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[edorazzi]

Page 47 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix takes the risk of opening up to his uncle and dragging old wounds to the surface... 💔🩹

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[wttcsms]

vampire hunter!reader x vampire!kageyama ft. enemies to lovers, forced proximity, forced alliance, temporary truce, a dynamic inspired by the concept of soulmates but w a twist!!! slowburn!!!! it was originally a fic series on my old blog and here is the synopsis!! hoping to dust this one off from my drafts too, lmk if you’re interested!!!

(another note: this au/universe dynamics was created when i was 16 lol. my idea is that in order to level the playing field, vampire hunters are a race blessed by witches to have superhuman strength and reflexes bc how tf is a regular human supposed to compete with a vamp 🤨 then i added the idea that when a vamp hunter kills a vampire, to serve as motivation to continue hunting, they absorb a bit of that vamp’s power too, and life force. essentially, vamp hunters can remain their youthful appearances and strength by constantly killing and the older/stronger the kill, the better the benefits; it’ll be this whole thing in the fic teehee)

the fortunate are born with silver spoons in their mouths to cease their wailing.

you are not fortunate.

instead, you are ripped from your mother's womb, and there is no silver spoon present; just a stake, carved from the strongest and most resilient of all rowan trees, a sign of the arduous life you will be fated to live.

you come from a long line of vampire hunters — the supernatural who loathe the supernatural. isn’t that just so ironic? a race blessed by the first ancient, most powerful witches, there is no mistaking that the blood running through your veins runs a different shade of red from that of anyone else.

the more vampires you kill, the longer you live, and no one ever mentions the fact that immortality requires a great deal of stamina, and you're just fucking tired. you’re born with one purpose in life and one purpose only: to take down as many vampires as you possibly can. and while you totally agree that what you're doing is important work, sometimes a girl just has to catch a break, you know?

and if there's a will, there's a way — or, you know, fate. because magic requires balance. every hunter is inherently connected to a vampire, and by killing the vampire their soul is bonded with, the hunter is finally set free of all vampire hunting duties. sounds super easy, right?

wrong! because at the top of your hit list is tobio kageyama, and he's definitely not going down without a fight..

that is, he originally wasn't going to, until he went and angered some powerful ass witch, and now as a punishment, it's not just his soul that's bonded with yours—

—it’s your life forces. ergo, he dies, you die right with him. and, spoiler alert: you're not ready to die! and you're definitely not dying because of this idiot!

so now you have to travel halfway across the world, searching for a witch who can break this dumbass bond between you two, and then the moment you're home free, you are staking this stupid bastard the first chance you get. and while the two of you have centuries of experience of being on the run, the two of you have never been on the run with another person tagging along. so, now you're stuck traveling the world and trying not to get killed with a temperamental, childish, emotionally constipated, arrogant, (slightly!) attractive vampire. you know, the one vampire in the world that you have to kill if you ever want to break free of the restraints the universe has bound you with.

or, in which before you can kill tobio kageyama, you have to save his ass first.

[moonculus]

terrible things ~ wilbur x reader

angst

warnings: death, weapons, kissing (all non-descriptive)

pronouns: implied she/her

notes: inspired by the song, terrible things by mayday parade. i apologize in advance <3

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that’s when i met your father, the boy of my dreams. the most beautiful man that i’d ever seen.

“mommy?”

you looked away from your coffee cup to meet your child’s bright eyes staring back at you.

“yes, honey?” you asked, smiling softly.

“what happened to my father?”

immediately, you felt your heart tighten. you had put off talking about your husband for as long as you possibly could. phil, techno, even tommy. everyone who cared for you worried about you. you had thrown yourself into caring for your child, barely even giving yourself time to feel.

“when you’re older, baby,” you tilted your head sympathetically.

the daughter clung to your leg, pouting up at you with puppy eyes. the same her father would make whenever he wanted a hug or kiss from you. you were never the disciplinarian. to be honest, neither of you were. you hoisted your daughter onto your lap, preparing yourself emotionally.

“well, since i was your age, i was convinced i would be a leader. no one could ever tell me i needed a husband, i thought boys were frivolous. while my friends would talk about crushes and cooties, i would talk about sword skills and the inner workings of our country. i never thought i’d need anyone. until i met your father…”

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you swung your wooden makeshift sword at a tree, grunting as it was stuck in the bark. you pulled at the handle, kicked at the stump, and eventually plopped down in the grass beside it, frustratedly.

