#I feel like I’ve already said what I’ve needed to say

[rafesangelita]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ everyone is lucky farmer’s!daughter!reader is in a jail cell when she finds out her favorite sheriff isn’t around because he’s on a date with another woman..

warnings: mentions of being groped in public, just a little bit of southern dialect, small town gossip, mentions of jj x reader, lots of comebacks and insults, jealousy, implied age gap, reader stays the night in jail, hitting, very slight physical altercation, reassurance, comfort (?), little bit of kissing, suggestive ending

a/n: read more of sheriff!rafe and farmer’s!daughter!reader here <3 i would say this particular situation takes place in the beginning stages of their complicated relationship lol. also feel free to request for this pairing!

wc: 1.5k

“what did she do this time?” sheriff thornton looked up from his desk, an amused smile playing on his lips as you glared at him from under your lashes. “she threw drinks over at keith’s son, ‘said he groped her and all hell broke loose.” your wrists ached as the metal of the handcuffs dug into your skin, your boots scuffing the concrete flooring before the sheriff behind you plopped you down in a chair. “she gave me a hard time and resisted arrest, so now she’s here.” you scoffed at his words, a bitter laugh emitting from your throat. “i gave you a hard time because you tried to apprehend me before the asshole that started it!”

both of them ignored you, leaving you to sit uncomfortably in the main office while bryan, the newest rookie in the department, got your paperwork together. “uhm— do you have anyone you could call? it looks like you’re going to stay the night in here..” he looked almost scared as he broke the news to you, his eyes blinking rapidly as you shot daggers at him from where you sat. “are you pulling my leg?” you narrowed your gaze, “there’s no way in hell i’m spending the night here.” you shook your head, hopping onto your feet. just then, topper came in and sat you back down.

“i’m already in the shit house with rafe for manhandling you last time, don’t make me do it again.” speaking of rafe.. “you’re not scaring anybody, topper.” you used his first name against him, catching him off guard. “where’s sheriff cameron, anyways? i’m sure he’d love to know that you haven’t fixed my skirt since i’ve gotten here. i think the new boy has already stolen a peek at my underwear.” bryan’s eyes widened at your words. “i haven’t, miss, i swear!” topper glanced over at him with irritation evident on his face. “she’s fuckin’ with you kid, jesus.”

dragging you up by your arm, topper lead you to the back where the holding cells were. “it’s a shame you’re wearing nearly nothing,” he shoved you inside, “it’s gets pretty cold in here.” you cursed under your breath when he finally uncuffed you, your fingers itching to punch him square in the mouth. he watched as you adjusted your denim mini skirt, his eyes trailing down your bare legs. “you’re a mystery, y’know.. ‘way too young to be acting up like this.” if you had a penny for every time someone brought up your age, you’d have enough money to leave this shitty town and never look back.

“and you’re just annoying.” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest before sitting at the edge of the cold steel bed. you should’ve been used to the discomfort by now, considering you’re here at least once a month, but you still couldn’t help but shiver at the harsh contact. “i need to talk to sheriff cameron. i shouldn’t even be here.” topper walked out of the cell, locking it shut behind him. “yeah, well he’s not on duty tonight. my pal finally scored himself a date.” he laughed. you felt your stomach twist at his words. not a damn thing was funny. “what did you say?” your voice was barely above a whisper when you looked up at him and met his eyes.

“yeah,” he nodded, “me and the department decided we’d stitch him up with ms. belle, she teaches the children’s sunday school down at the church.” he winked. your leg was bouncing now, your chest heaving with anger as your eyes brimmed with tears. “who knows, maybe after tonight they’ll be the newlyweds of the town.” you looked down at your feet before topper could question anything, your nails digging crescents into the palm of your hand. once you heard the heavy metal door slam shut, you covered your mouth with your hand as tight as you could and screamed.

rafe was so scared of what people would think of you two, he never showed you affection in public, let alone take you out on a proper date, yet here he was; willingly taking someone else. no matter how many times you told him you didn’t care about what anyone thought, he insisted that it was for your own good that no one saw you running around with a man who was much older than you were. the people of this town were far too judgmental to just accept something like what you and rafe had. figuring it was pointless to use your one free phone call, you settled into the hard surface before curling up and shivering yourself to sleep.

“y/n..” it was the next morning, and you were far from letting go of the information you found out last night. “y/n, you’re free to go.” your eyes were open as rafe patted your back lightly, his touch only fueling you with pent up anger. turning around, you shoved his hand away, your eyes bloodshot from crying so much. “don’t touch me again,” you hissed, “not ever.” rafe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as you got up on sore legs. “i had to stay here all because you were too busy with someone else!” you spat, shoving him again except this time in his chest.

“hey, you stop that!” he said through gritted teeth, shooting up to his feet before backing you up against the cement wall. “i hate you!” you whispered, attempting to get out of his grip. your efforts were deemed useless of course, your strength being nothing compared to his. “no you don’t.” he pinned your wrists down by your sides. he hated when you said shit like that, then again he knew you had every right to feel the way you did. nothing about your shared arrangement was fair, especially for you. “i went on that date for the sake of getting everyone off of my back, alright? it didn’t mean a thing.”

you laughed, avoiding his heated gaze. “well surely it meant something, because you agreed. you agreed and got ready and dressed nicely for her. you fixed your hair, you shaved, you put on your best smelling cologne and you picked her up. don’t you dare tell me it didn’t mean nothing when you put in that much effort.” rafe blinked, his nostrils flaring as he cupped your chin and forced you to look at him. “it didn’t mean a thing.” he repeated. you stared at him, reading his eyes as best as you could. “sure.” to say you were hurt would be an understatement.

“i mean it,” he started, “i did it for appearances. i’ve never been married, i don’t have any children. people talk around here, y/n, and just recently did i hear something about us both. people are catching onto your ‘get out of jail’ free card, and you could only imagine what their reasoning for that was.” he grimaced, recalling the disgusting words filtering the air of the diner where he drank his morning coffee. while the claims weren’t completely false, his said intentions couldn’t be more wrong. “rafe,” you glared at him, “i. don’t. care.” not wanting to rile you up any further, he let go of you before you could get the bright idea to knee him in his manhood.

“you know.. how do you think i feel when i have to see you around here kissing jj fuckin’ maybank, and i can’t do shit about it, huh? how do you think i feel when i see him have his hands all over you? you think i like that shit?” you rolled your eyes, about to step out of the open cell before he shut it closed. “why do you do that? why do you get joy out of pissing me off?” rafe caged you between his arms, his gun holster digging into your hip.

“first of all, i’m keeping up appearances just like you.” you stood up on your tippy toes, pecking his cheek before you placed your lips right next to his ear. “and secondly; you only act like you care about me when i’m all over someone else. it’s either that or i have to get into legal trouble just to get you to myself. so you try to imagine what that makes me feel like.” you pulled him close by the buckle of his belt, his large hands finding your hips as he towered over you. “do i really have to go to jail just to get a kiss?” rafe leaned down, his lips finally taking your own. he groaned at the taste of you, your cherry lipgloss still sticky with its sweetness.

you two stayed kissing like this until he grew rock solid in his pants, the buckle of his belt not being the only thing poking your tummy. “i don’t want you with any other women. i can’t take it.” rafe nodded, his bottom lip shining with your gloss. “you have my word, sweetheart. i’ll set aside time for us to be together, i promise.” his sheriff’s hat tipped to the side, revealing his buzzed scalp. “but if i see you with that maybank kid i’ll have to lock him up for good.” you smiled, your red nails raking down his buff arms. “yes, sir.” rafe cursed at the nickname as he glanced down at the digital watch on his wrist.

“i got about an hour to spare..” you hummed at his words, palming him through his pants.

“well what are we waiting for?”

[2amriize]

.ᐟ RIIZE scenario : drunk calling ex!riize ༉‧₊˚.

req: hello sorry for another rq but what about ex!riize and you're drunk call him.. can i be 🪐 anon too pls

note: sure! thank you for your request ♥

pairing: ex!riize x reader— masterlist

⭑.ᐟ shotaro

“y/n? Why are you calling me?”

“I just… I saw this otter plushie on my way home, and it reminded me so much of you.”

After dinner with your friends, you drank a bit too much, and seeing that plushie made you think of your ex, Shotaro. You couldn’t help but call him, missing him deeply. Though you had separated due to the distance, both of you still harbored feelings for each other. Surprised by your call, he answered immediately, letting out a small laugh when he realized you were drunk.

“Are you walking home alone? Don’t hang up, I’ll talk to you until you get there… So, tell me, what was the otter like?”

⭑.ᐟ eunseok

“Why are you calling me now, y/n?”

“Do you ever think about me, Eunseok?”

Eunseok didn’t expect your call late at night, much less for your first words in months to be that. He stayed silent for a few moments before letting out a sigh.

“Have you been drinking, y/n?”

“Just… answer my question…” From the tone of your voice, he knew you were drunk.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, y/n. We’re not talking about this if you won’t even remember it when you wake up.”

⭑.ᐟ sungchan

“Huh? Sungchan? Why did you call me?”

“You’re the one who called me, yn…”

After your office dinner, you had a little too much to drink and accidentally called Sungchan. When he answered and heard your voice, he couldn’t help but laugh at how confused you sounded.

“It was me…? Sorry, I meant to call a taxi…” you said, about to hang up before he spoke again.

“Where are you, y/n? Have you been drinking?”

Even though it had been months since you broke up, Sungchan still cared for you deeply. He decided to stay on the phone to make sure you got home safely.

⭑.ᐟ wonbin

“Mgh…?”

