#as is punching things (including things you probably shouldn't)

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✧— ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: NSFW | subby to soft dom! Spencer, fem! Reader, insecure Reader in the beginning, Spencer gets punched once, oral sex (male receiving), blood kink if you squint, praise kink if you squint, no use of y/n, uses of nicknames such as baby, sweetheart etc, fingering (female receiving), squirting, pussy slapping, overstimulation if you squint | lmk if I forgot something!

✧— ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀ��: A blind date with Dr. Spencer Reid ends in a surprising manner, including a spilt lip and a thief

✧— ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.6k

✧— ᴀ/ɴ: probably one of my most favourite work I ever wrote, please give it love <33

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You were on a blind date with Dr. Spencer Reid.

Penelope had set you both up, and you had agreed to the date because there was no harm in it. The man himself was punctual meanwhile you were unfortunately ten minutes late. In your defense, you had to keep redoing your eyeliner.

You won't admit it to him when he asks why you were late. Instead, you said dismissively, “Oh, it's the traffic.” The stare he gave you assured you of the fact that he knew you were lying.

“The rush hour shouldn't begin in this area for another hour. Even then if you were truly stuck in traffic, you would have come even later,” he said as a matter of fact.

You raised your eyebrows in shock, your lips parting as you scoff. “Ah.. yes.. well..” You decided to let him know the truth, “It was actually because my eyeliner kept getting messed up and I had to redo it. I am sorry.”

“No need to apologize. The average woman spends about 22 and a half minutes getting ready when they go out,” he said, his fingers tapping on the table.

“Oh,” you said, taking in the fact, you suppress the urge to Google it to see if he's correct. “That's cool,” you smile softly at him.

The rest of the date goes averagely well. Spencer told you as much as he could about his work and you did the same. You learned about the man's IQ, and about the fact he was a genius. The longer the date goes on, you seem to realize you're not for someone who has achieved so many things at such a young age.

Your whole life was a mess. And Spencer noticed that you were hesitant to talk about yourself after finding out more about him. The date ended on a polite note. Despite the fact, you decided not to call him back, you liked him. He was sweet, a bit dorky but you liked hearing his random rants about things you never even thought about before.

The man insisted on walking you home and you agreed. It was a thirty-minute walk. As you both started walking, it was hard to keep pace with him. He had slowed down for you, and your hand kept brushing with his. But neither of you made the next move of simply holding hands.

You wanted to though.

Both of you continue walking in silence. You notice the full moon in the sky and grin. “The moon is so pretty,” you whispered.

“Yeah, very pretty,” Spencer mumbled back while looking at you.

You looked at him, and asked, “Wanna hold hands as well? It's kinda chilly.”

“I don't see how holding hands would help with the fact you're feeling cold. Would you like my jacket instead?”

You don't say anything, smiling at the agent so he would get the hint. He doesn't. You shake your head at yourself and state the obvious, “I would like to hold hands with you as we walk. Can I, Reid?”

He flushed, crimson covering his pale face. He stutters, “Ye- yes I would like that. And please call me Spencer.” He offers you his hand and you tangle your fingers with his. Within the next second the sweet moment is ruined.

A thief had come out of nowhere and had snatched your back. You stand there gaping at the figure that seems smaller by the second. Spencer didn't take a moment to react; he sprinted after the unsub. You get out of your stupor, your legs make you run towards the thief albeit slower than Spencer.

Spencer catches him. The agent gets punched but he quickly takes control of the situation. He twists the thief’s arm while you take your purse that was now on the street. You take out your phone and call the police. The police arrive soon.

Spencer handles everything and the thief is taken away. You notice that Spencer had a split lip and he was bleeding. “Hey,” you said, taking his attention away from the police. You raise your hand and you touch the cut. He winces.

“Sorry,” you mutter, “My house is right around the corner. I have first aid.” You add, knowing that he doesn't know how to take hints, “Come up?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. Fuck, he's adorable. Even with his perfect hair now a complete mess. He looked much, much better as a mess. You had to suppress the urge to lick the bead of blood on his lips.

“That would be nice,” he mumbles.

You bring the man to your apartment, Spencer has taken care of everything. You'll have to go to the police station tomorrow to give a statement. Right now, you focus on the pretty boy instead. You make him sit on the couch.

You bring out the first aid. You wet the cotton with the antiseptic, you sit in front of him. You already liked him. There's no denying that. But seeing him messy with blood turned you on to no fucking end. He was pretty before, now he's sexy to you. Your poor panties were suffering because of it. Completely utterly soaked with your arousal.

You act normal as you sit in front of him. You tilt his head and he lets you. Fuck. Even that made your cunt clench around nothing. You swallow as you press the bud onto his cut. He lets out a whimper. And... you felt yourself going insane, wanting to hear that sound on repeat.

You clean up the wound to the best of your abilities. You sit back satisfied. You grin at him, your hand musing his hair up because you just couldn't control yourself. “All done, pretty boy.”

You can't help but feel disappointed that it was over. He will leave. You'll drown in your own insecurities to ever ask for a second date. “You didn't like me much, did you?” Spencer asked. His hand is in his hair desperately trying to fix his ruined hairstyle.

You scoff playfully, “Why would you think that?”

“Most people I meet find me… overwhelming. Weird,” Spencer said, “I agreed to this date expecting nothing different. It was to satisfy Garcia. But… you were certainly nicer than the people I have met before. I would like to thank you for that.”

Your heart aches as you hear his words. You lean in, both of you sharing the same air now. Your hand is on his cheek, your thumb caressing his skin. “You're not weird, Spencer. You're unique. And you're out of my league. I am sorry if I made you feel bad-”

“No, you didn't,” he cuts you off, leaning in even closer. His eyebrows are furrowed as if he doesn't understand his actions. It was like you were gravity-pulling him in. Your lips brush with his, your breathing heavy. You can hear your heartbeat thumping against your ribcage.

“I never felt this way before,” he murmured, his hands getting tangled in your hair. His eyes were dark, and he closed them. He tried to pull back, trying to have a bit of self-control. He couldn't, he only leans in further, trying to close the gap between both of your lips.

“What way?” You whispered, wondering how you could make this man feel anything.

“I have an urge to kiss you. I have had that urge since you had bitten your lip nervously when I called you out in your childish lying. I have wanted to kiss you since you smiled at me genuinely as I was talking about things you as an average person couldn't possibly be interested in nor were you paying attention."

“Hey!” You chuckled, finding your way to his lap. “I was paying attention,” ‘To your lips’, you didn't add.

“Were you?” He challenged.

“Hmm,” you hum, your hands around his shoulders now. Your fingers twirling his hair near his nape.

“Liar,” he giggles. “I never thought I would find it endearing.”

Your heart warms as you hear his words. “Kiss me, Spencer,” you whispered, forgetting about his split lip. Spencer doesn't seem to care about the cut because he pressed his lips to yours as soon as he got your consent. You moan, your lips parting to welcome his tongue.

The kiss was clumsy. Wet, and sloppy and you loved it. The faint taste of blood coates your taste buds and you love it. Your tongue caresses his, trying to engrave his taste on your lips. You bite his lower lip, opening his cut. He hisses but doesn't break the kiss.

The kiss turns bloody but neither of you cares.

You rather enjoyed it more than you should. You lick the cut before kissing him again, he sucks your tongue tasting his blood on you. Both of you break the kiss before your lips meet his lips again in haste.

He groans into your mouth. You break the kiss and whisper, “Want you.” Your hands were on the hem of his sweater. “Can I?” You asked. He nods and you take it off. You then begin to unbutton the brown dress shirt he wore.

As soon as you get him undressed. Your hands begin to explore his body. He was lanky, and you loved it. He shivers when your finger tweaks his nipple. He sighs your name and you can feel his cock, hard and eager for attention beneath you.

“You like that, baby?” The nickname falls naturally from your lips. Your tongue ghosts over his neck, the hollow of his collarbone. He doesn't reply but you can feel his cock twitch. That's enough of an answer to you.

Your lips find his sensitive nipple. And you suck the hard pebble, enjoying his gasp. You smirk, as your tongue twirls against his sensitive flesh. Your hand gives his other nipple the same attention. You drag your tongue further down his stomach, your lips pressing wet kisses all over his heated skin. “Can I taste you, genius?” You whispered, your mouth took a bit of his skin to bite. You leave a mark of your teeth on his skin.

The mark looks good on him.

Spencer whines, “Yes, please.”

You unzip his pants, tug the cloth down, and free his legs of it. You were going to do the same for his boxers. But you decided to do something else. His boxer briefs were dark due to the pre-cum, one spot more prominent than others.

You place your lips there, and you suck his pre-cum that has seeped into the fabric. He groans at the sight, his eyes getting closed shut as his chest rises up and down. Spencer was breathing through his mouth. You find his cockhead, and suck harder, the material of the boxer getting darker and wetter because of your saliva.

Spencer moans your name, all loud and unabashed in the living room. With his moan comes a plea, “Don't tease, please.” You don't listen. Your tongue flicks over his clothed slit coaxing out more of his pre-cum. Only when you are satisfied with the mess you created, do you pull back. You snap the man back to reality by pulling the hem of his boxers and letting it snap on his skin. He whimpers, and you wonder briefly if he was as freaky as you. You wondered if he liked pain.

A discovery for another day.

You set him free from the confines of his boxers. His cock springs up, the cockhead hitting his stomach. The cockhead was a dark pink, bordering on a painful red. His cock was begging to cum with the way the veins were bulging, and his slit kept letting out beads of pre-cum. He was long enough to stretch out your cunt perfectly, he was thick enough to roll your eyes back.

He was… to describe this with a single word was impossible. All you knew was that you wanted his cum in your mouth, you wanted his cum painting your pussy walls. You wanted him. You wanted him ruined by you. You don't let a single thought of insecurity creep into your mind.

You distract yourself with his cock instead. You use your hand to squeeze more pre out of him. You enjoy the way the pearly white liquid drips onto your hand. You press a kiss to each of his balls. He gasps, both of his hands in a tight fist. His eyes were closed.

“Look at me, baby,” you whispered, “Look at me as I have my meal, baby.”

You lick all over his cockhead. You don't care if he opened his eyes or not. You were too busy moaning as you tasted him. Salty, and thick, you loved it.

Spencer Reid is now your favorite flavor.

You begin to take more of his cock in your mouth. Stopping halfway through his length because you didn't want to choke. You close your eyes and take a deep breath through your nose before you hollow your mouth. You begin to suck, not giving a fuck about your technique. You're hungry. You're eating him up.

This was as simple as that.

Your tongue runs all over his shaft, and the corners of your lips have saliva and pre-cum oozing out. Making you look like an absolutely pathetic mess. Spencer whimpers as he looks at you, his hand coming down to gently wipe away the mess. Even when his mind was numb with pleasure, he managed to be sweet. You reward his sweetness with a harsh suck causing his hips to thrust forward. The action made you take more of his cock, and you choke.

He tries to pull out but you stop his ministrations with a sharp slap on his thigh. You glare at him despite the fact your view is blurry with tears. Spencer tenses before relaxing. “Sorry,” he groans, “I didn't mean to do that. Feels so good, sweetheart.”

The nickname is a melody to your ears. You begin to bob your head upside down. You blink, letting the tears fall, you see the way his knuckles were turning white from the fists he made. You put your hands over his fists and pry them open. You intertwined his fingers with yours. His nails now dig into your skin, and yours does the same. You both have crescent-shaped marks on each other's hands.

Your nails dig into his skin a bit harder as you slowly take more of his cock down your throat. You take him down to the hilt, your nose pressed into his mound and you breathe in his primal scent. It drives you fucking insane. It reminds you of your sopping wet cunt that is aching to be filled.

Your eyes roll back as you continue. You move a bit and find yourself between one of his legs. You pressed yourself against the shin of his leg. You moan, the vibration of the sound sends jolts of pleasure to the boy. He cums, all thick and hot down your throat without a warning.

You let his cock slip out of your mouth, you couldn't manage to swallow all of his cum. It coats your lower chin, you rest your head on his thigh as you begin to ride his leg like a deprived whore. Your soaked panties weren't much of a textural pleasure against your pussy. But you would take anything you can get.

You wanted to cum. That's it.

