#I have such an unfortunate attachment to him

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pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

a/n: well obviously someone is struggling with an avoidant attachment. and listen as much as I want this to be all happy and joyful I love writing ANGST

thank u for reading kisses muah muah

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, age gap, language, fighting about money

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“I’m thinking I’m going to lean into it.” you ponder towards Jack, who is sitting on your bed as you stand in front of the mirror, turned to the side and holding your stomach.

Jack is seated at the edge, his legs spread and leaning back on his palms, a lecherous grin covering his face as he gazes at you.

“I think that if I don’t, people will just think I’m gaining weight.” you say.

“Well, you are.” Jack adds. You roll your eyes.

“Yes, I am, and yes, that’s a good thing, I know that,” you gripe, “but, I don’t know,” you waffle, slightly embarrassed, “I want to show it off, now that you can tell.”

“Show it off all you want,” he drawls, “you look amazing.”

“Oh, of course you would say that.” you chide.

“Of course I would,” he agrees, “but I guarantee that almost every man that sees you is jealous of me.” he smirks.

You blush and wave him off.

“I guess that means I should tell my work, too, so I can talk about time off.” you mention off-handedly.

“Probably not a bad idea,” Jack agrees, catching your hand as you walk by towards your closet and pulling you to stand in between his legs. His hands skim up the sides of your thighs and stay there.

“How much time off do you want to take?” he asks.

“As much as they’ll give me,” you chuckle, “but unfortunately it probably won’t be much.”

“FMLA says 12 weeks.” Jack says.

“Unpaid,” you return, “I can’t not get paid for 3 months.” you gripe.

Jack sighs.

“I think we should talk more about money,” he suggests.

“No,” you say, pulling away from him and walking out of the bedroom, “everything will be fine.” you tell him, not sure if you believe it yourself.

“Money is a big deal,” he argues, trailing after you as you end up in the kitchen. “It doesn’t have to be a hard conversation,” he promises.

“Of course it’s going to be a hard conversation!” you say, voice raising. “I already feel like shit that I have to start applying to daycares if I want to get a spot for a newborn in January!”

Jack sighs, rubbing his eyes in frustration.

“Why haven’t you told me anything about this? I should be helping you with all of this!” he answers, never having heard of the worry plaguing you.

“Because, Jack,” you sigh, “it’s abundantly clear that you make a lot more than me.” you begin getting choked up as you speak, out of embarrassment, guilt, fear; who knows.

“So what!?” he yells. “We figure out how much more I make and we split things based on that!”

“No, Jack.” you disagree, tears now starting to pool in your eyes.

“Honey,” he coos, putting his hands on your shoulders and deciding to take a different approach. “in a perfect world, what would happen?” he asks gently.

“I don’t want to tell you.” you say quietly, looking into his eyes as he grasps you.

“Why not?” he asks.

You bite your lip and look past him, into the living room.

“Because you’ll want to make it happen.”

Jack chuckles, “You’re right. And what’s wrong with that, huh?” he asks, moving his head so that he’s in your line of sight again. “I thought we already had this conversation. Do I need to remind you? You’re mine. I’m yours. We’re doing this together.” he says slowly. “It doesn’t have to be your money and my money. It can be our money, and we do what’s best for us.”

“And that’s so easy for you to say.” you snap. “When you make 80% of it.”

“Who cares!?” he yells, his hands now running through his silver curls in frustration.

“I do!” you return, “I care! Because what happens to me when all this falls apart,” you say gesturing between the two of you, “and everything is on me to figure out?”

The silence that falls over the room is thick with tension. Jack falls into one of your finish chairs and puts his head in his hands.

“I get it.” he finally says. “But I have told you a hundred times that that’s not going to happen.”

“You can’t know that, Jack!” you yell.

“Well I do know that!” he yells back. “I know that you and the baby are the two most important people in my life,” he stresses, “and I am more than willing to fight with you.” he argues. “We can fight, we can disagree, and then we can choose to move forward and figure it out. I don’t know how to get you to believe that I will always choose that.” he says, defeated.

“What do I need to do?” he asks, staring up at you intensely.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, not knowing an answer.

“Do you want to go to couples therapy, do you want to get married; what would make you believe me?” he asks.

“I don’t know.” you reply quietly.

“Please let me know when you figure it out.” Jack says, standing up from the chair and walking towards the door. “Think about it, let me know, I’ll do whatever. I know it’s hard,” he says while putting on his shoes, clearly about to leave, “but part of you just has to have some faith in me.” he says.

“Lock the door.” he instructs as he opens the door and steps out closing the door behind him.

You watch him go from your window as you start to cry in earnest.

“God, what the fuck is wrong with you,” you mutter to yourself as you watch Jack’s truck pull away.

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[bunnwich]

im so happy that attachment worked! im glad u like the gift, bunny (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

if it's alright with you, i'd love your take again on what conflicts one would have if they were dating leona. after all, relationships aren't perfect and im assuming in the beginning, lots of things could be difficult to manage.

im under the impression leona isn't used to compromising. he's more used to people adjusting for him than the other way around. at least at the start. what other conflicts do you think could arise and how will you get past them?

thank you again, bunn! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) have a great day!

Conflicts When Dating Leona

Hi friend! YES, THIS IS A REALLY INTERESTING QUESTION. First off, I think irl most people have emotional baggage based on trauma, how they grew up, and often, unfortunately, this can get projected onto a partner in their lowest moments. 

I think that there could be some smaller issues that would arise when dating Leona, but I think that depends on what a person can tolerate in a relationship in general, and what each individual can vibe with. We ALL have imperfections, and often in long-term relationships, it comes down to finding someone whose flaws are compatible with your own and being able to balance and nurture each other in healthy ways. Also letting the other person have “ugly” moments and still being able to love them.

Here are a few things I think might come up in a relationship with Leona that could be hard to deal with.

1.) Messy Lifestyle: 

I think Leona is used to others cleaning up after him and making his own meals. It’s not that I think he couldn't do it himself, I think he just chooses not to learn bc of his privilege and the acceptance that his life will "always be like this", so “what’s the point.” He lacks the motivation to improve his life. Half of it, I think, is depression, and the other is…he's just a brat. He's a spoiled rich kid.

So a S/O who comes from a poor or humble background (like Ruggie) or someone with a strict routine (Like Vil)  wouldn't be able to tolerate something like this. I think there's a difference between “dirty” and “messy” and I don’t think he's unhygienic (contrary to old fandom HCs), BUT he IS messy. He’s a complicated man, I think he both cares little about his appearance and cares a lot. Obviously he cares little about wrinkles and buttons, BUT he cares enough to braid his hair and wear flashy jewelry. Though I suppose the fact that he has a deal with Ruggie to care for him and his room, he at least has some standards. He’s a prince!

I do wanna believe (at least in my timeline with Yuu) that Leona learns to live more of a humble life and bonds with the common folk of his kingdom as he takes a job in the community. (Maybe one day he’ll figure out the microwave.)

2.) He Has Toneal Issues/He’s Bossy:

 I think while it may not come from a bad place, Leona tends to think he knows best for everyone. I think he tends to view everything as “big picture”, a chess board, if you will. And he feels as tho he sees everyone clearly (He doesn't), but he feels he does so sometimes while “trying to help you improve” or “giving you advice.” I can see him being a pushy or a know-it-all. And even if coming from a place of “I see your potential and I just want you to be better”, for someone who is more…sensitive, this could be an issue. I can see him having issues sugarcoating things or always using a “nice” tone. It's not that he can't, he just doesn’t mostly. Now, as his S/O I think he is softer on you, but when he gets too stuck in the “mentor Leona” mindset, I can see him being a bit too harsh.

3.) He HATES Being Ignored/Not Listened To:

To kind of go hand in hand with my above point, I think Leona feels as though important people in the past have ignored or not listened to him. And if he feels as though you don't trust, listen or respect him, I can see him getting hung up if in a bad way, OR projecting this past pain onto a partner. Again, this wouldn’t be all the time bc I choose to believe Leona is a self-aware person. Based on the reflections we’ve seen in Chapter 2 light novel and his Chapter 7 dream. HE KNOWS HE'S KINDA A MESS. But, if he feels as though he’s not receiving “adequate attention,” I can see him being a bit clingy or overbearing. We ALL have insecurities, and I firmly believe that nurturing each other’s inner child in a relationship can be key, so making sure he feels like he takes a high precedence in your life is very important to him, considering how highly he would think of you. 