Wonbin was already asleep when you called, his voice groggy as he answered. You had just gotten home from a party, but for some reason, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Memories of all the sweet moments you shared flooded your mind.

“I miss coming home and sleeping next to you…”

“Huh, y/n? Why are you calling so late?”

“I miss you, Wonbin… Don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss anything about me?”

“Ah… you’re drunk, aren’t you? I do miss you, y/n, but… this isn’t the time to talk about it.”

⭑.ᐟ seunghan

“y/n? Is something wrong?”

After drinking with your friends at a bar, memories of how things ended with Seunghan overwhelmed you. You hadn’t been able to say a proper goodbye, and it still haunted you. Seeing your call, he answered, concerned, it wasn’t like you to call so late. But hearing your voice, he quickly realized what was going on.

“I’m so sorry, Seunghan… I’m sorry for leaving like that, for how I treated you, and… I hope someday you can forgive me, you know? I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or what, but I miss you so much right now…”

“You don’t need to apologize, y/n… Are you okay? Are you with anyone? I can come pick you up…”

⭑.ᐟ sohee

“Do you know how much I sacrificed for you? And you haven’t even apologized yet…”

The last thing Sohee expected that day was a call from you, let alone a drunken, angry one. Although he didn’t like the way you were speaking to him, he also didn’t want to argue with you in that state.

“I’m not going to talk to you about this right now, y/n. I already explained why we broke up… Are you home? Please go to bed. If you want, I’ll call you tomorrow, but don’t do this now.”

⭑.ᐟ anton

“y/n, what…?”

“Anton? I didn’t know who else to call… I’ve been drinking, and I started feeling sick on my way home… I think I’m near your place, but I don’t know…”

You thought you could get home without a taxi after a party, but you started feeling dizzy and lost along the way. Even though Anton was your ex, you knew he’d always answer, so you called him for help. Hearing your voice, Anton immediately grew nervous, worrying about you and getting ready to find you. He didn’t hold any grudges against you, if anything, he still hadn’t completely gotten over you. Without hesitation, he went out to help.

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[ch6rm]

♱ ࣪˖ date night — chris sturniolo

. . . you're caught up in a terrible date, and a rescue from chris turns into something more than just a friendly favor.

˖ warnings. smut (fingering, no actual p in v, implied sex), confessing feelings kinda(?)

˖ soph's note. first one shot, and whoever requested this im so sorry it took forever 😭

the restaurant was a cozy italian place, tucked in a quiet corner of the city. candlelit tables, soft music playing in the background, and a warm basket of breadsticks in front of you—it was exactly what came to your mind when you thought of a perfect date. tonight was anything but that. it would’ve been perfect, if only the person sitting across from you wasn’t so insufferable. you felt like you were being held hostage, forced to listen to him talk about himself and nothing else. your friend was a horrible match maker.

within five minutes of sitting down, he’d managed to interrupt you twice. you sat across from him, trying to force a polite smile as he launched into yet another story about himself. here we go again….

“oh, and i’m super into traveling,” he continued, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. “but only first-class, you know? i work too hard to settle for anything less.” how had we even gotten to the topic of traveling?

“oh…” you nod absentmindedly. gosh, this guy was a jerk. you glanced around the restaurant as he spoke, hoping the waiter would interrupt with the check.

he obviously didn’t notice your lack of enthusiasm as he dove into yet another story, leaning forward in his chair enthusiastically. how many stories was this guy pulling out of his ass? you fought the urge to roll your eyes. you’d been here for over an hour and he’s barely asked you a single question all night.

“anyway,” he said, waving a hand, “enough about me. what do you think about my watch?”

you blinked, staring at the obnoxiously large gold watch on his wrist. “it’s… nice?”

“right?” he grinned, clearly fishing for compliments. “cost me a fortune, but hey, i deserve it. gotta treat yourself, right?”

you tried to stay optimistic, but as the evening dragged on, you could feel yourself mentally checking out. when he started boasting about how many instagram followers he had, you knew you were done. you needed an escape.

forcing another smile, you reached for your phone under the table, sending a text to chris, hoping he could save you from this nightmare of a date. you: can u please pick me up? this date is a total disaster

you press send, fingers anxiously tapping on the table as you await chris’ response, the man in front of you too caught up in his life story to notice your anxious glances around the restaurant. finally, your phone buzzed.

chris: wya?

you sent him the address, feeling a rush of relief knowing you were gonna be out of here soon. there was so much precious time wasted on this stupid date, and you mentally cursed yourself for even giving this guy a chance.

ten minutes later, you spotted chris’ car through the window. you began to speak, cutting the guy off mid-sentence as you stood abruptly, grabbing your purse. “im really sorry, i’ve got to go,”

“what? why?” he looked genuinely confused, furrowing his brows as he saw you getting ready to leave so sudden.

“something came up,” you lied, giving him a sympathetic look, already heading for the door before he could say another word. chris was leaning against his car, arms crossed, his expression one of amusement as you both got in the car.

“rough night?” he asked as you approached.

“you have no idea,” you groaned, slipping into the passenger seat. chris climbed in after you, pulling away from the curb. almost immediately, you launched into a rant, frustration bubbling over as you spoke about everything that went wrong. chris listened, feeding into your frustration as he let out a sarcastic remark every now and then.

eventually, your complaints died down, and with nowhere else to head, chris pulled into an vacant parking lot as the car was engulfed with a comfortable silence.

“thanks for coming to get me,” you say, glancing over at him. “i couldn’t handle another second there. he was driving me insane.”

chris chuckled, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. “‘s no big deal, really.”

you give him a soft smile, glancing around the empty parking lot. the only light came from the dim glow of a nearby streetlamp. for a moment, neither of you spoke. you shifted in your seat, looking over to chris as his fingers stilled against the wheel. you couldn’t help but notice the way the light hit his face, accentuating his cheekbones and jawline. you stared for a second longer before your voice broke the silence.

“but seriously,” you begin, “you’re always there for me. i really appreciate that, chris.”

chris turns to you fully, his expression softening at your words. “of course,” he says, his voice quiet, “i’ll always be there for you. ‘s cause i care about you. you know that, right?” he looks over at you, and the sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten.

“i know,” you nod, looking away from his gaze, “i care about you, too.” you feel a rush of heat rise up to your cheeks as you speak. why were you getting so flustered?

something shifted in his expression as you said that, his playful demeanor no where to be found as your eyes met his again. “you’re not just saying that?” he asked, leaning in slightly, his hand resting on the steering wheel.

“no,” you murmured, the word catching in your throat. you watch as his gaze dropped to your lips for a split second before darting back up to your eyes, and you found your pulse beginning to quicken.

“okay, cause i mean it. i care do about you—a lot." his voice lingered on the last word, and the way he said it made you feel a way you couldn’t quite explain.

you swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. his eyes were locked on yours, and you felt unable to look away. it felt like he could see straight through you, past all your nervousness and hesitation, and straight to the way your heart was pounding.

“chris…" you started, but his name barely left your lips as he leaned in, his hand slipped from the wheel. you felt his fingertips brush lightly against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

"tell me to stop," he murmured, his voice low and his breath warm against your cheek. his eyes flickered to your lips again, lingering this time. but you didn’t tell him to stop.

his lips met yours, tentative at first, like he wanted to make sure this was real. but when you responded, your hand moving to cup the side of his face, his hesitation disappeared. the kiss deepened, and you soon felt yourself being pulled onto his lap, now straddling him. warmth flooded through you as he gripped your waist, fingers digging into your hips. you felt the kiss becoming needier, his hands moving to pull you closer, deepening the kiss. your hands find their way to his hair, softly tugging at the strands as he lets out a quiet groan into your mouth. his hands moved to your thighs, rubbing up and down before they slipped under your jean skirt to tease around the soft lace of your underwear. chris pulls away, beginning to pepper kisses down your jawline and to your neck as his fingers inched closer to your clothed core.

his middle finger delicately brushed over your cunt, feeling the wetness seep through your panties as you let out a gasp, your hold on him tightening.

“you want me to stop?” he murmurs into your neck, beginning to add more pressure with his fingers. you quickly shake your head, mumbling out a desperate ‘no’ before you feel him slip two of his fingers into your panties, groaning at the feeling of your wetness. you let out a moan as he teases your entrance, slipping his two fingers inside you effortlessly.

“fuck,” you breathe out, and chris begins to pump his fingers into and out of you, curling his fingers as he elicits another moan from you, your grip on his hair tightening.

chris leaves hot and opened mouth kisses on your neck—the pace of his fingers quickening. he continued to bite and suck at your neck in response to your whimpers, his free hand coming up to squeeze at your tits as you bucked your hips into his hand, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap.

“i’m gonna cum, chris,” you whine, your head falling against his shoulder before you felt him remove his fingers, bringing them to his mouth as he tasted your arousal, leaving you whiney and needy for more.

chris patted your hip, urging you to get up as he spoke, “backseat, now.”

© ch6rm

[authorpanda15]

PROXIMITY

↳ katsuki bakugō x reader

a/n: this was just supposed to be a small blurb, but it turned into a whole ass fic halfway through!!! wtf!!!

imagine forced proximity with katsuki bakugō...

-> katsuki didn’t like you, and you didn’t like him; his abrasive attitude clashed with your personality. and yet, you were a recurring presence in each other’s lives...

-> the two of you often found yourselves butting heads whenever you had to work together. he wished he didn’t have to look at your face so often, but your agencies kept pairing you two together. “you work well together,” they said. katsuki didn’t miss his agent whispering that you’re “the only person who can reign him in.”

