#also sorry i was too lazy to gif the rest of the scene

[clary-jace]

DAWSON'S CREEK | 3x01 - "Like a Virgin"

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hey there! I might have an oddly specific request, but like. I am craving a trope but I am too lazy to write anything myself. Feel free to not accept this :"D

Could you write maybe like a *micro* oneshot about Boothill finding his past lover (from before his planet got nuked), but here's the thing, the lover did an ftm transition, so Boothill may have not realised at first.

And secondly, there is a child. Boothill's, but he had no idea.

The circumstances under what they reconnect is up to you. Wether it's fluff or angst, also.

Thank you in advance, cool writer person!<3

🌑felt that first part😭 ALSO this idea is so good rAAAH I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IIITT (idk if this sucks but i hope i did this wonderful idea justice my dear, i poured all my love into this ❤️)

ALSO ALSO listened to 'Would you fall in love with me again' on loop writing this cuz the vibes are immaculate :)

Warnings: Spoilers for Boothill's backstory, mention of reader pre-transition as 'her' once but by male descriptors everwhere else, I have no experience writing ftm reader's so forgive my ignorance and let me know if I did good if you can 🥺

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

The saloon is lively, crowded, not Boothill’s usual scene but fate or whatever sorry god is in charge of his path brought him here. His mission is complete and he’s exhausted – so out drinking he goes, even though he can barely feel the drink’s effects anymore. He supposes it must be the principle of the thing, a sort of tradition that helps him not lose his mind along the way.

Boothill scans the room by instinct, seeing dancing couples fill the entire room up to the corners – some slowly, some so fast it’s as if the universe is about to implode. A flash of a memory stings at the back of his brain, but he ignores it.

“Uhm! Mister!” Chirps a high pitched voice from below, clearly directed at himself. Looking down he spots a chubby-faced little girl, at which he raises a brow. Why a girl her age would ever think to approach him of all people in the saloon, he cannot imagine.

“Can you help me up, please? I wanna ask for some water,” she asks, polite but determined.

“Oh, well of course little lady!” He responds, gently holding her up and placing her onto the stool, once the cloud of nostalgia is gone from before his eyes. She just looks so familiar… The particular shade of brown of her eyes��

“Thank you mister!” The girl says brightly, sitting all cute and proper as Boothill waves the barkeep over, “It’s no trouble. Whatcha doin’ here, anyway? Y’ain’t alone, right?”

“Oh no mister, I’m here with my papa!” She replies cheerfully, pointing to the center of the room where the most people gather. Between swaying bodies he finds who she points at – twirling a giggling old lady is who Boothill suspects is the girl’s ‘papa’.

The cyborg cowboy no longer has a heart, nor a chest really, but it feels as if it stops in that moment. You don't spot him yet, lost as you are in your own little world, twirling around as sweat builds at your hairline.

But to Boothill everyone else fades as the pieces click into place – a grassfield beneath a starry sky, the love of his life before him, his flesh and bone hands around her blushing face… your face… no matter how you’ve changed, it’s you, he’d recognize you anywhere.

He must be seeing ghosts, surely. The girl’s father must just look like you, that’s it, it has to be, you’re dead… you have to be.

But Boothill knows in his soul that it is. You’re right there, dancing without a care in the world, changed and yet the same.

“Mister?” The little girl to him again, grasping at one of his sleeves and he turns. Her eyes, that particular shade of brown… it’s his, from when he was still flesh and blood. His head hurts. He feels drunk and crazy, maybe he should stop drinking after missions.

“There you are! You should’ve told me you wanted to rest,” You lightheartedly tell the girl, panting as you wipe sweat from your brow. From this close he’s sure it’s you, but Boothill still feels a little crazy for his thoughts. “Made a friend–?!”

The moment your eyes meet his, Boothill is finally sure it’s you. And he can tell you remember him too. Both of you seem stuck in time, gazing at each other like you’ve seen a ghost, which maybe you have, all things considered. The both of you should be dead.

Your mouth opens to speak but no words come out and you’re aching for a glass of water of your own. He’s here, alive and…

“You’ve… changed.” Boothill says lamely – so many things he wants to say, things he should’ve said long ago, things he would’ve said if he knew you were alive all this time.

“S-So have you!” Your voice cracks as you gawk at him, “You’re all… metal?”

Boothill chuckles, nerves eased by the familiarity that settles over the two of you – seems you haven't changed where it counts. “Yeah… it’s a long story.”

“Well, all I have is time.” He can tell you’re still upset with him, perhaps you will be for a while– heck! He’s upset with himself! He should’ve gone back for you, checked, double checked, triple checked!

“Just tell me one thing first;” The cyborg asks, watching as the girl sprints off towards who he assumes is a friend of hers, “Is she…” he points at himself.

“... Yeah. Her name’s Julia.” You tell him, sitting where she was, shoulders still tense as you watch him closely. He’s still as handsome as always, more rugged perhaps, more tired and grim, but the sight of his face still makes your heart stutter with affection. 

Boothill sighs heavily at the information, like the air’s been punched from his lungs, slumping over the bar and covering his eyes. You, alone as your planet burned while he went off to punish the ones who did it, was a heartbreaking enough picture to paint, but with a child? His child?

If they hadn't taken his tear ducts, he’d be filling the saloon up to the ceiling with his tears.

“Hey now, you can cry about it later, ok?” You say awkwardly, knowing you might start crying too if he does. 

He does as you ask, finally raising his head to look at you properly. You’re as beautiful as he remembers, of course you are. You could never stop looking so unfairly stunning to him, never.

Squirming in place as his cybernetic lock onto you, you feel the need to fill the empty space between you – as much as you wish to act like nothing had changed, a lot had, “How did you… recognize me?”

He finds it to be an odd question, of course he’d recognize you, yours is the only face he seems when he closes his eyes, haunting the few dreams he does have like a siren’s song beckoning him to linger within the memories of a better life before he became what he is now, “Y’haven’t changed that much.”

You blink at him, suddenly self-conscious, “... haven't I?”

Oh no, you look upset. He should’ve just said what he was thinking instead of whatever that was, “I– I didn't mean it like– I mean, you look great! Fudge I–”

You’re laughing, open and bright and lovely. Laughing at him no doubt, but laughing, “W-what– why do you– Fudge?”

“Ah, well, that’s part of that long story I told ya’bout.” He replies bashfully, because yeah, it would be strange to hear that coming out of his mouth to you.

Catching your breath and wiping the tears from your eyes, you smile fondly at the cowboy, “Sounds to me like we have some catching up to do.”

The farm boy in him wishes still that nothing had changed, that he could wake up from his dream and lay in the field beneath the stars again, hold you against his warm chest like always and have no IPC blood caked under his metaphorical nails, only dirt and sand from a hard day’s work. But the galaxy ranger he is now likes it better this way – change is inevitable and all things considered, this is one of the more fortunate outcomes of your story. 

You’ve both changed, but not where really it counts.

“That we do, sweetheart.”

[youre-amazing-say-it]

A fic with rdj babying teen reader!

Papa-Bear Mode

Summary: The reader gets a tiny injury during her first fight scene, and RDJ goes full Papa-Bear Mode.

Warning: talks about stuntwork, swearing, little cut on the forearm

A/N: sorry these are taking so long. my bad!

"All Right guys, shooting in 30. Get ready!" You heard the Russo Brothers speak into the megaphone. You were off talking to the stunt coordinator, Meghan when you heard the announcement. You were about to shoot your first-ever fight scene and were terrified. The shakey breath you let out was evidence of it. "You got this girl, it's a very simple scene, no harnesses. just fighting," she spoke as she rubbed your shoulder, helping you relax. "Yeah, but what if-"

"So Pipsqueak! heard you are doing your first stunt scene today!" you heard a voice behind you say. Robert walked over and stood right behind you, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, giving them. gentle squeeze. "Yes, and I am FREAKING OUT!" you shouted as you pushed his hands off you.

"Hey hey calm down kiddo, okay?" he spoke softly as he turned you around for an embrace. With your head on his chest, he mouthed to Meghan that he got it, sending her on her way. "Now," he continued as you stood still, "why are you scared?"

"Look stunts can be scary, and I don't want to get hurt or injured because of something I messed up," you said looking at the brown-haired man in the eyes. "Well, do you know what you need to do for the scene?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I mean yeah but-"

Robert made a shushing sound before you could even continue. "And I'm sure Meghan and the rest of the stunt coordination crew have your safety in mind while working out this scene. So you will be fine, you got this, okay pipsqueak?" he spoke to you. You let out the breath you have been holding in. "Okay, I got this. You are right." You spoke confidently before embracing RDJ once more.

"Thanks, Robert, I appreciate you." You felt him give the top of your head and you squeezed him tighter. "And I appreciate you, Y/n. Now you ready to go kick some ass?" he shouted as he raised his hand for a high five. You easily returned it, "Hell yeah, let's go!"

TIME SKIP

"Alright Y/n, let's shoot that scene one more time, okay?" you heard Anthony Russo speak into the megaphone. You gave them a thumbs-up from up on the railing where you were fighting the villain of the movie (I'm too lazy to decide who it is). You looked to the side of the stage and saw Robert watching you and also gave you a thumbs-up. So far all of the takes have been great, and no one has gotten seriously injured. Once this take was done, you were excited to just go to bed.

"Okay, an ACTION!" They shouted and you and your scene partner got to work. You quickly dodged the punch, went in for a kick, and continued your routine. Everything was going great until you heard some rattling above you. you couldn't look up so you tried not to let your anxiety show through. It wasn't until you got to the part where your partner had you up against the wall that you heard the sound of a part coming undone. Before you knew it, two small boards came crashing down on you and your partner. You felt one of the edges scratch your arm before landing on the floor.

"CUT! CUT!" You and your partner let go of each other and quickly checked yourself over for injuries. "You okay Y/n?" they spoke. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a cut on my forearm. What about you?" you asked them, "Nothing I think I'm - " they were saying before you felt Robert crushing you with his arms. "Oh my god Y/n!" He shouted into your ears. He let you go and held out your arms. "Robert Im fine, I promise. You said as you chucked. You felt his eyes scan your body, checking you for injuries.

"MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC!" he shouted as he took your injured arm and tried to turn it into the light to get a good view of it. "Robert I said Im fine! It's just a cut, see?" you said as you tried to pull your arm out of his grip, but he wasn't budging. "Look it could be infected, or worse than it looks. So let's just be safe okay?" he asked as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

You chuckled at him before reluctantly agreeing, " Okay papa bear, I'll get it checked out." You could hear him say "I'm not a papa bear," under his breath as you too made your way towards the medics on set. "Yes you are, and it's very adorable. Thanks for looking out for me." He leaned down and kissed your head.

"I gotta look out for my cubs."

[watching-sam-and-dean-again]

Supernatural, Season 8 Sam Musings (Ranting):

There are many things I love about Season 8, like The church scene in Sacrifice, or the four (four!) brother-hugs we get throughout the season, or the moments of Dean trying to take care of Sam (even though Sam fights it), or having side characters that I actually like (for the most part … not Amelia), or the good moments of bad-brother-communication (there are some), but what I absolutely hate is the sacrificing of character for "story" that we see in this season.

So, shocking as this will be to the few who follow me or have read my thoughts (rants) before, but I’m a Sam-leaning brothers fan. And as someone who is Sam-girl adjacent, the beginning of Season 8 makes me ragey. Ironically, it was partially the "abuse" of Sam's character by the writers (among other things) that actually confirmed my tilt towards Sam because it forced me to think more deeply about Sam and his motivations. The writers also pulled some shady crap with Dean's character.

So, you can find my ramblings under the cut, if interested …

So, let’s tackle Sam's oft considered worst offense first: Sam not "looking for" Dean. What the actual fuck was this? I mean, I get it in theory; they brought Sam low in the start of the season, making him "betray" and "fail" Dean again, in order to high ten his rise to Savior Sam 2.0, but it was lazy writing, and almost unforgivable in two ways, out of character actions and failure to meaningfully explain said actions.

First, I’m sorry, but it’s just out of character to have Sam—Psychotic Without Dean—Winchester not look for his brother. We have so much canon proof of this that him not looking for Dean in season 8 is almost offensive. In "Faith" when Dean is going to die, Sam finds him to a "faith healer," and when it turns out another life was exchanged for Dean's, Sam obviously isn’t happy about it … but, I don’t exactly see him wishing to undo it either. In "In My Time of Dying," Sam is totally distraught throughout the entire episode because Dean is dying, even willing to embarrass himself in front of Dean by pulling out a "talking board" (or whatever it was called) just to try and communicate with him, and he wanted to save him so badly but didn’t know how. These two episode alone show us that Sam would not be okay with just "loosing" Dean, and that if Sam thinks there is even a hope of saving Dean, he isn’t just going to shrug and walk away. So, at the end of Season 7, if he thought Dean was still alive, the Sam we know should have been exhaustive,y hunting for Dean.

Second, if Sam thought Dean was dead, which I think was what the show was suggesting but could have made it more explicit, Sam should have been going insane, as he’s done in the past. In Mystery Spot, Sam basically becomes a revenge-driven automaton, even stabbing Fake Bobby in hope of getting Dean back. And when Dean is killed by the hellhound in "No Rest for the Wicked," Sam is destroyed. Season 4 shows us that Sam tried to trade his soul for Dean's, just an instant trade, but the demon wouldn’t deal. We see that Sam was full-on suicidal after losing Dean, basically attempting suicide by demon, drinking and taking pills. If Ruby hadn’t intervened (for her own evil purposes, but still…), he would have gotten himself killed, not might have. When none of the immediately self-distractive options worked, Sam once again went into full-on revenge mode. Sam without Dean, or at least Sam without a Dean alive somewhere in the world, is not okay. He is desperate and frightening.

Arguably, he’s not actually okay in Season 8 either, but his distress after losing Dean was too subtle, to the point that it almost makes him look a bit cold. So, to me at least, not seeing Sam very obviously fucked up, in some way beyond dating Amelia, over Dean's disappearance/death is a disservice to the character.

On the other hand, if the writers just needed Sam to not look for Dean because the drama was just too delicious for them … more important than, you know, staying true to character … then they should have bloody well shown us why. And showing us Sam shacking up with a bitchy pain in the ass Veterinarian was not giving him anything like fair treatment or good characterization, or understandable motivation.

