#[ thank you again!! 💙 i hope i answered this right. and if i understood it wrong-- don't hesitate! ]

[iniziare]

hello, i know we haven't directly interacted yet but i love your character takes thus far dfsfds.

i'm learning abt yelan and so far i love love love her!! i love what you've written about her and your breakdowns. they feel so... right about her to me (if that makes sense). i have a question myself: do you feel yelan has survivor's guilt? and i'm asking on a deeper level than just for those who passed when they got involved in her line of work. i'm extending that towards situations like people getting hurt—or worse—while she's undercover b/c of her.

forgive me if you've already covered it b/c i couldn't find it whilst reading!

I know I'm numerous days late with this, and I apologize for it, but please know that I smiled the first morning that I saw it. I'm truly quite humbled that my takes seem to resonate at least little, because I think that it's one of the greatest compliments that you can give an RPer, because ultimately we seek to present a realistic portrayal of these characters that are dear to us for one reason or another. Yelan was never supposed to be a muse of mine, as I simply pulled for her because of gameplay reasons, and then she kind of sneaked on me, and now I can't imagine my roster without her. I think that she is a brilliant and quite unusual female character, and it makes me sad that the fandom seems to kind of sleep on her, because she touches on an incredibly human reaction to loss (yes, even the dissociation that it seems to create) and loneliness without roping pity into its fold, and a very interesting approach to a breach of the status quo. I wish that the fandom would see that while Yelan plays into the trope of 'femme fatale', it is not the usual modern-type that they seem to like to push narrative-wise, nor is she fully reminiscent of the original 1940/50s trope, the roots lay in it, but she more so deviates in terms of motivations. If you keep that in mind, and you look into her, your entire perspective of her will change, and things may click differently— I apologize, I always end up rambling, I'm sorry! But I wanted to say thank you for the compliment, and it thrills me that she's growing on you as she had! She truly is an amazing character, so any attention that she gets makes me happy. Now, as for your question, which no, I haven't quite covered yet! So I'm happy to get to it:

Yes, she does. And though you note that you're not referencing her past and those she's lost, it is paramount to keep it in mind when looking at her future as she moves forward; because there's a difference to those who speak of disaster scenarios in hypotheticals, and those who have seen it happen with their own eyes. Now, I assume that you mean people who would be considered innocent bystanders, and even informants? People who have no direct involvement in what she does? (Correct me if wrong!) It would be immense, of course. And it's because those are the people she aims to protect. Let me quote a part of her 4th character story for this:

The results of such work please her greatly, and day after day, she perfects the lists, as crows embellishing their nests with shining trinkets. That said, while both are equally obsessed with collecting, Yelan must sweat and even bleed to secure what she is after, while crows need only flap their wings to achieve their aim. Fortunately, this does not bother her at all, for she believes that the intelligence is worth whatever cost she is going to pay. One day, the information will come in handy — Liyue will never plunge into disaster without any clue of the danger like it once did 500 years ago. She will see to it that Liyue is not caught unprepared.

While some may argue that Yelan has her own personal motivations to heading into the Chasm, yes, she does— it was the fate of her ancestors, but no one is ever fully selfless— and she is no different. But ultimately, Yelan ventures into the Chasm so that no one else has to, because the last time people did, they did die (I know, I'm touching on her old losses, but bear with me here). But those were people who did actively make the decision to work for her, they were aware of potential consequences. But look at the mark that it left on her (and you can see a reaction manifest from it best versus Xiao in Perilous Trail and then this pivotal moment when she reaches out to him), and how firm and strict she can be, and how excruciatingly meticulous that she is in looking at problems from all angles, so that the chance that anything can go wrong is minimal. Yelan is intense in this, exceedingly so, to a point where Ningguang notes in Yelan's vision story: According to Ningguang, the Vision carries a message: "From today onward, leave all matters to the extraordinary Yelan." Where it becomes clear that (since this is a hydro vision, and those, especially since Fontaine, seem intricately tied to devotion and self-sacrifice), that she will take on the serious cases herself, such as the patrolling of the Chasm.

Any way, I'm getting slightly off-topic, but it's all to state that the repercussions of Yelan's past dictate her future very firmly. But all in all, there are differences between those who choose to follow in Yelan's footsteps or walk with her, and if she loses those— the weight is a significant one to bear, so imagine the injury to those who have no involvement in what she's doing, imagine the emotional burden to bear if the unimaginable (though all too imaginable to her) were to happen to those that she literally aims to protect, those that are part of the Liyue that is her home, and what she wants to see stay safe, and never torn asunder like it once was. Imagine if her own investigations caused strife for anyone, I think that she would be caught between— 'I'm unsure whether I'm still fit for this', because to her it means that she would have overlooked something, or... overcompensating by doing too much to try and set it right. But both options, inherently, come with a deep (survivor's) guilt.

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

FINALLY I got a lil time to sit down and relax so I got to finally advance on Blue Beetle issues (just a bit but whatever it's okay)!! 💙

So, my thoughts on issues from 5 and 6!!! Spoilers below the cut!! <3

+ WHAT the actual fuck (who is park perv?) also not the JL searching for Jaime NOW like he's right he's right and he owes y'all no shit mfs

+ "I'm glad you're back. But they were there for me when you were gone." SHUT UP SHUT UP 😭😭 (this line goes hard)

+ "I just hear voices in my head" Jaime, you and everyone else ✋😔

+ WHAT???? WHAT!!! NO??? NOO!! (Brenda reaction was MY reaction too)

Istg NO partners please LET!! THEM!! BE!! FRIENDS!! 😭😭

+ ALSO HI BRENDAAAA 💓💞💖💗💕💘 (I'm in love with her thanks <3)

+ lmaoooo probably it's because I read too fast and I should pay more attention specially if I'm reading in English BUT

I understood what this cheap ass Polyphemus guy says as "he who deserves evil" and I was like "yeah 👍" before I had to return to read it again to try and understand what was happing 'cause like 🧍 and then I was like "oh sure"

(this is the part I'm talking about 👇)

Also what samaritan, hateman? (I don't know his name I don't wanna learn it just someone kill him already😭😭)

+ NOT COOL BACK OFF OF BONITA'S BABY BACK OFF also LA DAMA COLLECTION?? (Bonita's baby has to survive pleaseplease (and preferably grow up with her parents <3))

+ I mean, if I were Jaime I would've thought the same

+ Jaime not knowing shit represents me while reading this and also what the fuck people appearing on his life and expecting him to just Idk do sum?? But he's just 🧍🪲💙 ??

+ SHITSHITSHIT

+ La Dama I'm going to fistfight you with the power of lesbianism and then just propose to your niece

+ "not all cops are corrupt" "that's sweet" lmaooooo you tell him Cinetico

+ THEY TOOK THE BABY AHFOWVEIEBKF (the baby also has the name of my mother 😭) plus the transition from Bonita literally stomping on our bug guy while Brenda says "everybody likes Jaime" is WILD.

+ MAN THIS PANEL IS SICK SO FREAKING COOL

(also yeahhh go bug guy <3)

+ "there is no sin in slaying a monster" alright everyone in line let's crush his skull (also I wanna beat the hateman too <3)

+ Bro baby Alina being thrown around like she's a fucking rugby ball 😭👍

+ That— that's no good right? "you're safe from the blue monster" lmaooo and who the fuck you think you are? Someone better? Yeah uh no

+ Apparently he has a 'Peacemaker' tattoo okayyy guess he is peacemaker then or...?