-> as he's wrapping up his shift, katsuki receives a text from eijirō— affectionately saved as “shitty hair” on his phone— inviting him out to drinks and food with the group and for once, he accepts. after the day he had, he could use a drink, or two. but as he steps into the restaurant and finds his friends extras, he thinks that he’ll need more drinks than that when he sees you sitting at the booth.

so not only do you two have to work together, you also have mutual friends. great.

the once lively atmosphere at the table had slowly simmered, with a terrifying tension taking its place. mina, denki, eijirō and hanta would have to be completely tone-deaf to not notice the way you and katsuki stared daggers at each other.

eijirō, always amicable, was the first to speak up. “so... I take it you and bakugō know each other?”

you confirmed with a small nod, making the conscious effort to keep your eyes trained on the redhead. “our agencies thought it would be a good idea to work together.”

“ooh, that must be fun,” denki added, glancing at you and katsuki, the latter scoffing at his enthusiasm.

“if by ‘fun,’ you mean ‘I need to take pain relievers at the end of every shift because a certain someone has never heard of an inside voice before’,” your eyes flickered towards the certain someone in question; he’s already glaring at you. “...then, yes; I’ve been having a swell time!”

“the only reason I yell is because you don’t listen to me,” katsuki said, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “I swear, it’s like you’re deaf.”

“hearing loss is often caused by loud noises— now, who’s fault would that be?”

“yours, because the second you get off shift, you shove your earbuds in and turn your music volume all the way to the max!”

“music is the only thing that soothes me after working a shift with you! maybe if you had something to calm you down after a day’s work, you wouldn’t have a stick up your ass.”

eijirō attempts to interject. “guys—!”

“what’d you say to me?”

“hey, I think the food’s coming!” hanta suddenly announces to the table, which turns everyone’s attention to the waiter coming their way, balancing multiple orders on a serving tray.

you and katsuki simultaneously slump back into your seats without another word, prompting the rest of the table to breathe a sigh of relief as the waiter starts placing down plates of food.

the rest of dinner was uneventful compared to earlier. thankfully, denki and eijirō managed to bring the mood up— bless their hearts. drinks were shared and stories from the past were recalled, all the while you and katsuki remained mostly silent.

once dinner came to a close, you followed the group out of the restaurant as they discussed each other’s schedules— possibly planning when they can all hang out again.

you can’t help but wonder if they’ll invite you next time. you’ve no doubt made a fool out of yourself, acting so hostile and vulgar at the dinner table. but it’s not your fault! it’s his... isn’t it...?

you feel a sudden weight on your shoulder.

“what’s up? you look bummed,” denki said, titling his head to the side as he leaned against you.

“I, uh, I didn’t mean to start shouting back there, it’s just...” bakugō gets me so riled up... is what you almost said, but you decided to hold your tongue after a second thought. “...nevermind. I just, I hope I didn’t make dinner uncomfortable for the rest of you.”

denki patted your back and offered his signature grin. “don’t be so uptight! it’s all good!”

you exhaled, relieved he didn’t cause you to make a fool out of yourself, when denki suddenly leaned in close and whispered in your ear, “between you and me, I also think kacchan is a bit of a prick...”

“you say somethin’, dunce face?” as if he sensed he was being talked about and materialized behind you, katsuki’s presence suddenly towered over your’s.

denki yelped and cowered behind you, partially hiding his face in your shoulder. “protect me...!”

you tilt your head upwards to look at the blond not currently clinging to you. “you’re paranoid. we were just talking about dinner, that’s all.”

katsuki rolled his eyes at your reply, but didn’t argue.

for once.

later that night, after you made it to the comforts of your home, you received a message.

[gothamite-rambler]

Why Poison Ivy likes Dick Grayson out of the other Robins

Robin!Dick (chipper): Hi, Ivy!

Poison Ivy (wary, crossing her arms): Hey, kid. Wow, you really decided that babysitting and being a 'hero' was the best idea.

Ivy shot an annoyed glare at Batman, who remained stoically silent. Robin!Dick gazed at a giant rose flytrap, already inching closer to poke it.

Ivy (warningly): Stand away from the giant rose!

Robin!Dick stepped back, his eyes wide with fascination.

Robin!Dick: Can I—

Batman (pointing firmly to another part of the botanical area): I will take you home.

Robin!Dick pouted, shoulders slumping as he walked away, mumbling.

Ivy (smirking): He’s adorable. If I didn’t hate people, I’d keep him. Okay, let’s start. You want me to stop my mission to protect Mother Earth, and you think that's wrong. Please, continue being wrong.

Ivy gracefully took a seat on her flower chair, crossing her legs with a smug smile.

Batman (sternly): I shouldn’t have to explain how your mission to save the Earth doesn’t benefit people. It’s destructive.

Ivy (raising an eyebrow): Why? Because some people might die? A few dead bodies are worth it to save the planet.

Robin!Dick (mid-stop from touching a different dangerous plant): What?! You’re killing people to do this?

Ivy (matter-of-factly): Yes… A few dead bodies are worth—why does his face look sad?

Robin!Dick (trying not to cry, voice wavering): That’s so mean.

Batman (glaring at Ivy): You’ve upset him. Shame on you.

Ivy (indignant, standing tall): Last I checked, the Earth is dying, and I’m just being honest with the kid! If you actually used critical thinking, you’d realize I’m not destroying the Earth—big corporations are! They’re pumping out microplastics, pouring random crap into lakes—Bliss… JUST BLISS—are destroying the freaking planet! They’re screwing her like she’s a two-dollar hooker! I stopped eating chocolate bars from Bliss's company after the founder said water shouldn’t be given to everybody!

Robin!Dick (astonished, eyes wide): Did he actually say that?

Ivy (explaining passionately): He implied water shouldn’t have free access to the public because Bliss is the biggest proprietor of bottled water. That’s unforgivable! So whatever you’re about to say, Batman, I don’t want to hear it! They’re destroying ecosystems, hunting endangered species, killing crops—

Robin!Dick (interrupting, stepping closer): Hold up, that’s all she’s trying to fix?

Robin!Dick glanced at Batman expectantly, waiting for his response.

Batman (turning to Robin, tone serious): She’s not doing it in a logical way.

Robin!Dick (defiantly): She’s a green woman who can control plants! Does she look like she wants to use our logic? No offense, Ivy.

Ivy (grinning): You’re fine. I love my body.

Robin!Dick (glancing between them, confused): She can talk to plants, too! She must feel pain when they feel pain. Are you just going to ignore that?

Batman (frustrated): I never said I was.

Ivy (smirking): Sure feels like it every time we talk.

Robin!Dick (enthusiastically): Why don’t we help her, Batman? Has she asked for your help?

Batman (sheepish, avoiding eye contact): Um… it’s been brought up in the past.

Robin!Dick (jumping up and down, angry): Then why haven’t you helped her?

Ivy (pleasantly surprised): Yeah, Batman, that’s so mean.

Batman (defending his stance): She's a criminal and will let people die for the cause.

Robin!Dick (shrugging): Well, if it's that Bliss guy, I don’t… I don’t necessarily blame her if he dies.

Ivy (smiling): Huh... thank you.

Robin!Dick (sincere): You’re welcome.

Batman (frustrated): All right, you’re young, so you don’t understand this is a complex situation.

Robin!Dick (bringing up a correct point): Yeah, so is being a vigilante over a cop, but that’s what you do! I’ve seen you beat the ever-loving shit out of a lot of bad guys committing actual crimes.

Batman (scolding): Language.

Robin!Dick: The context needed the word! I love you, Batman, I do, but let’s be real—you steal police information and beat up thugs. You haven’t paid the Commissioner back for the fire hydrant incident. You break a lot of laws! You say you’re doing it to save lives; so is she! Most are plant lives, but I get it. We’d be arrested too, but we’re lucky; she’s not… it’s not right.

Ivy (sincere, smiling warmly): Thanks again, kid.

Robin!Dick (sweetly): You’re welcome again.

Batman (confused at how he's being criticized): What the… what the heck is happening?

Robin!Dick (swaying back and forth): I'm just saying, in any other city, we’d be going to prison. Well, you would be; I’d be tossed into an orphanage, and that… that’s not fun.

Ivy (nodding): A lot of kids in the system have been abused. He’s got a point.

Batman (annoyed, running a hand through his hair): Why are you arguing with me, Robin?

Robin!Dick (leaning in, determined): Because dang it, she might have a point! We can help her to a degree… In fact, isn’t the building we’re in the one being sued for what they did to a lake? All those ducks died.

Ivy (adding, voice low): Nothing can grow there for decades.

Robin!Dick: Yeah, the ecosystem is destroyed there.

Ivy (pridefully): That’s why I picked this building to invade first. It’s not being used for anything productive. I’m thinking of making it a plant sanctuary.

Robin!Dick (looking around, nodding enthusiastically): Yeah… yeah… that sounds like a good idea.

Ivy (smirking at Batman): You must’ve gotten this level of kindness and understanding from someone else. I like you. Batman, keep him around; he's adorable and smart.

Robin!Dick (cupping his cheeks, blushing): Aww, thank you.

Batman (raising his voice, annoyed): Stop trying to turn him to the dark side! And why are you ganging up on me?

Robin and Ivy (in unison): Because you know it’s wrong and are being stubborn!

Batman (sighing, rubbing his temples): Okay, she’s not my child, but you are. Don’t yell at me.

Robin!Dick (serious): Hm… okay, I'm sorry, but you told me you became Batman because the system is flawed and sometimes matters need to be taken into your hands? Where the law and our governments can’t fix the issue, it takes a civilian to step in and make things right. How is she different?

Ivy (smirking, folding her arms): Yeah, yeah, how am I different? Is it because I’m green? Racist!