Now, the subtext is that there was more going on in Sam's head than, "Oops, I hit a dog and met a rude vet. I guess I’ll just give up wondering if my brother is alive and move in with this woman who isn’t even particularly nice to me." He even said that hunting had gotten everyone he loved killed, and he that just "ran," in the first episode of the season. So, to me, this means Sam definitely thought Dean was dead, but the show doesn’t actually make it explicitly clear, at least I don’t think so. And this matters because there is a big difference between thinking Dean was lost and not looking for him VS thinking Dean is dead and not trying to sell his soul (or something else mystical and dangerous) to bring him back to life. It’s actually breaking the cycle and healthier for Sam to believe Dean is in heaven, and try to move on, but the show frames his actions, through Dean and Bobby as this huge failure of character. Also, Sam choosing running away from hunting (which has gotten everyone he loves killed) VS giving into revenge and basic insanity again, while not healthy in its escapism, is actually better than becoming an obsessive psycho. So, not just the fact that Sam didn’t look for Dean that is the problem, it’s the execution of how and why he didn’t look for Dean, or lack of exploration around these issues, that I’m especially annoyed by.

So, because we got what we got in the start of Season 8, my explanation to make it work, or headcanon, is that when Sam thought Dean was killed (not just missing) in the explosion of dick 😏, he utterly fell apart. As in, he collapsed in a heap and lost himself in his own head for a while. Maybe he even went a little insane again, sure that he was having a terrible hell-ucination again, even though Cas had supposedly taken his insanity onto himself at this point. Maybe he even feared he was still in the cage after all, and living through yet another nightmare scenario. So, Sam shattered. When he finally pulls himself together, he realizes he has two options, lose himself again in revenge and obsession over trying to bring Dean back to life, or give up the life that has brought him nothing but pain (and Dean, but Dean's gone now). So, he goes with the latter, thinking surly Dean would prefer that he try to live a normal, non-hunting life rather than utterly losing himself in suicidal behavior and revenge again … right?

What the show doesn’t bother to address either, and what many fans seem not to consider or care about, is that pre-Season 8 Sam has only had the devil out of his head for a matter of weeks/months at this point, and he’s still chalk full of fairly newly recalled hell trauma from being stuck in the cage with said devil for over a hundred years. Dean still wasn’t okay in Season 5, a season after getting out of his 40 year stint in hell, and the show addressed this pretty clearly, which is good. With Sam, the show doesn’t bother to remind the audience of his trauma or link it in any meaningful way to Sam's decision to give up hunting and not try to get Dean beck.

I think that’s the most unforgivable part of the first half of the season for me, not showing us in a way that, while some fans might still not consider it a good enough reason, the audience can at least understand why Sam made the choice he did. If the writers wanted Sam to make a decision that was not consistent with what we have seen of him this far, then they needed to show us why he acted differently this time. The show gave us a buttload of flashbacks (often not smoothly), so they could have very easily given us a few flashbacks of Sam falling apart, choosing to try to live without going insane over Dean, grieving his brother. We could have seen these things and still had time for him to meet and stay with a woman (not Amelia) for even, say, six months before Dean gets out of purgatory. Dean could even not be satisfied with Sam's explanation, or Sam could get defensive and not tell Dean how bad he was doing at first, so the brother drama could still be in tact, but at least the audience would understand Sam's motivations more. In a show where Dean usually gets the benefit of the doubt due to being our more regular POV protagonist, the narrative, and his protectiveness, it was a poor choice not to flesh out Sam's decisions more.

Season 8 was one of the rare times we actually see things from Sam's POV fairly often, and they wasted it on an unlikable love interest and half-explained motivations. The way the season is structured, it looks like it’s actually trying to argue that Amelia was the reason Sam gave up hunting (and Dean), but then it depicts her as incredibly harsh, annoying, and, frankly, not worth giving up Dean for. Giving Sam this particular love interest, one he has no chemistry with, makes it even harder to empathize with him because we (or most of the audience) don’t like her.

The real reason Sam gives up is essentially that hunting cost him too much, and he was too broken to carry on after losing Dean. But, the emphasis on the relationship, even though it’s explained that Sam and Amelia were basically just two broken people pulled together by their pain, doesn’t do enough to actually make it appealing, or to make me buy that Sam even loves her. I get that the show isn’t on the side of Sam living a normal life, and that’s actually fine, but making the relationship so … lame just helps stack the deck against Sam.

Meanwhile, Dean's friend-who-isn’t-Sam is incredibly likable, so we sympathize with Dean giving up Benny for Sam mid season, but most of us have been waiting for the moment when we no longer have to see Amelia being grating all over our screens since pretty much the first time we saw her. Thus, Dean's jealousy, dismissive remarks regarding Amelia, and his casual cruelty in letting Sam think she’s in danger just to get him out of the way, have less weight with the audience because so many of us don’t like her anyway. Whereas, Sam's sudden hate for vampires when he’s always been the more sympathetic brother when it comes to monsters, feels like it comes out of nowhere. And he ends up looking like a dick because the audience knows that Benny is a good guy (vampire), even though Sam doesn’t. Dean is no less jealous of Amelia than Sam is of Benny, but it comes across as more unreasonable in Sam's case. And he seems to be the only one who is often considered to be acting petty.

Here too, I feel the show does a bad job showing Sam's motivations. Sam has an instant hate-on for Benny, and his stated reasons are pretty much … he’s a vampire. And when arguing with Dean, the show has Sam bring up Amy. I mean, sure, Amy was a more recent monster and issue in their lives, but she isn’t a fitting Benny parallel, in my opinion. To me, Benny was to Sam, what Ruby was to Dean. They are both monsters: vampire VS demon. They both saved a brother’s life: Ruby saved a suicidal Sam VS Benny saving Dean in a land of Monsters. Both fought alongside a brother for a shared goal: Sam killing Lilith vs Dean getting out of Purgatory. Both monsters caused jealousy for sort of replacing the other brother: Sam chose to trust Ruby over Dean regarding Lilith VS Dean literally telling Sam that Benny (unlike Sam) has never let him down, and he lies to Sam to protect Benny. Sam should have brought up the mistake of trusting Ruby in their argument, if he thinks Dean is wrong to trust Benny. Of course, if Sam so much as said "Ruby," Dean would probably just fixate on Sam not listening to him back then. The thing is, looking at the Benny issue in relation to Ruby, it’s actually fair that Sam distrusts Benny. Of course, i do I think he’s also jealous and feels guilty.

Anyway, the season then sort of tries to make up for Sam being hard to sympathize with, by making Dean be straight up cruel to him a few times, which I don’t love either.

[cameronspecial]

A Glowing Reminder of Her

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Blood and Home Invasions.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has been by Lockwood’s side for as long as he can remember. She was there when his parents died, when Jessica died and when he started Lockwood and Co. But who will be there for him when he loses the last part of his old life?

Y/N’s day starts off like any other day. She wakes up cuddled into Lockwood’s arms with his soft breath tickling her face and her head somewhat buried into her neck. She slowly untangles herself from him as to not wake him up and makes her way downstairs. She flicks on the kettle and begins toasting bread for everyone. Eventually, George arrives in the kitchen to make the rest of the components for a full English because it is always a mess when Y/N is left in charge of anything but toast. One by one the other members of the family enter the kitchen lazily. Before Lockwood sits down beside Y/N, he places a soft kiss on her lips then foreheads like he does every morning. Breakfast goes smoothly with the sound of laughter reverberating throughout the house. 

The cleaning of the dished goes relatively fast and Y/N gently takes one of Lockwood’s hands to lead him upstairs to their shared room. Once the door closes, a big smile appears on the girl’s face and she gently leans up towards Lockwood to give him a kiss. He is quick to respond, kissing her back slowly while bringing his hands to her hair to pull her in closer. The pair continue to kiss for a few minutes until they hear banging coming from the door. “Stop kissing you too. Lockwood, you need to get ready before we are late to meet our client. Also, Y/N, Lucy is going out for groceries so tell her if you need anything,” George yells from the other side of the door. Lockwood pulls away from Y/N with a chuckle, but not before giving her one quick peck on the lips. “Okay, George. I’m getting ready,” Lockwood announces, knowing that George won’t leave until he responds. 

Lockwood is almost ready when he stops in front of Y/N for her to tie the tie she chose for him today. She smiles at him, showing him the purple tie in her hand. Lockwood looks confused as he has never seen that before, “When did you get that one?” “I got it yesterday when I was shopping for more supplies for the agency,” she informs him whilst tying it for him. “Ahh, that explains it. I like it. What are you planning on doing on your day off, my little sapphire?” “I’m probably just going to get some laundry done then read my book. I just want a lazy day today,” she tells him, giving him one final kiss on the lips. She walks downstairs with him to the front door to see everyone off. Y/N closes the door after Lucy, Lockwood and George are out of her sight. 

——

Y/N is putting away laundry in her room; lost with her head in the clouds. Maybe Lockwood and her can go bowling for a date this weekend. This causes her to not hear the glass shatter downstairs or the creeping of feet up the stairs. By the time she hears the creak of the floor behind her, it is too late. The intruder is shocked to see Y/N and in a panic shoots her then flees the scene of the crime. A cold feeling trenches the girl and a surprised look is found on her face. The only thought going through her mind is to apply pressure on the wound and the worry that Lockwood had returned home without her knowledge, which would also make him in danger. A sudden feeling of tiredness washes over her so she lies down in bed. Blood stains her finger a shade of red. Unfortunately, Y/N didn’t think about calling for help and by the time she thought about it, she is already unconscious. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you longer, Lockwood. She thinks while drifting off to the never waking sleeping. 

——

Lucy returns home after a few hours with the groceries; however, she is immediately alarmed upon seeing the kitchen door open, surrounded by broken glass. She drops the bags to run upstairs for Y/N. Seeing the girl on the bed instantly causes Lucy’s face to go pale. She goes to check Y/N pulses and feels sick when she feels nothing. How is she supposed to tell Lockwood the person he loves is no longer with them? How will she manage to live alone with the boys? Lucy snaps out of her thoughts as she realizes she needs to call DEPRAC to help with the tragic scene. 

——

The first thing Lockwood and George notice is the multitude of DEPRAC vehicles outside 35 Portland Row. Panic sweeps into Lockwood once he remembers Y/N was home alone and he quickly runs into the house without a care for the DEPRAC agents trying to stop him. He is almost to his shared room, but Lucy grabs him before he can go the rest of the way. “Lockwood, you don’t want to go in there,” she warns as she pulls him into a tight hug. The sight of the blood on her hands confirms what he does not want to admit is true. If Y/N had only been hurt, then DEPRAC wouldn’t be here and she would’ve insisted on seeing him to provide him reassurance. “No, I have to see. Lucy, I have to see her. Please,” the boy pleads to the girl, struggling to get out of her arms. 

“I promise, you don’t. We should go wait in the front room while DEPRAC cleans the room.” 

“What happened? Tell me it didn’t hurt her. Tell me it was an accident.” 

“Why don’t we sit down first?” 

Lucy guides Lockwood to sit on the couch and again takes him into her arms. “She was shot, Lockwood. I’m sorry, but by the time I got home, she was already gone.” “Oh god, no,” Lockwood cries. He couldn’t believe this is happening. He would rather be dealing with countless nightmares that he could wake up from in her arms than have to continue this horror show. George has made his way into his house quietly as well and sadly sits beside his heartbroken friend. He isn’t sure what to do; however, he tries to comfort his friend by awkwardly patting Lockwood’s back. 

——

*A Few Days Later*

The usual quartet, now forever turned trio, has just returned from Y/N’s funeral. Lockwood really wanted to read a speech during the eulogy, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk about his little sapphire as if she isn’t there anymore. He feels as though he disappointed her by not saying anything, even though he knows it is not true. “I’m going to go change into something more comfortable,” he mumbles sadly. “Okay, I’ll make us some tea,” Lucy says, she worriedly watches him ascend the stairs.

Lockwood removes his suit jacket and belt while staring out the window. His hand reaches to try to remove his dress shirt; however, his tie is blocking the way to the top button. He forgot that Y/N is no longer here to undo his tie. She used to love helping him with such domestic acts like that because she felt bad for not being able to cook for him. He always insisted it was okay that she couldn’t. The purple tie in his hand reminds him of the last blissful morning he got to spend with her. He wish he knew it was going to be the last one or else he would’ve sent Lucy with George to meet the client and spent the day with her. At least, he could’ve been there to protect her. He goes to put away the tie in the drawer and a twinkle of blue on the dress catches his eye. It is the sapphire necklace that first belonged to his mother and then to Y/N. It is a reminder of the time he gave it to Y/N.

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Y/N and Lockwood had been dating for a couple of months now. After years of pining, George had finally had enough and confessed the pair's feelings to each other for them. Lockwood knew she was who he would spend the rest of his life with, even though they had only been dating for a few months. Y/N was taking photos in the garden when Lockwood approached her with his hands behind his back. Y/N smiled and took a candid picture of her boyfriend. “What do you have behind your back?” she questioned, lowering the camera away from her eye. “A gift for you. You have to close your eyes first,” he teased, moving behind her while she did as instructed. 

He placed the necklace around her neck before he clasped it in place. Y/N opened her eyes when she felt the tap of his fingers on her shoulders. She saw the necklace and squealed in delight at the beautiful sight, “Lockwood, I love it! Thank you so much!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his lips. “You’re welcome, my little sapphire. My dad gave it to my mom and now it is yours because I love you.” Y/N blushed at the words, “I love you too.”

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It had been the first time either of them said those three words. Being faced with the memory causes his eyes to tear up. Further looking at the blue shine of the necklace brings another memory to mind that makes more tears start to slowly roll down his cheeks.

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The soft sound of the music coming from his room is what first caught Lockwood’s attention. He nudged the door open to see Y/N was dancing without a care in the room. Lockwood smirked and leaned against the door frame to watch the performance. A slow song started playing and this was Lockwood’s queue to step in. He grabbed both of Y/N���s hands and gently brought her closer to his chest. She smiled up at him and kissed him. “Hello my little sapphire,” he whispered in her ear, swaying with her in his arms. He continued to hold her hands as she stepped to the side and spun around. Her back is placed against his chest and he brought the held hands onto the sides of her hips.

“Lockwood,” he hmmed in acknowledgement, “why do you call me your little sapphire?” He beamed down at the girl and brought a hand up to the necklace sitting on her collarbone, “Because, sapphire symbolizes heaven and you are my little slice of heaven on Earth.” This caused Y/N to smile gently and continued to sway him with her. 

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Lockwood is now full-on crying and he decides that it is better to just go to sleep because a headache is starting to form in his brain. He finished getting ready so he can lie down in his bed. However, before he can close his eyes to sleep, he notices the Y/N-shaped glow found on her side of the bed. This causes him to sob even worse. This reminds him of when they both shared a bed for the first time together. 

