#but i��m not against spoilers if people wanna share

[bobbin-buckley]

Hi! Could you maybe write G!p Sevika x fem!reader? They are married and Sevika gets home from a fight beat up and wants sex, they are in the middle of it when Jinx and Isha arrive. (Isha being like a child of Sevika and reader)

Thank youu

After Fight Shenanigans

G!P Sevika x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sevika comes home after a bar fight, leaving her angry, beaten and needy. Though you weren’t planning guests

Warnings: G!P Sevika, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, getting caught, Sevika is beaten up, pet names (slut, whore etc), some oral, tit-fucking, Mommy kink, slight slapping, Season 2 spoilers

Request

A/n: This is kinda my first time writing g!p so I apologize if it’s bad

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“Pity, can't even defend myself from two guys!”

Sevika, your wife came home pretty early from her bar night. Originally she planned to be there until god knows how late, you trusted her though, she usually judge has a couple of drinks and smokes before heading back home with some bruised knuckles and a black eye. But in this case it was a whole broken nose!

Now normally you’d scold her and tell her to stop causing fights, and sometimes she’d listen. Tonight was different because she was mad, like the most mad you’ve ever seen her.

It was a different kind of mad though, you could see the irritation but also need in those grey eyes, recognizing that look from anywhere.

“…Doll..” She spoke ever so calmly despite her anger, her fury. She was soft when it came to you, to a surprise to a lot of people. Jinx teased her all the time, acting like Sevika whenever she’s being a softie to you in front of Jinx.

Since Sevika’s weaponized arm that she wears everywhere wasn’t on her during her bar night because it was being fixed by Jinx. So she had nothing much to defend herself besides her right arm instead.

She was also pretty irritated about how weak she feels in front of you, Sevika enjoys showing off to you to a surprise.

“..Hm?” Your gaze went to her eyes as you but stuff to help her hurt nose, your light touches making her shift.

“I need you right now…” she rasped, her right hand resting on your thigh that made your breath hitch.

“You’re hurt…” Sevika rolled her eyes, squeezing your thigh before m releasing a little. “I don’t care, it’s just my nose,” she argued.

It wasn’t that her injuries worried you, it was the thought of having sex for the first time in awhile. Before you barely had anytime because of Piltover’s attacks, dealing with Silco and Jinx’s father-daughter drama…and Jinx and her sisters stuff. You both just never had time then.

“Okay…I missed you anyways, I think we both really need it.” You smiled, leaning up a bit and Sevika leaned down.

“I’ve missed it too, Doll.” She kissed you roughly, making you moan a bit into her mouth. She wasn’t gonna play nice tonight, you both knew that. The tension was high and both of you were so horny.

“Cmon baby,” Sevika took you to the bed you both shared and threw you on it and the bed squeaked a bit.

Her hands grabbed at your clothed breasts, kneading them softly but roughly. “Fuck I wanna suck these tits..” you feel your blouse get practically ripped open, your lacy bra underneath (that Sevika had stolen from a shop in Piltover).

“..mmmhh…” she heard you moan and groped your breasts harder, pinching your nipples and lowering her head and sucking on the erect buds. “..more baby please..”

“More? What do you need baby?” “Fuck my tits.” She grinned at your sudden blurt out. “Gladly.”

She took off her shirt, exposing her own big breasts behind a black sports bra, and tugged down her pants to reveal some tight boxers with a bulge straining against them.

Your eyes couldn’t leave it, your hands reaching out for the hem over the boxers but she smacked your hands away. “I got it my doll don’t worry.”

Sevika pulled down her boxers, her big erect dick being revealed. Jesus you forgot how big she was, now you are beginning to realizing how much you truly missed her inside you.

“Push your breasts together baby,” Sevika straddled your lower abdomen with her cock in her hand as she pumped it slowly.

You did as she asked and pushed your breasts together, letting her continue and push her member between them. “…mmm’ fuck your breasts are so soft.” Her hips moved and her cock moved slowly between your tits, her slick pre-cum dripping on your chest down your cleavage.

“..Good girl,” her hand cupped your jaw and tilted it up, tracing your jawline. You looked up at her with love yet intense need. Your tongue darted out to lick her tip each time it came close to your mouth. “Oh fuck that feels good princess, keep doing that…”

Obeying to her words, your tongue affected her so much she unexpectedly pushed her length halfway into your throat, her tip just hitting in the back of it.

“...Such a whore, suck on my cock.” She grabbed your head and had you bob your head up and down on her length. Each time she thrusted into your throat you gagged, making her enjoy this even more.

Suddenly she pulled out of your mouth, her cock twitching in anticipation. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy.” Sevika got off your stomach and lifted your legs to take off your pants, seeing the wet patch in your panties. “…All wet for me, huh Doll?”

The stonger woman put your legs over her shoulders, pushed your soaked panties to the side and pressed the tip of her dick against your clit. “..Please Mommy I need you…”

“Mommy huh?” She gave you that smirk you always fall for, her hands going on both sides of your head against the bed. “Gonna take my cock like a good girl for Mommy?”

You moaned at her words, nodding, “y-yes Mommy.” Sevika watched as you bit your lip, and she grinned at that. “Please…need you inside me..”

That was her cue, she pushed her length in slowly to let you adjust as she goes, making her groan at how tight you were. “..Good lord baby, so fucking tight around me.” Sevika gave your thigh a good slap, having you whimper. The further she pushed in the more your pussy stretched and made you cry.

Once inside you, she caressed the side of your face, you began to notice the soft side of her again. It always made you melt, her eyes were gazing into yours.

That moment ended pretty quickly as she began moving her hips, making you moan and gasp. “..Y-yes, just like that…fuck,” you groaned and your words hyped her up and she began moving her hips faster into you.

“Take it slut, take my cock like a good girl.” Sevika slammed harder into you each time, your cries echoing off the walls of the bedroom. The bed was even creaking with Sevika’s rough thrusts, skin slapping, and her hand coming in contact with either your tits or your thighs.

“Mmm…close baby? I can feel you squeezing around me. Fuck I want you to cum with me doll,” Sevika pulled you into a rough kiss, her tongue shoving into your throat with you moaning against her lips.

Your tight walls squeezed her twitching cock, spurring her on and making it difficult for her to hold back. “Y-yes I’m so close…oh god-!”

As your body feels the burning sensation in your stomach, you quickly release all over her length..causing her to explode inside you.

Sevika grunted and moaned quietly, her cum flooding your needy cunt. Both of your cum nested inside your womb, and both of you relaxed when the pleasure eased through.

“Shit I missed that,” Sevika panted, it gave you a second to respond. Since you just had a big orgasm.

“Me too…me too.” Your hands reached up to cradle her face, making her smile. She stayed inside you for a bit, and laid on you as she wrapped her arms around you.

“We need to do this more often,” she said, looking up at you with mischievous eyes, she patted your reddened thigh.

“…Maybe you should get more angry often, I think I enjoy angry rough sex.” You admitted.

“Is that so?” She grinned.

Quickly your moment was ruined by Jinx’s menacing laughter coming from the other side of the bedroom door. Your eyes when wide, so did Sevika’s but it was filled with more anger than anything.

“Jinx! What the hell!?” She screamed, getting off the bed and quickly wrapping her naked body in blankets and rushed over to the door.

You listened to the commotion, too lazy and in love with your wife to even look. You knew it wasn’t gonna end well.

“..With the kid there too?!” You heard Sevika exclaim.

“Wait what?!”

“Oh don’t worry Toots, Isha’s asleep on the couch.” Jinx laughed, a smirk spread across her face. She was trying too hard not to laugh.

You weren’t sure for how long Jinx has been home since you and Sevika went to pound town. But all you knew was that you were dozing off with your wife’s voice ringing in your head.

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A/n: Not spelled checked but I hope it was good! I honestly was writing this while watching Arcane season 2 again 😭

[lacunases]

ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE SPOILERS

I have a lot of this I wanna say (I watched it May 31st and I’m first starting to be able to form words about it now bc WOW???? BEST MOVIE IVE EVER SEEN?????

I do wanna share this very foolish fan hope for beyond the spider-verse, as a very naive and fluff enjoyer (FOUND👏FAMILY👏)

Miles 42/ prowler Miles gets ✨more trauma✨ and Miles (spider-man) is there for him- the other spider-people (Gwen’s band) mistakes 42 Miles for being a really bad guy at first but S-M Miles goes all in to put in a good word for him and convince the spider-gang that Miles 42 is a good guy now and it’s cool

42 Rio and Aaron- I feel like for this au they gotta go man. Let S-M Miles’ parents adopt 42 Miles

PROWLER AGAINST MIGUEL PLS IT WOULD BE EPIC- IMAGINE PROWLER AND SPIDER-MAN TEAMUP AGAINST MIGUEL UGH brothers beat up people together

“I lost my dad. I ain’t gonna let him die again.”

If Prowler Miles DOESNT end up being Miles’ full time brother then at LEAST let him be the spider-man of 42!!! The Prowler stopped a robbery last night!! The prowler saved my cat!! PLEASE-

Also if he does stay at 42 then let them visit each other and hang out!! Brothers!!! Please!!!!!!

Also also- Peter B Parker going “Another Miles? Woah! Guys, look! It’s- it’s miles! You two, I am so proud of you-“ “Peter you’re not our dad” “I don’t have a dad, I wouldn’t mind-“ “Bro. He was mine first!”

Okay that was it for now I think????? I’ll be back (probably)

[kitsunekat9]

PJO Show Casting

Okay so before I start THIS IS NOT A COMPLAINT ABOUT ANNABETH. Any of you racists who wanna complain about her being black, leave. That ain’t what this post is about.

Spoiler warning for Episode 8 of PJO

The actor for Zeus is black. And that’s a horrible decision made by the casting director. Looking at the power dynamic and hierarchy, Zeus is the god with the most power, whom everyone must bow down to. In the show’s own words, he’s “the one everyone fears and MUST obey” or something along those lines. Zeus is basically the epitome of white patriarchy. So in casting a black man to play his role, the PJO show loses that subtext of oppressed children fighting against a patriarchal system that abuses them. And yeah, maybe in the books Zeus isn’t ever really held accountable, but it was heading that way in Trials of Apollo. If you wanna argue that the show shouldn’t bring politics or whatever into a kids’ show, I’d argue they’d already did that by making the change with Medusa, and portraying her in a sympathetic light. We got to see Medusa as a victim of the gods, and the whole narrative of the entire show is that the gods are not the omnipotent, infallible beings they claim to be. It makes more sense for Zeus to be white because white men hold the most power in society. Making Zeus black in the show just falls straight into the Angry Black Man stereotype, and it also looks worse considering Hades and Poseidon are both clearly white. The show has made Zeus a power hungry, greedy, egotistical aggressor (which his character is, I’m definitely not arguing against that), but casting a black actor to play his role cheapens the allegory and subtly worsens people’s perceptions of black men. Yeah, you could argue it’s not that deep. However, it just doesn’t sit right with me that the show is (rightfully) making Zeus somewhat of an antagonist while also making him black.

It’s cool that Hades is kinda gay-coded and very clearly not evil, as the books intended. Hades is fair and it’s a correct portrayal, but making him the innocent (sorta gay) white man against Mean Dickhead Zeus is not a good choice.

Furthermore, I’m conflicted on their choice of actor for Percy. Don’t get me wrong, Walker Scobell is incredibly talented and he was able to pull off a lot of good emotional scenes. I’m just… torn about the decision to make him blond instead of dark-haired because we lose the ability to imagine Percy as a marginalized kid fighting against oppression and standing up for what he believes is right. In the books, it’s obvious that Percy and his mother are poor, don’t live in a great area, and don’t trust authorities like the police to help them. These are all experiences shared by people of color, and a lot of fans imagined Percy with darker skin, thinking he could be black, other POC, or mixed race, which makes Percy a great symbolic underdog that POC fans can project themselves onto. In the show, Percy is very, very obviously white. With dark hair, people could have at least pretended Percy was mixed race and white passing, strengthening the narrative about not fitting in and being of two worlds. He’s blond, and pale skinned, so that’s no longer possible. PJO loses that nuanced angle of a boy from a minority community rising up to become a hero by making Percy just white.

Annabeth’s casting, I have no problem with. It’s important for little black girls to see themselves in her role, because she’s the daughter of the wisdom goddess, which is not a trait stereotypically associated with black girls. Annabeth being black shows that yes, black girls ARE smart, and brave, and can be heroines too. Would’ve been cool to make her blond, since blond black girls are often seen as dumb and that would be a great subversion, but I’m not too fussed with it.

Anyways these are just some thoughts I have on representation in PJO. I have plenty of other thoughts about other subjects on the show, so feel free to drop by my inbox or just chat with me about PJO. :)

[jiminrings]

yoongi grills stem koo’s ass <3

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo wants to explain himself and yoongi may not want to listen

"hyeji's never packed you a sandwich before?"

jungkook pales at the mention, mouth drying when he sees yoongi bring up the soft smile that doesn't comfort him at all

“the one that’s all knuckle?”

oh my god

IS THIS A RIDDLE????

yoongi tilts his head in amusement when this pathetic excuse for your past crush is calculating what he just said in his mind

what is a sandwich that’s all knuckle?? but it doesn’t even rhyme!!

aren’t riddles sUPPOSED to rhyme????

jungkook’s more than well-versed in stem-related problems that are just rephrased 237 times over and over so that it wouldn’t be as easy to solve

he can solve that!!!

but this!!! :O his mind is short-circuiting pls do not approach him

“hm?” yoongi’s smile patronizes him further and puts him on the spot, straightening his figure and jungkook’s quick to stop him from coming back inside your dorm

“i want to-“

“i asked you — have you ever had a knuckle sandwich?”

yoongi enunciates with so much clarity that kook finds his mind blanking, tripping over his words he hasn’t even formed yet

“i-is it-...” he stalls, trying to rack his mind for the bread he’s not sure he’s ever even heard of in his life, “i-is it like, a pork thing? uhm, t-the pig’s knuckle? and then you put it between, uhm, bread?”

,,,, laughable

jungkook’s supposed to be smart, isn’t he? or atleast that’s what yoongi thinks he’s supposed to be

lmao he would’ve laughed at the boy’s poor attempts if only he wasn’t furious at him

he’s dumb but not the endearing kind ://

“no,” yoongi drawls out, pretending to fish something out from his pocket

jungkook watches in intrigue, thinking that yoongi’s reaching for his phone to show him a picture of what it looks like

the hypothetical situation in jungkook’s mind is clearly not the one that happens

jungkook SHRIEKS as he stumbles on his heels backward — crystal clear to him that yoongi was not looking for his phone, but instead balling his fist and him being the receiving end

almost the receiving end

yoongi almost sucker-punches jungkook in a blink, fist literally a millimeter away from his nose and the only thing he could see at the moment is red

... red and jungkook’s wide eyes that have never carried this much fear up until now

“that’s a knuckle sandwich, kid. would’ve fed it to you if only y/n isn’t in the room right behind me.”

holy fuck

his heart is beating right against his ribcage and that shouldn’t be possible, fists closing upon themselves nervously as he tries to soothe his thumb so his mind relaxes

spoiler alert: it doesn’t work

jungkook’s mind is all over the place, even more rattled than it was when he takes a text without studying (he was so low he got a 98), but the only thing that’s clear is that you’re behind this door

“yoongi — mister yoongi, please. i-i need to explain myself, and if only you let me try, i can!! i swear. i’m not forcing you but-...”

there he is again

jungkook’s only been in his sight for like two minutes but his eyes are already sore

“why are you even here?” he scowls and even if the younger boy’s taller than him, every bit of his posture and demeanor at the bite of his words scream small, “why go all this length for someone you stomped on today, then have the gall to be a crybaby about it?”

he's speechless and it only serves him right, looking at his mudded-up converse and trying to focus on anything besides the guilt within

"m-my explanation," jungkook mutters, hands behind his back as if he's being scolded, “will you tell y/n?”

yoongi releases an agitated breath at him muttering your name

he dOESN'T get to say your name!! no!!! not after what he did to you

“i’m not concerned about you. what i decide to do or not, has nothing to do with whatever you say right now.”

kook solemnly nods, and even if yoongi's much harsher in your words compared to yours, the gravity of yours with him not being related to you cuts deeper

there's nothing else he could care about, actually

jungkook follows campus curfews to a T and would come home two hours earlier in the rare event that he goes somewhere

but now, he couldn't care less when the dorm master could just be there any second and he'd pass a hall monitor like usual

for the whole day, you were the only one that occupied his mind

"i know hyeji isn’t the one."

god, it was clear as day

he'll be the first one to admit that he can't read people very well, but he knew from the start that it's probably not hyeji who's been packing his lunchboxes

jungkook sometimes takes attendance in behalf of the professor because as much as he's shy, he's also a teacher's pet

the classes she shared with hyeji? she wasn't present everyday for the whole duration of two weeks, and how could it be that she still managed to make him a lunchbox if she wasn't present in the campus at all?

there was a probability that it could've been her, but it was so low that it sat right next to improbable

"i-i entertained the possibility briefly that she was, but then nothing was making sense the more i thought about it."

jungkook sometimes also checks papers because his professors trust him enough and he has perfect scores anyway, so he uses his own as his answer key

"i needed to interview y/n for an assignment, a-and a signature above a name was needed and it was just so familiar."

the moment he racks his head for hyeji's writing, it seemed fAR from the writing on the sticky notes on the lunchboxes

"then she seemed mad at me, but when i went to her on the field to try and confront her-" jungkook pauses and almost whispers the next part, the shame on his skin starting to seep into his bones, "she told me that we weren't related for me to feel hurt about it."

yoongi clenches his jaw, a pressure forming on the center of his eyebrows because he knows where this is leading

"a-and i thought it was hyeji again."

jungkook can't bring himself to be elated that it's been you the whole time because he might be a little too late; a little too late when he's already subjected you to the heartbreak you didn't deserve

"i-i didn’t know what clicked in my mind but i was just so hurt that-"

that's the fiNAL straw for yoongi

this has been him trying to keep his anger at bay the whole time, but this one!! this one he can't just accept

"you are a fucking asshole. honestly."

jungkook slightly winces with the sudden cussing, but it barely scratches the surface

"you think you’re the only one hurt? tell that to me who’s never seen y/n cry so hard before — or even cry at all."

his explanation wasn't an excuse and he knows it, but nonetheless, it tears him apart

"i’m sorry."

his lips quiver and he's trying sO hard not to cry in front of his senior, but yoongi doesn't feel even the slightest remorse for the kid

"i don’t care. you don’t apologize to me; you apologize to y/n. whether she forgives you or not, which for the record i don’t think she should, you cannot take back what you said."

if what jungkook said was eVER said to yoongi, given that he had the same circumstances as you did, he wouldn't know how to bounce back at all

it's a pain he doesn't wish to feel and he could only helplessly look at you who's trying to navigate it

perhaps you don't even plan to navigate it — knowing you, you're just gonna sail through it all to the point you're not giving yourself enough time to even realize that you already are

it was the same cycle of trying to move on without grieving through it properly that it hurts yoongi and seokjin and the tiny amount of people around you

"grovel at her feet. cry her an ocean. commit penitence. whatever you wanna come up with, no matter what, you do not make my y/n feel like she isn’t deserving of love."

you're family and yoongi goes above and beyond for family.

