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Could we have some of your Lamb head canons please?
I'm going with my modern au because it's my little obsession right now sijssj
I'm cutting the post so it wouldn't be so long. The whole description is below
So the whole thing with Old Faith as the most powerful religion and Bishops is mostly the same like in the game. The world looks similar to our in 1700s, sheep was hunted down over the decades and Lambert was in the group of the last ones. That group was caught and killed, Lamb was lucky enough to be outside the camp at this time but they didn't enjoy their freedom for so long. As a single sheep it was hard to survive on their own
Lamb seeing their wife for the first time sjsbsjsh
Lamber was caught some time later by bounty hunters. However, an accident happened when Lamb tried to escape one night - there were shot in the stomach badly enough that further travel was impossible without them bleeding out. So since Lamb was going to die anyway, the bounty hunters figured out they'd at least bring Old Faith their head. They didn't wait for Lamb to bleed out first, so that death wasn't fast or easy.
First years as a cult leader weren't easy. Taking care of the flock, learning how to fight, figuring out how rituals work, it was a lot for young Death's vessel. Lamb couldn't get used to their new role for some time. But Ratau was a huge help, beloved rat-dad was as much supportive as he could
After their first century as cult leader, Lamb began to feel comfortable in their role, perhaps a little to much I would say. Their grow their wool and started to pay more attention to their appearance and to the things that brought them pleasure. They started to fully enjoy their immortal life, to be too self-confident focused too much on themselves. They liked being in the center of attention, with the flock fully devoted to them. They even started to add a new tattoo with every kill of a Bishop or their the most devoted followers (as a trophy)
Beginning of XX century, Lamb become TOWW's little killing machine, no fear of death or pain. Ready to die, just to stand up and go killing again. They were fully devoted to Narinder in the most toxic way, ready to do absolutely everything just to make their god satisfied. Lamb didn't even realize how obsessed they were with Narinder at that time
Modern times, with Narinder already indoctrinated into the cult. Lamb as a selfish, egocentric, ready to do everything to achieve their goals bastard. Still unhealthy devoted to Narinder but this time in a different way - on one hand madly in love with him, on the other hating him with all their heart because of he did to them. Either way both of those strong feelings keep them close to him
Jeez this post took me more time to write than to draw djdbdjdj I'm soooo bad at writing
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NSFW
warning: teasing, prey and predator play
A/N: this is a kofi request~
As if being mated to a kitsune wasnât hard enough, he had recently started playing tricks on you almost daily. Before you could handle the occasionally missing sock or jumpscare, but now he was practically bullying you.
When your kitsune wanted something, he always lowered his head and settled his nose on your knee, looking up through his eyelashes. Even though you were getting irritated with his mischievous behavior, you still loved the guy.
âAre you upset with me?â he asked, nosing your knee gently. âIâm just playing around⊠itâs boring being cooped up in hereâŠâ
You sighed, knowing he wasnât wrong. There had been a sudden blizzard, leaving the two of you trapped in your small cabin by the woods for the time being.
â⊠I know. Itâs just⊠it gets a bit annoying being nipped at and chased. I know you have a lot of energy, but-â
His attention was suddenly drawn away from the conversation, and he nearly leaped towards the window. There was a bird outside, and now thatâs all he could think about.
You huffed, whining at him as he bolted to the window to scratch at it, his orange tail swaying behind him.
âYouâre impossibleâŠâ
Though some would assume your mate was scatterbrained, he was actually quite clever. The tricks he played on you required him to be cunning and intelligent, and oftentimes you could never guess what he was going to do next.
Sometimes he enjoyed chasing you. He got the zoomies often, nearly bouncing off the walls as he gave chase. It was scary, yet strangely arousing to see him treat you like prey.
âLittle bunny~â
He often called you that when he was feeling mischievous. Deciding to get it over with, you rolled your eyes and walked towards the bedroom.
He was completely bare, cock erect and twitching slightly as he nearly purred at the sight of you.
âIâve missed youâŠâ
âY-you just saw me- wait, why are you naked!?â
He chuckled, crawling across the comforter, his tail swaying behind him as he reached you at the foot of the bed.
âAll these questions⊠arenât you pent up? You know, us kitsunes know a lot about the human bodyâŠâ
He ran a finger down your side, making you shiver. His claw barely scraped your sensitive skin. âMmm⊠you know, if I didnât love you so much Iâd just⊠devour you whole~â
He leaned forward to brush his sharp teeth against your neck. You could feel his cock press against your belly, the tip dripping precum. â⊠teasing meâŠâ
A smile stretched out across his face, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. âAm I? Mmm, I donât think I am. Maybe youâre just⊠a sensitive little thing. Most humans areâŠâ
He bit down on your neck, causing you let let out a yelp of pain. His tongue lapped up your blood, his eyes narrowed as he groaned. âGod⊠you make it so difficult, darling. Every woman Iâve ever met has ended up eaten by me⊠but now Iâve formed a mating bond with youâŠâ
His fox ears twitched as he purred, pulling you into his lap so his tip could rub against your clothed cunt. âPretty thing, making me so soft for you⊠oh, how excited I get when I chase youâŠâ
Suddenly, he was pinning you down, letting out a yip as you struggled and squirmed. He loved watching you struggle like a helpless bunny beneath him.
Like prey.
âThatâs itâŠâ he murmured, keeping your wrists pinned above you with one hand as the other pulled off your panties.
âKeep strugglingâŠâ
He pumped his fingers in and out of you, cooing in a teasing manner as you whined. âSomeone is being a needy little thing. You want more, hmm?â
You lip wobbled, and you lifted your hips to press into his hand, desperate for him. âPleaseâŠâ
He purred at the sight of your desperation, pushing his cock into you without warning. His thrusts were fast and unforgiving, his fluffy orange tail swaying behind him.
You could only whimper and moan, squirming beneath him.
âIsnât this what you wanted, princess? You wanted to be fucked like the helpless little prey you are, didnât you? Canât even talkâŠâ
He pressed kisses into your neck as you came around him, milking his cock. The kitsune quite enjoyed teasing you, but after planting his seed in your belly, he always became incredibly soft.
âSweet thingâŠâ he murmured, kissing at the bites he left along your neck and shoulders. âYou know Iâd never eat you, right? You may be sweet, but I prefer to enjoy your taste through⊠different meansâŠâ
To repay all the reading, he dipped his head between your legs to lap up your juices and his cum. It all mixed together, and watching him taste his own cum was pretty hot.
âââââââ
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ââââ â± â â° Evidence of a criminal bond- part one
â âč â± â â° âč â
enemies to lovers at the detectives office
Jeon Jungkook has been your annoying coworker at the detectiveÂŽs office for what feels like ages. What happens when he gets assigned as your partner against crime for seoulsÂŽs ongoing case of the masked serial killer? Will a vulcano and a tornado manage to find peace in each others chaos, while trying to catch the person responsible for the horror unleashed upon the nation?
content warning: please keep in mind this au revolves around the job as a criminal detective, therefore dealing with darker topics, including sensitive topics such as SA, m^rder, assault, robbery, blackmail, sex work, trauma, therapy.
A large portion of this work is fiction, while some aspects also have valid foundations in actual crime cases as well as psychologically related crime studies and research
further content: slow burn, angst, misunderstandings, comfort, eventual smut, trying to work it out for each other, a lot of plot/work focus, side characters such as officer Kim Namjoon and criminal psychologist Park Jimin, good ending
no taglist! - sorry for misspellings and typos!!
â âč â± â â° âč â
6:53 am
Static buzzing sounds around the entire office, a hasty jog through the chattered people and with a slam of your big leather bag to your slightly decorated desk, finally, you arrive at work.
the ordinary, bustling with people in cool blazers and coffes, couple cops and a large story board cluttered with red marker and pictures, at least that's what the countless shows make it out to be,
it wasn't like that in real life
While, surely, there are an array of different people having serious conversations, while there may the occasional cop visit, this whole, rushed overly analyzed office doesn't come close to your neat workspace.
Days mostly consist of reading through the piles upon piles of boring paperwork left by your superiors and attorneys, or investigating some string of robberies that are operated by biker gangs,
Some prostitution rings disguised as karaoke bars or massage parlors,
Nothing like a serial killer, no nothing even close has hit your very own, very organized desk in the span of your bloomed carreer
In fact, seoul hasn't seen an unpleasant visitor like that in 30 long years, three full decades
Wind rushes through the heated room as a window opens down the hall, most likely in an effort to flush out the stress that spans throughout the people- yesterdays events have left the investigation sleepless, having seen the on scene cops and crime scene investigators while passing through the door,
It was fairly easy to tell who it was,
a souless, empty glaze clouds their colorful irises- dark, deep circles making it clear that these people were there when it happened
"What the fuck did you do Hwang?"
your head shoots up, locking eyes with someone you did not wish to see right when starting your shift- with the entire department working on a serial killer case, irritated and occupied with following a majority baseless leads- the last thing you need is him.
"Thats quite the different tone from yesterday Jeon"
he scoffs, cocking his head while pushing his hands deeper into the pockets of his darkwash jeans
"Yeah? Well i called you and-" he sighs, "Explicitly told you not to take the case didn't I?" you nod, irritated at his obvious anger that you knew you had absolutely no business in,
you didn't take the case, hell, you had just arrived at the office
"look, it's too early to blame your issues on me-"
"Blame?" the disbelief in his tone messes with your already risen cortisol, only deepening the wrinkles of your frown, probably prolonging the sprouting of grey hair on your scalp.
"Hwang? Jeon? You already received the order?"
The monotone voice of your superior, also known as chief, makes both of your heads turn to face him in all his pale, 6'2" middle aged glory, the suddeness creating a small Oasis of peace between the two of you, stopping your petty argument for a bit
You had now wished that this blatant, confusing misunderstanding will be easily dissolved,
"There must have been a mix up" he states, his face curling into the typical shit eating grin that is etched into his features, like clockwork, it always appeared whenever he thought he was in the right.
the bubble of hope bursts in a split second, stabbed in full force
"As partners?" you blurt out, eyes practically bulging from your skull, the absurd implication of being Jungkook's partner makes your chief sigh, nodding his head in something you can only label disappointment
"Yes. I deem both of you as highly qualified, young individuals. i'm sure i don't need to remind you how serious this is" the chief explains, the same monotone voice now sounding like a cruel joke, however the lack of sleep and evident annoyance plastered on his face doesn't allow room for further complications
As expected, it earns him a shake from Jungkook's head, looking down and taking a breath to prepare himself to complain,
You were faster,
"We will do it. Thank you chief"
your heartbeat hammers in your chest, almost making you feel sick,
It isn't solely that now, you're being responsible for this huge nation wide case,
As abstract and insignificant as it may sound, alongside that, you're facing the difficult task of working with detective Jeon
"I am relying on your ability to stay professional and not let your personal fuedes get in the way" chief gestures his fingers between the two of you, resting his droopy eyes half lidded on yours, haunted by the Terrors of the previous night as he strides off,
Looking over to you newly aquired partner, he looks back at you with a clenched jaw, meeting your tranquill gaze as he speaks,
"Unbelieveable"
11:23 pm
You find out that working with him is in fact, difficult.
15 long hours had passed since your mangled, conjoined mess of what can be roughly considered as partnership had started,
This would have been hundretfold less hair pulling without the countless complains and microagressions,
"Can you move? I can't read this"
you huff, pushing the rolling chair further to the side of your desk, creating even more of a chasm beetween your two bodies,
This reffering to the monster of a case file that had ben handed to you- consisting of every possible report, witness statement, newspaper, autopsy report, possible subject you name it,
it was there- written somwhere in the horribly unorganized pile of paperwork
It slumps down your heavy shoulders, weight down by the hope and responsibility over the country,
"I can't get a read on this bastard" he utters, shutting his eyes. The same frustration that courses through your veins also shows on him and the way he rubs his forhead with his large hands,
The issue is, surprisingly there is nothing in this everything,
"Me neither. The witness statements all contradict themselves and there isn't anything helpful in the other reports" he watches you erratically reorganize the papers for the hundreth time, humming in agreement,
While you had been sitting at this bitingly cold, empty office for the past 15 hours, analyzing every line- reading between them, speculating upon the relevancy of each syllable, on duty officers are being chased around the city like headless chicken, led by baseless tips that somehow- always end up in sheer nothingness.
Nonetheless, you had read every word, soaked up ever piece of Informationen like a greedy sponge without a filter,
Jungkook is on his third cup of coffee, stratically pacing his caffeine intake to maximise his ability to stay awake,
"The department that had this case before us were nutjobs" he says, making you let out a small laugh, a rare occasion which cuts through tension and inevitable irritation that corresponds with this unexpected partnership
A long sigh of desperation follows as you recall what you have managed to gather in the past 15 hours, recalling the possible profiling there is to make on your killer,
Witnesses all contradict each other apart from stating that the victims had been in contact with an ominous man previous to their deaths caused by the rivers ghost- that man presumably being him
"All we have is his patterns. Women, all dismembered and thrown in the river" you tell him, leaning back in your chair with your arms crossed over your chest,
he nods, granting you a look,
"Very throughly dismembered it says in the autopsies, clean cuts at the right spots. That sick creep must be a surgeon or something" jungkook adds, swiping through his hair
"Yeah, or a butcher" you agree, retracting your mind to the details of the killings. There had been no traces of dna found any where on the crime scene, no hair, fingerprints even scraps of clothes- something rarely seen in murders no matter how premeditated- even if the perpetrator had worn gloves, leaving without a speck is practically impossible,
how does he do it?
