#funny part is I actually tried! did research and everything

[jamiebluewind]

All this tells me is that one day I will be tried as a war criminal

The thought of scientists dropping plants 60 times and comparing their reactions to when you shake them is hilarious

[littlemsshoney]

Hannibal falling in love

It is ridiculous how wrapped around your little finger he was.

From the first moment he laid eyes on you he found his new fixation. Every time you were in the same room with him his gaze was fixed on you, observing silently every detail, getting to know you before you were even introduced.

Of course he would be very careful, almost suspicious of any new person being added to his social circle. For a man obsessed with his social image he had to be cautious of any potential competitor and you were just lovely. So charming, well educated, funny, and polite.

He found you unusually enchanting. Of course he recognised your beauty but there was something less superficial about you that just pulled him in.

The feeling was known to him yet very rare as it never seemed to have a happy end. He knew he tended to be quite intense with his emotions and that never ended well so he promised himself it wouldn’t be that way with you.

It wasn’t long till you happened to be invited to the same dinner parties through common friends. How could he not observe you when you were sitting opposite of him only a few centimetre out of his reach? Every time you happened to talk he found the perfect opportunity to study you, the way you spoke, the way you smiled, the faces you made when you found something funny, stupid or ridiculous. You tried to be discreet not to offend anyone but he noticed, he noticed and he loved every expression your precious face made.

If you happened to sit next to him he would already know what perfume you wore, what scented shampoo you used everything. (And he wouldn’t mind doing some personal research about you beforehand)

With every joke of yours he found himself truly laughing and when you spoke his inner monologue quietened and he didn’t have to pretend to be listening because he actually did.

For a man like him who spent most part of his life stuck inside his head, building fortresses against the cruelty of people you quickly broke down everything while having him feeling so comfortable and at ease with you. You had him hooked.

Of course he noticed the way other people looked at you. Women and men with their envy and lust and he wouldn't be jealous if he only knew you were his.

During his sessions he found himself unable to focus on anything, his mind just replaying every conversation you two had over and over like a broken radio. Almost every night he was awake at the most unholy hours, his mind unable to rest and stop thinking about you. That was when he knew it was inevitable.

His insomnia and love for you he treated with writing love letters and sonnets, making sketches and drawings of you as he imagined you, all of them hidden and locked in the drawer of his office and his heart too.

Now not only were you dominating his every through but his whole life too.

He would take notes into his head of your interests and would say all the perfect things to keep you interested. What were your hobbies? Art, literature, music he would become an expert for you. He knew everything from Taylor Swift's latest album to the full analysis of your favourite poem. He would do and learn about anything you liked and was passionate about, just to keep you talking to him with that sparkle in your eyes. He could do it for hours, days and every minute for the next of his life.

I hope you don’t share your affections with anyone special because if he found out which he would, they would be the next missing person in town or worse.

When you became used to him and you got to know each other better he found his chance to invite you to one of his special dinners. Only that one would be even more special as you would be the only guest hence having his sole interest. He had one whole evening to amaze you with his culinary skills, deep, meaningful conversations about art, philosophy and life. At the end of the night he had you feeling it too.

And when the time came and you became his you and the whole world would see just how smitten he is.

He laughed with every joke, he listened to you carefully and everytime your name was mentioned he couldn't help but smile. Any little things that caught your eyes you would have and if you asked for the moon itself he would find a way to give it to you.

He didn’t mind, he actually loved it. That was love for him. He wanted to be your loyal servant and your beloved and feared god all at once. Could you give him this and he would give you the world.

If you didn’t however return his affections or god forbid you betray him that would be a very different and tragic(for you) story.

[ghouldtime]

Neighbor! König Part 2

Part One

Part Three

After you expressed interest in his miniature collection, he actually actively OFFICIALLY invited you over one evening (and inside!)

It may not sound like much to most to be invited into someone's house but for him, it's the ultimate trust. His house is his private space, his sanctuary, where he goes to be without other people

He doesn't ever invite anyone inside unless necessary or they've truly gained his trust and being invited INTO his house, and actually into a shared space of one of the hobbies that matter the most to him?? Yeah, that's how he says he likes you

He's been working on his models and dioramas for so so long he's incredibly proud and can't help but to want to actually show them off to someone who wants to see

Usually most people don't care :( or think it's weird

But you've embraced it! You're so excited and he's over the moon, he's having the best day ever, if you do research and bring him gifts or show him some new ideas

He has exquisite attention to detail and INSISTS on everything being exactly the way he envisions it. And you notice! You actually notice. Which means you care about his hobbies, the work he puts in, and therefore him

It might be a bit early to say the L word but he's feeling certain ways

He may be a big dude but that doesn't mean he lacks fine motor skills. He's laying those tiny pieces of moss onto the cobble stones like a PRO

Miniatures allow him control over the environment, even if it's on a smaller scale, and offer a way to keep his hands and mind busy so he often throws himself into it

It also helps him relive happier memories. He's afraid of forgetting them and when he's stressing, it's his happy place because he can look at them and simply remember the things in life that matter

He'll ask you about a story you like or a favorite show or book or movie. That's his next miniature planned (in secret. Can't ruin the surprise, he needs to have it all perfect. He will either read the book, watch the movie, will study EVERY detail)

He will start to invite you over when he's having a painting night or is working on them. You don't have to follow his rules or do what he wants! He's just happy you're there and appreciating it

He will always have your favorite snacks and drinks in stock too. Need to make it fun and can't have you going hungry

If you want, he'll put on background noise! He's happy to make it immersive and to light a candle or put something in a diffuser to really set the scene you're going for. But he's perfectly happy to hangout with you as is

You'll finally get to hear him laugh and hear his really, really bad jokes. He has a dry sense of humor and most of what he says isn't even close to funny, he's awkward like that

But if you laugh? That's it, he's sold.

Time flies so fast when you're over, you don't even realize it's 3am

You don't need to go home! I know it's right across the street but he has a guest room and it saves you the trip in the morning. You have a whole nother round of characters to paint :)

Okay maybe it was an excuse so you could see the curtains he'd made and the pillows and he decorated the guest room with! Like actually tried decorating. They're made with love, that's what counts right?

Did he spray the pillows with his cologne before you came over? Maybe, but he won't ever admit to it

You can't complain. Not when he insists it's no trouble at all, you should stay over, and he does everything he can to make you comfortable.

And you're certainly not complaining when you wake up to breakfast in bed

He's so happy to finally have someone to share his life with, even if it's nothing official. He might not say it because words are hard, but he'll always show it in every way that he can 💚

If you look closely at the replica he made of his childhood home, you'll notice two figures in the kitchen who just so happen to look like you and him

Proud believer of König being just a guy! A guy with hobbies! A guy with a calm domestic life! Just because he's a private military contractor doesn't mean he's a constantly violent dude or a guy who lacks an immense amount of respect for boundaries. Sure, he gets really into his job when he does it, but that's his realm! That's his zone. That's why he's confident and having fun, he knows he's good

Outside of work, he's just a guy with a troubled childhood making the best of life and trying to find his own sense of belonging, happiness, and peace

Justice for König, he's not an insane perv or some freakytron or some stalker :(

[1d1195]

Sun-Kissed II

Alrighty, the first part of Sun-Kissed is here. This is the second and final part. Just over 8.1k words. It picks up right where the last part let off. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: More 18+ things happening here. Public sex (kinda), oral sex. If you’re not into this, I wouldn’t read it. There's some minor angst but it's really mostly fluff still.

Once more reminding everyone I know how impractical love at first sight is now that I'm a full grown adult, however I fully believe in love at first sight for Harry Styles.

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“This is not the kind of beach vacation you had in mind, I’m sure.”

“Kitten, it’s so much better, because of you,” he pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. “I’ll stay all night,” he promised her.

The research on love at first sight was no longer a worry. She had all the proof she needed right here.

It was so surreal having dinner with Harry’s mom and sister. They were a delight. She could see where Harry got his charm, his lovely looks, and just his wonderful personality. He was touchy, but not inappropriate. She insisted she help with dinner, and he pressed a hand to the middle of her back while she worked on getting the plates from her cabinet for the table. Immediately, she could feel her brain returning to normal functionality. While they spent a good hour on the beach kissing and holding one another watching the sunrise, the thought of leaving him for any extensive amount of time after she just fucked herself on his leg made her extremely disoriented.

Harry pressed a kiss to the back of her neck as he hovered beside her while she helped him cook the fish on the grill. “Y’look so pretty,” he said. She did change despite all three of them saying it wasn’t necessary, just a black tank top tucked into a pair of jean shorts to make her feel a little more presentable. It was by far the most boring look on the planet, but she liked the fact that Harry thought she was pretty. She tried not to blush too much, and she really didn’t want to overwhelm his family with their PDA. Even though she really wanted to wrap herself around him like a koala to a tree.

When they sat down to eat, Harry sat beside her, resting his hand on her knee, drawing small little circles along her skin. Anne complimented both her cottage and Harry’s. She thanked her no less than thirty times for letting them intrude for dinner. She already, insanely, adored Anne. She reminded her so much of her own mom who she missed a lot during the summer months, when no one wanted to set foot around this town. “Are you going to watch the sunset later?” She asked.

“That was the plan. And then ice cream of course,” Harry smirked.

“Oh, please come with us!” Gemma cheered. She loved Gemma too. It was effortless. Everything about Harry entering her life seemed so effortless. Gemma was so funny and lovely. She thought Harry must have had the best childhood with a sister like her in his life.

“I really don’t want to intrude,” she said kindly.

Both women rolled their eyes. “Like Harry made us intrude on you for dinner? Please,” Anne scoffed. “We want you to.”

She glanced at Harry who simply smiled at her, delight dancing in his green eyes waiting for her answer. “You’ll all need sweatshirts,” she told them.

*

Gemma and his mum walked out a bit on the tidal flats to get some more pictures at different angles. She and Harry stayed put in the lifeguard stand once more. “Thank you for dinner,” he murmured in her hair. This time he made no fuss about getting as close to her as possible. He felt better having as much physical contact with her as allowable. Harry was situated on the actual seat of the stand while she sat on the floor of it, between his legs. He leaned forward to kiss the top of her head and speak to her.

“Thank you. I’m sorry—”

“Shh,” he hushed. “Nothing t’be sorry ‘bout.”

He played with her hair letting his fingers get caught in the waves and gently tugged through them to avoid it knotting and hurting later when she needed to brush it. He spotted his sister taking a picture of the pair of them, but he didn’t bring it to her attention. Instead, he focused on her hair, mindlessly braiding it. “Are you braiding my hair?” She giggled.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You are...” she sighed and tilted her head back a bit. “I’m very glad I met you.”

Harry wanted to sleep in the same bed as her. He didn’t even care if anything sexual happened. He just wanted to be as close as humanly possible to her. Unfortunately, his mother and sister were totally killing the vibe tonight for that to happen. “They leave in the evening, the day after tomorrow,” he murmured. “Then I want t’kiss y’on every surface of Sea View. And watch another sunrise with you.”  She shuddered, nodded mutely. His voice was utterly dreamy. She immediately clenched her thighs together for some relief. He inhaled sharply. “If y’clench those pretty thighs together in front of me again, love, m’gonna have t’fuck you before they leave, and I don’t know how we’ll manage t’hide that.”

It took every bit of self-control in her not to do it again. He was a little bossy. It made her ache of course between her legs and she honestly thought of doing it just to spite him. Just so he could figure out how he could fuck her without letting his family know. Make him sweat because it seemed entirely unfair that she would have to use her own fingers before falling asleep tonight instead of his thigh...or his dick.

“Did I go too far?” He asked quietly. He sounded concerned, but not quite remorseful. She was pretty sure he knew why she was silent, and he was just trying to make her a little crazier. He slid his hand down her arm, grabbing the elastic from her wrist because not once did he stop his fingers from braiding her hair. Saying salacious things but continuing the sweet gesture. The dichotomy of his personality was overwhelming.

“I’m getting an ice cream cone just so you have to watch me lick it,” she whispered.

He groaned and dropped his face to her neck, tugged her around the waist so she was in his lap. She could feel the bulge of his dick pressed against the back of her thighs. “Can’t believe I invited them.” She smiled and dropped to the side of his lap, draping her legs across his lap so his erection was covered but she wouldn’t tease him—even though she wanted to. “Didn’t know I was going t’meet the goddess of the sun on m’vacation,” he mumbled. “Never would have invited them.”

She laughed and shook her head at him. “You’re something else, Harry.”

*

He spent the entire day away from her and it felt like agony, especially since the only relief he got between his legs was his hand in that outdoor shower where he imagined her licking him the same way she licked her ice cream cone the night before. At least his brain was functioning better.

I refilled your grill, so it’s all set if you need it. :) She messaged him around lunch time.

Come to the beach. He answered in response.

Enjoy your family, Harry.  She sent a kissing emoji.

I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.

Harry.

Please, love. Want you so bad.

Shhh...

“Are you texting her?” Gemma asked. Anne was down by the water, collecting shells and Gemma was reading her book, glancing up at Harry from the rim of her sunhat. She already knew the answer was yes because Harry couldn’t hide the absolute delight on his face.

There was no use trying to lie. He could feel his face smiling like a moron at the screen of his phone. She gave them her umbrella for the day and all the sunscreen she had. The unending kindness she had was admirable and he was so grateful to have met her. “Gemma, I think m’going t’fall in love with her.”

“I think you already are, you dummy,” she rolled her eyes. That was accurate. He probably was. “Just...be careful. I feel like neither of you are thinking about how you leave in a week, and you live in different parts of the state,” she reminded him. “I adore her. That’s not the problem. I just don’t want distance to hurt you...either of you.”

Harry hadn’t really thought of it like that. He’d been too focused on this bubble of salt air and love at first sight. He had been teaching at the same school for the last two years after being at two different schools prior. He loved where he was in his career, but if it meant he could be with her? He would apply to any school necessary. He’d have to wait and see where the week went, he supposed. He was sure they could do long-distance. They had all the same breaks and things to map out time for one another.

They’d always have the summer, too—he knew where she’d be.

“Do you want t’go in the water?” Gemma asked. “Mum looks like she has all the shells on the beach in her arms.”

Harry chuckled. “What’s she even collecting them for?” He asked, grabbing Gemma’s hand to help her up from her chair.

“She’s got some wreath vision in her head,” she shrugged as they headed toward the ocean. “Think she saw it in Better Homes and Gardens last month.” He nodded and scooped up his sister the second she was off guard, just as their toes hit the water, and he hurried out further to toss her into the waves. She spluttered as she came to the surface, and he was laughing. She splashed him and gave him a big wet hug. “I don’t know what that girl sees in you.”

*

Given that she was literally at the beach at the same time, Harry (and his family) insisted she sit with them on their last day of their visit. They chatted the whole day about almost everything and anything. She could see where Harry got his easy-going vibe. It was as easy to talk to them as it was with Harry. He rubbed lotion on her back, so she didn’t burn, and continued to find ways to touch her without being over the top. He brushed sand from her temple after she laid on the blanket beside him, so it wouldn’t get in her eye. Whenever they were near each other, he constantly pressed a hand to her hip in an effort not to be in her way as they reached for things out of the cooler.

Harry felt so much less tense than he had the day before. She spent their time apart running errands and letting Harry have a fun-filled day with his family. Being in her presence made him so instantly happy. It was impossible to believe he could fall so hard and so quickly. He truly wondered what was in the salt air that made his heart overtake all brain function.

Gemma shared at least three different fish recipes and vegetarian meals with her. “It’s hard to cook for us, I know,” she smiled.

“It’s not bad, I just run out of ideas. I am just very boring, and only like plain boring fish. Or salmon. That’s it.”

“That’s plenty, honestly. Don’t feel bad. I miss chicken teriyaki every day,” Gemma nodded.

Anne smiled at Harry from across their space while the two girls huddled over the jewelry, she got from a specialty shop in town. “Let me make a call and see if I can get us in. They’re very particular, but I know the owner,” she smiled. “We’ll have to leave early though; I don’t want to cut your beach day short.”

“No, that’s okay. Harry was going to take me to the shop you told him about with the sweatshirts?” Anne said.

“Oh, not fair! I want to go!” Gemma pouted.

“We could probably do both, but you may just wait a long time at the shop,” she explained. “There’s always so many people.”

Anne and Gemma shrugged. “You go to a tourist location, you’re going to deal with tourists,” she smiled.

Harry just watched all three women strategize showering and getting ready to go run their errands. She made her phone call and proudly stated they could go, just a half hour before they closed at four. It was like a military operation and Harry was overcome with how much he liked having his mom and sister get along with his beach goddess. “I just have to make him muffins before we go,” she rolled her eyes.

“You bake too?” Anne wondered.

“Oh yes. A real hobby of mine. Muffins are my specialty. I put cranberries in them with chocolate chips and an extra teaspoon of vanilla extract. Everyone goes crazy about them, but otherwise I just follow a basic muffin recipe.”