+ HE STILL SUCKS AT FIGHTING!!! (Lmaooo I love you Jaime 🫶)

+ What is cheap Polyphemus even saying? Go back to your shithole already

+ I LOVE that we cannot see what Khaji is saying but guess it when Jaime answers him it's kinda cool like if we were someone around him and he just 🧍

So my summary of this scene:

Khaji: DON'T YOU WANNA GO APESHIT??!!

Jaime: No— NO

Khaji: Well, I don't give a fuck loser guy :b

+ "HE'S THE BLUE BEETLE CHICO" !!!! LET'S FUCKING GOOOO !!!!

+ So what why are they fighting prisoners? I don't get this, those are prisoners right? I mean

+ PACO RUN AVDOWBFOEBJ

+ Peacemaker guy appeared I hope he saves Paco(?) also is baby Alina safe???? Can they return her to her parents please😭😭

+ (1) GO JAIME GO!! (Don't tell his mom lmaooo) (2) oh that guy runs the place? (3) OH FUCK

+ WHAT 😭😭😭😭 ALL OF THIS FOR HER TO STAY???? I mean she didn't ask them for but 🧍

+ AVDIWBDKENJS not Alina's dad signing Jaime up as El Paso superhero

HE!! HAS!! FINALS!! (Don't remind me of school I still got a week of holidays bug guy😭)

+ Okay La Dama knows her shit I'll give that to her it kinda feels good to see a competent person connect the dots of "secret" identities

+ "Accidents happen" yeah well I'm glad then

+ "Jaime wouldn't" THE SCARAB WOULD?? BLUE BEETLE WOULD?? OH MY GODSS LET'S GOOO!!!

*Note: Even if understand just a bit more than Jaime does at the moment this comics are super cool LIKE AVDUWNJEK I love this so much <3

[imagineitdearies-old]

I loved this update. Can finally see it all coming together for them 😭

I love Alicent/aemonds relationship but their codependency is not always healthy. So I’m glad you addresses that.

When rhaenyra immediately stopped raising her voice and went to soothe Alicent when Alicent took the blame 😭.

I need to know how their conversation went so bad.

Do you think in this au with her heirs secure and mated rhaenyra will have to/be pressure to marry again in this au.

I love Helaena in this she’s just chilling trying to steer her family right and constantly rolling her eyes and being exacerbated by them 😂.

Great update ❤️

Yayyy I'm glad it feels hopeful again! The big misunderstandings are over, I swear on my life loool. And part of healing definitely needed to be Aemond recognizing the unhealthy aspects of his relationship with Alicent! And agreed Helaena is Queen even if in this au it's in vibes only loooool.

Haha Rhaenyra has her priorities and they're not fussing over her overreactive younger brother married to bestest bby boy in the world mkay 😂😂 no but in seriousness now that she has a better idea of WHAT Alicent's fears are she feels a lot more responsible to assuage them. Obviously her father's sins aren't her own, but Rhaenyra wants to help undo as much damage as she can, simply because she loves her friend. As for whether she'll have pressure to marry again, that might be a fun little one-shot chapter for my Rhaenicent scenes that I post one day! Thank you for the ask anon 💙💙

But speaking of, since you wanted to know so bad I'll finish by sharing a little clip of the "post Aemond-Rhaenyra confrontation" scene after Rhaenyra runs after Alicent! Teaser warning lol!!

Now, after Alicent stoked the coals, Rhaenyra couldn’t help but ask, “Is it all true, then?”

Alicent looked down as she dusted off her hands, mouth tightening into a thin line. “Is what true, your grace?”

Rhaenyra didn’t answer right away. She waited for Alicent to pour from the water pitcher into the kettle over the livening flames, then replace its stopper. Not until the omega looked around them, at a loss without something to do, did she take pity on her. “He never let you deny him,” Rhaenyra answered.

The pinched, stressed lines on Alicent’s face wavered—then collapsed. Her chin quivered as she stared at the pitcher in front of her and whispered, “No–no, he would. At, at times the king—if I truly made it known, then he waited…”

“Until what? You were sleeping? in heat? Too worn down to refuse?” Rhaenyra demanded, watching as the omega grew flushed, tears building up in her eyes. “Do not mince words, my lady. If my father was a monster I would hear it.”

Alicent shook her head as if the idea offended her. “I may appear to have been the perfect, obedient spouse, my queen, but even I rely on the Seven for—for mercy, in my failings. I tried to please him, but at times—”

“His cruelty was not your failing!” Rhaenyra growled, taking a few steps forward.

Alicent shrunk back, the tears spilling down her cheeks. “I could not be like your mother, my queen,” she said around hitched breaths. “He never did more than ask with her, usually never needed to till the end, but I…”

The older Rhaenyra grew, the more she understood how young her mother had been when first married to Viserys. And now her stomach near revolted at confronting how unlikely Aemma had enjoyed a happy marriage with the king like Rhaenyra had perceived.

“If you are expecting perfection from me, eventually I will disappoint you as well,” Alicent continued, voice steadier but more hollow now. “And neither is Aemond perfect—whatever he does, you must understand, Viserys was too busy and then too sick to truly teach him—and I could not, I failed to—”

“I expect nothing,” Rhaenyra interrupted, only realizing now that tears had begun to build in her own eyes as she blinked around them. “I…I knew I was not my father’s daughter, but…” Her mind flashed to Alicent, so stiff and so silent after the wedding. For months, Rhaenyra saw the changed behavior as further betrayal. Now she could only imagine the horrors the young omega had lived through. “I saw how you changed,” she admitted to herself more than the other woman. “And I told myself you just had no interest in being anything but a queen anymore. I had never imagined—there was no sign—”

“We both had to grow up, Rhaenyra,” Alicent sent her a wavering smile, and Rhaenyra had never so badly wanted to hold her than now. “Learn our places in this world.”

Rhaenyra shook her head and reached out. She released a shaky breath when Alicent reached back, allowing the alpha to cradle her hand between both of hers. “Your place was never at his side,” she swore.

[everybodyshusband]

Ok so I'm not really back to normal but I'm gonna ignore my tummy for a couple minutes in favour of talking to you because I've been dying to send another ask after your wonderful responses!!!

I'll send it in sort of bullet points bc idek if anything I'm saying is even coherent and this might be easier for you to understand? (Or it might not, I'm sorry) In my brain everything makes sense but then sometimes when I say it out loud or write it it's like "what the hell is she saying rn?" So here I go:

- that bit you wrote about swiss and Copia with the soap and swiss stops swearing even when not regressed... oh, it has my heart... Poor baby, I hope Copia makes it up to him with lots of cuddles! I can imagine them laying in bed, Swiss with his head on Copia's chest, as Copia kisses his forehead/hair/nose/whatever he can reach, and promises it's never going to happen again over and over until swiss believes him and eventually falls asleep... (He even drools a little in his sleep, but don't tell him shhhh)

- I understood what you meant about the part I thought I didn't understand in the rain fic! Ugh every time I read that fic I just wanna give him the biggest hug my poor baby... Their dynamic in that fic is so "it's rotten work" 'not to me, not if it's you' I'm screaming and sobbing about it 😭🥹😍

- I will literally always enable you to ramble about any of your fics! Anything! I'm interested!!! I promise!!!! Anything you want to bring up??? Guess what!? I'm all ears!!! Always!!

-not gonna lie I felt pretty shitty all day bc of my tummy (and still do) but your super sweet responses and thinking about sending you an ask kept me a bit motivated (and distracted from the fact that tomorrow is Monday and I gotta work 😭) so thank you!

