#can you tell i watched all of bee and puppy cat for the first time before drawing this

[leenfiend]

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[corancoranthemagicalman]

Do you have any funny pet stories you'd like to share?

Many years ago now I had a Jack Russell Terrier named Cotton who the first time he tried to lift his leg to pee, he fell over. He also jumped in the ditch and it was a good thing I had a leash on him because he straight up sunk like a stone.

We had another dog, shepherd mix, named Ash who ate our wedding album and we needed our marriage certificate for college stuff so we had to go to a government building and tell government officials we needed a copy of our marriage certificate because our dog ate it. She ate other things too during her puppy phase.

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Awww, poor wee Cotton. When we adopted my old man (who is no longer with us), they told us he was a Jack Russell mix. He grew three times the size and turns out he was an Australian sheep-herding dog. He didn't like water at all and would avoid going out if it was raining or if the grass was wet. He'd prance like a deer to keep his feet out of the wet grass.

Tucker, the old fella, once ran straight through the screendoor because he was going blind and hadn't realized the screen was there at all. It was such a comedic moment for a dog who has continually run into glass before to finally tear the screen. He'd also get so distracted looking at someone that he'd just straight up run into couches, trip over his own feet, etc.

That sounds like a WHOLE ordeal to have to get all of those documents replaced :( I hope it wasn't too much. Tucker's puppy phase was more separation anxiety, so he only got into things and tore stuff when we weren't home. We had to put hot-sauce on a door frame once just to keep him from tearing at it (didn't hurt him, obviously!! Just not a fun experience so he refrained.)

He also hated grapes. He'd want them so so bad, and then he'd bite into one and it would squirt in his mouth and you could see regret on his face. (He only accidentally ate one once or twice, we know they're bad for dogs so we never fed him them, but it fell on the floor and he was a chow-hound—related to that, he'd get so excited to eat anything that fell on the floor, even if it was hot, and watching a dog try to eat a hot french fry is like watching a dog try to eat peanut butter.)

Oh, but the real funny story with him, one time he was out and best we can figure he got ahold of a lizard or a bee? Something he was allergic to. Swole up in his face and looked like Scooby-Doo. You could barely see his eyes over his chops. (He was totally okay! It was only the external swelling, and it went down with a benadryl, so it's easier to laugh at now, the way his lil' mutton chops blew in the breeze of the car window being rolled down).

My cats do cat shenanigans all the time, like climbing on open doors, running along the top of china hutches, hurling themselves body first into glass, but I don't have a memory that really sticks out of one of them at the moment. Might be because I'm just remembering my doggo, but I'll probably have a cat story pop into my head as soon as I post this, haha!

[unremarkablehouse]

Found an old interview Gillian did as the original series ended. Love that her top 6 memories are some of the most iconic romantic MSR moments 💜

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March 2002

Question: Now that the X-files are ending, can you tell us what are some of your favorite memories of working on the show?

GA: Some of my favorite memories of working on the show (and not necessarily in order of importance or weight or much of anything but the order in which I remembered them.)

1. Directing "all things."

2. Singing 'Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog' to Mulder in "Detour".

3. Shooting "Triangle."

4. Shooting "Cops."

5. Shooting the kiss/bee scene in the movie.

6. Shooting the scene where Mulder shows Scully how to hit a baseball in "The Unnatural."

7. Shooting "Bad Blood" but especially the autopsy scene.

8. Doing the elephant autopsy in "Fearful Symmetry."

9. In the first season the crew used to crowd around a t.v. screen on Friday nights and watch the show over lunch. That was fun and exciting for us.

10. I remember when the casting director told me I had the job after the final network audition and I had to drive a fellow auditioning actress that I knew back to her hotel knowing that I had the job and not letting on or being able to talk about it.

11. Shooting the graveside scene in the pilot in forced freezing rain at some ungodly hour in the morning and trying to remember my name let alone whole paragraphs of dialogue.

12. Shooting scenes in the snow in Vancouver wearing a skirt and high heals and trying not to slide down hill...or having to use an umbrella so that my hair did not have to be blown out before every take.

13. Telling David in his trailer that I was pregnant and him telling me that he felt his knees buckle. Blue, as a puppy was lying sick on his bed behind him, having just been spayed.

14. Watching Jim Rose do his famous genital tricks in his trailer during the shooting of Humbug.

15. In one of the very first episodes, there's a scene where Mulder and Scully are to look at red lights in the sky that may be UFO's and follow their flying path. David and I were standing on a windy hilltop looking out onto the pitch black heavens with the cameras on our faces and being directed where to look in EXACTLY the same place at the same time (up down left right)...but with NOTHING TO LOOK AT AS A GUIDE! It was absurd.

16. Shooting Scully and Mulder's final kiss scene at the end of "Existence."

17. Shooting the dance sequence at the end of "The Post-Modern Prometheus."

18. I remember sitting at a wooden table with David on the set when Pendrell was shot, and David telling me about this date he had with a woman whose name he would not tell me, but it was kind of like the tea that you drink.

19. Sitting in a luncheon booth on the North Vancouver lot with David Nutter and for the very first time going over a script with a director beat by beat and how exhilarating that was to be creative that way and have someone care what my feedback and impressions and instincts were. The script was "Beyond The Sea."

20. Shooting the scene where Scully's stomach is pumped with air in an abduction sequence and trying not to reveal that it was actually a pregnant belly being shot. I'll have to show that scene to Piper one of these years.

21. Lying in a hospital bed on set ten days after giving birth to Piper. Hooked up to tubes and wires and drifting in and out of sleep while they shot around me and being wheeled to and from the bed in a wheelchair. Surreal. I'd just been there!

22. Shooting a scene in a rowboat in the middle of a lake all by myself for hours and my lactating breasts getting so swollen that I thought I might explode.

23. Shooting a scene in an episode about cats where Scully has to be attacked in the face by a cat but I am allergic so they built a cat on a stick covered in bunny fur whose arms could be operated by some poor special effects guy. So here I am "struggling" with this fake bunny/cat in my face pretending to get scratched and be terrified when the fake fur keeps sticking to my lipstick and going up my nose and Kim Manners and I cannot stop cracking up at the ludicrousness of it all.

24. Lying on the floor eight months pregnant and being pushed by someone across the floor to simulate me "crawling" because I was so big and my belly was in the way and I could not do it myself. I think it was "Duane Barry."

25. Sitting in the back of a jeep on one of the stages pretending to be attacked by imaginary (CGI) green bugs who are going to cocoon us and suck our life out of us...flailing away at them with all my might and then whenever we cut, turning to a big garbage can to my left and throwing up because I had horrible morning sickness.

26. When Chris Carter walked into my hospital room a day or two after Piper was born and was stopped in his tracks by the sight of this living being propped up beside me. We sat in silence for a long time.

27. Talking to Chris on some payphone outside some restaurant a couple nights before I was to go back to Network for the final audition, and him giving me notes on how to dress more 'streamlined' for the Network Execs... I borrowed a suit.

28. Talking to David for the very first time outside the audition as he chatted up the girls, and commenting on the fact that I was from N.Y. and not really meaning FROM FROM, but the disappointment which flashed across his face when I qualified that I had only actually lived there a couple years. He moved on to someone else.

29. Experiencing Rob Bowman directing for the first time, setting up elaborate shots and the crew standing around thinking what is this new guy doing spending all this time with these fancy angles...cut to...the established norm. And thank God.

30. The last day of shooting in Vancouver when the make-up artist had to redo my make-up three and four times before every take cause I was crying so much. I imagine the same will be said in a little over a month. We won't get anything shot.

The End

GA: I know it seems ridiculous that I might only have thirty memories over nine years but I am afraid that is the best I can do and still have you all read it before the end of the month.

[lesbianjunimo]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

[siderealscribblings]

Mending Warped Designs Chapter 24: Bet It All On Black

The Empress slithered through the sky above Paris, glaring down as thousands of her progeny swarmed the streets below. Through a thin, shimmering barrier that kept them hidden from sight, Ladybug watched the monster carefully. There had to be some kind of weakness; no creature alive was completely immune to harm. There was a flaw in its design somewhere; if Ladybug could just find it, then maybe they could-

"You get all that Ladybug?"

Ladybug snapped out of her brooding as Rena Rouge lightly tapped her on the shoulder.

"Sorry I was snake-watching," Ladybug said, shaking her head. "How are we going at this thing?"

"They expect us to go toe to toe with the big one," Rena Rouge said. "So that's what it's gonna look like we're doing. Monarch, Bluebird and I are going to run interference while you and Queen Bee free Carapace and secure The Toad's ring if you can. Once you've taken some pressure off Nino...and if he's still in good shape, we can talk about regrouping and fighting The Empress. But right now we need to check some things off our to-do list before it overwhelms us and takes Paris down with it."

Ladybug glanced up at The Empress as she glided overhead. "She's gonna eat you if she catches you."

"But first she's gotta catch us," Rena Rouge said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "If I play my tricks right, we can reverse this little trap, slip under her radar and start counterattacking at their weak points. Use their own tricks against them; start a bunch of fires that they have to put out and attack the weak links in their command chain."

"Their chain is miles longer than ours is," Bluebird pointed out, glancing at Monarch.  

"Let me see if I can add some links," Monarch said, a butterfly fluttering off her fingertip. "I'll see if there's anyone available in town; every quality Champion is either underground or otherwise incapacitated. Bloody ARK bunkers lock until the all-clear is given.”

“Juleka said she'll try to get back in time,” Bluebird said, glancing at his phone. “But I think it'll be difficult to return from Australia in time to help."

"Bad time for a vacation but if things go to plan, this shouldn't take that long," Rena Rouge said, glancing at Ladybug. "What'd I miss?"

It took a second before Ladybug realized that Rena Rouge was asking for her input. "Besides the giant snake slithering through the sky and the small army of monsters at its beck and call?"

"Did she miss anything important ?" Queen Bee chuckled. "Monsters attacking Paris is nothing new; we're more than capable of handling a few runaway lizards for a little while."

"Yeah, I can tell you what you forgot," Ladybird said, jerking her thumb in Cat Noir's direction. "Are we supposed to just play tiddlywinks while you all save the city?"

"Considering you're the objective we're trying to keep our enemies from reaching, yeah, that would be ideal," Ladybug said. "But judging by the pout and puppy dog eyes, you're not going to stay put unless we gag you and stuff you in a broom closet, are you?"

"How many times do I need to remind you guys that we are heroes too!" Cat Noir said, tossing his arm over Ladybird's shoulder. "Heroes with a fantastic track record of success, I might add."

Ladybug and Rena Rouge exchanged glances and Ladybird took her chance to press the advantage. "If you guys can't pull off whatever it is you're gonna pull off, we're as good as captured anyway."

"But if we fight with you, we all have a better chance of seeing the end of this," Cat Noir pointed out.

“ And put you in mortal danger,” Monarch pointed out.

“Being a hero means being in danger,” Ladybird said, her eyes finding her partner’s for a second. “I’m not the kind of coward who will let people get hurt just to keep me safe.”

“Nobody is saying you're a coward, outside of some very emotionally disturbed felines with an axe to grind with our Ladybug,” Queen Bee sighed. “Buggy, please talk some sense into this kid before her ego gets her killed."

Ladybug tried her best to find a flaw in their logic, but after a screech from the monster overhead, she realized their time for arguing had come and gone. "Not together though; we have to split you up."

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[legends-live-in-memories]

Picture Perfect

AYO! its me back with more content for the second time this week while i ignore my other wips again. this is a lil gift for @queen-o-leen who i promised wholesome content for! I hope you like it!

Timinette/Timari Oneshot 1.9K words (not related to my other timari oneshots)

Summary:

“Tim spends a nice day in a park in Paris and takes a picture of a pretty girl.

He somehow gets an almost date out of it.”

no warnings this time. completely family-friendly. I know i surprise myself with this one too.

without further ado

He would be the last to admit that Jason was right and that time away was what he needed at this point in life but it can’t be ignored that, for the first time in possibly three years, Tim was having a wonderful day. He was having a wonderful week actually. After one too many unsuccessful cold cases and the simmering anxiety of off-world missions, his family, primarily Jason, for some reason, demanded that he take some time off and away from his unusual brand of normal. How that meant being sent across the Atlantic Ocean to Paris of all places, he wasn’t entirely sure. Alfred probably had a hand in that decision given that, as part of his forced vacation, Tim was not allowed to actually plan any of it. Him. Timothy Jackson Drake. The guy who stalked and manoeuvred his way into Batman’s house and team. The guy who tracked and found said man when the universe thought he was dead but was actually drifting through time. Yeah, Tim was not pleased about being led blind on his vacation. 

At least Paris was a nice city. And he brought his camera. He figured he could use this time to get back into old hobbies and what better hobby to start up again in the city of love than photography? He’s taken pictures of every tourist attraction worth visiting by his second day and began to take candid shots of people and animals. Would Damian like the animal pictures? Maybe, if they came from someone who wasn’t Tim. Is he going to try and give them to him anyways? Absolutely not. He liked his liver where it is, thank you very much. They would serve as great bribing material however. But that’s a thought for another day. 

Right now he was working on capturing what could possibly be described as the stereotypical outing with friends. He’s sitting along some bushes near the entrance of a park and staring at a group of teens his own age hanging around. He spots a brunette with thick curls of hair animatedly speaking with a guy in a vibrant cap. She’s waving a camera herself, and he appreciates her taste in equipment. Her eyes spark with fox-like mischief while the cap guy has a peaceful aura about him; like an old turtle. Next he sees a blonde, her hair is in a ridiculously high ponytail and she’s in a deep conversation with a red head off to the side of the whole group; her words are rushing out of her and she’s a buzzing bee with excitement. Another blond is in the area, but he sits in a broad patch of sun possibly napping with an open book on his chest. Very cat-like Tim supposes. He barely pays them more than a second of thought however. No. 

His focus is on the quaint beauty directly in his line of sight. She’s poised up against the giant tree trunk with a sketchbook in her lap and pencils surrounding her. Her hair hangs by her shoulders in twintails and it’s a colour so dark it seems to absorb the shade of the tree. She’s scribbling furiously on the page before her and her tongue is slightly peaking out to the side. Her forehead is creased with stress lines and her shoulders hunch slightly over her frame. She’s the vision of deep concentration and dedication and Tim would be a fool not to capture her. He’s gotten wide shots of her companions but now he wants to focus on her. 

Looking through the lens of his camera he zooms in on her profile. When his camera focuses, he spots a constellation of freckles across her cheeks, barely there, almost blending in with her complexion but Tim is nothing if not hypervigilant. He goes to take another photo when a bug flies into view. It’s a ladybug. It lands precariously on the tip of her nose and it’s just the thing that breaks her out of her work-induced trance. Tim is watching her now, long forgetting to click the shutter. Her eyes cross as she stares intently at the black-spotted creature and its presence seems to amuse her. She’s giggling to herself, as if sharing an inside joke with the bug and reaches a slim finger to swipe the insect gently from her nose. She inspects it and smiles a smile so soft that not even a feather could compare. He feels like an intruder. More so than one who takes pictures of cute strangers in public. 

Coming back to his senses, he takes another picture, the final picture, and lowers the camera from his face. He looks back at his temporary muse and finds that she is already looking at him. Her head tilts in confusion. Apprehension. Possibly a bit of fear. Which is valid given that Tim was pointing a camera at her from across the public park. What should he do though to quell her fears? 

He felt his face lift into a grin; he didn’t need to look at himself to know it was awkward and forced. A shrug of his shoulders and a flimsy wave of the camera in his hand was the only thing he did. Before he could begin to stumble over himself in apology, however, she surprised him. With a cautious hunch, her shoulders brought up to her ears, and an embarrassed smile to match his own, she slowly flips her sketchbook around and he comes face to face with, well, his face. It was a portrait of him. She had drawn a portrait of him. And she was showing him. Feeling embolden, he flips his camera to show her the screen but she’s too far away. He gets up on unsteady legs, cramped from his uncomfortable position, and begins a slow stride towards her. She meets him in the middle.