"i don’t care if you make up. i don’t care if you don’t. all i know is that in any other place besides outside the room she sleeps in, i’d hurt you like you hurt her."

jungkook almost wishes that yoongi punches him now and he won't even try to dodge it

"i deserve it."

"you do."

they whole-heartedly agree and it's the only time that yoongi can get behind jungkook's words

"i’m always gonna be on y/n’s side, kid."

there's no other way around it and as much as you know it or not, you've cemented your position in yoongi's heart unknowingly

"the only way that i’m gonna be on yours is when you’ve earned my utmost respect," he can't even see when that happens, crossing his arms across his chest, "and you don’t."

jungkook's tears are falling to the floor but they don't get on his cheeks, the sudden set of footsteps coming from his side making his head straighten and wipe his eyes immediately

he's the only one alarmed and he spares yoongi a glance, then to said person

yeah right that couldn't have been you :((

the guy who's approaching doesn't stop walking and he looks like.... he's uh,,, coming to where he's exactly standing????

he seems oddly familiar though

“oh, taehyung!"

where did he hear that name before??

taehyung stands at the same height as jungkook, maybe a centimeter or two taller, but he just couldn't stop looking at him from the corner of his eyes

yoongi's oblivious to jungkook's ongoing deduction, immediately engulfing taehyung in conversation

"y/n’s already asleep. i could do her part of the project-“

he offers because he recalls that right, you told him that taehyung's coming over to finish your shared project of a business plan late tonight

uhhhhh you're kinda zooted and going through it rOUGH so yoongi doesn't mind doing your contribution for you

“yoongi!! oh no man, it’s not what i came here for," he leans for a side hug, eyes landing on jungkook to drop a polite smile to acknowledge him

jungkook only slightly bows, confused but even more intrigued because he heard your name in the conversation

"i just uh, i just saw y/n crying while i was on my way home awhile ago, and i didn’t get to ask why, but i felt bad, so i came by to drop some cookies.”

oh

taehyung continues talking and it leaves yoongi and jungkook stunned, but he only focuses his attention on the former

“you looked like a hazelnut cookie kind of guy, so i baked some too!! is y/n allergic to peanuts? i put some too in a separate container in case she is.”

yoongi laughs and they go from there

IT'S LIKE JUNGKOOK ISN'T EVEN HERE!!!!

baby he's here he's nOT a hallucination!!!!

despite the fact that he's sticking out like and (unacknowledged) sore thumb, no one makes a move to take the conversation elsewhere

“thanks, tae. damn, you did all this yourself?”

yoongi whistles when he takes the tupperware opening it and almost watering at the sight

he doesn't mind baking cookies for you in case you wake up hungry, but taehyung really just did himself a nice favor without knowing it

he smiles softly, eyes narrowing in intrigue now that he realizes

"taehyung. no offense, but you’ve only interacted with y/n like once and it’s only for a project. why would you bake her uhhh 28 cookies?”

hehe

“35, actually :D”

tae interjects, waving him off when yoongi's jaw drops even further

“yeah, i know. i just felt so sorry for her — i’m not related to y/n but i just felt like i wanted to make her feel better.”

jungkook's jaw locks at this, his breathing becoming shaky all over again, fists balled this time

“it’s like,, economics!! i don’t actually know, maybe??? i’m in visual arts. y/n took over my part for me when i was sick-“

".... so you made her 30 cookies."

taehyung's the personification of a golden retriever and now that he thinks about it, jungkook reckons seeing him more than a handful of times

he laughs deeply at yoongi's rebutt and it may be in unfortunate timing that jungkook realizes he kNOWS him

he's in the same year!! he's the one that takes the portraits for the school paper and it's always his name in the credits

"good night, yoongs. hug y/n for me. tell her i'll take over her part, no questions asked."

taehyung walks away and he's perfectly content even if he didn't get to give you the cookies like jungkook thought he would

"night, taehyung."

yoongi looks at the retreating figure briefly, then looks at jungkook pointedly

he doesn't realize that he's still budging and listened on an entire conversation, dropping his head when yoongi points to the elevator

"bye, jungkook."

"good night, yoongi."

he feels hesitant to leave but it's probably for the better, putting his hands in his pockets still not enough to make his hands stop trembling

kook stops at the middle of his walking, turning his head to look back at yoongi whose mouth already has crumbs

"c-can i see y/n tomorrow?"

"i'm not her dad."

jungkook nods somberly, leaving it at that while his bulk of emotions consume him

he thinks all about the ways he could attempt to make it up to you, a million ideas in his head but his head doesn't hurt

his nose twitches at the lingering scent the cookies left, annoyed at the persistent smell and perhaps the boy that brought them

jungkook's never really liked cookies.

[jrueships]

Oh please share all your thoughts regarding kyle/Demar. Im desperate for content too. Also, can you share that flop video? Their last game was 3 months ago cus Kyle didnt play in the one last month.

OOOOOOH okay YEAH that's what i was THINKIN!!! that the flop video HAD to be the one from 3 months !! YEAH okay YEAH my thoughts EXACTLY YOU OMNOMONO-S M A R T , anon !!!!!! I don't think this sentence made sense but whatever we move

HERES the flop vid!! Notice the tie and the quarter LOL klow RUTHLESS to his mans lol!

AS FOR MY THOUGHTS ON THEM...... let's Talk.

They sure do love taking turns staring at each other in manic Lust huh. Hashtag just guy things Girlpower !!!

FIRSTLY uh hmm WELL i think they are.. just such an Iconic ship like TRULY the BLUEPRINT. Even in a nonshippy sense, the way they tell each other i love you i love this man i love kyle he's my guy i'd run through 15 brick walls for him i love demar he's my best friend LIKE.. it's REAL it's an UNABASHED bond!!!! They are CLOSE! they LOVE each other they CARE for each other!!! SOOO much!!!!!! THEIR POWER... UNLIMITED! and of course serge tryna pit bad bitches against bad bitches in his how hungry deebo guest vid; he recognizes REAL!! Not just delusional TUMBLRINAS realize their INFLUENCE but like! Everyone does!! IT'S SO ELEPHANT!!! IT'S SO THERE!!! love that for them!!! And i think them being so 'popular' and loved scares me off from privately publishing any writings not ONLY bcs i don't wanna DISAPPOINT people that follow em religiously down to a T, but bcs like! KYLE/DEMAR SO GOOD!! i don't wanna TAINT it with a thought process that can be COMPLETELY wrong from the source! I CANT DO THEM LIKE THAT!!! You know like i LOVE THEM because they're TRUE LOVE but i also HATE them because they're TRUE LOVE like! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY OTHER THEN 'it's true love baby!!' Because it IS! it's so GOOD and DEEP and COMPLEX and i LOVE that but my brain NEEDS to be able to simplify things down to lil bounceable points so i can understand it better but i CANT?? i can't let my brain DO that to something so HUGE and AMAZING????? The way they INTERACT is so DYNAMIC and fun and full of LIFE and!!! 1 U DONT EVEN HAVE TO GO INTO GOBLIN MODE TO VIEW EM & POINT OUT LITTLE THINGS TO. PROVE THEY ARE IN LOVE LIKE! they just ARE everyone can SEE can KnOW its so STRONG!!! They're my og favs for a reason but i also Hate them for that reason..... gay people

FOR DEEPER THOUGHTS ON THEM THO.. ACTUAL ANALYTICAL THOUGHTS BESIDES 'theyre gay. They're husbands. We win!'

This is from a lil note in one of my MANY unpublished kyle/demar fics to help keep me on point, SO if i ever DO sum up the courage and publish a fic that kinda hints to this idea, you guys WILL act SURPRISED and HAPPY at this BRAND NEW UNEXPLORED IDEA into kyle/demar lol (it gets touched upon a Lot in the kyle/demar owner player fic which is ALSO very long and WILL be hidden from the general populace )

BUT TO ELABORATE UHHHMM hmm so like

People HEAR kyle. People hear his shouting, his demanding, his AWFUL jokes (deebo: the chips are down kyle: like? Potato- potato chips? *extends pop bottle microphone closer to demar's interview*), his loud laughter, his unnecessary SOUND effects with his unnecessary physical COMEDY ( s T O M P I N. wiTH. the. BIG. boYS !WITH... *swaggers away from his made shot as demar giggles. Probably emphasizing his stomps just to make demar laugh MORE), his smartass comments to reporters ignorantly written off as friendly cheekiness by them despite the OBVIOUS fact that he HATES them (EXCEPT when it's to talk about.. DE-MAAAR!!). KYLE IS.. heard. Does that mean he's LIKED??? um. Well.

Kyle can be .. bossy. To put it lightly. Or an ASSHOLE, to put it now DEMARLY(beloved) but DEROGATORILY. He can argue with coaches like it's a HOBBY! And refs! ESPECIALLY refs! He can argue with the other players!!! You tryna start a fight after we get ejected from a game? Alright, HERES MY ROOM NUMBER. Spoiler alert though, demar GONNA be there because we BOTH loyal af and we BOTH gonna whoop your ass so. have fun losing to homosexuality you sexless giblet ! EVEN IF KYLE ISN'T EVEN PLAAAYING, if a fight breaks onto the floor you can BET he's stepping up all suit and tie to put his two cents in. And people are gonna respectfully disrespect him for that! I mean like.. that's Okay, it's REASONABLE you know it's ALRIGHT. Kyle's been living his entire Life being disrespected so he's just disrespectful right back and that's FINE. it's a little tiring though. Never making someone happy. Never making people Smile because you're just. An asshole. BUt you ARENT juST An ASSHOLE!!!! youre actually REALLY funny and REALLY clingy and REALLY sweet and full of LOVE!!! just.. you know.. also full of... Opinions. Opinions you think EVERYONE deserves to hear DIRECTLY because you HATE fakeness. You also hate being boxed in too... so maybe youre Kind Of an asshole, YEAH so WHAT? thats not ALL? Sometimes you SAY things... yeah.. but youre.. more. Youre So much More. And no one wants to See that . . . And YEAH you COULD hypothetically 'change' that but then that wouldn't be YOU. So you'd rather live a life unloved than live a life not yours. You've already been doing it so long.

Demar is beloved. Like. Thats just FACTS! reasonable tangible understandable FACTS!! serge would PUNCH a man for even HINTING dislike toward demar! We ALL would!!! Deebo is nice and sociable and truthful, can hold pleasant small talk, responds to reporters with delightful little metaphors for rudy gay to question. DEEBO IS A K I N G !!! a pleasant MANNERFUL king! Elegant demarvelous GORGEOUS he is THE WORLDS girlfriend! We DONT deserve him!!!! you know.. he's good at decency. 'Deebo's a Nice Guy. He's known for freezing up during playoffs.. but he's Likeable. He's Nice. So he'll be OK.'

Deebo has the 'i can socialize well in small conversations and i WANT to act pleasant to others because i care for them!!' Attitude People go through where they're 'on good terms' with a lot of people but not... their Number one. Not really KNOWN for ALL that he Is. All that he DOESN'T say. Because what if people Don't want to hear it? What if people Don't want their 'perfect' image of Deebo destroyed? Marred by depressing thoughts, chocked uselessly full of silly Obsessions and Ideas. They just like Pleasant deebo.. Want pleasant deebo. So he gives them that. And represses what he thinks isn't needed. Hides it. Doesn't speak it into life. well- absolutes are Difficult. Sometimes he let's Some Things slip out. Just little things though. No one cares enough to put what he says into memory though. It doesn't make impact that way. He's content with it, he supposes. Because others are.

But. It really does feel Good being with Kyle. JOKING with him, TALKING to him, telling him all your 'silly little ideas', goofing off with him, proposing a MOVIE together, little roles they can fit (the matrix clip..), it feels nice BEING with him. Because he LISTENS. Even if others only see Kyle as this stubborn asshole who takes no opinion beside his own into account, Kyle really does Listen. He might make some snide comments in reply, but he Retains the information given.. the things said. They can hurt him, or they could make him feel Alive. Laugh. Kyle lives for pushing people past their 'Decent' boundaries at the beginning to see who they REALLY are.. the Extent of their Being. He gives them his 100% in search of 100% in return. And you can Bet Demar gives that to him plus More. Plus the moon and the stars and the old movies of his time and his dumb little dances and his musical aspirations and his bothersome interview interruptions and his Love... demar is More than willing to give Kyle EVERYTHING. Because Kyle Asks for his everything. WANTS his Everything. Kyle takes Demar's everything and makes it Beautiful. Let's demar know it's meaningful. He doesn't show it as perfectly Expected, but he Shows it. Demar tells Kyle about his rapping hobby on a lazy afternoon relaxing from another harsh conditioning morning. He tells it as nothing more than a mere Afterthought, just an excuse able comment sprung by music listening inspiration. But Kyle HEARS it, TALKS about it. He brings it up in an interview... the reporter didn't ASK for it. She asked about his favorite rapper. But because Kyle thinks about demar SO much and about EVERYTHING he says, the good, the bad, the Cringe, he brings DeMar's hobbies up. He doesn't EXPOSE them in DEPTH though, just gives them a shoutout. To let the people hear. And to let demar know he's Been heard

Demar thinks of kyle often. Feisty asshole kyle. Couldn't live without me kyle. The man i leaned down to while he was on the floor kyle. The man i told i'd be by no matter What kyle. Because no matter What anyone else thinks of him, Deebo will be there .

Because Kyle's a Listener.

And DeMar sees that.

It's the little things that count.

[writtenbynightlock]

synopsis: college kept your life busy. the miya twins also have a life of their own. with your secretive nature, things became complicated.

genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers

wc: 1.9k

warnings: college au, series, post time-skip spoilers

Part 4 | Part 6

Miya Atsumu has had the reputation of being Japan’s best high school setter, as well as its best server. His accomplishments and background made him qualified to be the starting setter for the University Volleyball Team as they have witnessed his plays during National matches which led to the coaches having big expectations of him with his skills and Atsumu never disappoints — not until today’s practice.

Miya Atsumu was off in his game.

With a shake of the head from the head coach, this led the assistant coach to declare a water break.

“Atsumu, don’t let the fans distract you in your play, okay?” the head coach says, gesturing to the small group of girls in the stands. Atsumu let out a sigh as he glances up to hear them squealing --- a bit tired of the thought that they just won’t leave him alone. He appreciates the support, it even gives him confidence but right now, their support was more of a nuisance to him but his fangirls weren’t responsible for his loss of focus.

“Yes coach.” 

Atsumu grumbles as he grabbed his water bottle from the bench, aggressively drinking the cool liquid, hoping to lessen his frustrations on his performance today. Atsumu has always been a perfectionist when it comes to volleyball because he knows that he is skilled and of course, he wants to keep on improving to the sport he dedicated his life into. Not being able to perform well in practice makes him irritated as ever.

“Oya? Slacking off now, are we?” snickers Suna as he wipes his sweat, stopping beside Atsumu who had his eyebrows furrowed, glaring at the wall.

“I am not slacking!”

“Wanna know what your spikers think? We are not satisfied.”

“I’ll give ya a perfect set after this.” Atsumu clicked his tongue and looked away from Suna, wiping off his sweat aggressively. Suna rolled his eyes and slapped Atsumu’s back, making the setter cower from the impact and glares at Suna as he soothes the impacted area.

“Why do ya and Aran always hit me?!”

“Because you’re being an idiot!”

“How am I being an idiot?!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t ask Osamu for help on this one.”

“He might spill the beans on (Y/N)! I want to tell her myself!”

“Then what are you waiting for? You’ve been ignoring her for awhile now. Talk to (Y/N), Atsumu. If you continue being like this, then you are no different from her ex boyfriend. A total douchebag. Ignoring her isn’t gonna solve things.”

Atsumu clenches on his water bottle as he heard your name. His heart aches for abandoning you like that --- not talking things out. He believes you had no idea that you two kissed because he knows your memory is poor when you’re drunk. He had been planning to talk to you for quite some time but he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready of the feeling in being rejected but this is something he needs to face.

With a whistle from the assistant coach, Atsumu, Suna and the rest of the players resumed the practice for the upcoming tournament.

It was late in the evening. You just finished your last class for the day. With a content sigh, you gripped onto the strap of your bag before walking the empty University grounds where lights were all lit up, illuminating the University buildings with the moon and stars shining and twinkling. The cool and fresh breeze made it even more of a peaceful walk back to your apartment. 

Finally arriving the main streets of Hyogo, you were greeted by bright lights of buildings and people crossing the streets, some going shopping. The part of Hyogo to where you were current at was the busiest part --- the shopping center. Tall buildings were all lit up and multiple cars were causing traffic. It was just the typical night scenery every time you go home from university. 

As you pass by restaurants, your stomach started to grumble, in need of food.

What were you gonna eat for dinner?

As you stopped in your tracks and pondered for a moment, thinking if you should dine in or just order food for take out, a familiar car suddenly parked to where you were at the sidewalk. The window rolls down and a head from inside peers at you with a big smile on their face.

“M-mom? What are you doing here?”

“I haven’t seen you in awhile and that’s how you’re gonna greet me, sweetie?”

“Sorry. I’m just surprised.”

“Have you had dinner?”

With another growl from your stomach that was loud enough for your mom to hear from the car, she laughs and points her finger to the door.

“Well you’re in luck, sweetie. I cooked your favorite foods today. Hop in. I’ll let you eat back at your apartment so that I’ll also be able to see how much of a mess you’ve made.”

“Hey! I am not messy!”

“Keep telling yourself that, sweetie.”

Excitement fills in your system of the thought you’re gonna have a home cooked meal — the kind of meal that just has the different kind of satisfaction compared to restaurants. You love your mother’s cooking. Not only is it delicious, but it also comforts your soul. A mother’s love is definitely put on the plate.

As you sat down on the front seat and buckling your seat belt, your mom drove the two of you to your apartment building. On the way, the two of you did a lot of catching up like how were your studies and did you make any friends to which you answered a bit enthusiastically because you did with Kaori. Even though your mom knows about Kaori, you told her that you and Kaori are much closer this year. You really love moments like this with your mom considering how busy she is with her work. Too bad your father went on a business trip but the three of you seem closer than ever because growing up, your parents always try to accompany you when you were still a kid. When you got into university, your parents had already planned for you to start being independent to prepare you for your future.