- I wanted to ask if there's a specific fic that's close to your heart or one that you like a bit more or one you wish got more attention? Because I'll get my greedy lil paws all over it in like 2 seconds flat and start discussing it... I think I've read everything you've posted but I wanna hear your thoughts on your own stuff too!! 💓💓💕💗💗💖💖💗

You're probably sleeping rn and you'll probably see this tomorrow so I hope you slept well and the day ahead is good to you! 🩷

ooh, my darling anon, i've been hoarding this and all your other asks for much, much too long, i am so, so sorry !!! please know i love and appreciate each and every one of your kind words, even if it takes me a very long time to respond 💙

under the cut because of length, haha :'D

i hope that by now your tummy has settled down a bit, i'm sorry this bout of stomach issues seemed to hit you so hard :0 (oh, and don't worry ! your asks always make perfect sense, my friend !!)

don't worry, after the incident, copia makes sure to give soooo much extra love and care to swiss. that ghoul is not escaping those cuddles from copia without plentiful doses of extra love and chaste forehead, cheek and nose kisses, haha !! copia is so very willing to reassure swiss that he's safe and that it won't happen again, you're right (and you're also very right in that swiss drools right onto copia's papal vestments, but not to worry, the stain comes out ...eventually)

ah !! i'm glad it's making more sense now :D i have a chronic case of the "does not write the things in his head into the actual fic" haha !! i agree that rainy deserves all the hugs in the world, it's a very icky headspace for the poor little guy to be in and he deserves so many hugs for doing his best to navigate it. whether or not he accepts the hugs though is another story entirely...

again, i hope your tummy is feeling better by now. or maybe it's been long enough that you've cycled around into another rough patch ? ooh, i hope not. but either way, i'm sending you so many good tummy vibes, hehe <3 (and maybe you'll take solace in the fact that as i'm answering this, tomorrow is a wednesday rather than a monday ?)

ooooh, that's difficult, haha !! the rain fic you mentioned before is the one that's closest to my heart at the moment, i think. but i'm also quite attached to my most recent ficlet with regressed aeon and zephyr because oh my goodness, i love their dynamic and i want to explore it as much as i can, hello ?!? and then on the complete other side of the spectrum i'm very proud of this t4t raindrop filth, haha !! i think because they're all my newest works i haven't had the time to build up an "ew, what was i thinking !??!" response to them, so i'm still feeling very good about these three. and by the looks of it, other people seem to like them as well, which is a nice bonus :)

thank you very much again for your lovely asks, anon 💙 they make me smile and brighten my day every single time i look at them !! i hope life has been treating you well, my dear, and i hope that you have a wonderful day/night depending on where you are in the world 💙

[hexiewrites]

for the fanfic ask game, i'd love to hear how you landed on the very last line of 'make this inn our own' - "Two roads diverged, and he had finally found his way back to the path he was supposed to be on."

i feel like it can be extra tough figuring out the final words, especially in a longer fic! 💙

ooh vio thank you!! and you're TOTALLY right, I struggle a lot on final words and honestly endings in general because I want them to land just right.

prepare for ummm way too long of an answer which involves a deep reading of a robert frost poem, oops? but you caught one of my central themes of the whole fic so of course I'm going to ramble.

spoilers ahead for make this inn our own!

the theme of two roads diverging started for me at the very top of the fic. I was thinking about Steve, and about the fact that this fic at it's whole is kind of my interpretation of what would have happened without him, in seasons three and four. and I couldn't stop thinking about the robert frost poem "the road not taken", which obviously comes up throughout the fic.

the first time we hear steve reference it is in chapter five (aptly named "two roads diverged"), after spending the day with dustin, with this passage:

He was having that feeling again. Not quite deja vu, but… the feeling that his life had diverged, two roads, and he’d taken the safe one. The brightly lit, clear path. The life his dad had wanted for him. The obvious choice. But the other road—dark, less well trod—he felt the ache of it, the regret of not taking it. Something in his brain screamed that there was a poem just like it, two roads in a yellow wood, but he had never had the brain for poetry and he couldn’t remember it if he tried. Two roads and Steve picked the easy one, the safe path, pavement and nepotism. But here, in Hawkins, looking down that other road… He wondered, and not for the first time, if he’d ever not regret his decision.

Steve doesn't really remember the poem well, but he knows he's heard it (likely in school), and he thinks it fits his situation. of course, we as the reader know he didn't really have the choice in the way he thinks he did, but for steve it's the moment when he realizes like, oh shit. I could have stayed, I could have been part of the party, maybe I could have helped.

the sentiment comes up again in chapter seven ("the letters"):

Maybe if Steve had come around more. Maybe if he hadn’t— Steve broke, truly that time, letting the sobs pull him under and away. Finally, for the first time in his life, he let them come, hard and painful, as he cried for the life he could have had. Two roads diverged, and he had chosen wrong.

Steve is sitting at the point where he realizes why the path was chosen for him, why Richard made him leave Hawkins and his life behind, and in this moment he knows for sure that the other path would have been better for him (again, us as the readers remember what actually happened in season four, so in my mind steve really dodged a bullet here, but...).

we see the poem come up again in chapter thirteen, with the letter Otis leaves to Steve:

And: I can only hope that one day you’ll know a love as strong as mine and Tony’s. One day you’ll step back and look at what you have in the world, your family, your belongings, the path of your life, and you’ll see a choice to take. And I can only hope that when you’re faced with that choice, you make the decision that is the most right for you. One of my favourite poets, Robert Frost, has a very famous poem. It ends as such: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I— I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference. I see this poem, Steve, as a map for life. When you are one day faced with this choice, when you’re staring ahead at yourself and you can see one path, a path that is perhaps easier, and may please more people, and may make life run smooth and sure, and a second path that is less well trod, less well understood, but that you think may lead to your happiness? My recommendation, and you may take it with a grain of salt, is to make your own path through the wood. Dark and scary it may seem, but if you are with the ones you love, the ones who truly love you back, you will never regret it for a second.

And this does a few things for us, at this point in the fic. First of all it's another point of connection between Otis and Steve. Another reminder of how similar they are as men, and a way for Steve to see yet again that he has this connection to his family he never thought possible. Otis is a sap at heart (we already know of his love for Oscar Wilde) and I can see him reading this poem and feeling it ring true in his own life. He took the safer road, of Margite, and likely spent many years wondering if he had chosen right, or should have taken the more difficult path.

It's also another way for us as the readers to get a sense of what Steve is thinking through someone else's eyes. Otis tells Steve not that he should take the safe easy path, or the hard one either, but to make his own path through the woods. To be his own man, and not allow the pressure of the external world influence how he decides to live his like.

But ultimately, the thing I love about this poem is (and I suspect Otis would have known this too): it was written as a joke. Frost says it right in the poem that actually the roads are basically worn down about the same - neither is "less traveled" in a way that makes a meaningful difference: "Though as for that the passing there / Had worn them really about the same".

And that's because choice, here and in much of life, is both an illusion and an impulse. Steve had no choice on the road he took, for those first few years. He says it himself - he was 18 with no money, no house, no support (that he knew of), what was he supposed to do? And yet still he stands looking back on his life and wonders if he could have done things differently. But the reality is: even if he had been free to make the choice, how can any of us know if we've made the right one? For Frost, his traveler chose 'right', "and that has made all the difference". But the reality is, either road, either choice, would hopefully have led to a good life. I could have skipped a party at 18 and I would be an entirely different person today, but not a lesser one, or a worse one. But where I sit now, I made the right "choice", even though the choices we make are never long enough to see their results.