“Hi.” He barely speaks those words. They’re more like an exhale or a sigh of relief that he hadn’t scared her off. 

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind the drawing.” Her voice is high and light. Like a spring breeze. She’s daintily waving at him and he sees that her fingers are rough, and calloused. Unexpected but he finds it rather charming. Before he could get another word in, she’s off like an engine. “I just saw you there, and you had your camera so I figured you were taking pictures of us and thought that if you were then you wouldn’t mind me sketching you in kind but I should have asked and I’m sorry for breaching your privacy—” 

“Wait, slow down.” He fears that if he hadn’t interrupted her when he did she would run out of oxygen. Did she even breathe during her spiel? A voice in his head, that sounds like Cass, utters a soft ‘pot, kettle’ and okay, he sees a lot of himself in her mile-a-minute style of speaking. 

“No need to apologize. I’m flattered, truly. You were right, I was taking pictures of you. And your friends!” he hastily adds that last part. He turns his camera so the display screen faces her and he feels himself hold his breath in anticipation. 

A blush rises to her cheeks, red like the ladybug that interrupted her. He quite likes that colour on her. His eyes drift to the sketch and he’s further impressed by her skill. She has an eye for detail. He notices a bird in the background. It’s a robin. That piques his interest and lights a flicker of fear within him. 

“May I ask,” he begins slowly, unsure of what that little addition could mean. Did she know? How could she? Was his identity compromised?

“Why did you draw a robin in the background? It’s lovely but I’m curious,” he finishes. He’s going to play dumb until he has more information. She seems taken off guard by the question and raises her shoulders to her ears again in an embarrassed hunch.

“Well,” she starts, but she seems unsure and the words die on her tongue. She tries again.

“I just saw it fly by and then it landed behind you. So I thought ‘why not?’ and drew it. It seemed fitting.” She wasn’t looking him in the eye and now he felt kind of felt like a jerk for baselessly accusing some random girl. Of course it was just a coincidence. This bat-paranoia was going to be the end of him one day. It’s by sheer miracles and luck why it hasn’t already. 

“Oh, no worries. It just surprised me because it’s my favourite bird.” Right. Lie to the pretty French girl. But what else could he do? Tell her the truth?

“Then it’s a cool coincidence, huh?” She seems encouraged by that tidbit of information.

“Yeah, pure luck on your part.”

“What?” She seems more startled at that than Tim thinks she should be but before he can think deeper into it she speaks again and he would be a fool to not give her his undivided attention.

“Why did you take a picture of me with the ladybug? If you don’t mind me asking.” That stumps him because, to be honest, he does not know why himself. It just felt right. So he tells her as such.

“Well that would be another coincidence because ladybugs are my favourite insects.” She gives him a full smile alongside that statement and the brilliance of it almost blinds him. He wants to capture that smile for eternity. 

The thought strikes him. He doesn’t want this moment to end. He knows by the Friday of next week he’ll be flying back to Gotham where it’s business as usual and Red Robin won’t have time for commitments and puppy love. But right now? Right now Tim Drake is on vacation with a week and half left and all the time in the world to entertain the idea of a spring romance. Making the decision, he goes for it and takes the chance.

“I was getting a bit hungry. Do you know anywhere that’s good to eat at?” It’s an offer, open to interpretation. If she just lists some place, he knows where her interests lay. If she offers to escort him somewhere, then she’s taken the bait for exactly what it is, an invitation for more; whatever more is. He hopes she takes the bait. 

“Yes I do actually! My parents own a bakery just outside the park.” Her enthusiasm is uplifting and the offer of a place so personal is a good sign in Tim’s book. “Let me show the way, and I could join you if you would like.”

“Perfect. That’s wonderful. It will be my treat since you’re going out of your way on my account.”

“Nonsense. Like I said, it’s my parents’ bakery. They’ll be more than happy to give some complimentary snacks.” She loops her arm around his and begins to drag him to the park gate. She’s strong and her grip is firm and Tim feels lightheaded at the ease with which she pulls him. He can’t help but be swept up in the tides that is this girl. 

“I’m Tim, by the way. Tim Drake.” He offers his name, something he should have done at the beginning.

She looks back at him over her shoulder and he’s caught up in the oceans of her eyes. They’re alight with joy. 

“Nice to meet you, Tim. I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” 

“Nice to meet you too.”

They’re almost by the bakery now, he can smell the fresh baked goods from here, and he can’t wait to sit down and get to know this girl better. Maybe get her number by the end of their lunch.

Yeah. Tim was having a wonderful day.

[staywritten]

Misunderstanding│Lee Felix

Synopsis: Sometimes a simple conversations could save a lot of heartache Genre: Fluffy, Angsty, smutty, fluffy, romantic in that order lol. Oneshot Word Count: 3877 Masterlist. AO3

“Baby~” Felix whined as he attempted to get out of bed for the umpteenth time. Your face buried in his chest, as your legs had him in a vice grip around his middle. He always loved when you koala hugged him, but this particular morning it was making it rather difficult to get up for work. He chuckled seeing you pout. “I wish I could stay in bed with you, but I have to go to work”

Leaning your chin on his chest you looked up at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “Stay with me instead” you whined, placing little kisses on the light dusting of freckles on his skin. “Please”

“I can’t flake on Chan-Hyung this time, he will kill me” he laughed showering you with kisses “I’ll make it up to you tonight” he gripped your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. He pulled you into a deep kiss, his lips molding against yours. “Mmm…” he pulled back just slightly to really get a good look at you. It took a lot out of him to get out of bed. He loved seeing you first thing in the morning. Hearing your sleepy voice beg for him, seeing your body covered with one of his t-shirts. The way the sun shined on you through the blinds, and how mused your hair was. It was his favorite sight. He caressed your cheek lovingly as he took you in. Almost like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. “I have to go now”

“Fine” you sighed, kissing him one last time before unhooking your legs from around him.

He watched as you reluctantly detached from him before turning on your side, hugging his pillow. His heart-melting at just how cute you looked. He pulled you back into his chest, laughing softly. “I mean- I can be a few minutes late” he showered you with kisses, not wanting to part from you just yet. 

Your airy laugh warmed his heart as he pinned you beneath him. His soft hair falling over his eyes. “I thought you couldn’t be late today” you teased, running your hand into his hair. 

“Just a few minutes…” he playfully tugged your shirt upward, lowering himself between your legs. “I don’t have much time… but I can do a little bit…”

“Mmmm glad you could pencil me in…” you watched with heated eyes as he hooked your legs around his shoulder before burying his face against your panties. His teeth grazing the outside of the cotton, just moments before he heard a knock at his door. He shot up, brows furrowing before looking at you. “You expecting someone?” you asked, moving back and covering yourself with his blanket. 

“No? Maybe it’s a delivery?” 

“Maybe it’s Chan sensing that you’re about to flake on work” you giggled watching Felix crawl out of bed, padding out of his room. You watched anxiously from the crack in his door. Felix wasn’t really one for guests, sure he lived alone but all of his friends had a key to his apartment, and wouldn’t know how to knock to save their lives. Your ears perked up hearing a woman’s voice before seeing Felix envelope an adorable woman in his arms. 

“Mum?” he grinned hugging her tightly. “What are you doing here?!” he pulled her back at arms length just to get a good look at her. 

She beamed. “Your sister was looking at some schools in Seoul, so I wanted to surprise you! Are you surprised?” she gently smoothed down his hair, giving him a little pat. 

“I’m so surprised!” he chuckled, hugging her tightly. “I missed you Mum!”

Meanwhile in his bedroom you scrambled for your clothes. Meeting your boyfriends mom, was not on your to do list today and this sure as hell wasn’t the first impression you wanted to make. Immediately you changed out of Felix’s T-shirt and into your bra and blouse, frantically buttoning it and hunting down your jeans that had been haphazardly tossed aside the night before. 

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, your hair was frizzy and messy and there were little bruises on your collar bone thanks to Felix getting handsy after your date. After a few minutes of sprucing yourself up you managed to look halfway presentable. Just a touch of make up, and your hair tamed for now. 

You were just about to walk out and introduce yourself when Felix walked back into his bedroom and stopped you. “Alright I bought us some time-Oh good you’re dressed” He grabbed a shirt from his closet, slipping it over his head. “Ok, I’m gonna take my mom to the office and I’ll do breakfast with her there with Channie-Hyung and you can sneak out after we leave.” 

“What?” you watched him in disbelief as he changed into his jeans and brushed his hair back. 

“You won’t have to wait long, but I would say like ten minutes just to make sure we’re out of the building when you come down.”

Crossing your arms over your chest you sighed. Was your boyfriend of five months really not going to introduce you to his mom? “Are you serious?”

“What?” he looked over, surprised at just how angry you looked. “You don’t wanna wait? I mean you could just go through the fire escape but I thought that was kind of dangerous-”

“Felix?!” his eyes widened when you called his name, he covered your mouth, shushing you. “What are you doing?” you moved his hand from your mouth, shooting him a glare. “You’re seriously not going to introduce me to your mom?”

“I’m her only son I don’t want to worry her. What am I supposed to say? Hey Mum thanks for traveling ten hours just to surprise me but I want you to meet my friend that I sleep with pretty often”

“Did you just…” you took a step back from him, holding your arms up. Your eyes instantly glazing over. “Did you just seriously…” you felt a sob, bubbling up. But you were going to fight to make sure you didn’t cry in front of him. “I’m just your friend that you sleep with? How many other friends are you just sleeping with?”

“-I…” he faltered seeing just how angry you looked. He’d never seen you like this, not ever. Your eyes were red, your hands physically shaking. He called your name softly. He wasn’t sure what he could say that would make this better but he knew he had to say something. 

“I’m an idiot for thinking these five months meant anything to you…” A stray tear fell down your cheek as he shook your head. “I guess it was my fault for assuming I was your girlfriend” you wiped your tear away before grabbing your purse.

“Wait...Please… let’s talk about this…I-”

“You know what Felix, I’m pretty sure I don’t ever want to talk to you again.” you ran out of his room, mumbling an apology as you passed his mother who was startled by your appearance. You slipped your shoes on in a hurry before making a bee-line for the elevator. 

His mom looked back at him before staring back at the door. “Who was that?”

“My girlfriend…” his voice was so soft as he watched, you leave. 

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend” she looked at her son seriously. 

“Me neither” he whispered to himself. 

You stormed into your apartment, closing the door behind you and throwing your bag on the ground. Your roommate laid on the couch, petting one of his cats. “Hey, long night?” Minho looked over at you, watching you flop on the couch beside him, taking Sooni into your arms. 

“Oh you know same old same old.” you huffed. “I finally find myself in the healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in and I’m literally falling in love and come to find out Felix only thinks of me as a friend he sleeps with” you rolled your eyes “Meanwhile my dumbass thought I’ve been dating him for the past five months so, ya know just my luck with relationships.”

“Woah, how’d that happen?”

“I was at his place and then his mom dropped by to surprise him and I thought this was a good time to meet my boyfriends mom and he thought it was a good time to suggest I sneak out using the fire escape.”

Minho cringed and gave you a little pat on the back. “Ouch, ok that’s a pretty big fuck up.”

“A fuck up is an understatement” You slumpped on the couch letting his cat, cuddle against your stomach. “You wanna set me up on a date?”

“You sure you don’t wanna talk it out with him first?”

“I have no desire to talk anything out with just a friend I occasionally sleep with.” you snapped. 

“Alright, alright I’ll set you up on a date” he held his hands up in defeat.

Across town Felix sat with his mom in the cafe. He awkwardly drank his coffee, occasionally glancing up at her. Almost anticipating being scolded, but her silence was almost suffocating. “Mum?”

She sighed and set down her tea. “Yongbok you’re an adult, you’re not in trouble for anything so relax” She laughed seeing her son visibly relax. “Now tell me about your girlfriend, why was she upset and why didn’t you go after her?”

“This s kind of awkward to talk to you about?”

“Why? I was your age once?”

“I know but it’s just...I…”

“Spare me the gorey details, how long have you been seeing her?”

“About five months...I guess there was just a misunderstanding...and I thought we weren’t officially together, like dating something casual but not in a relationship...I didn’t know that she considered me her boyfriend…”

“Ok that’s understandable. So I’m guessing she was disappointed when you didn’t tell her you thought of her as a girlfriend?”

“Not disappointed….She looked… heartbroken…” he looked down. “I’ve never seen her look so sad before...She’s not the type to runaway...Normally she talks everything out but she just left. And I let her… I didn’t know what I could say.”

“Well are you dating anyone else?”

“No… just her… It’s always just been her… She just makes me feel so happy...” He met you through Minho because he begged him to introduce you. He saw you by chance when you’d dropped by the dance studio, occasionally bringing Minho food or his extra clothes. At first he thought you two were dating but after Minho assured him you guys were just roommates he made his move. 

One date turned into another, and the next thing he knew he was in a routine with you. A routine where he was used to hearing your voice before he fell asleep. Feeling the weight of your head on his chest, hearing your giggle when he had to pry your arms off him so he could run to the restroom.

He’s spent almost every single day with you over the last few months and suddenly the prospect of you not being there not only made him anxious, it broke his heart. 

More than anything he didn’t want to scare you away. He never wanted to be too clingy, or too needy. You were chic and independent, a little older than him, and more experienced. How was he supposed to measure up. 

What if he asked for something more exclusive and you denied him, and suddenly he didn’t get to have you anymore. He’d rather be blissfully ignorant than knowingly heartbroken. 

His mom took another sip of her tea. “Yongbok, do you want her to be your girlfriend?

“Yeah… I do…” he smiled to himself. It was the first time he really gave it a thought. “I want her to be my girlfriend.” 

“Then what’s the problem? You want it, it’s obvious she wants it. This is the best problem to have”

“She said she didn’t want to see me again” 

“I don’t think it hurts anything to ask, you’ll never know if you don’t ask” she looked at her phone. “I have to go pick up your sister from her campus tour. We’ll be in town for the weekend, so let’s do dinner tonight” she stood up and walked over to his cheek. “If you can make it to dinner, I hope you can bring your girlfriend” 

There wasn’t much that you could do about the morning, but you were attempting to salvage what was left of your day and your dignity. You treated yourself to your skin routine, a deep conditioning hair mask, and a nice long soak in the bath.

Hearing a knock on your bedroom door, you wrapped your towel around your body before opening the door. “Minho? I thought you went to work already-” you sighed seeing Felix standing there with a bouquet of flowers. 

“How’d you get in here?” you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Minho-Hyung let me in on his way out.” He sighed setting the flowers on your dresser, seeing that you refused to take it from him.

“Traitor” you rolled your eyes. “Well help yourself out, I’m getting ready for a date”

“A date!?” his brows furrowed “So that’s it? You’re done with me?”

“I’m done with-” you scoffed in disbelief. “You have the nerve to sound disappointed in me? You’re the one that said we weren’t anything.”

“So this is just some new guy? You weren't seeing him the whole time?”

“Believe it or not Felix, I thought we were in a relationship. So no, I wasn’t seeing this guy. I haven’t even met him yet. It’s a first date. So if you’ll excuse me I have to get ready-” You stopped yourself taking a deep breath and rubbing your temples. “Felix, I spent every waking moment I could with you over the last few months. I have more clothes in your apartment than I have in my own. You met my parents, my cats love you. I even brought you as my date to my best friends wedding… Every moment with you was very real to me.” your shoulders slumped. “But I made the mistake of assuming we were in a committed relationship without talking it out. I got my heartbroken because of it and that’s not your fault.” 

He opened his mouth to say something but you held up your finger. “Hold on Felix...Just let me finish because if I don't say it now I’m gonna lose my nerve.” He nodded, letting you continue. “I… wanna respect your boundaries. I can’t make you be my boyfriend and if you want something casual and something that’s just physical than that’s fine. I have to respect that.” your eyes watered feeling that you were on the cusp of a break up of a relationship that technically didn’t even exist. “But I’m not looking for something purely physical. I want a committed relationship.”