Your actions are interrupted by a sharp yank of your hair. You moan from the pain and the pleasure that comes along with it. Your blurry eyes focus on Spencer, looking at you with wide brown eyes. “Come up, darling,” he said, gently, “Let me take care of you now.”

You whimper, hating the way you were interrupted but listen. You find yourself on his lap again, your back pressed to his chest. The brown-haired boy kisses your nape. “You were so good to me,” he praises, “Thank you.”

You wanted to reply, but instead, you let out a soft noise. Your head resting on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Good girl,” and you nearly cum from the praise. His eyes are curious as he sees your reaction. The man is memorizing your reactions so he can play your body like a fiddle in the future.

You were giving him all the answers.

Good girl indeed.

He unbuttons the blouse you were wearing. It reveals your bra, and your nipples straining against the silk material. Spencer pulls the bra up, freeing your breasts. Spencer hums in satisfaction as he uses both of his hands to knead the soft flesh. You moan as he pinches your nipples, he plays with your breasts effectively.

You were so wet, you could feel your juices had coated your thighs. “Spencer,” you whine, “Do something please.”

He stills, “You want more?” He breathes down your neck, and you shiver as you feel the exhale of air on your skin.

“Yes,” you beg.

“What do you want?” He asked, his hand sprawled over your tummy. He pressed his hand softly, his fingers tapping on your skin in the similar way he tapped the wood at the beginning of the date.

“Anything,” you gasp, “anything you give me, Spence.”

He chuckled, and it was a bit mean to your ears. “And to think you didn't like me. How wrong you have proven me, darling. One of the few to ever do so,” he whispered, his tongue peeking out to lick the shell of your ear. You moan as you feel the wet muscle on your skin.

His hand travels further down your body. His finger snapped the button of your jeans open. He slides down your jeans alongside your panties down to your knees. Exposing your glistening pussy to the cold air. You let out a heavy sigh, your eyes closing as you melt into his touch.

He was looking at your pretty cunt, his fingers pushing your pussy lips aside to see your cute clit and your slit. “Beautiful,” he whispered. And he watched your cunt clench around nothing. He pressed his palm onto your slick sex, he began to slowly soak his palm onto your arousal. The pressure of his hand is delicious.

But you needed to be ravished.

He pulled his hand away before he brought it back to your pussy in the form of a slap. You jolt in his hold as he slaps your pussy, once, twice. The wet sound ringing in your ears as you nearly cum from this.

“You're really wet,” he notes, his fingers swiping up and down your folds. His digits were glistening with your arousal. You don't say anything, feeling your body burning with lust.

His thumb finds your clit, he plays with the bud. Flickering it with his fingers, even going as far as pinching it. He makes the poor bud all swollen and sensitive, you let him do all that, getting closer to your high from the simple yet mind-blowing touches.

“Spencer,” you moan, as you feel his fingers playing around your slit. Teasing you with the hint of going in but never venturing inside of your walls. “Come on,” you whine.

He tuts you, his fingers finding your clit to pinch the bud rather harshly making you see stars. “Don't be impatient,” he said.

His finger finds your entrance again, this time he pushes his middle finger in. The slide is extremely easy and wet. You moan as you let yourself be filled. The single finger pressed deep inside of you, and he twisted the finger making you see white.

“Warm,” he mumbles, “Tight too…” He pressed his ring finger in, and soon he was knuckles deep inside of your pussy. “You can take it,” he whispered, as his other arm was wrapped around your stomach keeping you caged.

“Yes,” you agreed with a loud whine, “I can!”

He begins to slowly fuck his fingers into you. The squelching sounds made because of how slick your pussy was spurring him on. “So wet for me,” he groaned near your ear, as his fingers found your spongy spot.

You gasp he expertly curls his fingers to the spot, his fingers rubbing the soft, yet hard sensitive muscle. You begin to squirm, feeling entirely overwhelmed. His arm tightened around you. His fingers begin to thrust inside you, faster and faster by each second.

You cry out his name. He doesn't stop. He won't stop. “Please, please, please!” You beg, but you don't tell him to stop so he continues. His lips were pressed to your neck, his tongue licking your pulse. “Good girl,” he groaned, as his fingers got soaked in your juices. Your slick walls clenched around his digits like a glove as you feel closer and closer to the edge.

He pushed a third finger in without warning. And it burns, but it burns so good that your eyes roll back. The coil that had gathered in your stomach snaps, and you feel yourself relax as your mind lets go. You don't even realize you're squirting, your cunt spasming around Spencer's fingers.

It feels so, so good.

You feel your eyes getting droopy, you feel yourself completely content and your mind breaking away from reality. You think you hear Spencer softly calling your name out. And you swear you whispered a coherent response.

You feel a pair of lips kissing your forehead.

“Don't worry, I'll take care of you.”

Suffice it to say, that wasn't the only date you and Spencer went on.

[n0n-sen-se]

💌 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫. . .

includes ;; genya, muichiro content ;; pure fluff. a/n ;; stresstember eh? the perfect time to indulge in some adorable escapism! (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡

☆☆☆ # genya shinazugawa !

genya regularly receives check-ups at the Butterfly Mansion, thus you tend to bump into him a ton!

this is where things start to take a turn. . . he stops getting so angry and quick to shut you down. . . and instead, he starts watching you train a little more, keeping idle tabs on your schedule, daydreaming of you when he should be focusing on training. . .

then it hits him:

he's got a crush ?!

to this boy love literally feels lethal.

he can't function. at all. he's unable to stand or talk to you for more than a few seconds without becoming flustered and wracked with nerves.

so loving you from afar is the simplest-easiest option.

he stares a ton, and tries hard not to get caught.

daydreams when he shouldn't- and at the worst times- you can only get punched in the face while training so many times before you start to wonder if having a crush is really worth it.

i'm pretty sure anyone could see the reason this quick-tempered boy suddenly turns shy when he's around you.

and he hates admitting it. (what is he supposed to do? he's never been in love before?)

there are times when he's 100% undoubtably sure that you're busy- or far, far away from the scene of the crime. . . he'll sneak into your room (after double checking that the coast is clear, again) he'll leave a few wildflowers next to your nightstand.

just the thought that he's showing romantic affection towards you has his heart palpitating. . . even if it is, technically indirect.

has him paranoid as hell, like somehow even after all his precautions, you'll just know it was him. if you suspect him, or bring it up, he'll vehemently deny everything.

(whenever he leaves flower btw, it'll be up to a week before he works up the courage to bring another bunch, and in between he tries to garner the courage to talk to you. . . without success)

he'd actually get pretty comfortable with this scenario, and eventually saves up enough to produce a small vase to hold all the flowers.

and it feels like the biggest step yet!

its a painfully simple pot, and he feels he could do better, but he's tied a woven red string around the neck to help. . . at least a little.

you know. . . in the future he could tie notes to it. the thought has his ears burning red hot, and he flees the scene just as quickly.

☆☆☆ # muichiro tokito !

honestly, it doesn't fully occur to him that he is a secret admirer at first.

he just one day happens to notice you because you caught his eye. nothing in particular, there was just something. . . bright about your presence.

your eyes? your smile? who could really say. all he knows is that your very interesting to look at when you're around.

even your voice catches his attention, like the sound of bells to his ears. its calming and also so alluring? how are you able to charm him like this?

the couple times you caught him staring he looked away quickly, then he starts wondering why he's afraid of being caught?

that's when the idea of an idea starts to form in his head.

a crush!

honestly, i think he'd smile to himself at the thought. its all very confusing and all very new and exciting!

he'd stare a ton and try to be subtle. . . but then fail at that too. (at this point he's just standing beside a tree rather than behind it?)

muichiro gifts you things that remind him of you: things that are eye-catching and interesting to him.

. . . something that holds his attention as much as you do. . .

mostly things he's found, like the shiniest shells or rocks, broken ornaments or porcelain he's found. the best would probably be a tiny pearl he. . . acquired.

instructs his crow to deliver them to you, which in turn means you get hit in the head with said object- you don't need a more obvious clue to know that his crow hates. your. guts. (don't worry she's just a little jealous)

at first, he completely forgets that he's sent anything to you at all.

until he see's you holding them and it all connects.

silently hopes you to make the connection too. and i don't think he'd mind being caught at all. (its kind of like a fun game he's playing, that subsequently causes the faintest blush to appear across the bridge of his nose)

thinks about you maybe a bit too much, and starts to get excited at the prospect of being in love or a relationship! what would it be like to hold your hand, or even have all of your attention for once? (now he's just smiling up at the clouds like an adorable idiot)

if he writes anything (a note?) its just doodles and drawings he's done that he then hands over to his crow to deliver.

actually very fond of leaving you snacks too. . . or straight up offering to share while (innocently) asking you what ❛all those things in your hands❜ are.

[baocean]

𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

⤷ chapter eleven - crushcrushcrush

the party wasn’t supposed to be this big. just the group, rafe had said. just a small, chill thing rafe had said.

but rafe’s definition of “just the group” apparently includes half the campus, three beer pong tables, and the entirety of the kildare u's mens lacrosse team.

you’re in the kitchen, holding a drink that’s long gone flat, leaning against the counter. and across the room, half-sunk into the couch, hood up, bruised and unsteady, is jj. he shouldn't be here. he barely got cleared to play, definitely didn't get cleared to drink.

but he’s here, and he’s watching you.

you haven’t looked back. not once, not since the game, not since he smiled at you with a mouth full of blood like he knew you’d been scared.

cleo’s off with pope somewhere, kie’s talking to rafe, and sarah’s playing dj on the world’s most cracked bluetooth speaker. you're busy looking around the room, trying to find anyone you know, when you feel it.

some guy you don’t know presses in beside you, too close. he says something, slurred, too loud, you shake your head, try to sidestep. but his hand catches your waist. fingers digging in because he thinks no one’s watching.

“get off.” you snap, shoving him back. he stumbles a step and laughs like it’s funny. and then he comes back. faster this time, angrier, hand reaching for your wrist.

you go to backhand him across the face. you don’t get the chance, because jj moves out of nowhere. no warning, one step, one clean punch, and the guy drops hard, right onto the tile, knocked back so fast the room gasps.

“take a fucking hint, dude.” his voice is low and kind of scary, in that way that only happens when he’s not joking anymore. the kind of tone you’ve only heard once from him.

the guy stumbles as he gets up, swears, holds up his hands like he didn’t mean it, but jj’s already shaking, like his body hasn’t caught up with how hard he just moved on an injury that should’ve kept him home.

jj finally turns to you, breathing uneven, like it cost him.

you actually look back, for the first time tonight. “what the fuck, jj?"

“he touched you.”

“i had it handled.”

“he was like, a foot and a half taller than you, yn.” his hand stuck out in the direction the guy disappeared to. jj’s voice came out louder than he meant, sharp, cutting through the hum of the party, and people turned.

he blinked, chest still heaving, hand still pointed in the direction the guy disappeared.

then he seemed to hear himself. his shoulders dropped just a little. his voice softened.

“i’m sorry, i’m just-” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, quieter now, gaze flicking away from the crowd and back to you.

you take a deep breath, then close your eyes, then tip your head back. barely audible, barely above a whisper, you say, “thanks, jayj.”

his eyes flick up fast, like he wasn’t expecting it. something hits somewhere deep in his chest and sticks there. your voice, your face, the way you made his stupid nickname yours.

“yeah.” he breathes. “yeah, of course.”

the party hums back to life behind you, music crawling back in through the walls, but jj’s still standing in front of you, wrecked and wired and probably bleeding somewhere. you can tell he’s coming down now, the adrenaline’s wearing off. now, he’s just a boy with too many bruises and not enough ways to say what he means.

he shifts on his feet, winces a little, but never take his eyes off you.

“i just…you know i wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, right?”

his voice cracks a little at the end, like he’s not used to saying stuff like this. like it tastes unfamiliar in his mouth.

“i mean, you’ve…you’ve put up with enough of my shit already, so…”

his laugh is soft and nervous. almost self deprecating. his eyes flick to the side, then back to you.

you blink, the weight of that sinks in slow. jj’s not smiling, not smirking, just looking at you like he means it.

your heart does something ugly in your chest, something uninvited.

you just nod and smile, enough to make jj exhale, just barely, and look down, like he’s a little surprised you didn’t backhand him. he expected you to roll your eyes, shove him away, call him dramatic or stupid or jj.

he gives you a nod, and then heads into the crowd before he says something that will.

her phone

his phone

xoxo, mimi

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First Round - Day two (Luther group)

Kristina: I love this place! It's so big

Nathalie: You don't think it's bugged do you

Alaina: We're on a reality show. If every single room doesn't have a microphone then someone didn't do their job. Aren't I smart *looks deliberately at camera*

Kay: I think is going to be fun!

