#also i love all the theories ab what would happen to the earring when she regenerated and then

[downingg2001]

Trembling Fawn; Part 3

Thought I would give a part 3 to Trembling fawn while you guys wait on the blood duel story. Ps. I need name ideas for it. Once again the photo is one of my own from my photography business!

“Dusk and Shadows”.

“Save me Kingslayer”.

“Take me to a place of Dusk and Shadows”.

Elain shot out of bed, panting, and pale. The winds from her open window, whispering to her of forgotten promises made long before her time.

Next to her, the shadowsinger stirred as well, as if sensed her uneasiness but exhaustion coaxed him farther into sleep.

She thanked the goddess for that. Last thing he needed was to worry about her.

It had been almost a year since everything had happened. A year since she had a single vision.. Until tonight. Like the cauldron decided it was punishing her not taking the mate it had generously given her.

She slid out of bed, careful for the bed not to dip and wake, Mother above he needed sleep. Rhysand had been working him relentlessly lately. The Highlord and sensed something coming just as much as elain had back in the garden, when she had confessed her love for him.

She leaned her head against the cold glass and sighed. She wasn't going to lie and say she didn't miss having visions, but her life was definitely easier without them.

They still had no idea why Azriel had been able to walk in her visions with her, and no idea why she could do the same with the shadows. Azriel had his theories but he never could find enough proof to back it up. Shadowsingers were rare, Seer’s even more so. The couple had been working with the priestess and Helion both on any information they could find. It also happened to create opportunities that helped Elain with her spy training.

“You should come back to bed Kingslayer” Azriels voice, soft as velvet night, rang in her ears.

“How long have you been up?” elain turned away from her window and faced her mate. He was leaned up against the headboard, watching her with such worry it made her heart hurt.

“Longer than you have.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” she let out a small laugh, shaking her head.

“No…But I knew you wanted to be alone. To think.”

She walked over to him taking his hand in hers as he pulled her gently down on his lap.

“You had a vision” the raspiness of his voice sent shivers down her spine.

Elain nodded.

“It’s been almost a year since your last one”. She knew Azriel had been beyond worried. She couldn't bring herself to say anything so she just intertwined her fingers with his own, caressing the scars on his hands gently before bringing his hand to her mouth and giving him a small kiss.

She could feel her husband's gaze on her, heated and all knowing.

She smiled into the kiss.

The shadowsinger hissed. “If you're trying to change the subject you're doing a damn good job, my love”.

She met his gaze “Am I? I hadn’t noticed”

“Don’t play Innocent..as much as i adore it, we both know..”

Elain cut him off, her lips crashing into his naturally pouty lips. Azriel moaned in her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair and made their way down her back, pulling her closer to him.

She gasped as he deepened the kiss, letting her cold fingers trace small circles on his abs. Az was naturally warm, she loved it, but he loved it even more, the sensation of her cold skin on him, for some reason it drove him crazy.

“If you don’t stop Lainy..” his voice as barley a whisper

“Stop what? Shadowsinger? '' she let her finger trace his underlip and smirked. “ Are you going to torture me?”

“You Cruel, wicked, creature” He groaned.

Azriel flipped them over and began attacking her neck in love bites and kisses. His hands slowly made their way up her thigh. His shadows began to wrap themselves around the two of them and Az hissed in annoyance.

“Busybodys”.

However he did not tell them to leave. Elain was under the impression that he might actually secretly enjoy the shadows playing along with them and Elain couldn’t help but giggle in delight at the thought. She certainly didn't have any objections to it.

“Not feeling wicked anymore my dear..”

Elain hummed, twirling one of Az’s curls between her fingers

“Your giggling says otherwise” he murmured into her neck continuing his attack on the skin between her ear and collar bone, his fingers sliding in out of the skin between her thighs.

“I’m always in the mood to be wicked with you” she let out a soft plea, her skin turning feverish. “I’m…I’m just delirously happy…you make me happy” she pushed the hair out of his beautiful gold eyes and kissed the side of his face.

That's all it took, Azriel claimed her, over and over again. Whispering promises in her ear of their future, of their family. Sliding in and out till neither one could walk, much more move.

Exhaustion eventually took over and the shadowsinger passed out, but not before promising elain that they would talk in the morning over breakfast …and the punishment that would follow for distracting him.

Elain watched him as he slept, his even breath. She liked this side of him, rare as it was to see him at peace. It had taken him a few months to relax with her.

“Dusk and Shadows” Azriel mumbled.

“Dusk and Shadows?” Elain Repeated, instinctively placing her hand on her flat stomach.

She frowned. Whispering the words again.

She felt it before it happened.

A heart beat

A baby’s cry

A phoenix and a fox

Laughter.

truthteller

Bloodied White wings wrapped in Shadows

Light

A war

Death and Rebirth

A unknown court

Elain gasped. She turned quickly and looked at Azriel’s sleeping form. She would deal with it in the morning. It could wait. To hell with Rhy’s! Azriel needed sleep.

She couldn't help but smile even after what she had just seen. She snuggled closer to her husband. Her hand remaining on her stomach.

They would deal with this together.

Her eyes began to flutter “Dusk and Shadows” she whispered.

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[crybabyalexxx]

The One Where Peter Parker Is A Sub

Sub!Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: The reader finds out that Peter is a sub and she loves every second of it. What could go wrong with a little teasing?

Warnings: submissive peter parker, dom reader, smut of course, BOTH ARE 18+, sex in school, unsafe sex (wrap before you tap)

A/N: I haven't written fanfic in a good MINUTE so I'm so sorry if it's not as good. And I also have never written a peterXreader, yup first timer over here. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!

Word Count: 2k

When you first met Peter Parker, he was a shy and awkward kid. He only really has one friend, Ned, and they were basically inseparable. You and Peter both had English class together and he drew you in like a moth to a flame. It was the little things he did, like the way his eyebrows would rise when he was suddenly called on when he was surprised. The small smile he would make when he got an answer right, then a lightbulb went off in your head.

Peter Parker is a sub.

Of course, you were more than eager to test your little theory, but in order to do that, you had to actually talk to the kid. So you did what any reasonable teenage girl would do, you talked to him. After a few weeks of small talk and occasional flirting, Peter was stuck to you like glue. It was as if you were the missing puzzle piece for the duo. Ned and Peter adored you and couldn't believe a person like you would want to actually hang out with them, you weren't shy at all. You stood up for people in need, you stood up for them. You were quick with your comebacks, you were extremely funny and nerdy. Not to mention extremely sassy, god you were so sassy and Peter felt intoxicated every time he was with you.

Peter wondered if Ned felt this way with you too if everyone felt this way when they were with you. He wouldn't blame them if they did, but he felt a pang of jealousy every time he thought about other people liking you the way he did. How could he not like you? You were stunning. The way you carried yourself was one of the things he loved most. Like everyone else in school, he couldn't stop looking at you when you first walked into the classroom. Not only because you were absolutely gorgeous but because his spidey senses went crazy the second he saw you. He didn't understand why at first. Maybe it was just a fluke, but then after a few weeks, he noticed it would happen every single time he saw you. It's not like he was complaining though. He had the hardest time focusing when you were in class together though.

He could feel your eyes on him every time, and when his eyes would meet yours you wouldn't look away, you'd just smile and he would blush. He blushed so much with you and you loved it. It was small things that would make the brown-haired boy blush. Like when you’d complement his outfits and the way his biceps look bigger when he wore his blue button-up shirt.

Then there was the touching. Peter thought he would pass out every time you touched him. It started out small, placing your hand on his arm when you would laugh at something he said. Or how you would play with his hair when he'd put his head down while studying. Then he noticed how you would touch him in other places that got his heart racing. You would brush your fingers against his, or when you whispered to him you were lingering a little longer and he could feel your lips brush against his ear. Just that would make his head spin. He didn't know if you knew what you did to him or if you were completely oblivious. He sometimes wishes you would do more though. He would imagine what it would be like to finally have you, to feel your lips against his, your hips flushed against his. The way you’d moan his name. Peter would often get carried away with his thoughts about you, and he didn't care. He was drunk on you and he loved it.

“Hey, Peter?” Peter was lost in his thoughts again and you hated to interrupt him in his thoughts because he looked so cute to you.

Peter jumped slightly, not realizing you had sat beside him. “Oh um, hey y/n! Didn't realize you'd be here so soon.” Peter was slightly flustered from the thought he had of you seconds before you showed.

You noticed the way his blush was slowly making its way down his neck and chest, and how his pupils were blown, and how he was breathing a little harder. He’s horny.

You giggled softly and decided to have a little fun with him today. “Well, i could leave if you'd like and come back-”

“No! I mean, not that’s okay you're here and we should erm, I mean I don't want you to leave.” Peter couldn't seem to stop rambling, and you saw how much the poor boy needed help, and you couldn't just sit there and not help someone in need.

You grabbed Peter's face with both your hands and leaned in close. Peter felt like the entire room froze. He looked down to your lips and prayed that you would kiss him right now because he's been dreaming of it. And you almost did until you heard him whimper, and all you could do was smile.

“Peter Parker, did you just…” you leaned in to whisper into his ear, your lips brushing his ear, “whimper?” You could feel his breath fan against your neck and shoulder. You leaned away from him to find him with his eyes closed and lips parted. When he finally opened his eyes he found you smiling at him. His eyes went wide as he realized what had just happened. “Y/N I am so sorry I don't know what I was thinking!” Before Peter could continue, you stood up and pulled him with you. “Follow me, Parker.”

You pulled Peter out of the library and into an empty classroom. You were glad that school was out and there was practically no one in the halls, which meant you wanted Peter to scream for you. You locked the door as soon as Peter walked in and covered the window just in case anyone decided to pass by.

Peter could feel the hairs on his stand-up straight, he was breathing hard and he could feel the blood rush down and his pants get tighter. He heard the door lock and turned to see you staring back at him. His spidey senses were going off like crazy, and although he knew he wasn't in any type of danger he still felt like prey.

You pushed him into the chair behind the teacher's desk and straddled his hips. “Tell me to stop and I will. Do you want me to stop?” You slowly grind down on him, feeling him grow from beneath you.

Peter’s head was dizzy and he wanted nothing more than for you to continue with what you were doing. His head rolled back when you ground down against him again, his hands flew to your ass to feel the roll of your hips. “Please don’t stop.” He swore this is what heaven felt like.

That was all you needed to hear. You continue to grind down as you start to kiss him. You'd imagine how it would feel to kiss Peter, but you never imagined them to be this soft. If it weren't for the fact that you were in a classroom right now, you would kiss him for hours. You had to pull yourself away from him if you wanted this to go any further.

“Take your clothes off, pretty boy.” Peter seemed to be eager because, by the time you were down to your underwear, Peter was already naked in front of you. The little smirk you gave him made him blush and you moved closer to him.

“I could stare at you all day, but I really want to taste you right now.” You pushed him back down on the chair as you got on your knees. You couldn't believe how massive he was, but you always did love a challenge.

Peter could feel himself grow, the way you were looking at him had him shaking in seconds. He just wanted you to touch him already. The worst part is that his senses were going crazy. He could hear how fast your heart was beating, he could still taste your lips from moments earlier. He could smell you, you must have been soaking and all he wanted to do was please you and let you do whatever you wanted. He just needed you to touch him already.

“Y/N, please.” Peter sounded like a wreck and that is exactly how you wanted him.

“Please what? Use your words, pretty boy.” A little teasing never hurt anybody.

“Please just touch me already! Anything just please I-” Peter’s head fell back as your mouth and tongue finally touched his aching red tip. The way you were sucking and licking was nothing he has ever felt before.

You could feel him shake as you continued to suck his tip. You noticed how tense he seemed as if he was holding himself back. You decided to push a little bit more of him inside your mouth. This seemed to knock the wind out of him because he came leaning forward as if someone punched him. You looked up at him as innocently as possible and couldn't help the moan that came out of you.

Peter swore you were trying to kill him, then when you moaned his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he thought he saw stars. Peter could feel the way your tongue moved against him, the way it was pressed against that certain vein. The way your moaning sent vibrations and he didn't think it could get better than that.

The way Peter was gripping the chair made you weak in the knees. If you weren't already on your knees, they would have given out. You looked up at him and couldn't resist the urge to run your hands up his abs and play with his nipples, you felt him twitch in your mouth.

“Y/N I'm- ung- close!” Peter could feel himself get closer to his release and god he wanted it. “Please ride me, please y/n.” Peter could feel the way you smirked with your lips wrapped around him.

“How can I say no to that?” You get up and gently slide him inside you. You both moan as he stretches you. As you start to slowly ride him, you decide to hide his moans by kissing him. Peter wanted to stay inside you forever.

You wrap your fingers around his throat and he gasps. As you ride him you lean closer to his ear and whisper, “fuck me, Parker.”

Peter let out a low growl and wrapped his arms around you as he pounded into you. You had to cover his mouth with your hand suddenly aware that you were in school.

“Peter, I'm coming,” you whisper to him. And as soon as he heard those words Peter was coming inside you, igniting your own orgasm.

You and Peter help each other ride out your orgasms and stay there for a couple more seconds. The two of you finally decide to get dressed.

“So, is this like...a one-time thing?” Peter dreaded the question, but he had to ask.

“Do you want it to be?” You look at Peter and you could see the panic in his eyes.

“No! I mean, no. I really want to do this again. And then maybe some more after that...please.” Peter could feel his blush creeping up on him, especially with that smile you're giving him.

“Don’t worry Spidey, I want to keep doing this too.” You giggle softly to yourself. He’s the cutest.

“Okay good because- wait, did you call me spidey?”

“You aren't so good at keeping secrets from me Parker.” And with that, you walk out of the room with Peter hot on your heels.

[projectwkm]

Okay, so... I’ve been seeing you posting a lot of stuff about Actor Mark being just misunderstood and actually nice- but, I’m not convinced. (Which is surprising considering I’m usually the one who likes the “villain,,,”) If I may ask, what’s this theory based off of?

This post has been a long time coming, so sorry! I totally didn’t realise I had asks on this blog,, I’m a fool.

So this is less of a theory of mine and more of an expansion on character and what we know! Do I think for a second Actor is going to be redeemed? No, and I hope he’s not, because I love him so much as a villain. Do I think he is redeemable? Absolutely. Everyone is.

Let’s get into why I think that!

1. ‘A Heartbroken Idiot’

This is the nickname our Mark (in this post I’ll call Actor Mark ��Actor’, and real Mark ‘Mark, just to avoid confusion) gives Actor. In the WKM Explanation Stream, he calls him ‘a heartbroken idiot’ in reference to his plan on poker night. And if we think about what we canonly know to be true, then there is good reason for this:

The Actor, the Colonel and the Mayor were all childhood friends. The Colonel practically grew up in the Manor with the Actor.

The Actor married Celine. Do we know for certain that they loved each other? No. But we can gather that at some point they were happy, for reasons I’ll go into later.

The Colonel slept with Celine behind the Actor’s back while they were married, and also borrowed copious amounts of money from the Actor to do so (?). The last part could be slightly biased or inaccurate considering Abe was on the Actor’s side for the most part, but I don’t see why he has reason to lie.

The Actor found this out, the Colonel and Celine left, and the Actor spiralled. So far he tried to kill him self. He did kill himself — over and over until his desire to die turned into a desire to understand the Manor he lived in and its oddities.

There are a lot of gaps there, in all honesty. A lot of questions unanswered. Did the Actor and Celine really love each other? Did Celine really love the Colonel? Why was the Colonel so willing to go behind the Actor (his close friend, remember)’s back and have an affair with his wife? Why was Celine so willing to leave her husband if she married him in the first place?

But those questions aren’t important right now, because I’m sticking as close to canon as I possibly can. What matters is that the Actor was betrayed by one of his best friends and that his wife left him in an awful way. They hurt him so badly that he tried to kill himself. Now, this isn’t me ignoring the Entity’s part in all this — we’ll get to that later.

But the purpose of Mark calling Actor a ‘heartbroken idiot’ is that it shows his only motive initially was heartbreak. His actions, initially, weren’t the actions of a man who wanted to destroy his friends and loved ones. In fact, by looking at his attempts to die, especially the first ones, we can see that the only person he wanted to destroy initially was himself. He’d been hurt, badly, by people he called “his close and trusted friends (WKM)”. And he wanted an out. He turned aggressive and revenge-twisted was when his very basic autonomy over his own life was denied to him by the Manor not letting him die.

