#but john doesn't actually show up in this one at all so it's only kinda?

[azriona]

Fic: Found Family

Rating: General

Length: 725 words

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Rosie Watson

The front door to 221 slammed once, and then again, as if whoever had slammed it hadn’t felt it particularly satisfying on the first go. The third slam, Sherlock opened his eyes on the couch, where he lay with his bare feet on the armrest and his hands steepled on his chest. The footsteps that stormed up the stairs were light, feet clad in school shoes, and stopping to kick every third step with an enraged mutter that Sherlock couldn’t quite hear. The door to 221b opened right on time, and the fury that caused the drama whirled through the sitting room and into the kitchen, where she threw her schoolbag on a chair and went straight to the fridge for a glass of milk. Sherlock watched, and waited. Sure enough, Rosie sat heavily at the kitchen table, with such a look of anger and disgust on her face, that Sherlock cut his estimate by a full minute. He was off by sixteen seconds. “Niamh Bradley is a bloody cow.” Sherlock raised an eyebrow, and kept waiting. “I need a signature.” Sherlock raised one hand, palm up, waiting. Rosie slumped in her chair and drank her milk, ankles curled around the chair’s legs. When she was finished, she set the glass down on the table—not a slam, too well-taught by Mrs. Hudson—and rummaged in her schoolbag, before pulling out the Project.

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[doctormead]

DP x DC prompt: Beekeeper Danny

Ooookay, Danny has moved to Gotham for <insert reason here> and is faced with a problem. Yes, Gotham has higher levels of ambient ectoplasm than your average city, but it's nowhere near those of Amity Park who has a goddamn artificial hell mouth smack in the center of it. Also, the ectoplasm which IS there is contaminated with some nasty shit that makes Danny feel ill when he takes too much of it in. Having his friends back in Amity Park ship him flasks of pure ecto on the sly is difficult to say the least, so he starts thinking about ways to both concentrate and purify Gotham's ecto so he's not one shipment interruption from being in really bad shape.

He get's his solution from Sam. On his bi-weekly video call with her and Tucker, she gets to ranting about bee conservation. Tucker makes a joking comment about honey being basically bee vomit, and Sam tears into him saying "That is a gross oversimplification at best and outright bee-slander at worst!" This perks Danny's curiosity, so he looks up the biological process by which bees turn nectar into honey...and he's found his answer. Blob ghosts are basically the filter feeders of the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms. If he can get a bunch of them to behave kinda like honey bees, his ecto supply should be assured.

It works...a bit too well...

Now Danny has a swarm of glowing green honey bees that are roughly the size of carpenter bees buzzing happily about him. Their queen is roughly the size of a large hummingbird. He heaves a weary sigh and starts looking up how to ACTUALLY keep bees and making skips out of ghost-friendly material for them to build their hive in on top of his apartment building.

But, won't Danny get complaints from his neighbors? Here's the kicker. Unless you are a 1) ghost, 2) halfa, 3) wearing specialized Fenton Ecto-Visual Goggles or 4) a mage, you cannot see, hear or feel the bees! They're buzzing around Gotham happily, slurping up the ecto to take back to the hive for processing. And they slurp it up from EVERYWHERE...including certain people.

Jason Todd is slightly confused but not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Over the last few months, the Pit Rage has been decreasing gradually. He doesn't think much about it until he shows up at the BatCave for an all hands meeting that has been called because John Constantine needed to brief them on something...only for Con-job to take one look at Red Hood and shout that he's "COVERED IN FUCKING BEES!!!"

[henrycangelbaby]

Thinking about John Price and his cute little assistant (reader) who ends up pregnant. 

A/N: Guys i was inspired while scrolling on the john price x reader tag, this legit came to me as a vision and now i have to write it (I plan on expanding on this idea so just stay with me!!!!)

Imagine being John Price's cute little assistant, just the sweetest little thing that John is kinda obsessed with. Like don't get me wrong she is amazing at her job, smart, put together and well organized and John does feel that her addition has been a positive one, taking some pressure off his shoulders and making sure his team is always prepared for whatever they are doing. She is very good at what she does, but that doesn’t stop John from admiring her. He knows he shouldn't be bit, he can't help it, she's young and sweet and a little bit innocent and he just wants to protect and love her all the time. 

In the beginning she was shy, only addressing him as sir and knocking on his door hesitantly whenever she needed to speak to him but gradually their boundaries became less and less. More often than not she works out of his office, whether he’s there or not, he insists on buying her an early lunch when she lets slip that she didn't have breakfast that morning. He has even picked her up from a night out once or twice, a little bit tipsy and calling the most trusted person she can think of that just happened to be her boss. He takes care of her as well, helping her get her makeup and clothes off before tucking her into her bed with a bottle of water and pain killers for the morning. He doesn't mention it when he sees her next, knowing how embarrassed she will be when he tells her the loneliness her tipsy self admitted. 

When she starts to get sick John is having absolutely none of it, driving her home and ordering her to take some time off (he even visits later that night to bring her some soup for her stomach). He doesn't expect her to look so sad when she comes back supposedly better from her “flu”, he doesn't expect to see her eyes shine with tears when he asks “what's wrong babygirl?”.  He sits them down on the couch in his office together, putting an arm over her and pulling her close for comfort. He certainly does not expect her to look up at him with those shiny wet eyes and admit she did something bad before crying that she's pregnant. It’s news to John who never even considered that his girl would be dating (let alone sleeping with) people. When he vocalizes this and she admits that her baby daddy isn't a very good guy, it's over for John. 

Suddenly he's all over her, promising to be there for her, that she can come to him whenever she needs. And he actually means it. Suddenly she’s staying in the spare bedroom in his house, not only does it have more room but John can keep an eye on her. She entirely moves into his office working on his desk with him, he gets her a comfy chair so she can be supported in the later months. He gets up to hold her hair back when she has morning sickness and ensures she gets enough nutritious food each day. When she starts showing, oh my god John doesn't know what to do with himself. That little bump peaking out of her tight skirts makes him foam at the mouth. Of course he prioritizes her comfort, insisting she change shoes and stop wearing those uncomfortable looking heels, but he keeps her in her formal work attire for just a little longer, just so he can see her cute tummy poking out of it. 

Speaking of her bump. He simply can't resist putting his hand on it. He feels so protective over it, best believe he goes feral if anyone tries to touch it. Hell all but breaks loose when his precious baby looks up at him with teary eyes telling him how uncomfortable she was when some rando put their hand on her stomach, (someone definitely lost their job that day). He eventually has her sitting in his lap, cooing over her and reassuring her that they won't get in trouble, that really he is the big boss anyways. He just loves having her there, perched on top of him he rests his head on her shoulder both arms coming around to cradle her now bigger bump. 

John mandates maternity leave when she starts getting big, maybe around seven months when she spends a lot of her time complaining about back aches and swollen ankles, of course he does what he can to help her but it gets to the point where he knows that she should be resting. He has to basically forcibly put her on leave, reassuring her panics about money by promising to take care of her. And oh boy does he. He gives her foot massages and holds her belly, when she starts outgrowing her clothes best believe he would hand over any of his so she can fit in them more comfortably. He's just all over her, unable to stomach the fact that soon she will have a real live baby. That baby is about to become the most protected baby in the entire world.

That's all I have for now because I fear if I begin rambling about the rest of the 141 neither of us might make it out alive. (just know this baby is going to be so damn spoiled it’s crazy). 

[dailydoseoffanfics]

Part 3 with the self-aware but buttt the reader saves the survivors from the killers or the opposite idk you choose ( I recommend the first one)

- bobby

All of the survivors would feel relieved in some type of ways. Like yeah, almost all of them were scared SHITLESS when each of them were the last survivor standing and they were getting chased by a killer, but if you managed to make the survivors live? Congratulations, you've earned all of these survivor's respect (I think so....personally).

Noob would be the MOST relieved. Poor guy thought that they would die fr and was secretly pleading for you to make them survive in their mind. And if Noob DID survive? Bro felt like they were gonna collapse out of relief. Oh and they look up to you. Looks like you got an admirer now! (Maybe you're not so bad after all..... Noob thinks in their mind.)

When you play more rounds after that, for a moment, you could've sworn that Noob flashed you a nervous smile at your screen....

Oh you're going to feed into Two Time's theory about you being a deity. And yeah, even if their health was below 20, Two Time doesn't give two flying fucks if they got injured, they survived, and all of this was your doing! (....Well, they might've cared a little bit earlier. You see, while Noob pleads for you, Two Time is on THEIR KNEES, HANDS CLASPED, PRAYING THAT YOU DON'T FUMBLE AND YOU MAKE THEM SURVIVE IN THEIR MIND.) So, Two Time survived, and now they're thinking that you're their guardian angel or something LMAO

When you play more rounds after that, you might see Two Time's tail wag a little, despite Two Time having the straightest face known to mankind.... (Two Time hopes that you didn't notice it.) (You did though.)

Since Chance thinks that the rounds are just taking risks and views them as challenges, I don't think they would be relieved that much. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE ISN'T GRATEFUL FOR IT, Chance is actually glad about it, and he thinks you got skills if you managed to make him survive. Guess he's right after all, you're not a bad person at all.

And when you play more rounds after that, the expression is hidden by Chance's sunglasses, but you feel like Chance winked at you. Smug bastard.

Elliot just feels like drowning in his bed right now. Gosh, that chase with Jason was EXHAUSTING, but thanks to you, he survived! Somewhere in his mind, his brain is trying to reason himself that you could be doing this to take advantage of his trust, but Elliot does NOT care. He wants you to play as him more now 🤑🤑🤑

Honestly, I think he would show his appreciation by waving at your screen with his silly smile whenever a new round starts, an emote that you did not click on. You think it's cute though, too bad you don't know how to show your appreciation back.

Shedletsky wishes that he can duel with you in a swordfight. (As in like just a friendly fight.) Even if you never hold an actual sword, Shedletsky wants to see what you got. Because not only do you seem like a good person, you're also seem to be skilled at surviving! Shedletsky thought he would be roasted chicken for dinner! But you made him survive! Mannnn, you're going to make Shedletsky have MORE questions about you, and like the other survivors, wants to know more about you.

I had a random thought. Y'know about how when you're with your friends and all of you guys got drinks, you guys clink each drinks together and say "cheers"? Yeah, Shedletsky would do that, but with his fried chicken instead, as he gives you a proud smile.... regardless if you have a drink beside you or not. You definitely felt yourself gaining aura points.