Aditionally, by how meticulously dismembered the body parts were, it transmitts the notion that the killer must be experienced,
"Possibly cumpulsions? He's uncharactaristically clean" your question makes jungkook think for a second, contemplating, "i figured. But that usually implies a history of mental illness"
"Yeah, and that narrows it down if he's on file"
you pause, "We should look into that"
He hums before turning the bright screen of your pc torwards him, guiding the mouse along the pad,
"The only reliable witnisses we have are the on scene cops. Let me write a email for an interview" he whispers, prominently groaning as you pry the mouse away from his hands, rolling your eyes at him
"Let me write it, it's my pc" your voice falls into a lower grumble,
"Oh okay miss, didn't know i couldn't use your pc, partner" jungkooks lips turn into a mocking grin, you lamely tell him to shut up
he pushes himself away from the desk, sliding the rolling chair back as he releases himself from the suffocating shakles of a long shift,
"I'm leaving. Another hour of this and i'm going insane" as he puts on his thick black coat, the dim light above you flickers, without a further note, his presence leaving subsides, resulting to your solitude inside the four walls of the eceptionally empty, staticly buzzing office
Your fingers type away at the keyboard, the blue, bright light eliciting from the screen strains your exhausted eyes with all their might, in the email directed towards your loyal friends and helpers, youÂŽre practically begging them for an interview the following day
As you finally press send, your face crashes down into your hands- fingers rubbing the crumbled remains of what once was your mascara into your skin, highlighting the lack of rest you so clearly suffer from
With the obnoxiously loud sound of heels clicking on the floor and the shutting of the floor hall doors, the department falls entirely empty,
gushes of frosting wind hit your skin upon your exit already inhaling the smoke from your freshly lit cigarette, you attempt to make the trainride home to pass in the blink of an eye by disassociating into thought, thoughts that expectedly, revolve around what you had spend the past hours of existance with,
It felt surreal, that he must be out here right when you are as well,
In the same city, inhaling the same polluted air
"This stupid woman"
Jungkook pulls into his usual spot down at the apartment block, the tall lights shining a oddly comforting, yellow glimmer on his street
His hands slam on the steering wheel, blowing out air from his puckered lips as his head falls back- final relief, while simultaneously, dreading to be back at work in a meer time of 7 hours
Reverting back to the thought of you, he curses underneath his slightly labored breath,
he doesn't hate you- at least that what he tells himself, in all rationality, his unfounded fascination with your patheticly annoying "i can do it all" attitude is precisely that, unfounded
The keys jingle between his rough fingers, revealing his dark apartment, before a very hungry- playful Doberman greets him with a jump and about a million licks to his hands,
"heeyy bam.. you hungry bro?" Bam barks and Jungkook giggles in return, throwing his coat onto the hanger while the dog strides happily torwards the empty food bowl
On the other side of town, a siren blares- red, blue lights reflect on your fogged up kitchen window as the vehicle speeds down the road,
both of you silently prayed that it wouldn't be his fault once again
#redcherrykook#jeon jungkook#jungkook fanfic#jungkook x reader#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#bts fanfic
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"Oh, good, you are alive." Eddie says as soon as Tommy opens his front door. He pushes his way into the house without waiting for a response, and leaves Tommy blinking at empty space.
"...Sure, come on in," he mutters.
"Would it kill you to answer your phone some time?" Eddie's standing in the living room, hands on his hips, looking at Tommy like he's expecting something.
And Tommy's still lingering in his own doorway, suddenly very aware of how ripe his PJs have gotten. "It's my day off." It's a lame excuse and he knows it. He turns away to shut the door so he won't have to look Eddie in the eye.
"It's been, like, three weeks, man."
Tommy sighs quietly. "Yeah, look, it's just..."
"Is this the part where you tell me you both love me equally and it isn't my fault mommy and daddy are getting divorced." He's being flippant, but there's anger there. Tension in his voice. Tommy's not sure if it's on his own behalf or Evan's. Either would be fair, probably.
No. No, it isn't. It's not fair. He doesn't get to storm in here and judge Tommy's life choices. It's not like he's happy with himself about this, he didn't want to break things off. It just. Didn't work out.
"We don't, Eddie."
"What?"
Tommy folds his arms across his chest. "Love you equally. He needs you more than I do."
"What happened to me being allowed to have more than one friend?"
You know what happened, Tommy wants to snap, wants to be the kind of person who gets so angry he breaks, bleeds the tension out. He wants to untangle the knot that's been tightening in his chest for weeks.
Instead he hunches his shoulders. "Nothing, you have plenty of friends. A whole station of them." Tommy bites the inside of his lip so hard he tastes iron, and his eyes fall shut for a moment while he collects himself. "I was trying to make things easier for you."
Eddie narrows his eyes. "Yeah, nothing easier than getting ghosted. In fact, I love it when people I care about suddenly stop talking to me."
"You know what I meant. You have to take his side."
"Oh, I am. Breaking up with him like that was stupid, and he's really hurt."
Tommy barely contains his wince.
"But you were my friend before you were his boyfriend." Eddie's expression shifts, not quite softening. "I'm not here to defend Buck's honour, I'm here because my friend isn't making good choices and I'm worried about him."
He cried that night three weeks ago. Held off until he'd made it home and then bawled like a child, curled up in the dark and not bothering to wipe the snot from his nose. He hasn't cried since. Not when he found one of Evan's sweaters shoved between the cushions on his couch. Not when a date night reminder he forgot to delete from his phone dinged three days ago. Every time he wakes up to nothing but empty lock-screen he feels a little more hollow thinking about all the texts he used to get in the middle of the night.
But he hasn't been crying about it. Until now.
He's not sure what it is exactly. Something about Eddie refusing to let Tommy stonewall him. Something about all the things he's gone through alone never mattering to anyone. Not enough to warrant more than courtesy comfort.
"Woah, hey, was it something I said?"
Tommy shakes his head, and wipes his cheek with the heel of his hand. "It's been a weird few weeks."
It has, is the thing. He used to be good at being alone. But six months of borrowed time was enough for him to be in a lot deeper than he thought. He doesn't just miss Evan he misses being invited to his family dinners, and hearing about life with the 118.
"How 'bout I drink your beer while you tell me about it."
"...Okay."
#tommy kinard#bucktommy#911 abc#911 spoilers#911 8x06#i went to bed early and very tired but then i couldnt sleep until i got this written#i wanna write actual getting back together fic#but a prelude to that with some bro time will have to do for now#if theres any typos no there arent im going to bed for real now#a raven's writing desk
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Go Ahead & Cry (Iâd Wipe Away All Your Tears)
incl.: nanami, choso, toji, gojo, geto, sukuna
summary: for a group of men who kill for a living, theyâre awfully sweet⊠most of the time.
a/n: ngl iâm writing this bc iâm finally processing the US election results & i just⊠canât deal. my heart goes out to all of you. pls take care of yourselves & enjoy the drabbles đ«¶
Nanami
Nanami would be the first to notice something is off.
Whether youâre both at home and youâre just a bit too quiet, or he hasnât heard from you by his lunch break while at work, something is distinctly off.
He wouldnât be the nosy type, or the type to press. Heâd bring home a sweet treat and a sentimental good (a potted flower, a stuffed animal, something that reminded him of you) without a word.
He wouldnât pity you; far from it. And heâd never want to make you feel like that. So heâd leave the gifts on the coffee table and greet you with a kiss to the forehead, like always.
Heâd sit in silence with you as if nothing was awryâ allow you to feel your emotions. Heâd put on a movie you like, something mindless and upbeat, without asking. Drag you to his chest and hold you there, keeping you warm and grounded in his touch.
If the waterworks start up, heâd rub your back with a large hand and press kisses to the part of your hair.
âThatâs it. Get it out. I know.â
Choso
Choso is either too emotionally in-tune or completely clueless until the tears start.
But when he knows youâre upset, he feels it too.
He gets it wrong a lot of the time, at the beginningâ tries to pry the cause out of you so he can minimize it. In his defence, he does it with good intentions; tries to help you see that the perceived threat is small in the greater scheme of things, that everything will work out.
But when the tears start welling, he knows heâs fucked up.
And god, is he so sweet trying to fix things.
âSo sorryââ
Heâd kiss the salty tears off your cheeks without hesitation.
âHow do I make it stop?â
His bleeding heart is his biggest weakness and his greatest strength.
You wouldnât have to lift a finger for the rest of the day, as he tries to make things up to you. Cooking (though he burns the bottom of the pan), cleaning (though he spills the food and has to clean again), and cuddles would be the itinerary.
Though he loves to be little spoon, heâd let you rest in his arms as long as you need it. And once you find a spot in his arms, he wouldnât dare move.
Toji
Toji is not great with words. Or gifts. Or quality time, really.
Despite his best intentions, he always manages to fuck it up somehow. Usually by minimizing your feelings with a âwhat now?â or a ââs not a big deal.â or a ânothinâ to cry over.â
Itâs not his fault you cry over the little things & that you look so cute doing it. Those fat tears and reddened cheeks scratch the sadistic part of his brain so good.
That being said, heâs learned what you like over the years. Even stopped scoffing when he senses youâre feeling down.
No, heâs developed a plan.
At the first signs of distress (heâs gotten really good at recognizing these), heâs got you in his arms. If heâs at work, you better bet heâs speeding things up and hauling his ass back.
He wrestles you into his big clothes; donât even think about fighting him on this. He wants you comfy and cozy. Heâd be setting you up on the couch, dragging the comforter down from the bedroom to wrap you up. Heâd sit there with you for hours, massaging your feet or calves and ordering food in. Your favourite fast foodâ and a whole lotta ice cream.
Donât take advantage of his kindness though; heâs still Toji. Any snide comments, and heâd be quick to snap back.
âShut up nâ let me take care of ya.â
Gojo
Gojoâs a little⊠misguided when cheering people up most of the time. That is, unless you find his goofy antics comforting.
Heâs known for draping himself over shoulders obnoxiously, pinching and pulling cheeks, and light jabs that crack (only) him up.
When that doesnât work, itâs a quick fixâ thanks to the seemingly unending pit of his black card.
Gojo Satoru, at his core, is a gift giver.
Nothing pleases him more than sharing things with you that he thinks will bring you joyâ whether thatâs an expensive physical present or a luxurious vacation abroad.
Heâs wrapped around your little fingers and a sniffle would have him buckling at the knees and fumbling for his wallet.
While this might look like a cop outâ a way to get out of emotional intelligence dutyâ itâs just one part of his approach. The man is actually quite sensitive and understanding once you dig beneath the layers of persona. And he can be surprisingly matureâ though heâd never want to show that side to most of the world.
Heâd always listen to your yapping, validating your feelingsâ heâd take your side always. And he is a pro at shit-talking. At the end of it, you always come out feeling a little bit better. A little bit stronger.
You are the strongest together, after all.
Geto
Suguru is a problem-solver.
Heâd sit and motion for you to lay your head on his thighs. Long elegant fingers would make gentle work of your roots and scalp, and the tension would be melting away. When youâre relaxed enough to breathe, heâd want to hear all the venting.
âNow do you want solutions or just my ear?â
Heâs your rock; always puts things into perspective if you ask. Heâs always got adviceâ though sometimes clouded by bias. Still, itâs nice to have someone to bounce ideas off of. Someone who actually listens.
Understands.
The flipside, however, is the darkness you find in him. He understands what to do because heâs hurt too. You can see it in the way he carries himself, in the bags under his eyes and the shake of his hands on the bad days.
But you care for him like he cares for youâ braid his hair back, let him talk it out, gift whatever advice you can muster.
And as soon as youâre both feeling better, youâd be getting crĂȘpes with the girls.
Sukuna
The King of Curses does not understand human sadness.
Perhaps he had empathy for it, centuries ago, before he became the Two-faced Spectre.
But now, seeing you upset, all he can think of is how pathetic tears look in reddened eyes.
Heâd wipe them away with a big thumb, clicking his tongue.
âUnsightly, pathetic little thing.â
Yet, the way he speaks down to you holds a softness. A protective nature he rarely gives voice to.
Heâd treat you like a porcelain doll; a prized possession. No measure was inconvenient when it came to appeasing youâ though heâd be quick to reprimand entitlement. And vehemently deny any sort of feeling towards you.
When the tears come, heâd be signalling for Uraume to draw a bath and cook your favourite. Youâd find your room tidied, trinkets left on the foot of your bed as if dragged in by a wild animalâ an ornate dagger, gold jewellery, incense.
He wasnât one to demonstrate affectionâ but heâd keep you close on the tough days. Whether it be making a seat for you on one of his hulking thighs or allowing you to sleep in his quarters, heâd allow you to do as you please.
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Might not finish this, so have a quick ~800 word landussy drabble:
Lando grimaces, shoving a hand down his race suit to pluck at his fireproof bottoms while cursing his biology.
Being an omega can be fun sometimes, but itâs so extremely inconvenient when heâs in pre-heat and meant to get in the car in less than ten minutes. His fireproofs are fucking glued to his pussy lips with slick.
Of course, Oscar notices.
âDonât,â Lando grumbles, glaring at his mate as soon as he opens his mouth. âI canât wait for this to be fucking over.â
When Oscar blessedly doesnât say anything, only sending a comforting flare of pheromones his way, Lando wants nothing more than to cry. Damn these hormones. Theyâre fucking ruining everything.
The car is scorching hot, just two laps in, and it takes every bit of concentration and focus for Lando to drive it, all while his pre-heat brain is absolutely killing him. Not once has he ever taken a piss in the cockpit, but all the slick pooling between his legs is arguably worse.
If only he hadnât forgotten to take his suppressants.
Social media is going to crucify him for finishing just shy of the podium when he started from third, but he canât bring himself to care. Heâs almost glad he doesnât have to bother with podium celebrations as soon as he puts his car in parc fermĂ© and jumps out to get weighed.
He doesnât have to worry about being underweight when there has to be a kiloâs worth of slick in his suit.
âJust this and then media duties,â Oscar murmurs, putting a comforting hand on the small of his back and rubbing it. âHold on for me?â
Lando nods, resisting the temptation to bury his nose in the crook of his mateâs neck and inhale his sweaty, musky scent. Oscarâs looking a bit flushed with his hair sticking to his forehead, and Lando wants to devour him whole.
âAlpha,â he purrs. âFuck, Iâm aching for your knot.â
âHalf an hour, Lando,â Oscar promises.
Lando doesnât want to wait half an hour. He wants Oscarâs knot now. âFuck. Fuck. You didnât end on the podium either. Was it my fault?â
Oscar waits for him to finish weighing before shaking his head and replying, âDonât worry about it. Bad strategy calls.â
âFuck.â
âThatâs a lot of fucks,â he jokes. âSave some for after.â
Lando laughs incredulously. He can always trust his mate to distract him from the growing pains in his abdomen.
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Finally back in their hotel room, Lando all but throws himself at his mate, moaning into his mouth as soon as the door shuts with a click.
Oscar catches him because heâs such a good alpha, hoisting him up and carrying him to the bed. Lando gasps as the jeans he hastily pulled on are tugged down his legs and tossed carelessly aside.
âGod,â Oscar groans, staring at the apex of Landoâs thighs. He can see the shape of Landoâs wet cunt through his knickers where the near-translucent fabric is practically molded to his slick folds.
Lando wants to tell him to stop staring and do something, but all coherent thought leaves his mind, and all he can do is squeal and clamp his thighs around Oscarâs head at the first touch of his lips to the center of his body.
The noise that leaves Oscarâs mouth, vibrating against Landoâs clothed pussy, is almost feral in nature, and Lando gasps, realizing that Oscar is much better at hiding the symptoms of his pre-rut. He was so preoccupied by the hot flashes of arousal making it impossible for him to even stand upright that he didnât notice the thick, luscious scent wafting off of his mate.
Oh, but Oscarâs mouthâŠ
âAlpha!â Lando cries, trying to shove Oscarâs face away from his soaked knickers in vain. âYou canât- we canât-â
Oscar hums in acknowledgement but continues to suck a hickey into his thigh.
âOscar, I forgot to take my suppressants- oh!â
The last thing Landoâs heat-ridden brain wants is for Oscar to stop, even if thereâs a significant risk of pregnancy if he knots him in rut.