Kristina: Kay did you get the room by mine? I reserved it for you

Nephinae: Of course you did

Nephinae storms off leaving the group confused.

Nephinae (voiceover): Kristina just gets on my nerves. And then she goes stealing my emotional support bestie? She's lucky I didn't clock her in the face- shout out to my past therapist Dale for teaching me not to punch people when I get angry. I just needed a minute to cool off

Alaina: She's interesting

Kristina: More like needlessly dramatic, I hope I didn't make you feel awkward Kay

Kay: *smiles* Not at all, it's nice to feel included

Abigail: Your ex sounds like utter garbage and I hope if I ever made him coffee it was terrible

Kristina: Oh you should have- no I probably shouldn't say what ingesting that plant does on tv

Alaina: *laughing* Remind me not to get on your bad side Kristina

Nathalie had disappeared outside to find Nephinae, but is it worth approaching a riled up hot head?

Nathalie: *scared* Thank goodness you're out here, there must be less microphones out here

Nephinae: *chuckling* the microphones are mainly where the cameras are Nat

Nathalie: That's what you think but I'm sure there's bugs hidden everywhere!

Sighing Nephinae leads Nathalie inside where they do a thorough inspection of the kitchen for any secret bugs.

Nephinae: See? Only two mics that aren't very hidden because they need to pick up sound

Nathalie: Someone must have moved the extras when we were outside! That'll be it darling

Upstairs Kay and Alaina have found the table tennis table, and decide to use it for its intended purpose.

Alaina: Best of five?

Kay: Have you ever played before

Alaina: No but how hard can it be

It was in fact very hard and most of the balls ended up raining down in the kitchen or front hall...

Nephinae (from the kitchen): Holy Cowplant! That one hit me on the head

Kay: Sorry!

Nathalie: I was just saying darling that if you dressed more your age-

Abigail: Save it. I don't want to listen to out there ideas all through lunch

Kristina: Abby Nathalie may have different fashion ideas than you do but it doesn't make her weird

Nephinae: She's just... adventurous

Alaina: Deanna there you are! Come sit by me for lunch

Deanna did not choose to sit by Alaina for lunch.

...

Alaina: I was just saying acting is a skill everyone- certainly every woman should have. Are you trying to say you've never acted to sell any of those nursery plants

Kristina: I say the truth about the plants, it's what the customers deserve

Nathalie: I was once a background actor in a laundry powder commercial. I had to fall in a patch of mud six times

Abigail: And I'm not allowed to say that was weird?

Kay: You didn't think of sticking to acting then Nathalie?

...

Nephinae: We found two in here

Nathalie: *nervous* But there's got to be more

Deanna: How else could they capture all the cute moments

Kristina: Yes we have to remember we are being recorded by cameras anyway

Kay: It's not so bad Nathalie. If you think about it maybe... I want to say 80% of what they record won't actually be used

Abigail: At least that many customers I serve don't even look at the latte art

...

Nephinae (voiceover): You could say my morning was... rough. Yeah my temper got the better of me so that kind of slowed the bonding. It was nice that Nathalie came to check on me though. At least I think she wanted to, she may just have wanted to unload her fears. Anyway for skill time I figured I should work on my charisma. I've fixed worse relationships than I have here so far, I can bring things back

Kay (voiceover): Things are going well. People seem to like me which is new, I don't really have friends outside my family anymore. And Deanna sat by me at lunch! We didn't get much talking done with some of the others having problems so hopefully I can get a solo date. In that mind I decided to work on charisma for the skill building time, I'll need to make the most of conversations I manage to fit in

Kristina (voiceover): Part of me wishes Nephinae could be a grown up and ignore whatever negative first impression she has of me... But the other part of me says be genuine. If you dislike me so be it, but don't think Deanna won't find out, her sister is co-producer after all. Anyway with all my brothers, I'm used to squabbles. I worked on charisma for the skill time today, I figured it was a good first choice

Abigail (voiceover): Something just got me annoyed this morning. Was it that I spilled my coffee or that some people seem to treat me like a child? Let's go with both! *sighs* I think they're all cool but I don't think it's mutual yet, maybe I should host a campaign on an off day. People can bond when faced with an army of goblins. Anyway I did logic for the skill time, very necessary

Alaina (voiceover): What a great start, love some drama I can appear superior to. Sure I invited Deanna to sit with me but I figured Kay would distract her. You bet I'm going to dazzle the industry with the time I'm here though, just watch me win Deanna back over. Anyway what was the question? Oh skill, right. I worked on charisma, not that I really need it but still

Nathalie (voiceover): My paranoia does get worse around strangers, I admit that darling. I may be *shudders* last but I am just going to show her what she is missing out on. Then when she inevitably breaks up with whichever patsy "wins" she'll know to call me. I spoke to my mirror for the skill time but really, why would I need more charisma? It already is my best strength

Another cloudy evening meant another indoor meal. Most of the contestants had settled down from the emotional roller-coaster of the morning and the talking was a lot lighter.

Kay: You made this yourself? It's delicious

Deanna: Thank you, I'm trying to work on my cooking

Nephinae: You should try out using a juice fizzer, I think you'd enjoy it

Kristina: You can make all sorts in one of those right

Nephinae: Absolutely

...

Abigail: It is a lot of writing really. I mean you can't just do one path you know?

Deanna: In case the group want to like do something unconventional?

Abigail: Exactly! You don't want to be caught completely unaware

Kay: It sounds like a lot of fun! We should do a... what are they called? On our day off

Kristina: A campaign!

Nathalie: Or we could not act like 5 year olds and-

Alaina: How dare you, I am five years old

...

With dinner tidied away the group head to the lounge to watch a film.

Kay: I'm surprised we're not watching one of Devin's films

Alaina: No need, I've seen them all as a student of film

Nathalie: I thought you were a waitress

Alaina: I am, doesn't mean I don't know I'm going to end up acting. What are you trying to say about Abby?

Abigail: *sighs* Leave me out of it

Abigail (voiceover): Don't get me wrong, waitresses do much needed work. But I'm a barista. It's like calling a landscape architect a lawn mower. Those two seem determined to misunderstand each other

Kay: How do you think they built that set?

Nephinae: Most likely an overlay of plaster that has the detail on top of the existing structure

Kristina: That's fascinating. And they got the plants right. The amount of times I've seen movies with trees in the wrong climate. What do you think of the plot Abby?

Abigail: Huh? Oh well I did guess that he was really her father

Nathalie: Darling do you do black magic?

Abigail: No... I just know how stories are structured from playing so many games

Deanna: It's a very impressive trick

With the film over most of the ladies headed to bed. Deanna had some time chatting with Kristina, Kay and Nephinae who stuck around for another hour or two.

Nephinae: Goodnight Deanna, sorry about my attitude this morning

Deanna: That's fine, it's stressful

Nephinae: Thanks for understanding *embraces*

Nathalie (voiceover): Why should I have stayed talking to Deanna? Someone may as well wash the dishes

Sims created by: @bakersimmer, @berrysims-lp, @daedriyth, @hashimasims, @invisiblequeen, @lostinsixam

[johanna-swann]

Said this in the comments of my own post already, but what I mean when I say "Eddie needs to be confronted about his behaviour" is not "Eddie needs to be punished".

As satisfying as it can be to give a character a taste of their own medicine, I don't think it would even work on Eddie (also it's better for self-indulgent fanfic than canon). If somebody yelled at him like that, he'd just feel backed into a corner and more righteous about how people don't treat him fairly and don't see his trauma as valid.

A confrontation does not have to be angry, it doesn't have to be aggressive, it doesn't have to be unkind. Because of course Eddie is hurting too, nobody ever denied that part. Eddie has a history of losing his temper in an actually dangerous way, he probably doesn't feel good about the way he lashes out at Buck and (though he didn't injure or hurt him) getting physical with him in a fight. He probably hates that he does feel sorry but can't get the words out.

But as long as Buck ends up forgiving him and shouldering most of the blame and as long as nobody else even notices these fights are a semi-regular thing, Eddie can ignore or minimise the problem. Which isn't good for anyone INCLUDING Eddie.

At one point his anger issues got so bad he almost killed a guy by continuing to hit him even when the opponent was already defeated and on the ground. And he justified it by saying: "Well I was just following to the rules, the other guy knew what he was getting into." Not to mention that punch he threw at a disabled guy over a parking spot that Eddie was about to vacate anyway. (Which also shouldn't be minimised. One punch is enough to kill someone if you're unlucky. Yes, that goes for Chimney too.)

The situation isn't as bad now as it was then, but Eddie can blow up at people spectacularly and verbally hit them where he knows it'll hurt the most. He did that to Bobby too once, it's not just Buck. It has happened twice very recently and before that it hadn't happened in 3 years, so it's not completely unfair to assume Eddie might be on a dangerous path right now and that needs to be addressed.

Idk, maybe Chimney can sit down with him or something, his reaction to Bobby's death was also anger and guilt and he's also made the mistake of seriously hurting Buck in a fight before (though Chim did it physically, Eddie emotionally). Maybe Buck can say: "It's nice that you brought Chris, thank you, but can we actually talk about this?"

As I said, it can be a kind confrontation and it's not like Eddie wouldn't benefit from it as well.

[crazysandwich]

MCU Fic Recs #2

Here’s the second part of my MCU rec post series! These are some of my personal favorites from what I’ve read this past week. My current obsession is SentryAgent. Seriously, I can’t get enough of them. I also included the two fics I wrote myself about them – hope you enjoy those too!

One surprise favorite was a Bucky Barnes/John Walker fic… I did not expect to love it as much as I did – OMG!!

And of course, there’s one Stony fic in the mix. I don’t think I could ever abandon my OG ship. There’s always going to be at least one in every post, hahaha.

Hope you enjoy these recs. I definitely recommend checking them out!

Bad News on the Doorstep

Relationship: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/John Walker (Marvel)

Relevant tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Gunshot Wounds, Tending to Wounds, Robert "Bob" Reynolds Needs a Hug (Marvel), John Walker Being an Asshole (Marvel), John Walker Not Being an Asshole (Marvel), Post-Movie: Thunderbolts (2025)

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, John is badly injured and keeps it to himself. Bob notices something is off and offers to check up on him.

Shut Up And Eat!

Relationship: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/John Walker (Marvel) 

Relevant tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mental Health Issues, Pre-Slash

Summary: Bob and Walker grow closer. Walker doesn't notice all he does for Bob, but eventually the others do. The thing is, they probably shouldn't have brought it up at the table.

Behind the Scenes

Relationship: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/John Walker (Marvel) 

Relevant tags: Fluff, Thunderbolts Team Members Live in the Watchtower | New Avengers Tower (Marvel), Accidental Relationship, Team as Family, Soft John Walker (Marvel)

Summary: Yelena had been watching Bob and Walker grow closer by the day. Along with the rest of the team, she quietly wondered if they were dating – speculating that maybe they just didn’t want to come out yet. But when the truth could no longer stay hidden, something unexpected happened.

Unintentional

Relationship: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/John Walker (Marvel) 

Relevant tags: Robert "Bob" Reynolds/John Walker (Marvel), Adorable Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Marvel), John Walker-centric (Marvel), accidental wooing, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Fluff and Angst, soft moments, Eventual Smut

Summary: John Walker hadn’t felt like himself in a long time. The rage, the silence, the weight of it all. It hollowed him out and left something unrecognizable behind. So when helping Bob, the ever-smiling, impossibly kind teammate, made something inside him feel almost... normal, John latched onto it. Fixating on Bob became a mission. A distraction. A way to feel useful again.

He didn’t expect it to become more. He didn’t expect him to become more.

don’t tell me that you know me

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/John Walker

Relevant tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Rough Sex, Bottom John Walker (Marvel), Hooking up, they hate each other

Summary: “Only if you wanted to,” Barnes says.

“If I wanted?” Walker asks. Barnes must be doing some sort of mental gymnastics here, because there’s no way he’d ever be suggesting this.