4.) Letting Him Be Right (Sometimes):

Futhermore, Leona is VERY opinionated and I think that while he needs a strong personality to square up with him, you might need to pick your battles and let him take that mentor role he loves so much. He’s got a bit of an ego, and I think he values his intelligence and thrives on the idea of being a caretaker and giving advice. So when he sees others take his advice and “need” him, he feels valued and validated. I do firmly believe in caretaker Leona. He’s smart enough to know when you got this and when to step back. He loves that you're independent! (He wouldn’t choose you if you weren't tough.) BUT, he does like to be needed by you. And if he’s having a low point, I can see this popping up from time to time as a point of frustration for him.

5.) Mood Swings/Clinginess

I do think that once he is invested in someone, all of his insecurities about being needed and wanted will surface. He wants to feel acknowledged by you, to be reassured that you love him. You DON’T have to worship the ground he walks on, but since you would be one of the closest, if not the closest to him, that can be a heavy burden to bare. He can be moody and will need reassurance, even if he doesn’t know how to ask, but he acknowledges himself in Chapter 7 that he “craves attention” more than most. This sort of codependency could be too much for someone who is easily overwhelmed.

Leona’s got Flaws, but He’d Never Stop Trying Being the Best For You.

I think it is a bit of a taboo subject in a way, but dating/marrying someone with deep trauma or a mental illness is NOT always easy. They can sometimes act in ways that are unfair to you based on their trauma, and working out a healthy balance can be hard. I like to read Leona as mature and self-aware, and so I think with time and patience, he would learn how to balance his emotions and keep himself in check with his partner. He’s used to being alone, so it might take a little getting used to. Even so, he’d always apologize (despite what people think). A serious relationship would be all-encompassing to him, and he considers you a “team.” I do think that through disagreements and even fights, Leona would be surprisingly easy to talk to after or through it. He’s logical and empathetic in his own right. 

I think that when ppl “give Leona” flaws, they usually go the “he's aloof.” or “he cares but he's never says I love you out loud" route. And meh, I just don't believe in a SERIOUS established relationship, Leona would be “low-key.” about anything. It would be very apparent how much he loves you. He would never want you to feel how he did. Contrary to popular HC, I don't believe he would have an issue saying how much he loves you either. He's just a bit of a grump and can be a handful. “Mm, I'm sorry. Truly. You know your Lion loves ya.”

That's just what I think anyway, and what I HC! Thank you for your ask!! This was a really interesting one to unpack! I love the subject of imperfect love and relationships bc I feel like it's such a nuanced subject that isn’t brought up a lot. AND THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR ART I LOVE IT SM! 💚💚💚

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #48

Grandpa

Imagine dis…

This inspired my fridge being full again, here’s a flash back

Me: Thanks for treating me at my favorite restaurant, Grandpa, but you really don't have to do this every time I visit your house.

Grandpa: Don't worry about it, kid.

Me: I'm *realage*, definitely not a kid, Grandpa...

Grandpa: As long as you're not in your 30s yet, you're still a kid. Come on, pick whatever dessert you want, it's on me.

Me: No thanks, I'm saving up for a special treat.

Grandpa: Didn't you hear me, brat? (fondly) I said it's on me. And what treat are you saving up for? Did my daughter didn’t gave you enough pocket money again?

Me: No, it's not like that, Grandpa. You and Mom give me plenty. It's just that there's this *brand* I've been dying to get ever since I first tried it, so I'm saving up to buy it.

*a few months later*

Me: MAAAAAA!

Mom: What's wrong, honey?

Me: Why is there a bunch of *brand* in the fridgeeee? These are expensive!

*I said as I look at the prices on my phone, fearing I missed some sort of discount for buying in bulk.*

Mom: Dad apparently wanted to try some ever since he saw it in a commercial and bought too many. He sent some extras here...

Me: *Takes a long inhale* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

….…..

We all have that grandfather. The one who insists he doesn’t play favorites but then turns around and gives one grandchild a thousand dollars for Christmas, claiming it’s because, “Well, I can’t take it with me when I’m dead, might as well spend it on something cute now.” It’s a universal experience. And apparently, not even death—or undeath—exempts you from it.

For the past month, Danny's friends had been roasting him relentlessly over one singular fact: Clockwork spoils him rotten.

Danny, of course, denies it. Danny, ever the tired, oblivious little disaster of a ghost prince, insists Clockwork treats him like any other unfortunate intern-slash-trainee. If anything, he argues, Clockwork enjoys his suffering. After all, no spoiled child would be forced to sit through two-hour lectures on the political structure of the Realm of Screeching Mirrors or solve time-based equations that make mortal physics cry. And yet, somehow, every time he finishes school and is already dead tired—pun intended—he gets yeeted straight into another lesson about interdimensional algebra that makes even Jazz’s nerdy heart weep.

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz just sit there and stare at him like he’s trying to convince them the sky isn’t blue. Even Dan, actual chaotic/ genocidal menace of the Ghost Zone, released on royal bail with a community service contract (a.k.a. babysitting duty), had the gall to grimace at the blatant favoritism. Ellie just nodded and made snide bets on how long it would take before Danny noticed Clockwork had been rigging his ghost-life like a doting stage mom.

It didn’t stop there either. Apparently, somewhere along the line, Pandora decided to become the wine aunt—but instead of wine and passive-aggressive casserole recipes, she sent weaponized care packages. Need a broadsword that sings show tunes when swung? Pandora’s got it. She once gave Danny a dagger made from the crystallized screams of vanquished tyrants. When asked why, she simply said, “To keep your mortals on their toes.”

Then there was Frostbite. Calm, collected, soothing Frostbite… who also happened to be the kind of uncle who would knit you a blanket and throw a car at anyone who made you cry. He’d once paused a global summit in the Far Frozen to deliver Danny a scarf because he “looked a bit chilly” during said meeting. The scarf was bulletproof. And sentient.

Everyone saw it. Everyone. The entire inner circle of Danny's life treated it like the worst-kept secret in all of ghostdom. Sam tried reasoning with him. Tucker built a PowerPoint. Jazz made pie charts, actual pie charts, trying to explain the psychological indicators of excessive grandparental attachment. Danny? Still blissfully in denial.

Which was funny, considering Clockwork literally paused time every night so Danny could get his eight hours. And occasionally twelve. Or fourteen. There were also the little notes left in Danny’s backpack: “Don’t forget your lunch, also destroy that wraith behind locker 307, it’s giving off bad vibes. Love, C.W.” Or, you know, when certain bullies AHEM GIW agents that are more on the violent and competent side AHEM mysteriously disappeared from time itself. Not dead, not missing, just never existed in the first place. Suspiciously convenient.

Still, Danny remained oblivious. Ranting about how Clockwork just gave him more work while his friends sat in the background, watching the temporal equivalent of a dad saying “I’m not mad, just disappointed” and rewriting history to give his grandson fewer childhood traumas.

Things only got worse when Phantom officially joined the Justice League Dark. The invitation had been pending for months. After all, there was only so long the League could ignore the literal child-shaped ghost who kept single-handedly neutralizing League-level threats in a small Midwest town like it was his weekend hobby. The Dark team, especially Constantine and Zatanna, had begrudgingly accepted him after witnessing him pull obscure banishment spells from memory, casually referencing ancient ghost kings as if he had lunch with them last week. (He probably did.)

Thanks to Phantom, the League Dark's solved-case rate skyrocketed. Not that Danny bragged about it. No, he just muttered quiet “thank-yous” to Clockwork for teaching him spells like “Ecto-Spatial Reversal via Reverse-Entropy” and “Don’t Touch That You Idiot, It Bites.”

Things were going smoothly—until a group of Green Lanterns arrived with bad news: a planet eater had been spotted in their quadrant. Immediate panic, of course. Superman went into overdrive, Batman did his usual dramatic scowl, and Phantom… winced.

Hard.

He doubled over slightly, one hand pressed to his core, face pale and wide-eyed. The room turned quiet as Danny muttered something garbled, a soft, vibrating cry that made Constantine drop his cigarette and Doctor Fate slowly turn his helmeted head.