“You’ll have to save us some. Harry used to work at a bakery before he went into teaching,” Anne explained. “We’re huge fans of baked goods.”

“I’ll save you some,” she giggled, and Harry thought there wasn’t a vacation that would ever top this one.

*

The man at the jewelry store clearly wanted her as much as Harry wanted her. He couldn’t blame him though because she decided to torture him in a sundress. It was a pale pink with orangey red seashells patterned on the fabric. Sunglasses atop her head, he once more thought she looked like a princess, truly thought she would live in a sandcastle if she could. It was flowy, draped to the floor and Harry wanted nothing more than to crawl underneath the skirt and live there. She paid no mind, however, to the way the man looked at her. Nor did she seem to see the internal fight Harry was having of keeping it PG as the other person working helped Gemma and Anne while she looked at other beachy jewelry. “Oh, those are so pretty,” she cooed pointing to rustic looking earrings. A little chain dangled into two pearls with a seashell fitted at the end of the little chain. Harry pressed his hand to her back as he looked over her shoulder. “Do y’want them?” He murmured into her hair, his lips touching the back of her head. He hoped that her friend saw how close he was to her while he munched on the muffins.

Maybe Gemma was right. How was he supposed to be separated by practically a whole state from her when he couldn’t even fathom another man talking to her? She rolled her eyes, but she leaned back into his embrace. He wrapped an arm around the front of her hips, kissing the side of her head as she spoke. “No, Harry. You met me less than a week ago, I don’t want you buying me a $150 pair of earrings,” she rolled her eyes. Harry wanted to get them for her. He would probably steal them for her if she asked him to. He didn’t see what knowing her for less than a week had to do with it.

“Excuse me, can I get these?” Harry asked.

“Harry,” she whispered trying to turn out of his embrace. She caught the way Gemma and Anne exchanged a look and smiled to themselves as they were fitted with their own array of beach jewelry. Harry slid his card through effortlessly as soon as the man took them out of the case. He had a bit of chocolate on the corner of his mouth, but Harry couldn’t blame him. She shared a few with him and his family and she could see why people went nuts about them. He did notice the way he eyed the closeness of Harry’s arm draped around her waist. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Assurance you’ll let me come back next summer,” he winked.

“It should be a thank you for bothering her all week,” Gemma said as they headed back out to the car with their purchases. Harry drove and she sat in the back with Gemma so Anne could sit up front. Harry grabbed his mom’s hand unceremoniously and she thought it was the most adorable thing in the entire world while she directed him to the overcrowded shop.

“He wasn’t a bother,” she giggled sitting forward to squeeze his shoulder while he drove. He felt like there was electricity zipping through him, he worried he wouldn’t make it to the store in one piece if she did it again.

The overcrowded shop was actually very fun for people watching. Harry found his arm around her waist the entire time and insisted on getting matching sweatshirts in different colors. She rolled her eyes once more at how crazy this all was falling so quickly for a man she just met. She would have to research love at first sight and see if there was some evidence that it was normal to feel and behave this way.

Content again with their purchases, they returned to the car. “Dinner?” Anne asked. “We’d like to treat you for invading your home the first night,” she said sweetly.

“Seriously, it was the least—”

“Love, jus’ let us buy y’dinner,” Harry hummed. “Jus’ tell me where t’go,” he glanced at her in the rearview mirror and winked at her.

So, what was she supposed to do but enjoy dinner with Harry and his family again?

*

Anne gave her a huge hug, thanked her no less than thirty more times, and then hugged Harry and told him to be polite and give her space if she wanted it. There was nothing she wanted less. In fact, if she could have glued herself to Harry she probably would.

But she also thanked her for dinner and for being so kind to her that first night even though she looked crazy in her post-nap haze. Anne thought nothing of it and Harry wondered if he would ever get over the euphoria he felt, knowing his mum liked the girl he was already smitten with.

Gemma also hugged her and thanked her profusely. Told her she hoped to see her again and let her know if she needed recipes for Harry while he was there. The pair waved as Harry’s family left Sea View. They walked back to Sun-Kissed Cabana hand in hand. Fingers twisted together. She still needed to do the dishes from the muffins she made earlier. “Do you want to watch the sunset or go to—”

The second they were inside her little place; Harry dropped to his knees and lifted her skirt over his head. He didn’t even shut the front door. “Harry,” she gasped as his lips started the ascent up her leg, starting at her knee, trailing over her thigh, moving inward toward her underwear. Harry sighed, pressing a chaste kiss to the outside of her underwear. She put a hand on the wall as he lifted one of her legs to go over his shoulder and she wished her brain was working at full capacity. She would have requested the door close so no one walking or driving by could see right in the entry way and see her gasping at the man between her thighs. Anyone that even glanced would immediately know what was happening. She would ruin countless family vacations if anyone looked. People would glare at the indecency, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The only reprieve from her worry was that the sun was setting, and they hadn’t turned on a light.

“Can I make y’feel good, love? Please?” He begged. “Been dreaming ‘bout y’on m’tongue, kitten,” his voice was nearly muffled by the fabric of her dress paired with the fact his voice was so low and deep.

How could she say no to him begging her? God, she wanted his tongue on her. “Yes, yes, please,” she whimpered closing her eyes as his finger hooked around her panties and pushed them to the side. He didn’t wait one second before his mouth was on her.

His lips wrapped around her clit, and he sucked hard making her cry out. She was certain she was dripping. Embarrassingly wet. If his mouth wasn’t there, she probably would have dripped on the floor. Harry groaned loudly against her sending vibrations through her. Her vibrator would never compare ever again. She whimpered, grabbing his head atop the fabric of her dress pressing him toward her. He pulled back pressing kisses to the inside of her thigh over his shoulder as he paused for a breath. “M’gonna live here,” he promised making her feel shaky on the one leg that remained on the floor.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged.

“No, no way, kitten,” he murmured kissing a trail back to where he wanted to be; almost as much as she wanted him there. “Gonna make y’feel s’good. Promise. Gonna make y’come all over m’tongue again and again,” his words were so sweetly said despite the filth coming from them. However, given that his lips and tongue were doing sinful things to the apex of her thighs, she shouldn’t have been so surprised that he could turn her to mush physically and mentally with his mouth.

He continued, lapping between the folds. He held her in place, pressing his hands into her fleshy backside. She moaned, wishing she was pressed against the wall so she could drop her head back. She was worried she would collapse and break his neck. Especially when he did make her come. “S’fucking good,” he groaned into her kissing her puffy clit. “God, you’re s’wet. S’that for me?” He wondered sliding his hand over her backside toward her hip, down her groin where his finger slid through her folds gathering the sticky moisture that accumulated from herself and from his mouth. “Did I get y’this wet?”

Oh, he was enjoying this way too much. She nodded breathlessly, unable to speak if she wanted to. He couldn’t even see her nodding. She was overheating. She wanted his mouth back on her. It was unfair he was torturing her with words and physical movements of his mouth. “Y-yes,” she managed. “Harry, please,” she croaked out afterwards.

He groaned at the way she sounded. Like heaven. Begging. He was rock hard, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to taste her. Wanted to have her come all over him so he could clean her up and do it again as fast as possible.

After massaging her clit between his thumb and forefinger and letting his middle finger slide through her folds he finally dipped it into her hole. She cried out at the invasion and ground into his hand. “S’that good, baby? S’that make y’feel better?” He asked. That mocking tone from the morning she got herself off on his thigh was back she wished she could bite back a retort, but his lips weren’t allowing any coherent thoughts through. “S’that make the ache go away?” She nodded again, not that he could see but she thought he probably knew it was true. It did make the ache go away except she wanted to come so badly. “Such a good girl,” he moaned licking her like he was the one that invented doing this. “Y’gonna come on m’tongue?” He asked.

“Please,” she thought she was going to cry if she didn’t get a release soon. His finger felt so good, wiggling around her walls looking for the spot that would drive her wild while his lips attached back to her clit. “Please, Harry, please,” she moaned, and Harry thought she might be crying but he couldn’t see with her dress covering his head. It was warm below the fabric, his hot breath, and her carnal need to come making all senses done for. He swore the only thing he knew to do was make her come hard. He picked up the pace of his finger dipping in and out of her soaking wet hole. She was starting to clench just barely while he kept flicking his tongue over her clit that he kept in place while sucking it between his lips. “Right there,” she cried. “Please, please, please,” she begged as the flutter of her walls began to work around his finger.

He brought his arm around her, pressing her close to him so he could continue licking and fingering her until finally she moaned and shook. “Yes, fuck,” she whimpered, and her perfect pussy clenched rapidly around his finger while he continued his licking of her clit so she could ride out her second orgasm due to Harry against his lips and hand. As the waves finished wracking through her she was breathing heavily as Harry lapped up all the wetness making insanely lewd slurping noises as he did—like he wanted every drop of her. When he finished placing the most ironically chaste kiss on her oversensitive clit, she sighed. The leg on his shoulder slumped to the floor. He pulled her panties down to her ankles, kissing down her leg as he did. Helped her step out of them.

“You’ll need new ones,” he stated as a matter of fact. Not a need to brag although he very well could have. As he flipped the curtain of her skirt back over his head to free him, standing in the same moment.

His hair was a little staticky from the fabric brushing his hair. He smiled at her, impishly it seemed. Her breath was uneven, and she tried to remember how to speak but couldn’t find the words to say. “Are y’alright? Was that okay, love?”

She nodded, her eyes fluttering as if she were about to pass out. She was speechless. It made him feel good that he could get that kind of reaction out of her, but he was worried he accidentally broke her. Her eyes looked glassy like she wasn’t fully coherent yet.

He smiled, sweeping her into his arms like she was a bride and carried her to the sofa. It was so quick, and he made it seem so effortless she didn’t have time to think about how heavy she must have been for him to do that.

He left her safely and softly on the couch, kissing her forehead before he made his way to the kitchen. The ache between her thighs was satiated and she could feel her brain cells reconnecting and hoped she’d be able to form a sentence at any moment.

“Harry?” She asked tentatively. Her voice was cracking. Blinking unsurely, at the lack of Harry beside her.

“M’right here, angel. Jus’ getting us some water,” he promised sweetly and hurried to sit beside her. The worry in her voice with just his name made his heart hurt. He handed her the cup so she could get rehydrated. Harry thought she was the most precious thing he’d ever laid eyes on, but he sensed her uneasiness. He knew she felt it the other day too after their sunrise fun—except he spent most of the day not seeing her. He would make up for it now. Scooping her into his lap, scrunching the fabric of her skirt up over her hips so she could straddle his lap, he didn’t focus on the fact there was nothing between her body and his shorts. Her head dropped to the crook of his neck, and he soothingly rubbed her back while he took his own sip of water over the top of her shoulder. “Y’okay, love?” He asked tentatively again now that she had time to process the event in her mind, had some water, and that Harry was holding her carefully.

“Mmm,” she hummed softly. Her breath tickling his neck. “Thank you.”

He chuckled and kissed her hair. “I’d say the pleasure was all mine, but I think y’got the brunt of it.”

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to make you feel that good,” she mumbled sadly. Almost as if she was hurt by the idea.

He smirked. “Won’t be difficult, kitten. Thought I was gonna come jus’ from touching you,” he promised. She didn’t pay attention to that bit of info. She was too busy feeling bad about how needy she was right now.

“M’sorry m’needy,” she whispered—it always happened when she orgasmed like that at the hand of another guy. There were only a select few that managed to do it, but only one that left her high and dry after. It made her feel terrible and it had been a long while since she let it happen like that. Worried that she would feel dirty and gross again. She couldn’t really help herself with Harry though and she worried that she would bother him being so needy. “This is not the kind of beach vacation you had in mind, I’m sure.”

“Kitten, it’s so much better, because of you,” he pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. “I’ll stay all night,” he promised her.

The research on love at first sight was no longer a worry. She had all the proof she needed right here.

*

Harry doesn’t know how many times he orgasmed. True to his word, he kissed her and kindly fucked her on every possible surface in Sea View. Except the outdoor shower. But that was only because it was raining. She giggled as Harry closed his eyes, smirking at her little laugh. “Something funny, kitten?” He asked reaching out across the bed—where they ended their escapades for the day.

She shook her head. “Never thought I’d be part of the group that’s been fucked at Sea View.”

He rolled over top of her, the sheets keeping a barrier between them. “S’been the best vacation of m’life,” he promised. “Gonna leave a six-star review,” he promised.

She laughed loudly, making his heart thrum with adoration at how carefree it sounded. “I don’t do this for everyone that stays here, don’t make reviews I can’t cash in on.”

“Love, if I could afford it, I would rent this place the whole summer.”

She smiled so beautifully. Harry thought she really was an angel like her friend said. A sun-kissed one for sure. “You’ll stay the night, yeah?” He asked. “We’ll watch TV and order food, whatever you want,” he promised.

“I’d like that. But I’ll need to go get a change of clothes.”

“You won’t need them,” he shrugged.

She giggled again.

*

They spent the next few days in the normal routine they developed the week before. They went to the beach, they checked an item off Harry’s vacation bucket list, they ate dinner together, watched the sunset, got ice cream, and moaned into each other’s mouths as much as possible.

They also touched a lot more. Harry held her hand while they waited in line behind the group of people ahead of them at the mini golf course. His arms looped around her back while they waded in the water, holding her close to him. He kept a hold of her foot in his lap while they read their books in the evening before sunset.

When they slept at night, in the comfy bed at Sea View, he wrapped her close to his chest and curled around her, his arms caging around her. “What if I have to pee?” She giggled the first night.

“Then I guess you’ll have t’pee on me,” he shrugged through her laughter.

It was unspoken that they didn’t talk about his vacation ending very soon. The only time she left him alone was when she showered at Sun-Kissed Cabana. He cutely told her he missed her the moment she returned to his home away from home. “So full moon tonight?” He asked looking down at her face. Today they read with her head in his lap, her face turned toward his stomach at the moment rubbing her nose against his warm t-shirt. He combed his fingers through her hair focusing on his book.

She nodded, wrangling her phone from her pocket to in front of her face so she could look at the weather app on her phone. “Nine thirty,” she glanced at the weather, there should be no clouds or rain to ruin the evening.

“It’ll be cold, yeah?” He asked. She checked the temperature and nodded again in affirmation.

“Probably wear what we wore for the sunrise.”

“Oh, I love that outfit,” he said flirtatiously. She rolled her eyes and turned to lay flat back against her lap and stare up at him. He smiled while he finished the page he was reading. “What?” He hummed.

“You’re obsessed with sex.”

“Me?!” He cried throwing his book on the coffee table. “You’re the one moaning and pressing your bum up against me all night,” he reminded her and brought his face down to hers so he could kiss her repeatedly. She giggled as he pulled her upper body with him as he leaned back against the sofa. He pulled her close to him. He was obsessed with sex. But only with her it seemed. It was a billion to one chance he would me this angel this vacation. Another billion to one chance he would find her stunning and adore her immediately.  Of course, it was only another billion to one chance he would want to make her come so many times her legs would shake just walking three houses down when she needed something from her little cottage.

Ugh, he wanted to stay here forever.

“Love,” he said gently. She was busy tracing his eyebrows and running her fingertip over his eyelids while he was lost in thought about how obsessed with sex he was. “I leave in a few days,” he reminded her. She frowned almost instantly and nodded. Looked away from him, ducked her face so her lips pressed to his shoulder. He pressed a hand to the back of her head, rubbing his fingertips gently into the back of her skull.

“I know,” she mumbled against his skin.

They were quiet for a few moments. Harry was trying to figure out what to say. It certainly couldn’t be that he was in love with her. He would sound like an idiot. She was intelligent and beautiful. Just because he wanted to live between her legs didn’t mean he could go around saying he loved her after a week and a half. “I want t’be very clear, kitten. I really don’t want t’leave,” he kissed the side of her head. “S’been a very special vacation,” he promised. “S’because of you, y’know. I don’t want t’leave because you’re here,” he combed through her hair with his fingers and kissed the crown of her head once more.

She didn’t answer but Harry could feel a teardrop fall onto his shirt. He didn’t move from this position. Didn’t want to call attention to her sadness and make it worse. They would have these moments and they could figure out the rest when the time came.

*

They walked hand in hand, the pathway lit by the flashlights on their phones. They wore their sweatpants and long sleeve shirts and were barefoot as they walked the same beach path, they always walked to the lifeguard stand. Before they even got there, Harry was speechless. “Oh wow,” the moon was just over top the horizon and since he had only seen the sunrise once this vacation, he only had one way to compare to it. If it wasn’t for the dark sky, he’d have no clue it wasn’t the sun. It was breathtaking.

She smiled and turned her flashlight off to take a picture. Harry did the same, wrapping his arm around her as she did so he wouldn’t lose her for even a second in the dark. “Is anyone else here y’think?” He asked.

She shook her head, bumping against him. “Probably not; mostly kids around here with their families. They can’t stay up this late,” she giggled. She yawned. “Honestly, me neither. I was up so late last night,” she reminded him.