Bucky rolls his hips, and a groan leaves Walker’s lips. “If you want,” Barnes says, soft expression now wiped from his face. A casual shrug.

Walker hates that he’s genuinely considering this. Barnes is impossibly warm, and Walker has been having these faded dreams of hands on his shoulders, thighs pressed against him, lips on his skin.

“Either way, you’ll never let me live this down, right?” Walker asks, because of course Barnes would never give it up.

Barnes just smiles at him.

Walker closes his eyes. He might as well. Feels better than getting punched in the face, and beats the boredom just as effectively.

Second Chance Summer

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Relevant tags: Age Difference, Past-Tony/Ty, Past-Infidelity, Divorced Tony, Happy Ending, University Student Steve, 20-year age gap, Getting Together, Tony is Peter's Dad, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Explicit Sex

Summary: Mid-divorce, the last person Tony is willing to find a second chance at love with is his son's friend, Steve. Steve is hot, unquestionably. But he's twenty years younger than Tony, is a friend of Tony's son, Peter, is a university student, and is twenty years younger.

It's not going to work. He's just going to stay away from Steve.

Okay...he can't stay away from Steve, but it's just going to be a summer fling, nothing more.

Okay...

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

Big WIND AND TRUTH spoilers discussed below

Who on earth Roshar is going to be accepting oaths now??? Retribution? The Wind? Syl????

Syl accepted Kaladin's Herald Oath, so I'd think she'd accept the oaths Honor would have (Windrunners, for example) (plus emphasis in series of how she's different from other honorspren, "[she] exists to choose" as the Stormfather says) but what about the oaths Cultivation would have accepted (Willshapers, Edgedancers)?? Who accepts those?? The Stones? The Nightwatcher?? okay I like the idea of the nightwatcher accepting those oaths but i'm unsure about her whole boon+curse thing with oaths. If Retribution is Honor + Oduim so?? But the all spren are now out of retribution's control (including unmade and voidspren) so they don't have to listen to him for these things. Do we even know who accepted Renarin's oaths??? Are truthwatchers like lightweavers in that their spren accepts the oath and you don't hear one of the shards saying things??? The Wind is another option for the Honor ones since their successor was the stormfather who did the Honor oaths, but a) 6 yrs later she hasn't been heard from more than once and b) stormfather gave honor oaths probably because he was the largest bit of Tanavast remaining and c) the Wind was there when Kaladin said his herald oath and Syl was the one who accepted it.

Anyways I had a sad thought about Lopen or another remainder of Bridge 4 saying their fourth ideal and hearing Syl and wondering what that means for Kaladin and Now I'm Sad about Lopen and Confused about the Cosmere at the same time.

Good 'ol fourth oath of accepting that you can't save everyone. You finally accept that your friend might be gone and then you hear his spren accept that. Hey hey hey are you crying too. because I am.

(Also we only have Kaladin's fourth windrunner ideal on screen. I'm thinking we were also close to Teft's and it would have involved something about forgiving himself/ being forgiven/ having hope (we practically had that as an oath), as we had a lot of that emphasis in the last two chapters with him and he was able to summon Phenadora as a shardblade when he shouldn't have (right after "Teft was forgiven and he was close") so I think the close in question is to the 4th ideal. Plus Kaladin's accepting that he can't save everyone as also a letting go of that grief, so I can see how forgiving/ having hope fits into that. Curious in the variations on the ideals we get. Kaladin's "protect those I hate so long as it is right" is Teft's "protect those I hate even if I hate myself the most" is Lopen's "I will do better and protect others even from myself." which. hmm. So I'm very curious what Lopen's fourth ideal would be. and I love the jokes about Bridge 4 not fully accepting Kaladin's death, but that's also a bit sad. there's going to be at least 10 years before they see him again. At least one person is bound to have decided he's dead and accepted that and possibly had that tie into their 4th oath and then hearing Syl??? That would be a gut punch.)

[ewingstan]

I know it's been beaten to death how much worse Western superhero comics tend to be at action compared to manga. But what I don't understand is how much Western comics seem to need a punch-out within every issue. It's as if the creators are convinced an issue's readers will set it down and never pick up a comic again if they don't include a shot of a hero getting punched into a wall, or give a busy action shot of characters with fists rigidly in the air somewhat close to another person's turned cheek. In a genre that has undergone a massive shift towards being more plot-and-character-driven over the decades, why are they still insisting on spending so much page-space on fights?

It's not like such kinetically-focused artstyles are impossible to replicate; Zack Morrison has shifted to an almost completely text-based medium, but the scarce illustrations in each page accompanying the text still do a better job at showcasing interesting action with real weight and motion than the best of an average 24-issue run.

And it's not like the artists at work at the big 2 are just worse, they do have their strengths, and strengths that the superhero medium is uniquely suited to fill. I love Valerio Schiti, R. B. Silva and Pepe Larraz's poses and anatomy, or Kris Anka's detailed and fantastical character design.

(Side note: while the costumes and inhuman bodily features allow for way more interesting designs than most genres, big 2 artists outside of Anka still insist on hampering their own possibility space by limiting themselves to one body shape per gender. It's maddening.)

But while all those artists can use those skills well, and can even employ them well in fight scenes, they're almost never good as fight scenes. They're usually only good as "having this character in a fight allows me to draw them in a cool pose swinging a sword," not as "this allows me to convey a sense of motion, weight, and power behind each blow in an interesting way."

An example: I love this panel by Pepe Larraz in Powers of X of a dramatic fight scene within a larger montage:

But for all it's impressive composition, it doesn't really convey any more real sense of motion than his drawing of a statue:

All this to say that while action scenes can have their uses within Western comics, they probably shouldn't be used to fill long stretches of an issue. Why not write the books so that the artists can play to their strengths?

Now, I'll say the one thing that modern Western comics tend to be good at is the "victory through clever and unexpected use of powers" trick. This has always been the most satisfying for me, and something that artists are usually able to deliver on well. I previously wrote about "Jojo-style" action scenes in comparison to "Berserk-style" scenes of people hitting each other for page after page, and I think the comparison is especially apt here—whereas they don't seem to be able to convey the same visual flourishes which allow panel #3024 of "Guts cuts a guy in half" interesting, the western superhero artist certainly seems to have cool effects and dramatic reaction shots as part of their toolbox.

But even these are almost inevitably preceded by a mandatory boring punch-out. Jojos didn't bother with normal fistfights! They just say "you can't punch this guy. for reasons. figure out how to beat him at video games." Doesn't waste my fucking time!

[coraline-jones353]

A Wall Dogs World

Prompt: Soulmate Au, where you have a streak of your hair matching your soulmates. (this includes when you dye the hair) (if you have dirty blonde hair I'm sorry lol)

Summary: In which Kid Danger finds his soulmate in a rough wall dog. Will she give up her status on the team for her soulmate or will her soulmate force her away from him in an attempt to keep his identity hidden.

P.S. in this one Veronika is just a friend of y/n instead of being the love interest obviously

Warnings: she/her pronouns, bad flirting bc I can't flirt for shit 😂, probably some cussing, may some spelling errors, kissing

Why'd it get so long 😭

Angst, fluff

Kid Dangers point of view:

The plan was going as Captain Man and Kid Danger had planned, that was until Henry had to shoot the tracking device to "prove" he was not with Captain Man anymore. But Jasper had proved to be a worthy substitute.

The Wall Dogs had brung him to the Old Maple Grill to meet Van Del so Kid Danger could become a permanent member.

Henry was so nervous while walking to the hide out he was twirling his soulmates hair out of pure habit. He hoped that they could feel him twirling it but no one he knows has met their soulmate, only settled for someone "good enough". It was almost impossible to find your soulmate seeing as there are 8 billion people on earth. Most people gave up on it.

He walked in to see a girl punching the boxing bag in the corner of the room. Van Del was sitting in the corner of the room near a big pot of paint he seemed to be mixing.

After hearing Van Del yell out who was here the girl immediately turned to the group. I then got a good look at her, she had beautiful hair but what really caught my attention was the streak of dirty blonde in her hair. That same color in her hair matched the one streak in my own.

I was distracted the entire time Van Del was speaking until he said something to the girl. "Y/n get over here and show Mr. Danger around." He said gesturing towards me.

Y/n pov:

I wasn't allowed on this mission, something about needing to be less risky or whatever. I hear Veronika yell to my dad about who they found? What was she on about?

I look over and freeze for about 2 seconds. It's Kid Danger, holy shit. He's even hotter in person. Wait why is he here? Shouldn't he be arresting us? We lock eyes and that's when I see it. The very obvious streak of soulmate hair. It looks like mine, wait but that can't be anyone can have the same color hair as me... right?

My dad tells me to show him around and my heart skips a beat. I walk over to him masking my anxiety. "Hey kiddo, follow me." I say teasingly, I have to keep my friends entertained and act tough. If they ever found I liked him I would never live it down.

Kid Danger just stares at me like I've given him 90 kittens. Why is he staring at me like that fuck that's attractive. "You're beautiful." If anything that was the one thing I never thought I would hear from Kid Danger. All my friends burst into laughs with Veronika pushing me closer to him.

I didn't wanna look like I was embarrassed by his comment so I cocky replied "I could listen to you complimenting me all day, if you'd like to continue pretty boy." The surrounding area filled with oooo's and woah's along with some laughs. Mostly coming from the boys of the group, t-paint, two canz, and some others. At his Kid Danger blushed. Omg he blushed I can't believe he's blushing. "Follow me." I say putting my hand under his chin slowly pulling him towards me.

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Henry's pov:

She's beautiful, I can't do this, I don't wanna go through with it! She's my soulmate but she's a criminal even if they refuse to call themselves criminals they still are. She's supposed to be my enemy. Maybe maybe it's not true. Maybe it's a coincidence. Oh what am I kidding she's the one, my one. I can feel it. Oh this is bad this is really bad.

After she shows me around she brings me back to Van Del. He says that I need to prove I belong here. "What do you mean? Prove I belong?" I ask suspiciously. "You have to get the mark of the Wall Dogs." y/n says like it was obvious.

y/n pov:

My dad does the test with the melon showing how it will sear into his flesh, and the kid gets a little squirmy. "Now hold out your arm." "Wait can't I just do that to a melon or something?" He's starting to sound panicked now. "What about if I swear on a bible or something."

Just then part of Captain Man busts through the door. "Kid Danger, prove your loyalty to us!" Van Del yells at Kid Danger but the only emotion I see written on his face is... relief. I knew it was too good to be true that I would find my soulmate and he'd be ok with my forced lifestyle. "I only have one thing to say to you!" Kid Danger yells to Captain Man but then he bursts into a smile, "I am sooo happy you're here!" he says running over to his partner. He then explains his entire plan to trick us and they start trying to arrest us.

"Shit" I say trying to make a run for it with Veronika. Kid Danger blocks the exit and our only way out. Veronika turns around to look for another exit and instead joins in the fight with the other Wall Dogs leaving me and my soulmate alone. "Just let me go please." I plead with the superhero. He sighs and looks at the ceiling. "What are you doing?" I ask because he looks stupid just staring at the ceiling instead of answering my damn question. "I really hope you don't escape while I look at this super cool ceiling." He says. I get the hint and run past him, only to turn around and kiss his cheek and whisper to him to meet me by the Hollywood sign before making my escape.

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I turn around when I hear footsteps. "Hey it's me." Kid Danger says trying to not get hit for sneaking up on me. "So why'd you let me go?" "Because you're obviously my soulmate." He says touching his soulmate's hair color. "Could be a coincidence." I say sitting down on one of the big rocks. "Wanna test that theory?" "How?" "Like this." He says before leaning in and kissing me.

It was pure magic and you could even feel it in the air. There was absolutely no way we were not soulmates from the way it felt. It was so, right.

Sincerely, Coraline Jones 🐈‍⬛

[fun-k-board]

Mortal Kombat 2021 with a Platonic, Child Reader

Characters included: Cole Young, Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Sonya Blade

Note(s): This is an 'AU' of sorts where they have more time to train and and Shang Tsung doesn't attack Raidens Temple.

This has been in my drafts for about a year now, enjoy!

Cole Young

Sleepovers with Emily? Yes. Absolutely. Cole and Allison get woken up at 5 AM by you two roasting Kano, he has to hold back punching the two of you because he knows that everyone in the Temple would make that personal.