Sharing some laughs here and there, your eyes were finally fixated on the road. As you just stared at the scenery, you can’t help but feel a bit jealous at couples who were walking beside each other on the sidewalk, all love and smiles in the air. You can’t help but frown a little. You regretted dating Nakamura. All he did was just adding to your emotional trauma.

You can’t help but wonder if there is someone out there who really is meant for you.

With the car coming to a stop, you looked around and it was not the parking area of your apartment building. You were still in the main streets. Confused, you looked at your mom who was looking intently at the sidewalk ahead.

“What are you looking at, mom?”

“Which one was it of the twins dearie? The one looking like a bee?”

“What?”

Looking at the sidewalk, your eyes widened at the familiar figure who was just innocently walking down the street, unaware of his surroundings as he just minded his own business. Your heart started to beat faster in your chest as the figure starts to near the car, still looking straight ahead. His varsity jacket hugged his figure as he kept his hands inside the pockets to keep him warm from the cold autumn breeze, with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. You observed that he had a serious expression on his face — somewhat troubled as he grumbles to what was in his head.

Before you could even reply, your mom honked the car to only startle the setter, him jumping a bit from the sudden sound, making you hold your laugh as you saw the expression on his face. It was priceless.

“Mom, what are you doing?!” 

As the window of the car from your side started to roll down, you started to panic. You didn’t want to be seen right now. You definitely wanted to avoid Atsumu. The odds were against you at the moment as Atsumu finally calmed down and looks at the car with a confused expression but decides to just continue walking but then your mom called his name, miraculously identifying the right twin.

“Atsumu-kun!”

Your mom says with a big smile as she waves at your long time friend. Your mom has been friends with the Miyas for a long time --- as the mother of the twins and your mom were pretty much besties. Of all the times you and your families get together, your mother still gets confused on who was who even if their hair colors were dyed purposely for people to tell them apart. 

You wanted to get out of there. Starting to unbuckle your seat belt and just hide at the back, it was too late when Atsumu peers at the window. A bright smile made its way on his face when he saw your mother, feeling a bit of comfort of seeing a familiar person in a street full of strangers.

“Is that you, Mrs. (L/N)?”

“Yes it is, sweetie. Did you just finish practice?”

“I did. What brings you here, Mrs (L/N)?”

“I happen to cross (Y/N) here on her way back to her apartment. I actually cooked a lot of food tonight. Do you want to have dinner with us? (Y/N) told me that you like my cooking.”

Atsumu gazes at you a bit. He smiles a little when he saw how you were trying to avoid eye contact with him as you kept your head down and kept fumbling with your fingers — a habit you have when you’re nervous that Atsumu has caught on. He finds it pretty cute. Realizing the possibility to where this was going, he’s gonna use this as an opportunity to finally talk to you as the words from Suna kept ringing in his head.

You turned to your mom as you were avoiding Atsumu’s gaze on you — your face tomato red from the sudden situation you are in — not to mention how the familiar scent of fresh lemons that Atsumu gives off makes you addicted to it. You gave your mom a look that just screams ‘stop embarrassing me!’ .

“Oh did she now? I’m happy to join you, Mrs. (L/N)”

“Splendid! Hop in.”

On the car ride back to your apartment, you can’t help but drown in Atsumu’s scent, oh how you missed it too much. You feel your cheeks heat up, knowing Atsumu was at the back seat as he converses with your mom who exchanged some talks and laughs. 

While they enjoyed their time, you can’t help your mind drifting to the night when you and Atsumu were being intimate. The way his lips move against yours. The way he caresses your cheek in circles and how you ended up on his lap. Was he gonna tell you about it? The sudden memory of you running and puking in the bathroom made you groan a little loud, making your mom and Atsumu divert their attention to you.

“You okay sweetie?”

You look at your mom with wide eyes, not intending to catch their attention with your memory. You blush bright red as you felt Atsumu’s gaze on you. 

“Why wouldn’t I be? Eyes on the road mom!”

It was gonna be a long night for you. 

Taglist: @softiebadbitch​ @underratedmage​ @haikyuu-appreciation-club​

[avarkriss]

House of Wolves

A Javier Peña x Female Reader Fanfic

Rated E for Explicit

Word Count: 3.2k

Inspo: House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance

Summary: Javier has a terrible day at work, and really needs you to work it out of him.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of guns, violence, and death; smut, thigh riding, handcuffs, oral (F/M receiving), Javi is a switch, some light D/S, more smut, Javi stealing underpants, this fic will really piss off Bible thumpers, soft/vulnerable Javi is also probably a warning, a lil bit of cumplay if you squint, feelings, some small Narcos spoilers if you’re late to the game like me, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool), mouth fingering, i mean honestly if it’s sex it’s in here this is just porn

Author’s Note: This is my second fic being shared publicly - feel free to like, comment, and reblog! I’m open to friendly criticism as well as friendly conversation. Enjoy, let me know what you want to see more of! 

The key jiggling in your door handle woke you with a start from your shallow slumber. You ran a hand over your forehead to brush away your sweaty hair before slipping it behind your bed to grab your pistol. The lock jiggled again and you took off your safety, stalking towards the sound. For the first time since being assigned to Colombia, you were thankful for the humidity swelling the wood of your door. You took a deep breath in to steady your hands and waited for the door to open. The handle jiggled a third time and finally released, allowing Javier to stumble into your apartment. When he looked up, he was staring down the barrel of your loaded gun. “Woah it’s just me doll, put that thing away,” Javier spoke out quickly, reaching behind him to close your door and tossing his keys onto the nearby coffee table, the key to your door slightly bent from the struggle. “God damn it Javi, I could have shot you,” you hissed, clicking the safety back on and setting the pistol on your counter. “Yeah? Well, after today, maybe it’s what I deserve,” he grunted, kicking the edge of a stool. “Javi, what happened?” He sat on the stool he had just kicked with a huff. “There’s a lot of shit going on outside doll. And there’s not a damn thing any of us can do about it. Narcos, cops, kids, everyone. My informants lie, people around me get killed-” Well, I know a thing about contrition Because I got enough to spare And I’ll be granting your permission ‘Cause you haven’t got a prayer “Javi. You can’t control everything,” you spoke to him gently, resting your hand on his. “We are living in hell and we do what we do to make sure the biggest asshole loses. And for once, the biggest asshole isn’t you.” Javier bit his bottom lip and shook his head, rolling back a deep chuckle. You came closer to stand between his legs, and you squeezed the inside of his thighs. “Come on,” you whispered in his ear, “let’s go have some fun.” Well I said hey, hey hallelujah I’m gonna come on sing the praise And let the spirit come on through you We got innocence for days! When you looked into Javier’s eyes you could see they had darkened, blown out with lust. You didn’t care that it was barely three in the morning, or that you had a pile of paperwork to take care of. Javier Peña was currently putty in your hands, and you always were one to seize opportunity by the balls. Well, I think I’m gonna burn in hell Everybody burn the house right down Javier kicked off his shoes and put his hand in yours, letting you pull him behind you as you briskly walked towards your bedroom. The curtains billowed with the gift of a breeze on this hot Colombian night. When you crossed the threshold you turned around and wrapped your arms behind Javier’s neck, standing up on your tiptoes to plant a soft kiss onto his mouth. Javier eagerly began to kiss you back, flexing a hand on your back while the other grabbed at your ass. He moaned as he deepened the kiss, attempting to part your lips with his tongue. You pulled your head back slightly and whispered, “No, Javi. I think tonight… tonight I call the shots.” You looked up at him and he licked his lips as he nodded, pulling you back to him. You kissed him hard, parting his lips with your tongue, tasting all the parts of his mouth. As he moaned into you, you reached down and undid the button and fly on his pants before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Clothes carelessly being tossed to the side, your thin camisole and shorts followed. When Javier went to grab your ass again he purred “Really? These tiny little panties?” “It’s hot, Javi,” you retorted as you pulled his pants and underwear off. His cock sprang out of his pants, hard and needy. You walked towards him until he backed into the edge of your bed and he sat with a quiet thump. “Now Javi,” you trilled to him, loving how quickly he looked up at you, “you can watch, but you can’t touch.” He sucked in a breath and groaned, but nodded in agreement. “Good,” you smirked as you sunk to your knees in front of him, taking his hard cock in your hand and stroking it gently, just enough to tease. And say, ha What I wanna say Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I’m a bad man Kick me like a stray Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave You licked your lips and looked up at Javier with a smile, enjoying the lust in his eyes and the beads of sweat just beginning to form across his forehead. You kept teasing the head of his cock, red with need, before dipping your head down to gently swirl the tip in your mouth. His hands clenched on the bedding as he moaned out your name. “Please doll,” he breathed out, and you were all too happy to oblige. So many nights he had you begging, always putting up his hard facade. When he came to you today, you got a glimpse of something softer that he hid from the world. S-I-N, I S-I-N S-I-N, I S-I-N S-I-N, I S-I-N S-I-N, I S-I-N You hollowed out your cheeks and began to suck down his length, bobbing your head up and down. With every stroke of your mouth you heard him pant and saw his hands twitch from the corner of your eye. Taking a deep breath in, you slid your mouth all the way down his cock until he was prodding the back of your throat and your nose was buried in his dark curls. He released the most delicious moan and reached out only to grab his own face and fall backwards. The change in his body posture had you gag a little bit, but you shifted to continue deep-throating him if only to continue to hear his husky moans. When you decided you needed a breather, you pulled off his cock and took him in your hand, slowly stroking him. He looked like he was in heaven laying across your bed, one hand over his face, the other fisted in your sheets. “Slide up,” you nudged him, and he quickly scrambled back to lay on the bed completely. You had a devilish grin on your face as you moved to straddle his thigh and continued to stroke his cock, teasing the tip with your thumb. “My God doll, you’re gonna kill me like this,” Javier groaned beneath you. “Thought that’s what you wanted mi amor,” you replied, beginning to grind your soaked pussy on his thigh. “If death is what I deserve, than this is the way I want to go,” he breathed out. You play ring around the ambulance Well like you never gave a care So get the choir boys around you It’s a compliment, I swear And I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down I wanna hear you sing the praise I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down We got innocence for days! You shushed him. “Relax Javi, just relax. Enjoy this, because-” you punctuated your words with a roll of your hips, pulling a moan from you before you continued speaking- “I sure am.” Well, I think I’m gonna burn in hell Everybody burn the house right down You continued to drag your pussy across the hard muscle of Javier’s thigh, savoring the friction of your soaked panties against your clit. The faster you rode his thigh, the faster you stroked his cock, and the louder the two of you became. “You’re breaking my fucking heart baby please, let me touch you,” he begged below you, a new sound that edged you even closer to your release. “Not yet Javi,” you purred. You could get used to his begging. With a few more rolls of your hips you were coming apart, smearing your wetness across his thigh. You stroked his cock hard and fast as you chased your release, coming hard with his name on your lips. “Shit, doll- I, I’m so close, please wanna be in- in you- gonna- you gotta stop I’m gonna,” he pleaded with you and you dropped down in front of him, taking him into your mouth. With two strokes of your mouth he groaned, spilling thick ropes of his hot cum down your throat. You happily swallowed. When you pulled off his cock with a gentle pop, you wiped your thumb under your lip to gather the last remnants of his pleasure before licking the pad of your thumb clean. You looked up at from under your lashes, flashing him your sweetest smile. “Jesus,” he breathed out, panting as he looked at your nearly naked body. You grinned wide at him, ready to let him touch you all he wanted. “Weren’t you saying something about wanting to touch-” And say, ha What I wanna say Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I’m a bad man Kick me like a stray Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Javier was above you, caging you in with him arms. About to make a joke about how he never moves that quickly, he cut you off with a firm kiss, pressing his lips to yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth to taste where he had just painted. You moaned under him and went to grab his cock, already starting to harden again, when he stopped you. “Ah ah doll, you can watch, but you can’t touch.” You looked at him in shock, and he responded with the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen. “And if you don’t listen, I’ll cuff you to this bed.” “You wouldn’t dare use your DEA handcuffs on a CIA agent.” He quirked an eyebrow at you and whispered darkly into your ear, “You have no idea what I would dare to do baby.” And just to piss him off, you grabbed his hair and pulled - “why don’t you show me then.” He growled before kissing you hard, holding the back of your neck and palming your breast. Your hands traced lines down his muscular back and he pulled away with a sigh. Getting off the bed, he walked to your dresser and started twirling your handcuffs around his finger. “Since my DEA handcuffs aren’t good enough for you, it looks like I’m just going to have to use yours.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” Apparently, Javier was full of surprises tonight. He took your wrist and cuffed it before dragging the chain behind the bed frame and cuffing your other wrist. He looked at you and smiled, skin crinkling at the corners of his eyes. “Comfortable?” You better run like the devil ‘Cause they’re never gonna leave you alone! You better hide up in the alley 'Cause they’re never gonna find you a home! And as the blood runs down the walls You see me creepin’ up these halls I’ve been a bad motherfucker Tell your sister I’m another Go! Go! Go! “Remember when I said you’re not the biggest asshole? I think I lied to you.” “Don’t you worry doll,” he whispered across your skin, “I’ll make it up to you.” You huffed in response and he smirked up at you, slowly rolling your nipple between his fingers. He lazily kissed your other breast and then switched again, enjoying your labored breathing. He was taking his time down your body, loving the way you shivered and trilled beneath him. When he finally got to your center, he looked up at you from between your legs and winked before pulling your soaked panties down and tossing them towards his coat. He licked his lips and dropped his head to your cunt, licking up your slit and settling in to suck on your clit. “Javi, h-holy shi-i-t, Jav-i,” you moaned, back arching off the bed. You could feel him smile against you as he pulled moan after moan from your body. When you bucked under him again, Javier held down your hips with his arm and began to tease your entrance with the rough pads of his fingers. “Javi, please, please touch me.” It was your turn to beg and he growled into you before thrusting two of his fingers inside your aching pussy. You could feel him drag his fingers against your walls, continuing to lap at your clit like it was manna from heaven. “You’re so sweet doll,” he murmured. He continue thrusting his hand inside of you, searching out that soft spot he knew would push you over the edge. The handcuffs clanked on the bars of your bed frame as your body thrashed under his careful ministrations. When he curled his fingers inside of you like he was beckoning your orgasm forward, you saw stars. Javier knew your body well, and he kept fucking his fingers into you until you were screaming his name and when you finally came undone beneath him, you felt him smiling again. He drank down your orgasm, enjoying the sweetness. Satisfied that you had finished coming, he hopped off your bed again sauntered to your dresser, finding the keys to the handcuffs. As he walked back he was sucking his fingers, savoring the taste of you. He spun the key in his fingers before releasing your wrists, kissing you softly. “You okay doll?” he whispered, running his nose along your jawline. “More than okay,” you sighed. You pulled another smile out of him, far many more than normal, and he sweetly kissed your wrists. He continued to pepper your upper your upper body in kisses, and you bathed in the unexpected tenderness. When he reached your collar bone he bit down and sucked yet another mark into your flesh. You moaned into him and reached down to stroke his now very hard cock. “Think you have another in you Javi?” He chuckled against you and tweaked one of your nipples. “I know I do.” He pushed you back onto the bed and began kissing and sucking your breasts while giving himself a few hard strokes. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gently hissed as he pushed in. No matter how many times you found yourself under him, his size always caught you by surprise. Fully seated inside your cunt, he felt your walls flex around him and he moaned against your skin. He gently pulled halfway out, and then snapped his hips, slamming into you and drawing out a deep moan of pleasure. “F-fuck Javi you’re s-so big, p-p-please-” And I said, say What I wanna say Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I’m a bad man Kick me like a stray Tell me I’m an angel Take this to my grave “Please d-don’t stop.” He continued to push into you, grunting against your shoulder before biting your soft skin. You could feel the ridges of his cock against you, in absolute bliss as began to suck and bite your neck. Every thrust of his hips was marked with a kiss or bite somewhere else on your chest; you were beginning to look like he was painting the night sky across your body. “You’re so bad Javi, I’m running out of excuses for these hickies,” you whispered into his hair, before giving it a gentle pull. Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man Tell me I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad man “That’s the point baby.” He slipped a hand under your neck and snuck the other around your waist when your back arched for him again. With a swift move you were now straddling him, and you bent to kiss his sweaty forehead. He cupped your face in his hands - “My God are you beautif-” You didn’t let him finish as you rolled your hips, forcing a moan out of his mouth. You smirked at him and he grabbed hold of your waist, helping you to set a heavy pace that had you both panting and groaning each other’s names. You could feel him dragging in and out of you, rubbing against that sweet inner place he knows so well. Every flutter of your tight pussy brought him closer to the edge of his release. You began to become undone first, clenching tightly around his cock. Knowing you were close, Javier thrust his hips deeply under you, reaching that sweet spot with every push and rutting into you at a punishing speed. You clung to him as you moaned through your orgasm, tightening around him and bringing him to his own. He growled as his hips started moving erratically, fucking into you as he filled your pussy with his cum. As he stilled, you carded your hands through his hair, a sweaty mess of brown curls. You pushed your forehead to his and gently kissed him, earning a contented hum. As he began to soften, you rolled off of him and nestled into his side. He kissed the top of your head, and you had to peel yourself away from him to go clean up in the bathroom. When you emerged, Javier tossed you a clean pair of your underwear that you slowly slipped on, watching him put your soiled pair into his jacket pocket. 'Odd,’ you thought. Javier does a lot of things, but sleepovers certainly isn’t one of them. “For later,” he smirked. “Fuck you, Javi.” “Mission accomplished,” he retorted, flopping back down into your bed. “I thought you don’t do sleepovers.” He looked at you and reached his hands out, wiggling his fingers for you to go to him. You did, and you curled back against his chest. “I haven’t been to a brothel since you.” His voice was so quiet against your skin you thought you that you may have been imagining things. Your voice caught in your throat – surprised at the sudden emission that was, in his own way, Javier saying how much he cared about you. You looked up at him and found him smiling, a gentle kind of smile that reached into his eyes. One you weren’t accustomed to. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your own features and you laid your hand on his cheek, giving him a gentle kiss. You hoped the action would convey all the words the two of you just don’t share. As you curled back into him, you closed your eyes and let out a gentle sigh. He stroked your bare back up and down a few times and you relaxed listening to his heartbeat. Just as you were about to fall asleep, your 0500 alarm started blaring. As you groaned, Javier’s heavy laughter filled the room. So get up! So get out! S-I-N, I S-I-N! “You better be planning to buy me a fucking coffee, Javier Peña.“ 

[yet-another-fan-girl9]

Inhuman (7)

Summary: All beings in the universe have a soulmate except for Midgardians. People can hear their soulmate in their heads. For almost five hundred and fifty years, Loki believed that he had no soulmate until 1513 when a Midgardian princess was born. Will fate be kind to them or will the universe tear them apart?

