they made the deal with and recite the phrase “Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum.” From there, the changeling will return to the Reflected Realm once it touches any reflective surface.”

“Brilliant!” said Matthew, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Merula extinguished the flame. “Okay, okay! You remember the phrase, right?”

“Course. Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum.”

“Good. Where’d you make the deal?” she asked, packing the book away.

“The boy’s toilets. Sixth floor.” This caused Merula’s face to scrunch up.

“Look, it won’t be for long. Once I get to the mirror, we can leave right away and find Edwin.” he explained.

“...Fine. I’m gonna get you for this one day, Luther...”

“I hope you get the chance, Merula...I really do...”

A minute or two later, Merula had made her way to the sixth floor, and was standing right outside the boy’s toilets.

“C-Can’t I just wait outside?” she asked. Matthew nodded, before heading inside on his own, the guitar still on his back. He instantly came back out.

“I’m afraid you can’t, Merula.” he said nervously. Merula groaned, before poking her head into the room. Standing in the U-bend, in front of a large magical field, was the body of Matthew Luther, and the vile grin of Edwin.

“We meet again. I’m so glad I don’t have to hide from you anymore.” he said. Matthew sneaked into view on one of the nearby mirrors, glaring at the sphere.

“Listen to me, Edwin. I am the Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts,” Merula announced, “,and unless you vacate my mortal enemy’s body this instant, I will rain hell upon you!”

Edwin stared for a moment, before bursting into maniacal laughter. “Ooh, that’s a good one! I see why Matthew likes you!”

“I’m getting to that mirror, Edwin,” declared Matthew, “And you won’t stop me.”

Edwin pointed Matthew’s wand at Merula. “I somehow doubt that. I haven’t had a wand of my own in so long, I-”

“You still don't!” Matthew butted in.

“Silence!” Edwin yelled, sending Charm after Charm at the various mirrors. Merula watched as Matthew tried to mouth his words, before opting for a simple hand gesture. Merula pointed her own wand at Edwin.

“Sorry, I don’t take orders from you.” she sneered. “Flipendo!”

A burst of magic shot out of her wand at Edwin, who quickly moved out of the way, before yelling “Incendio!”, causing fire to leap towards Merula. She moved quickly out of the way, before pointing her wand back at Edwin, but he was faster. “Petrificus Totalus!” he shouted, sending a wave of paralysis at Merula, who felt herself fall to the ground. Matthew leapt towards the field of magic. He stepped through it, ending up on the other side with relative ease. Oh, the joys of the Reflected Realm, he thought to himself before reaching the mirror. Now he had to destroy it. He loosened his silver bracelet until it became a sort of fisticuff around his hand, and pulled back his arm.

“No!” roared Edwin, pointing Matthew’s own wand at him. “CRU-”

“Expelliarmus!”

Matthew’s wand flew out of Edwin’s hand over to the other side. Into the room came Rowan, Bill and Ismelda. But it wasn’t them that fired that disarming spell. It was Merula.

“It’s funny.” she said, “I never bought into that ‘wand chooses the wizard’ crap. But I think it well and truly has this time...changeling. Now, Luther!” she yelled, as the three newcomers looked around confused. Matthew took the bracelet and bashed it into the mirror. There wasn’t a scratch on the silver, but the mirror cracked into a thousand pieces.

“Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum!” he recited, as the several shards of the mirror began to glow. Blue ropes appeared between Matthew and Edwin, which snapped in two with a loud twang. Rowan pointed at the mirror. 

“Matt! What are you doing in a mirror? With a guitar?” they asked, flabbergasted.

Edwin glared daggers at his double. “Matt...my guy Matt...” he snarled, wiping the hair out of his face. “If you think getting that mirror broken was difficult, you’ll have one hell of a time putting me back-”

“Glacius Maledictus!” Matthew yelled, having picked up his wand. His bracelet glowing, ice began to coat the floor of the toilets. Perfect Ice.

Edwin looked down at his blue reflection. Matthew looked back up at him.

“...It’s a fair cop.” Edwin admitted. He looked at Merula. “A very fair cop...You know what Matt, I’ve changed my mind about you. You’re no coward. You just needed a push is all. And here I am to give it to you.” he stepped forward to Merula, grinning. “It’s been fun. You’ll thank me later.” Edwin leaned forward. There was a great flash of light, and Matthew was pulled up from the ice and into the motion. When he opened his eyes, his lips were on Merula’s. Rowan audibly gasped. Ismelda actually stopped picking her nails. Bill took a deep breath, knowing what was about to come next.

“Uuurgh!” They both said, disconnecting instantly, Matthew bringing a hand from behind Merula and her placing her feet firmly back on the ground. They both, however, couldn’t hide their very red faces.

“Oh, that bastard!” Matthew groaned, wiping his mouth.

“Yuck, yuck, yuck!” said Merula, spitting onto the ground. Suddenly, they heard his laugh. Rowan pointed downwards. Inside the glass was a boy in denim and a flannel shirt, scowling.

“I was just the first of the monsters of the mirrors.” he announced, “There’ll be more, trust me! And when they get out, they’ll-” “Incendio.”

There was a horrifying screech as the ice suddenly melted, until the bathroom floor was covered in water. Then there was silence. Ismelda smiled, before placing her wand back into her pocket. “That’s for messing with my friends.” she droned, before turning to Matthew. She looked at him for a moment, before slapping him across the face. “And that’s for kissing Merula.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Matthew said, rubbing his cheek, which was red for a completely different reason to Ismelda. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two figures appear in the mirror for a moment, nod, then vanish.

“Ok, now can someone please explain what’s going on?” Bill asked.

“I can try.” said Matthew, stretching his jaw. Merula was still a bright pink, and was still wiping her mouth. “Was I really that bad?” he snickered.

“It was...just a surprise, Luther.” Merula said stiffly. “Don’t worry. I won’t slap you. Just don’t get any ideas.”

Rowan looked at them all, aghast. “Sorry, but are we overlooking the fact that Ismelda just killed a man?!”

***

“So, in summary...” said Dumbledore, sitting at his desk, “It’s been quite an eventful day or two for you, hasn’t it?”

Matthew nodded rapidly. They were all now in the Headmaster’s Office, along with Professors Snape, McGonagall and Flitwick.

“I am just glad that you are okay, Matthew.” squeaked the smallest wizard. “Changelings are very dangerous forces of nature.”

“I would like to remind Mr Luther,” sneered Snape, “That the next time he sees something unusual in the mirror, he is to come straight to a Head of House...and that goes for all of you, too.”

The students all nodded. “Well, if that’s everything,” said McGonagall, “I do believe you will all need sleep after a long day like this.”

“Minerva is correct.” said Dumbledore, “Though, if you have any questions or concerns...”

“Actually...” said Merula, “There’s one thing I still don’t understand. Why was I the only person who could see Matthew in the Reflected Realm?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Now that is a very interesting stroke of luck. You see, a very powerful Artifact of Protection can sometimes lend its protection to others around them. It is likely that Matthew’s bracelet,” he explained, leaning towards the boy, “Has seen your connection as the closest, and has decided to protect both of you. And perhaps, more. I imagine Mr Khanna was unable to find Edwin while he was in Matthew’s body for a reason.”

“So...what does that mean?” asked Merula

“It means you, Matthew, are Merula’s Artifactidal Guardian.” he declared. Matthew looked down at his bracelet. Was that why he gave it to him?

“Hang on...how much of a guardian?”

Dumbledore’s eye twinkled knowingly. “Enough of one, Matthew.” he said.

Merula looked at him, turning a little pink still. “What does- What do you-” But Matthew understood. He pulled out the sheet that the riddle was written on, as well as his pen, and began to scribble on the back of the parchment. Then, he gave it to Merula. She read it. Her jaw dropped.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I Matthew Luther, Artifactidal Guardian of Merula Snyde, hereby give her permission to visit Hogsmeade.

Merula passed the letter to Dumbledore in silence, who read it and nodded. “Very well. Now, off to bed, chop chop.”

As they all walked down the stairs, Matthew felt Merula grab his shoulder.

“Thi-” she stammered, “Th-Thank you, Matthew. I don’t… You know, I-”

“Don’t worry about it, please.” Matthew said, smiling. “This changes nothing. You and I can still be mortal enemies.”

Merula grinned. “Gotcha.” she said, smiling. “Also...um...that was my first kiss.”

Matthew nodded. “Oh. Um...mine too.” He could see something flicker over her expression after that.

“Oh...well, I’m going to say it was with you, because if I don’t it would have been with Edwin, which is even worse.”

“Yeah, I understand.” Matthew said, a smile forcing its way onto his red face. “Well...there’s another Hogsmeade trip tomorrow...see you then...”

“Y-Yeah...see you then.” Merula said, before marching off. It took only a few days for them to get back to their usual bickering selves, but people noticed that for some reason they never argued and never insulted each other when they were in Hogsmeade. The few who knew why kept that secret close to their chests.

[austarus]

Harry Wells x Reader Crisis of Infinite Wells (Part 1 of 5)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @moonymartell​.

Word Count: 2177   

 Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    Part 5

***After finally getting caught up this week, I just have to say it’s been a roller-coaster of feels that I’ve been riding from the beginning all the way to episode 15. I refuse to believe we can’t get Harry back! Or that the multiverse is gone! And… I’ll just let my fic speak for what’s been on my mind for the past couple days. Hopefully, the writers are going to treat Harrison Wells kindly and stop breaking our hearts every so often. Tired of it and how they write off certain things with no legit explanation or just being plain forgetful. Sorry about the little rant, but this needed to be down. Comment down below if ya’ll think the content makes sense and if I should be a CW writer lol! Also please remember to reblog fics, that way more people able to see them and it gives us support too!! We are also content creators!

You fidgeted with your hands, playing with the ring on your finger. You were leaning back against the monitor close to the center of the cortex that had faced the main monitors. You nibbled on your bottom lip every so often as you waited for everyone to show up. Your brain mulled through what’s logically left, the crazy theory you had come up with in the middle of the night as your mind oddly recounted moments with team flash through the years. I really hope they don’t think I’m insane for this. You attempted to calm your nerves, and it worked for a few moments, but it only spiked when several sounds of footsteps made their way to your ears. Looking up, you gave everyone a smile as they shuffled into the Cortex.

“Hey,” you made a little wave gesture to everyone. You took in a little breath.

“Hey, we got your call. Did something happen?” Barry furrowed his eyebrows in question as he walked in. Standing with his hands in his pockets, the Scarlet Speedster stood beside Iris, who automatically took her place at the main monitor.