But would pregnancy be the worst thing to happen to him?
Giving in, Lando spreads his legs a little more, moaning as Oscar peels his underwear away. The damp cotton sticks to his folds, and he has to bite his own fingers to muffle his scream at the first lap of Oscarâs tongue against him.
Oscar didnât even wait to get rid of the rest of Landoâs clothes, but it makes Lando feel so much more insane knowing his mate was so eager to taste him that he didnât even bother with foreplay or anything else.
The thought alone is enough to make him come, and the continued tease of Oscar's tongue against his clit, sending aftershocks of pleasure coursing through his body, makes his back arch clear off the bed.
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âšHis true fate - Part 29/?âš
Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ÂŽformerÂŽ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Language, age gap
Word Count: 8642
A/N: English isnât my first language, please be lenient. đ
As the evening settled around you, the soft glow from the bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room. You and Jensen were curled up in bed, his arm wrapped around you as your head rested on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was comforting, and for a while, the two of you just lay there in contented silence.
But you could feel a slight tension in the way Jensen held you, as if something was on his mind. After a few minutes, he shifted slightly, and you looked up to meet his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze soft but thoughtful, before finally speaking.
âIâve been thinkingâ, he began, his voice low and careful, as though he wasnât sure how to bring up what was weighing on him. âAbout what Jared said earlier⊠and about the futureâ.
You didnât say anything yet, just waited for him to continue, sensing that this was something important.
Jensen exhaled slowly, running a hand through your hair as if gathering the courage to ask what was on his mind. âI know things are complicated right now, and I donât want to rush anything. But Iâve been thinking⊠Could you ever imagine⊠moving in with me? Dealing with the kids? I mean, I know itâs a lot to askâ.
His words hung in the air, and for a moment, you could feel his uncertainty, the way he was carefully treading around the topic. He glanced down at you, searching your eyes for any hint of how you were feeling. âI can imagine it might feel like too muchâ, he continued, his voice soft. âI mean⊠youâre still so young, and you have your whole life ahead of you. I just⊠I donât want to put any pressure on you. But I have to askâ.
You felt your heart flutter at the vulnerability in his voice, the way he was so careful with his words, not wanting to overwhelm you. You could see the weight of the question in his eyes, the fear that maybe this was too much for youâtoo complicated.
But you also saw something else. You saw how much Jensen cared, how deeply he was considering what it would mean for the two of you to take this step. And despite the complexities, the uncertainties, you realized something importantâyou could see yourself doing this. With him.
Jensen shifted again, his hand brushing through your hair, his voice quiet and slightly hesitant as he continued, âI wouldnât ask this so soon⊠I know itâs a big thing, and I donât expect you to just jump into it. Itâs nothing I want to do by tomorrow or even next week. Itâs justâŠâ.
He trailed off, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the right words. You stayed silent, giving him the space to work through his thoughts.
âWith my kids involved, itâs not just about meâ, he finally said, his tone serious. âItâs about them, their lives. I have to think about whatâs best for them, and I want things to be stable. As stable as they can be, given my lifestyleâ. He paused for a moment, exhaling softly as his hand came to rest gently on your arm. âIf⊠when I introduce you to them, I want it to be because Iâm sure. Because itâs going to lastâ.
His words were filled with such a deep sense of responsibility, and you could see how heavily this weighed on him. The uncertainty he carried wasnât just about the relationship between the two of you, but about the future he was building for his kids. He wanted them to have stability, securityâand that included anyone who came into their lives, including you.
Jensen looked down at you, his eyes searching yours, almost as if he was waiting for you to tell him that it was too much. âIâve been through enough with the divorceâ, he continued, his voice soft but steady. âI donât want to confuse them, or bring someone into their lives if Iâm not completely sure itâs the right thing. I want them to feel safe⊠to know that if youâre going to be part of their world, itâs because I believe itâs going to workâ.
You could feel the weight of what he was sayingâhow much his kids meant to him, how carefully he was navigating the future for them, and how much this conversation wasnât just about you and him, but about building something meaningful that could truly last. He wasnât asking for an answer right away, but it was clear that when he thought of the future, he was imagining you in it.
You bit your lip, your heart pounding as you searched for the right words. The weight of what Jensen had said, the vulnerability in his voice, made the moment feel all the more real. You knew this was a pivotal conversationânot just about logistics or plans, but about where you saw yourself in his life, in the lives of his kids. He was asking for reassurance, but he wasnât pushing. It was like he was holding his breath, afraid to hope too much.
Finally, you exhaled softly, your voice gentle but steady. "Jensen⊠I donât have a problem with your kids. In fact, theyâre not just part of your lifeâtheyâre part of you. Iâve known that from the beginning. And if they lived with you full-time, or if they were just visiting every other week, it wouldnât change how I feel about us".
You paused, watching as his eyes searched yours, hanging onto every word. You reached out, brushing your thumb lightly over the back of his hand as you continued, your voice thick with emotion.
"I know itâs complicated⊠and Iâm not saying itâs going to be easy. But Iâve thought about this, Jensen. And Iâm not scared of the idea of being part of your life, your whole life, kids and all". You hesitated, biting your lip again before speaking from the deepest part of your heart. "And as for Austin⊠I mean, I like it, but I donât need to stay there forever. Iâd move for you. If it meant building a life with you, Iâd choose that over anything else".
His breath caught, and you could see the emotion building in his eyes. He looked at you like he was trying to absorb your words, like he couldnât quite believe what he was hearing.
You shifted slightly, sitting up more so you could face him fully. "Jensen, Iâm not here just for the easy moments. Iâm here because I see a future with you, because I want that future with you. Wherever that takes us, wherever we have to goâwhether itâs Austin, or another city, or⊠making space for your kids. Iâm ready for it".
He opened his mouth to speak, but for a moment, nothing came out. He just shook his head slightly, overwhelmed.
"You⊠you really mean that?", he finally asked, his voice rough with emotion.
You nodded, your voice breaking slightly as you replied, "I do. I wouldnât say it if I didnât mean it. I love you, Jensen. And I know that loving you means loving the life youâve builtâthe good, the complicated, the messy. And Iâm ready for all of it".
Jensen let out a breath, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin. He looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world, like you were offering him something he never thought he could have.
"I donât even know what to say", he whispered. "Iâve been so afraid that thisâusâwas too much to ask for. That I was asking you to carry too much, to take on my baggage⊠but hearing you say thatâŠ". He trailed off, emotion overwhelming him.
You leaned into his touch, your hand resting over his heart, feeling the steady thrum beneath your palm. "Youâre not asking for too much", you whispered back. "Weâll figure it out together. And whatever happens with the kids, wherever we end upâI'm in this with you".
For a moment, there was only the sound of your breathing, the stillness of the room wrapping around the two of you. Then Jensen pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. His voice was barely a whisper when he spoke again, full of gratitude and love.
"I love you", he murmured. "More than I can even say".
You smiled softly. "I love you too. And Iâm not going anywhere".
A few weeks later, the tension surrounding the divorce still lingered heavily between you and Jensen. Danneel hadnât signed the papers, and her silence weighed on him, making everything feel uncertain. Jensen had tried to reach out, to discuss a way to move forward for the sake of the kids, but most of his calls and messages went unanswered. It left him in this frustrating limbo, unsure of what the holidays were going to look like.
This morning was no different. As you both stood groggily in the bathroom, brushing your teeth before the day ahead, the exhaustion of everything settled over him. It was earlyâway too earlyâbut the upcoming convention meant you had to be up, even though neither of you were truly awake.
Jensen leaned on the counter, mumbling around his toothbrush, âI donât know what to do about the kidsâ.
His eyes met yours in the mirror, reflecting the weariness and uncertainty that had been eating at him for weeks. You finished brushing your teeth, rinsing your mouth before setting your toothbrush down, trying to give him a moment to process his thoughts. He was torn, you could see it clearlyâwanting to spend Christmas with you, but not wanting to lose precious time with his children.
âI want to be with you, I really doâ, he said quietly, his voice raw, âbut if I spend Christmas with you, I wonât be with the kids. And I canât⊠I canât imagine not seeing them on Christmasâ.
You turned to face him, leaning against the counter beside him, feeling the weight of his words settle in. You knew how important this decision was for him.
âI get it, Jensenâ, you said softly. âI understand that the kids come first, especially at Christmas. I donât want you to feel like you have to choose between them and me. Iâd never ask that of youâ.
He shook his head, his frustration evident. âItâs not just that. Itâs⊠itâs that I feel stuck. Iâm trying to be a good dad, but this whole thing with Danneel, the divorce not being finalizedâitâs like Iâm in this constant limbo. And if I go to spend Christmas with them, itâs just going to be so awkward with her. But if I donât⊠Iâll miss them. I hate thisâ.
He leaned back against the counter, rubbing a hand over his face, clearly overwhelmed. âAnd then thereâs youâ, he added, his voice softening. âI want to spend Christmas with you. I donât want you to feel like youâre not important, because you are. But if I spend Christmas with you, Iâd be missing out on time with the kids, and I just⊠I donât know how to balance itâ.
You moved closer, your hand gently resting against his cheek, your voice gentle. âJensen, itâs okay. We can celebrate Christmas together whenever. I donât need it to be on the exact day. Your kids need you, especially right now, and you should be with them. Iâll be okayâ.
His eyes met yours, searching for reassurance, and you offered him a soft smile. âWe can make our own Christmas, maybe a few days before or after. Iâll be fine, I promiseâ.
Jensen let out a breath heâd been holding, nodding slowly as if he was finally giving himself permission to feel less guilty. âYouâre really okay with that?â, he asked, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.
âI amâ, you said with certainty. âI donât want you to miss out on time with them. Weâll have our moment, Iâm not worried about that. I want you to be with your kids if thatâs what you needâ.
Jensen sighed softly, the weight of everything clearly still heavy on his shoulders. After a moment, he shifted slightly, avoiding your eyes for a beat before glancing back at you. âYou sure you wanna come today?â, he mumbled, his voice low and hesitant.
You knew what he was referring toâthe convention. Danneel was going to be there too, and the tension of it all had been hanging in the air for days.
âYeah, Iâm sure. I want to be there for youâ, you said softly, meeting his gaze. âI know itâs not going to be easy, but Iâll be okayâ.
Jensenâs eyes flickered with uncertainty. He wanted you thereâhe always didâbut the thought of having to navigate the awkwardness of Danneelâs presence weighed on him. He ran a hand through his hair, his brows furrowed. âI just donât want things to be uncomfortable for youâ, he admitted, his voice almost apologetic. âWith Danneel there⊠it might get messy. I donât know what to expect from herâ.
You shrugged casually, a playful glint in your eyes as you reached up and gently pulled him down by the neck, bringing his face close to yours. "As long as you come home with me afterward and not her", you mumbled, your lips brushing against his, the teasing smile evident in your voice. Before he could respond, you kissed him softly, letting your touch melt some of the tension from the moment.
Jensen hesitated for a second, still weighed down by his thoughts, but the warmth of your kiss broke through. With a low sigh of relief, he placed his hands on your hips, his grip firm yet gentle, as if grounding himself in the moment with you. He deepened the kiss briefly before pulling away just enough to look into your eyes. Without a word, his hands slid under your thighs, and with a smooth motion, he lifted you effortlessly, placing you on the counter beside the sink.
You laughed softly, the sudden shift catching you off guard, but you couldnât help but lean into him more. His eyes softened as he stood between your legs, his hands resting on your waist, thumbs brushing your sides in a way that was both comforting and intimate.
"Why do you always know exactly what to say to make everything feel a little easier?", he murmured, resting his forehead against yours, his voice quiet and filled with gratitude.
You smiled, your hands finding their way to the back of his neck again, fingers lightly playing with the short strands of his hair. "Because I know you", you whispered. "And I know no matter how complicated things get, you always come back to me. Thatâs what matters".
Jensen closed his eyes briefly, his brow furrowing slightly as if letting go of some of the stress he'd been holding onto. "You make it sound so simple", he whispered.
"It can be simple", you replied, your voice gentle but firm. "Itâs just you and me, figuring things out. One step at a time. The rest⊠weâll deal with when it comes".
He smiled at that, the tension around his eyes finally easing. "I donât deserve you, you know that?".
You leaned forward, brushing your lips lightly against his again. "You keep saying that", you whispered against his mouth, "but Iâm here, arenât I?".
Jensen kissed you softly, his hands tightening on your waist as if he needed the closeness, needed the reminder that despite all the uncertainty with Danneel and the kids, thisâthe two of youâwas solid. After a moment, he pulled back just slightly, his lips still hovering near yours as he murmured, "I donât know what Iâd do without you".
"Youâll never have to find out", you replied quietly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as you looked into his eyes.
For a few moments, you both stayed there, wrapped up in the warmth and intimacy of the moment, all thoughts of the convention and the complications with Danneel fading into the background. Jensenâs hands rested on your thighs now, his touch gentle but reassuring, and for the first time that morning, you saw the tension in his body fully release.
"Weâll get through today", you whispered, leaning your forehead against his. "No matter what happens, youâll come home to me, and thatâs what matters".
Jensen smiled, a real, genuine smile, and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping back slightly. "Yeah", he said, his voice steadier now. "Youâre right".
As you slid off the counter, back onto your feet, he kept his hands on your waist for a moment longer, grounding himself in your presence. "Letâs get through this day together", he said softly. "Then weâll figure out everything else".
As you both got ready for the last convention of the year, Jensenâs mind was running in a thousand different directions. It shouldâve felt like a reliefâknowing that after today, heâd have a break until New Yearâs Eve, no filming, no appearances, just time to be with youâbut instead, his thoughts were consumed with everything that still felt unresolved.
He kept glancing at you as you moved around the hotel room, getting ready with a quiet focus. He hadnât told you about the houses yetâthe one in Connecticut, which he loathed, and more importantly⊠the one near the river in Austin, which felt like a way better fit. It wasnât just about finding a place for him and the kids; it was about building something that could include you, too. The idea of you sharing a home with him was something he hadnât stopped thinking about. But he wasnât ready to tell you, not until he had a clearer picture of what the future would look like. Not until the divorce was final.
Jensen hated Connecticut. The cold, the distance, the feeling of being disconnected from everything he lovedâit wasnât the life he wanted, but it was where his kids were. And he couldnât imagine them constantly flying to see him, or him flying to them, especially with the unpredictable chaos that came with being a parent. But the thought of being stuck there, away from you, made his stomach turn. Thatâs why the idea of Austin, of a home closer to what felt like home, had been so appealing.
He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. He had to focus on today. Get through the convention first, and then maybeâmaybeâhe could finally sit down and figure out the next steps.
You turned to him, catching the distracted look on his face, and raised an eyebrow. âYou good?â, you asked, walking over to where he stood by the window.