“Then let me try…” he whispered, looking at with those beautiful warm brown eyes. “Please don’t go”

“Give me one good reason not to”

“Because I wanna date you. I want you to be my girlfriend” he took a step closer to you. “I told my mom about you…” he took your hands in his as he gazed into your eyes. “And I just want to be with you.” he walked you deeper into your room, until your knees hit the foot of your bed, making you sit.

“If you mean that...Then why did you say that earlier?” 

“I was scared… I… you are so out of my league… And I know I was falling hard but you were the first person I dated like that...I just didn’t wanna fuck it all up and talk about relationships if you were trying to keep it casual. I didn't want you to think I was some needy kid.”

“Felix… What's wrong with being needy? What’s wrong with knowing what you want and holding on to it?”

“I don’t want to date anyone else… I just want you…” he inched closer, taking you in. Trying to read your expression for any form of hesitation or doubt. “Please don’t give up on me...Not before I have a chance to fight for you” 

A soft smile graced your features as you gazed up at him. “Are you sure you want this? I don’t want you to cave into something you don’t want just because you’re scared.”

“I want nothing more than to call you my girlfriend and properly show you off” He cupped your face making you look at him. His face inching closer to yours but stopping short. His lips close enough to graze yours as his nose brushed against your skin. Your breath became more shallow as he searched your eyes. “May I?” 

“Are you asking my permission to make me your girlfriend or to kiss me?”

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling in the corners while he laughed. “Yes.”

“Then yes, you may” you grinned letting him pull you into a deep kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him into your bed, making him fall. 

Catching himself he giggled “You’re chaotic.”

“I missed you”

“It’s only been a few hours.”

“And you didn’t miss me?” you smiled into the kiss

“Of course I did”

“Then show me…” you bit your lips, playing with the hair on his nape. 

“I thought you had a date.” his tone, a little pouty. 

“I’ll text him later.” you sighed blissfully as he kisses your neck. 

“Why wait until later, let him know now.” he  bit the base of your neck. “Let him know you won’t be needing him now or ever. Better yet call him now.” he licked the skin that he’d been nibbling on. 

“Felix” you scolded, watching him pout “There’s no need to pout, I never even met the poor guy”

“And yet I still kinda want you to call him, and have him hear me fuck you while you tell him why you can’t go” his eyes darkened, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk.

Your face warmed as you stared at him, too flustered to reply. After a moment you swallowed hard and shook your head. “Felix!” 

His cocky little smirk turned into that cute little smile you loved so much “I’m just kidding” He laughed pulling off his own shirt. “But after I make love to you do you think you could manage doing dinner with my mom and sisters? They wanna meet you”

“I- of course I want to do dinner with them but” you covered your face and groaned in embarrassment. “You can't say something like that and bring up dinner like it’s casual”

He smirked, quirking his brows. “I like what you look like flustered” he pinned your arms to the bed and pecked your lips again. “I like that I’m the only one you make that face for…” his low voice, husky against your skin. He took you in, almost hungrily. From the way your eyes sparkled at him, the flush of your cheeks, the rawness of your lips. His eyes following the curve of your cheeks, the sweet path of kisses he led down your neck to your collarbone. The way that your towel still clung to your body. “Can I really call you mine?” he whispered, more so to himself. 

You nodded leaning over to kiss his wrist softly. “I’m yours…” 

He lost himself in kissing you. There were so many things he wanted to do, but there was nothing quite like kissing you. The taste of coffee and cream on your lips, he’d grown accustomed to. The way you moaned his name when he kissed you in those sweet spots. Just below your ear, in that little curve of your neck, over your breast. The way your toes curled when his kisses turned into love bites and how your head fell back on to the mattress. 

 He loved that when he kissed you, you’d giggled. He loved how you’d tangle your fingernails in his hair and scratched his scalp. He loved how whenever he broke a kiss you’d chase his lips. He loved how you'd’ run your nose against his before kissing him again. He loved how your thighs felt around his head when he delved his tongue in deeper to kiss you there. The way your thighs tightened and you squirmed; his tongue flicking at just the right angle. 

He knew he had you when you desperately reached out to grip the bedsheets, grasping at nothing, but arching your back for him. The way you shuddered for him, blissfully whimpering when you came from his tongue. 

Your towel, tossed aside and long-forgotten when Felix pulled back. Wiping the slick from his mouth with his thumb he gave you a heated look. “You’re so beautiful...” he pecked your lips again before bucking his hardened length against your sensitive core. Not giving you much time to recover. Rubbing himself against your slit “Say you’re mine again” he smiled seeing you move your own hips against him. 

“I’m yours, I’m all yours” you whined feeling him tease you more. “Please Felix Nnn..” you closed your eyes feeling him sink into you. He took his time, basking in that sweet feeling of stretching you out. 

You looked up at him as he pumped into you, your fingers laced with his free hand while he held your waist with the other. His hips finding a rhythm against yours, while he desperately tried to find more and more ways to make you moan his name. 

He made sure he worked you over again and again until you were a wanton mess. Leaving love bites over your collarbone and breast. Even covered in sweat he was breathtaking. You brushed his hair out of his face, beaming up at him. Those heart shaped lips that made you feel so wanted, those freckles that mapped his face that you loved to count, those dark doe eyes that held the stars, and those slender but strong arms that made you feel home. “Are you mine?” you asked him with the softest voice, your fingers running through his hair as you held his gaze.

“I’m yours” he shuddered, loving the sound of those words on your lips. His body reacting on pure instinct as he came in you. More than your body, more than your voice, your words were enough to finally push him over the edge. His nose softly brushing yours as he peppered sweet kisses on your lips. “I love you...I don’t wanna be anyone else's...”

You couldn’t stop the bright smile that graced your features. Kissing him back, and hugging him tightly when he collapsed beside you. His body worn out from loving you. “I love you to Felix...” you giggled as he buried his face his your neck. “We need to get ready for dinner with your mom”

“We could take a shower together to save time” he quirked his eyebrows playfully.

You laughed and nodded “Not a bad idea” you kissed his hair, sighing softly. “By the way, what did Chan say when you flaked from work today?”

“Oh fuck-”

End..

I didn’t mean for this to be so long D: But I hope you guys enjoyed that

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Riverdale S5 Ep4 Thoughts *Spoilers*

Thoughts on Tonidale under the cut!! I’m literally so excited because they say this is a refresh and no bh or va as we all wanted!

- Seven years later and Archie is still dreaming about high school football. Never forget the highs and lows of high school football asdfgjkl; HE DREAMS OF CHERYL? Honestly I thought this was going to be a little cringe but this opening sequence was really, really good.

- SERGENT?! BRO-

- Archie reading to Jackson 🥺🥺

- Archie looks so fucking good though FUCK

- I wonder if Jackson will actually show up again in the season

- THE FIRST PLACE ARCHIE GOES TO IS POPS AS HE SHOULD!!!

- TABITHA AHHH. WHYTE WYRM BITCHESSS!!! MY OT3 IS TOGETHER AGAIN I MISSED TONI, SWEET PEA, AND FANGS!

- Knowing Kevin is on the other side of the stage alone and Archie didn’t go sit with him :( but that’s okay just LOOK AT HIS PUPPY FACE WATCHING TONI. ARCHIETONI BESTIES YUPPPP Toni’s smile at Archie 🥺🥺

- Of course the baby daddy’s a secret DAMN

- Pop Tate isn’t dead,,, Tabitha would be sad af. Plus I refuse <3

- Betty looks so good muah her breaking up with Jughead is the best thing to ever happen to her.

- “I caught serial killers in high school” and that above the face camera angle automatically makes me angry dhfjhsadfa. Why does her partner remind me of Charles. WAIT THAT TOUCH IGNORE THAT I COMPARED HIM TO CHARLES

- “Thai with friends” mmhm typical Betty lying hjkdfasf

- BETTY HAS A CAT? But does she always have to wear a FBI shirt to show she’s in the FBI lol

- Adult!Betty looks so fucking amazing though.

- Ahh yes Betty lying to people trying to help her smh off course

- TWO WEEKS IN CAPTIVITY? HE KEPT HER FOR TWO WEEKS? Her reaction to Archie calling her AHHHHH

- WAIT HE’S ACTUALLY HER BF?? I mean I think that’s probably against FBI protocol or something but idc her dating literally anyone but Jughead is so so satisfying

- The way I haven’t paid attention to the areas in the corner…

- “Little Chadwicks or Little Veronica’s” no❤️

- I’ve seen this scene so many times… anyways Veronica is still the baddest bitch we love the she-wolf of wall street.

- “The sex was amazing” lol meaning it doesn’t now.

- What accident… 

- HERMIONE?! I was surprisingly not expecting her omggggg awww

- “He’s vain, like Hiram.” So why didn’t Hermione tell her daughter that Chad was like Hiram and stop her form marrying him at all??

- CAN CHAD AND VERONICA STOP BEING KINDA CUTE?!??!

- HELICOPTER CRASH….

- The way Chad is on his knees for Veronica as he should be. WORSHIP HER AS YOU SHOULD!!

- NOT ANOTHER EGG ASDFGHJKL; wait but not her selling it IMMEDIATELY?? You have to wait for a little bit bc that’s rude. But it’s Veronica and it was from Chad so it’s okay 💞😂

- Jughead and Veronica both being in New York muah

- Petition for Jughead to never wear a robe again…

- JESSICA IS SO 💞💞💞💞💞 I feel so bad for her. But how did they get together in the first place…

- People still calling Jughead by his last name though is very interesting.

- This girl was reading Jughead’s book at a bar… lol yeah no

- Jughead immediately having sex with a girl he just met literally right after being broken up with… but also it’s hilarious because they have more chemistry than him and Betty ever did. GIRL TAKE THE S SHIRT OFF HE HASN’T WASHED IT IN YEARS

- SHE STALKED HIM ASDFGHJKL; GIRL- he thinks he’s about to die pls

- Jughead with messy hair ughhhh fuck- NOT HER BLACKMAILING HIM. He could literally just take the card away from her and she’d never know.

- Archie calling Jughead after Veronica I’ll take that as a crumb because I can

-  Archie thinking it was six years… did he actually meet up with BETTY only??

- SWEET PEAAAAAAAAAAA

- Kangs staying together they’re cute but how

- SWEET PEA DIDN’T GO TO COLLEGE MY HEEART NOOOOO :((((((((((

- TRUCKERS……… don’t tell me they’re running a kidnapping ring or something-

- Nana Rose still alive… how?

- Literally why is Reggie working for Hiram? It makes NO sense for Reggie considering Hiram left him to die when Fangs got shot… ugh

- Cheryl keeping tabs on Toni throughout the years mmhmmmmmm

- So Cheryl is replicating art pieces… is that how she goes to jail? If that’s even true?

- Archie calling Betty first muahhhh Barchie 💞💞💞💞

- Poor Archie it must suck to see a place he built bee all fucked up…

- Oh the fireman outfit makes sense now!

- Picken’s park rip

- Archie and Toni on a bike is everything I’ve wanted two ever see

- The way irl Hiram wouldn’t be able to stay mayor this long, it’d be four years…

- NOT THEE GHOULIES TAKING OVER HIS HOUSE

- Jughead is still bitter seven years later lmaoooo he looks so miserable

- Pop’s retirement party and Toni made it sound like he was dead djfhkafdskaf

- LOPAZ SITTING BESIDE ONE ANOTHER!! <3

- TABITHAAAAAAAAA I love her sm already

- This is why you don’t hop into random people’s cars or trucks

- BETTY’S MOAN IN THE SHOWER… BECAUSE OF ARCHIE YUP YUP!!

- Also The Walking Dead had the same villain for seasons (and he’s STILL alive for some reason that idk bc I stopped watching) and it decreased the quality of the show… if they don’t end Hiram FOR GOOD this season...

[silent-silver-slip]

Hello I am being a self indulgent brat and making the whole server deal with it

May I request the band finding Aurora as a living breathing dragon and trying to deal with looking after her, featuring Julie being like WE DO NOT HAVE A MANUAL FOR THIS

thank you for your time I will go away now 😂

It might've taken me a few days Angie, but I did it! You now have two stories featuring JATP and Aurora. Only one of them contains Julie, but you get Carlos as a trade off.

For those of you curious, Aurora is this fantastic dragon that Angie made, and you can see her in the picture below.

And this is Firefly, who gets a mention in the second fic.

The two fics I wrote for this are below the line. The first one is set in a somewhat canon compliant verse and the other is set in my urban fantasy JATP verse (which you can find on ao3).

I have a friend in you

If there’s one thing that’s remained constant—other than music, of course—it’s the beach. They’re on the boardwalk rather than the sand, as otherwise they’d be walking on the sand. Except they can’t just walk on the sand because it’s soft and makes walking hard and Reggie will complain after ten minutes or so. So it’d make more sense to walk in the firm sand by the sea, except then Alex would start talking about all the potential dangers of walking in the ocean.

Which is why they’re on the boardwalk despite being ghosts. Though, to be honest, Luke doesn’t mind it. It’s nice to walk in the waves when the weather’s hot, but it’s not really warm enough to do that today. Walking along the boardwalk lets them be around people, both those casually walking around and those busking.

Luke’s so caught up in the atmosphere and grinning at the people around him, knocking shoulders and hands with his boys, that he doesn’t see it at first. Reggie does.

“Is that…?” Reggie trails off, freezing beside Luke. Luke turns to look at him, frowning in confusion. “I’m gonna call her Maddy the Magnificent.”

Turning, Luke looks towards where Reggie’s looking—it’s a little bit of distance away and-

“Why are we giving her a title?” The words fall Luke’s mouth without his input. It’s only after he’s said it does he manage to actually recognise what he’s staring at. Sitting by the shore is what could only be a dragon.

The dragon isn’t asleep. The first thing Luke notices is how her head’s up and alert, eyes focussed in their direction. From the distance he’s at, her eyes only look black—dark things like shadows at their darkest. The next thing he notices is her size—she’s maybe just smaller than a truck, but with how she’s lying down, it’s hard to tell. Her head’s a light blue with fins—ears?—spread out wide on either side of her head. The blue grows darker, though, as it moves further down her body, a navy colour at her paws and at the tip of her tail, which is curled gracefully around her body.

The dragon yawns, showing off very sharp teeth, and stretching her wings—which shift from a dark blue at the top of the wing, to going purple then grey then white at the ends of her wing membranes. Luke has the strangest feeling that the dragon is watching them. He’s not sure how to feel about that.

“Have you seen her?” Reggie says, breaking Luke from his thoughts. “She looks magnificent! She deserves a title!”

At last, it seems like Alex has clocked onto what Luke’s staring at and what Reggie’s grinning at. “Nope,” he announces, seemingly to the world in general. “There is not a dragon there. I do not see it. I am Sir Not Seeing Shit. There is NO DRAGON! I cannot deal with there being GHOSTS and DRAGONS.” When Luke chances a glance at Alex, it seems he has decided to close his eyes. Luke wishes it was that simple.

“There’s a dragon there,” Luke says, just as Reggie takes off in the direction of the dragon, “and I need you to deal with that because we’re about to lose Reggie to the dragon.”

That has Alex snapping his eyes open. By then, though, Luke’s already pulled away by a stride. Thanks to his long legs, he catches up to Luke quickly. Together, they manage to reach Reggie before he gets within range of the dragon who has very sharp teeth and eyes that are staring at them.

“This is for your own good,” Luke tells Reggie from where he’s sitting on his bandmates back. Reggie makes a sound of muffled complaint.

Alex pets Luke’s back from where he sitting on Reggie’s legs to keep him from running.

“Let me pet the dragon,” Reggie whines. “You wouldn’t let me get a puppy! Surely, surely, a dragon is easier?”

Alex makes a horrified sound. “What if it’s a ghost dragon? Oh God, what if it’s angry? Searching for revenge?!”

“Hey, do you reckon Julie knows about the dragon?” Reggie asks, completely ignoring Alex’s questions.