“After Celine and the Colonel left, Mark was left in this super spiral downwards. He was just completely out of it, didn’t know what to do, and he may have at one point tried to kill himself. But it didn’t work.” (Mark, WKM Explanation Stream)

So before the Manor Entity intervened, was he a bad person? No. Most definitely not. How do we know this, apart from what I’ve said above? This brings us on to point 2:

Celine and Damien

The braincells of the WKM gang, truly. Do you really think they’d stay friends with Actor if he was a bad person? Scratch that, do you think Celine would have married him if he was a bad person? Ruling him as an awful evil person from the start completely undermines the intelligence of the other characters who had been ‘fast friends for years’ with Actor.

That’s not to say he’s flawless. He has an abundance of flaws that the Entity brings out in him (see point three), but even before the Entity, his flaws were probably very visible, especially to his friends and wife. Actor was no doubt an egotistical ass, don’t get me wrong, he was no saint, but he also wasn’t evil. If he was, Celine, who could sense the energy of the Manor as soon as she walked in, would have surely refused to marry him.

It’s hinted that they didn’t have the best relationship by Mark in the DAMIEN Explanation Stream, that much is true. Their reasons for marrying could have been anything — from a passionate spur of the moment decision they didn’t properly think about, to a marriage potentially motivated by finance or power — and we don’t know if they were ever truly happy. We don’t know if Celine loved Actor, but it is implied she at least felt something for him, judging by the look of distress on her face in Chapter Three of WKM when it is revealed Actor is dead.

We also don’t know if Actor loved Celine. I’m inclined to say he did, considering his original plan was to steal the Colonel’s body and get back together with Celine, but there’s a fine line between love and obsession. (In my personal opinion, their relationship started off well before the Manor Entity began to shape them, but my personal opinion doesn’t come into it right now.)

But do you really think if he’d been evil or abusive (as I’ve seen some call him) that Celine or Damien would even be upset about his death, nonetheless have stuck by his side for so long? I doubt it. Mark says nowhere that Actor was a bad person to start off with, and goes into detail of what the Manor Entity actually did to him in the Explanation Streams of DAMIEN and WKM, so read below for more notes on that!!

The Manor Entity

Aha.... my least favourite character of all time...

Words cannot describe how much I despise this thing (whatever it is, Mark described it as more of a concept than anything else). Even as I write this, I feel a boiling rage inside me. Nonetheless! I will keep as fair and as unbiased of a take as I can while I analyse Actor’s relationship with the Manor Entity.

So let’s start with its affects BEFORE the Colonel and Celine left. These characters were fucked the moment they lived in that house. The Colonel and the Actor have been affected worst by it due to living in the house as kids; as Mark says, they grew up together in the Manor. So they’ve probably had the worst effects from it. Let’s see what Mark says about the Entity in the Manor!—

“The thing [about the Manor] that causes people to change, and the thing that curses people, it’s this…. Not a thing, but it’s this idea that whispers in your ear, and the worst thing it could possibly do is that it makes you think that the ends justify the means, in whatever situation…. It’s this thing gently over time just whispering.”

An idea. A whisper in your ear, exacerbating worse qualities and constantly suggesting. Something you don’t even know about until it’s too late. It’s not so hard of a leap to make that it could have made the Chef so aggressive (he’s been there the second longest, other than George the Groundskeeper), could have made the Colonel more hot tempered and liable to cause trouble between a husband and wife, could have very easily twisted the Actor to be a worse person.

We’ve already made it clear that the Actor is not without his flaws. On the contrary, he might be the most flawed from the group. Cocky and stubborn and prideful, passionate and a performer, it’s not so hard to see the Entity delighting at being able to plant seeds in his head. Just little suggestions: “maybe you’re better than them” “maybe they’re holding you back” “maybe they’re conspiring against you”. Just little, back-of-your-head thoughts that, over time, would change him into someone worse, something else.

Something that could have potentially driven him away from Celine and driven Celine into the arms of the Colonel.

Am I saying this is definitely what happened? No. As I say, a lot of canon from Before The Poker Night is missing, and left to speculation. But from what we know about the Entity, and what we know about what it does, it’s increasingly likely it’s been manipulating things from behind the scenes for a while even before the Actor takes his own life.

Cut to Celine and the Colonel leaving. Damien is gone too (God knows where, perhaps the Actor just shuts him out too), leaving the Actor alone in the Entity’s puppet strings. Another Mark quote!

Imagine [the Actor]: his wife left him, his friend betrayed him, the [Entity] whispers “that’s not fair, no, that’s not fair”.... “No, you’re right, that’s not fair.....” “Why should they be happy?....” “No, no, of course, no, they shouldn’t be happy.....” “Maybe they don’t deserve to be happy, maybe you should do something about them not being happy, maybe you should set something up to make sure they’ll never be happy again.”

The Entity is a powerful thing. Its powers are subtle, so subtle that the Actor probably didn’t even notice he was being changed in the first place. As Mark said “the more you stay in that House, the more it drives you toward things it wants you to do… and the worst part is it convinces you that you thought of it in the first place.”

The Entity could have been the one to suggest that he keeps killing himself. It could have very well been the one to lead him to his death in the first place. And the worst thing is that the Actor wouldn’t have a clue they weren’t his thoughts. He is a puppet without realising it, an actor for the Entity to direct in whichever way it wants.

It’s a gradual, awful process. And Actor? As the ‘heartbroken idiot’, the man Mark describes as being a ‘pawn’, that had a lot of time alone in the Manor depressed and bitter over being hurt? He didn’t stand a chance against it.

By the time we meet Actor in WKM, it is very unlikely much of the original man remains at all. While he acts cheery and cocky as usual in the beginning, the bitter puppet we see in the Void after we die and the mania-driven ‘hero’ from DAMIEN is most likely all that remains of the original. Mark from the WKM Explanation Stream explained that “every time [Actor] died, he got sent to this [Void], and was able to get a deeper understanding of it”. Doing so pushed him further and further into the embrace of the Entity, until he was nothing more than a pawn. A puppet.

Actors have little to no control over the scene they play out. It’s the director’s job to push them in the direction they want. And the relationship between the Actor and the Entity seems to function as such: even if the Actor himself doesn’t realise that yet.

And finally, my last point:

No characters are good.

Mark gave a very good quote in the DAMIEN Explanation Stream that I rely on when writing Actor, Dark and Wilford — “no one’s truly, fully, 100% evil”. In the same way, no one is truly, fully, 100% good all the time. It’s impossible. And incredibly relevant when it comes to our three Main Boys, who are all so flawed and broken that it’s not even funny.

We’ll start with Wilford first. It’s easy to forget (for me, at least) all the things he’s done wrong because he’s such a goddamn sweetheart. But- and I won’t go into too much detail- here are some of his ‘crimes’: poaching, murder (several times, as the Colonel and as Warfstache), an affair with his best friend’s wife, with multiple other offences written somewhere in the detective’s study / office (I can’t be bothered finding them dhdjdjnej). Arguably, he also has reason for people to point to him being guilty: he broke his best friend’s heart to the point he tried to kill himself. Which.... is not good.

This is not me hating on William or Wilford as a character. Au contraire, I love them both. But it’s very rare that I see anyone admit Will’s fault in this, or Celine’s (without laying it all on them, naturally, but that’s another story). Will/Wilford is a complicated character who now seems to be far more good than bad (or simply just mad) and has atoned for the past, but more often than not, people overlook his crimes and mistakes and flaws.

The same with Dark, though honestly to a lesser extent. As far as we know, there is very little that Dark has done. We don’t know if he’s killed anyone (other than perhaps Actor in HEIST), we don’t know what his true crimes are because his role is still heavily influenced by the Actor’s bias. But Dark still has his faults and flaws. He’s obsessive and clearly incredibly angry and bitter over what happened, trapped somewhat in the past the same way that Wilford is in the present and Actor in the future. Once again, this isn’t me hating Dark (he’s one of my favourite characters dfhjvffhh), but simply pointing out the negative sides to him, rather than ignoring them. It’s to point out that people — and characters — aren’t 100% good or 100% evil (honestly, they’d be less interesting that way). That includes fan favourites.

Actor is probably the worst out of them. He’s delusional, painfully narcissistic, arrogant and a self-righteous asshole. Nobody is denying that. But underneath that, Mark also describes him as a ‘broken thing’: he’s not the man he used to be. Can he be easily seen as evil now, after everything he’s done? Yes. He’s murdered and he’s betrayed, but let’s not forget he too was murdered and betrayed. This doesn’t excuse what he’s done, but rather offers us insight into his thinking — an eye for an eye. In his eyes, the poker night (at the time) was justified. William and Celine and Damien all betrayed and hurt him, so he was going to hurt them.

Things didn’t go according to plan for him, though. I very much doubt murder was in his original plans, but alas, the Entity twisted his plans unrecognisably. (Whether or not he now regrets the poker night and his actions is up for speculation, and for another post sghcdgb.)

If it is Actor in HEIST and DATE (which I’m very inclined to say it is), it’s clear to me he’s changed: even slightly. Sacrificing himself over and over for Y/N, wooing them with dates and flashy heists, planning everything perfectly for them and giving them the choice on their adventures: now, this could just be me, but that sounds rather far from an evil man. Instead, it sounds to me like Actor knows he’s done bad things, but instead of trying to confront them, he simply runs away from them; he escapes from the reality he’s created by delving into fictional fantasies of adventure where he can finally be the hero.

And that’s not action of a man who is entirely evil. That’s action of a desperate man. A coward, perhaps, but not wholly bad or awful. “A pawn in all this”, as Mark describes him, unable to come to terms with the atrocity of the poker night and what he’s done to his old friends.

To Conclude My Answer!

Actor Mark is my favourite character of all time and has turned into a special interest of mine, but I hope he’s not redeemed. That being said, he is not an ‘evil’ character, and could certainly be redeemed if he ever fully escaped the Entity’s control and owned up to stone for the past (though being redeemed would almost certainly break him — another post for another time).

Everyone’s interpretations of Actorare valid, but I also think it’s important when writing him as close to canon as possible to remember some of Mark’s comments on him, and also to remember his past and how he’s been manipulated by the Entity into something different entirely. While doing so doesn’t excuse his behaviour or awful actions, it offers insight and a way to understand why he’s done certain things!

Ultimately, it’s up to Mark himself to canonise or develop the story and character arcs, which he has done so much already. I cannot WAIT to see where Actor and everybody’s stories end up going, and big preesh to him for making such a heartbreaking wonderful story!!!

If anyone would like to hear me rant more about Actor or the story of WKM and it’s sequels, leave a question or ask and I’ll certainly do it!!

[bonjour-rainycity]

Double Heart | Chapter One ~ Cosima

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Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: G

Word count: 2100

Warnings: None

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A/n Thanks for the love on the prologue <3 also, this is the first time I’ve scheduled a post, so please let me know if something looks weird!

Translations: Av-‘osto = Don’t be afraid // Odúlen le natho = I’m here to help you // Pedil edhellen = do you speak Elvish

I was right — the peace deserts me instantly.

A sharp pain pierces my chest, my lungs ache, and my brain throbs inside my skull. A man leans over me. His long, dark hair tickles my neck. He is beautiful and smiling, but I do not know him. Fear quickens my breath. I try to jerk away from him, but he keeps a firm pressure on my shoulders, holding me in place. He meets my wide, panicked eyes with calm, reassuring ones of forest brown.

“Av-‘osto. Odúlen le natho.”

What? I shake my head at him, fear temporarily making room for confusion. The words he speaks, which had proven so irresistible when I was under the weight of the water, now sound only strange and indecipherable.

I stare at him, uncomprehending and very much on my guard.

His brow furrows, and, when he speaks again, it is with a note of hesitation. “Pedil edhellen?”

“I don’t think she does.” Another voice—confident, commanding—comes from my right. I turn my head just in time to see a tall man in peculiar armor slide off his horse. He takes quick strides towards me, then crouches near my side. “What is your name?”

I find myself momentarily silenced by his proximity, as well as his eyes. They are a clear ice blue—beautiful, depthless—but cold and calculating. They hold none of the warmth the other man’s eyes do, only suspicion. As much as I don’t like behind held to the ground by him, I turn my head, searching for the deep, honest brown I met upon awaking.

He meets my gaze with a soft smile. “Do not feel fear, we are not here to harm you. We found you unconscious and alone near the river, and stopped to help.” His voice is light, unsure, and strangely accented, placing emphasis on the wrong part of the words, but I am pleased that I can understand him now. As if to illustrate his point, that I am not in danger from them, he releases his hold on my shoulders and allows me space to sit up.

“Slowly,” he cautions. “I worry you have hit your head.”

That would explain the pounding. I grimace, supporting myself on my forearms, and turn my head to observe my surroundings. It’s all very green and brown, I suppose, though vibrant, not at all like the waters I found myself trapped under. Tall grass, puddles of mud, a river behind me. I see no roads or signs to indicate where I am.

The man to my right answers my unspoken question. “You are near the Gladden Fields on the bank of the River Anduin.” I recoil. None of those words mean anything to me. I search my mind, trying to conjure up an image, a memory, anything that would give me context as to where I am.

But I come up blank.

“I will ask you again,” the man continues. His voice is hard, completely devoid of patience, and though I don’t exactly want to, I find myself turning my head to look him in the eye. “What is your name?”

Well, that answer, I know. “Cosima. What’s yours?” I raise an eyebrow, unable to stop myself from challenging him a little. I don’t like his attitude, how he acts like he doesn’t have the time to deal with me. He is the one who stopped, after all.

“So she does speak,” an amused voice remarks from over the shoulder of the brown-eyed man. I jump, not previously noticing the two others—blond like the man to my right—who sit high atop large horses.

Okay, that doesn’t seem right.

Fragments of memory come to me, brief flashes of tall buildings, busy sidewalks, and honking yellow cars.

America.

The name comes to me just as my own did—suddenly and detached from other clues. I piece together what I can, and am left with only the feeling that this is wrong. There should not be deserted, untouched land, nor men in armor who travel on horseback.

I should not be here, I realize. Wherever ‘here’ is….

The blond to my right stands, and I shrink back, intimidated by his height. The sword at his hip and the bow on his back make me even more wary.

“I am Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlórien. The ellon to your left is Baranor, a healer respected by the Lady herself. The ellyn on horseback are Rumil and Orophin—my brothers, and wardens of our realm. Where do you come from? Were you traveling somewhere?”

I don’t recognize half the words he says. Their language and phrasing is unfamiliar to me, which gives me reason to believe that I am not in America. My limited worldview expands slightly, and I become aware of the existence of other countries, vast seas and expansive continents. A theory begins to take form. I must be in another country. Perhaps I was traveling, and hit my head, and now I’ve gotten separated from my group. Though, I don’t have any memory of a group…perhaps I will remember them in time. I did hit my head.

Haldir clears his throat impatiently.

“I…think I’m from America. Do you know if I’m close? Or at least which country I’m in?

For the first time, I see the irritation in his eyes break, giving way to something akin to concern. “You are in Arda.”  

I wrack my brain, searching for anything that even remotely sounds like Arda. Africa? Armenia? Nothing helpful comes to mind.

Baranor, still crouched at my side, brings a gentle hand to my temple, brushing his fingers lightly over the tender skin. He notices my wince, and turns back to Haldir. “She definitely hit her head. Her mind is not fully with us…I think that, as she heals, she will speak with more sense.”

“Excuse me,” I huff, annoyed at his assessment of me and them talking as if I weren’t here. “You’re not exactly making much sense, either.”

Haldir purses his lips but gives no other indication that he’s heard me. He turns to his brothers and the three of them engage in quick conversation in that language I do not know.

I keep the three of them in the corner of my eye—just because they haven’t hurt me yet doesn’t mean I should let my guard down—and catch Baranor’s attention. “I can’t remember much—anything, really.”

He nods, looking at me with clinical concern. “I guessed as much. You remember your name and seem to have some idea where you are from, even if I do not recognize the realm. It’s better than nothing—encouraging, even. I believe your memories will return to you with time.”

That’s something, at least.

The one called Rumil hops off his horse and swaggers up to me, crouching low like his brother did. “Are you human?”

I recoil. What kind of question is that? “Of course I’m human.”

He shakes his head, a coy smile on his face. “Do not say, ‘of course’. There are many races in this realm, some much more interesting than the race of men.”