Builderman doesn't fear killers that much (including Shed and Guest...), but even then, he's grateful that he survived thanks to your help. Gosh, that John Doe was madder than a wet hen! NGL, I feel like bro would kinda just accept his fate, but he's shocked when he actually survive, quickly turning to gratefulness....and then skepticism. You've got skills, he'll give you for that, but that doesn't mean he still won't keep an eye on you.

Before that, Builderman doesn't really show his appreciation that much since he was pretty skeptical of you, but after you saved him....well, he's still skeptical, but he's starting to show his appreciation. He does it by giving you a grin everytime you finish a dispenser or sentry.

Guest 1337 would be pretty similar to Builderman....being shocked at first, and quickly being grateful, and now back to skepticism. But the only difference is that he's more.... welcoming, I guess? As in like, he feels more confident in your skills now.

When new rounds start, you noticed that everytime Guest looks at your screen, he's more.... soft? As in, his gaze softens everytime he looks at your screen and you even caught him giving you a warm smile once. This gesture would be present the more successful blocks, charges or punches you have. Like he's proud of you.

007n7 just wants this nightmare to end. His mood right now is like you just walked on a desert for 3 days straight with no water. Genuinely grateful for your help cuz without you, he definitely would've died by the killer. 007n7 does NOT want to experience his torso getting stabbed for the 104756th time.

So how does he show his appreciation? I feel like he would just say a quiet "thank you" when he survives. That's all i got :broken_heart:

(HOLY SHITTTT I'M FINALLY DONE )

[dammit-tazmuir]

Bad AtN wedding pitch:

It's Griddlehark. But specifically it's the betrothal of the Holy Saint Harrowhark the First to Crown Prince Kiriona Gaia the First and no one asked Harrow about this.

Basically John and Kiriona got sad-drunk one night and she got tired of hearing him bitch about his dead exes and started bitching about Harrow and he went ??? wait Harrow should still be alive. Wait were you two like that? Oh. Ohhhh. Oh yeah I mean we can arrange that. No it's fine arranging marriages is a normal nobility thing anyway but I really get the impression she likes you more than you think. Also I can totally play wingman. Kid listen we can make this work.

Kiriona wasn't entirely sure about all that but she was drunk off her ass and wound up spiraling into all the things Harrow ordered her to do her whole life so like??? honestly it's only FAIR that Gideon I mean Kiriona gets to make decisions sometimes too. Yeah! Yeah like. Okay no she wouldn't force anything but she might beg and pressure just a wee little bit, c'mooooon, surely marrying the invincible and mega hot prince of the whole empire is better than some frozen bimbo. Besides that's like, kinda her dad's frozen bimbo, that'd be weird right?? John is 10,000% on board with this and Kiriona keeps getting the impression he might be more into the idea of Harrow as a daughter-in-law than just in having a daughter but like, WHATEVER it's fine.

Thing is Harrow 100% does want to marry Gideon, and on a personal level still very much does have a soft spot for John in spite of everything, but she?? doesn't??? want to inherit the empire??? She's been starting to realize maybe we don't need an empire actually.

So basically they drag her to this not-quite-shotgun-wedding and she's fully on board with this marriage and this family, but only if they can talk about gradually dismantling and replacing the old system, and John absolutely is not willing to do that, and Gideon takes it personally because of course she does. >:( Seriously Harrow??? They got the venue all perfect and you wanna call it off just because of that? OH I SEE HOW IT IS. So when dad's ruining everything for everyone for like a billion years he's your unquestioned God but when I show up you don't trust me even a liiiiittle bit to soften him up AND you turn on him too, OKAY—

[felassan]

Snippets. 🐺💜 DA:TV spoilers under cut.

When the Community Council played the game, in the working version they played, it sounds like when the 'no dying' mode was turned on, when the player's health gets low the screen turns red (but you don't then die, of course) [source]

Caitie of Ghildirthalen shared that everyone that she talked to from the Community Council really liked the gameplay. "They were all into it, none of us had any complaints about how they were doing the gameplay, we all thought it was solid" [source]

The Lighthouse isn't literally an actual lighthouse by the sea. It's in the Crossroads. It's "like a bubble in the Crossroads, kind of like what Morrigan brings you to" in DA:I. "It's its own little bubble, it's not actually the Crossroads, it's like its own little bubble of reality." "It's not really in the Fade, but it kinda is, but it's kinda not". "It's so cool, I loved it so much [...] it's very comfy". It used to belong to Solas and "as you walk around there, you will see, like, stuff, that kinda shows what Solas has been up to for the past couple years" [source]

"They say in the [Game Informer cover] article that [The Lighthouse] like looks gaudy, and stuff, and like it does, in like an ancient elven way, but it's not like going to grandma's house which has that 2005 Tuscan kitchen feel." It sounds like there are a lot of frescos made by Solas in there. "It's kind of like, sad, too, 'cause it's a little bit like, ancient elven bachelor pad that he's been too busy to really keep up with it". "I think it's the coolest hub [in a DA game] by far" [source]

After the gameplay reveal video, Solas essentially gets trapped in the new prison he was trying to build for Ghil and Elgar'nan. "I don't think they explain it well in the [GI cover] article what happens, like, lore-wise, like how this connection between Solas and Rook one, works, and then two, like, how it's done. [...] From that [Community Council participation and talking to devs], I have a better understanding of this link, and I do think the explanation given [in-game] is good, and is satisfying to me. They're just not explaining it well in the article, I do think they give a better reason in the game"[source]

Caitie shared that she doesn't know why marketing for the game keeps saying/trying to say that Rook isn't a Chosen One as a talking point. "Maybe [Rook] wasn't chosen, [they] just happened to be there, but now there is a connection there, like [they] can't just leave, [they] have that strange Solas connection that nobody else has". "In this game Rook was just at the wrong place at the wrong time, or right place right time, depending on how you look at it, and it could have been anyone in that scene, that's kind've what they're trying to say" [source]

Photomode is something the devs expressed to Community Council that they want to include in the game [source]

User: "many of us would love to see cosplay kits again of the new companions. Just thought to throw that out into the ether" Trick: "Agreed! Definitely bring that up to official BioWare accounts. I think it's a great idea." [source]

John: "at this point my brain is about 70% DATV and 30% everything else" [source]

User: "I keep looking at that horn [Taash's blue one], thinking: 1. What -is- it made of?" Karin Weekes-West: "If only we knew!" [source] User: "If this turns out to be some high-value gemstone or crafting mat, I can't promise I'll be able to suppress certain... larcenous urges." Karin: "How very Lords of Fortune of you! :D <3 It really is SO PRETTY, isn’t it? Our art team is so good. :)" [source]

User: "I need to know if Rook gets their own room CAN WE DECORATE" Carly: ":^)" [source]

User: "anyway they [Neve and Harding] are both in this concept art. next to each other even. this has to mean they are both alive after the prologue. right? right???" Carly: ":^)" [source]

Kala: "the overall UI is very nice" [source]

Kala: "I remember the sliders [in CC] having pretty good range tbh, so probably pretty tall and pretty short" [source]

Kala: "I can't wait to learn who the VAs for Rook are! I know one and I know people will be really excited for this person to join the Dragon Age family 🤫" [source]

[winchestermysterymachine]

what happens when a winchester makes you juno?

Dean Winchester

although you're both super careful, there comes a time in dean's life when he just really wants one. just one baby, and after trying for so long, it finally happens. you're pregnant! he's doing everything in his power to not let his fears get the best of him. the reminder of who john winchester was haunts his mind every day like a never ending storm, but the minute he sees the baby, he knows he's not gonna let his past affect his future as a father. he wouldn't let you hold the baby for longer than an hour (unless you're feeding it). he doesn't let you hold the baby cause he wants you to rest as much as possible. he takes care of every dirty diaper, plays with it, shows it his favorite shows. he's falling asleep with the baby on his chest way too often. i kinda think he's a girl dad not gonna lie. being a girl dad and being a boy dad is so different. the minute he realizes it's a girl, he's already swearing off boys for the rest of her life. no man will get close to his precious baby girl. of course he worries a lot that the monsters of the world are going to come after his baby, so that will mean less hunting for you after baby girl's born. he was tempted to name her mary, or something to do with his own mother, but it just didn't fit him anymore, so he lets you pick the name. her middle name ends up being mary anyway. during the pregnancy process, i can imagine him at the store with sam, just throwing everything into carts even if it doesn't look important, he's getting it. he will go grab you every single pregnancy craving you have. pickles and peanut butter? already stocked up. every fast food restaurant around the bunker knows his name, knows your order by heart. dean has to back off from meat for a while. one of your pregnancy symptoms had been the sensitivity to meat. there had been tons of times when you rolled over and glared at dean and told him he better to get a burger and not come back until he's fulfilled your request. but in the beginning, the scent or sight of meat make you sick. he likes that now that you are pregnant, you both can just relax together. aside from the fact that you're super sexy carrying his child, the mother glow is so real i promise. but now you can literally stay inside all day and watch all his favorite movies and songs. there isn't too much driving around, car sickness, so there's a few walks outside the bunker. up and down the gravel road. the day when you actually gave birth, he was running around like a chicken without a head i fear. it probably happened in a super funny way. he's just got home from a hunt, unpacking in the bucker with only sam. aside from himself, and sammy of course, the only person dean trusts you to be alone with is castiel. i can imagine the two of you at the store getting some last minute snacks for the baby who's about to pop out of you, when dean's phone is ringing and you heaving and requesting his presence at the birth of his first born child. he's running around, collecting stuff for the bag and shouting nonsense. sam has enough and reaches over, smacking him across the face in a way only sam would be allowed to do. and he's like dude 'get your fucking shit together' and dean's okay again. he's by your side as soon as he gets into the hospital. castiel making sure to stay close by incase there's a lot of damage from childbirth, but overall it's probably the safest childbirth anyone's ever seen. now with the baby finally here, she's just the cutest. dean, who once worried if he'd turn out like his dad immediately throws that thought out the window and promises to himself he's never gonna treat her like a soldier. his whole entire life changed in the span of nine months and he couldn't ever imagine a life without you or baby girl in it again. he's a lot more calculated once he sees her while he's away on his missions. no more going in blind. he couldn't imagine dying and leaving you both alone. of course he did make cas and sam promise that if something happened to him,they wouldn't let you or baby suffer too much, and that they'd look after you.

all in all, my heart is breaking knowing that he never got to actually have a real family and a child, but in my mind he's very happy with his wife and baby girl. as she grows up, there's a lot dean gets to learn from her. he learns about the important of high heels, and flowers. he learns that his sass will be carried down through generations to come. he probably teachers her self defense rather quickly. he knows being a girl in this world comes with a lot of vulnerabilities, and it isn't just about monsters. nothing makes him more proud than when she's at the playground and kicks an older boys ass so bad the dudes mom comes over to complain. sure he'll reprimand his daughter while in front of the dudes mom, but as soon as they leave the park he's treating her to ice cream. he just wants to make sure she's not gonna let people walk all over her. he teaches her to be brave, have fun, and to stick up for the little guys; something dean's own father never would have been able to teach him. 