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Y/N stood awkwardly at the door as she watched Lockwood fluff the pillow, looking a little lost. “So should I just come in?” she asked, walking closer to him. “Uh, yeah. You can sleep on the inside, so I’m closer to the door,” he said. Y/N climbed into bed, wearing one of his sweaters, then he scooted in so that they are facing each other. Their noses were almost touching and she could feel his breath on her face. “Well, this isn’t awkward at all,” she joked after a few minutes of just staring at each other. 

Lockwood laughed, “No, totally not. But it’s nice being this close to you.”

“It really is. How was your day?”

“It was pretty boring. George and I spent most of it in the archives and he was very insistent that I stop helping him after the third time I made a dirty joke about something I read. How about you, my little sapphire?” 

“That sounds like something you would do. It was good. I baked some muffins, but I hid them so you animals wouldn’t eat them before breakfast tomorrow. It’s blueberry, your favourite,” she giggled. The night was spent in whispered conversations and laughter rather than actual sleep. 

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Lockwood shakes himself out of the memory and tries to turn his brain off so he could get some rest like Y/N would want. However, how could he do that while he tries to cuddle into the side of Y/N’s death glow? Lockwood realizes that no matter how many times he changes his sheets or cleans the house in an attempt to remove any trace of Y/N, everything will be a glowing reminder of her. 

[just-moondust]

Honey & Herbal Tea

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Aaron Hotchner x Fem OC

Summary: Aaron gets into a car accident, Seren is there to comfort him.

A/N: So I'm no good at filling in between scenes, so this is more of a collection of events now. Also sorry this a bit short, it didn't feel like it needed much else

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“Well well well, if it isn’t my favourite FBI agent” A spirited smile grows on Seren’s face as she bends down to the broken window of the crashed SUV. “You know you don’t have to get into trouble everytime you want to see me.”

Even through the pounding headache he now had, Aaron still manages a chuckle. 

A stupid grin on his face before he winces at the pain in his chest as he laughs.

“Reid…Is he okay?”

He asks as his concussion allows him to string together a thought that he wasn’t alone in the vehicle. She raises a hand to stop him looking around.

“Relax, he’s fine. He’s out here getting his arm looked at.” 

A sigh of relief escapes him at the news.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get you out of there in a second. Just breathe.” 

He nods at her calming sultry tone, leaning his head back against the headrest and watching her go about instructing her team on their tasks. 

Even with all that kit swallowing her perfectly sculpted form, he could still make out the sway of her hips as she walked further away from him to pull equipment from the fire truck.

Maybe it was the painkillers he was being given, but as she helped peel back bent and broken bodywork, he swears he sees some kind of angelic glow behind her. A feeling of safety as she talks him through everything they're doing around him with a graceful smile.

Stay still for me

You’re doing great sweetheart

Breathe for me

Take my hands

That’s it

If Aaron wasn’t so high, maybe he’d be able to tell he was in a car accident and not somewhere else laying down with her standing over him. 

“Aaron, sweetie? They’re going to take you to the hospital now, okay?” She raises an eyebrow at his giddy face, tilting her head to follow his wandering gaze. He faintly squeezes the gloved fingers he has a hold of, making her hum in approval. 

“Good. I’ll meet you at the hospital when we’re finished here, alright?”

Then he’s carted away to an ambulance. What may have been a long ride passes in the blink of an eye, then he’s in a hospital room. Several of his team coming in and out of his view to check how he’s doing. Morgan and JJ try to tell him they’d caught the unsub they’d all been chasing at the time of the accident, Prentiss brings Garcia, who leaves him a plate of cookies and a very vibrant bunch of flowers.

He manages to slip into a light sleep after a while, tiredness overcoming him as the effects of another round of painkillers set in. When he wakes, he’s groggy and aches everywhere. As he tries shifting himself to ease the numbness in his legs, nagging pains in his ribs make him exhale sharply, stirring the guest in his room.

Seren had propped her head up on her folded fire tunic on one arm of the chair, her booted feet hanging in the air over the other as she uncomfortably slept on a couch far too small for that purpose. Her resting frown softened as he disturbed her and she lets out a heavy sigh through her nose, tightening her folded arms over her chest as she begins to wake.

Aaron can only sit and watch as she slowly comes around, a lazy smile grazing her lips as she catches his adoring gaze.

“You’re awake”

“Yeah…Only just.How long has it…?”

She flips her wrist, looking at her watch with a frown as she counts in her head.

“About 7 hours. Since I got here, anyway.”

Hotch nods, a little tinge of disappointment in his eyes. She’d stayed the night and he didn’t even know she was there.

As if she could read his mind, she’s up and sitting at the edge of his bed, a hand going to his cheek as her thumb runs across it.

“You obviously needed it sweetheart” she soothes, her other hand interlocking with his as she brings it to her lips, softly kissing the back of his hand, her eyes never deferring from his own. He can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, her dark eyes shining the reflection of his smitten face.

“I have leave days left to use up, how about when they let you out of here, we take a break?”

He loves the suggestion, nodding as she sweetly smiles, snaking her arm under his pillow and ever so gently pulling him close as he buries his face in her neck.

“Just go back to sleep, I’ll be here.”

So he does. It’s the most restful sleep he’s had in a while. The sense of being held close in her arms relieves anxieties, the faint scent of floral perfume in the spot on her neck  where his nose is, and the slow steady pace of her breathing as she drops off back to sleep herself.

[icarustypicalfall]

Commander's last love

part 5 • fic masterlist • main masterlist • ao3

summary: Hold me, tell me it'll pass. I am afraid I'll never know peace.

warnings: mw3 events, inaccuracies, mentions of death, the slow burn is burning fast.(i am lazy)

note: this part is highly based on mw3 events, also might be high timeline inaccuracies. sorry about that.

tags: @unicorngirly1

"Striving for change, yet trapped in a cycle of sameness, a poignant reminder of life's melancholic reality."

Mission [A2626]

Location: [CLASSIFIED]

Time: 07:09:23 - 25/10/2022

When you entered the mess hall that morning, the first thing that struck you was the serenity. No chaos, no shouting, and no proud American man bellowing his national anthem. It was a tranquil scene.

You didn't pay much attention to it. Commander Phillip was most likely still fast asleep, them higher ranks had the luxury of a good night's rest. You sighed, shaking your head with a hint of amusement. Weeks ago, you couldn't stand the man, but now you were dropping formalities and exchanging jokes with him.

It was terrifying, in a way that completely captivated you. The feeling was too powerful to ignore. Not a nagging headache or a throbbing wound. No, it was a heartache. One that gripped you every time your eyes met with the commander's.

From the moment he set foot in the base, you knew he would be trouble. A persistent force, like a charming Hydra. You had let the Hercules swrod down, along your guard. you've lowered the defences and the built up walls, surrendering to his charm.

Perhaps the commander deserved a chance. Every attempt he made to get to know you was proof of his dedication. It was almost laughable how the tables had turned. He had managed to charm his way into your thoughts. You decided to end rapidly your reports then pay him a visit, as you hadn't caught sight of him in quite some time.

Despite all the hardships he had endured, it was the last call that Phillip received that truly shook him. It wasn't just his nervous system playing tricks on him or the stress wreaking havoc on his stomach. It was genuine fear, a past regret that he thought he had buried when he left Las Almas.

Life presents us with limited options. You either patch up your wounds, move on, and forget the past, or you let the wound fester, remaining open and growing larger with time until it consumes you entirely. Phillip's life fell into the second category. It always had and always would, from the moment he entered crying to the moment he'll dying.

He found solace in the brief moments you two shared. But now, all his anguish resurfaced upon receiving new orders from the general. He didn't leave his room, informing his soldiers that they would receive the new orders through Martin.

Phillip lay in his room, reminiscing about the previous night's events. His fury boiled within him as the older man gave him orders with a careless smirk.

"You know what to do, right? If they refuse our deal, you..."

Phillip cut him off, his face a picture of denial.

"General, you mean..."

"Yes, blow up the entire base. It's nothing new, right?"

Heartache struck once again. Forever and always. Peace would forever elude him. His lips trembled as his mind wandered back to you. No, he can't...

"You are paid to follow orders, Graves. I can find someone else to do your job for half the price, with no negotiations. You understand that, don't you?"

Another display of the general's power play. Phillip remained silent, absorbing the words like poison. He knew it would make him sick when the time came. Slowly, it would kill him. He pleaded for a little more time. He couldn't do it. Not again.

Phillip had grown weary of being the villain. All he wanted was to be happy. He understood the sacrifices that came with being in the military, the lives you would lay down to achieve your objectives. But there had to be a limit, right?

He had already lost everything. Family, friends, lovers. TF141 and Los Vaqueros despised him, yet they had once made him feel like he belonged, like they shared a bond. But that bond shattered the night he took over their base. He had deceived his way through life, only to have it all fall apart when he tried to change, to be better.

A knock on the door interrupted his misery, prompting a groan from him.

"Martin, I've told you twice, I'm fine. Can't a person rest in this stupid place?"

You poked your head through the door, eyes narrowed and face concealed by a mask.

Playfully, you uttered:"Now who's base are you calling stupid?"

Phillip jolted upright, his eyes darting around in a frenzy. The evidence of his anguish lingered, temporarily pushed to the recesses of his mind. He managed to muster a forced smirk, but his trembling lips betrayed the falsehood. "Well.. I never thought it would be you, sugar.."

You observed him. He was wrapped in the comfort embrace of a soft blanket, his eyes reflecting a deep crimson, concealing untold torment. Phillip appeared utterly miserable, to put it mildly. He hadn't bothered to shower or leave his bed all day. Sniffing, he averted his gaze, not out of embarrassment, but out of fear that you would see the truth hidden within his eyes.

You spoke up, attempting to break the uncomfortable silence with a touch of amusement. "What's the matter, Phil? Did something get in your eye?"

He chuckled sheepishly, shaking his head. For a brief moment, it seemed as if his face brightened before plunging back into the abyss of melancholy.

Shaking off his thoughts, he refused to spoil this moment. He knew that words had the power to taint this heavenly jiffy. He longed to seize it, to feel its edges softened by weeks of vulnerability and profound conversations. After a moment, he let the words slip, his gaze fixed on you, his blue eyes locked onto yours, imagining that you were looking at him with the same intensity, dressed in white and surrounded by loved ones who'll witness the legacy.

"No, sweetheart... It's just... No... It's complicated..." he trailed off.

You raised an eyebrow, sighing. "Martin was looking for you. He said they wanted to discuss something about a certain 'secret.' What's that all about?"

Phillip choked on his own saliva, staring at you in disbelief. You shouldn't have known about the new orders, and neither should any other member of this base. He responded defensively, his words rushing out. "It's nothing... Why don't you go join your boyfriend, huh?"

The words stung him, but he couldn't help himself. Jealousy and agony had blinded him, unable to bear witness to you and Sky, laughing together over dinner while Phillip watched from a distance, yearning to be the one who brought a smile to your face.

"...Boyfriend?" The uncertainty in your voice left Phillip bewildered.

He raised his hand, pointing at you, then mimicked a fall from the sky to the ground. Confusion filled his voice as he spoke. "You and Sky... You are a thing!"

Silence hung in the air, followed by the most genuine laughter. You wheezed, slapping your knee and giggling uncontrollably. The sweet melody of your laughter was pure, something he had sorely missed. His ears had grown accustomed to screams, gunshots, and explosions, not the gentle giggle or the tune you hummed. Warmth surged through his insides, radiating from his heart and enveloping his mind. Blushing, he looked down.

"Where on earth did you get that idea, Phillip? Sky and I are friends, we've known each other forever!" You paused, wiping away a tear before playfully crouching down. "I never thought you would fall for such gossip."

Oh...

He rubbed his neck, feeling shame wash over his face. You continued to stare at him, your eyes narrowed yet filled with a glimmer of light.

"My mistake, doll... I thought..."

"You thought what, Phil?"

He closed his eyes, your perfume filling his head. The stars got red and the night is blue. He didn't want to say something foolish or scare you. God forbid.

In your presence, he felt as though he was in the company of a gentle creature, a beautiful pearl he never thought he would need in his life. Unfortunately, you were too good for him. You were a sun that would blind him if he stared for too long. God only knew how far he would go, willing to burn in flames just for a glimpse of you.

You were crouched beside him, a few feet apart. You could see the specks of grey in his hair, the blond locks carelessly resting on his forehead.

A surge of courage built up within you. Your eyes met once again, capturing the soft blend of his baby blues and your gentle gaze. You could swear you saw a cry, a helpless wail, hidden within his irisis.

Holding your breath, you reached out your hand as if to soothe his demons. He surrendered, his pupils dilating with an overflowing longing. He leaned into your touch, and you smiled. With tender care, you brushed his hair behind his ear, tracing your hand gently along his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

"What's inside here?" you insisted, cradling the side of his head. He smiled.

"Just stupid things, doll. It's nothing... just stupid things."

You sighed, nodding. You knew he didn't want to talk about it. Perhaps, for the sake of preserving whatever bond you two shared, it was best to let it go.

Phillip closed his eyes, letting out another long sigh. The weight on his shoulders seemed to ease, leaving nothing but a sense of relief behind.

He flinched as the phone rang, abruptly interrupting the silence. He shook his head, motioning for you to stay close. He didn't want to deal with whatever tantrum General Shepard was having. All he wanted was to rest. Answering the call, he carefully chose his words, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on you, wearing the same smile from ages ago. He would tell that old dog where exactly he should put his plans...

"Commander Phillip Graves," a harsh voice spoke, and he frowned. "General Shepard is dead. Killed by Captain John Price. There's no need to proceed with your last mission. Or the one suggested by him." Phil's eyes widened, recognizing the voice as none other than the captain of TF141.

"Oh, and Phil..." John spat out, "Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish is KIA."

The phone slipped from his grasp. Uncertain, you uttered, "Phillip?"

No. Not again.

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 5

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

"Delia, are you ready to go?" Shevy asks knocking on Delia's hotel door.

"I'll be out in a minute!" Delia shouts back to Shevy through the door.

"Hey Shevy, you girls heading out today?" Lonny asks as he locks his room door.

"Hey Lon, yeah, we're going shopping, girls day." Shevy smiles at him.

"Girls day, gotcha, does that mean I can't crash and come shopping with you? I was wanting to explore Charleston but I don't think the rest of the band are awake yet." Lonny laughs slightly just as Delia walks out of her room.