Jensen blinked and nodded, forcing a smile. âYeah, just thinking about how great itâll be to have some time off after this. No conventions, no filming, just usâ.
You smiled softly at that, clearly looking forward to it too. âYeah, Austinâs going to be nice. And hey, weâll have time to just relax. No rushing from one thing to anotherâ.
âExactlyâ, Jensen said, pulling you into his arms. He held you close, resting his chin on top of your head for a moment. âI canât wait to get back to Austin with youâ.
Little did you know, he wasnât just thinking about your apartment. Heâd been quietly looking for a place that could be a home for both of you, something more permanent than hotel rooms and quick getaways. Heâd got an eye on a house near the river in Austin, one that felt like it could be the place. It was perfectânot just for him and the kids, but for you too, if you wanted to be part of that world with him.
But he couldnât buy anything yet, not with the divorce still hanging over his. Danneel hadnât signed the papers, and until she did, everything felt like it was in limbo. Still, the thought of starting fresh with you was what kept him going. He just hoped, when the time was right, that youâd want to be part of that picture.
You looked up at him, resting your hands on his chest. âWhatâs going on in that head of yours?â.
Jensen smiled down at you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âJust thinking about how lucky I amâ.
You narrowed your eyes playfully. âYou keep saying that. Should I be worried?â.
âNoâ, he chuckled, shaking his head. âJust⊠grateful. For you, for usâ.
You softened at his words, leaning into him. âWell, Iâm pretty lucky tooâ.
Jensen kissed the top of your head, letting himself relax in the moment. Today, he just needed to get through this last convention, and then, heâd be heading back to Austin with you. Once the holidays were over, and once things with Danneel were settled, maybe he could finally tell you about the house, and what he hoped the future might look like.
The convention had the same motions as alwaysâfans buzzing with excitement, the energy of the crowd palpable. Youâd become familiar with the routine by now. Youâd sit among the other fans, blending in, acting as though you were just another face in the crowd, while Jensen did his best to keep things professional, never letting on that you were anything more than a fan. It was easier that way, especially with Danneel in the picture, who still had no idea who you were or what you meant to Jensen.
You sat in the front row, your hands clasped tightly in your lap as you watched him from across the room. Jensen entered with Danneel by his side, their presence on stage together sending a ripple of excitement through the audience. You bit your lip, trying to focus on Jensen, to remind yourself that this was just another day, just another convention. But with Christmas only weeks away and the divorce still looming, everything felt heavier than usual.
Jensen looked calm, as he always did in front of the fans, his smile wide and charming, but you could tell by the way his eyes flickered toward you now and then that he was distracted. He was doing his best to keep the focus on the crowd, on the fans who had come to see him and Danneel, but his gaze kept drifting back to you, even if only for a second.
It was subtleâno one else would have noticedâbut you saw it. The way his smile faltered ever so slightly when he caught your eye, the way his posture tensed for just a brief moment before he forced himself to relax. He was trying not to let it show, but you could see the internal struggle playing out on his face.
Meanwhile, Danneel remained unaware, smiling and engaging with the fans as she always did, unaware of the silent tension building between you and Jensen. She didnât know what was going on behind the scenes, didnât know who you were, and for now, you wanted to keep it that way.
You shifted in your seat, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to keep your attention on the panel. It was harder than usual, knowing that Danneelâs presence was still such a significant part of Jensenâs life, even though they were in the process of untangling it. The fact that she hadnât signed the papers yet made everything feel even more unresolved.
It wasnât until a fan asked the question that the atmosphere shifted, the playful energy in the room becoming something a little more tense.
âAre you and Danneel planning on having another baby?â, the fan asked, their voice bright and casual. âOr are the plans for babies finally done?â.
Your heart skipped a beat. The innocent question hit you harder than you expected, but you did your best to keep your expression neutral. Youâd learned to navigate these situations, to let them roll off your back, but this one felt like a punch. Especially when Danneel, always quick with a response, smiled coyly and teased, âWho knows? Maybe another little Jensen could be in the futureâ.
The audience laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the playful banter, but you felt a tight knot form in your chest. It wasnât jealousyâat least, not exactly. It was the unresolved tension of everything hanging in the air. Jensenâs divorce wasnât final, Danneel still hadnât signed the papers, and here they were, on stage, joking about babies as if the reality of their situation was still the same as it had been years ago.
Your eyes darted toward Jensen, and you werenât surprised to find that his gaze had immediately shot toward you, his expression tight and slightly strained. He was looking for reassurance, for any sign that you were okay, but you knew you couldnât give him that in this moment. Not with everyone watching. So instead, you raised an eyebrow, keeping your expression as neutral as possible, silently signaling to him that you were fine. Even though you werenât.
Jensen quickly turned back to the crowd, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he tried to deflect the awkwardness of the situation. âNo more babies for meâ, he said, his tone light and teasing. âI think weâve done enough damage alreadyâ. The crowd laughed, the tension in the room dissipating slightly as Jensen continued, âParenthoodâs a lot of work, you know? Itâs like trying to wrestle a tornado while also keeping it aliveâ.
The audience erupted into more laughter, and Jensen seemed to relax, using humor as his shield. âI love my kids, but threeâs a good number. Any more and Iâd probably lose my mindâ, he added, grinning at the fans.
For a split second, Jensenâs eyes flickered toward you again, a brief, almost imperceptible glance, but enough for Danneel to notice. Her smile faltered for just a moment as her eyes followed his line of sight, landing directly on you. You could feel the weight of her gaze as it lingered for a beat longer than necessary, she was connecting something, sensing a shift in Jensenâs focus.
Your heart raced, but you did your best to stay composed, keeping your face neutral as if you were just another fan in the crowd. You werenât sure if Danneel had realized who you were or if she simply noticed Jensenâs attention drifting elsewhere, but either way, the shift was palpable.
Danneelâs smile returned, but it wasnât quite as bright as before. She glanced back at Jensen, her expression still playful for the crowd but with a hint of something more.
Jensen, to his credit, recovered quickly, slipping back into his charming persona as he engaged with another fanâs question. His eyes didnât wander toward you again, but you could feel the strain beneath the surface, the unspoken conversation that would undoubtedly happen once the panel was over.
The rest of the panel carried on, but the atmosphere felt different. Every interaction, every joke felt more careful, more measured. You kept your focus on Jensen, but your mind was racing. You could feel Danneelâs presence like a shadow in the room, her curiosity likely piqued by the way Jensen had looked at you.
As the panel finally came to an end, the tension still hung in the air like a thick fog. The fans were starting to disperse, and Jensen, despite his usual charm and professionalism, seemed distracted. Danneel, however, didnât let up, her curiosity piqued by the subtle interactions she had noticed during the panel.
As they made their way toward the green room, Danneelâs teasing began, her voice light but laced with an undertone of something more. âSo, who was that girl you kept looking at in the front row?â, she asked, her tone playful but sharp. âYour new girlfriend wonât appreciate you shopping for a new plaything among your little fan girls, Jensenâ.
Jensen nearly stopped in his tracks, biting back a grin as he realized what Danneel had assumed. She thought you were just some random girl, someone who had caught his eye like an easy distraction, not realizing that you were, in fact, the very girlfriend she was referring to. The absurdity of the situation almost made him laugh, but he quickly schooled his expression, not wanting to give anything away too soon.
He glanced over at Danneel, raising an eyebrow. âA fan girl?â, he repeated, his tone casual as he slipped his hands into his pockets, trying to act as though the conversation wasnât affecting him.
Danneel smirked, crossing her arms as they walked. âDonât play coy with me, Jensen. I know you. The way you kept sneaking glances her way⊠I saw it. And, wellâ, she chuckled, âsheâs easy on the eyes. But you should be careful. You wouldnât want to complicate things, right?â.
Jensen fought the urge to roll his eyes, instead shaking his head slightly. âIâm not looking for a âplaything,â Danneelâ, he said, keeping his voice measured. âAnd trust me, things are already complicated enough thanks to you".
As they stepped into the green room, Danneel was about to continue her teasing, clearly enjoying the moment a little too much. But before she could get another word out, Jensen laid a firm arm around her shoulder, pulling her in close for a second, his grip tighter than usual. The shift in his demeanor was subtle but unmistakable. He wasnât playing anymore.
âSpeaking of fucking complicatedâ, he said, his voice dropping low enough that only she could hear, though there was an unmistakable edge to it. He squeezed her shoulder just enough to make his point, his eyes locked on hers. âHow are those divorce papers doing?â.
Danneelâs teasing smile faltered as the seriousness of his tone sank in. She shifted uncomfortably under his grip, her bravado slipping as she met his gaze. âJensenâŠâ.
âIâm not joking, Danneelâ, Jensen continued, his voice steady but with a quiet intensity. âNot anymore. I want them signed. This back-and-forth, this limbo weâre stuck inâitâs got to end now".
Danneel blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden shift in the conversation. Her usual playful retorts were nowhere to be found as she stood there, staring at Jensen. It was as though she hadnât expected him to confront her so directly, especially not in the middle of a convention.
âIâve been patientâ, Jensen added, his arm falling away from her shoulder as he stepped back slightly, giving her space but making it clear he wasnât backing down. âBut Iâm done waiting. I want the papers signed, Danneel".
Danneel bit her lip and shifted slightly uncomfortably, glancing away before finally speaking, her voice quieter than before. âIâm ready to sign them, Jensenâ, she mumbled, a trace of hesitation lingering. âBut⊠I wanted to talk about the details. You know, like the properties and custody arrangements for the kids. I thought maybe we could discuss it tonightâover dinnerâ.
Jensenâs eyes immediately rolled at the suggestion. Of course, sheâd want to drag this out further, under the guise of hashing out details. Dinner sounded less like a business conversation and more like another attempt to stall the inevitable. The tension between them hung heavy in the air, and he knew Danneel was trying to exert some level of control over the situation, even if just for one last time.
âDinner?â, he repeated, incredulity lacing his voice as he ran a hand through his hair. âDanneel, we donât need to sit over a fancy meal and pretend this is something we can smooth over like old times. The details are already outlined. Youâve had the papers for weeks. Youâve seen the custody arrangements. Youâve seen the damn property splitâ.
Danneel shifted, crossing her arms, but she didnât look him in the eyes. âYeah, well⊠itâs not that simple, Jensen. There are still things I want to discussâthings we need to clarify for the kidsâ sakeâ.
Jensen clenched his jaw, trying to keep his frustration at bay. âDanneel, Iâve been more than patient. We donât need to hash this out over dinner. Youâve had plenty of time to ask questions or make changes to the papers. Whatâs stopping you now?â.
Danneel took a deep breath, her face hardening as her gaze finally locked with Jensenâs. She straightened her shoulders, raising her chin with a defiant glint in her eyes.
"One last dinner, or I wonât sign shit", she hissed, her voice sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room. Her words were laced with a challenge, pushing the boundaries once again. Jensenâs jaw clenched, frustration bubbling beneath the surface as he stared at her.
She wasnât done. âBesidesâ, she continued, her voice dripping with bitterness, âthe kids are waiting for you at the hotel. JJâs been missing you, Jensen. They flew all the way here just to get a glimpse of their dad. So, how about you go to dinner with me? Head to my hotel afterward and spend some time with your damn kids, like a fucking dad shouldâ.
Jensenâs fists tightened at his sides, his breath hitching as he tried to rein in his emotions. He hated how she twisted everything, using the kids as leverage, as if the only way to be a good father was to play along with her games. His relationship with his children had never been in questionâhe knew how much they loved him, how much he loved themâbut the guilt she piled on, as though he wasnât already stretched to his limits, weighed heavily.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his voice low but steady. âDonât bring the kids into this, Danneel. You know damn well I want to see them. But I wonât play these games with you. This isnât about dinner. Itâs not about us. Itâs about doing whatâs right for them, and this stallingâitâs hurting them more than you realizeâ.
Danneel rolled her eyes, her arms still crossed as she leaned back slightly, as if daring him to push back. âIâm not stallingâ, she snapped. âIâm making sure we get this right. Maybe youâve moved on, but this is still my life too. One dinner, Jensen, thatâs all Iâm asking. And then maybe Iâll sign those papersâ.
The room felt smaller now, the air thick with unresolved tension. Jensen could feel the anger bubbling beneath his skin, but he couldnât let it take control. He needed to stay focusedâfor the kids, for his sanity, for the life he was trying to build with you.
He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair again, trying to find the right words. âFineâ, he finally said, the word clipped as it left his mouth. âDinner. But this is it, Danneel. After tonight, I want those papers signed, and I want this overâ.
Danneelâs smirk returned, but it was small, more of a flicker of triumph in her eyes than anything else. She nodded, satisfied for now. âGoodâ, she said, her voice softening just slightly. âPick me up at 7. And after dinner, you can spend time with the kids. Theyâve been waiting for youâ.
Jensen stared at her for a long moment before nodding stiffly. âIâll be thereâ. His tone was cold, distant, and it made Danneel pause for a second, as if realizing how far things had spiraled between them.
Without another word, she turned and left the green room, leaving Jensen standing alone, the weight of the conversation still heavy in the air. He let out a long, frustrated breath, his hands resting on his hips as he tried to clear his head.
He thought about youâabout how he couldnât wait to get out of this mess and just be with you, where things made sense. But for now, he had to get through tonight. One last dinner, one last play at control from Danneel. And then, maybe, the papers would finally be signed, and this chapter of his life could close for good.
Jensen stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of the conversation settle over him. He didnât want to make the same mistake as last timeâkeeping you in the dark and leaving you wondering where he was or why things had changed at the last minute. Heâd promised to be better, more open with you, and right now, that meant being honest about the change in plans.
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and started typing a message to you:
Jensen: Hey, something came up with Danneel. Sheâs pushing for one last dinner to talk about the divorce details and the kids. I agreed because I need to get her to sign those papers. Iâm sorry. I wanted us to have tonight together, but Iâll have to meet her for dinner first.
He paused, staring at the screen. He hated this. Hated that he was constantly having to juggle things between his past and his future with you. But he knew it was necessary for now. His fingers hovered over the keyboard before he added:
Jensen: I donât want you to spend the night alone though. IÂŽll ask Jared and Misha to grab dinner with you instead. At least that way you wonât be stuck waiting around for me. Iâll join you after, I promise.
He hit send and ran a hand through his hair, exhaling as he stared at the message. It wasnât what he wanted, but it was the best he could do given the circumstances.
The buzz of his phone broke his thoughts. It was you.
You: Thanks for letting me know. Itâs okay. I get it. Do what you need to do with Danneel and the kids. Iâll have dinner with Jared and Mishaâshould be fun. You: Just⊠donât let her push you around too much, okay?
Jensen smiled at the text, feeling the warmth of your words even though this situation was far from ideal. You always knew what to say to keep him grounded.