I swallow, pieces of information that I’ve gathered since waking clicking into place.

I don’t want to ask.

Asking might mean confronting, and I’ve only just woken up. I’m not ready for that.

But I have to. Because I’ve woken up in an unfamiliar place with people who don’t speak my language, don’t seem to know anything about the existence of my country, travel on horses, wear armor and, Rumil has just tilted his head to the side, revealing an ear that comes to a point. I bring my hand up to my own ear, checking. Yep. Not pointed.

A sinking feeling settles in my gut. I gather what courage I can. Just ask. There’s probably a perfectly normal explanation. Maybe they’re playing a trick on me. “Are you…not human, then?”

His teasing smile never falters and he gives a sort of mocking bow. “No, my dear lady. You have the pleasure of encountering four of the eldar. We are elves from the realm of the Lady Galadriel. We have been here long before the time of man, and we will be here long after.”

This is ridiculous.

I push myself to stand, Baranor rushing to help. The world sways before me, and I wilt against the cool surface of his chest place. He holds me awkwardly—trying to keep as much distance between us as possible while still supporting my weight.

“I’ve hit my head,” I mutter, trying to fight through the fierce onset of dizziness and nausea. “I-I’ve been in some sort of accident, or had a strange reaction to medicine. Or maybe this is a bizarre dream, and I will wake up and laugh at myself and all this will have been in my imagination, or…or…” My breathing quickens, and I bring a hand to my forehead. My hand is so cold. Is it meant to be that cold?

I pitch forward, and Rumil darts a hand to grip my shoulder and keep me in place. His teasing smile disappears, and he turns to Haldir, looking alarmed. He calls out in that unknown language, and I can’t help but roll my eyes, though the motion makes me feel worse.

“Come on, you’re in my dream, so you can at least speak a language I understand!”

Baranor twists to study my face, his frown deepening. He joins the indecipherable conversation.

“Not you, too,” I whine, glaring accusingly at him. Stupidly, I had already come to see him as a sort of ally. All four of them ignore me which is quite rude, considering they’re obviously talking about me. Their discussion grows heated—they’re arguing.

Dark spots dance in my line of vision and I groan, wanting to lie down. Baranor tightens his grip around me, and his voice rises in volume. Does he have to be so loud?

Haldir barks out something that sounds very much like an order, and I focus long enough to see him mount his horse. Rumil releases my shoulder, sparing me the quickest of looks before returning to his own steed. Before I can process what’s happening, Baranor uses his grip on me to guide me towards the tall chestnut stallion.

I guess his intent.

“No!” I begin to fight against his hold. “I don’t want—”

“Hush now, it will be alright,” he soothes, his hands tightening on me as I try to get away. “We do not know of the realm you speak, but we are on a journey to a trusted friend—a wise friend—who may be able to help you. We will take you with us.”

I go stiff in his arms, weighing my options.

I have no reason to trust his word. But they haven’t hurt me yet, and the fact remains that I have no idea where I am. I probably wouldn’t fare any better on the riverbank. I don’t have food, or supplies, or a map. And traveling with them would allow me to see more of the landscape. Maybe we’ll pass a city, and I can sneak away. And from there…

Well, that’s a problem for later.

So, resigned to my situation for the time being, I nod. Baranor gives me a look of relief—I imagine he has no desire to lift a kicking woman onto a horse—and releases my shoulders to kneel and lock his hands together. I don’t particularly like heights, and this animal is much too tall for my liking, but everything about this day has been absolutely insane. I may as well get on the unpredictable beast. Baranor pushes on my foot as I pull on the horses’s mane. A second later, I’m sat firmly on the animal, Baranor in front of me. I look down to see how high up I am—a clear mistake, especially given the dizziness that hasn’t quite receded—and immediately wrap my arms around Baranor’s stomach. It’s difficult, given the armor he wears, but I manage, seeing as it gives me extra insurance that I won’t go tumbling to the ground.

“Get my attention if you feel faint,” he murmurs, taking the reins in his hands. “There is a canteen of water near your right foot if you get thirsty.”

And, before I can contemplate if I have the core strength to reach for the water and stay on the horse, we’re off, racing along the riverbank and leaving behind any chance I have of turning back.

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Hey Hun :) I saw that your requests are open and I'd like to request a Chris Evans one shot ^^ Maybe she's coming home from her walk with Dodger and sees Chris sitting on the couch reading a book with some glasses on. And you can't help but admire him and realize how much you love him and just walk towards him, straddle him, kiss him and tell him that. You can make it smutty if you want to ;) Thank you! ♥️

I was very happy to write this. I hope you like it and that this is what you had in mind.

Also my requests are still open.

Lenses and love

Her walk had been peaceful. Dodger had trotted happily beside her as they walked to the nearest park. Y/n and Dodger played with a ball for about an hour. When the duo finally got tired, they sat by a pond in the middle of the park. The woman and pooch calmly watched geese swim until it was time the head back home. On the way back, an older couple was smiling loving at each other as they walked arm in arm. Y/n briefly wondered what it was like to share so much love that it would last well into old age. She imagined the couple as her and Chris. She thought of how he would still hold her wrinkled hand and she would still love to kiss his wrinkled cheek. She imagined the happiness they would share. Some kids stopped her asking timidly if they could pet Dodger. The woman happily agreed. Dodger loved affection he practically lived for it.

The rest of the walk home was relaxed and uneventful. More people grinned at her and Y/n beamed back. The day was good for her. She'd spent the morning with Chris. They'd talked about theories and ideas, the future, anything they could think of really. After lunch, she took Dodger on his daily walk while Chris piddled around the house.

Y/n walked up the steps and into the spacious hallway. After unclipping Dodger's leash, the dog sprinted to his owner. As she slipped off her shoes she listened to Chris speak to the dog.

"Did you a mama have a good walk? Yeah, and you kept her safe right? Good boy! That's my boy."

Y/n smiled as she slowly walked down the hall towards the living room closet. Chris greets her as she opens the closet door to hang up her jacket.

"Hey sweetheart, have a good walk?"

"Oh, yeah. Dodger did great. Let some kids love him and stuff. I saw this old couple on the way to the park and they looked s--" Y/n stopped short she had closed the door and looked at Chris to find an absolutely divine sight. He had glasses rest on the bridge of his nose and he was looking at a book that lay in his lap.

Chris looked up at the abrupt silence, "They looked what sweetheart?" He had a sweet, innocent smile on his face.

Y/n thoughts were anything but innocent. Chris looked like something out of her teenage fantasies. "They looked so happy. The old man had his arm around his wife's shoulders, and she was laughing at something he said."  As she spoke, y/n made her way towards the couch.

"That's sweet. I love when I see old couples together. Their love has stood the test of time." Chris beamed at her as she moved nearer.

"Yeah, it has, they're smiles were so big. They looked at each other like the other hung the moon and stars. Also, when did you start wearing glasses?" She was standing in front of him now.

"I was having a bit of trouble focusing my eyes this afternoon, so I dug out an old pair I got from a movie." He closed his book, studying her reaction.

She hummed as she looked over his feature. She recognized them as the ones he wore in winter soldier. Y/n vaguely remembered him mentioning that the lenses were real at the premiere. They were simple frames, but they brought out the contours of his face nicely. They made him look older, 'no', y/n thought, 'more mature'. She thought back to this morning. She was listening everytime he spoke. She just wanted to stare at him and listen to him all day. Then she thought about the old couple she'd seen and how she hoped it would be her and Chris one day. How she hope he would love her as much as she love him. How she wouldnt care that his youth would give way to old age. She didn't care that he would lose his abs and maybe his hair because she was in love with him. Holy shit! I've fallen in fucking love with the man, She thought. The weird thing is she couldn't even pin point when it happened. When the love FOR him turned into being in love WITH him. She hadn't notice that she'd started frowning.

Chris frowned in return, "Do you not like them?" He raised his hand to remove them and y/n abruptly straddled him staring meaningfully at him.

"No I love them and I," she paused, she had never said it to anyone before, " and I love you."

Chris positively beamed, "Oh thank god, I love you too"

She leaned down and kissed him. Sweetly at first then it grew hungrier, rushed. Breaking away for air Chris reached up to remove the glasses but y/n stopped him

"Don't you dare take those off." She grabbed the sides of his face under the glasses.

Chris' eyebrows raised in surprise, then he smirked knowingly, "Sweetheart, do you have a glasses kink?"

"Yes and no." She smiled devilishly at him.

Chris tilted his head confusedly, so she elaborated. "When I was in high school I had this hot teacher fantasy and then I come home today and see you sitting here with these fucking glasses on, looking like you could teach me so many things." She whispered the last part in his ear and nipped it as she pulled back.

He growled lowly, "Oh, I'll teach you a lesson, little girl." He grabbed her hair and pulled her down to him. Their lips crashed together roughly and he bit and licked at her bottom lip. She sighed and he slipped his tongue in her mouth taking control immediately. The hand that wasn't deliciously pulling her hair travelled down her back pulling her closer and harder against Chris. They both sighed as she started rocking against his growing bulge. He pulled back and watched her with hooded eyes. He dragged his thumb across her bottom lip and she took it into her mouth suckling it.

"Okay, little girl. If you want something to suck on so bad you can get on your knees for me." His eyes darkened more.

"Yes, Chris." She went to move but was stopped when Chris' hand landed on her throat applying slight pressure.

"It's Mr.Evans to you little girl."  It was short and simple and it made y/n ache.

"Yes, Mr.Evans." She practically moaned.

"Good girl, now get to work." Pushing up the glasses that still rested on his nose.

[doyouevenshipbr0]

gruvia drabble:

author’s note: so! this is based on a theory from @bbygirljuvi !!! it’s essentially predicting what would happen in chap 58 of 100 yq! so if u dont read 100 yq and have no idea what im talking ab, give chap 57 a read lmaooo. remember when i JUST said i didnt like writing fics of me predicting what would happen in canon in the future? well, fuck it ig!!!

ALSO i wanna point out that i LOVEEEE ur guys’ feedback and love sooossososo much!!! the only reason i dont reply to comments is bc this isnt my main blog so if i reply it will only reply from my main that i dont even use anymore:/ so i dont want u guys to think im ignoring u!!!:) just know that i do read ur comments and i love ur support! if u message me or leave me an ask i will 100% respond!:) thank u ALL ilysm!!! enjoy!:)

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“She’s my power to live.”

White.

Everything after that was just white. All she could see, all she could hear. The world around her completely stopped at that point in time.

Words like these were the exact words Juvia had dreamt of hearing for what felt like an eternity at that point. She knew her face was beaming red, and her mouth was agape.

After the short period of nothingness, the words repeated in her head over and over again. Did she hear him right? Did she mix up the words in her head? No. No, she was sure that she didn’t. “She’s my power to live.” played on loop. The more the words swirled in her head, the more she felt her heart burn. It was all too much for her, but in the best possible way. She completely forgot where she even was for a moment— that she was in the middle of a battle, having the life drained from by the second.

Juvia’s body shook as her head bobbed up and down, trying to catch her breath in that moment. Her skin was so hot she thought she might melt. She was his power to live. She knew that meant a lot, because that was exactly how she felt about Gray. All the emotions in her were rising to a boil, and it wasn’t until she heard her darling call her name that she was finally being pulled back to reality.

“Calm down, Juvia!” She heard his voice call to her. She then remembered just where she was and what she was doing.

“Gah!” Metro called out in sheer pain. “So hot!”

As Juvia reached her arms out to run and embrace her beloved, her arms didn’t listen. They were stuck to the tree. However, the grip did waiver. Juvia’s hot water was causing him to slip. Then, in that moment, her annoyance took priority above all her other emotions, and she let it out where she knew it would be useful.

“Let Juvia go!” Her voice was brash, and her body began to boil even more, doubling the steam that was already coming off of her and Metro.

“Stop it! Ah!” Metro’s body thrashed with discomfort, but Juvia wasn’t letting up— not until she was in Gray’s arms.

“Ergh!” Juvia practically growled. She mustered up all that emotion and got ready for one final blow of hot water.

Metro let out a scream of pain before losing consciousness and collapsing to the ground into a pile of steaming wood. Gray stood in awe as he watched it all happen, and once he realized Metro was about to go down, he took started to lunge forward to catch Juvia who would fall. Before he could get there, Juvia fell to the ground and stuck the landing. Gray didn’t even have a chance to ask if Juvia was ok before she herself lunged at him.

“Gray-sama!~” She sang as she threw herself onto Gray, wrapping around his torso.

“Whoa!” Gray grunted on impact. His eyes were still wide as he was still attempting to process everything that just happened.

“Oh, Gray-sama! Did you really mean what you said?!” She nuzzled her giddy face into his chest.

Gray was still dumbfounded at the pile of defeated wood that laid in front of him. He couldn’t process what Juvia was even saying. Just a second ago she was struggling to stay conscious, stuck on the enemy, and now she was completely fine and safe with Gray.

“Uh— What exactly— just happened?” Gray stammered. He finally began to reciprocate the hug by resting a hand on the top of Juvia’s back as his other hand ruffled through his hair.

“Hm?” Juvia pulled herself out of Gray’s chest and rose a curious eyebrow. She noticed he still had his eyes locked onto what used to be the great and powerful Metro and turned her head to match his gaze, and then quickly turned back to Gray. “Oh! That! Juvia can get pretty—erm—- crazy when her emotions get a little out of control.” She chuckled nervously, realizing that what she did was a bit much.

“Yeah... you don’t say.” Gray huffed.

“But Juvia couldn’t help it!” She threw herself right back onto him. “Gray-sama just said the best and most romantic words ever! Juvia had to give you a great big hug as soon as possible!” She giggled and snuggled back up all over again.

Gray snorted. “Wow.” He wiped his hair out of his eyes. It all happened so fast. Gray’s mind was running a mile of minute just a second ago thinking how he would rescue Juvia, but she went and rescued herself.

“You are... You’re incredible, you know that?” His breath was still stolen, but gave a chuckle at the end.

“Me?!” Juvia pulled away with wide eyes.

“Yes, you!” He finally looked down at her.

“Here I was so worried about protecting you and keeping you safe, but... you don’t really need me to do that, do you?”

“Well, of course Juvia wants Gray-sama to protect her! That is music to Juvia’s ears!” She swooned for a moment. “But don’t forget, Juvia is a Fairy Tail wizard. I know how to hold my own.” She smiled surely.

There he had it. Gray just got that closure he’d been searching for all this time, but Juvia took his closure and flipped it upside down. She gave him closure, but even better, she proved to him that he didn’t need to keep waiting to be “strong enough” or “confident enough”. He was confident enough and felt so strongly, that he didn’t need any of the validation that he thought he needed. All he needed was her, and he didn’t have to keep pushing off his feelings anymore.

Tears rushed to his eyes as he swfitly brought Juvia back into his embrace. “Thank you.” He said softly, tightening his arms.

“Thank you, Gray-sama.” Juvia wrapped her arms further.

They stood there for a while, just in each other’s hold.

After some time, Juvia’s legs began to wobble a bit as she felt light headed, and her stance struggled, causing her to take a step to the side and lose her grip.

“Juvia!” Gray exclaimed, concerned. “Are you alright?” He pulled her away.

“Well,” She chuckled. “Juvia did just exert a lot of magic energy back there, and while I can take care if myself, Juvia’s not invincible either.”

Gray matched Juvia’s grin. “Alright, let’s get you somewhere to rest. Can you walk?”

“Yes.” Juvia nodded. She took a few steps forward perfectly fine, and then she paused. A light bulb went off in her head.

“Well-“ Her voice pitch rose. “Actually, Juvia is feeling sooo weak! Juvia doesn’t think she can walk! Gray-sama will have to carry her!” She dramatically wailed, but as usual, Gray saw right through her antics.

“Yeah, nice try.” He scoffed.

“Aww...” Juvia’s shoulders sunk. It was worth a shot.

Gray smirked and rolled his eyes. “Here, just in case, wrap your arm around me.”

Juvia lit up all over again. “Ok! That’ll work.” Gray squatted a bit so Juvia could wrap her arm around his shoulders. Gray’s one hand held onto Juvia’s while the other wrapped around her waist for stability.

“Oh, and by the way,” Gray blushed. “I did mean what I said.”

Juvia was a bit confused, and she raised a brow.