"If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno."

Sam Winchester

sam is a boy dad. and i'm not just saying that cause he ends up being a boy dad, but it's because he needs to experience all those thing's dads are supposed to do with their boys. playing baseball, and football, and teaching them the right way on how to be a real man. he's giving you massages as much as you need. there's a lot more cooking on his end than usual. he just loves you sitting in bed, yelling at the characters on the tv while you eat the chocolate you've been craving. he handles mood swings like a pro. he always has tissues in his back pocket in case you see something that makes you cry. thinking about how sam was able to have a real bond with his son actually crushes me bad. definitely wasn't named after john, and was named after dean, who was touched of course. he too would be so protective over you two and hunts wouldn't really be something you attended anymore. he's definitely doing a lot of research on pregnancies too, seeing everything from your point of view will make it easier on him to help you out with carrying a baby. he's definitely the kind of guy to do that thing husbands do when the cup the bottom of the belly and lift it a little. everything about dean with the hunting is all very true too. he's so careful now, and he also makes dean and cas promise that if something happened to him they would take care of you and the baby. now the day the baby actually does arrive, you're both together, he's cooking dinner and as soon as you stand up to call it a night, your water breaks. he's hoisting you up bridal style and carrying you to the car. dean's probably like 'not the baby, not my baby!' but you just glare at him like 'dean this is childbirth!' and that shuts him up. dean's nervously driving in the front, speeding probably too much while you sit in between the boys, leaning on sam. he's coaching you through breathing exercises, and probably even timing how far apart the contractions are. he's read so much about pregnancy, he's so calm and collected whereas dean won't stop talking. sam is holding onto you, repeating that everything's gonna be okay. once you get to the hospital, dean drops you both off at the front while sam carries you into the hospital. dean drives around to park the car and calls castiel to come in. while the nurses make sure you're comfortable, sam walks around the hospital. usually hospitals give him the creeps from all the times he or dean have had to be in them, but the idea that you're just upstairs being prepped for labor makes hospitals seem a whole lot less scary. he goes to the gift shop, grabbing both you and the baby some sorta ugly trinkets, a stuffed bear for the boy, and for you a vase of flowers. he probably would have done better if everything didn't say 'get well soon' or 'feel better'. after meeting up with dean and cas, the trio finally head back upstairs where you are just about ready to push for the first time and sam kicks the boys out and says he'll get cas if thing's go wrong. the two disperse into the waiting room. sam continues to be supportive and helps you breath through everything. lots of gentle kisses and hands brushing your hair back into a ponytail or braid. as soon as the baby has been born, he's making sure you're doing okay while the nurses work on the boy. as soon as you're handed the baby for bonding time, sam's running out of the room and grabbing castiel and dean to come meet him for the first time. watching the three (now four) people he loves the most meet the newest addition to the winchester family warmed his little heart. this is genuinely something he deserved to see in his life and in my world, happened for sure. i think sam has a bigger chance of crying during the birthing process. he's just been through so much and worried about being a terrible father figure, but once again, seeing the baby it's like all his worries are thrown out the window and he knows he would never treat such an innocent baby like they weren't even human.

throughout the boys life, sam is making sure he's doing all he can to keep the kid out of the hunter's life of course he does want his child to keep himself safe in the off chance (cause the winchester family have monsters hunting them too). but he doesn't force them into thing's they're not ready for, shooting doesn't come until their teenage years, but thing's like properly handling guns and knives are learned early on. they're all around the bunker and the kids need to know how to properly handle that kind of thing. he also understands the some of the worlds scariest monsters aren't demons or vampires, but regular people. he teaches him to be smart, strong, observant. he teaches him everything his father never got the chance to.

"You know, I just might let you lock me down tonight. One of me is cute, but two, though?"

Castiel

castiel knew that you were pregnant six days before you knew. and in my perfect little world, angels and humans can have babies together, but the child is no more powerful than an average human, but with a little umpf ya know? anywhoo, so he doesn't need to sleep. one night after sex most likely, he's just holding you, watching as you fall asleep cause it's one of his favorite things. now he's running his fingers through your hair when he feels the subtle shift in texture. he notices the way you don't smell the same either, humans have a certain scent (similar to that one time castiel smelled the dead guy to see what disease he had or whatever it was). and for a moment, he's thinking it's your period. you hadn't started yet, and he's thinking that the shift in your pheromones are just that kind of feminine cycle. so he's about to press his hand against your head, clear any headaches, body aches, breast and back pain, and cramping you have when he feels it. a whole other life form. even though cas doesn't sleep, this information actually makes him restless. his brain won't stop running a million miles per minute and he's flying over to dean's bedroom and telling him. not you, dean. so then dean's like 'just give her a few days to realize she's pregnant, let her tell you, women like that kind of thing!' and cas is like 'okay :)!' so he waits. six whole days. meanwhile you on the other hand, you can feel the difference in yourself from the moment you had woken up the next day. your breast and back pain was a little bit different than periods, plus it wasn't your time for that either. you felt hungry, tired, a little moody, and slightly sick when dean made his burgers, bacon, and ate like a freak. thankfully, castiel didn't need to eat so he'd grab you some fruit and guide you back to your shared bedroom in the bunker, because if you had to watch all three boys eat, you'd probably kick them all out  of the bunker and keep the space for yourself. of course, this newfound sickness worried you and you took to the internet. of course the most common (and easiest) answer all doctors give their female patients when something is wrong with them, the answer was pregnancy. and for a second, you were absolutely angry, there's no way you were pregnant! but then thinking back to last month, there were a shit ton of times you and castiel hadn't come out of the bedroom for more than two days. so maybe you were pregnant. after borrowing one of the cars from the garage, you head to the gas station and pick up a couple pregnancy tests. they all come back positive of course, so you're mad again because false positives are real, so you go to castiel and you tell it to him straight that you want him to see if you're pregnant and he's like ! yes you are pregnant i already knew !. for a moment you're a little irritated that he's known for six whole days and didn't say anything, you could have saved the cash, saved the worrying with a simple answer he already knew. so anyways, he's always doing random check ups on baby girl. he's definitely a girl dad. i think he also tries to invite claire into your little family. he feels responsible for her, even when she doesn't want him to take care of her. castiel doesn't let you do anything. you are carrying his child, and he worries way too much. he also wants to take care of any and all pain you have using his angelic powers, but you don't want him too that much cause this is the most feminine thing ever, pregnancy, so you kinda wanna take everything in stride and be able to relate to the women before you, the mothers around you. you wouldn't even let him take care of the contraction pain either. the delivery process was the most simple though. you didn't need to go to a hospital, although you did anyway, you wanted her birth done right. so he, sam, and dean wondering around like lunatics, hurrying you off to the hospital. castiel stayed by your side the entire time, subtly helping you with the pain and healing every tear and mishap before it gets too bad.

i don't think castiel ever really worried about being a father. he doesn't really have one, or really know what that means. he relies on sam and dean a lot and thinks of them as family, so he definitely asks them what he's supposed to do now that she's here. you were asleep while castiel held your daughter for the first time. claire had been on her way but wouldn't arrive until later, so sam and dean did their best to explain father hood to him, at least what father hood is supposed to be. he definitely asks them both to make sure if something happened to him, they would make sure to keep claire, the baby, and you safe and they both promised. 

“You know I just might, let you lock me down tonight.”

so, what position are you getting juno'd in?

[lena-thinks-too-much]

Some post death Jason things that fanon gets wrong

1. Talia kidnaps a catatonic Jason from the hospital (or in some versions his dead body)

While generally speaking this isn't that big of a difference, I recently read Red Hood: Lost Days and the way Jason ends up with Talia is actually really interesting.

Jason claws his way out of his grave, which is public and unmarked and wanders out of the grave yard. He's catatonic due to the brain damage from what joker did and kinda just wanders along the highway trying to make it back home. Meanwhile whoever's security at the cemetery find Jason's grave, assume it was caused by grave robbers and decide that they'd rather cover it up instead of get in trouble for letting it happen. While this is happening Jason get's hit by a car on the road and police are called. Because he's legally dead he they fail to id him and he's admitted to a hospital as a John Doe. He's in a coma for some time and once he wakes up, he promptly runs away and begins living on the streets in crime alley. At some point some big guy tries to pick a fight with Jason and his training kicks in. Jason does a flip and someone recognizes the move as Robin. This leads to Talia finding out that Jason is alive and that's how she ends up taking him to the league of assassins.

2. Ra's was involved with Jason's training

Ra's wasn't really for doing anything with Jason. Even less so when they realized he was catatonic. He kinda let Talia do whatever she felt like but after a few months of no improvement from Jason, he insisted she called the whole thing off because it was a waste of league resources. This is what spurs Talia into shoving Jason into a lazarus pit. Which just pisses off Ra's.

3. Jason's revenge plan was due to Talia's manipulation

While Talia did tell jason that he "remains unavenged" she also told him to "not seek him out". I've always assumed the antecedent to "him" was Bruce.

In fact Jason's little revenge arc is something Talia was super against. He does the whole bomb under the batmobile thing soon after getting out of the pit but he fails to actually go through with it. Because Talia doesn't actually want Bruce dead she decides to distract Jason by sending him to specialists around the world.

I'm not 100% sure why she later shows him the pictures of Tim. Because that's the point where she sleeps with Jason (which is already a weird choice), leaves him the helmet, and seems to know Jason's going to go back to Gotham with this information.

But generally Talia was trying to keep Jason away from Bruce until he calmed down - which, considering dude kept killing his teachers was definitely going to be a bit.

4. Jason and Damian met in the league

Okay I'll start this one off by saying I love the fics that do this, but there seem to be a lot of people who genuinely believe this happened. Sorry to burst your bubble guys, but outside of the young justice universe, it's quite literally impossible.

Jason was being sent to instructors around the world after coming out of the pit. In fact he was technically being hunted by Ra's for daring to use the pit. Talia herself barely interacted with Jason. Damian certainly didn't.

The argument could be made that Damian and Jason met before the pit but Jason clearly has memories from when he was catatonic and from what I know, he doesn't recognize damian when he meets him later on.