“need some help?” a soft voice asked you.

a small boy your age crooked glasses and a yellow sweater he seemed to be quickly outgrowing.

“no. i can do it myself,” you huffed, brushing yourself off and attempting to pull the sword out again.

“my dad says it’s always best to accept help, even if you think you don’t deserve it.”

“my dad used to say if you can’t do things on your own, you shouldn’t do them at all.”

“your dad’s wrong,” the boy shrugged, leaning against the tree.

“do you mind?”

“i’m wilbur,” he grinned, sticking his hand out for you.

“i’m tired of this,” you folded your arms against your chest.

“well, tired of this. do you want to be friends?”

“my dad said friends make you weak,” you muttered, shifting from foot to foot.

“your dad’s wrong,” he repeated, smiling. “anyways. sometimes, everyone needs a knight in shining armor.”

with a swift hit to the handle in exactly the right place, the sword fell to the grass. your chest rose and fell as you glared at the weapon.

“thank you,” you mumbled.

“i’ll take a friendship as an apology.”

you rolled your eyes at him, a smile threatening to cross your face.

“fine.”

wilbur’s face lit up with a toothy smile.

“but,” you began, pointing a finger at him. “only because i owe you.”

“oh, of course,” he nodded, stifling a grin.

“y/n. my name. i’m y/n.”

“y/n,” he repeated. “i like it. i’ll see you around, y/n.”

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“and then what happened?”

your curious daughter that had been squirming in your lap, now settled, relaxing in your arms.

“well, a few years passed, and we became practically attached at the hip. inseparable…”

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i can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me

“stay together- be safe!” phil called after the two of you, as if you would’ve gladly left the other alone.

“we will!” you chorused, already bolting away.

the once short and underdeveloped boy had grown into a lanky, somewhat scrawny teenager. stretch marks dotted his knees from an unexpected growth spurt at twelve. he had long since ditched his glasses, claiming that he was too mature for his crooked lenses. suspiciously, he had adopted the spectacles back once he had overheard a conversation between niki and yourself in which you told her you thought boys with glasses were cute.

the two of you flopped onto your backs at the same willow tree you had first met. it had become a memorial of the start of your friendship, a place you visited often.

clouds drifted through the sky, the both of you pointing out ones that looked like ducks and cats.

“d’ya ever think about your future?” wilbur asked you out of the blue.

“yeah. i’m gonna be a ruler. you can be one of my royal consorts,” you shrugged.

“what’s a consort?”

“i dunno, i heard my mom use it once. i suppose it’s like an advisor of some kind. you’re my second in command!”

“well, i’m fine being your second. as long as you don’t let it go to your head,” he nudged you, smiling.

you rolled your head to the side, meeting gazes with wil. his eyes searched your face, and for a second you were confused. you had barely even acknowledged the thought of crushes- you didn’t know what they felt like. later on, you could assume it felt a little like this.

the two of you leaned in, connecting your lips gently. neither of you had any clue what you were doing, it was both of your first kisses. as soon as it began, you pulled away. you didn’t miss the blush creeping into wilbur’s cheeks, just as he didn’t miss the smile you tried to hide behind your hand.

“i- crap. i li-“ wil stammered.

“i know.”

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“ew, cooties!”

“you’re right, cooties. that’s why you never kiss boys,” you pointed at your daughter.

“anyways, we loved each other. we had since the day we met, just were too young to know it…”

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im asking you, please. you know that i love you, will you marry me?

“gods, you look beautiful, honey,” niki cooed as she placed flowers behind your ears.

“you think so?”

“i know so! wil is going to be speechless.”

“we haven’t been out for weeks, with all of the battle preparations,” you sighed, placing your face in your hand.

“don’t remind me. there you are, perfect!” niki smiled, squeezing your shoulders gently.

“thank you so much, i owe you.”

“oh, hush. you owe me nothing,” she dismissed. “now, hurry! he’s waiting.”

there was a calm breeze as you walked to your willow tree. the air smelled floral and familiar, like it was curated just for you. you heard the soft strum of a guitar, and your steps quickened.

a grin plastered itself across your face as you saw your love, surrounded by blue petals and lanterns, plucking the strings of his instrument. it was a scene out of a movie as you took a seat in front of him. he smiled at you softly, not speaking until the melody finished.