"Oh, hey, Lonny right?" Delia smiles hoping she had the correct band member in front of her, it was rather difficult to get to know the guys due to Andy's hostility.

"That's me." Lonny smiles back realising how little Delia actually knows about them and vise versa.

"Lonny here was hoping to gate crash girls day because the other guys are lazy bastards." Shevy laughs whilst secretly pray the other guys were in fact asleep and did not just hear Shevy's small insult towards them.

"Yeah Lonny, you should come. It'll be fun." Delia nods; at least she would be able to get to know the guy a little better.

"let's get going then guys." Shevy grins excitedly tugging on Delia and Lonny's arms leading them to the staircase of the hotel.

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"I can't wait to go back to the UK at some point. I miss Gregg's." Shevy sighs before taking a sip of her drink.

"What's Gregg's?" Delia asks confused; at present she, Shevy and Lonny were sat in a Starbucks after Lonny made the decision he needed a caffeine boost.

"It's this little bakery chain in the UK where they do cakes, pastries, bake things and stuff. It's pretty good to be honest but Shevy is obsessed. She's said multiple times that she wants to start a petition to being it to The States." Lonny laughs thinking back to when they were last in the UK with Shevy and her obsession over the store.

"That does sound rather nice to be honest. I'd be happy if that came to The States." Delia laughs.

"Thank you! See Lon, I told you I wasn't over exaggerating, it needs to happen." Shevy explains a little too excitedly. Her excitement then gets cut off by Delia's phone going off.

"Shit." Delia curses under her breath.

"Everything okay?" Lonny asks concerned but also slightly confused as to what could have shaken the girl in front of him so much.

"Call it nerdy, I turned notifications on for my phone to alert me of any breaking news in the cities we're touring in just to get an idea of what's happening." Delia begins.

"That's a pretty cool idea actually." Lonny Cuts Delia off slightly before realising Delia had not finished speaking. "Sorry Delia."

"A 25 year old women in Seattle has just been reported missing after her family haven't seen or heard from her in 48 hours." Delia continues. "Her poor family."

"Oh Shit." Shevy comments "I hope she turns up okay."

"I don't know. Something similar to this happened in Seattle a couple of years ago. I was doing the sound for a production of The Phantom of the Opera and our Christine had her sister living in Seattle at the time. The sister disappeared and 2 weeks later they found her body." Delia explains feeling herself grow pale at the memory.

"Fuck, that's awful." Shevy sighs "That must have been a right scene for the show and cast."

"Yeah it was something to say the least. I kind of came up with an idea of how myself and the stage manager could brighten the mood a little and it seemed to have a more positive motion after that but it was still hard to live with." Delia explains.

"What did you guys do?" Lonny asks.

"We went out and bought all of the cast a little gift. It wasn't a lot but it definitely broke any tension and  boosted the overall mood a little bit." Delia continues explaining.

"That's such a lovely idea." Shevy coos before thinking on the idea for a little bit. "Maybe we should buy the other guys a little souvenir or something, who knows, it may bring Andy out of his mood a little bit."

"No. No way. Pretty sure Andy already hates my guts as it is, this will just add fuel to the fire." Delia shakes her head in a bit of a panic.

"Oh come on Delia, it'll be cute." Shevy sticks to her guns trying her hardest to make Delia cave.

"Shevy, no way, it's going to be embarrassing."

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"Hello hello!" Shevy grins excitedly as she, Lonny and Delia approach the rest of the group who were sat in a private booth of the hotel's dining room.

"Oh there you guys are, we were wondering where you had disappeared off to for the day." CC smiles back at the 3 members of the group who had just returned.

"We come baring gifts, it was Delia's idea." Shevy's excitement continues as she sits down next to CC.

"Well actually it was a thing I did with a previous production and Shevy thought-" Delia begins before getting cut off by Shevy.

"Delia honey, we don't need details, we have gifts. Let's give out gifts." Shevy continues to grin; this was starting to feel like Shevy was trying to set her up with the guys, more over, Andy; Delia thought. Delia would have been fine if Andy hated her the whole tour, she was here to work after all, making friends was just an added bonus for her if she was lucky enough. Never the less, Shevy seemed determined to get Andy to stop being so 'moody' as she and the rest of the band had put it so best to play along.

"Okay, so CC, we got you this cool looking bandana. I know you said your hair has been annoying you recently whilst drumming so I thought it could be of use to you." Delia starts whilst handing CC said bandana.

"Mate, this is actually great, I was looking at getting a new one to help out." CC nods ecstatically whilst looking at his gift.

"You're welcome. Jinxx, Jake, these are for you." Delia then hands over 2 different types of necklaces to the guys. "Lonny picked these out. "

So far so good. The band so far have been happy with their allocated presents and there had been no comments from Andy regarding the small gesture of gifts. Lonny, Shevy and Delia had exchanged gifts once they met outside the gift shop just to make sure no one had felt left out. Now came the truth though which had Delia inhaling a large gulp of air from nerves before moving on to the final present.

"Andy, this is for you. Lonny told me you really like Batman so when I saw this I kind of had to grab it." Delia explains nervously handing Andy a small action figure of Batman and the all famous Bat Mobile.

"This is actually really cool!" Andy exclaims with a hint of excitement in his voice before looking at the girl who had gifted him it. "Thanks Delia, I um, I appreciate it. I was kind of holding back on a comment about giving gifts out but this is great, thank you."

"I'm glad you changed your mind and held your comment." Delia laughs awkwardly which makes Andy smile at her with just as much awkwardness.

At least that went well. But Delia couldn't help but still feel cautious of Andy, Shevy was right about his mood swings, and she didn't know how much she could trust him to not snap at her again after this delightful moment. The least that could happen after this is Delia remains civil, after all, surely she had the upper hand of being the bigger person after this event. Right?

[zaptrap]

i also want to ramble a tiny bit abt jay becuz yolo lmao it will also be under the cut (it's mostly replying to stuff u said) (sorry if there's typos)

Jay is such an interesting case of a character for me because I started out the show not liking him. Which is. Stares at my entire account I think my feelings have changed somewhat

DUDE SAME LIKE i barely even thought of jay and then ONE DAY something just? changed?? and ive been obsessed with jay ever since (i wanna say it was either ep8 or rebooted but honestly who knows at this point). like i still love cole, and my 2 favs being besties is so cute 🥺, but jays just like a lil rat and i lov him... Although I do wonder if my favs would be different if i'd gotten into the show at a different time, like if i'd had more time with newer seasons and less nostalgia chaining me to the older ones lmao.

Jay starts out as an asshole I don’t think anyone can disagree with me there (although honestly they’re all assholes in early ninjago they bullied a ten year old and left him dangling several feet off the ground)

I FORGOT THYE DID THAT TO LLOYD LMAOOOOO THAT POOR KID.... THAT WAS PROBABLY THE 3rd MOST TRAUMATIZING THING FOR HIM AT THE TIME, after his mom leaving him and his dad becoming lego satan

but over the course of the show you can see him start developing into a much more interesting character. He goes from being so insecure he's faking everything about himself to someone who knows who he is and is so genuine about it

dude i love characters who put on a mask/act to hide their problems its so fun digging into why they do that and whats the mask and what isnt and what masks are used for who and how people react to them and etc etc

now yea we could argue about whether his character was too uwu-ified post-season 10 but this is the FUN HAN POST SO WE'RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT

jokes on you we ARE TALKING ABOUT THAT, MUHUAHAHAHAHAHA. my personal headcanon is that he just mellowed out after getting older and engaged lmao. or maybe its just his ✨latest persona✨ he's trying out or smth. the whole uwu-jay thing is really funny to me cuz both "whiny comedic relief bastard" and "uwu babu" are some of my fav archetypes in characters so the fact that jay gets to be both is like "yay! 2 cakes!" LMFAO. it was fun seeing him be a lil shit again in DR tho

(i was gonna grab a screenshot for that like i did with the hunted scene but netflix has bloCKED THE ABILITY TO TAKE SCREENSHOTS THE WAY I USED TO and i don't have them already and i'm too lazy to grab them from elsewhere so alas trust me he says it)

(netflix is so annoying dude like omfg)

i don't have any comments on the skybound-to-prime empire pipeline stuff, its all interesting stuff owo. emotional security+role model arc...

Also how was [jay] supposed to know literally all the rest of the groups parents were either dead, presumed dead, or had a toxic relationship with their kid lmao

Jay: ugh parents SUCK am i right? Everyone else: you have parents?

Jay's just fallen from the sky with a messed up eye and is incredibly distraught that all his friends are captured. And his dad just. The woRLD IS FALLING APART AND HE'S EATIN' SOUP-

LMFAO what ep was this from, im assuming skybound?

yea i think that's enough for a tumblr post anyways! If anyone wants any like. More logically thought out and direct thoughts about characters feel free to send me asks this was fun thank u zaptrap for this opportunity to scream about jay

you're very welcome! now make another 🔫/lh also i like how you wrote an entire additional essay in the tags LOL. idk what season lives rent free in my brain but its probably rebooted cuz...well yknow 😂. i like the scifi seasonssssss

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I do wonder how Jay's gonna be in DR though like, he went from "insecure bastard" to "actually im ok" to "stuck in an eternal office" so like, is he gonna relapse?? does he just need some fresh air?? is nya gonna show up and all his problems are solved??? is he just, still ok but tired from gaming office "work"???? who can say. dude though, with nya already being sora's mentor, and jay already being an inventor, i could totally see them eventually just being her new parents. that'd be so fukin cute 🥺🥺🥺taking in a stray cat

god like there just isnt enough to definitively determine what's up with jay in DR. theres SO many reasons he could be ornery, between the office and annoying coworkers and presumably not seeing nya for what, 5 years????????????????????????????? wait has it actually been 5 years, icr if they ran into each other sooner or not. i think nya said smth about- ok yeah she did [DR1 ep4]

dude what happened to her the past 5 years

ramble about ur favs i wanna hear abt ur thoughts -zaptrap

HAN’S INFODUMPING ABOUT JAY... START!!!!

so like sgdkdhdkdhd I say Jay and Lloyd are my “favorites” but honestly it’s so hard to pick favorites out of this skittles squad like I love EVERY character for a variety of different reasons. I was going to also infodump about Lloyd but then I started talking about Prime Empire and then this post got. Long. So. it's just Jay I may infodump about Lloyd another day especially since I'm very Conduit Brained Rn but yea yea!

this is long so i'm putting most of it under the cut so y'all don't kill me for making a huge long post

I considered putting Zane and Sora on here as well since I’d also consider them my “favs” but like this is already gonna be. A lot of. Infodumping (also i typed THIS part before I even started and decided not to yell about Lloyd because this already got long enough). Maybe I’ll make a separate post for those two hmm hmm much to consider but for now MY (technically) FAVORITE NINJAGO CHARACTER: JAY WALKER

THE SPARKPLUG WHO INVADED MY BRAIN LIKE A PARASITE

so hey his name is a pun this makes me laugh ridiculously hard every time I remember he is named. After a misdemeanor HSKSHDKFH

Jay is such an interesting case of a character for me because I started out the show not liking him. Which is. Stares at my entire account I think my feelings have changed somewhat

Jay starts out as an asshole I don’t think anyone can disagree with me there (although honestly they’re all assholes in early ninjago they bullied a ten year old and left him dangling several feet off the ground) but over the course of the show you can see him start developing into a much more interesting character. He goes from being so insecure he's faking everything about himself to someone who knows who he is and is so genuine about it

now yea we could argue about whether his character was too uwu-ified post-season 10 but this is the FUN HAN POST SO WE'RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT the point is you can SEE the growth that Jay has gone through and I am going to show you that growth through what I call

✨ The Skybound to Prime Empire Effect ✨

I AM SO PASSIONATE ABOUT THE IDEA THAT PRIME EMPIRE WAS WRITTEN TO BE A DIRECT PARALLEL OF SKYBOUND AND WAS CENTERED ON SHOWING HOW THE NINJA ESPECIALLY JAY HAVE GROWN THROUGHOUT THE SEASON

when season 12 rolls around we are at the point in Jay's development where he is CONFIDENT in who he is. He's a fun-loving jokester with the power of lightning and the drive to help people whenever he can. He uses jokes and humor to help alleviate tension and get people through whatever's happening. And when on his own what does he do?

BECOME AN ENTERTAINER BABEY

i like to think jay's club in prime empire was a safe haven for anyone stuck in the game who figured out hey. we Can't Leave and felt freaked about it. Also Jay would generally try and spread the word that hey something ISN'T RIGHT HERE which would lead people to want to stay with him

(totally plugging my friend's fic but this kind of thing is explored in would you like to enter prime empire by @finn-m-corvex y'all should check it out cool cool)

also the prime empire shorts which i watched all of in the midst of typing this video cuz i love them go watch them please please please jay was publically fighting the red visors which I imagine may have raised some red flags for some players

THIS SOMEHOW TURNED INTO PRIME EMPIRE INFODUMPING LMAO ANYWAYS Jay's confident! He becomes an entertainer because it's who he knows he is! And it's something that will get people hyped and having fun, which is very in-character for Jay to do! He uses those kinds of things to mask the Bad Things going on and get people remembering what's good

I've talked about this sort of thing before but that's Jay's whole philosophy as early as season 9! Which is a DIRECT contrast to how he views it in season 6, as Nadakhan puts it scarily accurately

"You make jokes to mask the fact that you're afraid"

(i was gonna grab a screenshot for that like i did with the hunted scene but netflix has bloCKED THE ABILITY TO TAKE SCREENSHOTS THE WAY I USED TO and i don't have them already and i'm too lazy to grab them from elsewhere so alas trust me he says it)

making jokes to hide your fear and using humor to remind yourself of what's good and coping with the bad are two VERY different outlooks on it

so I think this outlook is what drives him to make this glamrock persona in the first place - this is a bad situation, one he's in with other civilians, and what better way to keep him and themself safe until the others get there than throwing a big performance at a safe place!

also it's just so gender okay I want to look like Superstar Rockin' Jay so badly

it's also interesting to see his outlook on his parents change over time! In season six he finds out Ed and Edna aren't his birth parents and feels upset about it, not understanding why his birth parents would've abandoned him. In season twelve, that outlook changing is EXACTLY why Jay's able to get through to Unagami

"I was abandoned by my parents, too!... I never understood why, and I never had the chance to even ask. But I always hoped there was a good reason. What if there's a reason?"