What most of the League didn’t know—what even Danny barely acknowledged—was that as a newly ascended Ancient of Space (thanks, Ghost Zone promotions), he could feel his creations. And he had just started experimenting with creating baby planets for fun. Tiny, floating ball worlds full of pink sand, purple skies, and slow-beeping space whales. He’d named one of them “Steve.”

And now? Steve was gone.

That warbled noise he let out? Not pain. Not warning.

It was a cosmic tantrum.

And the moment he wailed, the pen sitting at the edge of the conference table froze in mid-air. Time literally stuttered. The League stood frozen. Until a massive, glowing portal sliced open behind Danny with the sound of a very irritated and blood thirsty grandfather clock chiming, who knew a grandfather clock can make such ominous chime.

Out came a giant ghost cloaked in deep violet robes, staff glowing ominously, red eyes glaring holes through the League. Every hero present snapped into defense mode—Superman rose into the air, Wonder Woman readied her lasso, Batman reached for seventeen gadgets at once.

And Phantom?

Phantom flung himself at the terrifying ghost like a toddler reunited with their favorite plushie after a week of laundry day. The tears started flowing as he began incoherently babbling about Steve and planet goo and how he worked really hard on making the gravity work this time, and now it’s gone, Grandpa, it’s gone!

Clockwork, for his part, gently patted Danny on the head and offered a soft “There, there. Let’s go home. I have cookies. And cocoa. With extra marshmallows.”

Danny nodded miserably, clutching his mentor like the universe had wronged him personally—which, in fairness, it kind of had. The two vanished into the portal, and just like that, time resumed. The pen hit the floor with a sharp clack.

The Justice League stared in stunned silence.

And then, just a beat too late, the Flash burst in with a stack of nachos, four Slurpees, and a hot dog sticking out of his hair.

Flash blinked at the scattered papers, frazzled League members, and the faint, lingering smell of cinnamon cookies. Batman said nothing. Constantine just lit another cigarette.

…..

 PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

[whatup345]

HIII! Again about the robot/ghost Leo idea <<<3 Sorry it took me so long to respond to this, I promise I didn't forget about this AU!!! And I'm sorry to anyone who moved on from this AU, because I have THOUGHTS, and y'all are now my captive audience /hj

First of all, anyone can write a fic based off this, as long as they credit me! And PLEASE lmk if you're writing a fic about my ideas, because I want to see all of it <3

So about the concept. I have SO MANY ideas for this AU, haha. You guys are all free to interpret the original idea in your own ways, but this is just what I thought up for the plotline:

So in the original idea, Leo actually isn't aware that he's a ghost, like, AT ALL. The reason is that he's supposed to be kinda semiconscious; he understands that something has changed since the Kraang Invasion, but he's not lucid enough to wrap his head around the concept of being dead. This impacts his behavior a lot, because he's not really in control of himself or his powers. Leo doesn't mean any harm, but he often ends up causing chaos or hurting his loved ones, just because he's not aware of his own actions. Nothing makes sense to him while he's in this half-dead state, which leads him to making a ton of awful choices out of confusion or distress.

At first, I think Leo doesn't really mean to possess the robot. He sees it as a kind of gift from Donnie- after all, the robot is literally built in Leo's image, so Leo decides that it must be his robot, for him to use however he wants. Leo basically claims the robot as his possession from day one. And since the robot is "his", Leo sees that as permission to basically practice his powers on the thing, by making it move, bypassing the AI, etc. Only after a while of this does Leo really possess the robot, and he starts using it to interact with his family and loved ones.

This is where things start going wrong. Over time, Leo gets really attached to the robot body. He sees it as not only a way to interact with his brothers, but also a sign of how much his brothers love him. After all, Donnie was the one who built this robot, allowing Leo to talk with his family for the first time in months. Again, Leo isn't aware of his own death, nor does he realize that this robot was just meant as a TEMPORARY coping mechanism. Leo is really happy with Donnie for building the robot, and he eventually starts to see the machine as just an extension of his own body. And when said body is destroyed, you had best believe Leo is not pleased.

I think it was ultimately Donnie's choice to destroy the robot, as a sort of catharsis. I don't think Leo did one big thing to upset anyone, rather, I think Donnie was growing tired of the robot in general. It would be a few months after Leo's death at this point, and the robot would start to grow less comforting for Donnie, even if it weren't acting weird. In Donnie's eyes, destroying the robot was a way to move on and accept Leo's death, instead of relying on a machine to try and replace his brother. Sure, he could just power off the robot, but it was more cathartic for him to destroy it himself, showing that he didn't need the thing to comfort him any more. Unfortunately, Leo did NOT agree with this plan.

When the robot is destroyed, Leo sees it as a HUGE betrayal. Like I said, he's not really aware of the full situation, so he completely misunderstands Donnie's reasons for destroying the robot. He sees it not as Donnie throwing out a piece of machinery, but as Donnie rejecting Leo. Not to mention, this completely cuts him off from his family, right after Leo got used to interacting with them in a semi-normal way. Leo is immediately overwhelmed with the emotions of it all, and his distress overrides whatever remains of his reasoning. It all leaves him angry and scared and completely irrational.

Leo becomes desperate to regain the attention of his brothers. A part of him wants to get back at them for rejecting him, (especially Donnie), but a bigger part of him just wants his brothers to see him again. He wants their attention, and he starts to try and get that attention in any way possible. He doesn't mean to haunt them, but that is absolutely what happens. Leo needs his brothers to see that he's there, but he doesn't understand why they look so scared every time he manages to get through to them.

That's basically how the original idea would play out if I expanded it into a full length story. I do have some more ideas for how exactly Leo would haunt his brothers (Shelldon? Mind meld?), but that's essentially what I thought up for the base plot. If you guys had different interpretations, you could totally do that too though!

Anyway if you like this idea PLEASE interact or ask questions, lol. Thanks if you read this far!!!

Little idea I just had:

After Leo's tragic death, Donnie builds a robot that looks just like Leo (like in all those fanfics). The twist? Leo's actual spirit possesses the robot.

At first, Leo's ghost can't do much. He's weak, and so the robot just follows its intended programming while Leo goes along for the ride. But slowly, as Leo gets used to his new existence, he learns to override the robot's AI, and basically use the robot as a new body. But, there's a problem.

Leo's brothers don't know that the robot is possessed. So when Leo starts to disobey the robot's programming, it causes issues. Donnie barely convinced the family to let him undertake this project, and now, his robot is getting far too invasive, clinging to it's "brothers" even when explicitly commanded not to. Of course, this is just Leo trying to interact with his family after being thrust into the spirit realm. But in everyone else's eyes, it's a weird and creepy robot, with faulty AI that can't understand boundaries.

Finally, Donnie has enough. The robot crosses a line, so Donnie takes it out into a sewer tunnel and destroys it, smashing it into scrap metal. The family is glad to be rid of the thing, which they began to see as a flawed coping mechanism. But Leo's spirit still clings to the robot.

And Leo is terrified. He doesn't understand what happened, or why Donnie would do something like that to him. Leo had been using the robot to live a second life, to speak and move freely, to talk with his family. And once Donnie destroys the robot, that is all ripped from him. Without a vessel to ground him in the mortal world, Leo is forced back into the spirit realm, separated from his brothers all over again, rejected by his family. And in his confusion, Leo gets angry.

Strange little things start to happen in the lair. People get calls that just play static, mystic powers fail more often than usual, Donnie's tech malfunctions. It's weird, but no one minds too much.

Then, one day, Donnie walks into his lab, to see Leo's robot, sitting on the table. It's perfectly repaired, to the extent that no one could even tell it was broken in the first place. It's eyelights are on, and it slowly looks up at Donnie.

"I hate you," It says in a perfect copy of Leo's voice. "I hate you."

And for the first time since his robot was finished, Donnie understands that something is very, very wrong.

[tobeafangirl]

forbidden; feelings

Words: 3,272 Rating: M - language, smut (unprotected car sex), angst (super tiny fight), fluff Type: Harry Styles x Reader Part I ❀ Masterlist ❀ Requests ❀

“Don’t look at me like that.” You watched as Harry smiled hazily, his eyes trailing down your body. “Like what?” There was that voice, so soft and rugged, sending chills down your spine. “You know what like, and put some damn pants on, would you?” You sat up, quick to put your shirt on. 