“i love you,” he began, clasping his hands around your own. “i have loved you since i’ve known you. you are my muse, my meaning. without you, i’d perish beyond means. i promise i’ll care for you when you’re sick, when you take up half of the bed, when you insist on midnight walks- i’ll take it all.”

by now, tears of happiness were falling down your face, you practically already nodding.

“y/n y/l/n,” he started, pulling out a dark ring.

you interrupted him, throwing your arms around his neck and all but tackling him to the ground.

“will- you- marry- me-“ he laughed in between kisses. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

“yes, yes. of course it’s a yes, you idiot. i love you,” you smiled.

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“but if you lived happily ever after, where’s dad?”

again, your heart felt pained. your eyes filled with tears as you squeezed your daughter’s hand.

“sometimes, it was just never meant to be…”

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please don’t be sad now, i really believe, you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

you were married as soon as possible, only your close friends and family invited to the wedding at the willow tree. a few months later, you were expecting. once you told wilbur, he was ecstatic. your family was growing. alas, the past few weeks had been strained. wil had grown further apart from you, feeling as if he were worlds away while he laid next to you. it all became clear, all the pieces clicking once the three of you stood in the final control room.

“wil, please. you’re going to have a child- you have me! you can’t do this, think of everyone,” you pleaded as phil held your arm.

“i’m sorry, my love. truly. i wish there were another way. i will never stop loving you. never,” he smiled sadly, his fingers dancing across the button that would annihilate your entire nation.

“it was never meant to be.”

phil held you close as you sobbed, his shouts at his son drowned out by the sounds of explosions. once the dust settled, you saw your boy, the same one who had always had the brightest eyes, dull and lifeless as he stared at you.

“i love you,” he mouthed as he nodded at phil.

you didn’t quite understand what was happening, not until it happened. your hand flew to your mouth to muffle your screams as the man’s blade plunged itself into it’s target. you scrambled to your lover, his soul already left his body. you cradled him in your arms as long as you could before his father had to carry you away from him.

from that day forward, you pledged to throw everything you could into daughter- the legacy of your late husband. you swore you’d never leave her.

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don’t let it get you, i can’t bare to see the same happen to you.

“he’s gone?” she breathed out, tears falling down her little face.

“yes,” you sniffled, failing to hold back your own tears. “yes, he’s gone. but he loved us very much, even if he never got to meet you.”

your daughter clung to your shirt, not fully understanding everything. you would explain to her later more in depth, when she was old enough to understand.

“you were his unfinished symphony. his little melody,” you smiled down at her.

melody would learn to understand her father through stories from you, her uncles, and her grandfather. the two of you continued to visit his final resting place- the willow tree you had buried him at. for a while, it had only reminded you of misery, memories you’d never get to relive. but, ever since melody had been born, the tree was rejuvenated. it even seemed to sway as if it were listening when you spoke.

your wilbur, his love, and your baby, melody.

your symphony.

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[franniebanana]

CQL Rewatch - Ep 19

Wow, Wei Wuxian looks so rough here. He’s spent some time under the knife (with no anesthetic), and then after that, he has just been waiting around for Jiang Cheng. It’s been seven days since Jiang Cheng went up that mountain. And of course Wei Wuxian is worried about him. What if something happened on his way down the mountain? What if he’d been captured or killed by the Wens? All the while, he’s basically defenseless here in Yiling (iirc). He’s sweating profusely, clutching at his middle—it’s possible he’s even suffering from an infection due to the transfer surgery. Seriously, the poor guy!

I love the visuals here: all these cloaked figures just filling this tea house, and not another soul in there other than the waiters. It’s both comical and heartbreaking the way that Wei Wuxian tries to immediately nope out of there, because he knows it’s a trap right away. Even with his Golden Core, I don’t know if he could have escaped them all—there were too many Wens, including the Core-Melting Hand. This part always really gets to me, because it truly is the first death of Wei Wuxian. It’s the death of who he once was: that smart, quirky, rascal of a youth, who made a very honest oath that essentially guided him to this point.