Warnings: violence, language, hella historical inaccuracies (I tried to do research but then got lazy), maybe some AOS spoilers(?)

Word Count: ~3000

A/N: Yes, I know it’s Monday and I’m sorry.

[Upstate New York, May 2024]

What the fuck?

“What the actual fuck? Oh, my God!”

Can you hear me? You thought tentatively.

Yes, Loki’s response came and it felt like a great rainstorm after a long drought. Can you hear me?

You nodded enthusiastically. It had been a long time since you first lost connection with him, but that didn’t stop you from reaching out almost everyday for almost a century. This is fucking insane!

You threw your arms around Loki and he returned the hug.

“So,” you cleared your throat and pulled away. “What— how did this happen?”

“I can only begin to guess the mysteries of soulmates.”

“Should we tell the others?” 

“We don’t have to,” Loki said with a glint in his eyes.

“You are the God of Mischief,” you agreed and the two of you shared a smirk. “Wanna bet on who finds out first?”

“Of course, is there a prize?”

“Satisfaction in knowing you won,” you supplied and Loki nodded in agreement. “It doesn’t count if you tell them yourself, or you lose. I call dibs on Max!”

“Alright, then. I chose Steve.”

“Really? Steve can be very fucking oblivious at times.”

“Fine, my brother.”

“Nope, you can’t change your guess.”

“Mr. Stark is calling a meeting in Conference Room Two,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced.

“Perfect timing. Do you want to have some fun?”

Loki went into the conference room first, talking something about always being last, and sat in the back. You walked in with your group five minutes later and sat a few seats down from him.

Just pretend we’re still angry at each other, you reminded him.

“Where did you go?” Max whispered to you. “Did you have a talk with Loki?” All four of you looked back at Loki who was glaring at you. “I guess it didn’t end well.”

A bit over the top, isn’t it? You raised an eyebrow. You’re usually not that obvious.

Over the top? Please. Loki rolled his eyes. I know what I’m doing.

“So, Capsicle, Thor, and Nat questioned our Kree friend and we got nothing on where they took Mr. Derik and others, most likely,” Tony began and everyone looked to the front. “Does anybody else want to take a chance at cracking him?”

“I guess I will,” you said and shrugged.

“Great! Anyone else?”

“S what you’re basically asking is if anyone else wants to speak with the homicidal alien hell bent on killing me?” Liam crossed his arms and shook his head. “Yeah, it’s a hard fucking no from me.”

Everyone shook their heads too.

You don’t want to talk to him? You glanced over your shoulder to see Loki join in on the head shaking.

“Okay, (Y/N), you’re up.” Steve stood and handed you a piece of paper. “This is a list of questions we’ve been trying to get out of him.”

“Wait, that was it? That was the meeting?”

“Uh, yeah?”

You sighed and looked at the list of questions. “Take me to the prisoner.”

Steve led you from the room. “Don’t you need that?” He pointed at the paper you had left on the table.

“Nah, I got it all right up here,” you said and tapped your temple. “I’ve got a good memory. Part of my Terrigenesis upgrade.”

Can you get the paper for me? You asked Loki.

I thought you had it all in your mind. He replied, but you heard the paper crinkle behind you as he picked it up.

Well, just in case. Also, you’re in my mind so technically it’s in my head.

Steve led you to the lower levels of the compound, past many locked doors and through halls with cameras every few feet. You entered a room that reminded you of the viewing side of an interrogation room. Security monitors covered one wall and a window looked into another room. The room where the Kree was locked up.

“Is he behind glass?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Heavily reinforced glass that we all tried to get out of,” Steve assured you. “Nat couldn’t find some clever way to escape and neither Thor or Tony’s repulsors could leave a scratch. Don’t worry. We wouldn’t put you in any danger.”

You nodded and he unlocked the door for you to go into the other room. The Kree looked up when you walked in, the already present sneer only grew bigger.

“Inhuman scum. You’ve come to try to talk to me too?”

“It seems that I have.” You widened your stance and crossed your arms. “Where are you keeping the Inhumans you’ve captured?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would. That’s why I’m fucking asking.”

Any advice on how to crack a Kree? You asked Loki.

They are very proud but I know that lots of them, especially the Reapers, aren’t the smartest, he responded quickly. If you’re safe, you can try to aggravate him.

“We will crush every single Inhuman abomination.”

“Okay, so then tell me where you’re taking the ones you don’t kill. You know, speed up the process a bit.”

“I will not fall for your tricks. I will not tell you.”

“So you admit the Kree cannot take on the Inhumans?”

“No, I am not saying—”

“Really?” you cut him off. “Cause it really sounds like you’re saying the Kree are too fucking cowardly to take us on.”

“The army will be able to crush you and all life on this miserable rock you call home.”

That piqued your interest, but you managed to keep your face neutral and rolled your eyes.

They’re building an army, you told Loki while, out loud, you said, “Yes, we already knew about your so called ‘army.’ Maybe you actually don’t know shit. They didn’t trust you enough to tell you anything important.”

The Kree rushed up to the glass and started punching it. “I know things. I know Inhumans were a mistake, an imperfection in the Kree’s proud history. I know you cannot beat the Kree and your friends. I know.”

The door opened behind you and you saw Steve dash in.

“I’ve got it under control,” you whispered to him. “I’m fine.”

The supersoldier hesitated before he nodded and eyed the Kree warily while he walked out of the room.

“You should leave too,” the alien slammed his fist against the glass.

“I’m not fucking done with you,” you snapped and turned back around to glare at him. “Just one more question. Where did you get the vibranium for your weapons?”

“Is that what you call it? Why do you need to know?”

“Just curious. Though, you can admit you don’t know your history.”

“We forge our weapons on a foreign planet that has ever growing veins of the metal. Are you finished now?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m done.” 

Steve opened the door for you and you left the Kree in his prison.

“What was that thing he said about fighting your friends?” he asked.

“I don’t know, but it probably has something to do with the Inhumans they took and the army they’re building.”

🌹

The next few days, everyone spent most of their time questioning the Kree prisoner and searching for the location of the captured Inhumans. Of course the Avengers didn’t stop their training, and, of course, all of you had to participate.

“I’m going to put everyone into pairs,” Natasha told the group. “This training is going to help you learn how to fight without your powers. That means no powers during the sparring.” She looked at your friends, Wanda, and Loki who looked like he really didn’t want to be there.

I don’t want to be here. I know how to fight, even without my powers. 

My powers are literally fighting, you pointed out. What does she want me to do? You heard Loki huff in response.

“Izzy and Wanda, Max and Liam, (Y/N) and Loki.”

“Um, not that I’m complaining,” you spoke up. “But why those pairs?”

“Based on your fighting history and experience as well as the fact that I just want to see you beat Loki.”

“Okay, yeah. I’m up for that.” You shrugged and smirked at him.

Everyone moved to their sparring mats. Loki made eye contact with you and you raised an eyebrow.

Confident, are we? he smiled at you.

“Okay, everyone get into your beginning stances and begin whenever you're ready.”

You didn’t hesitate and lunged at Loki. He blocked your first punch and retaliated with a few jabs of his own. You were able to dodge him and move around behind him. He whipped around and ducked in time to miss another punch sent by you. While he was low, he was able to kick your legs out from under you.

Sorry. He smiled down at you and held out his hand to help you back up.

Don’t be sorry. We’re sparring. You took his hand, but instead of standing up, you pulled him to the ground and straddled his waist to keep him down. And I haven’t given up yet.

Fine, you win.

You’re not going to try harder? You cocked your head and stood up.

I don’t want to hurt you. 

Trust me when I say that you won’t.

You went a couple more rounds until you stopped and glared at him.

Stop pulling your punches, I can take it. You crossed your arms.

I don’t want you to be petty later if I hurt you.

I am not petty.

One time your sister spilled some wine on you, you spent a month spilling liquids on her until your mother made you stop.

You remembered that incident. Mary had spilled wine onto one of your favorite dresses. You had never wanted to stab someone in the face before that, but when your mother let her off the hook, you thought a knife in her face would be a wonderful accessory. Somehow, Loki managed to talk you out of it, so you resorted to spilling anything on Mary whenever you could. Your mother had finally intervened when you had dumped a vase’s contents over Mary’s head. Loki had gotten a kick out of it.

Okay, maybe I did. You shrugged.

“Hey,” Nat shouted and drew your attention to her. “Are you guys going to resume sparring or are you going to keep staring into each other's eyes?”

“Oh, um, Loki was going easy on me. I want a new partner.” You took a step back.

“Did you at least knock his ass to the ground?”

“Of course I did. Most rounds ended like that.”

“You can spar with me then.” Nat stepped onto the mat and Loki rolled his eyes and stepped away. Everyone gathered around the mat to watch.

This time Nat attacked first so you were on the defensive. You blocked her rapid hits and kicks. Every once in a while one of you would land a hit, but most times, punches were blocked easily. Nat seemed to have the upperhand for a while until you grabbed her arm the next time she threw a punch. You pulled her forward, trying to catch her off balance, but she used the momentum to push you to the mat.

Your back hit the mat for the second time that day but you rolled out of the way before Nat could pin you down. You stood back up and the two of you were at it once again, constantly alternating between offensive and defensive.

You didn’t notice anyone enter the gym until you heard,

“Who let them spar? It’s never going to end.”

Both you and Nat froze mid punch.

“Hi Steve, what’s up? Got any news?” You looked at him but kept an eye on Nat . 

“Unfortunately, no,” he sighed. “Everyone is free to go now, training should be done.” Max and Liam bolted from the room and Nat relaxed. “(Y/N), can I speak with you?”

You nodded as everyone filtered from the room, Loki giving you one last glance before leaving.

“What’s up, Cap?” You grabbed your water.

“I was wondering how much you’ve thought about the Kree. We haven’t been able to come up with any great plans, so I was curious to see if you have.”

“Yes, I’ve thought of plans, but the one that keeps returning to me is fucking horrible and I might end up having to do it behind everyone’s backs.” You took a sip of water which gave Steve a moment to talk.

“Well now I know it’s dangerous. I can only imagine what crazy plans you can come up with.”

“I can come up with some real batshit crazy ideas. You haven’t seen anything yet. Anyways, first off, before I tell you my plan, I want to remind you that this fight with the fucking Kree is personal. People I know have been taken. Inhumans have been taken and killed. Keep in mind that this plan will only be enacted if things really go to shit. Ready?” Steve nodded and you took a breath. “My plan is to be willingly captured by the Kree. They’ll take me to their lair, or wherever the fuck they’ve been hiding, and I’ll be able to contact you so that you can find me as well as the others who’ve been taken.”

“That’s a horrible plan that can get you killed”

“Again, it’s just a last case scenario thing that will probably not happen.”

“I hope it won’t, but things usually don’t work out for us.”

“I know the feeling.”

🌹

A knock on your door drew your attention away from the book you were reading. You opened the door to find Max.

“Hi, Max.” He entered your room and you closed the door behind him.

“We need to have a mini intervention,” he announced when he took a seat at the desk. “Just you and I.”

“Uh, okay. I don’t know what for, but go ahead.” You climbed back into your bed.

“I’m your best friend, right?”

“Of course you are. Is that what you want to talk about?”

“Just confirming. What, or rather who, I want to talk about is Loki. I think something’s happening between the two of you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“In the gym when our queen Natasha Romanoff paired you two together, I kept my eye on you the whole time.”

“Is that why I saw Liam constantly hand you’re ass to you?”

“Obviously. I can totally take on Liam when you’re not distracting me.” Max cleared his throat. “Let me tell you my hypothesis. You talked to Loki some time after we came back from Assumption and somehow you reforged your telepathic connection.”

“No? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do. Over the past few days, I’ve seen you roll your eyes or smile at random fucking times, seemingly unprompted. During training today, you didn’t talk to each other at all, or so I thought. I saw him knock you down and then I saw you straddle him. On a side note, I know what you were doing.” You rolled your eyes at Max’s comment but let him continue. “That’s when I noticed you, both of you, were making facial expressions, albeit small ones, as if you were having a conversation.”

“I do that?” you asked and fiddled with the blanket. 

“Fuck yeah, you do that. So did you somehow find a way to fix your soulmate telepathic connection? Please tell me. I’m your best friend and won’t tell anyone else.”

“Fine, yes. The soulmate connection has been restored.” Max did a silent fist pump and you rolled your eyes again. “But you really can’t tell anyone. Even Liam, okay? I’m swearing you to secrecy.”

“Okay, alright. I promise I won’t tell anyone. Even Liam when I’m absolutely drunk.”

“Good, thanks. I’ll hold you to that,” You reminded him. “You know, Loki and I actually have a bet going on. Who can figure out the connection first. I won because I bet on you. I knew you knew me too well.”

“A bet? What did you win? Anything good?”

“Satisfaction? Anyways, I’m surprised at how quickly you put everything together. It’s been about less than a week. I honestly thought it would’ve taken three weeks tops.”

“I’m glad you have so much faith in me.”

“I have so much faith in you. Especially compared to Steve.” 

“Loki chose Mr. Captain America? I didn’t know they were friends.”

“Yeah, me neither.” You quickly tried to remember witnessing any time they had interacted. “I suppose Steve is one of the few people Loki calls by first name.” You hopped off of your bed. “I’m going to go find Loki to tell him I won.”

🌹

You made your way to Loki’s room.

Can I come in? you asked the same moment you knocked on his door.

Yes, of course.

You slid the door open and walked in. His room had windows facing west, so the room was painted in orange light. You sat down on the windowsill next to him.

“You seem happy,” Loki observed. “Should I be worried?”

“What? No. I just won the bet.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow. “Max already figured it out?”

“Yep. I had full faith in my best friend. How about round two?” you asked. “If, let’s say, Nat figures it out before Steve, I win again.”

“I have to stick with Steve?” Loki groaned. “He has to be able to find out before Romanoff does. She doesn’t know about soulmate stuff.”

“But she is like the best spy in the whole fucking world. She’ll figure something out.” You smiled and looked out the window. “My window faces east so I don’t get to see stuff like this. You have a beautiful view.”

“Yeah, I do.” Loki’s voice softened.

“I swear if you were looking at me when you said that, I will punch you.” You heard Loki shift and your smile grew larger.

You are beautiful, though. Loki’s voice echoed through your head.

Thanks, you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. The fading light casted shadows throughout the room and for a brief moment, everything was alright.

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[ddixons-angel]

Fated: Season 4

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: I’m gonna sound like such a broken record in my author notes for each chapter of at least half of Season 4, but I am really nervous about these next few chapters >~< I don’t know why, I just feel really insecure about the original idea that happens next.. sighhh please let me know what you think!!

Chapter 3

Letting the dagger fall out of her hands, Gloria runs over to Daryl as he falls from the gunshot. She kneels down next to him, letting him lean back against her. Daryl groans at the pain in his shoulder and Gloria grabs his bag with the bandages they had scavenged earlier. 

“Here, let me.” Gloria says, her voice soft.

She gently moves the collar of his shirt to the side to inspect the wound, relief flooding through her when she sees that it was only a graze to his shoulder. Gloria starts to patch up his wound when Glenn and Maggie run up to them, holding their rifles with worried expressions.

“Hey, you guys okay?” Maggie asks, a little out of breath.

Daryl nods as Gloria finishes up with his injury, “yeah, we’re okay.”

He gets up from the ground with Gloria holding his arm, she’d also picked up his crossbow, refusing to let him hold the weapon when he was hurt. Glenn picks up Gloria’s dagger she had dropped then looks at his pocket watch.

“It’s gonna be 12 soon, we should get going.” he calls out to the rest of them.

The others nod and pick up their bags and start heading back out to where they had parked the car. Glenn opens the trunk to the car and places his bag inside, waiting for the others to do the same with their bags. He slams the trunk closed then hands Gloria her dagger back but not without shooting her a scolding look. Gloria sighs, knowing exactly what this was about then goes to join Daryl in the back seat of the car. Glenn starts the car and the group is silent on the drive back to the prison. Throughout the ride, Glenn keeps glancing in the rearview mirror to Gloria when he isn’t able to hold it in any longer.

“What the hell was that?” Glenn blurts out in Korean, causing all three of the others to look at him, Maggie and Daryl’s faces full of confusion.

“What?” Gloria rolls her eyes as she replies in Korean, annoyed that he’s choosing to do this now.

“I saw you, you were going to stab yourself! What the hell was that?!” Glenn fumes, getting visibly more angry. 

“What choice did I have? They were going to kill him!” Gloria retorts, referring to Daryl.

Maggie looks back and gives Daryl a ‘what do we do’ look and Daryl shifts and shrugs at her as the siblings keep fighting. It didn’t help that they didn’t know what they were even saying so they couldn’t diffuse the situation either. 

“You were gonna kill yourself then, is that it? What if we didn’t come in time to save you, you could be seriously hurt right now!” Glenn yells as he drives. 

“I knew what I was doing!” Gloria yells back, done with this conversation.

“No you didn’t! You were going to kill yourself to save someone else!” he points out, his face turning red.

“And you would have done the exact same for her!” Gloria calls him out, referring to Maggie, knowing it’s true. 

Glenn grips tightly on the steering wheel, fuming from their argument but says nothing else. Sensing that it was the end of their heated discussion, Maggie reaches out and puts her hand on Glenn’s arm, a soft smile on her face wanting to somehow soothe him without words. Gloria turns her attention to Daryl, he’d been looking out the window while chewing on his thumbnail. She sighs at his habit, knowing he only did it when he felt really uncomfortable. She reaches out to him, taking the hand of the thumb he’d been chewing.

“You okay?” Gloria asks in a hushed whisper.

Daryl nods, looking at her, squeezing her hand in reassurance. Glenn waits for Carl to open the gate to the prison before driving onto the premises, towards the building. Once the car is parked, the four of them get out of the car, Glenn and Gloria glaring at each other. 

“You’re not going on anymore runs.” Glenn tells her in English before popping open the trunk and taking a few bags with him into the building.

Gloria, still annoyed and angry at him, rolls her eyes and grabs the remainder of the bags from the trunk, slamming it down to a hard close before following Glenn into the building. Maggie and Daryl share a look of not knowing what to do before they both follow the siblings into their home. 