However, Luke has a terrific realisation. “Let’s go home and ask,” he says, glancing at Alex and winking subtly.

“If she doesn’t know, I’m sure she’d love to learn about this dragon!” Alex adds, quickly catching on.

Reggie hums, slightly doubtful. But then he’s nodding into the sand. “Let’s go tell her,” he agrees.

One POOF later, they’re back in the studio.

And so, Luke is finds, is the dragon. Except, this time the dragon’s more the size of a large cat and is curled up on Julie’s piano in the sun, looking very content with life.

Luke looks away from the dragon breaking the rules—Julie’s told them no one’s allowed to stand on the piano unless she gives the go-ahead—to his bandmates. Alex looks like he’s going to cry and Reggie seems overjoyed. Neither of them seem to resemble the well of confusion that Luke’s got going on in his own mind.

“She’s a stray,” Reggie says, thankfully not taking towards the dragon—is it the same dragon? Can dragons shape-shift? Should Luke be worrying about the structural integrity of the piano and whether it can stand up to a dragon? Oh God, he’s beginning to take over Alex’s job of overthinking everything.

“She needs a home guys,” Reggie continues. “We have to look after her.”

“We don’t know how to look after a dragon,” Luke points out, reasonably, even if his tone is more hysterical than he’d like.

However, when he looks at Alex for back up, he’s met with the sight of Alex slowly but surely melting, and giving in. He can watch as the thoughts play across Alex’s mind. He fiddles with the hem of his sweatshirt, the zips on his fanny pack, which means he’s thinking at how stressful this is going to be and overthinking everything. Except then he glances at Reggie, at the dragon, and takes to tapping a beat against the fanny pack instead. Just like that, Luke knows he’s lost. Alex turns to him, and says, “What if she doesn’t have a home, Luke?”

And, well, Luke knows a thing or two about being homeless—leaving home, finding another one, and he just gives up, gives in, and throws himself in with his boys. “We don’t know how to look after a dragon!” He protests, but it’s weak, and he’s just watching the dragon. It’s official, the dragon is theirs. Or, well, as theirs as a dragon can be.

This is, of course, the moment Julie decides to enter. She crosses over to them, then pauses, realising what they’re staring at. “Is that a dragon on the piano?” Then, with a shake of her head, she adds, “And do we have a manual for this one?”

As one, the boys turn to her. “Please?” They whine, all puppy-dog eyes and pleading expressions. Beneath the weight of it all, any willpower Julie has crumbles.

Hands on hips, she turns to the dragon. “Well,” she says, ignoring how the boys grin beside her, clearly picking up on her decision, “I wonder how we’re going to look after you.”

That seems to wake the dragon up, she lifts her head, uncurling from where she’d been lying down. She stands, back arching like a cat, wings stretching upwards. “I can look after myself okay,” she says. “I’m Aurora.”

Julie screams. The boys scream. They all scream, clinging to each other.

Aurora preens at their praise. She’s very pleased to see how excited they are at getting to know her. She has clearly decided to find some great friends for herself.

Let our wings carry us

There are many things that the boys are equipped to deal with, and many things they are not equipped to deal with. As it turns out, dragons are not one of their talents.

“Luke, do something!” Alex says, from where he’s standing behind Bobby. Reggie stands behind him, so they’re in single file behind Bobby—except for Luke.

Which is, of course, because Luke’s a little bit stuck at the moment. “Help!” Luke yelps.

Alex glances around Bobby’s shoulder and, despite his fear of the dragon in front of them, he can’t help but laugh a little bit. Even Bobby is grinning, and when Reggie looks, he outright cackles.

“Stop staring and help me!” Luke complains, shoving ineffectively at the horse-sized dragon surrounds him, rubbing against him like a massive cat, purring. It would be cute, if she wasn’t as massive as she was. As a result, Luke’s kind of just drowning beneath her love as his traitorous bandmates gather around and laugh at him.

He shoves at the dragon, being careful to not catch on her wings or anything. As close as he is, it’s hard to really tell what colour she is, but her wings start purple then shift to grey and then to white. Her scales, on the other hand, are blue—moving from a light sky blue at her snout to a dark blue at her tail and paws. He’d probably think her beautiful, if not for the fact she’s trying to stop him from breathing!

“Get off,” he says, shoving at her neck again. Her scales are smooth but solid beneath his fingers.

The dragon pauses when his fingers catch beneath her ear fins, then decides to lean heavily into the movement. Caught unaware, Luke almost falls beneath her weight, then realises what she wants, and finds herself scratching at the scales. He’s not entirely sure she can feel it, but she presses into the feeling, tilting her head.

The sound of a shutter overhead has him frowning and looking up. That’s when he realises that his bandmates have been suspiciously quiet the last few minutes.

It turns out that’d been for a reason. “Hey Luke, keep smiling and scratching the dragon! It’s important.”

“Yeah,” Luke says, gazing up at Reggie who’s precariously leaning over, sitting on Alex’s shoulders, holding Bobby’s expensive camera. The only funny thing about this is that Reggie’s tongue is sticking out. “I’m sure it is.”

The shutter goes off again and Luke sighs. Beneath his hands, the dragon’s body begins to vibrate like she’s purring. “At least you love me,” Luke tells the dragon. She purrs louder, body rumbling with the sound. It’s almost like being in one of those messaging chairs—except there’s no chair and it’s not really comfortable and Luke doesn’t actually know how he’s going to escape the dragon’s hold. She might be perfectly happy about it, but Luke’s starting to get hungry.

“Do you guys have any idea how to get me out of here?” He calls up to Reggie.

“Julie’s on her way!” Bobby reports, and the boys cheer. This results in Reggie almost dropping the camera, over-balancing to get it, Alex almost tripping, and Bobby launches forward and manages to catch Reggie just before he hits the ground.

From where he can see the chaos between the gap between the dragon’s head and her backend, Luke sighs. Honestly, it’s mildly impressive none of them have gotten seriously injured considered the things they do.

Somewhere nearby, there’s the click of a car parking. “Ray’s home!” Reggie reports, gleeful and sounding completely recovered from his near-death from falling off Alex’s shoulders.

Luke is so, so hopeful that Ray can fix this problem for him. Ray might not be Julie, might not have her powers, but Ray seems to be capable in the face of anything that comes his way.

The dragon suddenly freezes, lifting her head and Luke thinks that maybe she’s going to finally move and he can escape! Except, the dragon sniffs the air, sticks out her tongue, chirps, and then vanishes in a burst of light.

“No,” Reggie breathes out. “That’s-”

“Not our problem anymore,” Bobby decides, marching over to Luke who is now free! He checks Luke over, before frowning, fierce in the way he gets only about his friends and music. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Okay, but what if someone steps on her?” Luke says, and he doesn’t really want to deal with this. But she’d kind of been cute. In a massive, dragon way. Bobby sighs, loud, but doesn’t stop Luke as he bends down, encouraging the little lizard—that had been a dragon only seconds ago—onto his finger.

The dragon—lizard?—chirps and climbs onto his hand. She’s not overly small, rests comfortably on his hand, and her eyes are dark. She’s got the same pattern as her dragon counterpart had—just without the wings. She seems to smile up at her.

“I don’t want to tell you how to live your life,” Alex says as the boys crowd around the dragon-lizard-thing in Luke’s hands. “But also, what the fuck are you doing?”

“She’s so small,” Luke says, cooing, and Reggie runs a gentle finger down the maybe-dragon-lizard’s back. “Look how cute she is!”

“She will ruin our floors,” Alex counters.

Reggie hums. “But look how cute she is, Allie!”

Groaning, Alex responds. “We can’t have a lizard, we have Pan! And two kind of cats! They might be skeletons, but I feel like we should not test whether or not they’d eat the…” He trails off, frowning down at the creature in Luke’s hand.

“The dragon,” Reggie says helpfully.

“Yeah,” Alex agrees, “that.”

Before they can continue discussing what to do with the maybe-a-dragon-maybe-a-lizard, Carlos appears. “Oh, a lizard, neat!” He squeezes his way into the group, holding out his hand to the shape-shifting dragon.

The creature-that-is-probably-a-dragon immediately scrambles onto Carlos’ hand, where she stands proudly. She lets out a hiccup of fire before chirping. Luke exchanges a frantic look with the others. “Neat!” Carlos says again, grinning down at the fire-breathing animal he’s holding in his hand. “I’ll let her join Firefly!” And just like that, he’s off heads towards the house and to where the open enclosure that Firefly lives in in Carlos’ bedroom.

“Should- Should we tell him?” Bobby says, as they all watch, not moving, as Carlos enters the house. “That she’s a dragon?”

Frowning, Luke considers that hiccup of fire he’d just seen. He feels like he’s seen that before… “Aha!” He remembers. Turning to the others, he points at them, “I told you I saw Firefly breathe fire that one time! I wasn’t lying!”

Reggie hums. “That seems pretty weird,” he says. “Lizards don’t breathe fire.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just have some bad hotdogs?” Bobby asks, all pitying. For that, he gets an elbow from both Reggie and Alex, since he’s trapped between them.

Luke turns his gaze to Alex, his last hope. Surely one of the others will believe him! Alex, however, just shrugs. “You must’ve been imagining things,” he says, like they didn’t all just see a dragon shape-shift into a lizard and breathe fire.

Luke doesn’t quite scream, but it’s close. “Julie’s my favourite,” he announces, turning on his heel and definitely-not-stomping towards the studio.

“We know!” Bobby shouts. Luke ignores the snickering coming from behind him, but he can’t stop the smile curling onto his face. That’s okay though, no one’s paying any attention.

[headoverhiddles]

Like A Heretic - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Fluff]

Synopsis: You know Manson from one (1) party, yet he feels the need to drunk text you his obscene propositions at 2 am on a Wednesday? 

Notes: What?? I wrote a fluff fic?? Yea, it’s been known to happen. Shhh. Pale Emperor era. Also, this one is gender neutral, reader can be any gender! 

You collapse into the plush of your down comforter, feeling the fluffy feathers sink beneath you. Smiling to yourself, you clear the day away in your brain, bulldozing over every worry, publicity problem, or stressed manager that could be dealt with the next day. For now, you’re in your bed, and nothing can come between you and a peaceful night’s sleep. 

You cuddle into your pillow. The feeling you’ve got right now is comparable to a the perfect orgasm-- you never want to leave this bed. Your mind starts to drift, and you picture yourself on a beach somewhere, where no one can reach you. No one... no one... except that bee buzzing in your ear.

Groggily, you open your eyes. That’s not a bee. It’s your phone. 

Dammit, why didn’t you put it on silent? You go to turn it off properly, but the text on your screen makes you hesitate. You blink a few times, squinting through the dark at your phone. Were you reading that right?!

Manson: Hey (y/n) psssst. I’ve got a secret can I tell you the secret 

“What the fuck?” you mumble out loud, and sigh, turning on your bedside lamp. Manson? What... oh. Oh, yeah. About two months ago, you had attended a music awards event in New York, and had met a few new people. One of them had been Marilyn Manson. He had been a lot more down to earth than you had imagined he would be, and the two of you hit it off pretty well. 

It struck you as interesting as well, but he had followed you around that night like a lost puppy. He always wanted to be around you, and it had been him who had suggested you exchange numbers, maybe hang out, go see a movie or something. You had excitedly given him your number, but didn’t think much would come of it. He probably got lots of people’s numbers, then forgot about them the next week. 

So why was he texting you at... 2:13 in the morning?! You stare at the same text again. 

Manson: Hey (y/n) psssst. I’ve got a secret can I tell you the secret

You bite your lip, and type out a quick text back.

(y/n): Shoot.

His reply is almost immediate. 

Manson: I wanted to say when I saw you and we hung out at radio city last month you were cute really sexy n beautiful ad I miss you :( :(

You blush a little bit, but type back a cautious text. 

(y/n): You feeling alright? 

Before you can hit send though, another text from him comes in.

Manson: If you think I am drunk and handsome you are correct, i’m both

You giggle a little, and sit up fully. Manson’s drunk texting you, telling you you’re cute? This couldn’t get any crazier if you made it up. 

Manson: Do you know what sexting is? 

You raise your eyebrows. 

(y/n): I’m familiar with it, yes. 

You bite your lip. Should you add a winky face? Before you can, he writes back. 

Manson: what if i told you I wanted to lick your body ad probably do butt stuff with you too? 

You feel yourself heat up even more, and you don’t know whether to laugh or get aroused. 

(y/n): You fucking with me, Manson?

Manson: I would like to fuck you, yes. 

(y/n): So... tell me more, then. What else would you do to me?

Manson: Id cum on your chest

Manson: oops was that too far?

(y/n): No... go on.  

Manson: maybe on your face then if you want that, I wanna be respectful 

Manson: I’d also punish your sex hole. i’m really good at that

(y/n): You sound like a porn bot lol 

Manson: dirty old man in your area looking for hot singles <3 that looks like a pointy dick

You giggle, and are about to sign off so you can sleep for real, but he texts again with something that makes you pause. 

Manson: Wanna cum over? 

You stare at the text, waiting to see if he’ll write again. You wait, and wait. Nothing else is coming in. You type out a few possible responses. Then you finally hit send on your last one, biting your lip. 

(y/n): What’s your address?  

Shit. Shit shit! What are you doing? Looking back at your bed though, you can’t deny you feel a thrill. This is the shit you moved here to LA to do. 

---

Pulling up to Manson’s address, the place is just like him-- not what you were expecting. It’s a dark apartment above a liquor store, with black out curtains covering the window. You walk over to the stairs, and catch the door when someone walks out. Heading inside, you look down at your phone, and find his number. Apartment 15. 

You knock softly, and wait. When he doesn’t come to the door, you shoot him off another text. 

(y/n): I’m at your door, don’t leave me hanging or I’ll leave you with a hard on

He doesn’t respond, and you hear a moan inside. You frown, and try the door handle-- it’s open. You walk in, forgetting momentarily where you are, and see that the place is a relative mess. Piles high of books, records and movies are stacked along the walls, and there’s like, one dying plant by the darkened window. It’s laughable to assume the poor thing gets any sun, which is also a statement that could be applied to the rock star you’d come to sleep with. 

A bunch of album artwork for his new record, the Pale Emperor, is laid out on his table as well. You take a quick glance at it, before dropping your jacket. 

“Hey,” you call out, “I’m taking my top off! You’re gonna miss it if you don’t come find me!” You hear the moan again, and walk down the hallway. “Oh, fuck.” 

“’M alright...” He’s on the floor, in a puddle, four small cats surrounding him. One rusty colored one is lapping from the puddle. Was this a Jimmi Hendrix situation???

“Please don’t tell me that’s piss,” you mutter, “Cause I am not cleaning that up.”  

One of his four cats meows loudly. Manson just laughs. “It’s vodka. I slipped and broke the bottle.” 

“That I can clean up,” you nod, but first, you help him to his feet. He wobbles a little, and falls into you. Pinned against the wall, his lips are inches from yours... until his head thumps beside yours, lips pressed into your neck. He’s so fucking gone. You look around, and spot the washroom down the hall the other way. You help him slowly, and he keeps talking the whole way.   

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he mumbles, “My brain camera remembered you were hot but I didn’t remember you being this hot... mmhm...”

“You still down to fuck me?” you tease, helping him sit on the edge of his bathtub. His eyes widen a bit as he licks his lips and points a swaying finger. 

“Baby I was born ready to fuck. I came out of the womb with an erection.”

You cringe. “That’s... a very disturbing mental image.” 

“You know what else is disturbing? My DICK.” He frowns a little, nose scrunching up. “But not for... it’s not disturbing, it’s just disturbing how big it is... or...”

“Stop, you’re turning me on,” you smirk sarcastically, and get a towel, dabbing his face down with cool water. “How does that feel?”

“Oh baby, you feel so good, fuck,” he moans, and you blink. God damn, he really is wasted. 

“Good to hear.” You plant a kiss on his cheek as you sponge down his arms, and he purrs like a big happy cat, nuzzling into your chest. 

