#did hyde get more flirty

[uwucultz]

my thoughts on coffee talk 2.

[tylernation]

Explaining Tyler Galpin

Ok, just thought I might post this because I need to say this. I don’t care who you ship in the show, whether you’re Wenclair, Wyler, Wavier, or no ship for Wednesday at all (since Jenna favours that). But lack of understanding for someone like Tyler completely annoys and angers me greatly.

His whole life from the day he was born has been a curse. His mother Françoise had her Hyde unlocked just afterwards via severe postpartum depression which led her to be institutionalised in a psychiatric facility for the rest of her life. As Tyler would have been weeks to months old when this more than likely happened. He probably spent his childhood seeing his mother in hospital under limited and supervised visits, leading Tyler to develop confusion about this and later leading him to frequently press his father about her to which Donovan would ignore or try to change the subject as he was to engulfed in his own grief and depression to answer his son.

Everytime he looked at Tyler, Donovan would have instantly been reminded of the woman he loved and what became of her. And as Wednesday deduced in the last episode, he spent the past years living in fear of the possibility that Tyler would suffer the same fate as his mother. So rather than face that possibility and further heartbreak again, Donovan chose to bury himself in his work and alcohol and keep his distance from Tyler. From Tyler’s POV, seeing his father rarely would have led him to feel unloved or unwanted. And it would have led him to grow up on his own without any help and lead him to be easily influenced by certain figures within his life such as Lucas, Jonah, and Carter, and develop feelings of resentment and perhaps self-hatred to which he took out on others such as when he assaulted Xavier Thorpe a year prior to the first season. Though another theory is that he only attacked Xavier AFTER he learned about his mother from Laurel and how Nevermore refused to help her because she was a Hyde, but that's a theory for another time. Now instead of helping Tyler deal with his problems, Donovan once again decided to let someone else handle this by sending his son off to a boot camp, and while this might of helped somewhat in terms of his behavioural problems. It did nothing to help him when the inevitable came.

When Thornhill began grooming Tyler a year before Wednesday’s arrival. She did so by taking advantage of his neglected life, and emotional insecurities that craved for affection and care. Caressing his hand in the Weathervane and slowly but surely luring him into a false sense of security (probably acting flirty and sexual towards him as well). So when Laurel finally shows Tyler his mother’s psych file about her being Hyde, it leads him to realise he could potentially be one as well. And when he likely finds out about Nevermore’s rejection of Hydes this would have led him to develop even more resentment towards outcasts as not only did they refuse to help his mother once she went spiraling, but not even they of all people would accept his type. Tyler could have had a life of belonging in Nevermore instead of the life of neglect and abandonment he got from his distant and grieving father.

When Laurel tries to get Tyler to allow her to unlock his Hyde, he becomes against it, as he was fearful of where that would lead. Which is why Laurel kidnapped and chained him up in a cave where she subjugated him to chemical experiments that would lead to his Hyde being awakened. Whilst the Hyde would automatically become loyal to her, Laurel would have needed Tyler’s cooperation as well. Which is why she tortured him until he fully submitted. The use of physical abuse as well as the plant derive chemicals would have brainwashed him completely. May I remind everyone who reads this that he is still a minor in the series when this happens. The more times she orders him to transform, the more the Hyde consumes him and becomes attached to Laurel, like a sort of Stockholm Syndrome in which a person becomes attached to their captor / abuser if they are brainwashed to a degree, which Tyler definitely was.

Now we get to his actions. People who are so against him (haters) like to point out what happened to Thing and Eugene to justify their arguments. But here’s where I discredit that. 1. Thing was stabbed by Laurel, not Tyler. Yes, Tyler was assigned to distract Wednesday which resulted in Thing getting stabbed, but I sincerely doubt he knew that his master was going to stab Wednesday’s closest companion since childhood and probably thought that she was going to go in, get the Faulkner diary, and get out. Yes, Thing has a right to be mad, but I'm hoping that he can see, that deep down, Tyler is not the true villain here, Laurel is. 2. Tyler could have killed Eugene yes. In fact, as a Hyde, he should have been able to easily kill him, but he didn’t, Eugene lived and managed to recover well enough from his coma to the point where he easily assisted Wednesday in subduing Thornhill with his bees. The only person chasing after the Hyde the night of the Rave’N was Wednesday, who had already seen the monster, and was no match for such a creature. Therefore her arrival shouldn't have been able to disrupt his act. The fact that Eugene survived is proof that Tyler chose to let his humane side take control for once. With Thornhill’s orders being “take care of it”, it wasn’t an explicit instruction to kill him, therefore Tyler was able to interpret that as a way where he didn’t have to let Eugene die.

Haters also liked to point out that he manipulated Wednesday and used her. Yes this is true. But people who read this, I implore you to remember that Tyler was manipulated himself, though in a much more cruel manner. Tyler is a tragic character and a tragic villain. His actions came from being abused and brainwashed by Laurel, and had she not been in the picture, none of this would have happened. In fact, had Donovan told his son the truth about what he potentially was a lot earlier, it would have helped Tyler be on his guard on who to trust as he would have been made aware of the creature living inside him.

Tyler is someone who has had his life constantly fucked over completely by the following:

His father (for neglecting him)

Laurel (for abusing and manipulating him)

Nevermore (for rejecting him)

The thing I worry about is that the writers are gonna overlook Tyler’s past, and that they’re going to disregard him or make him suffer some cruel fate when has already been through enough already. They should not do this. Tyler needs HELP and a chance to HEAL. I can’t stress that enough everyone.

[topperscumslut]

Let’s Talk About Jay Kelso

Warning: spoilers for That 90s Show

So I just binged T90S, and I’m not really sure how to feel, particularly about Jay. On one hand, I did really like his character, but not as much as I thought I would. And part of me thinks that’s my own fault for creating this idea in my mind of exactly what I thought he would be like without the show even being out yet, but part of me feels justified in my disappointment in the way his character was written and I’m wondering if anyone else agrees with me on this.

Jay started out really strong, he was flirty and charismatic, yet cheesy and respectful. The first two episodes have kind of blurred together at this point since I pulled an all nighter to watch this and I’m coming down from my caffeine high, but I saw a lot of potential for his character that I really didn’t see fulfilled in the rest of the series. Let me preface this by saying that I do not blame Mace Coronel, who plays Jay, AT ALL for this. I adore Mace and believe he’s beyond talented and did the best he could with what he was given. I blame it on lazy writing. As much as I love both T70S and T90S, a lot of the writing REALLY pisses me off (especially the treatment of Jackie in both shows, but that’s a topic for another time).

In my opinion, Jay peaked in episode three and it was all kind of downhill from there. Again, I still enjoyed his character, but it wasn’t what I expected or wanted from him. And maybe I am just projecting and set unreasonable expectations for his character, but I have a strong feeling the fandom will agree with me on this. Ep3 Jay really felt like the fanon Jay that I had imagined in my mind and had seen in posts from other users on here. He was still a charismatic flirt, but he was also slightly awkward, incredibly sweet, and a little dorky like I had imagined him. Between what I’d seen in trailers, official character descriptions, other tumblr users’ fan theories, and my own imagination, I imagined Jay having the charm of Kelso but much more depth. I saw him as being a bit of a nerd who loves girls but, unlike his father, isn’t a womanizer and genuinely respects them. I imagined him as very introspective, poetic, and intelligent, which I didn’t really see much of at all after episode three. Kelso himself even says in the pilot that Jay has his good looks and Jackie’s brains. And Jackie was always truly intelligent, even though she usually wasn’t treated that way. He was also described as always having a camera with him and constantly taking videos and photos of his friends which, correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think we saw that even once in this season. In my mind, Jay Kelso was a goofy film geek who’s popular with the ladies due to his good looks and charisma, but in a much more unconventional way than his father is. But as the series progressed, I felt like he became more and more like Kelso. Which sucks because I despise Kelso with a passion.

Let’s talk about what I liked about Jay in episode three. When Leia tries to get Jay to kiss her, he turns her down because he doesn’t want her to be a meaningless fling and because he can tell this isn’t really what she wants. So I was like okay, consent king, respecting women, we love to see it. I also fully expected Jay to be a virgin for a couple reasons. First of all, in the original series, all of the core cast (except maybe Hyde) were virgins at the beginning of the series, EVEN KELSO, and besides Jackie, they were all older than the T90S crew at 17/18, whereas the next gen of Point Place kids are all 14-16, maybe some of them 17. But in T90S it’s heavily implied that the whole gang beside Leia (and possibly Ozzie, since his boyfriend lives in Canada) have all lost their virginity. Secondly, it would be such a plot twist. A Kelso being a virgin? Unspeakable! I fully expected this grand reveal of Jay saying he doesn’t want to make the same mistakes of his father and that he’s waiting for the right person, someone he’s truly in love with, and that person being Leia (though I am glad that Jay and Leia didn’t have sex for multiple reasons. The age of the characters, their lack of chemistry, and the age difference between the actors, to name a few). I was also genuinely surprised at Jay’s lack of daddy issues. All the posts with spoilers from before the show was out from people who had seen tapings suggested Kelso being an absent father who doesn’t really love or care for Jay, which led me to believe Jay would want to be as little like his father as possible, but there was literally nothing about that in the show. Also, a bit off topic, but can we talk about how awful the circumstances of Jay and Leia getting together were? Sure they developed genuine feelings for each other eventually, but it literally starts with Leia being like “hey, I want my first kiss, and my only option’s Jay. Eh, might as well, better than nothing.”

All of these hopes were crushed in episode four when we find out that not only has Jay had sex, which okay, fine, whatever, but he’s also a player who’s broken multiple girls hearts, and it’s implied that he does this on purpose. So basically Kelso 2.0. Cool. While I do have critiques for the other episodes, I did genuinely enjoy them, whereas I absolutely despise episode four to the point where I hardly even consider it canon. Between the horrible light it painted Jay in and the insensitive and disgusting Menendez brothers joke that made me actually pause the show for a good ten minutes to process it and almost give up on the show completely, episode four was horrendous. When Nikki suggests that Jay has feelings for Leia and actually sees her as a person and not just a sex object, Jay seems genuinely surprised at best, if not disgusted. While him telling Leia in the previous episode that he doesn’t want her to be a meaningless hookup implied that he treated all women with this level of respect, this seems to flip the script to say that he sees only Leia this way, because she’s “different.” Why, because she’s the main character, because she’s a “pure” nerdy virgin, because she’s “not like other girls?” Why is Leia put on a pedestal and treated like she deserves better than other girls whereas the rest aren’t worthy of basic respect? (If this sounds familiar, it’s because this is exactly how Donna was treated in the original series as opposed to every single other girl on the show, particularly Jackie.) Because Leia is “special” she “deserves” to be treated with basic human decency, unlike “other girls,” because fuck them, right? At the rave, we see what could have been a cute moment where Leia and Jay confess their feelings for each other, but instead, Jay takes advantage of her vulnerability and arrogantly declares that he “knew it” when Leia admits her feelings rather than telling her he feels the same way. However it’s hard to hold all of this against Jay considering how out of character this seems for him. Episodes 1-3 paint him as kind and empathetic, whereas episodes 5-10 continue that sort of personality for him, but also turn him into a one note love interest that doesn’t have much else to his character. Episode four Jay literally feels like an entirely different character than the rest of the series.

In either episode four or five, forgive me for not remembering, we meet Serena, who could essentially be replaced with a piece of cardboard and nothing would change. Serena literally only exists to be “the other woman” getting in the way of Jay and Leia’s relationship. While Leia, thankfully, isn’t unkind to her just because she’s with Jay, the writers are. Unlike Leia, apparently Serena doesn’t deserve a happy ending, a good boyfriend, or a shred of respect. She’s older, she dresses in a more conventionally attractive way, and her personality is nonexistent. It’s unclear if Jay *technically* cheated on Serena; while Leia calls her Jay’s girlfriend, it’s important to take into account that Leia is an unreliable narrator and it’s entirely possible that Jay and Serena were just casually going out and not official (especially considering they were just going on their first date a day or two before Leia’s birthday), but it’s also a very real possibility that Jay did cheat on her when he kisses Leia on her birthday. Regardless of if they were official or not, it’s pretty shitty that Jay entirely casts her aside as soon as Leia shows interest. Serena who, right? No seriously, that’s literally what he says. If the roles were reversed and it was Leia he did this to, Jay would be seen as a total asshole, but since it’s Serena, we’re not supposed to care. For my swifties out there, Leia is Betty, Jay is James, and Serena is Augustine - just a “summer thing.” So not only is Jay a “player” and a “man whore” as he’s called by his own friend group, he’s also likely a cheater. Sure, he’s Kelso’s son, but that doesn’t mean he has to be a carbon copy. It’s like the writers copy and pasted Kelso into the 90s, edited a few things, and said “yeah, that’s good enough, no one will be able to tell.”