No joke, the first time I watched this, I was like, “Is that Lotus Pier? How tf did he get there?! How much did they change the story?!” And then a few seconds later, I realized this was a super sad dream/vision that Jiang Cheng was having and I channeled all my anger into sadness. This part is also super depressing. He has this vision of this happy family: his mother laughing, his father kissing his hand, just the picture of love. But it’s so far from what he had growing up, and you just realize that his greatest desire was really to have that happy family. But his parents are dead, he’s lost just about everyone at Lotus Pier—it’s so heartbreaking.

God, he just looks so broken! I’m sad now.

So even though I know the cost of Jiang Cheng’s happiness is Wei Wuxian giving up his own Golden Core, I still feel so happy here, seeing Jiang Cheng feeling like himself again. It’s because Wei Wuxian knows Jiang Cheng’s heart truly that he could offer up his own future so that Jiang Cheng could have a better one. I also just love this shot of Jiang Cheng kowtowing to the Immortal One, thanking her for healing him, and the camera pans past him, showcasing the beautiful scenery again. And then he walks down the mountain path with such a spring in his step! I love it!

I love that Wei Wuxian is still able to use his mind and play to their weaknesses. Wang Lingjao is extremely superstitious and fearful of the supernatural, and just the idea that he could haunt them scares the shit out of her. It’s just very cool to me that with all the abuse he endures, he still maintains a clear head and is able to fight back with his wit. This is yet another reason why I get annoyed when I see Wei Wuxian characterized as an idiot or someone who isn’t very smart. He proves his wit in just about every scene, so I don’t know why he gets this reputation in fanon. I feel like it’s derived from some overused yaoi/shojo trope where the “girl” has to be less smart than the “guy.” I don’t know how many things I’ve watched and read with a scatterbrained (but not charming) female lead—it’s overused.

This is so cool, because Wei Wuxian is scared out of his mind—he’s terrified of being left to die in the Burial Mounds. He’s heard all the stories: people don’t return, their souls get torn apart, etc. But what is cool is that he turns everything around and makes this place his source of power. He’s the man who conquered the Burial Mounds. It’s very satisfying to see that. FYI, I’m not going to talk about how he falls for like 20 minutes.

But I do think it’s really cool how the dark spirits catch him (and that’s all I’ll say).

This part still gives me major chills: you hear so many people calling out Wei Wuxian’s name, and then a “Wei Ying” breaks through. My breath always catches in my throat the first time I hear it. And then you hear it again, and the other voices have faded away before you hear it a third time. And that all feels nice until the screaming starts, which is hard to listen to, let alone hard to watch Wei Wuxian go through the mental turmoil.

Lan Wangji is back, bitches! He’s got a new title, a new headdress, and he’s hotter than ever. Jokes aside, though, this entrance is beyond epic. Other than that tiny glimpse of him in the last episode, it’s been ages since we’ve seen him, and it’s so satisfying that we get this great entrance, walking up this enormous staircase. Obviously by this point, I’m ecstatic to see him (it’s been way too long). Everything about this scene is great, from his entrance, to the way he uses his guqin as a spiritual tool, to the way he and Jiang Cheng are now a team. I don’t think there’s an awful lot of comradery there, but they have a common goal: find Wei Wuxian.

So we’re not really used to seeing a ton of emotion from Lan Wangji. Even when he’s annoyed, he doesn’t tend to show it. But, man, he is pissed here. Because of the magic of fiction, he’s probably heard the Wens’ conversation as he was walking up the stairs, so he heard them mocking Wei Wuxian (and the Yunmeng Jiang Sect), and he is not happy about it. He even uses the Chord Assassination Technique right off the bat against at least two of the Wen soldiers. Lan Wangji means business, and he’s not leaving until he gets what he wants.

The other great thing is that he doesn’t even need to come up all the way. He defeats them at a distance, while he’s still on the stairs. And the power and respect he commands is so great that they all know him by his face.

What Wen Chao does here is so relatable. His girlfriend is freaking out, having nightmares, convinced Wei Wuxian is going to turn into a ferocious ghost and haunt them until they lose their minds, and he, of course, rationalizes: they’ve sent so many people to the Burial Mounds and none of them have ever come back. In other words, “You’re being ridiculous.” But when he turns away from her, you can see the fear in his own eyes. When something spooky happens, my first step is always to rationalize—there’s a logical explanation for most things, right? And it always makes you feel better to rationalize it to someone else, but when you’re alone and thinking, your mind starts to wonder, your imagination starts to go wild. It’s easy to psyche yourself up in the dark and quiet of the night.