5. Pit madness

Look, there's nothing quite as tasty as a Titan's Tower AU where Jason's stalking through the tower hopped up on pit rage with glowing green eyes only to fully lose his anger at seeing Tim Drake being a disaster of a human. Literally my favorite trope of all time. I highly doubt there's a fic under this tag that I haven't read yet.

That being said pit rage or pit madness quite literally doesn't exist. The closest thing we get in the comics is a temporary burst of madness immediately following exposure to the lazarus pit. But it doesn't last. Definitely not as long as some people seem to believe.

Jason isn't the only person to use the pits in the comics. The Al Ghul's obviously but also bruce takes his own swim later on. But Jason's the only one people think have pit madness (and also Ra's Al Ghul but he doesn't count because there's no way you survive 7 centuries without going insane). The closest thing we see to pit madness in the comics is when Nyssa tortures Talia with her personal lazarus pit (that she experimented on) by repeatedly kiled and revived her until she quite literally breaks Talia's mind.

The pit madness that people attribute to Jason, however, most closely resembles the kind of bloodlust and animalistic behavior we see from people who use the lazarus pits in the Arrowverse, and no one is ever going to accuse that of being canon. So yeah these are just some things that while I actually quite enjoy reading in fanfics, they aren't actually true and it genuinely astounds me, how many people think it's canon and not fanon.

let me know if I missed any or got something wrong because I'm mostly working off my memorie for the red hood lost days references.

disclaimer: I'm fully aware that fanon ≠ canon. However these are things that I see a lot of fans treating as fact and that just generally irks me. Like I'm all for cherry picking the timelines and details that you like and adding your headcanons into the mix. It's the best part of fandom. But also I think it's important to at least be aware of what's canonical (although with DC that does generally turns into a mess)

[loveharlow]

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[5.9k] Trying to lay-low in Kildare doesn't go over too well and just when things were looking up, it all comes crumbling down.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, gun violence, mild animal cruelty, general angst

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IT TOOK ALMOST ALL NIGHT TO SAIL BACK TO KILDARE, the sun just rising once again when the six of you arrived at the edge of The Marsh at the crack of dawn. You were tired and starving, the guys and girls splitting off into two separate groups to go look for food.

You, Kie, and Sarah had found some watermelons just as the sun’s heat started to break through the Kildare clouds. You and Sarah were sitting in the grass while Kie took up the space on a metal bench, each of you munching on your respective melons, fingers stained pink.

Kiara was quick to urge Sarah to catch her up on what happened, the blonde girl spilling every detail about what happened from the moment John B and her disappeared.

“The boat tipped and I honestly thought that was it, I thought that was the end. Next thing I know, we’re waking up on a boat headed to The Bahamas…” She recounted. She told you everything, from finding the gold again at Ward’s vacation home to getting shot by Rafe, to…

“I’m sorry, you got married?” Kiara exclaimed, her eyes wide as her hand paused from where it was digging into the fruit. Sarah just had a sheepish smile on her face, chewing as she nodded.

“It’s not exactly legal, but…” She trailed off, throwing a chunk of the melon into her mouth and looking at both of you. “Yeah, we did.” She admitted, smiling and chuckling in Kie’s direction before she seemed to conjure up another thought. “And *gulp* Am I crazy, or is there something going on between you and Pope?” She spoke, mouth full of watermelon.

Kiara smiled and shrugged, avoiding eye contact with the Cameron girl. “Maybe...” She said, squinting her eyes as she looked out in front of her. “I’ve come to a couple of…realizations, recently, I guess.” She said under her breath, eyes peering at you for the shortest of moments, so swiftly that Sarah didn’t catch it and you barely did yourself.

“That’s not a no.” Sarah egged on, still eating. The three of you fell into silence for a few passing moments, the only sounds being the birds flying by and the chewing of fruit before Sarah spoke up once more, this time her questions aimed at you. “You okay? You’ve been kinda quiet.” She asked, her wide eyes peering at you.

You just shrugged, looking down at your lap as you spoke. “‘M fine. It’s all just a little surreal, y’know? Up until a couple of hours ago, I really thought you and John B were dead.” You said, building the courage to meet her eyes. “It’s honestly the biggest blessing that you guys aren’t but... a lot happened while you two were away. That’s all.” You assured her, sending her a tight-lipped smile and returning to eating.

“...It was really hard to find a a way to contact you guys. And we didn’t want to risk someone tipping off my dad or the police just yet. It’s gonna be a shit show when we get back to the island, that’s for sure.” Sarah scoffed, raking her fingers through her hair.

“...Sarah?” You piped up, the girl humming response. “It’s good to have you back.”

She smiled happily in response, her teeth showing as her cheeks reddened. “It’s good to be back.”

JOHN B DOCKED THE DRUTHERS TOO AT THE CHATEAU WITH LITTLE HESITATION, A familiar bundle of golden fur running towards him and jumping on him the second he was off the boat. 

“Woah, hey, hey…” He cooed, petting Marley softly as she pawed at his thighs and torso.

“Sorry about that,” You said, shielding your eyes from the sun. “We’ve been crashin’ here since…” You trailed off, shrugging as John B looked up at The Chateau, jutting his bottom lip out and shrugging one shoulder.

“The place looks great, actually.” He said, directing his gaze to the grass, looking side to side. “The weeds are gone and there aren’t any beer cans in the grass.” He laughed out.

“That would be courtesy of me.” JJ bowed dramatically. “Mowed the lawn and threw in a little extra service.” John B rolled his eyes playfully and walked towards the entrance of the home, the five of you following behind him. 

“Not to bring the mood down or anything but I’m not exactly looking forward to a check-in at home…” Kiara announced, walking at the very back of the group. “My parents have probably already arranged my funeral.”

“Same. I predict unpleasantries at the Heyward household after I left the truck in Charleston.” Pope cringed at the thought, holding the straps of his backpack. 

“...No one knows we’re here, right?” JJ threw out, deep in thought judging from the look on his face. “And you two-” He pointed at Kiara and Pope. “-aren’t gonna get in anymore trouble for showing up twelve hours later. Am I right or am I right?”

“You’re not wrong…” Pope seemed to contemplate.

“So that means we have twelve hours to do whatever we want.” JJ smiled, clapping his hands together. “A little pogue fellowship, how does that sound? Let the shit hit the fan tomorrow.”

“The cops are looking for us. It just seems really stupid…” Sarah reminded, a look of worry on her features.

“Sarah Cameron,” JJ approached the girl sitting on the rail of The Chateau stairs. “You’ve heard of my philosophy, right?”

“No.”

“Stupid things have good outcomes all the time.” JJ spoke as you and John B mocked him, sending a smile in each other’s direction as you tried not to laugh. The blonde boy turned around, clapping his hands. “Who’s with me? Let’s go get some beer!”

KIARA HAD MANAGED TO STEAL SOME BEERS FROM THE WRECK, SEEMINGLY WITHOUT BEING NOTICED. By the time Sarah and JB had showered and JJ and Pope set up the lights and hot-tub, the sun had fallen again. The pit in your stomach had started to settle, allowing you to actually enjoy the fact that your friends were alive and well and back where they belonged. Although other events were still swirling in your mind and dampening your mood, you wouldn’t let it show.

The six of you crowded the hot-tub, shotgunning beers as music played faintly from a speaker plugged in near the porch. JJ and John B had some impromptu dance battle while Pope started freestyling out of nowhere, the remaining three of you watching it all like a comedy show from the comfort of the hot tub.

At some point , JJ rolled a joint that made it’s way through the group in record time. You currently had the object clutched between your fingers, laying on your back in the grass near the oak tree with Marley next to you as JJ and Pope wrestled in the grass. 

“Single-leg sweep!” John B cheered, watching Pope pin JJ to the ground — JB, Sarah, and Kie sitting and watching around a bonfire. 

Pope got up triumphantly, hands in the air as JJ got up and dusted himself off. He and JJ shook hands with lazy smiles on their faces before Pope snatched up his beach towel and turned around in the direction of The Marsh. “I’m done!” He called over his shoulder. “I’m outta here…”

“You want a round two?” JJ called in his direction, cupping his hands around his mouth.

Pope chuckled and waved him off without a glance back. “Yeah, I think I’ll take my losses.” The group’s attention was stolen by Kiara who grabbed her shirt from the lawn chair she was on, getting up and following Pope. 

You just scoffed and took another hit of your joint, watching from a few feet away as Sarah’s jaw dropped while John B and JJ cheered. “Really?” Sarah exclaimed. 

“Way to be discreet!” JJ called after the two.

“I leave and this is what happens.” John B sighed in mock disappointment, slapping his hands against his knees as he rose from his seat. “Your boy’s out.” He shook the red cup in his hand. “Beer time.” He told the two blondes before walking in your direction, your splayed figure going unnoticed in the dark of night as JB reached into the cooler to grab a fresh beer, his eyes landing on the art piece the four of you had engraved into the tree.

You watched as he slowly paused, his eyes glossing over as the boy attempted to suppress his emotions. 

“You better cry.” You spoke up, speech mildly slurred from your tipsiness. “It took me two hours to carve your long ass name into that...big ass tree.” John B looked around startled for a moment before looking at down at you laid out in the grass like a snow angel. You smiled and waved lazily at your friend.

He rolled his eyes and laughed, cracking open the canned drink in his hand. “You scared the shit out of me, little weirdo.” He said, taking a small sip. “I forget you’re a lightweight. You need a water or somethin’?”

You simply pursed your lips and waved him off. “Pfft. I am fine. And I’ll have you know I am not drunk or high, just…thinking.” The Routledge boy cocked an eyebrow at you, JJ and Sarah’s mindless banter filling the silence. “I’m serious!” You chuckled out. “I’m not, I swear. I just needed some time to think for a little bit…”

“About?”

“...Are you kidding?” You asked incredulously, lifting yourself up to lean on one arm. “John B, you came back from the dead. And believe me, I am so glad that you and Sarah are back but I’m scared for you guys. Sooner or later, someone is gonna find out you guys are back on the island and when they do?…”

He simply nodded. “That's fair." He sighed. "We tried to get through to you guys for weeks before we were able to send that message.” You hummed in response before yawning. “And even though you haven’t said it yet, I missed you too.” He winked at you.

You flipped the boy off and plopped back down into the grass as the footsteps of someone else appeared.

“What’s happenin’ over here?” He asked cheerfully, slapping a hand on John B’s shoulder. He met your eyes but you looked away. You still didn’t want to talk to him. 

John B looked between the two of you skeptically before letting whatever thought he had go, pointing at the tree in front of him. “This cute little art project.” He told the blonde, referring once more to the memorial carving. “Killed the tree, though.”