(again curse you netflix i wanted SCREENSHOTS whatever whatever)

It's this scene that gets Unagami to calm down long enough for Milton Dyer to get there, and presumably is what stops him from just. Flattening him and Jay like a pancake.

to piggyback off of this i absolutely adore how Unagami and Jay consider each other adopted brothers in that one book I still haven't read and I hope he's in Dragons Rising at some point Unagami is my favorite "villain" (no longer a villain) in the whole show he deserves more screentime

like this is where i found out about this and it's plagued my mind ever since. i need to read. this book just for them

SO YEA OKAY Prime Empire is "Who is Jay as a Person Post-Skybound" to me also it opens up so many fascinating things about Jay. I rest my case

so backpedaling a little bit. JAY CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HIS PARENTS GUYS IT'S SO SOFT AND I'M sobs

like yea the first episode with Ed and Edna in it has Jay avoiding them like the plague but this gets explained very easily when you remember he was bullied for his home life before he became a ninja. It makes a lot more sense why he wouldn't want them around his new friends, assuming they'd react the same way. Also how was he supposed to know literally all the rest of the groups parents were either dead, presumed dead, or had a toxic relationship with their kid lmao

(Cole calling his mom kills me. Cole's mom is dead. I know they probably just didn't think that far ahead when writing the dialogue but it's so funny mans pretended to call his dead mom to get on Jay for not appreciating his parents iconic behavior)

anyways literally every episode Ed and Edna are central to (except like the one in skybound) Jay stops at nothing to protect his parents and it means the absolute world to me he's so much like them!! They raised an inventive little nerd and he will stop at nothing to make sure they're safe and it's. It's SO IMPORTANT TO ME OKAY

ALSO this is an excuse to clip my favorite piece of dialogue possibly in the entire show. Except Netflix won't let me now. So you just get the text dialogue

Jay's just fallen from the sky with a messed up eye and is incredibly distraught that all his friends are captured. And his dad just. The woRLD IS FALLING APART AND HE'S EATIN' SOUP-

Ed i love you

anyways

anways anyways this just turned into me rambling about prime empire and then Ed and Edna and a lot of disjointed other stuff but thank you for this opportunity i was going to also ramble about lloyd but i put this post in a word count and

yea i think that's enough for a tumblr post anyways! If anyone wants any like. More logically thought out and direct thoughts about characters feel free to send me asks this was fun thank u @zaptrap for this opportunity to scream about jay

[456-is-the-way]

A/N: So you wanted them all. I will start with the first one. Not proof read because I'm lazy.

Tags: @tian-monique {IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE NAMOR/TENOCH FICS LET ME KNOW PLUS IF YOU DO OR DONT WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT. MUST BE OVER 18+ FOR THOSE ANYWAYS.}

Summary: Reader is playing a character in Wakanda Forever that is Namor's love interest. Tenoch and Y/n catch feelings.

Tenoch Huerta x Half Latina/Hispanic Fem! Reader!

WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS

Warnings: Hot make-out, dirty thoughts, smut, sub(?) Tenoch (😳) . MINORS DNI!!

(Y/n) sighed deeply walking into her trailer after another long day of filming. Her character is a half Talokan half-human. She is also the love interest of Namor. Currently, (Y/n) character had been kidnapped by Queen Ramonda after Namor took Shuri. Today was the battle scene of Namor invading Wakanda to retrieve his lover and kill Ramonda. Before (Y/n) could throw herself on the bed a knock came from thr door. She groaned and turned around, "Yes?" She asked opening the door. It wasn't surprising to see Tenoch standing there still in his 'Shame shorts' as he called them. Something (Y/n) found too adorable. His eyes soften.

"Am I bothering you?"

"No! Not at all! Please come on in. You shouldn't have even knocked, Tenoch!" She giggled and moved aside allowing him entrance. Since their first meeting (Y/n) had fallen in love with Tenoch Huerta Mejía. He was overall a sweet guy, caring, kind, and adorable. (Y/n) had it bad for Tenoch. Even the fans noticed how close the two are. People instantly took to many different social media platforms to spread their rumors.

They do not talk about this. It was embarrassing to (Y/n) since she wished it was true. But no way Tenoch felt the same way. "I thought we could run over our lines?" His sweet accented voice snapped her back to reality.

"Yeah! Sounds good to me." She comments and picked up the script. Her (e/c) orbs scan the paper. (Y/n) gulped noticing this is the scene she dreads but also hoped for. The kiss.

Tenoch cleared his throat also feeling nervous. How could he not fall for (Y/n)? She was everything he craved. Her personality, eyes, lips, body, ass...His thoughts scramble making it hard for him to focus. The male stood tall getting into the character of K'uk'ulkan.

Script:

[Namor runs over to (C/n) who is tied up. He untied her quickly, gently cupping her face]

Tenoch move quickly over to (Y/n) and pretends to untie her. His breath is heavy showing all the emotions any man would when his wife is endanger. "In Reina, a herida. Ya'ab in yaakunaj kutal.Ts'áaten permiso utia'al u borrar Wakanda u faz le lu'umo'! (My Queen are you hurt? I'm so sorry my love. Give me permission to wipe Wakanda off the face of the earth!)"

(Y/n) closer her eyes tears streaming down her face as scripted. " Ma', táan in uts, in yaakunaj. Mixtan in meentik tal ba'al.Bisen tin wotoch bejla'e'. Le je'ela' yaan u ts'o'oksik. Xan a comenzado jump'éel k'atun! (No, I'm fine, my love. I will do no such thing. Take me home now. This needs to end. You have also started a war!"

Tenoch shaped his head no. "Ka' ba'ax tu beetajo'ob, Wakanda caerá ( After what they did, Wakanda will fall)." The male hesitated for a moment before leaning in to kiss (Y/n). She gasped and kissed back almost instantly. Her body is now pressed against Tenoch, their kiss more passionate than either thoughts it could be. Tenoch shivers feelings her feminine hands rest against his chest and glide down his chest. His own hands began to roam from her cheeks to her sides. (Y/n) kept her eyes shut during the long kiss lips move in sync. However they soon pop open feeling Tenoch's erection against her thigh. It was no doubt the man is large, especially with being in shorts all day. (Y/n) had the privilege of getting to see her crush half naked 24/7. Tenoch blushed knowing she could feel his hard cock. He pulled away.

"I-I am so-so sorry I." He began to mix his English and Spanish in a fast tone ashamed to have gotten horny by just one kiss. However he moaned loudly feeling (Y/n) quickly jerking his cock that is confined in his shorts. "(Y-Y/n)?!" He gasped grabbing her hips thrusting up into her hand, cock throbbing.

"¡No te discuples!~ (Dont be sorry!)Fuck I wanted you since the moment we meet." She pulled him into a kiss. (Y/n) had dreams of jerking Tenoch off in these green shorts that left her horny at night. She craved to rip them off and ride his large cock. Right now she had the man exactly where she needed him.

His thick thighs shake and sweat drips down his tan skin. (Y/n) could feel his cock throb, coming close to his orgasm. Tenoch moaned loudly before cumming in his green shorts. "(Y/n)~ Mmm~" He pants still gently thrusting into her hands coming down from euphoria. Tenoch blushed seeing the damp area on his shorts. "Fuck. Now they really are shame shorts."

They both laughed before continuing their nights of pleasure.

[scottxlogan]

Ok I'm going to respond to your response, but let me start by saying I appreciate your articulate conversation and very respectful response to our discussion we're having. This is how people should talk things out and I appreciate that truly :)

I'll put the rest under read more so everyone doesn't have to scroll through this lol

As for Twitter I try to avoid it, but sometimes curiosity gets the best of me and I look up comic spoilers there when I'm eager to see something and that's when I encounter those unsavory people who behave that way. Those are really the target of my frustration because they are just awful.

I think the bottom line in all of this as I really am not anti-Scott/Emma at all here and I don't want that to get in the way of what I was trying to say in this. They absolutely handled the Logan/Jean/Scott/Emma poly ship poorly. I do believe when Hickman stepped into the role of creating it he fully intended to have an open free love relationship between the four of them which included Jean/Emma, Logan/Scott as well but from what I've seen around the net is that editorial shut him down almost immediately into it. When the panels with Scott commenting on Logan's body hair and how it was hard to sleep with the blankets on because it was too warm and too cold without them came out a bunch of fans lost their mind over the implication that Logan and Scott were also sleeping together Marvel shut it down in their subtle way by never having Scott and Logan sharing scenes again unless it was outside of the X-Men book, where technically in the Pride comic (where only Scott/Jean/Logan were featured with Scott/Logan dancing together) and in was it the Cable comic? where they showed the family day at the beach with Scott in his speedo and Logan there with Jean and the kids in one panel and then in the Alligator Loki comic where Alligator Loki gave a valentine to Scott/Jean/Logan, they made sure to keep Scott/Logan distanced from one another to avoid backlash. That being said (and sorry I'm skipping ahead a bit), the panel you sent about Emma thinking about Scott commenting on Emma sleeping in her diamond form could mean they are still together now or it could be taken as from the past since they were in a relationship for a long time, but because I'm of the fandom who believes Scott and Logan were also sleeping together and Scott's reference to Logan's body temperature as well was similar to what Emma was saying I'll let concede to that it could be exactly what you're saying and say if that implies Emma and Scott were sleeping together then the conversation with Logan indicates the same even with others telling me that it means nothing, but that's another topic as I'm sort of veering off.

Back to the poly ship though I truly believe that Hickman intended for it to be something more and he got shut down, which in a lot of ways is unfortunate. I do agree with you that they skipped over a lot of important developments along the way and all the interesting stuff absolutely happened off screen. If they had highlighted some of the things you mentioned I think it would've made for compelling story and given depth to what they were trying to accomplish in a lazy fashion.

I absolutely agree it was strange that Jean/Scott were automatically back together in her return. From what I recall they flirted with the idea of Jean/Bishop and then during Uncanny there was Logan/Scott reuniting as teammates and Emma playing a hand in everything in guiding them together until suddenly Jean appeared and everything else was dropped. There is no resolution and even in Duggan's run the fight with Scott/Jean felt empty and lacking in a lot of ways to give them tension before he 'killed' Jean off. A lot has absolutely been lacking.

I'm well aware of the dynamics of Scott/Emma's relationships via the good and the bad. I really loved them together when they were together (even though I hated how they began as having a psychology background I cringe at what Emma did there at the start, which also as an Emma fan I recognize she's flawed, which makes her so interesting and that being with Scott ultimately helped her to be a better person, but again another conversation for another time lol as I was fortunate that when I first started reading them they were already a solid couple and I didn't know their beginnings so I was already drawn to them). I completely understand Emma's inferiority complex when it comes to Jean and unfortunately the way narrative is right now it kind of proved her right that despite the fact that she loved Scott the way she did Jean was always top in his heart. Had they done the arc you suggested it could've been compelling and showing growth for the characters and really given them a reason to have a natural progression together, but alas Marvel skipped all of that.

Duggan has really reduced Scott to Jean's yes man and I absolutely hate it. I'm not going to slam on Scott/Jean, but I'm not a shipper there and I feel as if he didn't know what to do with Scott. Hickman tried, but like Scott has spent most of his time dead, being tortured, simply not around. Even in the last big cross team event they fridged Scott to make other characters be the showcase of the event like where they made the choice to bring back Steve over Scott for the length of the event to bring hope to the world. There were a lot of missteps involving Scott in Duggan's run and as a Scott fan I really don't like his X-Men series. I think Jean is one of his favorite characters (along with Emma as he always speaks highly about Emma), but I just feel like in a team book he isn't able to bring what's needed to the table.

This ties into your comment on Duggan. I agree he's terrible at writing relationships. The 'fight' with Scott and Jean was so forced it hurt and I don't like a lot of what happens in the X-Men books. In the Iron Man comic I do appreciate the growth between Tony and Emma from Emma hating him to them being essentially left to depend on each other and aid in the fight together. The things I was referencing was Tony with the book from the girls, the ice skating, the way that Tony was ready to risk himself to save her and all the build up. I personally think it's the ONLY thing Duggan has done that has held my interest because the development has been compelling and it's given character growth for Tony and Emma in their dynamic and I can appreciate that.

As for Emma and Steve, I'll run a few things by you because yeah the mother comment was ridiculous even with a funny follow up. At that point Emma was complaining to Kate about not having any romance in her life. I can pull the panels if need be (which was to me another sign that at that point she and Scott weren't together) but I'm sure they are here in my archive and I can't say it was too baffling about Emma being drawn to Steve because if you look back to when Emma was with Scott, there were panels (again I can't remember the issue but have them in my archive here) where Scott is in the Savage Land and Steve shows up to see him and Scott asks how Steve found him to which Steve replies that Emma was the one who let him know where Scott was and Scott makes a comment about how that didn't surprise him as Emma always had a soft spot for men in uniform with Steve in particular I believe so I think it's safe to say Emma's always found Steve to be 'attractive' and held no secret about it from Scott. Also, I did read an interview with editorial talking about how they wanted Steve to be the father of Emma's girls and that how they were going to run with that idea, but because Captain America's comic was one that was getting a new writer, they scrapped the idea for now because they believed it would be too complicated for the casual comic reader, so the seeds were planted there for Emma/Steve and there was certainly some teasing for it. Also, Steve in the past, as I've seen the pages floating around on here has also been keeping tabs on Emma and made notations about how he thinks she'd be an incredible Avenger. I do believe those were before AvX, but I do think it's something Marvel casually flirted with for a while.

I completely understand your position on AvX as when it happened I wanted EVERY SINGLE AVENGER involved to burn for it, but clearly Marvel wants people to forget and they choose to ignore a great deal of what happened there. If Scott and Steve can walk arm in arm and be laughing/buddies together now able to shoot the shit with each other so to speak, then that's Marvel's way of saying 'no hard feelings' even if we fans still have hard feelings about it. Even Logan irritated me at that time because he knew better than to act like a jilted ex-lover who was pissy because Scott didn't do what he wanted. Steve knew better than to listen to Logan when Scott was his friend and someone he respected/trusted. It was a horrible situation all around and I hated how they worked hard to villainize Scott and Emma in that. It was terrible character destruction, which ultimately didn't work because it only made people like Scott more despite their attempts to make him the most awful person in the Marvel universe for killing a man in self-defense who did some shady things to Scott through the years. Again though what I will point out is in regard to AvX Tony was the ONLY Avenger to own up to the fact he was at fault and he tried to make up for his mistake in AvX Consequences when he reached out to Scott in jail and tried to find his own way to make amends. Of all the anger I felt I respected Tony a bit for doing that because he was the only one who recognized that yes, they made a monumental mistake which spoke volumes about him and his character.