Hershel greets Glenn with a smile when he sees him walk into the main area outside the cell block but his smile is replaced with a confused frown when he notices Glenn and now Gloria’s expressions. The two had put the bags on one of the tables, both crossing their arms and looking away from each other. Daryl and Maggie make their way into the room, everyone’s attention drawn to the four who had just walked in. 

“Maggie, what happened?” Hershel asks, turning to his daughter as he knows he wouldn’t be getting a proper answer from either sibling. 

“We ran into some thugs on our run and they tried to steal Gloria and Daryl’s things.” Maggie explains.

The story causes Carol to walk up to the group, “are you all okay?”

Daryl nods but Gloria looks at him, guilt written all over her face, “Daryl... got shot.” 

“What?!” Nina pipes up and rushes over to him, “oh my God, are you okay?”

“‘M fine.” Daryl says, backing away from Nina before she can touch him, “was jus’ a graze.”

“Hershel, can you check on him?” Gloria says and adds before Daryl can protest, “I was an emotional mess when I patched him up, I just want to make sure.” 

Daryl sighs at her words, and Hershel nods, both of them understanding, “come with me, Daryl.”

Hershel starts walking first and Daryl hesitates until he catches Gloria’s eyes, giving in when he sees her eyes welling with tears. He walks past her to follow Hershel, but not before giving her a small hug and a kiss on her forehead. The group had turned the infirmary into an actual doctor’s office rather than having Hershel, Gloria or Caleb, a doctor from Woodbury, check on people in their cells. Carol goes up to Gloria and puts a hand on her shoulder for comfort. Gloria forces a small smile for the older woman, nodding at her. 

“So, how did you guys get caught up with the thugs anyway?” Sasha asks, genuinely curious, leaning on the wall.

“We split up to cover more ground, and they ambushed me and Daryl when we were done raiding a pharmacy.” Gloria says, looking down feeling ashamed of being so careless. 

“Daryl wouldn’t get caught off guard like that, it must have been your fault.” Nina says, glaring and pointing at Gloria, “you distracted him.”

“That’s not how Daryl is!” Carol says, frowning at the other girl.

“Really? Then tell me how on every single run Daryl goes on, he comes back perfectly fine but the one time he goes with Gloria, he gets hurt?” Nina counters Carol’s defense. 

Sasha scoffs at her, crossing her arms, “you wanna know why? Because shit happens. It doesn’t matter if it’s his first time going on a run with or without Gloria.” 

“Why are you so adamant on blaming her, anyway?” Carol takes the chance to call Nina out on her actions.

“Because I know that Daryl isn’t careless or reckless, but I can’t say the same about her!” Nina shouts. 

Her words hit Gloria like a brick. She thinks back to when they were scavenging the pharmacy, Daryl had already tried to warn her about hearing something outside but she just brushed him off. If she had listened, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten hurt. 

“She’s right... it was my fault.” Gloria sighs, looking down, not able to face any one of them.

Carol’s eyes soften as she looks at Gloria, “no, it wasn’t.”

“Yes, Carol, it was.” Gloria finally looks up at her, “I... Daryl warned me that he heard something when we were in the pharmacy but I... I didn’t listen...”

Nina hides a smirk as she scoffs, “I don’t think you should go on any more runs, for everyone else’s safety.”

“That’s not for you to decide.” Carol says, eyeing Nina. 

“Glenn already decided that when we got back.” Gloria says in a small voice, making Carol turn her attention to Glenn, looking at him disapprovingly.

“I-I... that’s not what I meant!” Glenn stutters to defend himself. 

Gloria shrugs, trying to play it off, “it doesn’t matter... I should go tend to my shift.” 

Glenn watches helplessly and guiltily as Gloria walks out the building to go to her 'shift' on the fence. They all knew that she didn’t have a shift, when she agreed to go on the run, she’d passed them off to Tyreese. She just wanted to be alone, let out her emotions by killing some walkers. Gloria spends at least an hour killing walkers on the fence when Daryl approaches her. He doesn’t call out to her or anything, he watches for a moment then starts to help her clear out the walkers on the fence. She turns to him when she notices he’s out there with her.

“You shouldn’t be out here, you need to rest.” Gloria holds his forearm, stopping him from moving.

“Told ya, ‘m fine. It’s jus’ a graze anyway, ya saw it.” Daryl says, “‘nd ya shouldn’ be out here either, ya don’ have a shift.”

Gloria sighs and nods, “I know...” 

Daryl places his hand on the one that’s already on his forearm, he hesitates to speak then sighs, “Glenn’s right... I don’ want ya going on runs anymore either.”

There’s a tear at her heart at his words. The realization that Daryl had blamed her for getting hurt weighed heavily on her and there was only one thing she could really do about it. 

“Okay...” Gloria says, looking down and nodding.

Daryl furrows his brows in confusion; acceptance was not one of the reactions he’d expected from her. He expected her to get mad at him like she did with Glenn. He had been dreading an argument with her over the restriction. Her accepting it so easily was not like her, and even though they weren’t yelling at each other, Gloria being so quiet and compliant worried him even more.

“Ya sure you’re okay with not going on runs anymore?” Daryl asks, his thumb caressing her knuckles.

Of course she wasn’t, but she’d caused enough.

“Yeah...” Gloria sighs and forces a smile on her face as she looks up at Daryl, “it’s for the best, right?”

He gently grabs her arm and pulls her towards him, wrapping his arms around her, cradling the back of her head in his hand. Gloria snuggles into his embrace, snaking her arms around his torso. 

“I just want ya safe.” Daryl whispers in her ear.

Gloria just nods, accepting it although she knew he was using her safety as an excuse to comfort her. For the sake of everyone else who went on runs, she wouldn’t go on runs anymore. That’s how she would be able to protect her family, it was the only way she knew she wouldn’t cause any more damage. 

---

Next Chapter

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Also... should I add ‘annoying OC’ to the warnings for Nina? LOL 

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[quotes-of-dreamland]

ok hopefully this doesn’t end in warfare but out of all of the kirby characters, who would you guys date/who would you be most attracted to?

Mod Susie: I’m aroaspec, but i’m love womens... I might have to go with Zan. Pretty thunder lady. I like her voice and I draw her as a human the most. I am NOT a susie kin do not EVEN start I just like her general aesthetic deal, y'know? Flamberge is also a good choice because she's fun and valid (unlike Zan, who is cancelled) and I like the fluffy hair. Just gimme a mage sister I guess!

Mod Taranza: hoo boy. As a person who is polyamorous, panromantic, and has traits they admire in most if not all characters, this is tough. But if I have to narrow it down, I’d say my top four are Meta Knight, Taranza/Morpho, Magolor, and Zan Partizanne. I’ll elaborate on why once I get back into ranking the characters

Mod Gooey: I’m aroace and I don’t do the romance thing, but if you were threatening my life I’d have to go with Claycia. Claycia is a very talented artist (like me :3), has a pleasing colour palette, seems like she’d give great hugs, and her laugh---Have you heard her laugh?

It’s adorable! And (spoilers) Claycia also seems brave, smart, and kind-hearted too, putting herself between Elline and Dark Crafter, and thinking quick when the real villain attempts to make a smooth getaway.

Honourable mentions include that one NPC who yeets Gordos in KDL3, and Taranza.

Mod Lor: So anyone who knows me from the original quotes blog already knows one of my answers is Nova, and I am in denial over that still so I’m not even gonna try to defend myself. So I’ll share my other answer which is Lor(big surprise I know). Sure, she’s a boat and has no canon personality or anything that’s important, BUT: what Kirby character exists that doesn’t require a little bit of headcanon to become fleshed out? And yeah sure Lor needs a lot of headcanons to become what I imagine her to be like, but whatever, I have time and weird taste so that doesn’t matter. What does matter is her objective benefits. Lor can take you just about anywhere, so long as it isn’t indoors. Who hasn’t wanted to go to space before? Lor can let you live that dream. And, for the people like me who don’t like hugs or making eye contact, that problem is irrelevant here. Need a safe environment to exist in for a little while? Lor has you covered. Wanna visit friends that are far away? Distance isn’t a problem when your partner can warp wherever you guys want. And, lastly, it’s free minigames.

Mod Galacta:  i am questioning if i'm aro or ace spec but, uh, i guess it'd be neat to hang out with mk, gk, taranaza, or bandee?  -meta has dad energy and chill vibes when not fighting for your life against him. -galacta knight (at least my version of him) is still very competitive though after spending many years in the crystal prison, only being released to fight rarely, decides to get more non-fighting based hobbies and relax more after getting released. probably be very nice to hang out with when (again) not being challenged to a fight.  -i don't now that much about taranza but he'd probably want to talk about gardening, play games and drink tea? honestly very good friend vibes.  -bandana is just friend shaped and i love them,, they deserves every good thing that comes their way

Mod Ribbon:  i actually had a HUGE crush on Ribbon when I was little, appropriately enough lmao. i'd also have to say MK is very cute/handsome and Dedede is EXTREMELY sexy and they both deserve many kisses. Sectonia is also stunning (bonus for magic and swords and being generally cool) but I don't think I'd ever want to date her because on top of the blindingly obvious caveats I am e x t r e m e l y spheksophobic

[whirlybirbs]

— tenderly feral, iii.

summary: you settle in. things are okay. you’re trying. daryl is, too. together. pairing: daryl dixon x female!reader rating: t for violence, references to murder/assault/loss, s5 spoilers, if that matters. word count: 3.1k a/n: set mid-season 5. i am full feral rn, churning out chapters at the speed of light so these two can just kiss already. again, @thatdamnokie​ made a playlist for this fic. please give it a listen! it’s perfection. anyways here’s daryl dixon having a crush.

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When you wake up, the world is quiet.

The only sound is that of your breathing. You pull open your eyes, still heavy from sleep, and are greeted with the golden rays of the morning sun creeping in through the living room’s windows. The crisp, early breeze kisses the curtains, rippling the fabric like waves in the sea. The sun is warm on your cheeks. Everything is still. Peaceful.

So, for the first time since this all started, you roll over and go back to sleep.

Your knees knock Daryl’s, thigh pressed up against his as you bury yourself into your pillow and slip back under into sleep.

And Daryl watches it all -- watches you nestle into the blanket you’d unceremoniously stolen from him during the night, watches you inhale and exhale and tumble down into your dreams for another few minutes of bliss.

You nudge his hip with yours, content with the shared body heat of the touch.

It’s enough. His skin buzzes at the contact.

He’s not a religious man -- never has been. Merle neither. His pa sure as hell wasn’t, but his ma? Daryl can remember a glimmering golden cross around her neck; he can remember a prayer before dinner, a whispered prayer and before bed. She sure as hell wasn’t anything holy, but Hershel... Hershel had spoke of angels and heaven and all things beautiful in this world.

Daryl figures you’re just about all those things right now.

It’s like a punch in the gut.

✘

You feel stupid.

You look like you belong out there. As Carol changes behind you into an outfit that screams parent-teacher meeting, you huff and shrug on another sweater in hopes of looking less like you’ve just walked in from outside. You’re supposed to be a teacher. You’re supposed to be soft and kind and even-tempered and alive.

You don’t feel like any of those things.

The problem is, it’s set in your cheeks. In your eyes. You can’t shake the outside.

You’re on your third change of clothes when Carol speaks.

“Hey.”

Your hands are shaking from frustration. You drop them to your hips and serve her a miserable look in the mirror.

“Why don’t you wear the blue one?” she says softly, “It looked nice.”

“... I don’t want to do this.”

It blurts out from your lips quicker than you can catch it.

And Carol’s face warps into a look of calculated confusion.

But, before she can console you, you swipe at your eyes and haul on the blue sweater and tug your hair up and away -- the bruises around your neck have faded off into a delicate yellow color. If you squint, they look like nothing more than a smear of dirt.

“You know...” Carol speaks after a few beats of silence, “I don’t think any of us are ready to do this yet.”

You swallow. Your eyes hit your hands and you wring your fingers.

“I wanna try,” you breathe, “But...”

“But it doesn’t feel real.”

“Like it’s a dream,” you rush out, “And when I wake up --”

“None of it will have ever happened?”

Yeah. Something like that.

Carol’s hand touches your arm.

“When you an’ Daryl found me,” you shake your head, eyes fleeting shut as you grapple with the sting of tears, “I was gonna give up, y’know. After all these months of just... running and surviving and... doing what I had to do? I was tired. I was... I was tired of being alone. A-And, now we’re here and we’re alive and I... I slept in a home... A real home...”

“It’s okay,” Carol steps in to sweep her hands along your arms, “It’s okay to be afraid.”

You don’t know how to tell her you’re not. And that’s the worst part.

You don’t feel a damn thing.

✘

You slip onto the porch before Carol, feeling out of place and uncomfortable.

Daryl’s there -- he’s posed on the railing, perched precariously against the beam as he cleans his crossbow and loads and unloads his bolts. He’s not really there, he’s miles away, thinkin’ about things that he has no business thinkin’ about. Being in these walls... He can feel himself going soft. So, his own walls climb higher and higher up. Like armor around his heart.

And then you smile at him and they just... crumble.

It’s not a real smile. It’s tight-lipped and full of anxiety. But, it’s something softer than he’s used to. Your arms are wound tight around yourself, boots toeing the boards of the deck when he speaks up.

“... You look nice.”

Compliments. That’s a thing -- ain’t it? Pretty girls love compliments.

(Daryl wonders, off-handedly, when he started caring what pretty girls thought.)

“Yeah?” you shirk, glancing down at your outfit, “I think I look stupid.”

“Nah,” he croaks, eyes lingering on your face, “You look... good.”

You don’t feel it.

You don’t feel a damn thing.

Daryl sees it.

Carol steps out before you can speak, smile cut into her features at the sight of you both. In recent days, you’ve started to like the older woman -- Daryl’s apparent respect and care for her have gone a long way in your eyes. You relax a bit at her appearance. She looks as... domestic as you do. Her face lights up at the sight of you and Daryl chatting, and she makes a point of quirking a brow his way.

He ignores it.

“Have you showered yet?”

Her hand pats your shoulder, chin jutting as if to say let’s go -- and as you descend the steps, Daryl makes a huffy sound.

“Later.”

“M’ gonna hose you off in your sleep.”

“You look ridiculous, y’know.”

“Ha ha,” Carol chirps, “Shower. At least try to make this work, Daryl.”

He tosses his hand, something playing behind his eyes as he scoffs again.

“Ridiculous!”

You’re laughing a little as you head to the school, and Daryl sees it.

✘

“She’s stronger than you think, y’know.”

Carol scoffs at Daryl’s words. Behind her, Rick’s eyes narrow as he watches the treeline. It’s still early. The morning sun hasn’t hung itself high in the sky yet.

Daryl’s hand are glued to the strap of his crossbow. He grips the black strap tight, knuckles going white. Irritation bites at his nerves, then, boiling at Carol’s sudden motherliness -- she does this sometimes, and he hates it. Merle did shit like that, too. Tried t’ be the daddy he never had. But... Carol’s different. Like a sister. A good sister. She means well.

“She’s afraid,” Carol mutters, “She’s like a deer. Skittish.”

“She ain’t used t’ settling down,” Daryl supplies, “She ain’t weak.”

“Neither are we,” Rick chirps, moving to toe at the blender by the abandoned home on the outskirts of Alexandria’s walls, “And that’s what we need right now. We don’t know if this will work out.”

“We oughta try,” says Carol, “Or... I dunno, make it seem like we are.”

Silence slips between the trio.

“For now, this stays between us,” Rick breathes, “And we try.”

✘

You don’t know about that.

Because after one day of trying and four people asking you if you’d be at Deanna’s dinner party later, you’re about ready to run. You could pack your bag and be outta here in an hour. Forget this sweater and this fuckin’ McGraw-Hill science textbook in your hands.

The kids... there’s about ten of them. In the morning, it’s the younger ones. Later, it’s the older ones. It’s a good system, but as you introduced yourself and the days materials, you couldn’t help but feel like a fraud.

This version of you died months ago.

Daryl is swaggering towards the gates when you break at noon.

You cross paths like two comets in the sky, stopping short before one another without a word.

“How was it?”

“Shit.”

“Huh.”

You shake your head and wave the textbook.

“There’s a dinner party tonight.”

“Fuck that.”

“Right?”

You toe the dirt for a second while Daryl tries to pin the look on your face. He can’t put his thumb on it. Under the high noon sun, you glow with a melancholy sort of aura. Sad. Lonely. Makes his chest ache a little.

You sigh. “You goin’ out?”

“Might as well,” he scoffs, “Ain’t got a job yet.”

“Be careful.”

A smirk. “Me?”

It prompts another one of those tight-lipped smiles you do, the ones that are becoming more frequent. You knock his arm with your fist gently as you pass, rolling your eyes.

“Shut up.”

“Need anything?” he asks as he begins to walk backwards, eyes still stuck to your figure.

“A drink, maybe.”

Daryl snorts. “M’ sure the dinner party will have some, huh.”

“Don’t remind me,” you call over your shoulder, “Have fun, wild child.”

The middle finger tossed your way is affectionate.

✘

Aaron finds him in the woods.

And they find Buttons.

And Daryl realizes he might as well try.

After Beth... it was hard to fuckin’ stomach the idea of trying. It is. Her death still stings like a fresh wound. Besides Rick, besides Carol, Beth was the only other person who’d managed to really know him. To stand him. Daryl, in all his bitterness, ended up being able to call Beth a friend -- they were different people, wildly different, but they’d kept each other sane when things got bleak and when she went missin’... He felt a part of himself go missin’, too. Just like after Merle.

That was for the best, though -- Merle’s death.

He could be Daryl, after that. Not Will Dixon’s son, not Merle Dixon’s baby brother. He could be Daryl Dixon.

And Beth Greene had been a friend to Daryl Dixon.

And you? You’re... you’re getting there.

“Who is she?” Aaron asks on the trek back to the walls.

Daryl blinks a few times at the curly haired man over his shoulder before throwing a scoff into the air. He swings his crossbow over his shoulder.

“Who?” he hoots, trying to seem indifferent, “Boston?”

“... Is that what you call her?”

Daryl shrugs. Aaron chews the inside of his lip. He sees the tense nature that creeps into the trackers posture.

“I heard you saved her,” Aaron asks, careful in his words, “In the city?”

“Almost didn’t,” he grunts, hauling through the brush. He seems to snarl at the memory, “I did, though, and... She’s a good person. Took a gamble, but she’s good. Sometimes y’ gotta trust your gut.”

“Deanna said she was a teacher... Before all this, I mean.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think she wants to do it no more,” Daryl cuts in, “She ain’t... I dunno. None of us are who we used t’ be.”

Aaron falls quiet at that.

“You think you’ll try...?”

As the walls of Alexandria come back into view, Daryl wrings the strap of his crossbow.