But ultimately, at the story end and the line you chose, we reach an end:

Two roads diverged, and he had finally found his way back to the path he was supposed to be on.

Steve has gone from wondering, to doubting, to knowing where he's meant to be. The roads had diverged, but Steve no longer laments that he has "chosen wrong". Because if he had stayed on the first road (the road of the show, perhaps), he may not be where he is in this moment, with Chrissy and Ness and Eddie at his side. But instead, he followed Otis's advice, and carved his own way through the forest, and here has landed exactly where he was supposed to be: home.

Thank you for letting me ramble! I loved getting to do this deep dive.

[shadowofchwe]

so it goes... | vernon chwe

Your honeymoon turns into an impromptu road trip after running off with your best friend the day of your wedding. Your feelings have certainly changed since the surprise turn of events, but you worry that Vernon's have too and formulate a plan to get some answers.

🌑 Pairing: bestfriend!vernon (getawaycar!vernon) x runawaybride!reader

🌑 Word Count: 5.4k

🌑 Rating: 18+

🌑 Genre: Best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, minor angst

🌑 Warnings: It's angsty at the beginning 🥹, Y/N is feeling insecure about their relationship with Vernon, mention of suggestive content, explicit language, Y/N starts plotting 👀, wet™️ Vernon needs his own warning, explicit sexual content, making out, marking/biting/scratching, angst makes a brief return, Vernon has a major Y/N sensitivity kink 🤩, groping, things go 0-100 real mf quick, hair pulling, dirty talk, rough fingering, multiple orgasms (f receiving), praise, strength kink makes multiple appearances, brief oral (f receiving), mention of face riding and oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (pls be safe), rough sex, wall sex, soft fluffy moments sprinkled throughout

A/N: Decided to do a follow up to getaway car because I just really fell in love when I was writing that couple and wanted to explore their story some more. This can still be read as a standalone though without reading getaway car first. I hope you enjoy if you decide to give it a read and thank you again for all the love and support on my fics 💙

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You were going to kill Vernon. Well, maybe.

Your honeymoon turned runaway impromptu road trip with your best friend was nearly over. Soon enough, the two of you would be going back to reality, and back to face the consequences of running away from your own wedding. And running off with your best friend who’d secretly been in love with you for years.

These past few weeks with Vernon had been great, really. Driving endlessly with no real destination in mind, spending each night in a different town. Just like you’d always talked about back when you were teenagers. Two partners in crime and their getaway car.

It had all been so perfect. Except, you were starting to be convinced that maybe Vernon wasn’t quite as into you as you had both thought prior to your wedding escape.

To be fair, you were still coming into your own feelings. But you could feel them growing stronger with each passing day that you spent with him. You knew you wanted him, wanted this. And you’d thought Vernon had felt the same. Especially since his feelings had had a much longer history than yours did.

Which was why you’d felt so puzzled by the fact that during your time together, the two of you hadn’t gone any further than heavy making out and curious, but tentative, touches.

Vernon had always sparked a warmth inside you. He just made you feel safe and comfortable. At home. But when his lips were on you, his hands roaming your body, the only thing you felt was heat. Hot and blinding and all consuming.

Initially, you’d understood the mutual hesitation to rush into anything too much too soon. But now that you’d spent all this time together, and your feelings were more than mutual, giving into that desire, that craving, just felt natural. It felt right.

Vernon must have felt differently though because he always initiated the deescalating of every physical encounter that you’d had over the last couple of weeks. You’d be lying if you said it hadn’t made you absolutely melt inside every time that he had opted instead to just hold you in his arms. You’d found that you just loved being close to him.

But there was also a part of you that was absolutely burning for him. So bad you almost couldn’t stand it. You wanted him. Wanted to know him inside and out. Learn his sounds of pleasure. His expressions of ecstasy. You wanted to be on your knees for him. Ready, willing, and at his mercy.

Part of you was terrified that maybe now that he’d had what he’d wanted all those years, you hadn’t lived up to expectations and he’d changed his mind about you. Maybe he just didn’t want you the same way you wanted him. Not anymore…

Your heart sank slightly as you stared down at your open suitcase. Your mind had drifted while you’d been packing. Vernon had gone out to make sure his car was ready to drive back home tomorrow. Leaving you alone in the hotel room with your racing thoughts and a bag of half worn clothes.

You laughed drily as your hand smoothed over all the lingerie gifted to you at your bridal shower. With how fast everything had happened the day of the wedding, you really hadn’t had time to repack before Vernon swung you by your place to grab your bag on the way out of town.

You recalled seeing his cheeks flush briefly when one of the garments had slipped out onto the floor in front of him. You still hadn’t been able to figure out if the reaction was because of the lingerie itself or because it was your lingerie. It wasn’t like he had given you any kind of indication that he would want to see you in it.

He’d seemed so confident and sure when he’d grabbed you and kissed you the day of your wedding. For fucks sake, the two of you had literally fallen out through the window and onto the grass with how desperate you’d been to get closer to each other. You could still picture his cute, little, surprised face poking out from underneath all the layers of your massive wedding dress. Even then, seeing him underneath you had made you feel some type of way.

Your mind was exhausted. It felt like you had been going round and round about this for hours at this point. It was your last night together, and you really didn’t want it to be ruined by the fears and overthinking plaguing you. You stopped to think for a moment. Really think.

Vernon had gotten extremely flustered right before the first time he’d kissed you, and even a few more times since then. He had always had somewhat shy tendencies ever since you were kids. Maybe he was lacking the confidence to initiate taking things any further. Maybe the initiating would have to be up to you…

You lifted up one of the black lacy garments that was still clutched in your hand, an idea quickly forming inside your head. After all, you still had one more night.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, leg bouncing anxiously as you waited for the sound of Vernon turning the handle to signal his return. You were so worked up with nerves, that when the door did finally open, you jumped and your phone slipped from your hands and went clattering to the floor.

“Shit, sorry!” Vernon exclaimed as he made his way farther into the room, “Did I scare you?”

“S-Sorry. I think I was just a little spaced out.” you quickly replied before reaching down to retrieve your phone.

Vernon took a seat beside you on the bed, his knee lightly brushing against your own. You saw the worry swimming in his big, brown eyes when he turned to look at you, “Hey, did something happen?”

You shook your head, trying to make an effort to calm yourself. You felt Vernon’s hand on your cheek a moment later, gently cradling the side of your face.

“I’ve known you pretty much my whole life, and I know when something’s wrong. What’s the matter?” he pressed softly, thumb stroking across your skin.

“Nothing, it’s just…” you trailed off, your words escaping you.

Vernon’s eyes searched your face, a small frown pulling at his lips.

“Just what?”

Your next words came out in a rush, catching him off guard.

“Can we get dressed up and go out to dinner tonight?”

The cutest puzzled expression took over Vernon’s features, and he let out a nervous laugh.

“That’s what had you so worked up? Asking me if we can go to dinner?”

You smiled sheepishly, “Can we? Since it’s our last night together like this.”

Vernon closed the space between you to press a kiss to your forehead, and your skin warmed under his mouth.

“Sure. I would love to take you out to dinner, on a proper date.”

You felt the stupidest grin take over your face at his words.

“That sounds perfect. Why don’t you shower and get ready, and I’ll get dressed, and then we can go?” you suggested before pecking his lips.