“Do that again?” You smile, and lean in, kissing him again, this time closer to his mouth. Then you kiss him again, and again, each one earning more praise from the god of fuck before you. “Mm yeah-- oh yeah-- yeah yeah, right there-- yeah yeah right there...” He grins, eyes closing. “Mmm, delightful.” He blinks up at you, swiping a hand across his smudged eyeliner. “Will you... be my friend?” 

“Sure. Friends to lovers is always a fun way to go.” He seems genuinely happy with this. “You know, you’re sexy too,” you say, helping him take his shirt off. You glance down his chest and stomach at his tattoos, trying to focus on the project at hand instead of actually picturing riding him right now. “I thought so the night I met you at Radio City, and I think so now.” 

“Really?” he hums, reaching up in his stupor to put a hand against his chin. He suddenly seems bashful, and realizing how vulnerable he’s made himself, hides half of his face. “Even without my makeup?” 

“Definitely. I happen to think you’re beautiful.” He purses his lips.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not! In fact, if you weren’t absolutely shit hammered right now, I’d probably want you balls deep.”    

He groans. “Fuck it if I’m drunk, that’s when I’m in my strongest form!” He slips a little, steadying himself on the toilet as he stands. 

“I would disagree with that, but...”

“Besides, with all those compliments, you’re... you’re making my dick hard, see? And now it’s... ahh, it’s gonna be mad at me if I don’t... you know, fuck you, so...”

“Shh, for now try to walk straight.” 

“Where are my asshole cats?”  

“They were all watching you describe your dick to me,” you say, and he wags a finger their way. 

“Dooon’t listen to daddy, my loves. Nonono. Bad. This is grown up human people talk!”

You giggle. “You must like cats.”

“I am a cat person, I love cats. That’s why I don’t give it doggy style, cause I’m a cat man. The crazy cat man. That sounds like a serial killer...”

You giggle, and guide him back down the hall. “Where’s the bedroom?” He lifts his chin to gesture to it. 

“Last door on the right.” You help him into bed, and he tosses a pillow at a tall vase in the corner, sending it shattering. “Goddamn ghosts in my house, watching me sleep,” he slurs, and points wildly to his closet. “The sex toys are in there, if you wanna get yourself started...”

You smile, politely neglecting the sex closet of the rock star you’d been booty called by. Masturbating in said rock star’s home while he’s passed out shitfaced doesn’t look good for anyone involved. 

“Goodnight Manson,” you sing song, and shut his door. Pressing your back against it, you exhale. What just happened? 

You carefully walk over to the spilled vodka, and check the shards of glass. Thankfully no blood anywhere-- that would have been even worse to clean up. You grab a rag from the kitchen, and start mopping up the floor. One of his cats walks over from the bathroom, and starts to rub against your ankle.

“Well, hi. What’s your name, love?” You check the tag. “William. Very handsome name. Handsome just like your dad.” You sigh, as William follows you around the apartment. You feel like you shouldn’t be here anymore. It was a mistake-- he was obviously too drunk to do anything to or with you tonight. You should just leave. Yeah. Go back home, forget this ever happened and... maybe check in with him tomorrow morning, see how bad his hangover is. If he responds. 

Just as you’re about to leave though, you hear his slurred voice call from the bedroom. “(y/n)--!” 

You hesitate, then walk back in, shutting the door. You walk over to his room, and open the door. “Yeah?”

“...Get into bed with me? Please? Wanna hold someone...” 

You look behind you, and then to him again, where he’s laying, tangled in his limbs, in the large bed. You nod, and close the door to a crack, coming in. You unzip your hoodie, and before you can come to your senses, you get into one side of his king sized bed. You hear him breathing softly, and smile a little at the sudden intimacy of it all, turning over in fetal position. Not how you expected this night to turn out, but it might be even better. 

Just as you’re falling asleep in the bed of the Antichrist, you feel arms wrap around you from behind, and feel his head in the nape of your neck. Beginnings of rare stubble scratch your skin pleasantly. 

“This an okay alternative to butt stuff?” he mumbles, and you reach up to hold his wrists against you. 

“It’s perfect.” 

[thelastdragneel6417]

𝗗𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲 𝗝𝗔𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 part 1

(Ok sooo here’s my first time trying to write something original and good god am I nervous soo I hope you all enjoy)

The sun has now just rose above beacon academy signaling the start of a new day, while many would view this day to train or study to improve themselves as huntsmen and huntresses. For the (SUPER AWESOME AMAZING AND SERIOUS) team called team RWBY their is only one word that they would call this day

...

...

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚

*At Team RWBY’s dorm room*

Yang: *laying on her bed looking throw her scroll before tossing it next to her* uggg I’m booored.

Weiss: * gruntingas she stops working on next weeks homework* normally I would scold you on your bluntness I agree it is quite boring today.

Blake: * siting on her bed reading her por - u mm I mean Um her “high class literature” yeah I agree but what do you ya think we should do?

Yang: *in a thinking pose* ummm how about we got the club?

Blake: *shaking her head* seriously is that all you can think of?

Yang: *in a hurt tone* HEY!!!

Weiss: besides we can’t the bullhead terminals are shut down for repairs after YOU AND NORA ALMOST DESTROYED IT BECAUSE OF YOUR IDIOTIC FIGHT *glaring at Yang*

Yang: *waving her hand defensively* hey in my defense Nora started it server her right for saying that pancakes are better that wallfls and besides I won it in the end.

Blake: no you didn’t Nora clobbered you into the ground.

Yang: *angry* hey whose side are you on anyway!?!?

Blake: *rolling her eyes* anyway how about we head to the library?

Weiss: that’s an excellent idea Blake. I think some time in the library would do us all some good.

Yang: ugggg no not the library I though we decided to kill our boredom not to kill me!!!

Weiss: you can stand to improve your book smart you barbaric bimbo *glareing at Yang knowing fill well that she probably a single second in the library during the new semester*

Yang: hey I’ll have you know that physical strength and training are more valuable than reading a few book right sis?

*silence*

Yang: *confused* umm sis???

*yang and the girls all turn to look at Ruby’s bunk to see that she’s laying on her stomach kicking her feet in the air in a childish manner headphones on her head humming along to a song not paying attention to the argument going on*

Yang: Ruby? *no answer* hey Ruby?? *still no answer frustrated Yang walks over to Ruby lifts one side of her headphones and screams in her ear* RUBY!?!?!

Ruby: *leaps I. The air in shock before landing on her butt in shock* owww *rubbing her butt to suve the pain before glaring at Yang* why would you do that?

Yang: sorry sis but I could get your attention what were you doing anyway?

Weiss: yes I would like to know too? *internaly* probably reading on of her childish comic books uggg what a dolt?

Ruby: ohh I was just listening to JAGames *ploping herself off the ground before jumping back on top of her bunk*

Weiss: *confused having never heard of what that dolt they called a leader was talking about* JA who???

Ruby: *gasping in shock before using her semblance to bolt over to Weiss getting right up to her face* YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF JAGAMES!?!?

Blake: *anoyingly picking rose petals out of her hair and book* let’s assume we haven’t who are you talking about?

Ruby: *wipping her head around to Blake before screeching* HE’S ONLY THE GREATEST DUSTTUBE SINGER OF ALL TIME!!!!

Weiss: DustTube??? You mean that stupid website where people post those idiotic videos of themselves???

Blake: I wouldn’t say that DustTube it that bad you can make some serious money if you’re committed to it.

Yang: yeah but a DustTube singer is not a good thing to hear cause most of them are absolutely horrible *cringing as she remembers that Oum awful rap named “It’s Just Today Mate” by Ten Team*

Ruby *scoffs like she’s offended* ugh JAGames is nothing like them he’s a thousand times better than them his singing, his rhythm, and his music makes it look like all those other wanna bees are just babies playing with a baby piano.

Blake: huh seems like you know this guy a lot?

Ruby: of course I do I’m his number one fan after all I’ve listened to all of his music and bought all of his merch and all his albums JAGames’ music have gotten me through some tough times so I will always love him even though he has never shown his face.

Yang: huh soo that’s where all that stuff came from I’ve always wondered about that also *grinning* aren’t you already dating a certain noodle boy right now for shame Ruby how could you break jaunes heart by having an affair?

Weiss: I still don’t know what you see in that dolt *rolling her eyes back not truly understanding why ruby would want to date that idiot but nether the less grateful that he has stop relentlessly trying to ask her out*

Ruby: *beet red embarrassed* Yannng stop that it’s not like that all *blushing* even though I really like him and his music I will always love my sweet knight more.

Ruby: anyway I’ve got an idea since I’ve talked about JAGames this long *an ear to ear smile creeps up on her lips before shouting* WOULD YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO SOME OF HIS MUSIC WITH ME!?!?

Weiss: *appoled* are you crazy!?!? No why would we ever want to listen to your stupid music!?!?

Yang: I’m in sounds like fun

Weiss: *shocked* WHAT WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT?

Yang: it sounds fun anything to beat this boredom and besides I’ve been trying to find some new music for a while now.

Weiss: fine then be that way but know that Blake and I won’t be bothered to listen to your childish music.

Blake: actually I’ll join in too.

Weiss: *absolutly shocked* WHYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?!

Blake: same as Yang seems like fun also I’ve just finished reading my book so I e got nothing else better to do.

Yang: see even kitty cat wants to watch with us *blake glares at Yang for saying that* so whatcha say I’ve queen care to join us?

Ruby: *giving Weiss the worlds most dangerous weapon known to man the dreaded puppy dog eyes* plweeessszzzzzzzzzz?????

Weiss: *unable to resist the deadly powers of the puppy dog eyes* I— umm I ohhh alright I’ll listen to your stupid music what kind of music does he make anyway?

Ruby: *jumping up and down excited* yay thank you bestie ohh he mostly makes rock -metal songs some time a little bit of pop and always follows a certain theme.

Weiss: *annoyed by knowing that she’s going to be listening to that barbaric type of music* and that I is???

Ruby: *embarrassed* umm video games?

Weiss: WHAT THOSE STUPID IDIOTIC CHILDISH GAMES THAT ARE A WASTE OF TIME WHY DID I EVER AGREE TO THIS *exclaimed loudly but secretly at the same happy because deep down she is a HUGE gamer a secret that she will take to the grave* AND YOU *pointing to Blake* ARE OK WITH IT!?!?!

Blake: why not? I don’t have a problem with video games sometimes they can tell a story better that a book.

Yang: welp too late to turn back know soo sis what song are we listening to today?

Ruby: *excitedly grabs her scroll unplugs her headphones and sets her scroll near her freinds* how about his newest one it’s a remake of one of my favorites I’m sure y’all will love it!!!

https://youtu.be/wNI0VCRmQ0c

(Here’s the song if you want to sing along)

🎶following total atomic anihilation🎶

🎶the rebuilding our this great nation our ours my fall to you🎶

🎶that’s why we at vault-tech have prepared these educational materials🎶

🎶for you to better understand the seven defining attributes that make you🎶

🎶special🎶

🎶the future fotells a tale of when the world goes🎶

🎶BOOM🎶

🎶BOOM🎶 (when the world goes BOOM BOOM)🎶

🎶nobody prepared🎶

🎶don’t think anybody cared about the🎶

🎶SOLE TRUTH (nobody cared about the SOLE TRUTH)🎶

🎶oh the bombs🎶

🎶they rose🎶

🎶 now everybody knows the🎶

🎶DOOMS DAY DEVICE(DOOMS DAY DEVICE)🎶

🎶claustrophobia🎶

🎶autotrophic🎶

🎶catostrophic hell🎶

🎶will be soo🎶

🎶and be up in the sky🎶

🎶even when the world feels🎶

🎶lonely and cold inside🎶

🎶even when the heart feels🎶

🎶BLISTERED FORM THE SCENES🎶

🎶for they will fall🎶

🎶For they will rise🎶

🎶for they would tear apart the view 🎶

🎶from your very eyes🎶

🎶take your hindsight and Change the world🎶

🎶FOR A NEW BEGINNING🎶

🎶for its now your chance🎶

🎶to use your hands🎶

🎶descend through the cracked in the dirt🎶

🎶WHERE YOU STAND🎶

🎶take on the vast open🎶

🎶MASQUERADE🎶

🎶THIS IS ATOMIC RENEGADE🎶

🎶following total atomic anihilation🎶

🎶the rebuilding our this great nation our ours my fall to you🎶

🎶that’s why we at vault-tech have prepared these educational materials🎶

🎶for you to better understand the seven defining attributes that make you🎶

🎶resources are scarce prepare yourself for homicidal🎶

🎶RAMPAGE (HOMICIDAL RAMPAGE)🎶

🎶 claim you’re rightful place🎶

🎶mark the writing on your face turn a🎶

🎶NEW PAGE (WRITING ON YPUR FACE TURN A NEW AGE)🎶

🎶well the bomb🎶

🎶they took🎶

🎶your land and now you’re🎶

🎶LEFT ALL ALONE (LEFT ALL ALONE)🎶

🎶Thers masses of🎶

🎶rebellious🎶

🎶proposterous, demonical🎶

🎶CARNAGE READY FOR YOUR BONES🎶

🎶use your senses and you’ll🎶

🎶PROVE YOU’RE WHOLE AGAIN🎶

🎶you’re the hero of this🎶

🎶LAND DEMISED WITH PAIN🎶

🎶for they will fall🎶

🎶For they will rise🎶

🎶for they would tear apart the view 🎶

🎶from your very eyes🎶

🎶take your hindsight and Change the world🎶

🎶FOR A NEW BEGINNING🎶

🎶for its now your chance🎶

🎶to use your hands🎶

🎶descend through the cracked in the dirt🎶

🎶WHERE YOU STAND🎶

🎶take on the vast open🎶

🎶MASQUERADE🎶

🎶THIS IS ATOMIC RENEGADE🎶

🎶now let’s begin with some simple instructions on what makes you a

SPECIAL 🎶

🎶strength🎶

🎶build your ability’s to carry more🎶

🎶persecution🎶

🎶will keep your aim right where you want it to be🎶

🎶endurance🎶

🎶bronze will tackle foes but how long for?🎶

🎶charisma🎶

🎶socialize enemies are closer than you think🎶

🎶intelligence🎶

🎶outsmart your foes with gadgets capable of removing harm🎶

🎶agilety 🎶

🎶build your reflexes to defend from approaching scum🎶

🎶luck🎶

🎶Tatic and strength is one thing🎶

🎶but some times all it takes is good luck🎶

🎶now take your world and throw it upside down🎶

🎶one man pushes through🎶

🎶ONE🎶

🎶MUTANT🎶

🎶AT🎶

🎶A🎶

🎶TIME🎶

*insert guttiar solo*

🎶for you will rise🎶

🎶through hell and back🎶

🎶you fortell of time when you were under attack🎶

🎶put your hindsight and change the world🎶

🎶for they will fall🎶

🎶For they will rise🎶

🎶for they would tear apart the view 🎶

🎶from your very eyes🎶

🎶take your hindsight and Change the world🎶

🎶FOR A NEW BEGINNING🎶

🎶for its now your chance🎶

🎶descend through the cracked in the dirt🎶

🎶WHERE YOU STAND🎶

🎶take on the vast open🎶

🎶MASQUERADE🎶

🎶THIS IS ATOMIC RENEGADE🎶

🎶TAKE THE WORLD AND BEGIN🎶

🎶THE CHARGE OF THE DAMNED🎶

🎶BE SURE TO DEFENS🎶

🎶YOUR BRETHREN FRIEND🎶

🎶YOUR ARMY DECENDS🎶

🎶YOU SAVE ANEW RACE 🎶

🎶UNTILL THE END🎶

Ruby: *nervous* sooo what do you girls think???

Yang:That. Was. Awesome Sis that has got to be one of the best songs I’ve ever heard it was soo action packed.

Blake: I have to agree that was a very good song not my cup of tea but still very good nonetheless.

Ruby: YAY that two for three sooo bestie did you like it???