It was almost 8AM, which meant it was almost time for school. This has become a little too normal for you. It always started with a late-night text which turned into stumbling into bedrooms and landing on either yours or his bed. Although, you couldn’t say that you weren’t having fun. That this hadn’t become a favorite reoccurrence of yours. He was not going to let you go that easily though, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you back into the bed, his lips automatically attaching themselves to your neck, a whimper was to follow. 

“Harry.” Your voice was stern, and his laugh against your skin caused you to shudder. “That’s not normally how you say my name baby.” You cursed yourself and you wiggled your way out from under him, his head hanging low in defeat. “School. We have that. Get dressed.” You wanted no more than to skip school for the day, hell, the week and just be in Harry arms but reality was a problem and unfortunately you lived in it.

“Not even a hand job?” He protested as he began to get dressed, you sighed. How was he the one you found attractive? There were other cute boys who weren’t so, well, Harry. It had to be those damn eyes, he could make any girl weak with just a look and you had fallen victim to that. Part of you didn’t mind. “Well since you said it like that, no.” You smirked, biting down on your lip as you opened his door and made your way downstairs. You were thankful his mum had started working a late shift at her job, it worked better for you to come to Harry versus him trying to come to your house. 

Also, it meant that you didn’t have to keep silent, because that was such a problem with him. It should be illegal. You could hear Harry trailing behind you as he made his way down the stairs as well. This was the worst part of the day, when you two got into separate cars and arrived at school at the same time but never with each other. It was not that what was going on between you two was a secret, no, it couldn’t be. Not with the way Harry would grab you in the hallway in front of everyone, kissing you against the nearest locker without caring who saw. It's just that, you weren’t together. Not in a relationship. Just hooking up. However you want to say it, it was not where you wanted to be, but you were too busy being happy with just being somewhere, you hardly noticed.

He had also broken up with his girlfriend, or well, maybe she just got the hint? Regardless, if he was asked about her, he just shrugged. 

Zayn was leaning against your locker waiting for you. This was a new thing but a frequent thing. It was like he took turns, one day at Harry locker and another at yours. Like a kid going between divorced parents. “Please do not give me any details.” He said when you were close enough to hear him. 

“Gross – Wait, does Harry give you details?” Zayn shrugged at your question. “He’s getting laid, it’s a guy thing.” You made a face of disgust. “A guy thing that I will be bringing up the next time I see him.” You couldn’t say you were surprised. Not that you minded Harry telling Zayn because you could understand that, but it better be to Zayn and Zayn only or you and he were going to have more issues than you already did. 

“If you beat him up, can I watch?” Zayn smiled as you grabbed the things you needed from your locker. “You could, but honestly it would probably just turn into a whole make-out session and once we kiss, eh, you can figure out the rest.” You two began to walk towards your first class, passing by Harry in the process. He smirked at you, but you gave him a stern look in return. That look was met with a confused one from him, but you hid your smile as you changed your attention back on Zayn who was ranting about how Kira had yet to text him back from yesterday. Boys, they are all just a bunch of girls.

Lunch time came quickly, and you were met with the accusing eyes of Harry at your usual table. This was one of the highlights of the new part, you two ate together, with Zayn of course, but still together. “What?” You asked, sitting your tray down of food that you probably weren’t going to touch but Harry would eat from eventually. “What was that look from earlier?” He was leaning into the table, his voice hushed like he was telling you a secret, it was almost as if he was worried, but you played it off. 

You looked at him amused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He leaned back, eyes knowing as he nodded. “Are you sure about that?” And there were those eyes again, deep and dark and ready to pounce. “Pretty sure.” You concluded. “It’s the love birds, looking like they are about to eat each other’s face off, do you mind if I eat first because I want to be able to keep it all down.” You could hear Zayn talking, but your eyes didn’t leave Harry, as if you two were five having the most intense staring contest. 

“Yeah that’s great, Zayn” Harry stood, giving you a look before walking to a place you were all too familiar with. You got up and followed pursuit. “And you two are leaving, okay.” Zayn was left nodding to himself as you followed Harry to the gym.

As soon as the door closed his lips were on yours, frantic just like prom night. You two had only been in here one time after prom, this place just brought back memories. A gym room storage closet, how romantic. His hands were already traveling up your shirt, quick and in a rush. “So, is Zayn going to find out about this too?” You asked in a breathless manner, his lips were now on your neck leaving a spot for you to cover up later. 

“So, there is something bothering you.” And for the first time Harry stopped. Stopped kissing, hands idle, shocked would be an understatement. “No – no.” You tried to reassure, to resume what had stopped, but he wasn’t quite done. “I’ll keep our sex capades between us for now on, if you want.” This was a serious Harry, a Harry that most people probably didn’t know existed. Well, maybe Zayn, but that’s about it. “Uh – Yeah?” It came out as a question, all because you were very confused. It's not like Harry didn’t care but, well, he didn’t care. “Okay, now take that shirt off princess, we only have fifteen minutes left.” And he was back in a blink of an eye.

***

It was a few days later and you were in your room arguing with your friend. She had agreed to go on a date with a guy from school, and he was bringing a friend. You were slumped over your bed, hanging upside down like a bat as she explained why it was completely okay if you go, you know, as just a ‘friend’. “Harry is great, yes. You two are cute but let’s be honest. You two are not together and so why should you sit at home alone on a Friday night when you can be with your friend and a potentially cute guy? What if we go and you have a great time. Then you can be in an actual relationship instead of well, a sexual one.” 

You never wanted to yell at someone as much as you wanted to yell at her right now. However, a part of you knew she was right, you just sat here on weekends, waiting for late-night calls. It was time to be a teenager, have fun for once. Maybe not to the point of something happening with this mystery guy but just to go out. “Okay, but this isn’t a date. This is me going out for the weekend. Just a little fun. So, don’t get this guy's hopes up. Deal?” Your friend squealed at your response “Deal!”

Around an hour after getting ready your phone rang. You didn’t think much about it until Harry's name popped up on display. That was weird, it was way too early for him to call, his mum still had to be home. And Harry was not the type to call to ‘chat’ for a little while. 

You answered hesitantly, “Hello?” The confusion was strong in your voice and he could tell that as his laughter rang through. “Hi, gorgeous.” That was a new one, but not unlike Harry. You took a seat on your bed, smiling to yourself. “What do I owe this pleasure?” You would play his little game. Besides you had plans and you weren’t one to cancel, so turning down whatever sex-offer you received would be fun, and it would make more fun for later. 

“Are you busy?” There was a hint of something in his voice, a kind of tone you didn’t pick up on. “Why? Has your dad left already?” Another laugh. “No, he is roaming in the kitchen. Nah, I thought uh – maybe you could come over early? I’m sure we can find something to do until he leaves.” Did Harry want you to come over and hang out? Just like, be in each other’s presents with clothes on?

You and Harry had conversation before, it was not just sex all the time, but it was a majority of the time. “Oh. I kind of told my friend I’d hang out with her. I think we are going to that stupid shake place that just opened. I can totally cancel though, it’s not a big deal.” It really was not a big deal, you would rather spend your time with Harry, although part of you did not believe you were admitting that. Even to yourself. “No, you go ahead, have fun. I’ll still see you tonight though, right?” He sounded a little defeated, but you tried to let it slide. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

***

So far, your night was not going so well. This guy was clingy and didn’t understand this was a lack of a date. He had his arm around you, and you’ve had to have shrugged it off at least ten times now. It wasn’t that he was not a nice guy, he seemed great, but you could not get Harry off your mind and honestly would rather be with him at this moment. 

“(Y/N), what are you doing? At least act like you’re having a good time!” You’ve heard this at least three times from your friend, so you turned to have a casual conversation with the boy next to you. It was a nice break, turning to look at him got his arm off your shoulder, but still seemed to entertain him properly. 

”Seems like you guys are having a good time.” That voice was familiar, and it caused you to sit up straight. You slowly turned around and your face met with Harry. “Hey.” Your voice was soft, lost, but Harry did nothing but nod. He looked hurt, something you never thought you would see on his face, something you never wanted to see on his face again. 

“Have a good night.” He said simply, turning and walking away from you. “Wait.” Confusion was plastered on your face, a new constant reaction to everything that was Harry. Without thinking you got up and followed him outside, the rain was pouring, and you were unsure of when it started.

“Harry!” You shouted after him and he turned to face you quickly, face pulling tightly in hurt as he pointed towards the door behind you. “What the hell was that?” He was obviously mad, and you knew why, you weren’t stupid, but it still didn’t make perfect sense. “What are you talking about?” You stayed quiet, voice still soft, he has enough anger in him for the both of you. 