Batman (exasperated): That doesn’t make any sense; you’re white!

Robin!Dick (pointing his index finger for emphasis): She’s green now.

Ivy (leaning forward, playful): Robin, was it? Here, take a rose.

Ivy used her powers to hand the young hero a rose.

Robin (smiling widely and taking the rose): Aww, thank you.

Batman groaned, then picked up Robin like a bag and started walking away. Robin giggled as he was being carried.

Batman (growling): Give me a minute; I have to talk to him in private!

Ivy (calling out, amused): Go easy on him, and let that kid be a free thinker. He's smart; he knows what he’s talking about.

Robin!Dick (waving): Thank you, Ivy.

Ten minutes after the two argued, Batman came to a compromise with his son and Ivy. He understood that Dick would absolutely not mind sabotaging factories or causing a fire with a supervillain to protect the planet. All he needed was a good reason.

Batman (driving them home in the Batmobile, voice calm): Could you not defend the actions of the bad guy in front of me next time?

Robin!Dick (munching on McDonald's fries): Don’t take me to one who has a point, and you can’t be mad at me. I did a good thing.

Batman (with a resigned sigh): I hate that you’re technically right. Give me a fry at least.

Robin!Dick passed his father a French fry while finishing off the ones he already had, an infectious smile plastered across his face.

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[divasroses]

how you knoww the signs don't like you…

okay heyyy 😻👋🏾 . this is part two of my first post, 'how you know the signs like you' & thank y'all for blowing that up by the way because wtf !! 😱

disclaimers:

i wrote this from the perspective that it's kind of already known they don't like you and more so how they act afterwards…

if you disagree, you can keep it to yourself tbh, i don't feel like debating over these trivial opinions lol 😭. love y’all tho.

it doesn't matter whoooo doesn't like you, fuck their sign lol. this is just for fun.

🤍 🤍 🤍

aries: a little obvious. couldn’t hide it if they tried. just will be very serious with you. not even shy which i’ve seen from some of the men, just all business which is unlike them. if you have any business with them in the first place that is. yeah that cardinal will definitely show. will look at you, listen to you, acknowledge you but with the straightest face known to man. and that's just them trying not to cuss you out :). yeah the men will be pretty nonchalant but the women...idk you might be activating that fighter chip inside them. so will kind of sit and simmer until they find out IF YOU NEED THAT or not lol.

taurus: hmm yeah them and virgo will give disgust faces a little bit. will wonder why you're even there and might accidentally say that lol. doesn't want to be included with you or your plans and will make that veryyy clear. whoever they are with, if anyone will have to decide between interacting with you or being with them (and quicklyyyy). other than that they will be just visibly annoyed until you're out of their presence or they are out of yours. oh and don't be dressed poorly, they will roast the hell out of you 😂.

cancer: oooooh this is when you see the sour side of a sweet cancer! 😮‍💨 how can one be so passive aggressive yet critical at the same time? will judge you and all your choices. for example, you'll mention something you're working on and they'll be like "oh yeah? and how's that going for you?" with a little smirk. like it’s already failed 😩. you might even catch them rolling their eyes. their loved ones probably already know they don't like you so now it's just one big joke. hope you have tough skin and an even temper babes.

gemini: awe tricky, tricky 🫤. it depends on how much they don't like you. if it's really serious, they will simply refuse to be around you. doesn't matter what the occasion is and they will explain that to whoever needs/wants to know. if it's not that serious, sureeee they'll kick it with you but you can tell they're not really listening/appreciating anything you're saying, just making conversation because it's so easy to them 😭. definitely not laughing at your jokes. if they think you're capable of change, will eventually lay out what you did or said that made them not like you.

leo: extremelyyy petty. shows off even more than usual! think of like how some animals (escaping my mind which ones in particular) will like bare their chest or something to show dominance? it gives that. and don't even think you're getting an OUNCE of attention, from anyoneeee. anything you say or do they'll do it bigger and better baby so don't even bother 🤦🏾‍♀️. might rudely stare, taunt you, look at you crazy. may even form a whole circle and exclude you from it! and if they haven't yet, and it's on their hearts, confront you. "so I heard you were talking shit about me/my friend and I just wanna know where you get off saying ANYTHING because..."

virgo: classic virgo face of disgust 😭. will probably silent treatment you, even if you're in a group of people. and you better not stutter or say anything illogical, they will take pleasure in watching you make a fool of yourself. will definitely be reading you for filth later with their friends (consider yourself lucky you're not there to hear that conversation ) but I've seen them keep it pretty classy in the moment. but, if you're in a group or social setting they will do the bare minimum. for example, let someone know that's your seat if you get up for a second. but don't expect much else. :)

libra: soooo soo dry!!! it's almost cartoonish. but they don't care, it's on purpose! secretly hoping their dryness will make you leave them alone! 😄 whether in person or texting. really doesn't care what you do with your life or what you're saying, just wants you to get the f out of their face! will pacify you until that point... if it never comes trust me they'll find their sweet escape. won't be caught in that situation with you again tho ✌🏾…

scorpio: you might as well be dead babes 😩. will walk, talk and maneuver around you like you're a ghost. won't even look at you. truly will give you no time or attention, in even the most minuscule ways. you'll actually start to feel some type of way from how little mind they pay you. and it'll be very obvious because you'll see how warmly they treat everyone else and how different it is compared to you 🫤. absolutely will not fake it. even if their friends are cool with you and talk to you, they'll leave them there and go fuck off somewhere else. and that friend is in trouble for even talking to you btw 😬.

sagittarius: the original trolls 🤦🏾‍♀️. will clownnnn youu so so bad. you will be looking for the nearest hole to escape the public humiliation lol. most of it will be indirectly, albeit but the point will definitely be made. will talk about you while you're right in front of them 🤷🏾‍♀️. never cared lmao. will tell everyone how lame you are, spreading it like a damn cold. "you see that b*tch right there? that's one weird b*tch. you know what she did? she..." LMAO. people might've heard what they said about you before they even meet you. you thought your reputation proceeds you? no sag's roast of you, proceeds you darling 😭🫠.

capricorn: nose to the ceilinggg! like they smelled something really, really bad. and surprise, surprise: it's you! 😄 casual, flippant shade but doesn't even care to do too much, granted you're not talking trash to them. because don't forget they are exiled in Mars and can definitely go there with you 💯. but until then they will brag/flash their status, achievements and let that do the talking for them in a sense. you'll leave knowing that you're nowhere on their radar or level.

aquarius: i think it can go one of two ways. the first is a little bit of instigation, i’ve seen. might try to annoy you on purpose and shut down/challenge your ideas if you vocalize them in their presence and will be veryy condescending about it. in the meantime will work on getting everyone else's attention/compliments/praise. can be a little obnoxious. remember, they are represented by The Star in tarot and Leo's sister sign. however, they're not as intentional about it as Leo 🤷🏾‍♀️. if you're not biting the bait eventually they knock it off and just do their own thing. the other way is literally just doing their own thing from the start and ignoring you. they will get the attention/compliments/ praise of other people either way.

pisces: so unserious lol. probably just initially laughs when you first come into the room or whatever the circumstance is. but then just goes about their business. might shoot you a crazyyy side eye lmao. but to them you are the elephant in the room and they will genuinely be confused as to why you're in their presence but then again... doesn't really care. 'bigger fish to fry' that's how they see it (no pun intended).

okay so yeah 😄 thank you for reading this babes, hope you enjoyed ! and happy new year! 💋

[sillygoose067]

A Masked Promise

Ch.20

Dick Grayson(Nightwing) x Reader

You both had settled into the couch, the empty plates from breakfast still on the coffee table, while a soft, mellow playlist played in the background. Dick had settled in next to you, his arm casually resting behind you, and you found yourself sinking into his side, your head resting lightly on his shoulder.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence before you felt a tug in your chest. There was something you’d been meaning to bring up, something that had been sitting in your mind for the past few days. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable with Dick—it was the opposite, actually. You felt incredibly safe with him, but this was a conversation you knew needed to happen. Your relationship, as wonderful as it had been so far, had reached a point where you both needed to discuss things you hadn’t even thought about until now.

You pulled back a little from his embrace, your heart fluttering nervously. "Gray?" you began, your voice quieter than you intended.

He glanced down at you, brow furrowing slightly in concern, as if he could sense your shift in mood. "Mmm, what’s up?" His tone was soft and attentive, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how patient he always seemed to be with you.

You fidgeted with your hands in your lap, not quite sure how to start. "There’s… something I’ve been thinking about." You could already feel the flush creeping up your neck, your heart pounding as you hesitated.

Dick remained silent, but you could feel him waiting, his presence warm and encouraging, urging you to continue.

"I don’t… I don’t know how to say this," you mumbled, nervously glancing away. "But I think we need to talk about… well, about us. More specifically, about... intimacy."

Dick's eyebrows rose slightly in surprise, but his expression quickly shifted to something more careful, understanding. “Ah.”

“I just thought,” you continued quickly, your words tumbling out in an effort to fill the silence, “that it’d be good to, you know, set expectations. I don’t want there to be any confusion, and… well, I’m not exactly experienced. Like, at all.”

His lips quirked into a soft smile, but he didn’t interrupt.

“You know that already,” you said, your voice quieter now. “But I’ve been thinking about how things have been going with us, and I feel like I should say it out loud. I don’t want my first time to be… careless or rushed. Like—like in the back of a car or something, like my friend from high school did with her boyfriend of two months.”

Dick let out a low chuckle, his fingers brushing lightly over yours. “The back of a car? I can promise you, that’s not my style.”

Relief bubbled up as you laughed softly, his playful tone easing some of your tension. “Good to know,” you said, finally daring to meet his gaze again.