Jensen: I wonât. Itâs just for the kids. After tonight, itâll be done. Jensen: Iâll see you later, okay?
Another buzz.
You: Okay. Good luck. Iâll be here when youâre done.
Jensen let out a breath of relief, slipping his phone back into his pocket. You were so understanding, even when things like this kept coming up.
Dinner with Danneel was exactly what Jensen expectedâtense, uncomfortable, and full of sharp remarks wrapped in forced smiles. They had settled into a quiet corner of the restaurant, away from prying eyes, but the air between them was far from private. It was a battlefield of past emotions and unresolved issues, most of which Danneel wasnât willing to let go of just yet.
Between serious conversations about custody arrangements and splitting their assets, Danneel kept slipping in barbed comments, as if testing him, pushing his patience.
âYouâre really going through with selling the house in Fairfield, then?â, she asked, taking a sip of her wine, her eyes scanning his face. âI thought maybe youâd want to keep it for the kidsâ.
Jensen sighed, trying to keep his frustration in check. âWeâve been over this, Danneel. Itâs too big. The kids donât need all that space⊠especially when theyâre splitting time between us. Selling it is the right moveâ.
Danneel shrugged, leaning back in her chair, her tone laced with bitterness. âSo, where are you planning on moving, then? You always hated the idea of going back to LA, so whatâs the plan now that weâre done? Going to shack up with your new girlfriend somewhere quiet and cozy?â.
Her words were sharp, but Jensen didnât take the bait. He simply placed his fork down and met her gaze with a steady look. âIâm not discussing my personal life with you, Danneel. Thatâs not what tonight is about. Weâre here to talk about the kids and the logistics of moving forwardâ.
She let out a short, mocking laugh, shaking her head. âRight, because youâve always been so great at separating business from personalâ.
Jensen clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm. He didnât want to argue with her, not tonight, not when they were so close to finalizing everything. But her constant jabs were getting harder to ignore.
âI havenât decided where Iâll move yetâ, Jensen said, his voice level, âbut wherever it is, itâll be somewhere the kids can feel at home. Thatâs my priorityâ.
Danneel rolled her eyes, clearly unsatisfied with his answer. âJust make sure itâs close enough so they donât feel like theyâre being shuffled back and forth between two completely different worlds, Jensen. Theyâre already going through enough as it isâ.
Jensen took a deep breath, leaning forward slightly as he spoke. âI know that, Danneel. Iâm not going to make it harder on them. I want them to feel settled, wherever they areâ.
She studied him for a moment, her expression softening just a bit. âSo, where is it? Where are you thinking of going?â.
Jensen hesitated, not wanting to reveal too much, especially about his plans to possibly settle back in Austin. He didnât owe her that information, not anymore. âIâm looking into a few options. What matters is that the kids are comfortable and have a stable home lifeâ.
Danneel leaned back again, swirling her wine in the glass as she stared at him. âYou used to talk about wanting something simple, somewhere quiet. You never liked all the glitz and chaos of LAâ.
Jensen sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair as he considered the complicated mess of his future plans. LA would have been a smart choiceâhis new show was filming there, and it would make things easier in terms of work. But his heart wasnât in it, and the thought of being so far from the kids gnawed at him. He couldnât picture himself raising them in the middle of LAâs chaos. Austin, on the other hand, had always felt more like home. It was where heâd love to go back to, but again, the kids came first.
He glanced at Danneel across the table, her expression still guarded as she waited for his answer. âIt depends on where youâre planning to move tooâ, he mumbled, his voice low but firm. âI want the kids to be close".
Danneel snorted, swirling her wine glass before taking a sip. âWell, Iâm definitely getting away from Fairfieldâ, she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. âThe housewives there are unbearable. They never liked me, always giving me dirty looks at the school drop-offs or in town. Bunch of stuck-up, judgmental whoresâ.
Jensen raised an eyebrow at that, biting back a comment. He could easily imagine why the women in Fairfield might not have taken to Danneelâshe had a habit of acting superior, especially around women she viewed as competition. It wasnât lost on him that Danneel had always felt threatened by other women, particularly anyone she thought was prettier or had more attention.
âCanât imagine why they didnât like youâ, Jensen said dryly, his tone edged with sarcasm. âMaybe itâs the way you always acted like you were better than everyone elseâ.
Danneelâs eyes flashed with irritation, her jaw tightening as she met his gaze. âI didnât act like I was better than themâ, she snapped defensively. âThey just couldnât handle someone who wasnât part of their little Stepford wives club. I didnât fit in, and they hated itâ.
Jensen shook his head slightly, trying to keep the conversation from spiraling into another argument. He didnât want to waste energy on old grudges or her insecurities about other women. âWhateverâ, he said.
Danneel rolled her eyes, clearly not interested in letting go of her complaints about Fairfield, but she didnât push the issue further.
Just then, Danneel smirked over the rim of her wine glass, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned back in her chair. âYou knowâ, she started, her voice taking on that teasing lilt that always set Jensen on edge, âmaybe Iâll consider Austin again. I kind of miss Steveâ.
The name alone made Jensenâs jaw clench, but he forced himself to keep his expression neutral, taking a slow breath to stop himself from saying something heâd regret. The time when he felt anything toward her other than frustration and disgust was long gone. Any remnants of warmth or affection had been eroded away by years of deception, most of all when it came to Steve.
He stared at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he fought to keep his tone steady. âIs that supposed to bother me, Danneel?â, he asked, his voice cool but laced with exhaustion. âBecause if youâre trying to get a rise out of me by bringing him up, itâs not going to workâ.
Danneel chuckled, shaking her head. âOh, come on, Jensen. Donât pretend youâre above it. I know it bothers youâ. She tilted her head, her smirk widening. âIt always didâ.
It used to, Jensen admitted to himself. Back when heâd discovered the truth about her on-again, off-again thing with Steve, back when theyâd still been trying to hold on to the crumbling remnants of their marriage, it had gutted him. Knowing sheâd been with someone he once called a friend, while still sharing a life with him, had nearly destroyed him. But now? Now, it didnât hurt. It just added to the bitterness of everything theyâd built falling apart.
He pushed his plate aside, looking her square in the eyes. âThe only thing that bothers me, Danneel, is how much you think you can still manipulate people to get under their skinâ. His voice was low, controlled, but there was an undeniable edge of steel beneath his words. âBut Steve? He doesnât matter to me. Not anymore. You donât get to hold that over my head. Not anymoreâ.
Her smirk faltered for just a second, a flicker of somethingâsurprise, maybeâthat crossed her face before she quickly masked it with her usual bravado. âWhatever you say, Jensenâ, she muttered, waving her hand dismissively, but the bite in her tone had softened.
Jensen leaned back in his chair, adopting a nonchalant expression as he considered Danneel's suggestion about Austin. On the surface, he played it cool, but deep down, the idea of her moving back to Texas stirred something inside him. If they were both in Austin, it would simplify things, especially when it came to co-parenting and staying close to the kids. But he couldnât show that. The last thing he wanted was to give Danneel the sense that she held any more kind of power over him. If she knew how much this could work in his favor, sheâd play him, twist it to her advantage.
âI mean, Austin could work for me tooâ, he said casually, shrugging as if it wasnât a big deal. His voice remained steady, deliberately unbothered.
Danneelâs eyes flickered with interest as she studied him. Jensen could practically see the gears turning in her head, but he kept his expression neutral, not giving her an inch more than necessary. He could already tell she was weighing her options, figuring out how best to position herself. If she thought for even a second that moving back to Austin was something he really wanted, sheâd find a way to turn it into something that benefited her more than the kids.
âYeah, Austin has its perksâ, Danneel said, swirling her wine with a little smirk. âBut I donât know. Iâve been thinking about Dallas too. Bigger city, more opportunitiesâ.
Jensen suppressed an eye roll. Dallas would be fine tooâat least it was close.
âIâm sure Dallas has plenty of good options for youâ, Jensen replied smoothly, his tone indifferent. âAs long as itâs not on the other side of the country, it works. The important thing is that the kids feel settled and have both of us close byâ.
Danneel took another sip of her wine, narrowing her eyes slightly, as if trying to figure out where Jensen really stood on the matter. She could sense that he was playing it cool, but she couldnât quite pin him down, and that was exactly what Jensen wanted.
âSo, you wouldnât mind us both being back in Austin?â, Danneel asked, her tone laced with curiosity, perhaps even skepticism.
Jensen shrugged again, taking a sip of his water before answering. âAustinâs big enough for both of us, Danneel. Itâs not like weâll be running into each other every day. And like I said, itâs about the kids. Itâs the most practical optionâ.
âWell, weâll seeâ, Danneel said, her voice softening a little as she finally let go of her playful teasing. âWherever I end up, Iâll make sure it works for the kids. I want them to feel settled tooâ.
Jensen nodded, relieved that, for once, they seemed to be on the same page about something. âGood. Thatâs all Iâm asking forâ.
They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them easing slightly as they both seemed to accept the reality of the situation. The bickering, the gamesâit all needed to end. For the kids. For themselves. The sooner the papers were signed and these decisions were made, the sooner they could both move on.
But as the dinner wound down and they both prepared to leave, Jensen couldnât shake the lingering thought that Danneel wasnât done with her power plays just yet. He knew her too well. Sheâd find another way to push his buttons before all was said and done.
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Part two of this Worst!Logan request
A/N: Thank you for all the love on part 1; I hope you enjoy part 2 just as much! I have a lot of request that I am currently working on but request are still open for both Logan and Bucky!
Where we left off:
Logan was left standing in his room with wide eyes. Wade was trying to convince you that he loves youâŠwhy would you need the convincing? Obviously Logan knew that he needed convincing, like look at him? Hundreds of years older than you, from a whole different universe than you, full of a dark past and traumaâŠbut you loved him too? Or at least you did before he threw a hissy fit tonight.Â
FUCK! Logan yelled out when he realized that he had to go fix this now!Â
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Logan had to fix his stupidness. After the realization hit him like a truck he rushed out of the apartment with no shoes on. You only lived down the hall, something Logan was always thankful for, and he was even more thankful for it tonight. He reached your door in seconds and knocked on your front door with such force that he was slightly afraid that he mightâve broken the door. Iâll fix it later. He thought to himself as he tried to catch his breath and fix his hair before you opened the door.Â
You opened the door far too quickly for his liking, yet way too slow. He was already in his head trying to convince himself that it was probably better for you to be mad at him, for you to not want him around anymore. Thatâd keep you safeâŠit would keep him safe. Feelings can be dangerous, relationships and getting close to someone can be dangerous. But he would die if he didnât have you in his life anymore, heâs gotten greedy, selfish, heâs gotten comfortable for the first time in a long time and he isnât ready to lose that yet. He wonât lose you, not when he knows you love him back.Â
He was in the middle of fixing his hair when you opened the door, embarrassment flooded his body and he quickly ripped his hand away from his hair. âLogan?â You croaked out weakly, your voice thick with tears. His heart breaks in a way it never has before when he looks you in the eyes and sees the redness, the puffiness, the tears falling freely. âOh. Oh darlin I am such a fool.â His shoulders fell and his own voice thickens with tears. The shame he felt when you started to reassure him made him want to dig his own claws into himself, he shook his head interrupting you and started going into a rant before he even realized what he was doing.Â
âI am a fool! I was so wrapped in my own head that I convinced myself that for some fucking reason you were already taken and I didnât want to get in between you and Wade-â You cut him off quickly, âWade!?!â Logan winced when you exclaimed his roommates name, âI know okay! I know how ridiculous Iâve been, I was so blinded by you being close to Wade and all of the whispers and the sharing of clothes and the touching that I didnât even notice the way you would get up early to make my coffee or stay up late when I had to work a closing shift even though you had to be up at 5 in the morning, I didn't notice that you always asked me how I was doing and never took okay or fine as an answer. I didn't even realize that you only cleaned my wounds and allowed Wade's wounds to get infected if he didn't clean them himself! I didnât allow myself to see how much you cared about me because I still donât think I deserve that; I donât deserve tenderness, the soft caresses and whispersâŠI donât deserve you darlin I just donât.â He ended his rant with a whisper, nearly ashamed of himself for feeling this way and for admitting this aloud to someone as caring as you.Â
He knows how much you care about him, he knows you wonât judge him or be mad at him for long, but he is so ashamed that he ever doubted you, thereâs still a part of him thatâs upset with himself for being so mad towards Wade when he thought you were with Wade. Wade deserves someone as kind and loving as you, Logan just wants to be greedy and keep you to himself. You could tell that Logan was starting to get back into his head, he was starting to get that dazed off look in his eyes, it was like he was in another word when he started overthinking like this. âLoganâ You called out to him before slowly touching his arm. âWhy donât you come inside? Iâll make us some coffee or tea and we can talk about where youâre taking me on our first date.â He looked at you with clear shock on his face, he was fully prepared for you to tell him to fuck off. Your laugh ringed through the air making his heart mend back together again. âCome on you foolâ You teased him with a smirk and a quick roll of your eyes, he stumbled over his feet and ended up on your couch quicker than he could notice.Â
It was the first time he had actually been in your apartment, and he never wanted to leave. Looking around it looked very you, very lived in, very homey. Your warmth surrounded him, your scent enveloped him, it felt like home. It felt like peace.Â
You came back with two mugs and handed him his with that soft smile that he fell in love with. You sat next to him and started listing ideas for what the two of you could do for your first date; âWe could go to dinner, we could watch a movie, we could go to a museum, we couldââ You ended up sitting your mug on your coffee table in front of the couch at some point during your ramble, Logan wasnât sure when it happen but he is positive that it did happen because heâll never forget the feeling of your head on his shoulder as you finally decided where the two of you would go this weekend for your first official date.Â
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Mystery of love
Previously / Next chapter
a/n thank you for reading peeps! It really means a lot to me. I love writing this story so much, oddly I find so much comfort in it. đ«§
summary: when two lost souls meet at their mutual friendâs party sparks fly, the question is if whatever they feel can actually bloom into something more? But thatâs the mystery of love.
warning: none?, burnout
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Noah barely slept that night. You had cried in his arms till the first blips of sun snuck through the open window. Neither of you had paid it any attention last night and now Noah was blinded by the light stealing those precious couple of hours of sleep he could have gotten. It felt foreign to him at first. Yes, he had partners before but he couldnât recall holding them while they cried. It was mostly slamming doors and half-hearted apologies. This felt so raw. As you quivered in his embrace. Clinging to him as if he was your only lifeline. He hoped that you couldnât feel his heart hammering because he was clueless. Suddenly aware that he didnât know what it meant to actually comfort someone. Someone you truly cared for.
When you had finally rung yourself out, falling asleep with your face hidden in the crook of his neck, Noah had just wrapped his arms even tighter around you. Nuzzling his face against the side of your head. He breathed in the scent of your shampoo. Letting the familiar scent lull him. He thought he could find peace then but every single twitch of your body had his eyes shooting open. Every sound in the corridor outside the apartment complex made his muscles tense. You were scared that were your own words. But of what? That night events? Your ex in general?