“Is it about Eva?” Iris asked right after Barry, running her hands on the desk. Cisco took the spot beside Iris, chewing on a Twizzler with a bag in hand, Kamila stole one from him when he wasn’t looking.  Ralph strolled in with Frost, he probably was giving her another life guidance lesson earlier, who only raised his eyebrows when Nash strode in after everyone.

You opened your mouth to answer, but got cut off by Ralph, “You invited Indiana too?”

“I’m as clueless as you are, for once, stretchy,” Nash piqued up, rolls his eyes at the Elongated Man. All eyes were back on you.

“I’m calling a Flash meeting and no, nothing happened. Nothing about Eva either. But…” You licked your lips and pocketed your hands into your jeans. “I, for some reason, came up with this crazy idea and I don’t know if it’s going to work.” You pushed off the monitor and walked around to stand behind it, as if hoping it can be a little barrier. “But maybe if I run it through you guys it’ll make some sense because something’s not right.”

“No kidding,” Cisco inserted with a little scoff, but you knew he didn’t mean to be rude, “ever since post-Crisis, nothing’s been right.” He made eye contact with Nash, who only gave him a look and crossed his arms. “No offence, Indy.”

“Stop calling me that!” Nash protested.

“Guys,” Barry caught Cisco and Nash’s attention, shaking his head at them. “Let her finish.” The speedster turned back to you, “Please.”

Taking in another breath, you crossed your arms and glanced down, collecting your thoughts before looking back up at them. Each and every one of them. They can tell you’re nervous and honestly, yes, the silence is killing you momentarily. But it’s now or never.

“I think,” you started, “I know how to bring the boys back.”

“The… boys?” Cisco asked. Barry tilted his head while Iris looked interested yet confused.

“Very specific,” Frost did not look amused. Ralph did that little confused nose crinkle. “Not gonna lie, but all the boys are here. In this room. Unless you’re talking about the Backstreet Boys, in which case I would understand.”Everyone looked back at Frost, “What? Their songs are good.”

“I’m talking about Harry.” The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted, all attention back to you. Your eyes weaved from each of them, gauging their reactions, especially Nash’s. “Sherloque. All the other Wells. Don’t you- Don’t you guys feel that something’s off?”

“(Y/N), listen-”

“No, Barry, please let me finish. Let me explain.” You licked your lips. “Don’t you guys find it weird that Nash is the only one with all his doppelganger’s psyches in his mind? We have doppelgangers too. Why isn’t Echo in Cisco’s head? Earth 2 Barry and Iris in our Barry and Iris’ heads? How come it’s just Nash?”

None of them could answer you. Nash, himself looked lost, but had glanced off to the side.

“Even Eobard was in his head and he wasn’t a Wells, just in a Wells’ body- Besides the point- No, I think this is a clue,” You continued with determination laced onto your features, standing up straight and exuding confidence. “A clue that The Monitor left behind. For us. A clue that can help us find all the earths, all our friends. And this is where my theoretical, but probably not, theory comes in. Iris, you’ve seen Eva control the Mirror Dimension, her “Mirror World” as we call it. Kamila experienced it firsthand.” Both ladies nodded in agreement. “What if all the other earths are hidden in dimensions like the Mirror Dimension? Scattered in different parts of the city, maybe even throughout all of earth. What if Jesse and Harry and Jay are just hidden in a pocket dimension? Yes, post-Crisis erased the possibility of the multi-verse existing, but that doesn’t include multi-dimensions.”

Cisco’s eyes lit up, walking around the main computer monitor and a bit closer to the center of the Cortex. “You’re talking about-”

“Dimensional Manipulation,” You and Cisco said simultaneously. A smile crossed your lips as you saw the gears in his head turning. Barry’s eyes also light up, his speedster brain in overdrive. Everyone else snuck peeks at each other, except Nash, who’s eyes only narrowed slightly.

“Like Edwin Gauss, Folded Man, the bus meta that DeVoe was after that could-”

“Open up dimensions and close them.” You finished with Barry. You let out a shaky breath, seeing realization dawn on all of them. You were beginning to feel giddy, things were making sense.

“Oh my god,” Iris whispered, running hand through her hair before resting it on her right arm. “But this is all theoretical, right?” She looked to Barry and Cisco before locking her gaze back onto you. “I mean we- we haven’t done anything involving dimensions?”

You shrugged your shoulders and walked a few steps towards the group, “We’ve done the impossible. Proven the theoretical, multiple times. Barry, you allowed your cells to quickly regenerate Ralph’s when you did a blood transfusion after Ramsey had attacked him. We have metas running around the city with theoretical powers, with our dashing hero in his red onesie-”

“-Hey, it’s not a onesie!-”

“-With superspeed. How many times are we going to let the word “theoretical” discourage us?” You pursed your lips. Barry nodded as you had spoken, everything making sense. Something is off. Frost and Cisco glanced at one another, agreeing that they’ve crossed the line of what’s possible and impossible before. “What’s once more Team Flash?” A smile played on your lips as you dared to say that.

Nash cleared his throat, your eyes locked onto his and you noticed a little glint within his blue irises. “So, you mean to tell me- tell us, that I can have my mind to myself again? The guys- I won’t have to see them or hear them?”

“I think so,” you folded your arms, “I know I’m just the team medic, but I really think I have a good idea on how to go about this. And what things to use- I just… I just wanted to run my theory by you guys. Especially Barry and Cisco, maybe we can tag Chester along to help. You three are the main tech guys here so…”

“What about me?” Nash raised an eyebrow at you along with a hand, to which he pointed to himself, and you inwardly cursed knowing that stubborn Wells trait was gonna show up anytime soon. “I can-”

“Are you requiring a bargain out of this too?” You smirked at him, jokingly. That shut the multiversal explorer up. You just looked at him as he let out a few words in a stutter. “You can help. One because if I told you not to, you were going to do it anyway.” Nash just sheepishly smiled and nodded to himself, because he knew he was anyway. “Two, you’re just as stubborn as all the other Wells men I’ve met. I just want you to not physically or mentally strain and/or harm yourself, doctor’s order.” Nash made a face knowing that statement followed with a “because”. “I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t if what we end up doing physically or mentally taxes your body, but I do have a backup plan since this is my area of general expertise.”

Nash seemed satisfied by your answer and smirked to himself, eyes looking off to the side before focusing back to you and the group. I wonder if Harry can hear me. Harry, I’m coming for you.

“Okay so,” Cisco started up, finishing a twizzler and walking over to stand beside you, “we’re going to find all these earths which could or could not be hidden in said pocket dimensions, yank out each Wells from Dusty’s head over here, meanwhile being able to catalog everything and being on the lookout for Eva and her two-face mirror clones. Do you have any idea how many earths there were? How many Wells there are in Nash’s head? Hell, how are we even going to manipulate dimensions-multiple dimensions-if we don’t have any leads?”

You snapped your fingers at him, “Well, here’s where the fun starts for our resident genius mechanical engineer.” Cisco smiled at your words. You walked around the main Cortex monitors, pulling up data and schematics, everyone crowds around you. “I’m thinking that there has to be some sort of fluctuation in this new world, whether it’s on the level of varying frequencies or on a subatomic-molecular level that’s distinct, but not too expansive that a person from Earth Prime can just find themselves in an alternate dimension.”

You took a drink of your water bottle as Cisco looked at the satellite schematics, nodding his head, “It’s possible, I may have to go over some algorithms and adjust them according to what we find. But nothing’s set in stone just yet until a trial is done.”

“What about hijacking Nash’s head?” Frost speaks up, pointing a thumb back to the geological myth-buster. “How are we going to do that?”

“Wait, back up. Does this mean that you guys are all on board with this?” You asked, taking a step back and looking at them all. You thought you’d have to do more to persuade them with everything going on.

“Well, yeah.” Barry shrugs, “It’s worth a shot and until we can find a legitimate reason not to, we can always try. Plus, no matter what happens, Harrison Wells is an essential part of the team. Especially Harry and Sherloque. So, what you got for us?”

You smiled widely to yourself, hope swelling inside your heart. “We’re going to need a couple of things that we’ve used the past couple of years. First, the MAD 2.0. I’m going to use that to enter Nash’s mind to find Harry and Sherloque, hopefully run this entire shebang all by them. A fresh set of eyes to see if there’s any holes we could fill.” Running a hand through you hair, you continued, “We’ve literally got a wells of information in Nash’s head, we could also use that to pinpoint how to get back at Eva.” Everyone, especially Iris and Kamila were more than satisfied by that idea. Eva’s Mirrorverse and Joseph’s Blackhole organization have been wreaking havoc since the post-Crisis events, harming more people than any other regular meta. “Second, we’re going to have to bring out the Mindscape device and Harry’s Cerebral Inhibitor. I think if we hook them up together, we’d be able to create a bridge from Nash’s mindscape to another Wells’.”

“But how are we going to separate them from my neural wavelengths?” Nash asked the million-dollar question.

“That’s where your Neural Splicer comes in! We connect that up to the Cerebral Inhibitor, which could allow us to simultaneously return each Wells to their respective bodies without going back and forth for every individual mindscape. Effectively separate their psyches from Nash without harming him. We’d just need to make sure everything is calibrated correctly.”

“And then I can have my mind to myself, finish going on my adventures.”

“No more voices, no more hallucinations.” You put your hands together. “The last thing we’d need is a dimensional extrapolator-”

“-Which won’t be possible unless we find a dimension and analyze its coordinates to create safe passage between our friends and our earth dimension.” Cisco adds glancing to Barry, who only rubbed the side of his face. It was a lot to take in, it took a while for your mind to wrap around every detail, every idea in order to fully make sure you knew what you were proposing.”

“So, what do we think?” Your eyes darted to each and every one of them. They looked to each other then to Nash, back to each other.

“When do we start?” Barry grins at you who’s currently leaning against the railing, seemingly speaking on behalf of the team as they nod at each other with confidence and determination.

[cals-sunflower]

mutual friend (e.h)

-Your pov-

I had been good friends with Kehlani since I first met her at some party. Today I wanted to spend time with her and my niece Adeya. So I got myself ready in some black sweatpants, a white polo short sleeve shirt, and black/red jordan 1’s. Nothing too crazy because I’m literally gonna chill out and we’re not really doing anything. I grabbed my stuff and texted her I was on my way to the house.

To Lani🦋: i’m on my way to you guys! can’t wait to see my baby :)

From Lani🦋: okay sounds good to me and i have a friend over. you’ll definitely like him and he’s single if you’re interested😉

To Lani🦋: stop messing with my love life lmao, don’t start with me

From Lani🦋: fine whatever just hurry up!!

The drive didn’t take long for me to get to her house, so I decided to vibe out to Harry Styles because who doesn’t listen to his music. There was no traffic and I am so thankful for that because I got to the house in no time.