It happened so fast that you were convinced you might have just imagined it. But for a split second you had felt Vernon’s hand on the back of your neck, snaking into your hair and trying to pull you closer. He retreated just as quickly though, leaving you feeling extremely confused yet again. You tried your best to shake it off as you watched him grab some clothes and disappear into the bathroom. Besides, you still needed to get ready yourself.

You had just finished tying your black, silk robe around yourself, seated at the foot of the bed with your legs crossed over each other, when Vernon emerged from his shower. Your mind immediately emptied itself at the sight of him standing there, wavy, chestnut locks dripping onto the floor below as he fumbled with the buttons of his black dress shirt. You could literally make out the water droplets scattered across his broad chest.

You were about to start drooling, and you honestly didn’t even care if he ended up catching you gawking at him. It was taking everything in you not to rush him from your spot across the room. When he finally turned to look at you, his hands froze over one of his buttons, and his eyes went wider than you had ever seen them. You giggled, satisfied that you had managed to surprise him, “You okay, Nonie?”

“I, uh, is that, um, is that what you’re wearing to dinner?” he stuttered out, a light blush already starting to creep up his cheeks.

“Actually,” you said, rising to your feet and making a show of undoing the tie holding your robe closed, “I think I’d rather eat in tonight.”

You let the material drop off your shoulders and to the floor, leaving you in the lacy, black lingerie set you had on underneath. You heard a strangled sound escape Vernon, his mouth opening and closing several times, but no words ever actually coming out. The man was literally speechless, and you felt a surge of confidence shoot through you.

You sauntered over to him, his eyes never leaving your figure as they hungrily drank you in. He inhaled sharply when your arms wound around the back of his neck, nails just slightly scratching against his skin. His own hands settled tentatively on your hips, and you could feel the way he was shaking.

You pushed up on your toes to press your lips to his jaw, nipping along his skin as you did so.

“Fuck.” Vernon shuddered out, his fingers just barely starting to dig into your skin.

You smirked against him before increasing the pressure of your mouth, determined to leave more than a few marks. Vernon’s hands spasmed at your sides, and you felt the vibration of his groan as it left his throat, “I swear, you are going to be the death of me.”

You just smiled again, hands leaving his neck to instead begin undoing his shirt.

“I want you, Vernon.” you whispered as your palms smoothed over his bare skin, and he shivered under your touch.

You clutched the sides of his open shirt, finally looking up to meet his eyes. His breathing was still coming out shaky, and there were so many emotions swirling in his dark irises.

"Will you have me?" you asked him, voice soft as you pressed yourself closer to him.

"Y/N, wait, I, we, I don't want you to feel like this is something you have to do for me."

He sounded sad, and your hands were immediately dropping from his shirt as you took a step back from him. You casted your gaze to the floor, shoulders drooping slightly, "Do you… Do you not want me like that?"

"Whoa, hey." Vernon voiced in concern, his hands reaching out and carefully settling on your arms, "What are you talking about?"

"It's just… Every time things start to escalate between us, you pull back. I thought maybe now that you finally had what you thought you wanted that…it wasn't as good as what you'd hoped for. I wasn't as good as what you'd hoped for." you informed him, your voice on the verge of breaking.

"Y/N, look at me, please."

You slowly lifted your head, and all you could think about was how pathetic you must've looked in that moment. His hands slid down your arms, intertwining his fingers with your own.

"I want you to listen to me, okay? You're not what I hoped for. You're better. So much better. I feel like I've been living in a dream these last few weeks. And the reason I haven't let things go any further is because… God, this is embarrassing to say out loud. Because it's you. Because I've wanted this and wanted you for so long, and I'm scared that if I give in to what I want… You just, you have no idea the hold you have on me. The power you have over me. It would be way too easy for me to lose control with you. Please believe me, I've been holding myself back this entire time because I would never, ever, want to put any pressure on you, or make you feel like you were obligated to do something just because of my feelings. But it has nothing to me with me not wanting you, and I need you to know that."

Your eyes threatened to fill with tears as you let his words sink in. This man really loved you. You saw it in his eyes and heard it in his voice. He loved you.

You caught him by surprise for the second time that night. You threw yourself forward and passionately crashed your lips against his own, swallowing the startled sound that tried to leave him. You pulled back just enough to be able to speak, "I want you to listen to me now, okay?"

Vernon just stared back at you, face burning bright red, and nodded.

"I need you to know, you're not the only one with feelings anymore. These past few weeks with you have been so beyond amazing. I've loved every minute we've spent together. And this, us, it's just felt so natural and comfortable. Like this is how it was always supposed to be. Vernon, you have to understand. You're in my head. My heart. You're under my skin. And the way I feel when you touch me, and kiss me…it's unlike anything I've ever felt before."

Vernon groaned, his head tipping back, and you giggled softly.

"Fuck, you are not making this easy right now."

"So stop holding back."

The words sounded so simple leaving your mouth.

Vernon swallowed, and you could see the conflicting emotions warring across his face.

"I'll lose myself in you. I know I will." he said quietly.

"So, then, let's get lost together. I trust you, Vernon. More than anyone. Do you trust me?" you asked gently, squeezing his hands that were still clasped in your own.

"Always." he answered without missing a beat.

You took one of his hands and guided it to lay over your pounding heart.

"You have power over me too, you know."

You led his hand further down your body, and Vernon's breath hitched.

"Feel what you do to me."

You helped slide his hand between your legs, right over your dripping core.

"Fucking shit." he hissed, and you pressed his hand harder against you.

"You said I have power over you." you started, pushing up to graze your teeth against his ear, "Show me."

You heard Vernon growl, and then you were being yanked back by your hair, a gasp escaping you right before his lips descended on your own. He kissed you with a furious hunger, his tongue diving in immediately, eager to taste you.

Your mouth moved against his just as fiercely, only faltering when you felt him starting to rub you over the lace. You sighed out at the stimulation, but it quickly turned to a full on moan as Vernon's lips trailed down your jaw. He used his grip on your hair to jerk your head to the side to give him better access to your neck.

He started to walk you backwards as his mouth seared across your throat, biting and sucking until you were letting out a whimper, "Fuck, Vernon."

His tongue soothed what must've been a freshly blooming mark, and you shivered as your feet continued to carry you across the room. Vernon busied himself adding more color to your neck, and your small, breathy pants filled the room.

Your back finally met the wall, causing Vernon to pull back momentarily. His eyes darkened as they raked over your swollen lips and marked up skin. Well, he had warned you.

His hand retreated from between your legs, his thumb swiping over your tender neck a moment later, making you wince slightly in sensitivity.

"I can't believe you ever thought I wouldn't want you. Angel, you're all I've ever wanted. You're all I think about all the time." Vernon rasped out, and a fresh wave of heat washed over you.

"When I go to sleep. When I wake up. It's always you." he went on, his body pressing further in on you.

His hot breath hit your ear, and you let out a sharp gasp when you suddenly felt him, fully hard, brush against your covered core, "When my hand is wrapped around my cock, you're the only thing on my mind. Your name is the only one I'm crying out. It's all you. Always."

"Please, Vernon," you begged breathlessly, "I wanna get lost with you."

"Anything for you, angel." he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss just below your ear.

He drew back, eyes watching your face intently. His hand left your neck, and he placed it above your head, caging you in between him and the wall. You were trembling with anticipation and need, awaiting whatever came next.

His other hand dropped from your hair and slowly began trailing down your body. He stopped to cup one of your breasts in his large hand, and your body squirmed beneath him in response. His thumb swiped over your covered nipple, and a whine slipped from between your lips.