Noah wondered how much of your darkness matched his. How many demons did you battle on a daily? And was it because of them that Noah felt this pull to you? As if your souls had met prior and now after recognizing one another, refused to get lost again. So Noah drifted in and out of sleep. With either you or his mind-drawn nightmares pulling him back into consciousness.
Even if his body was exhausted there was something so special about feeling your body's warmth against his chest. So much different to the empty and cold bed that he was used to. You had shifted in your sleep, turning to your side. Noahâs he had no choice but to turn with you, spooning you as you slept. Your intertwined hands resting against the plush sheets and something fluffy⊠Noah lifted his head to find Marsh curled in a ball on top of your interlocked palms.
A slight smile spread onto Noahâs face as he moved his thumb up and down to scratch the fuzzy belly, causing the cat to sprawl out in satisfaction. He wanted to freeze moments like this. They were so rare and fragile that Noah was afraid to take a deeper breath, in case of disturbing the peace. Of chasing the blissful feeling away. But the bubble got busted as his phone rang, through the quiet space.
Cursing under his breath Noah reached back, trying to find the phone, digging through the sheets, only to be met with your slightly open eyes, glancing at him, âGo back to sleepâ, he muttered, brushing his palm over his forehead as he sat up, climbing out of bed.
âHelloâ, his tone was slightly breathless as he closed the door to your bedroom moments later. âNoah the meeting starts in 30minâ, Jollyâs voice, an unimpressed one, greeted him on the other side. âShitâ, Noah grunted, rubbing a hand over his face. He had forgotten all about it. âShit indeedâ, Jolly sighed, Noah knew that he wasnât angry with him. The whole situation was fucked and quite frankly he hadnât made it easy for everyone. âDo you want me to cancel?â, Jolly asked, âCauseâŠâ, âPostpone it or give them my phone Iâll talk to themâ, Noah pleaded, pinching the bridge of his nose. A slight sound of the door opening made him turn back. âGoâ, you muttered, tired face looking up at him. âNoâ, Noah shook his head. âJust give them my phone, Jolly, Iâll talk with them and⊠Iâll come by the studio today. Weâll finalize it allâ, he promised. There was a brief pause before Jolly sighed again, âMatt will send you the contact infoâ. Noah nodded even if Jolly couldnât see him, eyes locking with you as you watched him.
It felt as if someone had hit you on the back of your head but you guessed thatâs what crying for hours would do to a person. You didnât remember the last time you cried like this. Let alone cry in front of someone else. But no matter how much you had wanted to push Noah away, you couldnât seem to find the strength to do it last night. So now you anxiously stirred your tea as you listened to him arguing over the phone. You had only exchanged brief words before you had let him go into the bedroom to take the call. He had missed a meeting because he was here. You were already messing up his life. You had grown to be a burdenâŠ
Your thoughts got cut off by Noah letting out a frustrated growl, before no doubt throwing his phone onto the bed. You pressed Marsh closer to your chest, giving his head heaps of kisses, before the door swung open. âThat sounded intenseâ, you muse watching as Noah stepped into the kitchen, shaking his head. âThe tour cancelation goes live on Friday butâŠâ, he huffed throwing his head back with a sigh. âButâ, you urged, letting Marsh sit on the stool on the other side, leaning against the table. âThey want us to do one last show so I could make sure that Iâm incapable of continuing the tourâ, Noah flexed his jaw, wrapping his arms around himself. âThatâs bullshitâ, you grunted. âWe have contractual obligationsâ, he explained, pressing his fingers to his temples. âItâs your health weâre talking aboutâ, you argued back, stepping closer to him, fingers reaching for his tensed shoulders as you let your hands work the knots. âI can do one more showâ, Noah sighed, hands reaching out for your waist as he spread his legs so you can stand in between them, âI just know that it will be bad vocallyâŠâ, it didnât take a genius to hear the anxiety in his voice. And the fact that something he loved was now causing him so much distress made your heart ache.
âOkayâ, you muttered, reaching up to hook a finger beneath his chin, turning his face up to meet yours, âWeâll do that show and then prioritize you. Get you back onto your feetâ, you stated firmly with a slight nod. You would deliver proper meals to him yourself if you had to, force him to lay in bed. âI should be looking after you this morningâ, Noah sighed, pressing his head into your stomach before pulling back up to look at you. âYou shouldnât, Iâm fineâ, you shook your head, âyou on the other handâŠâ, letting your words trail off you just looked at him for a moment. âI thought I looked handsomeâ, Noah wiggled his eyebrows, making you smile slightly, âYou would, if you took care of yourselfâ, you mused threading your fingers through his hair. Noah chuckled slightly before clearing his throat, âHow are you?â, you knew that just like the last time he was choosing to acknowledge the inevitable. You appreciated it but the thought of being in the same vulnerable position made your bones quiver. âThank you for stayingâ, you muttered instead, squeezing his hands. âIf you canât tell Iâm hard to get rid ofâ, Noah shrugged, reaching out to push a strand of hair away from your face. âGuess we have some things in common after allâ, you mused, before turning away from him to grab Noah a cup of his own.
You had barely found time to eat or for a matter of fact human, over the next few days. Work was a good distraction that you welcomed with open arms. With Fridayâs concert approaching Noah had grown distant too. And for the first time longer gaps between his replies had filled your stomach with dread. You knew he was busy and quite frankly you were glad that he was putting all of his focus into the show ahead.
Matt forwarded you an email with a pass to the backrooms. One you had quickly refused to take. That was Noahâs world. Interlinking them would make it real. Whatever was brewing between you both would get real. Because you had spent quite some time thinking of how his arms felt wrapped around your body. The fact that the smell of him lingered in your bed. Or that you had slept hugging the pillow he slept on just to bring yourself some comfort.
âYouâre not listeningâ, Dolores's voice made you blink a couple of times. âI wasnât, Iâm sorryâ, you shook your head, turning to the next list of new arrivals. âNo boy in a black car?â, she put her walking stick to the side, gesturing towards the window. âNo, heâs busyâ, you chuckled softly, âBut Iâll send your best wishes to himâ, you mused, throwing her a smile. âAs if he wants wishes from meâ, she scoffed, âYouâve been leaving in his car ever since thoughâ, her words made you halt.
âAre you spying on me, Dolores?â, you teased her. âNo, I just have good glasses and a window to the streetâ, she shrugged, making you shake your head. She watched you for a moment as if contemplating her next words, âYou got your spark backâ, Dolores clasped her hands together, âHeâs a good influence on youâ, âMaâam your free pass on keeping me company doesnât come with an insight into my love lifeâ, you pointed out, turning to reach for the next box. âI never referred to it as a love life, you said it yourself, hunâ, a mischievous smile spread across her face as if she had just caught you red-handed.
Your phone pinged something that also never happened because you always kept it on silent. But since you havenât heard from Noah since last night you had left the sound on.
Noah: Thinking of you. This shit sucks.
Your heart both fluttered and broke as you read the message.
Y/N đ€: Dolores says hi. You got this.
You quickly typed out. Smiling at the sight of the three bubbles pending.
Noah: are you ignoring the fact that I miss you?
Y/N đ€: nopeâŠ
Noah: good, Iâll miss us for both of us.
Throwing your head back you tried to fight your smile. âLove life it seems to beâ, Dolores mused making you shake your head, âI wonât admit to any of itâ, âYou donât have to, darling, it showsâ, reaching over the counter, Dolores squeezed your hand, before returning to look out the window.
Noah was slowly sinking again. The noises were too loud. His clothes made him feel as if he was suffocating. Not to mention the mask that seemed to suck all the oxygen out. It was a crippling feeling. Watching the rest of the band being solid and ready to go and him barely dragging along.
âHow are you holding up?â, Nick slapped Noahâs shoulder. Noah slowly lifted his head. âIâm fineâ, he muttered, knowing full well that they all saw through him. He wasnât an easy person to be around lately. But he just couldnât do it anymore. âAre we going through with this or are we opting out?â, Matt asked also stepping into the room. âWeâre here arenât we?â, Noah bit back, throwing his head back.
âWe can opt-out, make this the time we announce the cancellationâ, Matt reasoned but Noah knew that he couldnât. With fans already standing by the stage. Singing bits of their songs. Standing outside the stadium all night to see them. Robbing them of this felt low. Even if he doubted that they would thank him for his lackluster performance.
Matt let out a sigh, âIâm pulling my last card out, after this I have nothing to offerâ, he stated, stepping out of the room. Noah frowned slightly, trying to understand what exactly he meant before the doors swung back open and it felt as if someone directly forced a handful of air into his lungs. He met your eyes across the room. Before his gaze fell onto the bad omens shirt you had on. âDonât get used to this, I was forced into itâ, you grunted, pinching the black material. And for the first time in days a genuine smile spread across Noahâs lips, âMight take a picture to remember this momentâ, he mused, watching as you waved to the rest of his team, introducing yourself to people you hadnât yet met. âUse force to make him reasonableâ, Matt muttered, squeezing your shoulder, you simply tapped onto his chest before he motioned for everyone else to leave. You just stood there, right by the door as everyone walked out. Eyes on Noah the whole time.
Only when the doors clicked shut did you step forward, erasing the distance between you two. âI wasnât expecting you hereâ, he muttered, hands instantly reaching for your waist, something he found himself doing often as of late. âYeah, since you didnât invite meâ, you teased. âI donât want you to see a mediocre show and form an opinion about meâ, Noah shrugged.
âNo self-degradation, I do enough of that for both of usâ, you pinched his chin between your fingers, pulling his head up, âIâm failing people, Y/nâ, Noah grunted pulling away. âNo, youâre failing yourself but thatâs a topic for another dayâ, you sighed, âIâm not here to argueâ. âIâm sorryâ, Noah sighed, pulling you closer, head hanging low. Your fingers once again brushed through his silky hair as you offered him the same thing he had offered you. Silence. Silence to be filled with thoughts nagging. To reach out.
âIâm just so tired. I donât feel alive some daysâ, he admitted with a shake of his head, âI want to do so much but fuck⊠sometimes getting out of bed is a task itselfâ. You could see it too. He was like a functioning addict. Slowly breaking down but still slipping through others' eyes. âYou need to stop before your body shuts off, Noahâ, you urged him, cupping his face. He instantly turned his head to the side kissing the inside of your palm. âCan you wait for me here?â, he asked, voice so small, you had to bite the inside of your cheek. âIâll be right hereâ, you promised, leaning in to press your forehead against his.
âIâm so fucking happy that we met in that awful partyâ, Noah sighed, making you chuckle, âIâm not too keen that you stole Doloresâs heart, howeverâ. Noah snorted, shaking his head, âDonât be jealous, everyone in your life seems to love meâ. âNow youâre just being full of yourselfâ, you rolled your eyes but deep down felt this wave of relief watching him slowly coming to life. âAsk Marsh, heâs also on my sideâ, Noah shrugged. âStealing my cat is a low blow, Sebastianâ, you jabbed a finger into his chest, meeting his eyes, that seemed to have gone alive the same way yours did when you two were together. âI intend to steal more than just your catâ, Noah muttered, sending a shiver down your spine. âNot looking for a boyfriend remember?â, you pointed out, âYeah, and Iâm still not offering to be one⊠yetâ, he shrugged.
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i have a lot to say about this one so pack a snack and let's make sex moneyyy
i think this is one of the most openly culture and media (and social media) critical songs he has. i think it's a super daring song that probably makes the likes of certain helsingin sanomat music critics a little bit uncomfortable, because he is spitting facts - and because he has a relationship with sex for show that people for some reason are still quite weird about.
to start a little further back: we all know sex sells. we all know the music industry uses sex to sell their products. but for some reason, in the year of our lord 2024, a musical artist verbally recognising that they are using their sexuality and sexual themes to build their brand is somehow scandalous. it's like.. it's okay to use sex to sell your art, if it's like "accidental" MTV sexuality or like agreeing to looking objectifiable. the media will call you hot and sexy and wow. but if you own your sexuality, make it obvious that yes this is sexual, i'm being very deliberately sexual and i am trying to be sexual..? oh no that won't do! scandal! we've seen it with so many artists, especially female artists. like WAP is a great example! how scandalous that suddenly these women had agency in their own sexuality! but no-one said a word when their sexuality served the usual male gaze agenda. it's like people are so much more comfortable being peeping toms who sexualise and objectify artists when they're not looking, but as soon as the artist does it as part of their whole thing? well now it's inappropriate actually.
he talked about this in a helsingin sanomat interview, saying how he does actually think things revolve too much around sex in the music industry, even though he uses sex and sexual themes himself to sell things as well, and that he sees the irony in saying that. but the difference, in my opinion, is that the way he, or someone like erika vikman for example, is so open and upfront about the sexual themes, that it becomes carnevalistic, it becomes camp. it's not insidiously using sexual and heteronormative objectifying imagery to get people horny. what kÀÀrijÀ does is playful and fun sexuality, and for whatever reason that is so unusual it needs to be talked about separately as something a bit wild and scandalous, and he needs to be asked to explain his actions.
and that's what this song is. he's very clearly saying none of this is accidental. the visuals of his brand, the social media content, the onlyfans thing, none of it is coincidental, accidental or anything other than his perfectly deliberate way of selling sex. and he has talked about these themes before, he has talked about like the rammstein live stuff that inspired him (some of it is pretty hardcore stuff) so to his fans it's nothing surprising that sexual themes are present in the brand and interest him. but he has also talked about how, even if this song is a bit tongue in cheek, he's also serious. and he is right. and for some reason calling people out about the fact that sex makes them buy things, even when it's true, is still.. scandalous somehow.
and he's basically calling people easy lmao. like, i needed to figure out a lil boost to my career and well, i know what will make you throw money at me. and i won't be shy about it either.
i'm getting sidetracked. the song.
and then that is enough to warrant lyrics such as "koko perheen kÀÀrijÀstÀ koko perheen krapula" meaning "kÀÀrijÀ for the whole family turning into a hangover for the whole family".
but it was all already there! let's not for a second pretend CCC was some sort of family show and a family song. it's not. but people were okay with that, because they could happily confuse the camp and carnevalistic sexuality of kÀÀrijÀ with the campness and carnevalistic nature of eurovision, and because it wasn't more than the suggestive sexual nature of everything else around them. and it was all just fun, when kids came up with their own lyrics to the song because they couldn't understand the references to drinking. so then people took their kids to see him at shows and became scandalised by the adult nature of it all. it's like.. people were fine letting their kids see the everyday media sexuality that we see in every eurovision, fine letting their kids get used to that, and then just sort of didn't think kÀÀrijÀ would be anything different. but he's only different in that in his show and brand, sex and sexuality aren't denied while still blatantly obviously there.
