#I see the fact that this came out directly after the reveal as a sign

[ninadove]

💙 Clemmy Week - Day 3 💛

Family/Investigation

Family photo with the kids, Grandpa and the furry baby!

Bonus under the cut!

Clive is very tired

[gavillain]

Agatha All Along episode 4 discusion and theories!

Episode 4 spoilers ahoy! Also, I'm going to discuss the FunkoPop leaked spoilers as well, so if you want to remain in the dark, turn back now!

This was SUCH a good episode! I really had fun with it, and we learned a LOT and had a lot of development this go-round.

So they summon Rio Verde to fill Sharon's place as the resident Green Witch in this episode, and already I am LOVING what she adds to the group. The way she's just so casually bloodthirsty and dangerous is genuinely really fun, and I really like how this episode confirms that she and Agatha were lovers in the past and still seem to have feelings for each other. I am mad that the FunkoPop leak spoiled that Rio is Death because this episode did some GREAT foreshadowing regarding that revelation that I'm sure would have thrown us all for a loop if we didn't already know her identity. But her being "in the neighborhood" after Sharon dies, her wanting "more bodies" during her talk with Agatha, Agatha saying "don't" directly at her when Teen was dying, and her hurting Agatha fulfilling her duty. That last one makes me think that she was responsible for taking Nicholas Scratch's life, and that's why she and Agatha had their falling out. I'm thinking maybe Agatha did something to obtain the Darkhold that inadvertently traded Nicholas's life, and maybe she thought whatever she did WOULDN'T kill him because she and Death were lovers (but of course was mistaken). I'm very excited to learn more about Death and Agatha's history.

Although, I am curious about two things with regards to Rio being Death: 1. She's a Green Witch and in fact says she is THE Green Witch. Why is Death of all beings considered a Green Witch? What's the lore there? 2. Were all the signs indicating that she might be Blackheart intentionally misdirections, or is there something else going on here that pertains to Blackheart? Keeping these questions in mind going forward, and I want to marinate on them.

Alice, her mother, and her family's curse was at the forefront of this episode, and I really enjoyed having some additional development for Alice. She was by far the most "normal" of the main cast, so it was nice that we got answers about her first so that she didn't fade into the background. Last episode, I deduced that Alice was cursed by some malevolent entity that plagues her family bloodline and would be after her now that the mother is dead, and on that I was correct. I thought the entity would be Dark Tonji from the comics, but the curse demon was given no name. I'm just gonna call it Dark Tonji since it never got another name XD I loved the reveal that Alice's mother's cover of The Ballade is a protection spell that has been keeping Alice safe for years because of how prolific it is played. I thought that was a really fun touch, and I LOVED the performance of the cover. It was very emotionally powerful watchiing the demon be destroyed by it. I am curious if we'll learn more about where the Dark Tonji curse came from and what that entity was. I'm inclined to say probably not since this episode tied a neat bow on top of everything, but we very well might! I'd love to know more if they have more story to tell.

I also liked the reveal that Alice's mother died "on the road" but not the Witches' Road, she died "on the road" because she was on tour. I like the wordplay there, and I thought it made for a nice subversion to expectations.

We got more of Agatha having a genuine affection for "Teen" in this episode, and seeing how much she cared when Teen got hurt and was close to dying in contrast to how she basically used Sharon as a meat shield to die for her and then never bothered to learn her name speaks VOLUMES regarding how much Agatha cares about Teen. This episode basically spells out that Agatha thought Teen WAS Nicholas Scratch, but Rio confirms at the end that he is not. It also seems to suggest that Teen doesn't even know who put the sigil on him at all. I'm still very much of the opinion that it's Wanda's magic, and that he's Billy Kaplan (the latter seemingly confirmed by FunkoPop spoilers - thanks a lot guys). But I'm interested in if Agatha might suspect that about him, and I wanna see how their relationship changes now that Rio has confirmed that he's not Nicholas.

Jen talks about a man without magic binding her, and I'm fairly certain the man she talks about is the same one she saw in her hallucination. She states specifically that he did NOT have magic though he did bait her into trap. I'm calling it right now that he DIDN'T bind her, she bound HERSELF unknowingly as a trauma response to his attack. I'm pretty sure about that one.

We see more of Lilia having visions and then saying things without remembering that she says them. I almost wonder if the mysterious dead woman she saw in her hallucination last episode is somehow literally inside of her. Two souls trapped in one. I also just want to note that I enjoy the consistency in her characterization as being the one who takes the most umbrage with witch stereotypes like she did in the previous episodes. It's a small thing, but I like characterization bits like that that help set her aside from the others.

Aaaaaaaand now I really don't want to wait until next week for the new episode. These continue to be SO good, and I NEED more.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Hello! I have finally stopped crying about Friday night long enough to come tell you guys about it! Also kind of a face reveal I guess? I wasn't planning on posting pictures of myself ever on Tumblr but, um, I met some of Powerwolf, so I'm telling literally everyone who will listen about it. If you'd like to read all about the most amazing night of my life it's below the cut cause my god am I going to ramble and there's going to be a lot of pictures. Posting Update coming later now that I can finally get back to work ❤️

*cracks knuckles* now, I had to take the full day yesterday to literally sit on my floor with my friends to recount that night in as much detail as possible. Every thing I tell you has been fact checked and reviewed by 3 other people lol. I literally can't even believe the night I had, I still think I'm dreaming tbh.

So, as you may or may not know, Powerwolf is literally my favorite band ever. I missed their first US tour so I was determined to get my ass to this show and have the greatest time, also I'm not going to turn down a chance to see Falk Maria Schlegel in person, it ain't gunna happen chief. I got tickets for my friends and I, we made a whole day of it, we got our nails done and met up the morning of and had breakfast and did face masks and all got ready together, it was wonderful, I'm so glad we made the decision to do that because of my god my NERVES that morning. We ended up getting to the venue around 3, which meant we had to stand in line for 4 hours but it was definitely worth the sacrifice. We were about 10 people from the front by the time we lined up. When we got there, none other than Roel VanHelden was hanging out around their tour bus, taking pictures and just talking with a small group of people. He was so nice when we went down to meet him, my friends and I were all dressed up for the occasion and he looked at us and went "wow, you all look incredible!" I think my soul left my body. I told him he was my favorite drummer ever and I'm so excited to finally be able to see him live and he looked so genuinely flattered. I got a picture with him that's at the bottom.

A little while later I look down the sidewalk and happen to notice Charles doing the same thing. He was also super sweet and super funny. I, for some reason, was so much more nervous meeting him than I was meeting Roel so I just kind of ran up said hi took my picture said thank you and ran away, but he was very sweet when he was talking with my friends. ALSO HES SO DAMN HANDSOME WITH HIS GLASSES ON I AM SUCH A CHARLES GIRL AFTER FRIDAY NOW BUT WELL GET MORE INTO WHY LATER!!! Sorry lost my cool, picture with him is also below

We get inside, we get all the way up to the left side of the stage at the barrier, I'm directly in front of Falk and Matthew the entire concert. Unleash The Archers was incredible, I unfortunately only know their song Soulbound, but they're amazing if you're into women fronted power metal bands, I highly recommend them. The entirety of the concert itself was incredible, everyone is so talented and it was so amazing, just for the music I would go back again and again.

But, my god, do those men LOVE interacting with the crowd. I'm gunna go member by member, we made a bullet list lol. We ended up getting notices by every single member of Powerwolf multiple times, like I seriously still can't believe it, it doesn't feel real, but it happened and I have 3 other people telling me it happened so I guess I have to trust them lol.

Roel we unfortunately didn't get to see much obviously because he's at his kit, but after the show was over he came over and gave my friend a drum cover that was signed by the entire band, we have agreed that one day a month I come over we pull it out (until it gets framed), smoke a bowl, and just look at it for a little while together because that's how we're going to share joint custody of it lol. Seeing him play live was also just unreal.

Attila carries such a presence on stage it's actually fucking insane. How easily that man can command an entire room is scary. I don't know if I have the video, I might have to get it from someone else still. But there was one point we were singing along with Attila and he came over and sang directly to my friend and I and reached out for us and we both screamed. He acknowledged us a couple other times throughout the show.

We were on the opposite side of the stage from Charles but him and Matthew switch sides pretty much during every song so he was over pretty frequently. The first time he came over he immediately recognized my little group, he pointed right at me and smiled, I personally think he noticed how I loosened up a lot since almost passing out earlier lol. But he would be constantly coming over and singing along with us, there was also one point I noticed he accidentally bumped into Attila and he just looked at him and blew him a kiss and it was the funniest thing I've ever seen. CHARLES ALSO THREW ME ONE OF HIS ARM BANDS!!!! When he came over after final bows, he threw a couple pics, I missed literally all of them because I have zero depth perception and despite the fact I was wearing 5" platforms I was still stupidly short lol, he noticed proceeds to pull off one of the ones he had on, came right to the edge of the stage and tossed it to me and he got so smiley when I screamed back thank you, he has such a nice smile omfg it's not fair. But he was incredible.

We were right in front of Matthew, we definitely spent the most time with him, he was also in love with us. They played Sinners of The Seven Seas, which is a personal favorite song of mine, so I was absolutely losing my shit, screaming every word, and after they finished each song he would acknowledge the whole crowd and give thumbs up and all that, and then he looks at me, I shit you not my knees almost have out from just now direct this eye contact was the first time, he goes "wow" and gives me a thumbs up and a really impressed look, so of course I got all flustered which made him laugh. He would acknowledge me after pretty much every song, doing kind of the same thing, motioning to the whole crowd and then motioning directly to me, it became a joke, we would both laugh whenever he did it. At one point I made a heart at him and he got the brightest smile and also seemed so genuinely flattered, they all did, every one of them just seemed so touched and happy that all of us loved them so much it was super sweet. But, anyways, back to Matthew. He sang along with us a lot too and was just genuinely so fun to watch, he's such a talented guitarist, I got to see him play the most. He also threw me a guitar pick, I gave it to one of my other friends that came since she didn't catch anything.

Falk Maria Schlegel... I was so insane about this man BEFORE this concert... I am simply unwell about him now. This, to me, is by far the most unbelievable part of my night because I'm literally in love with him. He's kind of similar to Roel where it's hard to get his attention cause he's also mostly up on the back stage, so he didn't really start to come down to the stage until near the end of the show anyways. But he came down at one point and that man held eye contact with me for a good 30 seconds while Attila was making his speech, I thought my heart stopped, how are his eyes even prettier in person? He's just so fun and so cute, I love watching him interact with the crowd. He came over to my side of the stage after the first encore, Attila was giving a speech about how we're all one big heavy metal family and it was very nice. I had to go over this with my friends about 9 times, I still think they're lying to me and I hallucinated the whole thing. Falk motions to the whole crowd and says I love you, then turns looks directly at me, motions to me specifically and says I love you. I blacked out for about 30 seconds I think, my heart was restarted by the last song starting (I fucking love werewolves of Armenia) they were doing final bows and Falk came back over to my side of the stage, he looked at me so I blew him a kiss and made a heart and he went, "oh! Thank you!" Motioned to me and then held his hands over his chest and he looked so happy, they all looked so happy, I hope they come back soon I already miss them. I plan on being right back up in front next time, who knows, maybe they'll even remember me lol

We're also going to be in their city recap video, and Jen Dorn (Attila's wife) took a bunch of pictures and posted a video of us on her Instagram and we got to meet her too, she was also very sweet and very pretty!!

Okay have some pictures of the greatest night of my life, some of them aren't cropped right, that's my bad lol

I have more videos and stuff I can post if you guys would like to see them!!

[beautifulpersonpeach]

what do you think will happen to bts after the hybe fiasco? I've seen they are kinda not liked by the gp as much anymore but I am not korean so I can only observe from afar. Karmys scared me when they started talking about how people were asking them about cult rumors and sajaegi allegations in person. Do you think they company will ask of bts to release something that is a bit generic, easy to listen to make sure that ot7 reunion is successful? yk similar how they mentioned they came to an agreement with the company for release the English songs (I hope I have my facts correct). Do you think bts members will feel like they can't trust the company anymore? obviously you're not in their heads but is there something that could tell you this could change their relationship with company? Solo stans as always have been using every piece of information to frame it as it suits them, but the comment about competition from mhj and bsh involvement made me think about all those times people complained about how x member didn't get this or that in comparison to this x member or this x group. what do you think? I hope this isn't too long or too boring to answer lol

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"what do you think will happen to bts after the hybe fiasco?"

BTS is more than fine. The sentiment in Korea towards BTS is neutral to positive - that's how it was before this mess started and that's how it still is. Regardless of all the nonsense happening at HYBE, regardless of the sajaegi claims and the omnipresent latent animosity towards BTS from other industry players given BTS's position as the top group, BTS is still mostly removed from this mess and are viewed in a neutral way mostly. They also get added bonus points from Korean gp for actually completing their military service right now.

In terms of HYBE's treatment of the group, after the HYBE fiasco Bang PD is even more dependent on BTS than before, so he has no choice but to spare no expense on the group (even if it gives sub-par quality results, and this is likely after what Min Heejin has revealed about the compensation policy at HYBE).

"Do you think they company will ask of bts to release something that is a bit generic, easy to listen to make sure that ot7 reunion is successful? yk similar how they mentioned they came to an agreement with the company for release the English songs (I hope I have my facts correct)."

It's unfortunate, but yeah I expect at least a couple main tracks like this especially after everything MHJ has revealed about Bang PD's approach. Of course, it will yield only positive results for BTS given ARMY will throw their full weight behind it as will Bang PD, but yeah it's safe to expect something like the Scooter-sourced songs... unless the members themselves take more direct control of the sound direction on the album from Bang PD.

"Do you think bts members will feel like they can't trust the company anymore?"

BTS re-signed with HYBE and as the members are adults, I feel they have reason to think they are able to get what they want out of their arrangement with HYBE, at least for the next 7 years. As I keep saying, whatever we see from the outside, I believe the members have more access to information that directly impacts them than any of us do, and they are ultimately responsible for their own choices.