When you're both training at Raiden's Temple, Cole always goes easy on you and views you as his own kid, he gets how finding your Arcana is difficult, especially when it seems like everybody else already has this figured out.

You probably don't have any fighting experience so he takes some extra time to help you, and while he can't teach you any deadly moves, mainly teaching you defense and how to knock out an opponent, he's still very helpful.

Cole gives you extras at dinner, it's not very sneaky, he doesn't even try to hide it. Cue the teasing from everybody else at the table.

If you have anxieties about the tournament he tries calming you down by reading a story, it helped Emily so he can only assume it will help you as well, even for your age it's childish, but it makes things melt away for a moment. There's no training, unfamiliar temple, or Outworld, just Cole and a story.

He gets a mix between anger and sadness whenever anybody mentions the fact you need to participate in the tournament, he's tried to convince Raiden to take you out, to no avail, it leaves him to spend more time with you, he's afraid he'll lose you when the time comes.

Has absolutely no medical experience, the best he can do is carry you to Liu Kang or other medics.

Liu Kang

Liu helps with your temper or anxieties a lot, he's basically always behind you putting a hand on your shoulder, and views himself as an older brother to you.

He's very sympathetic and will give you advice or just listen when you need it, no matter what situation you're in. Liu is extremely truthful as well, if you're in the wrong he will tell you but he'll let you down easy with it.

Liu has a watchful eye on you at all times, he visibly sweats whenever you get close to Kano, Kung Lao teases him for it constantly.

He's like your doctor, and usually won't take you to any other medic in the Temple unless it's necessary, if you're injured in any way he's helping you and you cannot stop him. That is if you ever manage to get hurt anyway, he doesn't let Kung Lao or Kano use their Arcana on you.

Actually your personal hype man, the living embodiment of 'you're doing great sweetie', regardless of how many times you fall over in training, he only counts the times you get up.

Speaking of training, he tends to use repeated attacks so you can learn how to defend against them more easily, he doesn't use his fire unless he's certain you can move away from it, and he's very unsure about using heavier attacks on you.

That's why he's mainly instructing a fight between you and somebody else, so he can set ground rules to keep you not injured while allowing you to learn.

Liu Kang won't talk to you about it, but he's had multiple arguments with Raiden over allowing you to be in the tournament in the first place. He believes that since you're a child, you shouldn't be risking your life. Raiden doesn't listen.

Kung Lao

Kung Lao is probably distant at first, he doesn't really know how to act around children, at least not as an adult. He shares the same opinion of all the chosen, you need to be taken out of the tournament, and while he won't say it out loud, he does back people up when the opinion is shared.

He's more willing to use his aracana and 'deadlier' methods of training, but he has such a control over his fighting style and hat that you've never gotten extremely injured. Anytime you do get injured, he picks you up, regardless of if the injury allows you to walk or not, and takes you to the infirmary himself.

He's not good at comforting words, if you're nervous for the tournament, the most he can say is that fate wouldn't have chosen you for this if it wasn't meant to be.

Kung Lao already despises Kano, but he makes one remark towards you and in his eyes he's about to be a dead man, Liu Kang has had to hold him back on a number of occasions.

Sneaks you extra, and makes some faces at the dinner table, it ends up making everybody else laugh more than anything, but their jokes at his expense make you laugh in turn. So, he technically didn't fail.

He's medically trained and can in fact help most injuries unless they're extremely fatal, like Jax's arms, and so most of them he can fix by simply walking to the infirmary and walking out a minute later, you with a bandaged injury.

Sonya Blade

Sonya is a bit annoyed that a literal child got a mark before her, but then she realises that means you'll need to fight in the tournament, and she proceeds to dedicate everything to training you.

Even if she's not technically allowed to train with you before she gets her mark, she does sneak out with you. While she understands it's not exactly her place, in the short time she's known you she's become attached, and she wants you to have every chance of survival.

As part of the special forces, she's an expert in all types of combat, and will almost definitely teach you how to kill, even if it weighs on her conscience that a child could have blood on their hands thanks to her.

Everybody already knows about this, but even Kung Lao decides to back off once he notices how much she cares for you.

Sonya will get violent with Kano the second he tries to mock or tease you, she won't go too far, but she's teaching him a lesson and she wanted an excuse for months to do so just let her have this one.

At dinner she's firm with your diet, making sure you eat more healthy options every time, which, makes everyone at the table laugh. She's not a complete control freak, she just understands that in situations like these what you're eating is very important.

She's not the best person to come to when you're injured, but not the worst, either, she's very calm unless it's a serious injury, and knows the basics of at least disinfecting the wound / putting pressure on it so it stops bleeding while she brings you to a medic in the Temple.

[stele3]

A History of (Supposed) Violence: Every Jason Todd Kill, part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Foreword: Jason Todd kills people. But has he killed as many people as fandom thinks he has? I'm starting to think the answer is a resounding no. Therefore, I am starting this series to list every single one of Jason Todd's on-page, confirmed kills, and -- to be fair -- all of the heavily-implied and attemped ones, too.

Caveat: I have not read every single comic featuring Jason Todd. But by God, by the end of this series, I will have. Do not send me angry messages telling me I have forgotten this glaring example of his murderous ways. I am moving in deliberate, exhaustive, chronological order. I will get to it.

Part 6: Countdown to Infinite Crisis

Look. I am but a humble weirdo. I don't know jack shit about the wider DC universe and I don't especially want to. There are a lot of people running around in this series that I simply don't know anything about. If I refer to them by such codenames as "the guy who kinda looks like a green raisin wearing a cape," you're just going to have to deal with that.

ANYWAY. There are some kinda...I dunno, aliens with reversed corn rows, and they're miffed about people being alive when they shouldn't be, like Jason and I think Donna Troy? She's the one in the galaxy-print jump suit, right? Anyway, a whole ton of shit happens that I Do Not Care About, Jason and Donna run around through realities with one of the corn row aliens that Jason decides to name --

-- Bob.

Donna, Jason, the guy in the blue and red suit, and Bob keep running into all sorts of weird creatures on their galavant through dimensions or whatever, including different versions of themselves. (Including a version of Jason who's Batman, which probably gave him an idea for the future.)

And yet still, somehow, people manage to be shocked by Jason killing a sentient giant fish creature that's trying to kill him.

Like, they're out here fighting armies of sentient magical ants and chimpanzees riding robots, Donna can punch people into the moon, but somehow a single non-powered guy using a knife causes a record scratch by stabbing someone?? He has no powers. He doesn't even have a gun.

Well, now he has a gun. Jason "switches sides" by shooting Donna in the head.

Of course it's a ruse to help them escape; I'm not counting this towards the attempted murder count.

Then Jason winds up meeting an alternate-universe Batman who kills people, suits up as his version of Robin -- Red Robin, of course, complete with the condom hood -- sees that Batman get killed, and promptly kills that universe's Joker, who kinda just happened to be nearby at the time.

Jason is having a really weird day.

At some point some guy named "Karate Kid" has a disease that will wipe out all of Earth if he's brought there, and there's discussion of killing him. Jason is immediately like, "My hour has come, lemme do it. I'll do it. Literally just turn around for two seconds, guys." For some reason not everyone is a fan of that and instead they...bring Karate Kid back to Earth. The exact thing that -- you know what, never mind. To the shock of absolutely no one, the disease in his body immediately starts to wipe out all life on Earth.

But yeah, Jason is the dumb, evil one for trying to kill patient 0 before you guys could unleash the end of the world. Fucking idiots.

Jason very reasonably tells them all to go fuck themselves and wanders off to hang out with Harley and some redhead, obviously deciding to make the most of life before the world ends.

I tuned out after that. Apparently somehow things get fixed after massive loss of life but really, who cares? That was the dumbest shit they could possibly have done.

Death count: 2 (1 attempted, but no one let him kill Karate Kid in order to, y'know, save the world from a horrific disease that they then inflicted on everyone because they did they exact thing they were warned not to do)

[joltai-showa]

almost 3 months later, but let's continue yapping and rereading naruto

I already kinda forgot where we were lmao, but something something first training something something team 7

chapter 6 yoohoo

yep, getting thrown around and booby trapped 5 minutes after his birth probably affected Naruto's brain

i love this mini-diagram that has people in the most ninja clothes imaginable, but within the Naruto universe literally no one dresses like that LMAO

it is truly perplexing how the fuck did Naruto manage to live all the way to 12-13 years (Kakashi placed a bell and Naruto stepped on the trap running to get it). Like, Akatsuki could have dropped a line of free ramen coupons and that kid would have followed them all the way to Amegakure without a second thought

why are you so surprised? bro went to war at the age when you three were still bitching about your Academy bullshit, it's surprising this guy ever lets his guard down

oh thank god for this panel, now I know that "shinobi are paranoid as fuck and overthink everything" isn't just my perception that I project in my writing

jesus fucking christ what the hell is this Kakashi

you are one, though.......

Kakashi that's your first fucking training and you are already showing her her crush with his arm torn off and a leg twisted back, dial the genjutsu back down will you?

god dammit Konoha's education system sucks, they really need to do some tests for jonins who will be working with kids, you're just speedrunning PTSD and honorable discharge like this

omg he's so fucking cringe

nothing too interesting in this one, but that's obvious, battle be battle

chapter 7!

okay, so that's a curious one

Sasuke has Uchiha clan symbol behind his back, Naruto - Uzumaki's, and Sakure has something I don't remember seeing? Judging from the other two, these are supposed to be clan symbols, so does that mean that was originally intended to be the one that Sakura belongs to? At the end of the day, nothing is known of her family, so maybe it's some sort of scrapped concept? But come to think of it, Uzumaki clan stuff would be introduced WAY later, so maybe they were just cool symbols Kishimoto decided to draw and included the Uchiha one as well?

the leaflet with a kunai in it has "shinobi" written on it btw

I love when stuff is so obviously unplanned lmao

why are you telling him this, Kakashi? trying to rub his dead family in his face? you worked with Uchiha clan extensively back in the day, your dead but not really dead teammate was literally an Uchiha, what are you looking forward to?

I feel like Sasuke is about to punch some balls, and they are not the ones that make clinking noises

stop feeding the emo kid's ego, Kakashi, that'll bite you in the ass one day

KAKASHI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THAT'S A FUCKING FIREBALL JUTSU😭😭😭😭WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SKILL BEYOND CAPACITY OF ANY NOVICE???? CHAKRA SHOULDN'T HAVE DEVELOPED FOR IT????? BITCH THE UCHIHA TRAINED THIS JUTSU AT LIKE THREE YEARS OLD, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?????? SASUKE'S 13 ALREADY, WHY WOULD HIS CHAKRA SYSTEM NOT BE DEVELOPED ENOUGH FOR THIS BASIC JUTSU????? OBITO'S CHUNIN EXAM WAS WHEN HE WAS 11, AND HE ALREADY WAS USING FIREBALLS BY THAT POINT????????

holy fucking shit my sides

what in Konoha's genin study plan calls for using a jutsu with "decapitation" in its name during the FIRST goddamn training

Hashirama is the energy source for the entirety of Konohagakure, he is spinning THAT hard from these teaching methods

hell yeah Kishi is starting his favorite thing in the manga - Sasuke glazing

I mean, he'd better fucking be showing better perfomance than Naruto (kiddo that the village practically left in the ditch for some fucking reason) and Sakura (a civilian girl), wOw ThE sON of ThE hEaD of ONe of tHE fOUNdiNg cLanS kNoWS hOW to USe NiNjuTSu, who could have forseen this

he's sooooooo edgy, I'm about to cry

onto chapter 8, and, I believe, volume 2 of the manga

I just love the fact that Naruto is LITERALLY Kishimoto. it's especially hilarious when I remember that the main villain in Naruto's movie 9 is Naruto's evil twin, and Kishimoto also has a twin brother.