Getting out the car, I knocked on the door and a boy answered it. He looked familiar but I couldn’t put a name to his face. He is definitely very attractive though.

“Hi, you must be Y/n! Nice to meet you, I’m Edwin,” the boy smiled and stuck his hand out for me to shake. So naturally I shake his hand and return the smile. “Yes, the one and only Y/n,” I chuckled light and he joined in as well. I walked into the house and closed the door behind me.

“They’re just outside right now and if I can say, you have a good style,” Edwin said as he lead me to the backyard. “Me? Look at your fit! Seems like you got more swag than me,” I cringed the moment I said that. Really swag? Of all words I could have used. He didn’t mind though because he started laughing. Wow, way to get nervous in front of him Y/n.

He opened the door leading to the backyard for me to walk first. So not only is he attractive as hell but also such a gentleman. Maybe Kehlani was right about this guy.

“Look Deya, it’s auntie Y/n!” Kehlani points at your direction. “Oh look at my baby. Getting so big now,” I picked Adeya up and kissed her cheeks making the little girl laugh and smile. I put her down and hugged Kehlani. “How are you doing sis?” She asked me pulling away from the hug. “Doing good just a little stressed with school and everything. What’s up with you?” I asked back and noticed how Edwin went to Adeya and started playing with her.

“I am doing great actually. Music is good and Adeya is doing good as well. I see you met Edwin, sooo what do you think?” She winks at me and it made me blush. I barely know this guy and he’s already making me blush. “Don’t start, he is very attractive to be honest,” I whispered to her and she laughed. “You guys are gonna get along so well,” you both walked to where Edwin was with Adeya and sat down.

-end of pov-

It’s been about 3 weeks since you first met Edwin and you guys had been hanging out ever since then. You found out he was in a boy band which made so much sense on how he looked familiar. But you enjoyed the time you spent with him because it was so natural to just be with him. Tonight was actually the first time you were gonna meet his group of friends because they were having a party and he wanted to invite you.

-Edwin’s pov-

I was incredibly nervous now that Y/n was coming over to party with us all. Starting to think I was catching feelings for this girl already. I mean the first time we met, she had a bright smile and she’s the sweetest person ever. Decided to help the guys make the food and put out snacks.

“Look at Edwin trying his best to make everything look good. I think it’s because of the girl that we’re meeting,” Brandon laughed at the way I was kind of freaking out. “Please shut up. It’s not that, I’m naturally nervous,” I tried to point out but even they knew that was a damn lie.

“That’s a lie Ed, you must really take a liking to her if you’re that nervous,” Twiggy turned to me. “Well yeah, she is gorgeous first of all and she’s kind of just like me. It’s crazy but I really like being around her,” I wasn’t able to stop the smile from showing in my face. “I really love that for you Edwin!! I’m happy for you even if you guys aren’t together yet because it seems like you guys are really connecting,” Maggie smiled at me.

—————

The party was kind of in full swing and I waited for Y/n to come. But just as I thought about it, she was walking through the door. She is wearing basic blue jeans, a graphic tee, and crocs. Even in that she is beautiful. Maybe I am falling too hard. I walked up to her and seen her smile. I smiled back and pulled her into a hug.

“It’s good to see you again stranger,” I didn’t want to let go of the hug but I knew I had to. “It’s good to see you too Ed,” she kissed my cheek and smiled once more. I could feel my face heating up but I ignored it. “Hey everyone, I want you to meet Y/n and Y/n meet the gang,” I said and told her everyone’s name by pointing to them. She smiled and waved at everyone, letting out a hi to everyone.

“Okay, I’ll get you plate of food. So you just sit down and make yourself confortable,” I said and kissed her cheek just as she had done to mine. “Wow, not only are you being really cute right now but you’re such a gentleman. Thank you for even inviting me,” she touched my arm and walked to the couch where the girls were sitting at. Man she’s making me crazy.

-Your pov-

Was that a little too forward? and did I really just say he was cute out loud? Yikes hopefully that didn’t make him uncomfortable. I was waved over by the girls to come sit with them and I walked over to the couch and sat down.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Izzy, I assumed because I was still getting used to names asked me. “I am doing okay. Just school is taking a toll on me but I’ll be okay, thank you for asking,” I smiled at her. “Oh wow, what do you study?” Maggie asked.

“I am a fashion major right now and it’s my final year of college,” I said. “You definitely look like someone who loves fashion,” Ansley pitches into the conversation. Edwin came back with my food and headed it to me.

“There you go beautiful, hope you like it,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “I am sure I’m gonna love it, thank you again for inviting me,” it was hard to stop smiling. He was being sweet and tried his best to make me feel comfortable. “I’ll be over there if you need anything else. Just shout out to me,” he stood there for a moment and I replied with an okay before he walked off.

I turn back around to the girls and see them smiling. “Hmm I see a ship about to sail soon,” Ansley says. “Yeah totally, what’s going on with you two?” Izzy adds in. “I mean we’ve been hangout and getting to know each other more. He’s really sweet too,” I said while putting food into my mouth. Which to my surprise it was super good.

“I can’t wait until you guys get together,” Maggie said which made me blush getting embarrassed by the situation. The girls and I began talking to the boys that where also at the house. Everyone was crazy nice and it made me feel welcomed. I feel like I fit with his friends which is a plus in itself. Nick put on a playlist and I heard Candy Rain by Soul for real which is one of my favorite songs. Everyone was dancing to the music and it made me want to dance.

“Edwin, come here you have to dance with me!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me. “What do you know about this song? Hmm I like your taste,” He spun me around and we were both mouthing the words of the song.

-Edwin’s pov-

We were having a moment that I didn’t want end. We have a lot in common for us only just meeting weeks ago. I never realized how much I liked having her in my arms until she is in them right now.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” I smiled at her already smiling face. “I’m glad you invited me really. Your friends are amazing and I’m happy I got to meet them,” she replied. As we danced, I began looking at her lips. The way I wanted to kiss her right in this moment was baffling to me.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’re over thinking,” she asked with concern for me. That definitely made my heart flutter. “Is it- is it okay if I kiss you right now?” I was anxious over the question but she nodded her head with that bright smile of hers. I wasted no time in connecting our lips together. The kiss was tender and sweet. Not rushed at all. I could smell the vanilla perfume she had on and taste the mint chapstick flavor on her lips. We pulled away for air and just looked at each other. I pull her closer to me and just smile.

“Wow Ed, thought you’d at least take a girl out on a date before you go and kiss her,” she laughed. “But I don’t mind, I have wanted to do that since we first started hangout,” she added in. “I’ve waited to do that too. Happy that the feelings are mutual,” I replied.

“Thank goodness for Kehlani, I would have never met your cute self,” Y/n spoke once more and she wraps her arms around my neck. “Yeah, thank goodness for her. How about we go on a date Saturday? If you aren’t busy,” I was confidently happy she felt the same way I did. “I’d love that Edwin but for now just kiss me again,” she bit her lip. “No problem with doing that,” I pulled her even more closer to me and kissed her again.

[marvelstarwarsetc]

All We Know- Daryl Dixon

PART NINE

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Violence, Gore (The fact that its the walking dead should be warning enough lol)

Summary: Finding her way back to her sisters was all that mattered to her. When the world ended she had lost everything, so finding them became all that mattered. Or at least, it was, until she stumbled across a redneck hunting in the woods.

*Starts in Season 1 and will be a multi part fic*

Part One  Part two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven  Part Seven (Daryl’s POV)  Part Eight

Dr. Edwin Jenner was a kind-looking man in his mid to late 40′s, his light brown hair was just starting to grey, whether from age or the stress of the new world was yet to be determined. He worked at the CDC as a virologist before the world turned, and according to him was the only one who stuck around when it became obvious there was nothing they could do to stop this from spreading. 

After he granted the worn down group entry after they all submitted to a blood test, his guarded expression and apprehension for the other survivors fell and he opened them with seemingly open arms.

It was when Jacqui mentioned no one had had a decent meal in days that Dr. Jenner served up a kind of feast that no one in the group had seen in a long time. The round table was filled with bowls of pasta and a seemingly endless supply of wine, and the group all sat around tables with warm happy expressions. Even Andrea wore a small smile, and Y/n’s smile widened a little at the sight.

The Harrison sisters still hadn’t spoken a word to each other, both still too upset with the other over the things that had happened at the quarry. So while Andrea sat on one end of the table between Dale and Shane, Y/n kept her distance on the other end as she sat with Glenn and T-dog. 

Dr Jenner had offered to fix up the younger Harrison’s battered face a little better than Lori and Carol could, and the mix of appropriate medical supplies and antibacterial cream had already made a huge difference on her face. The swelling had gone down significantly, and her vision was finally clear again thanks to that fact. 

“You know, in Italy, children have a little bit of wine with dinner. And in France,” Dale stopped behind Carl as he was filling everyone’s empty glasses at the table. He was looking to Lori for confirmation, who seemed conflicted for a second before she shook her head.

“Well, when Carl is in Italy or France, he can have some then.”

“What’s it gonna hurt? Come on. Come on.” Rick gently tried to convince his wife, his eyebrows wiggling playfully at her as he did so. The action made Y/n’s smile soften at the playful family banter, and her eyes met her sister’s from across the table before they both looked away again. 

Finally Lori conceded and Dale laughed lightly while he handed Carl a glass with half an inch of wine in it. “There you are, young lad.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch as Carl looked at the liquid in his glass with a curious expression, before lifting the glass to his lips and took a small sip.

When Carl let out a sound in disgust everyone laughed at the young boy, and then Y/n found herself looking across the table to where Daryl sat up on a counter, laughing along with everyone else and seeming relaxed. He had a handgun shoved into the front of his jeans, sticking out around the yellow plaid shirt he was wearing, the sleeves of course torn off like all of his other shirts. Y/n briefly noticed the small patch of skin by his stomach that was exposed thanks to the gun, and she quickly averted her eyes when she felt her face start to heat up. But of course the action didn’t go unnoticed by Glenn, who looked at her with a smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows, garnering a punch to the arm.

“That’s my boy. That’s my boy. Good boy,” Lori praised her son, pulling him to her in a side hug before she picked up his glass and poured the wine into her own.

“Yuck. That tastes nasty.”

“Well, just stick to soda pop there, bud,” Shane told his best friend’s son, handing the small boy a can from the center of the filled table.

Daryl jumped off the counter at that, and rounded over to Glenn. “Not you, Glenn.”

“What?” Glenn asked the hunter in a confused tone, watching as he grabbed the bottle of wine off the able where Dale had put it down and filled Glenn’s glass to the top.