“Maybe.”

✘

He does.

And you do, too.

You’re two beers in when you finally decide this dinner party wasn’t worth the threats Michonne and Carol had both hurled at you in an attempt to get you to go -- you tug the cardigan you’d thrown on over your sun-dress tighter around your shoulders as you decide that some air would be best and move to meander towards the front porch.

The sounds from inside sound foreign.

Alive.

And as you step outside, you catch the familiar figure of Daryl Dixon retreating down the street. At the sound of the door closing, he turns around --

And it’s like gettin’ punched in the gut.

He knew you were pretty before but... he knows you’re real pretty now. You’ve got a pretty dress on and your hair is done up in neat braids and you’ve got a necklace on that glimmers in the porch light.

If this was before everything, Daryl is convinced you wouldn’t have even looked his way. Not once. 

Your buzz peaks at the sound of his trademarked scoff. You follow the sound, lazily trudging down the steps and meeting him half-way on the sidewalk.

Something hangs in the air between you both, and your lips turn down in an amused smile. You’re closer now, noticing that he’s finally showered and changed into a nicer shirt. This one has a damn collar for god’s sake. His usual vest, though, still hangs from his shoulders as he eyes the party over your shoulder.

“How was it?” he asks finally, hands jammed in his pockets.

“Shit,” you chirp, noting the parallel from your earlier conversation as you drop your head and offer your half-full beer his way, “Not goin’ in?”

“Fuck that.”

He takes the beer and snags a long sip, tipping it back as you both begin to head back down the block towards the houses Deanna has allotted for the group. The silence is comfortable; between the sounds of your steps the night creeps out into the walls. Crickets and peepers and coyotes and... and if you close your eyes you can pretend everything’s normal again.

And you try.

And then, a voice calls out --

“Hey!”

Both you and Daryl turn, eyes wide.

It’s Aaron -- the lights of his house glow warm behind him. Beside you, Daryl’s face warps in confusion.

“Thought you were goin’ t’ that party over there --”

“Oh, I was never going to go ‘cause of Eric’s ankle,” the man glances up, laughing a little, “Thank god.”

Daryl squints, posture stiff. “Why’d you tell me t’ go then, huh?”

You blink between the two of them. Aaron does the same.

“You tried. It’s... I dunno, it’s the thought that counts.”

Aaron catches the glimmer of understanding the passes over your face.

“Look,” Aaron starts, “Come in. I made spaghetti... It’s... It’s pretty good --”

Blue eyes pass to you. You snag the beer, take a sip, then shrug.

“Don’t look at me.”

“You comin’?” he asks, brows furrowing.

“You’re both more than welcome --”

Your head moves between them both as you swallow, a bit of awe on your face as you realize Daryl’s pinned this on you; it’s a moment of comradery, a moment of ‘going down together’, and... and it’s nice.

So, you shake your head and give a little laugh and gesture for Daryl to lead the way.

And he does.

✘

You’re relatively quiet during dinner -- conversation fleets between Aaron and Eric who supply a hefty portion of noodles and wine. You have to admit it’s nicer than Deanna’s; you don’t feel like you need to smile and wave and maintain an unwavering sense of politeness. Daryl certainly feels the same way and you roll your eyes as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve.

You shove your boot his way under the table. He makes a face. You hand him a napkin and he scoffs with his mouthful of spaghetti.

“M’ good, thanks.”

He proceeds, then, to slurp another pile up and you pull a face.

“Sorry about him,” you mutter towards Aaron and Eric who share surprised looks between the two of you, “He’s part animal--”

The corner of his mouth is pulled upwards as he laughs, hunched over his meal. “Shut up.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

And for the first time, you flash a full smile his way before sipping your wine.

Eric just... sips his drink. Aaron kicks him under the table.

And all is well.

✘

Aaron wants him to recruit.

Your whole world is glowing from the wine buzz when he shows you both the garage, littered with bike parts. Daryl, then, seems to perk up -- he gravitates towards the table full of gears and engine components before taking pause.

It makes you wonder about the question you’d asked him the night before. About who he was before all this. Clearly, all this means something to him. You’re just not sure what.

“I don’t want Eric risking his life anymore --”

“Yeah,” Daryl breathes, “You want me riskin’ mine, right?”

From your spot in the doorway, you feel the bite of anxiety grab at your heartstrings. Eric, beside you, must have noticed, because his hand is careful on your arm. You spare him a tight-lipped smile as Daryl pulls the blanket off the bike and steps back; reminds him of his brother’s bike but... newer. This one isn’t a low-ride. It’s fast. Lean. Mean.

He catches your eyes through the bike’s frame and Aaron’s pose.

“Yeah,” Aaron exhales, “because you know what you’re doing. You’re good out there. And... because you do know the difference between a good person and a bad person.”

Your eyes hit the ground.

“You talked about saving her,” Aaron says, gesturing to you, “And... And -- we need that. Alexandria needs that.”

The air is heavy when Daryl finally speaks. “I got nothin’ else to do.”

You have to laugh, smile creating dimples in your cheeks as Eric mimics the gesture. Daryl winds himself around the bike, waving to Aaron.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll, uh, I’ll get you some rabbits.”

And you can tell Daryl is trying.

✘

The evening is quiet and you and Daryl are shoulder to shoulder on the front steps of the house.

The cigarette in his hands is nearing its end, embers swallowing it whole as ash litters the stoop. Daryl takes one last drag before dropping the butt to the cement and smothering it with the toe of his boot. It dies quick and the smoke that swirls around him is a little dizzying.

You’re still drunk.

He is, too, if he’s being honest. The wine snuck up on him.

You lean back on your elbows, watching him.

“You’re gonna do it, then?”

“What?”

“Recruit,” you say slowly, “For this place.”

“Might as well.”

“So, we’re stayin’?”

“Gonna try.”

He looks back at you and you snort, blinking up at the moon.

“... Alright.”

Daryl nudges your boot with his. “What’s that mean, huh?”

“Nothin’,” you chirp, lolling your head his way, “I’ll have t’ wait by the gates fer you to come back, I guess.”

His heart hammers a little.

“Shut up.”

“M’ serious,” you cry, shoving his arm, “It’s... That... I dunno.”

“What?” he presses, chin jutting as he speaks, “Use yer words, Boston.”

You roll your eyes. “That my nickname now?”

“Always been.”

“Gonna start callin’ you Dipstick,” you mutter, “Cuz you like ‘em so much.”

He laughs at that. “I’m surprised you even know what a damn dipstick is.”

“I know things,” you chirp, “I can check my own oil.”

He leans back, lip quirked. You’re still watching the sky, stray fly-aways escaping your braids. It’s cute. You’re pretty, still, in the glow of his four glasses of wine. Prettier than before. Maybe it’s the moon. Makes you all kinds of starry-eyed.

“Ain’t you somethin’ special.”

He means it.

“I will wait, though, at the gates,” you slur, “Make sure yer okay.”

His eyes narrow. Daryl mimics your posture, leaning back on the top step with his elbows and reclining a bit. You cross your legs at your ankles and sigh, prompting him to press on.

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re th’ only person here I like,” you supply, “Besides... I dunno, the others don’t count. I like ‘em enough but they ain’t my friends.”

Friends.

It’s like a punch in the gut.

“Friends, huh?” he asks quietly, “That what we are?”

You turn your eyes to him and his dart away. “I’d like t’ be.”

“Alright.”

“Friends, then.”

“Yeah.”

For the second time tonight, you look alive.

[ladyfl4me]

A,E,F,G,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R,S,T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z ;o

Okay *cracks knuckles* let’s go! F, M, and S have already been taken from this list, so feel free to send in... B, C, D, or H, I guess. Yeehaw. This is really fucking long.

A: How did you come up with the title to [TMWCIFTC]? -- It started, as many things do, as a bad pun. The novel The Spy who Came In from the Cold was a cold-war spy thriller, about a British spy who goes over to East Germany as an apparent defect, except he’s actually there to spread misinformation and fuck shit up. He falls in love, becomes disillusioned with his superiors, and is shot dead over the corpse of his lover after climbing over to the east side of the wall. Needless to say, this is nowhere close to what happens in TMWCIFTC. I chose it early on because of the literal meaning: there’s a moth(man), he’s coming in from the cold WV weather, boom shaka laka, we have a title. Over time, though, it’s evolved into another meaning. Indrid himself is coming in from an isolated, lonely existence: he’s rejoining the family that cut ties with him, he’s in love, he’s warm and safe. The moth sure did come in from the cold, and hopefully he stays that way.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [TMWCIFTC], what would it be about? -- Hm. Considering my entire TAZ fic career is a tangled hairball of sequels and prequels, I kind of have this base covered. At the moment, TCOS - aka The Children of Sylvain, the sequel to TMWCIFTC - is about three things: a Pine Guard road trip race against time and the feds, the Spanish Sylvan Inquisition That Nobody Expected (least of all Jake and Hollis, who have to set aside their differences and past conflicts to save Kepler - and who knows, maybe they’ll fall in love along the way), and Alexandra the Interpreter getting woke to Sylvan politics and doing what she can from the inside to change them. In other words, it’s going to be a massive sequel that is the finale of the Amnesty alternate universe I’ve created. It’s this series’ Endgame. (That reminds me, I need an actual title for this collection of stories I’m writing. The “Tin Cinematic Universe” doesn’t quite have the ring to it that I’d like.)

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? -- eh, it kind of depends. It’s like a buffering bar on Youtube videos. I outline what I can until I run out of ideas, then start writing, then add outlines to the end, until the outline is complete and I just have to keep writing.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? -- I don’t have one for reading, but for writing, I fucking love structuring chapters around songs. Classical or otherwise, I love music. All my stories play in my head like a movie screen, and I just do my best to describe what I’m seeing in my head with an accompanying score. It’s not so much a guilty pleasure as it is a writing process. Frankly, I don’t think I actually have a guilty pleasure; the act of writing itself is all the happiness I need.

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic]. -- An alternate ending for The Devil Went Down To Georgia would be... interesting. It ended with Boyd-as-Jersey-Devil scaring the pants off some poor broke college kid, who stole his worthless fiddle; then he changed back, and he and Ned went on their merry way to go break into Aubrey’s house and send everything down the drain. If there was one thing that I could change in there, it would be how fast Ned ran. If he ran a little faster, he would have seen the alley; he would have witnessed Boyd turning into the Jersey Devil, or at least turning back into himself; and he’d get a very rude awakening as to what Sylvans are and that his partner (in crime, and everything that mattered) was a fucking cryptid. God, that’d be a fun AU to write. Who knows, I might go do that someday.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with? -- At the moment, the only angsty idea that I’m actually conceptualizing is a Hollis/Jake angsty breakup for TSG. (Spoilers, I guess.) I once wrote a very grimdark ending to TMWCIFTC where everyone fell through the ice and drowned. It wasn’t fun. I’ve also mentally killed off each Amnesty protagonist and NPC in various ways, but I never felt comfortable writing them down. I only write angst with a happy ending because those are the kinds of stories I need to hear.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? -- 9 times out of 10, I just throw it into the void. I write as much as I can in big chunks, and then kind of hope for the best. TMWCIFTC, for example, is a completely unedited, unbetaed vomit draft. I usually do a quick reread of my oneshots to catch grammar and spelling errors, but other than that I just trust myself that it’s fine.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? -- Can I get some kind of resolution for To the Edge of Night? Can I please get some kind of resolution for To the Edge of Night??? I was 14 chapters into that bastard before I a) became a more casual MCU fan and b) discovered TAZ. It was such a niche fic with such a niche structure - LOTR as galactic Asgardian propaganda to cover up Odin’s mistakes - that at some point I lost interest in it. I just saw Endgame though, so now I might get some inspiration for stuff to bastardize.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters? -- Characters. When coming up with character backstories, I can usually find ways to slot their lives together that necessitate a plot. I love character-driven stories, where their actions actually do shit and their words actually mean something, in favor of getting dragged along behind the plot like tin cans behind a car.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?) -- I’m definitely an architect, but in a really messy way. My friends can attest that I do an insane amount of planning for each story - often in their DMs, sorry about that, Fae, Cro, Indy and Aline 😬 - and all that usually ends up in a stream-of-consciousness rant outline on Google Drive. Knowing where the story is going helps me a lot, but the planning I do is definitely just building flower beds in which to sow seeds. Or building a greenhouse. I plan the bare bones of a story, and things get really wild within it, but it does follow a logical plot structure.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations? -- I have a lot of respect for the people who can successfully pull it off, but idk if i’d ever want to do one myself. I get really possessive of my stories and ideas and like to be the one in charge of their execution. That being said, some collabs have produced amazing stories. I don’t mind reading collab fics, but actually being in a collab grates on me more than it should.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence? -- I’m definitely influenced heavily by Neil Gaiman. I read American Gods and Good Omens a lot while I was trying to write TMWCIFTC; not only was it a good brain break, but I was able to pick up a lot of tips on scene pacing, concise yet expressive language, and character interactions. My creative wriitng professors have always told us to read so we know what to steal - not in terms of content, but in execution. 

On the fanfic side, @miamaroo is a huge inspiration for me. I’ve been reading Northern Migration a lot recently, and I love how its canon divergence is so worldshaking and so complex, but is still familiar in nostalgic yet terrifying ways. I read it back in October, went, “Huh, I wanna do something that wild. And if miamaroo can do it then I sure as fuck can too,” and I started planning TMWCIFTC during that one month dead zone the McElroys took last year. Northern Migration is one of the best, most coherent, most stunning, and most incredibly written TAZ Balance AUs I’ve ever read, and if I hadn’t read it, I wouldn’t have been inspired to take the fuckall huge plunge into TMWCIFTC.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist? -- Bed sharing and cuddling, hand kissing, wrist kissing, whump, sympathetic villains. Canon divergent AUs are my absolute favorite things to both read and write. Anything that would turn me into Charlie Kelly slamming his finger on a bulletin board screaming, “CAROL,” is a fic I would give my life for. 

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand? -- Not a fan of a) woobification and b) flat villain characterization, to the point where the story is riding on villain tropes instead of an actual person or plot. Character nuance is always something I look for when I read. I don’t usually get bitter about tropes, though; some stuff, when subverted, works really well. I fully subscribe to don’t like, don’t read, don’t write, which is why I don’t write anything that warrants AO3 content warning tags or an Explicit rating, in favor of focusing on plot. Every author has a reason for what they write and how - be it their level of experience, personal preference, or simply the joy of writing something and getting it out there - and I respect that. Within reason, of course.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much. -- 

@miamaroo, for reasons I’ve already discussed. My favorite TAZ Balance author hands down. Read Northern Migration and give it the love it deserves, or I’m replacing all the faucets in your house with silly straws.

@transagentstern. Fae has a bunch of absolutely incredible fics and an amazing grasp on characterization. We come from the same place with AUs, in that canon is but the bare planks on which we put the drywall of our plot an characterization. They structure AUs and character backstories from the ground up in believable and emotionally raw ways. Also they have great music taste. I especially like their interpretation of Indrid in Moth to the Flame; he, like all the other characters in the story, is far from perfect, and his character arc is explored in relatable ways that I love to read. 

@keplersheetz. Aline - theneonpineapple on AO3 - researches like a motherfucker and has a wealth of knowledge/experience/viewpoints to draw on, making author-author interactions with her an absolute delight. She’s also doing the lord’s work with rarepairs. Spin a wheel, find a ship, and she’s probably written for it or at least conceptualized it. Reading her character studies and stories of the old Pine Guard - aka Mama’s original crew, before the current PCs joined - is always a delight. I’ve also hashed out a lot of details for The Children of Sylvain, especially for Mr. Boyd Mosche, guilt-wracked Jersey Devil extraordinaire, with her help. 

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? -- Not gonna lie, I’m fine with a lot of stuff that’s out there right now. It’s been a hot few months since I’ve actually stopped to read fic, but from what I recall, most of the fics I’ve read have done a good job of keeping things intact.

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones? -- The vaguer, the better. With really specific prompts, it usually feels as if the story’s been written for me already; with vague, general prompts, I have more agency to explore my own ideas. Some accompanying detail is usually nice, though. For example, the coffee shop/college/flower shop AUs that @transagentstern​ wrote are my ideal prompt for drabbles: premise, a little bit of open-ended detail, clear explanation of what’s going to happen while leaving the rest up to the imagination. Good stuff. If it’s for a long-form piece, though, I prefer full agency, or even just some time to lie facedown in the dirt and wait for an idea to strike me.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer. -- Yes.

Y: A character you want to protect. -- Tim.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate? -- I do read lots of major character death, yeah, though not always for TAZ. There’s something cathartic about seeing a character die, but sometimes it sits wrong with me in ways that I don’t like. As for writing, I’d rather kill a character for a reason rather than for shock value/for the Feels, though said Feels can accompany the reason. 

[priintaniere]

hey can u explain what you like about kuroyaku? is it just cause they fight a lot? i guess i just don't get it.

I’m gonna redirect you to the kuroyaku ship manifesto and if you still aren’t convinced (or you’re just bored and want to read me rambling), let me write you a shortish 2K words argument so buckle up, you’re in for a long ride :‘D

SO, first of all, if you don’t read the manga, I can see why you don’t get it because I never considered the pair until THE CHAPTER. chapter 200, aka, the kuroyaku backstory.

Needless to say SPOILERS AHEAD FOR HQ!! MANGA FROM CHAPTER 199 AND ONWARD

kuroyaku don’t “just fight a lot”, while yes, their relationship started as an intense rivalry with ridiculous bickering over everything, they came to acknowledge one another after they realized they had the same goal: going to the nationals. and you can’t pretend to go to the nationals by yourself, you go to nationals with your teammates

thus, kuroyaku went from rivals to teammates and to teammates to friends over the years c: in their 3rd years, they still bicker but they also have a deep mutual despect for one another. they’re classmates, teammates AND friends with this rivalry/desire to beat the other/to bring out the best in the other

I don’t think I need to repeat all the things the kryk ship manifesto post pointed out :’D

canon facts about kuroyaku:

- they’re in the same class (college prep class, both are nerds)

and i just want to point out that yaku went from not knowing the fck kuroo was talking about

to actually using kuroo’s own game against him :’D (explanations on the terms)

- they hang out outside of school and share food!!!!