He rolled his eyes. “‘Harry, please, please, please let me come. Oh, it’s so good,’” he mocked. She jabbed her elbow into his stomach not hard enough to hurt but he kissed the side of her face. She ignored him, turned her flashlight back on, and pulled him toward the lifeguard stand. They sat in silence, watching the moon slowly rise into the sky. It looked enormous. Beautiful. He said it when he first got here, but he truly believed she was right that this was the most magnificent place on earth.

She was taking pictures and playing with the exposure and lighting in the settings as she tried to capture how beautiful it was. The moon was now almost at the point where it was illuminating the beach. If he listened carefully, he could hear the sound of vacationers calling attention to their partners to look at the sky from their porches and cabins and cottages.

Harry snapped a picture of her focused expression managing to get her profile superimposed on the moon in the background. She blushed, not that Harry could see it in the dark like this but still. She wanted to talk more about what all this meant. What they should or would do when he left. It was so hard, the second it crossed her mind, tears filled her vision and she had to swallow the rock lodged in her esophagus. How was she supposed to have an adult conversation with Harry about it when she couldn’t even get the words out?

Hearing him say how much this all meant to him was a good start. It made her anxiety lessen. Because this meant the world to her; it was rash, quick, and ridiculous to fall in love so easily. She felt like a Disney princess falling for the first guy she saw. While she wasn’t sure if Harry was in love with her—which would be a completely normal thing—she could rest assured that he at least cared about her in some capacity. “Y’okay, kitten?” He hummed into her ear, pressing his lips to her temple while she thought. “Can hear the gears turning from here,” he smiled against her skin.

She shook her head. “It’s crazy to me how fast the moon rises,” she said. Harry nodded in agreement.

“Let’s head back, s’getting cold and I want t’get y’out of these clothes,” he murmured into her neck.

Harry dropped from the stand first, climbing down so he could make sure she made it down without injury. Once on the sand, they paused, leaning against the frame to gaze at the moon more.

She was pretty certain it was her doing, but she would never admit that to Harry. But soon her hand was in his sweatpants, holding his dick in her hand massaging the length of it, pulling and tugging it to get harder and longer. “Kitten,” he groaned quietly.

It was extremely ridiculous for her to do something like this on a public beach. Even if it was late at night. The moment he groaned out her pet-name she felt her thighs press together. She swore she was soaked already, and they’d hardly even begun. “Something about sweatpants with you,” she mumbled as she pulled down her own to just to mid-thigh. Harry followed suit. “S’gonna have to be quick,” she whispered standing in front of him, reaching behind so his body would curve around her.

“Oh kitten, m’already ready t’burst jus’ at the thought of your pussy around me,” he promised and slipped himself inside her from behind. She moaned quietly as he began pumping into her, in and out. She loved the darkness, only the moon casting a low glow over them while it still rose higher in the sky. It provided a good cover in case anyone did happen to walk their way down here. She turned to the side, gripping the wood of the lifeguard stand as she bent forward more. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore disguised the sound of Harry’s skin smacking against hers.

“So good,” she whimpered. “Harry,” she cried. He gripped her hips pulling her back toward him as he pushed forward. It was a miracle she could have this many orgasms in only a matter of days. She had never tried before to have this many but was once more worried that she wouldn’t last one day without him, let alone a whole year before she would see him next summer. “Harry,” she whined again and grabbed his hand holding onto her hip.

“Yeah, love? Y’close already? Y’all excited and wet for me because we’re on the beach? Gotta be quiet for me, baby. When y’come. Don’t want anyone t’hear. All those noises y’make are for me, yeah?”

She was going to scream at the top of her lungs, and she didn’t care who heard her. “Your pussy is s’good. So wet. Feel y'gripping me,” he mumbled and grabbed he cheek of her bum with one of his hands. He pressed hard, certain he would leave little finger print bruises and he wished he could be gentler but this was so fucking hot he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Harry,” she whined again. “Please,” she begged.

“Y’can come, angel. Come as much as y’want. Come all over m’cock, please. Make yourself come all over me, love,” he moaned snapping almost brutally into her.

She whimpered as she did, her legs shaking almost to the point where she would have collapsed if Harry wasn’t holding her up. He continued to drive his dick up into her as he pulled her back toward him, so she was pressed to his torso. With a few more pumps he felt himself about to burst and alerted her. “Gonna come so hard, cause of you,” he groaned. She dropped to her knees, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock just in time to catch all of him in her mouth. He shivered as her mouth worked over him and he pulled away and pulled her up as he did.

He kissed her forehead and wrapped his arm around her tightly. “M’legs are tired.”

He nodded. “I know baby,” he cooed, pulling her pants up. He pulled his own up, catching a glimpse of the moon. “Do y’still have your phone?” She nodded mutely. Harry smiled, kissed her lips gently and then cradled her in his arms as he carried her back to the cottage.

*

They were two days and several hours away from Harry leaving. Her chest thought it was going to break open from the force of hiding her emotions. She was finishing getting fixed up after their walk and separate showers. Even though Harry did invite her. “We have to go to the store, you maniac,” she giggled as he tried to convince her with kisses down her throat.

“The store will be there in an hour.”

“S’never just an hour with you,” she muttered under her breath.

“Was that a complaint?”

“No, not even a little.”

No, they left the shower off their new kinky little bucket list for Harry’s vacation. Something to look forward to for next year. She was just finishing her hair when she heard the screen door. “Kitten?” He called.

“Bathroom!”

He stood in the doorway watching her put the final touches in her hair. He was grinning like an idiot. Like he had a secret. “Can we talk?” He asked.

She whipped around so fast to look at him and ask why he would ever say such a thing that she knocked her bottle of hair stuff onto the floor. She was lucky the lid to the toilet was closed where she had placed her towel from her shower, or she would be adding hair product to their grocery list since it merely bounced off the top of it. Harry’s mouth popped open, but she could see his eyes dancing in amusement.

“I should have picked a better phrase,” he nodded firmly.

She looked at him in shock. “Ya think?”

He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “There’s...” he shook his head. “Jus’ c’mere,” he pulled her to her main room and flopped the pair of them onto the sofa. He brought his hands to her face, brought her to his lips and kissed her forehead, her nose, and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. “M’going t’say a lot right now,” he told her. “Can y’be patient?” he asked. She nodded, nervously. Hopefully he would just treat it like ripping a Band-Aid off. “Y’have nothing t’be nervous about, love,” he promised kissing her forehead again.

“You’re making me anxious,” she said seriously. He chuckled.

“Okay, okay. I’ll start,” he smiled shaking his head. “I have immensely enjoyed this vacation. But even if I was trapped in the worst city in the worst home and you were there, I think I would have enjoyed it,” he rubbed his thumb along her cheek. It was starting off okay at least. “M’really heartbroken I have t’go,” he told her. “I didn’t even shower I was on the phone looking for another rental for every week this summer,” She smiled at that, feeling her eyes water. He swept his thumb below her eye seeing the tears appear.  “But m’friend Mitch called me too. His wedding is in early October. I...I wasn’t given a plus one originally, but he said I could have one. I told him all about you. In fifteen minutes. Mitch and Sarah were insistent at that point,” he told her. “I know s’not much. But I’d be able t’see you. And...I know s’like three months away...but it’s something right? Would y’go with me?”

She would see him again. She nodded. It didn’t matter how ridiculous it was.

“And...we could video chat. Every day. Hell, love, I’ll apply to a new school, I jus’ want t’have you in m’life in some permanent way. I’ll spend every school holiday with you. We’ll spend all summer here, every year. I know—” She started full on sniveling, and she covered her mouth as he spoke. “You think m’nuts,” he frowned.

She nodded. “I do, but only because I am too,” she promised tearily. “I want all of that,” she agreed. Harry sighed with relief, bringing his thumbs across her cheeks once more to rid them of tears and kissing her deeply. It wasn’t quite like the kisses that led to him pulling all her clothes off, but it had almost as much passion.

“I promise, I don’t usually fall in love this quickly,” he admitted. Her lips parted at the L-word in surprise and Harry slapped a hand against his face. “Fuck...I mean...” he sighed shaking his head. “I think s’obvious given that I jus’ invited you t’a wedding after knowing y’for a handful of days,” he shook his head quickly like he was trying to rewire some of his neurons in hope of making sense again. “Sorry,” he tucked his face into his neck terrified he just ruined everything by telling a girl he knew for only ten days he loved her.

She giggled through her tears. “I... forgot I’ve had an orgasm...let alone had sex...literally ever...when I was dry humping your leg at the beach. I don’t think...this is very different than any...I don’t do this sort of thing,” she nodded in agreement. “I like you a lot,” she whispered at least she had enough sense to not say love—even if Harry thought she kind of wanted to say it back—and she did want to say it. “An embarrassing amount. I’m dreading having to say goodbye. Dreading the end of your vacation and at any moment I’m worried I’m going to invite you to stay with me, nearly a stranger, for the rest of the summer just so I don’t have to let you go,” she then pressed her fingers to her lips and closed her eyes. “Shit,” she muttered against them.

Harry chuckled, bit the inside of his lip glad she was speaking from her heart the same way Harry did. “Honestly, love? I would stay, if y’wanted me to.”

She flicked her eyes up to him. Adoring the green irises that were haunting every thought. “Yeah?” She whispered.

He nodded. “I...I think this might be the best vacation I’ve ever been on. Too bad y’don’t have an outdoor shower. S’where I’ve been imagining some really fun things ‘bout you.”

“Why imagine when you could have them? We still have two days.”

He moaned. “M’gonna fuck you with a Sea View,” he said pulling her to stand and all but racing back to his perfect little cottage home. Enjoying her giggles as he stripped her naked in the backyard along with him. Harry was eternally grateful to whatever powers that be he got this vacation spot with the beautiful goddess from Sun-Kissed Cabana all to himself.

And an outdoor shower.

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I saw someone on TikTok say that Percabeth is one sided and all I could say is that it looks like someone didn’t read Mark of Athena. Then I did some research and I found out they’re a Pereyna shipper(I had no idea that existed).

Personally, I don't get it, Reyna literally just tried to make a move on Percy but he rejected her and neither of them thought about it again so I don’t really see it. Either way, that's not the issue because I don't really care what people ship as long as it's not weird or creepy (I'm looking at any Artemis x Percy, Luke x Percy, Annabeth x Luke, or Percy x Nico shippers).

But back to the Percabeth is one sided thing, I’m a little bit confused. Because, did they miss the Annabeth pining silently but obviously for Percy for YEARS, Annabeth being jealous of Rachel partly because she liked Percy, Annabeth telling Athena that Percy is everything to her, Annabeth driving herself crazy those months Percy was gone and searching for him without giving up. So “Percabeth is one sided” where???

Then upon further research I found that of course, turns out they are an Annabeth hater(they don’t admit it but it’s obvious for apparent reasons). Some of their reasons: Annabeth's nickname for Percy, “seaweed brain” is degrading and implies he is stupid, Annabeth is mean to Rachel, and Annabeth is scared of Percy which made him feel like he deserves to die.

1. Annabeths nickname for Percy started out as teasing but became endearing for the both of them, just like the nickname “wise girl”. Percy even gets mad at Thalia for using this nickname because he considers it something solely Annabeth can use. In no way has Percy ever said or even mentioned that he feels put down because of the nickname. Also, Percy never hesitates to call anyone, even gods, out on their shit, so if it was really bothering him, he would most likely say something.

2. Honestly, the whole deal with Rachel was never that deep. Like, it did have a deeper meaning for Annabeth than many could comprehend but the whole catty part was never that big. A few snide remarks, sure, but it's not like she was bullying Rachel. If anyone thinks otherwise, that's okay, but in my opinion it was meant to be funny and it came off as such, and even Rachel and Annabeth themselves moved on and became fiends. Moving forward, considering the context of Annabeth's jealousy, it makes total sense for her to feel resentment towards Rachel. I'm not saying it's justified, but if a boy she'd been crushing on for years and is destined to die soon spends his last summer with another girl who is closer to normal than Annabeth could ever be, in what world would she not be mad? In fact, some of it was just teenage pettiness. And that's fine, she wasn't hurting anyone. Being a teenager with a crush is hard, and it's harder when you're a demigod with a huge prophecy hanging over you and your best friends heads. So is her anger justified? Maybe. But is she valid? Absolutely.

3. This is the most ridiculous reason yet. First of all, has Percy ever told Annabeth he feels like he deserves to die? I don't think so. Especially not before he almost let himself die with Jason there. I don't know if that person was just expecting Annabeth to guess, or what. Secondly, they were in Tartarus, and Percy did something scary. So of course, Annabeth is going to be scared. If Percy feels like Annabeth being scared makes him want to die, that's not really Annabeth's fault. And to expect Annabeth to make him feel better about something she is still recovering from herself doesn't make much sense, does it. At this point it just felt like they were going to hate Annabeth regardless, and these weren't actual issues they had with her they just saw a reason to hate her and went for it.

Hey, ship whatever you want and hate whoever you want, but don't come with false interpretations(that I know was easy to comprehend) as evidence for why you are right, please.

[korkorali]

I think the worst bit for me about all Those Sorts (you know the type) of fics is that they always take Della extremely out of character in order to make her the 'antagonist.'

And that sucks because it's just not necessary! It's the worst because you can have Della & Louie angst where Della's the 'antagonist,' and it's in-character.

You just have to have Louie be wrong in the end (kind of).

The reason why Della and Louie clash in Timephoon and Glomtales! isn't because Della 'disapproves of scheming in entirety' or something, it's because she's done the same goddamn thing as him.

(And side note- Timephoon is honestly an amazing piece of storytelling, because it allows us to see Della's thought process for taking the Spear of Selene by showing us Louie doing pretty much the same thing.)

She's been through it all before, and she knows how it ends.

And that fucking terrifies her! The idea that one of her kids is making the same mistakes as her, could go through the same thing as she did, and she's the only one who can see it, is terrifying.

The way to start out a story like this is simple; have an adventure go wrong. Not in a deadly way, not in a way that's caused by Louie (at least, not that anyone but him notices), not in a way that costs anyone their life- but in a way that causes them to lose the treasure. The adventure is a failure, and they have to come back empty handed, like New Gods on the Block.

Maybe some people get hurt, maybe it's vaguely Louie's fault (and even then- it'd be better if it wasn't even his fault, it's just his brain connecting patterns where there aren't any), but the most important part is that they don't get the treasure, and it's like- one of those ones that can only be found once every hundred years or something.

Louie feels responsible (I mean all of the kids do, but as it'd be a Louie story he'd be the one focused on) and upset that they want to all that trouble and don't have anything to show for it, so he tries to figure out some way to go on the adventure again.

Turns out, after a bit of research, there is a way to get to the treasure again! Louie brings it to Scrooge's attention excitedly- but Scrooge turns it down. Says it's too dangerous, that they're not doing it, end of story.

...Not end of story- everyone's still obviously miserable. So Louie decides that 'okay, if it's 'too dangerous,' then I'll just go in secret. It'll be fine, Scrooge is just overreacting.'

So he starts trying to put a plan into place to get the treasure in secret- but Della, somehow, seems to know what he's doing (hint: it's because she knows what she'd do if she was in Louie's shoes). And is consistently getting in his way.

And there you go- a perfect setup to have Della consistently and purposefully stepping on Louie's toes, getting in his way, trying to stop him from doing things, and it's even in-character! It'd probably start out with the two acting like everything's perfectly hunky-dory, even though both of them know that the other knows that they know that the other knows why they did this one thing.

As plans get deeper, it'd escalate to Della trying to actively call Louie out, but he always manages to just barely weasel his way out of it, and eventually commence his plan.

It obviously goes wrong. But Della's there to help. And finally she'd actually explain why the fuck she's been something of a thorn in his side for the past few weeks, why it seems like she knows what he's thinking: because she does.

Because she's been through the same thing.

Because she fucked up, and left her stranded on the moon for ten years, and she does not want that for her kid. (And of course everything could've been solved if she'd just sat down and talked to Louie about that at the onset, but it's Della- she only likes to bring up the moon when it's funny. She would've thought 'nah it's fine, I can handle this, I don't need to bare my soul, I shouldn't burden anyone with that' without realizing that oh yeah, no, that's the exact same thought process she doesn't want Louie to think)

And of course they'd argue, because it'd be a high-stress situation and neither of them would have the composure to pretend that everything's alright and they haven't been sniping at each other for the past week or so, and eventually it'd finally come up; eventually, they'd finally bring up that they thought the exact same thing when Louie did this, when Louie took the Timetub, when Della took the Spear.

'...And if anything goes wrong, at least I'm the only one who'll get hurt.' (Because you cannot tell me that that was not the last thought running through both of their heads when they took the timetub/Spear of Selene, you cannot convince me that they didn't think they were doing right by their families in that moment, that they hadn't done their due diligence and minimized risk down to one person.)