“Keep drinking, little man. I wan’ see how red yer face can get.” He shook the Korean’s shoulders, everyone laughing at the sight.

It didn’t go unnoticed when Y/n finished the last of what was in her glass and pushed it to the center of the table, seemingly done with drinking for the night. Daryl only clicked his tongue and grabbed the glass, filling it a little less than he had filled Glenn’s and pushed it back into the blonde’s hand. “Uh-uh, yer not done yet either sunshine!”

Y/n went to say something in her defense when Rick started to tap his fork against his glass, everyone stopping to look at the man.

“It seems to me we haven’t thanked our host properly,” He declared, turning everyone’s attention to where Dr Jenner sat off to the side by himself.

“He is more than just our host,” T-dog added, earning a chorus of hear hears and a loud booyah from Daryl.

The doctor smiled at the sentiment for a moment, before Shane spoke up, turning the happy moment into a somber one.

“So when are you gonna tell us what the Hell happened here, Doc? All the—the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?”

“We’re celebrating, Shane. Don’t need to do this now,” Rick tried to stop his best friend, but Shane wasn’t having any of it as he continued.

“Whoa, wait a second. This is why we’re here, right? This was your move—supposed to find all the answers. Instead we—we found him. Found one man, why?”

“Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left, went off to be with their families. And when things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted.” The doctor explained, yet Y/n could sense he was leaving something out.

“Every last one?”

“No, many couldn’t face walking out the door. They… opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time.”

“You didn’t leave. Why?” Andrea asked.

“I just kept working, hoping to do some good.”

With that everyone went quiet, not exactly knowing what to say further. The happy mood had gone now, and Glenn looked to Shane with a disappointed look. “Dude, you are such a buzz kill, man.”

----

When it was clear that there would be no more celebrating for the night Dr Jenner guided the group down to the living area.

“Most of the facility is powered down including housing so you’ll have to make do here. The couches are comfortable, but there are cots in storage if you like. There’s a rec room down the hall that you kids might enjoy. Just don’t plug in the video games, okay? Or anything that draws power. The same applies—if you shower, go easy on the hot water.”

“Hot water?” Glenn asked excitedly, looking around towards the rest of the group with a huge smile.

“That’s what the man said!” T-dog confirmed as the two ran off down the hall laughing.

----

After Y/n had taken advantage of the hot water, she found herself roaming the halls of the CDC aimlessly, looking for someone to hangout with as she couldn’t take being alone right now. When she was alone her mind drifted to places she’d rather not think of, and sleep wasn’t an option right now as the things she was trying to avoid while awake always caught up to her while she was sleeping.

In her aimless walking she found herself getting lost in her head anyway, and when Daryl’s voice boomed down the hallway after her she jumped in surprise, earning her a soft laugh and a shake of the head from the hunter. 

“Where ya off to?” He asked, a bottle of whiskey held in his hand. He regarded her with a soft smile, and she shrugged her shoulders in response to his question, not having a better answer.

“Just walking, I guess,” She started. “Didn’t really feel like being alone,” She admitted, and Daryl looked at her for a second before he turned in the other direction abruptly and started walking off down the hallway. 

When she didn’t follow him for a moment he looked back over his shoulder at her.

“Well c’mon then girl.”

----

The two found themselves sitting on the floor of the room Y/n had claimed for the night. They both sat with their backs pressed against the couch, sitting far enough away from one another that they weren’t touching, but close enough to where they could if they both moved over an inch. 

For a while neither said anything, just sat in a comfortable silence as they passed the bottle of whiskey to one another quietly. 

“So why ya ain’t wanna be alone?” He asked her in a quiet voice, looking ahead of them at the wall. 

She looked over at him for a fraction of a second before looking back at the wall too, shrugging her shoulders yet again.

“Bein’ alone is hard sometimes I guess,” She admitted in a small voice.

“ “M sorry bout Amy, by the way. Don’ think I ever said nothin.”

She found herself looking at the man beside her. This up close she could see that his shaggy hair was a little darker brown than she had originally thought, still lighter than Rick’s brown locks. His facial hair had grown a little longer than it was when they had first met in the woods, but she could tell he must have trimmed it to be a little neater when he showered earlier. His muscled arms had a warm tan that went all the way up to his shoulders, probably in thanks to the fact that none of his shirts had sleeves and he spent most of his time in the woods. She could also tell that he probably spent most of his time outside before the world turned, as his tan didn’t seem like it was anything new to the hunter.

When he finally looked over at her she faced back towards the wall, her face heating up at being caught staring. 

“I never thanked you,” She started, finishing when he gave her a confused look.

“For taking out that walker I didn’t see back at camp, when everything happened.”

“Ya don’ gotta thank me for that, Walker was comin’ at ya. Wasn’ gon’ let it get ya.”

She hummed in response before gently taking the bottle from him and downed a good amount of the amber liquid, scrunching her face up when the burn registered in her throat.

“Can I ask ya somethin’?” He questioned suddenly, causing her to look back at him again. He was staring at her face intently, and after a moment she realized he was looking at her various cuts and bruises. She hummed in answer to him and he stopped for a second before continuing.

“Why ya let ‘er do that to ya?”

For a second she was caught off guard because the more she thought of why, the more she didn’t know why. At the time it was because she knew she could take a hit and that Andrea needed to blow off some steam. She was just so used to letting people blow off steam that she didn’t even realize that it was wrong. 

“She needed to blow off some steam,” Y/n responded lamely, avoiding his eyes and what she might see in them.

But if she had looked over at the hunter she would have seen something in his eyes she wasn’t expecting. Understanding. It was then that Daryl understood that taking a beating wasn’t something new to Y/n. Even if taking it from Andrea was. She was used to taking that kind of behavior. It was something he knew all too well, and it was something he never wanted her to take again.

“Don’ mean ya gotta be the one to take it.”

She was going to say something back to him, but suddenly came back to her senses and changed the topic entirely. For the rest of the night the two just continued to pass the bottle to each other, making small talk and staying away from anything personal. Even if they both wished they could tell the other more about themselves. 

[brattonez]

onlyfans | a. porter

Austin hadn’t told a soul about it. 

It wasn’t that he was embarassed about it. It more about the fact that he felt as if he had told someone about her, they would end up just like how he was now. He fell upon her on the popular porn site a month ago and hadn’t spent a day since without looking at one of her videos. It became so much that he would isolate himself in his room for a while randomly during the day. 

And of course, the boys wondered if something was wrong. Brandon, being the first to pull him to the side and ask if anything was going on. “Nah man trust me, I’m cool.” Is all Austin would say to the pondering questions. Was he though? He didn’t even know anymore. Is it normal to be completely infactuated with a woman you’ve never met in real life? Is this how his fans feel? 

Sitting at his desk in his room, he sighed. His eyes trailed towards his room door, making sure it was locked. He looked at his phone for any texts that would come in the way with what he was about to do and he was more than relieved to see that there weren’t any. Opening up his laptop, he immediately went to her page and smiled once he saw a brand new video uploaded. Clicking on it quickly, a visual of her wearing some fancy purple lingerie graced his screen. Inhaling deeply, he grabbed his lotion and slowly got to work. “Fuck...” Austin mumbles, pleasure ingulfing his entire body as he throws his head back and closing his eyes. 

“Don’t work yourself up too quickly, Austin.”

The 22 year old boy’s entire body freezes. His eyes open and he can’t believe what he sees. The girl that he had been frantically fantasizing about for about a month was right in front of him. On her knees, between his legs, to be exact.  “Wha-” She cuts him off, her hands gripping his thighs tightly. “Don’t speak. You don’t wanna alarm the boys, do you?” She giggles as she eyes his shaft in his hands. “Mm, is this for me?” She asks him before replacing his hand with her own. “Thank you.” 

Austin, bewildered and aroused, brings his hands to his side and watches as she draws a long lick from his base all the way to his tip. His mouth opens, a loud gasp escaping as he tenses up. She moans as she takes him into her mouth, slowly easing down his shaft. Trying her best to fit as much as she can.  Austin brings his hand to the back of her head, guiding her down. She takes this time to bring her free hand to his thigh, caressing and gripping it for extra stimulation. His eyes were closed again, head thrown back. 

This was something he had never felt before. He started to moan louder, suddenly not caring about who would hear him. She begin to hollow her cheeks, sucking him harder. Opening his eyes, he looks down to meet with her eyes looking up at him. They stare at each other for what feels like forever. She takes him out of her mouth and strokes him, smirking. “Does it feel good, Austin? Hm? Does it feel good, baby?” She softly asks him, stroking him faster. He rapidly nods his head, unable to speak as he begins to feel a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. She shakes her head. “I need to hear you, honey.” 

With his chest beginning to heave, Austin speaks. “It feels good. Its f-feels soooo g-good...” He tries to his best but soon just starts repeating his sentences over and over. She smiles before inching closer to him. “Are you gonna cum for me?” Now sweating and squirming, he answers quickly. “Yes...” A small giggle comes from her before she ingulfs him in her mouth again. She didn’t need to say anything else. Austin had already got the message. 

His entire body stiffen. Behind his closed eyes, white spots could be seen. Loud gasp escaped his mouth as his orgasm took over him. She gladly accepted his cum, swallowing it all. 

Slowly coming down, Austin opened his eyes. Confusion written all over his face. The girl was gone. His computer screen had went into sleep mode and his desk was ruined. He looked to his left and his right, she was nowhere to be seen. “W-what the f-” A loud knock on his door cuts him off. 

“Yooo, Austin. I know we all got our needs man but next time can you be a little quieter?” Nick’s voice from the door says. “Yeah bro, the whole house heard you singing notes we ain’t ever heard you sing before!” Zion adds. Austin, too much in shock to understand, looks at his computer and sees that he never played the video he was going to. 

Sighing deeply, he leans back in his chair and looks up at the ceiling. He’s silent for a moment before mumbling to himself. 

“I have a fucking problem.” 

A/N: Annddddddd WE BACK!!! With all thats going on, my spring break was extended and gave me just enough time to start writing again. ITS BEEN MONTHS. Anyways, this idea popped in my head while I was on twitter so here it is. I picked Austin because I feel like if any of them was to be in a situation like this...it would be him. Or it could Edwin too. Idk lol. But tell me what yall think in the notes. Yall know I love feedback!