LOOK AT THESE TWO OFFICIAL ARTS OF THEM ON A FOOD DATE (possibly badmouthing/gossiping about daishou hehehehhehee)

the fact that yaku is reaching for the food kuroo is mindlessly offering him, warms my heart  (which reminds me that my friend wrote a fic based on the headcanon that yaku never shares anything while kuroo always share with him :D PLEASE READ IT)

yeah i don’t care that it’s a sketch from the short novel and art for anime merch, it’s canon in my heart

- kuroo calls yaku, “yakkun”! kuroo gives nicknames to pretty much everyone but “yakkun”????? ISN’T IS CUTE (he also calls him “paisen” and “demon senpai” haha)

- yaku actually laughs at kuroo’s terrible humor

- yaku doesn’t let anyone talk shit about kuroo

so yeah, i see a lot of potential for a romantic relationship or a simply purely platonic friendship, they have really good chemistry and balance one another imo!

to quote the kryk ship manifesto:

tl;dr:

they started as rivals, then became teammates and friends

they do fight a lot but that’s not what they only do /squints @ anon/ (rather than ‘fighting’, i prefer to say that they bicker, i like the playful banter they have going on, it looks really casual and fun, like they share inner jokes!!! NERDS JOKES!!!! that make everyone around them wonder what language they are speaking (spoiler alert: they speak the language of love, HAHAH”)

they aren’t afraid to be blunt with each another

their personalities balance one another, they have good chemistry  

they check the ennemies to friends (to lovers) trope that i love so dearly :’)

fandom + fancontent helped a lot to make me fall into this rabbit hole rarepair

having people to talk about kryk helped a lot to keep me into this rabbit hole rarepair

I HAVE A VERY LONG LIST OF HEADCANONS OKAY

BONUS random mangacaps that i liked:

(idc that we get this x10 at all the nekoma matches and that it doesn’t mean anything)

canon compliant fics/relationship studies that might help you understand better the appeal of this ship:

the little bits and pieces of this world by noyabeans

silver and gold by dicaeopolis (go beyond their HS years but still good)

more personal fav just because (will not include M/E rated fic or AUs in this post but feel free to hmu if you want recs, I have plently):

i really don’t want to know by bishounen_curious

counterbalance by qingting (The Legend of Korra AU / okay i lied but listen, you don’t even have to know tlok, the characterization and the complicity they share are A+++++)

In the Words of a Poet by cowaiicrossing (post-grad / fic in progress but I couldn’t resist)

Store bought by villager_bxx (fluffy post-grad)

http://scissorsandglitter.tumblr.com/post/163373022268/for-rielity-prompt-one-falling-asleep-with

I could go on forever and ever about kryk but i’ll stop there! as always, feel free to hmu if you wanna gush abt kryk c:

i hope you understand better why I ship them? and if you don’t, it’s alright, i had fun writing this post anyway hehe

[gothambatsnews]

[Podcast Ep 3: Haunted Hot Spots]

TW: Mentions of suicide. Please read at your own risk.

[“Spoiler Alert!” theme song plays, there’s some side conversation that fades in.]

[Stephanie:] “...So then what was I supposed to do, stand there? Come on, you and I both know that’s bullsh-”

[Dick:] [Clears his throat.] “Steph? We’re on.”

[Stephanie:] “Huh? Oh, right right, sorry. Hello Gotham High School! I'm your host, Stephanie Brown and you're listening to Spoiler Alert! I’m here today - well actually tonight, with my co-host Dick Grayson. Hey Dick!”

[Dick:] “Hi Steph!” [It sounds obvious he’s smiling.] “What do we have in store for our lovely listeners, babe?”

[Stephanie:] [Snorts.] “Are you flirting with me?”

[Dick:] “Wouldn’t you like that, huh?”

[Stephanie:] [Gagging noises] “Gross. Babs, do you hear him? Anyways, tonight, we actually have a special episode because we’ll be talking about the three most haunted spots here in our very own Gotham City as a little celebration for Halloween month.”

[Dick:] “Ah yes! Sit tight, grab your little teddy bears, drink your agua and we’ll get right on it. Steph, would you like to start us off?”

[Paper shuffling, screaming in the background.]

[Stephanie:] “Don’t mind that, that’s just Damian and Tim having fun. But I would gladly start us off. So the first one on our list is Sionis Steel Mill. By the way, in no way are we telling you guys to go to these places, they are dangerous.”

[Dick:] “And very off-limits. Please don’t break the law.”

[Stephanie:] “Also a trigger warning for you guys. There are gonna be mentions of suicide in this episode, so if you don’t wanna hear any of them, I’d advise you to stop. So the steel mill was a factory located in the South Bank of Gotham. Had loading docks, it was surrounded by water and you could get there by a bridge. It ran in 1879 and employed lots of people.”

[Dick:] “So you could say it was lively, it had plenty of employees to keep it running. Was it successful?”

[Stephanie:] “Yes, it was.”

[Dick:] “So then why was it shut down? I mean, yeah of course we all know why, it was a spooky story told from elementary school, but for those who don’t know the story? Could you say what happened?”

[Stephanie:] “Of course. So from 1879, it was up and running and it was doing well up until in 1986 when the infamous Sionis Incident occurred. On a fine Gotham sunny day- which honestly isn’t saying much- there was a school who had their field trip there. And while they were given the tour of the place, five students decided they wanted to sneak away from the group. They thought the place would be fun to explore, but it wasn’t until they snuck into the boiling room. One of the boys fell into the big tub with the melted metal, pretty sure there’s a name for that, and died. There were horrible screams, leading the others to panic as they couldn’t save him.”

[Dick:] “Jeez. So then what? Did they call for help or something?”

[Steph:] “Sources say they were trying to find their way back to the group, but then they got lost. At some point, they were found dead in the cooling systems of the mill. This tragic accident forced Sionis to shut down his steel mill, being sued by the parents. He lost all his money with that, and some say he committed suicide in his office.”

[Dick:] “Apparently he’s haunting the place too, like as a kind of protector? Trying to prevent more deaths, though, not really successful. There’s 37 or 38 disappearances reported since the mill had been closed, depending on the sources. But he’s not the dangerous one, obviously. It has been said that the group of teenagers appear to separate people.”

[Stephanie:] “Oooh right right. It’s said that they look really friendly, but all they do is to try to lure people to their inevitable deaths.”

[Dick:] “There shouldn’t be any worry, actually, as Sionis, before dying, nailed the boiling and cooling parts shut, but… well, up to 38 disappearances, like Dick said. It’s not something you can take lightly”

[Stephanie:] “But according to our sources, several people who made it out alive say that you can tell when it’s them. They’re way too friendly, and they usually appear at the same time as the engines start … Well, the sound of the engines starting.”

[Dick:] “And when the teenagers appear, they always appear as the boys who want to show you what they found or the girls needing help to move something. But it’s always the same, to death.”

[Stephanie:] “So this is a warning to you guys, we don’t know whether or not it’s true, but we advise against visiting the place. We don’t need anymore people disappearing. What’s next on the list, Dick?”

[Dick:] “The second most haunted spot in Gotham is…” [Drums his fingers near the mic] “... THE SUTHERLAND MANSION!”

[Stephanie:] [Whispers screams and lightly applauds] “Ahh, ooohhh, spooky. Tell me, what makes it so haunted?”

[Dick:] “Well, you know, it’s that colonial style house in Old Gotham. It’s quite far from the center, so you can’t take the trolley to go there, you either have to walk or take a taxi. But it’s 200 years old, and it has a history quite tragic.”

[Stephanie:] “Then again, all the haunted spots have a tragic history. I don’t think there’s anything you can think up of that has a happy ending, now is there?”

[Dick:] “...No. You’re right.. Wait, what about- Ah, no, nevermind. There was the kid and-”

[Stephanie:] [Snorts] “You thought about the house with the ghost dog, didn’t you?”

[Dick:] “I did, listen I have yet to encounter the ghost dog. I really wanna see a ghost good boy.”

[Stephanie:] [laughs] “Don’t we all. Anyways, Matthew, married his wife Emily and they were very well off. Matthew’s father owned a mining company that was passed down to him when his father died. The house was finished in 1803 and they moved in around the same time Emily gave birth to their first kid, Loraine. Must be nice.”

[Dick:] “What, having a kid?”

[Stephanie:] “No, being better off. I, too, would like something to be handed down and I would become instantly rich. That or I get a nice farm in a far off island.”

[Dick:] [Chuckles] “A surprise grandfather gifting it to you when he dies?”

[Stephanie:] “Exactly!”

[Dick:] “Heh. Anyway, two years later, she gave birth to John, their baby boy, but he dies two months later because of an illness and Emily, out of grief, later kills herself by hanging.”

[Stephanie:] “So much for a happy life” [There’s an obnoxious noise of a candy wrapper being opened]

[Dick:] “Steph, we’re on air!”

[Stephanie:] “And I’m hungry! The students can understand that, can’t they?”

[Dick:] “Okay but we’re in the middle of a sad, tragic story and is that really the appropriate time to eat M&Ms?”

[Stephanie:] “...No. Sorry.” [Candy wrapper noises.] “Okay, there, put away, please, continue. So then what happened to uhhh, what’s his name? Matthew? And Loraine?

[Dick:] “Well, Matthew turned to alcohol to cope. He hired two nannies to take care of Loraine. Apparently though, they abused her because, well, if your employer’s too busy to pay attention to whatever you do and you’re still getting paid, stuff’s gonna go down, right?” [Stephanie:] “Right. Sheesh, and they just abuse her? He didn’t know?”

[Dick:] “I would assume not. Because Loraine actually ends up killing them at age 13. And a few years later, she disappears entirely. And her father wouldn’t find her body until three months later in a well. Finding himself alone, with everyone he cared for and loved dead, Matthew shoots himself on the head with a gun.”

[Stephanie:] “Jeez… I got a question. How do we know about the nannies abusing Loraine?”

[Dick:] “We actually have several journals left both by Loraine, and by a friend of the family, talking about the nannies and the tragedies the family encountered. That and how the mining company failed when Matthew turned to alcohol.”

[Stephanie:] [Candy wrapping noises] “Hmm, ok. So I got the list of the most important phenomenons here… Let me check...” [paper shuffling noises] “Here. And don’t say anything, we’re not in the middle of death and stuff anymore, can I just have my M&Ms?”

[Dick:] “Yeah, yeah. Sharing is caring, Steph.” [More wrapper crinkly noises] “Thaaank you. What do we have today, chief?” [Sound of candy being bitten]

[Stephanie:] [Snorts] “What’s this, an ASMR now? But.. Yeah, right. Let’s start with Matthew. Last to leave, first to be discussed. Apparently harmless, he’s said to wander in the kitchen and the study, and he got the gunshot visible in the back of his head, thought the face apparently would be intact.”

[Dick:] “Harmless? Just wandering?”

[Stephanie:] “Like he’s lost. That or he’s welcoming. A bit sad. Next, sometimes you can see Emily’s corpse hanging where the chandelier would have been, in the main staircase. On the seventh step of the stairs, some people say they can feel something on their neck, maybe like the knot in the rope Emily used before jumping to her death.”

[Dick:] “While talking about harmless, it has been reported that the keys of the piano on the second floor can be seen playing without anyone being nearby to actually play. Emily liked to play, it has been confirmed by the letters. And John’s cries can be heard in the nursery.”

[Stephanie:] “Wasn’t he stillborn though?”

[Dick:] “No no, died of an illness. Not stillborn.”

[Stephanie:] “Can stillborn baby ghosts cry?”

[Dick:] “I don’t know. I’m not an expert, it’s more Tim’s thing.”

[Stephanie:] “Tim, who we would like to thank, he did most of the research for us with his Paranormal Investigation club. Thanks guys!”

[Dick:] “Yeah, thanks a lot!”

[Tim:] [Faint in the background] “You’re welcome!”

[Dick snorts.]

[Stephanie:] “But there aren’t only harmless manifestations. The nannies roam the halls in the second floor in search for Loraine, or pretty much anyone around 13 to kill. That being said, there’s an older Loraine that follows tall brown haired women that look like her nannies. There’s the usual voices and evil laughter every once in a while, but those the nannies are the most creepy ones, especially since they would sometimes run right through unfortunate trespassers.”

[Dick:] “Thaaaaaaat’s… Yeah. I don’t want to go there actually.”

[Stephanie:] “What? You don’t wanna hear Emily play some badass piano? So the last spot we’re gonna be talking about today is arguably the most haunted place in Gotham: Arkham Asylum.”

[Cliche organ music playing.]

[Dick:] “Is that why you had your phone nearby? You were getting ready to play that?”

[Stephanie:] “For effect! And yes, I was. It adds to the creepiness, okay?”

[Dick:] “Oh yes. I’m terrified.”

[Stephanie:] “Shut up. But yeah, Arkham Asylum. Can you feel my excitement, Dick?”

[Dick:] “Yeah, you’re shaking my hand, stop that. Folks, we’ve got a treat for you all because we’re actually broadcasting from inside the asylum! Don’t ask how we got in.”

[Stephanie:] “For that, we’d like to thank Jason. Without him, we wouldn’t be here.”

[Jason:] [In the background] “You make me sound like I’m your dad.”

[Stephanie:] “That’s cause you are, Da-”

[Jason:] [In the background] “Not another step closer, Steph.”

[Stephanie laughs.]

[Dick:] “Gross. But let’s get right on it, shall we? We don’t have much time left anyway.

[Stephanie:] “Right, yes. Let’s dive in.”

[Dick:] “The asylum was thought to be haunted since the big fire that happened in 1957.”

[Stephanie:] “A lot of inmates died, right?”

[Dick:] “Yeah, and-” [Loud shouting in the background.] “DAMIAN, STOP CHASING TIM” [Dick’s voice sounds like he’s turned away from the mic. Damian being vaguely heard in the background.] “I said no! You go back home right away if you keep doing that, let him chase ghosts.”

[A faint groan from Damian. Then, some silence]

[Stephanie:] “Yeaaaaaaaaah ok so, for the ones who don’t know about Arkham, it has four aisles, three floors and a basement. Right?”

[Dick:] “Hm? Ah, yeah, yes. Erm… The Northeast one, don’t go there. Not that it’s the most haunted or anything, but the floors are ready to collapse and we wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt. But despite our best advice to NOT go, some of you will… like how we’re here… We’re not the best role models. But just don’t go in the Northeast aisle, seriously.”

[Stephanie:] “The fire occurred in the Southeast aisle, where smoke can still be smelled. You can also often hear the screams of the trapped inmates.”

[Dick:] “There are several places in the asylum where an architect can be seen, angry and carrying an axe, he’s kinda hostile. And when it isn’t him, it’s the worker, beheaded by him, who tries to warn the visitors. The worker also doesn’t have his hands anymore, so that’s another characteristic. Those two are from the time the asylum was built, around 1900.”

[Stephanie:] “Amadeus Arkham built it for his mother, Elizabeth? That’s what Tim said. She’s thought to haunt the library, in the recreational area. According to some sources, Amadeus ends up killing her, while others say she died from an illness.”

[Dick:] “Arkham is said to be most haunted because unlike the last two we mentioned, this place actually spikes up in activity in the month of October. We’ve already got some audio recordings of screams you can hear here as well as footsteps.”

[Stephanie:] “Which we will post on our Twitter. Give us a follow, @spoileralert.”

[Dick:] “Continuing on. The recreational area is in the Northwest aisle with the kitchen and dining room. Not much to see there but it’s the fastest way to the Solarium” [There’s neon and glitter in his voice when he says ‘solarium’]

[Stephanie:] “YESS! That’s where we’ll go as soon as we’ll be done with this podcast because, let me tell you, lovely listeners, it’s been said that there’s a super secret room under the solarium.”

[Tim] [In the background:] “I could go with Jay and Damian while you finish and-”

[Dick:] “NO! We’re all in this together, Steph and I wanna be there for when it’ll be discovered!”

[Tim:] “Ok ok fine, sheeeeesh.”

[Dick:] “We have no real idea what’s in there, but several documents Tim found indicate a mysterious sect in the asylum, so maybe their headquarters?”

[Stephanie:] “Or a ritual chamber! Maybe they worshipped Outer Gods!”

[Dick:] “Steph, it isn’t Lovecraft, despite what Tim says, Cthulhu doesn’t exist.”

[Tim:] “Actually, Cthulhu isn’t an Outer God but a Great Old One. Just sayin’.”

[Dick:] “Not the point, Tim. But Steph, I highly doubt it’ll be that exciting.”

[Stephanie:] “Oh don’t be a party killer like your father.”

[Dick:] “I’M NOT LIKE-” [Deep breath to calm down.] “Erm. Sorry. Anyway. I think that’s all we had to say about Arkham Asylum for now?”

[Stephanie:] “Yep. We’re also gonna be doing a seance in the secret room if it ever turns out that I was right about the ritual chamber.”

[Dick:] “Oooor if it ever exists.”

[Stephanie:] “If it doesn’t, we’ll just do a seance somewhere else.”

[Damian behind:] “On Drake’s dead body.”

[Tim:] [On the side.] “I’m finally gonna die??”

[Dick:] “NO STOP THAT. No one’s gonna die!”

[Damian:] “Tt.”

[Stephanie:] “I guess that’s all we have for you today. Tonight. Whatever. Any last words?”

[There’s a bit of shuffling with the mic on Dick’s side.] [Jason:] “Yeah, go follow my instagram, my handle is @jaybirdtodd. Like my recent picture, fam.”

[Stephanie:] “Oh my god.”

[Dick:] “Is that the one of you shirtless?”

[Jason:] [At the back.] “Abso-fuckin-lutely.” [Sound of fingers snapping. Most likely finger guns.]

[Stephanie:] “Okay we’ll cut here. This has been Stephanie Brown.

[Dick:] “And Dick Grayson. Featuring Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, and Jason Todd. As always-”

[Stephanie:] “Love and sparkles.”

[End of Episode 3.]

[shemakesmeforget]

15 fics under 1K kudos

We all know how tempting is to sort fics by kudos, so I'm doing that lol I hope you all enjoy this underrated gems. I might do a part 2, I'm definitely posting a list for wips tomorrow (these are all completed fics btw). I have some moodboards coming, but for now you can check here and for other fic recs here. Okay, let's go!

How to Surprise Your Fiancé With Pork: An Honest Walkthrough by Viktor Nikiforov by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities (@orchids-and-fictional-cities)

Canonverse, Rated T, 5K 

The thing with Viktor is that once he’s set his mind on something, there is a very very minuscule chance of him not following through on said thing. 

He wants to do something for Yuuri: partly as a Valentine’s Day gift, partly as a prelude to Worlds, and partly ‘just because’. It’s somewhere between dwelling on the abstract thought of Yuuri’s hunger as a competitor, and watching the younger skater on Facetime with his mother back home, that an idea starts to form.. 

-- 

This is how Katsuki Yuuri, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the fire of his loins et cetera, ad infinitum, finds Viktor when he walks into the door: standing precariously with one foot on a barstool and the other on top of his counter, frantically fanning at his smoke detector with a magazine. 