There’s this really gorgeous cello version of “Wuji” playing during this scene—it’s so beautiful, so moving, hitting me right in the feels. The look on Lan Wangji’s face when Jiang Cheng is telling him about how he and Wei Wuxian were supposed to meet in Yiling, how he thought Wei Wuxian had abandoned him to meet up with Lan Wangji in Lanling—he looks so defeated there. Defeated despite taking down the Qishan Indoctrination Bureau. Defeated because he hasn’t found who he’s been searching for. And then he holds Suibian so tenderly and lovingly—I’m emotional, okay?

It’s really cute and heartwarming to see Jin Zixuan starting to fall for Jiang Yanli. We’ve known for quite some time how Yanli feels for him, so it’s quite satisfying to see his walls come down as he starts to care more and more about her. He becomes protective of her. When she gasps at the hanging head at the gates of Qinghe, his instinct is to hold her—of course, he stops himself, but it’s very obvious that he wants to comfort her physically (and not in a dirty way, get your minds out of the gutter).

I love the dichotomy here: on one end, you have Jin Zixuan asking Lan Wangji where Wei Wuxian is, while you have Jiang Yanli echoing that on the other end with Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng can’t answer—he’s crying, trembling, emotionally responding to his sister without speaking. And Lan Wangji can’t speak either. His lips part, but no words come out. Again, you get this great sense of defeat from him—he’s completely at a loss, but he can’t or chooses not to show those emotions.

It’s also interesting how they kind of clipped the reunion between the Yunmeng Jiang siblings in favor of showing the conversation between Jin Zixuan and Lan Wangji. In my opinion, it’s to remind us of the reunion that isn’t happening right now—the one that should have been—the one between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian. And why isn’t it happening? The conversation reminds us that he’s still missing. I don’t doubt the importance of the Yunmeng Jiang siblings in this story—they are obviously instrumental to the plot and to Wei Wuxian—but it’s choices like this where the writers/scene directors remind us that the relationship to focus on is the one between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji, and not Jiang Cheng, holds onto Suibian, the only remaining item that is most spiritually connected to Wei Wuxian. Isn’t that interesting?

“A-Cheng, you’ve grown up. As your sister, there’s nothing I can do but worry about you.” Such a wise line—such a sad line. This really brings out how powerless she feels in the lives of her brothers. She’s a bystander, she has no influence. All she can do is watch and worry, and nothing either of them says or does will change that. It’s something we as parents and caretakers and guardians at some point have to admit: we can’t control our children’s lives, we can’t control those we take care of. Once they reach a point in their lives, it’s them who has to make their own decisions. They must thrive on their own, they must fail on their own. And all we can do is watch and worry and hope for the best. God, Yanli breaks my heart.

Me in bed when I watch a scary movie any time of the day.

She does crazy so well, though.

Other episodes: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 |

[wincestismyguiltypleasure]

Warnings: Weecest, a little angsty, jealous!Sam, bratty, emotional, and confused baby brother content, feminization, name calling, humiliation, sadist!Dean, spankings, and of course, that sweet, sweet fucked up codependency. 💋

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Sam just wanted Dean's attention. He always had.

And when he didn't get it, Sam felt not only emotionally, but physically injured by his brother's "neglect." Like Dean had taken his switchblade to Sam's heart, cutting it open just a little bit to play with it. As if he was curious to what was inside. Like Dean had no clue know that every vein, artery, and nerve worked in unison for him.

And over the years, that small wound had ripped open wider and wider on it's own, even though it was no secret that Dean's life had always revolved around Sam.

Perhaps it was a product of Sam's jealousy? His resentment towards John and the unshakable devotion Dean showed him?

Sam didn't really know. But no matter the cause, what was once a dull ache in Sam's chest was now a blinding pain. The only hope of soothing it resting solely on his big brother's touch.

And the worst part about it? Dean knew. He knew Sam was desperate for something so simple as a sideways glance or a pat on the back. Sam would poke and prod and tug at the hem of Dean's shirt for just the slightest bit of recognition, like he really didn't know that he was already the very center of his big brother's entire world.