Gray grumbled. “Ya’ know, about you being my power to live, or whatever.” He looked down, embarrassed. “I really did mean it.” He looked back at Juvia who had the same expression she had on her face the first time he said it. He quickly averted his gaze again.

“And, actually, you’re not just my power to live. You’re a whole bunch of other stuff too. You’re—well— my world, honestly.” He finally finished, and he felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders when he finally said it.

Juvia gasped with delight, and she tilted her head into Gray. She giggled as they continued walking, and she tightened her grip on Gray’s hand.

“Well, that makes Juvia very happy. Juvia feels the exact same.”

[liquorisce]

... i’ll protect you from your dreams

written for @kyoruweekofficial day 2 prompt: dream

fandom: fruits basket

rating: t

summary: some nights when kyo is fragile, he seeks comfort in tohru’s arms.                                                          OR  

“I dreamt I couldn’t be with you,” he murmurs, quietly, unsure if Tohru was still awake. “… that you would choose someone else.”

Everything feels different. 

“… Well, I hope it fits you. I have to admit, you are a bit, uhm, thinner than I accounted for.” 

“It’s fine,” he says, and it comes out as a rasp, and his voice sounds different to his own ears, different without the echo of the small, dark room. It feels strange almost, the faint chill of the breeze against his arm, the burn of the sun on his face. 

“Here, got you lunch… in case you were hungry.”

Kyo squints at the paper bag, daylight far too bright for his ill-adjusted eyes as he carefully unwraps the burger he was presented with. When was the last time he’d eaten food that wasn’t prepared in the Sohma kitchen? 

“… Maybe we should just sit in my room?” 

Kyo nods, looking over at the soft voice that was speaking to him. Never had he imagined that 5 years into isolation, the first person he would greet in the fresh, open air… would be Yuki. 

Yuki gestures for Kyo to sit on the bed and he does, sinking into the mattress, the plush type that the rat boy had always had a taste for. 

He’s silent and the only noise in the room is the crunch of the burger in Kyo’s mouth. “I asked them to leave out the onions,” Yuki says with a grin. 

Kyo offers one in return, but it’s feeble. Everything feels feeble about him, now that he’s stepped into the outside world.  

There’s more silence, and Kyo finishes his meal, grateful to have eaten something different. “… I guess I should probably try that on, huh,” he mumbles, eyeing the black suit that Yuki had laid out for him. 

Yuki eyes him hesitantly. “… A shower, first. And a shave. It’s a wedding, not a funeral.” 

He cringes visibly, not that he needed reminding of the occasion. He’d had months, weeks and days to prepare for this, with little else to do in his chamber of darkness, except sit with his thoughts. 

It seemed simple in theory, he thinks, as the warm jet of water hits him. It wasn’t a shocking revelation that they would come to this day. He’d been preparing for it since his final year of high school. 

He takes in his reflection, and realizes that Yuki is right. He had grown thinner. His cheekbones showed so clearly, you couldn’t just call them defined anymore, it was definitely jutting. Sighing, he lifted the razor to his cheeks. 

“The new look suits you, Kyo-kun,” she’d said with a shy smile when she’d first seen his beard. 

How long ago was that? A year after his confinement? She was probably just being nice, he thinks bitterly as he shaves it off completely. 

(He doesn’t want to think of her bitterly. He has no right.)

“Some people are just blessed,” Yuki quips, as he walks out of the bathroom, towel at his hips. “… even at your worst, you still have more ab definition than I do.” 

Kyo smiles weakly. “… Still couldn’t beat you if I tried.” 

Their interactions had changed so much, he wonders what his young self would think if he’d see them today. If only he knew that the boy who he’d spent his whole life hating would be the one visiting him every other weekend, sneaking in treats, bringing him word from the others… arguing with Akito to make sure he was allowed outside, just for today.

He slips on the white shirt, thankful that he doesn’t drown in it. Yet. 

“… Hey, Kyo.” Yuki’s tone betrays his worry, and Kyo isn’t ready for it yet. He isn’t ready to talk about these feelings that haven’t left him since he first heard the news. 

“… Are you sure you want to do this?” 

“I promised her,” he mutters, so many years ago, on the rooftop, a precious memory that she’s probably forgotten, but he just can’t seem to. 

“I know, but she’ll understand. This must be… difficult for you. You don’t have to put yourself through this,” - 

“… I said I’d support her!” 

He’s taken aback by his own outburst, but that’s the truth of it. It’s a promise he’d made to her, the love of his life, when they were young and seventeen and he’d already realized that this was all he could do. He’d support her love no matter what. No matter who. 

But it was also a promise he’d made to himself, the last precious memory he is holding on to before he truly gives up. 

But no amount of preparation or self pep talks comes to his aid when he sees her walk in, long flowing dress in peach pink, veiled, with Hanajima and Uotani by her side. His mind is blank first because the immensity of what he is witnessing is too much for him. 

When he said goodbye to her 5 years ago and she cried for him, embraced him in the only way that was awkwardly possible, it was him walking away. It was a future he’d spent his whole life running away from, but when he went inside, it was still him who left. 

But when he sees her, sees Tohru, beautiful and radiant, just like he remembered her, but somehow so much more, it’s brutal because this time it’s her walking, only walking down the aisle. Towards someone else. 

He’d never thought his heart could break a second time, but it did and it’s worse because he’d never paid attention to this ugly, painful, thing called hope that had tried desperately to glue the pieces together - and it crushes him. 

Kyo is standing on the corner of the aisle, and as Tohru comes closer, he can feel himself splintering inside. 

“… Kyo-kun,” she says, her voice quivering. It takes a moment for him to realize that she’s stopped in front of him, that she’s standing barely two steps away from him, and she hasn’t been this close in years… 

When he looks up to see her, he’s shocked to see a stricken look on her beautiful features. “Kyo-kun,” she gasps, worried, “what are you doing here?” 

“… Why aren’t you up there?” 

“Hana-chan, Uo-chan, who is that?” She asks, frantic, pointing to the man in the black suit at the altar. “Why is Kyo-kun not standing at the altar like we practiced?”

“Tohru…” 

“Kyo-kun,” she cries, reaching for his face, “What happened to you? You look so different… so sad…” 

Tears are streaming down his face, and the feeling in his chest tightens as she throws her arms around him whispering, “Kyo-kun, come back to me…”

“Tohru, no,” he rasps, afraid because there’s so many people around - he can’t afford to transform, but he can’t shake her off. “Please, I,” - 

He wakes up heaving, sweat and tears running down his face. The sadness, the pain… it’s visceral, gripping at his chest. 

And Tohru - God, she was crying too, scared, worried tears, holding on to him, like she’d never let go. 

It’s then that he takes note of the arm entwined with his, on the futon.

He curses softly when he sees her, relief overwhelming him, when he sees her brown hair spread across the sheets, her mouth parted blissfully in her slumber. 

He is overcome with the urge to hold her, and so he does, loosening his arm from her hold and wrapping himself around her, so close that her smell drives away the remnants of his nightmare. 

“Mmm,” she mumbles, stirring, “… Kyo..?”

“Sorry,” he whispers into her hair, “… I didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

“… You’re so warm,” she giggles, but she stops short when she feels something wet on her neck. 

She stiffens, alarmed. “… Kyo-kun?” 

His hold tightens and she sinks into it, clutching his arm tightly. “You’re trembling… what’s wrong?” 

She can hear his breathing, rough, panicked. “Tohru… Please…” 

“Kyo-kun, what is it? Did you have a bad dream?” She turns towards him, cradling his face. 

“… Hold me, please,” he whispers, and she does tightly, letting him burrow his face into her chest, caressing his back softly.

When his breathing calms, and his sobs have quietened, he realises how shaken he was by the picture in his head. 

“I dreamt I couldn’t be with you,” he murmurs, quietly, unsure if Tohru was still awake. “… that I would be locked up… that you would choose someone else,” - 

“Never.” Her grip tightens around him. 

She kisses his forehead softly, wiping away the dampness on his cheeks, trying her best to stop her own tears from falling. Things have changed now, and mistakes have been forgiven, but the damage it’s done could never be undone. 

And with Kyo fragile in her arms tonight, she’s not sure that it’s something she’ll ever forgive. 

So she vows to protect it, the fragility of his heart, the wounds he desperately tries to hide, the love he so freely showers upon her. 

“Don’t you know, Kyo-kun,” she whispers gently against his mouth, “… I’d never have let them take you away from me.”

- fin - 

day 1 submission

@kyoruweekofficial

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Partying and Poker Faces

Criminal Minds x Supernatural

Word Count: ~3350

Warnings: Errbody gettin drunk. Terrible zamboni puns. 

A/N: No, seriously, it’s just random drunk conversations. They are ridiculous. It’s fun. Thanks to @stunudo​, @fookinghelljensensthighs​, @lastactiontricia​ and everybody else in the Slack chat who listened to me ramble and helped with Nutcracker jokes/Winchester band names. Hair clip scene inspired by this post. 

Part 6 of the Rockstar AU! 

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The “Wayward Sons” World Tour: Pre-Tour Kickoff Party

. . .

“Okay, seriously though, my friend found all these pictures of them at Bonnaroo walking around with a girl with blue hair, right? So she did a side-by-side analysis and she swears it’s Harry Styles in a wig. Like, honest to god.” 

“Who’s Harry Styles?” Spencer asks, putting his book down and rubbing his eyes as he comes out of his reading trance.

“Only the love of my life,” Penelope tells him. 

“Penelope,” Emily interrupts. “You are not allowed to ask him if he’s really friends with Harry Styles.” 

Penelope deflates slightly. “But -”

JJ tells her, “You are definitely not allowed to ask if you can have Harry Styles’s phone number.” 

Penelope rolls her eyes. “Apparently there’s a whole group of crazies who think he and Sam are actually dating. There are conspiracy theories and everything.” 

“Let’s just outlaw the subject of Harry Styles altogether,” JJ says hurriedly. “Okay?” 

“Oh my God, I wouldn’t actually ask. Are you ready yet, Em?” 

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Emily replies, glaring at her reflection. She’s been trying to even out her wings for like half an hour now. “I look like a raccoon.” 

“So… normal then?” Spencer asks, with his cheekiest smile. 

“Uh oh, we’ve got Sassy Spence tonight,” JJ says. She grabs Emily’s arm to tug her away from the mirror. “You’re gorgeous. Let’s go.” 

“Forward, march!” Penelope orders. “To Suite 202!” 

. . . 

“So then Sammy asks if she’s his daughter,” Dean finishes. 

Hotch and Spencer laugh; it makes Hotch look about ten years younger. 

“What did she say?” Spencer asks, tucking his hair behind his ears again. With his legs crossed in his ratty Chucks, he looks too young to be drinking. 

“Just said ‘I’m his wife,’ ice cold, and walked away.”

“You should’ve seen the look on Sam’s face,” Cas adds. He settles down next to Dean, handing him a fresh drink and sitting close. For a moment Dean forgets that they’re allowed to be close, that he’s not in public any more, and then he puts an arm around Cas, smiling to himself. 

“What about you?” Dean asks. 

“I haven’t gotten starstruck since Kurt Cobain,” Hotch answers. “But you should ask Spencer what happened when he met David Byrne.” 

“Spencer, what happened when you met David Byrne?” Cas asks with a smirk. 

“Well… you know how Freud talked about seeing the Acropolis for the first time? The feeling of derealization?” 

“No,” Dean says, raising his eyebrows. “Should I?” 

“What you have to understand is that my mom was playing me the Talking Heads while I was in the womb,” Spencer continues earnestly. “Remain In Light, mostly, because it came out that year, but — anyway. Research shows —“

“David Byrne is his Acropolis,” Hotch translates. “He didn’t speak for almost two hours after they were introduced.” 

“And I get the feeling there aren’t many things that render him speechless,” Cas says dryly. 

. . .

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Penelope says, and she sits in the empty spot next to Derek on the couch. She almost kicks Spencer as she does so; he’s sitting on the floor in front of the couch, hunched over one of the acoustic guitars that everybody’s been passing around. 

“You know there’s another chair, right?” asks Sam, who’s sprawled out in one of the armchairs opposite their couch.   

“Trust me, it’s pointless,” Derek tells him. “He hates chairs.” 

“That’s not true,” Spencer says absent-mindedly, tucking his hair behind his ears. “I like the ones with wheels.” 

“Wait, you play keys, right?” Sam asks, watching Spencer pluck out a quick, dexterous open-tuned thing that Penelope is pretty sure he’s improvising. 

“And synths,” Spencer says, pushing his hair out of his eyes again. “But also… a little bit of everything, I guess.” 

“Guitar, bass, drums, violin, cello, saxophone, clarinet,” Derek rattles off proudly. “What else? There are some weird ones.” 

“Didgeridoo!” Penelope adds. 

“She calls it my didgeri-don’t,” Spencer says, and it’s true; it’s her least favorite instrument, which is unfortunate because it’s one of her favorite words.“And there are a few things I built, I guess, but haven’t really named yet.”

“That’s awesome,” Sam says, looking suitably impressed. 

“You need a goddamn haircut, Pretty Boy,” Derek says, as Spencer tries to get his hair out of his eyes again. 

“Don’t listen to him,” Sam tells Spencer, running a hand through the shampoo-commercial situation he has on his own head. “And don’t let my brother start in on you, either.” 

Penelope rummages in her purse for a second and pulls out a neon green butterfly clip. She combs some hair back from Spencer’s forehead, twists it, and secures it so that the butterfly is right on the crown of Spencer’s head.

“Thanks, that’s much better,” Spencer says, giving her a quick smile over his shoulder. Sam stifles a laugh. 

“Hey,” Derek says, in an undertone. “Got any more of those?” 

“I love the way your brain works,” Penelope stage-whispers back. She digs around until she has a whole handful of aggressively colorful glittery barrettes (some are shaped like flowers, some have pom-poms) and passes half to Derek. She leans down and starts to braid a little section of hair near Spencer’s temple. He doesn’t seem to notice. 

. . . 

“You’re new, aren’t you?” Hotch asks, as he starts mixing himself a drink. “I don’t think we met at the surprise show.” 

“Jack,” the kid says, with a sweet smile. He’s all fresh-faced and earnest. Hotch has concerns. 

“I’m Aaron, but everybody calls me Hotch,” he says. “What‘s your part in this whole circus?” 

“I’m their guitar tech,” he chirps. “Cas is my uncle, also. He’s the one who got me the job.” 

“Uh-huh. First tour?” 

He nods. “I’m excited! This is going to be great.”

Hotch has a feeling this is going to be trouble. 

Jack has a hand on the whiskey bottle when Hotch notices and asks, “How old are you?” 

“He’s twenty,” Charlie interrupts, snatching the bottle from Jack’s hand. “Down, boy.” 

Jack shrugs, not seeming particularly bothered, and wanders away with his soda. 

“Good to know,” Hotch says wryly. 

Charlie gives Hotch an apologetic look and says, “I feel like a spoilsport. Like, let the kid have some fun, right?”

“So you followed all the rules when you were his age?” 

“Well, no, not so much, although I wasn’t into drinking so much as… um. Mild felonies.” She wrinkles her nose expressively. “But I have strict orders from Cas. He might look like a teddy bear, but Cas can be scary.” 

“Felonies,” Hotch says, trying to keep a straight face. Charlie nods. 

“Hacking, mostly?” she says tentatively. “There was some… environmentally focused cyber-terrorism, I guess you’d call it.” 

“You should talk to Penelope, she used to do that sort of thing as well.” 

Charlie looks over dubiously at Penelope, who is pulling up the hem of Derek’s shirt and showing off his abs, Vanna White style, for Sam’s benefit. Sam looks shockingly unaffected, so odds are he is straight, in which case, Rossi owes Hotch some money.

“Really. She was actually contacted by the FBI, they wanted to hire her, but.” Hotch smiles at the way Charlie’s mouth falls open. “She has a whole… sordid history. They used to call her the Black Queen.” 

“Are you… what?” Charlie asks incredulously. 

“I know, it’s a ridiculous name, but —”

“No, that’s — I can’t believe it,” Charlie stutters. “Really?” 

Hotch raises an eyebrow. “Really. Does that mean something to you?” 

Charlie shakes her head, eyes wide. “You don’t understand, she’s a legend. She’s like a frakking rockstar.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“No, like an actual rockstar,” Charlie insists. “Not that you’re not a rockstar, I didn’t mean — holy crap.” 

“Would you like me to introduce you?” Hotch offers. 