And Louie wouldn't understand, because he did the right thing. He minimized risk, he made sure nobody else would get hurt. But that's wrong- because if he got hurt, then Della (Donald, Scrooge, their family, her kids) would get hurt too. That they could fly into a vacuum all they wanted, but at the end of the day, they still didn't exist in one.

Eventually, they'd get out of there and abandon the mission again. Maybe they'd succeed, but probably not. But that's not important- what'd be important is that they were both safe and alive and okay.

There- a Della & Louie thing, extremely angsty, well Della as the 'antagonist,' and it's all in-character. Easy.

[potatoqueensays]

May I humbly request you elaboraremos om the Bill = Ford in your reverse falls? I am deeply interested 👀

WOHOHOHOH YES!!!! YOU SHALL!!

Thank you for your interest!!!

This makes me super excited to talk about, tbh he deserves his own post anyway!! Cause hoo boy there's a lot to unpack!! Forgive me for all the words, takes a lot to get to the main stuff.

Also thank you to @danklemckspankle for helping with a lot of the details. It's a collaborative project 💪

Let's get into it, shall we??

So! Ford in this au didn't get his science fair project wrecked by Stanley. Now Stan did drop it, but funny enough, to Stan's hopes it did work. Now that might sound like a copout, but it actually is a very damning event for Ford.

Ford gets the scholarship, and goes to West Coast Tech. He thrives, but amongst all these other geniuses he's just another face in the crowd. Now he's busy at school, but he doesn't get the research grant for Gravity Falls because he's just another smart guy.

He returns home after college and his father is expecting him to have millions and already have a job and a bunch of money. But Ford tells him that he's looking into it and doesn't have anything yet. He needs to stay at home until he can get an opportunity, but his father doesn't take too kindly to that. He kicks Ford out. Unknown to Ford, Stan isn't waiting at home due to also being kicked out. So Ford thinks his whole family abandoned him. He thinks Stan is out adventuring the world. So he's all alone without a place to stay.

Ford has already heard of Gravity Falls, even going as far to write a thesis on the weirdness of the town. But it wasn't what the college wanted, and they even went as far as to reject the thesis and the request for a research grant. So now Ford is stuck.

He does odd jobs around the states and winds up in Gravity Falls. One of those jobs landed him a place in the town. Now he hasn't commissioned Boyish (not yet Manly) Dan to make the shack yet, so he couch surfs. He does research on the side for Gravity Falls, eventually finding a cave painting of a weird zodiac and a triangle.

He summons Bill, and they make a deal for Ford to make a portal for him. Ford requests that he has a partner in knowledge and power in return. They shake on it. You need to understand that Bill isn't yet all sad boy in this as he is in the original au, cause it'd be a bit hard to change an integral part of him. Just bear with me for now!

Now Ford isn't well acquainted on the engineering side of things, so he's in a bit of a pickle.

But!! Lucky for Ford, there's a southern hick a couple states away that matches his smarts! A scientist named Fiddleford McGucket made a personal computer that while expensive, Ford managed to get his hands on! This guy seems promising, so Ford reaches out to him with a request and shares his thesis on Gravity Falls to hopefully drag him in.

McGucket loves it! So they agree to work in Gravity Falls together and they build the portal.

On the side however, Ford is talking with Bill. He fills his head with dreams and visions of acknowledgement. It's everything he's needed and more. It kinda goes to his head as he ignores personal needs like eating in return for the dreams. The dapper dorito eats up the seeming gullibility of the scientist. Inflating his ego to the damn heavens at this point.

Ford and McGucket have been arguing on the side as the research gets back seated. After a test with the portal, McGucket falls in and sees what's on the other side. He tells Ford something is wrong with the project and goes radio silent for a couple weeks before returning back in hopes of convincing Ford the dangers and hoping to see it through.

At this point it's important to note the Gremloblin incident didn't happen so the memory gun has not been made. Despite McGucket's hopes the portal is almost finished at this point and it seems like it's all Ford cares about.

Eventually an altercation arises as McGucket realizes Ford is not stopping. He tries to tell Ford of the danger and what he saw. He says he misses time with his family and wants to go home. Nothing is right anymore and he's being plagued daily with nightmares and declining mental health.

Ford is fed up at this point. He comes to a realization, that everyone has only ever told him what he can and can't do. This is his one shot, a chance to make everyone see. Everyone see him.

He pushes McGucket into the portal.

Oopsies. That's a problem!! Welp. He has no assistant now. Now granted, Bill is real happy for interruption being gone, but good ol' Sixer doesn't work with engineering. Someone else has to step in!

So Bill gets on his case now. Even tho McGucket has been dealt with, the portal isn't finished! So he threatens him, simple threats really. Stealing eyes, puncturing holes in a lung, just basic stuff.

Suffice to say Ford isn't happy about this. He's being rushed, and he already had a hell of a reawakening. So he starts to get back at Bill for his harping. Using his power to harness the portal. Experiments to see how he interacts with the world, testing the limits of Bill's body. All under the guise of research. On a...base level of course! All research is important, but Bill has become an obstacle on his own.

Bill was never his muse, just....a means to an end.

So Ford calls Stanley. Of course he doesn't forgive him for not asking about him, but that doesn't matter now. There's more important things to tend to. His brother has actually ended up making money, if the number of commercials he's seen on the television says anything.

He keeps Stanley at arms length, never actually letting him see the portal. Vague explanations of an important project, he just needs Stan's funding and some parts, he can handle the heavy lifting. Lest someone meddle into his work again

He has another side project on his mind, a little bunker somewhere in the woods of the town. In case of a cataclysmic event, or man eating creatures. Do he gets Stanley to help build it for him. Floor planning, parts, doors, tech and all that.

The interactions between them are kept to a minimum, to keep from bothersome questions and meddling. Eventually Stan has enough from the cold treatment and backs out, saying he's got better things to tend to. (In a future post I'll probably elaborate more on Stan :] )

So Stanley leaves. Keep in mind it's the 90s now, and even if technology improves, this isn't a one man job. No matter how much Bill likes to say he's support. You could say Ford is more focused on the portal than Bill, who had the idea in the first place! But whatever, it'll all be worth it once it's done.

He figures maybe he could do this alone, the last two people turned out to be hindrances, so maybe for a year or two he could try his luck.

Of course he gets side tracked with messing with Bill, with his harping on the portal growing less and less. He even....starts to slowly change color? Growing less yellow and more dull. That's something to research more! His research is definitely not humane, but Bill isn't human! He's a triangle! So what does it matter? This won't have repercussions!!

When Bill possesses his body from time to time, he tries to mess with him, but it weirdly doesn't deter Ford, only spurs him forward. Anything to test the limits of Bill. For science!

The couple years of working alone don't prove at all very helpful. Unfortunately, it looks to be like he needs a new assistant and he needs to get back on track. That bunker won't make itself!

So he calls someone new. The last two people proved to only be hindrances, and he actually went easy on Stanley all things considered. But he needs to be more hands on!

So he calls a lady who just moved to Gravity Falls with her husband, someone unaccustomed and unbiased. A one, Mrs. Gleeful.

She is decent enough as an assistant, proving actual decent company. Being that she doesn't question the work or interrupt. She does what is asked, serving coffee if needed, or getting spare parts.

It lasts up until late 2003, where she reveals she's having a child with her husband. She needs maternity leave, but she claims it won't interfere! So long as she swears.

She has her child the next year, but something changes. A couple months after, she makes the same claims of her family needing her. Claiming they're more important than the project.

This doesn't go on well. A spark goes off in Ford's brain. The last time this was brought up it didn't go well. So he digs up old blueprints, something he was working on when McGucket was around.

He erases parts of her memory when he calls her back. Her thoughts of her family are gone, they don't exist in her brain anymore. He tells her they're roommates working on a project, and convinces her to stay.

If she questions him or asks about her family he erases her memories again, and again, and again.

This goes on for a year, and eventually her mind turns to mush. Leaving her a crazed shaky husk of a sensible woman. She is too crazed to work with anymore, so he kind of sets her free like an animal. Throwing her into the woods for whatever creature out there.

Word reaches round of a missing woman relating to a researcher. This naturally reaches Stanley's ears for his penchant for gossip. He tries not to assume the worst and visits Ford.

Ford is so sucked into his work, solidifying his previous belief of doing work on his own. The portal is just one move away from opening, Bill has shut up, and no one is in his way.

Until Stanley. He visits, and sees the man Ford has turned into, and all hope he ever had is gone. He decides to needs to do something about this, stop whatever his twin is up to.

He leads him to the bunker to talk. But when his fears are confirmed true, he punches him. Brass knuckles reluctantly worn. The altercation results in cracked glasses and shards of glass cutting an eye, Ford goes blind in his left eye.

With the man injured, Stanley leaves the bunker and closes it, locking his brother in. No amount of begging or yelling will get Stan to open the door.

During the time he was alone, Ford had a creature in the bunker to study. It was thought to be too dangerous, but that same claim doesn't hold up anymore.

He still has the contract with Bill. So the two are trapped with Ford. The only ones to talk to for 7-8 years. He pushes his anger onto Bill, and talks to the Shapeshifter in spare time. The only beings to talk to for so long does things to your brain. Not good.

So when eventually two young kids open the bunker, he has some plans to set in motion, particularly considering a certain triangle.

So!!! That's the overall idea, ofc to elaborate on more when I talk about the mystery twins and Stan since that could tie more things in. And also weirdmageddon (normageddon? Fordmageddon?) would have to be it's own thing.

But uhhh, art!!

This was a little idea of what Ford would look like post bunker, or after getting out. (Ignore the lack of sideburns this is all I have rn)

Bill changes his name shortly before the mystery twins summon him, cause like. Oof. Separate himself from the guy that outcrazied him!!

Probably a future post about Bill would be better, cause like the physical, emotional, and mental torture he went through is kinda glossed through in this. It's mostly Ford heavy and on his side of things.

But!!! I had fun establishing all this, again my friend is to thank for a lot of this stuff. I recommend following or sending an ask to get his side of this!!

Also apologies for the wall of text, this man is a loaded gun.

Oh also he couldn't have gotten out of the bunker since it remained semi unfinished, since Ford focused more on the portal. So he's trapped until into the bunker 🤷‍♀️

Thank to again for the ask, this was probably a doozy to get through lmao 🫶

[inawickedlittletown]

Just Let Me Adore You (BuckTommy) - 7/9

Summary: What if…instead of Chimney taking the role of interim Captain of the 118, Tommy is asked to take on the role.

Or, what happens when Buck meets Tommy in S2

Words: 3.6k

Notes: Title from Adore You by Harry Styles

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

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Part Seven

Tommy couldn’t be sure if Evan’s hand had been aiming for his. It bothered him that whatever had been happening between him and Evan, the moment was gone. At first, he’d been a little amused by the waitress and maybe a little bit hoping that Evan might react to her like he had that time with the guy at the call. He didn’t like the idea of making Evan jealous, but it was something of a tell and it might give Tommy the push to actually say something to Evan about his feelings. 

Evan seemed to find it funny too, at least until the interruption with the pepper flakes and Tommy didn’t blame him. Once she was gone, Evan cleared his throat. He looked away from Tommy and then back again. 

“Uh, did you know otter moms wrap their babies with seaweed?” 

Tommy shook his head. It was not what he was expecting Evan to say, but as he’d learned over the last few weeks, sometimes Evan’s research seemed to be one of his favorite ways to change the subject and it would just burst out of him. 

“How’d you end up on otters?” Tommy asked. 

“Insta reel,” Evan said and he pulled out his phone to show Tommy a mom otter with her baby. “They leave them floating like that while they go fetch them food.” 

The otters did look pretty cute, fluffy in a way that Tommy hadn’t expected. He listened to Evan as he told them about how otters held hands while they slept and how their little huddles of floating otter bodies was called a raft. 

The waitress returned several times, but Tommy had decided that he wasn’t giving her any more attention — not that he’d done more than be polite with her earlier. Evan was quick to dismiss her everytime and when she showed up when he was mid-sentence, he finished his whole thought before turning to her. Tommy tried not to laugh. When their food came, she tried to talk to Tommy again until Evan told her they didn’t need anything, least of all their food going cold. 

She didn’t seem to know how to reply before walking away, though Tommy did catch her trying to see if he would say anything. 

“Hmm, maybe I should bring you along everywhere I go so you can get rid of anyone that bothers me,” Tommy said. 

“So I was right,” Evan said. 

“What?” 

“That this happens to you a lot.”

“I’m not saying it doesn’t,” Tommy said. “But it kinda happens like this. Women I want nothing to do with and at work where I’m more concerned with keeping the helicopter in the air or busy getting someone to safety. I’m sure you know what it’s like.” 

“I guess so,” Evan said. 

Tommy gave him a look. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you look like, Evan.”

Evan blushed so pretty, his cheeks pinking up. 

“I — that is—”

The waitress returned again. She smiled at him. “Just checking in, how is everything?” 

“Food’s great,” Evan said, clearing his throat. “But it looks like that table needs you.” 

Tommy tried to keep in a laugh as Evan pointed behind her to a table where a middle-aged woman was actually holding her credit card in the air. She didn’t look happy. There might not be a tip coming fron that table.

“It’s rude enough as is,” Evan said, “but imagine if we were actually on a date.” 

Imagine. As if Tommy hadn’t been thinking about it. As if Tommy didn’t desperately wish that it was a date. As if Tommy hadn’t been feeling like he was younger than he actually was because at his age he shouldn’t be this nervous and unsure about the person he liked. When Melton had called him a baby gay when he first came out to him, this was what he meant, but Tommy had never experienced it like this. He blamed all of that on Evan. 

“If we were on a date,” Tommy said, and he knew his heart was beating way too hard in his chest, “we would have let her know that somehow.” 

“Oh?” Evan asked. “How’s that?” 

Tommy took a moment. He watched Evan, noticed the pinkness of the birthmark over his eyebrow, the way that his lips were almost the same color and how he was looking at Tommy like the next thing he said mattered a hell of a whole lot. 

“I would hold your hand and maybe I’d kiss you just to get the message across if that wasn’t enough and everytime she came over I’d use a different term of endearment. We would lay it on thick, Evan.”  

Evan laughed, but he looked a little flustered as he drank the rest of his beer. 

“Is that all?” 

“What, did you need to play footsie under the table too?” 

Tommy nudged Evan’s foot with his own gently. 

Evan laughed. 

When Tommy asked for the check, he should have known her number would be on the receipt. Evan noticed it as he tried to argue that they should split the bill. 

“Nope,” Tommy said. “Not when we’re here celebrating your cast coming off.” 

Evan didn’t fight him on it, but after Tommy’s credit card came back, Evan grabbed the paper with the number and the pen. 

“Evan, what are you doing?” 

Evan wrote something on the paper and then closed it before Tommy could look at it. 

“Evan, I still need to leave her a tip,” Tommy said. 

Despite it all, he’d feel bad if he didn’t leave her something. He opened the little black book and laughed the moment he saw what Evan had written. 

Next time, make sure he’s straight…and single : )

“But I am single,” Tommy said, looking up at Evan. 

“She doesn’t need to know that,” Evan said. “And besides, didn’t you say you had your eye on someone. That kinda makes you unavailable, don’t you think?” 

Tommy just wrote out the lowest tip amount suggested and signed it. “Is that how you feel? Unavailable because you have a crush?” 

Evan gave a short nod. He took a breath and then met Tommy’s eyes dead on. “Maybe because I think I have a chance. Do I, Tommy?”

“Do you…Evan, are you—”

Evan was biting his lower lip. He was looking at Tommy, though, eyes caught on him. 

“Of course. Of course you have a chance.” 

Tommy could hardly believe it. He stared at him, more than a little incredulous.

“See,” Evan said, “not a lie. And maybe you were on a date the whole time. And maybe wishes wished on eyelashes that aren’t your own do come true.” 

Tommy chuckled. “You are a bit of a menace, aren’t you.” 

“Can be. But you like it.” 

He did. He really really did. They stared at each other for a moment, smiling and lost in the moment. Tommy could have leaned over and kissed him, but that wasn’t how he wanted his first kiss to go. 

They didn’t talk about it while leaving the restaurant, or on the drive back to Evan’s. The silence that settled between them was comfortable. It meant that Tommy could actually think about all of it. Evan had wanted tonight to be a date almost as much Tommy had. He’d wished for it on Tommy’s own eyelash. 

When they got to Evan’s place, Evan unlocked the door and let himself in. Tommy followed and closed the door behind him, he didn’t expect for Evan to be on him. The crutches were propped up against the wall and Evan leaned into Tommy. Tommy wrapped an arm around his waist, conscious of Evan’s leg. 

“Evan,” he said and then anything else was swallowed between his lips and Evans. 

Evan kissed him with enthusiasm, his lips soft and insistent. Tommy lost himself to it, to the feel of his lips and the feel of his chest pressed up against his and to the touch of Evan’s hand on the side of his face. He groaned into the kiss and Evan deepened it, licking at the seam of Tommy’s lips and then meeting his tongue in something of a dance that made Tommy clutch Evan to him.  