While this may sound like I hate Jay, I really don’t. In fact, he’s still probably my favorite character in the reboot, although I’m probably a bit biased due to my affections for him from before the show came out (and my eight year long crush on Mace Coronel, but that’s irrelevant.) Jay does prove himself throughout the rest of the season, showing that he does care about Leia and exhibiting empathy his father could never muster, but he still doesn’t feel like his own character. While Kelso habitually cheats on Jackie and then blames her for it, admits to using her for sex and money while she’s 15 and he’s 18, and hounds her into sex until she eventually gives in and says yes so he’ll leave her alone (ie: rape), Jay is genuinely kindhearted and would never do those sorts of things (or at least I hope he wouldn’t, but it wouldn’t shock me if the writers decide to ruin his character in later seasons.) Like Red says when Kitty points out that Jay is better than Michael, the bar isn’t all that high. However, Jay does prove himself to be a good boyfriend who genuinely cares about Leia (I don’t use the word love since their relationship developed so quickly and they’re so young, so it’s unlikely that it’s real love, despite the fact that they believe it is). He exhibits true selflessness throughout the series and continually puts himself in the line of fire (usually from Red) to protect Leia.

Nevertheless, good person or not, Jay doesn’t feel original. He seems to exist only to be Leia’s love interest boy toy. Jay lacks the soul I imagined him to have before watching the show. While it’s nice to see the female characters fleshed out for once, as was very lacking on T70S, the male characters lack dimension in comparison. Leia, Gwen, and Nikki, all have their own personalities, values, and ambitions, whereas Ozzie tends to be the sassy token gay friend (although let’s bffr, none of these new kids are straight, but the writers don’t want to admit it), Jay not only feels like Kelso Lite ™, but as the series progresses, him and Nate seem to morph into basically the same person. Two well intended, yet dumb horndogs who lack depth or any true personality of their own beyond being love interests for their girlfriends and comic relief. Again, I love, love, LOVE Mace Coronel, and have since seeing him on Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, and Dawn on Nickelodeon, and don’t blame him at all for the way his character is written. Now if you follow my blog, you probably already know that I absolutely adore not only Mace, but also his NRDD costar Aidan Gallagher, who I fell for after seeing him in The Umbrella Academy. However, Mace was the one I had a crush on as a child and it was very exciting to rediscover him when I first found out about T90S. While Aidan’s NRDD character Nicky Harper and TUA character Five Hargreeves share the same cunning spirit, they’re extremely different in most ways and I was incredibly excited to see Mace show this same sort of range on T90S. And I do believe that Mace has that range, but he unfortunately seems to be being typecast, considering Jay basically feels like teenage Dicky Harper in the 90s. Maybe I’m being overdramatic, but I was really hoping for more for Jay’s character and I was slightly disappointed, and I hope he gets fleshed out more and more deeply explored in later seasons.

Thanks for reading my long ass rant lmao. TLDR; I love Jay Kelso (and Mace Coronel) but hate how he was portrayed. Justice for Jay (oh, and for Serena)

Tagging my favorite T70S/T90S blogs for engagement: @thestupidhelmet @lily-267 @thatseventiesbitch @einsteinsugly @that90sshowgoldencouple

[thatseventiesbitch]

A new question that I have regarding That 70s Show? If Jackie hated Eric so much, why couldn’t she admit it to his face instead of making fun of him every chance she got?

Don’t get me wrong, I do like Jackie, but the way she treated Eric sometimes was pretty mean and, frankly I found it disgusting.

Thanks for the ask!

Jackie DID let Eric know how she felt about him, *lol*. All the time.

A small sampling:

Jackie: Well you'd better do something. You know what girls talk about when they get together. Eric: Sugar and spice and everything nice? Jackie: That's what we're made of, you dumbass.

Eric: Hello ladies. Jackie: Blech! [Eric and Donna both glare at her] Oh, c'mon. A sweater vest? Donna: Jackie if you don't have anything nice to say, just don't say anything at all. Jackie: Well if I followed that rule, I'd never speak again.

Kelso: C'mon, Eric. We're a team. Jackie (to Eric): Yeah. Michael is the looks, Steven is the brains, and you? Your house has food.

And Eric dishes it back to Jackie, just as much if not more. He is an equal driver of their antagonistic (very sibling-like, in my opinion) relationship.

It's one of the main reasons I don't believe the canon versions of these characters would ever be interested in being in a relationship with each other. They were quite mean to each other. They did insult each other constantly. And not in like, a flirty, simmering-under-the-surface, enemies-to-lovers way, like with Jackie and Hyde. Because there was never any attraction between Jackie and Eric - Jackie was openly & consistently disgusted by him, and Hyde had to explain to Eric that Jackie was physically attractive after they started dating because Eric was so repulsed by her personality that he couldn't see past it. It's always been just insults between Eric and Jackie. And I agree with you - some of them are hurtful.

[callmetippytumbles]

tagged by @gardenoblues

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WARNING: THERE MIGHT BE SMUT YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO CAST YOUR EYES ON.

Random WIPs

Wyler YOU-Cursed Yarn Store

This is fic that is kind of combining a prompt about a cursed yarn store I saw on the discord. I started to combine it with another fic I have been thinking about that has elements of YOU. I think having Tyler be an obsessive stalker and a hyde being at the root of the murders would add interesting characterization for Tyler within this prompt. This is an everyone is all grown up adult AU. This is just an outline right now. No actual fic for this exists yet.

YOU - Wyler AU Outline

Yep its the outline for a YOU fic I was thinking of but no cursed yarn store. I did an outline to get it out of my system but I don't think this one will ever come to pass since the outline is very much a shoehorn Wednesday's characters into YOU character archetypes and storylines which didn't feel right. Some aspects of this may make it into the Cursed Yarn Store story but this project on its own will probably not be developed further. I like taking some of the themes of YOU like stalking, obession etc and exploring those but I don't want to force the stories together more than that.

Wyler Nocturne ExFiles AU Outline

Kind of what it says on the tin. This is the outline for a fic idea that is a mix of a video game called Nocturne and The Ex Files. It's basically an AU where an adult Wednesday gets recruited to work for a clandestine department of the CIA that specifically investigates crimes and bizarre occurances that involve outcasts and the supernatural. Tyler is also recruited to this unit. Of course they are made to be partners and they have to investigate cases together. Hilarity ensues. It obviously takes aspects of the Mulder/Scully relationship as well as the supernatural elements from The Ex Files and Nocturne. The fic will have a kind of episodic format where every 4-5 chapters make up 1 episode. There are 4-5 episodes total and 1 fic (with all of the chapters) is equal to one season. This is also still a outline. I have a lot more research to do before I can even think of starting to write anything more. If you are going to put Ex Files as an influence of your fic, a show that is a big influence on shipping culture in general let alone the actual Mulder/Scully ship itself; I feel like there are certain notes that you have hit to get that influence right. Since my understanding of the relationship aspect is so distant for me, I have to study up. If I can get my shit together, this really could be a fun one.

Dick2Bomb Wyler hate sex fic

Kind of started as a drabble inspired by some quotes on the discord server. Kind of is a one off set in same world as the Nocturne/Exfiles fic. Was supposed to just get the smut out of my system for this fic while everything else came together, but didn't get too far in the scene. This is kinda in limbo.

Some - Tyclay One Shot

If I could work out the smut for this one, this is almost done. This is actually a what if scenario where I kind of play with the idea what would happen if Bianca and Tyler were to interact more in that scene where Bianca gets Wednesday's snood in the Weathervane. Like what would happen if they were more flirty. I really wanted an excuse to write more for Bianca and kind of let her exist as a central romantic protagonist paired with someone who can truly see her.

Yours, Mine and Ours

A Wyclay fic that is named after that song that took over the tikytoks for like an entire season. It starts out more as a Tyclay fic but changes when Wednesday shows up and both Tyler and Bianca express an interest in her. Some is actually an alternate first chapter for this fic. This is essentially a series of strung together one-shots that kind of explore how these people interact with each other. There isn't an actual ending or a big scenario where everyone comes together. Just more a meandering exploration of how their relationships intertwine and overlap. If I were to finish writing out everything outlined, I would just publish that and leave it.

Left for Dead fic

This is another fic that started out as a Wyler discord prompt fill, I wrote an outline for it, then...*nothing*

The story takes place basically assuming that Tyler does help Wednesday escape, Laurel gets what she wants from Tyler and leaves him for dead. Wednesday finds him. Hilarity ensue. This story jumps all over the place time wise. Like all over. Some chapters are pre-canon, some chapters are in canon, some are well outside of the story.

Wyler TBN Bodyguard AU

Discord Prompt Fill...(I am sensing a theme here)...That I outlined but didn't develop further. The general premise of the prompt is that Wednesday needs a bodyguard because her family is in danger but Wednesday doesn't want one because she feels she is capable of handling any threats by herself. So she arranges to get rid of all of the ones her parents get for her until Tyler comes along and of course she cannot get rid of him. Hilarity ensued. I think the initial framework for this fic was there, it was just the details that I couldn't workout without extensive research and planning. The main blocker was definining the villain and crafting the mystery that is on the peripheries of the story was just not coming together in a way that I liked. It didn't help that I decided that my little Bodyguard AU story had to have a theme where everyone's fatal flaw was tied into how they deal with the past (Wednesday refuses to let go, Tyler is so determined to redeem himself he cannot engage with the present, and Morticia romanticizes her past so much she is constantly trying to relive it). This is a story that I think I have to level up my writing overall to write it but if I did it would be good. If I didn't enjoy bumming around with my free time so much I could work on this. Though my free time is kind of shrinking everyday because of all of the stuff I have to do this year. There is a speech I wrote for Tyler in this fic that lowkey needs to be repeated almost verbatim in Wednesday Season 2. Y'all have to ask me about that one.

Untitled Essay/Thesis/Dissertation on Bad Boys

This started as a conversation on discord after reading tornadodream's fic All the Punches I'd Throw in the Name of Someone I Don't Even Know. Me and a couple of other people were marveling at how well Hyde!Tyler was executed and how much precision it takes to craft that is both romantically viable but still a credible threat to the lead. My feelings about this particular thing was becoming so strong that I started an essay that is essentially what makes a "good" Bad Boy figure. I think I just had too many other things to do that day so after I got the initial thoughts down when I had to change focus, this got left in the dust. I should get back to it though. Reading it over, I feel like I wasn't too far from wrapping it up. I should get on that.

A.B.O. Fic WIPs

All of these WIPs are related to an A.B.O. fic I have been working on here and there for about 6 months now. Each document is a separate chapter and while some of the chapters are at least completed first-drafts, others have yet to be written. While I feel like if I start working on the early chapters and preparing them to publish I feel like I could finish the series, I also don’t want to start posting anything until everything at least has a first draft. (I would feel bad for leaving people without a resolution if I just posted the parts I have.) The general premise for these fics are that during the events of Season 1, Wednesday (an omega who hasn't presented) and Tyler (an alpha who keeps both his alpha and outcast status a secret) are inextricably attracted to one another and affect each other deeply on a biological level but circumstances and what happens between them pretty much keep them from getting together. They have a chance meeting again 10 years later and the attraction/chemical biological urges are still there, but because their past is unresolved they feel unable to give in to what they want: each other. Each chapter has a past section (read: reframing canon events in this story) and a present section how the past is influencing their behavior in the now, primarily the resistance to give into their desires.

ABO Wyler Fic - Preamble

Was the first chapter of the fic, now definitely just where a combo version of a past pov section for Tyler that combines both their first meeting and that kiss in the Weathervane. Definitely other than the notes on the POV, this will not be in the final fic.

ABO Wyler Fic - Alternate Preamble

Currently this is the actual first chapter of the fic. Past part, Tyler being in Nevermore for the Rav'N. Present part, Tyler being in Nevermore again as a caterer for a alumni fundraiser, Wednesday is forced to attend by her mother. They end up seeking refuse in the same closet. Chapter end.

ABO Fic - Preamble - Morticia

Morticia POV section where she waxes poetic on the nature of fate. May be a seperate opening chapter, may be the intro to chapter 1.

ABO Wyler Fic - Chapter 1

Fun fact: This is definitely not the first chapter anymore. It's more like Chapter 3. This has smut gallore. The past part is Wednesday's perpective on how that kiss in the Weathervane is what makes her present as an omega and she goes into heat. This is immediately followed by her learning about Tyler's lies and betrayal. In the present Wednesday experiences her first heat since that time after being so close to Tyler again. Tyler is also dealing with going to rut poorly and they decide to hookup to get through their heat/rut but nothing more. Need to finish the actual smut part of this chapter.

ABO Wyler Fic - Chapter 2

Was also at one point Chapter 1, pretty sure it's 2 now. Past part: Wednesday's and Tyler's first meeting at the Weathervane from Tyler's perspective. Present: Tension quickly builds in that closet when that attraction and biology bring them together again.

ABO fic - Kiss Heat

This file is kind of a dumping ground for two past sections. One that I have yet to add (Tyler's POV on what happened at the Weathervane that night/what happened the next time they met up). The other I think I reworked or took out entirely.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Song prompt: 

Number of shuffles: 5

Sam/Xavier pairing!