Weiss: *quiet as a mouse and as stiff as a board before throwing her hands up in the air and screaming*HATED IT THAT WAS THE WORST SONG IVE EVER HEARD

RUBY: *almost as pale as a ghost and on the verge of tear* W-w WHAT!?!?!?

(That’s all I can type was it good or shit (sorry if it was) this is the longest thing I’ve ever typed here I hope you all enjoy) (don’t worry jaune comes in next part with a secret)

[rant4hsmtmts]

Caswell cousins

I thought of writing this ages ago but forgot to finish it- so here is a small story about Ej and Ashlyns childhood.

Sorry this is kinda a mess and jumps all over the place lol. Anyway enjoy!

@uglyballerina @beese-is-cheese-for-bees

“I’m proud to call you my sister”

“-close enough”

Both being the only child in their families, the Caswell cousins were quite close. Ej’s parents worked a lot. They were people of high profile jobs, taking any opportunity to just drop their son around the corner to Dennis and Debbie’s house. Ashlyn was happy to see her cousin, but she could see it was kinda hard on him that he never got to spend time with his parents. He spent a lot of time at her house as a child, to the point he could walk around blindfolded (which he did do once to prove a point).

She was always there for him, and he was always there for her. He would always wait for her clubs to be finished to walk home from school together and they always shared what happened that day. You’d expect such a popular guy to complete disown his cousin, but it was more the other way around... Ej was terrified that he would eventually do something so stupid that Ashlyn would disown him. Even after some of the things he had already done, it as a wonder to him that she still hung out with him.

Growing up Ej was the first person she went to for advice. He was an intense people pleaser, but once he got comfortable he had no problems being very blunt. It meant she could always rely on him for truthful advice, of which her shy jazz musician and quiet writer parents usually were too nice to give.

So when she wrote her first song- he was the first to hear it. His loud thunderous applause made Ashlyn feel like she had written the greatest song in the world. Along with his encouragement, he suggested it needed an instrumental solo, his idea was to add a harmonica solo (something that was joked about for years to come). In the end, she added a beautiful piano solo in the middle, all jokes aside Ej knew that Ashlyn really had a gift for songwriting.

Something that was really a great way for her to express herself. Ej never really found his own expression til much later.

They grew up on the edge of new technology, seeing the ipod and ipad come through but they were nothing compared to the very first gadget they both owned, the Nintendo DS. As their parents worked through the day, leaving the two to their own devices, the Caswell cousins would often play pictochat hide and seek. Though they could only draw and type to each other they would spend hours trying to find the best spot that would leave the seeker scrambling.

The overall winner was Ej (or so he claims) because he once had the ‘genius’ idea of hiding in his parents car. It was the only time that Ashlyn had to actually accept defeat as the sun had set and their dinner was ice cold on the table.

His competitive spirit was clear from childhood. Ash knew when he said he played to win he wasn’t kidding.

Ashlyn had just finished fourth grade when they officially banned Caswell game nights in the house, after a night that went down in history as the 2013 Monopoly disaster. Ej wouldn’t speak to Ashlyn for over a week due his bruised pride (and that was even after flipping the table just before landing on Parklane). After that Debbie, Dennis, Carolyn and Adam all decided that it was probably better (and safer) to just have family dinners on Thursday nights.

As they grew older Ej and Ashlyn’s hobbies started to grow apart. Ashlyn had her clubs, her songs and Ej had his team but musical theatre was something they still shared.

2014 just starting year 7, Ej started to play waterpolo, he was always quite a strong swimmer- never fast enough for the big leagues but had the perfect upper body strength from basketball. He loved it, although his competitive nature definitely got the better of him a lot.

Waterpolo has one major risk of injury, well whether you can call it injury is subjective, but one major risk of the water sport....sunburn. Ej’s play to win attitude always court him out in one way or another, Ashlyn knew this quite well.

However it had never been so evident until he rocked up for Friday night family dinner with every visible area of skin a rich red lobster colour that could made him hiss every time he had to move. After finishing dinner the two went to the living room, as their parents started an in depth discussion about whatever drama or crisis they were facing. Both Caswell kids were quite oblivious to this at the time, but EJ knew the looks that his parents would give each other meant there was something going on. Anyway, the two went on the night playing some version of ‘New Super Mario Bros’ on the Wii. They had done this for years- it was a constant they could always count on. As Ej got older and stopped openly talking about what he was going through, Ashlyn knew a couple rounds of the Mario/ Luigi power team would help him settle down and let it out.

Due to his parents lack of attention, Ashlyn knew that her cousin had always craved positive praise and interest from other people. He used his insta ‘fame’ to try and fill the void but she knew empty likes and followers would never fix something like that. After a disappointing Waterpolo game, he lost the game, his parents didn’t come and the team had a go at him, the cousins started their trek back home down Pakington Road. Ash suggested that they have a look at the Pet Shelter and she knew cuddling all the animals could get anyone out of a bad, self deprecating mood.

After spending a little while playing with all the tiny kittens Ashlyn looked up to see Ej in the corner slumped against the wall patting a small Labrador puppy. The lop sided grin Ej made as the puppy wagged his tail, Ashlyn knew that the little dog had captured his heart already. Preceding a long argument with his parents, he finally convinced them to let him adopt the puppy.

Practically prancing down to the shelter, Ej adopted Remy, and made sure that the little puppy would never feel rejected again.

Having Remy around had confirmed one thing for Ash, although she loved the dog, she was definitely a cat person.

Since Ej got Remy, and managed to look after him by himself, it was a lot easier to convince her parents that she could have a pet. If Ej could do it… she could definitely do it.

Ash knew the moment she saw her curled up in the shelter that she couldn’t leave without her. Soft spoken meows, cautious, it was such a contrast to the brash energy that Remy had. Scarlett was the smallest of the litter, she was a gorgeous little Burmese cat.

Scarlett was always there for Ash, listening to her practice lines, watching her bake cakes, looking unimpressed when Ej would tell Ashlyn all the dumb things he managed to get up to, and being the very first fan of all her songs (as she would always make a little meow at the end).

Unfortunately, Ashlyn is the only person Ej trusts to look after Remy when he’s not home. Safe to say, Scarlett is not impressed. Remy and Scarlett tried, well at least Remy did, bouncing around the small cat wanting to play a game. Scarlett was very displeased with the notion of having to entertain the dog, so she found a loving sunny spot near the windowsill and decided to have a siesta for the arvo.

They have been there for each other through thick and thin, including discovering and having a rough lesson in heartbreak.

The very first girl Ej Caswell ever really liked was Anna Madden. It was freshman year and Ashlyn had seen the way his eyes would light up every time she was mentioned or how whenever she would call he couldn’t help but smile. But the problem with Ejs love life is he would fall hard, and fast. Saying ‘I love you’ way too early or something just as scary to a freshman who doesn’t understand commitment. After Anna dumped him for Justin, the captain of the Basketball team, Ej shut down for a while. He didn’t express his emotions as openly as his former self, he felt the rejection of his childhood once again.

Ej didn’t know why he was such an a**hole after that. He always tried to do the right thing, but at the end of the day, his lack of regard for the consequences of his actions would always come back to bite him. He really did want to have a relationship, be a good boyfriend but he was terrified of reliving the rejection, so he just had causal flings. Winked at all the girls, hanging out but at a far enough distance so that he didn't get too involved.

So when Ashlyn heard that he told Nini that he loved her- Ashlyn knew that she was different. She knew her cousin had messed up, and so did he, but she tried to plead with Nini... knowing that the girl had unlocked a part of Ej that Ashlyn thought was long gone.

Their personalities were really quite different.

Although somewhat quiet at school, Ashlyn was quite a loud person a home. She was a chatterbox that would spend every dinner retelling the details of her day with great dramatic hand gestures. Like the time she was in fifth grade, and people started a riot outside the canteen because raised the price of cookies from 50 cents to a dollar. She never really had this confidence at school but Ej knew the bright dramatic personality that hid in the shy school girl.

Ej however was rather the opposite. It was almost like his outside life he was constantly trying to entertain everyone and make them happy, while painting himself as a cool, smart and all around good guy. His constant façade was rather tiring for a guy that liked to go home and spend an hour reading the works of William Shakespeare every night.

But through all their differences (and all of Ejs stupid choices) the Caswell cousins were always there for each other. Advice, a laugh, a dangerously competitive game- they would always have each other’s backs.

[schweeeppess]

Red Robin and Batman walked into a house to gather information on a case. That was it. Their only objective was information gathering.

Bruce cursed the second he heard the whimper, pausing in his rummaging through a filing cabinet and shooting a quick glance at Tim to check if he'd heard, and he prayed his son hadn't.

So of course he had.

Tim was already on his way to the source of the heartbreaking cry across the room and curled tight in the corner of its cage.

"Red Robin," Bruce said in the hard Batman 'boss' voice. Damn it--Tim was more prone to picking up strays than Damian at this point. "We need to finish the objective."

At the command that was his name, Tim froze and stood ramrod straight (Bruce hated that the tone of voice elicited the response it did, but it still worked, even if it stung). He pouted a little, glancing back at the cage, but obeyed and finished setting up the small circular recording devices around the room as Bruce collected the paper evidence.

"But B," Tim whined quietly. "The puppies."

Bruce internally groaned and slammed his head on a wall; outwardly, he barely sighed.

"I know."

When Tim was done with his task, he wasted no time in opening the cage with the puppy inside still cowering, and he offered his open palm to the small dog.

Really, Bruce blamed the bad lighting for missing it. A second puppy's head poked out from behind the first orange-furred one.

The second puppy slowly crawled across the hard floor of its cage to Tim's hand, extending its neck as far as it could to get a sniff or two in, and subsequently hesitantly slipped its head into Tim's hand after giving it a little lick.

Pride bubbling up in his chest for no real reason, Bruce watched his son interact with the terrified puppies patiently.

It took ten minutes for the puppies to warm up fully to Tim, but when they did, they were attatched to him like bees on honey, and Bruce could tell Tim was living for it.

Even though he already had an attention-needy cat, and a beta fish that loved showing off back at his apartment.

"Red Robin, we have to go."

"I'm not leaving them."

"Red Robin..."

"Batman."

They did the stare-battle again, even though Bruce never won them, and he sighed in resignation when Tim handed him the orange puppy, hugging it close as he followed Tim out.

"...you realize we can't take these back with us, right Tim?"

"Names," was Tim's automated response. A second later he hesitated. "Why not?"

"We came on our bikes."

"Call the Batmobile."

"Red Hood is "borrowing" it, remember?"

"B," Tim whined, nuzzling the dirty puppy who licked his cheek. "Come on. The puppies. We need each other, can't you see?"

"Red Robin..."

"Batman. B. Please."

And, damn it, Bruce could tell Tim was giving him those same wide baby blue eyes he had when he was a boy. He sighed, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"We can get them in the morning. Tomorrow."

Tim grinned so wide Bruce had half a mind to test him for Joker gas.

It was a quick walk to the nearest shelter, and the receptionist at the main desk didn't bat an eye to see Red Robin and Batman walk into the establishment, each vigilante carrying a puppy. She just popped her gum and blinked slowly.

"Y'wanna 'dopt 'em?"

Heavy slums accent. Lives around here. Native Gothamite, then.

"No," Bruce responded in the gravelly tone of Batman's. "We removed them from an unsafe home. We're here to drop them off, is all."

She shrugged and looked to Tim, raising a brow. "Y'sure y'don't wanna take 'em?"

Bruce looked at Tim, cooing gently down at the puppy in his arms, and he sighed. The puppy Bruce was holding had fallen asleep on the walk to the shelter, but it appeared Tim's was still awake.

"Red Robin," he sighed again. "We talked about this."

Tim pouted, but nodded.

"Yeah, ma'am. We're just dropping them off." Quiet enough for her not to hear, he whispered to the puppies, "for now. I'll be back for you. I promise."

Glancing back at Bruce, the girl popped her gum again, shrugging. "A'ight."

Fifteen minutes later they were walking out of the shelter. Puppiless.

"First thing tomorrow," Tim started, turning and pointing at Bruce, "we're coming to get Ham and Cheddar."

Bruce blinked. "Who?"

"The puppies!"

"..."

"I'm hungry, alright?"

"...fine. First thing after breakfast."

Tim shook Bruce's hand. "Deal."

And in the morning? Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne and Bruce Thomas Wayne, sweatpants, crocs, and baggy t-shirt and all for Tim, showed up at the exact same shelter Batman and Red Robin had been at the night before.

The girl was the same one from the night before, and she was still chewing gum.

Her perpetual gum-chewing was concerning.

"We're here to adopt," Bruce said after offering a grade-A Brucie greeting. "For my son."

She looked to Tim disinterestedly. Popped her gum again.

He smiled a little and waved, clearly not embarrassed, and she shrugged.

"'kay. Dog or cat?"

"Dogs," Tim quickly replied. "We're here for some pups, actually."

The pups comment made the girl--Farah was her nametag--frown.

"Right. Follow me then."

Bruce was hardly concerned about Tim adopting more dogs than the ones he'd already bonded with as they walked past well-kept cages of puppies and kittens. It would have been worse with Damian.

They stopped in front of a large cage, and Farah gestured to the dogs inside. "'ese guys came in last night," she said. "The Batman and Red Robin brought 'em."

Leaning forward to see over Tim, Bruce saw the two puppies from last night--corgis, from the paper on their cage--and they were huddled in a corner, asleep.

"We'll take them," Bruce said.

Farrah nodded.

"They all?"

Just as Bruce opened his mouth to say that, yes, they were only getting the two corgi puppies, Tim spoke up.

"No, actally."

Farah seemed to perk up. "Oh?"

"Yeah--there was an older pitbull back there...?"

Bruce was stunned silent, but at Tim's choice Farah seemed to radiate joy as she popped her gum again and smiled.

She smiled, for the first time since they'd met her.

"Ya int'rest'd in 'im?"

Tim nodded and next thing Bruce knew, he was being led back two aisles to a large enclosure. Inside a mean-looking white and tan pitbull paced its space. When they stopped outside the gate, the pitbull bared its teeth and started growling, backing away slowly with its ears flat on its skull.

Bruce sighed. An abused dog, then.

"Tim?" he asked. "You're sure?"

Warmth and affection glinted in Tim's eyes as he watched the dog, and Bruce didn't need the verbal affirmation. "Yeah."

"Okay." Looking up at Farah, Bruce said, "We'll take him too."

She grinned, nodding. "I suggest you get in there with him. He'll need to warm up to you. He acts all tough," she said, looking back at the growling dog, a tad sadly, "but he's just scared. He's got a great heart. It's just been broken too many times."

Bruce looked to the dog again. He didn't meet gazes with it, but he could see the pain and fear in its body, and it broke his heart a little.

"Okay," he said. Tim was already slowly slipping inside, and Bruce went to follow him.

Farah watched them, and said, "I'll bring the papers."

Once Tim and Bruce were immediately inside the small enclosure, Tim closed the gate behind him and sat down right where he was. Bruce mimicked him.

When his son started talking to him about work, it surprised him, but Bruce endulged him, figuring Tim knew what he was doing. Tim looked at Bruce as they spoke, and Bruce held Tim's gaze.

Even being Batman he didn't notice the dog's approach until twenty minutes later and it sniffed at his palm.

Surprised but unafraid, Bruce opened his hand more and held it out to the dog, the way he'd seen Tim do it the night before with the corgis.

As the pitbull sniffed at his palm, Bruce noticed all the scars the dog sported. Jagged cuts along its side and flanks, smaller ones on its muzzle, a curving one over an eye, and a chipped ear.

Rage threatened to build but the dog sensed it and froze, so Bruce forced it down for the dog. He earned a hesitant lick to the palm for his efforts and the dog switched to smell Tim's palm, tail slowly starting to wag in tentative hope.

Farrah appeared with the papers in hand, apologizing for the wait, when the pitbull's tail was wagging carefully and Tim was scratching at the dog's head. She smiled at the scene again, and asked what they wanted to name the dogs.