“Wanted to do that for a while now,” Evan said in little more than a whisper when he pulled back for air. 

“Me too,” Tommy said back. “God, Evan, you don’t know what it’s been like.” 

“I think I do,” Evan said and then kissed him again. 

—

Kissing a man…no, kissing Tommy, it was everything and more than Buck could have imagined. Tommy’s stubble scratched against Buck’s skin in such a delicious way and the taste of his lips just left him wanting more. Knowing that Tommy wanted him back, that Buck hadn’t been the only one wanting more for their friendship made all of it even more important. He hadn’t made up all the times that Tommy’s touch had lingered, or the way that Tommy’s eyes would follow him. 

After Tommy left, Buck could hardly stop thinking about it. He and Tommy had kissed. They’d essentially gone on a date even if neither of them had called it that to start. Buck couldn’t wait to go on another. He couldn’t wait to have Tommy back at his apartment so that Buck could kiss him again and again. All night, he wished that he could have convinced Tommy to stay. Not that Buck even had much of an idea of what that would have entailed what with his leg, but also how he had never been with a guy before. 

He was eager for it, though. Eager to kiss and lick and touch Tommy in whatever way was possible. Buck hadn’t had sex in ages. Long before the break up with Ali, even. His hand…it was getting kinda tiring. Tommy hadn’t made it any easier. Okay, so his leg was also a factor, but it didn’t change that Buck was a guy and that having the object of his attraction — and lust — around all the time was having an effect. 

The next time he saw Tommy wasn’t until a week and a half later, but that week consisted of several texts back and forth. Flirty texts and checking in texts and texts about random things that Buck had learned from a documentary or wikipedia. None of it was enough. 

Tommy arrived to take him to PT with just enough time for Buck to gather his stuff so they could be on their way and Buck hated that he couldn’t just pull him into the apartment and kiss him silly. Tommy seemed to notice Buck’s dilemma, because his fingers tipped Buck’s chin and he leaned in to press a quick kiss to Buck’s lips. 

“Hi,” Tommy said.

“Hi,” Buck repeated. 

“You ready to go?” 

“Can we skip it?” 

Tommy laughed. “I think you want to go. And, what if I say I can reward you after?” 

“Hmm, what kind of reward?” 

Tommy helped to grab Buck’s things. “That is for you to find out.”

His reward was going to a cafe after the appointment for what Buck decided was their second date. Tommy was sneaky about paying for both of their coffees and the pastries, doing it before Buck could even pull out his wallet. Buck just figured he’d have to make up for it by taking care of their next date. 

He was hyper aware, this time, about being on a date with a guy, not that anyone cared. The world was like that, people had very little time to focus on anyone but themselves. No one screamed or got upset or offended when Buck reached for Tommy’s hand across the table. And Tommy, Tommy smiled with his nose scrunched up and the skin around his eyes crinkling. That was all that mattered. 

“The PT looks like it’s going well,” Tommy said. 

“It’s been like three sessions. Leaves my leg aching, but they say that’s normal.” 

He had a prescription for muscle relaxants for any cramping that might happen. So far he hadn’t had to take any. His physical therapist had recommended a topical cream to massage into his leg too and Maddie had been sure to buy it for him. He’d been warned it was going to be hard work getting his leg back to full function, but the good news was that he would have full motion and that his leg would be strong enough for Buck to return to his job. 

Between that and Tommy…Buck felt happier than ever. 

When they got back to his apartment, Buck was starting to really feel the ache in his leg. It had been the same last time, but Buck had headed straight home and been off his feet all day. 

He tried not to show it, but Tommy must have realized it because he led Buck right to his bed. 

Buck didn’t even protest when Tommy took Buck’s shoes off for him. He was surprised when Tommy sat down near his legs. 

“Okay if I take a look?” 

Buck took an unsure and shaky breath. “Uh. Yeah. Okay.” 

Tommy pushed the leg of his sweatpants up to reveal his leg. It didn’t look great. His skin was an uneven color and that didn’t even account for the scarring. Buck still found it hard to look at and he worried Tommy would be disgusted or that it might do something to change his mind. He turned away, closing his eyes and felt the first touch of Tommy’s fingers. 

“You said you had a topical cream?” Tommy asked, gently. 

“Hmm. On the kitchen counter.” 

“Be right back,” Tommy said, but before he left he pressed a kiss to the crown of Buck’s head. 

Buck took a glance at his leg. It had been strange to see the cast there for so long, but to uncover it and see the injury as well as all the things left over from the surgery was a different experience entirely. He shifted himself back in the bed so his back was propped up better. Tommy returned a moment later. He lifted Buck’s leg to sit and lay it over his lap. 

“Tell me I’m not crossing a line here? You look a little uncomfortable.” 

Buck reached for him, grasped his hand and brought it to his lips. “You’re kinda amazing, you know that?” 

“Oh?” 

“It’s weird,” Buck said. 

“Me touching your leg?” 

Buck shook his head. “My leg…seeing it like that.” 

It ached and seeing the way that his skin was twisted and raised and still pink in parts made it hurt more if possible. It was always going to be a reminder of what had happened to him. Buck had had his moments where he’d dwelled on the whole thing and yet because there was nothing he could do to change it, he just focused fully on what came next and getting back to his job. 

“If you don’t want me to—”

Tommy was looking at him, head tilted, a soft expression on his face. 

“No, go ahead. Thank you.” 

He didn’t begin with the cream. Instead, it was Tommy’s hands warm and lightly callused touching his leg gently. Tommy’s eyes flitted towards him to catch for any reaction as he increased the pressure of his fingers a little more in a massage that yes made him ache a little, but also helped too. Tommy’s fingers were careful over the scarring and Buck let out a moan when he hit on a spot that had been hurting him more than any other. Tommy’s hands froze there. 

“Alright?” 

“Yeah. You—you can keep going.”

The cream came next and Tommy made sure it went everywhere and that it was absorbed. The ache didn’t exactly go away, but it did feel more bearable. 

“Thank you,” he said as Tommy pulled down the leg of his sweatpants. 

He turned his face up and Tommy leaned towards him, meeting him in a soft gentle kiss. 

“Is that part of my reward?” Buck asked. 

Tommy kissed him again, keeping it chaste even when Buck tried to chase his lips to kiss him again. Tommy chuckled, but Buck grabbed his shoulders and Tommy went easily as they kissed again this time a little deeper and with the hunger that had been present in their first kiss. 

—

“You seem happier,” Maddie said one morning, when Buck climbed into her car to head to PT. 

Technically, he didn’t need to be driven anymore since he could drive himself, but Maddie had insisted since she already had the day off. 

His sessions had been going well. He’d been off the crutches for almost two weeks and the physical therapist was pleased with the way that Buck’s leg was holding up with the weight training. He still got pretty sore and his leg ached after a session, but he’d been told that was normal. Buck had also already started doing some exercise on his own. Nothing too strenuous on his leg, but something to keep the rest of him moving. 

“I’m back on my feet, Maddie, I’m getting closer and closer to getting back to work,” Buck said. 

“I think it’s more than that,” she said, peering at him.

He and Tommy hadn’t talked about telling anyone about whatever it was they had going between them. They also, clearly, hadn’t talked about labeling anything. Buck knew that Tommy didn’t really hide his sexuality as much as he didn’t advertise it. 

No one but Tommy knew about Buck. 

It didn’t feel like they were hiding anything, especially since they hadn’t even really put a label to what they were. Still, he could admit, if even just to himself, that part of his happiness was Tommy. 

They’d gone on another date just the day before. A picnic out at the park. Tommy had even brought a bag of peas for them to use to feed the ducks. The day had been nice and sunny and Tommy had actually let Buck pay for the sandwiches they picked up on the way there. 

They had watched clouds for a while, coming up with some ridiculous images out of them. One of the things that was entirely new for Buck — and there were a lot of new things — was the way that he found that there was nothing he could do that Tommy didn’t just go with, even being absolutely silly about clouds.

“Just a few more weeks and they think I can start training to recertify so I can get back to work,” Buck said. 

“Is that smart, to push yourself this quickly?” 

“I’m not pushing myself,” Buck said. They had talked this round and round too many times. 

Maddie hummed, but at least she dropped it. 

“And your date?” Maddie asked. 

“Date?” Buck asked, frowning at her.

“The night you made me come over to help you get dressed?” Maddie asked. “What happened with that? And don’t tell me it wasn’t a date.” 

Well, it hadn’t not been a date by the end of the night. Buck was still a little bit in disbelief that the night had gone that way. 

“I was hanging out with Tommy that night,” Buck said. Also not a lie. 

Buck could have told her. It was right there, ready for him to explain. He didn’t know what her reaction would be, but he knew that she would accept him and accept this new turning point in his life. There was really nothing for him to fear and yet he couldn’t get the words together. 

“He’s been spending a lot of time with you,” Maddie said. “You made a good friend there. Chim says some good things about him. I’ve hardly had to take you to your appointments with him around.” 

Buck took a breath. “Yeah. He’s pretty great.”

“He’s back at his station, now? The 217?” 

“Yeah,” Buck said. 

Buck couldn’t not tell her. It was Maddie and out of everyone in his life, she was one of the most important. 

“Hey, Maddie, what if…what if—”

“What, Evan?” 

This was way harder than it needed to be. Maddie was pulling into the parking lot. She turned to him as soon as she was parked. There was nothing to it. Buck had had plenty of time to really research it and decide what fit him best. That was one of the things that he and Tommy had talked about and while yes, bisexual described what fit best, it also had a good flag. He was never going to forget the way that Tommy looked at him when he said that. Buck had kissed him about it. 

“I think. No, I know. I’m bisexual, Maddie.”

Her eyes widened. She gasped. “I can’t say I saw that coming. Is this new or—”

As if Buck could have known that for any length of time and managed to keep it to himself. 

“It’s kinda new. I mean, I always checked out guys but I didn’t think it meant anything. I thought it was normal, but in my case it’s definitely more. Tommy…I guess he kind of turned my whole world around.”

“Oh,” Maddie said and she laughed. “Oh. That makes…wow. So it was a date! I just didn’t realize it was with Tommy.”

“It wasn’t…not until the end of it.” 

Maddie grinned at him. “Well, you have good taste,” she said, “and I should have known you’d be hopeless even with men” 

“Hey!” 

Buck knew he was blushing. Maddie hit his shoulder lightly. 

“Thanks for telling me.” 

“You’re the first one — well, other than Tommy.” 

“You really like him, don’t you?” 

“I — yeah, I really do. I think I might be falling for him.” 

[invisibleicewands]

Interview with Michael Sheen

What made you say yes to being a part of The Assembly?

I said yes to being a part of The Assembly because it was just such an extraordinary and interesting idea. Then reading about the original French series, it just sounded so extraordinary, different and potentially a very revealing way to approach the tried and tested interview process, but obviously it is a lot more than just being an interview. The interview part of it is just one aspect of the project and I think there is still a lot of confusion, ignorance and fear around people with any kind of difference. I think being able to be involved in a project like this could maybe break down some of those barriers.

How is this different from any other TV show you’ve been a part of?

It’s very much unfiltered and that’s really exciting and quite nerve wracking for that reason! So much on TV is sort of smoothed out and filtered and made safe and this, certainly in the making of it, felt very not that! All the better and more refreshing for it too. I know a lot of work is put into the research and preparation for a show like this, but in terms of the actual questions being asked and the experience that you have in all being together when you’re filming, it feels very unpredictable in a really good way and really lead by the people taking part, which is terrific.

How did you feel going into filming?

Well I didn’t really have anything to go on, so I was excited. Sometimes when I’m going to be interviewed, I know what the interview is going to be about, I have a vague idea of the questions that will come up, I know the sort of things that I need to get across about what I’m there to talk about. But with this, I really had no idea what I was going to be asked, so I had to be prepared for everything and anything, there was a kind of freedom in that I suppose. Because of the unfiltered nature of what was going to happen and not being able to anticipate what might be asked, it was a little nerve wracking yes, but I was mainly just very excited!

Did your experience differ from what you were expecting and if so how?

Well I didn’t know what to expect really, so it’s not that it wasn’t what I was expecting because you can’t expect anything! There's no way you can expect anything because you just don’t know what’s going to happen, and because it is so unfiltered and unpredictable in terms of what might happen, where things might go, how people might be feeling on the day. For all the difficult questions that got asked at times, it just felt very loving and joyful and that everyone was very happy and excited to be there even though people were nervous or had anxiety at different times. There was a genuine feeling of community and I felt very welcomed into that community and ready to play so to speak, and you have to be ready to play. I felt very safe and looked after and it was just really, very funny as well – there was lots of laughter and wonderful things that people asked, responded to and performed, I mean I wasn’t expecting all of that, that was just wonderful! So many moments that I’ll never forget.

How does this compare to any other interview you’ve experienced?

It’s so unfiltered! The closest thing I can say is The One Show, where you go on to talk about one thing and then they ask you about everything else that’s going on on the show, so you get a question about your favourite bus route, then they ask you about otters! There’s an extraordinary pinball effect of questions and that’s the closest I could describe, but The Assembly is that x100. It really is extraordinary and that’s very unlike any other interview I’ve done really, usually everything is meant to follow on logically and have a kind of smoothness and polish to it, and this is just really raw and unfiltered and uncensored and I love that, I thought that was wonderful.

What can viewers expect from the show?

I imagine it will be very funny and I think quite moving. I was quite moved at times by seeing how much people had to struggle to overcome certain things they were dealing with in order to ask questions at times. That was uplifting. I think it will be different, it will be thought provoking I hope, and challenging in certain ways; challenging certain kinds of myths and stereotypes I think and ultimately just really entertaining and fun and joyful. I can’t really remember what I said, so I don’t know what people will learn about me... but it’s not about me, it’s about that fantastic group of people, but I certainly got a huge amount out of it too and I hope an audience will as well.

[miss-starlet]

♡ SKZ Finding Out You Are A Witch ♡

Summary: Maknae line finds out you are a witch, but there is a little twist!

Note: I actually wanted this out before Halloween, but life had other plans haha. Hyung line coming soon!

Warning: Mention of magic, Mention of other magical creatures, A cat familiar in Jeongin's part, Seungmin calls the reader his girlfriend in his part, while reader in Jeongin's part refers to themselves as his girlfriend.

♡Jisung♡

Jisung had his suspicions after dating you for a few months. Everything from you snapping your fingers that turned off the lights to your mysterious moonlit garden activities had raised questions. Plus, you were just too perfect. So, he decided to confide in the only supernatural person he knew.

"I'm telling you, Seungmin, I think, no I KNOW my girlfriend isn't human."

Seungmin, slightly exasperated, responded, "Gather some evidence, until then, I can't help you." He waved Jisung away, clearly too tired to deal with him.

Listening to Seungmin's advice for once in his life, Jisung was going to find out what you were. He followed the worn out cobblestone path to your cottage, hoping to find you there at home. He knocked on your door, and you welcomed him inside.

"What brings you here, baby?" you asked.

"I need to see something," Jisung replied, heading to the kitchen, grabbing a glass, and filling it with water.Jisung had two theories in mind, either you were a witch or a mermaid, since he'd never seen you near water. Not wanting to risk you melting if you are a witch, he cautiously poured a small amount of water on your hand.

You didn't react as expected, so he sighed in defeat, slumping onto the couch. "You know witches don't actually melt when you pour water on them, right? You should have learned that in magic class."

"Haha, very funny," Jisung replied, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Did my boyfriend fail Supernatural 101?" you teased, pretending to gasp dramatically before falling on the couch next to him.He looked at you, and suddenly, everything fell into place.

You were a witch.

"Sungie, you knew all along, didn't you? If I could tell you were a supernatural creature, then you should have known too."

"Wait, you thought I was like you?" Jisung's eyes widened in shocked.

"Well not a witch, but y'know... a vampire" He shook his head. "A demon then?"

"Nope! 100 percent human!"

"Oh lord, I'm dating a human." You mumbled to yourself.

"So you went to hogwarts?" He said, smiling big.

"No baby, I didn't."

"Can you teach me?" He asked just as excitedly.

♡Felix♡

You were in the midst of sorting your ancient spell books when Felix unexpectedly arrived. Startled, you quickly tried to stash the items away, but Felix caught a glimpse of an open page in one of the books - a page filled with ancient symbols. He stayed quiet letting you think he didn't see anything.

However, once he got home, Felix's curiosity (more like nervousness), led him to research what the scary book was. After numerous Google searches, it led him to an old, almost rundown bookstore nestled in a forgotten corner of the city. Felix described the symbols, and the owner of the shop gave him a dusty spell book-all centered around the creatures of the sea.

He quickly made his way back to your apartment to confront you. After all you both made a promise not to lie or keep secerts from each other.

He gave you the book and asked "What... what is all this?"

You were surprised and hesitated, searching for the right words. "Felix, I should have told you-" you began, your voice trembling.

"Are you... a witch?"