This conflict with Min Heejin actually has benefitted the members, in my opinion, because:

It's actually increased the pressure on HYBE to secure the members' satisfaction.

It's revealed that yes, Bang Sihyuk has a dubious management style and it's likely only BTS's acclaim (and his perceived credit for it) that keeps his ill-natured tendencies in check.

Because of Min Heejin's revelations about how HYBE actually runs, there is more credibility to complaints about misaligned support for some individual members even if due to incompetence, and so I feel HYBE is extra-pressured to prove her assertions wrong. See what's happening with Fromis_9's August comeback for example.

Yes, it's possible the grumblings about Jimin's rollout under BigHit, speculation for why Taehyung worked with ADOR for his rollout etc, take on a different light after her assertions.

To reiterate, according to Min Heejin,

Sub-divisions within HYBE are badly managed because piss poor quality and minimum-level effort is highly rewarded so long as the staff pays lip service to Bang Sihyuk. Even when the idols themselves are directly harmed as a result.

This corporate environment has impacted everything from A&R / song sourcing, to merch quality, to brand collaborations, to album promotions, to video / visual production and styling, to performance scheduling. Among other things.

HYBE demands that she use their resources even if she contends they are of poor quality and overpriced (which HYBE often transfers directly to the consumers/fans), and will negatively affect the artists.

Her constant resistance against this corporate environment in HYBE and against the culture of sycophancy towards Bang Sihyuk since 2022, was one of her first sources of corporate struggle with HYBE.

Bang Sihyuk aims to gain more direct control over every successful initiative in HYBE, to gain credit and maintain the perception of 'the man who conquered the West'. When NewJeans beat his expectations for the group to fail, he aimed to gain more control at ADOR in 2023 to which she refused.

MHJ claims that when Bang Sihyuk cannot get his way, he becomes vengeful, vindictive, and obsessive, and this was the source of her continued deteriorating relations with both Park Jiwon and Bang Sihyuk.

Sources are her whistleblower report, her first press conference, and her final letter before the injunction results were announced.

There's more, but the implications of just these six assertions from Min Heejin are pretty damning. International ARMYs and other HYBE fandoms likely will never clue into this because they are too busy burning the witch at the stake, but a lot of Korean fans are closely watching how HYBE treats the members' projects from here on out.

My guess is when BTS comes back, the pressure is on HYBE to dispel this impression. Which can only be positive for BTS.

[writercole]

Sealed With A Kiss

Summary: A secret identity. A secret pining. And one mutual friend who knows all the secrets. Words: 2304 Warnings: Fluff, boudoir photography if that's triggering, some negative self-talk. Credits: None. This is all me, baby. A/N: This has been in progress for months. Finally he managed to visit today and help me finish off the story. A/N 2: Logan is based off of Florida Boy and Formula 1 driver, Logan Sargeant.

Things that seem to make the most sense never really hit you until they’ve happened. Like the moment you realize your anger has been because you’re hungry or the fight you picked over one thing was due to stress about another. The italicized ‘oh’ moment, if you will.

For Mickey Garcia, that moment came when he stepped into the studio the day of his latest photo shoot to find the woman he’d been pining after for years walking in on the other side of the mirrored glass.

He’d been great at keeping his secret passion a secret, loving the way he could create a happiness and a confidence in his subjects by drawing out the beauty that they naturally possessed. His photographs got featured in international ad campaigns for major brands of clothing and lingerie. But the only name that was credited was “Fanboy.”

There was one person who knew his true identity. His best friend from high school and college, Logan, helped to manage everything when Mickey couldn’t show his face. Logan accepted awards on Fanboy’s behalf, welcomed clients to the studio, met with marketing executives. Everyone knew who Logan worked for, but none knew who the man behind the call sign was.

Logan had more than once proven himself loyal and trustworthy, never revealing the identity of his friend, even to the women who climbed into his bed.

It wasn’t always the easiest thing in the world for Mickey to keep his secret from his other friends. No one else in his life knew the work he did, least of all his roommate. And now she was standing just on the other side of the glass, talking to his best friend, the same friend who wore a knowing smirk as he looked over her head, directly where Mickey was standing.

Mickey watched as Logan directed his roommate and the woman he pined for to the dressing room and showed her the robe, telling her to come out whenever she was ready. Once Logan entered the holding area, Mickey began yelling as loud as he dared.

“What are you doing?!” He demanded of his assistant and best friend.

“What? She had mentioned loving Fanboy’s work and feeling like she could use a confidence boost. I casually offered to see if there was a date on his schedule that could work for her. I may have neglected to mention that fact to you,” Logan replied with cool confidence, daring Mickey to challenge him on this. “Look, man, I know you like her and -”

“She’s my roommate, of course I like her!”

“You know exactly what I mean, Garcia,” Logan snapped. “This is your chance. She’s hella into you, too!”

“She is not, Logan. And now I have to live with the knowledge that she’s in my studio waiting for me dressed for a boudoir shoot -”

“How do you know it’s a boudoir?”

“WHAT ELSE DO I SHOOT IN THE STUDIO, SARGENT?!”

“Fair,” Logan mused, “but also you have done head shots and other things in the studio and, since it’s me we’re talking about, I could have booked something that wouldn’t have made you uncomfortable because I know you’re thinking of her when -”

“LOGAN SHUT UP!” Mickey bellowed.

“Look, Mick, if you’re really not okay with this, I’ll tell her something came up with Fanboy and that I can do the shoot for her. You know I don’t look at her that way.”

“No, I can, I just...”

“Mick, trust me,” implored Logan as he clasped his hand on Mickey’s shoulder, “she’s as into you as you’re into her. And she doesn’t think you look at her twice.”

“Logan?” she called from the other side of the one-way glass.

“Last chance to back out,” Logan offered.

“No,” Mickey sighed, “no, I’m good. I got this.”

“Damn right you do,” grinned Logan, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “Now you have about a minute to get back behind the camera before she comes through the door.”

Logan stepped out of the secret room back into the corridor, taking the door on the left that led to the dressing area instead of the one on the right leading to the set, grinning at his friend as he saw her wrapped in the robe, black tights and heels poking out of the bottom, fidgeting nervously as he approached.

“Why do you look like you’re about to throw up, darlin?” He asked as he approached, opening his arms wide for her to burrow into him, something he’d gotten used to over the last few months when he’d been encouraging her to go out on dates that always ended in disaster. He knew of her feelings towards her roommate and his best friend, feelings that were reciprocated, feelings that she always told Logan he was imagining.

She stepped into his arms and rested her head on his chest as he wrapped her in a tight hug, somehow holding all of her together. “Logan, how did I let you talk me into this? I feel ridiculous.”

“But you look beautiful,” he rebutted.

“You’re just saying that because you’re friends with Mickey.”

“I am not just friends with Mickey,” scoffed Logan, “how dare you insinuate that I’m not your friend too?”

“I know you are, Logan.”

“And do you trust me?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed, pulling away from him to smile teasingly, “you did let me go on those awful dates.”

“I also told you to tell Mickey how you feel about him but you didn’t trust me there, either.”

“He doesn’t want someone like me.” Her smile faded and a sadness took over her eyes, breaking Logan’s heart.

“Why wouldn’t he want someone intelligent, kind, funny, and gorgeous?”

“Because I’m not, Logan. Look at me! I’ve got a flabby stomach, huge thighs, frizzy hair. My eyes are too dark, my lashes too short, and my nose is awful.”

“I’m so glad I made you come here today if that’s really how you think,” Logan growled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leading her to the studio set.

“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” she whispered.

“Not a chance.”

“Miss, I’m Fanboy,” Mickey stated, his voice filling the room through speakers positioned in the corners. “You won’t see me but I’ll be here the whole time. If anything makes you too uncomfortable, please tell me.”

She glanced up at Logan and he nodded, sending a sense of relief through her. “Okay,” she sighed.

“Whenever you’re ready, stand at the foot of the bed and take off your robe.”

“Any way in particular?” Her heart pounded beneath the lingerie clinging to her voluptuous figure, out of her depth and feeling like she was drowning, held afloat by only the comforting presence of Logan, wishing somehow he were traded for the one person she truly wanted there, the one who not only made her heart race and her palms sweat but also made her feel comfortable and safe and protected.

“No, sweetheart, however you want to is fine with me. I have a few poses in mind but I’m mostly going to trust you and the way you’re moving and feeling, okay?”

She cocked her head and looked at Logan who shrugged.

“Is something wrong?” Fanboy’s voice asked.

“No, no, nothing’s wrong,” she denied, shaking her head before taking a step forward to the bed, “it’s just that my roommate calls me sweetheart.”

“Is it okay if I call you that?”

“I..I guess. I mean, it’s kind of his thing. But you almost sound like him so it’s not as weird as I thought it would be.”

“But is it something you like?” he pressed, snapping pictures of her from behind as she slipped her robe off of her shoulders.

She looked over her shoulder with a soft smile, her eyes cast downwards as she held her robe to her chest. “Now you really do sound like him. He asked me a very similar question.”

The shutter clicked several more times before he spoke again. “That’s still not an answer.”

“Yes, I like it,” she chuckled.

“Okay, sweetheart. It’s time to take a breath and let that robe drop.”

“I’m sure you say that to all your clients,” she retorted, sucking in a few breaths before stretching her arms and letting the soft fabric fall to the floor, turning around and letting her legs hit the mattress behind her.

Mickey choked on air when he saw the way her lingerie hugged her curves, garter straps clipped to fishnet thigh highs, her thick legs lengthened by the simple black pumps she wore. His cock strained against the fabric of his jeans, yearning to break free, desperate for a touch, for her touch. “I, uh, I actually don’t.”

“He really doesn’t,” Logan laughed from his spot against the wall next to the photo booth.

“Thank you, Logan. I don’t think we’ll need you for the rest of the session,” Mickey – Fanboy – growled. His best friend was ruining his day, putting the woman he was in love with almost naked in front of him when he couldn’t touch her. When she didn’t know, didn’t want him the same way. Damn asshole.

“Now, now, Fanboy,” Logan drawled, “I promised the lady that I wouldn’t leave her. She is a close, personal friend of mine, after all.”

The fury that was building inside of Mickey’s veins dissipated when she giggled. Every word that he had been close to shouting at his assistant and best friend, words that would have outed him in front of his client, words that she would have used to figure out exactly who he was, dissolved on his tongue like sugar when he saw the playful glint in her eyes.

“Could he stay for a little longer? Please?”

There was no way he’d deny that request.

“As long as it makes you comfortable, he can stay.”

“Thank you, boss,” Logan smirked as he tossed a knowing glance over at the booth where he knew Mickey was standing.

“Don’t disrupt my client, Sargeant,” Mickey warned one last time before turning his attention back to her, finding her grinning. “There are really no rules here, sweetheart. It’s whatever level you’re comfortable with. I might suggest a pose or something here and there but this is to make you feel sexy and confident.”

“I really don’t feel either,” she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting her hands on her knees.

“Why is that?” Mickey snapped shot after shot of her, looking up at the booth with doe eyes, pushing her tits together, biting her lip.

“I mean, look at me.”

“Trust me, he is,” Logan snorted.

“Strike two, Sargeant.”

“Logan, what do you mean?” Her gaze shifted from the booth to their friend, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Do not tell her, Logan!”

“Tell me, Logan!”

“Well, he’s -” Logan started. His eyes darted between the booth and the woman pleading with him. “He’s a good friend, darlin’, and so are you. This is absolutely insane. Dude, you get out here and tell her or I will. Look at those eyes. I can’t!”

“Tell me what?”

The door to the booth swung open slowly and Mickey stepped out, his eyes downcast as he allowed her to process.

“Mickey?!” She exclaimed, reaching for the robe at her feet.

“Sweetheart, I swear, I had no idea until I got here a few minutes ago,” he rushed out, “Logan’s been helping me for years and you know he set it all up and -”

“Logan Hunter don’t you dare walk out of this room!” She yelled.

Mickey shifted his attention over to his friend, seeing that he was nearly out of the room with a sly grin. He froze and his face shifted to an apologetic smile and his blue eyes widened. “You two refused to listen to me. I had to do something.”

“Did you have to do this?!”

“Yeah, darlin’, I did. Because for the last six months I’ve had to hear you tell me how you had feelings for Mickey and no matter what I said to assure you that he liked you, too, you wouldn’t believe me. You are so down on yourself that you can’t see the absolute beautiful person you are.

“And you, Garcia, are a giant pussy and refused to see any of the things she did as any more than friendship.”

“I wouldn’t say -” Mickey started.

“I would. And since I am the only sane and rational one here,” Logan interrupted, “I am going to leave now that the cat is out of the bag. And in case I wasn’t clear enough. Mickey is in love with you. Mickey, she loves you back. Now. TALK.”

Logan strode out of the room, leaving the two of them standing awkwardly, avoiding each other’s gaze.

“Fuck it,” Mickey said, crossing the room in a flash. His hands grabbed her face as he crashed his lips to hers, pouring every emotion into the kiss, every ounce of affection he’d felt since he’d gotten to know her.

She squeaked in surprise before melting into the kiss, her hands wrapping around his neck as she pressed into him. Their lips moved as one until they broke apart for air, leaving mere inches between their lips as they panted.

“Do you really?” He whispered.

“Yeah,” she smiled, “so you’re?”

“Uh huh.”

“And what does this mean for us?”

“First, we murder Logan,” Mickey smirked, “then we keep going like we have been. With more kisses and touches. And I make you forget every asshole who ever made you feel unworthy.”

“Should we shake on it?”

“I have a better idea.” He leaned in again and pressed his lips to hers softly, his hand cupping her cheek gently. “There. Sealed with a kiss.”

[ageofbajabule]

Tease

Josh Kiszka x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it folks), oral f! and m! receiving, some slight angst (nothing crazy), cockwarming (sort of), teasing

Summary: It’s the ending of the guys tour, and you’re attending their home state show. And you decide to tease Josh while he is performing…

Author’s Note: Heyo! It’s been a while since my last fic! I’ve been busy with work and life… But I’m back!! This was shorter than I anticipated, but I do hope you enjoy! Also!! I’m going to be starting a series for Jake. The title is Dear Patience, it’s unclear of when the first part will be posted. But I have started writing🫶🏻 So without further ado enjoy this fic, and stay tuned for more.