Charlie goes pale. “I don’t — um.” 

“I think you’re the first person who has ever been intimidated by Penelope Garcia,” Hotch muses. 

Charlie does a quick shot of whiskey before nodding. “Okay, I think I’m ready.” 

. . . 

“I am so fuckin’ glad I don’t have to deal with this every night,” Bobby says gruffly, with an expansive gesture at everyone in the room and their varied levels of inebriation. “We’re too old for this shit. Don’t know how you still want to go out on the road.” 

“Of all the groups I’ve managed, believe it or not, this one’s the easiest.”

Bobby looks across the room to where JJ is passing around shots and Emily is talking everybody into a game of Truth or Dare, as a “bonding exercise.” Spencer is clinging to Morgan’s back like a gangly white Yoda; Morgan, who’s serenading Sam with “Wonderwall” (Sam is covering his ears and looking pained) doesn’t seem to notice his weight. 

“I don’t believe it, actually,” Bobby tells Rossi, who shrugs. 

“They take care of each other, really. No ego involved, with any of them, which is rare enough in this business.” Rossi pauses as Penelope shrieks; Hotch, who is standing between her and Charlie, looks vaguely alarmed, but nobody seems to be in any real danger. Rossi adds, “They may act like a bunch of assclowns sometimes, but they’re much smarter than they look. I told you, didn’t I?” 

“Fair enough,” Bobby says. He’d called Rossi on a whim, looking for an opener for Dean’s surprise show and hinting about “discretion” and “liberal types,” trying not to give too much away. He’d expected Rossi to put him in touch with a friend of a friend, or something. He didn’t expect this to work out so well.

Bobby’s not used to things working out well. It’s a nice change. 

“Good to see you again, anyway” Rossi says. “You’re coming out to a few more shows, right?” 

“Course. I’ll be around here and there.” 

“Bet you’ll miss them soon enough. I was bored stiff when I was retired,” Rossi says. 

“Yeah, well, you didn’t have to get those two through their teenage years,” Bobby grouches. “Just about put me in an early grave.” 

“They seem like good kids,” Rossi says. “I don’t think I’ve seen you since they were… how old?” 

Bobby can’t help but smile at that. “Yeah, they’ve got good heads on their shoulders. They grew up. Just in time, too. I kept tellin’ them, success is going to change things, but I don’t think they believed me. Idjits.” 

Rossi nods knowingly. “Cheers to success, then. And old friends.” 

“I’ll drink to that.” 

. . . 

“Pastor’s son, in the church,” Emily says. 

“Twins,” Dean replies smugly. 

“Nice.” Emily gives him a fist-bump. “Backstage during a performance of The Nutcracker.” 

“I’ll be very disappointed if there were no nut jokes.” 

Emily smirks. “Well, there were no actual nuts involved, but the fairy did, in fact, taste like sugar plums.” 

“Yeah, okay, not bad,” Dean says. He clinks his beer bottle against hers and they drink. “On top of a zamboni.” 

“You mean zam-bone-y?” 

“Thank you! Sam rolled his eyes so hard I thought they were gonna fall out when I said that.” 

“The Roxy.”  

“Green room? C’mon,” Dean scoffs. “Amateur hour.” 

“Nope,” Emily says triumphantly. “In the crowd, during a Guns N Roses show.” 

“Okay, that’s fuckin’ awesome,” Dean laughs.

“It really was.” 

Dean’s eyes flick across the room, following Cas, who just deadpanned something that’s making Hotch double over with laughter. Dean’s eyes go crinkly at the corners as his smile gets even brighter — a full-on megawatt movie star smile — and his expression is so sweet and soft and utterly adoring that Emily melts a little bit. 

“Gross,” she says, elbowing Dean. He elbows her right back. 

“Shuddup,” he mutters. 

“No more twins for you,” Emily sing-songs. 

“Worth it,” Dean says firmly, and even she can’t think of anything snarky to say to that. 

. . . 

JJ can only understand about one in five of the words Penelope and Charlie are chattering to each other, so she gives up and leaves them to it. She’s slightly concerned they’re plotting to take over the world, or something. They don’t seem to notice her leaving. 

Dean and Emily are side by side on one of the couches, both slouching, with their feet up on the coffee table and beers resting on their stomachs, giggling about something as if they’ve been lifelong friends. The whole tableau is unexpected, but not in a bad way. 

There’s something about Dean that JJ just didn’t like, at first. It’s mostly that he’s too likable. In every interaction they’ve had, he’s been incredibly charismatic, warm, polite, funny… but it’s not him. 

JJ is an expert at getting people to trust her without ever showing her hand. She recognizes a bluff when she sees one. 

She’s been watching Dean, whenever he thinks she’s not paying attention. He lets his guard down, sometimes, when he’s with his brother or Cas, but there’s a well-disguised wall that goes up when he talks to anyone else. It’s defensive fortifications camouflaged as charm. 

Apparently Emily’s shoved through whatever wall Dean usually puts up when he’s around strangers. Emily can do that to a person, though. JJ knows that better than anybody. 

Emily’s clearly teasing him about something. He’s grinning, boyish and bashful and genuine, and JJ likes him a hell of a lot more, suddenly. 

She heads over to join them on their couch, sliding over the armrest to sprawl halfway over Emily’s lap and cuddle in close. 

“Are you two still playing Truth or Dare? This doesn’t look very daring.” 

“Debauchery pissing contest,” Emily informs her. 

Dean is watching her, and his walls are up again: pleasant smile slapped on his face, eyes calculating, playing it close to the chest until he figures her out. 

She raises an eyebrow and prompts him: “Well? Aren’t you going to ask me?” 

He looks suspicious, but he goes with it. “What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?”

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell,” JJ says primly, and for a second Dean’s actually thinking about taking her seriously. She rolls her eyes. “Kidding. Middle of a Guns N Roses show.” 

He looks confused for a second. Then Emily and JJ high-five, and Dean barks out a laugh. 

“I didn’t know you —” 

He hesitates. 

“Swing that way?” JJ supplies. 

“Yeah, that.”

“Most people don’t, and we’re gonna keep it that way. Understood?”

Dean seems surprised by the sudden sharp edge in her voice. “Gotcha.” 

“I used to think she was crazy for not coming out publicly,” Emily tells Dean, but she’s looking at JJ with a little half-smile on her face. “But now that people are starting to give a shit about us, sometimes I think she might’ve had the right idea.” 

“Don’t lie, you love being an ‘inspiration to the youth,’” JJ says, with mocking finger quotes. “And you’ve been disappointing your mom for years, she’s used to it. Mine would probably have a heart attack.” 

“Yeah, but the number of times I get that fucking ‘Does that mean you’re attracted to pans?’ bullshit, I swear to God…” 

Dean’s looking at JJ again, but this time it’s less calculating and more admiring. He nods slowly like something just started to make sense.  

“Helluva poker face,” he says approvingly.  

JJ grins. “Yours isn’t too bad either.” 

. . . 

“I gotta ask,” Spencer says, slurred and slow. “How’d you choose the band name? The Ceiling Fires?”

Sam shrugs. “It was a recurring dream that Dean and I both used to have.” 

“Weird image.” Spencer makes a face as he undoes one of the tiny braids Penelope left in his hair. “Not that — weird isn’t a bad thing. It’s memorable.”  

“Yeah, I guess so. Dean called it that as a joke, to start with, I think, but...” Sam rambles. He’s right at that point of drunk where words just keep rolling off his tongue. “Feels like a long time ago. I mean, I did not in a million years think we’d end up here.” 

“Linear time,” Spencer comments. 

Sam waits for him to finish the thought, but apparently that’s it. 

“Linear time,” he repeats agreeably. “It’s not just… time, though, you know? It’s the whole deal. Success, I guess. People listening.  Expecting you to look a certain way, or… I don’t fucking know.”

Spencer nods pensively, combing his fingers through his hair again. “We did a magazine photo shoot the other day and they wouldn’t let me wear any of my own clothes. I like my clothes. And people keep asking if I’m dating anybody.” 

“Yeah, I’ve been getting that question too.” Spencer doesn’t know the half of it. Sam laughs to himself, rubbing his forehead, and takes a big gulp of his drink. 

Spencer pulls out another barrette with a grimace. “I mean, why would anyone care if you’re dating… who was it? Harry Styles?” 

Sam chokes and spits whiskey everywhere. 

“Who —” he wheezes, and has to stop to cough. “Fucking — how did you know?” 

“Wait, really?” 

“What?” 

“Penelope said it was just a stupid rumor,” Spencer says. He’s squinting at Sam like he’s seeing double. 

“Shit.” The adrenaline rush is going a long way toward sobering Sam up. He shakes his head and tries to pull himself together. “Shit. I just… shit.” 

“Is that a big deal?” Spencer asks, with a mild sort of confusion. “Penelope made it sound like a joke. She called it a conspiracy theory.” 

Sam stares at him, open-mouthed, before dropping his head into his hands with a groan. “Yeah, let’s just keep calling it a conspiracy theory, okay? I already owe his publicist a fucking… fruit basket, or maybe just a lot of wine.” 

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t actually know who that is,” Spencer offers. Sam laughs weakly. “No, really, I won’t tell anybody. Even Penelope. Especially Penelope.” 

Sam studies him for a second. He looks earnest enough, in a boozy, unfocused way, but Sam’s learned the hard way that most people can’t be trusted. 

Still, worth a try. 

“If you could — yeah. Please? Just… please don’t tell anybody.” 

“Believe me,” Spencer says. “I know how it goes. If you let people see the things that matter…” He trails off, his eyes sliding to a point somewhere over Sam’s shoulder, and his voice gets unexpectedly clear and fierce. “People can be vicious. I wouldn’t give them a weapon like that.” 

Sam’s pretty sure he shouldn’t feel so reassured — Spencer still has a glittery butterfly clip sticking out from behind one ear — but he is, somehow. 

“Thanks,” he says quietly. 

Spencer shrugs, like it’s nothing, and settles the guitar in his lap again. “Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”

“Oh hell no,” Sam grumbles, and throws a couch cushion at him.  

. . .

“Okay,” Hotch says decisively. “Everybody have their room keys?” 

“Aww! He’s like the world’s cutest drill sergeant,” Charlie says. Hotch scowls at her, but he has a feeling it’s not very intimidating. She just giggles.

“Rossi?” Hotch asks, looking around and doing a quick head count. 

“Went to bed an hour ago to listen to the latest episode of his fucking true crime podcast,” Emily says. 

Hotch frowns. “Without me? Sneaky bastard.” 

“Of all the weird fucking hobbies…” JJ mutters. “Hey, Morgan, is it my turn to be the jetpack?” 

“Fuck no. I am way too buzzed to be carrying any of you home tonight. You can walk.”

“I’m not sure I can, actually,” Spencer says morosely. He looks like a rag doll, sitting on the floor, propped up by the side of the couch. 

“Somebody come get Schroeder,” Dean mumbles, from where he’s curled up on the couch with his head in Cas’s lap. 

“We got this,” Penelope says determinedly. She grabs Spencer by the wrists and hauls him to his feet, and they lean against each other heavily, somehow managing to stay upright. 

Sam opens the door for them, smiling bemusedly as they all start to trail past: Morgan first, uncharacteristically wobbly on his feet; Emily and JJ, with their hands tucked into each other’s back pockets; Spencer and Penelope, staggering dangerously; and finally, Hotch bringing up the rear.

“Thanks,” he tells Sam, and waves at the others. “See you tomorrow.” 

Before the door closes behind him, Hotch hears Dean say, “It’s gonna be a fun tour.” 

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[melodiiousnocturne]

(  dylan  wang  ,  cismale  ,  he  /  him  ,  kingdom  hearts  )  *  &.  i  know  it  must  be  scary  for  you  ,  demyx  ,  after  surviving  the  takeover  .  to  turn  into  someone  like  myde  lu  ,  a  twenty-one  year-old  part  time  clerk  at  the  hq  and  part  time  instructor  at  the  record  scratch  ,  right  here  in  castle  town  .  just  remember  that  you  are  as  easygoing  as  you  are  indolent  ,  and  to  be  wary  ,  be  safe  ,  be  true  to  who  you  are  :  neutral  through  and  through  .

hi  as  i  said  in  gc  ,  this  is  one  big  tl;dr  i’m  a  demyx  stan  !

BEFORE  CASTLE  TOWN.

where  do  i  begin

demyx  —  number  ix  in  organization  xiii  (  demyx  vc  :  are  we  still  gonna  call  ourselves  organization  xiii  now  that  there’s  14  of  us  ?  )  he  is  ...  lazy  .  arguably  the  most  cowardly  of  the  bunch  ,  doesn’t  like  fighting  ,  and  would  rather  nap  or  play  music  .

that  being  said  ...  despite  his  very  emotional  exterior  in  comparison  ,  we  have  seen  that  he  can  get  just  as  serious  /  dark  like  the  rest  of  them  if  he  really  needs  to  ...  

idk  i  have  a  lot  of  feelings  .

he’s  very  ??  idk  how  to  explain  it  bt  like  .  “  what’s  in  it  for  me  ?  ”  (  as  we  really  see  in  kh3  )  &  like  .  i  wld  say  he  is  a  mix  of  ravenclaw  /  slytherin  just  .  minus  the  whole  cutthroat  ambition  of  slytherin  etc  bc  tbh  that  isn’t  him  .  he’s  kinda  just  along  for  the  ride  .  i  am  rejecting  those  MoM  theories  and  i’m  not  sorry  ab  it  idc  if  they  say  it’s  true  ,  i  REFUSE  .

i  feel  like  since  demyx  allegedly  never  remembered  his  somebody  life  ,  he  probably  didn’t  care  as  much  ab  the  whole  kingdom  hearts  thing  because  he  didn’t  drink  the  kool-aid  because  like  why  would  he  want  a  life  that  he  doesn’t  even  remember  you  know  ??  plus  it’s  —  he  already  knew  xemnas  &  saïx  were  fucken  lying  when  they  said  the  nobodies  didn’t  have  hearts  JKDWJHSNS  why  did  he  need  to  be  a  somebody  to  regain  a  heart  when  he  believed  he  already  had  one  !!!

whatever  ....  lmao

anyway  demyx  in  the  manga  was  honestly  a  mood  and  a  half  i  adore  him

when  he  was  brought  back  to  the  organization  for  kh3  ,  he  was  made  into  a  seeker  of  darkness  —  meaning  baby  water  boy  got  NORTED  .  his  ears  didn’t  appear  to  be  pointed  in  some  way  (  like  the  others  )  so  it’s  safe  to  say  he  didn’t  get  as  much  of  xehanort’s  heart  placed  inside  of  him  .  bt  it  was  enough  to  turn  his  pretty  blue  eyes  into  that  ominous  gold  .

regardless  ,  he  was  benched  despite  going  through  that  whole  process  which  like  i  HIGHLY  doubt  is  an  easy  one  to  even  do  (  so  good  on  demyx  for  being  strong  enough  to  withstand  it  ,,,  )  bt  it’s  !  to  be  noted  !  because  he  felt  bitter  ab  being  demoted  after  ,  and  ofc  with  a  mystery  incentive  from  vexen  ,  demyx  finally  took  the  offer  of  backstabbing  the  organization  (  read  :  it  goes  back  to  what  i  said  ab  him  being  like  well  what’s  in  it  for  me  .....  since  before  he  got  apparently  satisfied  enough  ,  he’s  like  uhhhh  sorry  bt  have  u  seen  what  happens  to  idiots  who  betray  these  guys  lol  like  idk  ab  all  that  )

so  basically  self-preservation  of  a  slytherin  .  there  i  said  it  !  plot  twist  he  isn’t  a  coward  ,  he’s  just  smart  enough  to  not  throw  himself  head  first  into  danger  .  go  figure  ,  right  ?  like  look  alright  he  may  be  comedic  relief  bt  ...  he  is  also  more  than  that  !

in  the  organization  he  was  known  to  kinda  be  a  bully  /  play  pranks  /  manipulate  others  into  doing  his  work  for  him  bt  at  the  end  of  the  day  he  ??  isn’t  like  .  REALLY  a  bad  guy  or  whatever  .  saying  it  was  the  pressure  of  the  organization  is  dulling  everything  down  ,  because  he  still  actively  chose  to  do  what  he  did  and  didn’t  do  and  i  will  hold  him  responsible  for  it  ,  bt  .  u  know  .  shit  happens  !

like  we  have  canon  evidence  he  wld  join  in  xigbar  when  it  comes  to  the  more  like  .  idk  i  guess  harsher  teasing  ?  and  all  ?  and  like  again  demyx  made  the  conscious  choice  to  go  along  w  it  so  he  isn’t  innocent  bt  ,  i  firmly  stand  by  saying  demyx  unintentionally  looked  up  to  xigbar  despite  even  ‘  fighting  ’  with  him  ,  bc  ..  well  .  i  stan  them  being  a  That  duo  .  because  to  me  ,  he’s  just  a  prankster  who  wants  a  laugh  ..  even  at  the  expense  of  another  ..  which  yea  idk  still  yikes  ...  bt  it  isn’t  like  ,  malicious  ..  when  he  is  on  his  own  ..  imo .  i  mean  take  the  days  manga  ,  he  puts  a  whoopee  cushion  on  axel’s  chair  ?  bitch  pls  ..