In terms of Tony, he's a ridiculously flawed character and has made monumental mistakes and huge missteps in the past no doubt, but he's shown growth over time. As I mentioned before he did feel bad about what he did in AvX and I think that he absolutely was trying to be better even if he still came off as a cocky ass in some of his interactions with Emma through the years that followed. I don't think Tony ever disliked Emma, but I understand her anger towards him and recognize that going into their alliance she absolutely had every reason not to like him, which is why this run has been interesting to see them evolving from that place to where they are now having a trust between each other. It was an opportunity for them to see each other in a new light because they had only each other to depend on and it opened the door to growth between them, which I think was very needed after everything.

The problem again is Duggan glossing over all that and ignoring their long history together. If you recall Emma and Tony were lovers in the past back during her Hellfire Club time and they spoke about as much, to which when people pointed it out to Duggan, he snubbed his nose at it because clearly he wanted to do what he wanted to do. Tony and Emma have a history with one another that extends beyond AvX and it's complicated to put it mildly. Do I think Emma was in love with Tony going into their marriage? Absolutely not! She was harboring a lot of justified anger and it wasn't an optimal situation, but along the way things changed for them. Even the scene where Emma is inside Tony's head and pulling him out of the torment he's facing over his alcoholism is a fantastic scene, but Tony's been clear in the past he won't let anyone inside his head because he holds on tight to his secrets and his thoughts (even going so far to show up at events with psi-blockers to make sure no telepath gets in his head), so when Emma was just able to get inside and reach him, while it was a beautiful scene it wasn't true to Tony either because his readily inviting Emma in his head wasn't how things were in his firm beliefs in the past, but I'll write it off as things change and they can evolve. If that evolution could've been spelled out on the pages it would be better, but unfortunately it wasn't and we get the crumbs of what could be a very compelling story for various characters.

As for the sex scene I'm going to have to agree to disagree. I do feel that the conversation fumbled a bit and I personally didn't see it happening when the previews were leaked, but in comparison to the Jean/Scott sex that was happening that week, I think it was far more intimate and a point of growth between the characters. While sure the reasoning was weak there and Duggan absolutely has misogyny problems, I found it to be a build up of all the things before. Would I have liked it to happen for other reasons? Absolutely. Should there have been more of a progression until that point? Maybe and there were things that weren't how I would've penned it if if was me in charge, things that we could all nitpick about it as we only get glimpses of it, but through it all you could see that Tony has been developing feelings for Emma and Emma was showing a vulnerability in letting him in while trying to maintain her distance after being burned by him and so many other men in that past. There's a complexity there that could've been better developed, but I enjoyed that evolution between them.

Speaking of misogyny when you posted the panel about Emma saying she would love Scott more, again it ties into Hickman truly trying to hint at them being together (which I'll say sure Hickman was trying to say that they were still romantically linked) that issue made me so angry in the way he had those women talk to Emma. It was disgusting and one of the worst things I've seen in a comic that my mind just wanted to shut that whole issue out. It was horrible in how he had them talking to Emma and even if they were the 'bad guys' it was unnecessarily vile.

Also the restraining order against Tony was only mentioned in a comic book panel one time (as far as I've seen) and it wasn't a main canon 616 book as it was in a spoof comic where they had a Jerry Springer type show on and them talking about it on a television someone was watching. I have the panel somewhere in my archive, but I don't think that actually came over into canon even though Emma absolutely didn't like him. Even the time when he spoke to her and she snubbed him while speaking to Steve was a sign of that. I don't have blinders on to the fact Emma absolutely hated Tony when this all began, but at the same time I don't believe that Emma ever would've slept with Tony if she still hated him now even if it was a case of she thought she was going to die and she wanted to have sex with someone. I do believe Emma's developed a soft spot for Tony that she's reluctant to accept with all that's happened and it's something that will probably be dropped and forgotten after May, but it made for compelling story even if the author was weak in a lot of spots telling the story.

I personally don't mind the characters I like being alone. Sometimes i think Scott needs that to get his head on straight as their romantic life isn't the only thing that drives them on. For Emma she's had a LOT to do with the Quiet Council and she got a big push there so as an Emma fan it was nice to see. I don't think her and Tony are a badly written relationship as I think it's been a nice evolution between them, but again difference of opinion and I'm not going to try to change your mind on how you feel because that isn't for me to do. You should like what you like and dislike what you dislike. I'm merely just pointing out things I, as a reader, appreciated even with the obvious things that could've been done cleaner for all the characters in this era.

Thanks for the panels. I appreciate them and as I said before I'll take back the 'never together' comment as I do believe Hickman was trying to sell Emma as a part of the poly ship until it was dropped entirely. By the time Duggan came around, I believe they were trying to distance Emma from the Scott/Jean/Logan business and have her do something outside of all that. When Kamala was dead and Scott came to her after he and Jean were on the outs, Emma basically told him she wasn't interested in being his side piece there once Jean dumped him and a few other things indicated that she was outside of all the Scott/Jean drama at that point before her and Tony started teaming up together. Again I'm not anti-Scott/Emma at all as I think they brought out so many good things in one another, but I do believe that once Hickman was gone that ship sailed with him as editorial seems to really be pushing Scott/Jean as their top couple right now.

Plus, in that panels where she talks about sleeping in diamond form and the reference to Scott, she doesn't sound happy. She sounds horribly sad. her "Knowing exactly how magnificent you are while also knowing you're nothing." is just so poignant and something that tells you she's not happy. If she and Scott were sleeping together at that point, then it wasn't making her happy and she deserves more than that feeling of 'knowing she's nothing'. That makes me sad for Emma because she should be treated like the queen she is flaws and all and she deserves someone who will give her that and show her how special she is. Whether it's Tony, Scott or someone new I want her to eventually have that happiness. Men have a history of letting her down and leaving her jaded and I can only imagine the pain she felt when the 'good guy' Scott broke her heart the way he did after AvX. I hated that so much and even when he told her in Bendis' (grrrrr) run it wasn't happening again and she shifted into diamond form that cut deep. Bendis was set on destroying them and he did, which sucks and is horrible in so many ways. They deserved better than that. The fans deserve better than that.

With the Krakoa era coming to an end, I don't know what the future will fare for any of the characters, but I do hope whatever is next that the characters I love get an opportunity to have something better ahead of them where Scott isn't shelved until they sort everything else, where Emma isn't miserable and there's a good story there. I know a lot of Scott/Emma fans were unwilling to give the Tony/Emma thing a shot because of their history together (and rightfully so if you feel that way), but I've learned through the years to ship my favorites with happiness so if Emma can find a crumb of that with Tony, then good for her. If Scott finds that with Jean, well, I don't like it as a shipper personally because I think Scott loses himself with Jean, but I guess good for him as well as he should have a little bit of happy since that's far and few for him.

My whole rant was spawned from that delusional fanbase that have that all or nothing mindset where it's easy to just say hateful things because they don't like the way things are going for characters. I say if Scott can move on with Jean, then Emma can move on too for the time being and claim what little joys she finds along the way. Should their paths align again and the come together as the powerhouse couple they once were, then I'll support it as I'm not anti-Scott/Emma at all and if I were writing I would've made the poly ship Logan/Scott/Emma because I personally loved the dynamics of their relationship in the years Jean was gone even if Emma had no romantic interest in Logan. I loved the friendship with Logan/Emma and it was something I wish they would've done more with along the way, but alas I'm not writing and I can't call out the storylines. All I can hope for is that whatever is around the corner is better for everyone and appreciate the small joys along the way. Emma/Tony has been the only thing to hold interest for me personally and that's coming from someone who has a comic subscription in the hopes that one day it will all get better. Unfortunately right now I don't see that on the X-Men front.

Anyway thanks for the insightful conversation and I appreciate your point of view. It was interesting and very thought provoking :)

Controversial opinion here but I find it so frustrating that people would rather Emma Frost be alone and pining over someone who clearly doesn't love her the way she deserves to be loved over the idea of her being with someone who truly cares about her and her well-being. Don't get me wrong Scott is my favorite character and I really loved him and Emma together when I first started reading comics, but that bridge has been burned. Right now no matter how anyone feels about it Scott is 100% about his relationship with Jean and Emma deserves something more in her life. Tony actually has real feelings for her and their current story arc has shown considerable growth between them alone and together. They work really well so for all the haters who clearly aren't reading the comics and cling to the past I'm not saying that you can't love your favorite ship but just stop shitting on a potentially wonderful pairing for Emma. She deserves to be more than an afterthought to someone who can't give her what she needs. Tony clearly cares a great deal for her as they've pushed forward beyond their tense past and really they both deserve a bit of happiness.

Ok done. Just tired of people being jerks about saying they want Emma alone, dead, miserable pining for Scott instead of being happy.

[sjsnowyowl]

Tokyo Mew Mew New Thoughts/Recap Part 2

After Retasu leaves, the girls go to check out her school since they suspect Lettuce is a Mew and there is a Chimera. Just like Ichigo and Mint, Lettuce is also a high schooler. Around this time, we have the transformations, which still look pretty good in my opinion. Mint got her own solo transformation, which was shorter than Ichigo’s but still done pretty well. She still have ballet hints in there and has many references to her RDA.

When Lettuce is shown on screen, she has an aura of energy that is uncontrolled by her emotions about her past of being lonely and without friends, which I can relate to a lot.

She’s so tired of the loneliness and she just wanted friends :( At the end, Ichigo gives her a word of encouragement that honestly touched my own heart as well.

“You are kind Lettuce, and you care about others, but you know who you should care about the most, yourself!

Friendship is more than just spending time together It’s WANTING to spend time together! I wanna spend time with you, but how about you? What do YOU want to do Lettuce?!”

As someone who has been used a lot and has had plenty of “friends” who would even take me out of their tables for their actual friends or even asked me their own favors, these lines really spoke to me about taking care of myself and that there are times where I have to say “no” to others. I’m pretty sure this scene has touched others as well :)

Lettuce takes Ichigo’s hand and her powers calm down. After this, she starts her job as a cafe waitress along with Ichigo and Mint. This scene plays out almost like the manga (except that part when she dropped the pitcher on Ryou).

And of course, the part that mostly simps were waiting for…Quiche! He appears again on the next episode banner! So far, he looks really good and I can’t wait for next week when he and Purin both appear!

All in all, I really loved this episode and can’t wait for the next ones to arrive! Though the animation was very choppy and weird at some points, I really loved the story and the message it brought across. Can’t wait for the rest!

(Also sorry if the gifs have subs, I was too lazy to search for TV rips XD)

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Fainting spells

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & little!sibling!reader

Imagine: the reader is Jensen's little sibling who's on the show and plays the youngest Winchester, but the reader suffers from fainting spells, and throughout the day the reader is fine until the reader is doing a scene with J2M and Alex.

Warnings: reader fainting, reader gets hurt, bad words, bad writing (I think that’s it)

A/N this was a request on my wattpad account and I decided to post it here too, Jared, Misha and Alex are in this too but it’s mostly about Jensen and reader which is why the other three aren’t in the pairings part, and the thing is after I took my first COVID-19 vaccination I did faint (which wasn’t fun), I have no idea why I did it, it might of been because I’m afraid of syringes 💉, or maybe because I hadn’t eaten that well that day, I don’t know. Anyway so I finally got around to write this and, when I wrote, I did write how I felt when I fainted, and idk if it’s different for everyone but, that is kinda how it felt for me. Anyway I’m sorry that I haven’t been posting in a while, and I’m sorry if there are any wrong grammar or spelling, I’m from Sweden so English isn’t my first language, tho I do like English more than Swedish. Also the thing is I have not read this through so I really have no idea what I just wrote, I just know that I was to lazy to read it myself, and I might of written this at midnight yesterday. Requests are open

The last scene to do for the day was with your brother, Jared, Misha and Alex. You had looked forward to the scene as it was one of your favorite moments from the script and you wanted to do it as well as you guys could. But life decided to have fun and be a bitch.

Even tho the scene itself was pretty simple, it didn’t turn out to be that way. You or well your character. The littlest Winchester sibling were supposed to walk down the stairs in the bunker. With a file about the monster that the three of the Winchester siblings had been hunting with the help of Castiel and Jack.

But when you were on your way to the stairs you started to feel a little bit lightheaded. Luckily you were able to walk over to the stairs, so that you could grip the railing, and try to stop your body from swaying.

Jared most of noticed this as he came over to you asking if you were okay. Only for you to nod your head yes. Thinking that you only needed to rest a little bit after the scene were done, and maybe go and grab some food.

When Jared had left he had a worried look on his face. What you had missed as you went up the stairs was that Jared had told Jensen, and now your brother mirrored the same worried expression, as he looked at you.

As you stood there above the others you could feel the dizziness become a little bit worse. You being you shrugged it of as nothing and thought that you most definitely needed to drink some water or maybe you just needed to rest more than you thought.

After a while everyone was at their respective places and the scene started to play out.

The first four takes were totally useless as both Jensen and Jared made everyone laugh with their silly faces. The fifth take on the other hand didn’t even get filmed that day. As you stood still at the bottom of the stairs you could feel your body slowly slipping away. Until you lost control over yourself. Your eyesight became blurry and as hard as you tried, you couldn’t focus on anything. You tried to tightening your grip on the papers that you held in your hand, but you couldn’t as you had lost the feeling in your hands, but for something reason you could still feel the papers slip out of your hands as they disappeared out of your sight. You tried to keep yourself up against the railing on the stair, but it clearly didn’t work as it felt like you were falling down towards the floor. That was when Jensen noticed you struggling to keep yourself upright.

“Hey kiddo you alright” was the soft familiar voice from your brother. Which had made you surprised, as you hadn’t seen anyone around you, or for that matter you hadn’t realized that Jensen had ran over to you. The only reason you did realize that it was your brother, was because he used the nickname he had given you a long time ago. The nickname that he called you as he didn’t want you to grow up, but also because you were a lot younger than your brother, and he kinda saw you as a kid sometimes.

You had looked up at him, not trusting your voice. As you shook your head no. Black dots started to appear in your vision and you fell down straight into Jensen.

Jensen who had seen you swaying forward, were able to catch you before something bad could of happened. When he realized that you had fainted, his worry from before become even worse. After a while he yelled out to the crew to get the medics. So that you could be checked over when you woke up. Jensen carefully laid you down on the floor. His hands found your cheeks and all he could think of was those fake scenarios were he hadn’t been able to catch you. Scenarios that you would of been hurt by the fall. His eyes become glossy as tears started to fill his eyes. He had the same reaction the first time you had fainted when you were younger. Only this time he had been able to catch you.