“You’re in there with some guy, basically on a date – have you, have you been seeing him this whole time? Is this –” He motioned between the two of you “Just something on the side.” Your head was in a rush, mind absent as you could not gather your thoughts. “Do you really think that of me? That I would do that? Are you kidding me?” 

It was your turn to be mad. “I don’t know what I think of you right now. You know I thought we were getting along, having a good time. Thought you were different.” Your eyebrows knitted together at his words. Have you just been confused all along? “You can’t do that. You can’t turn this all around as if I am the problem. Commitment has never been your thing, I knew that coming into this. You can't just flip the script on me without a warning. I don’t know what you want.”

“What do I want? What do I want?” His voice was softer now, and it was because he was so close. This was the first time you really looked at him. The rain was cascading down his face, his hair flat against his forehead. But those eyes stayed sharp as they bore into your soul. You wondered how you looked in his eyes and if he found you as beautiful and you did him. 

“I want you.” Those were words you often heard come out of Harry's mouth, but not in that way. 

It was much more than lust, you would even go as far as to say this boy was smitten with you. It made you smile as you felt familiar strong hands wrap around you, bringing you into a kiss that embodied much more passion than it should have. You whimpered, body going weak as his tongue wasted no time in entering your mouth, exploring hungerly. You kissed back with every particle of you, pressing your body into his as if you were trying to melt into him. Your back was pressed against something, the wall? Maybe the door? You wondered how many people were watching, if anyone, and were they going to come outside to get you two to stop?

You couldn’t think about it much longer because Harry picked you up in one swift motion, carrying you to where he was parked close by. You held him close as he carried you, arms around his neck as you placed soft kisses down his jawline. His car was in sight and the door was practically ripped open when you got to it. 

He placed you in the back, lifting his shirt over his head as he climbed in himself. The door shutting was drowned out by his lips back on yours, it sent a wave through your body and you were aching to take your shirt off, to feel his skin on your skin. Harry must have been reading your mind because soon your wet shirt had met the floorboard, his hand roaming your damp body. You might have been uncomfortable if you weren’t distracted, your wet clothes feeling tighter as your body began to warm at Harry touch. His lips on your neck, his hands sliding down your legs as he took off your jeans, this boy had you on cloud nine and he hadn’t even touched you yet. “Harry” There was a beg in your voice, you needed him. “Shhh.” He hushed you, but you could feel his smirk as he unclasped your bra.

Relief filled you as your bra was discarded, now nearly fully naked in front of this man, he took a moment to admire your body, to touch every part of you besides where you needed to be touched. You damned him for having so much control. “Fucking beautiful.” You wanted to tell him to shut up, or to laugh, but as soon as those words left his mouth, his head dipped low planting small kisses down the valley of your breast. 

You let out a sigh, fingers tangling in the back of his hair. He began to kiss up the side of your breast before taking your nipple into his mouth, slowly massaging it with his tongue. “Fuck” You moaned, tugging lightly at his hair. He hummed at that, sending gathered heat straight down to between your thighs. 

“Please Harry – I can’t. I need you inside of me.” He let out a grunt, his lips moving back up and for the first time you could feel how hard he was, you couldn’t stop yourself from ripping off his jeans. “Damn, baby” He muttered into your ear, he didn’t even take the time to take off your underwear, just pulled them to the side, the lust finally getting to him as his eyes grew darker.

The first thrust inside of you was enough to send you over the edge, but you tried to hold on for him, your head hitting the door behind you. You were in complete ecstasy, Harry hips moving at a pace where you were sure the car was rocking. Never ending moans were leaving your lips and his uneven breathing was close to your ear. 

Your head was lightly hitting the door with each thrust, and if you weren’t so lost in everything Harry, you’d probably take a moment to complain but instead you whispered a low “Don’t stop.” Into his ear, causing his pace to quicken and his thrust to deepen. You could feel it inside of you, the constant burning that was ready for release. 

“(Y/N)” He let out the softest moan and it nearly pushed you over the edge. Nails going down his back, teeth digging into your lip, you pulled him closer, “Can I cum?” You asked politely, catching Harry off guard to the point where he almost stilled. His lips connected to yours again, another passionate kiss that you would surely dream about later. “Only if you say my name.” His voice was like a growl, and you were more than willing to give him what he wanted.

“Harry” You repeated, his name being a chant. His thumb found its way down to your bundle of nerves, moving in circles as you gripped onto the seat for support. You felt your body shake, seeing nothing but white as your orgasm washed over you. You could hear yourself but couldn’t stop from making so much noise, leaving you gasping for breath. Harry thrust began to become shaky, unsteady as your tightness became too much for him, pushing him over the edge as well as he let out one of the cutest moans you had ever heard. It was almost enough for you to go another round. He laid his head on your shoulder, his weight shifting onto yours as you two laid there with nothing but pants being exchanged. “I like you.” Harry said, a small laugh escaped you. “Yeah, I hope so.” You said as your lips met in another kiss.

[belowablue]

Some Help - James Potter/Sirius Black x Reader

Good morning, good afternoon and good night I have some smut here for you. Special shoutout to Preacher's Daughter for being today's soundtrack.

MDNI

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James was quietly brooding in a corner of the Gryffindor common room, a victory party in full swing. Unfortunately for James that victory had come at the cost of his ribs; turns out barrelling into Ravenclaw’s chasers to distract their seeker from seeing the snitch had unforeseen consequences. 

Shifting his weight, he winced as pain raced through the right side of his torso. Madam Pomfrey had been unable to do much about the bruising that now covered a decent half of his chest and he was just now understanding how limiting this injury would be. Not quidditch, no, he wasn’t upset at that - okay maybe a little, but the much bigger, much more glaringly obvious consequence was his lack of mobility. His grip on his mug of butterbeer tightened as he stared over at you, sat in a warped circle of friends next to the fire, cheeks flushed, eyes shining brightly at Sirius’s latest joke. 

How was he supposed to fuck you silly if he could hardly move? He huffed, his eyebrows drawing even closer together as he pondered this very annoying obstacle. Slowly, his eyes slid from you to the boy sat next to you. James’ brow cleared. Yes, Godric it was so obvious. Who else did he trust that much?

Sirius’ lips met yours hungrily, as one hand groped your tit over your bra. You kissed him back eagerly, ignoring your moody boyfriend huddled in the corner, staring at you like a pervert. When he suggested the idea to you two, James didn’t know just how pissed off he would be at watching you two get off without being able to join in himself. Still, as long as you were happy.

You gasped lightly as Sirius attached himself to your neck, the hand that had been preoccupied with your boob made it’s way slowly down over your stomach and abdomen to reach your core. Still sucking at the sensitive spot near your ear, he inched your skirt up until it was bunched around your waist, you lifted your hips to help, and was now running two fingers gently over your underwear. “Sirius” you gasped, “Sirius please- ”. He sniggered and leaned up to your ear, whispering “I love hearing how desperate you are doll”, simultaneously shifting your panties aside so he could touch your skin. You decided there and then that you’d never shut up if it meant he kept touching you. 

His face came hazily into view, hovering over you as his fingers found your clit. You moaned and he cooed at you, mockingly but you didn’t have the mind to register it. “Feels nice puppy?”, you nodded dreamily back as your eyes half-closed, feeling his fingers sliding through your folds, cold rings sending shivers up your spine. “You’re so wet for me,” he said with delight, staring at James now, just to let him know. James scowled back, arms crossed, hunched in his chair. Sirius was just opening his mouth to brag again when he heard your request for “more please Siri.” How could he ignore you with manners like that? 

He took his hand off you, which you whined at, but it was only so he could move down you to lie between your legs, tugging at your underwear as he went. He pulled them down and off, throwing them blindly in James’ direction. He heard scuffling and a quiet shit behind him and knew James had lunged forward to scoop your panties up, pain be damned, desperate to be included. Sirius turned his attention back to the main event. Resting his head on your inner thigh, he brought his left hand up to rub your clit, while his right one went down to your entrance. He was very pleased at the amount of slick there, a clear sign you were as into this as he was. He teased you for a second or two, before slowly pushing a finger in. You sighed dreamily, one hand reaching down to hold onto his hair, the other reaching out for James. Of course, that boy can’t deny you anything, so he came forward to kneel next to the bed, hand slipping into yours. You laced your fingers contentedly as you gratefully stroked Sirius’ hair. 