"Ceddar and Ham for the corgis," Tim said with a little blush, "and I think I'll name him... Jay."

Bruce met Tim's gaze and raised a brow at the choice.

"Jay?" he asked.

Tim nodded once, firmly. "Yes."

Farah scribbled the names down, then told them they could pick the dogs up in three days. The wait seemed to disappoint Tim, but they agreed, thanked Farah, and stood to go.

As they opened the gate to leave, Jay's tail wagged a little more and he tilted his head as if to ask where they were going.

"I'll be back," Tim promised the dog, crouching to pet him again and making sure the dog saw where his hand went. "I promise. We're springing you from this joint."

Bruce snorted, lips quirking up.

Three days later they walked into the shelter dogless and walked out with Ham, Cheddar, and Jay.

"I'm gonna keep Jay at the apartment," Tim said as they entered the car with the dogs. "Because I don't think Titus would like him very much."

Bruce nodded, starting the car. Jay sat in the passenger side, sniffing at everything, pawing at the odd surfaces. In the backseats Tim was being smothered by his corgi puppies.

A minute passed in silence.

"Bruce, I think I'm gonna need a bigger apartment soon," Tim's muffled voice spoke up from under his corgis.

Bruce silently agreed as he drove to Tim's apartment. At the rate he was going...

"Don't tell Jason you named the pitbull after him."

His muffled voice spoke up again. "Why not? They both pretend to be mean, and they're both sweet deep down. Pitbull Jay has lots of scars, Jason has lots of scars--the parallels are too obvious! Jay is Jason in dog form."

Bruce's lips twitched and he shook his head.

"You know I'm right!"

"No comment."

"That proves it!"

@belovedbratwonder there you go.

[sureivy]

is that HALSEY? no, that’s just IVY CALDER. SHE is TWENTY-FOUR years old and is an EMPLOYEE AT DON’T FRET & PAWS 4 LOVE. rumor has it they’ve been in town for FOUR MONTHS / TEN YEARS. on a good day, they’re CREATIVE & VERSATILE. but watch out! they can also be IRRESPONSIBLE & VOLATILE. TRIGGER BANG BY LILY ALLEN (FT. GIGGS) plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill!

hello my pals ! i’m amy ( 20 // est // she/her ) and i am super excited to be here! we also over here bringing back a fairly old muse (i,, apparently,, play her during election years,,) with a couple of tweaks, so we love that for me! also! pls forgive me if this is lowkey disorganized, we’ve been in and out of airports all day! can’t wait to contract that sexy corona!

QUICK FACTS:

full name: ivy rose calder

date of birth: may 2, 1995

*does not perfectly reflect the below big three zodiac chart because that’s too much math

zodiac big three: taurus sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual ( preference for women bc we luv that for her but we also luv leaving things open to chemistry )

education: high school diploma

enneagram: 7w8?

mbti: enfp

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

positive traits: creative, versatile, passionate, compassionate

negative traits: irresponsible, volatile, impressionable, hedonistic

BACKGROUND INFO:

triggers: brief implied sexual abuse, suicide, a lot of death talk?, drug abuse ( desoxyn ), overdose

ivy lived the first eight years of her life in newark, nj. she had a mere family of three – her mother, a model-turned-stay-at-home-mom, her father, a politician, and herself. she was much closer to her mother, but she and her father were close at night.

when her mother finally found out about this, she wasted no time in taking ivy’s father’s side. what a good mom! instead, ya girl was already getting in touch with cps herself... but wow... it was gonna ruin his career in politics :\

“Now, one thing I lerned from Storys is, when something big is about to okur, a riter will go: Then it hapened! This tells the reeder: Get Reddy. Here I go: Then it hapened!” - fox 8

then it happened!

humiliated, clearly never getting a platform back, and absolutely bitter, ivy’s father killed himself before being sent to prison. 

Very Tragique™

ok. so. to distance themselves from the poor memories, but to save money, ivy and her mother moved to springhill, temporarily sharing ivy’s aunt’s apartment while her mother began collecting enough money to buy an apartment of their own and keep it.

during this time, ivy was seeing a lot of people and she didn’t know why! they asked questions about her mental health, but she didn’t know why! i mean, totally not traumatic, right?

yes. instead of managing communication well, she became very fascinated by the concept of death. she had many questions about it, she, a youth, had some extended conversations with clergymen about it –– she never killed any animals, god forbid, but she was absolutely fascinated when she ran across them.

SO CLEARLY THAT WAS ALSO TRYING TO BE DEALT WITH.

ok, i’m gonna skip ahead a little. now in teen years and still fascinated by death, but in a healthier way!, and no longer in therapy because... like... that costs a lot of money!

she dealt with it the best she could. became enamored with music... because why wouldn’t she? some covers here and there, some originals here and there, living that youtube lyf, but not expecting anything to come of it. just liked validation! mood!

she also dealt with it the worst she could! became enamored with drugs! naturally, it started out small. some weed, some lsd, some molly –– you know, just drugs that you don’t typically think of as addictive. although her grades suffered, it was harmless enough...

upon graduating high school, she figured... no college. instead, with barely any money to her name, she was like “i... will go to new york... and i will become famous.”

and she did! she did go to new york! she found a few sketchy places that didn’t charge much for a few nights as she began networking - both socially and “i would like to be known for music” (i literally just forgot the word for networking like..... employment wise.... y’all i’m so dumb). when she’d made some friends, she began crashing on couches that were not quite as sketchy! 

but :\ she did meet these friends in sketchy places :\ and they were like “ok here r some new and more addictive drugs for u to try!”

what she wound up abusing using the most was desoxyn. it kept her awake, it kept her focused, it even shed a few pounds to create an excellent figure! what wasn’t to love! 

i mean it’s literally a prescription methamphetamine,,, when abused,,, literally almost exact same effects as meth,,, but when meth mouth, skin lesions, acne, etc aren’t occurring as a side effect? who was she to care!

20, she released an actual ep with the help of a super cool friend who made everyone call him puppy mills! wow! things were excellent! it wasn’t necessarily seeing mainstream traction, but there was a decent enough following! enough to release an album at 22!

perfect timing, btw! desoxyn was starting to become too expensive for puppy to afford and trying to fake having such a severe form of adhd that desoxyn would be prescribed as opposed to something like ritalin or adderal when it’s literally illegal to prescribe in some countries now?? too hard :\ but the money from the album helped her and puppy!

*olaf vc* puppy died. *end vc*

she was there for it too. she thought it was just a freak-out, took a LITTLE too much, but not OVERDOSE worthy... then he l i t e r a l l y died. and it was a painful death!

“oh wow! maybe prescription meth isn’t super cool after all! shucks!” but that was also an opening?? to visit death herself?? like... she didn’t necessarily want to die (sort of), but she wanted... an answer to the question that had plagued her her entire life... so she was like “ok hope i die then someone revives me but if i die then :\ i guess i die!”

did not die. but also did not get a satisfying answer to her question. the only way it would’ve been truly satisfying? if she had been dead for longer than a minute - then it would’ve given a definite answer! because the answer she received was just nothingness which, while peaceful... is it true?

she tried to detox alone, what because rehab is a business, and it... only... sort of worked. she would be clean for a few weeks, then fall back in, then clean for a few weeks, then fall back in. whenever she wasn’t just naturally focused and awake, or whenever what she was focused on was the past, she would fall back in.

i mean, a side effect is memory loss, so win/win!

she made the semi-wise decision to move back to springhill. wisest would’ve been to just move to a town/city she had absolutely no memories in, but better than moving back to newark!

so... without much to show, and with an unreliable streak, she knew she wouldn’t be able to start looking for much of an occupation – but she still needed money! so she began working at don’t fret out of a love for music, then began working at the animal shelter after completing training.

the main training was, of course, for putting animals to sleep.

FULL CIRCLE.

ah yes. how she pretends it’s healthy... even tho there are studies and statistics relating suicide to veterinarians and shelter workers who euthanize animals... ah yes.

has been back for four months now. love that. do not know how to finish this.

TL ; DR:

born in newark. moved to springhill at 8. childhood trauma that she is still carrying causes fascination with death. “i love music.” moved to ny at 18 because realistic. childhood trauma also causes dependency on desoxyn. releases an ep and an album. does not become famous, but they both have decent traction. moves back after an overdose. relapses... often. now sells records and puts animals to sleep. miss american dream since she was 17, amirite?

PERSONALITY / MISCELLANEOUS INFO:

one person one week, a totally different person the next.

wants to please people, but also wants to be her own person? it’s a whole deal!

in spite of her slight icarian incident, she still hopes to maybe one day become a real musician and performer. until then, we selling records and saying ‘goodbye’ to sweet animals!

can truly flip like a switch in interactions! does love ruining things for herself! almost always feels bad after bc :\ damn :\ alright :\

i’m very bad at these sections i really hate that i always include them!

is still avoiding healthy coping mechanisms. love that for her.

favorite movie is, unironically, the bee movie. favorite horror movie is cats.

SO GOOD at memorizing random lines or trivia. could probably recite literally all of who’s afraid of virginia woolf? other than that?? her memory is so bad. hate drugs for that :\

she uses her hair to express herself! (that sounds really boring.) ...she uses her hair to express herself!

but no. seriously. wears the black shag weave the most, followed by the blue/yellow combo ( we stan the badlands aesthetic ). occasionally forays into other colors and styles when money permits, but it’s usually gonna be one of those two!!

was an envy on the coast stan in high school which makes an inappropriate amount of sense.

will go out and steal the dumbest shit when she’s drunk. has a history of stealing chickens.

once again: hate that i always include these!! feel free 2 j consult the personality parts in the quick facts!!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

ok we gonna list some general ones for right now! all are open to multiple people unless there’s an asterisk by it!

close friends –– moonie, teagan,

ride or die

childhood friends –– moonie,

bad influence ( mutual or her on them ) –– veronica ( mutual ),

good influence ( them on her ) –– presley, hayden, gabrielle,

exes ( can be from high school or something like that if based in springhill, can be from 20s in new york if based in new york )

fwb –– trent,

will they, won’t they –– presley,

someone who knew her music ( can be neutral, a fan of it, or hate it afhkjsl ) –– presley, moonie, teagan, indiana, 

will also possibly be sending in some wanted connections for things that are! more specific!

truly anything!! also up to brainstorm and/or look at yours if you have them!!

UPDATE: i have created a wc page so we luv that for me.

OK. like this or hmu if you’d like to plot!

[itsanerdlife]

Smoke 2/16

Pairing: Ronin!Clint Batron x Black Cat!Reader

Warning: Violence. Torture mentioned. Death mentioned. Nightmares. Lies. Seducing. Sexual humor. Broken and damaged pasts. Killing. Possessive Male. Struggling to open up. Secrets. Dark past.

A/N: ENDGAME SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT, DON’T READ THIS!!!

After the snap, the avengers split apart. Finding their own ways to cope. Clint found his under a new identity, Ronin. Getting revenge for those they lost. For the family taken from them. The evil left when heroes were wiped out, it became his mission to take out the evil. All while keeping a list of those who could help, if needed one day. Clint stumbles upon a woman, Cat. She’s a mystery in the dark. One happen stance meet, one night, gone like smoke.

After the second snap, setting the world right again. Fury is looking at those kept tabs on. When Cat appears on the screen, nobody know a lot about the mysterious woman who haunted Clint’s dreams and stole his favorite T-shirt. There’s a chance she’s in trouble, can Clint find her, convince her there is more, that he can save her? But is he the cause of what’s after her? Just what mystery is she keeping all to herself? Or is he the one she’s trying to save?

Seven Years Since First Snap – Two Years Since Second Snap – Two Years, One Months Since Cat –

Clint

The team settles in around the meeting table in the newly remodeled and updated compound. Two years after the second and technically third snap, it took a lot to rebuild even with Tony’s snappy fingers and money. The ground was destroyed from the fight, from the battle, the war, they somehow, thankfully came out on top in. The team together again, but they were missing some still. Thor having taken off, and Tony being practically retired for the most part now that he had Morgan.

“New recruits?” Steve asks taking a seat next to Clint.

“Couldn’t hurt.” Tony points out, sipping his coffee.

“Romanov and Rhodey kept tabs during the snap, just to be safe, in case those who were left needed more strength.” Fury nods.

Tony brings up the holograms they move in a slow circle around the center of the table. Images of multiple people, those they thought could come in hand at some point. He watches the small clips, photos, and trace amounts of information with each one as they slowly pass.

“I know some of them aren’t our typical bread and butter, but we were desperate at the time.” Nat comments as she scrolls through the list of names.

His eyes scan each face that crosses in front of him. Bright white hair, and a rolling stones tee. He sits up instantly, from the slouch he had been in his seat. His sudden motion makes Peter and Steve look over. He quickly swipes bringing the hologram back.

The photo of her is from a distance, head tipped, hair falling over her shoulder, her eyes trained on something else. It’s the video that might as well have reached into his chest and ripped out his beating heart. She’s strutting down the side walk, a smirk on her lips, hair tied up, wearing his Rolling Stones tee she’d stolen on her way out his window. Her head turns, eyes focusing on the camera, as if she knew she was being recorded.

The video starts again, on a constant loop. It was like she was smirking back at him, staring into his soul with those mesmerizing grey eyes. He doesn’t pay attention to the team watching, confused by his actions. He stares, watching the video over and over.

“Barton do you know her?” Steve asks slowly, as if he was cautious to speak.

“I met her during the snap.” He swallows.

“How do you know Cat?” Peter asks, his head tips in that innocent puppy type of way. The same way Morgan did when she wanted something she wasn’t supposed to have. Clint turns looking at Peter, confused how he knew Cat as well.

“She was following me, at the same time someone else was. She killed him. I caught her.” Clint rattles off.

“Like highlander?” Tony smirks. “There can only be one Barton stalker?” He asks.

“I guess so.” Clint shrugs.

“Wait, so how does Parker know her?” Buck asks from across the table.

“Um. she beat me up.” Peter mumbles, looking a little embarrassed.

“Why?” Nat smirks.

“She was robbing a jewelry shop.” Peter nods slowly. “I tried to stop her.” He avoids eye contact.

“She whooped on you?” Sam smirks.

“She knocked me out cold.” Peter nods, pushing his mouth together.

“Why was she following you, Barton?” Wanda tips her head, watching him with a smirk.

“She was paid to find where I live.” He explains, his eyes falling back on the barely a profile they had on her. “I was causing a lot of trouble for very touchy, powerful people.” He smirks repeating the same line she used on him.

“What did she do?” Steve asks.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, zoning out. “She was gone before morning.” He spoke softly, falling into the memory of the only night he replayed over the last two years.

“Morning?” Tony’s brow snaps up. Clint’s head snaps up, blinking.

“Huh?” He looks around, forgetting for a brief moment he was in the meeting room with the others. The others smirk at him, Fury nods, slowly starting the spin of the hologram again.

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Clint

He sat on the couch, tablet in hand, his eyes fixed on the screen. Watching the same little video over and over again. A book lands in his lap, before Morgan clambers up next to him, curling herself up under his arm and into his side.

“Uncle Clint, read me a story?” She asks, peering up at him. Her dark brown hair the same as Tony’s before it started greying, rumbled in her adventure to get ready for bed.

“Huh?” He looks down at her. Noticing the book in his lap. “Oh yeah, of course I will.” He nods, setting the tablet down on the couch next to him.

“Who is that uncle Clint?” She asks, looking at the screen of the tablet. She’s six going on seven, and just as nosey as her father.

“Someone I think I need to help.” He admits, looking down at her. He brushes her hair back, smiling at the little love in his life.

“Is she in trouble?” She asks watching him.

“She might be.” He sighs. She nods slowly.

“You should help her uncle Clint.” She wiggles off the couch, taking her book with her.

“Where are you going?” He laughs, as she starts to leave the living room.

“Ask Petey to read to me.” She looks back, a small smile on her face.

“Tell him to read you two.” He grins at her.

“Tay.” She skips out of the room in search for her older brother Peter.