I want to see what song comes up, and what you think about it. Also maybe just your Sam/Xavier (Savier?) pairing thoughts in general??

^^ submission from @cleosven

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Okay so first of all, I’m thinking we have different Sams. I was talking about my OC 👉🏻👈🏻 my apologies! But I’m gonna answer this anyway because I still desperately need to talk about them 😭😭

Anyway, song: “Runaway” by AURORA

This song, to me, has this sense of “I left to explore the world and have new experiences, and I did, and it was harsh and cruel and now all I want to do is go back home” type of song. Which. Listen okay so Sam and Xavier used to be really good friends that would be like will-they-won’t-they type of flirty, and definitely ended up getting dared to kiss as a dare, or to “practice” because they’re dorks. And they were really affectionate too, like in general? But I love the idea that it’s one of those things where when you joke too much, and push the limits too far, it’s like... well, I can’t tell what’s a joke and what’s actual flirting. Or is it all a joke? Or is it all flirting? And I hc Xavier to have attachment issues since his dad is so absent and we don’t even know anything about his mom. So when someone actually showed interest in him that wasn’t a joke or easily dismissed (in my fic he and Tyler are exes shhhhhh that’s not the point) Xavier dated him instead, leaving Sam feeling that like. Maybe it WAS all a joke and not at all serious.

And Then Some Things Happened with Tyler (namely, he met Laurel and was activated as a Hyde and emotionally manipulated/abused/groomed) so he and Xavier broke up. Which left Xavier spiraling, and he ended up getting closer with Bianca (I like the idea that they knew each other before school just for funsies bc their parents are both famous) and just bonding over absentee parents and how hard relationships are. And after a few months, they started dating, once again leaving Sam feeling like chopped liver.

So he distanced himself from Xavier, and stopped being his friend and just like completely cut off communication and all the flirting and stuff. But then Wednesday comes to Nevermore, and Sam’s autistic and Wednesday’s autistic so of course they become best friends (in this version I ship Enid and Wednesday and I just loved the idea of Wednesday having a REAL and proper partner in crime who wants to be apart of the chaos and hasn’t been dragged along unwillingly/unknowingly) so when she starts to talk to Xavier more during her search of the Hyde, and ends up in his shed as he’s coming back, Sam jumps in to hide that she’s there and pretend to ask him to the Rav’n and That’s Why Hes There And That Reason Only! But as they get closer again, all the bitterness and hurt that Sam’s been holding onto pales in comparison to the goodness that Xavier makes him feel. The warmth in his touch, and the way that Xavier’s gaze makes Sam feel so seen and understood and adored, down to every flaw. Xavier has always made Sam feel deeply loved, and it doesn’t even have to be specifically romantic. He’s just... safe. And god hes missed it. He realizes that like, Xavier is home to him. Always has been, even after all these months of distance and cold shoulders and internal cursing and rebuffing. Xavier is still home.

And Sam is still in love with him

[quilna]

“…The long suffering of the lodgers. Once, they were the ones tormenting Jekyll and Lanyon with all their inventions and such. Now the shoe is on the other foot and they have to put up with their co-leaders and that one cool assistant all being flirty with each other…”

Hyde takes the lodgers in loving hand and says “if you cock block me one more time I will throw you out a window and feeling feel nothing.”

But in ore seriousness, I think…them being happily in love and then the lodgers being like they’ve been poisoned is hilarious and better yet if Jasper is like “I’ve been here for less than a year…and like I put the blocks together how did YOU ALL MISS THIS.” 

Jekyll and Lanyon making out while poor lodgers wait there to ask them something and just waiting there a uncomfortable amount of time. And Jekyll looks around Lanyon once and his eyes read “suffer my foolishness like I suffer yours.”

ADSADHJFGH

Hyde's just so tired of the lodgers. Like, Lanyon and Jekyll are sort of their bosses so it's really weird to see them dating but Hyde is kind of their friend so I just imagine the lodgers are attempting to help him but they're just doing so badly at it because they have no idea what Lanyon likes. They'll tell Lanyon that Hyde once knocked out a man twice his size in a barfight and, in the background, Hyde loses his mind. He's about to knock someone else out again and it's certainly no barfight this time.

--

Jasper's been putting up with this from day one and he can't believe that everyone else is only just getting this. All the lodgers are in different states of despair and Jasper is just there eating chicken.

"Jekyll was literally spending most of his time hiding from his hallucinations by hanging out with me, pining over Lanyon all the while. It gets better after a while."

"HALLUCINATIONS?!"

"You missed that too?"

In all fairness, Jekyll and Lanyon are probably upping the annoying factor for all the other lodgers out of vengeance. Jasper is immune to this specific treatment because he kind of helped with the relationship.

[bansheeoftheforest]

Jaylock, specifically with transmasc Jekyll? T4T legends.

Ah yes, my favorite mix; a trans guy who wants to get trample by a big, strong werewolf, and a trans werewolf who is basically just a puppy. Hell yes <3

Also did I say that these were going to be complimentary to canon? Ahahah well I have no idea how to do that with thi- oh yeah it's an au it doesn't have to be canon complaint ahah nvm also realize i keep steering these to how these ship begins but eh no one has complained so far <3

Also at this point I think I will have to put in keep reading links bc these are getting long sjdhfsjdf

MMmokay. We can all agree that Jasper had a huge crush on Henry from the beginning? Good.

Like, Henry saved him from the cops, was incredibly nice to him from the beginning, and showed him/let him join the Society in the first place. Jasper looks up to him a lot. Henry becomes his only real friend (except for Rachel but... Well... She is more out to get with him rather than be friends with him) so of course he would just... Really... Really... Like Henry after a while.

Virginia catches Jasper watching Henry talking to some of the other Lodgers at some point and she knows exactly what he is thinking. He can try defending himself for exactly 3 seconds before all excuses die in his throat and Virginia begins to pat his back.

"That's normal, mate. Everyone has a crush on Henry at some point." - "Everyone????" - "Yep. You won't hear half of this lot admit it, but everyone has had some kind of crush on him." - "Even you?" - "I said everyone, didn't I?"

Cue a lot of embarrassment from Jasper, cue a lot of understanding and sympathetic gossiping by the other Lodgers, cue a lot of "What do you mean that's the best thing about Henry?", cue a lot of "don't worry, you'll get over the crush soon!".

Except he doesn't. He waits days, weeks, maybe even months, but the crush never disappears. The fact that Henry is so stupidly sweet and caring and loves to spend time with him doesn't help Jasper's situation at all. And the Lodgers notice, and the Lodgers tease him about it.

Henry, as often, remains blissfully unaware.

Or at least that's what Jasper thinks. When Henry comes around to his lab to say hi and check in, and when he brings him some sweets that he claims Rachel sent him to give to him, and when Henry just so happens to eye Jasper up and down, Jasper believes that Henry is just being... Friendly. Very friendly.

And he is just being friendly, at least Henry tells himself that too. Or maybe it's the way he sometimes have a hard time looking away from the werewolf that he realizes that he is... Quite accidentally... Being a bit more than friendly.

And then Jasper-- accidentally or inaccidentally-- comes out to Henry. Perhaps it would be like the same panic in canon but him actually confessing to Henry instead, or Henry would maybe accidentally walk in on Jasper changing. Either way, Jasper halfly panics and Henry just gets the brightest grin on his face, so excited, before he immediately tells Jasper that he can be calm because he understands perfectly!

He doesn't even manage to get out that he, too, is trans, before he immediately starts asking Jasper if he has started to medically transitioned-- like "have you had any surgeries? Or have you taken potions? Oh there are a lot of good potions to change-- personally, Lanyon helped me with surgeries but I made some helpful potions for Virginia-- Oh did you know Virginia is like us, too? But reverse, of course--"

Henry is just. Rambling to poor Jasper. Poor Jasper who is permanently stuck in a :O. He can barely process the words that his very own crush is telling him. For a moment his brain shortcuts and all he can do is to stare at Henry-- the way he is so wildly gesturing as the words roll off of his tongue at 100 words per second. But then Henry notices Jasper's confusion, and he stops, and he repeats himself. He is trans, too.

It ends up with the two of them having a long, long conversation about gender identity as the evening wears on. Henry tells Jasper practically everything he knows about it. He tells him how it wasn't until he started puberty that he realized that it felt wrong, but he couldn't fully transition until later on in life. Lanyon helped him with surgeries but it wasn't until he fully started playing into alchemy that he found and created potions that could help with transitions.

To make a long story short, Henry promises to help Jasper with transitions.

Maybe that's why they suddenly kept getting closer after that. They could relate to each other. Suddenly they wanted to spend more time together. Oh wow huh they are really spending a lot of time together. Wow they are sitting really close... Huh... Wow, wow, wow, Henry is certainly in Jasper's personal space... And Jasper is not pulling away...

Oh wow they smooching. So much smooching. So much smooching yet it's so soft and careful and gentle, Jasper practically melts; melts into the kiss just as much as he melts into Henry's arms.

Aight now some time for the actual relationship hcs.

Hai yes I have said this with every ship so far but consider; cuddles. Jasper is a cuddle bug, Henry craves the warmth and affection.

(Both of them can agree that their favorite cuddles are the full moon cuddles when Jasper is just. A fluffy werewolf. And Henry can bury his entire self into his fur).

Boyfriends helping each other with hormone injections? Boyfriends helping each other with hormone injections.

Sometimes Henry will be very swamped in paperwork, sometimes Jasper wants cuddles, sometimes they compromise and Jasper gets to sit on Henry's lap while he does paperwork. Sometimes Zosi or Christopher will be jealous and it will end up with them in Jasper's lap, too.

Jasper is the only one that supports Henry's obsession with wanting every pet he finds. Jasper is also Henry's alibi when a new stray animal ends up in the Society ("ahah what do you mean "new stray" that's Abby, y'know, one of Jasper's pets").

Jasper's main goal in life is to hear Henry talking in his Scottish accent as much as possible. Jasper is the only one Henry allows to hear it.

Cuddles in bed with Jasper tracing Henry's chest scars (is... Is there an actual word for those scars? Ahaha I don't know) and Henry stroking his hands over Jasper's sides, almost happy that Jasper didn't have to go through surgeries like he did.

Rachel and Robert teasing Henry for having a thing for werewolves? Rachel and Robert teasing Henry for having a thing for werewolves.

So many smooches. Henry can't keep his lips off of Jasper for more than a minute most of the time. So many hugs and so many cuddles after a long day of boring meetings and socializing. Jasper always giggles because he is super ticklish.

Henry reading a book or the newspaper on the couch, reading glasses hanging low on his nose, drinking a glass of wine with his free hand while Jasper is seated on his lap, head rested against his shoulder as he gently snoozes bc poor boy is tired <3

Henry has... Stupidly many nicknames for Jasper. "Fluffball", "Fluffpuff", "Sweetheart", "Wolfie", "My Mister", "Little Sir". He literally will come up with something on the spot and stick with it because Jasper will always giggle and blush.

Surprisingly, Henry is the clingy one. He is also the small spoon most of the time. Man is just skin and bone, he can curl up perfectly so that Jasper, i.e chubby and strong legend McGee, can hold him <3

Virginia third-wheels them a lot. It will start as her trying to have a conversation with her mentor and fellow trans legend and then they will be interrupted by a clingy (and also fellow trans legend) Jasper who came to Jekyll's office in the search for some attention and affection. It ends up with Jasper on Henry's lap while Henry continues his conversation with Virginia like nothing happened.

Jasper was the first one to get to know about Hyde. He was... Surprisingly unbothered and casual about it. That was, at least, until Hyde pinned him against a wall one night and began to flirt with him. Jasper was quite sure his face exploded with blush.

Hyde loves to tease Jasper. Henry constantly tells him off for being... Ah, well, uhm... AH... Too "flirty" with him, so to speak. Jasper has learned to turn the other way and run every time he catches the sight of blond hair or a whiff of spearmint unless he wants to get a heart attack.

Have I told you how much I love the thought of werewolf cuddles?

Also, full werewolf!Jasper basically losing his... Um, sense of awareness? Like he forgets that he is human and he often forgets who the people in his surroundings are, unlike when he was a half-werewolf and fully aware.

What I'm saying is; give me werewolf!Jasper being so incredibly curious by Henry and sniffing him everywhere, somehow opening his shirt just so he can lick his scars because the pack and mate instincts in Jasper is through the roof and his mate is hurt why is he hurt wHO HURT HIM hE SHALL HEAL HIM THROUGH THE POWER OF KISSES.

Henry kissing Jasper's snout. Henry rubbing Jasper's belly. Henry constantly praising and complimenting Jasper.

Henry always making sure Jasper knows how handsome and manly he is. Henry always making sure that Jasper has clothes that aren't torn or dirty and that are comfortable and fits well. Henry doting on Jasper.