Said boy had set up a steady rhythm of pumping his finger in and out of you and rubbing delicious circles on your clit. He was watching you fixedly for any signs of discomfort as he introduced a second finger, curling them up with every thrust. Your loud moan told him you were just fine. He sped up as your moans began to build, eager to make you cum. James apparently was also just as eager, instructing Sirius to “keep going”, he said, “she’ll cum soon”. Sirius glared up at James, snapping back “I could have told you that”. James scowled right back down at his best friend, about to retaliate when you interrupted their little spat by coming apart loudly on Sirius’ fingers.

Back arched, head thrown back in the throngs of pleasure, eyes squeezing closed like your thighs. Your moans filled the dorm as both boys admired the sight before them. Sirius kept moving his fingers, kept rubbing against your sensitive walls to prolong your ecstasy, until you were babbling at him to stop. He wore a proud smirk on his face as he pulled away from you, offering the fingers that were inside you to James. Still scowling, he sucked Sirius’ cum coated fingers into his mouth, just to get a taste of what he couldn’t have. 

“All ready for me doll?” Sirius asked as he undid his belt. You nodded, half in a dream, floating in pleasure. James squeezed your hand reassuringly and you just managed to squeeze back before Sirius, kneeling now, rubbed the head of his cock up and down your pussy, coating himself in your release. You brought one leg up to wrap around his hip and push him forward into you. The noises you two made as he slowly sank into your warm, wet cunt, not stopping until his hips were flush with yours. 

James was watching you carefully for any signs of discomfort, but you were having the time of your life with Sirius’ cock inside you. It wasn’t everyday that your boyfriend let you fuck his best friend because he was incapacitated so you were determined to enjoy it. Sirius set a moderate pace, savouring the feeling of you gripping him whilst getting a stunning view of your bouncing tits. “Fuck James”, he said with a half groan “can’t believe you get to do this- her, whenever you want”, jealously leaked into his words, which had James on the alert. “Don’t you fucking forget it” he replied, watching you lovingly.

“OhmyfuckinggodSirius” you moaned as his thrusts sped up, chasing his own orgasm. James, catching on, frowned and reached down to rub your clit just the way you liked it. You barely had time to smile dazedly at him, so grateful, before Sirius was cursing loudly, ropes of cum filling you. He was already wound so fucking tight watching you cum earlier and then the way you clenched around him when your boyfriend rubbed you and then way you moaned his name- it was all just too much. 

You sighed contentedly, expecting Sirius to pull out but, to your great surprise, he only went faster, driving himself into overstimulation in order to make you cum. He hunched over you, eyes screwed tight shut, determination written all over his face, but of course; he had a reputation to uphold. The increase in speed, mixed with Jamie’s fingers on you was enough to send you squealing into your own orgasm, legs clenching around his hips, James' praises filling your ears.

Once you had both stilled, James was quick to capture your attention, kissing you zealously, one hand on your jaw to turn your face towards him, still squeezing your other hand tight. Pulling back, he asked “how was that lovie?”. He waited expectantly and, though he showed it less, so did Sirius. The Casanova of Gryffindor tower was waiting for his latest review. 

You smiled angelically up at him. 

“Perfect Jamie” 

Needless to say, Sirius didn’t shut up about that review for weeks.

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[sylusjinxedpaw]

One thing Banquet Ablaze reminded me is...

Is that Rafayel existence is full of pain and trauma, and I don't know how he finds the strength to keep going despite everything that has happened to him.

In this card he tells us that he had an art mentor that wasn't really perfect, but he cherished and respected him. It would have been better if he really did have found that "utopia" like Rafayel said at the beginning. Unfortunately Lemurians don't usually have a happy ending.

It is sad how he fabricated that lie for us to not know about his tragic end at the hands of another greedy human. And if it wasn't because we saw the mentor's scales on the wall, we wouldn't have known.

Sometimes I wonder how he will manage to move on from all his pain and burden that he has carried for centuries.

Yes I know, he has mc, but eventually he has to find a way to heal in any way, love and a partner cannot do so much if he doesn't work on it. It could affect their relationship too, and that is my fear. His burdens are too heavy and I feel that he will colapse at some point from all of it. It might even be on the next main story update for him

This man is drowning in pain...

Seeing him colapse on the sea fucking broke my heart.

No Rafa. We're not scared of you. We understand more than ever why you are and act that way.

Anyway, this card left me with wet eyes and a pain in the chest. I just want to give my fishie a hug, a big hug that might put the shattered pieces of his heart just a little bit in place for a while. And to give him some warm that might help with the pain he feels.

This is what I get for getting my ass attached to him as my 2nd favorite, goddamn. I don't regret it though

[metalnchains]

Ghost (Johnny) Meets a Ghost 4

(Divider credit https://www.tumblr.com/strangergraphics) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 We're throwing Johnny into the mix, with a bit less Simon in this one. The dynamic was inspired by Ghouljams amulet Soap posts, in that Simon's oblivious til amulet Johnny points out there's a whole ass spirit right next to him, but we'll get there CW: I describe the readers death in this. I don't go into too much graphic detail, but be aware.

(Simon)

Logically Simon knew keeping his new place a secret wasn’t going to last forever. Price already knew of course, couldn’t keep a secret from the captain if he’d tried his hardest in the first place. He’d gone so far as to show Price the before and after images. The rest of his leave had been spent buying new furniture, and new odds and ends for the kitchen. But apparently he’d come back too positive and with slightly lighter eye bags and it was just enough to tip Garrick off to something new in his personal life. Both his sergeants were nosy, and both were persistent about anything related to him. Being the mysterious masked ghost had its downsides he supposed. It began with Kyle asking about a possible new girl at home after a mission brief. He’d grunted out a negative and glared for good measure. 

Should have known better. 

Now that Kyle had smelled blood in the water Johnny’s involvement was inevitable. They’d pestered and prodded in various different ways throughout the day, and even when they were boarding for their mission. Not even Price’s rough grumble about focusing was enough to shut them up. 

But after weeks of being stuck in a too cramped safe house, having bullets ricochet around his head in an enemy base, and another stint at the safe house, he did finally relent and spill about his little getaway home. He even let his team swipe through his photos of the place to see it. Price and Garrick had been content with the photos he’d taken, with the promise of more should he decide to continue with renovating. But Soap as always needed more. Thus began the planning of a trip to Ohio to satisfy his sergeant’s curiosity.

Johnny)

Johnny Mactavish was man enough to admit that he was nosy. He filed away information about anyone and everyone within his life both on base and off. You never knew when some small scrap of piece of info was going to be useful in his line of work. And it made teasing people much easier. To say he was annoyed at knowing next to nothing about his lieutenant’s personal life was an understatement. His LT was a stone wall when it came to his and Garrick’s wheedling and prodding at everything except what was plainly obvious with just observation. Ghost didn’t mind them knowing how he took his tea, that he preferred looser fitting clothing, or that he held the incorrect opinion that bourbon was better than scotch. But anything related to life outside the base was shut down immediately. Having the Ghost admit to moving, and even seeing pictures of the inside of his new house nearly knocked him on his ass. It took Kyle’s best puppy eyes, and his own constant whining for Simon to openly tell them the address of his new place. He looked the property up at the first opportunity when back on base. The house wasn’t all that impressive looking from the street images. Plain white, gravel driveway, and a yard. Nothing special. 

Til he accidentally clicked on the web search instead of little x at the top of his tab. Right underneath the realtors listing was a news article about a robbery. 

The article wasn’t long. More of a headline than a story really. It mentioned a break in, and an unfortunate death on the property. It took more digging than he’d thought to find the previous owner of the house. He finally found a name after searching for more articles of their death. He’d even found a picture attached to one article. They’d been cute. Still in their twenties from what he could find. Obviously a private person based on their lack of social media activity even when alive. There was no information about what exactly had happened to them at all though, which was slightly disappointing. But this was still a worthwhile adventure, and Kyle would certainly be interested in learning more about the house. He couldn’t wait to tease the big bad Ghost about his lavender colored bathroom. 

(Johnny cont.) 