but again, a lot of this is to do with media, and what media normalises and what it doesn't. what it deems newsworthy and what it doesn't.
if in ready to go he's telling haters that i know you want to see me try and fail, maybe even be too embarrassed to try, but baby i'm ready to go, then in sex = money he's saying i know you want to see me naked and i know you want sex from all of this, so here you go, i'll sell you some sex. and then he stands there holding eye contact like what are you going to do with it. what a cunty king.
and there are so many fun and funny little details in this song.
right in the first verse we have "kieli taittuu sköödi föödi." good old sköödi föödi. i tried to find the earliest example of sköödi föödi, but i'm starting to think it might predate the internet, or at least social media. not to bring up köpi kallio again, but they use sköödi föödi a lot in viki ja köpi show, and köpi just happened to tweet about it in 2020, saying he believes sköödi föödi has been around for at least 20 years (someone tried to credit viki and köpi for it). so, what does sköödi föödi mean, you ask. it does not mean anything at all. sköödi föödi is just a sound, a noise you make, when you need it, usually in place of something in a foreign language but not exclusively. in this instance, sköödi föödi is him demonstrating his excellent english skills. sköödi föödi (pronounced almost like a sterotypical tv american would say skirdy-firdy) means nothing and it means everything, whatever you need it to mean.
it is also noteworthy to point out that "kieli taittuu" can be a reference to two different things here. the finnish word kieli means both tongue and language. so he could also be saying that he has a very bendy and flexible tongue, like literally. which, of course, all of europe has already seen. taittua literally means to fold or bend, but it's a common phrase to say, that if you can do something, you bend it (or more like it bends as a result). so literally the line translates to "language/tongue bends sköödi föödi".
the first verse ends in "sekö jos mikÀ on varma nakki" meaning "that, if anything, is a sure thing". nakki literally means a sausage, a hot dog sausage, weiner sausage, you name it: a small sausage. so translating literally: "that if anything is a sure sausage". it's a common phrase in spoken finnish, nothing unusual about that, but i love that he used it, because it makes the next line hilarious on a first listen, when the chant comes in. so when they start chanting NAK- NAK- i really thought they were gonna shout NAKKI. but no, it is nakuna, naked.
okay still with me? good. let's look at the "tein onlyfans bÀgin, koko suomen daddy" section next.
i remember when the song came out, people did explain who danny is, but in case anyone missed it, danny is a singer from finland, and he was a MASSIVE star back in the day, especially in the 70's. so to say he is bigger than danny is indeed quite the flex, because danny was like.. the finnish equivalent of elvis, basically. but danny is not just a flex, he turns danny into a clever thematical scheme here (more on thematical schemes in the bananas post, if you're interested). he says "kadulla on kuumaa, ne pyytÀÀ mua hÀtiin" and this is a reference to one of danny's most popular and famous songs, kesÀkatu. smart, smart, smart! and then of course "kadulla on puumaa, mut mulla on jo tÀti" meaning there are cougars on the street, but i already have an aunt. which, that to me reads like both a cunty quip and a himbo line all at once. like shutting down some man wanting to be your daddy by telling him "but i already have a father". i nearly choked laughing the first time i heard the line.
also can i just say, calling himself the daddy of finland? like, thinking about the whole context i talked about at first, how people are comfortable with sexual stuff and sexualising, but not comfortable recognising it or being real about it or celebrating it? yeah knowing all that, he just called himself EVERYONE'S daddy in a song called sex = money, and he's not even wrong đ
in conclusion: i love this song. and i love the attitude in it. it's like he is looking everyone, from every uncomfortable insecure hetero man, every scandalised parent to every tabloid journalist, straight in the eye and saying "yes, i'm selling sex. why? well i couldn't think of anything else, but then again, why should i? isn't this what you want? this is what you want. i know what you want. i'm your daddy."
like if he truly wanted to, he really could have this country on their knees for him, don't tell me last independence day didn't prove it. as much as he gets crap as well, at the end of the day, he has people under a spell by simply being, well, bigger than danny. and he-man.
now. the placement of the song on the album, right after autiomaa.
i personally don't think that the album builds one cohesive narrative from beginning to end. but i think this can be read two ways: a sad way and an empowering way. the sad way to read it is that he means it when he says he couldn't come up with anything else and his creativity is fried, but sex sells so he does that, and it's a bit mindless. but given the context of what he has had to say about this song, i'm more inclined to read this the empowering way: he has worked on himself and found a way to see things more clearly, and he has found it in himself to even be confrontational about things. the whiplash of the song order i think is more to highlight the fact that autiomaa is a rare glimpse into something different, and now here we go again. to me, sex = money makes autiomaa even more powerful, but autiomaa doesn't change the interpretation of sex = money all that much for me.
you really can't be upset about the song without proving his point. and you can't love the song without proving his point. facts have been spat and points have been proven. absolute king behaviour.
and if you read through this whole thing, i owe you money. cash money, not sex money. well, we'll talk about it.
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bonus: i absolutely love that he knows how to say "make some noise" on this track, but continues to say "give me some voice" or some sort of a hybrid word between voice and noise, something like.. woise, at his international shows. the king of in through one ear, out through the other. he, she, noise, voice, he doesn't know the differences and does not care.
bonus bonus for the sad bojere bitches:
second verse: "tÀl alal ei sua kukaa huomaa" meaning "nobody will notice you in this field (of work)". maybe my brain is rotted but this moment reminds me so much of the famous liverpool bojere lunch date video where bojan tries to parrot jere, who is saying "tÀÀl ollaa nyt, tota" and bojan goes "talalaiteta" and then they both proceed to giggle about it like it's the funniest thing anyone has ever said. "tÀl alal" goes out to you, bojan titanic.
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RAHHH a drawing of all the sillies currently occupying my brain right now. Funny thing is!! My last LN related drawing was posted almost exactly a year ago!! how funny! Close-ups and yapping under the cut
I'm running on 3 hrs of sleep bc i stayed up till 5am to make this and then i had a neurologist appt at 8 so!!! (i got officially diagnosed with adhd or add we win, i already forgot which one he said but i get my meds tmrw!!) I might take a nap after this im so exhausted. ANYWAYS.!!! i love. flowey and clover friendship no one start yelling at me abt how flowey didnt care!!! theyre best friends to me!!!! and it works out as im a clover kinnie nd floweys been my comfort character for years now. we win. I don't think monsters really had binders at first (dont use bandages btw guys, dont be like Starlo was!!11) I think the first time one fell into the trash dump or wtvr someone picked it up and then once figuring out its uses just!! boom!! business!! figuring out how to safely make more and!!! finding ways to accommodate certain monsters with different body types!! esp with the spikes and such. Ceroba def helped Starlo out with his bandages often before they were able to get him a binder. the one where clovers drawing is !! an idea of revived!clover or clover staying in the underground in hiding. Martlet got him that shirt :)) and obv the bell earring is from Ceroba. sorry to all my cotl followers i STILL have no colored the 5 body refs of both narinder and lambert. I picked the colors here on a whim so uhmmm it's not official!!! not yet anyways!! i do like what i used for Narinders fur tho, so that might stay idk yet i hte coloring BNJKNKSD i colored this whole thing on a wild impulse.. thus staying up all night. I think clover would really enjoy waterfall if they were ever able to visit it after or during the whole soul thing. It's peaceful and beautiful and also one of my fav areas in base game sooo :) i missed my LN kids. I reread Raccoons on ao3 and remembered how much i loved them and their silly lil dynamic. im a #1 six defender btw i WILL throw hands if u say some wrong shit abt her. mono, less so bc i think a lot of people have a good grasp on his character now but six is ALWAYS villainized. Has been for years nd it ticks me off bc?? she was right for her actions kinda?? not really?? ofc both characters made bad choices that lead to it but dont disregard her feelings either? idk its a whole thing i cant get into on THIS post. a lot of the doodles are just random moments like Six in the Maw with their bigass keys and locks, maybe its one of the ones to the kitchen and thats why she's rushing :D? Mono isnt really. he wasnt meant to be in the end game room but i wanted funky lighting so do with that as u will. Silly stuff with RK and Six, RCG I DID NOT FORGET ABOUT U HUN <333 I JUST DONT HAVE A DESIGN FOR YOU YET!!! same for Low and Alone </3 RK with the nomes my beloved <333 nd ofc the last dance based on the animation on youtube!!! do not tag any of the ln kids as ship!!! and do not tag clover and flowey as a ship either!! only two im fine with in this drawing is staroba or narilamb oki goodnight
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ngl hdg kinda amazes me in its ability to cater to my kinks pretty much perfectly while simultaneously triggering several of the worst parts of my trauma.
like how is it that it hits on everything i like on the surface, provides semi-decent worldbuilding to back it all up and enable the creation of stories, and even has consistent backstory and stuff, and yet the entire damn thing instills this looming sense of dread and fear that i can't shake enough to properly enjoy it...
below the break im gonna talk in like. moderate detail. about the parts that scare me. so uh yeah be aware that it'll get heavy that's just how it is.
ok, so the worst thing for me. wellness checks. the idea is cute and kinda hot on the surface. "make sure you're okay and if you're not you're getting domesticated" (which is supposed to be like. a happy thing. "now you get to just chill and be happy and get taken care of forever and in return you give me only your submission"). yeah, fuck it, im into that. hell that's not even an uncommon trope in the realm of cnc/mc writing.
except whenever i read an hdg wellness check story (in the sense of those long-ish tumblr posts that people writeâi haven't even really considered reading the longer form content on ao3) there's something viscerally... off... about the tone. it stops feeling like kink and starts feeling like a nightmare when things happen to line up just so, and then it clicks, and reminds me that i knew people, real people, who had "wellness checks" happen in real life, except that instead of it being a kink thing that made them happy and was genuinely for their wellbeing, it was that their parents had hired people to kidnap them and drag them to a psych ward when they just needed a therapist. not all of those people that i knew have come home, as far as im aware. some have been gone for years.
and what about the whole idea of the non-consensual part being okay because "it's for your own good". in hdg-land it is. it's genuinely good for you and everyone seems to be happy with it, other than the occasional "bad guy who hates good things" trope (feralists, in hdg, afaik). but that's exactly what they told me when they cut contact between my boyfriend and i while he was in the hospital. "it's for your own good." guess what, it wasn't. his parents didn't like our relationship. they wanted me to forget him. they either didn't understand or didn't care that i couldn't. it was a year and a half before he came home and i had forgotten nothing.
our loss of communication was the tipping point in a series of events that, had i made one decision differently in the end, would have killed me. thankfully i fucked it up and am here today, no longer in that bad of a place may i add. im choosing not to share any of what happened to me directly right now because i don't want to turn this into a full on trauma dump, but suffice it to say there are recurring themes.
it's so interesting to me because in a lot of ways i have found comfort from those experiences in kink and writing. take flames of averon: mech pilots are neurochemically bonded to their handlers. how different is this from what the affini do to their florets? well, you have to sign up to be a pilot, and there's no authority in the world threatening you if you choose not to. even the coalition military wouldn't dare force you to become a pilot against your will, though they might never stop sending you promotional flyers if they find out you're able to tolerate the cyberware /lh
hell, im into cnc. im really into it. i chose to leave it as an opening between pilots and handlers in foa. the implication exists that if a handler tells their pilot to do something the poor thing will have a hell of a time saying no. that's intentional. it's hot to me, on either end. but the safety comes from other things.
yes, your handler has a lot of influence over you at a level that's hard to imagine, but you chose them and they chose you (most of the time), or at the very least neither of you had any complaints to raise with your supervisor when the paperwork came in for syncing your link chips (holly and astrid from seat of consciousness).
yes it's true, you can't be reassigned now that you're bonded, but that doesn't mean you have zero recourse if your handler is treating you badly. if you need to, you can always file paperwork with your commanding officer to request that something be done.
plus, handlers go through a lot of training, which includes screening to filter out people who would actually harm their pilots. yeah, some handlers are a little sadistic, but when it comes down to it they are on your side. if that wasn't the case they would never have passed pre-basic.
put another way, as a pilot in flames of averon, the closest thing ive ever written to a floret, there are a multitude of points at which you could have said no and didn't, and although that's obviously still noncon in the grand scheme of things, it's "signing away your freedom" cnc compared to the hdg flavor of "you 'consented' via it being the best thing for you whether you like it or not."
even if your handler just told you to "stay" for the first time and you're currently panicking and trying to figure out why your legs won't move, you still have some tiny amount of agencyâan escape hatch, so to speakâand you'll just never end up having to use it.
and to me, the loss of that minute level of agency which will never be invoked is the difference between "this is hot as hell and feels perfectly safe" and "this is the abuse that was once leveraged against those i cared about, and to some degree myself, and it's simply been repackaged with a kink sticker slapped on."
none of this is to say i hate hdg, it's fans, those who write about it, or even the parts of it which scare me. i do think the idea is hot. hdg is pretty cool. hell, it was one of my inspirations in writing a lot of the pilot/handler dynamics in flames of averon. but it does scare me. and no matter what i tell myself i can't shake that fear.
it's frustrating, because oftentimes fear can be part of what makes something hot, but the particular flavor of fear which hdg instills in me is one which makes bitter all that it reaches. maybe someday i'll grow out of it. the traumatic memories from which that fear stems were only created in the past couple of years, to be fair. but something tells me a piece of that fear will never be fully dislodged from my mind.
so, all this to say, while i am into hdg, it's a complicated relationship.
(and on a sillier in character note to lighten the moodâplease feel free to respond to this with roleplay or whatever you like!)
to any Affini out there who might be reading this, know that im not scared of you. im not scared of what you represent. im only scared by the fact that you mimic that which has left the scars you see on my soul today. im not against being taken in as a floret, and none of this is to say that i hold any level of disdain for you.
i only ask that you be gentle with me. what has been broken once can be broken again. please, do not let it come to that.
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5 Tim Drake-centric Must Reads
I like Tim Drake-centric fanfictions for two main reasons, although Dick Grayson is actually my favourite Robin. Firstly, Tim reminds me a lot of Peter Parker (a genius, photographer, teenage superhero with a billionaire superhero mentor who is also a father-figure to them), who is probably my favourite superhero of all time. Secondly, the big thing I love about the Batman fandom is the Bat Family (aka BatFam). I adore the sibling relationship between the characters, always just want to them be close brothers/sisters. That is why my Batman fic recommendations are Tim Drake-centric. Because during and after Tim's time as Robin we have a larger BatFam. It's the family element.
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A Meditation on Railroading by eggmacguffin
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Â
Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen, Complete Work
13 Jan 2022
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No Archive Warnings Apply
Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne
Tim Drake, Jack Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne
Bad Parent Jack Drake, Child Abuse, Trains, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Crying, Gaslighting, Coming Out, Hurt/Comfort, Family
Summary:
When he ends up ditched in Atlanta after a fight with his dad, Tim decides to do the only sensible thing: Tell no one and make the 800 mile journey back to Gotham on his own.