"Yes, I am, but that's not why you're here, right? You're upset because I've been found out."

Felix's confusion only deepened. "What?"

"Look, Felix, I know your secret too. I know you're a mermaid. The book had spells on how to protect you." Felix's eyes widened at your unexpected confession.

He struggled to find the words, clearly caught off guard. "A mermaid? But that's..."

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner." You said softly, sitting the book down on the coffee table.

"I'm not a mermaid."

"What?! Your love for the sea? Your extreme knowledge? Your beauty? It just made sense." You trail off.

"Well I do have a degree in Marine Science."

Realization dawned on you, mixing with a tinge of embarrassment. "So, the things I thought were signs of being a mermaid were just... your love for the ocean and your expertise in marine life?"

"Don't forget my extreme beauty," Felix said teasingly.

"Are you upset that I didn't tell you? About me being a witch and everything?"

Felix shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. " Of course not angel. But my sleep would've been much better without stumbling upon all that scary stuff in my research trying to figure it out."

♡Seungmin♡

You were quite nervous to talk to your boyfriend. You were entirely convinced that he already knew about your status as a witch, just as you were absolutely certain that Seungmin was a warlock.

The reason you were nervous was because what if he didn't? What if he perceived you as just another human? Would it alter anything in your relationship? But you were going to get past your fears, and ask him tonight.

"I have everything for the movie night!" Seungmin excitedly announces, strutting inside your room with a grin on his face.

"Min? Do you know that i am a witch?" You ask softly, voice shaky.

"Do you think I didn't know?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No, no- I knew, but do you have a problem with it?"

"Y/n, I have converted my apartment to your needs. Do you think I use all them herbs lined on my wall to cook? If I had a problem with you being a witch then I wouldn't."

"It's...It's not yours for your own practice?" He shook his head. "Where's your own stuff?"

"What do you mean? Why would I have my own magical stuff?" He asked curiously.

"You not a warlock? I was so sure..." You said somewhat disappointed.

"You thought I was?" Seungmin hands pointed to his self "A warlock?" He laughed before looking dead serious.

"Wow, my witch girlfriend is upset that I'm human?" He says teasingly.

You grinned mischievously, eyes twinkling. "Maybe I just expected a little magic in my boyfriend," you teased back.

"But who needs spells when I've got you?" You added playfully, pulling him closer. "Let's make our own kind of magic, shall we?"

Both of your laughter echoed through the room, before you pull him into a sweet kiss.

♡Jeongin♡

Jeongin arrived home earlier than usual, as he stepped inside, he caught you in deep conversation with your cat, Dickson.

"What are you talking about, Dickson?" You mumbled, "You are being unreasonable to the evidence." Dickson meows back like he is answering you.

"Jeongin is definitely a werewolf; it just makes sense."

Jeongin's mouth hung slightly agape. First thing first you thought he was a werewolf? Second, you were chatting with your cat as though it could provide answers. Well, the cat did meow in response, but it was still a curious sight.

"Y/n."

"Oh, Innie, you scared me. I didn't hear you come in."

"Why on earth are you talking to Dickson like it's a person?"

"Well..." You smiled sheepishly, not really knowing what to say. You were not too sure if your boyfriend understood that witches could talk to their familars or not.

Dickson, simply stared at Jeongin, seemingly unimpressed with the 'werewolf' infront of him. Jeongin noticed Dickson's gaze, and offer his hand for the cat to sniff before petting him. Dickson let out a disinterested meow, before jumping out of your hands and heading out of the room.

"Does he not like me?"

"Baby, I have something to ask you."

"If it's what you were asking Dickson, i'm not a werewolf, love," he reassured, grabbing your hand gently "Why on earth would you think that?"

You glanced at him, embarrassment clear as day on your face. "I've seen you do things that made me wonder sometimes, especially with how you handle the full moon," you admitted, trying to justify your suspensions. "I might have jumped to conclusions. Sorry," you said, feeling a bit foolish.

Jeongin wrapped an arm around you, drawing you close. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "No worries y/n. Besides magical creatures don't exist. "

"Did you forget that your lovely girlfriend exists?" Jeongin pulls away from you slightly, looking confused. "You don't know?" You asked, and he shooked his head.

"Well I guess one more cat to let out the bag, I'm a witch."

"Do you sacrifice children?" Was first question that tumbles out of Jeongin's mouth. He didn't mean to say that, but it slipped out.

You pull away slightly this time, face showing a mix of confusion and annoyance. "No Jeongin, no I do not."

Jeongin felt a little silly and started to laugh. " I'm sorry, i don't even know why i asked that. It's just this whole thing is kinda weird. " Seeing the look on your face, made him feel terrible. " But, I still love you."

"Love you too." You said relieved, and slightly amused by the whole exchange.

[simpforfandoms]

Born To Die

I’m listening to dangerously yours again. It’s unhealthy. Probably plagiarized it, my bad.

pairing: Jason Todd x reader

summary: part 2 to this though could probably be read as a stand alone. Jason and reader reunite after his death

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 2.5k

warning: death, language, a lot of rambling it adds character deal with it, Jason has green eyes, isn’t really proof read

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When Bruce Wayne of all people called you last night, you were hesitant to answer.

A million thoughts flooded your brain. How did you even have his number in your contacts? How did he have your number? When you moved to California you tried to put as must distance as could from Gotham. The memories being too painful. But why the hell was Bruce Wayne calling you? On a Thursday night of all times. Not that it matters but he didn’t even have the decency to call you during the day. No, he had to barge in on your self-appointed sulking time. You sighed and were about to answer it when a bird hit your window. Obviously, you took this as a sign from whatever entity there was not to answer the call. You’ve read enough books to know dead birds are never good. But then Bruce called again. and again. and again. On the fifth call, you answered. No one would call five times if it wasn’t important.

“What?” You snapped

“Jason’s alive.”

What. The. Actual. Fuck. You knew Bruce was crazy but you didn’t know he was that crazy. Jason was dead. You held his cold body in your own arms, for crying out loud. It had to be some sick joke. Just when you hadn’t cried over Jason in almost a day (a new personal record) Bruce just had to say that shit. A part of you wondered what Jason ever saw in him. Why Jason ever became his partner. Oh god. Jason. Your mind flashed back to all the memories you had with him. Every kiss. Every laugh. Every touch. Everything. You missed him. A part of you hoped that that was true. But the more reasonable part of you knew it wasn’t, no matter how much you wished. It’s funny, you remember crying out to the heavens above to bring him back to life. Jason, your soulmate. But at last, you got no answer. So why now? Why now would he be alive? Why not when you were kicking the earth where he laid hoping that maybe that would wake him from his eternal sleep? Why not when you stopped talking to anyone, isolating yourself in fear that you would attached then they would die again? Why not then? What makes now so different?

Bruce heard your sharp breaths and a quiet “what?”.

“I know this is a lot to take in, but right now I need you to get to Gotham City as soon as possible. I’ll explain everything when you get here. I emailed you your plane ticket information, please pack accordingly” then he hung up.

Rude. You don’t know what’s ruder, Bruce telling you that the love of your life is alive or that he just expects you to unroot your life and go to Gotham at the flick of a finger.

Ultimately, Jason was and will always be your weak spot, so of course you got on the flight and went to Gotham. It's embarrassing but you would do anything for Jason, dead or not.

So that’s how you ended up walking through Gotham city. Sure Bruce offered you a ride to get to the manor but you enjoy the solditary that comes with walking alone. However, you did put your suitcase in the cab to be taken to Manor. You aren’t a manic.

On the plane ride over you had researched Gotham, as you did not want to go in blindly. What if there was an insane serial killer running around. But what you had found was a new mysterious villain was taking control of Gotham from the inside out. The villain or “Red Hood” as the articles dubbed him seemed to only be targeting other criminals and as far as you can tell you aren’t a criminal. So by all means, for the most part, you were safe to walk around Gotham at night alone.

You’ve lived in Gotham long enough to know which parts to avoid. Thanks to Jason, you also know a little bit of self defense. As you walk the lonely streets, you find your self reminiscing on your time spent with him. There was the park bench you two craved your initials in. Down a little ways is a garbage can you bet Jason he couldn’t fit in. He did. You lost five bucks that day. Even further down was the apartment complex you and Jason lived in.

You stop for a moment to stare at it. It looks like complete and utter shit, but it always did. Maybe that’s what you loved about it. People were so quick to judge the outside that no one ever even bothered look inside. It was abandoned. Left in the same state that you had left it in. It almost makes you happy in a weird way. Your memories that took place in there would never be touched. Forever preserved. You’re tempted to go inside but you know you must continue on your journey. To Wayne manor. To see Jason. No. Maybe. To possibly see Jason. Through very likely you won’t.

You continue walking, even though your legs feel like shit. A couple buildings down is the little run down diner you and Jason would hang out. The owners were quite nice and always gave you two free food. A simple gesture that probably didn’t mean much to them but to you and Jason it meant the world. You think if you ever got to thank them for their kindness and told them what it really meant. You suppose you haven’t, so you walk into the diner. The smell brings you back a different time. A simpler time. Back when Jason was still alive. You look over to the booth where you and Jason you used to sit. No one’s there. You’re tempted to go sit down and try to find every inscripture you and Jason ever craved into the both.

“fuck it” you mumble as you walk over to the booth.

You sit and a waitress immediately comes to get your order.

“Anything I can get started up for you hon” the waitresses says with a strong southern accent.

A southern belle you presume. She’s young. And has the kind of voice that instantly comforts you. Like a mother’s touch. It’s sad to see her here. In a run down diner in Gotham. Arguably the worst city in America. This city will drain the life from her and before she even knows it she’s heartbroken and stuck. Or dead. Death is probably the more likely outcome, from your experience.

“Just a chocolate milkshake” you say remembering that it was what you and Jason would always share.

“That’s unusual for this time of hour” She chuckles as she writes it down. “What brings you to Gotham, you don’t look like a regular”

“Visiting an old friend I guess” you shrug

“Oh well I hope you enjoy your stay” she smiles

“Thank you” you smile back as she walks away.

Ironic. You would not enjoy your stay. Nothing good ever comes from Gotham. As soon as she is out of sight your hands quickly move to feeling the table and searching for the carvings. You find yours and Jason’s initials. An occasional “Jason was here” or “y/n and Jason were here”. But something strikes you. It is a simple date. Something you don’t remember doing yourself. It is the date of when you and Jason shared your first kiss. He must’ve carved it. Your eyes well with tears. It is the simplest of things that will bring you back to all the heartbreak and loss. You presume that that is how grief works. It comes and goes in mysterious ways. Sometimes even a color reminds you of him and your back to the day when you were told he died.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by a milkshake being placed on the table. You thank the waitress and take the straw she gave you. Mixing the whip cream with the chocolate slush. Something that Jason always did and now you can’t drink a milkshake without doing it. It’s the littlest things that he did that stuck with you. You always wear mismatched socks because he did. He insisted that “matching socks were unnatural”z You hear the diner door bell jingle, signifying another costumer has entered, but pay it no mind. Until the new customer sits at your booth. Then you look up from your milkshake, raising your eye to find the culprit. You are meant with green eyes. The very same eyes you see when you close your eyes at night. The very same eyes that haunt your every move.

No. This can’t be happening. He’s supposed to be dead. You’re almost paralyzed, but you will not show weakness. For all you know this is clay face trying to get a jab out of you. Your widen eyes now harden. You take a sip of your milkshake just to be sure you aren’t dreaming. All while Jason stares at you. No not Jason. It. He. Whatever stares at you. Yep not dreaming. You are reassured that by the sweet milkshake filling your taste buds.

“Soooooo….” He starts

You stop drinking, “what the fuck is going on? Whatever sick joke is happening needs to end. I’m not in the mood“ you close your eyes and sigh, “God I should’ve just stayed in nice little apartment and not listen to fucking stupid Bruce Wayne.” You rant

He just raises his eyebrows as if he is stunned for a moment

“Well answer the god damn question!” You demand

“Ummm I don’t know it’s kinda hard to explain. I just woke up one day and was alive?” He says, hoping you don’t snap again.

“Yeah like that’s totally possible. I’m done here.” You say as you grab a ten dollar bill from your bag and tuck it under your milkshake and get up to walk away.

“Y/n! Please just-“

“No! I’m done with whatever fucked up bull shit this is. You’re-Jason Todd is dead.” You say as you walk out the door.

The stranger follows you. You quicken your pace. He does to.

“I said to fuck off” you turn to yell at him.

“February 2nd. I came into your bedroom through your window all bloody and bruised. You patched me up and made sure I was okay. In some miracle of a moment I got you to kiss me. If I was dead how could I know that?”

The possibility of him being alive crosses your mind. No. You are better than that. You are not delusional.

“Lucky guess.” You turn to walk away but he grabs your arm.

”when my mom-Catherine, was dying you were holding my hand as I held hers. You hugged me and made sure that I didn’t see as she took her final breathes.”

No. It really is him. Oh my god. A million thoughts rush through your head. How? Should you hug him? Kiss him? Your eyes well up with tears, on the brink of falling. Not of happiness but of frustration. Why now? Just when you finally are starting to move on. the universe has other plans. You guess you probably should’ve mentally prepared yourself for this before you came. Him being alive was always a possibility, but come on who would believe that?

You can only mutter a response, a unimportant response, “how long?”

“What?”

“How long have you’ve been alive Jason?” You question, now fully committed to the question.

“Why?”

“I want to know.” You’re hoping that he will reply to something so you can be mad, a emotion that you recognize, instead of dealing with whatever emotion your feeling.

“Five years.”

five years. five fucking years. Five years you were grieving. Five years in which you’ve tried to move on. Five years

“Why didn’t come to me?” A heartbreaking question that had to be asked. Did he not trust you? Did he not remember you? Did he not love you anymore?

“I thought you moved on. Bruce replaced me. You moved away. You forgot about me. It would be selfish of me to come back hoping you would still want me.”

“How dare you say that? Each and every fucking day I am reminded of you. I couldn’t get away from you even if I tried and believe me I have fucking tried. From the moment I found out about your death I have been consumed by this inexplicable sorrow Jason. I loved you. I love you. I could never just forget that.” You explain

You and Jason stare at each other for a moment. You hate yourself for getting mad at him. This should be a moment of celebrating, not an argument.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “I was just so angry. At the world. At joker. At Bruce.”

“At me?”

“No never you.”

You sigh. Suddenly being brought back to earth by him.

“You probably should have been. Y’know? I couldn’t stop you.”

Your tears are about to fall. No. He will not see you cry. You turn to walk away again, not wanting him to see the tears fall. No, no, let him think you’re fine. So that he might be able to move on.

Until you hear, “Don’t do that. Please don’t do that.”

To this you turn back around.

“Don’t do what Jason?”

“Don’t blame yourself for my death. There was nothing you could’ve done.” He says.

“Jay.” The nickname rolls off your tongue, sending shockwaves through him.

He stares at you with those piercing green eyes. It’s like you’ve been transported back to when you were telling him to stay. To not go. But yet he wouldn’t listen. A million thought going through his beautiful head. A million thoughts that you wished you could read, or even just glimpse into.

At last, after what feels like an lifetime, he speaks, “Do you know what you are to me?” He pauses, taking in your features, “You’re something to believe in again. After all these years I’m still yours. I never once stopped loving you. If there were to be a person for me, it would be you. It would be you above anyone else in the world. I love you. And I don’t want you to feel like it was your fault. It wasn’t.”

When he says things like that it makes you want to run into his arms and kiss him under the moon light. Maybe you will. Yeah you probably will. Fuck it. You only live once, a phrase you have adopted since his passing.

You run the mere ten feet you were from him to him. His arms immediately encapsulate you. Oh how you missed being in his arms. It’s like his arms were designed for you and no one else.

“I missed you.” you murmur into his chest

“I missed you too”

Still, a million words left unsaid, but for now, you in his arms will do.

…

Sorry this took me a hot minute I had a depressive episode #yolo. Any who here’s a tag list though I didn’t really have one because I didn’t think people liked my work that much but some things change lol. Also I really do not know how to respond to comments, I promise I’m trying. I do read them and I appreciate them!

Dc Characters Taglist

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[lordofshitposting]

In case that anyone (no one) is confused, here are my favourite JJK characters in order (nobody asked):

Getō Suguru ㅡ He's my biggest kinnie. I refuse to go into details because it's going to result in a long rant because it goes too deep. Make of this whatever you will.

Okkotsu Yuta ㅡ I love everything about him. His compassionate and brave nature, his CT, his character design, his story, hell, I even love Rika. Actually, even looking at his name I'm like oh that dude is fire, like yeah, "Okkotsu Yuta", yeah that's a bad bitch

Inumaki Toge ㅡ The way he looked at Yuta in JJK0 when he was blaming himself for his injury was so gentle and reassuring, and right after they're done with the fight we see him watering the flowers?? I love how he's so calm and kind all the time, I love the silly and cute side of him because he's so goofy. And of course, he's handsome, damn. He's sweetheart, my love.