[brw]

4, 10, 32 and 33 for the marvel comics asks? ♥

4 - favourite x-men villain

the writers uh there’s a lot i like! x-men are. vv good with villains tbh. i feel like i’m cheating if i say Mag Neet Toe because a) obvious and b) technically he’s not a villain anymore he’s a,,, p*litician 🤢🤢🤢 i would. also like to say Mystique but idk if she counts? but u know what i guess nobody really counts as a villain anymore because they’re all.. basically forced to be friends so i say mystique! she’s canonically bisexual and has a wife and i LOVE THEM SM it’s. very good. she has GUNS and is VIOLENT and ANGRY and while also 😔 very sexualised but u know comics a woman can’t be in any way unattractive if she has any one of these traits. but she’s cool and she vibes and yes she’s,,, a shitty mother but u know what we let magneto get away with his awful treatment of pietro n wanda (and lorna tho i. haven’t read too much of them together tbh shshsjnshj) so. she gets the Gay Pass. anyway bring back her wife or suffer her wrath 🙃🙃🙃 honourable mention to my best girl madelyne pryor i absolutely LOVE her but she deserves so much better then what she gets so. hshshhs

10 - what character has the best character development?

honestly i could name a LOT but partially because writers are inconsistent as hell it’s actually hard to say,,, but tbh i’m gonna go with my underrated fave wonder man. man had a chronic anxiety disorder for a good few years and was Struggling and honestly like. same. everyone else goes right ahead into danger and he’s just freaking out in the background and is AWARE of this and feels ashamed for not being strong enough emotionally despite being one of the most powerful members. and u know what? checks himself and decides to do something he loves (acting) which helps him with his confidence! he actually gets better and begins to Grow and Learn. then there’s a. slight degression in the 80s and 90s but shhh comics during that time were generally... b*d. BUT. he then kinda becomes more Normal, kinda a jokeish character tbh at some points and just kind of there to Punch and act as filler. THEN. has a slight Mental Breakdown (had a few of those in the 80s & 90s) and by the end of it decides that enough is enough and that he does not want to cause people any more harm, which is ESPECIALLY meaningful when u remember that he is canonically a survivor of childhood physical abuse at the hands of his father & brother. he makes the DECISION despite his background and despite his strength to be a pacifist, to not resort to violence because he feels like he’s hurt too many. much like how he decided to be a hero despite previously getting incarcerated for embezzlement. simon has messed up multiple times, and has suffered through so much and (especially during the 80s-90s) has been angry and destructive (rightfully so) but despite that he refuses to let it consume or be his defining characteristic and chooses to be a pacifist and i. i love him a lot ok.

32 - which character has the coolest powers?

I’D LOVE TO NAME WANDA IF PEOPLE COULD ACTUALLY DECIDE WHAT THEY WERE LIKE I--

um. but there’s! a lot i like. obviously i like my mans wonder man who is A Being Of Pure Ionic Energy or whatever the fuck, straight up no organs where did they go what happened why did him being able to turn purple snatch his organs??? BUT. also am a big big fan of mr reed richards and his horrifying stretchy long body 

he’s gross. disgusting. body horror rep we all need i love him so dearly cdhdhdh. i also LOVE LOVE LOVE the silver surfer’s powers he’s cool as hell. man just floats around in space naked on a surfboard and honestly king. me too. you wish you could be half as cool as motherfuckign norrin radd of zenn-la. monica rambeau’s powers are also awesome like??? she can become ANY kind of energy she wants that’s dope. like she can even duplicate unknown energies if she see’s it for long enough... honestly imo the BEST captain marvel. she’s so cool. i’m love her.

33 - who’s your favourite character without powers?

OOO BOY. there’s. quite a few i like. edwin jarvis, the butler of the avengers is,,, probably my fave lmao. he’s trying SO hard n he’s so sweet and. honestly a miracle he’s alive. anyone that goes in or out of that mansion is his child no matter who you are. his dad vibes are immense. i,,, i love him a lot. also robbie robertson (epic fucking name btw /s) from the daily bugle who is. honestly a legend. i could probably read... a LOT more spiderman comics but. i love him a lot he’s very supportive and caring and. i trust this man. the only man in the news business with right tbh. everyone else GET OUT.

marvel comics asks!

[nightsonights]

sfw alphabet- z.k.

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author’s note: HUGE shoutout to the absolute queen @reveriekuwonu for this idea. her work is so so amazing and she’s so credibly talented. she did this for both nick and edwin so please please go check those out!!

also, this is not 100% reflective of the boys, zion in particular. i (obviously) don’t know them personally so these are all based on the assumptions/vibes that i get off them.

•••

A= Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

zion is moderately affectionate. he isn’t serenading you constantly or bringing you gift baskets and chocolates but from time to time, he’ll get you your favourite meal or perfume. you guys are practically best friends who are in love and in a relationship. he shows his affection through constantly spending time with you or just by simply telling you that he appreciates and loves you.

B= Best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

HE IS YOUR NUMBER ONE SUPPORTER. zion is down for anything and everything. smoke a joint? down. turn up? down. late night run to mcdonald’s? down. you’d start being friends with him through meeting at parties hosted at the pm house or through mutual friends. you both share the spotlight when it comes to getting lit so overtime, you learned to share it.

C= Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

zion is a meaningful cuddler. he likes to cuddle in silence and enjoy your presence. he would enjoy cuddling after a long day with something playing on the TV. the vibe is overall reflective. he is reflecting over his life or his goals or even being with you. his favourite cuddling spot would be resting his head on your stomach or your thighs.

D= Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

one day. zion can imagine himself one day with a wife and kids and like five simba’s running around but that’s very far down the line for him. he can cook and be clean when he wants to but often times finds himself slacking. however, when he puts his mind to a recipe or making a place look decent, he does an amazing job.

E= Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

zion isn’t totally immature about it. he’s not gonna go around spreading details or be butthurt about it. maybe make some unpointed ig story remarks but he’ll get over it. good with hanging around ex(s) after splitting just cause he doesn’t fuck with the negativity. but i do see him hooking up with one for old times sake.

F= Fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

marriage is something that zion can see in his life, just not anytime soon. isn’t very scared of setting down per say but he’s not at the stage of his life where he wants to fully be (and legally) accountable for someone else.

G= Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally)

LITERALLY THE SOFTEST PERSON YOU’LL EVER MEET. under that hard exterior, he’s a soft, giant teddy bear. he is emotionally gentle when he knows that he can trust you and vice versa. physically he’s the same. IN BED THO... girl. we won’t talk about that ;).

H= Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

zion’s hugs are overwhelming to anyone. he literally engulfs you into his chest and towers over you with his height. being in his embrace feels like another world; your own personal shelter. he doesn’t mind being hugged but he finds it quite awkward if the person isn’t the same height as him. these types of hugs come forth when you’re feeling down or if he feels like he hasn’t held you in a while.

I= I love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

zion isn’t one to just say ”i love you” to anything or anyone. he will definitely feel like he’s in love for a long time before he actually says it out loud.

J= Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

zion is definitely a petty jealous. he will just hit you with those passive aggressive remarks like “go hit up your mans” or “tell your man he’s staring too hard.” he doesn’t take it too seriously though cause he knows you’re his girl and he trusts you.

K= Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MANS LIPS? LORD. zion’s kisses are always passionate and sexy. tongue, biting of the lips, etc. make out sessions are very common between the two of you. he loves to kiss your lips and loves to receive neck/jaw kisses.

L= Little ones (how are they around children?)

zion’s really shy around kids. the soft side of his personality comes out when he encounters a child. definitely nervous about making them upset or doing the wrong thing so he tries to avoid doing too much. he’d be an excellent dad once he stops tip toeing around his kid.

M= Mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with zion are usually spent with puffs of smoke and tangled limbs under sheets. this is zion’s time of reflection and appreciation. whether that be because of his joint or not.

N= Night (how are nights spent with them?)

if the night isn’t spent partying or mixing beats in the studio, they are spent cuddling while watching reruns of old shows or cartoons. lots of inappropriate gripping and touching but overall pretty chill.

O= Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

zion is definitely one to have you piece together his biography slowly but surely. he’s not afraid to be vulnerable but it will take him a while to open up to someone. he needs to feel like he’s not being judged or ridiculed of the things that mean a lot to him in order to talk truthfully about them.

P= Patience (how easily angered are they?)

believe it or not, zion is very patient. he often holds his tongue to avoid unnecessary conflict. however, he will let things accumulate untill he’s reached his breaking point and feels like he needs to get shit off his chest. and when zion talks his shit- it’s over for y’all hoes.

Q= Quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

zion’s a good in between. he won’t remember the name of your first goldfish but he will remember your common phrases or actions. zion remembers things that are relevant to you and your relationship, not random fun facts.

R= Remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

your first time meeting his family or the moment where you both admitted you had feelings for each other.

S= Security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

zion is super protective. he will throw hands for you, no questions asked. when it comes to protecting his family and friends, he doesnt care who was in the wrong or who it is. zion doesn’t so much need to be protected physically (although he wouldn’t mind you throwing hands for him ) but he likes to feel emotionally protected and valued. he appreciates someone he can express his hardships to and not worry that they will repeat it to someone else.

T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

because he’s very spontaneous and down for anything, every activity feels like a date. zion will remember something that you mentioned in passing and say let’s go do it. Because all your dates are very informal and chill, he would take anniversaries and special occasions really seriously. even going as far to make them extra cheesy and heartfelt :).

U= Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

zion is a silent angry. he doesn’t feel the need to mention every little thing that makes him angry so he expresses his anger in silent and passive aggressive ways. when you try to help him or fix it the problem, he brushes it off just cause he would rather avoid the unnecessary argument. when zion gets in these types of moods, he can be very grumpy and agitated which doesn’t help either of you.

V= Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

coming from a chubby childhood, zion often is self conscious about his weight. people might take it as him being cocky or fuckboy-ish when he shows off his abs but really he’s just proud of his progress/workout regiment.

W= Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

definitely. you and zion do some much together that if you were ever to leave for some reason he would definitely feel like he’s missing his better half.

X= Xtra (a random headcanon for them)

will never ask for it but loves when you take control in the bedroom. loves the feeling of your hands in his hair. is a whore for neck/jaw kisses. especially when hickies are involved.

Y= Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

someone who is boring or doesn’t want to take risks. as mentioned before, he’s a very energetic and spontaneous so if his partner isn’t as equally as adventurous it’s a major turn off. zion also isn’t keen of someone who is always calling him out for smoking weed or being high. his fans already do that so much already, he doesn’t need his significant other doing the same.

Z= Zzz (what is a sleep habit(s) of theirs?)

zion definitely likes being the small spoon. his ideal sleeping position is his head resting on your stomach, thighs or chest.