JJ laughed, bowing his head down. “Probably, yeah…” He said, sniffing before looking at JB. “I fuckin’ missed you, man.” He said seriously, pulling John B into a tight hug. They buried their heads into each other’s shoulder, embracing one another as tight as possible.

“Kind of lonely over here!” Sarah called out, the two boys releasing one another as she waved the three of you over. The slapped each other on the shoulder and began walking back over to the bonfire, you getting up and whistling for Marley to do the same, the golden retriever standing up slowly and shaking herself off before following you. 

“Aww, look.” The blonde girl cooed from her place on a log, staring ahead as the three of you followed her gaze to find Kie and Pope sailing away on the HMS Pogue. 

“There he goes.” JJ cheered, sending a thumbs up to the couple on the boat. “He jacked your boat, dude.” He said to John B.

“Pope’s poking on the Pogue.” He replied with little emotion, staring out like he couldn’t believe it while Sarah wolf-whistled in their direction. Through her cheering and whistling, you thought you heard something in the distance, prompting you to turn around with a look of confusion etched across your face.

“Hold on,” You spoke up, the remaining pogues attention turning to you. “Did any of you hear that?”

“The chickens?” JJ threw out a possible solution, you shook your head.

“No, I heard something. Like a car door shutting…” You said confidently, eyes trained on the trees in front of you trying to see through them.

After a few moments of squinting, you managed to make out two figures creeping through the bushes and if you weren’t mistaken, they were both armed. “...There’s people in the woods. They have guns.” You said, a hard expression settling on your face as you quickly took hold of Marley’s collar.

“Wha- are you sure?” Sarah asked panicked, standing up from the log she was perched on and edging closer to John B.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You replied quickly. “Hide. Hide somewhere, anywhere but in the house.” You instructed, the three of them just staring blankly at one another. You looked at them stupidly, snapping your fingers to gain their attention. “Hello? Earth to Powerpuff Girls? Unless your wanna play bullet-tag with the strangers in the woods, I suggest you hide!” You whisper-shouted, guiding Marley into the chicken coop by her collar as your three friends seemed to silently decide on hiding in the large oak tree, not before John B put out the bonfire and followed JJ and Sarah who were scattering and climbing up the trunk of the tree one by one.

There was more than enough space for you to hide Marley in the coop, pushing her inside as quietly as possible as she started to whine lowly. You brought a finger to your lips, shushing the animal as you gently pet the top of her head. “It’s okay.” You assured, pushing her a little further in as the sound of leaves ruffling got closer. “Just sit and stay. Okay?” You instructed as you stood up and made a b-line for the tree, climbing up as quickly and quietly as possible, taking the hand that was offered to you and planting yourself on top of one of the thick branches.

Through the leaves and branches, you saw the two figures emerge into the lights of the backyard. 

It was no one other than Rafe and Barry.

There was no way they found out about Sarah and John B that fast.

Barry crept up the side steps to the front door, gun held in front of him as Rafe wandered through the backyard, right under your noses. He stopped in front of the freshly blown out bonfire as Barry threw open the door to The Chateau, creeping inside. 

“Where the hell are you?...” Rafe asked mainly to himself, eyes wandering from the smoking wooden planks. Just then, the sound of glass breaking came from inside the house, followed by the sound of Barry groaning in frustration just before the man in question came barrelling out of The Chateau. 

“Ain’t shit in there!” He shouted, jogging down the small staircase. 

“Nothing?” Rafe asked, his tone calm in contrast to the drug dealer’s.

“No, nothing, Rafe.” Barry spat. It seemed as if Barry’s frustration began to rub off on the Cameron boy.

“They were obviously just here based off the smoke, man.” Rafe reprimanded, voice raising slightly as he threw a hand out in the direction of the smoking pit. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Barry ignored him. “Great observation, Boy Scout.”

“They gotta be around here somewhere...” Rafe reminded, Barry rolling his eyes and began kicking things around in the yard as Rafe turned around, staring viciously at the length of the tree. 

“P.4.L.” Barry mocked the words carved into the wood, Rafe looking back and laughing with the man, the gun in his hand pointed directly at the carving. 

“Well, shit…” The Cameron boy chuckled breathily.

“So, your sister’s a ‘Pogue For Life’ now, huh?” Barry taunted, watching as the lazy smile on Rafe’s face dropped as he looked back at the tree. His eyes started twitching as he gnawed on the inside of his cheek, his nostrils flaring out too. You were no stranger to that look on his face — he was losing it…

“...Shit!” He hollered like a madman, the loud reverberation of his voice causing you and Sarah to flinch violently. Even Barry flinched behind the boy. Within seconds, Rafe had cocked the gun back and fired off several shots, the four of you ducking behind the branches as bullets flew. Barry, who tried to take the gun from his hand, ended up forcing the guns aim upwards, the four of you just narrowly missing being shot. 

“Rafe, chill!” Barry scolded, snatching the gun from the boy’s hands. “You gon' get our asses busted!” 

The silence that occurred after Barry’s warning was what allowed the duo to hear a faint whine coming from somewhere in the yard. Your hands clawed at the wood of the tree, your nails splintering under the force.

You prayed they would ignore it. That they would leave her alone.

But you knew that wasn’t going to happen the second Rafe rotated his whole body in the direction of the chicken coop, his face twisting as he walked towards it. Bending down in front of the small opening, he scoffed, running a hand down his face.

“Would you look at that?” He laughed, eyeing Barry before looking inside of the coop once more. The whining never stopped. “They left the damn dog.” He told him, voice raspy. He snapped his fingers and whistled, trying to get Marley to obey. “C’mere girl.” He tried, but she wouldn’t budge.

“The fuck…just leave it, man. What the hell you gon do with a dog?” Barry tried, annoyed at this point.

For what it was worth, your dog had a very good judgment of character. But you guessed that trait didn’t make Rafe too happy. It was like something in him snapped, shooting a hand out and grabbing Marley by the collar, dragging her out the pen when she wouldn’t listen.

She whined and barked, trying her best to resist his pull as her paws slid across the dirt. 

“No, no, no…” You muttered under your breath, moving to climb down the tree when a forceful hand wrapped itself around your arm, your eyes meeting JJ’s. “Let go. What are you-”

“You can’t go down there, are you crazy. He will hurt you.” JJ told you seriously, his eyebrows setting into a straight line. 

“The hell I can’t.” You spat back, trying to wiggle your arm out his grip to no avail. “If I don't go down there, he’s gonna hurt her.” You told the blonde in hushed tone. You hated how shaky and sad your voice sounded.

“We’ll get her back.” He told you, his grip tightening lightly in reassurance. “I promise you.” You shook your head at his words, swallowing harshly as your teary gaze went back to where Rafe was manhandling Marley. She wouldn’t stop crying out and it broke your heart.

“Jesus, you gon have to get a muzzle for that bitch.” Barry groaned. “And what you gon do when daddy asks where the mutt came from, huh, Country Club? ‘Cause you already know Snoozie’s gonna be looking up and down the island for her, missin’ posters ‘n shit gon be up before you make it back to Figure Eight.”

Rafe just licked his lips, positioned slightly bent down to keep a good grip on your dog. “Trust me, she knows where she is. They’re here, I know that for a fact.” He told Barry, his eyes wandering the seemingly empty yard. “You want your dog back?!” He shouted out into the empty yard space. “Looks like you're gonna have to put on your big girl pants and come and get her!”

That was the last thing you all heard before the two men were leaving, dragging a hysterical Marley behind them. Most dogs would bite when threatened. But Marley wasn’t a violent dog. That was one of the many things you loved about her. But in this moment you hated it.

BY THE TIME KIARA AND POPE HAD RETURNED WITH THE BOAT THE FOUR OF YOU NEEDED TO LEAVE, THE SUN HAD RISEN SIGNALING A NEW DAY. You were all silently petrified and hadn’t said more than five words in the last, what you guessed was, six hours or so. JJ perked up when he spotted his two friends in the small boat, slinging his backpack up on his shoulder and heading towards the two as the remaining three of you followed silently.

“Yo, don’t tie up yet!” He called out, skipping down the pier just as Pope was about to tie up the boat.

“What?” Kiara replied back, squinting her eyes from the sun.

“We’re dippin'.” The blonde told the girl, jogging towards the boat and coming to a stop in front of the two, throwing his bag into the boat.

“Wait, why?” Pope piped up.

“We gotta get the hell outta here.” John B said urgently, getting into the boat right after JJ, you helping Sarah down into the vehicle as JB held a hand out for her, the girl still limping mildly due to her injury.

“Rafe knows we’re here so we have to leave, like, now.” She panted out, sitting down in the boat as you climbed in after her, not saying a word.

“Okay, okay…” Pope spoke absentmindedly, hurrying to un-tie the portion of the rope he did secure, tossing it into the boat. “Wait, what about the dog? Where’s Marley?” Sarah, John B, and JJ all looked at each other then at you, prompting Kie and Pope to share a look before doing the same.

“...We’ll explain everything later.” John B threw out, caressing Sarah’s back. You didn’t protest or say anything, you were too angry to do anything. The pair of them glanced at you once more before getting into the boat themselves.

“We’ll sail a few miles out, find somewhere to camp out for a bit.” Pope announced, getting behind the wheel and starting the engine. "Then, you have to tell us what the hell is going on."

“LOOK, IF RAFE AND BARRY KNOW, IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE EVERYONE KNOWS.” John B started, hands on his head as he paced back in forth in the grass. The group had found an empty clearing a few miles away from The Chateau, an open field near The Marsh.

JJ scoffed, shaking his head. “I told you. We should’ve gone south, man.” He added. “Why does no one ever listen?”

The rest of you sat in the grass not talking. You were sitting criss-crossed, plucking individual strands of grass. 

“...I have an idea.” Sarah croaked, swallowing harshly as she stared down at her shoes. “With me back, my dad’s going to have to choose between me and Rafe.” You paused in your grass plucking, peering up at the girl. 

“Sarah-” John B started only to be cut off.

“He’s gonna choose me.” She said confidently, looking at John B. 

“Just please listen.” Her boyfriend pleaded, holding a hand out in her direction to let him speak. “Ward keeps lying to you, Sarah.”

“No,I…I know it sounds crazy-”

“Yeah, it does.” Kiara told her bluntly. 

“I know.” Sarah defended herself, biting her bottom lip and looking around at the five of you. “But he’s my dad. And I know him, and I know he loves me.” She pleaded with the group, rubbing her hands nervously against her thighs. “I’m just asking for two hours.” She concluded, eyes wide and begging for you all to understand.