"wrong him in the past" is doing A LOT of heaving lifting here, literally murked their entire family and tortured him a bit with the images of their parents' murder

[GOOD ENDING]

Hiruzen continues to suck ass LMAOOOOOOO

why the fuck do you have so much free time to get lunch with Iruka? imagine the city mayor just getting a call from some random middle school teacher and deciding yeah, I don't have any other pressing matters, let's chat about something

i swear to god "Danzo did all the work in the village" theory is just becoming more true and true by the day

also screaming from ".......who? ......Kakashi?" LIKE WHAT IS THAT

I don't even wanna delve into the mess that is the decision to make a team of a random civilian girl, currently your only adult user of Sharingan who has been traumatized by the war to hell and back and failed all of his previous students, the only Uchiha kid still living in the village from whom you are hiding QUITE A FEW IMPORTANT THINGS about his clan and LITERALLY YOUR HUMAN NUKE from whom you somehow are hiding EVEN MORE IMPORTANT INFORMATION

I mean fair point but back in your days if you could throw a kunai and not burst into tears when one would get thrown back you were already qualified to be sent to a literal World War

no they wouldn't LMAOOOO

OH YOU WOULD KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT THAT RIGHT😁😁😁😁

absolutely fantastic education system guys

oh hi Obito

but why the fuck is this stone on some random training field number 423? is the graveyard really that full?

Naruto you have zero awareness, the stone looks like a tombstone and he immediatelly starts screaming HELL YEAH I WANNA BE THERE

no, seriously WHY IS THAT ON SOME RANDOM FUCKING TRAINING FIELD? NARUTO WAS SITTING HIS ASSCHEEKS ON IT LIKE A CHAPTER BEFORE???? HIRUZEN AND MINATO WERE THAT CHEAP TO GET THIS STONE IN THE CEMETRY OR SOMETHING???? DID KAKASHI DECIDE TO HAVE THIS TRAINING TOGETHER WITH OBITO?????? "HEY KIDDOS LOOK IF YOU CONTINUE BEING STUPID YOU'LL END UP LIKE MY BUDDY OVER HERE"????????????

and you gave him your two most important genins? are you shitting me here, Hiruzen?

oh yeah we are doing a lesson with Obito's spirit present.

but why are we teaching children things that a random dead 13 year old said?

[acreaturebythewater]

1. and 24. for the fanfic ask thingy! I'd love 1. be Aradins pov (obviously I'm predictable 🫡) but 24. can really be any scene you'd like to geek out on.

thank you so much and sorry this took a minute! i'm kind of mashing the questions together.

Write a scene from [insert fic] in another character’s POV and 24. Which scene/theme was the inspiration for [insert fic]?

first of all, the ramble that may or may not make any sense:

so the scene, well, the fic, i chose to change pov of is never pull a punch for free. i think it's the least popular of the series but when i read through it i'm starting to think it might be my favourite this far.

and why might that be? well, the whole thing is inspired by the scene where we meet him outside the sundries (him saying "tin tube" lives rent free in my head). i think it speaks for how desperate he is, and going to attack the camp later adds on to that. not to mention the speak with dead dialogue where he says "enough to buy peace".

game wise we're only left with the choice to kill him if he does attacks camp. i interpret "enough to buy peace" as he wants to live. maybe not the life he's living right now, but he's got some hope, something to fight for. and i think he kinda hates that about himself too (he hates a lot of things about himself), because i feel like this is a man who's been disappointed more times than he's been positively surprised. and he knows he shouldn't have hope, he knows he shouldn't believe he deserves more than he's got.

the "born and bred" adventurer. he just wants to live on his own terms. and that means attacking. his last hope.

lucky him, i also want him to live. so this was born!

the original fic doesn't include the conversation outside the sundries, i don't remember why i chose to do that, i probably got lazy. so that was fun to add a bit of this time.

secondly, the story:

an unedited little rewrite, i hope you’ll like it! <3 

i'm still not 100% confident with writing his pov so this was good practice. and also a lot of fun!

me writing this: wow that’s a lot of violence  also me writing this: [slamming my fist to the table] they’re so in love it makes me SICK

cw: just some canon typical violence. no smut today i fear.

Making it back to the Gate should’ve been a relief, especially after the tendays spent on the detour to avoid the cursed lands. He also should’ve done so with the Nightsong in his hands, a substantial pay waiting, and a long night of celebration ahead of him. 

He should not be standing outside the Sundries, arguing with this walking pile of scrap metal. 

He definitely should not be doing that when the adventurer from the grove waltzes by the entrance as if she owns the fecking place. 

He can’t remember her name, not sure he even got to hear it. Doesn’t matter, she’s blue as the sea, might as well call her that. 

There are plenty of other things he remembers though, but he won’t linger on that. Rage and exhaustion battling in his mind. As usual, anger wins. 

“What’re ya lookin’ at?” he snaps at the tiefling. 

“I’m looking at the idiot who’s making all the noise,” she snickers. The wizard (he was a wizard, right?) in her entourage winces behind her. 

“I can knock ya out if the noise is bothering you.” The threat falls off his lips as easily as saying his name. They always do. 

“What’s your problem?” Blue sneers. 

“Get outta my face,” Aradin sneers, he isn’t sure why he keeps talking. “I’ve lost some good people to the owner of that shop. Offered a huge pile of cash to hunt down some relic called the Nightsong.” 

“The Nightsong?” she says, sounding slightly amused. “Guess I did what you couldn’t then. She’s in my room at the Elfsong.” 

Aradin takes a step closer, towering the tiefling with a deadly glare. Weapons unsheath behind her. 

Aradin ignores them, hissing, “hand it over.” 

Blue taps her chin with her clawed finger a couple of times, pretending to think about it for a moment. 

“Nope,” she says, popping the p. 

By nothing short of divine intervention, Aradin doesn’t grab his greatclub to strike down the tiefling where she stands. 

Instead, he watches her walk into the store, but not before she looks over her shoulder and mouths “I’ll see you around.” 

~*~

Oh, she’ll see him around, alright. 

Aradin is used to his attempts at persuasion and intimidation not working, they’ve never been his strong suit. 

Which means he’ll have to resort to brute force. And that just happens to be his strong suit. 

Barth and Remi were easy enough to convince, they’ve been through enough, it’s only fitting they’re with him to see it through to the end. 

The rest of the mercenaries he’s collected were not as easy, no one in their right mind would ever join a heist without at least being paid something up front, he sure as hells won’t do that again. Alas, his empty pockets only grant him this ragtag team of glorified bandits. 

Getting into the Elfsong is easy enough, pretending to drink (or drink and not drink too much) and sneak upstairs as the patrons start to leave the place. 

There’s no light from under the door to the suite, the only sound that can be heard is a mingle of snores. He knows there are at least two elves with them, meaning that it’ll only take seconds before their intrusion is discovered and the inevitable fight occurs. 

Aradin breaks the first lockpick. Not because of nerves, no, there’s an eerie calmness to him. The calmness of a man who’s got nothing left to lose. 

His second attempt is fruitful, the door unlocking with a satisfying click. He motions to the group to get their weapons ready. Without hesitation he swings the door open and enters the room. 

“You fucking idiot.” 

Feck, feck, feck, his mind reels. Their upper hand of arriving unnoticed is completely gone with the wind. 

He does his best to not let it show as he turns around to face the tiefling. 

“What are you doing here?” she hisses, as if it isn’t obvious. 

“We’re ‘ere for the Nightsong,” he simply says, trusting his greatclub and backup to speak for what words won’t. “Hand it over.”

“You really are as dumb as you look,” Blue spits. “Leave before things get messier than you can handle.”

“Can’t do that, luv.” He can’t leave empty handed. 

“I s’pose we do this the hard way then,” she sighs. 

The sound of battle is something he’s used to, metal clashing against metal, incantations being yelled across the room. He wouldn’t say he’s particularly fond of it, it’s just a necessity. Like knowing how to tie your shoes. 

Aradin sets his eyes on Blue, partly because someone has to and he’s closest, and partly because there’s a bit of him who wants revenge for her dirty fighting at the grove. 

Swinging his greatclub with full force, over and over again, she manages to avoid every single one of them, dodging where he thought it’d be impossible. Still, he manages to keep her at a distance where her shortswords won’t reach to do him any harm. 

Had they been outside, she probably could get away, use the space to get behind him and stab him in the back. Now, she can’t. And it seems to dawn on them at the same time, Blue’s eyes widening as she hits the wall with her back, Aradin’s lips forming a victorious smirk. 

Still, he’s not cruel, a bastard, for sure, he’s been told that enough times for it to be true, but he doesn’t take any joy in killing. So, he aims for her head with all he’s got, making sure it’ll be as quick and painless as it possibly could. 

Blue’s quicker. 

Ducking right in time for his swing to miss, the force throws him off balance for long enough for the little devil to leap towards him, tackling him onto the ground. The impact has him landing on his arse, pain shooting up his spine. 

It’s nowhere near as painful as the feeling of her sword piercing through the muscles, bones and tendons in his hand to pin it to the floor with a crunching sound. He only has time to scream before her other sword finds its way to his throat, pushing hard enough to draw blood but not hard enough to kill him. Not yet. 

“Look at them!” she shouts and claws dig into his jaw, yet he doesn’t tear his eyes away from the tiefling, considering whether to give her some last colourful words or returning the favour with a gob of spit at her face. “I said LOOK AT THEM.” 

The claws dig harder into his face, had he not been seething with fury he would’ve felt them break skin. With one last defiant look, he faces the room. 

Doing a quick headcount, he realises he’s gravely underestimated their opponent’s numbers. Apart from the dragonborn, it’s nothing short of a miracle that the rest of them are still alive. 

Alive for about thirty more seconds, if he makes a generous assessment of the situation. 

“You already lost some of your crew searching for the Nightsong, are you prepared to lose the rest?” she asks, voice a strained whisper. 

His eyes flit between Barth, his movements are sloppy from exhaustion as he fends off a githyanki, and Remi, pinned to a corner by a red tiefling twice the size of Blue. 

“I’d rather not, but this is your last warning before I tear your artery.” Blue’s sword digs deeper into his throat. 

He thinks of Brian. How his guts spilled across the stone floor of the defiled temple. How life hadn’t fully left his eyes as they had to retreat. How that’ll be the same fate for his last remaining friends. 

“Have it your way,” he says, where he expected bitterness, he only finds relief. 

“EVERYBODY STOP!” Blue’s voice booms through the room. 

Except from a disappointed grunt from someone, the room goes completely silent. He locks eyes with Barth, nodding faintly to confirm Blue’s orders. 

Remi is the first to drop her weapon, the rest of his group following shortly. 

Blue releases her grip and gets to her feet, looking uncharacteristically coy for a moment before she yanks away her sword from where it’s lodged into the floorboards. A hiss leaves his lips when he’s painfully made aware that removing a sword from a hand almost hurts as much as having it put there in the first place. 

He doesn’t expect the helping hand, but with no fight left in him, he takes it and lets her pull him to his feet. 

“Send your crew away and wait for me outside.” Blue says, pointing at the door. “I believe we need to have a little chat.”

A murmur of voices and questions fill the room as he sends his crew away, being the last to leave he looks over her shoulder to where Blue seems to be attempting to calm down a huge lady with wings. 

Every single piece of Aradin’s body seems to be made of lead when he slumps down against the wall in the corridor. He inspects his hand, while it’s bleeding, it’s not enough for him to bleed out anytime soon. He tears off a piece from his undershirt to wrap around it. 

It’s not until Blue steps out from the suite with two bottles in her hands and closes the door behind her that he realises she’s in nothing but her now blood splattered nightshirt. Meaning the adventurers fought in their nightclothes while his crew was fully armoured. He truly was in way over his head, getting away from this fight with nothing but some nerve damage is a deal he’s not about to question. 

The tiefling props herself down next to him. 

“You’re an idiot,” she says. 

He’s inclined to agree. 

“So you say.” 

Blue looks like she’s satisfied with that answer. 

“How's the hand?” she asks. 

“I’ll live,” he sighs, a bit dramatically if he’s honest. “You fight dirty.” 

Blue uncorks one of the bottles she’s brought out with her teeth and pushes it into his uninjured hand. It takes him a moment to understand it’s a healing potion. No matter how many times he’s thrown back a healing potion, it’s still a strange sensation to feel the skin and bones knit back together. 

“I fight to survive,” Blue says with a shrug once he’s watched his skin close up into a pink scar. Another one for the collection. 

His next words fall off his lips without thinking. 

“Y’could’ve just done me in. But you didn’t. Why?”

She hesitates, busying herself with the second bottle she brought out. He recognises it from nights where he only remembers fragments. The gulp Blue takes tells she’s used to similar nights. 