[prettymuchdolansbitch]

moved on | Zion Kuwonu

zion had made it clear to you that he wanted to be single on tour but you guys could stay friends

for the first few weeks of tour, you guys talked almost everyday. whether it was texting or actually calling one another.

the first day you didn’t hear from him you didn’t make a big deal out of it assuming he was busy all day. after a week of not hearing from him, you knew something else was up.

you didn’t push it but you still tried to talk to him. everytime you texted him there was always an excuse. your friend izzy had invited you to go out with them to promote young and reckless.

you agreed because you saw their pieces and actually thought it was dope. and it was a chance to see some friends you haven’t seen since the boys left on tour.

you met at Izzy’s house to get ready and whatnot. at the fair you stayed with izzy most of the time. At one point her and neveah ran away to have their own mini shoot. that left you with their friend Choppy and some other people.

You and choppy walked around with everyone else but stayed a little behind. “So have you talked to zion lately?” he asked shyly.

“no not really. which is weird, honestly” you said wrapping your arm around the giraffe that izzy had won. “No yeah i get that. ever since that girl on the bus, he hasn’t really-“

you stopped walking. “what?” you felt your heart shatter. “oh shit. you didn’t know? i thought- i’m so sorry y/n”

you wanted to burst out in tears. izzy and neveah had just caught up to you guys. “what happened?” izzy asked seeing you frozen.

“iz i gotta go. um i’ll text you this weekend or something “ you handed her the giraffe and ran to the parking lot. before you could even choose a song, you sped out of the lot towards your home.

you sat in silence to gather yourself. how could he? and just drop you? who even was she? did izzy know when she invited you out? were you the only one who had no clue?

before you knew it, you were in front of your secret beach. you didn’t know how you ended up there but you didn’t fight it either.

2 months later

the past 2 months have been a rollercoaster. the night you found out that zion had girls on the bus, you had met someone who also considered your secret beach, their secret beach.

the best part? he was probably the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever met. at first you thought he was a close second to zion but after 2 months of constantly hanging out, you learned so much about Grayson.

His goofy personality had won you over as well as how much of a gentleman he is. You felt like you were seeing a man rather than a teenage boy. Granted he was also 20, you just felt different.

Izzy and Choppy had tried to convince you to go to the boy’s last show in LA, but you would’ve rather be with Grayson. Unfortunately for you, Grayson had a work party.

You sighed as you told izzy you’d go with her to the show.

You agreed to pick her up for the show and you guys go together. You weren’t planning on drinking as you normally would, but you know izzy was going to.

you guys had just made it on time to see the boys before they had to get on stage. izzy ran up to edwin and you were saying hi to some of zions friends.

as you were saying hi to wolfie a loud booming voice was behind you. You and zion both turn to each other at the same time. “Hey” you smile and hug him. “Oh hey.” he hugged you back and wolfie left scared to hear what was gonna happen next.

you guys didn’t say anything so you decided to get up and leave. “um i’m gonna go find izzy. have a good show.” before he could respond, you pushed past the crowd so that he wouldn’t follow.

“bro what the fuck was that?” wolfie said rushing up to zion. “she wasn’t begging for me back? i’m confused i thought you said she was upset that i was gone?” zion said leaning up against the wall.

“she looked like it last time i saw her. but that was before y’all went on tour.” zion nodded.

“i thought she would get jealous and blow up my phone after she found out that there were groupies on the bus, but she just didn’t. and we haven’t spoke in like 2 months.” zion started realizing stuff.

after the show

after the show, zion was exhausted. his mind was racing trying to think of reasons for why you never hit him up after the scandal. he mainly avoided the reason as being another guy. performing and thinking about you had him out of breath by the end.

zion was able to catch you before you could escape. “wait y/n before you go, can we talk?” He asked putting his hands in his pockets.

“yeah, here or?” she asked while grabbing her keys. “can we go to your house?” zion asked full of hope. “mm i don’t think so. my uh boy friend wouldn’t like that..” you said playing with your keys.

“boyfriend?” zion said in shock. “well yeah, after i heard about your little groupies i thought you were completely over what we had so i wasn’t going to wait for you to come home.” you shrugged.

“oh um okay.. good i’m happy for you.. listen i gotta go shower and then meet some fans so maybe i’ll catch you later..” zion said not making eye contact.

the last thing he wanted to do was push you away. he wanted you to beg for him. but he knows that’s not gonna happen anytime soon.

A/N: i just be writing random shit & posting it 🙈 hope you enjoyed it ! let me know if you want a part 2 💖

[captainscanadian]

Happy Endings | Steve Rogers x OFC Marilyn Jarvis

My Masterlist

Summary: Marilyn Jarvis was not only Tony Stark’s goddaughter but also the love of Steve Rogers’ life.            

Word Count: 4995

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Marilyn Jarvis (and a bunch of others as minor characters!)

Warnings: Endgame References (set 2 years after), Mentions of Death

A/N: I usually don’t write fics with an OFC but since @artisticrogers1972​ was having a bad day, I had to write this one! This is my first ever Steve Rogers fic but I hope there’s more where that came from. Also, this is my first non-AU so that’s exciting! I hope you all like it... if you don’t I’m so sorry it’s shit! I don’t own any of the gifs or pics!

Hey Marilyn, did ya have an affair with JFK or not?!

This had been her whole life. Being named after a Hollywood sex symbol was bad enough as it is, but it was the constant teasing that she had had to endure during her teens to her adulthood that she could not bear. It was as though her name came with a certain blueprint that she had to live her life by. Her petite frame was nothing compared to the body type that her namesake had made famous and with all the boys in high school making fun of her for her name and her body, she found herself become rather quiet and reserved over the years. But she could care less about whether she was popular in high school or not. It did not matter to her.

Marilyn Jarvis often wondered if her grandfather had secretly loathed her when he had decided to give her that name. Had Edwin Jarvis even considered the legacy behind her name or that his adoptive son’s only child would eventually go on to live in the twenty-first century? If anything, Mari believed that the man had cursed her by naming her after the actress. But why he did it? She had no idea.

But there was one thing that she was grateful for. While her first name had caused her a hell of a lot of distress, her family name meant a great deal to her. She knew that she was not a Jarvis by blood, as her father had been adopted by Edwin and Ana Jarvis as a young boy. But being a Jarvis meant that her family’s ties with the Starks had been strong enough to withstand any threat in the world.

Her grandfather took extreme pride in his loyalty to Howard Stark and the Starks had always kept him in high regard. When Mari was born, her father had made Tony Stark her godfather. She was an honorary Stark as much as she was a Jarvis, but she was a lot different from the two families who had raised her.

While Tony Stark had certainly fulfilled his duties as a godfather after her parents had tragically passed away, ensuring that Mari had a large amount of money deposited into her college fund by the time she was only in middle school, and had bought her a car for her birthday when she was old enough to drive, she had always been hesitant about accepting the privilege that came with being his goddaughter. She preferred to live a simple life, compared to the lavish life that he had to offer. She had certainly accepted Tony’s gracious offer to pay for her to go to college though. After all, she was a studious kid and she certainly took after her Uncle Tony in that.

She had been at MIT when Tony had left to Afghanistan, just a few months from graduating when she had heard the news that her godfather had been kidnapped. By the time he had built himself that suit and busted out of that cave, Mari had convinced Happy Hogan to fly her home in time to see him. She had cried the whole night before Tony had convinced her to fly back to school to take her final exams.

“I’m alright, Little Jarvis. Go and sit your exams and you can come back home right after you graduate.” He had told her and taking his word for it, she had left for Boston after spending barely a day with him.

Once she had graduated from MIT, Tony had offered Mari a job at Stark Industries. But of course, wanting a simple life and steering as far away from nepotism as she possibly could, she had chosen to find herself a job on her own in New York. She wanted nothing more than a simple life, a life away from war and villainy, a nine-to-five job, maybe a family of her own and a suburban home, white picket fence and all. But nothing about Marilyn Jarvis’ life could ever be that normal. After all, she was Iron Man’s goddaughter.

“Welcome home, Mari.” Happy Hogan greeted the young women as she exited the Stark Industries Private Jet.

“It’s good to see you, Happy.” She gave him a polite smile as she raised her eyebrow slightly at him. “I must say, I really love the blip beard. Giving Tony a run for his money, are you?”

The man chuckled softly as he took her bags and loaded them into the truck. “Something like that.”

“Does this something have to do with a certain young superhero’s aunt?” Mari asked him cheekily, to which he rolled his eyes.

“Tony can’t keep his mouth shut, can he?”

“I’m happy for you.” She told him as she got into the limo. “I think everyone deserves to have their happy endings after everything that they’ve been through.” Except for Marilyn Jarvis, apparently it seemed. The world had changed so much since Thanos had showed up and going back to how things were before him was just not plausible.

Marilyn had suffered just as much as anyone else, having almost lost her godfather for the umpteenth time in her life in that final battle. How Tony had managed to sustain his injuries was a miracle but she was grateful for it. After all, he was the only family that she had left.

When he had woken up in the hospital, having suffered permanent arm damage due to the impact of the Infinity Stones, he had still put on a brave face for her and given her a weak smile, the same way he had done that night when he had come home from Afghanistan. “Hey, Little Jarvis... you’re not gonna believe it. When I went back in time, I saw my dad, your great-uncle Howard. I mean, I don’t think you would remember much of him because you were quite little when he passed away but... I also... happened to... see your granddad Jarvis. I mean, I didn’t get to speak to him because I was running low on time... okay, not the best moment for a joke but... anyways, I saw him... and all I could think of was... God, how proud he would have been... if he got to see his little Marilyn grow up to be this... smart, kind, beautiful young woman. He would have been so proud of you, Mari.”

That was the moment when she had broken down in tears, pulling his weak body into a tight embrace as she cried. “You’re not almost dying on me again, you hear me? I can’t live with the fear of losing you again, Tony. I’ve lost everyone and I can’t lose you too.” And that had been the end of Iron Man.

Two years had passed since that dreadful day. Tony had recovered and moved onto training a newer generation of Avengers. The rest of the heroes had returned to their respective lives. Marilyn had found herself in California with a job promotion and no social life whatsoever. The only instances she ever took time away from work was during the holidays, as Tony had given her a strict order that she must drop whatever she was doing and return to the Avengers’ Base in New York to celebrate Christmas. She could never say no to that.

So, there she was, in the back of a Stark Industries limo that was driving to Upstate New York. It had started to snow as Happy was pulling up through the gates of the compound. As Mari stepped out of the limo, she held out her hand as a fuzzy little snowflake landed on her palm. One thing sunny California could never give her was the joy of being able to play in the snowfalls of New York.

As she entered the base, FRIDAY the AI had informed Tony of her arrival.

“Just in time for Christmas Eve lunch.” The man had beamed as his beloved goddaughter had made her way towards the common kitchen.

With Pepper and May Parker keeping busy with the cooking, Tony and Rhodey were seated at the table, sharing a drink and chatting away. On the other side of the room, Peter Parker and Harley Keener were playing around with Little Morgan Stark. These people were her family now, even though none of them were related to her by blood. It was not blood that ever determined family though. It was the people who choose to be a part of her life. Tony had really made sure Mari had a family after she had lost hers.