You simply shook your head, looking out at the water in front of you. If Sarah believed that her father would choose her, who were you to disagree? You had your doubts but you kept them quiet. If you learned anything in the past month or so, it’s that you have to let people see who others really are for themselves, otherwise they'll never believe it.

Without any more objections, Sarah tucked her hair behind her ears and stood up, looking at the group of you one last time before walking off.

SARAH HAD BEEN GONE FOR NEARLY AN HOUR, THE FIVE OF YOU WANDERING OFF AWAY FROM ONE ANOTHER. Pope and John B were at the edge of water talking, Kiara was laying in the grass plucking flowers, and you were leaning on a nearby tree. 

You got the urge to look up from where you were digging the toe of your shoe into the dirt when the sunlight was no longer beaming on you, coming face to face with possibly one of the last people you wanted to talk to.

You sighed, crossing your arms. “What part of leave me alone do you not understand?”

The blonde scratched the back of his head, looking side to side before shoving his hands in the pockets of his shorts. “Look, I don’t know what I did to make you this mad at me. And even though I would really like to know and won’t stop bothering you until I find out, I promise I didn’t come over here to press you about it right now.”

“Then what are you over here for?”

“I wanted to make sure you were doing okay.” He said, eyes roaming your face as you looked away for a brief second. “You may hate my guts right now but we’re still pogues. And you know how I feel about you...” His voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned in closer. "That doesn't change just because you're pissed at me."

“I don’t hate you.” You didn’t mean to say it. You planned to let him talk to himself while you didn’t respond but something about JJ thinking you hated him really made your stomach turn. Sure, you felt betrayed and led on, but you didn’t hate him. You don't think you ever could.

It would take forces between the heavens and the earth before you would ever even come close to hating JJ.

“...And no. I’m not okay.” You said bluntly, straightening your posture. “I am angrier than I have ever been in my entire life and I can’t do shit about it, JJ.” You groaned, rubbing the back of your neck. “I don’t have any parental figure left, some psychopathic rapist who has an obsession with trying to ruin our lives just kidnapped my fucking dog, my best friend just came back from the dead and the only evidence we have to clear his name and keep him out of jail for a crime he didn’t even commit is being withheld by some batshit crazy woman who lives on a former slave plantation and has a live-in bodyguard, and you...” You ranted all in one breath, stopping yourself right before you went too far. 

JJ just nodded, rolling his lips in on themselves as he gave you a moment to collect yourself and catch your breath before speaking. “Yeah…yeah, that about covers it.” He said, the unhelpful statement causing you to roll your eyes. You don’t know if you purposefully left out the part about him and Kie or if it was a subconscious thing. You figured that would’ve been the best time, if any, to bring it up. But it also seemed like the most miniscule on your list of problems at the moment.

“Well…what about the box?”

“The what?” You said exhaustedly, squinting your eyes as he shifted his weight, allowing the sun to beam on your face. You were too blinded by the golden ray of light to notice how the blonde got distracted by you — the way the sun illuminated everything about you. It made the naturally lighter pieces of your hair more visible, it made your eyes a shade brighter, made your eyelashes more visible, and casted a heavenly glow across your skin. Deep down, he really wanted to get to the bottom of whatever he did to put you off from him this badly because the idea of having you in his life as more than a best friend was looking more appealing every second he looked at you.

Snapping himself out of it, he replied. “The, uh, the box of shit you stole from your mom’s office? That’s, like, hardcore evidence, right?” You pondered on the boy’s statement for a moment. It wasn’t like you’d forgotten about the evidence, it crossed your mind ever since John B’s text came through. But your biggest problem was Shoupe — you didn’t trust him. And you weren't sure if a couple of tapes would be any help.

“Ward has Shoupe and the entire Sheriff’s Department wrapped around his finger. If I hand over the only evidence we have and Shoupe chooses Ward over his oath as an officer, we lose everything.”

“But you don’t think it’s worth the risk if it can clear Bree?” He cocked an eyebrow, clearly questioning your judgment.

You bit your lip in contemplation, shaking your head. “...I’ll sort through everything and see what we can possibly bring to Shoupe. If things go south with JB and this whole key that Pope keeps talking about, I turn it all over to the police. Deal?”

JJ nodded his head, glancing back at his two friends at the edge of the water. “Deal.”

“In the meantime?” You threw out, pushing yourself off of the tree and adjusting yourself. “I’m gonna figure out how to get my damn dog back.” Just then, you saw the HMS Pogue coming towards the shore, Sarah perched on the edge.

The five of you stood up, approaching the edge of the water and watching as the girl let the engine die and the boat come to a halt. The guys moved forward to pull the boat up onto the sand, the girl taking the hand John B offered to assist her out of the boat.

“So, how’d it go?” He asked, hair blowing in the wind as you all crowded each other. Sarah looked to her feet, shaking her head.

“You guys were right.” She sniffled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “It didn’t work.”

Everyone nodded despondently, expecting nothing more or less but still disappointed by the outcome. Despite you and JJ’s separate conversation, the pogues weren’t completely aware of the evidence you were holding onto. You figured they'd forgotten. You didn’t want John B and Sarah to have run again, but you needed some time to get what you needed to at least attempt to clear their names without backfire.

“We still have one more opt-”

“What’s that?” Kiara interrupted you, looking petrified at the water ahead of her. You all followed her gaze, finding a fleet of boats with flashing lights sailing directly towards the six of you. 

“How’d the cops find us?” Pope added, taking a weary step back as the boats got closer. 

“They must’ve followed you here.” John B told his girlfriend. “It had to have been Ward.” He spoke rather calmly. 

“Stay on the beach with your hands in the air!” One of the officers commanded through a megaphone. But since when were any of you known to follow rules?

A shared look amongst the group had you all bolting in the opposite direction within seconds, almost tripping over one another in the process. Running on sand was a harder task than you ever imagined, the ground feeling as if it was slipping underneath your feet.

One quick glance behind you and the officers were hopping off their boats, chasing after you all. Your shoes were submerged when you had to run through a shallow bank of salt water to get to the other side of the beach, hoping the trees would hide you. 

Sarah started to slow down, the running causing a strain on her side. John B was quick to scoop her up, throwing an arm around her torso and slinging one of her own over his shoulders. Tree branches and bushes nipped at your calves but you paid no mind to it. 

You could hear the heavy footsteps and radio chatter of the officers behind you all, scattered in the woods, trying to find you all from any and every angle. Reaching the edge of a pond surrounded by weeds, you all let John B help Sarah in first before following, the water going above your knees. 

The further in you waded, the deeper it got until you all had to literally swim across the body of water, Sarah at the tail end of the group. The murky water splashed into your mouth and in your eyes but you kept going. 

The sound of splashing and yelling behind you signaled that you’d been spotted just as you reached the other side, you being the first one out of the water. With no where else to go, you all hid behind the largest tree in sight, the object able to conceal the half dozen of you.

Sirens blared in the distance, your heads snapping behind you to find two police cars flying down the dirt road.

“We’re trapped.” Pope panted, crouching behind the tree. “They got us surrounded. What do we do?”

“We’re not getting out of this.” JJ said, blonde strands soaked, his shirt sticking to his body as he rang out a bandana. “We gotta make a stand.” Pulling the infamous gun from his waistband and wiping it off. You looked at him crazy, snatching the object from his hand before he had a chance to react. Your own hair was sticking to your face, the damp feeling of your clothes making you uncomfy,

“That’s the complete opposite of solving the problem.” You told him as he absentmindedly reached for the weapon. You held it out of his reach, oblivious to John B watching the entire interaction occur.

He was grateful that he had friends willing to get into this kind of trouble for him. But his heart wouldn’t allow any of you to go down with him. Unbeknownst to you, JB had climbed down from the tree, taking hold of your wrist of the arm that held the gun.

Your eyes met his as he slowly took the weapon from your grasp, letting it fall to the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed as he looked at each and every one of you with the most detached look on his face. Smiling at you all, he spoke.

“It’s gonna be all right.” He choked out, gently letting your wrist fall. It was then that you knew — he was surrendering. He took slow, backwards steps away from you all kicking a pile of dirt and leaves over the gun to conceal it.

Just then, Shoupe arrived, wasting no time in drawing his gun in your friend’s direction. “John B! Step out into the clearing!” He hollered, officers surrounding you all from every direction and every single one of them armed. 

“I’m surrendering!” He told the man, hands in the air. 

“Aye, the rest of y’all stay right where ya are, keep your hands where I can see 'em.” Shoupe told the five of you behind JB, all of your hands going in the air slowly. 

“Hey, listen Shoupe, I wanna testify!” John B cut in, eyes red and teary. 

“It’s ‘bout time.” The man said, approaching the boy with two officers trailing behind him. All three of them pointing pistols at you all. “Get down, do not move a muscle. Everybody else, don’t move!”

Shoupe directed one of his deputies to detain John B, the man storming over as he holstered his weapon. He pat JB down quickly before snatching the boy up into a chokehold, clearly out of anger and not protocol. 

“Are you serious?!” JJ was the first to call out, voice echoing throughout the woods.

“Hey, what the fuck?!” You shouted yourself, taking one small step forward but the female officer that chased the car a month ago, Deputy Plumb, was quick to stop you, pointing her pistol right in between your eyes.

“Stay where you are!” She instructed firmly, her eyebrows setting into a fine line. 

You and your friends were forced to watch as the officer arresting John B, who Shoupe referred to as Deputy Thomas, slammed your friend onto his back into the grass and beat on him. You were all shouting and screaming but anytime you took a step, there was officer in your face with a fully loaded pistol or an assault rifle. And these people looked too trigger happy to be arresting a teenager.

Shoupe finally stepped in when Thomas had John B by the collar of his shirt. The man in charge attempted to pull his deranged officer off of your friend but he was pushed back as the man faced John B once more, nostrils flared as he held the boy mid-air.

“...This is for Peterkin.”

And with an uppercut, John B was out cold.

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[imbadatusernames2]

I really debated with myself whether to post this, especially given tumblr's infamous photo quality, but oh well, I figured we're all nerds anyway, and someone will enjoy this.

Some thoughts and rambling under the cut if anyone is interested

I mainly just wanted to draw Arthur kneeling and John shielding him, to be honest.

Arthur (right hand) is clutching John's cloak; John (left hand) is clutching Arthur's shirt and trying to protect his stomach. This gave me a sense of contrast between what John could once do (a powerful king who could shield Arthur and no one would dare touch him) vs what he can do now (nothing but clutch at his shirt, no body to shield him with, only eyes wide open to see for him). I imagine this can make John feel very trapped and useless in the face of danger.