Masterlist: 🤍

It was the ending of the guys tour in their home state. You made sure you made it to see not only your friends but boyfriend perform! Josh and you have been dating for about two years now, you would make it to most of the shows throughout the two years you’ve been together, especially tonight. It meant everything to him when you made it to any of their shows, but more so when it was a hometown show. 

“Y/N what are you wearing tonight?” Jita yelled for you.

 Lately you had been wearing simple clothes to the shows you’ve gone to recently but tonight you decided to wear a little more revealing outfit for Josh. 

“You know that blue dress Josh had made for me? I think I’m gonna go with that.” You yelled back, finishing up your hair and makeup.

The guys had already been at the venue since soundcheck while yourself and Jita were back at the hotel getting ready. Jita always wore beautiful simple outfits, but tonight she decided to step a little bit out of her comfort zone. 

“You look beautiful.” You smiled at her as you had just finished getting changed. “So do you! The guys are really lucky.” She giggled softly, parting her hair.

“Speaking of the guys, Josh just texted me that Travis wants us there now if we want to be at barricade.”  Jita nodded and grabbed her wristlet. You both headed out and over to the venue. Good thing it was only two blocks away. 

As you guys walked into the building you saw all the fans lined up excited to see the guys tonight. You smiled seeing all the outfits they had as well as their signs. Some of the fans noticed you both asking for pictures in which you took a couple, then Travis came out and escorted you guys to the floor. You smiled seeing how big the venue was and how it was going to be filled up in a little less than an hour. 

Surely enough, within the next hour the floor was filled, and the seats were all filled with so many people. Jita had decided to be side stage for tonight’s show whereas you wanted to be center barricade for Josh. Throughout the night you talked to some of the girls around you and jammed out to the opening acts together. Then it was time for them to come on. During the show you and Josh exchanged glances at one another. In fact he even blew a kiss to you, making the girls around you go absolutely ballistic and crazy. It made you happy knowing how much the guys meant to the fans and how much the fans meant to the guys.

As the guys came back on stage for their encore, they closed out with Highway tune, but during the 20 minute jam as Josh wore props the fans brought and took a shot with one you decided to take your bra off throwing it on stage to him. He caught it looking directly at you making a shocked yet excited face. You winked at him biting your lip as he smiled brightly then biting his lip right after. He stumbled a little bit, placing the bra off to the side of the stage to return to you afterwards. 

The rest of the evening you kept teasing him with your looks and little bits of bashfulness. You could tell it was getting him excited by seeing him fidget with the situation in his tights. He was able to fix himself so that fans wouldn’t notice, but you knew exactly what was happening. You found joy in teasing Josh like this as it made up for it later in the evening. Josh always treated you like a princess who was delicate in bed, but you like the rougher side of Josh as well. Right as the show ended you made your way to the back, showing your pass to the guards allowing you backstage. You ran up to Jake and Jita hugging them both. 

“Great show tonight!” You smiled at the both of them, “Thanks! It was great to be out there, in our home state.” He smiled pulling Jita close to his side, “Where is Josh at? He’s normally back here?” You looked around not spotting him, “I believe he went to his dressing room already.” Jake looked at you, you nodded and made your way to his dressing room. “Thank you! I’ll see you both back at the hotel then.” You smiled before entering the dressing room. 

“Josh?” You called out not spotting him, he must’ve been in the bathroom. So you decided to sit on the couch and wait for him. A moment later you hear the door to the bathroom open, seeing Josh walk out with his jumpsuit still on. 

“Hi baby.” You stood up walking over to him, he smirked and grabbed you pressing you against the wall. “Don’t, ‘Hi baby’ me princess… You did a very naughty thing tonight.” He muttered under his breath, you giggled under his touch. “I���m not quite sure what you are talking about Joshy…” He moved his hand up to your face making you look at him, “You know exactly what you did… And now you’re gonna be punished for it.” 

You could feel the puddle forming in your panties for him, Josh only ever acted like this a few times and always caught you by surprise. He moved his hand down your waist while the other rested on your neck grasping it softly. “You were a tease tonight… You know that?” He smirked as his other hand met the bottom of your dress, lifting it slowly. “And you’re wearing the dress I got you…” He licked his lips, “Mama, you’re so gorgeous.” His fingers dipped into your underwear collecting some of your slick. “So wet for me mama…” He clicked his tongue, “Only for you…” You moaned out from his touch. 

Josh then pulled his fingers out, licking them slowly, “So sweet…” You could see the bulge through his jumpsuit, moving your hand to palm him through it. He bit his lip, “You made it nearly impossible to cover that up tonight…” He chuckled softly, you then moved your hand to unzip his jumpsuit. “Let me take care of you…” You whined to touch him. 

“I should really punish you for tonight…” He let out a moan, “Please… Just let me take care of you, then you can do whatever you want to me.” You were already on your knees in front of him pulling his hard cock out from the jumpsuit. He never really wore underwear with his jumpsuits since they were already constricting enough. He looked down at you, placing a hand on your jaw running his thumb across. You then stroked him slowly before taking him into your mouth. An audible gasp leaving his mouth, you swirl your tongue around his velvet skin. You placed your other hand on his hip to hold him, while you used your other to stroke him. 

Josh moved his hand to wrap into your hair, pulling it into a ponytail with his hands. He moaned out again as you started to move your mouth up and down along his length. Taking in every inch, causing him to hit the back of your throat. You pulled away stroking your saliva all over his cock. Shooting him your doe eyes before taking him into your mouth again, “O-oh, fuck. Mama…” He gripped tighter on your hair. You hollowed out your cheeks, the wet sucking sounds filling the room with breathy moans. You were starting to get a little sloppy with your rhythm, that’s when Josh pulled you off of him. 

“C’mere Mama… Undress.” He smirked helping you unzip the dress you were in. Josh pulled your dressed dress down letting it fall to the floor, leaving you only in your black lace underwear. Once you stepped out of it he pulled you close to him, kissing your lips roughly. You wrapped your arms around him, helping remove his jumpsuit.

 As he was freed from his jumpsuit he then moved his hand to rip your panties off, actually ripped them off. “Joshy, that was my favorite pair…” You whined against his lips. “You have plenty more mama…” He chuckled softly. “Now lay down on the couch.” He demanded. You didn’t hesitate and made your way to the couch laying down, Josh spread your legs apart kissing your inner thighs while nibbling leaving his marks. “J-josh…” You moaned out, grabbing his curls with your hand. “Where are your manners…” He looked up at you, smacking your thigh making you moan out again. “Please Josh… more.” “Atta girl…” He smiled, licking a stripe between your lips, making you shiver under him. “Please…” You whine out moving your hips closer to him.

Josh then went back to flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, but groaned and felt your cunt clench around him when added a finger inside you. You start rolling your hips, guiding him to bury his face into your core. Josh made kitty lick stripes against your clit, making you cry out more as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. “Oh Josh…” He gripped your hips pulling you closer to him, as he devoured you. “Josh… I’m gonna c-cum…” That’s when he removed his lips from you and his fingers. 

“No… Joshy…” You whined out from the loss of your high. “I said you were going to be punished for tonight…” He smirked, licking his lips. “So sweet mama…” He then positioned his cock in front of your entrance rubbing the tip over your clit making the both of you moan from him teasing. “Please, fuck me.” “Only because you asked so nicely.” He kissed your lips softly as he bottomed out into you. Not giving you the chance to adjust to him. Josh was relatively big. Especially when it comes to girth… You cried out in pleasure being stretched out by him, “Fuck…” That’s when he started to pick his pace up, as you wrapped your arms around his back.

Josh lifted your leg up giving him more depth, as he kept fucking you. “You feel so good baby…” He moaned out, leaving kisses down your leg. “Josh, more…” You reached down to start rubbing your clit. “No mama, you can’t touch yourself.” He smacked your hand away, pinning your hands down on the couch as he thrusted into you harder. You kept moaning out his name, with each thrust he made you felt him hitting your g-spot. 

“Y-yes! Right there Josh!” You could feel your core tightening around him. Josh wrapped his hand around your throat but not too tight. But firm enough to have you begging more of him. “I want you cum all over this cock. Be a good girl…” He growled, as he continued to fuck you harder. 

Within a moment of those words leaving his mouth, you released yourself clenching around him. As he kept fucking you, he had switched positions so that now you were on top of him. “We’re not done yet…” He kissed your neck softly, nibbling down to your breasts leaving marks. You moaned out from every touch. “J-josh…” “Do I make you feel good baby…” 

Your other hand gripped his shoulder as he used what little leverage he had to thrust upwards, making you gasp. “Yes” Josh always made you feel good. It took a few moments but eventually he built up a steady rhythm, your face buried into the crook of his neck, eyes shut tight. The feeling of him everywhere almost overwhelming you to the point of tears. You were nearing your second climax, from the overstimulation. “Josh… I’m gonna c-cum…” You moaned out. 

Josh started to pick the pace up, thrusting into you harder. “I’m close to mama…” He held on your waist, as you threw your head back bouncing up and down on his cock. Every time your hips met you both let out a gasp. Josh then pulled you close to his chest, fucking up into you fast as he began to spill into you. “Oh fuck…” He moaned out as you came with him riding out your high. 

The next few minutes you sat like that, both catching your breath. “I love you…” You smiled into his neck, kissing it softly. “I love you too…” He pulled your face to meet his as he kissed your lips softly. 

Then you heard loud knocking scaring the both of you. “Josh! Y/N! Can you finish up, we’re starving out here!” Sam yelled from the other side of the door that was locked. Thank god. “Jeez Sam give us a minute!” Josh snapped back. He removed you off his lap causing you to whimper a bit from the loss of him. “Come on mama, let’s get cleaned up. I have your favorite pair of comfy clothes to change into.” He picked you up walking over to the bathroom to take a shower together.

“Maybe I should do this more often…” You giggled, “Please do…” He smirked, starting the shower for you two.

[malkaleh]

Some more in universe fictional fandom discussion in the Tudors OT3 Cinematic Unvierse inspired by @nocompromise-noregrets and also some other things. @herawell

Pre Unmasked did you clock what was going on if you didn’t know the history?

niceiceblock

50,000 notes

I didn’t.

This isn’t actually a critique of the way the show depicted that storyline - they are making a story at base, not a history (though it’s beautiful and accurately done) and that means there are going to be some dramatic reveals, including with things like this that not a lot of people know because it’s such a recent revelation, though I think you could argue about whether they should have made it clear from the start, I don’t think so.

I think in a lot of ways us/fandom at large not getting it is making a point about the way predators like Norwich work - they don’t broadcast themselves with giant signs saying I Am A Monster - they often look like Rupert Graves! They are charming! They have what can look like chemistry with the people they abuse (thinking about the times people have said ‘but they were such a cute couple’ about a later to be revealed abusive relationship between public figures).

And also it’s about fandom and seeing two very attractive men (in particular men) together and going NOW KISS and kind of reverse engineering the interpretation that it has to be romantic and kind of…ignoring the layers going on. I’m indicting myself here as well - I was looking at things through a shipping lens and so I did not see say, the work that James Frain was doing with his body - the way he looked so so small around Norwich, the flinch/tension he was carrying, the way that Rupert Graves plays that possessiveness in Norwich’s eyes but James does that things where he’s just avoiding looking at Norwich directly - that dissociation where he’s clearly (when you look at it post reveal) avoiding the reality in front of him/back being a small child again. It’s the ‘you ruined any trace of me’ referring to the branding that so many people used in edits when the episode trailer came out.

But that’s in retrospect, for me.

coveryourtears

I got it but I don’t think that means I’m morally superior or anything (like is some of it painful person experience? Possibly yes). I didn’t know the history but there was just for me there was something so off about Norwich that I couldn’t put my finger on at all and then I went ‘…OH SHIT’ at the reveal (which I am so glad they put content warnings pre episode so people could make choices about their viewing) as much as anyone.

I am however morally superior to the people actually genuinely defending John Norwich though. Go step on legos and may you forever be trapped listening to a Restorationist video essay.

lareginatara

I knew the history and let me say it’s been An Experience biting my lip through everything. AN EXPERIENCE AND A HALF (thank you oh group chat and discord for bearing with my feels upon the subject). I had this Dread ever since the Norwich casting was announced because oh fuck the norwich thirsting is going to happen.

(To the people whining about how they were Deceived And This Was Problematic I just….I can’t. Sometimes Stories Will Pull A Surprise On You People)

semperlyqueerly

But it was a different time - people married young then - I wouldn’t defend John today but in the context and time in which he lived it would have been fine - you can see he took such good care of Thomas (all those gifts! You all love it so much when H8 and Anne give him gifts and talk about how it’s a love language. The fact that he gave him an education and took him out of poverty and away from his abusive father. And Thomas does consent - he said yes when Norwich asked him to ‘come to my bed Antonius’ - you can’t say he didn’t consent). John didn’t deserve to be abandoned so cruelly after everything he did for Thomas - my heart always breaks for him when I watch him see Gregory for the first time, that his great love moved on so fast.

antoniusandcaesar

Silence actual factual pedophile excuser and I don’t throw that around in fandom debates but that is what you are and I refuse to give you the time of day.

lareginatara

[katsushika-division]

It was only a few hours after receiving the gift from Max that another gift would come knocking on the door...is what Rintaro would wish had happened but instead it was something much worse. It was surprising how the house was still standing with how much it was shaking as the entirety of Death Row Block plus Akari immediately ran outside only to see a...punked out aircraft slowly descending on their backyard.