He reached out, cupping your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin. “I get it. And I want you to know that I’m not in any rush, okay? I don’t want this to feel like something you have to overthink or stress about.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “I know. I just… I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“We are,” he assured you. But then his expression shifted, a more serious glint entering his eyes. “Since we’re being honest, there are things I didn’t love in the past, either. Times when it felt like there wasn’t enough communication, and that made things messy.”

You tilted your head curiously, your fingers instinctively finding his hand. “Messy how?”

He shrugged lightly, his tone thoughtful. “It wasn’t always clear what we wanted from each other, and that led to situations where I felt like I was… I don’t know, guessing. That’s why I want us to always talk about this stuff. I don’t want any misunderstandings between us.”

“That makes sense,” you said softly. “I don’t think I’d be good at guessing, anyway.”

He paused, as though weighing his next words carefully. "For me, I’ve learned that it’s better to wait for the right person, the right time, instead of just doing it because it feels like you’re supposed to. Trust me, I’ve been there before."

Your eyes widened slightly. "Wait, what do you mean?"

He leaned back against the couch, rubbing his hand through his hair as he glanced away. "Before I met you, I had some experiences that I’m not proud of. I was younger, trying to figure things out, but I rushed into things because I felt like I should. In the end, none of those moments really meant anything. They were just... impulsive, and I regret it." He met your eyes, his gaze serious. "But with you? I don’t want that. I want to make sure we’re both ready for whatever comes next."

You felt a surge of relief at his honesty, the weight on your chest slowly lifting. You hadn’t expected him to share his own experiences, but it made you feel like you weren’t alone in how you were feeling.

"You’re right," you said softly. "I just want it to be with someone who cares, someone who understands me."

That earned another laugh from him, his thumb brushing your knuckles now.

For a moment, silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was full of unspoken understanding, the kind that made you feel lighter somehow.

“I appreciate you telling me this,” he said, breaking the quiet. “It takes guts to bring up something like this.”

Immediately, a soft blush painted your cheeks. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, but you felt his gaze on you, warm and patient.

For a moment, he said nothing. You could feel your heart rate pick up, the silence stretching out like an eternity.

You smiled, your heart fluttering as his words sank in. You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of him beside you. "Thanks, Gray."

"Anytime," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

For a few moments, you both sat there, the quiet comfort of his presence wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. The conversation had been nerve-wracking, but it felt good to have it out in the open. No more guessing, no more pressure. Just two people, learning to navigate this new and intimate part of their relationship, together.

As the quiet stretched on, you turned to him, a small smile playing on your lips. "So, what do we do now?" you asked, a teasing note in your voice.

Dick's grin widened, his eyes twinkling. "Well, for starters, we can just enjoy the day, no rush, no pressure." He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against your lips. "And when you’re ready... we’ll take the next step."

You felt your heart swell as you kissed him back, the comfort of his presence and his words settling deep in your chest.

"Gray..." you started, your voice quiet again, but this time it held a certain edge to it. Something soft, but with an unmistakable depth.

His hand, which had been resting on your knee, slid up to your thigh, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he turned his head to look at you. “Yeah?” His voice was low, careful, but you could hear the curiosity beneath the calm.

You hesitated for a split second, then took a deep breath, looking up at him, your eyes slightly narrowed in playful determination. “I think... I think I might be ready for that next step, just a little more, you know?”

Dick raised an eyebrow, a small, intrigued smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh?"

You bit your lip, fighting back a nervous grin, but the excitement in your chest couldn't be contained. “I mean... we’ve had the talk, so that’s out of the way. But I think I’d like to try doing other things."

His eyebrows arched higher, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Other things?” he repeated, clearly amused now. "Care to elaborate?"

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as your gaze flickered down to where his fingers were tracing the skin of your leg. The simple touch made your pulse quicken, and you pushed through the flurry of shyness that threatened to overtake you. "I don't mean... you know, everything," you said with a shy laugh, the words barely escaping your lips as you tried to keep the conversation light. "But... more than just talking. Maybe... exploring a little. Testing out what we like, what feels good—" you let your eyes flicker up to his face, watching his reaction, "without rushing into anything we’re not ready for."

Dick's expression softened, the playful smirk turning into something warmer, but there was still a mischievous spark in his eyes. "So, you're saying you're not ready to run before we’ve learned how to walk?"

You nodded, a soft laugh escaping you. "Exactly. I mean, why rush? We can figure out what works."

"Wow, you could've told me you were an expert in romance, y'know, before we had the whole talk," he says with a playful smirk, earning a light smack on the chest from you.

His hand, which had been resting on your leg, shifted, fingers gently tracing the curve of your knee before moving back to your thigh. His touch lingered for just a moment longer than usual, and you could feel the way his fingers grazed the sensitive skin beneath your clothes. The tension between you thickened, but in the best possible way.

“You’re right,” he murmured, voice low, a playful yet sultry undertone there. “We’ve got all day to explore what works for us. And I have to admit... the thought of you in my arms while we figure this out...” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Sounds pretty damn enticing."

Your pulse fluttered as his words washed over you. You found yourself biting your lip again, this time with an entirely different sort of anticipation. “And maybe... maybe I’d be open to a little more than just cuddling... if you’re up for it."

Dick's eyes flickered to yours, and the intensity there was enough to make your breath hitch. "Trust me, I’m definitely up for it." His hand moved up your arm, then gently cupped your face, lifting your chin so you could meet his gaze. “But I want to make sure we’re on the same page. No pressure. Just... us, exploring things in our own time."

You leaned into his touch, nodding softly. "Exactly. Just... us. Together." The words were softer now, but the emotion behind them was clear. You wanted this—wanted him, but you wanted it to be meaningful. Slow, measured. The thrill was in the discovery, the little things that led up to more.

Dick leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that sent a shiver down your spine. When he pulled back, his gaze was heated, yet affectionate, like he was waiting for you to say something more. You didn’t have to say anything else though. The connection between you was undeniable, and the air between you thickened with tension.

His voice was hushed, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Let’s see what we can discover, then."

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@mybones537 @thereeallink @ziziriaa-blog

[lol-jackles]

Hello,

It’s nice to see you more active on here at the moment.

I was thinking about how you tend to say that the bi-bros who lean towards Sam are more in line with the GA.

But, I watch lots of reactors watch SPN for the first time, and they often lean towards Dean (I’d say 3/5), and I’ve heard a similar ratio say that they think Jensen is a noticeably better actor than Jared.

So, my questions are, are they letting fan expectations colour their reactions (hellers and Dean girls are very fast to pounce on new reactors), are they already Destiel curious from seeing edits in tumblr (I know of at least one who fits this), or do they acquaint “they make me feel emotional therefore they are the best actor”?

For me personally, on my first watch, Dean killed me with his love for family and Sammy and I empathized more with him usually, at least until Season 4/5 where he started pissing me off regularly. But, when I rewatch, I love episodes like Mystery Spot and Born Under a Bad Sign, or Souless Sam episodes because Jared is just so good when he gets something interesting to do. I find the Dean crying stuff less compelling on rewatches because it’s not as interesting to me (with a few expectations) after the first and second viewing. And acting at mirrors scenes gets old for me in particular very quickly.

In short, I think both are good, with different strengths, but I wonder why so many new viewers that I come across see Jensen as being stronger and Dean as being better. Do the just fail to see past the narrative bias? Or they just like Sean because he’s more fun?

Anyway, I appreciate any thoughts you want to share on this. And I’m also wondering if there is stats anywhere in GA favoring Sam?

First, because Sam girls commit “geek social fallacies” by also liking Dean because they love that Dean revolves around their Sammy. But Dean/Jensen stans don’t return the favor because they hate that Dean revolves around his Sammy so they hate on Sammy even though under their breath they’ve said if Jensen had been playing Sammy all along they wouldn’t change any of the writing.  That’s why there appears to be a Dean bias in the SPN fandom because Sam fans also likes Dean.  

It’s not a coincidence that Sam girls are the fandom’s official representative (all the meta fans on the show are Sam fans).   The show is mostly Sam-centric, if the bitter Sam girls won’t believe me then believe Jensen’s interviews when he said that SPN is Sam-centric and called season 10 a "rare Dean-centric storyline". (X)

Second, Dean is supposed to be a scene stealer, that's what support-protagonist do.  Often our favorite characters are not the protagonist but these scene stealers characters, they are usually cool or very funny. But it becomes a problem when producers try to capitalize on the character’s popularity, like creating a spin-off.   Like spices, which can not take the place of the main course, scene stealers often fail as leads because their “special-ness” evaporates when they have to carry the show. It's why WB canceled Supernatural when Jared told them he was leaving, because they knew a Dean-led Supernatural wouldn't work.

So while I'm watching an episode, I am more drawn to Dean because he’s more fun or interesting to watch. However the next day I remember the episode through Sam’s actions and interactions. Some of my readers tell me that they were surprised that they seem to “forget” Dean when they recall specific storylines, I said that’s supposed to happen with the support-protagonist.  We don't remember much of what John Watson did in the classic Sherlock Holmes or what was Nick Carraway's deal in The Great Gatsby.

It's the protagonist who mobilizes the story and stands out in readers’ or audiences’ minds.  Dean needs interaction with Sam in order for the audience to even remember him because he's part of the protagonist’s story. It’s why I keep saying Supernatural is Sam’s story, it's his Hero’s Journey.   Dean is at his best when he’s focused on Sam (which is why season 10 sucked and season 5 was kind of weak).