Simon’s house wasn’t much to look at in his opinion. The grounds were overgrown, and wild looking. The house itself was plain. But the fact that he was there at all was still a miracle. Wheedling the info out of his lieutenant had been a battle of attrition over the course of a month-long mission. And now here he was walking up the uneven sidewalk to the back door. It surprised him that Ghost had chosen such a wide open location. Even though he was on leave and safe he had immediately felt a prickle up his spine at being so unguarded. Or maybe it was just because the house still looked so abandoned. The windows looked like empty eyes peering at him, especially this late at night. The inside didn’t do much to ease his sudden tension. Simon had clearly done some redecorating, but he’d really only decorated for one person. Nothing about his home was particularly inviting for company. At least there was an actual bed upstairs for him though. The safe house they’d been in had been less than accommodating. It felt like heaven after collapsing on it after a short shower. 

He was out like a light the moment his head was on the pillow. 

Standing in the basement was…disturbing. He’d told Simon what he’d found out about the house during the drive over from the airport. He hadn’t said much other than a hmm and grunt here and there at the time. During breakfast was when he’d casually mentioned noticing the spatter on the walls and floor of the basement during his initial tour. The pooling was the worst in the middle. The largest stain had seen a cleaning attempt or two, but the outline of the puddle was still visible if you were paying attention to it. The streaks and flicks in the stairwell hadn’t been cleaned at all. Though they could have look like small rusty water stain to the untrained eye. The tension wasn’t leaving either. If anything it got worse after they came up from the basement. How Simon was totally at ease and tootling around and casually dusting surfaces off, and lounging on the porch was beyond him. Maybe he was paranoid, or maybe watching possession with Kyle had been a mistake. Regardless, laying down to sleep that second night was difficult. He felt like he had to keep watch or ....something was going to happen.  He woke up with a snuffle into his blanket. His hair was pinned in a weird position and he rolled over onto his back to ease it. 

Then he felt a hand on his cheek.

(Ghostie reader) 

Simon was gone longer than you had expected him to be. He had been gone for a month and half after his extended stay here. He’d managed to get new furniture inside, including a sort of second bedroom area in your old bedroom. He’d even accidentally put the bed where you had had yours in life. It had earned a small snorted giggle from you when he’d set it up. There was not much in the way of personal touches, but the house looked more lived in now. Even with its layer of dust. 

Speaking of Simon. Your big scary giant was currently trudging up the sidewalk with a man trailing behind him like a duckling. You assumed he was another soldier based on Simon being one. That, and you’d never seen a normal person keep their shoulders that squared willingly. He was scruffy and had a mohawk of all things. He was cute though, especially when he puffed up his cheeks a little before retorting something back at Simon. Your eyebrows had raised even more at his accent. You’d been expecting another englishman, but the deep brogue was a complete surprise. 

They spent as little time as possible downstairs that night. That was fine, you’d watch over the house as you always did while they slept. 

You were hovering near them as they ate. Having someone, anyone to listen to and pretend to interact with was too much to resist after so long alone. Though you wouldn’t have chosen murder to chat about over breakfast, especially yours. Seems like Mr Scot has done some research into you. You’d startled a bit when he’d actually said your name, it’d been so long since you’d heard it last. You’d trailed after them to the basement when Simon had mentioned the stains. The Scot, Johnny you now knew, seemed to be rather ill at ease being down here. It was… interesting to see him so tense while Simon was there calm as can be. Maybe he was as perceptive as Simon is? You’d been getting better at moving things since Simon had left. Now that there were actually items in the house to practice with. And having the motivation to be acknowledged for once was a big help. Motivation yielded results, who knew? You snorted at the thought. Coming back to the present they really were eerily good at reading the room you were killed in. Courtesy of being soldiers, you guessed. They’d successfully deduced that you’d been thrown down here, had smacked your head at the bottom step, and finally died in the middle of the room. The only thing they’d gotten wrong was that you had not been shot in the head like Simon suggested. You’d been beaten with a pipe.

They were nearly about to leave when you decided to play with Johnny a little. As revenge for making you once again relive your death you blew on the back of his neck. It wasn’t much, but you were curious to see if he’d notice the way Simon had seen your shadow, and finger marks on the mirror. He had rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around for the spider web he’d obviously walked into. How interesting. He was going to be fun. 

The rest of the day passed by peacefully. Eavesdropping had been fun. Johnny was a very animated storyteller, and Simon’s voice was more relaxing than it had the right to be. Listening to their combined gossip from their base was fascinating. That night, when they’d laid down for bed you made sure to hover near Johnny. You let him sleep for a while before you were brave enough to try and wake him. What would you do if he actually did see you? He’d reacted to you down in the basement, and he was clearly tense whenever you were close to him. But maybe he’d be like Simon was and write you off as a figment of his imagination. No time like the present you supposed. 

You went for his hair first. It looked too fluffy to resist after he’d washed all the gel out of it. You were rather self satisfied for a moment when he rolled over and readjusted. Much like Simon had on his first night here. Maybe you could risk a bit more. Leaning over him you traced the line of his scruff on his cheek this time. You’d been so enthralled at actually being able to touch him that you failed to realize his terrified blue eyes were staring a hole right through you. He made a soft noise then, glancing up, you froze. He froze, not even blinking. 

Well this is awkward.

[lexiecon-mp4]

The Confession: A Line Breakdown

Day 6: S2 EP5

Prompt: N/A

The iconic "rom-com" episode! All throughout the first four episodes of the second season, I was strictly holding myself back from becoming attached to these two. There were so many insane moments that I could hardly believe were canon, but I dismissed it all as unintentional writing choices and "queerbaiting" because I refused to believe the writers (for the MCU!!!) would commit to their relationship all the way through. At least, not without giving way to a more "serious" straight relationship or disrupting it with some overt "bro" jokes that wouldn't take them seriously.

Yet this episode manages to bring some excellent humor into their relationship (through some alternate-self shenanigans) with moments that take their relationship seriously. But what impacted me the most was one single line that defined the significance of their bond.

Back in S2EP1, Loki timeslips before he can tell Mobius what he believes are his final words to him. As soon as that moment happened, I knew the writers were going to pull a "Chekhov's gun" with this confession, and bring it up in a significant place later in the season. So when Loki finally said "You saved my life when I first arrived. You saw something in me that I hadn’t seen in myself." in EP5, I immediately knew that was what he wanted to tell him. So, let's break down the significance of this line and the tragedy of his Mobius not hearing those words.

"You saved my life when I first arrived."

The first thing that comes to my mind in hearing this sentence was Mobius interrupting Loki's trial and preventing him from pruning in the very first episode. At the time, both thought pruning would result in an instant, permanent death there was no chance of coming back from. But of course, as of now Loki knows that he could have survived in the Void himself for some time. What he seems to be pointing at here is more of a figurative saving rather than a literal one.

The Void in S1EP5 was full of Loki variants that continuously backstabbed and sabotaged one another for power. Even in a wasteland with no people to rule, their definitions of "glorious purpose" was severely misconstrued and self-destructive. When our Loki arrives there, he's clearly very embarrassed over their actions, and has a small moment of self-reflection. He recognizes that this is what everyone else saw in him on the timeline; just a malicious and egotistical fool who often secured his own downfall. But rather than being offended or close-minded about it, you can tell that he acknowledges he was once like them.

If Loki had been immediately pruned upon arrival at the TVA, he would have acted just as simplistically as the others, or worse, met an unfortunate fate due to betrayal. It was meeting Mobius that gave him an opportunity to listen to someone who pointed out all his flaws and shortcomings, but without judgement. In turn, this helped him distinguish between the limitations of his initial purpose, but not of his character.

"You saw something in me that I hadn’t seen in myself."

And this idea perfectly coincides with his second line. What strikes me the most in this is that Loki doesn't say "that others didn't see in me" or "something that I didn't think was possible" but rather, a part of himself he didn't even believe existed. After years of being raised in an environment that saw everything from his powers to his status as inferior, it changed the way he saw his own nature. That he was born without the capacity for selflessness, benevolence, or even love.

This completely recontextualises his entire character, not only in the series but in the entire MCU. He never had that opportunity to truly believe he could selflessly care the way that many others did. So when he arrives at the TVA right after Avengers 2012, at one of the lowest points in his life, he's very hesitant to the idea of trust or friendship. Yet Mobius manages to defy all the expectations Loki had of himself, revealing the very human heart underneath his godly facade.