Akihisa and Rintaro were the first to immediately act, pulling out firearms and aiming at the pilot section of the aircraft which slowly opened to reveal...a guy in punk rock clothing wearing a LED chemion mask, his "eyes" cutting through the cloud of smoke the aircraft made upon landing. When seeing that he was about seconds away from being swiss cheese, the mystery man put his hands up in a sign of peace. "Whoa whoa whoa! Hey! I come in peace! I brought gifts!" (O.O)

Before either of the older men can react, thankfully, someone came to his rescue. "Trickster?!" Akari yelled out, face lighting up as it was indeed her fellow pyromaniac friend. The mystery guy, now apparently called "Trickster", perked up at the sound of Akari's voice, waving wildly at the younger girl. "HEEEEEY CINDER! LONG TIME NO SEE, BUDDY!" (>.<)

Rintaro snapped his head towards his little sister, confused and a little pissed off. "You know this guy, Akari." It came out more as a statement than a question but Akari answered nonetheless, looking back at her brother with a serious look. "This is the guy I told you about, y'know, about that." Rintaro's eyes widen as he looked back at Trickster still sitting in the pilot's seat, swaying side to side, like he was dancing to some hidden tune the rest couldn't here.

Once more, Akihisa took action, still not lowering his gun and sternly demanded. "Who are you and why have you come here, answer quickly or I can't say it will end well for you."

Trickster shivered but there was no real fear behind it, only plain amusement as he slouched in the seat, comfortable and unfazed. "Well, you've already heard it from Akari but the name's Trickster, Tricky for short, I'm from a neat little terrorist cell called Scorpion Den, you might have heard of it, we're actually hella famous." (^.^) Trickster "beamed" with pride at the fact that he just mentioned that he is a wanted terrorist before continuing.

"I meant what I said earlier, I'm here for peaceful purposes, Akari mentioned that it was his" he pointed at Rintaro. "birthday today, I wanted to do something nice so I got him gifts." (o.o) He reached back into the backseat despite Akihisa's warnings and pulled out a black duffle bag. Keeping his left hand up in surrender, he held the bag out in his other hand. "Here, you can check yourself if ya don't believe me." (-.-)

Having enough of the situation already, Rintaro walked passed Akihisa and snatched the bag himself, sending a suspicious glare at Trickster who only 'blinked' owlishly at him with his LED eyes. Shrugging as Rintaro headed back to his team and little sister, Trickster waved once more and got more situated in his pilot seat. "It was nice meeting ya, Rintaro! Maybe you can hang out with Akari and me sometime! Happy Birthday, dude!" With that, Trickster started up the aircraft again and the Katsushika team could only watch as he flew away to god knows where.

- Later -

Rintaro sat in his room, looking over the gifts that "Trickster" guy had given him, the first gift he opened revealed to be...

...A full arm gauntlet with a flamethrower device built into it.

The second gift revealed to be...

...A dragon-oni fusion mask.

And the last and final gift revealed to be...

...An assortment of unidentified chemicals.

Happy Birthday Rintaro! 🧡

“So that was him?” Rintaro questioned staring directly into his younger sister’s eyes. A rare air of seriousness around him. 

“Yep. That was Trickster.” Akari nodded. “See what I mean what I said about him?” 

“....How positive would you say you are Akari?” 

“Around 90% but….”

“Hm?” 

“Rin-nii…I once accidentally saw Trickster without his mask and he looked a lot like…him.”

Rintaro clenched his jaw his thoughts running a mile a minute at that statement. If that was true along with the other things he had heard he now knew why Akari had expressed her opinion about Trickster to him. 

“Rin-nii?”

I want to meet him.” Rintaro declared. “...I just wanna see myself, ya know?”

“I can ask him next time I see him,” Akari promised. “He seems to think highly of your work as the “High Rise Bomber” so I think he’d agree. If…if it is true then what?” 

“We’ll burn that bridge when we get there,” Rintaro sighed. “Even dead we still have to deal with one more surprise from him. I’m just itching to burn something right now.” 

“Well Trick give you that,” Akari pointed to the gauntlet. “Why not take it for a spin?”

“Where? The Old Man isnt going to let me use it in the backyard?” 

“Wait here,” Akari smiled before running to grab something from her room. Rintaro could hear her door slam open and just as quickly as she left Akari came running back into his room a large silver suitcase in her hands.

“I was saving this for later but no better time than now!”  Akari cackled glee evident on her face as she handed her older brother the suitcase. “Open it!” 

Rintaro now extremely curious as to what had Akari so excited opened the case. Much to his shock inside was a copy of Akari’s suit she used as Cinder but made to fit a male taller than her minus the mask she usually wore but Trickster’s gift already had that covered. Turning to his sister Rintaro saw that a deranged smile was spread across her face.

“You can join me now!”

“And the bomb? They track me using that shit.”

“The suits got a jammer that’ll make it look like you’re inside the house. It’s not a full removal yet but it’s something! So come on the night is still young!”

Rintaro was stunned for a moment before he began to laugh. Louder and insaner he laughed until he was full-on psycho laughing. The thought of running around with his younger sister had set his pyromania off badly and nothing was going to stop him from doing just that.

“Now what are we waiting for then?”

[apollos-boyfriend]

translation:

the trial is wednesday, may 24th. the census bureau isn't interested in the creative blocks and reveals this when it doesn't even think twice during bobby's negotiation. it isn't going to accept [us] giving over the weapons for armor, and whatever information that we try to extract via giving the blocks back will be processed and mitigated in a manner that means nothing to us. but if we have a new surprise, that no one even on our side is expecting, maybe things will change. the census bureau messed up amidst the chaos and the bullshit. maybe that's the secret. the plan is to use forever's breaking of the rules like a bargaining chip to create a conflict directly between FOREVER and MYSELF, surprising forever as much as the census bureau during the negotiation, and asking full paternity of richarlyson as a form of "betrayal", showing that i'm willing to align myself with the federation and don't have problems antagonizing my friends to protect richarlyson and have him all to myself. after, the idea is for me to purposefully distance myself from everyone for a day, to create something like a castle of darkness and evil far away from everyone just to see the reactions of the census bureau/federation, code monsters, and possibly a traitor among us. if anyone decides to align themselves with me they might be a possible suspect or someone that's not reliable in the ordem. [UPDATE - DAY OF THE TRIAL] things came out a little different than i had planned, but the main plan went accordingly. instead of springing the surprise of betrayal during the meeting, i used it like an excuse over the fact that they'd lied to me and tried to blackmail me with the vivo meme to make a scene. [art by @/panyksapoo] i took the opportunity to change skins from a defense attorney to a prosecutor to add to the drama. it's a positive note for it makes me look like i genuinely have a motivation/grudge in relation to my friends and diminishes the federation/census bureau's suspicion of my motivations, it doesn't make it look like i betrayed them "out of nowhere". considering that maybe the federation canonically watches our streams to gather information, i think the better option is to do everything with a narrative arc to have a grand twist afterwards. > as it proves that my plan wasn't a lie, i left just one book signed for richarlyson revealing my plan, and didn't risk showing it on stream. > it's still risky, considering the federation maybe has access to the eggs' inventories, but honestly it broke my heart to see him said and to deceive him like this. i hope i don't regret this. i also blocked the others' access to SOFIA to see how max reactions. i don't want to suspect him, but everything in relation to her is very strange. > i'm going to avoid mentioning her existence to the federation, and if they bring up the subject, i'll try to avoid the subject. [IMPORTANT - CODES] THE CODES attacked me shortly after i "joined" the federation > "01000011" - C a code made specifically to kill me? it practically ignored richarlyson this strengthens the theory that the codes kill those that seek to keep the others on the island. > WHY DID THEY ATTACK MAX? FINAL PLAN with luck, the federation will wake me up in the same hospital they woke max up in. i'll try to persuade maximo if i can obtain more information. continue the conflict with the members of the ordem and try to please the other residents of the island with explanations like how i've noticed the lives of those on the island are better than the lives they had before, and i don't want to lose that. they don't need to be involved in this. ) > use the event of richarlyson's trial, where probably everyone will be present and watching, to reveal the information i've been able to gather from the federation in front of everyone. > this way, if they kill me/imprison me i'll become a martyr and everyone present will realize the truth of the federation.

i have not a single clue what any of this says BUT ALL I KNOW IS QCELLBIT IS NOT A TRAITOR 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥(somebody translate i beg)

[matan4il]

Buddie 607 meta

I thought Felisa’s introduction was an interesting one. She’ll be closely associated with Eddie throughout the ep and by the end of it, we’ll see more layers to her, but the intro still presents her life as being to a great degree fake and shallow, very much revolving around putting on a show for her audience. Not to mention, Athena letting us know that Felisa at one point acted in such a violent and even life-endangering manner isn’t there for nothing. I found it an interesting choice to clue the audience in from the get go that this is not someone who is greatly compatible with Eddie, but even more so, that she’s not exactly someone who has room in her life to co-parent a kid with CP. And once again, it hit me hard, how in comparison, from 201 already we saw how similar Buck and Eddie are, and from 202 how much Buck would adore this kid,care about him, be a good co-parent and make all the room for Chris in his life.

~~ We saw in previous eps that when something is up with Buck, Eddie always notices it. So it came as no surprise he was the first to raise an eyebrow at Buck’s diet change. However, I had to scream a little about the shot that reveals this (and had to gif it). They could have focused on Buck’s glass after he was seated, they could have filmed him torso up. But no, they let Buck sit down as the camera follows him, and more than that, they had him sit down in profile, which emphasizes the crotch area way more than if he were to sit down normally and we’d get a frontal shot. This is intentional as all heck, and the framing expressions on Eddie’s face as he watches him, making it seem like Buck’s crotch is what he’s noticing, it’s too much to all be coincidental. ~~

But back to Eddie being THE team member with Buck senses that tingle, this ep showed us that it’s not just us thinking their bond is unique. The fact that we get a zoom in on Bobby looking at Eddie with an inquiring expression and gesture with Athena also turning his attention to him to get his reaction, and that Eddie without even a pause says he doesn’t know what’s up with Buck, it once again demonstrates that the trope of “everyone sees it” is true for Buddie. Everyone around them is completely aware that these two are married. ~~

Okay, regarding Buck’s sperm donation, the universe was CLEARLY screaming at him that this shouldn’t happen. In an ep that directly references back to 406, where Buck first tells Eddie that, and in doing so reveals himself to be someone who believes in listening to signs, and who reaffirms that this hasn’t changed because when his secret comes out he mutters to himself, “Stupid bracelet curse,” it’s very interesting that he ignores it all and goes ahead with the donation (at least for now). I do assume that the point is whatever he chooses, it will be his choice. He’s not being superstitious, or latching onto excuses, he's choosing his own path, and that will play into the rest of this storyline in terms of his growth as a person. ~~

Small side note from a gay person who knows a lot of gay couples that had to use sperm donations: men have to abstain from masturbation to do a sperm count, it’s not a personal choice, and the period of time to abstain is 2-7 days. Anything above that makes the sample worse in terms of sperm quality. My point is, Buck was trying to make things better, but he actually made them worse. I trust the writers did their basic research and they know this fact. ~~

The oblivious Eddie vibes were strong in this ep. While we got the background story for his disbelief in the supernatural, it also generally demonstrated that Eddie doesn’t tend to believe in that which he can’t see with his own eyes. He needs palpable proof, and neither emotions nor their significance can be proven that way, which might explain why he keeps missing the signs regarding what he and Buck really have. ~~

Something that got to me (and can also be counted in the “oblivious Eddie” column) was Felisa telling him that Alexis is all she has. As Eddie suspects this assistant of wrongdoing, he will later in the ep tell Felisa he knows Alexis is the only one she feels she can count on. It was just really loud to me, Eddie can try and talk to Felisa about what this means because he knows exactly what it’s like to have someone like that, Buck. So the subtext parallels Alexis with Buck, which means I was watching with interest to see what will we discover about this assistant? Even though everything seemed to point to her being guilty, if she was subtly paralleled with Buck, I was pretty convinced it would turn out she wasn’t the one hurting Felisa. I loved finding out that this ended up being the case. And I also thought it was interesting that in this context, Eddie brings up the tsunami in the ep’s last scene. The only way he thinks he can turn this woman’s POV around is to give Chris as an example. And that is exactly what he was doing for Buck as well, in 301. Not to mention, Buck embraced the insight Eddie was offering him during his chat with Chris in 302. Even in terms of the character’s name (yes, the name geek is about to strike again), Felisa comes from the Spanish version of the Roman name Felix, which means “lucky,” but also “happy” (for example, ‘felix finis’ means “happy ending” in Latin), and who do we know who’s been on a quest to find his happiness this season? This ep might not have been Buddie heavy in the text itself, but Buck was there, between the lines of Eddie’s storyline, the whole time.

(apologies for my own inferior gifs for this one section of the post) ~~

And that can also be seen in the moment when Eddie expresses his notion that he’s starting to think he might be the one who’s cursed. It’s the dramatic turn point in that arc and, despite Hen and Chim being the ones more closely associated for most of the ep with the whole thing (the ones who talk to Eddie about it, expresses their fear and superstition, trying to keep a distance from the bracelet), it’s Buck that Eddie says those words to. That’s the show telling us it recognizes that everything has more potency when it’s between those two. Plus, it’s also a reminder that even in the middle of his own trouble with his sperm donation, Buck will always check in on Eddie. ‘Coz that’s just how soulmates roll.

~~ Thank you to anyone reblogging! Y’all give me life. And for any show of support. I also wanna thank wholeheartedly @whosoldherout​, who not only produced fabulous gifs for this meta as always, she did so while dealing with some stuff, and I just want you to know you’re a hero! xoxox

[twiceasfrustrating]

Slippery as an Eel

Rating: General

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Jade Leech & Player|Yuu

Characters: Jade Leech, Player|Yuu

Additional Tags: gn!yuu (you/your), fluff

Summary: You ask a miscellaneous question while helping Jade forage for mushrooms. He won’t give you a straight answer.

A/N: Full disclosure, I want to write more twst but I am in the phase where I can't quite get the voices right. So, you know, just writing whatever until I can get them right… or at least understand them.