Gojō Satoru ㅡ He was born with a burden only he could possibly carry, so there was always a wall between him and others emotionally; he didn't understand them, and they never really understood him. After Getō left he matured and saw how flawed the order of Jujutsu society actually is, and dedicated himself to changing it, so that no one had to carry the burden of strength alone and no child had their childhood stolen from them like his was. He's magnificent in every way, his humour, his strength, his dedication to the future of his students. But then in ch261 he tells Getō how he tried to make his students understand him thorough his love and humour but they just couldn't; there was a gap is responsibility between them they couldn't comprehend. The truth is, I never saw it that way. Which shows that even we can't fully grasp hid emotions. We paradoxiacally think we understand him but in reality we don't, so big is his burden.

Kamo Choso ㅡ I started liking him in Shibuya. From the way he spoke to Yuji when fighting, when he asked him if his brothers had any last words, from the way he looked at his hands confused and defeated when he realized he can't use his CT for some reason, one sees how gentle he is. His heart holds on everyone close to him dearly, it's in his nature to love and to protect. I love his character design like this dude wakes up every morning and ties his hair up in 2 buns. Even that shows that he's so sweet to me idk. And he's so effortlessly FUNNY, I adore that.

Hajime Kashimo ㅡ Meh, there's nothing striking about his character. The first thing that catched my attention about was his character design which is spectacular, my favourite in the entirety of Jujutsu Kaisen. I wish I were male just so I could steal it, like, so big is my admiration for it. Other than that, I love his passion and craziness, and how cute he is. His definitely not a big-brainer but he's so pookie ♡

Tsukumo Yuki ㅡ I think she's very underrated, and her research on the soul is way bigger than people realize; I actually believe that breaking away from cursed energy is the road that society should take. A part of her that is not talked about is her fierce personality and determination. Also, she's so cool, going around and asking people what they're type is like it would tell a lot about them as people to her. She definitely has a unique way of perceiving people and it's part of her charm. Also, the impact she has on people is really underrated. Take Todo as an example, and of course, Geto. Now, I'm not the typa guy to blame his downfall on her, but they're conversation did influence him to a certain degree.

(And so I realise that I'm actually horrible at describing people's personalities. You guys will definitely not understand how I see them but whatever)

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Happy Wednesday lovely readers :) I love any episode with Lucy/Tamara in it. Add in Tim? Makes an amazing thing even more so. I love this one for delving into Tamara’s past a bit, how Tim helps Lucy without a thought, and the bond between Lucy and Tamara. Such good one let’s get going.

4x11 End Game

We begin our episode with Tamara and Lucy. It’s clear Lucy has been up all night researching. Tamara asks why? Lucy tells her legal research. That kid Tyler she cited out last episode ended up stealing from a liquor store. He felt stressed to pay back the dealer he lost product for. Unfortunately he gave the store owner a heart attack. Luckily the owner is out and ok.

She’s been up all night trying to finds ways for the state to show him leniency since the owner is fine. I love both of them calling Chris the ‘clown’ from the DA’s office. Might be my new name for him. Chris the clown. It’s fitting. They have a lovely moment as Tamara refills her coffee and brings it to her. Saying this kid is lucky to have her backing him.

That she knows she was. Best thing she ever did was steal Lucy’s car. I mean it’s true haha I love Tamara being more open with Lucy. Showing how grateful she is that Lucy took a chance on her like she did. Tamara saying crime pays actually. In this case it does tbh. Heh Lucy says she’s cute when she walks away. It’s such an adorable mom/daughter open for them.

We see Mr. Clown shortly after Lucy arrives at the station. She is gloating that the store owner survived. Chris agrees with her that he’s happy she survived. Lucy questioning how true that is. She tries to get him to charge Tyler as a minor but Chris refuses of course. Schmuck. Lucy starts to tell him studies and he’s so condescending to her. Saying not to quote studies at him. I hate it so much. I dislike him greatly...

Tells her he will only charge him as a minor as long as he’s a CI for his crew. This is where Lucy really goes off on him. Both barrels and pulls no punches whatsoever. Chris is finding this amusing and I want to clock him. Calling her dramatic too. You don’t know her like that ya clown. So rude to say. Tim coming into the convo asking if everything is ok? I love that. Protective Husband is in the building.

The way she spins around to face Tim is hilarious. His face and posture LOL Lucy saying she can’t believe the nerve of him calling her dramatic. She sees his reaction and tells him don’t start. Haha Eric is the king of facial expressions. He doesn’t disappoint in the least here. His face conveying ‘ I didn’t say anything…’ Even though his body language is saying everything. Laughing so hard at his reaction.

Such a hubby move here. Doesn't say anything but she knows what that reaction means. HIs silence saying more than he ever could. He’s smart enough to know when not to engage her in a fight. Be more married you two please. Lucy is in full wifey mode here and my heart is so happy. Also my god the forearms/biceps. Phew lord. Love to have those wrapped around me like a blanket. There is just so much to love about this mini moment.

It’s the next part where we hit peak married vibes. Tim knowing her so damn well. Pinpointing why she is so friggin keyed up. Asking exactly how many cups of coffee she’s had this morning? God these two know each other so damn well. Lucy doesn’t lie and says she’s just going to apologize right now LMAO

Knowing how she’s going to be the rest of the shift for him. It’s so funny. I love her self awareness knowing she’s gonna be extra cause she’s hopped up on caffeine. Good thing Tim is actually is so very fond of it even though he’s exasperated at the same time hehe. She’s so cute I cannot.

Tim’s reaction to her reply is the best part. No one does the eye roll better than our guy. It’s so funny. It makes me laugh every single time. Lucy knows what she’s done and is just owning up it to ahha I love these two idiots so very much. Her saying it’s going to be a long day for him. Oh he’s well aware of that one my dear. I love them so much makes my heart hurt haha

Tim and Lucy are called to Lopez’s homicide. It’s a 18 year old girl killed and dumped. Tim is confused why Angela needed a sergeant. She tells them she didn’t. Just Lucy. Asking if she knows her? Lucy tells her no. Angela hands her the phone and says Tamara does. Pic of her and this girl as her Lock Screen. Hence them being looped in.

Cut to them retuning to her apartment. The marriage theme continues in this episode. Except it goes from sassy poking fun husband and wife. To very sweet and supportive husband for his wife. Being a sweet mom and dad tag team for Tamara in this moment. Which I adore so much.

Lucy is feeling lost and not sure how to handle this. You can tell as she enters the apt. She’s honest with Tim. Replies 'I don't know.' When he asks how she wants to handle it? Lucy tells him she’s done death notices before. But never for someone she cared about. Handling it as a cop vs as a roommate are different approaches. I love how Tim is watching her as she talks out her thoughts. Not judging her but wanting to support her. Knowing this is part of her process.

She is torn and Tim decides for her. Telling her just to be a friend and he’s got the cop part for her. I love this sfm. Letting her be the soft empathetic friend in this moment. That if she needed someone firmer or more business like to tap him in. Tim knows she wants to be the caring and soft one in this moment. Because he knows her so well. Wants to relieve her of the burden of being a cop right now. To let her just be the caring friend and if she needs a cop he will handle that portion for her.

It seems like such a small gesture that comes across as so much more. You can see Lucy visibly relax when he tells her this. Thanks him for this kindness. He has her back in more ways than one. I love their bond so much. Knowing exactly what the other needs in moments like this. He’s so soft for her I cannot handle it. Just being the best supportive work hubby he can be. Such growth makes my soul happy.

Gives Lucy a chance to relay the news to Tamara in the way she is most comfortable with. Solo in her room. It so sad to watch Tamara take in the news. Not believing Lucy at first or not wanting to really. Lucy confirming it by the phone that was found at the scene. Telling Tamara how sorry she was. I love Tim giving her this private moment alone with her. To be empathetic, caring and all the things she would need in this moment. Let her be Lucy her friend and roommate and not the cop.

Once they’re out of her room Tim is apart of the convo. Officially in cop mode now. Lucy asking if there was anyone her friend Becca was afraid of? Tamara says no but they hadn’t talked in 3 months. With school and her moving in they lost touch. Tim steps in and asks 'Any idea where she was crashing?' She tells them mostly the street, sometimes shelters, some families let you crash on the floor if they had room. Her last known suggestion is a darker one.

It's where we get a peak into Tamara’s past and it's grim. You can see it all over Lucy’s face as Tamara speaks. How her heart is breaking for her. Killing her to think she ever had to do ‘swiping’. Hitting her like a ton of bricks. You can see the pre-tears in her eyes from hearing all this. The protective mama in her wanting to hug and protect her. To never let her experience that ever again. Tamara can't even look at them while she explains it. Breaks my heart.

Tim can read Lucy like a book once they’re back in the shop. They’re talking about the men they found on Becca’s phone but her mind is elsewhere. He knows she’s upset and asks her if she’s okay? I’ll never be over this portion of his growth. Him actively engaging in personal stuff with her. Giving her his advice and caring. Being 100 percent genuine in all of it too. My damn heart. He’s also just so damn good with her. Just like she is for him. The shop where they supposedly leave their personal lives at the door is a rule that never really existed for them.

He provides such a comforting environment for her to share in here. I love him being the one to reach out for this. Lucy engaging right away with him. Voicing everything she was feeling about their convo with Tamara. How it worried her that Tamara knew right away about the swiping idea. Asking Tim’s opinion if he thinks she’s used it herself? If she gave that impression to him?

Tim doesn’t answer so much as shoot a question back. Asking if she’s ever mentioned it to her before? You can hear the hurt in her voice. See the pain in her eyes as she speaks. Telling Tim as close as they are she won’t talk to her about her past. I can see why Lucy would be hurt by this. I can also see why Tamara doesn’t want to talk about it. She probably feels shameful about some of what she did to survive. I can only imagine what she had to do pre-Lucy.

Tim’s reply is perfection. What I love most about it is that it’s coming from experience. At least that’s how it’s coming off to me. We all know how hard it was for Lucy to crack the nut that is Tim. How she scratched and clawed for him to open up to her. Tim had a painful past and lot of reasons to be closed off. But that didn’t stop Lucy from pursuing that relationship with him. It was slow but so very worth it. Tim telling her not to take it personally.

That it might just be hard for to open up to her. It’s not Lucy it’s Tamara's own stuff preventing her from doing so. Just like it was for Tim. Lucy kept knocking at that door till Tim answered. Now look at him. He shares things with her. Deeply personal things. Is giving her advice on her own personal life. Look how far we’ve come. It’s these moments I love the most. The ones that show us how damn far Tim has come. How far they have come as a pairing.

It’s unreal to watch and so rewarding. It’s why the slow burn works so damn well for them. We get moments like this. Where Tim sees she is upset, reaches out, and even relieves her worries. Also once again using his past experience to help her out. Knowing it was hard for him to start to open up with her. That took time for him too. Applying that to his advice for Tamara not opening up just yet. You can see she feels lighter after their talk. Nodding her head agreeing with his advice. Relieving her of her worries for the time being at least. Tim being every bit the supportive husband here and I love it sfm. The emotional intimacy between these at this point is off the charts amazing. *sigh* I love them so much.

They return to the station to watch interrogation. Lopez has one of Becca’s clip talk guys in the box. Angela comes right at him. Doesn't waste time after he admits he knows her. Saying she knows he used clip talk for sex. In exchange she got warm bed and a meal out of it. He is instantly defensive. Thinking he’s been brought in for something she did or said. Is an ass outright calling her crazy cause she’s homeless and possibly on drugs.

Lopez cuts him right off saying she’s dead. Asking where he was last night? He stumbles and says he has nothing to do with it. That he did see her for few minutes but his GF was coming over. (Classy SOB..) Angela asks what she wanted? He says hot meal, shower, place to stay. But told her to go cause his GF was on the way. I love the way Tim leans forward as they get to heart of his story. He continues on saying Becca threatened to tell his GF if he didn’t give her money.

Telling Lopez all he had was a 20 dollar bill on him to give her. After she left he said he noticed Becca swiped his Cerus Watch. Which he paid 10K for. Lopez following up saying he couldn’t file a police report or it would expose his secret. Lopez cycles back to our couple. Lucy telling her she didn’t have a watch on her body. That she either sold it or whoever killed her took it and did. Tim says they'll ask Tamara where they think it would be pawned.

We find Tamara catching up with her old life. Visiting with friends she knew. My guess is she felt guilty about not talking to Becca all these months. Wanting to reconnect to help herself grieve. One of her friends telling her how proud Becca was of her. That she missed her but was so happy to see her move on. It’s then we see Tim and Lucy pull up. They all get nervous and Tamara tells them they’re cool.

Lucy is in mom mode asking how she is? Tamara tells her it’s a lot to be back here. She is trying to put up a brave front. Pretend she’s ok. So she avoids saying anymore by asking if they found anything? They update her on the watch Becca took. Asking her if she know where she would pawn it? Love Lucy seeing her hesitancy and reassuring her it’s ok. Also not wanting to leave her there. In full mom mode I adore it. Not wanting to leave her there but not having much of a choice atm.

They head to the pawn shop Tamara suggested. Tim doesn’t mess around or mince words with the owner. Saying they’re looking for a stolen Cerus watch. The owner gets defensive and says they just come into his shop accusing him of this? Lucy comes right at him too.

A tag team of confidence and unity. I love it. Her reply is feisty af. ‘Of purchasing stolen property from homeless teenagers? We are accusing you of exactly that.’ Get em Lucy! Gah love them being this bad ass united front. This guy goes off on a rant how he’s a lifeline for these kids. Lucy shows him the pic of Becca. Tells him this watch is what got her killed. He sighs and pulls it out to show them.

Saying it was brought in yesterday and shows them who brought it in. It wasn’t Becca….it was the kid Tamara was visiting. The look of realization washes over them. That beautiful silent communication of theirs kicking in. A shared look of worry washing over them. Tim asking isn’t that Tamara’s friend? The one they just left her with...

We cut back to Tamara talking to him. Asking if he’s ok? He say no. She starts to apologize she hasn’t been around. We see Tim and Lucy racing to get back to her. Such great cinematography in this scene. Declan starting his confession and it flits back to a worried Tim and Lucy. They're trying to get back to her as soon as they can. You can see the panic/urgency written across both of their faces.

Declan tells her how Becca was going to go back to school. Use the watch to get her started with it. She wanted to be more like Tamara. He starts to get emotional saying she was going to leave him too. You can see the shift in Tamara as she see’s where this is going. How he mentions he tried to sneak the watch out. That she caught him and he pushed her and didn’t mean for her to hit her head like she did. It’s then Lucy and Tim roll up like the BAMFS they are. Lucy all but jumping out of the shop to get to Tamara.

Tim cuffing him immediately. Once he's secure Lucy turns to her asking her if is she’s ok? Not expecting the response that she gets. Tamara finally putting down her walls and being honest. That she isn’t ok and runs to Lucy for comfort. I love this hug and Tamara finally turning to Lucy and being vulnerable. Lucy’s reaction is so sweet as she holds her tight. Such a nice moment for them. Adding to that growing familial bond between them.

The clown catches Lucy on her way out. I hate writing about him but I also don’t love writing about Ashley either. But they are apart of this season thus in my reviews when I have to. Lucy is straight with him. Says she isn’t in the mood for anymore bad news. He tells her he cut a good deal for Tyler. That he won’t have to be a CI. Just 6 months in Juvie. Probation till 18.

Clearly trying to impress her with this deal. Because let’s be honest if he had his way that kid would’ve been screwed. He did this to get on her good side. To me Chris was always kinda clueless but a little manipulative as well. I.e. This deal to impress her. Never liked him or thought he was good enough to be in her presence let alone date her.

This scene is a good bookend to how the episode began with Tamara’s gratefulness. Except this ending portion is a lot more sincere. No jokes involved. Makes me emotional as she thanks Lucy for everything she’s given her. Tamara thanks her for helping her leave it all behind as well. That if not for her she could've ended up just like Becca. Their scenes are always so good. Thanking Lucy for getting her friend justice.

Lucy not taking credit for that. Saying she did that for her. It’s true she guided them most of the investigation. Without her tips and such it would’ve taken them so much longer. I love Lucy telling her she doesn’t need to worry about what could’ve been without her. That’s she’s safe now ❤️ This next bit is so good. Lucy bringing up talking about her time on the street.

Tamara telling her not right now. Lucy bringing up she doesn’t have to. She doesn’t even have to with her. Just someday talking to someone would be good. So it doesn’t sneak up on her. Because it will. She is not wrong...It did for me. I took too long to talk to someone myself. I had a random run in with a sweet old lady who was a client of mine. She commented on my earrings. Asking where I got them? I said my mom with no real emotions attached to it. She looked me in the eye and said ‘Your mother must love you very much.’ I wanted to cry because I wasn't sure how true that was.