(  also  quick  going  back  to  him  being  strong  enough  to  accept  getting  norted  —  please  just  remember  ....  nobodies  aren’t  even  supposed  to  exist  !  they  only  technically  form  when  the  person  who  lost  their  heart  is  strong-willed  &  tbh  ?  i  think  it  speaks  volumes  for  demyx  bc  despite  the  show  he  puts  on  ,.....  he  is  there  .  )

alright  so  look  i  know  i  sound  like  i  am  in  denial  of  the  MoM  stuff  and  that  mayhaps  be  so  .  however  there’s  definitely  smthin  off  .  like  we  KNOW  he  can  be  uhhhh  a  pos  like  the  remark  he  has  in  days  ab  how  the  castle  that  never  was  is  quieter  without  everyone  who  was  eliminated  at  castle  oblivion  ,  bt  —  it  was  always  a  really  weird  line  to  me  because  he’s  always  been  branded  as  the  most  emotional  of  the  organization  /  the  one  who  adamantly  believed  they  had  hearts  the  whole  time  ?  which  .  inch  resting  !  i  wld  like  to  formally  say  ONE  OF  THESE  is  a  fucken  coping  mechanism  of  sorts  or  smthin  bc  it’s  really  ...  a  lot  and  nothing  makes  sense  and  like  that’s  the  entirety  of  kh  lore  in  a  nutshell  bt  ya  .  like  i  think  it  ties  into  the  whole  self-preservation  thing  bc  it’s  like  ,  wow  they  really  went  and  got  themselves  fucken  murked  ...  how  dumb  ...  bt  at  the  same  time  bc  like  again  the  biggest  pusher  for  #nobodieshavehearts  ,  it’s  like  “  oh  that’s  depressing  ”  &  like  .  a  mess  .

idk  what  else  to  say  for  this  besides  he  was  really  great  at  recon  &  apparently  was  a  keyblade  wielder  in  the  past  !  which  subsequently  makes  me  emo  on  main  bc  he’s  really  out  here  like  lmao  nah  that’s  ...  it’s  cool  bt  like  hm  idk  sounds  like  kinda  fake  u  know

again  fuck  canon  if  it  does  u  know  what

AFTER  CASTLE  TOWN.

where  do  i  begin  ,  chapter  2

now  myde  is  actually  my  hc  somebody  name  for  demyx  so  like  going  off  that  it  technically  is  his  real  first  name  ....  he  just  doesn’t  know  that  bc  although  he  survived  this  ,  he  didn’t  uh  really  remember  his  old  somebody  life  so  like  lmao  fuck  all  honestly  this  life  could  be  his  real  life  for  all  he  knows

except  he  does  know  it  isn’t

so  like  he’s  ??  more  of  a  somebody  in  castle  town  opposed  to  a  nobody  meaning  he  !  has  a  whole  fucken  heart  now  !  although  because  his  eyes  are  still  indeed  gold  ,  he’s  kinda  like  well  shit  is  old  man  xehanort  still  in  there  too

anyway  myde  lu  ..  my  son  ...  the  memories  of  castle  town  life  are  .  something  else  .  he  grew  up  with  a  single  mother  who  worked  odd  jobs  here  and  there  struggling  to  make  money  to  provide  .  so  while  demyx  is  like  ah  fuck  working  i  don’t  wanna  fucken  do  this  ,  he  got  two  part  time  jobs  the  moment  he  could  to  help  her  out  .  because  even  if  she  isn’t  his  real  mother  ,  it’s  ???  really  nice  to  have  someone  caring  ab  him  :/

he  rooms  with  neko  /  noriko  now  because  an  ad  on  craigslist  bt  he  still  sends  some  of  his  paychecks  &  like  whatever  money  cut  he  gets  from  the  troubvdours  (  also  ,  ironically  from  a  fucken  craigslist  ad  !  )  etc  to  castle  town  mom  bc  honestly  life  in  castle  town  has  kinda  uh  .  made  him  like  .  wow  wait  fuck  haha  oh  man  i  actually  ????  i  can’t  just  nap  and  play  music  and  do  whatever  i  want  ??????  like  i  mean  he  still  does  bt  castle  town  memories  /  the  life  he  was  forced  into  here  made  him  arguably  more  responsible  even  though  he  is  still  a  little  shit  and  completely  at  the  same  time  not  that  responsible  in  the  slightest

it’s  like  .  fake  getting  ur  life  together

idk  he  doesn’t  like  all  the  work  like  he’s  exhausted  bt  it’s  paired  simultaneously  with  he  ?  kinda  also  doesn’t  mind  it  solely  bc  there’s  like  ,,  a  benefit  from  it  ?  like  with  the  two  part  time  jobs  (  which  one  is  being  a  music  instructor  like  i  feel  as  if  he  doesn’t  consider  that  one  much  of  a  job  bc  he  gets  to  play  music  !!  )  it’s  being  able  to  help  the  poor  soul  who  got  stuck  as  his  ‘  caretaker  ’  KKDKWJSJSJ  and  with  the  band  it’s  .  bc  he  is  passionate  ab  music  and  again  although  exhausting  he  loves  to  do  it

boy’s  chaotic  neutral  as  always  bt  i  suppose  castle  town  is  bringing  out  those  hidden  good  tendencies

hmm  he  is  forever  bitter  ab  the  fact  he  didn’t  get  his  sitar  tho  ....  what  the  fuck  is  he  gonna  do  w  his  stupid  organization  cloak  huh  ?  my  god  

so  he  picked  up  rhythm  guitar  bc  it’s  like  .  the  closest  thing  without  getting  an  ACTUAL  sitar  ,  because  !  arpeggios  is  actually  a  rhythm  technique  &  that’s  what  his  sitar  is  named  so  ....  food  for  thought  i  suppose  .  plus  this  world’s  sitar  isn’t  the  same  anyway  :/

despite  being  natural  blond  in  game  etc  i’m  making  the  executive  decision  to  say  he  was  given  naturally  dark  hair  in  CT  &  now  has  to  keep  bleaching  /  dying  his  hair  blond  bc  ....  he  does  not  think  he  suits  black  hair  .  nor  does  he  want  to  .  it  reminds  him  too  much  of  like  idk  xigbar  or  vanitas  or  whatever  with  the  dark  hair  +  gold  eye  combo  u  feel  JDWJJSJSNS

he  dated  isolde  in  CT  &  honestly  i  suggested  it  to  bloom  as  a  crackship  bc  haha  different  bt  then  it  got  really  soft  and  really  emo  so  here  we  are  .  they  close  tho  now  still  &  she’s  the  only  person  he’s  opened  up  to  ab  his  real  life  /  the  organization  so  far  !!

he  is  bi  :/  and  sad  :/  bt  honestly  mood  ,  i  say  as  i’m  pan  not  bi  bt  whatever  :/  

anyway  part  500000  ,  he  sleeps  at  the  library  sometimes  bc  big  gay  still  for  ienzo  and  likes  to  really  just  hang  around  them  bc  he  wants  them  to  remember  being  zexion  ....  &  well  .  more  selfishly  he  wants  them  to  remember  him  bt  like  y  a  h

+  for  the  fact  i  have  not  really  mentioned  it  :  he  still  loves  water  iskaksns  catch  him  like  .  chillin  in  his  bathtub  for  hours  like  bitch  stop  wasting  water  and  the  water  is  FREEZING  by  the  time  he  does  decide  he  is  finished  .  he  misses  his  water  abilities  ok  .  he  can  probably  like  move  stuff  a  little  bit  here  and  there  bt  it’s  Nothing  like  before  :/  yeah  .

idk  what  else  this  is  a  mess  !!  please  plot  with  me  tho  uwu  xoxo

[vixenofthemist]

Todomomo Kids Appearance and Personality

Bc I realized in the original todomomo kids post I never described what they look like

Hajime:

Hajime is the oldest sibling, and he looks like a male Momo, with a more Shouto face

He’s hair is black (or red I haven’t decided yet but leaning more towards black) and he always keeps it short and very tidy. He always styles it by combing it (IT LOOKS LIKE THE HORIKOSHI SKETCH WERE BEST JEANIST COMBED SHOUTO’S HAIR)

He always looks a little bit stern and serious, but in the inside he’s a huge nerd

A perfect mesh of Momo and Shouto’s personalities tbh

He’s as serious about being a hero as the two of them, but he also geeks out on the inside and super liked helping people with homework

On hero duty he’s def stopped to help a kid with homework

He’s known as the Homework Hero lmao

His hero name would probably just be Hajime lmao

And since he has Momo’s quirk his outfit would probably be…. revealing <.<

But he would prefer it to be like a suit or something bc it looks nice (tear away suit??? Detachable sleeves, pant legs, etc?? Idk yet)

He helps his little sister with her homework a lot, and tries to help Haku but they have different methods of solving problems so always end up getting into small arguments about it

When he first became a side kick, he worked under a hero who he had interned under instead of his parents (even though Momo wasn’t subtle and left flyers for her hero agency around the house in hopes he’d pick the one she worked at lmao)

And in his first official villain fight it ended up being really strong so Shouto was requested as backup, and the entire fight Shouto was just like “that’s my son, look at him fighting his first villain I’m so proud :’)”

And afterward, Shouto insisted on taking pictures to commemorate

Hajime was so embarrassed lmao he was like father please we are both professional heroes and this is official business please put your phone away there are civilians watching

It was all over the news lmao

“EVEN TOP HEROES CAN BE EMBARRASSING PARENTS, AS EVIDENCE FROM HERO SHOUTO, WHO TOOK TIME AFTER DEFEATING A VILLAIN TO TAKE PHOTO’S OF HIS FIRST BORN SON’S HERO DEBUT; REPORTERS CAPTURED THE WARM FAMILY MOMENT AS WELL”

Hajime was so embarrassed and Shouto had the headline framed

(Hajime is also dating Izuocha daughter)

Haku:

Haku is the middle son, and he got all the good looking features of his parents

He got Shouto’s white hair, Momo’s smile, Shouto’s blue/green eyes (and possible his heterochromia, still considering this) and best of all Shouto’s ABS physical appearance and Momo’s lower lashes

His jaw is more sharper than when Shouto was fifteen tho

His hair, when not styled, looks like Shouto’s, except it leans more towards having Momo type bangs on one side (they’re as long as the rest of his hair tho)

And when he styles his hair, he gels those bangs up in like a wave like swoosh, and he combs the rest back…(IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT EXCEPT TEDDY LUPIN ISH HAIR)

He also has light blue streaks that he dyes into his hair, because he wants to be like his aunt Fuyumi :’)

Haku knows he has good looks and FLAUNTS IT (jokingly ofc)

School field trips have definitely happened where someone tells him they can’t see past him to the view (bc all the kids inherit the tall height from Shouto and Momo)

And without skipping a beat you bet Haku said “I am the view” while posing with his hand on his hip and an overly flirtatious wink

Haku has such a different personality from Shouto at first sight, that a lot of tabloids have gossiped that he’s an illegitimate child from an affair blah blah blah, the usual dramatic tabloid gossip stuff

But…. Haku literally looks like Shouto the most besides Fujiko, so like the tabloids are basing it solely off his personality

And his personality is like permanent bouncy Momo, where he’s happy and excited to help people, with some added traits of his own and some that are from either of his parents, just combined with his more expressive personality (it’s a little hard to explain his personality rip)

He’s best friends with Kamijirou daughter, and they have very similar taste in fashion (ripped jeans (fashionable ripped ofc) denim/military jackets, graphic tees, etc etc)

Haku got his ears pierced for his fifteenth birthday, and Momo almost fainted when she saw them (Haku convinced Uncle Kaminari to take him to get it done lmao)

He got grounded ofc, and so did Uncle Kaminari

He was more rebellious when he was a young teen, but he mellowed out as he got older and at 17 he’s pretty “chill” (haha get it he has an ice quirk) and very laid back

He’s still very joky ofc, but it’s more of a mature joking/flirting

No one can ever tell if he’s flirting or joking btw

Not even he knows

He has a crush on TsuyuToko teenager whose his age, and KiriMina daughter has a crush on him (it’s the Mina in her lmao)

He often helps KiriMina daughter with homework, and she never learns anything bc she’s spending the entire time gazing at him lmao (I’m leaning towards pairing him with her, but the Tsuyutoko child is still in development so his relationship status is as well till I figure everyone out lol)

Haku’s #1 with grades in class, and he’s so serious about schoolwork that people claim his personality does a 180 whenever homework is brought up and he gets so serious and focused (it’s also why he doesn’t notice KiriMina daughter obvious staring lmao)

At the end of every test however, as soon as the teacher says times up- Haku always throws his hands in the air and creates snow confetti and party poppers out of his hands in celebration while everyone cheers at the test being over

His hero name is either going to be Fullbuster (bc his quirk is like Gray’s powers lmao) or Ice Maker

Speaking of his quirk, Haku loves his quirk so much

It’s so useful for both jokes and serious situations- perfect for him!!

He wants to be a search and rescue hero, and figures his quirk is quite useful for that and fighting villains if needs be

He’s interning under Shouto, to help learn more about his ice powers and combat stuff, and when the media heard about it they were super interested

Because Shouto and Haku interacting is only seen rarely in the eyes of the public, and they’re eager to see how Shouto treats Haku (they want to see if anything happens to feed their gossipy “Haku is an affair child” theories)

Everyone’s so surprised bc Shouto’s so supportive of Haku and they get along so well???

And Haku’s the only one who appreciates Shouto’s (terrible) dad puns so gosh dang it Shouto’s going to say them more often now Haku’s around!!! (He says them with a straight face and that’s 70% of why Haku laughs lmao)

And when they’re patrolling, they have a game of who can say the most subtle ice related things in an interview without being caught

And it’s only figured out when they’re being interviewed together for the first time, and they just both decide to not hide it anymore and just let all the ice puns fall

Momo has that interview recorded

And in another interview, during Haku’s first couple weeks of internship, a reporter asks Shouto what he thinks of Haku, and Shouto being Shouto assumed they were referring to what he thought of Haku’s potential as a hero, since they refereed to him as “Your intern Haku” (they didn’t want to say son in case it’s a sensitive topic for Shouto… the media is really focused in on Haku being from an affair tbh, poor Haku he has to deal with this shotty media gossip his whole life :’( ) but so Shouto’s answer really baffles them bc it’s it what they’re expecting yet

“Shouto sir, can you tell us what you think about… your intern Haku?”

“Hm, well, Haku has great potential. He’s always had great control over his quirk, and he’s getting the field expierence he really needs and it’s boosting his potential even further. Like I’ve always said, I have no doubt he’ll make a great pro search and rescue hero.” “Errr, that’s great- but Mr. Shouto sir, we were wondering more what you thought about him as… you know…. a son.” “Why didn’t you just say that then. Whatever. To answer your question- *tabloids hold their breathe- this is the moment they’ve been waiting for*- Haku’s a great son, always has been and always will. Ever since he was born he’s been nothing but a pleasure to take care of.” “Al-alright.. uh uh, what do you think about the rumors that he isn’t your son?” “What? That’s a rumor?” “Yes sir, it is.” Shouto turns, looking behind him at Haku, who is in the background literally making cranks out of ICE to leverage some buildings up. Shouto turns back. “Do the people who believe that rumor know how quirk inheritance works?”

Needless to say, Shouto squashed that rumor once and for all :’)

Fujiko:

The youngest Daughter, Fujiko looks practically identical to what Shouto as a girl would look like

She has the half red half white hair, the usual facial expression, his personality- all of it!