• This is hilarious, sweet Viktor... he tries so so hard (also I relate to this more than I would like lol)

voices carry by spookyfoot (@spookyfoot)

Canonverse, Rated T, 4K

God Chris is loud, Victor thinks, half of his glass of vodka sloshing onto the floor as another rhythmic thump sounds against the shared wall between his and Chris’ rooms. Would the hotel allow him to change rooms so late at night? He could probably manage it no problem, but his toiletries are spread all over the bathroom and by the time he packs those up Chris and his…guest should be finished.

He’ll have to wait it out.

A moan floats through the wall. Victor’s not sure if it’s approving his plan or warning him to give up while he still can.

He pours himself some more vodka.

“Fill me up,” Chris's Fuck Buddy (CFB) says.

Oh god. Victor takes a long pull of vodka from his glass.

For once, Chris is quiet enough that Victor can’t hear anything beyond a murmur. And he thinks that’s that until—

“Fuck a baby into me,” Chris’ bedmate moans.

Victor chokes on his drink.

_____ 

Meet cute by way of pregnancy kink 

• *heavy breathing* seriously?? You're giving us Yuuri doing the walk of shame and YUUCHRIS??? beware I laughed so hard I cried, so much secondhand embarrassment.

Lay Your Head by kiaronna (@kiaronna)

Canonverse, Rated G, 2K

By the time they end up sharing a bed, they’ve already slept next to each other everywhere else.  

• I LOVE this trope so much omg, you’re in for a treat A DELIGHT.

overture for two (me & you) by oh_fudgecakes (@asideoftrashplease)

Canonverse, Rated E, 21K

Plagued by his poor performance at the GPF, Yuuri’s disastrous free at Japanese Nationals ends not just in eleventh-place, but deals him with a lasting injury, resulting in him retiring before the events of the show. He becomes a commentator, determined to move on from his uneventful skating career. Yet, a series of chance meetings with a smitten Viktor and his own yearning for the ice keeps drawing him back to competitive figure skating. 

In which everything's different, but it all ends the same anyway. 

• Commentor!Yuuri owns me lol (all Yuuris own me), a great balance between angst and humor.

Lead Me To You by luni

Canonverse, Rated E, 68K

Victor Nikiforov, Russia’s living legend of figure skating, is forced to take most part of the season off because of a rather serious injury. A comeback, no matter how exciting or unexpected, is never easy- especially when the person who is supposed to help Victor through most of it is none other than Katsuki Yuuri, former ace of Japan, now retired.

• Role reversal!! Coach Yuuri!!!! angsty af but oh dear they're crazy for each other. 

Ode To Apollo 13 by cerebella (@badkisser)

Space AU, Rated E, 66K

Yuuri Katsuki has his first and only breakup, and reacts the only way he knows how: board a starship and live out the rest of his life in outer space, millions of light years from the home planet he loves. 

It doesn't work.

• Getting back together is a trope I really enjoy, also friends with benefits *praying hands emoji *  Particularly I like the flashback to their school days and, if you squint, you have some sweet yuuchris too <3 

were stars to burn by xylophones (@xyloophones)

Space AU, Rated T, 7K

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

“I’ll call,” Viktor promises, “I’ll write, I’ll send holo videos, I’ll–– I’ll–– I’ll––”

He doesn’t say “I’ll stay if you ask” but he thinks it. He thinks about asking Yuuri to wait for him.

He won’t.

(But he thinks about it: Yuuri, pointing up at the night sky and saying “there’s the love of my life, among the planets, among the streaks of light above us.”) 

• I dont wanna say I cried like a baby because that would be insulting to babies. So sad and beautiful.

Follow Me Down the Milky Way by Skowronek and voxofthevoid (@kaja-skowronek and @voxofthevoid)

Space AU, Rated E, 17K

When decorated space officer Viktor Nikiforov is sent on a mission to bring down an infamous smuggler, he does not expect to be swept off his feet by a pole dancer as mysterious as he is deadly.

Yuuri Katsuki simply tries to make the galaxy a better place with as little collateral damage as possible, but that's easier said than done when a fleet commander's son sneaks into his ship and a pretty officer with a thigh fetish is after his head and dick both.

• BAMF!Yuuri <3 finally Yuuri's thighs get the appreciation and love they deserve. Very sweet and funny!

quantum entanglement by minsyah (@pockybugi)

College/Coffee Shop AU, Rated T, 17K

For some reason, the man—Viktor—sits in front of him, silver hair flouncing as he settles comfortably into the chair, introducing himself as Yuuri’s new math tutor with an easy smile.

And Yuuri, 25 years old with a Ph.D. in Applied Mathematics…doesn’t correct him.

(Viktor mistakes Yuuri for a high school student struggling with Geometry. Yuuri’s too awkward to figure out how to tell him otherwise.)

• I'm still laughing so hard. The ultimate meet cute! Yuuri is a dork, my sweet child.

Can you, not? by shereadsthestars

College AU, Rated M, 7K

"Stop moving," Yuuri hisses.

"I'm not moving," Viktor hisses right back, causing Yuuri to roll his eyes.

"Yes, you are," he says, adjusting himself to the best of his ability so as to accommodate Viktor's incessant shifting. "Or I wouldn't have told you not to."

"Whatever," Viktor breathes, then, without missing a beat, "Go out with me."

"No." 

• Viktor is so in love, Yuuri tries very hard to not fall in love but everything works out in the end. Cute angst? cute angst!

faking in secret by DefiantDreams (@gia-comeatme)

College AU, Rated T, 14K

It gets kind of difficult when you’re simultaneously fake dating and dating in secret at the same time.

Yuuri and Viktor make it work—until they don’t. 

• FAKE SECRET DATING GOOD GOD. This Yuuri omg!!!! oblivious heartbreakek to the max. Adorable and hilarious.

Foresight, not just foreplay by myoue (@cofferi)

Roommates AU, Rated M, 6K

There’s no way I could have casual sex, Victor says, I’d fall in love immediately. 

• Friends with benefits is my weakness and oh?? This fic???? I adore how they dance around each other. Just wonderful!

life with the dull bits cut out by thishasbeencary (@yoyoplisetsky)

Actors AU, Rated T, 9K

Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katuski have been best friends since acting school. Viktor got his big break early, and brought Yuuri on to every exciting event and premier in his career. As Yuuri's career takes off, he does the same with Viktor. They do everything together, and act like they've known each other for their entire lives.

Their fans think they're in love.

(Spoilers: They are.)

• This fic literally made me cry at work, friends to lovers is my favorite trope ever and mutual pining AND OMG THIS IS SO CUTE I WANNA CRY AGAIN, amazing.

The Viktor Nikiforov Affair by YankingAwry (@rvancoogler)

Heist AU, Rated T, 13K

Viktor tries wooing Yuuri. Yuuri will not be wooed. And then there's the small matter of Viktor being a Russian master criminal art thief extraordinaire, Yuuri being the Interpol agent assigned to handle him, and the imminent theft of a hundred million dollar painting.

There's tension throughout the whole fic, Yuuri tries do hard and Viktor tries the hardest.

• The fic I didn’t know I needed BUT I DID, such a good read! this Viktor must be one of my faves, hands down. 

Comes Love by Multiple_Universes (@witharthurkirkland)

Burlesque AU, Rated M, 46K

People in the audience would crane their necks to watch Yuuri sit and calmly sip his drink. He’d raise the glass to his lips and down its contents slowly, as if the gold liquid was honey and not champagne. Or he’d get a cocktail and drink it through a straw in a way that would make the men around him break out into a cold sweat. Then he’d cross his legs and recline in his seat and it didn’t matter what was happening on the stage: every eye in the room was on him. The regulars often said that no one could cross their legs like Eros did.

That night he sat in his usual spot and watched the stage with unseeing eyes. Two weeks of someone leaving a bouquet of roses would make anyone curious. He’d always find them in the same spot. There were always seven of them. And they always came without a note. But Yuuri knew they were all from the same person.

A Burlesque AU with Yuuri as a performer and Victor as his admirer.

• Are you ready to experience the best visuals of your existence? *fans self* This Yuuri is just too powerful, def too much to handle (praying for Viktor). Strip and fluff is now my new religion. It was angsty at times but overall it was very sexy and cute, so lovely.

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House MD season 2

30 second episode recaps from someone whos just watched em for the first time and has bad recall

Ep1: they gotta cure the death row dude so he can go back to death row to b killed, cameron is Bad at telling ppl they're dying, house n Wilson had lunch with the coma guy, they cured death row man, also they changed the theme and I hate it Ep2: House has hayfever lmao, this cancer girl with hallucinations is honestly just the coolest she's so positive I love her, shes nine and got chase to kiss her hero,, house an Wilson have a shared balcony amazing, Wilson is so good and pure and is amazing at his job holy shit I love this man. House actually 'temporarily killed' the patient to cure her and made people run drills on a dead man. House is 400% going to buy a motorbike Ep3: i prayed for Cuddy's handyman to fall off her roof past the window and then god answered my prayers and he did, house broke into Cuddy's house mainly to look at her underwear lbr and then won the 'can we chop off his arm' argument, house secretly speaks spanish and waited for the most dramatic moment to reveal this, they gate crashed a cock fight (ayy) and saved the patient Ep4: the patient is a doctor with an ego ((according to house lmao pot, kettle)) who wanted to sit in on the diagnostic process and honestly is actually full of himself,, house puts him on a tippy table and cranks it up, foreman made a patient cry except he was pretending to be house lmao house got in shit,, Cameron needs to stop please, can the patient get his head out his arse please. house gatecrashes the press conference that the patient called and managed to put him into cardiac arrest on live television and eventually cured him of everything cept bein a knob Ep5: Wilson's handwriting is such doctor handwriting and house definitely bought a motorbike and made Wilson pay for it he's so pleased with himself. The kid keeps getting electrocuted but like,, by his own body. House is avoiding his parents but Cameron n Wilson aren't letting him get away with it. I love house n Wilson's friendship so much it's worth 5k apparently lmao. These patients are fukin serial liars jc why are ppl like this, it was rADIATION wow houses dad is a fucking DICK. There were so many good interactions and the house/wilson ship is sailing Ep6: there was a cyclist who took a LOT of drugs which turned out to be curing him of the thing he had, house is a douchebag but we all knew that - he may b a dick to mark but m sure mark deserves it n I love him anyway. Wilson remains a sweet boy even if he cheats idgaf he's adorable look at him ((wilson: i net someone who made me feel funny, me: was it hOUSE)),, he n house are balcony buddies and house shud stop stealing his food, and he should definitely stop digging thru stacys life but actually fuck it why not he's not gunna let go of this why is she so pissy i wanna know Ep7: I love houses new pet rat Steve McQueen,, Wilson is 4000% done with houses Stacy related antics which is fair tbh he should stop but I actually don't give much of a shit about Stacy I've taken against her....he did deserve what she said after reading her file tho. The patient may have given Cameron aids and Cameron got high and slept with Chase, who she may have given aids lmao these ppl r messes but not as much of a mess as that father/son relationship jc...i dont remember anything else about the patient whoops Ep8: chase is being suuuueeeeddd and he keeps lying about why lmao,, house fuckin reamed him one which was probably called for but maybe not like that, turns out chase screwed up cus his dad died and foreman is houses boss ((supervisor)) now how well do u think that's gunna work (((not very))) Stacy's still a bitch and has ~~feelings~~ Ep9: foreman is in charge and house is doing his utmost best to be the dick of the year and it's fucking hilarious honestly I love this man the shit he pulls jc,,, Wilson is super aware of houses antics as usual and had a mild gay panic when foreman started to question him about house,, the patient was a big ol Faker™ but surprise surprise she was actually sick this time ((house totally injected her with a load of stuff so she’d b readmitted after they’s released her)) Ep10: house solved a case thru the phone alone and spent most of the ep at the airport except for those five minutes when he almost slept with Stacy who once had a terrible experience with curry apparently and called house a vindaloo, nice restraint very well timed phone call thank fuck,,, they will sleep together tho and I am Not Happy about it....the power play amongst the fellows is a boiling pot of trouble - the patient was v interesting I enjoyed the word scramble game Ep12: WHAT A GOOD FUCKIN EP so the patient orgasmed in the white chamber while unconscious and covered in burns but more importantly house gatecrashed the lecture of his old archenemy that he had arranged just so he could disturb it and criticise the dude who got him thrown out of med school for snitchin on his cheating all whilst Wilson told him to get better hobbies (('a hooker anything please')),, to test this dudes migraine meds he gave deliberately himself a migraine and the meds didn't work (unsurprising) so the fellows turned out all the lights while he had a nap under the table,, wilson took a diff approach and deliberately made a Lot of noise because he is a Shit even if he hides it better than house,,,, then house dropped a tab of acid and took a bunch of antidepressants, and cured his migraine as well as the patient Ep13: houses leg was super duper sore but at least we got some fantastic house/wilson interaction when wilson pretended to be God during that MRI, even if house hit him with a cane.... The patient was a teen supermodel who seduced her own father to get whatever she wanted,, house was super sure she had cancer and it turns out she did but it was testicular because she had xy chromosomes and was immune to testosterone - which was really fucking interesting...... Also cuddy played house like a violin and gave him placebo saline instead of a morphine shot to prove to him that his leg pain was psychological Ep14: House is stealing organs now. Ok so technically he did get the husband's permission to steal his newly dead wife’s heart for the dying old dude with a strangely young daughter but only after he kneed house in the balls super hard. House spent the whole ep goin on at wilson about the affair he thought he was having and at the end wilson showed up on houses doorstep but sURPRIse !! It was his wife who was sleeping around!! poor baby Wilson I know what goes around comes around but he's such a kicked puppy cmon Ep15: Wilson and house living together is a recipe for disaster and I'm living for it so good so many good interactions I love that house is gunna keep him for his food ((I'll never b over house hearing the voicemail about Wilson's new place, looking over at him sleeping on the couch and then deleting it so he has to stay)). The patient had a super cool marriage and didn't have lupus except whoops actually not a happy marriage his wife is tryna kill him thru gold poisoning. House needs to stop accosting ppl in bathrooms and should also stop destroying marriages Ep16: oh man good shit so,, first of all house n Wilson are still living together and there are some Domestic Antics happening right here including but not limited to a prank war which house desperately tried to get Wilson to participate in, the peak of which had house making Wilson wet the couch and Wilson sabotaging houses cane. The patients mum was ridiculously overprotective and house essentially kidnapped the patient to find the tick noone else thought was there,, surprisingly Wilson helped set that up despite the fact house was the reason he woke up wet that morning Ep17: first things first house could absolutely clean everyone out at poker if he knows Cuddy's tells that well through just a phonecall,, also he needs to stop calling Wilson out on his toenail varnish habits lmao. The patient was a smol boy who presented the same symptoms as an unsolved and dead case that house had 12 yrs ago so he really wasn't gunna let this one go cus he's like a dog with a bone. They were in formal wear all ep which was a Good Look™ and Wilson's retelling of how he won the poker championship may have been one of the cutest things I have ever seen Ep18: Emma from Glee is here and she has the black plague,, her gf decided to donate her liver n Cameron was all het up cus house had worked out plague girl was gunna leave her and sending the gf in blind would be ~~unethical~~ but turns out she knew and deliberately did that so Emma would stay with her out of guilt lmao. In other news Cameron's pissy cus foreman 'stole' her article and house spent most of the episode napping cus wilson is fuckin up his sleep cycle ;) I'm upset there was no physical wilson Ep19: the most annoying patient so far appears in the form of a 15 yr old faith healer with herpes. I feel like the degree to which unrelenting niceness irritates me rly says something about me but eh oh well. Chase (ofc it was chase) kept a tally on who was winning God or house, faith healer managed to shrink a womans cancer tumour through giving her herpes (((a miracle praise be))) and during poker night house called wilson out on sleeping with said cancer patient and discovered wilson was actually living with her whoops bad Wilson ((he totally regrets his life choices ((he should)))) Ep20: HOLY SHIT ITS A TWOPARTER AND FOREMANS GUNNA DIE !! Ok so,,, there was this cop who couldn't stop laughing till he could but then it got a lot worse and then foreman caught whatever it was which they began to realise when he smirked as house shot a corpse to see what a bullet in a brain would do to an MRI ((spoilers it broke the machine)) anyway long story short it wasnt the pigeons and the cops dead and foreman is gunna die even after that shitdick move he pulled where he stabbed Cameron with a needle so she'd go to the apartment Ep21: HOO BOY OK SO a lot happened so much happened the most important thing is foreman by the end of the ep is mostly kind of ok - he's just a bit muddled on his lefts n rights. During the ep house was stressed the entire time cus even tho he denys it he does love n care for his ducklings,, he even cares enough to deliberately attempt to poison Steve McQueen which didn't work but can be added to the list of stressful events. Cameron grew a spine a lil bit I literally yelled when she berated cuddy and she forced the biopsy cus foreman had the foresight (ayyyyy) to make her his medical proxy even if house managed to find the problem anyway so it was ultimately unnecessary and has just resulted in some possible brain damage Ep22: house keeps trying to pick a fight with foreman and failing because Foreman's all happy go lucky now, the patient was mad because of a thing and killed her baby accidentally on purpose, the music that played during the baby autopsy was super unnecessary and bizzare, and in the end the woman had cancer but she's refusing treatment cus of the baby guilt. Cuddy didn't have cancer, which we know because Wilson ((WILSON NOT HOUSE)) stole her dna and ran secret tests in the middle of the night, but it still wasn't a date Wilson despite what house said about skin lessions she was actually just going to attempt to use u as a sperm donor - have fun at the L-word marathon with house you big sad loser (I love u) Ep23: we meet an old house friend which is Super fun he is ridiculously naive and I love that he calls house g-man holy shit. House is now giving cuddy injections as part of a fertility treatment which is nice of him especially seeing as his leg was in a Lot of pain this ep,, like a LOT...he's self-injecting morphine now which is probably bad :/ house's friend's daughter was the patient at one point she pooped out her mouth gRoSs and house ran a paternity test n told the girl she was actually the dudes daughter ((except he was lYINg in support of his friend)) he does care Ep24: HOUSE GOT SHOT WHAT IS IT WITH THIS TEAM SUFFERING RN JC this was a very fun episode of 'guess when house is hallucinating', spoilers the answer is all the time the whole ep takes place in his head. That aside I absolutely loved the hospital gown/trainer combo (no I won't apologize) and the fact that house did almost none of his physio - instead relegating it to others which is....not how it works. The hallucinatory clinic patient was freaky deaky his eye exploded and so did his dick but dw cus to escape the hallucination house killed him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what can u do. At the end house woke up n requested ketamine we'll see how that goes

Season 1