I swallowed my complicated emotions and my racing thoughts. I thanked her. But it triggered something in me when I got back to my car and I cried. Because it brought up all the emotions and feelings I hadn’t talked about with my mom. I texted my baby sister about it. She told me it was time to seek some therapeutic help. I did and it's helped so very much. So Lucy is so very right if you don’t talk about it. Suppress it for too long it sneaks up on you.

This is such solid advice once again from Lucy. Therapy and talking it out does wonders for the soul. Because if you don’t It’ll eat at you slowly. Take away from your present. Such a lovely way to end the episode for them both. I always love me some Tamara/ Lucy eps.

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Side notes-Non Chenford

James and Nyla being cute af. I truly love them together. They work so well.

Also more cute James/ Wes moments about the pregnancy and such. I do love their bromance so.

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Three Peas in a Pod: Part Two

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader x Jared Padalecki

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey i have this crazy request in mind and you are the best writer so, some J2 x reader (reader is either there wife or girlfriend) where they are in a comic con and the fans start talking about some supernatural imagines, oneshot, etc they reader and J2 mentioned some because the reader always reading them? Something fluff and funny. The reader either can be mentioned or can be with them 

Summary: Jensen and Jared have gotten you out of your shell to the point where you're comfortable meeting fans and taking pictures. They even invite you onto the stage for the first time. What can go wrong?

read part one here: Three Peas in a Pod

Square Filled: car broke down (2020) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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Jared and Jensen have tried so hard to get you out of your shell by meeting fans and going with them to panels to talk to them, most of which have worked. You're still camera shy and hate being in the limelight, but what’s the harm in getting to know the fan base that single-handedly made the entire Supernatural fandom?

They’ve proven to be nothing but loveable and charming since you first made an appearance, and you’re not going to start now. There are fans who have dedicated their time to making sure you fit right into this family, and you adore every single one of them. 

Jared and Jensen and proud of the progress you’ve made over the past seven months, and you’re kind of proud of yourself too. Never did you think you’d want to join them on their panels and make a surprising guest appearance. There are tons of pictures of you and other fans going around that you have encouraged them to take which also helps your self-esteem for the camera. The more you see your pictures circulate, the more you believe they actually want you in their fandom.

It’s a family you’re so excited to be part of.

Jensen and Jared are on their way to a convention while you’re at home doing research for their next YouTube video. A lot of work goes into each and every video and you’re the one who does the research. You’re writing down some notes when you get a call from one of your boyfriends.

“Hey, how’s the car ride? Jared annoying you yet?” you chuckle.

“Not so good. The car broke down. I keep telling Jared to fix the damn thing. Can you pick us up?”

“Where are you guys?”

“On the 290 after Giddings.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there. It’s going to take me an hour.”

“That’s fine.”

You put everything on hold and leave to be their rescuer. After an hour, you notice Jared and Jensen on the side of the road arguing with one another most likely about the situation they’re in. As soon as they see you, their mood is lifted. They hook their car to yours so you can drag it behind yours.

“Why did I drive all the way out here if you two could have gotten an Uber?” you chuckle as you drive away.

“Then we wouldn't get to see your beautiful face,” Jared smiles and kisses your cheek.

“Stop,” you blush.

If Jensen and Jared are participating in the convention then you are, too. You’re not going to drive all the way home just to come back and pick them up. It’s nice to get away from your research and be with the fans even though you’re still kind of shy. When you get there, you three head backstage. Everyone is already there waiting for them, so both men get prepared to do their panel. You sit down on the couch and pull your phone out to keep yourself busy.

When Jensen and Jared come back, they smirk at each other. You’re the only three inside the room while everyone else is putting stuff on the stage. Jensen takes a seat next to you and leans into your neck where he lightly nips the skin.

“What are you doing?” you giggle and move away from him.

“Come on stage with us.”

“No, I’m okay right now,” you shake your head.

Jensen’s light nips turn into sucking and licking. You close your eyes and hold back a moan. This is exactly what he wants and you’re not going to give it to him. Jared sits on the other side of you and pulls your face into his so he can kiss you. Both men are making you forget you’re at a convention and not in the bedroom.

“Come out with us,” Jared mumbles against your lips. “It’ll be fun.”

You try to protest but what Jensen is doing is enough to convince you.

“Fine.” Both men pull away from you, and you wipe your neck. “You better not have left a mark.”

“You’re fine. Come on.”

The panel begins thirty minutes later, and the fans cheer when they see you step onto the stage. You shyly wave at them and accept a microphone from one of the crew members.

“They made me come out here,” you say and everyone laughs.

The first few questions were directed toward Jared and Jensen, and you find yourself zoning out a few times. This happens to you often. It’s not that you’re not interested in what’s happening here, you’re just recharging your brain.

“This one is actually for Y/N.” You snap back into reality and smile at the young woman who stepped up to the microphone. “So, I recently saw a video of Jensen and Jared, and I noticed a stack of books in the background. What’s on your TBR list?”

“Yeah, those are all my books,” you chuckle nervously. How can you tell them you’re into reading fanfiction right now? “I have a bunch of different stuff I like to read.”

“Like what?”

“Tell them,” Jensen smirks.

“Don’t lie this time,” Jared snickers.

“Ooh, tell us what?” the fan asks.

“I hate you both,” you say to your boyfriends. “I like to read mystery and thrillers and romance. You know, dabble in almost every kind of genre.”

“No, tell them the truth,” Jensen shakes his head.

Everyone laughs at your slight embarrassment. Maybe that’s why they asked you to come onto this stage.

“I like to read fanfiction.”

Whistles and cheers come from across the crowd.

“Do you mind if I ask what kind of fanfiction?” the same fan asks.

“Oh, you know of Supernatural,” you say quietly with a laugh.

“Yeah, about me and Jared specifically.”

“Don’t tell them that,” you chuckle nervously. “There’s so many good stories out there. I mainly use Tumblr to read. I like all kinds of fanfiction, especially the angsty ones. I bet some of you are fanfiction authors.” Cheers tells you that you’re right. “If you’d like, I can give you my Tumblr username. I’d like for you to send me stories you love so I can read them. After the panel, I can meet with you guys if you want.”

“You’re awesome,” the fan smiles and walks back to her seat.

Jensen and Jared love that you found something to talk about that makes you comfortable. Books and reading have always been a topic of conversation for you no matter who you’re talking to.

“They get sexual sometimes,” Jared smirks.

“Okay, I’m outta here. My time has come.”

You hop off your chair and kiss both men on the cheeks before leaving the stage. Jensen and Jared love to tease the hell out of you but you know they do it out of love. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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how do you think the companions would react to a mute or deaf inquisitor? like one who communicates through sign language?

“Companions react to Mute/Deaf Inquisitor”

I try to do my research for the most part when I do these posts. So if I do get something wrong, please let me know! I enjoy getting the chance to understand topics further and getting to hear from you guys! And thank you anon!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-One of the many who struggle with communication and now he’s learning that you can communicate through your hands. He’s a little worried about you being on the battlefield but he’ll try not to mother you. He knows the others have your back and, hey, you’ve been fighting before you were even part of the Inquisition so that reassures him. He struggles to learn sign-language but instead, if the Inquisitor is deaf, will communicate through simply passing along some paper. Same with if deaf but he’ll mostly speak to you and rely on a written response.

Josephine

-Josey is an ambassador for the Inquisition, of course she’s going to know a few languages. If she doesn’t, she usually tries to learn them as soon as possible. Like Cullen, she’ll be worried about you when in the field, but outside of it she finds no problems. She’ll go with you wherever when in Haven/Skyhold, translating for people or for you. Anyone who tries to disresepct you behind your back will get a stern talking to.

Leliana

-She always did say the best spy was one who didn’t speak. Maybe not so surprisingly she knows several forms of sign language for different languages and will make sure on which ones to use for you. If a message needs to be said, she’ll say it for you. Though, sometimes, she’ll watch as people make fools of themselves either by talking rudely to you when your deaf or asking why you aren’t responding when mute. Proceeds to introduce you as the Inquisitor and that you’re deaf/mute. 

Vivienne

-Not so surprised. Is actually another one who stays by your side, either translating or shutting down anyone who so happens to make a comment about you. Tries to stay where you can see her, either her hands or mouth being visible for you. Sometimes when translating for you, she’ll add in her own comment but makes sure people know that it’s her opinion and not yours. “The Inquisitor bids you welcome. I, on the other hand, hope your stay is very short.”

Varric

-Varric finds it pretty interesting, having met a few people in his travels who couldn’t speak or hear. Wasn’t able to pick up on sign language but he won’t try to exclude you because he doesn’t know what you’re saying. He’ll try any methods of talking with you or getting to know what you’re saying, including through drawings. He’s not the best artist but you both find it such a goofy way of communicating. Makes many people question how ya’ll even know what either of you are saying, especially when you’re both nodding sagely over a drawing of a nug with a crown.

Cole

-He knows you’re speaking, but the words aren’t coming out. Right for you, but not right for others. Cole is very confused on why no one else can hear you until he realises they can’t hear the ghost of your words. Don’t rely too much on him to translate, we all know his speech patterns. Especially when he does translate for you, he’ll either say everything on your mind or too little of what you want to say. But it is pretty funny when he tries to do a voice for you. Most specificly when you’re trying to act intimidating and he just makes his voice rough and tough. He’s trying his best.

Solas

-He finds no problem with it. Might find it slightly difficult when trying to translate certain elven words, especially if the Inquisitor doesn’t know elven. but that won’t stop him. Solas will try to find a way to describe it or use appropriate wording to get his point across or to explain certain words. He’s very patient with you and will even ask you to teach him a few signs so that it’s easier for you. Even tries to keep an eye on your hands if you’re mute so that he can see when you wish to speak.

Cassandra

-The one who gets frustrated the most over it. She’s trying, she really is. She does know some sign language, but only some. She’ll get words wrong or mistranslate sometimes. But even worse when she forgets because she’ll go on long tangents or going over plans and will look at you for input and it just hits her. Has to get you paper and a quill to write out responses or even she’ll write out her whole thing. Cass isn’t frustrated with you, she’s frustrated with trying to remember these things as well as sign language.

The Iron Bull

-He knows a few words and phrases but he also teaches you a few of his own. He works around it, makes sure you know it’s not a hinderance. Pretty impressed with how you power through, becoming a leader and, because of you, most of Skyhold actually knows a bit of sign-language. Unlike the others, though, if someone asks what you’re saying, he’s going to tell them either to guess or that it’s time for them to learn a new language. Bull’s only messing with people but if you ask him to stop he will. (Fun fact: Krem taught him sign language. Krem was a little excited to speak with you when he saw you using it.) Speaking of Krem, you know how he sits to Bull’s blind side? Bull will do the same for you except being your ears if deaf or being your voice if mute.

Dorian

-Genuinely one of the most curious of your group. Dorian’ll sit down with you for hours just to learn, eventually being able to have conversations with you in more easier terms. He’ll still talk (a lot) but now it’s accompanied by him moving his hands, either to help you or to just practice. He also enjoys how private it can be, not having to worry about listening ears or unwanted company. He tries to help as much as you’ll let him, either deaf or mute and will interpret when needed. Also uses it to shit talk but only around you or those in your group. Josephine cuaght him once and gave him a talking because one of the nobles actually knew sign language.

Sera

-It’s not her type of sign language. Which is either signs like moving forward or a certain finger. More frustrated than Cassandra sometimes but also has fun with it. Might be irritating with certain people as she tries to guess what you’re saying, going through charades to get your point across or even hers. She’s even tried to create her own and teach it to you. Most of the time it’s just words that already exist but smashed together like shitbiscuit. She’ll try testing things with you, like if your senses are heightened due to one of them being gone. Specificlly by throwing apples at you. Might want to work on your reflexes.

Blackwall

-He’s trying, I promise. He’s able to guess but it does little when you’re trying to get whole phrases or sentences out. It’ll take Blackwall a second to remember what that certain hand movement means but he’ll get there. Same as Bull where he’ll act as your ears but not your voice. Does not want to be responsible for that or equivalate his voice as yours. His main answer is “You give the orders, I follow them.” Sometimes will just walk up to you saying he’s got this and then try to sign to you and ask if he did it correctly. It’s a 50/50 chance he did. 

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Can I request a Larissa weems x genderfluid reader.

R is also a shape shifter and ends up screwing Larissa on one of their masc days however neither of them realise that r can get Larissa pregnant. So a couple months later when Larissa starts getting morning sickness it leads to an oh shit moment between the two and they both start freaking out about knowing nothing about kids. Marilyn finds them freaking out and reminds them that their both idiots cause they've dedicated their lives to teaching/guiding outcast children and have been acting parents to them for years.

Hey my dear anon! I tried my best with this please let me know if something doesn’t fit the gn r role. It’s my first time writing for that and I don’t have much experience but I’m hoping my research has helped some.

Could we be mothers

*Authors note~ this is my first attempt at a fic like this so please let me know if there's anyways I could improve for the future also would like to dedicate this to my favourite couple who helped me to accept myself. for who I am and wish their newborn daughter E.R.H on the 5•03•23! A very happy welcome to the world little one <3 she’s absolutely gorgeous and a sign that anyone can be a parent as long as they have love and care in their hearts*

Trigger warnings~ pregnancy wlw pregnancy ?mentions of smutt

Prompt~ see the ask^^

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Gender always seemed like a funny concept to you. One you had battled with for so many years. Yet not only did you have to battle with accepting yourself, you had to battle with the acceptance of others. Ultimately that was the worst part. Knowing not everyone would accept you for yourself was ultimately heartbreaking. You spent years being misgendered and called some of the most hateful names by some of the people who were meant to love and care for you the most.

That's why when you met the goddess of a women that was Larissa Weems, you felt as if the lords above had blessed you with your very own angel. Someone to love, hold and cherish you for who you truly were. Larissa will always be a dream come true for you. She loved you like no other ever had. You were learning what you should've learned years ago, what love actually felt like. Your ability and your gender were just two of the reasons you had been through hell and back. The fact that Larissa was also a shape shifter took that fear away. Then she was the most accepting over your gender, even helping you pick out some more masculine looking clothes for the days you didn't feel comfortable in your body.

Your relationship with Larissa is quite simply amazing, in every single aspect, the fact you could shift parts of your body made certain aspects of the relationship so much more interesting. It allows you to feel everything just as a typical cis man would. That made it even more special knowing you were both able to enjoy the act. Plus you didn't have to worry about pregnancy. That's a win win right? Well that's what you thought.

Larissa had called you into the bathroom sounding absolutely terrified, instantly you were up and racing to join her. She had curled herself up into a ball against the wall, head resting on her knees as she sobbed quietly. Something was wrong. "Ris?" You murmured taking in the scene in front of you. All she did was hand you a little white test. A test? You glanced down at the test, it had two blue lines. Immediately your brain recognised what was happening. But it can't? Surly? How could this happen? I mean you knew how but how exactly.

You made your way to gather Larissa in your arms, externally seeming calm and collected but internally you were freaking out. Could you be a parent? A mom? Or dad? What would you even prefer to be? Larissa would be a stunning mother, you knew that. You saw how she doted on the students, loving and supporting them every day. But you? How could you be a good parent when you had no experience in the matter. Your own childhood wasn't a great one, could you be any different?

What did a baby even need? Would you hold it correctly? What if it was a boy? How would you explain things typically a father would? Neither of you had any experience with babies. Both having your own set of challenges, yet this child would be yours and Larissa's. They would be absolutely stunning you knew that. There was no doubt they would be the most perfect baby to ever exist and oh so loved. But sometimes loving someone means letting them go. If you didn't feel like you could be a good parent then why would you subject an innocent child to an inadequate parent?

Little did you know Larissa was having similar thoughts and the thoughts of guilt. Would you stay with her? Would you be mad? Would you blame her? Or worse would you think she had cheated? Obviously you would never assume that, you knew how much she loves you. You lost count of how long you sat together, holding each other and reassuring the other that you weren't mad or leaving.

Marilyn had been searching for Larissa, school related issue, yet she seemed to come up empty handed so made her way to your private quarters. Neither of you had heard her entrance to the room and she didn't call out, absolutely stuck in your own world. It was a gasp that drew your attention, Marilyn stood with a big smile, spotting the little white test. You glanced between her and Larissa and shook your head in a silent cue. Marilyn understood instantly that you were both doubting yourself and abilities. She instantly began showering you with praises and kind words. Truly she knew you both would be amazing parents to this little one.

"Y/n, Larissa, this baby will be so loved you don't have to worry, I see you both with the students here. You love, support and cherish them. Many of the students view you as chosen family. And I know that because they have told me. In fact a few have even slipped calling you mum or dad when referring to you. And having a little one of your own, both of you, will be the most precious gift. So how about we stand up wipe our tears so I can congratulate two of the most amazing friends I have." Her tone leaving no room for argument and you couldn't help but laugh pulling Larissa to her feet gently. You both really were being silly, of course you would be amazing parents and this baby would be so very loved. You would stand by Larissa every day and raise your baby together in a home, well school, filled with love.

Word count ~ 1129