Word Count: 792

"Do you have a second set of jaws?" The question came out of nowhere as you watched Jade kneel down to pick a mushroom you were 87% positive was toxic based on its colors and patterns. The way the corner of his mouth pulled back to reveal the faintest sliver of his teeth reminded you of that strange fact.

He didn't look at you, instead keeping his focus on the mushroom as he plucked it from the rotting stump where he'd found it. He twisted the delicate looking stem between his fingers, a small deposit of powder falling out from under the cap as he twirled it with an unyielding fascination.

You waited patiently for him to finish his examination before he carefully placed the mushroom into a bag he had brought, upping your assuredness to 100% that the thing was toxic and Jade simply didn't mind taking that risk. Or, rather, he didn't mind passing that risk onto you as he shoved the bag into your hands

You repeated the question now that he was looking directly at you and couldn't ignore it, "Do you have a second set of jaws?"

Yet, somehow, he brushed the quiry aside. "Careful with that one. It's fragile and there aren't many around to replace it if it gets damaged." He turned his back to you and marched further up the incline to continue his search.

"Back in my world," you persisted as you trailed after him across the leaf littered ground, "I read that eels have a second set of jaws in their throat and was wondering if you did too."

"As a mer-eel?" He clarified and you could only confirm.

His lips pulled back tight and you could see the faintest glisten of his sharp, pointed fangs for a brief moment. "If you asked nicely, I would be glad to let you stick your fingers back there and find out. If you find them you can tell me how sharp they are."

The leaves crunched under his feet as he came to a stop, catching sight of some time mushrooms growing under a pile of damp debris. 

You stopped to pout and glare at him, but he didn't show any signs of caring. "You could just answer the question with a simple yes or no."

"You are correct. I could simply answer you." Jade moved the debris aside and his eyes practically lit up finding a colony of fat, tiny mushrooms with soft, bulbous caps. "But I don't want to."

"Why not?"

Again, he went silent as he picked at his find.

"Why don't you want to answer me?" You had to ask again so he couldn't ignore the conversation you were having.

He could almost see the silent sigh he let out as he closed his eyes for a second, likely in exasperation. "It's more fun to watch you struggle for your answers than to simply be handed them. How far are you willing to go for an answer? What assumptions will you make until you know the truth? Isn't it interesting?"

Not for you it wasn't. "I'm helping you carry everything."

"Yes, you are." He said with a faint smile as he looked down with pride to the bag you were still carrying. "And?"

"Isn’t that worth anything?" Even a simple yes or no?

“My thanks. I appreciate you offering to assist me without promise of anything in exchange.” His smile taunted you as it finally grew wide enough to show off his fangs as he stood up with his new mushrooms. “Please stay on the lookout for anything else we may come across. I expect to bring back a great deal more than usual since you’re here to help me today.”

“You really don’t plan to answer me? It would be so easy.”

“It would be. Almost too much so.”

“You’re enjoying making me wonder, aren’t you?”

“I would never.” His mouth pulled into a frown, but his eyes were still dancing with glee. “How lowly do you think of me? Believing I would go out of my way to trouble a friend of mine?”

Oh, Jade was terrible. The worst. A menace to society. “Whatever.” There was no point in letting him rile you up.

“Aww, has your curiosity been snuffed out?”

“I’m not going to try and force you to share.” Maybe if you acted like it didn’t bother you, it would reignite his interest. 

Reverse psychology didn’t work on him though. “Thank you for your understanding. It’s very mature of you to forgo your curiosity for my comfort.” He was condescending you, you could feel it. “Now, may we continue?”

“Sure.” You tried to return the smile, but yours felt so much weaker and uncertain than his.

[goldentournesol]

Truth or Dare

(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)

The one where Spencer is married with children and JJ confesses her love for him. Length: 2.7k A/N: this is technically a bonus chapter of The Receptionist and the Profiler but can definitely be read as a standalone. this is my take on the JJ confession, enjoy! don’t be shy, leave a comment or reblog! masterlist

Y/N furiously clicked her mouse in response to her computer screen lagging. She released an exasperated sigh and placed her head into her hands. She could practically feel the bags under her eyes increase in size and depth as she tried to regain control of her breathing. Raising two children and being the BAU’s liaison was proving to be extremely difficult, she couldn’t go out into the field or travel with the team as much. After what happened with Cat Adams, she had a hard time leaving Emelia and Adaline. Emily only requested her help as a liaison in the field when she absolutely needed it, anything else could be taken care of from Quantico. Her head pounded against her palms and her only reprieve from her incessant headache was closing her eyes. She must have dozed off in her office because the next thing she knew, she was waking up to a warm hand squeezing her shoulder.

She shot up in her seat, heart beating at an alarming rate until she was met with her husband’s eyes. Her shoulders instantly relaxed, “You’re back.” She said with relief, standing to wrap him in a tight hug.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked into her shoulder, squeezing her tighter than usual.

She fought back a yawn and nodded, “Yeah, I’m just exhausted.” She pulled back and rested her hands on his face to inspect for injuries and found none on his face. A bandaged hand wrapped around one of her wrists and she gasped, “What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s not that deep, just a little gash.” Spencer said dismissively, his thumb rubbing against her wrist. “Let’s go home.” She nodded and quickly packed her things, eager to see her two baby girls.

On her way out, she noticed JJ and Rossi speaking in hushed tones. She managed to wave at them as she and Spencer made their way to the elevator. Rossi waved back, JJ looked away. Y/N had thought nothing of it, perhaps this had been a hard case on her. At least they had Rossi’s wedding tomorrow to look forward to and unwind a little. The girls would be with a babysitter and Y/N was looking forward to dressing up and hopefully getting a little (a lot) wine drunk.

Spencer was silent the entire way home, which wasn’t uncommon, so again, Y/N had thought nothing of it. As soon as they made it through the door, Emelia and Adaline came running up to the door, squealing with glee. Each parent scooped up a baby girl and showered them with kisses until they switched. 

Here, with a beautiful healthy daughter in his arms, he could forget about all the confusion of JJ’s confession. Spencer usually dealt with these difficult things on his own and in his head. He hadn’t had time to process it fully to bring it to his wife. He would deal with it later, right now, all he wanted was to spend time with his three favorite girls. Y/N hadn’t noticed anything different in the way Spencer was acting around the girls, but each hug he gave her felt a little tighter. She appreciated it and was definitely not about to complain about receiving tighter hugs from her husband.

The suspicions began the next day at Rossi’s wedding. With the girls not serving as a distraction, Y/N began to see the signs of Spencer retreating into himself. She hadn’t heard all the details of the last case yet, but Emily will soon let her know.

Emily was in the middle of giving a speech when Y/N snuck a look at Spencer beside her. He was politely listening, but everything about his eyes let her know that he was elsewhere. She caught JJ’s eye across the room, it seems as though JJ was staring at her husband as well. Before Y/N could ask with her eyes, JJ had looked away once more, the aversion of her gaze hinting at shame. A sinking feeling resided in her chest. 

She leaned towards him, linking their arms together, her heart strings intertwining with his in some metaphysical sense. Her sudden affection made him turn to her and send her a small smile. He quieted down the question in her eyes with a tender kiss to her cheek, knowing for a fact that the woman across the room watched what happened, a silent declaration of what he chose, what he will always choose.

Before they knew it, the music began blaring with Luke, Matt, and Penelope stealing the show with their dance moves. Y/N couldn’t contain her laughter as she watched them all prance around. In true Garcia fashion, she approached her and pulled her up to begin dancing. Y/N looked back towards Spencer for help but he just laughed and encouraged her to dance. All too soon, the music morphed into a slow paced rhythm. Turning around to ask Spencer to dance, she found the seat to be empty. Eyes flitting to the bar, she found Spencer and JJ in the middle of a conversation. 

“Hey, you can dance with me!” Tara said, whisking Y/N away from the scene. Y/N sent her a small grateful smile, but her curiosity was heavy.

“Is JJ okay? Did something happen?” Y/N asked Tara as they slow danced together. Tara was visibly taken aback by the question, she thought Spencer would have told Y/N about what had happened by now, but she decided that it was not her story to tell.

“Yeah, JJ’s totally fine.” Tara said dismissively and began steering Y/N away from that conversation. They soon broke apart to gather around the cake. Y/N was only half paying attention until she saw JJ take her place next to Will and was alerted of Spencer’s presence as he placed his hands on her hips from behind. She leaned into his warmth and let it go for the final time that night, she would ask about it when they were alone. But by the time the night ended, JJ was not on Y/N’s list of important things to remember. She was a little bit past tipsy and Spencer practically had to drag her out to their car.

The weekend went by smoothly, Spencer had his head buried in mountains of papers from his students even though Y/N told him that he could read them online and save so much paper. The weekend had come and gone and they were back in the office in the blink of an eye. The awkwardness between the two lifelong friends resumed. JJ was arguably the closest person to Spencer on the team (besides Y/N of course), so she found it more than weird that the two were actively avoiding each other. 

Lunch time came around and Y/N had had enough of it, she snuck into Penelope’s office.

“Hey, sunshine!” Penelope greeted, taking a hefty bite out of her donut.

“Hey.” Y/N said, leaning against the desk adjacent to Penelope’s, stirring her coffee.

“What’s going on?” Penelope stared at her knowingly. Y/N immediately put the coffee down and stared at Penelope.

“Did something happen between JJ and Spence on the last case?” Y/N asked directly, deciding that beating around the bush would help no one.

Y/N didn’t miss the slight widening of Penelope’s eyes, “Wh-what? Why would you ask that?”

“They’ve been acting really awkward around each other and JJ’s been avoiding me like the plague.” Y/N huffed. 

Penelope panicked, stuttering out, “I uh, I really think you should talk to Spencer.”

“No one’s telling me anything! Not you, not Tara! Should I be worried?” She asked, exasperated.

“Honestly? No, I don’t think so. Spencer loves you.” Penelope said surely.

Spencer loves you.

What does that even mean?

Y/N turned on her heel, leaving her coffee and marched all the way to Spencer’s desk. The carpet drowned out the clickity clack of her heels. Spencer raised his head from his files to smile at her.

“My office, now.” Y/N said simply, her tone neither angry nor cool, his smile retreating as he followed her like a puppy. Matt and Luke shared a knowing look between them and pretended to focus on their work so as to not get caught in the line of fire.

She closed the door and the blinds, crossing her arms and turning to see him taking a seat, “Care to explain why Garica just felt the need to assure me that my husband loves me? Or to explain why you and JJ have been acting so weird and having secret conversations? Or maybe why she’s been acting like I don’t exist for the past 3 and a half days?”

For a moment, Spencer looked like a child who had been caught stealing cookies out of the cookie jar, then his face returned to an unnerving mask of calm. This mask made her panic even more.

“Does this have anything to do with the hostage situation you two were in?” Y/N asked, she had just gone over the report that morning, but it had little to no details.

Spencer took a deep breath and rested both hands on his thighs, in any other circumstance, Y/N might have been tempted to sit across his lap and kiss him until they were both red in the face. But not right now, right now she needed answers.

“Yes, well--okay, yes. Something did happen. I promise I was going to tell you, but it never seemed like the right time to bring it up, I didn’t want to bring it up at home around the girls, and I didn’t want to bring it up here either.” Spencer said, leaning back to rest against the chair.

“What happened?” Y/N took a seat across from him, no longer feeling the need to attack, but rather to understand.

“JJ and I were being held hostage. The unsub, Casey, was about to shoot JJ and me. He told her to reveal something that she’d never say aloud and she…” Spencer swallowed, trailing off. Y/N leaned forward, already expecting where this was going.

“She told me that she’s always loved me and that she was just too scared to say it before.” He spoke softly, meeting her eyes.

Y/N blinked slowly, “Bullshit.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“Are you sure she wasn’t just saying that in front of the unsub to get him to back down? Are you sure it was real?” Y/N said, standing up from her seat. She paced around her room, trying to piece together any evidence from the past few years that could back up that claim.

JJ had been the one to push Y/N and Spencer together. JJ couldn’t have had all these feelings for Spencer. What about Will? Henry? Michael? They were her and Spencer’s Godchildren for crying out loud. Y/N’s brain was going a hundred miles a minute. Spencer watched her pace around the small office.

“I, I don’t know. It seemed real.” Spencer wished what he had to say would calm his wife, but he really didn’t know at this point.

“Do you…” she swallowed, the question heavy on her tongue, “do you feel the same?” The tears were ready, resting at her waterline, waiting for the call. Her insecurities were ready to take over.

“No!” Spencer objected, standing from his seat. Normally, his defensive reply would have made her suspicious, but the look of utter shock and hurt on his face quelled any doubt that arose.

“No, I don’t. I love you. I have always loved you. God, you know this, I’ve loved you even when you weren’t mine to love. I’ve loved you since I was just a baby faced profiler and you were just a receptionist. I will never stop loving you and the girls, Y/N.” He said definitively, walking towards his wife and grabbing her clammy hands in his. He pressed a gentle kiss to each of her hands, staring into her teary eyes.

The cavern in her chest began to patch itself up as he looked at her that way. She had no choice but to believe him. 

“Okay, I believe you.” She smiled, a tear escaping. He reached up to tenderly swipe it away. With a simple tilt of his chin, he captured her lips in an intense, passionate kiss and like all of their kisses, he took her breath away. But something about the desperation in this kiss made it hard for her lungs to perceive air. He had a point to prove.

A few moments of silence passed between them and Y/N took a deep breath, “I should talk to JJ.” 

Spencer hadn’t pulled away yet, “It’s your choice, my love.” He placed a soft kiss to the center of her forehead and stepped back to catch her eye, “Are we okay?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him, “Yes, we’re okay. Can you ask JJ to come in after you leave?”

With a nod and another kiss, he left the office to go summon JJ. Y/N took her seat at her desk and folded her hands in anticipation, the undeniable and unrelenting feelings of anger and jealousy coursing right underneath her skin.

A gentle knock sounded throughout the small office and Y/N invited her to take a seat before her.

“Listen, Y/N, if this is about what I said back--” JJ began, but Y/N wasn’t interested in any of the formalities.