“You’ve got your uses,” she teases as she offers the bottle to him. He takes an equally generous mouthful. She continues in a bitter tone, almost spitting out the words. “Perhaps I just think no one else should get hurt because of that bastard wizard.” 

“He is a right bastard,” Aradin concurs, lifting the bottle in a small cheer. 

“I just need to know you’re not going to attack us again,” she says, her face set sternly. The face of a leader. 

“Nah, lesson learnt.” He holds up his hand to emphasise his point. 

Blue hums something affirmative, her gaze falling onto the wall in front of them as she’s lost in thought. 

They pass the bottle between them in silence, shoulders pressing together. She runs way hotter than him and he yearns to lean into her warmth, with the adrenaline gone from his body he finds himself almost shivering. 

His eyes wander over her bare legs, his thoughts slipping back to the grove where she rode him senseless in the moonlight, how he'd gasped for air as she clenched around him.

When she turns to face him he remembers he’s a man with nothing left to lose. 

“We sittin’ here all night or what?” he asks, almost sounding impatient. 

“Cheeky.” Blue grins. 

[pancake404]

Healing Yellow

Been a bit since I did another Eeeveelution Squad artwork so here is this. I recently began reading the comic again and I almost forgot just how much Jolteon had to recover from because of Lazuli and Sylvia even from the beginning chapters.

What I do remember is that Pearl seems to be the main "nurse" for Speed every time he gets beaten up(and also purposefully takes it because level 98 Speed here should be able to practically one shot Lazuli). It makes sense on why these two were at least best friends if not more considering it's not like anyone else truly bandages Speed up when Lazuli hits him because he forgot his promise to take her to the library, or a ball hit her in the back of head knocking her into Speed, or a simple back and forth becoming violent when Lazuli throws a punch, or that other time when....you get the point.

Seriously, it is literary shown to get to the point where sudden movements made Speed flinch because he thought Lazuli was going to punch him(like she usually does). There is also a moment where Speed, using ultra instinct, unintentionally dodges and Lazuli got angry that he did. Speaking of Pearl, in Special Chapter 8 during the flashback(the moment before Lazuli developed "feelings" for Speed, i.e. she now blushes sometimes when he's around but sometimes punches just about the same as before), when Lazuli swings again, Pearl. Catches. It.

To me, that just shows how frequent it was.

Now, some of course may argue that Speed stands there and takes it, probably because he knows at the end of the day, he's going to be okay and not dead. To get one thing straight, I think as a general population of decent human beings, we all can agree on the fact that in a relationship, friend or romantic, it is not okay to use your friend or partner as a punching bag for petty reasons especially when it's legitimately hurting them and I do not care if they're standing there, that probably means they either weren't expecting it(because they shouldn't be in a situation to defend themselves physically in the relationship) or maybe they don't usually dodge, either way, you should not be hurting them.

I'm thinking of making a whole analysis on this relationship that Lazuli and Speed have(also including Sylvia because she isn't innocent either) but that might come in the future. I've began working on the short comic portions from this story as well.

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 29 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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Barsen could probably waltz into any room of the castle and nobody would deem him a threat.

Because he wasn't one, He was just the gardener and tended to all plants here, including the ones inside the castle even if those were just potted flowers and the like.

“Say how do you like the celebration party?

They throw one any chance they get so after a while its just boring”

He was probably right, being at a party was fun but at some point it was enough, also i was pretty sure the music had gotten even louder.

Looking over I was pretty sure some of the musicians were slightly inebriated.

“Well i liked the long yellow fruit”

It had been tasty, and cinnamon bread was something I already knew.

“The Banana?”

That surely wasn’t its name, was it?

“That’s what it’s called? Really?”

“Really, they grow on palm trees in bundles like grapes”

I just stared at him, I didn’t think he was making stuff up as he took his job seriously but at the same time the yellow fruit got more ridiculous by the minute.

Well he’d know better than me, I was no expert on plants.

But if they did grow on palm trees it was no wonder I had never seen one before, palm trees were more tropical plants as far as i knew.

Why was I thinking about the semantics of a damn plant anyway?

Man, my brain felt slightly foggy.

Maybe one of the many treats I ate contained some alcohol after all.

Also it was loud as fuck in here and stupidly warm too.

I’d get some fresh air after I found Rikaad.

Where was he anyway?

“Hey, have you seen Rikaad? Uh i mean the new King, I wanted to talk to him”

He was probably still guilty about the stabbing thing so I wanted to let him know that Oakley fixed it.

“Hmm, well i saw him last in the corner with the big punch bowl, i’m not entirely sure how coherent you’ll meet him though”

Eh, good enough, and knowing him he wouldn’t have had too many drinks.

“Really? Thank you! I’ll head over then, see you around”

He waved and went back to, well whatever he was doing before.

So Rikaad was in one of the corners that had a big bowl.

There were only four corners so that technically shouldn't take that long.

And one of the corners was occupied by the musicians that somehow managed to get even louder to cover the happy and drunk howling of some of the guests.

So that left three other corners to check.

And only two of them contained tables, so I only had to go through half the room.

Walking to the corner that was closest meant I wouldn’t have to walk through much of a crowd, a crowd that had gotten increasingly drunk over the course of the late evening.

Not the most pleasant company to be honest, but I bore it and did my best to avoid any sort of smalltalk from the inebriated patrons.

Weaving through the people was at least something I was already familiar with from my time on the street so I managed to not bump into anyone till I reached the corner.

No Rikaad here, hmm, but there was a plate of more cinnamon bread.

Yoinking one I went back to weaving through the crowd to get to the other corner while munching on the tasty bread.

hopefully Rikaad was still there and hadn’t left for some other table.

Oh wait, there he was, talking to Norrin who was pouring himself some of the punch with a ladle that looked way too fancy for my tastes.

Norrin just waved and gave a thumbs up as he saw me and I noticed that his face was slightly flushed pink, he’d had some of the punch for sure.

Whatever, it surely wasn’t bad if he still managed to hold a conversation.

Rikaad shoved his cup away, a cup that I was pretty sure contained alcohol that he didn’t want to drink judging by the face he’d made when he looked at it.

“Hello Donovan, how do you like the music?”

Back to smalltalk huh, not exactly my favorite part of a conversation.

Well, Norrin was here and until he left neither of us could talk about what we actually wanted.

“I think it’s Loud, like a bit too much so, but i’m gonna go outside later anyway”

The obnoxious music certainly wasn’t helping my brain defog and some fresh air would be nice.

At least the musicians could actually play the instruments, and where some of the better ones I’d heard.

Thankfully Norrin decided to leave at that moment.

“Maybe I can ask them to tune it down? I’ll be back in a bit”

He went up to the opposite corner to try and talk to the musicians.

I immediately turned back to Rikaad after making sure nobody else was within earshot.

“Uhh, well, about the stabbing thing;

Oakley managed to help me so it’s all good now, he used some magic paste or whatever it was so the stitches are gone too”

I didn’t tell him that Oakley had to rip them out, he didn’t need to know and besides it was good now, no pain no wound just like before.

Beides, hearing that what he had done in an effort to help me turned out to be dangerous just because he used the wrong items wouldn’t help.

Even if it had hurt as hell when they got ripped out.

I could see him slightly untense at the information and I hoped he would stop feeling so guilty about it.

“So you are okay now? No lasting damage?”

I nodded my head at his questions.

“No, I’m good, don’t worry, I just wanted to tell you that I’m fine now so you can stop dwelling on it.

Now you have fun at this party, i’m going outside for some fresh air, It's way too loud in here and the temperature is not helping my brain to stay focused and i wanna leave before i do something dumb or embarrassing”

“Your face does look a bit pink, just make sure you don’t fall of the cliff and avoid any Guards you don’t know, i’m not sure if everyone has gotten the information yet that you are a friend”

I nodded at him, I had planned to go back into the Ardua form and sleep on the rock Barsen showed us anyway, Since the shed was still a bit dusty and I had no idea how to navigate the castle, Nevermind that I had no idea which rooms were occupied and which ones were free.

As for falling off the cliff, I wasn’t THAT stupid and the atmosphere here was still somewhat tolerable for me, It literally was just a tiny bit too warm and loud that put a slight fog over my brain.

“I’m not that feeling that bad, it’s just a bit too loud and the air a bit too stale for my tastes, i’ll be fine, oh and if you see Robin tell him i’m back outside by the rock”

“of course, i’ll let him know should i see him”

At his affirmation that he’d tell Robin he saw me I left to go outside again.

As soon as the cool air hit my face I felt immediately better and the fog in my mind cleared.

After all, I was just a bit overwhelmed with that many people in one room, not to mention the overly loud music and way too many people heating up the room just by being there.

Eh, whatever, I already felt better and I wasn’t going to go back inside.

I decided that such events weren’t my thing. 

Aside from the tasty food, There wasn’t much to do anyway and I barely knew anyone.

Walking a few steps away from the castle so I was sure I wouldn’t bump into anything I twisted the gem on the bracelet and was promptly back in the Ardua form,

Shaking the stiffness out from my limbs.

Yeah, way better, and now i didn’t have to worry about anyone flipping out about my pointy ears.

By now word would have gotten around about the green beast that was friends with the king so this probably was the safer option to just hang around the castle as a whole.

There was also the fact that most people wouldn’t randomly attack something this big.

And the long legs were faster than my human form which was also a plus as I could get from the castle back to the rock in a matter of barely a minute.

By now it had gotten dark outside, it was still bright enough to find my way but I steered clear of anything I couldn’t identify.

At least the way back to the rock wasn’t that far and I made sure not to get too close to the edge as it probably was a lot more dangerous to get near in the dark.

Even if I found that I could see strangely well, but then again there was still light from the castle windows.

And the stars, they were actually very pretty even if the light from the castle made them a bit harder to see.

Just to be on the safe side I went to the spot where the boulder went under the dirt, so a good few feet away from the cliff itself.

I wasn’t keen on falling off of that should I fall asleep.

I’d end up impaled on one of those spikes, or drowning if the impact didn’t kill me.

No thanks, living is actually nice now.

Settling on the patch of grass next to the boulder I ended up staring out into the darkness for a bit.

This place was actually really pretty, the castle staff took good care of it even if the floorplan was absolutely moronic, like whose idea was it to build like this?

But so far the garden was my favorite place.

I briefly wondered if Barsen had any helpers or if he did it all by himself.

Surely not, he might be good but nobody could be everywhere at once, And just because I hadn’t seen anyone else working in the garden didn’t mean there was no one helping out.

At a sudden noise that sounded like a snapping branch I turned my head to whatever was disturbing the quiet that was here just a moment ago.

At first I saw nothing, which I attributed to suddenly looking at the light from the castle again, but then I could make out a human silhouette.

With the light coming from behind it was hard to tell who it was, especially since they were hunched over and seemed to have their hands over their ears.

The figure let out a high pitched whine and I suddenly recognized the voice, as well as the mop of red hair they possessed.

“Robin? Are you okay?”

I immediately stood up and went over to him to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

He was acting strange and only seemed to register that I was here after I spoke.

And he didn’t stop clutching his head.

I wished he’d step out of the bushes and into a brighter part so I could make sure he wasn’t bleeding.

“Donovan? I- i… what are you doing here?”

He sounded like hed been crying, oh fuck what happened?

I hadn’t been gone that long so what was going on?

I kneeled down, or at least what was the equivalent of that as Ardua and looked him over.

“Hey, are you okay? What happened? Why are you out here alone?

Are you hurt? Why are you holding your head like this?”

He didn’t seem to be bleeding from anywhere, but that still did not mean that he didn’t get whacked in the head.

He looked up at me and in the sparse light of the castle I could see half dried tear tracks that went down his face.

He was also slightly hyperventilating and trembling, What the hell had happened after I left?

Softening my voice as much as I could, I kneeled even closer to him, attempting to comfort him with my presence.

“Hey, talk to me, what happened?”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around the fluffy part of my neck and kept holding the fur while he trembled.

“I- I’m sorry, it’s just- just too much, way too much, it’s too loud, too bright and there are too many people! I- my brain can’t keep up, it’s just- ! “

He had started hyperventilating even worse as he spoke, and while I still wasn’t sure what was going on at least I knew now that he hadn’t been attacked or otherwise physically hurt.

“I’m not sure what exactly you mean, but if you want some peace and quiet you can just join me in lazing about out here?”