Third, Jensen is a personality actor and people are generally more drawn to them. Jared is a character actor who is trapped in a leading man role. Jensen has been Jensen “Dean Winchester” Ackles for the majority of his TV and movie roles since 1998.  It’s why Jensen initially made a bigger splash with Dean in the early Supernatural seasons because he’s already been playing Dean for years since Days of Our Lives.  In 2005 when SPN premiered, Jensen had a 7 years head start playing Dean compared to Jared who was just starting to play Sam and had to create Sam from scratch.  By season 3, audiences began to notice Jared's versatile acting skills and he would soon be tasked with playing different characters because that's what character actors do.

[popcornforone]

Home Sick

Day Seven of the Seasons of Life Drabble Challenge

A Javi Gutierrez Fan Fic

MASTERLIST

When you get Marshmallows as a prompt I had to go for my sunshine. He is hard to write for winter so I’ve gone a little nostalgic for it.

Synopsis:- Your feeling homesick but Javi has an idea as to what will cheer you up.

Word count:- 420

Warnings:- suggestion of stuff that might go on after the scene, sucking, swearing.

Thanks @fanfictionoverload @lady-bess @berryispunk can’t believe the winter prompts are now over.

“I know what I need to make you” Javi said. You love him & you love living in Majorca with him & your new life, but you are feeling a little home sick missing your life back in the uk. Yes it’s warmer & not raining at the end of winter, but part of you wishes for cozy nights under blankets watching the rain fall outside. “I need to make you a fondue”

“A fondue?” You question.”I’ve not had one in donkeys”

“All the more reason to then, nostalgia” he says & then bounces off into the kitchen. He’d sent his staff home for the day. This is going to be interesting.

“Fuck” About 15mins later you hear swearing coming from kitchen so go & check he’s not set it all on fire. On the counter top as a range of fresh fruits, bananas, strawberry’s, cherry’s, mangos & apples already for you to dip, into the large bowls of melted milk & white chocolate. Javi is trying to hide the chocolate fountain he tried to get working but broke by accident. Your giggle gives your presence away. He turns around startled & blushing.

“Sorry was trying to do the best for my girl”

“This looks amazing Javi” You say sounding upbeat but there’s still a small amount of disappointment.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asks softly.

“Have you got any marshmallows Javi?” you eyes plead, almost as much as his own puppy dog eyes. With that Javi frantically searches the kitchen but eventually finds them. Your face lights up the second you taste the marshmallow in the milk chocolate.

“Heaven” you moan. Javi smiles, his cock twitching in his trousers. Loving that your noise to this is similar to when he starts to pleasure you.

“I like that noise” he states before eating his own, before then feeding you. You delicately suck his fingers clean. “Oooh have I put you in a different mood now?” Javi asks as you let go of his pinky finger with a loud pop.

“Javi, my love, you always have me in that mood” you smirk. You then dip the marshmallow into a mix of white & milk chocolate & then bite one end. Your eyes tel Javi everything he needs to know. He bites the marshmallow as well & soon the sugary & chocolate goodness is all gone, your sticky fingers caress his face as you kiss him, falling for him even more.

“You really are my sunshine on a gloomy day Javi”

[heesterical]

"My friend here thinks you're cute!" - Jaemin.

Pairing: Jaemin x F!Reader.

Synopsis: You're not sure that accepting(?) Donghyuck's idea of wingmanning was a good decision, since he's about as subtle as a rock, but at least it was… effective.

Genres: Fluff. Comedy (there was an attempt.)

Wc: 1k.

“Don’t turn immediately, but there’s a guy in a black t-shirt near the water cans behind you. That’s him.” You say softly, glancing over Donghyuck’s shoulder. 

Said guy was hunched over a pile of donated supplies, neatly sorting bags of pet food into the labeled bins. Even from a distance, you could tell he was focused, his brows slightly furrowed, the short sleeves of his shirt revealing his forearms as he worked.

Donghyuck, being Donghyuck, immediately turned around, not even trying to be subtle.

“Donghyuck!” you hiss, grabbing at his arm, but it’s too late. He’s already full-on staring.

“Huh. Nice arms,” he observes, nodding approvingly before turning back to you with a smirk. “You’ve got taste, I’ll give you that.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks heating up. “Shut up. I told you not to make it obvious!”

“And you promised you wouldn’t be a chicken. Yet here we are,” he counters, putting the flyers down in a neat pile on the table. “You’ve been pining over him for weeks, Y/n. It’s tragic. Let me help you.”

“I’ve not been pining over him! I just… think it’s cute how he always greets the dogs with that big smile,” you mutter, trying to sound casual as you adjust the paperwork and flyers on the table. “Even when he looks dead tired, he still sits with them and talks about his day like they’re his best friends.”

Donghyuck stares at you, wide-eyed. “Oh my god, you’re hopeless. That’s even worse than I thought.”

“Shut up!” you hiss at his annoyingly loud accusations. You duck your head, trying to hide the embarrassed blush creeping up your neck. “It’s not like that. I just… admire how he’s so kind to the dogs. He’s just—”

“Adorable? Sweet? Husband material?" Donghyuck finishes for you, grinning like the devil he is.

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “Why do I tell you anything?”

“Because you need me,” he says dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “And because if you don’t make a move, I will.”

“You wouldn’t,” you warn, your eyes narrowing.

“Wouldn’t I?” he challenges, already standing straighter, his eyes glinting with mischief. Your stomach flips and you know that it spells trouble. 

“Hyuck, don’t—”

Too late. He’s cupped his hands around his mouth and is already calling out, “Hey!”

Oh god.

"What do you think you're doing-!" 

"Hey, you! Black t-shirt!" 

"Donghyuck, shut the fuck up-" 

He looks up immediately, pointing at himself when he sees that Donghyuck was staring right at him.

“Yes, you! Jaemin, right? My friend here thinks you’re cute!” Donghyuck shouts - even though he’s already got the attention of both Jaemin, and every single person in the vicinity.

You wonder if it is too late to drown Donghyuck in a bathtub and escape to another city. 

For a moment, Jaemin just looks at you, then at Donghyuck, and back at you. Finally, to your horror, he smiles, getting up and brushing his hands off on his jeans. He starts walking towards you, and your panic only grows.

“Oh my god, Hyuck, I’m going to kill you,” you mutter through gritted teeth, desperately wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

“Relax,” Donghyuck says, patting your shoulder with zero remorse. “This is your big moment. Don’t blow it.”

“I hate you so much.”

Jaemin reaches you in just a few strides, his smile easy and warm. “Hi,” he says smoothly. His eyes linger on yours for a moment before darting to the guy next to you. “You must be the world’s loudest wingman.”

Donghyuck grins, unbothered. “I prefer ‘effective.’” He gestures toward you with exaggerated flair. “And here’s my very cute, very single friend.”

You press your lips into a tight line, feeling the heat of several stares on you. You shift awkwardly on your feet, suddenly aware of how much attention the three of you were drawing from the people around you. 

Your cheeks flare with a fresh wave of embarrassment. You try to subtly adjust your posture, but it only makes things worse — and now you’re hyper-aware of every tiny movement. 

Jaemin chuckles softly, his gaze returning to you. “So... is it true?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. “You think I’m cute?” 

You glance up at him. “I—uh—” 

“She does!” Donghyuck pipes in before you can even form a coherent sentence. “She’s been admiring you for weeks. It’s kind of pathetic, honestly.”

You elbow him in the ribs. 

Jaemin, however, doesn’t seem weirded out. 

“Weeks, you say?” he repeats, his voice light, and you can hear the playful edge to it. He sounds amused, and maybe, just maybe, a little flattered.

You bite your lip, a nervous laugh escaping you. “It’s not like that,” you try to salvage whatever is left of your dignity.

Jaemin’s smile grows, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I think you’re cute too,” he says easily, his tone light but sincere.

You stare at him, your brain short-circuiting. “You... what?”

“I’ve noticed you around,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “Was wondering why you kept glancing over.”

Perhaps drowning Hyuck in the bathtub wouldn’t be nearly enough.

“I… wasn’t staring at you. I swear. Just, you know, the dogs are adorable.” You say, attempting to salvage whatever was left of your dignity.

“Really?” Jaemin sighs, pretending to be disappointed. “I was hoping it was me you were looking at.”

Oh?

You raise an eyebrow, a bit of confidence creeping in despite the blush still covering your cheeks. “Oh, so you don’t mind if it was you I was looking at?” you tease, a sly grin tugging at your lips.

Jaemin's smile widens. “Not at all,” he shrugs. “In fact, I think I’d prefer it.”

Donghyuck gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “Oh my god, this is better than a K-drama.”

You ignore him, focusing on Jaemin, who looks at you like he’s genuinely glad this is happening. “So,” he continues, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. “Can I get your number?”

You can have anything you want from me, Jaemin....

NCT Masterlist.

[himluv]

On the Mend

Chapter 21 of Say My Name (Say it Twice) is here! Lucanis and Davrin finally have a much needed Chat™. Read it below, or over on AO3.

Lucanis took the wooden stairs slowly, each step measured, as he approached Davrin’s quarters. He was sure the Warden would not be glad to see him, but after all they’d seen that night at the Cauldron…? Besides, this conversation was long overdue. 

Spite seethed and growled, but said nothing as they entered Davrin’s room. For a moment Lucanis was struck by the openness – the tall, paneless windows inviting the Fade-sky into the room. It was so different from his own quarters that he felt off-kilter for several heartbeats. It was too exposed. 

Spite bristled in response to Lucanis’s momentary discomfort, but still the demon kept his silence. He was sullen, almost pouting. Like a dog who’d been caught with his nose in the trash.