Jensen would always be protective over you, as the first time you fainted you did hurt yourself. You hadn’t been able to go against the wall fast enough and you had fell down to the floor, hitting your head in the process, which made you get a small scar on your forehead, which you usually joked about saying you were the female Harry Potter. Even tho you joked about it Jensen always knew you were insecure about that scar, which was one of the reasons why he made a promise to himself to always protect you, and to always make sure you won’t get hurt again.

As he blinked away his tears Jared and Misha came over to lift you onto the sofa instead. So you didn’t have to lay on the cold hard floor. Which also was the time when Jensen went back to reality and looked around him. Alex was nowhere to be seen, and he guessed that he went away to get you something to eat or drink when you were to wake up, and the medics wasn’t there yet, but . All the worried expressions on the cast and crew members faces, when they looked at you. Finally he went over to you once again and he sat down on his knees as he stared down at your pale face. His hands once again caressed your cheek before they went down to grasp your hands.

After a while you weren’t so pale anymore and Jensen could see you slowly opening your eyes.

You could feel yourself again, your senses came back. You could feel the two warm hands holding yours and when your eyes were open you could see the green eyes filled with worry that belonged to your brother.

You turned your head a little bit to see that Jared and Misha were sitting on a pair of chairs by the sofa, as they wanted to give you a bit of space. Alex on the other hand walked over to you with a flask of your favorite soda and an apple. He put the soda and apple on the table before he sat himself on a chair beside Misha. The medics who had followed after him came over to you, and checked your pulse and some other things before they left, to leave you with your brother, Jared, Misha and Alex.

As they left you tried to sit up, but you didn’t come far as Jensen began to help you up on an instant. He moved himself to sit beside you, giving you a side hug. Jared, Misha and Alex went out of the room wanting to give you and your brother some privacy.

“I’m sorry”

Jensen had been the one to break the silence. Which confused you, why was he sorry, it’s not like it was his fault. Voicing your thoughts you said the next words.

“Why are you sorry, it isn’t your fault”

Jensen who had turned to you while you had said the previous words, turned his head to look forward instead as he himself voiced his own thoughts. “I know, but I hate that you have to go through this, that you have fainted more than other people … I … I don’t know I’m just sorry that this is your life”

You turned your head to give your big brother a small smile, to ensure him that it was okay. Even tho deep down you hated it too.

It was a normal thing for you by know, knowing how it felt like to faint. But for Jensen, he could never really come to terms with that. That his little sibling had to go through this. He knew deep inside that it actually was normal for people your age to faint more often than the older adults. He also knew that you did hate it whenever you fainted, even though you didn’t show it, he knew it. As he could read you like an open book. After all you were his little sibling and ever since you were little and it first happened the two of you grew closer. He had been the one to catch you the second time that you fainted, and most of the other times too. Even tho that was a long time ago, he could never forget the feeling he had back then. The same feeling he had every time it happened. The feeling of all his worry towards you and how much the both of you hated it.

But in an attempt to get Jensen to feel better about the situation, and well to make you yourself feel a bit better about it, you tried to not take it serious and joke about it.

“What do you mean, I love being an actress for this amazing show and to be a part of the Supernatural family… and to have one of the most amazing older brothers to exist”

Once again you had given Jensen a smile as you said it. He had looked over at you seeing the half happy/sad look on your face. So instead of saying anything he smiled back and gave you a hug. Not wanting to let go of you, and you didn’t want to let go of him, so the two of you had sat there hugging for a while. Before Jensen had reluctantly let go. Only to make sure you went to one of the trailers to get some real rest.

[charmmycolour]

Hallo chrammy Colours (sorry if I got your name wrong) i have a question,

I recently got into your fanficana normal life. And because some of the chapters were postet for from another this made me wonder:

How do you keep track of your story? Do you right every chapter out in concept before you start writing? And did it ever happen to you, that you got an idea while writing a chapter, which you really liked and wanted to implement into the story? Would you change future, already planned chapters for it (under the condition it's not a massive plot change).

I was wondering bc your 12th chapter was my favorite one despite being posted later then the others. There's no shift in writing style either so I'm just curious. How do you manage that?

I'm looking forward to an answer.

greetings from Québec's Sweethearts.

I hope you have a great day.

My my this is such an interesting question. Thank you!

About my writing process, I have my own steps system (note this doesn't apply to fics I co-wrote with other authors, where I use a different one, only those I wrote entirely myself). For me writing a fic usually goes like this:

Idea: I have an idea for a concept I find interesting or a scene that would be cool to do. Sometimes these ideas don't tie to anything, they're just small fun scenarios I make up for fun, but if I like them a lot, I will develop them into the next step.

Outline: Now I have a core concept or situation I want to write, so it's time to decide how the rest plays out. I think of a beginning, an ending, and a general line of events that happen in the middle. It's a written draft and not set in stone, but has the general feeling (romance, comedy, angst, etc.)

First Draft: I will start writing whatever scenes I'm more excited to do. I usually work on the first chapter too so it's easier to set the tone later. The big events should be set in the draft, mostly, but can still change if needed; all the small things can wait. If I don't know how to write a part I jump to another.

Second Draft: Now we have a bunch of little stories! It's time to tie them together with the boring parts. It's not as exciting to go over exposition, or have the characters move around, but it's necessary. It's also the step where I make sure everthing is coherent and it's not contradicting other parts of the story.

Usually at this point is when I will clean the first chapter and start posting. I usually haven't finished the fic when the first chapter is up, but roughly half of it if not more will be written or planned. Note the first chapter will first go through step 6 and 7 first.

Final Draft: I rewrite everything correctly, polish the details, cut the filler and in general focus on making the flow dynamic and interesting. At this point it's possible I had a better idea for a future scene and I change it, but once something is published that detail is FINAL and will stay until the end.

Beta: I ask someone (usually my boyfriend) to revise and correct the chapter, fix the grammar and tell me if something is confusing or they have noticed a mistake in the timeline. This is important because I'm NOT English so I make a lot of mistakes lol

When I posted chapter 1 of ANL, up to chapter 9 I think? Were already in first draft at the very least. Some scenes from the ending had been the first I wrote, but as I developed the story and had new ideas, they have been heavily altered from the first idea.

Currently ANL is written to second draft completely, and the only reason I'm not faster uploading is because I'm lazy making the proper rewrites and drawing the illustrations that come with it (sorry!). The ending of the story went through several changes but I think I'm happy with the current one - nonetheless I never discard the idea of implementing changes if needed.

To keep the tone and writing consistent, I read the chapters together with the prior one (from the same character) together to make sure the narration flows the same way. Even if I learned a way to do it better, I try not to make it too different - I think keeping the flow is more important.

Often I will go back and correct things on prior chapters, but only grammar or oddly-written sentences, never events.

I hope this answers all your questions! Please don't hesitate to send more if you have them, and a big big thank you for reading my story! It makes me so very happy.

Have a wonderful day!

[dongofthewolf]

Dancing in the Deepest Oceans- Chapter 3

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

Your first date with Abby doesn’t go quite as planned.

Warnings: mentions of blood and injury, swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, uhhh yea I did that

Here’s chapter three! It definitely took way longer than I expected to do since I really wanted to get a lot of those requests done, so I’m v sorry about that.

Also I kinda cheated and included someone’s request for a bath scene with Abby in this so shhhhh it’s fine I’m just lazy productive like that okay LOL. I hope you all enjoy (esp if you requested the scene) ! :)

Read the previous chapter here

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. You felt like the protagonist in one of those cheesy rom-coms from back in the day; the ones where the girl suddenly stumbles into the arms of her true love and everyone sings a happy song, except this isn’t a movie and also it’s kind of the apocalypse or whatever. You didn’t care though, this was the closest thing to rom-com perfection you were getting and you couldn’t complain, because it was with her.

Though you had only known Abby for a few short days, something inside you couldn’t help but feel like you had known her your entire life. The intimacy of those few stolen glances, the slight brushes of your shoulders, the way your hand fit perfectly in hers; it all felt so natural. You just hoped she felt the same way. 

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She should be here.

You glanced down at your watch again, it was 8:15. Maybe you had heard her wrong? No, she definitely said eight o clock. Your mind swarmed with possible excuses as to why she wasn’t here; perhaps she thought you were meeting at seven and now she was the one who thought you were standing her up, or maybe she thought you guys were meeting at your room and this was the fault of some kind of miscommunication, or maybe she simply forgot. You racked your brain for any possibilities as to why she wasn’t here, trying your best to neglect the most obvious reason out of denial or maybe fear.

The hallway was dark and quiet, the tile floor cold against your skin as you sat with your knees tucked tightly against your chest. Your back ached from leaning against the steel door, and you had become increasingly more embarrassed every time someone passed by. Their lingering gazes made you want to disappear into the earth beneath you. 

For at least an hour, you sat outside her door contemplating whether or not you should wait for her. Was this whole thing a mistake? Your heart began to sink at the frightening possibility that she had been toying with your feelings this whole time, that you were just a naive girl with a childish crush on this person you barely even knew. God, how could you have been so stupid? This is exactly why you never formed attachments; they always ended in heartbreak, disappointment, or both. As more time passed, the fear and sadness that occupied your thoughts slowly began to fade into frustration.

This was dumb. Why were you waiting around for her like some lost kitten? You scoffed at how pathetic you felt. Anger began to rise in your chest as you thought of all the things you’d say to her when you saw her—how you’d scold her for standing you up, dreaming up this gigantic speech about how if she wasn’t interested she should’ve just told you. Or maybe instead of yelling you would just never speak to her again. Give her the silent treatment for the rest of your life. That is what she wanted anyways, right? 

As you sat there arguing silently with yourself you heard a pair of heavy footsteps headed towards you. You craned your neck to try and see who or what was approaching you, but the hallway was too dark to get a clear view. Panic quickly replaced the anger that had been occupying your heart just seconds ago as you stood up from your uncomfortable position. You could hear the adrenaline pumping in your ears as you squint your eyes at the dark figure headed towards you. A sudden rush of relief fell over you when a familiar face appeared out of the shadows.

“Y/N.” Manny emerged from the darkness. His hair was slicked back into a bun and he wore a nervous expression on his face. The sole of his boots were caked with a thick layer of mud that left a trail of footprints in the hallways, and you pitied the poor soul who would have to clean it up.

“Where’s Abby?” There was a sharpness to your words. You knew you should've been a bit more conversational (Manny had done nothing to you after all), but after sitting on the floor for an hour, you didn’t feel like wasting time on bullshit small talk. If Abby was going to send Manny to get rid of you instead of doing it herself, then the last thing you cared about right now was seeming polite.

“Right, about that…” You raised your eyebrow, Manny’s expression was difficult to interpret and you could tell he was here to break some kind of news to you, but for some reason it felt like whatever bomb he was about to drop was far worse than what you had expected.

“Manny, what’s going on?” You took a small step towards him, searching his face for an answer.

“Isaac sent Abby and I on a supply run this morning. Nothing too difficult, just transporting a few things to another base but…” Manny looked down at his feet as he contemplated his next words “but we ran into a group of scars on our way back and we got separated.”

You suddenly felt a tinge of guilt for thinking all those things about Abby. “W-what do you mean you got separated? Where’s Abby now?” 

Manny’s eyes were fixed to the floor as he delivered the news, his thumbs twiddling together nervously. “I uh… well, I don’t know.” Manny noticed your face twist with anger at his answer and tried to diffuse some of it “But Isaac’s already sent out a group to find her. It’s going to be okay Y/N, Abby is one of Isaac’s top soldiers and you know he’ll do whatever he can to find her.”

You were speechless, but more than anything you were frustrated. Frustrated at yourself for thinking such horrible things about Abby—for having such little faith in her. You wanted to scream at your past self for being so ignorant. Tears began to well in your eyes and Manny’s words did little to comfort you.

“I should be out there.” You marched down the hallway determined to find Abby but Manny was quicker.

His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back “You can’t go out there Y/N, you’ll die. Abby’s smart, okay? She’ll find her way back.” 

You tried to resist his grip on your wrist even though you knew he was right. You weren’t a soldier nor did you have the proper training to leave the outpost alone. And while a large part of you knew it was stupid to try and leave, a much bigger part of you didn’t care. You had to find Abby; you were willing to do anything, even if that meant putting yourself in harm's way. 

“I don’t care, I have to go out there.” You managed to yank yourself free from his grip and booked it towards the door but Manny was quick and caught you. Wrapping his arms around your stomach and hoisting you over his shoulder Manny carried you into his and Abby’s room while you fought and cried like a little kid. 

“Fucking let go of me Manny!” Tears stained your cheeks as you sobbed into Manny’s shirt. 

When Manny finally set you down on his bed you were exhausted from crying; the only thing left in your heart now was an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. You weren’t even allowed to leave the outpost to look for Abby, and the only thing you could do was sit in this wretched room praying she didn’t get mauled by a clicker or hung by a Seraphite. 

Manny didn’t feel any better about this than you did, in fact it was his job as Abby’s partner to watch out for her and he failed. Now his best friend was missing and it’s all his fault. The guilt weighed heavily on Manny as he tried to comfort you while you wept silently into his pillow. Even though he couldn’t have possibly predicted the surprise attack, he still felt like this entire thing was his doing. He tried to plead with Isaac to let him go back out and search for Abby but he refused, so Manny figured keeping you safe was the least he could do. 

Hours later you got up from Manny’s bed to use the bathroom, and he was nowhere to be found. You figured he probably went to bother Isaac about Abby or something, he was persistent like that.

You splashed some cold water on your face before tipping your head under the faucet to help ease the dryness in your throat. When you brought your head back up you almost didn’t recognize the person staring back at you in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy and there were dark circles under your eyes like you haven’t slept in days. You looked like a mess. Your hair was wild and unruly but at least with that outfit you had spent way too long picking out, you still looked pretty cute. 

At least you were a hot mess.

The longer you stared at yourself in the mirror, the more unrecognizable your face became. And then for reasons you couldn’t explain, you started laughing. A hysterical laugh that echoed off the walls in the bathroom like a sick symphony fell unwillingly from your mouth, and you couldn’t stop. There was something so incredibly sardonic about the events of these past few hours, that your body just decided to break out into a breathless cackle. It was a twisted reaction to a terrifying situation but for some reason it wouldn’t go away. Your stomach began to ache and your throat was dry and sore again. It felt like this sickening nightmare would never end. 

You felt tears begin to well up again when you heard something that immediately shook you from your shocked state: the rattling of the doorknob.