“Did you mean it?” Y/N asked, making direct eye contact. JJ was taken aback at the similarities between Y/N’s question and Spencer’s. They had both asked in the same way. She wasn’t ready back then. But she is now.

“Yes..” JJ whispered, averting her gaze once more. The gaze of the wife of the man she thought she loved was too heavy to face straight on.

“Yes, what? Do you love my husband?” Y/N spoke with an unrecognizable sharp edge to her voice.

“Yes, I love him. I’ve always known it. Things just got too messy too quickly. I have Will and the boys and I would never ever give them up. Spence-- Spencer has you and the girls and I could never dream of taking him away from you.” JJ spoke clearly, her eyes reddening and glistening with unshed tears.

“You are the perfect wife, I watched him fall in love with you. You’re also the best mother to his children, it’s hard not to be jealous of you.” JJ continued. The sinking feeling returned to her chest.

“You have nothing to be jealous of, I’m just doing my best. You’re one of the greatest mothers I have ever known. I need you to tell me that this is where it ends, JJ. I cannot afford the stress.” Y/N replied.

“This is where it ends, I promise. It’s over. He has you and Emelia and Adaline and I have Will, Henry, and Michael. If we were ever meant to be, then it would have happened. He deserves you, after everything he’s been through. He deserves you.” She said tearfully, wiping away stray tears.

Y/N stood from her seat and walked around her desk to embrace her in a tight hug. JJ cried into her shoulder, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“I know. It’s okay, we’re okay.” Y/N rubbed her shoulder, pulling away.

“Are things going to be awkward now?” JJ chuckled, blowing her nose.

“Only if you keep avoiding me.” Y/N joked back, JJ promised she wouldn’t and excused herself to get back to work.

Y/N followed her out and stopped at her door. Leaning against her door frame, she caught her husband’s eye across the bullpen and sent him a smile and a nod.

It’ll be alright.

They’ll be alright.

[thursdaygrl]

The words of reassurance offered to them made Jordan instinctively search for a catch, eyes seeking out Marie's for some sort of sign that though she told them they didn't need to be scared, that they could trust her, she meant that with strings attached. They found nothing but her sweet sincerity, though, as they stared back at her, a little stunned by the notion. The side of their mouth twitched, a faint, sad smile on their lips as they made themselves believe it as hard as it felt. They'd been assigning so much time to overthinking their dynamic, trying to bend themselves to fit into the box that admittedly they'd picked out with their own assumptions. It was like pulling back a curtain, all of her want and intentions previously feeling so obscured and hard to read. Despite Marie telling them to not think of themselves as stupid, the idea that they could have been touching and kissing her while in either form the whole entire time was... overwhelming and frustrating and ultimately? They did feel fucking stupid. They'd let other people dictate how they operate, they'd almost pushed her away enough to make it so they never would have known how it felt to kiss her like this, to see her glassy eyed but adoring and looking at them. Really, that was something else entirely, to confront deeper feelings head on, one they admittedly weren't ready for if she happened to ask about what they were, but she didn't. They could just be, for a second, with Jordan leading her towards their bedroom, flicking the light on and immediately moving to shift a few things into place. They'd never been so happy to have stress cleaned, because it wasn't always quite this pristine, but they took the sort of compliment, shrugging a shoulder. "If shit's messy, I never sleep as well... plus y'know, I've been spending a lot of my fuckin' time elsewhere." They shrugged, knowing they'd developed a routine of entering their apartment, showering and then passing out without much to say for it after nights with her. Over the week they were often guilty of shedding their clothes directly onto their desk chair or leaving out their weed when they occasionally smoked before bed, but she didn't need to know that. They had blackout curtains pulled back to reveal the view of the city, a guitar that often went untouched off in a corner. The only photos they had up were a few pinned to a cork board on their desk, shots of them and their friends in their costumes from a performance and from a party, along with old tickets to National Ballet productions that they'd seen with their parents and a black ribbon tied in a bow.

They watched Marie taking in their bedside table, where a book they were halfway through but kept forgetting to finish, a biography of a dancer they admired sat beside their elaborate charging deck for their phone and a planner, filled with rehearsal times and notes on what they needed to improve on. It wasn't embarrassing, that dance was their whole life, but they were hyperaware of it as she returned to them. There weren't any posters on the wall, but there was a print from an artist they liked, something dark and moody, splotches of black paint obscuring a figure. They looked at it until Marie was suddenly the only thing in their line of sight, arms wrapping around their neck as they exhaled, eyes finding hers with an openness that they didn't shy away from, though they were hyperaware of the fact that how they had to tilt their chin up, just a touch. They smiled slowly, seeing the look in Marie's eye as she came closer, lips ghosting over theirs. They swallowed, head canting to the side just a little as they fought the urge to groan thinking about it. Of course she'd wanted to kiss them then, considering what had taken place that very night, but to hear that she was thinking about it was a little breath-taking. Their hands slid over her sides slowly, appreciative until one lifted up, trailing over her shoulder and down one of the arms that was wrapped around their neck as she spoke. "Yeah?" Their head turned as she demanded it with her hand, breath catching in their throat as they stared back at her. "Maybe you should have." They agreed, as Marie pulled them in and they groaned as she kissed them with some fierce need. Jordan savoured it, mouths moving together, their head tilting as it deepened, tongues sliding over each other. It was softer, somehow warmer and more intoxicating than just kissing her again after their fight, not like a first kiss but still, something different. It was a little hard to focus when she pulled back, breath heavier as they listened, head tilting down to watch her shedding her shirt. They graced her with full attention though, nodding into another kiss, ignoring the nagging wonderings about whether they could be that open with her, whether they could really promise to not fuck up again. "I won't." They promised. Truth be told, the idea of her hating them was fucking terrifying, to say the least. "Let me show you how fucking invested I am."

All the things they'd thought about and fantasised with Marie in mind were poured into the way they kissed her. It wasn't gentle, but not harsh, either. The height difference was hardly an issue as they grasped her hips, hands touching and exploring her skin as if they'd never had the chance to before now. One hand slid up to cup her face, hands practically shivering with the need to be close to her as the other hand slid down to splay their palm over her ass, grabbing and tugging her body closer to theirs as they groped possessively. They could be domineering in their other form, but they'd been such a sucker for her, all too willing to give in. In this form, they felt emboldened now, entranced with the feeling of power as they licked into her mouth and nipped at her bottom lip as they pulled back to breathe. Their thumb edged towards the curve of her mouth, swiping over her bottom lip as they spoke. "If I had known I could have you like this too I would have woken you up very fucking differently that morning... maybe with my fingers between your legs or my mouth. All our dancer flexibility could have gone to fucking waste if I let you go tonight..." Their thumb dipped between her lips, unable to help it. Their head swam with ideas, but they focused on grabbing the hem of their top, pulling it up and over their head as they drew their fingers reluctantly away from her. They were bare to her now, reaching to unclasp her bra to help her shed that as they walked her back in a familiar fashion, until her legs hit their bed. They raised their brows expectantly, hands pushing her back and then guiding her as they got on top of her, straddling her waist and pressing close. The feeling of soft skin pressing together as their mouth found Marie's again made them groan into it, nipples hardening against her chest. It didn't take much to get them wet when it came to Marie, the kisses were enough to make the heat already a little unbearable. They shuddered as they pulled back, helping to guide Marie's legs out from under them so that they could hook them over their thighs instead and dig back into the kiss. They were shameless about it, the way their hips began to rock and grind into hers, making out with her as their fingers threaded through hers, pinning them back into the bed. The little bit of friction against their clit was just enough, prompting soft moans as they pulled back, hips rocking against hers as they took the chance to look at her, their chain dangling from their neck as they let out heavy breaths. "You like me like this? Think I'm fucking pretty, is that what you said?" They asked, breasts shifting with the weight of their movements.

Trying to offer Jordan a show of tenderness without getting pushed away felt like walking on a tightrope. Marie feared her words could be too direct, too honest, or her expression too transparent, too devoted, because they were in a vulnerable position, and she knew them well enough to know that doing the wrong thing would get them closing themselves off almost immediately. So, she visibly relaxed when their fingers wrapped around her wrist—the sort of small contact that encouraged her to think maybe they could figure their way out of the pain and the confusion without losing what they had. “Don’t,” she asked, her voice a weak whisper. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.” They weren’t stupid, and Marie wouldn’t stand there and tolerate that kind of affirmation, not even if it came from Jordan. They’d assumed the worst because people had given them enough reason to do so; it wasn’t their fault that their heart did whatever it could to find ways to guard itself. It made sense, too; if you don’t expect anything from anyone, then no one could let you down. Marie understood it, even if she waltzed through life making a conscious effort to keep her heart open to other people—even if it meant dealing with the pain that would naturally come with it. “Sounds about right.” A cautious smile broke over her face at their words, ‘cause even if she was an optimist, she agreed, they would’ve found a way to fight over something else. They were too passionate for it to be any different; feeling too deeply was both a blessing and a curse they shared.

It was different this time when Jordan moved closer to meet her lips in a soft, careful touch that made Marie’s heart beat with more energy. They didn’t do it often, kissing when they weren’t fucking—or when they weren’t about to. She’d done it in bed, that first time in her place, tired and pleased and unable to help herself, but they both knew how that’d ended up—the storm of conflicted emotions that had assaulted them the next morning. And yet, now she couldn’t seem to understand why it had taken them so long and why they’d respected that frustrating barrier when so much could be said in such a simple gesture. Her hand had remained in their cheek, and the other one had moved to grab at the fabric of their shirt. When they began to talk, she didn’t move either of them, as if that contact was necessary to keep her steady. Marie stared at them, looking softer than before, with their eyes shut, as they gifted her with a confession she hadn’t expected to hear before. They had a point; she’d barged into their life, all stubborn, demanding, and hopeful, and she’d made herself a place there before stopping to ask if they were comfortable with it. But she didn’t regret it. Especially not when their words revealed deeper roots of Jordan’s fears—the feeling of losing control, the risk of letting someone in. “I get it. I truly do.” It was dangerous for her too. To depend on someone, to fully allow herself to think she’d be more than a stop along the way in someone’s life, because she’d had her share of loss, and the possibility of it going wrong was enough to make her cling tighter to them. “But you don’t have to be scared. Not with me... about anything,” she promised. They would call it whatever they wanted to call it, and they'd do whatever they wanted to do. They made the rules, which meant there was never any reason to worry about having to fit inside anyone else’s ideas of what was expected. If it were anyone else extending that invitation, it wouldn’t have been so personal. But after what they’d been through, a wide smile appeared on Marie’s face at the prospect of getting to meet their room. Was it too telling of her feelings? The way she brightened up at the chance to get familiar with their space, even when her eyes were still glassy with unshed tears? “Are you kidding me? I’d love that,” she assured, allowing them to guide her.

Marie had escaped from their reach once the door to Jordan’s room opened, walking inside like an overly curious child in a shiny museum. However, there were no clues to gather and no particular evidence to analyze. While her room was booming with memories and little nothings, theirs was practical and organized, minimalist in a way that got her huffing out a laugh. “Is it too weird if I say it’s exactly how I pictured it? It’s like you took the Dewey decimal system and adapted it to interior design,” she teased, fingers carefully skimming over the bedside table before she was moving back to them. The number of times she’d thought about this exact scene had to be bordering on embarrassing. About being invited to their apartment, to their room; about having the chance to touch them like this, in their feminine form, beautiful and strong and hers. So, she couldn’t waste the opportunity, arms wrapping around their neck, a smug glint in her gaze because now they were shorter than her. “We could’ve saved us so much time, y’know?” Marie questioned over their lips, a memory too vivid in her mind not to share it. “That night, at the party? I was so fucking jealous when I saw you flirting with that girl, even though I had no right to be. Still, I had to get in and get your attention—ignoring her until she left, talking some bullshit about how the other seniors did like me, about how they’d enjoy dancing with me.” It was a cheap effort, maybe, but it had worked just fine. Besides, with all the shots she’d taken that day, it was something worthy of a medal. “You looked so good; maybe I should’ve asked you to kiss me right there, like this.” Her fingers threaded into their dark hair, pulling a little so they’d be looking right at her. “Then you would’ve known right from the start.” Marie pressed her mouth against theirs, a soft gasp escaping her due to her own greediness. It wasn’t the sweet kiss from before. Instead, she acted with urgency, ‘cause she’d been waiting too long for it. She couldn’t get any closer, her other palm moving to cradle their face, sucking on their bottom lip before her tongue was moving to meet theirs. “I’m gonna need you to talk to me next time there’s something this heavy in your chest,” she told them when she pulled back, even if she only did it to get rid of the navy top she’d been wearing. “You can’t shut me out like that... We don’t have to make anything a whole thing; you don’t have to hold my hand, and you never have to be someone you’re not, but if you ever throw that ‘didn’t know you were so needy’ shit at me again just to make me back off—” Her shirt fell to the floor then, and her hands wasted no time in bringing them close again. A short kiss, then another. “Fuck it, cards on the table, I’d probably still be your dance partner ‘cause I wouldn’t feel like sending all my hard work to the trash, but then I’d truly fucking hate you for hurting me again. And I really don’t wanna do that, Jordan.”

[fandomlit]

neutral, chap. 4 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary after waking from a taunting nightmare, tommy expels some late night energy on some wandering mobs. you give him another lesson about taking care of himself, even when working hard, and tommy asks if you’ll teach him archery, which, of course, doesn’t go without entertainment.

warnings nightmares, mob killing

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he was running again. he didn’t know where or from what, but his legs carried him far and strongly, weaving him through trees and grass and other obstacles along the way. he didn’t know how in danger he was, but he wasn’t going to stop and find out.

then he tripped.

when he flipped onto his back, it was that goddamn mask staring down at him, the lips just under it laughing, “you’re so weak, tommy! did you do anything while you were in neutral?” then his axe came down and tommy braced himself for the pain and release of death.

he woke up instead.

sweating under his covers, tommy sucked in a harsh breath as he sat up. he threw the soft cotton off of him, running a warm hand down his face. it was just a dream; he was safe in neutral.

looking out of the window next to him, he saw the moon still high in the sky, casting a cool light into his bedroom. dream’s words rang through his head like a bell, and he rubbed at his temples with a sigh. was he actually getting weak? was relaxing such a bad thing? at the very least, some part of him must have thought so to conjure a nightmare like that..

with another sigh, tommy lifted himself out of bed and flipped open the ender chest. he drew out his sword before heading to the main floor of the house.

when he reached the bottom of the stairs, a voice called out to him, “tommy?” his heart nearly stopped for a moment, before peeking into the kitchen and realizing it was just y/n. she sat in candlelight, writing in a small journal with a slice of half-eaten pumpkin pie next to her. “are you alright?”