That last line then, is a huge revelation both on Loki's behalf and their relationship as a whole. Mobius had never seen Loki as merely a subject or experiment, but always as a multifaceted being. It was a genuine connection, a truth that saved Loki from himself. Something that had forever left an impact on his identity. And now, the prospect of spending the rest of his newfound life with this person was rapidly slipping from his fingers. Without Mobius, where did he belong?

But something that Loki might never know for sure was how much that statement also rang true on his partner's behalf. Because I can almost guarantee that Mobius would have said the same if he had heard those words.

In the TVA, he had no sense of identity outside of their established "glorious purpose" to protect the sacred timeline. He was a man with dreams and ambitions (no matter how frivolous) that could never be achieved. When Loki crash-landed into his life, he was probably just expecting an opportunity to learn from someone he was fascinated by. In turn, he hoped to at least give closure to this Loki variant outside of the fate he was assigned.

But almost instantaneously, that spark of rebellion in him turned into a flame. For the first time Mobius was pushed way outside his comfort zone by someone who exemplified mischief and chaos. Loki brought him a new perspective on things, and consequently, he risked his own neck (and skin) for someone he didn't owe anything to. It was done out of care for someone the TVA told him he should have zero attachments for. Loki saved him from a lifetime of servitude, and as a result, freed the universes for all time. It was because of him, that Mobius could decide his own future for himself. Both of these characters shaped one another throughout the series. Always following, always chasing, always changing each other like an ouroboros.

Nothing emphasizes Loki's confession more than the last scene of the series. We see that these two are still drawn to one another despite entire realities separating them. It was their own care for one another that ultimately distanced them for eternity. The desire to be together—not for the TVA or a life on the timelines—is never fully uncovered until after they part ways for the last time.

A confession left forever unspoken.

[mcytegg]

i think ive given up on the sticklers ngl LOL like they are nawt a real team atp, id honestly consider 4c more of rek's teammate then the sticklers. all three of them joining the server at the same time for once and not even considering messaging each other today is what sold me unfortunately, like it wasnt even just ro agreeing to help the empire fight before even contacting jumper or rek for me, it's the fact that all three of them gen are always off doing some random side quest or massive solo project thats made me realize they just dont play the server as a team frfr. i dont even know if id consider rek and jumper proper teammates either

[fist-of-vengeance]

thinking about how essentially every relationship john locke formed in the early seasons of lost has completely disintegrated by the time of his death.

of course there's his relationship with jack, which starts tense but manageable and culminates in jack pointing a gun at john's head and pulling the trigger. but even his smaller, less narratively prominent relationships either implode or drift apart. he bonds with walt in season one but then walt leaves the island, which is itself a severing of their bond since it was mainly based on being the only two people who wanted to stay. still, he goes and visits walt off the island so this is probably john's most successful relationship. I dont think i need to explain how he fucked up with boone, "the sacrifice that the island demanded." charlie viewed john as a mentor and claimed to trust him more than anyone on the island, but after the events of fire and water, that trust is destroyed and charlie despises him. at the same time we get john bonding with claire and having a pseudo-paternal dynamic with her, but their closeness basically drops off the face of the earth as he gets less and less involved with the other survivors.

his arc in the series is essentially a gradual distancing from everyone around him. it starts when he abandons hunting (providing for the others) in favor of trying to get the hatch open (it's extremely clear his primary motive isn't any survival applications but getting answers to the mystery). when they do open the hatch, he spends more and more time inside, underground, cut off from other people. he spends more and more time interacting with ben, a human mystery box that he's obsessed with cracking even if it gets him killed. he follows the proverbial white rabbit deeper down the hole and leaves his connection to humanity behind. the island and its mysteries become more important to john than anything or anyone else.

then in season three we get him claiming to go undercover with the others only to unceremoniously tell sawyer that he's actually going to join them. and it doesn't feel shocking, it feels inevitable. because john has spent the entire series becoming less and less connected with the people he arrived with. in that sense he actually makes a fascinating foil to juliet, who is introduced as one of the others and yet never really fits, she's increasingly sympathetic and kind in a way the rest of them aren't, her redemption arc feels so natural that she actually starts referring to her old people as "the others" like she's been one of the crash survivors from the beginning. her and john basically have inverse arcs, which is probably accidental but very neat.

in season five john tries to convince everyone to go back to the island, and fails spectacularly. and of course he does, because he was so consumed by obsession that he stopped maintaining his relationships, and in many cases actively alienated people (this is also basically what happened with helen) and now he can't wrap his head around why they're all so hostile to him. i am forever obsessed with the scene where he confronts kate and she brutally calls him out for wanting to return to the island because he doesn't love anyone. it actually struck me on rewatch how well the two of them got along in season one, and how badly their relationship has degraded by this point. john repeatedly casts aside interpersonal relationships in favor of his obsession with destiny, so when said destiny actually involves persuading the people he once shunned, he's at a loss. this is because john treats purpose as a supplement for connection, destiny as an alternative to love.

as an aside, this aspect of john's character kinda ties into my opinion that several lost characters can be read as allegorically neurdivergent under a certain lens. i know this was absolutely not intended, but as an adhd former gifted kid who struggles socially, there is something uncomfortably familiar about a character who allows their relationships to burn around them because of a single-minded obsession, especially as a result of being promised the fickle status of "special."

tl/dr: john locke is a doomed idiot and i love him

[bardic-irritation]

maybe unpopular opinion but I'm kinda loving Elias so far? like as a Person I would hate him but as a Character? kicking my feet and giggling everytime he makes a stupid joke or menaces someone. slayyyy old man. terrorizing your employees is so good for the Plot.

[curufiin]

“The origin of the Orcs is a matter of debate. Some have called them the Melkorohini, the Children of Melkor; but the wiser say: nay, the slaves of Melkor, but not his children; for Melkor had no children.(1)”

So obsessed with this line about Melkor bc it perfectly fits how I envision him. He “creates” (if you can call it that) things but he is not attached to them. I see a lot of people making Melkor a dragon dad like a dog dad and that’s perfectly fine and very cute! Just not how I like to portray him normally. I think he treats dragons the way a kid would when they discover some shiny new toy, plays with them for a few days, and then completely disregards them once he’s bored. In this case he keeps them around because they serve his higher purpose of wreaking havoc on Arda, but I don’t think he considers dragons his children, and he certainly isn’t attached to their existence.

[vaguely-concerned]

I must admit it exhausts me a bit when people compare the interactions between the companions in da2 and veilguard and complain that the veilguard crew don't argue viciously enough or don't have enough fundamental unbridgeable ideological differences. like yeah it's almost like dragon age 2 is a game specifically about implacable human discord in all its forms and that's the theme the companions also build up under and provide a lens to look at. and perhaps. just maybe. veilguard is doing something different and also interesting thematically if you look at it for what it actually is, and its companions are playing into those themes instead (come become beside me my friend none of us have this figured out but at least we have each other along the way. you must struggle with who you are. despite the high high stakes on paper, veilguard (sometimes to its detriment, often to its advantage once you realize this is what it's doing) is really not that interested in outward conflict, between ideas or groups or individuals -- most of the real meat and potatoes is in the internal struggle of the characters with themselves and their identities, the ways they've been changed and also stay the same, it's weirdly deeply trans all the way to the depths of the narrative that way, as well as fundamentally being about trauma recovery. again, what you're ultimately fighting is not actually in the realm of elgar'nan and ghilan'nain at all, it's on the level of solas' despair and his regret over what he's done and who he's become).

tl;dr why are we pitting two bad bitches against each other etc. they're literally both pretty and I love them

[the-mpreg-guy]

top five angels you want to throw rocks at?

GREAT FUCKING QUESTION

lucifer!! how DARE you make the coolest angel ever deeply unfun and uncool and unsexy. BOOO 👎also his "they called me a freak" speech to sam made me physically cringe

samandriel bc he's annoying to me personally and i dont understand why people like him so much

hannah

gabriel for being a great concept that they do fuckass with and also for being the most massive hypocrite out of probably any of the angels (i both like and dislike this about him, it has nuance)

naomi for the homophobic crimes and late seasons haircut

[missdarhk]

reeeeeally thinking about an au where instead of taking 10 years, athena goes to see how telemachus is doing after like a year of parting ways with odysseus. her unexpectedly befriending this unhinged but well intentioned child does in fact result in her having her "oh shit was I wrong" realization and helping odysseus way sooner than in canon