Vernon's hand traveled lower and lower, until he was once again cupping you over the lace.

"I've thought about this so many times, you know. Thought about what you would look like." he breathed, his eyes growing hazier.

His fingers dipped under the material to meet your folds, and a moan escaped you.

"What kind of sounds you would make." Vernon continued, lust clouding his voice and his features.

At this rate, you were going to come undone before he had really even done anything. Vernon hummed thoughtfully, "Looks like I finally get to find out."

Without any further hesitation, two of his long digits pushed past your walls, and you cried out.

"Fuck, angel, so tight." he hissed as he drew his fingers back out.

Vernon was biting his lip in focus as he watched his fingers disappear inside you again and again. Something about being trapped and literally just having to take everything he was giving you made all of it feel that much more heightened, and had you hurtling towards your release that much faster. Your hands scratched against the wall, trying to find purchase, when a third digit plunged inside you, curling and twisting in all the right ways.

Vernon's thumb passed over your clit, just once, and your nails dug in harder.

"Feel good, angel?" he queried, chuckling slightly.

All you could do was nod your head as you continued writhing against the wall.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?"

You clenched hard around his fingers, and Vernon swore under his breath.

"Vernon...so close…please." you panted out, and then his thumb was attending to your clit as he continued harshly fucking you with his fingers.

The only thing still keeping you standing upright at that point was his body pressing against you, pushing you harder against the wall. You felt his free hand in your hair again, tugging tightly at the strands to keep your head in place and keep you looking at him.

"Keep your eyes on me, angel. Wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart for me." Vernon voiced, his gaze piercing.

"Vernon." you moaned softly, your legs beginning to shake.

"I've got you, angel. You can let go." he coaxed gently as his fingers continuously stroked that spot inside of you.

Every part of you became impossibly tight, and then your release was coating his digits and your thighs as you gave a sudden, sharp cry. Vernon helped you ride it out, his fingers still moving slowly inside of you. You were in a daze when he finally withdrew them and just let them rest against your thigh.

"You know, all the times I thought about this, fantasizing, dreaming. They didn't come anywhere close to how unbelievably hot the real thing was."

You giggled tiredly, "Really?"

Vernon leaned forward to kiss your nose, your face scrunching up in response.

"Yes, really. That was honestly incredible. You were incredible.”

You flushed at his praise, and his hand released your hair to cup your cheek instead.

“You were incredible too. I don’t think anyone has ever made me come that fast before.” you admitted, your face burning as the words left your mouth.

“Fuck, please, angel. I’m literally holding onto my last shred of self control here.” Vernon groaned, his fingers digging in and gripping your thigh.

“No more holding back on me, okay? I want it, and I can handle it.” you said firmly, and since he was still pressed against you, you felt the way his cock twitched, even through his dress pants.

“God, I hope this set wasn’t your favorite.” he remarked, and you gave a confused laugh.

“What?”

Vernon just gave you a knowing look before lowering himself on his knees in front of you. Oh fuck. You were trying to figure out how you were going to keep yourself from sliding down the wall, when he dragged his tongue along the inside of one of your thighs, cleaning your release and making you squeal. He did the same to the other side, and your skin seared underneath his tongue.

The sensation was so distracting that you barely registered his hands gripping either side of the lace still covering you. Not until you screamed in surprise when he ripped the material with what seemed like way too minimal effort. The image of his muscles flexing beneath his shirt and the sexy look of sheer concentration on his face would definitely be imprinted on your brain for quite some time. Maybe for forever even…

“Need to taste you, angel.” Vernon murmured, giving you no time to prepare before his tongue was dipping between your folds.

“Fuck, Vernon.”

He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and one of your hands shot into his hair as you slumped back against the wall.

“Fuck, you taste even sweeter than anything I ever imagined.” he mused, and you nearly crumpled at the wild look in his eyes and seeing yourself shining all over his pretty lips.

The man already looked drunk off your core, and you didn’t think you could make it through him eating you out without passing out or passing away honestly. Plus, there was something you wanted even more right now.

“Vernon.” you tried, your voice still somewhat shaky.

He paused, letting his mouth hover over your center, “What is it, angel? Oh God, do you not like being gone down on? I guess I just assumed-”

“No, no.” you cut him off, shaking your head and giving him a reassuring smile, “That’s not it at all. Trust me, it’s actually one of my favorite things. Like ever. And the thought of you doing it to me is making me die inside right now. But, there’s just something that I want even more.”

Vernon quirked a curious eyebrow at you, making you laugh.

“Can you just come back up here, please? Before I get too distracted by your mouth.” you pressed, making Vernon chuckle this time before he got back to his feet.

“Okay, okay. But tomorrow morning before we leave, you and I have breakfast plans that include you riding my face.” he insisted, licking you from his lips, and your knees threatened to buckle.

“Only if those breakfast plans include me sucking you off.” you retorted boldly, and Vernon’s eyes practically blew out.

“I’m about to tear what’s left of this thing to shreds.” he growled as his finger slipped under one of the straps of your lingerie.

“Vernon. If you don’t fuck me right now, I am actually going to lose it. You’re not the only one struggling with self control.”

He made some sort of choking sound and you saw his dick jerk in his pants once again.

“Fucking hell, angel. Are you sure? I don’t wanna do too much too soon and end up hurting you.” he said back, voice laced with concern.

You gripped his shirt once more and made him meet your eyes, “Vernon Chwe. I want you to fuck me like we’re on our honeymoon. Until the only thing I can remember is your name and the way you feel inside of me.”

You could almost see that last bit of self control slipping away. You knew it was gone completely, when, as promised, Vernon took hold of the lace still covering your top half and ripped it right down the middle. You were quickly reaching out to push his own shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor below. You only had like a few seconds to marvel at his gorgeous physique before the top of his head was filling your vision as his warm mouth wrapped around one of your exposed nipples.

You moaned freely, hands tangling in his damp hair and pulling at the strands. One of his hands harshly groped your neglected breast, kneading the flesh while his tongue flicked over your perked bud.

“Oh my God, Vernon.” you whined, and he pulled your nipple between his teeth, making your vision go white for a moment.

His mouth was determined and hungry as he trailed his way to your other breast, and you had no doubt your chest would be just as marked up as your neck was. Your nails scratched against his scalp, making Vernon moan against you. He pulled off your other nipple with a pop, a visible string of spit trailing from your bud to his mouth.

His hands went to begin undoing his pants, and you felt your mouth begin to water slightly. He made quick work of sliding down his pants and boxers in one go, his hard cock springing back up against his stomach. You suddenly understood what he had meant about doing too much too soon and accidentally hurting you because he was fucking huge.

"Holy shit, Vernon." you said in awe, and his cheeks went red in response.

"Last time I'll ask, I promise. Are you sure, angel?" he questioned once more as his eyes searched your face for any sign of hesitation.

He wasn't going to find any though because you were sure about what you wanted. And you wanted him.

"I'm positive."

“Okay, then.” he voiced, hands settling on your hips, “Jump.”

You hesitated for a split second, mostly out of fear that you would make him drop you, but then you remembered this was the person you trusted more than anyone else. Your legs left the ground, and Vernon was waiting to catch you and wrap them around his waist. He held you up with surprising ease, and you couldn’t believe you had never noticed until now just how strong he was.