Because the "call Batman when you're in trouble" rule only applies when he's Robin, right?
Language: English Words: 24,696 Chapters: 5/5
Yuki Note:
If you only ever read two Batman fanfictions, then let this be the second one (The Long Way Home being the first). This is an excellent representation of gaslighting, manipulation and mental and emotional child abuse (by Jack Drake to Tim Drake) and how it can effect an adolescent child. This is such a brilliant fanfiction â highly recommended!
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The Long Way Home by itsnatalie
Fandoms:Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Â
Not Rated, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gen, Complete Work
25 Jun 2023
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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne
Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members
Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Reconciliation, Hurt/Comfort, Lazarus Pit Madness (not current. Mentioned in the past)
Summary:
With Jason tentatively back in the Batfamily, things are going pretty well for him--except for the whole thing with Tim. But who gives a shit about Tim Drake?
But when Jason and Tim are pulled into a frightening race for their lives inside a labyrinth that's out to kill them, they may have to look past their differences just to stay alive. Maybe along the way, they'll discover they aren't as different as they thought, and family comes in many different forms.
Language: English Words: 111,685 Chapters: 13/13
Yuki Note:
This is one of the best fanfictions I have ever read. This is written so well that it could be a published novel. However, before reading this please be aware of the horror elements throughout the story as well as the canon typical injuries, near death experiences and past mentioned child abuse in here (not by Bruce). If you only ever read one Batman fanfiction, then let it be this one.
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Scientific Method by vogon_poet
Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Â
General Audiences, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gen, Complete Work
04 Jul 2021
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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Hermione Granger, Tim Drake & Severus Snape, Tim Drake & Fred & George Weasley, Tim Drake & Tom Riddle
Tim Drake, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts cast, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tom Riddle
Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, BAMF Tim Drake, Tim Drake is a Wizard, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, Jack and Janet Drake's A+ Parenting, Slytherin Tim Drake, Everyone from Gotham is lowkey scary, Magical Theory, Bigotry & Prejudice, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Tim Drake looks like a cinammon roll and is a cinammon roll, but will hurt you if you're racist, Activist Hermione Granger
Summary:
Itâs not like heâs surprised a magic school existsâ thatâs probably only a seven on the scale of âcrazy things Tim Drake has seenâ. No, Timâs just surprised heâs enrolled.
Part 1 of Scientific Method
Language: English Words: 133,507 Chapters: 46/46
Yuki Note:
A really fun read! Ever wanted a brilliantly clever and magical Tim Drake who is also able to see the future? Well, then this one is for you! This story covers Timâs first and second year (he skips a year so if I recall correctly he skips to third year after his first year) and is a Fix It Fic for A Death In The Family. There is also a sequel fic in the works. Recommended!
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cards on the table by wesslan
Fandoms:Batman - All Media Types Â
Not Rated, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gen, Complete Work
10 Jan 2024
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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake
Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Alfred Pennyworth
Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tim Drake is Not a Batfamily Member, Fortune Telling, Tarot, Found Family, Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Doesn't he always, tim is a fortune teller, Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Late, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Divination, tim drake is a hustler, author saw ghost (1990) and somehow here we are???, Absent Parents, Stalker Tim Drake, Underage Drinking, Stephanie Brown Appreciation, Murder and violence, just a little bit, Hypothermia, Light Angst, Lies, like so much lying, Unreliable Narrator
Summary:
Tim's parents faked their deaths and fled the country years ago, but neglected to take him with them. He spent some time on the streets, and now at 16, he makes a living as a fortune teller, stalking and hustling the shit out of Gotham's elite by telling them eerily accurate fortunes based on the information he gathers about them.
His life is peculiar but he wouldn't change a thing. When he gets booked for the big Wayne Halloween party, however, he finds himself getting all tangled up with the Waynes, and the more fortunes he tells, the tighter the snare becomes.
or: Tim just wanted to scam Gotham's elite, not end up on the Batfamily's watchlist. But it seems they just won't leave him alone..
Language: English Words: 69,788 Chapters: 30/30
Yuki Note:
This has been on a lot of BatFam rec lists lately and for good reason! This is a fantastic read, a very fun and smart idea of how Tim could join the BatFam late. I really like that this Tim is a bit more down and out whilst still remaining quintessentially him (I just think itâs great that he and Jason and Steph have more to relate to one another to). I am here for all the sibling content so I love this! Highly recommended!
OK. I am disabled and am becoming very fatigued so Iâm only going to recommend one more in this post, however I have a full list of 72 Batman fandom recommendations on my AO3 account here. (Please note that three of these are JayTim, however that is under the caveat that they are set in AUs where they were never adopted brothers and are great fanfictions.)
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The Ruination Of Responsibility by Moxibustion (RyuuzaKochou)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics) Â
Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen, Complete Work
26 Apr 2020
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No Archive Warnings Apply
Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon
Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon
Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Family Bonding, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Past Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Pre-Tim Drake/Jason Todd, If You Squint - Freeform, Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Jason Todd, Reconciliation, Extravaganza Week At The Wayne Manor, Female Tim Drake, TW: Mention Of An Offscreen Past Sexual Assault, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Non-Linear Narrative, Hurt Tim Drake
Summary:
It's Extravaganza Week at the Manor. Anything you want, anything you can dream of, as long as it's fun, fun, fun!
Timianna Drake has a somewhat fabulously complicated relationship with fun.
Language: English Words: 89,433 Chapters: 23/23
Bookmarker's Tags: Minor Character Death, Suicide
Yuki Note (from original bookmark):
I was hesitant when I went into this story, mostly because of the gender change for Tim/Timi. I am not against gender changes in stories but I find they need a point, a purpose, a reason for the change. But there is a point to Timi being a woman in this story, as it deals with the challenges, discrimination and sexism that she has to deal with in the corporate and hero world.
I really enjoyed the corporate storyline since few stories actually deal with Timi's work and the challenges therein. The family storyline is great too and I love how everything comes to a head and forces Bruce and Dick to face their failures and finally, finally do something about them. Highly recommended!
P.S. Don't worry about the Pre-Jason/Tim tag on this story. There is literally no Jason/Tim at all, in fact they don't even interact any more than Tim interacts with Cass, Steph or Dick. This is 100% Jason&Tim, a close sibling bond.
Trigger Warning: This is presently not tagged on the story but should be. It is mentioned that a minor recurring character commits suicide in the story. You don't see it, it is only mentioned. To those who find suicide triggering, be aware of this.
Enjoy! And feel free to explore my full AO3 rec list here.
#batman#the batfamily#batbros#tim drake#jason todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#stephanie brown#bruce wayne#harry potter#fic rec#tim drake fic recs#ao3#red robin#robin#red hood#nightwing#alfred pennyworth#fanfiction#recommendation#jason & tim#tim & damian#dick & tim#hermione granger#ron weasley#draco malfoy#bruce & tim#rec list#tim & steph#cassandra wayne
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aww yeah ep 20 GOOD
I guess I do (very casual, broadstroke) episode commentaries now, halfway through the show lmao. Spoilers below!!
Bai Jiu BETRAYAL?
Wen Xiao WANTED?
Zhuo Yichen DETECTIVE-ING?
Ying Lei BACK?
*crowd cheers*
The dots are connecting like crazy with the big bad's whole inner core crusade and also with the simultaneous demon case like I did not recognize Ao Yin as the demon Li Lun first released eight years ago but oooh do I enjoy that minor payoff.
Love the repeated use of the demonic-spell-restraining sigils now that we've been introduced to them, though I wonder why the Bureau doesn't ever seem to make use of them. Maybe they don't deal with enough powerful demons to need to paint those in their own (very empty) dungeon? Or perhaps just plot convenience.
Anyway I kind of wish in the Chongwu Camp dungeon PSJ fought a little bc she's so cool in action and their bailing was a little abrupt, but it makes sense that they'd have an immediate getaway plan. Also this is an ep 19 comment but that line Mr. 3-Face Mask delivered about PSJ being fated to always be betrayed by her little brother(s) HURT. So good.
Back to the Bureau, I do love me a good framing, and I'm also happy to get a tiny bit of the episodic demon-murder-case style back. WX was v clever to hide out in Situ Mansion, and (small detail but) I appreciate that the others catch her up on the Bai Jiu thing onscreen. As an aside, I also like that the actress for WX got to be double-casted even just briefly. Seeing some of the actors get to play around with portraying various extremes in characterization and costuming is a ton of fun.
And then yay Bai Jiu backstory at last~! It's crazy how much that blood moon fucked up everyone's lives eight years ago huh.
Everything ZYC says to him is on point (and honestly, ZYC is really quite adept at comforting others, he just sucks utter ass at it when it's his fault and he has to apologize lmaooo) but of course my favorite scene in the whole episode is as follows:
The very slight shine in the waterline, the bittersweet smile/grimace as, deliberately or not, ZYC's words indirectly echo everything about the circumstances between the two of them right now??? Whew. They did that for me specifically.
Anyway, this was a good one to chew on for me, packed with plot movement enough that I didn't feel unsatisfied with just one episode. I'm glad that so far it seems like the release schedule bears in mind what episodes should be watched in pairs for maximum effect (eps 16/17, 18/19 specifically) and which ones are okay to stand alone for the day, but I also don't want to speak too soon haha. We'll see how ep 21 fares.
Also since this is a ZYC stan account (lmao) I have some obligatory ZYC thoughts that I haven't managed to fit anywhere else. I've been meaning to comment on this for a while now and was reminded by this episode: I love the fact that ZYC actually smiles quite often. I think it's a bit surprising every time he does because he so easily fits the archetype of stoic broody action hero, but it really is just an archetype he's fit himself into, and it's never clearer than when they flash back to smiley baby!ZYC (how freely and purely he used to give those smiles away...).
On the other side of this is also how caustic and biting he can be with his words, whether sarcastically or otherwise, and how clearly his face telegraphs his emotions in general. I love that he actually emotes quite a lot and isn't cold and unaffected in the least, just pouty frowny and awkward.
The last piece to this for me is probably his age (which I very much appreciated being established super early on) and how convincingly TJR portrays him as young and inexperienced and extremely earnest. He's so sincere in everything he does that it really doesn't take much to move him, which also (imo) makes his arc less overdone.
We all know from the start what direction his development will likely go, how he'll learn he's mistaken about ZYZ and how he'll grow to have a more nuanced view of the world as he creates more bonds with others. But he's so emotional and emotionally aware that it doesn't really take much push and pull to get him there. And actually, it's not untread ground to himâhe is moreso thawing, in part returning to the open-hearted nature that he had to very abruptly shutter away rather than fundamentally changing as a person. I think to me, that makes his character more compelling to watch because his cynicism about the world is perhaps the least sincere thing about him. It's entirely learned, and not by choice. Relatable.
#fangs of fortune#zhuo yichen#fangs of fortune spoilers#spoilers#tian jiarui#episode commentary#meta
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CapĂtulo 6
- Mafin rewatch (Sueños de Libertad)
I like that Luis forces Marta to do the very thing Fina tried to get her to do in the job interview, let the perfume rest on her skin before giving it a whiff. Is this meant to be the thing that tipped the scales in Finaâs favour? Or do we think Fina was always going to be Martaâs first choice as new shopgirl? I wonder when Marta started noticing Fina, I mean sure I think once she got into that uniform she was forced to see her in a new light. But Iâm still curious to what it was like before that. Itâs clear they knew a lot about each other, but to what extent really?
As Iâm watching beyond just the Mafin scenes Iâm surprised to see how similar Luis and Marta are and the way their stories are structured. Theyâve both got that kind of infectious drive only in different fields. That strong sense of right and wrong too, with an insane work ethic and a desire to make the world a better place I think. Itâs also super easy to imagine their siblings running around as kids, climbing a hill, kicking a ball and Luis and Marta being left behind with an antfarm, an abbacus and a lot of curious questions.
Petra put down the fucking shovel, the hole is big enough for the Titanic without you going and insulting Marta too on top of everything. This isnât Journey to the Center of the Earth, you can stop digging now. Have I mentioned I hate her? Because I do, I really do.
Marta with a notepad or a folder in her hands is another one of those moments when I sort of feel like the Universe might be catering to me, but I donât mind.
Marta is especially demanding in this episode, ordering Luz and Luis around - telling them to get their little butts into gear and work work. Watching the episodes back to back it now sort of stands out to me how she showed one emotion last episode and now she needs to be super competent at her work to make up for it. In her eyes at least. It actually makes me really curious about how much background the actors get on their characters and about future storylines. Because it does sort of come across as this is Marta throwing herself into her work to make up for that perceived failure of last episode, that whole business of her not being able to make her father proud through her unconventional marriage and the fact that she is childless. And knowing that she never will be able to as her marriage is mostly a cage and at best an inconvenience. Her behaviour in this episode gives a sense of - if she canât make her father proud of who she is, then maybe she can make him proud of her achievements at least. Over-achieving daughter of an emotionally distant man, we've all been there, right?! Right?
As a rule thereâs a lot of heartbreak and all kinds of personal problems being aired, but thereâs always something about seeing Fina, Carmen and Claudia together in their room that makes me happy. Their room feels like a home, itâs soft and comforting despite at its core being a very spartan dormitory.
Fina telling them sheâs going out with Petra and at least Carmen has the decency to not say anything, Claudia on the other hand runs straight for the idea that the two of them will be so pretty together theyâll immediately attract boyfriends. Oh Claudia. I love a good running joke so I sort of hope they never tell Claudia about lesbianism. Let her live her life without knowing that is a thing that exists so that we as an audience can keep mocking her forever and ever.
#mafin rewatch#mafin#sueños de libertad#now I'll stop spamming for a few days see you on the other side of my vacation
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u have persuaded me into being ok w them cutting the curtis brothers hug but every day i get so mad thinking abt how they cut the hug after damd that song NEEDS a hug everytime i see it im like?? let them?? hug???
one day i will convert everyone to being ok w the cut curtis hug reunion....trust...
i am unfortunately in support of the cut hug from death's at my door..đ i must seem like such an affection hater, i swear im not!!!! that hug at least made more sense in context,,but idk i really like the simplicity of johnny holding his hand out to take the knife with pony and just comfort each other that way. i feel like a lot of the story is navigating the emotional vulnerability of young men, and the more 'conservative' signs of affection just work better for me in context! i'd be added hugs to every scene if if made sense
one thing i do wish was never cut: in LJ when soda & pony are talking before great expectations, soda used to fully cuddle pony,,, like had both arms around him laying on his shoulder, the whole deal and it was so cute and so accurate to their dynamic that im sad they changed it for broadwayđ„Č but i think i liked that because it made sense in the scene
#the outsiders broadway#the outsiders musical#johnny cade#ponyboy curtis#deaths at my door#sodapop curtis#the outsiders la jolla
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