Morgan wiggled out of Peter and Harley’s grip as she noticed her arrival and ran over to Marilyn in excitement. “Mari!” She exclaimed as she jumped into her arms.

“Hey, kiddo!” Marilyn let out a hearty laugh as she hugged the young Stark before waving over at the boys. “How’s MIT treating you boys?”

“Don’t even ask.” Peter let out a groan, making Harley roll his eyes.

“We’re handling it, Mar.”

Mari couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh as she set Morgan down and walked over to give Tony a kiss on the cheek. “I missed you, old man.” She told him with a playful grin before greeting Rhodey as well.

“Missed you too, Little Jarvis.”

“How’s California treating you, Mari?” Rhodey asked as he took a sip of his drink.

Marilyn thought for a moment before responding with a shrug. “Well, it’s a lot warmer... and it’s where my grandparents used to live so, I can’t really complain.”

“But it’s not home, is it?” May asked her as she pulled the roast out of the oven and set it on the counter.

“No.” She replied, shrugging once more. “But the job’s great. At least, I’m getting paid a lot more than I used.”

Pepper turned around to look at her niece with an eye roll. “Honey, you do realize that I’m waiting for the day you would walk into my office and tell me that you’re ready for me to sign over my company. Just say the word and Stark Industries is all yours. You don’t have to worry about living alone in the other side of the country for the sake of making money.”

“And why would I do that when you’re a much better CEO than I could ever be, Pep?” She asked her, chuckling. “Honestly, Cali’s great. I really love it there.”

Marilyn wasn’t sure if she was being honest with herself when she had said that. Sure, California had always held a very special place in her heart. Her grandparents had lived at the Stark residence there for years. It was where her father had been born and adopted. There was a lot of significance to where she lived. But did it make her happy? She could not be so sure about that. After all, she did not know what made her happy anymore.

Long before the events of the Infinity War and Thanos, she had once envisioned a future with a man she had met at one of her uncle’s parties. But there was no way that this future would even be possible. He was a man of every woman’s dreams, a true gentleman at heart. Anyone would have fallen for the charms of Steven Grant Rogers if they had met him. Marily was no exception to that. Their relationship had been a short-lived one, perhaps some sort of a summer fling before all hell had broken loose.

Marilyn knew it was wrong but she could not help it. She had been drunk and he had been a gentleman, trying to drag her to the guest bedroom after a party. A drunken kiss should not have meant anything, right? But her confession of having a crush on him had led to a completely different story. They had gone behind Tony’s back to pursue a relationship, fearing that the knowledge of the two of them together would ever cause a drift between Tony and Steve. But said drift had been caused either way, thanks to the Accords. Even Mari had been put in a place where she had to decide where her allegiance was. As she had chosen her godfather’s side in a heartbeat, the star spangled man had retaliated by ending their relationship just as quickly.

A heartbroken Marilyn had found herself sitting by her great-aunt Peggy’s grave in London before Tony had found her and flew her back to New York. Even then she hadn’t told him about what Steve had done. She had known that it would only make things worse between the two of them.

While Captain America and his allies were on the run, Marilyn had continued to live at the compound with Tony. Not even once did the man whom she had fallen in love with try to contact her during those two years. She hadn’t even seen him again until after the events of the Infinity War, while Tony had been lost in space for three weeks. Not even then did Steve speak to her or try to offer her some comfort in the absence of her godfather. Mari understood why though, after all he had lost his best friends during the snap. But either of them could look at each other. Perhaps things could never get better between the two of them.

After Tony and Pepper moved out of the compound, Mari had found herself a new job in California and made the move as well. The next five years had been rather dull for her, but for once she hadn’t been the only one who was going through it. The entire universe had been left in ruins. At one point, she had been so depressed to the point where she had gotten Tony on the phone and told him the truth.

Of course, her godfather hadn’t been mad about it. After all, she was human and was bound to her emotions and desires. But was he pissed at Captain America for breaking his Little Jarvis’ heart? Most definitely! Yet Tony also felt responsible for the part he had indirectly played in their break up. Perhaps that was why he had ensured that Steve Rogers would also be attending Christmas Eve lunch while Marilyn was also in attendance.

“Lunch is served.” May announced as she turned over to Harley and Peter. “Boys, would you please help set the table?”

As the boys whined and groaned at her words, Marilyn stood up from her seat to help as well.

“FRIDAY, tell Cap, Wilson and Barnes that lunch is served.” Tony announced, knowing very well that his goddaughter could hear him.

The young Jarvis’ eyes grew wide as she realized what her godfather had just said and she gave Tony a look of disbelief, mouthing a ‘what’ as she crossed her arms against her chest.

“Oh did I forget to mention that Cap, Wilson and Barnes are spending Christmas with us at the compound? Oops!”

***

Bucky Barnes would forever be grateful that Tony Stark had forgiven him for what he had done during his days under HYDRA’s control. But what he had not expected from Tony was an invite to spend Christmas at the compound with him and his family. After all, he had just gotten used to living with Steve and Sam in Brooklyn. When Steve and Sam were not going on missions or training the young Avengers at the compound, he had found himself becoming familiar with his hometown. He had become tired of fighting throughout his whole life so it felt nice to be able to sit back and enjoy the holidays. The last time he had been able to do that was long before The Great Depression, and that too was a century ago.

Bucky had learned from Sam about his friend’s brief romance with Stark’s goddaughter and that was why he had been hesitant about spending the holidays at the compound.

“Mari always spends the holidays with Tony and Cap can’t get himself to see her.” He had told him.  

He did not think much of it at first, though the two of them had somehow managed to convince Steve to come to the compound with them. But the moment Bucky had witnessed Steve come face to face with the woman whose heart he had broken, he truly understood that things just did not seem right.

Bucky had always wanted for Steve to settle down and have a family of his own, even then and even now. Steve had been alone his whole life after all, and while he would always say that he could get by on his own, it was always Bucky who had to remind him that he did not have to. Bucky was determined to convince Steve and his former girlfriend to get back together, even if it meant that he would have to deal with Tony’s wrath once more. His best friend deserved a happy ending and Bucky was going to get it for him.

He had noticed the way the two of them had looked at each other during lunch, even though neither of them had acknowledged each other’s presence or made the effort to have a conversation. Sam had taken it upon himself to formally introduce Marilyn to Bucky, as there was no way Steve could have even thought of it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sergeant Barnes.” The woman had told him politely, making him chuckle softly.

“You can call me Bucky.” He had told her. “It’s good to meet you too, Marilyn.”

“And you can call me Mari, actually.” She told him as she laughed softly. “It’s not easy being named after a Hollywood sex symbol.”

Bucky nodded. “I understand. I mean, I was named after a president.”

“Not the one that was linked with my namesake, I- wait, forget that I even said that.”

He gave her a confused look. “What?”

“N-Nothing...” She shrugged her shoulders before she took a sip of her eggnog. Her eyes kept darting towards Steve, who was talking to Rhodey and Tony. But all she could do was steal glances every now and then. She did not have the courage to go up and talk to him.

He shrugged off her words before shaking his head, noticing the woman constantly stealing a glance at his friend. “I’m sorry if you feel like I’m intruding... into your personal life. I know you just met me and you don’t know me much... or from what you know, you might probably resent me. But Sam happened to tell me that you and Steve used to...” He did not know how to start the conversation. But he knew that if he could did not get involved, no one else would.

Marilyn bit down on her bottom lip as he brought up her past with Steve and she let out a sigh. “Well, the past is in the past so...”

“I can’t tell you how to live your life, Mari. But I know Steve and I know how bad he feels about what happened between the two of you. I can see the way you look at him too and you can’t deny that you don’t have any feelings for him either.” He spoke in a hushed tone, hoping that no one could hear him.

“Bucky, I...”

“Tony built a time machine and Steve had access to it.” Bucky reminded her. “He could have gone back to the forties if he wanted to but he didn’t do that... You know, I thought he would have. He stayed, Mari. I often wondered why he had chosen to stay in this timeline when he could have gotten the life that he had always wanted with Peggy. But I know now that he had a reason to stay. It’s you. You’re the reason he stayed.”

Marilyn knew that Bucky was making sense. But her heart still refused to accept it. There was no way Steve could have chosen to stay in the present for her when he did have a chance to go back to the past and make himself a life for himself. How could have Steve chosen her over the woman who had once been the love of his life? How could have Steve chosen her over her Aunt Peggy, the woman whom Marilyn had heard stories of from her grandparents, the woman whom she had always looked up to when she was growing up, the woman who was much more brave, kind and confident than she could ever be. She found that hard to believe.

“If Tony could forgive me for what I did, why shouldn’t the two of you just forgive each other for whatever happened in the past?”

***

Christmas morning at the compound had always consisted of Pepper and Tony handing out presents to the kids. While Marilyn was not a kid anymore and was certainly not as materialistic as the rest of them, that had never stopped Tony for spoiling her with gifts every year. But that particular year, he had chosen not to buy her a present himself. Instead he had managed to find something that he knew that she would value a lot more than any expensive gift he could get her.

“This was actually from your parents. I was supposed to give this to you when you graduated from MIT but you know how crazy things were back then. I forgot and then... things got lost when I was moving around. But I found this a couple months ago and thought that this could be a perfect Christmas present for you. Of course, I had Pepper alter it first so that it could fit you. Make sure you’re alone when you open this, okay?” Tony had told her as he handed her a rectangle shaped box that was wrapped up nicely and tied up with a bow on top. “Merry Christmas, Little Jarvis.”

She gave him a confused look as she took it from him and leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Tony.”

After everyone else had opened their present, Peter had left the compound to meet up with his girlfriend MJ and Harley had found himself helping Tony set up for the party that night.

Just as her godfather had instructed, Mari had found herself alone in her bedroom when she decided to open her present. Untying the bow and tearing off the wrapping paper, she opened the box to reveal a bright red dress that had been pressed and folded neatly.

When she picked it up and admired the fabric, she noticed an old photograph that had fallen out of it. She crouched down to pick it up from the tiled floor of the bedroom, only to see that it was a photo of her grandfather Edwin Jarvis with the incomparable founder of SHIELD herself, Peggy Carter. Mari noticed that the dress that she was wearing in the photo was the same one that she was now holding.

Marilyn could not help but remember the stories that she had heard from her father countless times. This dress had once belonged to her grandmother, who had lent it to her great-aunt Peggy for a mission. God, she had to give Tony some props. The man really was a genius for holding onto this present until he had found the right for to give it to her.