Jasper always being there for Henry when things get rough. Jasper stating everything that he loves with Henry and kissing him on the nose when all Henry wants to do is smash his head against the desk and cry. Jasper and Henry taking care of each other <3

[bastardtetsu]

{day 09} vanilla ice cream | tsukki x reader

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, secret pen pal, mutual pining a lil bit?

wc: 1.5k

warnings: sick reader (hangover/cold), mention of drinking, some swearing, tsukki showing human empathy

⍋⋆*❅｡. 25 days of fic-mas mlist .｡❅*⋆⍋

somehow it all reminds me of doctor jekyll and mister hyde for right before my eyes, a man that i despise has turned into a man i like

—vanilla ice cream; she loves me (music by jerry bock, lyrics by sheldon harnick)

the first thing you notice as you wake up is your pounding headache. it’s hard to be surprised at your state after the amount of alcohol you consumed last night - not without good reason, of course. as awful as you’re feeling now, it’s nothing compared to the hell that was last night.

it wasn’t supposed to go like that - it was supposed to be a magical, maybe even romantic evening. you had been looking forward to meeting your mystery friend ever since the two of you started messaging each other online, but you hadn’t expected to develop a full-blown crush on this person without even finding out what they look like.

but the more you got to know their personality, exchanging playlists and talking about your similar tastes in music, the more your messages to each other became fonder, even flirty at times. perhaps it was the level of anonymity that made you both so comfortable talking to each other, but you quickly became each other’s most trusted confidants.

when you started working at the record store, things became a little more stressful as you adjusted to your schedule becoming tighter, having to handle the occasional nasty customer, and dealing with one coworker in particular who must have being rude to you written into his DNA. talking with your anonymous friend is a much-needed escape, a distraction from the mundane, a hidden treasure that only you get to enjoy.

so as you sat waiting in the cafe last night, a rose laid out on the table as you had promised your dear friend, nothing could’ve killed your vibe faster than the aforementioned rude coworker - tsukishima kei - showing up and ruining everything.

you could tell he was only there because you’d insisted on leaving work early to make this date, and he wanted to see if you were lying. he only proved his intentions more when he had the audacity to sit down at your table and make jabs at you for meeting up with someone you met online.

“you’ve been waiting an awful long time haven’t you?” he taunted.

“tsukki, if you don’t leave this table—“

“and you’ve never even met them? this is how people get murdered, you know,” he sneered condescendingly. you almost got thrown out because of how loudly you screamed at him. thankfully you didn’t - although you did seem to strike some nerves with tsukishima, which you felt a bit bad about - but even though you waited at the cafe until closing, nobody showed up, leaving you alone with a single rose and a full bottle of wine.

needless to say, you have every reason to feel like shit this morning. not only are you hungover and heartbroken, having heard nothing but radio silence from your friend, you’re starting to feel lightheaded and stuffy-nosed too. you waste no time calling in sick, burying yourself in your blankets as you try your best to shut out the pounding in your head and the salty tears beginning to sting the backs of your eyelids.

suddenly, a knock at the door jolts you back to reality. “who is it?” you call out weakly.

another knock. you drag yourself out of bed with a quiet groan and go to answer the door, only to be met with a familiar lanky blond.

“what do you want, tsukishima,” you demand dryly, “did you have something you forgot to say last night? if you do say it fast, i don’t feel well today.”

“yeah i know, you called out of work,” he replies ambivalently, “that’s why i’m here.”

“oh, so you’re here to check up on me again, make sure i’m not slacking off?” you taunt him, your temper rising.

“that’s not—“

“you gonna go back to work and tell everyone i’m lying? that i just don’t care about my job?”

“no i’m n—“

“well joke’s on you, four-eyes, ‘cause guess what? i’m not giving you the chance.” you immediately start gathering your belongings, preparing to go to work.

“what?”

“i won’t be that late,” you mumble to yourself, throwing a coat over your arm as you hurriedly grab your keys, “fuck— where the hell is my other shoe??”

“oi,” tsukishima says firmly, “y/n. you need to lie down.”

“fuck off,” you bite back at him.

“no seriously, you look like you have a fever.”

“i don’t care,” you snarl, “help me look for my shoe, i know it’s here somewhere—HEY!!!”

there’s not much you can do but continue screaming at him as tsukishima scoops you up in his scrawny arms - which are evidently way stronger than they look - and carries you to your bed, dumping you unceremoniously on top of the blankets.

“THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?” you shout. he just shrugs.

“what was i supposed to do? you wouldn’t get back in bed.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. arrogant prick. you slump down into your blankets, feeling too depleted to pick a fight anymore.

“i brought you something.”

your head shoots up as a plastic grocery bag lands next to it. opening it up, you find a tub of vanilla ice cream inside. “it’s the best thing to eat when you’re sick,” he states.

“a-ah,” you stutter hesitantly, “thanks.” is tsukishima being… nice to you?

“did that uh… friend of yours ever show up?” he asks cautiously.

“no,” you mutter bitterly, “i waited til closing. guess you were right, meeting some stranger from the internet really was a stupid idea.”

“hm,” he grunts awkwardly, looking away from you.

“i mean,” you continue, “the least they could’ve done was give me some sort of explanation. instead they just fucking ghosted—“

“they didn’t ghost,” tsukishima interjects suddenly, almost defensive. “i mean— it hasn’t even been a day, they’ll probably hit you up later.”

“and how do you know?”

“because—“ he stops short, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “i saw the guy last night. on the way out of the cafe.”

“wait—what??” you exclaim, “you saw them? how do you know??”

“they were supposed to be holding a rose, right? like the one you had?”

“yeah— wait, how do you know about that?”

“it wasn’t hard to figure out. people usually don’t sit at cafes with loose flowers on the table unless it’s something dumb like that.”

“shut up, you wouldn’t know romance if it bit you in the ass,” you snap back, “so he’s a guy? what did he look like? did you talk to him? what did he say?”

“yeah, uh— he asked if i knew you,” tsukishima recounts, “and he wanted me to tell you he’s sorry for bailing, but something else came up.”

“anything else??” the eager glow in your eyes is suffocating as you stare him down, hungry for more details.

“yeah. he— he was kinda ugly.”

“…seriously?” you respond, half unimpressed with his attempt at a joke and half nervous that he isn’t joking at all.

“what, does that matter?” tsukishima replies mockingly, “i thought you liked him for his personality.”

“i do,” you jab, “and you know what, i don’t care what he looks like. and i certainly don’t care about what your salty ass thinks of him. i’m gonna message him right now, actually”

“have fun,” he says dismissively, turning to make his way out before pausing to pull a record from the vinyl collection on your shelf. “you like this album?”

“yeah, duh. it’s been one of my favorites for years.”

“huh. me too,” he replies, “it’s crazy how it stays with me. sometimes i swear i can hear it in my head while i’m asleep.”

“that’s funny,” you say, “my friend does the same thing. he hears it in his sleep.”

“heh. that is funny,” he mutters quietly as he turns to leave.

“tsukki—“ you stop him before he exits, “thanks for today. you’re not as awful as i thought.” a tentative smile graces your lips.

“whatever,” he mutters, quickly turning his face away from yours, “see you at work tomorrow.” as he retreats out the door, he prays you didn’t notice his blushing cheeks.

once tsukishima is out the door, you waste no time crafting a new message to your friend - but you find yourself struggling to piece together sentences as you snack on the ice cream tsukki brought you, the cold sensation easing your aching throat. was that really the same guy who’s been an asshole to you since the day you started working with him?

it’s incredible that the two of you even spent 2 minutes together without being at each other’s throats like usual, and even more so that someone as harsh and bitter as tsukishima would do something as kind as show up at your door with ice cream when you’re sick. he even said something to make you feel better - and it worked.

realizing that you’ve zoned out, you quickly snap your attention back to your message. but as you continue typing, you find your thoughts continually drifting back to the tall, bespectacled blond and his uncharacteristic kindness.

by the time you manage to write what you have to say and hit send, tsukishima is safely out of earshot when the new message pings on his phone.

he smiles and hopes that you figure it out soon, too.

a/n: i hope the ending for this one is clear addsdsdf,,,, i watched the entire roundabout she loves me revival to get inspired for this (and by get inspired i mean remember the plot details of she loves me bc i had only seen it once before lmao) tbh the narrative of this fic actually covers like 3 different songs, bc old musicals are weird and thought it was necessary to make looking for a shoe an entire number. anyways, all I have to offer you today is laura benanti being utter perfection and all of my love <3

taglist: @izagraceee​ @musicgetsmeoutofbed​ @azo-musxas​ @tsumurai @ghostlydiamond135 @animeboysimppp

[contrabandhothead]

band of brothers as types of drunks

- [ DICK WINTERS ]

Doesn’t really get drunk, so you best believe this bitch is a lightweight. He takes like 3 shots in an hour and it’s all downhill from there. He’s pretty quiet when he’s drunk, and both @noneofurbusinez and i agree that he acts like Sobel but worse. Was once convinced by Luz that he couldn’t hear, and began shouting out orders.

- [ LEWIS NIXON ]

He’s literally an alcoholic, so it’s very hard to get him drunk at this point. He’s an absolute man-child when he’s drunk. All he does is whine and try to snuggle with you. Dick is his designated driver, hence why Dick usually doesn’t get drunk it’s because he’s a Quaker. When he gets drunk, he’s the blackout type of drunk. Don’t even bother mentioning what he did to him the night before, all he cares about is nursing his hangover.

- [ RONALD SPEIRS ]

LITERAL INFANT. However, can definitely hold his liquor, so it’s takes a while to get him tipsy. He becomes so much more extroverted and fun when he’s drunk, so Luz tries to get him drunk at every single opportunity he has. Generally pretty sentimental, always hanging on to Lip and pressing sloppy pecks to his forehead when he’s drunk.

- [ CARWOOD LIPTON ]

Sometimes Momma needs a little drink to wind down. Lip is pretty much the same when drunk, except he will swear at you in his Christian household.

- [ HARRY WELSH ]

Blackout, messy bitch drunk. Enough said.

- [ GEORGE LUZ ]

Literally the same except even more goofy??? SUPER CLINGY. Will not let go of Toye. Toye is his bodyguard when George gets drunk. Only person allowed to call Joe “Joey” when drunk. KING OF BODY SHOTS. Has to be carried home bridal style by Joe. Clumsy bitch.

- [ JOE TOYE ]

Doesn’t usually get drunk, is generally more preoccupied with making sure George doesn’t slip and die. Loosens up a lot more when drunk, and shows wayyyyy more PDA than normal. You can tell if he’s drunk by what he calls Luz. If he calls him Georgie, he’s not gonna remember tomorrow. Probably does something stupid with Gonnorhea that gets him kicked out of the bar, like breaking a pool table by jumping on it. Is the person George is doing body shots off of.

- [ BILL GUARNERE ]

Dumbass drunk. Snores like a freight train after passing out. Is the person that gets penises drawn all over his face when he falls asleep. Can be an angry drunk if you piss him off. Usually gets in bar fights. Has probably peed himself before. Has eaten spaghetti in a plastic bag and cried while drunk before.

- [ JOE LIEBGOTT ]

Bipolar drunk. The Jekyll and Hyde of the drunks, if you will. Is either clinging to Web and spilling all of his emotions out while crying, or is getting into a bar fight. There’s no in between. Thinks everyone is hitting on Web, which just makes him more mad. Is actually pretty ok at holding his liquor, depending on the day. Will remember everything that happened the next day and just pretend like he never got drunk in the first place. Gets one of his taxi friends to drive him and Web home.

- [ DAVID WEBSTER ]

Pretty & flirty drunk. 2nd king of dancing but can only grind. CANNOT THROW IT BACK. Flirts with anything that breathes, also has a bunch of new contacts by the end of the night. Clings onto Joe’s arms, definitely wants to snuggle. Has done a full face of makeup while drunk. It actually looked good, so i’m bitter. Is the reason why Joe gets into so many fights.

- [ BUCK COMPTON ]

Fun drunk. Still plays darts but with infinitely worse aim. Has probably almost killed someone with that shitty aim. Most likely to make a bet with some random man at the bar and lose all of his money in one night. Generally the dumbest when drunk.

- [ EUGENE ROE ]

Loosens up even more than Speirs when drunk. Always somehow has like 20 new contacts when he wakes up in the morning??? Everyone loves him. Is known to throw it back on the dance floor. Can grind. King of drunk dancing and doing it w e l l.

- [ BABE HEFFRON ]

Sad, dumb drunk. Is sad that everyone likes Gene because he wants his attention all to himself. Cries over how pretty Gene is. Won’t shut the fuck up about Gene. Tries to play darts with Buck to get over his sadness. Actually ends up having better aim when drunk. Most likely to wake up with more money in his wallet than he originally brought. Is easily influenced by Bill, so he’s probably gotten into several bar fights.

- [ SKIP MUCK ]

FUN DRUNK TIMES 10. Never stops drinking. Thinks everything is funny. Has peed himself laughing. Bffs with Luz when drunk so goodbye Penkala. Does any dare you give him, regardless of drunk or sober, but it’s more funny to have him do them when he’s drunk. Stumbles every three seconds.