It was infuriating sometimes, and it made Dean want to be cruel just to prove a point. Besides, at the end of the day, Dean was still Sam's big brother. Ignoring him was part of Dean's job description. And maybe, just maybe, Dean got a sick sense of satisfaction out of making Sammy beg like a slut for something that was already his.

"Dean, c'mon! Pay attention!"

John had only been gone for ten minutes before Sam was shaking Dean's leg violently, trying to make his brother look up from the magazine he was reading.

"Jesus Christ, Sam. Can't you leave me alone for five fucking seconds?"

Dean doesn't have to see Sam's face to know the younger boy is pouting; the corner of his lips turning up in a twisted smirk at the thought of his little brother's pretty eyes starting to water.

There's no answer to Dean's question, just a loud huff and the sound of the bathroom door slamming, rusty screws barely keeping it on the hinges.

And if Dean didn't get such a kick out of being an asshole to his needy little brother he might have felt bad for hurting Sam's feelings. But he doesn't, mainly because this was all part of the sick, fucked up game they'd been playing since Sam had turned sixteen. This volatile give and take, back and forth, born out of Sam's misguided pain. The younger boy thinking that Dean loved John more than him and Dean's cutthroat determination to prove his little brother wrong. To show Sam that even if he isn't looking, he's still paying attention. And that he couldn't stop paying attention to Sam even if he tried.

Honestly, Dean still gets a little hot under the collar thinking about the first Sammy pushed his buttons like this. He'd been both mortified and so disgustingly turned on when he found out that his sweet baby brother knew just how to act bratty and coy to get fucked through the mattress. God, Dean was so pissed and guilty about it at the time that he'd almost thrown up afterwards.

Even now, Dean feels kinda queasy. But the feeling is so simple to ignore this go around because he's also rock hard and shaking a little from the anticipation.

Oh, and of course, Sam makes him wait. Almost two fucking hours. Tiny beads of water still dripping from the younger boy's long, dirty blonde hair when Sam finally emerges from the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of lacy blue panties and a triumphant smile.

"Seriously, Samuel?" Dean asks, trying his best to keep his voice steady as he tosses his magazine to the side and sits up.

But Sam, being the shameless little tease that he is, just grins wider and does a slow turn. Making sure to show off every sharp curve and flawless inch of sun kissed skin he had before looking over at Dean and giggling.

"Think you can ignore me now, big brother?"

Sam barely gets the words out before Dean is off the bed, marching over to him with purpose, not stopping until the two of them are only a few inches apart and his baby brother's eyes are wide with fear.

"What do you want, Sam?" The older boy asks through gritted teeth, even though the answer is so painfully obvious.

And even though it is, Sam can't say it. He's never been able to because it's Dean's job to know. Without Dean guiding the way, Sam's just a confused kid with a need so intense and overwhelming that it could swallow him whole. And it would, if it wasn't for Dean.

Dean knows what Sam wants, and Sam hates the fact that he doesn't hate his brother for making him feel this way.

But still, he can't talk and he can't explain, so instead Sam just whines. Taking a timid step forward into his brother's personal space, searching for pity with those big innocent doe eyes. And fuck, does that do the trick. Every. Single. Time.

"What, baby?" Dean asks again, this time softer, his expression lightening as he grabs Sam by the wrist to pull him closer.

"Dean."

Sam's knees feel wobbly. His heart threatening to pound out of his chest because there's nothing in the world more intoxicating and simultaneously terrifying than looking into Dean's gorgeous green eyes when they're full of rage and passion.

"You want this?" Dean's voice is rough, like cigarette smoke blown over shattered glass as he guides Sam's trembling hand between his thighs. Pressing his little brother's warm palm hard against his erection before he makes Sam squeeze just a little, the both of them letting out a breathy groan.

"Please Dean," Sam whimpers, knees nearly buckling when Dean leans forward with a filthy grin, cherry red lips ghosting lightly over Sam's. The older boy teasing him like he always did. Pretending like wasn't eventually going to give Sam everything he wanted and more.

"Say it."

Sam's stomach clenches at the command, throat going dry because he hates this part. (Or at least Sam pretends that he does.)

"I want..." Sam groans, eyes closed tight as Dean nuzzles against him, making Sam go crazy with need. "I want your cock. Please Dean."