The next thing Lucanis noticed about Davrin’s room were the wood carvings. Some were collected from elsewhere, merely decoration, but most were obviously made by Davrin with a startling eye for detail. 

The final thing that caught Lucanis’s attention was just how comfortable the room was. A fire blazed in the hearth, before which sat a sturdy, but worn wingback chair. Assan lay sprawled at its feet, his head perking up as Lucanis stepped further into the room. 

Davrin peered out from the back of the chair, surprise overtaking his scowl for just a moment. “Lucanis?”

“Davrin.”

Doesn’t like us. Doesn’t trust, Spite hissed. 

Well, whose fault was that?

Spite grumbled but said nothing more. 

The Warden turned back to his whittling. “Come to gloat about Warden secrets?”

Lucanis winced at that. “Actually,” he moved to lean against Davrin’s workbench –well within the Warden’s peripheral line of sight. “I came to ask if you’re all right.”

Davrin’s scowl deepened, but he said nothing. As if wary of some sort of trap.

Mierda, what was he thinking? Davrin didn’t want his assurances, didn’t even need them. Rook would have this conversation with him, and do a better job of it. And yet, his conversation with Neve needled him. She wasn’t wrong. He needed to interact more with the team, and he needed to smooth things over with Davrin. He couldn’t let their conflict jeopardize their work. 

Lucanis sighed and shook his head. “The Cauldron, what happened to the griffons? That was… harrowing.” He gave a pointed glance at Assan. “And I’m not guardian to the last of the griffons.”

Davrin watched him, then snorted. “You sound like Rook.”

Lucanis chuckled at that. It was possibly the greatest compliment he’d ever received. “She was here already, then?”

“Barely had time to change out of my armor.” He sounded exasperated, but fondly so.

Likes. Rook, Spite said. 

Lucanis froze, suddenly wondering if the demon meant Davrin had feelings for Rook. The last thing they needed to add to their already contentious relationship was jealousy. 

No! Spite said. Likes Rook. Like everyone likes Rook! Rook is good. Rook helps. 

Well, that was a relief. Lucanis smirked at Davrin. “She’s good like that.”

“Yeah,” he said. He leaned back in his chair and gave Lucanis an appraising look. “Speaking of… ‘our Rook?’”

Lucanis pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mierda. I knew you’d pick up on that.”

“Kinda hard not to when a demon’s shouting it at you.”

Lucanis was surprised at how casually Davrin said that, at how much humor there was in the Warden’s voice. 

“So, you and Rook–”

Lucanis shook his head. “No.”

“Your demon seems to think so.” Davrin sighed. “And Rook definitely seems to like what she sees.” He chuckled. “I’ve never seen her blush as hard as she did in the kitchen the other day.”

Lucanis frowned. “Bellara certainly didn’t help matters.”

Davrin laughed. “Not for lack of trying!” His brow furrowed and he tilted his head. “So what’s holding you back?”

Lucanis raised an eyebrow at him. “Really?”

“The demon?” He shook his head. “Can’t say I agree with Rook’s taste, but if someone looked at me like that? It’d take more than a demon to keep me from them.”

Easy for him to say. He didn’t have a demon inside him. Lucanis glared at Davrin. “It’s not that simple.”

Davrin shrugged. “I get the feeling nothing is simple with you.”

HA! Spite barked. He’s. RIGHT!

The last thing Lucanis needed was Davrin and his demon teaming up against him. “I came here to talk about you,” he said. How had this conversation gotten away from him?

Davrin grinned. “You might sound like Rook, but she’s way better at this.”

“Of that, I have no doubt.”

They watched each other for a moment, their looks just cool enough not to count as glares. Then Assan stood and stretched, rubbing up against Davrin’s knee. 

The Warden sighed. “You might suck at this,” he said. “But, thanks for trying. I guess.” He winced at Lucanis. 

He shrugged. “I am sorry,” he said. “For Spite.”

Davrin waved him off. “It’s done,” he said. “And, Neve filled in some of the gaps.”

Lucanis scowled. “So she said.”

He smirked. “I told her you wouldn’t like that. But, it did help,” he said. “That shit with your cousin?” He shook his head.

Illario, Spite growled. 

“I’m handling it,” Lucanis said.

“I’m sure you are,” Davrin said. “I don’t envy the guy the pain you’ll put him through.”

Yessssss! 

Lucanis felt his face go blank as he shut down on the anger and heartbreak that swelled up in him at the thought of Illario. “The Crows are assassins, not torturers,” he said. “A good kill is clean and efficient.”

Davrin considered him. “For a contract, maybe. But this?” He shook his head. “This is personal. Family. That’s bound to get messy.”

It already was. It had been messy from the start, when Illario had been too cowardly to sink his blade into Lucanis’s back himself. 

“Yeah,” Davrin said. “That look, right there?” He chuckled. “That’s the real Demon of Vyrantium. And it’s scarier than whatever it is you have going on with Spite.”

I am. Scary! Spite grumbled. Tell him!

Lucanis ignored the demon and scoffed at Davrin. “Only if you’re a mage.”

“Yet another reason I’m happy just being a monster hunter.” 

Lucanis heard the slightly contrived note in Davrin’s voice, saw the forced cheer on his face. If he were more like Neve or Rook, he’d hone in on that inauthenticity, push and prod to help Davrin dissect that feeling. Hunt for the meaning hidden beneath.

Lucanis would rather chew glass. “So,” he said. “Are we…?”

Davrin sighed. “We’re good, Lucanis.”

“For now?” Lucanis smirked. 

Davrin chuckled. “For now.”

That was good enough for Lucanis. They nodded at one another, and Assan squawked his goodbye, then Lucanis hurried back to the close comfort of the pantry. But even before he was back in his comfortable space, he felt a weight lift from his chest. Losing control hadn’t permanently ruined anything. Nothing was broken that couldn’t be fixed. Maybe, there really was a through anything…

He hadn’t truly believed that until now. 

[koyagifs]

𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝔀𝓮𝓫𝓼

pairing: spiderwomen! reader x iron man! yunho x venom!mingi

au: spiderman |

genre: love triangle | angst |

synopsis: he just wanted to be with you, to love & cherish you. How dare spider-women and iron man ruin his plans.

word count: unknown - will be updated once im home

you stared at Mingi with tears stinging your eyes, your s pider senses tingling so much that you felt a headache. You felt at uneasy that even without saying anything you already sent a signal to your boyfriend, and you knew within a few minutes he’ll be here.

Mingi looked at you with so much hurt and in awe. Awe that the women he loves is literally spider-women the one he admires so much. Hurt because you never told him you were spider-women.

Mingi’s eyes bore into yours, a storm of emotions swirling within them. He took a shaky step back, his voice breaking as he whispered, “… you’re Spider-Woman?”

You froze, heart pounding in your chest. This wasn’t how you wanted him to find out. Not like this, not with danger so close you could feel it crawling up your spine.

“Mingi, I—” you started, but the words caught in your throat. What could you say?

“ you’re spider-women this whole time, and didn’t even tell me. Your best friend of nearly 20 years..”

His tone was a mix of disbelief and betrayal, and it hurt more than any physical wound you’d ever endured. You flinched at the pain in his voice, guilt gnawing at your insides as you struggled to find the words to explain.

He let out a dry laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You know what’s funny? I’ve spent months admiring Spider-Woman, thinking she was incredible, untouchable. And the whole time… it was you. The woman I love.” His voice cracked at the end, and the pain in it cut you deeper than any physical wound ever had.

Your mask slipped from your hands just as Yunho landed in front of you. Mingi wanted to vomit, his two closest friends - not telling him their secrets. The voice in his head tormented him.

“ you love me?” you whispered.

Mingi’s lips pressed together tightly as the symbiote whispered venomous thoughts in his mind. His head swam, the revelation of not just one, but two betrayals sinking in. He’d trusted you—trusted Yunho—and now the weight of it all threatened to crush him.

His chest heaved as he struggled to find the right words, but the symbiote’s voice echoed louder in his mind. Tell her. Let her feel what you feel—betrayal. Pain. Let her suffer.

“I…” he started, but the crack in his voice betrayed him. His feelings—raw and unfiltered—were written all over his face. “Yeah,” he admitted, his tone bitter and broken. “I do. But apparently, that didn’t matter enough for you to trust me.”

“Mingi, it’s not like that,” you said quickly, stepping forward, but Yunho raised a hand to stop you. His eyes were locked on Mingi, who was visibly trembling, his fists clenched as the black tendrils of the symbiote pulsed erratically across his skin.

“Mingi,” Yunho said carefully, his tone measured. “I didn’t tell you for the same reason Ynie didn’t. This wasn’t about trust—it was about protecting you.”

“Protecting me?” Mingi spat, his voice distorted as Venom surged, amplifying his frustration. “How is lying to me supposed to protect me, Yunho? You’re Iron Man! You’re supposed to stand for honesty, for trust, and you couldn’t even give me that?”

The words hung heavy in the air, and Yunho’s expression hardened, though guilt flickered behind his eyes. “I get it,” Yunho said, his voice steady. “You’re hurt, and you’re angry. But right now, you’re letting the symbiote take control. You need to fight it, Mingi.”

Mingi’s eyes snapped to Yunho, a venomous glare taking over. “Don’t talk to me about control, Yunho. You’re no better than me. At least I didn’t pretend to be someone I’m not.”

“Stop!” you shouted, stepping between them. Your hands trembled as you reached out toward Mingi. “This isn’t you. Please, listen to me—listen to yourself. The symbiote is twisting everything, making it worse.”

Mingi’s gaze shifted to you, his expression faltering for just a moment. The tendrils retreated slightly, giving you hope. “You lied to me, yn,” he said softly, his voice almost fragile. “How am I supposed to trust anything you say now?”