Since he was now very close to my vocal chords I took extra care to not be too loud and keep my voice soft for him.

He just mumbled something that definitely wasn’t words and shoved his tear stricken face into my mane.

Well, then I would have to figure it out myself.

Hooking one arm under him and holding him in the space between my neck and underarm I walked on three legs to the spot I had just left before and settled down again.

This time with a little ginger cuddled up to my thorax and hiding in the fur of my short mane curled up with his hands over his head as if to protect himself from some unseen foe.

The worst thing was that I had no idea what the hell was wrong or even how to help him.

I found it best to try again to get an at least somewhat coherent answer.

“Robin? I’m not sure what is going on right now, Can you tell me? I want to help but i don’t know how”

At first I thought he wouldn’t respond, aside from another high pitched whine, but then he finally gave me at least some information.

“My brain is screaming at me, that I need to go hide and that there’s too much noise, too much- everything right now! And it wont shut up!”

He sobbed out.

Oh, he had a bad brain day, err night, I've had some of those, shortly after my mother had died but they weren’t frequent and certainly not as severe as his.

Apparently all the stuff that had happened over the past month had just gotten too much as he attended the party where a ton of loud people were and not to mention that the room was stupidly hot too.

“Well, considering what has happened over the course of the last month that isn’t really a surprise, believe me my brain had trouble catching up at all!

And don’t worry, everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes, that’s just a thing that happens, you can stay with me for as long as you want”

He just tried to bury himself further in the fur of my neck, even if there wasn’t that much more to burrow into.

“S’not the first time, it happens a lot to me and i don’t know why, I don’t do anything that the others don’t, so why me?

Why’s my brain like this?

I try my best to keep it together but it never works”

He sniffled a little and continued to try and disappear into my fur.

Oh, so this was not a new nor unusual occurrence for him, no wonder he tried to ditch the party by hiding out in the garden.

And the fact that he hyperventilated must have been because he had a panic attack before me speaking snapped him out of it.

“Is there ANYthing i can do to help you?

If not we can just stay here for a while”

He curled up against my neck and mumbled.

“I just wanna hide somewhere till my brain is quiet again, but i don’t wanna be alone, but i also don’t wanna see anyone’s face right now”

Well, those were a tiny bit conflicting with each other, What the hell was I even supposed to do with that information?

With his form curled so close to my throat he couldn’t see my face, and it was sorta hidden, he wasn’t alone either.

But maybe that was still too exposed for him?

Or too loud as I could still faintly hear the party in the distance and see the stupidly bright light from the windows.

“I- well what can i do?

I’m not the smartest in such stuff so please tell me”

He pressed himself even more into the fur of my throat, if that was even possible and mumbled into it.

“I- i just want to Hide, somewhere were the outside world can’t get me”

“Hide? Where? Do you want me to bring you to Oakleys tower?

Oakley might even be able to help better than I did, but if he didn’t want to see more people right now then I would just try my best and hope that it would work.

“No, I- i want you to hide me, can you hide me again? Like in the snow?”

Like in the snow? What did he-

Oh.

Surely that wasn’t what he meant?

“i- like when you were cold?

Are you absolutely sure that’s what you want?”

feeling him nod i could hear the softest voice answer

“Mhm, i just wanna be somewhere where the outside world can’t get me, but i don’t wanna be alone either, and i know you wont hurt me”

He wanted to hide with me, go back in THERE of all things too.

And only because he thought it would help, and that he was absolutely convinced that I would not hurt him.

How the FUCK could i say no to him? I couldn’t, not when he displayed such an amount of trust in me that I would keep him safe.

“Only if you are absolutely sure, and if you get scared for any reason tell me and i’ll get you out as fast as i can, okay?”

He made an agreeing sound and slowly uncurled a little so he could reach my face.

While getting out of my mane he used one hand to brace himself on my face, and his hands were tiny, HE was tiny.

If he truly thought this would help him then i would do it, even if i didn’t understand it, i said i’d help him so i would even if it was rather unusual.

I carefully shifted around him so I had enough space to move my head properly and he wouldn’t have to awkwardly climb over my legs.

He just stood there for a second, hugging himself with his arms and slightly hunched over,

He was so small, he already wasn’t a tall human but with me as Ardua he was just so tiny, and with him standing there so vulnerable right now it was as if a breeze could knock him over.

I took a deep breath before looking at him again.

“Okay, last chance to back out, are you SURE about this?

If you don’t wanna say anything, tap three times and I’ll stop, okay?”

He was still shaking, and I had no idea how long such an episode usually lasted but I was sure that if he thought it would help then I’d do it.

He just leaned forward and put his slightly shaking forehead against my snout.

I could feel that his head was cold and clammy, yeah, he needed help.

“M’ sure, go ahead”

He mumbled out in a shaky voice.

That was probably all the confirmation I was gonna get from him.

So without further ado i opened my mouth, waiting for just one second in case he backed out at the last moment.

He didn’t, instead he reached out and grabbed hold of one of my teeth.

Admittedly that was a very weird sensation, but since he seemed to be okay with it I brought him fully into my mouth, making sure to shield my bottom teeth with my tongue so there was no chance he could get nicked by one.

I gave him a few more seconds before I closed my mouth and sealed him in, then I waited a few more seconds, sort of expecting him to tap three times and ask to be let out.

There was no tapping, instead he just kind of sunk into my tongue, relaxing the tiniest bit.

This was weird as fuck, but i didn’t do it for myself, I did it to help my friend.

If someone had told me a few months ago that i would actually have friends i’d have laughed at them, but now I actually did have people to care about.

And a lot of other unbelievable stuff happened too of course, like right now.

Since Robin still hadn’t asked to be let out I decided to slowly tip my head back, giving him one last chance to back out before I swallowed.

Robin just put his arms over his head, not in an attempt to stop though,

It was more like he tried to make himself slimmer.

He really was okay with this, well he had suggested it, weird as it was.

Tipping my head fully back I let him slide a bit before taking the first swallow.

I waited for one second to see if this would cause him to freak out but there was nothing aside from the trembling that had persisted since he walked into me.

I gently swallowed again, Placing my paw softly against my throat, I was barely able to sense the bulge traversing down before it made its way behind my collarbone and out of reach from my limbs.

Another swallow then sent him spilling into my pouch and I held my breath, there was still a chance that this could cause him to freak out.

He did not freak out luckily, The only movement he made was to right himself and get out of the sort of upside down position he had initially landed in since he’d gone in head first.

He was still trembling though, so I thought it best to check up on him in case he just froze in a fight or flight response.

“Robin? Are you okay? If you are scared i’ll let you out right away”

“No, I’m- i’m okay, i’m calmer now, this is actually helping”

Thank FUCK he wasn’t freaking out, and it really was helping? How?

At least he wasn’t trembling as much anymore, if that was from finally calming down or his adrenaline running out I couldn’t tell.

I hoped it was the former.

“Hey Robin? Not to pry but uhh, How is this helping?”

If he didn’t want to answer that was also okay, but I couldn’t deny that I was curious as to WHY.

I could feel him shift for a second before he answered, or at least tried to.

“I- well- i just-”

He seemed to flop over and I was pretty sure I heard an annoyed groan before he tried again, this time a lot more coherent as the words just spilled from his mouth.

“Sometimes the world is just too loud, there’s noise everywhere and- and if it gets too much I just can’t anymore!

And it’s so bright too! Some days it hurts my eyes.

And then it’s too quiet again which makes me really anxious that people don’t like me and don’t want to talk to me!

But here it’s- it’s sort of calm? Like it’s not silent, I can hear your Heart and everything and I know I’m not alone but-,

I- I feel like nothing can get me while I’m here, I feel like I don’t have to stare people in the face to find clues to what they actually mean!

I get it wrong most of the time anyway, and you’re the only one that always tells the truth so I don’t have to guess if you actually mean what you said or not!

And there’s no light to hurt my eyes! I mean it’s not completely dark.

Just sorta very dim so it’s not scary either.

I mean you’re not scary, at all, you’re nice to me even if you don’t have to.

I just- sometimes I feel like there is too much space and I don’t like it!

But- it’s nice to be able to escape reality, At- at least for a little bit.

I- I’m sorry for rambling, if you don’t want me here now i’ll leave!

I know i’m weird-”

“It’s okay, I’m weird too, I mean look at me, I’m a big green catlike creature with flowers growing on its back and a pointy eared bastard, and sometimes a giant”

I interrupted him before he could talk himself back into a less than ideal headspace.

How about I’ll promise you something? Is that okay?”

“Mmh?”

He seemed a bit confused that I would offer to promise him anything.

Well as half Fae it was binding, so i could not back out, ever.

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 27

chapter 46:

1. WOLFSTAR MY BELOVED

2. god i hate that james is having a lapse of time. but also, i LOVE that zar is including their disabilities throughout the fic and not just making it a one-off thing

3. black brothers angst is hitting like a freight train

4. “"The plan was always to take James' place, but I'd be lying if I said the words didn't leave my lips a little easier knowing that Sirius would choke on them."” jesus christ

5. regulus and remus friendship means so much to me. i love that when regulus asked remus the worst thing he did, remus trusted him enough to tell him

6. LILY AND DORCAS FRIENDSHIP!!!!!!

7. also, i love the chaos dorcas knows she’s gonna cause chaos by breaking people out

8. “Lily fucking Evans, everyone.” -dorcas

and that’s the woman i’m in love with!!!

9. AWWW marlene showed up on dorcas’ doorstep!! i love them so much!!

10. “Regulus wonders if James still thinks he's beautiful.” jesus christ, what a way to start a pov

11. “"I didn't break up with you," James snaps. "I didn't exactly get the chance, seeing as we weren't together in the first place."

"Yes, we were," Regulus whispers. In his head, they were. In his heart, they still are.”

oof that fucking HURTS like a punch to the gut. i don’t know how reg is able to survive james being that mad at him

12. god, james is so mad thinking that reg lied about wanting to marry him, and reg meant it 10000%

13. 😶 reg just proposed, right? i read that right??

14. “”He stops, swallows, then gives Remus a soft smile. "You can say it. You probably shouldn't, but—"

"Come back," Remus whispers, like it's a sin, and Sirius' breath hitches.”

i haven’t cried in like five chapters, but this had me SOBBING. i love wolfstar more than the air i breathe

15. “"Do you know that you're the only person who has asked me that? Everyone else—they all just accepted it, what I'm going to do, and there was no one who even—I mean, no one even…argued, or protested. Maybe it's because I'm so stubborn and they know it wouldn't get them anywhere, but—but no one tried. And maybe it makes me selfish, but I'm so glad that you have."”

STOP IM CRYING HARDER NOW WTF THIS HURTS

16. “"I'd die for them, but I'd live for you."” YOOO THIS HURTS

17. “"No, no, I want to hear about this secret fantasy of yours to have sex on or against household appliances. Do tell me more, sweetheart. Give me all the filthy details."”

18. “"I'm partial to the kitchen table. It'd be nice, I think, splaying you out there and enjoying you like a meal. Wouldn't that be nice?"”

remus is so unhinged 😭😭😭

19. 🥰 dorlene mornings after sex

20. awww dorcas is cutting marlene’s hair. this is so intimate

21. god i’m so worried for marlene in this arena

22. james being a big meanie (i don’t blame him) and regulus breaking down and crying and james being like 😶😧😦😟 no! why are you doing that! stop!!

23. “James lasted ten years dealing with Regulus hating him, and being unkind, and ignoring him. Regulus didn't even last five days.”

awww reg is just a big softie

24. 😦 uh oh. dad and pop are fighting. they’re having the screaming match of the century

25. god, this whole fight is reminding me of when effie called regulus gentle.

26. “Not will you marry me, because James can't, but would you marry me, if you could?” i-

27. honorary authors notes from zar:

“oh, and *bursts into tears* THEY'RE ENGAGED 😭

well, okay, not really—but tell that to regulus, who will ABSOLUTELY be running with this new information lmaooo. this is the same man calling james his ex when they weren't even together. james just stating he WOULD marry regulus if he could—yes, regulus' brain has immediately decided they're engaged now. james, babe, you really should have seen that coming 💀

regulus: would you marry me if you could

james: yeah

regulus: so what im hearing is we're engaged now. we just got engaged. that's what this was.

james: ...that's...not... why do i even bother trying to keep up with you? sure, whatever you say!”