- [ DONALD MALARKEY ]

Depressed bitch drunk. Actually thinks about his life choices and regrets everything. Has tried to change his college major several times to Minecraft while drunk. Was stopped by Penkala and Winters. Cries on Winters’ shoulder while drunk. Regrets everything in the morning. Has penises on his face in sharpie in the morning.

- [ ALEX PENKALA ]

Same as skip but more reasonable and actually takes care of Don. Is bitter that Luz replaced him.

- [ FRANK PERCONTE ]

Dumb bitch drunk. Tries to fight anything that moves, no matter how tall the opponent is. Was convinced that all his teeth fell out by George once. Has yet to recover. Tries to fight Johnny, lost within the first punch because he got knocked out.

- [ JOHNNY MARTIN ]

Takes so much liquor to get him drunk. Periodically takes shots whenever someone does something stupid or he gets annoyed. Facepalms the entire time Bull is doing anything. Generally super chill when drunk.

- [ BULL RANDLEMAN ]

Fun drunk. Accent gets infinitely thicker when he’s drunk, so barely anyone understands what he’s saying. Rode a bull while drunk once, it was the best thing anyone’s ever seen. Acts like a cowboy for fun and to piss of Johnny.

[missameliep]

If I Fell

Book: Desire and Decorum – Modern AU

Notes: * English is not my first language. * All characters belong to Pixelberry. * This one-shot is from the same AU of the series Second Chances

Summary: Jogging at Hyde Park takes an unexpected turn for Elizabeth and Hamid.

Word count: ~3.200

This is my late submission to @choicesmonthlychallenge​​ - Day 18: Park.

Bouncing up and down at the rhythm of the music, Elizabeth’s long and curly ponytail whipped from side to side.

A group of runners sprinted past her and her eyes lingered on their bare arms and legs, and the sight alone made her shiver.

Even though the singer keeps repeating verses about summer into her ears, sunny and warmer days are becoming a distant memory. This morning, the sun above their heads seemed like an imitation of what she’s used to, its sunbeams struggling to shine through a greyish sea of clouds, a faint light reaching her face without warming it. This time of the year, if she were jogging at the broad Portuguese mosaic sidewalk at Ipanema, despite the sea breeze, her cheeks would probably feel hot and get redder after each kilometre crossed. Kissed by the golden sunlight, beads of sweat would be streaming down her back, making her tank top stick to the skin, unlike here.

At London, she has a jacket zipped all the way up on top of her t-shirt and the breeze blowing through the trees cools her hands and nose.

However, there’s a presence here that provides a similar warmth to her life, and she almost forgets the grey sky above.

Her gaze sneaks at the man and his springing graceful steps.

Hamid is not the sun, she knows it. But sometimes, he sort of is, with his big and welcoming personality and the cheek dimpling smile that ignites the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach. Whenever he offers one of his broad smiles, her days are painted golden.

She never expected someone outside her family to become so relevant in making her feel little by little more at home in this city and new life. Hamid gets it. He gets her in a way others don’t. He knows what it is to start anew in a strange city. With grace he waltzes between cultures, enjoying the best of each one, as he says; and she wishes someday she’ll be able to do it too. Right now, she’s trying to learn from him and is thankful for his aid.

From the very first day he welcomed her, offering his company, advice, kindness and friendship.

Friendship.

Often, she ponders if this annoying crush will ever go away.

How long until she can see him just like a friend and not jeopardize what they have? Though she cannot chase away Briar’s insinuation, she doubts he’d ever want more than what they have. Perhaps just a fling. He’s flirty and never denied how casual his relationships were. Elizabeth does not do that. She cannot be casual. Ever. And not with him, especially. Her feelings are already too confusing as they are, and what they have is good. More than good, actually. He’s also satisfied, she can tell. They’ve established a routine, and whenever they have free time, they want to be together, which is normal. That’s what good friends do. Neither is neglecting important commitments to spend time together… 

Besides they both know nothing has changed in the past weeks. He’s still leaving any day now, and she’s not. Therefore, she must not waste time thinking of impossible scenarios in which they could be together, while following their own dreams.

Though when he smiles at her like he’s doing in this exact moment... she almost throws reason and caution to the wind.

Her sneakers touch the asphalt at the beat of the music time and again, keeping up with his pace.

The singer reaches another strophe about the fortunate meeting between the sun and the moon. To talk for a while in exchange of a smile and the promise to not break the other’s heart – she could definitely relate to that. But she wonders, who can live up to such promise?

Without exchanging a word, his gaze meets hers and they change lanes like they did the day before and other times for the past weeks, either jogging or cycling. The path ahead is her favourite at Hyde Park, and he knows it. Meandering between the mesmerising dégradé of the foliage, ranking from brown to yellow, she smiles.

A sudden gust of wind plucked numerous leaves from the towering trees. They beautifully waltzed in the air before the final leap towards the grass, creating a crunching blanket. An amber one chose to land on Hamid’s hair, and nested there until the breeze blew it away, resuming its ballet.

Like the solitary leave, her eyes performed their own dance. Flicking back and forth from the man’s face, trying not to get caught.

Ear buds on and lips moving, she supposes he’s mumbling the lyrics of a song. Or perhaps he’s studying Mandarin again. Impossible to make out the words. Suddenly, his dark eyes dart to her, and she averts her gaze, her attention focused on the path ahead.

However, it doesn’t take long until her eyes return to her favourite sight at the city.

He's barely sweating as they jog, just a slight reddish on his cheeks and ears. She has no idea how he manages it, but he always looks like stepping out of the pages of GQ. Even the hair tousled by the wind seems calculated.

Suddenly, Hamid’s face turned, and he met her contemplative stare and offered a cheeky grin. Instead of acknowledging she was caught red-handed and just smile back, Elizabeth’s first instinct was to pretend she wasn’t staring, but failed. Distracted, her right ankle twists when her foot touches the ground again.

Though she regained balance, the pain didn’t allow her to go on. Another three painful steps before she halted and bent over.

Hamid came back running, a frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his hand already reaching and holding her upper arm.

I’m an infatuated idiot…

Taking a deep breath, she replied, “I lost my balance... and now it hurts.”

“You might have sprained your ankle. Come.”

Hamid helped her move out of the path and sit on the grass. Crouching in front of her, he watched her hands encircle her leg and the pained expression, she tried to conceal pursing her lips.

“Let me see if there’s any sign of swelling,” he said, fingers already unlacing her sneaker.

Her eyes widened, and her hand covered his. “Oh, please don’t.”

His face tilted up; brows furrowed with concern. “Liz, if it’s hurting this much, you’ll need a doctor.”

Throwing a tight-lipped smile at him, Elizabeth insisted it didn’t hurt; however, Hamid studied her for a moment and without breaking eye-contact, his hand moved up, touching her ankle, and she grimaced.

“Hey,” he said softly touching her knee, “you don’t need to put on a brave face.”

Lowering her gaze, she chewed on the inside of her cheek and shook her head. “I just need a minute, Hamid. I’ll be okay.”

He sat beside her, holding his knees, and stole a sideway glance at the girl frowning while moving the foot. “You don’t have to go to the hospital alone. I can go with you, if you like... It’s understandable if this is still hard for you.”

Her eyes flit to his face, he was obviously imagining her reluctance has something to do with her mother, and embarrassment dominated her. But she couldn’t lie…

“It’s not what you’re thinking… It’s actually something silly… and you’ll make fun of me if I tell you now.”

“I promise I won’t.”

She gnawed on a cuticle, before her mouth opened. “It’s just...” she started, and her voice was so low that the noises of their surroundings almost muffled her words, “I don’t want you to see my foot.”

He looked up in confusion and asked the reason.

“I hate my feet!”

“But we must see if there’s swelling.”

“Could you turn around? I can see it for myself.”

“You’re serious?” he gaped, “I’ve seen you wearing a bathing suit!”

Heat creeped its way up her neck to her face, remembering the occasion.

.

When she climbed the pool ladder that morning, his intense dark eyes travelled all the way down from her face to her legs. Lingering on the curves hugged by her conservative black swimsuit. Her cheeks were so hot that they could make the cool water streaming down her face evaporate. His chest heaved with a deep breath, then his eyes fixed on her face while she neared him to claim the towel from his hand. A persistent smile on his face while he enthusiastically complimented her performance.

“You are as graceful as a mermaid. A tiny and extremely cute one,” he concluded.

“I’m not tiny,” she protested, playfully narrowing her eyes at him, before turning around at his request, “I’m average.”

Holding the robe, he said close to her ear, “You’re anything but average, Miss Foredale.”

.

“Well... I’m pretty sure you didn’t look at my feet...” she muttered under her breath.

A mischievous smile curled his lips, and she was certain he could still picture her in the pool.

“Liz, will it help if I show you mine?”

“Why? Are they ugly too?”

“Oh, no! I have perfectly pleasant feet.”

“Ugh! Another reason to not show you.”

Her response prompted an unrestrained laugh to fly from his mouth, filling the air.

“I’m serious. Could you please turn around and not look?”

“You’re a very strange girl...” he said, voice still carrying his amusement.

“I know,” she said bumping her shoulder on his arm, “But you like me and my quirks, so indulge me...”

He beamed, looking her straight in the eye. “I do. I do like you.”

They held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, before he moved and turned his back to her, but it was enough to cause her heart to race.

What the flying fudge craker, Hamid! Why are you torturing me?

Bowing, Elizabeth resumed unlacing her trainer and took it off.

“You know anytime I look at you from now on I will be thinking about the bunions on your feet...”

“I don’t have bunions!”

“What it is then?” He casted a look over his shoulder. “Membranes between your toes? Like ducks?”

“Very funny,” she scoffed.

“Six toes? Or hairy feet, like hobbits?”

“Can you please stop!”

“I cannot. I’m too curious and my mind is very creative.”

“Why are you so eager to see my feet?” she teased, “Do you have a fetish or something?”

“You discovered my secret! I cannot resist ugly feet,” he said in an exaggerated provocative tone over his shoulder and seductively bit his lower lip.

“You’re ridiculous,” she retorted, and a breathed laugh escaped her mouth.

Lowering his voice, he continued, “Or perhaps I’m just worried about you.”

The honesty in his tone quieted her laugh and her hand stopped rubbing the injured foot.

A long time since someone cared about something so ordinary that happened to her.

Tapping on his shoulder, she consented.

“…But be aware, I will slap you if you act weird!”

“I’ll refrain the urge of sucking on your toes,” he mocked.

“Good!”

“Unless you ask really nicely...”

“I won’t!”

Smiling, he returned to the same spot. His fingers lightly touched the foot, examining it, and ran to the curves on its side. He asked her permission and rolled her leggings up to look at the ankle.

“I don’t see any swelling, which is good,” he said, head bowed, “Just a small cute foot.”

“Liar! It’s so not! My feet are weird and too big for my height.”

“Well, they are small compared to mine.”

“Perhaps you just have clown feet too!” she mocked.

“Perhaps we were both cursed with horrendous clown feet...” A persistent wide smile curling his mouth, while his hands worked. “…Or perhaps we have ordinary looking feet, which perform a great job keeping us grounded. Well, mine do, at least.”

“You really know how to cheer a girl up, don’t you?”

He chuckled and looked up at her. “Does it actually matter? I mean, the size of your feet?”

“To me it does...” she sighed and gnawed at a cuticle, averting her gaze.

“Would you frown at someone for having ridiculously small feet?”

“Never.”

“Or would you not be my friend if my sneakers were too large for the Sasquatch?”

“Of course not! I’m not that shallow!”

“I thought so…” he declared, a small smile on his lips. “If Anneanne were here, she’d recite one very inspiring passage of the Qur’an and share all her wisdom with you... Since she’s not here, I’ll try my best,” he paused and cleared his throat, then spoke again with a solemn voice, “I think you deserve the same kindness you would offer others, Liz.”

“Easier said than done…” she admitted, and her gaze followed a woman running with a stroller.

“I suppose.” With gentleness he resumed massaging the ankle, easing the pain. “I wish you could see yourself through the eyes of someone who admires you. Just for one day… You’d be amazed.”

Elizabeth chewed on her lower lip, eager to ask if he meant himself, but she didn’t.

“Does it feel any better?”

“How are you so good at this?”

“Let’s say I’ve had my share of injuries and trips to the ER. Perhaps other people’s shares too...” he replied, lacing her sneaker. “Now we must get you some ice. My place is closer. Do you think you can walk?”

“I can try,” she said and raised to her feet. Her face contorted with pain when she touched the ground, and he immediately encircled her waist and offered the other arm for support.

They started moving towards the exit. Awkwardly hoping in one foot, Elizabeth tried not to touch the ground with the injured foot, and Hamid looked from her to the long path ahead and halted.

“You can’t do this all the way to the flat...”

“Why? Aren’t you charmed by my Saci Pererê impersonation?”

“I have no idea what that means...”

She chuckled and pulled the mobile out of her pocket. “I'll text the driver and ask him to come and spare you from further humiliation.”

“But how will you get to the exit?”

“Hopping of course. I used to be invincible at hopscotch.”

“Sure...” he teased her, “But here’s another idea: piggyback or princess carry? The first option is more fun, might remind you of those glorious days when you might’ve been good at hopscotch, but the second is more comfortable.”