He carefully positioned himself, eyes never leaving yours. He pushed you back up against the wall as he started to slowly inch inside of you. You swore at the stretch, and an apology flashed across his features as he buried himself further. You clawed at his shoulders, tears springing to your eyes as he finally bottomed out.

"Angel, you're crying." Vernon spoke up, and you could see the panic starting to flood his eyes.

You leaned down to kiss him in reassurance, "Keep going. I'm okay, baby, I promise."

You felt him twitch inside you when you let the pet name slip. It had just come out so naturally. Vernon pulled out before pushing back in, a little faster this time, and your body moved up the wall slightly. It took a few more thrusts for you to adjust to him, but then all you could feel was pleasure as it burned through you.

“Taking me so well, angel. Shit, you’re so fucking perfect. You feel like heaven around me.” Vernon praised as he quite literally fucked you into the wall.

His hands were gripping underneath your thighs so hard that you weren’t going to be surprised if you were still able to see his finger imprints on your skin in the morning. You held onto him for dear life, cradling his head against your chest and burying your fingers in his messy locks.

“Vernon, fuck.” you groaned at a particularly harsh thrust, “Feel so good, baby.”

A mix of grunts and pants filled the air as he repeatedly speared you on his cock. It felt like the two of you were going to send the entire wall crashing down from your movements. The only words currently accessible in your vocabulary were his name and various curse words.

Vernon drew back to look at you, a soft moan escaping him.

“Fucking hell, angel. You look so gorgeous, all fucked out like this.”

He was a sight to behold himself. His wavy strands were once again soaked, from sweat this time, and they kept trying to fall over his eyes with each rock of his hips into yours. The muscles in his neck were visibly strained from the exertion of fucking you. His eyes kept fluttering every so often, and you found yourself taking a moment to admire just how long and beautiful his eyelashes were. Everything about him was honestly so beautiful, and you silently cursed yourself for taking so long to see it.

Vernon slowed down his thrusts briefly so that he could grab the back of your head and pull you down to connect your mouths. Your hands scrambled for purchase on his back as the two of you made out messily. At this pace, you were able to feel all of him as he hit so deep inside you that it was starting to make you see stars. You moaned into the kiss, your body beginning to tremble in his hold.

“You feel too fucking good, angel. Gonna be the death of me.” Vernon said in between the two of you lazily chasing each other’s lips.

“Vernon…close, baby.” you sighed out, clenching tight around him.

His next stroke had you feeling like he was reaching the deepest part of you, and you raked your nails down his back as your eyes rolled back. Vernon growled against your mouth, switching his pace so that he was once again pounding you into the wall. He really hadn’t been joking about losing control with you. The man was a total beast, and the way he was fucking you felt absolutely wild. Primal. And you were so fucked out of your mind, that all you could do was take it and babble incoherently.

You felt one of his hands slide around from under your thigh, and dip instead between your legs to rub your neglected clit. You screamed, that last bit of stimulation all you needed to push yourself over the edge. You sobbed into Vernon’s mouth, and he hissed as you came all over his cock.

“Angel, fuck. Such a good girl, soaking my cock. Gonna fill you up so fucking good, I’m almost there.” he grunted out, his thrusts noticeably losing their rhythm.

It was all you could do not to just go slack in his hold as he desperately chased his own high. Vernon chanted your name over and over again, kissing any part of you he could reach. He let out a broken moan, twitching inside of you before you felt stripes of cum painting your walls.

Everything felt so hazy as he carefully set your feet back on the ground before slowly pulling out, making you wince in sensitivity.

“Still glad I didn’t hold back?” he asked teasingly, smoothing some of the hair back from your face.

You gave a tired laugh, “You know, I may not be tomorrow when I can’t walk. But for tonight, it was so fucking worth it.”

Vernon kissed you sweetly, smiling against your lips. Your chest swam with warmth. All the pieces had really just fallen into place for the two of you. Getting caught up in a moment had never felt so good.

[ailendolin]

Thomas Thorne

My favourite! Thank you so much! 💙

One aspect about them I love: That he’s terrible at poetry but actually has a talent for it. It’s no secret that the sunrise scene in episode 3x03 is one of my favourites and the reason I started watching Ghosts, and I love that we got to see this different side of Thomas there, a quiet and reflective one where the words don't come from his brain but from his heart.

One aspect I wish more people understood about them: I’m not sure understood is the right word because I respect different opinions but I do wish people wouldn’t be so hung up on Thomas spying on Alison in the shower. I’m not trying to defend him here (though I’d like to point out that a) he didn’t see anything and b) everyone else was there as well, meaning this was probably part of the plan and Thomas, to no one's suprise, volunteered) but it’s quite telling how this one moment keeps getting brought up while Mary and Kitty’s behaviour, for example, rarely gets criticized - even though Mary’s actually in the shower with Mike, sits next to Alison when she’s on the loo and implies she’s been spying on Mike when he was in the bathroom as well, and Kitty is in Alison’s bed three times in series 1 alone. I totally understand why people find Thomas creepy and off-putting but then you shouldn't give characters like Kitty and Mary a free pass for their creepy behaviour either.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have about this character: He was not loved by his parents. I know I've talked about this before but since I’ve included this headcanon in my next fic (which I hope to start publishing this weekend) I thought I should talk about it again. It always struck me how genuinely upset Thomas sounds when talks about how his mother left him crying as a baby – only to make light of it immediately. He kind of does the same thing when he talks about his death: everything he says is true right up until the point the memory becomes too painful. Then he makes up the, quite frankly, ridiculous kiss. This leads me to believe he might have made up his mother comforting him too, and that there’s more to his line about her hanging his poetry on the wall as well. At first glance it might look like her appreciating and being proud of his work – but what if she never read any of it? What if she only hung up his poems so she could show them off to others? The Thorne's weren't poor but they apparently weren't as rich as the Highams so what if Thomas's work was simply an opportunity for his parents to elevate the family name?

One character I love seeing them interact with: Julian. I find their dynamic really interesting. They can’t seem to stand each other in the beginning of the series and yet there's the toaster scene where Julian clearly realizes Thomas is triggered by the sound but doesn’t use that to his advantage. Instead, he simply says, “Toaster,” to remind Thomas of where and when he is and doesn’t make a big deal out of it even though in any other situation he’d delight in seeing Thomas so flustered. It feels like their animosity mellows into more or less friendly banter over time, especially after the circumstances of Thomas’s death are revealed, and I’d love to see them becoming actual friends.

One character I wish they would interact with/interact with more: Is it cheating if I say Nigel since I chose Thomas when I answered this for Nigel here? Probably. So I’ll go with Fanny, Mary and Humphrey. Fanny because every now and then there’s a small moment between them that I really love (Fanny dancing with him or Thomas acknowledging that she’s changed her mind at the wedding) and I'd love to see more of that. Mary, because her scenes with Thomas have been hilarious and we all need more vegetable love metaphors in our lives. And Humphrey, because I think Thomas could use a level-headed friend like him and should learn that Humphrey’s more than just a pretty face more than just a volleyball / football.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have that involve them and one other character: Thomas stayed with the Plague Ghosts after his death. I’ll leave it at that because it’s a huge part of the plot of my next fic (the same one I mentioned above) so if you want to find out why he would choose to stay with the Plague Ghosts of all people, keep an eye out for the first chapter.

Next up: Robin

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[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x reader - No matter where

Could you possibly do a BAU and Twilight crossover. The readers a wolf and has known Aaron for a while, maybe they were close friends and the reader had to move away. Maybe the team gets a case and haves to visit the wolves and ask them questions. And when the reader sees Hotch again they cant help but run up and hug him cuz its been so long. Hope you a a good day 💙 - Anon💜

Standing in your backyard, you were resting your arms on the fence as you spoke to your neighbour.