“yeah,” he breathed, his voice still heavy with sleep. “just gonna go kill some mobs.”

she nodded. she looked tired, and a part of tommy felt bad knowing that she was most definitely going to wait for him to return. “okay. have at it, kid.”

he nodded, turning to leave the kitchen. before he did so, he pursed his lips and looked over his shoulder to y/n. “you should go to bed.”

she gave him a smile, scribbling something down in the small journal. “i will, tommy. just gotta finish this up..” his natural curiosity was drawn to the small book, and he almost asked y/n what she was writing. but then dream’s voice rang through his mind again, and tommy silently headed for the doors of the house.

the night air was refreshing on his warm skin, cool and still as the moon illuminated the frontal beauty of neutral territory. he took a deep, calming breath of that crisp air before focusing on the task at hand: proving to himself that dream was wrong. that dream is always wrong.

after about twenty zombies, ten spiders, countless creepers, and a few endermen, tommy finally felt the burn in his arms become nearly too much to bear. he panted as he struck down one last spider, turning and finally deciding to return back to the comfort of y/n’s home.

he sheathed his sword when he finally entered the house, going straight to the kitchen to see that y/n was still awake and writing in her small journal.

“ready to go to bed?” he asked gruffly.

she looked up slowly before nodding, placing her quill down and capping her ink. “any trouble out there?”

“no,” he spoke, shaking his head. “wrote everything you needed to?” y/n blew out her candle and went to join the boy in the doorway to the kitchen.

“as much as i could, anyway,” she shrugged, smiling lazily as they began to walk toward the stairs. “what was your nightmare about?”

tommy was slightly startled, but a little too tired to react drastically to y/n’s deduction. “how’d you know i had a nightmare?”

“i’ve had them before,” she said simply. “and it seemed natural that you’d expel some energy onto mobs after such a thing.”

“you’re smart,” tommy credited.

“thank you,” y/n yawned.

they continued to climb the stairs in silence as tommy considered his words. “i was being hunted by dream again, but this time you weren’t there to save me. he called me weak and killed me.”

“so you wanted to prove to yourself that despite allowing yourself peace, you didn’t have to sacrifice your strength to get there,” y/n summed.

the boy half-smiled. she was spot on, as always. “exactly,” tommy breathed. 

y/n was silent for a moment as she thought. they stopped at the hallway to tommy’s room and it then occurred to tommy’s tired mind that her room was downstairs; she was walking with him because she cared about him. 

“honestly, tommy, if this is a real concern for you, then there is no harm in taking time out of your day to work out and train,” y/n spoke. “but the most important thing is to recognize when enough is enough, and when enough becomes too much. you’ve allowed yourself peace and care for the last two weeks, and achieving such a state doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice fighting or training; it just means that you need to be more aware and in tune with yourself as you’re doing it.” tommy nodded.

“don’t overwork yourself, is the summary here,” she said, picking a cobweb off of his shirt. “let yourself do the things you want, but make sure it’s not wearing you down. that’s taking care of yourself.”

“alright,” tommy spoke quietly. “thank you, y/n.”

“of course, kid,” she smiled. “get some sleep, alright? if you have another nightmare you’re free to bother me.” tommy nodded again. “good night, tommy.”

“good night, y/n,” he yawned as she turned to head down to her room. he made sure he heard her door shut before finally heading to his own room.

...

“can you teach me archery?” tommy questioned the next morning at breakfast. it was a question that had bugged him since y/n had first revealed her skills just a few days prior, and since he was going to start training, he figured that might be a good place to start.

“sure,” she chuckled as she scooped some more fruit onto his nearly half-eaten plate of french toast.

“why the laugh?” he questioned through a mouthful of berries.

she shrugged to herself. “your curiosity is showing.”

“i’ve been wondering about it since you took out the mob,” tommy admitted. “if i want to get stronger.. i think this is a good way to.”

“perfecting a skill is the perfect way to get stronger,” y/n voiced. “of course i’ll teach you, kid.” she smiled and he turned back to his breakfast with his own grin. “finish up your food and meet me in the basement; we gotta get you a bow first.”

tommy hadn’t been in the basement of the house yet. he opened the heavy, dusty trapdoor and assumed y/n didn’t go down their often either. he slid down the ladder easily and was immediately hit with heat.

y/n had a welding station upstairs in her shop area, but the basement had a more broad and intense version of that area. several anvils, all cracked and rusted and adorned with different materials were scattered in a sort of pattern amongst the space, a fire burning high in a fireplace at the far side of the room. seeing no sign of y/n, tommy moved to the room to his left.

the next room held a large nether portal, as well as a small farm for netherwart. the dark room felt empty to him, and he had to remind himself that he was in fact in y/n’s house still. he remembered she had said that she didn’t like going to the nether.

“i’m in here, tommy!” she called out. he took another left into a small storage room, where y/n was rustling through a chest. “how tall are you, kid?”

“6’1”,” he answered.

y/n smiled. “you’re a lot taller than i’ll ever be.” she took out a pretty oak bow, slightly scratched and obviously old. “you’ll have to use this for now, until i can make you one that’s your size.” he took the bow from her hands, shrugging.

“it’s fine.”

“good,” she hummed, still shuffling through the chest as tommy took the time to look around the small room.

“what’re the dispensers for?” tommy asked, staring at the wall that held the three stone tools.

“im nothing if not prepared, tommy,” y/n spoke as she took out a quiver and began to fill it with arrows for him. “in case of emergency, those dispensers will set off flares to let others know that im in trouble or that neutral is in danger.”

tommy nodded, still looking at the obviously unused dispensers. “smart.”

“i hope so,” she sighed, handing him the quiver of arrows. he strapped it around himself as she continued, “let’s just hope i never have to use them, yeah?”

“yeah,” he chuckled. she gave him a smile, hoisting her bow higher in her grip.

“you ready to shoot some things?”

...

“relax your shoulders,” y/n reminded. tommy did so, his fingers still white with effort against the taut string of the bow. “don’t pull so hard, tommy. you’re shaking.” he sighed as he let the string and arrow go limp, lowering his bow as y/n approached him closer.

it was his second day of archery training, and he was still missing nearly every target. y/n was a calm and collected teacher, offering him advice that was pointed directly for him and reassured him that there was no rush in the learning process. but after missing fifteen or so shots in a row, tommy was getting frustrated.

and it didn’t help with sapnap and george staring at him through the kitchen windows.

“doin’ great, kid,” sapnap encouraged weakly, taking a drink of the lemonade y/n had lovingly prepared for the boys. just watching the older man sip made tommy’s mouth dry, but he was determined to make five shots in a row before taking a break.

tommy glared at the man before turning his gaze back to his mentor. “ignore him, tommy,” y/n spoke gently. “nick couldn’t hit a target if it was three paces away.”

“that’s a lie!”

“im kidding,” y/n laughed, placing a hand on tommy’s shoulder and turning him away from the distraction that was sapnap. “but seriously, there’s almost always going to be someone watching when you shoot. the more you can tune them out, the better. just focus on your aim--and make sure your grip is looser. you’re gonna snap that string in no time otherwise.”

“loose grip, focus on aim,” tommy breathed and she patted his shoulder as he turned back to the target ahead of him. he hoisted the bow up slowly and pulled the string back just enough that it wasn’t fully taut. he made sure his aim was a little higher than his target, and released the whizzing arrow. the arrow pierced just outside of the center ring.

“perfect,” y/n smiled. “now, do it again.” and he did, taking another deep breath and allowing himself to focus in on the feel of the rough wood on his fingertips, and the tight string he was pulling. the arrow hit just beside his last. she nodded encouragingly. “keep going.”

tommy could feel his heart start to thump in his chest from the excitement of his accurate aim. he took another calming breath and watched as the arrow lodged closer to the center.

“great aim,” she complimented and he grinned as he pulled another one back, trying to contain his shaking as he aimed. the arrow shot lower than his previous, but on the target nonetheless. “still a good shot. one more?”

“yeah,” tommy nodded, licking his dry lips as he retrieved another arrow from his quiver. heart still thumping with utter excitement and pride at y/n complimentary words, he quickly released the arrow and his smile dropped as the arrow lodged into the ground before the target.

“hey, that’s fine!” y/n assured as tommy groaned and dropped his head. “four in a row is an amazing improvement, tommy. you should take a break and reward yourself.”

tommy sighed, looking to the shameful arrow. “yeah. alright.” he dropped the bow to the ground along with his quiver. he looked to his slightly splintered fingers. “im gonna go.. wash up.”

“alright,” y/n smiled as tommy scampered away. she entered into the open kitchen, smiling at her guests. “you boys doing alright?”

they nodded. “when did you take up parenting, y/n?” george giggled. she rolled her eyes as she went to pour her and tommy their own glasses of lemonade. “no, seriously! you care for that kid a lot, it-it’s not a bad thing!”

she sighed, leaning against her counter as she sipped at her lemonade. “i know you two haven’t always agreed with him in the past, but i think tommy’s a good kid. i like his ethic, and i think he has a lot of potential. but that being said..” she shook her head. “he’s so young.” the boys nodded. “he’s been thrown into such a life of chaos and destruction, and im not saying he’s at all innocent, but.. i think it’s good for him to learn that there’s more to this world than just war and enemies. there’s...”

“neutral,” sapnap finished for her. she let out a laugh.

“yeah, neutral,” she agreed, tapping her fingers against her cold glass. “but, yeah, if teaching him peace and self care is motherly of me..” she shrugged. “then i guess im alright with being a parent.”

“that’s sweet,” sapnap nodded. “i hate it.” the three of them laughed, y/n laying a light slap on the man’s arm before tommy’s voice called out to her.

“y/n! can i have some help?”

“im coming!” she called back, setting down her glass of lemonade.

“go help your poor son,” george teased, resting his head in his hand as he gazed at y/n amusedly. she rolled her eyes.

“behave, you two,” she laughed before leaving the kitchen.

there was a moment of silence before george spoke, “i do think it’s quite sweet how y/n’s taken tommy in. i think it’s good for both of them.”

“you say that now,” sapnap sighed, leaning back in his chair. “but just wait until tommy’s back to feeling 100% and y/n’s going around saying “pog” all the time.”

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We’ve heard Jiang Fengmian as WWX’s bio father, now it’s time for Lan Qiren as secretly his father. (Please no Wangxian for this one!)

ao3

“You want me to what,” Lan Qiren said.

“Be the father of my child,” Cangse Sanren said. Simply and straightforwardly, as if that were just a thing people said.

Casually.

To their friends.

To their – as far as he knew – platonic friends!

“You’re married,” he stressed.

“Yes, Qiren-xiong, I’m aware,” Cangse Sanren said, her eyes bright with mirth. “I was even there through some of the festivities. Though not all, of course, since the bride gets sent away far too early at these things, and of course then there was all the liquor –”

“Cangse Sanren,” Lan Qiren said through gritted teeth, wishing not for the first time that his friend had an actual name rather than merely a title – something he could use or not use to emphasize his feelings on the subject.

She laughed at him, because of course she did.

“Let me explain,” she said, probably because she sensed that he was considering stabbing her if she didn't. “Lao Wei and I –”

“Aren’t you older than he is?” Lan Qiren asked, dubious. “Possibly by several centuries?”

“Humans call their husbands that,” Cangse Sanren said, waving her hands at him. “Don’t bother me with details.”

“…you’re human, right?”

“Of course! This is the fourth time you’ve asked, and the answer hasn’t changed. Why would you ever think otherwise?”

“The way that you continuously refer to – no, I’m not letting you distract me this time. Explain yourself!”

Cangse Sanren giggled into her sleeve. “We want children,” she said. “But he can’t, you see. Wrong parts. So we need someone else to be the sire, and I want it to be you.”

“Why?”

More giggling. “Because I like you. And why not?”

“And Wei Changze agreed to this?” Lan Qiren asked, slightly appalled. He knew Cangse Sanren well enough to assume that the answer had to be yes, and yet still...

“Yes, he did, but you’re welcome to talk with him directly. In fact, I encourage it.”

“Perhaps I will,” Lan Qiren said.

Wei Changze was a pleasant person, even if he and Lan Qiren weren’t direct friends – Lan Qiren was a bit too inflexible and serious, Wei Changze a little too free-spirited and light-hearted, so they’d never entirely bonded, but they were both very fond of Cangse Sanren in all her strangeness, each in their own way, and that was enough of a basis for a decent relationship.

“I’d be honored if you would agree,” Wei Changze said when Lan Qiren asked. “You’re my wife’s favorite person besides me – why not you?”

Lan Qiren could think of many, many reasons why not.

“I don’t want to impact your relationship with her,” he said cautiously, and Wei Changze blinked at him as if to say how would it do that? “If jealousy were to arise…”

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” Wei Changze said.

“…you understand that if I agree to your proposal, I would be sleeping with your wife.”

“Oh yes,” Wei Changze said. “Several times, I hope. We've got to make sure it takes, after all. On that note, can I watch?”

Lan Qiren was a man aware of his dignity. It was beneath his dignity to flail around like a teenager.

He flailed regardless.

“You don’t have to let me if you don’t want to,” Wei Changze said, but he was pouting. “I guess. I just think it’d be hot, that’s all.”

Lan Qiren put his head in his hands.

“You’re bright red,” Wei Changze observed. “Does that mean you’ll do it?”