“You don’t have to carry me, Hamid...”

“Where’s the fun in life if we only do what we must?” he asked, getting a little closer and throwing one of his irresistible smiles. “Are you worried about breaking the distance rule?”

“You already massaged my foot in public... so I guess that ship has already sailed…” she pondered, and he nodded. “I’m already wondering which will be the captions of the photos...”

“It'll be either ‘English heiress forces handsome man to carry her around’ or ‘Charming Turkish diplomat sweeps heiress off her feet’?”

“No other possible interpretation in between?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“It got me wondering if you’re the one ghost-writing those tabloid articles...”

“Who knows...” he winked. “What will it be?”

She bit her bottom lip and lowered her gaze. To be in Hamid's arms was rather tempting, but she knew which was the right answer to that question.

“Piggyback. I’ll take my chance...”

“Good choice.” Slowly, he turned around and bent down, lowering his body. “Hop on!”

Elizabeth encircled his shoulder with her arms, and his perfume filled her lungs replacing the scents of autumn. Then, in a swift motion as soon as she tried to pull herself up, his arms grabbed her legs giving her a boost. Laughing, she held him tight.

“You’re strong!” 

“I’m torn between thanking you or feeling a bit offended with the surprise in your tone.”

“Sorry,” she said into his ear, “You just made it look so easy...”

“I guess lifting all those weights is paying off. And it helps you being tiny.”

“I’m not tiny. I’m average.”

“Oh, Liz… You’re anything but average. When will you realize it?”

His words stirred the flutter of butterflies on her stomach and an intense burn on the cheeks. In an attempt to hide her emotions, she lowered her chin on her arm.

Ugh! Why does he keep saying stuff like that?

Advancing on the path, they drew the attention from passers-by. A few smiled running past them and, for once, she didn’t mind it, focusing on Hamid and the fun she was having.

“I still don’t understand how you fell.”

“I probably tripped on a bump on the path or something…”

“There was not a single obstacle on the ground where you stumbled. What happened? Did my handsomeness knock you off your feet?”

“Oh, please… I’m just clumsy,” she lied through her teeth, relying on him not being able to see her expression.

“You’re not,” he insisted, turning his face and trying to look at her, “I’ve seen you running. And swimming. You’re gracious on dry land and water.”

Meeting his gaze, she retorted, “Perhaps I stumbled on your ginormous ego... Have you considered that?”

His shoulders shook with his loud laugh. “I have not considered that hypotheses,” he breathed, between guffaws, “Though it seems rather unlikely. I stand by my first assumption.”

Even though Hamid dropped the subject after the second time she playfully slapped his shoulder, the familiar smirk curling his mouth persisted and he kept stealing glances at her.

A lonely magpie was walking on the grass beside the path, and Elizabeth pointed and recited the verse, “One for sorrow.”

“Not on my watch!” Hamid declared and resolutely crossed the distance, chasing the bird away. Dry leaves crunching beneath his feet with each step, and others falling on them. Unrestrained laughs flying from their mouths.

When they stopped laughing, he asked about the verses and she explained her grandmother taught her when she was a child, and she recited all of them to him.

Childhood memories was the cue for him to share one of his, and she giggled at his almost childish excitement.

“…Then, the first one to fall loses. After my twelfth birthday, I was unbeatable.”

“Hard to believe... I’ve seen pictures of your sisters.”

“You doubt my abilities?” he asked and twirled, reproducing what he’d do in the game.

Elizabeth squealed, and fisted his tee. “Stop! Don’t let me fall!” she cried and tightened the grip of her legs on his torso. His back moved with his amusement, and he stopped spinning.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, face turning to meet her gaze, “It’s as unlikely for me to let you fall than to shatter a priceless mosaic.”

Hamid adjusted his grip on her legs, and she drew in a deep breath, relaxing against the muscles of his back.

He resumed walking, and soon the entrance came into view and she texted the driver again.

“Here we are, my lady! Safe and sound,” Hamid said when they reached the outer gate, and she lowered herself to the pavement. His arm quickly encircled her waist, allowing her to lean on him.

She smiled back at him and didn’t move away, accepting the extra help and the closeness.

“Thanks for everything,” she said softly, “you are a good friend, Hamid.”

He nodded and smiled. It was just a small one more to himself than to her. “You’re welcome. But it was nothing…”

She lowered her voice and her gaze. “It means a lot to me.”

Their eyes followed the black sedan coming from the crossing, and when it pulled over, Hamid helped her inside.

“Don’t forget to put some ice and rest,” he recommended, half of his body still inside the car, and face awfully close. 

“I will,” she breathed the answer and stared at his lips. A friend shouldn’t look at a friend’s lips like this, she chastised herself, but didn’t look away.

“Text me later, okay?” Grinning, Hamid gently squeezed her arm, and added in a conspiratorial tone, “And if your grandmother blows this out of proportion and tries to lock you down permanently, give me a call and I’ll help you find asylum.”

“You’ll be my first call,” she replied, and they shared an amused look. Impulsively, Elizabeth leaned forward, placing a peck on his cheek. “Bye, Hamid.”

The door closed and before the engine started, she contemplated Hamid standing on the pavement. Waving at her with a wide cheek dimpling smile, though he couldn’t really see her inside, and she thanked the inventors of tinted windows for that, while pressing her palms against her burning cheeks.

Oh, my God! Why am I like this? Infatuated idiot!

====================== Notes: 

1. Anneanne (Turkish) - Maternal grandmother; granny; 2. Saci Pererê - one-legged character from Brazilian folklore.

[tinknevertalks]

Teslen + Star Trek AU

Right then, third time's a charm? Gah, at least I've saved my edits onto my GDocs file this time, rather than try to remember wtf I wrote. Anyways, this has taken a Long Time (soz) but here it is, five things from how I'd do a Teslen Trek AU. (Except it's not super heavy on the Teslen. Eek.)

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Helen Magnus commands a little known outpost on the edge of Federation space. No-one's really sure when she took the posting, or who gave her her orders (some whispers say it was Admiral Pike, way back when, but she's only human, right?), but anyone who knows of her knows they're safe aboard her station. And she has a steady stream of visitors aboard the Sanctuary.

Her crew is small, but well formed. Henry Foss is her chief engineer, although he tends to mostly putter around with tech than anything else, whilst her daughter, Ashley, is training under The Big Guy to take over Security. Henry dubbed him The Big Guy as the Universal Translators don't work for his species main language, or his dialect (he, however, learnt Federation Standard as a youngling, and Helen knows enough of his language that they can converse for more than a greeting). Their CMO is James Watson, one of Helen's contemporaries, living far beyond his human span of years by the use of nanotechnology.

Recently, she'd taken on a new senior staff member, Will Zimmerman. He's nominally her First Officer, but has taken on the unofficial job of counsellor and general busybody. It gives Helen breathing room on days when everyone and their brother wants to throw someone or something out the nearest airlock.

Along with Henry as her Chief Engineer, Helen also has a chief science officer for the research they conduct onboard the Sanctuary. He's another of her contemporaries, a fact Nikola Tesla loves to lord over young Will. Will, however, can't figure out if his new commanding officer is in some form of romantic entanglement with the guy, or just happy to let him be exceedingly flirty with her in front of the crew. Either way, Will hasn't the inclination (or really, the balls) to ask.

But they do good in their tiny part of the galaxy, on the outskirts of the Federation. Helen saves more lives than any other commanding officer Will has served under, and seems to be some sort of Renaissance woman when it comes to… well, anything. "When you've lived as long as I have, Will, it pays to have different skills." She says this with a wink and a wave every time, before fixing whatever problem they had onboard the station (usually caused by Nikola or Henry (or both) experimenting).

The worst problem* (in Will's era) was when Helen and Nikola got stuck in the really good  holodeck** with Jekyll, Hyde and Jack the Ripper. Both Hyde and Jack seemed super fixated on Helen (Jekyll sorta just left them to it), and whilst Helen would sometimes fall under Jack's hypnotic spell, she always retained her sense of self preservation and would fight back. Nikola, feeling kinda crummy and underpowered, got help from the Invisible Man, and with his assistance he and Helen beat the game. When the holodeck doors finally opened Ashley and Henry both groaned in disgust - Helen and Nikola were kissing, with tongues and everything, and really, who wants to see that before dinner? - whilst Will just stood there, mouth agape.

When did they get a 19th century holonovel?!

* It didn't even rank in either Helen or Nikola's top ten worst problems.

** The really good holodeck is the one that's actually a decent size and has the least amount of damaged holo emitters. Henry's been meaning to get round to those last two but other things got put in front - fixing the runabout, writing reports, showing Nikola the two emitters he broke the last time he used the holodeck and could he please tidy up his own mess? Helen finally fixes it herself so she and Ashley can visit Rome.

[motleyfuckingcruee]

Rocket Queen

0.6: Late Night Conversations

Henley's P.O.V

It's about an hour later after me and Duff had the conversation in the bathroom. Duff ordered the Chinese food so now we're eating it and watching some stupid movie on TV. I sigh, looking at the clock. It's only one in the morning. Fuck, how am I gonna make it home before my parents notice I'm gone? There's only one obvious answer. I can't. Unless I know for a fact that Hyde won't rat me out for being a minor in a bar, I'm stuck here with the blonde I barely know.

And where the hell is Madeline?

"What's goin' through your head?" Duff asks, breaking me from my thoughts.

I look over at him, then back down at my container of sweet n' sour chicken. "How do you know I'm thinking anything? I could just be enjoying my food."

Duff laughs, setting his container on the coffee table. "You have to be thinking of something. I doubt you're just sitting there not having one thought. That's, like, impossible."

I sigh, laughing a bit. He had me there. "You got me." I set my container on the table as well, losing my appetite almost completely. "I-uh-was just thinking about how I'm going to get home before my parents notice that I'm missing. They'll go bonkers if I'm not in my bed in the morning."

"You could just call them and tell them Madeline had an emergency so the both of you went to her place."

I smile at him. He has this hopeful look in his eyes as if he really wants to help. God he's so adorable.

I mentally groan at that thought. I just met the dude! Get that shit out of your head.

"You came up with that pretty quick."

He smiles, puffing out his chest. "I am the king of excuses," He says proudly.

I giggle, rolling my eyes. Damn, I haven't laughed and smiled this much since before Tommy left. "I'll call you up next time I need help with that."

"So, you still live with your parents, huh?"

"What do you mean still? I am only sixteen, y'know?" Did he seriously forget I told him how old I was not even a few hours ago.

Duff's eyes widen. "There's no fucking way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"I just mean, you act older. I would've thought you were at least eighteen," He explains, taking a swig from the beer that was sitting on the table.

I really hope that's a new one and not a bottle that has just been sitting there for days. It's obvious he doesn't clean often. I cringe watching him drink it.

"What?" He asks. He looks genuinely confused as to why I was looking at him like I am.

I almost laugh at his look. I, however, manage to keep a straight face. "Please tell me it's a new bottle."

Duff looks down at his drink, laughing as he fully processes my statement. "Oh my God, Henley. You're seriously worrying about how old my drink is?"

I shrug, looking down. I feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

Duff's laughter dies down after I stay quiet for a while. I know it's stupid to feel embarrassed like I am, but I can't help it. I don't like it when people laugh at me.

"Henley," Duff says, his laughter still working it's way out of his system. I don't say anything. "Hey," Duff says, his voice quiet and soft. I look up at him, shocked at how his voice changed in a second. "Did I say something wrong?"

I feel my heart drop. He thinks he did something wrong. In reality, I'm just an oversensitive ass. It's amazing how my "Bad ass aura"-as Madeline would call it-disappears as soon as I'm alone with someone I'm comfortable with. I become overly sensitive with everything. I'm like that with Athena, Tommy, and Madeline. And now, apparently, Duff. Fuck, he's broken down the walls I put up within just a few hours. What the hell is wrong with me?

"No," I say, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. I'm just sensitive sometimes."

Duff's face is once again full of disbelief. Damn, do I really surprise him that much?

"What?" I ask, feeling shy with his eyes on me.

He just shrugs, shaking his head. "I just find it hard to believe that the Henley is sensitive. You're one badass chick."

I laugh at his use of the word 'chick'. "You say that as if I'm some notorious girl that has a reputation."

"You kinda do," Duff responds. I furrow my eyebrows. What the hell is that supposed to mean? "Anyways, you never answered my original question."

"Huh?" Then it clicks in my brain. I never did answer his question. Fuck, I don't remember what it was.

"Uhm, what was it again?"

"What were you thinking about before we started this odd conversation," Duff laughs.

"Oh, right," I respond, looking at the TV for a moment. I turn my head to Duff, feeling a smile spread onto my lips. He's so fucking cute. His smile is absolutely adorable. It's different than other people's. I can't really explain it. He's different than other guys I've met. Yes, he did try to kiss me, but he backed off as soon as I pushed him away. He didn't try anything else and he's kept his distance. "I was just thinking about Madeline. Will she be alright with Steven?"