He picks up the tablet, staring at the screen for a few more moments. He stands, leaving the living room as well. Finding Nat sitting in the sunroom, watching the rain come down, book in her hand.

“Nat?” He steps into the room, still holding the tablet. Her head comes up, looking over at him.

“Barton?” She smirks.

“Can you run a facial scan through the city?” He asks.

“Who are you looking for?” She sets the book down.

“Her.” He holds up the tablet for her to see Cat.

“You going to tell me about that Morning, comment?” She lifts a brow smirking.

“Run her face. Let me know if you find her.” He chuckles. He leaves the tablet with her, heading back through the compound.

He stops in Peter’s doorway, Morgan curled up on his bed with him. Picture books on the bed next to them. Peter’s got a book in his hand about caterpillar, he looks up.

“Hey Clint.” He smiles, his little sister snuggled up, looking beyond content.

“Could you look for Cat?” He asks, leaning on the frame. “Let me know if you find her?” He shrugs.

“I’ll start in the morning.” Peter nods.

“Thanks Peter. Night munchkin.” He smiles at Morgan; she blows him a kiss.

“You know she’s a wild card, right?” Peter asks watching him.

“So am I.” Clint chuckles, pushing off the frame.

“Good point.” Peter snorts, going back to the story his sister picked out to be read for the night.

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[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.15

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: Thank you @dean-winchesters-bacon & @sculptorofbeginnings for looking this over for me :):)xx

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Bugs. Angst. Sibling rivalry??

Bamby

You were walking down the hall when you came to a stop, spotting Sam standing by the bathroom door that was open a crack. Dean’s head was poking out, wrapped in a towel.

“This shower is awesome.” Dean grinned.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Come on.”

As Dean closed the door again, Sam turned and spotted you. He lifted his nose in the air and sniffed before his lips twitched into a frown. You stood frozen, eyes wide, as he strode towards you.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he spun you around and pressed your against the wall as he dragged his nose along the column of your throat.

“You smell like Dean.” He dragged his lips against your skin. “Supposed to be my girlfriend. Gotta keep up appearances,” he breathed, the tone of his voice suggesting he was trying to be convincing.

Only you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you, or convince himself.

Reaching for his jacket, you fisted the material and moaned as his tongue licked at your neck. “Sam.... you’re scenting me.”

“I know.” Pressing in closer, he continued to rub against your neck as his scent grew thicker, surrounding you. “Fuck… Y/N… take your jacket off.”

“What?”

“Do it. Take your jacket off.”

With him still pressed against you, it was hard to do but you somehow managed to get your jacket off. Once it was in your hands, Sam snatched it from your grasp and tossed it down the hall, keeping his face buried against your neck.

Staying close, he tugged his own jacket off. He pulled you away from the wall then, before draping it over your shoulders.

“Wear it.”

“You’ll get cold.”

He chuckled against your neck. “I have other jackets, Y/N.” His nose nuzzled against you. “Just need you to smell like me.”

The feel of his tongue peaking out once more, licking at your pulse point, made you jump and moan. Part of you wanted to pull him closer and tear his clothes apart. Another part of you, though, wanted to push him away.

You never got the chance to do anything before he stepped back and turned to walk down the hall. Pressed against the wall, you watched as he picked your shirt up on the way. Right before he disappeared around the corner, you swore you saw him lift the fabric to his face.

Sitting in the back of Baby, you subconsciously turned your head to sniff your collar. Well… Sam’s collar. You were still wearing his jacket which was far too big on you, but that only made it more comfortable.

Dean rolled to a stop outside of a house where a body was being rolled on a stretcher to the coroner’s car.

“You comin’ with, or…” Dean stopped as the brothers looked to you.

Nose pulling away from Sam’s jacket quickly, you put on a tight smile. “Huh?”

Sam was grinning widely, while Dean clenched his jaw before repeating himself, “You comin’ with us or are you staying in the car?”

“I’ll… I’ll come,” you stumbled.

Eyes snapping up to meet yours, Sam held your gaze. Your heart began to race as your breath caught in your throat. The intensity of that look…

“Okay then. Let’s go,” Dean grunted as he got out of the car.

Both you and Sam followed suit and started to walk around to meet Dean on the footpath. Pulling the umbrella open to shield himself from the rain, Sam then reached out and pulled you closer, making sure you were undercover as well.

“Don’t want you getting a cold,” he explained, but the tug of his lips that threatened a grin said something else.

Rolling his eyes at the two of you, Dean walked ahead and started towards Larry.

Hanging up his phone, Larry looked a little surprised to see us. “Hello. You're, uh, back early.” You were pretty sure you could sense a hint of nervousness in his tone, like he was worried the scene might make you all change your minds about buying a place.

If only he knew…

“Yeah, we just drove in,” Dean shrugged, “wanted to take another look at the neighborhood.”

“What's goin' on?” Sam asked.

“You guys met, uh... Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?”

Sam nodded. “The realtor.”

The Omega who was spraying the place like a cat.

“Well, she, uh... passed away last night.”

Shit. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Sure, the woman had gotten on your nerves, but you never wanted anything to happen to her.

Dean shook his head in shock. “What happened?”

“I'm still tryin' to find out. Identified the body for the police,” Larry explained before his eyes was caught by one of the officers. “Look, I-I'm sorry, this isn't a good time now.

“It's okay,” Sam assured him understandingly.

“Excuse me.” With an apologetic smile, Larry walked off.

As soon as he was gone, Dean turned to you and Sam. “You know what we have to do, right?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “Get in that house.”

“See if we got a bug problem.”

“I might just go wait in the-”

“You’ll be fine,” Dean promised, cutting you off. “Unless you want to wait, alone, in the bug infested town.”

“Actually, I think I might be safer with you guys.”

You had to wait for the cops to leave before you could climb the fence into Lynda’s backyard. Dean jumped over first before Sam helped you up. On the other side, Dean was there, helping you back onto your feet. He didn’t pass the opportunity to pull you close.

The smell of his scent was a little stronger than usual…

“Dean… what are you doing?”

“You smell like Sam,” he stated, eyes roaming your lips, neck and cleavage.

Sam’s feet landed on the ground heavily. Sighing, he stood up straight and froze. “Dean.”

“What?” Dean snapped, keeping his eyes on your lips. “No one is around, Sam. Don’t need to keep up appearances now.”

Grunting, Sam stepped up behind you. “She’s supposed to smell like me.”

“And she does, that’s my problem.”

The air was getting thicker as their scents grew stronger and stronger. They were smothering you, surrounding you. It was too much...

Whimpering, you had to grip onto Dean’s jacket to keep yourself from falling as your knees gave out. “Fuck. Stop. Please.” Your eyes rolled back.

“Y/N.” They both moved to grab you, to help you, but their touch was too much.

Pushing on Dean’s chest, you stumbled away from them and landed flat on your ass. Hissing in pain, you rubbed at your tailbone, prompting them both to reach out for you again.

“Don’t!” You lifted your hands to stop them. “Don’t touch me right now.”

“Y/N…” Sam turned on the puppy eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” you scoffed. “Shouldn’t I be asking that question? Dean, you fuck everything and anything with tits, and now you’re getting jealous because of Sam and me? And Sam, you don’t even like me, you’ve ignored me for months, why are you acting all Alpha now?” Grunting, you pulled yourself up to your feet and dusted your hands onto your jeans. “I don’t need this shit. I’m dealing with enough,” you huffed. “So can we please finish this case and move on, without another pissing contest from the two of you?”

Turning on your heels, you stormed over to one of the windows and slid it open before creeping into the house.

Dean was right behind you, followed by Sam who closed the window once he was inside. The three of you looked around instantly spotting the taped outline of where the body had been, before peeking into the bathroom where broken glass lay scattered on the floor.

“This looks like the place.”

Walking into the bathroom, Dean crouched down and lifted the towel from the floor, only to drop it. The thing was covered in dead spiders.

“Urgh!” Shuddering, you turned your back. “I hate this case!”

“You think they’re from Spider Boy?”

“Matt,” Sam corrected, a little harshly. “Maybe.”

…

The school bus came to a stop in front of Baby before Matt stepped off. Instead of heading into the development and home, though, he ducked into the nearby woods.

“Isn't his house that way?” Dean noted, pointing in the opposite direction from where Matt had disappeared.

Sam gave a short nod. “Yep.”

“So where's he goin'?”

“Can we not find out and just stay in the car?” you asked, causing both of them to turn to you. “Woods equals bugs.”

“That’s the case, Y/N,” Dean reminded you.

“Yeah, I know, and it’s the problem.”

He frowned, confused. “For years you’ve dealt with our bloody wounds and freaky monsters, but bugs are the things that push you too far?”

“Eight. Legged. Freaks. Need I say more?”

Chuckling, Sam reached for his door. “You’ll be fine. Come on.”

Begrudgingly, you followed the brothers and got out of the car before crossing the road and ducking into the woods.

“Hey, Matt. Remember me?”

Matt turned around at the sound of Sam’s voice, holding his hand up in front of him. You shuddered at the sight of the stick bug on his hand.

“What are you doin' out here?”

“Well, we wanna talk to you,” Dean started.

“You're not here to buy a house, are you?” Matt asked, earning a shake of the head from Dean. “W-wait. You're not serial killers?”

The three of you laughed.

“No, no. No, I think you're safe,” Sam assured him.

“So, Matt... you sure know a lot about insects.” Dean was not being subtle or hiding the accusation in his words.

“So?”

“Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?”

“I hear she died this morning.”

“Mm, that's right. Spider bites.”

“Matt... you tried to scare Y/N with a spider,” Sam added, trying to connect the dots for the kid.

The shock on Matt’s face was instant. “Wait. You think I had something to do with that?”

Dean shrugged. “You tell us.”

“That tarantula was a joke. And I apologised.” Matt glanced at you then. “Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack or the gas company guy.”

“You know about those?” Sam was as surprised as you were.

“There is somethin' going on here. I don't know what... but something's happening with the insects. Let me show you something.”

Taking the lead, he started to move further into the woods. Both Sam and Dean weren’t too far behind him, but you paused. The idea made you shudder.

“Come on, Y/N,” Dean called over his shoulder, knowing you were lagging. “Unless you want to be stuck out here by yourself.”

You needed no more encouragement before you hurried on after them.

“So, if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad?” Sam asked, a step behind Matt. “Maybe he could clear everybody out.”

“Believe me, I've tried. But, uh, Larry doesn't listen to me,” Matt explained.

“Why not?”

“Mostly? He's too disappointed in his freak son.”

Sam scoffed, “I hear you.”

“You do?” Dean really had no clue.

You remembered what it was like, before Sam went away. You remembered the way John had treated his sons like soldiers more often than not. You remembered how Sam fought him all the way, every day. You remembered how ugly it got when the two of them went head to head.

Thing is, you also understood them both.

John had lost the love of his life and had to raise his two sons in a world of monsters. He knew the truth, and he wasn’t going to sit by and let it destroy him. He was a man on a mission, someone that had to have a purpose. He sacrificed everything for his family, raising them in his own version of ‘right’.

Sam, though, didn’t see the point. He didn’t understand. He was sheltered at first, kept away from the violence, so he had a taste of normal. He got addicted to normal and he craved it for the rest of his life. Being held back, but trained to do the things John wouldn’t let him do… he felt like his time was being wasted, like he could do something better with his life.

They were both strong minded, stubborn and dedicated people, who just didn’t see the world in the same light.

Maybe Dean didn’t see all of that because he was always too busy following the path his father set out. He didn’t know any better, though, so you couldn’t blame him.

“Matt, how old are you?” Sam asked, not responding to Dean.

“Sixteen.”

“Well, don't sweat it, because in two years, something great's gonna happen.”

“What?”

“College,” Sam answered simply. “You'll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad.”

“What kind of advice is that? Kid should stick with his family,” Dean argued.

Stopping in his tracks, Sam turned to glare at his brother.

Before either of them could say anything, you stepped between them, looking at the confused and slightly concerned kid.

“How much further?”

“We're close.”

Reaching a clearing, you came to a stop on the edge and listened. All around you, you could hear bugs. Hundreds of them.

That can’t be good.

“I've been keeping track of insect populations. It's, um, part of an AP science class,” Matt explained.

Dean glanced at Sam. “You two are like peas in a pod.”

Ignoring him, Sam asked Matt, “What's been happening?”

“A lot. I mean, from bees to earthworms, beetles... you name it. It's like they're congregating here.”

“Why?”

Matt shrugged at Dean’s question. “I don't know.”

“What's that?” Sam gestured to a dark patch of grass in the middle of the clearing.

Even though it was the last thing you wanted to do, the four of you moved closer to the darker grass. Dean took the lead, reaching out to toe at the dirt, cause it to cave in a little, creating a hole.

Crouching down, Dean grabbed a stick and poked it into the hole. “There's somethin' down there.” Putting the stick down, he reached his hand into the hole. “Come on. Come on.”

You grabbed Sam’s arm reflexively, worriedly, watching as Dean dug around. All you could imagine was him pulling out an arm covered in creepy crawlies.

Instead… he pulled out a human skull.

“Thank God.” You let out a breath. Matt turned to you, horrified. You shrugged. “Dead things I’m good with. Bugs… not so much.”

Dean pulled up outside of the local college, right outside of the Anthropology department. The three of you climbed out of the car, you with the box of bones in your arms. Sam was quick to swoop in, though

Shrugging his jacket off, he draped it over the box and took it from you.

“Thanks.” You smiled up at him.

He shrugged, smiling back. “No problem.”

Just that boyish look and gentlemanly behaviour, and you were ready to swoon.

“Come on.” He nodded for you to follow before walking around the car to where Dean was waiting. “So, a bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave.”

“Yeah. Maybe this is a haunting. Pissed off spirits?” Dean suggested as you all started towards the building. “Some unfinished business?”

“Yeah, maybe. Question is, why bugs? And why now?”

“That's two questions,” Dean noted.

“Because ghosts are assholes, and bugs are creepy,” you answered for Sam, though you knew that wasn’t the real reason.

Sam didn’t respond to either of you.

As the silence stretched on for a few more minutes, Dean took the chance to change the subject. “Yeah, so with that kid back there... why'd you tell him to just ditch his family like that?”

“Just, uh... I know what the kid's goin' through,” Sam answered.

“How 'bout tellin' him to respect his old man, how's that for advice?”

Oh shit...

“Dean, come on.” Sam stopped walking and turned to him. “This isn't about his old man. You think I didn't respect Dad. That's what this is about.”

“Just forget it, all right? Sorry I brought it up.” Dean tried to keep walking, but Sam stopped him.

“I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough.”

“So what are you sayin'? That Dad was disappointed in you?”

“Was?” Sam scoffed. “Is. Always has been.”

Dean looked at him with bewilderment. “Why would you think that?”

“Because I didn't wanna bowhunt or hustle pool. Because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which, to our whacked-out family, made me the freak.”

“Yeah, you were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters,” Dean muttered.

“Dean, you know what most dads are when their kids score a full ride? Proud. Most dads don't toss their kids out of the house.”

Nodding, Dean stood a little straighter as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I remember that fight. In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases comin' out of your mouth.”

You flinched, also recalling that night. The night Sam had left...

Sam shook his head. “You know, truth is, when we finally do find Dad... I don't know if he's even gonna wanna see me.”

“Sam, Dad was never disappointed in you. Never,” Dean assured him. “He was scared.”

“What are you talkin' about?”

“He was afraid of what could've happened to you if he wasn't around. But even when you two weren't talkin'... he used to swing by Stanford whenever he could,” Dean told him, causing Sam’s smirk to fade. “Keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded.

“Why didn't you tell me any of that?” Sam asked, looking to both of you.

“Well, it's a two-way street, dude. You could've picked up the phone.” Dean shrugged.

Truth be told… you hadn’t known John was checking up on Sam. Made you wonder why no one had said anything to you, either.

“Come on,” Dean gestured over his shoulder at the building. “We're gonna be late for our appointment,” he mumbled before turning and walking away.

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