You gulped, your voice trembling as you tried to explain. “I don’t know, but Mingi, please. You have to understand—”

“Understand what?” Mingi snapped, his voice sharp and cold as the symbiote flickered across his body. “There’s nothing to understand! It’s clear you made your choice… and now, we’ve made ours.” His eyes, glowing faintly with venom’s influence, locked onto yours, filled with hurt and betrayal.

Your breath hitched, and your heart clenched. “Mingi, no, that’s not what this is,” you pleaded, stepping closer. “I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t tell you because I was trying to protect you—”

Enough with this bullshit lie!” Mingi growled, his voice dripping with venom—both literal and metaphorical. The symbiote writhed across his body, black tendrils flaring as his emotions spiraled out of control. “I’ve always been in the shadows of Yunho. He always gets the girl while I sit in the back, as if I’m his damn butler!”

The venom in his words hit you like a slap, but you didn’t move, didn’t flinch. You stood your ground, your heart pounding in your chest as Mingi closed the distance between you, his face mere inches from yours now.

“Mingi, this isn’t about Yunho,” you said, your voice steady despite the tremor of fear running through you. “This is about you and me. Don’t let your jealousy twist this into something it’s not.”

“Jealousy?” Mingi laughed, a dark, humorless sound that sent chills down your spine. “You don’t get it, do you? I’ve spent years watching him take everything I’ve ever wanted without even trying. And now I find out the girl I love—you—kept me in the dark while trusting him?”

Behind you, Yunho’s suit powered up, the faint hum of his repulsors breaking the tense silence. He raised his hand, his palm glowing as he locked his target on Mingi, his once closest friend. “Back off, Mingi,” Yunho warned, his tone calm but firm. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”

Mingi’s eyes darted to Yunho, a sneer curling on his lips. “Of course, the golden boy swoops in to play the hero. You think you’re better than me, Yunho? You think your shiny suit makes you untouchable?”

“This isn’t about me, Mingi,” Yunho shot back, his voice steady. “It’s about you losing control. Don’t let the symbiote win.”

Mingi growled, the symbiote flaring as he turned his attention back to you. The tentacles shot across, pinning Yunho to the wall as the others wrapped around you. You squirmed. “Tell me, yn,” he demanded, his voice raw and trembling.

The symbiote now taking full control of Mingi, you looked at Venom straight on. Ignoring the alarms that are running through you.

“Was it ever me? Did I even stand a chance, or was I always second to him?”

[brklynbxby]

Milo’s voice was a storm, bitter and raw, as if the rain around them had seeped into his very soul and turned it turbulent. His eyes, dark and gleaming with emotion, pierced through the veil of cold water cascading down his face. He exhaled sharply, the sound breaking against the silence like glass shattering.

"Have you ever heard the saying, ‘drunk words are sober thoughts?’ Did you ever stop to think, maybe those words fit—for everything I’ve done for you? Every single time you called, I dropped everything. Plans, obligations, people. It didn’t matter. You needed me, and suddenly, I wasn’t busy—I was there. A coffee in an hour? Sure, let me craft a lie, say I’m sick, and show up just to see you smile."

His words spilled out like a river breaching its banks, unstoppable, pulling everything in its path. "Every fight you had with him, who was there to piece you back together? Who stayed up, sending care packages, crafting words to make you feel whole again? Tell me, Mena—was it him? Or was it me?" With that he took a step back, his chest heaving, the weight of all the unsaid things crushing him as they finally poured out.

"Maybe we both dodged a bullet," he said, his tone sharp, but the cracks in it betrayed him. His shoulders rose in a half-hearted shrug, the gesture hollow, as though trying to mask the raw, aching truth. "You need someone who can read your mind, someone who’ll decode every flicker of your lashes and every hitch in your breath like it’s scripture. And me? I need someone willing to stretch themselves so thin they risk snapping—just to meet the impossible standards I never realized I had. Does that sound about right?” The words hovered between them, hanging heavy like the oppressive weight of the rain-soaked air. Milo let out a shaky breath, one he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He could see it—the subtle shake in her shoulders, the way her arms wrapped around herself, as if trying to hold herself together. The sight only deepened the ache in his chest.

"I don’t know how to be enough for you if you’ve already decided I’m not," he whispered, his voice quieter now, like the remnants of a fire burning itself out. His gaze met hers, searching for something—anything—to anchor him, but finding only the same storm he’d been drowning in all along. The rain fell harder, cold and relentless, and for a fleeting moment, he wondered if it might wash the pain away. But as the words echoed between them, he knew—there was no undoing this. "So what do we do now, Mena?" he asked, his voice raw, almost desperate. "Do we just walk back to James and Sam like nothing happened?”

This was a mess, a complete mess, the kind one might never fully recover from. They were both vulnerable in ways they had never been before and it still didn't feel enough, like it was working. She was crying, faint rain was mixing with her tears, her lung were constricting from the weight between them and there was too much space around her. Mena felt too exposed and she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering without noticing it. Milo's laugh caught her off guard, the sound some bitter and dark. It belonged out here in the street, in the dark and the chaos that they were, but it didn't belonged to him. At least, not the man she had once known. Was this what she had turned him into? Was this what loving each others had done to him? To them? It felt almost grotesque.

"You never told me it meant something beyond that night either," she was quick to spat out. Mena had waited and waited, for the man to say it hadn't just been some drunken mistake. And apparently, Milo had waited for the same from her but she didn't understood why the blame in that felt entirely upon her. Was it because she hadn't clearly said the words that night? As if the way she kissed him, the way she leaned into him when he declared his feelings hadn't meant everything. "How could you not understand what it meant for me? It wasn't about reading minds, it was about knowing me like you were supposed to." Even as she said the words, she knew it was hypocritical of her. Mena was telling him he should have known when she knew deep down she also should have known when it came to him.

"That's not fair," she said as she gasped for air, a sob threatening to break out. The woman had been hurt before now but never like this, never by him. The words he was throwing at her, Mena didn't know if he meant them or if he was just trying to hurt her. But it didn't matter, the result was the same, they were shattering her. She couldn't even respond to his words, couldn't deny them, not because she didn't think they were wrong but because it had cut too deep. "Is that what you think? That you dodge a bullet." She had been thinking that moment before but hearing it, it felt wrong, untrue. "I don't know who you are," she said in disbelief. "I'm sorry if me cheating on someone with you and if telling you I loved you and needed you wasn't enough for your standards. Hopefully Samantha knows she has to greater length to please you."

Mena shook her head in disbelief, only now noticing the rain that was no longer just a drizzle. "You meant everything to me. Still do. And you're the only one I ever wanted. It just doesn't seem like it's enough to keep us intact." The woman suddenly felt exhausted, almost as if she would collapse from everything that had been laid out. It was ugly and raw and as she looked at Milo, she tried, and maybe even failed, to see the meaning of it all.

[kindlythevoid]

Okay, so I was watching the latest episode of Percy Jackson and I was thinking it over when it hit me— Percy Jackson is a Greek Myth.

Now bear with me here, I know how it sounds.

Yes, Percy Jackson is based off Greek Mythology, and the subsequent series(es) are based off their own respective mythos. Yes, the Percy Jackson books follow specific Greek Myths, we all know this. Odyssey, as it was so elegantly pointed out in the newest episode, Theseus in the Labyrinth, etc., etc. Someone else has mentioned this before, so I won’t get into because that… isn’t my point.

My point is that the story of Percy Jackson also functions as a Greek Myth. Tell me your favorite Myth. I’m sure a lot of you will have an overlap. I’m also sure that a lot of you will be telling the story differently. Same story, different details. We all know the fifty different versions of Persephone/Hades, Orpheus/Eurydice, the whole Achilles/Patroclus fiasco… the list really could go on and on. Books have their own takes on it, movies have their own takes, hell, there’s even a few musicals that have thrown their hat in the ring. Even the writers, the orators, whatever you want to call them, back in the day, thousands of years ago, had differing interpretations! And, here’s the kicker, because of its genre as a myth, because it’s about themes over details… at their core, all of them are valid.

Did Persephone wander into the Underworld? Was she wooed by Hades in a pasture? Did the earth swallow her up on Hades’ command? Ultimately, it doesn’t matter. In the end, it snows. Crops die. She’s there for a few months out of the year, every year, and so the seasons change. You can play this game with every myth.

Including Percy.

Now, I must admit that ideas like this have absolutely been floating around; the idea being that the show and the book share the same themes, just updated for a modern audience. I’m just doing my best to expound on that.

Let me try my hand at this, and correct me if I’m wrong.

Percy Jackson is about a boy, a pawn of the gods in a game he doesn’t want to play except not playing means that everyone he loves suffers. His fatal flaw is loyalty, so he plays along.

Annabeth Chase is about a girl who wants permanence. She’s smart, viciously so, but because of how she looks, people demean her. Her fatal flaw is pride, which damns her as much as it helps her survive.

Which one am I talking about? The book or the show? The musical? It shouldn’t matter, they all have the same core theme.

It doesn’t matter whether Hermes is in the Casino or not, it doesn’t matter whether Mrs. Dodds tries to kill Percy in the Museum or right outside of it. The important part is that the Casino delays their trip, and they get a taxi to make it the rest of the way. The important part is that Dodds is Percy’s first vivid experience with the Greek world.

Anyway, I won’t beat a dead horse (anymore). I just think it’s cool that Percy was able to evolve into the exact story he was emulating.

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[dangerous-advantage]

thinking about how raph, april, and mikey are less focused on by the fandom than donnie and leo, the only two main characters in rottmnt with white voice actors