"I'm sure she'll be fine," Duff answers, taking a swig from that same bottle. "She's a big girl. She can handle herself."

I sigh, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I know, it's just that she tends to not think things through. She gets herself into a shit ton of trouble all because she can't keep her mouth shut."

Duff laughs. "Sounds like someone else I know."

I blush, looking down at my lap. God, his laugh is like music to me. "I usually do a good job at shutting up. I was just a bit tipsy. If I get any amount of alcohol in my system, I can't shut up." The fight definitely sobered me up quick.

"Looks like I'll just have to keep my eye on you from now on," Duff says, nudging my thigh with his foot.

I laugh, looking back up at him. "You think we're still going to hang out after all this?"

"Of course we are. You're stuck with me now," Duff answers, giving me a heart melting smile. Fuck me, he's too good at making me feel.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I say, deciding to be a little flirty. What could it hurt?

Duff shakes his head, running a hand through his gorgeous blonde hair. "It can be sometimes."

"I can't see how. From what I've seen of you since I met you, you're one awesome person to be around. Steven seems pretty cool too," I say, grinning at him.

"Yeah he is, but I can be-."

He's cut off by a sharp knocking at the front door. Duff groans, reluctantly getting off of the couch. He walks over to the door, opening it with a certain amount of sass. I giggle at him as he places his hand on his hip, jutting his hip out like a girl would. He looks back at me and winks. He's such a dork.

All of a sudden a ball of blonde hair pushes past Duff, toting a smaller dark haired person behind him. I grin as Madeline nearly falls from how Steven is pulling her.

"Stevie slow down!" Madeline yells, looking disheveled.

I take it those two had one hell of a night.

Steven laughs, pulling her into his arms. He kisses the top of her head. She grins, wrapping her arms around his waist. I smile at them. They really like each other. I guess I will be seeing more of Duff after all since Madeline will probably be hanging around Steven a lot.

"Aren't you two just adorable," Duff teases, sitting down next to me again. He's closer to me this time.

Just scoot over a little bit more.

I shake my head, trying to clear that thought from my mind. I focus my attention on the new couple in front of me.

Steven flips Duff off, giving one of his signature Steven smiles. "We're heading to bed."

Madeline and Stevie walk down the hallway without another word. "Don't have too much fun, kids!" Duff yells at them.

He's answered with a door slamming.

I giggle. "So I take it you and Steven live together?"

Duff lets out a mock sad sigh. "Yeah. He's such a pain in the ass."

I shake my head, laughing slightly. I yawn, looking at the clock again. Two o'clock in the morning.

"You tired?" Duff asks.

I try to shake my head 'no', but then my body decides to let out another yawn.

"I'll take that as a yes," He laughs, standing up. "Come on."

I get up, walking behind him. I'm way too tired to argue. Duff leads me into a bare room. The most he has is more records and a mattress laying in the floor. Duff walks over to the dresser that I somehow didn't notice, and pulls out some boxers and a shirt. He hands it to me.

"Here," He says. "I'm sure you don't wanna sleep in those clothes."

I smile, looking down at my feet. "Thank you." I walk over to the bed. "Could you at least turn around?" I turn to see a blushing Duff.

"O-Oh, yeah, right," He says rather flustered. He turns around, his head bent down.

I giggle, then change as fast as I can. "Alright, I'm done."

Duff turns around, a smile on his face. "Okay, well, I'll be on the couch if you need me."

"What? No," I say. "This is your bed. I can sleep on the couch."

Duff rubs his eyes. "I'm too tired too argue. Can we just share the bed? If that's okay with you?"

I nod, already climbing under the covers. I turn to face the wall. I feel the bed dip beside me as Duff gets in.

"Goodnight, Henley," He says almost in a whisper.

"Night Duff."

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∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be | I love your POV on this and would love to hear more tbh

lkfjgldkfs OKAY let’s see if I use my words to explain this tomfoolery. Who Regulus appears to be varies over time and what verse/au you’re talking about, both because his beliefs/philosophies are so radically different from themselves and because Regulus is very two-faced. The kindest way to say that would be that he’s extremely private and adaptive but it all comes down the same thing, Regulus is essentially two different people.And I don’t mean that in the weaksause ways that can be interpreted or as far as a jekyll-hyde situation, but he is distinctly two very separate people when you look at his personality and now he acts. There is Public Regulus and then Actual Regulus, Public Regulus is about exactly what you’d expect from a pureblood from an elitist aristocratic family that fervently supports an evil fascist wizard lord. Though there is the caveat to that that he’s historically not as publicly vocal or hateful as other people like him. Unlike Draco, P!Regulus would never call a muggleborn “mudblood” to their face, he’d think it and call them that among the Slytherins but not in a public space. This is a calculated move to protect himself and allow him maximum access to all resources and possibilities. Being anything more than a well dignified, if pretentious and snobbish neutral figure in the primary public stage means losing venues and making enemies, which he’s not about. Regulus learned very early to commit to the bit as a means of survival, he didn’t just parrot things to be spared the rod or have perfect posture so he could have supper– he did the research, he practiced endlessly. People can tell when your hearts not really in it, you have to commit to the bit, he’s a method actor for his own life. He tweaks that base personality of Neutral Aristocrat depending on his audience and the context he finds himself in. Different people will see very slight variations on the persona because he is always aiming to keep people neutral on him at minimum because it makes his life smoother. This is important and I cannot express how much this is not just like, a mask or facade but a solid fully formed identity. Regulus is not an occulmens and his doubts began a while before he figured out exactly what Voldemort had done, but no one was aware of this at all. No One. That’s because Regulus’s Public Face is not just a mask hiding his real personality, it’s a Mode or a State or something equally consuming and that is something people can sense. it’s why he got away with moving closer to defection and then outright working to undermine Voldemort with no one thinking to read his thoughts. There was nothing about him that suggested he was slipping, because Public Regulus doesn’t work in half measures and he mirrors back the most favorable version for him of what’s before him. On the other hand Actual Regulus is a much more vague and nebulous concept, largely because it doesn’t get seen much. He never really had a need or opportunity to exercise this part of him growing up outside of Sirius (which ending VERY quickly) and Kreacher. Then later in life it takes a very long time for he to deem others worthy of hearing his Actual Thoughts and Options, and seeing Genuine Reactions. Letting people know your actual thoughts and feelings is dangerous and so he doesn’t do that….like ever….. He has a very, very, very small selection of people he’s 100% genuine with by the time the second war rolls around. Like it’s Kreacher (sort of, somethings he can’t say or Kreacher’d Die on the spot) Snape, Dumbledore, Hagrid (maybe), McGonagall (Maybe) and Remus (at least in the context of how me and @vaarulv has discussed their interactions/relationship) like, that’s in the context of his ENTIRE LIFE. In 18 to 35-ish years he’s met about 6 people he’s comfortable being 100% genuine with, and only 2 who don’t have some caveat attached current. This man plays it close as fuck to the vest. So when talking about “who they are vs who they appear to be” One has a LOT more examples to work with than the other. I think really if you want to get an idea of what Regulus is like when he’s 100% Genuine then look at Lady Eboshi from Princess Mononoke. Eboshi is a INTENSELY morally grey figure. She’s more than willing to kill nature, gods, animals or humans to secure her goals--but her goals are to make Irontown, a community she all but built from nothing by hand full of people who’d normally be disregarded by society, a safe, stable and prosperous place. She bought the contracts of brothel girls and personally tends to lepers. She also straight up doesn’t really care that her actions ended with Ashitaka being cursed, kills a GOD (multiple actually) with no remorse and is obliterating the environment.She’s also a calm, collected leader who naturally exudes a noble air who still more than able to take a joke at her expense in stride. She has biting wit but is also not unkind. Hell, she even takes getting her arm bitten off with dignity and aplomb. It’s very Regulus, he’s both an incredible force for progress and a infinitely compassionate while also a ruthless player of the Game who doesn’t care about what happens to others because of his actions. His calm and “high-born” mannerisms, grace, etc. aren’t fake, that’s really him. He’s also got a good sense of humor and is more than willing to laugh at himself. Also has a real love of flirty/raunchy/offensive/shocking humor. He’s also MORBID AS FUCK. He also gets indignant on the behalf of others a lot, even when it’s hilariously hypocritical. TLDR; Public Regulus (aka Just Him Normally 99.9% of the time) is a kinda sociopathic social manipulator and chessmaster who commits hardcore, Actual Regulus is something between Lady Eboshi, Wilde, a Byronic Hero, and What We Do in the Shadows in personality and aesthetic.

monstrous hcs || @severelysnapped​

[moekyah]

Exo as Yandere

Warning: Smut, Angst, Dark theme and Violence cause you know…YANDERE. I also do not any gif. Anyway thank you for reading, please enjoy~!

Baekhyun : The Hyde and Jekyll Type :

His smile is feign with innocence. Charming and popular, Baekhyun would use his amiable personality to approach you. His objective was simple, slowly earn your trust and soon your heart. It wasn’t that hard to become friends with you through his sense of humour. And it is even easier since the both of you have so many common interest, like playing video games or nerding out about movies. But it was frustrating to be stuck in a friend zone within your heart for such a long time. Baekhyun may seem like a gentle and loving person to you but it’s all a facade. Deep down the other part of him was surging to come out. It couldn’t wait to make you his. No matter what type of competitions he have. In the end you would always came back to Baekhyun. After all he is your best friend. Your one and only soulmate.

“Don’t cry Y/N, He is a fool for leaving you. He doesn’t deserve you at all. You can cry on my shoulders as much as you want. I will always be here for you.”

“You think Y/N would believe you? I have known her for such a long time. With these pictures who do you think she will believe? This is just the beginning you know. If you don’t break up with Y/N, I will make sure you wish you were dead.”

Minseok : The Big Brother Type :

The first time when you’d met Minseok, you can’t help but to fall for him. He is very attractive after all, flirty and confident, yet still a gentleman, who wouldn’t fall for someone like Minseok? But because he was much older than you and surely more experience. You had gave up and dismiss all of your feelings as a simple crush. Minseok didn’t help out though, even though you were just a little sister to him. He had teased you to no end, making you feel things you shouldn’t always leading you on for no reason. You desperately wanted to move on from Minseok. But he was always in the way. Acting like an overprotective older brother, Minseok was the worse. Little did you know though, is that Minseok have feeling for you too, even more than one could imagine. After all he was always watching, from the very beginning those watchful eyes was already set on you. Big Brother is and always watching.

“No Y/N, you are way too young for this. Your parents won’t be happy if they found you going to place like that. How about I take you out on this Saturday instead? Should we go to that new restaurant? Or should we go the mall?”

“Didn’t I told you not to go to that party? Dressing like this…You even allow that bastard to touch you. You really want to see me mad don’t you? I should punish you. You’ve been a very bad girl Y/N. And bad girl like you should be heavily punished.”

Jongin : Hannibal Lecter Type : 

Jongin wanted everything from you. He make it clear of course, that he wanted you on the very first meeting. Confidentiality coming toward you unlike the rest. He would shamelessly flirt with you until you agree to go out with him.  A perfectionist at heart, Jongin will plan out every dates for the both of you perfectly, making sure that every moments you two spent together would be very special. It wasn’t enough though, already within weeks of dating, he wanted more than nothing but to spent every moment with you. He could not stand the ideas of you being with anyone else but him. You are his goddess, his one and only, his to worship. No one could ever loves you even more than Jongin. Your body, your heart, your soul…if those greedy eyes could speak it would probably said that’s it wanted to consume your very own being.

“I love you Y/N, so, so much. Let’s be together forever okay? I will always protect you, I promise to love and  cherish you till the end of the days. Please, please believe in me.”

“Y/N doesn’t know it but I really hate it when I see guys like you approach her. Really what make you think you could ever have a chance with Y/N? You’re nothing but a pig for me to slaughter. How should I do it? Should I cut you up and feed you to the dogs? No, I think I’ll start with your legs and feed it to you.”

Junmyeon : The Mr. Gatsby Type : 

What is use to all the money and power in the world if he can’t have you? Unlike the rest of Psychopathic Type, Junmyeon is the most ‘human’ in all of them. He understands your feelings, how your heart didn’t belong to him the moment you first met him. But it was okay, Junmyeon respect your choices. He loved you enough to let you roam the world freely. There is nothing in the world that he couldn’t do for you. He could buy you anything you ever wanted, his love for you is endless. If you like he would even kill himself for you. But as perfect of a lover Junmyeon is, there is just one thing he couldn’t stand, and that’s seeing you getting hurt. This lovestruck fool would do anything to protect you. If you were to ask he were willing to do anything.

“Don’t cry Y/N, please don’t cry. Can’t you see how much I love you? Please stop hurting yourself. Seeing you like this is killing me. Please forget about him.”

“Why must you hurt Y/N? Do you not see how much she loves you? I loves her so much, and Y/N, she loves you so much. I was going to let you be, I was willing to share Y/N with you…but that’s all changes now. You have hurt her too much. I can’t forgive you. Don’t worry it will be all over soon, Y/N will forget about you soon enough.”