“I don’t even like Cangse Sanren that way,” Lan Qiren said, voice muffled by his palms. “I mean, I like her, but I don’t – like her. Romantically. At all.”

“And I’m very happy about that,” Wei Changze said soothingly. “As is she, being as she married me and not you. You don’t need to have romantic or even sexual feelings about her, you just need to platonically bang her a few times.”

“…I will do it provided you never refer to it that way ever again.”

“Deal,” Wei Changze said, and grinned, waving his wife in through the door; she bounded in like a lion on the hunt, smelling blood.

“Additionally, we should be clear about what we expect regarding the child,” Lan Qiren said, even though he was already being carted along to the bed by Cangse Sanren’s excessive momentum and Wei Changze’s entirely unnecessary assistance in removing his clothing. “Obviously any child will be yours in every respect, legally and emotionally and otherwise, both of you, but if possible I would still like to see him –”

“Of course,” Cangse Sanren said agreeably, removing his pants. “Whenever you like.”

-

“Something is wrong,” Lan Qiren said firmly.

Yu Ziyuan scowled at him, even as her husband frowned thoughtfully. “Cangse Sanren is a rogue cultivator,” she said acidly. “It is not unusual for rogue cultivators to go a few months without contacting their friends in the cultivation world.”

“We have an agreement that she would come by once every season or else send word. She has not missed a single instance, and yet now she does.”

“Why would she agree to meet so regularly with you? We barely see her once a year, if that,” Yu Ziyuan asked, and Lan Qiren knew her issues with Cangse Sanren were actually issues with Jiang Fengmian, but it still irritated him to be used as a pawn in their troubled marriage.

“If you do not intend to help me search, then just say so,” he said heavily. “I fear that something has happened to her, and I intend to find her; I would like your help, but will proceed without it if need be. If all is well and she just decided not to come, and also not to send word or any other sign, then I will apologize for the inconvenience and repay you any monies expended. But if not…”

“I will help,” Jiang Fengmian said, and Yu Ziyuan looked on the verge of exploding.

“I’ll leave you to sort that out,” Lan Qiren said, shaking out his sleeves and leaving at once. As per their agreement, Cangse Sanren brought Wei Ying to the Cloud Recesses once every season or else sent word explaining her absence – the lack of any word this time was deeply troubling. After all, in the end, despite Cangse Sanren’s relatively humble goals and low-key life, there was always that doom said to be associated with those who left the immortal mountain…

He worried.

He’d planned to tell Cangse Sanren about He Kexin’s death during her present visit, had hoped that Wei Ying’s presence might help lift Lan Zhan’s mood after the loss of his mother and give him some comfort – Wei Ying was Lan Zhan’s favorite person in all the world, bar none, and he had waited so anxiously, if wordlessly, for him to arrive during the month that they expected Cangse Sanren and her family to come. And yet the days ticked by and he didn’t arrive at all…

Lan Qiren worried.

Still, with Jiang Fengmian’s help, and of course the Nie sect’s – Lao Nie hadn’t hesitated to agree, even though unlike Jiang Fengmian he did not have a personal connection to either Cangse Sanren or Wei Changze and was acting wholly on account of his friendship with Lan Qiren – they would be able to cover a great deal of the cultivation world, especially given that Cangse Sanren disliked both Lanling Jin and Qishan Wen and was unlikely to venture into either of their territories.

They would find her.

He hoped that they would find her.

-

“Well, that was a meeting full of revelations,” Lao Nie said, eyes curved into crescents of mirth. “The only thing that would have made it better is if you’d ended your sentence with ‘so fuck off’. You know, so that it would’ve been ‘Because he’s my biological son, so fuck off’.”

“It isn’t anyone else’s business,” Lan Qiren said querulously. “I don’t consider him my son – he’s Wei Changze’s son! His surname is Wei for a reason! The exact mechanics of his conception are private-”

“Are they? Too bad, I’d have liked to hear about it.”

“Lao Nie!”

“What? It’d be hot.”

“Wei Changze said the same thing,” Lan Qiren grumbled. “What is wrong with all you people? Anyway, that was not my point; we can discuss your sexual titillation later. My point is that Wei Ying should not have a shadow cast over his parentage – I should not have had to reveal that fact at any point.”

“You had no choice,” Lao Nie said, not without sympathy. “Given that Wei Changze was a former disciple of the Lotus Pier, Jiang Fengmian had the better claim to custody absent that fact. Never mind that you were Cangse Sanren’s close friend, or that they came to visit you more often; never mind that Yu Ziyuan is to this day only barely able to restrain her jealousy and hatred of the pair of them and would be made miserable by the boy’s presence on the Lotus Pier, and possibly make his life miserable in return; never mind that Jiang Fengmian already grossly favors the boy over his own children, a surefire recipe for disaster…you had to say what you said, Qiren. Wei Ying will be better off at the Cloud Recesses.”

“He’ll be a disaster at the Cloud Recesses,” Lan Qiren said, rubbing his temples. “He’s as free-spirited as his parents were. That’s the only hesitation I have…if it weren’t for all the other things you mentioned, Yu Ziyuan’s jealousy and the favoritism and all that, I would think he’d be better off among the Jiang.”

“He will make a very unique Lan,” Lao Nie acknowledged. “But he’ll be an adopted cousin to your nephews, and they’ll grow up as brothers. A-Zhan will be delighted.”

“Yes,” Lan Qiren said, acknowledging the point. At least there was that. “Yes, he will.”

“Maybe I’ll have a talk with Jiang Fengmian,” Lao Nie said, more to himself than Lan Qiren. “That poor Jiang boy, no one deserves to grow up with a real-life person being ‘another person’s child’. Perhaps I’ll see about inviting the boy over to the Unclean Realm more often. A-Sang could use a playmate…”

-

“You’re weird for a Lan,” Jiang Cheng said.

“That’s because I’m not a Lan,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “I’m a Wei! Lan Zhan’s a Lan, Xichen-da-ge is a Lan, but I’m not. Don’t let the white robes mislead you.”

Jiang Cheng coughed. “That’s not – what I meant.”

Wei Wuxian blinked at him.

“Well,” Jiang Cheng said, abruptly looking extremely awkward. “Your father’s a Lan, isn’t he? Teacher Lan.”

“Oh, that! No, he’s not. Easy mistake to make,” Wei Wuxian assured him. “Lots of people think that, what with me knowing the Lan sect rules backwards and forwards and upside down – mostly so that I can haggle my punishments down when I break them, that's how I learn them best – but actually I’m Wei Changze’s son.”

Jiang Cheng’s face was red. “But…my dad said…”

“He helped,” Wei Wuxian conceded, tapping his nose meaningfully. “That’s why I’m so pretty! But Wei Changze was the one that wanted me, Wei Changze’s the one who gave me his surname; it’s his grave I sweep during Qingming. If you like, you can think of me as having been adopted into the Wei family; that’s common enough, isn’t it?”

“I guess so,” Jiang Cheng said, blinking. And then he said, sounding doubtful, “Do you really know all those rules?”

“All of them! You have no idea how much trouble you can make with a good set of rules.” Wei Wuxian grinned. “Want to see?”

“I – can we?”

“No,” Nie Mingjue said, stepping into the room. He looked tired, as always, but Wei Wuxian thought that there was never a time when he didn’t, certainly ever since he became sect leader too early. Lan Xichen was always worrying about him, and Lan Qiren, too, and since they were worried, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had figured they might as well get in on the action. “Not in the Unclean Realm you can’t. Save it for the Lotus Pier, since the Cloud Recesses are too wise to you now.”

“No one is truly wise to my wicked ways,” Wei Wuxian boasted, and Nie Huaisang poked his head out from behind Nie Mingjue’s back and waved – he’d been dragged away to saber training, leaving Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng to try to make friends without him. Without Lan Wangji, too, which was even more unfair; how was Wei Wuxian supposed to represent the gentle snow and wild wind without his other half?

Stupid seclusion. Wei Wuxian was with his uncle in disliking it even when it was necessary.

Though Jiang Cheng was kind of cool…

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“This is,” Lan Qiren informed Cangse Sanren’s memorial tablet, “entirely your fault.”

Despite her son’s newfound demonic cultivation skills – or his taste for revenge: he had taken the burning of the Cloud Recesses very personally, and the attack on the Lotus Pier, and so on his best friend Jiang Cheng, very nearly as badly, and that, somehow, had inspired him in new and even more uncontrolled ways – there was no response from the grave.

And yet, somehow, Lan Qiren suspected that he could hear her laughing at him.

[the-scandalorian]

"the antagonist took you hostage, and i'm a mess, i've been beaten, badly injured trying to get them to release you, i can barely stand and i'm bleeding, but it doesn't matter, you're safe, and you're back in my arms, and i don't care about anything but getting to feel your lips on mine once more" could I request this kiss with Din??

Thank you so much for the prompt!! I hope you like it 💛

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN Reader Rating: M Word Count: 1k Warnings: injury and blood, references to violence, angst, spice, established relationship, ambiguous ending

Din crawled across the uneven forest floor on his hands and knees, his limbs slow and heavy, like every movement took all his effort. His beskar had lost its sheen—it was almost unrecognizable, smeared with blood and dirt and ash. He weaved his way around the fallen troopers—all that was left of the platoon he’d taken out to get to you—and skirted the smoldering remains of the ruined trees that were strewn around them. When he finally reached you, he collapsed with a grunt, falling hard on his side. His chest heaved, his labored breaths shaky in the modulator.

Fear seized your chest, and you reached over with your bound hands, gripping his shoulder to shake him lightly. “Din, are you okay? Stay with me, baby.”

To your great relief, he grunted again and pushed himself up into a seated position, leaning against the same wide boulder that was supporting your back

“I’m-I’m okay,” he said, but his voice was pained and croaky as it scraped through his modulator. “Let’s get these off of you.”

He drew his blade from his boot and took your hands in his gloved ones, carefully severing the ropes lashed around your wrists. Before you even had the chance to stretch, he dropped his blade to the ground beside him, wrapped his arms around your middle, and hauled you up and onto his lap, pulling you sideways across his outstretched legs.

“Whoa,” you said, steadying yourself on his shoulders. You tried to wriggle away from him. “Din, you’re going to hurt yourself even more—”

He ignored your hesitation and clutched you tightly, desperately. He crushed you against his chest, burying his helmet in the crook of your neck. You surrendered and embraced him back for a moment, sighing in relief at the feeling of having him in your arms once more… until you registered the warm wetness of his shirt under your fingers. You gently pulled back, and he reluctantly loosened his iron hold.

“Din, you’re bleeding,” you grazed the soaked fabric covering his side, ducking your head to try to determine the extent of his wound, but he met your hand with his, lacing your fingers together and bringing your intertwined hands to his chest between you. You looked up, concern and confusion in your eyes.

“I’m fine, cyare. Just—”

“No, let me see it,” you insisted, trying to pull your hand back. “We have to stop the bleeding.”

“Wait,” he breathed, clinging to you tighter, “just-just let me...please—”

“Din—”

But you stopped short when he hooked the fingers of his free hand under the lip of his helmet. The pneumatic hiss shocked you into silence.

Ever since the first time he’d revealed his face to you over a year ago, Din never took his helmet off anywhere but the safety of the locked-down Crest. But here he was, in the middle of this charred wasteland of a forest, completely out in the open, sliding his helmet up and off his head. Icy panic slid down your spine as his mouth was uncovered—you felt exposed and vulnerable here; reinforcements could be coming any minute to refresh the squadron he’d decimated.

The fact that Din was willing to take off his helmet here could not be a good sign.

You were losing him.

“Din, wait—”

He ignored you, removing his helmet completely, and the words stuck in your throat when you met his eyes. They were wild and hard, pupils blown wide with adrenaline, all the usual warmth and softness gone. You brought your hands to his cheeks, and his skin was slick and fevered under your palms, his hair mussed and stuck to the sweat beading on his forehead.

You got lost in him for a moment, mesmerized by the chaos painted across his face. The calm, calculating demeanor of The Mandalorian was gone—the Mandalorian who had used every offensive maneuver he possessed... his charges, his flamethrower, his whistling birds, his blaster, his blade, his hands… to fight and scrape to save you. That man was ruthless, exacting, composed.

Now, he was just Din: human, flawed, scared.

Yours.

His eyes flicked down to your mouth, and you leaned toward each other at the same time, pressing your lips together. You expected it to start slow as your kisses usually did, but Din was impatient—he immediately pushed his tongue past your parted lips, his bold movements betraying his desperation. You responded to him, opening up for him, deepening the kiss until it felt like he was consuming you. It was fevered and urgent; it was needy and demanding, as if Din was taking something from you, extracting solace directly from your body. His hands framed your face to hold you in place, and you gripped his arms, rubbing your thumbs soothingly over the sensitive skin of his inner wrists.

You tried to pull back after a long moment, to say something, but he kept you there, kissing you greedily.

Suddenly, you understood. Despite the vulnerability of your position and the fact that he was losing blood and could barely stand, he needed this right now. After coming so close to losing you, he needed to feel the blood pumping in your veins, the heat of your labored breath, the promise of your soft lips. He needed proof that you were alive and his—safe and whole under his fingertips.

His most critical wound was his ache for you, and nothing else mattered until it was sated.

You continued to indulge his need, moving your lips frantically against his, because now you needed this too. You were fixated on the warmth of his body, strung out on the constant cadence under your fingertips that proved he was still breathing. The pulse you could feel where you gripped his wrists was erratic under the pads of your thumbs. But it was there. Strong. Enduring. Addictive.

Finally, he pulled back to examine your face, both of you panting. His eyes flitted back and forth across your features as he studied you intently.

You caressed his cheek and tried to speak in a reassuring tone, but your voice came out strained, less convincing than you meant it: “Hey, hey, I’m okay—you’re okay—we’re going to be okay, my love.”

“You’re okay,” he repeated.

“I’m okay, I’m safe.”

His eyes landed on yours, and for the first time, he seemed to still. The storm of emotions playing across his features calmed.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

“I love you too, Din.”

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