Your heart swelled with hope as you ran towards the door, not concerned about waking up the people in the rooms next door with your loud footsteps. The door creaked open, flooding the dark room with a pale yellow light that blinded you, and from that light emerged a figure you knew all too well— one that you had become intimately familiar with.

Abby limped through the door, at first not even realizing you were standing right there. You were looming in the darkness like some kind of monster, and you tried to speak but nothing came out. The only thing that snapped you out of it was the sound of Abby’s voice, hoarse and hushed like she was speaking into the darkness rather than you. God, you almost forgot how much you loved the sound of her voice. 

“Y/N?” Abby wasn’t sure if she was imagining this. She thought maybe the expired pain meds had some hallucinatory side effects and you were just what she wanted to see the most. Abby’s doubts faded into nothing when you took a small step into the light. In that moment she knew that this was real—that you were real.

When your eyes finally adjusted to the harsh lights you saw her face and gasped. To say Abby was in rough shape would be putting it lightly. There were cuts and bruises all over her face and body, and her clothes were absolutely filthy, but you couldn’t be bothered with that right now. You ran into her arms to embrace her tightly and Abby winced at the contact. Quickly you pulled back out of fear you hurt her, but Abby’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you back in.

Abby let out a loud exhale and for a small moment the jabbing pains all over her body ceased to exist. The only thing occupying her mind was the warmth of your body—how she could feel your heart beating with how tightly she was holding you, and she could finally exhale.

When you pulled away, a flood of emotions suddenly began to flow through you, filling you to the brim until the only words you could manage to mutter out through choked sobs were “I thought you were-“

“I know. I’m sorry.” There was a somber expression on Abby’s face as she wiped the tears from your cheek with the pads of her thumbs. 

You sniffed, looking up at her, you cleared your throat before speaking “Jesus Abby, your face.“ you softly grabbed Abby’s chin, examining her injuries in the light. There were crimson slices all over her face, and she was beaten black and blue. A particularly deep cut on her forehead had been stitched carefully and there was a cotton bandage wrapped around her left forearm. The state of your distress now seemed like peanuts compared to Abby’s state.

Without thinking you hugged Abby again tightly, revelling in the comfort of her embrace. Abby’s eyes were closed when you wrapped your arms around her, her eyebrows were furrowed and you weren’t sure if she was about to cry or scream. Though you didn’t know much about Abby, you did know she was a soldier—a warrior who wasn’t disturbed easily. You had no idea what she had just been through, but whatever happened had shaken her up pretty good. 

“Here.” Bringing your arms up to the strap of her backpack, you helped her ease it off her shoulder. She let out a breath of relief as you lifted the weight from her back and placed it near the door. 

Looking at Abby now you finally realized how dirty she was. There was mud and grime all over her clothes and her braid was loose and unruly. 

“Hey, uh I’ll run a bath for you, just wait here.” Considering her state you figured a bath would be more relaxing than a shower. Besides, you needed to feel useful right now, and if that meant taking care of Abby for a bit? You didn’t mind at all.

Hesitantly, you made your way to the bathroom and laid out a small towel on the tile floor. Turning on the faucet, you placed the plug in the tub and made your way to Abby, guiding her to the edge of the tub. “Let me know if the water is too hot, okay?”

Abby nodded as she ran her hand under the running water, letting the warmth fall between her fingers. When the tub was full, you turned off the faucet and stood up, using Abby’s shoulders to help steady you as you started for the door but something stopped you. 

“Wait-“ You stopped, Abby’s hand was over the one you placed on your shoulder, securing it there so you wouldn’t leave. She looked at you with pleading eyes as she spoke “Can… can you stay?” Abby didn’t say anything more but you could tell by the look in her eyes she needed you here. 

“Sure. I’ll turn around and you can get undressed.” You turned to face the door, looking down at the tile floor as you traced the crevices with your finger. The only sound that could be heard was the droplets of water that fell from the faucet echoing against the walls and the soft rustling of Abby removing her clothes. Eventually you heard Abby lower herself into the tub, she let out a loud sigh as the tension in her muscles dissipated from the warm water.

“You can turn around now.” Abby’s voice was quiet when she finally spoke.

Slowly you turned around to see Abby sitting in the tub, her legs tucked against her chest as she hugged herself tightly. Her eyes were fixed on the floor of the tub while she rested her chin on her knee. It broke your heart when you saw her injuries in the light. There were deep purple bruises along her shoulder blades and scabbed over cuts along her arms and legs. You also saw scars, a lot of them. Some were old and faded, while others were new, probably sustained within the last couple of weeks.

The steam from the water floated up, fogging the mirrors and warming the room. You made your way to the edge of the tub with a small washcloth, dipping it into the water just slightly. “Here.”

Bringing your finger to Abby’s chin you lifted her eyes to face yours. Her features softened when you met her gaze and lightly you brought the washcloth to her face. Careful to avoid the stitches on her forehead, you rid the dirt from her face, dipping the cloth into the water every once in a while before bringing it back to her face.

Her freckles were more prominent in the light and her eyes stuck attentively studying your movements. When all the grime was gone, you couldn’t help but notice a whisper of a blush on Abby’s cheeks. 

“One hell of a first date, huh?” Abby spoke seriously but you could see a hint of a smirk on the edge of her mouth. A bit of her normal self was beginning to return.

Sitting up more straight now you gave her a small smile. “This is definitely the most interesting one I’ve ever been on.” 

You reached for her braid, undoing the elastic and separating the strands from each other while Abby spoke. “Oh so you’ve never bathed someone during a first date?”

“I can confidently say that this is my first.” Grabbing the small bar of soap from the dish in the corner, you dipped it into the water and lathered it between your fingers. 

The soap filled the air with the scent of pine and rain and you sighed at the smell. It filled your senses and reminded you of the first time you saw her. Not the time in the cafeteria but on that rainy day when you bumped into her for the first time. You inhaled deeply; it smelled like her.

Gently you began massaging the bubbles into Abby’s hair. Weaving the blonde locks through your fingers, and purposely taking longer than necessary. Watching closely as Abby’s muscles relaxed and her eyes fluttered closed from your touch. 

“Lean back.” Shielding her face from the water you grabbed a cup and poured the water over her head, letting the bubbles wash away from her scalp and into the water. “Is this okay?” 

Abby hummed in response and you took that as a yes. You repeated the process while you washed the soap from her hair, doing it a couple more times than needed because you knew it calmed her. 

The bathroom was quiet again, the only sound coming from the steady flow of water from the cup onto her head, and into the water. It was peaceful, and the both of you were content in this familiar silence. Appreciating each other’s company without the need to fill the air.

When you were done you sat up and laid out a towel for Abby, drying your hands on your shirt. “I’ll grab you some clean clothes, just give me a sec.” 

You left Abby to dry off while you searched for some clean clothes. Grabbing what you assumed was a clean shirt and a pair of sweatpants, you made your way back to the bathroom. Standing outside the door, you knocked lightly. “Can I come in?” 

Before you could wait for an answer, Abby opened the door a bit, hiding herself behind it. You handed Abby the clothes and she gave you an appreciative smile, it was small but genuine. “Thanks.” 

You sat beside the bathroom door waiting for Abby and trying not to think about the fact that she could’ve died out there. She was here and that’s all that mattered for now.

Your mind wandered as you picked at your sleeve, you noticed there were a few wet spots on your shirt from the edge of the tub. The cool air made you shiver and you regretted not bringing a sweater, even if this was supposed to be a night in. 

When Abby finally emerged from the bathroom you quickly stood up, unsure of what to do next. Her hair was still damp and spread across her shoulders; this was the first time you had ever seen her without that signature braid and you were in awe of how beautiful she looked. It was such a strange thought but it was the only thing occupying your mind. There was something so rare about seeing her like this that you couldn’t stop the flutter in your heart when it happened. 

Grabbing her hand, you led her to the bed on the opposite side of Manny’s and pulled the covers back so she could slip in. When she settled under the sheets you neatly tucked her in before standing up again. 

You didn’t know what to do now. Would it be rude to stay? Abby clearly needed the rest, but something in you desperately wanted to stay. You decided to let her sleep and started towards the door when you heard a small voice from beneath the covers. “Stay. Please.”

Abby’s voice was quiet and you could hear the exhaustion behind it. You looked at her with a smile and sat down on the bed next to her, pushing a strand of hair from her forehead before smoothing it down softly. She looked at you apologetically as you caressed her head, and  you gave her a look of reassurance even if you were scared out of your mind. Her eyes fluttered closed and her features softened from your touch. You stayed like this for a while, continuing even after her breathing had slowed and you knew she was asleep.

You stayed up watching her sleep; studying the way her mouth was slightly agape as she let out small breaths. She looked so peaceful.

A small teardrop escaped from your eye, and you quickly wiped it away. You knew this wasn’t going to be the last time she’d be like this; battered and bruised and fighting a war that seemed to never end. It hurt your heart to know that she was on this path of self-destruction, but what hurt most was knowing she’d likely never stop. 

You tried not to think about that right now. Eventually letting your attention fall onto the wet shirt that was still stuck to different parts of your body. Removing the item you walked over to the drawer where you had found the clothes for Abby and slipped on one of her t-shirts. It was devastatingly oversized on you but it was warm and smelled like her. 

You settled onto the space next to Abby’s bed, ignoring the ache in your back as you lay flat on the floor beneath you. Though the pain was worth enduring with the knowledge that Abby was here, and that’s all that mattered to you right now. 

While you lay on the floor you began thinking about how different things were just hours ago. It wasn’t long ago that you were practically dancing like an idiot in your mirror because you were going on a date with Abby. It’s strange how many emotions you had gone through in one day, you were almost positive you had broken some kind of record. You chuckled at yourself; surely no one was going to spontaneously break out into a song like in the movies, but you didn’t mind. This was enough— being here with Abby was enough. 

Eventually, exhaustion overtook your body and you quickly felt your eyes becoming heavier. The floor was beginning to feel a lot more comfier than when you had sat down and before you knew it, you had fallen into a deep slumber.

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Big Congrats on the 1k Cherri!! Way to go!

You know I have to do this~ lol

How do you feel about Sebek? Or maybe Hatori from Fruits Basket?

BIZ~ MY DEAR 

I’m so happy to have a Fruits Basket mentioned so earlier, and also to dive a bit more about my feelings with Sebek. Thank you for your ask, Biz! (sorry for being late tho) 

[in reference to my 1k follower event post!]

Let’s begin with Hatori Sohma aka best dragon man since Shiryu Dragon <3 (if it’s in my notes, it’s truthTM)

Hatori is on my list of favorites from Fruits Basket, especially in the category of the adult cast. He’s a solid character for me and yes, although I think he works better with being part of a dynamic, I love his character arc, his story, the piece of soundtrack that will forever be remembered bc of him. Also, pls, more screen time for him! I know he appears a lot but it’s never enough lmao

Hatori’s first appearance probably left that feeling of something serious in the horizon but most scenes that follow his gloomy entrance have this comedic timing that completely breaks our expectations. Like, Hatori is serious. Sometimes so much that he ends up being a little bit silly but not so Shigure-like type of silliness. I’m thinking about how he called up Tohru just to hand her the photos he took from the Cultural Festival with Kyo and Yuki (and there she was scared af of him) or most of his conversations with Mayuko

Let’s not talk about the seahorse issue, let’s leave it there

Hatori is the perfect balance with a lot of character traits that I personally love, from his deadpan stares to his funny moments, without losing his own essence and this feeling in our hearts that “yes, I’ll protect this 182cm dude that uses very expensive suits and will not talk ever about his traumas unless I ask him about snow melting the spring”

I just think he’s neat <3

so... uh... talking about dragon-related things: LOCAL CROC BOY FROM THE DRAGON DORM AND WHAT ABOUT HIM AND YULIA~

In all humble honesty, Yulia didn’t care much for Sebek when she played twst. She loved the memes tho. And out of some anime she watched with extremely loud characters, she thought that Sebek’s voice was melodic enough to not annoy her when he shouted… but she gets scared every time he announces himself (she’s a very scaredy cat, tbh)

But time goes by, Yulia dreams sometimes of Sebek’s personal stories and she sometimes just stares at him, silently, wondering about what’s going inside that perfectly combed mint piece of head he has and what’s his story. Especially bc Yulia is very family-centered and she loves her dad, so she would gladly sit down with Sebek if he ever need to talk to someone and get together his daddy issues that have more deep roots than “boo humans are lame” and etc

Sebek… doesn't quite understand her. Not even a tiny little bit. He heard a lot about Yulia from Malleus himself, Jack and even Silver, but he still can’t figure her out. Yulia is serious yet chaotic, competent but lazy. She goes round and round on paradoxes like she’s a dress that keeps changing between two colors again and again. UTTERLY TIRESOME!!

Obviously bc of Yulia’s proximity with Malleus, Sebek was very defensive about protecting his liege at first. Later on, it got into simple bickering about their different ways of going about things. Sebek is noisy and Yulia is very quiet. That is, until he starts to read and she gets angry with something

Because Yulia was growing very curious about Sebek each day, she decided to ask Malleus and Silver about the books he was reading and she was happy to know that they both have similar interests in literature (well, the rest of the crew is very similar too but that’s a plus). She tries to talk about Sebek’s family sometimes and she pulls Ace’s ear when he’s going to far with the teasing

Sebek doesn’t know but Yulia is thinking of adopting him as an honorary son he would throw her out of embarrassment if he knew, pretty much just like Deuce. She knows she will cry if he ever gets deep about the issues with fae and humans, the guilt of being rude to his own father even when the poor Mr. Zigvolt was being the sweetest man ever or just his insecurities in general

Yulia is the type of “mom friend” that would pat Sebek’s head and proceed to wish him all the happiness in the world, going on about how she hopes he find someone who loves him deeply, that will treat him right, how the Diasomnia crew loves him as a family, she wants to be invited to his wedding someday and so on. Little does she know she is more destructive to Sebek’s nerves than any joke Ace ever made or Lilia pulling up pranks on him… 

Sebek’s final opinion on Yulia is that she’s okay and all. Yeah, he could say he likes her. Well, platonically. Young Master forbid he ever falls in love with such walking amalgamation of chaos he leaves this horrible cursed fate in Jack and Silver’s hands to duel on

In summary, Yulia gives Sebek a 7.5/10 in terms of good relationship waiting to get better (but well, there’s a whole list of favorites ahead of him too). She shall protect him from unreasonable complaints bc she’s part of the “Sebek protection force” along with Malleus, Silver and Lilia. Only they can bonk Sebek’s gel hair with a baton. Only them.