Yixing : The Daddy Long Leg Type :

 Instead of interacting with you directly like the rest, Yixing would keep his distance when he first meet you. It wasn’t because he was afraid of rejection or anything like that, no, no, it’s just necessary that he find out everything about you first before the right time come. He must become the perfect man in order to woo you. Everything he do must be completely believable, so natural, like he have never meet you before. Let those gazes follow him, let them see how great of a man he is and that he is the man of your dream. Let them admire him and let them desire him. His plan was absolutely flawless after all. Playing the nice guy, becoming your crush, helping you secretly, and letting you find out all his good deeds ‘accidentally’. Who said you can’t create your own destiny?

“Ah Y/N, What a coincidence meeting you here, would you like some coffee? It’s my treat! How did I know that this is your favorite? Hmm…lucky guess, I guess.”

“Do you see that lovely girl over there? I’ll give you $300 if you pretend to attack her at 10:40 PM today. I will be there trying to protect her, you can beat me up as much as you want, just make it believable and leave within 10 minutes or so.”

Jongdae :The  Dr. Frankenstein Type : 

Jongdae was obsessed with you. How unfortunate you are to have meet a lover like Jongdae. Unlike the rest of Exo, this person wasn’t afraid of you knowing this dark side at all. In fact he had fully embrace it and using his kind feature this person would manipulate everyone around him. There was nothing wrong with Jongdae. It’s just that it’s you who haven’t realize how ugly and impure this world is yet. And so Jongdae was going to show you just that, he would show you the true color of those pests. Driving you insane and giving you madness. Jongdae knew well that he have to ‘kill’ you in order for you to be reborn completely. So until when you are able to compromise that Jongdae was the only person you ever needed in this world, by then you are truly his.

“There you go again, being so kind to them, you really are an angel aren’t you? Even if he is your boyfriend and she is your best friend must you give them that much trust? I’m only joking~They seem like really good people after all~”

“I told you didn’t I? That they was going to betray you. Look what you done now. Dirtying your hand like that? Don’t worry, you did nothing wrong Y/N-ah~ All you need is me, just put all of your trust in me. I will protect you”

Chanyeol : The Romeo Montague Type : 

There was nothing in this world that could tear Chanyeol away from you. A romantic at heart, every moment you spent with him will be fill with love and happy memories. Being wooed by his sweet songs, making you laugh, giving you lots and lots of loving kisses. Meeting Chanyeol was like a meeting of fate and he would make you feel like you were the luckiest girl in the world. But little did you know that this perfect boyfriend can’t help but to have a dark side to him. There was no way that he would let it happens, for this love to become a star-cross lover tragedy. Nothing could tear Chanyeol away from you. No one was ever going to steal you away from him. And if your heart ever to get stolen? Than Chanyeol wouldn’t mind dying with you, stealing you back from the person that had stolen you away.

“Did you dream of me last night Y/N? Me? Of course I did, how can I not think of you every minute of the day! You don’t believe me? Silly Y/N just how many time do I have to say that I love you for you to believe me?”

“Why did you look at him like that? Am I not good enough for you Y/N? You know that I can’t take it right? Do you really want to see me feeding you poison that much? Don’t turn me into such a bad guy Y/N-ah. I love you so, so very much.”

Kyungsoo : The Devil Type : 

With a face of an Angel. No one could ever doubt that he was a more of a fallen one. It doesn’t matter if you have a lover or not, in the end you could never escape from Kyungsoo. Tempting with you lust, filling your soul with envy, he will show you the way of wrath. In which your heart can’t help but to be consume with greed as fall deeper for him, letting you have a taste of sloth, only to leave you starving in gluttony. He loves it to see you degrading yourself begging for mercy and pleading for more. So forget all about your pride and all of your morals. Take a bite of this sweet apple and sell your soul to the devil. You can run away from temptation but never hid from it.

“I don’t tell lies Y/N, well not to you. If you wanted me then say it. I want you too. I will always be here waiting for you. So just come to me and I’ll be yours.”

“Were you jealous of her darling? Did your heart fill with envy when you see me with her? Did it drive you insane that you wanted to murder that person? Baby girl you should already know that my heart is only set for you.”

Sehun : The Prince Charming Type :

Sehun is the type of guy that you would bring home to your parent. Someone who all your friends would swoon over and talk about. He was the guy that would sweep you off your feet. The more you look at him you can’t help but to be reminded of a perfect prince out of the fairy tales book. But one should always be careful of what they wished for. After all happily ever after always came with a price. The moment you had fallen for this Prince Charming was already too late. One can only advise you to continue and remain oblivious to what was happening and continue on loving Sehun. Or else the beast will be awaken and you could never escape from this twisted fairy tales.

“Here have my coat. Yes, your friends seem nice. Hmm? Are you jealous? You’re silly you know that? Aigoo~ How can my girlfriend be so pretty even though she are mad at me?”

“Does it hurt? I’m sorry princess but you had brought this upon yourself, you were going to leave me after all. And now these chains are going to keep you here with me forever. I will make you happy, I promise.”

Anyway as you can tell there are a bit of English Literature refferences with in this post. They may not be actually yandere, but i find these characters inspiringly creepy. It took really long to make this but I wouldn’t mind doing it again. So if you have a request please feel free to drop it in my inbox. I hope you reblog and give me heartu~

[bansheeoftheforest]

Ok so its 2:30 am and im going feral over syndicate au

After they “officially” (or as official as they can be at least) hire jekyll as their chemist things are somewhat awkward between henry and jacob for a bit. With the other people henry can be professional and friendly towards but jacob was literally the one introducing him to all of this. Via a one-night-stand

Except that attraction between them is obviously there?? Like they (probably) wouldnt have done the wahoo with eachother if it wasnt there, so all theres left is for them to get to know eachother. And they do slowly get to know eachother through meetings, and business exchanges where jacob tries to flirt and henry is flustered but not too flustered to laugh, and then they start talking outside work and then before they know it theyre back to making out except this time theyre SOBER and they decide it means something. And then BOOM, boyfriends

And then jacob thinks hes funny, and the kidnappings start happening

Also i would to know how jacob would react to the big reveal that jekyll = hyde. Personally im a big fan of “oh wow my beloved youre genuinely an insane person :) thats cool tho. Love you lots xoxo”

Hey dude. You know what I was... Is it called daydreaming if I did it to go to sleep? Either way you know what I was imagining over and over and over when trying to go to sleep?

Exactly this.

I can imagine Henry being so incredibly awkward around the other assassins and especially Jacob at first. After all, Jacob was a one-night-stand and all other assassins wanted him dead (he assumes) but he quickly befriends Evie and Greenie because he is as social as a puppy and is just as likable as one. But he keeps a distance from Jacob because he finds the entire situation incredibly uncomfortable and especially after what happened with Robert. He doesn't want to get hurt like that again and even if his heart slowly, slowly is letting go of Robert and willingly opens itself up again, he desperately tries to lock it away and make sure he isn't too close to Jacob. Jacob, who probably is a person to fall head-over-heels with persons he just met and especially if they have even shagged (he literally fell in love with two of his enemies after 1-2 meetings, canonically, one being a gal and one being a lad) is probably quite hurt by Jekyll taking a distance but he still tries. Hence the flirting, hence still trying to get to know Henry.

A few months pass, maybe. Henry gets used to working for the assassins, he spends most of his free time on the train because he can escape both Lodgers and friends alike and just... Relax. Even if he spends most of his time there, and even if he tries to get away from Jacob to not end up more hurt, he just can't. He keeps getting pulled into those handsome eyes and those flirty jokes and he just can't deny that he is feeling something for Jacob, and Jacob notices. Suddenly Greenie and Evie are gone on an emergency mission and Jacob and Henry are alone on the train. Perhaps Jacob would offer Henry some whiskey, perhaps they would just sit around and talk on one of the couches. Perhaps Jacob would slowly inch his way closer and Henry would pretend not to notice. Suddenly Jacob's hand is on his thigh and Henry's breath hitches, his face shots up to meet Jacob's gaze and their noses brush together. They are alone, Jacob takes his chance, and so softly he presses their lips together. Nowhere near as hungrily as their first meeting and nowhere near as possessively as during their shag. It's soft, it's adoring, and Henry can't help but melt into it. He doesn't want to but something in him feels safe with Jacob, much safer than he had ever felt with Robert, much more loved than he had ever felt by Robert, yet he quickly falls back to reality when Jacob's hand moves-- maybe not even up his thigh, maybe he just accidentally nudged it-- and Henry places his hands on Jacob's chest and breaks off. So many thoughts and feelings swirling around in his head, yet all he can feel is how his heart clenches so violently and everything in him is screaming stop, stop, go back, you are ruining it, all while it's also screaming run, run, don't look back, don't let yourself get hurt again.

Henry stands up, Jacob follows as Henry begins to panic so slightly. He is apologizing profusely, he is saying that Jacob please shouldn't take this personally, it's just... He can't handle this right now, he's sorry, Jacob did nothing wrong but Henry just isn't ready for it. Right as Henry is about to leave the train, Jacob stops him. He asks what he did wrong, or what's making Henry panic so. Henry stops, for a moment, takes a deep breath, and tells him that he just... Does not know what Jacob wants from him, and he has been hurt by pretend-relationships enough that he doesn't want to experience that again. Jacob tells him that he actually likes him, he would like to have an actual relationship with him sometime, if that would be something Henry would want and would be comfortable with. Henry pauses, another deep breath, and finally, he just says that... He needs to think about it. Please give him some space, he will give him a letter once he has gotten to think things through, he is sorry for being difficult but it's just... So, so much for him and after what he has been through. It's nothing personal, he assures Jacob, yet both of them just feel so, so hurt as Henry waits for the nearest train station and leaves. It's in the middle of the night, yet he is trudging his way back to the Society alone. Jacob debates following him, just to make sure he gets home safely, but doesn't.

Maybe it takes a few days, maybe some weeks, maybe even months, but soon, when Jacob enters the train after a particularly foul mission, Evie has a letter for him. "Jekyll came by and told me to give it to you", she says. Jacob could not grab it any faster, hastily tells her some weak excuse before excusing himself to his personal train compartment. He sits on his bed, he takes a deep breath, and he opens the wax seal of the letter-- so formal and official, he thinks. He wonders what Jekyll has told him, what news he is about to get. He can't deny that he likes him and that he likes him a lot. More than he liked Pearl. More than he ever liked Maxwell. What he feels for Henry feels good and real and he just feels miserable at the thought that Henry might not feel the same.

He opens the letter; the actual text and paper are just as "official" and formal as the actual wax seal and letter fold.

And then he reads it.

And the first thing Henry does, no surprise, is apologizing, and Jacob feels his blood run cold. But then he continues to read, and Henry is explaining why he was so scared. He has been hurt before, his last boyfriend treated him like a side piece that he just threw away and they had known each other for two years and it has affected Henry a lot. He apologized for being difficult, but he is willing to try out a relationship if Jacob is still up for it, and if he is just willing to take it slow and be patient with Henry.

And Jacob, of course, is willing to be patient. He is willing to wait for Henry because he likes him.

At the end of the letter, Henry asks Jacob to meet him in his office somewhere during the evening; he will keep the window open.

And Jacob does come.

And they get to talk it all out, they get to set some boundaries and actually talk about what they want out of all of this. Obviously ends with Jacob embracing Henry in a way only lovers can, and loads and loads of kisses.

Look, I'm just... So soft for this ship, ok? And now I have an excuse to ramble on about it bc more people actually ship them through this au and I love it.

ALso realized I completely forgot the last part heeh <3

So far, I have imagined the assassin crew (Jacob, Evie, Greenie) needing Henry for something but they see this... This blond gremlin breaking into his office. They immediately think of cornering him and questioning him about why he is breaking into Henry's office, except they enter at exactly the wrong time and manages to catch the transformation as Hyde turns back into Jekyll. They all stare in horror and yet Jacob doesn't hesitate to immediately run forward and cradle Henry; spitting and trying to keep himself from vomiting as all that slime and goop comes out of his mouth and eyes. Henry coughs, he manages to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is the assassins and Jacob's face. He coughs again, he presses out a panicked smile, and the only thing he says is "oh fuck."

Jacob, without even thinking about it, immediately helps Henry to gather himself and clean himself off of the slime, Evie and Greenie are just standing on the sidelines unsure of what to do. Finally, Henry is rested against a cabinet and his breathing is calmer, and he manages to explain everything. Yeah, he was really depressed a few years ago and he thought there were things that were horribly wrong with him so he wanted to get rid of that. Except he accidentally personified all of that "bad" stuff and now that person is Edward Hyde. Jacob would definitely be... Slightly concerned, but would very much be like "oh so you are slightly insane and also halfly schizophrenic? Ahaha is no big deal I still love u darling xoxo"

...Y'all think Jacob would start flirting with Hyde too after that?

Honestly! I very much like all kinds of confessions when it comes to the Jekyll/Hyde reveal, so? Gimme all your thoughts, I crave them all. I just love the angsty routes <3