“You missed a spot Aaron.”

He rolled his eyes and you beamed brightly at him as he set the rake aside.

“Really?” He smirked.

“Hey, I’m just saying it’s what you get for having a tree.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do then mock me?” He chuckled.

“Nah, it’s fun.”

He laughed and picked up the rake again.

“Where’s Jack today anyways?” You asked, “usually he’s helping you.”

“He’s staying at Henry’s for a bit.”

You hummed and nodded your head before hopping over the fence.

Aaron simply rolled his eyes at you and watched as you walked over to the leaf pile that he had made with a smirk on your face.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” He warned.

You turned around and spread your arms out, falling backwards scattering the leaves everywhere.

“Oh my god.” Aaron mumbled.

You laughed and got up, taking the rake from him you started to clean up the leaves that were scattered all over the place.

“That was fun.” You beamed.

“You are just one big child Huh?”

“What can I say.” You beamed.

The sound of your house phone ringing made you stop, handing the rake back you jumped over the fence once more to answer it.

You heart fell as you listened to your brother on the other side begging you to come back, pleading for your help.

“I’ll be there soon.”

Putting the phone down, you headed to the door and stood there, hands in your pockets as you smiled sadly over the fence as you watched Aaron carry on his work.

You were so happy here, you finally had a life free of vampires, treaty’s, pack rules.

You didn’t want to go back, but hearing Jacobs shaky voice over the phone you had no other choice.

You promised him you’d always be there for him, and you weren’t going to turn your back on him.

Heading over to the fence, you watched Aaron for a few minutes.

You imprint. Your mate. You still hadn’t told him, he knew what you were and that was it. That’s all you told.

“Aaron…?” You called quietly.

“Yes you can get something to eat.” He smiled.

Sighing, you jumped the fence once more and walked in front of him.

He immediately stopped and his smile fell.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered.

“I… have to move…”

“What? Why?”

“My brother needs me…”

Aaron nodded slowly, he understood. He knew how close you were to your brother.

Reaching out, he pulled you in for a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Wolf thing?” He asked.

“Yeah…”

He nodded and gestured to your house.

“Let’s go.”

You smiled, you were thankful for him.

He helped you pack everything and move it into the van.

Now you stood in front of him and Jack with tears in your eyes.

The little boy sniffled and ran over, tightly hugging your legs as he cried.

“You’ll visit right?!” He yelled out.

“Of course I will bud!” You smiled.

Leaning down you ruffled his hair.

“Take care of your dad for me.” You whispered.

“I will!” He whispered back.

He ran away and Aaron walked over, placing a hand on the side of your face.

“It’s gonna be weird without you.” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry Aaron.”

Leaning forward, you kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly.

You didn’t want to pull away, you wanted to stay here forever. You wanted to be by his side and not go, but you didn’t have any other choice.

After a few reluctant moments you pulled away and took a step back.

“I’ll catch you around.”

Giving him one last smile you quickly got into the car and drove away.

The heartache was hard, and even as you got back to the reserve you couldn’t push it away.

The moment you saw Jacob you were tackled into a hug, and you laughed loudly.

“Hey!”

“I’m so glad you’re back, we really need your help.”

“I know, where’s the pack?”

“Sam’s pack is over here.”

You rose a brow and he quickly filled you in on everything. He left sams pack, because Bella had a kid and explained everything that happened.

He needed you help protecting his imprint and her family, and you nodded.

“I’ll help.”

He nodded and phased, and you did the same. Since you technically never left sams back you could hear them, but you could hear jacobs at the same time.

You stayed with you family, and you stood proud with the cullens as the protected the youngest member of the coven.

Once it was over, you spent time with your family, and helping your brother train up the new pack members.

As you were teaching them how to safely phase, a familiar smell hit your nose and you perked up.

In a split second you were running towards the reserve, paws pounding against the dirt as the new members followed after you.

When you broke the clearly you saw a face you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“(Y/N)!” Aaron laughed.

You phased back and ran into his arms, jumping on him. He laughed, and spun you around, his arms tightly wrapped around you.

“So this is the infamous pack.” Derek chuckled.

The younger wolves padded over, and you smiled jumping down from Aaron.

“Welcome to my home!” You beamed.

You were excited to finally show him around the place you grew up, show him about your people and teach him about you guys.

Maybe you can finally tell him how you felt

[ailendolin]

Humphrey for the character ask game, dear

I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply! It was surprisingly hard to come up with some of the answers but I hope you enjoy them. Thank you so much for sending Humphrey for the ask game! 💙

One aspect about them I love:

The comedy aspect of him and his body not getting along. It’s just so well done and there’s nothing better than the scenes where his body stumbles past him and Humphrey gets increasingly frustrated while shouting directions.

One aspect I wish more people understood about them:

I don’t think Humphrey minds being used as a football / volleyball as much as we do on his behalf. He seems happy to just be included – which of course is actually really sad and makes me wish the others would notice and make more of an effort to include him rather than only remember him when it’s convenient for them.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have about this character:

I think Humphrey’s learned to find happiness in the little things in life (or death as it happens to be). He’s no longer upset when the others forget about him but he used to be and it made him blind to what was right in front of him: namely, how often the others actually seek him out when they need help. It’s rarely a conscious decision on their part, granted, but that doesn’t change the fact that they gravitate towards Humphrey when they find themselves in need of advice. And when he gives it, they listen. Humphrey might not often have their undivided attention but in those moments he does and they take his words to heart. And that trust, Humphrey thinks, means a lot more than their forgetfulness.

One character I love seeing them interact with:

Fanny. I loved their talk during the wedding and while I know a lot of people find the thought of a Fanny/Humphrey relationship weird, I was actually a bit disappointed when she reacted so harshly to the idea of loving a whole Humphrey. I mean, it might be for the best in the end but I think Humphrey could have been good for her and vice versa. In any case, I hope we get more scenes between them in the future.

One character I wish they would interact with/interact with more:

The Captain. The Mr Cheese scene is iconic and I want more of that. Humphrey is very good at drawing the Captain out of his shell and it would be nice if in turn Cap made sure all his troops were present and accounted for during clubs – including Humphrey’s Head.

Also Thomas. I’d love to see a scene where Humphrey talks to him about love and maybe opens his eyes about his feelings for Alison. He’d be the perfect person to make him realise love doesn’t have to be romantic to be profound and that he can still find happiness without romance. I don’t know, I’d just love for them to become friends - especially because so far, neither of them really has someone they’re particularly close to.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have that involve them and one other character:

I’d like to think that Sophie learned to care very much for Humphrey over the years of their marriage but found herself unable to show it. She was trapped in a foreign country with a man (or boy in the beginning) who didn’t understand her and whom she could not understand either. All they had was their marriage and the rules and obligations that came with it. That alone would probably be enough for anyone to resent and hate someone on principle, so it's no surprise Sophie acted cold towards Humphrey.

But then she starts learning English in secret and begins to understand him, and she realises he’s just as much a victim of circumstance as she is. But years have past at that point and it’s too late to go back now and start again. Especially with the plot that’s slowly taking shape in her mind. So she continues to play her part, continues to lie to him and use his name to her advantage but every now and then there’s a moment when she wishes she could bridge that gap between them and reach out to Humphrey and tell him she's sorry, not knowing how desperately he wishes to do the same.

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