She does have Momo’s eyes- onyx color and shape!

But that’s all she has looks wise from Momo at least until she’s older

And she also has both of Shouto’s quirks, which she’s a natural at using

Shouto dotes on her so much and Momo adores her

She’s still pretty young (only like 12-13 ish) so she hasn’t gotten into U.A yet, but when she does eventually attend, she wants her hero name to be Miss Half and Half LMAO

Fujiko isn’t as developed as her two older brothers sadly so this is like, pretty much as far as I’ve gotten with her :’(

[televinita]

Zoo 3.12

Preview: Sam can go DIAF with Abigail, Interrupting Dariela is the worst and the writers need to stop using her to squee-block me, Mitch/Jamie is my everything and I need Jackson to come back into the fold with them, and how the hell did I come up with so many words for an episode that was mostly plot advancement and only had like five standout scenes.

Mitch/Jamie 1. Looks like at least part of my headcanon last week about Mitch letting Jamie out can't be jossed! I'm so glad we got this scene in a sneak peek, because I replayed Jackson's indignation and Mitch's cheerfully dismissive response to it about 80 times. 2. Would it be irresponsible of me to assume that they spent last night together? Because part of me is still wondering if they've even touched in the wake of everything, but I would really like to believe they drowned their sorrows in each other. I don’t know how to reconcile the easy banter of the next number or the fact that they don’t touch in this episode. 3. I love the glee Mitch takes in pestering Jamie about her apparent fear of babies, all geared up to tease her mercilessly -- this must be the most fun he's had in days -- and how fast the truth wipes the smug smirk off his face. It's beautiful and terrible and I hope it socked him right in the gut to see the extent of the damage his words did. If he didn't introduce the thought into her head, he sure cemented whatever doubts she already had. 3.5. And kudos to Kristen Connolly for being able to sell those lines with a straight face, because on paper it looks hella dramatic to be like "I'm so awful that I will physically curse a baby if I touch it" 4. I am little embarrassed that my headcanon gets shot down when Mitch not only doesn't take back the darkness line, he doubles down to include himself in it -- but I also really, really like him admitting he would have killed Abigail himself?  "I've been thinking" is a fic prompt and I would love a little character study of Mitch coming to this realization, but either way, I’m intrigued by Dark!Mitch. I want the antidote in hand, I need to be able to believe they will eventually run away and find the light at the end of tunnel, but right now I could be very into a Dark & Twisty OTP of Pain and Feelings. 5. "She kept me away from everything and everyone I ever cared about. Everyone I love." Said with bold and unflinching eye contact and I am 6% frustrated that this is about the third time he's confessed his feelings and Jamie is still batting a hundred on insufficient reactions to them, but 94% overjoyed that the L word is out there to more than just some thugs in a bar. Sometimes there are more exciting ways to hear it than the standard 3-word way. (not that I would turn that down) 6. Now I just need to know who is responsible for Interrupting Dariela arriving on TWO SEPARATE OCCASIONS instead of extending either "darkness" convo scene literally ten or twelve more seconds for some kind of proper resolution before a scene change. Tell me he wasn’t about to reach for her hand in the first one. (Also. It takes a magnifying glass and freeze framing, but I'm pretty sure in the split second before they get interrupted the second time, it looks like their hands were or about to be in contact and are drawing apart as the shot goes wide?) A Series Of Live Viewing Reactions To Clem's Baby Daddy 1. Awwww @ Sam hoping (in vain) that Mitch will accept him as a real member of the family. 2. WHAT THE SHIT, SAM. I TRIED TO BE NICE TO YOU. 3. All right, abort that whole plan from last week about letting him be HOH, Sam can fuck off and die and I hope Mitch takes such full ownership of the baby* that he takes to introducing him to people as "my kid, once removed." I'm not Jackson and I don't care who was raised by a madwoman. If Abe's voice + everyone's love for Clementine didn't convince you you're on the wrong team, you are beyond help and I’ll put you down.

*I don't think I can fully convey to you the amount I love Mike Baxter's relationship with Boyd on Last Man Standing, mostly because I'm not sure how many people know this show exists. 4. ...ABIGAIL R U SERIOUS. (Guys, I'm sorry if I previously claimed to be off the sympathy-for-the-devil train; those were lies but I am sure as hell off it now with her baby-snatching reveal and subsequent taunting. That's not even emotional torture porn, that is just cruelty for its own sake.) 5. Welp, I think you know what this means, Mitch and Jackson bonding over shooting straight from raising a baby to parenting a 20-year-old Y/Y?? 6. But seriously, I am so upset at not even considering this theory before today. He's the right age! He's a conveniently random orphan! This show is all, "People love twists!" I kept assuming the father of the Miracle Baby had to be someone super significant! The biggest kicker of all is that I've assumed from the get-go that Jackson's late wife was black (which I hope is not somehow racist to assume?), and Sam is right there looking plausibly biracial as heck, and somehow not once did those two threads of thought ever cross. Come On Guys, Be Bros When I made this tongue-in-cheek request last year re: Mitch and Jackson, I could not in my wildest dreams have imagined them to one day share a grandchild, so while I honestly don't care how Jackson's being-a-daddy issues will play out, I care VERY MUCH what it means that he and Mitch are now on the same family tree, starting with how he now has an ironclad excuse to bond with Clementine and never be out of her life again. (I guess he can bond with his actual kid too. if he must.)

But that short chat on the upper level, just listening to them talk about their respective families is like catnip to my ears. I don't know how I'm supposed to read Mitch's expression after Jackson walks off in his "you worry about your family, let me worry about mine" huff, so I've elected to interpret it as "You're my family too, dumbass." (hush and let me have my dream) (Also I would kind of like to know why Jackson is still as willing to talk rationally with Mitch as he is given that Mitch is on Team Jamie, or as Jackson prefers to call it, She Devil Incarnate. I mean, it boils down to Jackson being a sexist jerk, but I still want to have All The Thinky Thoughts about how Mitch functions as a go between.) Beta Ship 2.0 MY SHIP RADAR IS BACK ON AND FULLY FUNCTIONING. I don't want to scare it away by being too excited about it. Just know that my heart burst into bloom when they got their reunion hug*, crescendoed for the kiss, and by the time they were fawning over the baby together it was pretty well at a tea kettle pitch. *Abe and Dariela take over as the center of the frame immediately, but am I looking at it or listening to them at all? No. I'm trying to shove them out of the way and peering at the edge of the screen where my new faves are nearly out of the frame, persistently tracking Jackson's hands on Tessa as they examine her cut and cup the back of her head and asdlkasjdfasd time to go dig up the 3x01 Time Capsule O' Sweetness. Various and Sundry -I enjoyed the writers finally acknowledging how awfully prone to hacking / general failure this plane is. -This was going to be its own category, but it's late, so suffice to say that Mitch + Not Being A Mess Of Emotions About His Dead Father was very nicely dovetailed with concern for Clem and a cute debate about baby names, and I'm just happy they addressed it all, if still annoyed that the impact of Max's death on Jamie was not. -Jackson takes up Mitch's vacated seat next to Clementine when the plane starts falling and has his hand bracing the baby's head and yes hello I am dying. -Clem is so excited to offer her baby to Jamie for holding, even eager to reassure her "you won't hurt him," and yes hello I am dying again. -"I know I'm right. Want to be more specific?" = thank u for this small slice of "sass that totally happens in the Normal World AU of Domesticity" (also, the pushing up his glasses bit here? ridiculously cute)

-"I don't need you to tell me what needs to be done [about Abigail]." OK Jackson, but like...you kinda do.   

-I told you before I had 18 heart attacks watching this episode live, so I don't think it's unreasonable to mention dying again re: the part where Jamie has the baby foisted upon her before she can protest, and Baby immediately stops crying*... Wait, no, this is the opposite of dying. This moment is Life.

-*nice insufficient reaction to noticing her finally holding the baby, Mitch. Who is directing this episode, because they are Bad at it. -I literally could not be more neutral about Logan's face or potential longevity. I am a 0 on the PH scale of feelings. -Everything about Jackson's final face off with Abigail and her stupid endless villain gloating was the wooorst. -I am a little concerned that reaching the barrier is supposed to qualify as our traditional episode 12 "get off now if you want this series to have a happy ending" exit, both because it's not that satisfying and because there is way too much left unresolved. I can only hope this means that we'll get it near the end of the real finale, with only a tiny twist at the end to set up a hypothetical season 4 that can be easily pinched off and forgotten if need be. Up Next: I'm not sure if I can watch the finale live. I have to have all my work done 6 hours earlier than usual, and then I'm taking off to go dog-sit all day, and if I watch it live I am gonna be useless from the time it starts airing until I drop from emotional exhaustion around 3 AM. If I can get enough work done by 9 PM, I probably will, but I also kind of want to savor it in case this is the last new one I ever get.

[boku-no-family]

Damn, your last scenario of bakugou and todoroki... you've made my heart broke into pieces lool that was PERFECT!!!!!! Your writing is amazing

Hey Sweetheart 💫 I’mreally glad you liked it! I hope I can break your heart with those again 😉

For everyone,Nonnie is talking about this post

A scenario forIida and Kirishima with a slightly insecure female s/o, who gets jealous whenshe notices how much attention the boys get

Tenya Iida

You looked up from your book, bored of “Theories of the heroics”. Stretchingyour arms behind your back, a yawn escaped your lips, not unnoticed by your boyfriend,Tenya Iida. He looked up from hisbook, his face quizzical.

“It’s nothing, I’m just a little bored”, you said,closing your book, causing a half loud clap-sound echoing through the quietself-study aisles of U.A.’s library.

He averted his glasses “Maybe you should takethis a little more serious, then it’s not boring at all”. Not really able to followhis line of argument, you sighed, waving your hand in defeat “All right, allright, I got it Mr. Serious” and opened your book again.

Your eyes flew over the lines without really payingattention to the topic. It was not like you did not get the content. Your problemwas more that everything was so reasoned with you, you didn’t see any need to botheryourself with reading the same matter, explained with various examples, over andover again. He didn’t do that remarkbecause he thought you were stupid, did he?

Shaking your head slightly, you looked up fromyour book again. Sometimes you wished Tenya was really not so stern and seriousabout everything. Of course you admired and loved his dedication, but it shouldbe okay to slack off a little once in a while.

Your concentration being disturbed, your ears caughtsome of the muffled conversations right and left beside you. More than once,you heard a “He’s so cool and intelligent”,“his dedication is so admirable”, “He looks so sexy when he speeds up” and similarthings, together in the same sentence with your boyfriend’s name. Of course intelligence makes you sexy, youthought to yourself.

Wait, wait,wait. Again, you replayed his comment in your head and suddenly it hada smart-alec taste in your ears. Was that his problem, did he consider you not smartenough? You couldn’t help, but pout a little when this conclusion appeared toyou.

Your thoughts running a little wild, you didn’tnotice that you were tapping your pencil onto the desk, until Tenya clearinghis throat caught your attention, causing you to stop your rhythmic drumming. “Couldyou please stop this? You’re disturbing me and the others, who are actuallyhere to learn something. I don’t know what’s wrong with you today”, his voicebeing a little more on edge than intended, his statement only added fuel toyour doubts.

“Tsk”, you snarled at him, getting up from yourseat and grabbing your book in one smooth motion. “Then your dimwit is not goingto bother you any longer, Mr. I’m-too-smart-for-you”. That being said, youturned on your heel and left a speechless Tenya behind.

Flashing over the green campus grounds, hecaught up to you. “Hey!”, he called out your name “Please wait!, he flashed in frontof you, forcing you to stop. “What was that about? Since when are you calling yourselfa ‘dimwit ‘?” he fumbled a little awkwardlywith his hands in the air. “Since you think I’m one”, you responded “Because obviouslyI’m not smart enough for studying, maybe you should date someone that is actuallymaking an effort to do so, Iida!”

Your fast boyfriend was completely dumbfoundedand you had to admit that now your line of argument was not the most reasonable,but that was not the point.

“Ahem…”, it actually took him some time to comeup with something “I don’t know how you jumped to this completely unreasonable conclusion,usually it’s more my thing I guess, but I’m completely fine with dating you andyour intelligence, I love you”. You blinked once or twice about the cute awkwardway your boyfriend had, to show you his appreciation and affection. Knowing thathe could be a little oblivious sometimes, you said smilingly “You know Iida, Ithink this is the part where you come and hug me” “Oh, sure”, he gripped you ina tight embrace, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, but to your surprisehe didn’t stop there. Planting another kiss on your temple and moving his lipsclose to the shell of your ear, he whispered “You know, I could show you howsexy your intelligence makes you”.

KirishimaEijirou

Sharing the same manly sports interest withyour boyfriend, Kirishima Eijrou, made things a lot easier, especially bondingtime. Boy was so happy when you started fangirling about some sorts of sports equipment;and there surely is no need to say that he got you the same boxing gloves he owns,when you told him how jealous you were.

Of course this eventually led to the two of you working out together. Morning runs and sparing in the park being your ownlittle equivalent to other couples date nights.

Although, this is also where your problemstarts. You don’t know when he picked this habit up, but usually during sparingthere would be this moment when Kirishima would carelessly throw away hisshirt. He then gives you a smug smile, but apart from that, he acts as obliviousas ever, continuing with whatever the two of you were currently doing. Thefirst few times this happened, you were a blushing mess, but somehow you’ve gottena little used to it, admiring his toned chest and the movements of his muscles wheneverhe is moving.

However, what still bugs you are the stares ofother people, especially girls. You can’thelp, but shooting poisonous glances at every female creature who dares towatch your boyfriend even a second too long. Usually, this would help to keepthe bystanders away and every so often, you would try to calm yourself downwith the thought that only you were allowedto touch him and his super delicious chest.

That was until today and that unfortunatemoment, accurately four minutes ago.

You are standing on the sidelines, baring your teethat the scene unfolding in front of you. A soft summer breeze is flattering aroundyou, shaking the leaves above your head as you furiously count every second thisbeast is occupying your boyfriend.

She was sneaking around already, while you andKirishima were still sparing, like she was purposefully waiting to catch yourbreak. She came all up with her squeaky voice “Hey, you’re Red Riot, right? That’sso cool!”, the rest of her drivel talk being drowned by the blood rushing throughyour ears.

At the moment, you aren’t sure what bothers youmore, her presence itself or the fact that your boyfriend seems not to care atall. To you, it is clear as day that she is trying to flirt with him. Youalmost acknowledge her courage for having the guts to pull that move in frontof your eyes. What is so great about her anyway? Her waving long hair? Her well-proportionedboobs? They are actually a little biggerthan yours. Her abs? Why is she wearingonly a sports bra? Or her toned booty? Maybeyou need a little more squats.

You are low key salty when you snap out of yourthoughts because your ears catch some unbelievable bullshit. “Can I touch your chest? It looks so superrock hard. I bet it’s a lot of hard work, it’s so cool”, she didn’t really?Just. NO. If you thought you were shocked now, then you are definitely not preparedfor what happens next. Your eyes are popping out of your head, when she actuallytouches his upper body, gliding her finger over his well-defined muscles. Yourmouth is agape when you hear him saying “Thanks, your abs are nice too”

If this was a train ride, then the cars are definitelyderailed now.

“Oi, Red Riot!” you bellow and he evidently flinchesby you calling him with his hero name. Without a second thought, you send hiswater bottle flying, straight into his face. He is so super startled, that he onlysees you turning angrily on your heels, stomping away, out of the park.

You’re so angry, you don’t even recognize that you’rerunning home, but you do notice your baffled boyfriend only a few steps behindyou. You desperately try to get away from him, but finally, he catches up toyou while you struggle to open your door.

Still shirtless and not really knowing how toreact, he pins you down on the wall beside the window. Still trying to catchhis breath, he tries again to understand what just happened. “Babe, what wasthat?”, but you refuse again to answer him, averting his gaze and struggling inhis arms. “Babe, talk to me please”, using his body weight to keep you from squirmingin his arms, he then grabs your chin, turning your head to face him. “Baby,please”, he begs, but you only hiss at him. “Don’t touch me and keep your dirtybody from me, where this ugly chicken touched you with her filthy hands”

You are surprised when you feel that he’s actuallytaking a step away from you. Curious, you finally make an effort to look at him.Though, what you see makes your heart clench. Kirishima stands in front of you,like a beaten puppy. “I’m sorry Baby”, and his voice is way too quiet for his usualbright demeanor “I just wanted to be nice to her, ya know? Cuz it’s a nice feelingbeing recognized, but I deffo didn’t mean to offend ya. I’m so sorry baby”

All of a sudden, you feel so dumb, so ashamed.You know exactly how low he thinks of his quirk, of himself as a hero. Youalmost cry because you feel so stupid and you really want to punch yourself fornot realizing it earlier.  