***

As the Christmas party was finally in full swing, Steve found himself seated by the bar with Bucky. With a beer in his hand, he watched a drunken Sam drag Natasha onto the dance floor. He’d realized that a beer was not as strong a drink to numb the thoughts that were now clouding his mind. But he was not planning on drinking the night away either. Despite Tony’ s invite, Steve had been hesitant about coming here, just because he knew that he would have to run into her. Perhaps it was his guilt that had been eating him alive right now. But Steve was miserable.

Steve was not an idiot. He knew that he was the reason why Marilyn Jarvis had left her entire family in New York to move across the country and he could not face her. He knew that he had screwed up by letting her go. He should not have given her an ultimatum where she had to choose between him and Tony. Of course, Mari had chosen Tony over him, just as he had chosen Bucky over Tony. Breaking her heart had certainly not been the right way to respond to that situation.

But he could not deny it either. He had fallen in love with her years ago. Steve knew that he loved Mari a lot more than he had loved Peggy. That was why he had chosen to stay in the present when he could have went back in time to make himself a life. He had wanted a future with her; even though he knew that she might not want the same with him.

Bucky’s eyes grew wide as he saw something behind Steve and he nudged his arm before standing up. “If this is what déjà vu feels like, then help me God...”

Steve gave him a confused look before he turned around to see Marilyn walking up to him, wearing a bright red dress was a lot more 1940s than what she was used to wearing. The knee length dress was a little loose around her petite frame and its vintage style was reason enough for Steve to assume that the dress had not belonged to her. Yet for a moment when he took in the sight of her, he could not help but think of Peggy - the same Peggy whom he had once in love with, the same Peggy whom Marilyn had also lost almost a decade ago.

The woman ignored the gaze of the entire party, giving Tony a smile on the way.

“Captain.” The young Jarvis greeted him and Steve had almost forgotten how to speak.

His friend nudged him once more, causing him to snap out of his trance. “Mar-” He paused, biting down on his bottom lip as he looked down at his feet and clearing hi throat. “Ms. Jarvis.”

“M-May I... have this dance?” She asked him as she held out her hand. “Please.”

Steve would have thought that she resented him to his core. But the way she had approached him and asked him to dance had been quite surprising to him. As he took her hand and led her towards the dance floor, there were a thousand things that he wanted to say to her. But instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and swayed gently along to the music.

“I see that you haven’t forgotten what I’d taught you, Rogers.”

He gave her a nod, followed by a nervous chuckle. “Well, you did teach me how to dance, m’lady.”

Mari couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “The years have been kind to you, Steve.”

“The super-soldier serum does help with the aging...” He reminded her before letting out a sigh. “I like the dress, by the way.”

She blushed slightly at his compliment. “Thank you. It used to belong to my grandmother... and Aunt Peggy.”

“Oh...” Steve looked down once more before looking back up at her.

“Steve, why didn’t you go back to her?” Marilyn asked as she looked up at him. “Tony told me that you saw her when you went back in time for the stones. Why didn’t you... why didn’t you just stay when you went back to return the stones?”

“Because she’d moved on from me, Mar. She lived a long life without me and I couldn’t go back and take that away from her.” He replied as he sighed. “Besides, the life that I wanted was... right here... right now.”

“But you loved her, Steve-”

“I love you more, Mar.” He cut her off. “I know I haven’t been honest with you or myself but I can’t take it anymore. So, here’s the truth. It’s you who I love, it’s always been. I’m sorry I put you in a place where you had to choose between me and Tony. But I think the last nine years without you have taught me how stupid I had been... and how much I love you, Marilyn Jarvis.”

Mari could not help but tear up at that. “But Steve... I’m not... right for you. You said so yourself.”

“And I was wrong, I admit it.”

“Steve... I... I love you too.” She finally confessed what she had been holding onto for years now, her eyes glossing over with tears as they met Steve’s blue ones. “I’ve loved you since the day I first saw you.”

Steve then reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it before turning it over to her, revealing a pencil sketch of her face. “I’ve been wanting to give this to you for a while now, Mar. A portrait of you that you’ve always wanted me to draw.”

“You drew this... for me? Steve, it’s beautiful.”

“And so are you.” He could not help but smile at that and he pulled her into a tight hug. “Marry me. First thing in the morning, right here in front of our family and friends. We’ll find ourselves a home in the suburbs, white picket fence and all. That’s where we’ll raise our children. We’ll grow old together too, because I’m not doing that with anyone else but you.”

“I...” She looked over at Tony for a moment before turning back to him. “I think that would be perfect.” Perhaps Marilyn Jarvis had been wrong about one thing. She deserved to have her own happy ending after all.

[the-faultofdaedalus]

okay but steve finds out that fury is basically tony’s second (and somehow better at parenting) dad and asks nick for permission to date tony.

fury IS tony’s second dad, but we’re counting edwin jarvis as the first and howard stark as none. good. got that cleared up.

YES FUCKING GOOD THIS IS A GOOD FUCKING TROPE

maybe it’s bc tony dumps a bunch of old photo albums w/ steve because peggy and howard and steve cries, a little, over peggy, gladness that she got to be happy, genuinely happy, sadness at the fact that he didn’t get to be a part of her life (even as a friend, because he sees how she looks at sousa in the photograph and wouldn’t try to tear them apart for anything) and disappointment at the fact that he never got to meet Daniel Sousa or Angie Martinelli. 

and then the picture start to include a baby tony, with a head full of curls and bright brown eyes, mostly pictures of peggy with him, or a redheaded woman steve assumes must be ana jarvis, a slightly greying man who must be edwin jarvis. 

he watches his friends, old and new, get older through the medium of carefully collected photographs, most of them carefully planned and timed and shot, but getting more and more candid as the technology starts to allow it. 

and then

and then

Steve has to do a double-take when he sees a different man holding Tony, because that face is familiar and where does he know it from--

That is nicolas goddamn fury, holding a 5-year-old tony stark in the air while peggy, with greying hair and wrinkles, watches fondly. 

Fury isn’t wearing an eyepatch and that is the least strange thing about this picture. 

Steve.... continues through the picture, mostly convinced that it was some sort of fluke, that it was.... babysitting duty, a one-off, because both peggy and howard were working with shield at that point.

It’s not a one-off. there’s more pictures. a LOT more pictures, of the current director of SHIELD playing with tony. it’s strangely adorable. 

There’s one photo where tony’s wearing about 7 decorated cardboard boxes and looks like a robot, and fury’s dressed as a pirate. 

Steve asks JARVIS to save that picture. He’s sure there’s a press picture somewhere of tony, in the armour, standing next to fury in all his black leather glory. He thinks the comparison would be humorous. 

Still, there’s something... melencholy, about all the pictures with tony. Yes, he’s a bright spark whenever he’s pictured with peggy or the jarvises or even fury, but the pictures of him with howard are rare. Rare, and always posed, not a smile in sight. 

The ones with the brunette woman who must be tony’s mother are someow even sadder. Tony smiles, in them, but something in maria’s eyes are empty. 

Steve jumps through time, as the jarvises get older, as they stop being able to pick tony up, as peggy gets greyer and greyer and starts showing up in pictures in hospital rooms. 

He sees when Ana stops being in the pictures. He sees when Jarvis stops being in them. He sees when the handwriting detailing the date and subjects becomes Tony’s straight-edged scrawl instead of peggy’s loopy, delicate cursive. 

And he sees Fury stay. He sees Nicolas Fury, the director of SHIELD, who Steve didn’t even think Tony liked, become a constant in these photos, alongside another boy who must be Rhodey. 

It doesn’t... fit. Not with how he sees Fury and Tony interact with eachother, not with what he knows of their working relationship, not with the barely-concealed jibes and threats they toss back and forth like a beach-ball. 

At least...

It shoudn’t. But it does, somehow, strangely. 

It’s like something’s realigned itself in his head, and instead of dislike or outright hostility, he sees two people trying very hard to keep one hell of a secret. 

And he keeps seeing it, even after he’s put down the photos, in meetings where fury and tony are both present he sees the inside jokes snuck in under layers and layers of misdirection, and when he doesn’t leave the room right away he hears Tony’s voice relax once he thinks everyone else is gone. 

He sees more and more and more of the lonely little boy in Tony Stark, he sees the little hidden smiles and the pain behind the teeth in his grin and he sees the thing he’s not supposed to -- the fondness in his gaze when he looks at Steve. 

He sees too much and he doesn’t even know if he wants to put the lid back on the pandora’s box and... 

He starts to come up with a plan. He knows it’s old-fashioned and he knows that fury is most likely going to laugh at him, he knows that tony is most likely going to laugh at him, but...

Steve wants to do this right. 

So, he stays, after a debrief, waits till the room is clear and clears his throat to get Fury’s attention. 

Fury gives him a look, one full of careful evaluation, and Steve remembers the picture of Tony, 6 years old, in a tiny, clearly handmade version of his suit, and thinks that maybe Fury’s been waiting for him to drop the ball for a long, long time. 

“Sir,” He says, because even though he’s seen Fury dressed in the ill-fitting suits all junior agents are forced to wear and playing dress-up with a child, he knows that fury would have no qualms about shooting him somewhere non-lethal. 

“Rogers,” Fury says back, and straightens his files, finally looking Steve in the eye. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Tony gave me some photo-albums, a while back,” Steve starts, because there’s no backing out now, “I... don’t think he expected me to look as far as I did.” 

Fury raises one eyebrow. To his credit, he doesn’t look like he knows what Steve’s referring to. 

“And... I saw you, in the pictures,” Steve continues, “With him when he was a kid, and--”

“And you want to know if Stark doctored them to mess with you?” Fury says dryly. 

Steve shakes his head. “I know he didn’t,” He continues, sees Fury’s eyes go hard, “I... wanted to ask for permission. To date Tony. I wanted--”

“And you came to me because the rest of his family is dead and you think I’m the closest person left who could give him away?” Fury says, voice deadly calm, “I don’t know what things were like in the 40′s, but--”

“No, no, no,” Steve says, “Not, not like that. You... care about him. More than you let on, to anyone, and... I want to do this properly, because he deserves someone doing this properly, for him. That’s all.”

Fury just narrows his eye at Steve, and then... 

He nods, and there’s a ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “I assume it doesn’t need to be said that if you break his heart, no one will ever hear from you agian.” 

“No,” Steve says, “no that doesn’t need to be said. Please don’t say it.” 

Fury huffs out a laugh. “Well,” He says, and then, “Good luck. I think you’re gonna do just fine.”

Steve goes home that night feeling lighter, and exited, and already planning so, so many things.

He only hopes that Fury didn’t say anything to Tony about this.

At least, not yet.

End