John's hand holding the cloak gave me a bit of a problem, bc the rest of his body is in black, but it wouldn't have stood out if it were dark as well. Then I got an idea, as I had already imagined he isn't actually a shadow monster, but rather, in a classical lovecraftian fashion, human minds couldn't comprehend him. But his left hand is the one he shares with Arthur, bringing it closer to humanity, and thus, making it possible to see and understand with human eyes, even in his king form.

Arthur is also kneeling on John's cloak, which gave me two ideas: First, I imagine that idling on top of a king's or a god's cloak isn't the most polite or respectful thing to do. So, this shows Arthur's general disrespect towards the supernatural. And also, while John might technically be an Eldritch God, he is Arthur's Little Eldritch God, so it doesn't matter. This is his John. Second, cushioning a kneeling person's knees feels kinda intimate, you know? Obviously, there is the sexual angle, which isn't what I'm getting at (my interpretation of their relationship is a very intense something), but our minds make connections. But in general, imagine how many people have knelt in direct worship of John, and how he didn't spare a thought towards them. And now here's this random human who would laugh at the idea of worshipping John, and he is the one who gets his god-damn knees cushioned. If I were a cultist, I would definitely detest Arthur for that.

I had lots of thoughts about John, and not so many about Arthur when drawing this, so he is mostly there to look pretty. This is actually the second version I made, bc in the 1st one I made a mistake I couldn't fix and had to start over. I'm kinda glad I did, bc in the 1st version, Arthur looked a bit too beaten down and helpless for my tastes. In this one, he looks up at the danger and is more ready to fight if the need arises. Bc he is the one who has to be ready. John might want to be all mighty and shield him as he once could have, but in reality, all he can do now is wrinkle Arthur's shirt and warn him of danger with the eyes he is the reason Arthur doesn't have any more :)

[aew-kun]

thunderbolts with rainy days thoughts

(again, not agere specific but the au of them living together in the tower . . !)

Yelena Belova -

Spends time with someone on the team (just kinda enjoying their presence quietly) , plays with her guinea pig , gets into heated bickering with Alexei over board games . If she's not doing that she's napping - probably on the sofa in the common area, she never used to feel safe in such a vulnerable place but the team are her family and she finds after a while she's most relaxed when surrounded by them and their chaos

Robert 'Bob' Reynolds -

Draws on the window (despite Valentina repeatedly telling him to stop because it leaves marks of whatever he's drawn - the team honestly encourages him because it pisses Val off sooo...) Also loves a good book on a rainy day- will sit by the window, curled up with a book - head resting on the cool glass, (normally at least one of the pets in the tower with him)

Bucky Barnes -

Doesn't love being alone when it rains, will either sit with Bob and read (individually) with him - or goes into the training room and trains (individually) with John. He tried to cook once and nearly started a fire so that wasn't a hobby he was allowed to pursue further lol (if it's a bad day he can be found locked in his room with Alpine, just having some quiet time, calming himself)

John Walker -

Watches TV shows and trains in like an alternating system lol - tries to cook occasionally but Ava will complain . (Sometimes he trains with Bucky - both of them quiet, no conversation needed just being there)

Ava Starr -

Bakes - and will argue with Walker if he tries to cook literally anything whilst she is baking. "Get out right now-!" (Has thrown an egg at him for not leaving 'fast enough') - she also uses these days as 'sorting days' where she goes through her stuff to see what she actually has and makes sure things are organised

Alexei Shostakov -

Demands a team movie night. Every. Single. Time. Is only ever like 50% successful a) because they all wanna do different things and b) because they cannot pick a movie to watch that they all agree on

[menlove]

Hey! I'm new in the fandom and I was wondering if you have any essential/good fic recs? Idk where to start haha

of course !! i made one like this a while ago but i can't find it so i'll make another and actually put it in a fic recs tag this time lmfao. also here's all my bookmarks if you wanna take a gander there!

i also did a list earlier this week with early days/hamburg fics and then one for like. longer fics that follow them through their lives, kinda.

but here's my all-time favorites (so far)!

your lucky break (by @forthlin hiiiii miles)

explicit. 17k.

When Paul was nine years old, he watched John Lennon sing Twist and Shout on Sunday Night at the London Palladium. Where Paul is a rising singer in the 1970s who grew up idolizing performer-turned-producer John Lennon.

John My Beloved

explicit. 33k. user-only. They've always loved each other, in their own way…

Gretna Green Waltz

explicit. 21k. TRACK NAME: “GRETNA GREEN WALTZ” “JOHNNY’S WALTZ” “JUNK” A fleeting melody chases Paul for decades—a tune half-remembered, a life half-lived. This is its story.

a summer wasting (by @gaitskiller hi eliza)

explicit. 16k. London, 1967: Wish fulfilment, a lot of interrupted kisses, drugs in excess, and a hot, hot summer.

i was a younger man then (now) (post hoc)

mature. 27k. John’s twelve when a bloke appears from a flaming pie and says, “From this day forward you are Beatles with an ‘a.’” The bloke is Paul. Or: paul and john meet at all ages and eras and john is the time-traveler’s wife the way only john lennon can be

I Still Miss Someone

explicit. 64k. It's 1976 and Paul keeps showing up on John's doorstep with a guitar. Eventually John turns him away and Paul goes off to sulk in his hotel room the night before his flight from New York. Based on real events.

When You Are Young They Assume You Know Nothing

mature. 26k. But Paul knows John. There’s something about Paris, though...

Way Up Top

explicit. 12k. Falling out of the sky, together. | Snapshots of the Beatles in Greece, July 1967

1967

mature. 11k.

In 1961, John Lennon and Paul McCartney left abruptly on a trip to Spain, via France. In 1967, they finally come home to face the consequences.

I Do

explicit. 73k. A collection of stories about John and Paul’s developing relationship, with weddings as the theme for the day.

The First Year

explicit. 19k. Get back to where you once belonged. note from meee: since this summary doesn't explain much- it's the first year of them knowing each other.

filling the cracks that ran through the door (by @wronglennon hello aoife)

mature. 4k. user-only. paul/stu centric. John and Stu are in a fight.

always, no sometimes

explicit. 20k. user-only. Stolen moments from a single year. Or: four times someone nearly found John and Paul together, and the one time they found each other. Set around the recording of Sgt. Pepper, 1966.

[whaleofatjme1920]

Task Force 141 with a Small/Flat Chested Reader

[Task Force 141 x F!Reader]

[Warnings: I mean, I talk about tits what more can you expect? It's pretty NSFW, so MINORS GET OUT.]

[AN: iykyk, yk? Anyways. Love the IBTC just bc I think that's cute and I'm in a mood to show this community love <3]

Reblogs are appreciated!

Captain John Price

I think he has a slight size kink, not too big but small tits play into it. Yes ofc he loves all tits but small tits just look so lovely to him. If you wear any bras or whatever, he's staring for the outline. The same thing if you don't wear anything, he might catch a glimpse of your nipples poking through and he likes that. Won't outright say it though.

Loves whenever you wear low necklines, like v necks, scoops, things that show off your chest.

If you wear long necklaces that dip in between? ohohoh. He can't help but stare and whisper the dirtiest things in your ear.

I think he really liked to hug you from behind and playfully rub his hands upwards from your stomach to your chest.

Isn't it cute how his whole hand can envelop them? He really likes to grope you. Especially laying in bed and he spoons you, hands come up? Boom, gotta grab the titty.

Absolutely feral over them. Any insecurities get washed away by how much he wants to touch you and how he compliments you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

I feel like he's a huge thigh guy but your tits are pretty hot to him. Thinks they're super elegant with the way they fit in certain clothes.

He stares. He cannot stop staring. He's feel his face heat whenever you catch him and he covers it in the dorkiest ways possible.

Idk I feel like he's really,,,, silly? With the way he loves your tits. Can't really explain it but just know he's kinda silly.

I think he loves to rest his head on your chest and take naps. But he'll also start kissing just to get you flustered.

He gets pretty sad if you get sad or feel any self doubt over your tits. He really loves how they fit you and how they look once clothes come off.

He has a special love for whenever you wear cute bras or bralettes, whatever makes you happiest I guarantee he's in love with.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

He's super immature about the way he loves your tits. Like, wolf whistles whenever you wear something a little more revealing, makes raunchy comments, it's gotta make you bashful because he thinks that's cute.

Love love loves to suck on your nipples. Like, I don't know he strikes me as a strong titty guy and small tits make him feral.

He'll bite gently because his bitemarks on your tits make him blush. Big on squeezing and generally worshipping that part of your body. And like Gaz, he just LOVES to stare.

Though I think he doesn't actually like the long necklaces? And it's not that he doesn't like that but rather he thinks they detract from your chest just a bit.

He's the world's best hype man. Feeling insecure? Societal standards telling you that you need more? No worries, he's gonna squash all of that in a heartbeat.

You ever see that one vine that was like, 'take them titties out bc I'm trying to see them?' He's,,, the embodiment of that. Good luck ever wearing a shirt for more than a few hours around him when you're relaxing together at home.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

yeah idk about you guys but I think Ghost has HUGE size kink. And to be fair, he kinda looms over everyone but your small tits really put his size kink into high gear.

He's always going to be cupping, rubbing and sucking your tits or at least dreaming about the moment he can again. Loves having you underneath him so he can watch your chest rise and fall, see every part of you but focus on your nipples especially.

He likes how you look in outfits as well, they accentuate your body and make you look gorgeous to him. Also a big fan of necklines that go low. But he also enjoys knowing he's the only man who can touch you there.

Loves when you lay on top of him to cuddle. Something about your chests pressed together is intimate and romantic to him? He wouldn't call it romantic, more like relaxing. He likes physical touch but it takes a while to get there.

Thinks aesthetically, that you're gorgeous. I think he sketches in his spare time, I can't actually remember if that was,,, confirmed or not? maybe I'm hallucinating but he sketches in his spare time and he's drawn your chest before.

He thinks you're beautiful. No part of you needs to change or bend to societal pressures. Insecurity tends to melt away when you're with him because he just... gets you. Knows what to say and how to say it in such a way that it's comforting and sweet.

[emo-gremlin]

Yandere Puzzles or John Does reaction to someone flirting with the reader?

Yandere! Mr. Puzzles & John Doe x Reader!

Trigger warnings: general Yandere behavior, slight mentions of drugging (it doesn't actually happen, but it is talked about), SA (not graphic, mainly non-consentual touching from a 3rd party) Fighting in a public place.

🖥 To say he's angry is an understatement.

🖥 You both were having a nice time at the bar, chatting about the latest films and TV shows when you went up to get another round of drinks for you both.