When he sees tiny teardrops sparkling in thecorner of your eye, he reaches out for you “Babe, I’m rea-“, but this time you’refaster. Without a warning, you jump into his arms, locking your legs around hiswaist “No, no, no baby”, and you pepper his face with kisses “I’m sorry, I’m sosorry Eiji”, finally catching his lips, pulling him into a feverish, apologetickiss.

By the time, you both draw back for oxygen, heshoots you a beaming smile “Ya know what babe? If you think I’m filthy, I thinkyou need to help me clean a little” Giving you a boyish laugh, he throws youover his shoulder and enters your apartment, aiming straight for the shower.

Thank you guys for reading! 💙 It’s my first scenario with Iida and I’m still a little unsure about my depiction of him 🙈

[g0re-whore]

Tagged by @3-d-g-y​ Thanks!

Rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

THE LAST

1. drink: some purple thing that tasted like cotton candy 2. phone call: “wrong number” “oh okay”

3. text message: some meme to a friend who lives too far away for my pigeon to reach 4. song you listened to: Little One by Highly Suspect 5. time you cried: this afternoon 6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. been cheated on: no 9. lost someone special: yeah? 10. been depressed: LMAO 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: teetotaler here 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS 12. Royal Purple 13. Purple/Magenta 14. Just...any shade of purple lmao...

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. made new friends: nah  16. fallen out of love: that happens all the time 17. laughed until you cried: nah 18. found out someone was talking about you: nah

19. met someone who changed you: nah 20. found out who your friends are: all my friends are online c: 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: nah GENERAL 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: 6? i haven’t been on fb for eons. 23. do you have any pets: @suga-is-sugoi​ has a new cat who is being raised under my name if that counts lmao. bless you suga. 24. do you want to change your name: yes. i want my legal name to be “Jawbreaker Fireson” and then id try and work at cartoon network because otherwise whats the point 25. what did you do for your last birthday: watch my younger brother who wanted to be a rapper freestyle for me. now he’s fifteen and an award winning poet. what a lad. i share some genes with an artist. maybe im not as useless as i may seem to be...just maybe... 26. what time did you wake up:  5:45 am sharp (my mom’s a teacher so we must reach school early which, according to faculty, is basically the break of dawn smh) 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: writing 28. name something you can’t wait for: death? just kdding. i can’t wait for med school 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: a minute ago 31. what are you listening to right now: ナンセンス文学  because i liked the vid but then the song got stuck in my head haha 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yup. like three of them. 33. something that is getting on your nerves: my curriculum 34. most visited website: The Scientific American. i visit that site pretty regularly lmao. maybe ill try and expand to some other sources too once i pass the MCATs and pick out some good journals. 35. hair colour: dark brown 36. long or short hair: not too short not too long 37. do you have a crush on someone: @suga-is-sugoi​ 38. what do you like about yourself: haha. im going to have to steal this answer from 3dgy but “probably the fact that I’m not a postmodernist” is a mood. 39. want any piercings: nah 40. blood type: AB 41. nickname: lord lekvilittus of lekvallius prime, ruler and commander of earth, the multiverse, and the entirety of the cosmos jr. 42. relationship status: single but probably too immature to mingle 43. zodiac: leo. rawr. 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: generator rex because i am top tier trash  46. tattoos: nah 47. right or left handed: right because when i was three i was told left handed people would go to hell or something so i didnt really have much of a choice 48. surgery: minor surgery back in the day 49. piercing: one on each ear 50. sport: golf because i live beside a golf course (wow. that sounds a lot more pretentious than i intended for it to be lol)  51. vacation: going to vietnam very soon 52. pair of trainers: two. they’re both purple.  MORE GENERAL 53. eating: just had ice cream 54. drinking: the blood of my enemies 55. im about to: jump off a bridge complete the compulsory essays i need to pass. 

56. waiting for: the new bnha episode! c: 57. want: to get into med school. like really bad. like really really really bad. oh god please get me into here. please. please. please. i’ll do anythi- 58. get married: why not?! i can’t, for the life of me, imagine who would be crazy enough to be willing to subject themselves to that though lmao. 59. career: pediatrics! the field is subject to change. i love neurology as well but i suppose its simply more fun in theory.

WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: how about hugs and kisses c;

61. lips or eyes: uh...is this one of those “if you had to loose an organ which one would it be?” types of questions? 62. shorter or taller: don’t matter 63. older or younger: younger 64. nice arms or nice stomach: nice...body would be...nice? 65. hook up or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: can’t be bothered to revolt unless its fun HAVE YOU EVER 67. kissed a stranger: nah 68. drank hard liquor: thanks but ill pass lmao 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: a girl took glasses off my face and stepped on them 70. turned someone down: yes we’re really good friends though. we read the communist manifesto together. 71. sex on the first date: nah 72. broken someone’s heart: okay we may be friends but he does still send me edgy, heart break poetry 73. had your heart broken: hmm... 74. been arrested: not yet 75. cried when someone died: nah 76. fallen for a friend: oh god...

DO YOU BELIEVE IN 77. yourself: no but im extremely thirsty for my parents validation which they never give. back when they used to i kind of did but i was also a child... 78. miracles: being alive in the same era as some pretty cool people. im looking at you @3-d-g-y, @chvvva, @suga-is-sugoi and god id spend ages trying to tag them all lmao. y’all rock. 79. love at first sight: i feel in love with a voice once so at first “hearing“ perhaps 80. santa claus: slide down my chimney faster daddy 81. kiss on the first date: go for it 82. angels: yup just look @suga-is-sugoi c; OTHER 83. current best friends name: darkness the edgehog 84. eye colour: brown 85. favorite movie: The Handmaiden 

wow you made it! tagging @chvvva @suicidefordummies @suga-is-sugoi @castrumwritings @hyomi-sama

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Jason Todd: The Arrangement

A/N: Hopefully, this isn’t as bad as I think it is. It’s on Wattpad and now I’ve posted it on here. Also a fem!reader, I usually try to keep them neutral but I couldn't with this. My apologies.

Warnings: Language, implied sexual content.

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An arrangement. That’s all it was. That’s all it was supposed to be. This ‘thing’ you had with Jason, it didn’t mean anything - it was just sex. Like how Roy and Kori had no strings attached, Jason and you did the same and it was great. It’d just happen sometimes and particularly after long missions or for stress relief because you both knew you needed it with everything that was going on in your chaotic lives.

How it started was somewhat blurry, you were all at the bar and had downed a couple of drinks when Roy and Kori ‘disappeared’ leaving Jason and you behind. This was fine, you were both good friends and would joke around often so the situation was never awkward. It was a woman that came up to Jason, she was dressed in a slutty/sexy dress, the details are kind of fuzzy - she asked him home with her but he refused saying he didn’t want to leave you here alone. It’s a bar, it’s Gotham, it’s late, and you’re a female. Not a good combination at all and he’d be damned if he was going to just up and leave you for this woman.

“Are you fucking her or something?” The woman interrogated after Jason had told her no, you were outraged because simply inquiring if you were his girlfriend would’ve been nicer! Jason, put an arm in front of you as you went to get up, you had a few and were more hot tempered he presumed, silently telling you he’s got this one. “Look, I would never fuck her.” Jason responded, taking a glance to you before saying so. The woman smirked, and you were slightly offended - very offended because hey you’re right here. “I mean I would, but it’d be sex or making love, I don’t know. I have too much respect for her to simply fuck her. You on the other hand… Now that’s a different story.” Jason explained further, you were honoured and the woman stormed off.

You walked back together after another drink, neither of you were 100% sober but you weren’t tipsy or drunk either so you were completely stable walking home. By the time you’d got back you had forgotten to say thanks so you kissed him on the cheek and did just that. Jason stared at you for a moment, then his lips crashed into yours and you kissed back, this lead to you being pinned against the wall with your legs hung on his hips as he continued to kiss you. “Are you sure you want to do this? Because you’re going to have to stop me now if you don’t want this to go further (y/n).” Jason kindly inquired once he’d briefly removed his attention from lavishing the sweet spot on your neck to hear your response. “Yes I’m sure, it doesn’t have to mean anything.” You breathlessly replied, and so you both continued after he carried you to your room.

Thankfully, you were up first and your bed was empty when you awoke - as per usual you made yourself a drink and sat at the table when Jason walked out of his room. “Jay, I had the weirdest dream last night - me and you…” You began, thinking that it might’ve actually been a dream since there was no evidence but upon seeing Jason so relaxed when he’d got up and sending you a confused look you guessed it happened. You slept with your friend last night.

“It wasn’t a dream was it?” Jason shook his head in reply whilst you laid your forehead on the table, closing your eyes and sighing. “C'mon (y/n), I wasn’t that bad.” The man joked, attempting to lighten your mood. “No you were great, the sex was exceptional.” You complimented calmly, Jason was smirking. Big time. It went on from there, you found it benefitted you both.

You were apart of the Outlaws anyway, so you had a good friendship with Jason that wasn’t at all affected by what you were both doing - you’d sleep together (with protection of course) and pretend it didn’t happen, nothing would change. You assumed Roy and Kori knew, just as you both knew about them but these arrangement’s didn’t affect the dynamic of the team in any way - they were what they were and made you all feel better in some form, so there was no issues with it. One of you was always gone by the time morning arrived depending on who’s room you were in, not once did either of you make it more than it was and you liked it that way. It was a good arrangement.

However, over time it had started to change, you honestly thought it’d be you who gave in but shockingly it was Jason. It was his room this time, after a rough fight with a gang and once you’d cleaned yourselves up things escalated from there - it was amazing, it was always amazing but afterward when you slowly sat up and moved to the edge of the bed in order to to slip out of his room, he spoke.

“Stay (y/n).” Jason’s voice was soft, though his breathing a little ragged due to recent activities. This had never happened, ever so you being speechless was a severe understatement. His arms were propped behind his head whilst he stared up at the ceiling, the sheets reaching tantalisingly low on his abdomen meaning his abs were still on show. You didn’t know what on Earth compelled you to stay with him that night but you did, you laid yourself back down on the bed next to him and slipped yourself under the sheets for extra warmth, falling asleep soon after.

Sunlight filtered through the window the next morning stirring you from your sleep, you took a brief glance at your unfamiliar surroundings muttering a quick “Shit.” upon realising where you were. That wasn’t the strangest aspect of the situation though, you were warm - especially on your back and regretfully it was originating from Jason. His arm situated around your waist holding you very close to him, he was nuzzled into the nape of your neck and you could feel his every breathe against your ear. “Shit…”

Carefully you tried to remove yourself from his grip, it was difficult because Jason was strong so doing your best to get out without stirring him was impossible since you soon felt him place soft kisses to your neck and shoulder during your struggle. Immediately you froze, and he knew it - he released his hold, allowing you to roll onto your back with a questioning look as he was hovering over you.

In your description, Jason wore a lopsided grin before resuming his work on your shoulder and collarbone then working his way up. Again, it baffled you as to why you gave into him by tilting your head so he’d have better access to your neck but you did. Jason soon reached your lips and began to kiss you passionately then slowly pulled away after a minute or so. “What? You up for round 2 or something Jay?” You asked with a hint of sarcasm in your husky morning voice. It confused you further when he shook his head signalling that that wasn’t what he wanted, he placed a final lingering kiss to your lips and got up.

After that night, you both began to stay with one another more frequently after having sex, with the results varying from time to time. Occasionally they resulted in a round 2 or 3, you’d both just get over it or there’d be sarcastic remarks thrown. “Leaving so soon?” He voiced as you went to leave the room. “I should’ve left sooner.” A true statement, and you both knew that but couldn’t accept it. “I think you’re getting attached to me. I don’t blame you of course.” Jason remarked, gesturing to his body. “Yeah well I wasn’t the one who asked myself to stay Jason - I think you’re getting attached.” You wittily replied, shutting his door behind you. “Maybe…”

It had been a few months since the whole thing had started and you could feel that there was something different about it in the recent weeks, it wasn’t how it used to be. The only way you could explain it is how it wasn’t just sex anymore, there was something else that came with it but exactly what that was still eluded you. Although it was probably for the best if you didn’t dwell on them, or voice you concerns to Jason and happily left your questions unanswered.

With all of that pushed to the back of your mind like usual you continued with the operation to take out one of Black Mask’s shipments that would earn him a lot of money. The Outlaws just couldn’t resist not jumping this one, so you soon found yourself fighting a bunch of drug smugglers on the docks. It was going well until Red Hood captured your attention with yet another sarcastic statement. Great.

“I’ve done something stupid!” Red Hood yelled mid way through the brawl.

“Again?!” The sarcasm flowed from your lips as you punched a thug in the jaw.

“I’m serious. This is probably the worst.” The vigilante responded, matching your tone. “I’m always fixing your problems, so would you just spill!” You dodged a bullet shot, but still managed a reply before disarming the guy.

“You can’t fix this one (y/n), you can either make it better or worse.” Red Hood managed, tone more serious as he landed a kick to someone’s gut.

“It can’t be that bad, who or what does it involve.” “Us - you and me.”

“There’s an us?” You questioned with an upbeat attitude, ducking under a punch and sent the attacker to the floor with a brisk kick to the groin the quickly rolling out of the range of another bullet.

“You’re missing the point.” He stated a matter-of-factly causing you to scowl. “Then tell me the damn point.”

“It’s not that easy!” Red Hood was beginning to get frustrated, you could tell. “You’re making it complicated.” You happily retorted, performing a drop kick. “Trust me, I’m not!”

“I can be the judge of that if you’d tell me!” You yelled, evidently you were starting to get annoyed with the lack of information you’d obtained.

“I can’t!” “Why not?!” You pushed further, sliding across the ground to pick up an abandoned gun to shoot your attackers and maybe defend your teammates if they needed it.

“I’m not sure how to!” It must be something Jason doesn’t like talking about was the theory you’d acquired based on his justification. “Just say it!” “No!” “C'mon Jason!!!”

“I fell in love with you!”

That statement completely threw you off and you kneed the last person in the face so they fell to the floor unconscious leaving you dumbfounded, shocked and slowly turning to Red Hood who was taking off his helmet.

“What? No, that can’t happen - you couldn’t have, shouldn’t have… How did it?!” You panicked, apparently in denial about his love for you because it shouldn’t exist.

“I don’t know how love fucking works (y/n), but it sucks! One second I’m with my friend and the next I’m waking up with this beautiful woman in bed with me, the morning sun is hitting her skin and honestly she looks like a vision. Her (h/c) hair is tousled because of me from the night before but it looks so sexy, she gets up to stretch wearing a (f/c) camisole and I’m taken with her because at that moment I’m realising she’s everything to me. I couldn’t help it, I was up and inches away from her in seconds, both of us still tangled in the sheets and she’s smiling at me, blushing and looking away asking me what was wrong - and she looked so perfect. Then I was kissing her, my lips were on hers in an instant and I’m pushing her back down onto the bed because I didn’t know how to tell her I’d just accepted that she was the love of my life.”

“I remember that…” You quietly acknowledged, still at a loss for words after reminiscing on the month old memory Jason had beautifully described.

“Say something. Please.” “I - I don’t know, this wasn’t supposed to mean anything. No strings attached.” You rushed, the point of the justification still unknown but by the look on Jason’s face - it hurt him.

“So you haven’t felt it? It’s not just sex to me anymore (y/n).” His voice was cracking toward the end and you knew feelings and emotions weren’t his favourite things to discuss.

“I have, and me neither. There’s something there, and as much as I try to deny it… I love you too Jay.” You whispered, the last part rolling off of your tongue and Jason was ecstatic to hear those words even if his expression didn’t show it.

Instead he pulled you in for a lingering kiss, making sure to let everyone know that you were officially his girl now. The hand that didn’t hold his helmet went to the small of your back pulling you against him so he could continue to kiss you. “This probably wasn’t the best place to confess your love for each other y'know.” Roy claimed, lightly nudging the arm of an unconscious thug.