🖥 Then some bastard scum started talking to you at the counter. You were laughing and blushing.

🖥 HOW DARE HE?! DIDN'T HE SEE THE NECKLACE WITH HIS LOGO ON IT?! YOU WERE TAKEN. YOU WERE HIS.

🖥 He felt a wave of relief wash over him when you returned to your table. "Are you alright, love?" You asked. "You seem upset."

🖥 How could he be mad at you? That sweet, beautiful look of concern on your face reassured him that you only had eyes for him.

🖥 "I'm fine my star." He replied. "That," He tried not to grit his teeth, "Gentleman didn't make you uncomfortable, did he?" He asked sweetly, holding your hand.

🖥 "Eh...I mean...He did kinda...Say something about being careful to watch my drink. He said a pretty face like mine...could get....uh..." He stopped you.

🖥 He was trying so hard to not get furious. WHAT ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH WOULD COMPELL ANYONE TO SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! AND SO FUCKING BOLDLY NONETHELESS?!

🖥 "Do you want me to say something, my star?" He questioned kindly.

🖥 You thought a moment. "No, it's ok. I...I don't wanna cause any trouble. I think he was pretty drunk anyway."

🖥 God, you were so kind and caring. It's what drew him to you in the first place.

🖥 After a few more drinks, he took you home, making sure you were sound asleep before he left your apartment to "take care" of the drunkard.

🖥 You woke up with a pounding hangover, finding your lover watching the news. Apparently someone got alcohol poisoning at the bar you two were at last night. Poor guy didn't make it.

🖥 Mr. Puzzles smiled. No one who talks to you like that gets to live another day. He'd make sure of it.

John Doe

🔪 You two had agreed to meet at a club that night. He'd never been to one, and you wanted to show him.

🔪 You got all glitzed up, anyone could tell how hot you were. Your clothes hugging you just right.

🔪 John arrived as his usual self, but did at least try to neaten up his hair a bit for you.

🔪 You two were dancing when someone came up behind you, grabbing your hips. "Hey, sexy. How about you leave this loser and come to the VIP section with me?"

🔪 You immediately try to get away, but his grip is too tight. "Come on, sugar." His hand dips down to your thigh. "No. Please." You whispered.

🔪 John looked over to you, confused at first as to why you were standing so...still. It was when he saw a hand move from your hip to hover over your crotch that he stepped in.

🔪 Immediately, you were ripped from the creep's grasp. John's eyes boring into the man. "Touch them again, and I won't be so nice."

🔪 You think John might have pulled something getting you away. Your arm hurt, but you could still move it.

🔪 "Oh yeah? You and what fucking army, pest?" The guy replied.

🔪 John had already walked towards you, about to ask if you were hurt when a hand grabbed his shoulder. "Do you know who I fucking am?! I own this club!" A fist launched itself into John's face.

🔪 "JOHN!" You cried, seeing his skin tear on impact.

🔪 John straightened himself, a flap of his skin peeled away to show hair puffing out of it. "We're leaving." He told you, gently grabbing your hand and ignoring the indignant yelling of the asshole as he took you home.

🔪 You kept apologizing for what happened, but all you got in response was concern for yourself.

🔪 He waited until you had fallen asleep before heading back to the club.

🔪 The creep was still there.

🔪 The morning news reported the disappearance of the owner of a local club. A ball of hair cuddling up to you, weirdly...damp.

🔪 Thankfully you didn't notice the bloodstains on your red sheets.

Enjoy!

[jonathansims-answers]

Statement of Oliver John, regarding.. the door, I guess? I don't know, not sure why I agreed to do this, there isn't even really anything to investigate, but my friend, uh, Charlie Smith, insisted when I told them about it.

So, uh.. Christ, where do I start- it started after Christmas Eve a couple years ago, when I was seventeen- for reference I'm currently eighteen, nineteen in July, so this was about two and a half years ago, now, I think- Anyways, Christmas Eve that year, unfortunately for me, landed on a Sunday, so my mother- her name's Brooke- forced me to go to church with the rest of the family.

Now, for context, I *hate* church, always have, ever since I was a child. It's nothing with the religion, or the- the God, that bothers me it's just.. well, it's really just being in the building itself, having to attend service, all that. It gets, just, so *boring* the kind of boredom that feels like it's worse than just being dead. Usually it helps to bring my own book to read, but sometimes it's all just so *loud* that I can't focus. This was one of those times, and it was.. it was bad. I won't go into details, but.. well, the only reason I'm still alive is because the chain of my necklace broke... I was so desperate to just get all the noise to stop..

Uh, sorry, that might've gotten a little vent-y Anyways, uh, after.. after that, I got up to go to the bathroom. It's one of the only quiet places in the building, all the other rooms have a speaker so you can still hear the preacher going on about some religious jargon. I just needed to get away from it-

Now, the bathrooms in my church are each set on opposite sides of a small hallway, with a Jesus painting in the middle- never liked that painting, it's the kind where it feels like the eyes are following you- anyways, when I went to go into the women's room, something stopped me. The painting was gone. And it wasn't just a blank wall where it'd been, there was just- a whole third door in its place. It didn't have any label indicating it was a new unisex bathroom or anything, it was just- just a random door. Now, I'll admit, my curiosity gets the better of me sometimes, and this was one of those times, but I didn't mean to actually go through it- I just wanted to peek, wanted to see what was inside, but I- I guess I stumbled or something? Because suddenly I was through the door and in this- this hallway. I couldn't see the end of it, and this was before I got my cane, so walking down all that way would've *hurt,* and I decided it wasn't worth it. It was.. quiet, though. So I kinda just sat in there for a bit. Not sure how long it was, didn't have any way of keeping time, but eventually I went back out and the service was over. My mom was pissed, thinking I just stayed in the bathroom the whole time to skip the service. She wasn't technically wrong, I guess.

The door started showing up again, after that. Not too often, but any time I was in any kind of overstimulating situation, it would just- be there, even when it shouldn't. For some reason, I've never properly questioned it, just thought "huh, weird," and then went through to sit in the quiet. After I got my cane, I actually started going on little walks through those corridors. I always find my way out, though..

I've graduated, now. Still living at home, having trouble finding a job, still can't drive- and I- I know this is all relatively normal stuff for an eighteen year old, but my parents keep- keep hounding on me for all of it, and it just makes me feel like.. well, like shit. Doesn't help that I think my legs are getting worse, which just makes me more useless.. It all me want to just.. disappear, sometimes..

The door's there more often now, even when it's quiet. It disappears whenever anyone else comes in, of course, but once they leave, it's back. I've been going in there more often... It's.. it's safe, it feels safe, and it's quiet, and my legs don't hurt as much in that hallway... Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just.. didn't come out one day.. if I just.. stayed.. just.. kept walking.. hm..

(saw you reply to a statement ask and thought it'd be fun to write my own, sorry if it's not very good, writing isn't my forte, but I enjoyed it)

Right.. Oliver. Excuse me? Eyes back over here please. Don't stay in. Don't go back in. I know I don't seem like a trustworthy person. However, I am just about done with people entering this office and becoming a new face for the spiral. Eh.. mr Jonathan?

....

Supplemental: Oliver just left my office. They didn't say much else. Just a dazed nod. I told you the Spiral is doing something. The statements seem to often be about doors. I must stay extra vigilant. Warn the others about it as well.

Signed, J. Sims.

Headarchivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

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Captain John 'Bravo Six' Price Headcanons

Part One!

Words: 500~

TW: None (sfw)

Part Two

Okay! Here are the promised headcanons!

The brainrot is intense for these boys rn, so the volume of headcanons kinda got outta hand. I didn't wanna slam y'all with the full 800+ words of headcanons that I've made for Price alone, so I decided that I'll post half now and half later.

That said, Thank you all again for the Huge response my poll got, and without further ado onto the The Headcanons!

His preferred drink is Green Tea with a spoonful of honey. He loves getting to sit, relax, and slowly sip his way through a nice hot cup of tea. If he’s in a rush or just needs to wake up he drinks coffee instead.

Takes his coffee with the smallest bit of sugar and no milk. His team argues that three grains of sugar can't make any difference, but Price insists that he doesn't like coffee straight black, he needs that bit of sweetness. The team once tested him by switching out his coffee for an identical cup of straight black coffee. Price's disgusted spluttering showed them that he can indeed easily taste the difference.

Cannot just sit down and do nothing. Always needs to be doing something. This man is a category five putterer. Just goes about absently neatening up, putting things back where they belong, pulling books forward to be level with the edge of the shelf, squaring papers with the corner of the table, wiping down the surfaces, adjusting his kit so it’s settled properly. He’ll do the same to the team as well. Mindlessly untwisting straps, pulling tight buckles, zipping pouches, pulling down the rucked-up hem of Ghost’s mask, straightening Gaz’s cap, correcting a stray hair in Soap’s warhawk.

The absolute worst at remembering names, constantly asking the team what this or that person's name is. Has a little notebook full of reminders that are only useful to him, the privates and FNGs think he's marking down performance notes, but he's just desperately trying to remember that one rookie's name before they leave eyesight. “Price, this just says ‘Michaels - Red Hat’, do you expect him to always wear a red hat?” “No, but I remember the hat, then I remember the face that was wearing the hat, and that face is Michaels'.” “Price, that makes no sense.” “Give that back and get. Have you nothing better to do? Go on, get!”

Paints his nails. He got a voucher for a free spa day as a birthday present one year, it included hot-rock therapy, mud-baths, a massage, and a mani-pedi. He went into it with a ‘fuck it, when in rome’ mentality and just said yes to everything while he was there. They explained that gel-polish is hardier and longer lasting than regular polish, without being super hard to remove like acrylics, so he went with gel-polish. At the time he just got a clear polish, but these days he does it himself and wears whatever colours he wants to. Has his own polishes and his own little uv lamp and everything. He could die on a mission tomorrow, he doesn't have time for your small minded ideas about masculinity. Before he was Captain of the 141, he actually got written up by a superior, not for wearing polish, but for wearing a nail-polish colour that wasn't a colour that's in regulation.

Loves water. Yes in the staying hydrated sense, but mainly in the swimming sense. He grew up with a creek behind his house and he spent every spare moment he could splashing around in it. To this day his favourite place is the beach, or anywhere with a body of water. A swimming pool is a poor replacement in his opinion, but he'll take what he can get.

Constantly loses track of time in the shower, his personal water bill is consistently exorbitant. When he doesn't have time to spare he sets a timer, when it beeps at 5 minutes it reminds him he needs to actually start washing up, and when it goes off at 10 minutes he forces himself to get out. When he has the time he sets the timer for 30 minutes.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

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