When Sam hears Dean chuckle, a low, filthy sound that makes his insides feel unbearably hot, Sam almost starts crying again. He's so naive and inexperienced compared to Dean. And Dean knows Sam feels like an idiot when his big brother makes him talk dirty. Which is exactly why he does it. The bastard.

"I know you do, baby boy," Dean laughs as he takes a step back, and Sam swears he feels his heart detach and drop into his stomach. Long, bony fingers instinctively trying to curl around Dean's shirt but to no avail.

"Dean-"

Sam's temper tantrum is cut short when Dean sits down on the foot of the bed and raises a hand, the look on his face calm but dangerous and it makes Sam almost swallow his own tongue.

"C'mere and lay across my lap."

"Why should I?"

Sam's voice doesn't sound like his own when he challenges his brother. It's weak and breathless and honestly, Sam can't believe an apex predator like Dean didn't go for his throat right then and there.

"You've been buckin' for my attention all day, sweetheart. You got a better way to get it?"

God, Sam wishes he did because the last thing he wants is to give in so easily. But what Sam's been dying for is right here in front of him now. Ripped jeans wrapped tight around thick thighs that he'd sell his soul to be bent over and Sam isn't about to turn down an open invitation.

"Gotta hand it to you, little brother," Dean says when Sam's finally stretched out across his lap. Sam's pretty face, flushed and tear stained, hidden in the mattress as Dean starts to soflty rub circles against his ass. "Despite all that fuss, you really are an obdient little bitch."

"Fuc-"

Sam nearly gags on his insult when he feels Dean's palm, rough and warm, connect with his right ass cheek. The blow hard enough to make his whole body jerk, tears of frustration rather than pain starting to blur his vision as he squirms in Dean's lap.

"Dean, please," Sam begs, his tight panties completely soaked through as he rubs himself desperately against Dean's thigh. His cock so hard and swollen that he feels a little dizzy, pleasure and pain fighting for dominance in his mind. Every one of his nerve endings on fire as Dean continues his ruthless assault. Each gentle touch followed by a thunderous smack that Sam swears makes his teeth rattle.

"Hey, don't cry, baby boy," Dean whispers when one of his rough blows finally rips a sob from Sam's throat. "This is what you wanted right? My undivided attention?"

Sam chokes back the urge to tell Dean that he hates him. One, because he doesn't. They both know that. And two, because if Sam doesn't swallow his pride soon and play by Dean's rules, he knows he'll never get want he really wants. That's what all this is about after all. Sam's insatiable need and Dean's absolute willingness to provide.

"C'mon, Sammy. You're a smart kid, you know what your answer should be."

Sam's only response is a loud, wanton groan, his knuckles turning chalk white around the blanket beneath him when he feels the tip of Dean's finger, rough and slick with spit, tease his rim. Pressing just hard enough to make Sam's hips jerk, but not applying quite enough pressure to slip inside him.

"Yes," Sam croaks, daring to push back against his brother's finger only to be rewarded with a smack to his right ass cheek that makes him see stars. "This is what I wanted."

"I know it is, slut."

Dean's finger feels wetter this time, hotter. And Sam's not expecting his brother to push in so deep, his eyes rolling back in pleasure when Dean barely grazes his prostate, clearly torturing Sam for all the shit he'd put him through that day. An eye for an eye was most definitely the Winchester way.

"You want me to finger fuck this tight little pussy until you make a mess all over your cute panties, don't ya baby boy?"

"Yes! Fuck Dean please." Sam isn't even trying to hold back his sobs now, big salty tears rolling down his cheeks as he wiggles around in Dean's lap. Desperate for his big brother to fuck him deeper. But before he can get the leverage he needs, Sam's empty again, mouth hanging open as Dean's next blow makes his whole body rock forward involuntary, neglected cock throbbing painfully against the worn denim of his brother's jeans.

"I'll give you want you want, Sammy," Dean coos, caressing Sam's battered skin with his palm. "I always do. But first, I'm gonna teach you a lesson about acting like a brat."

Of course, Sam's been taught this lesson before and it hasn't seemed to stick. But it doesn't matter, because they both know as long as Sam craves his big brother's attention, Dean will gladly put him in his place give it to him.

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Hellooo ok so idk if you write for oikawa but if you do can I please have some hcs of being with him? Like what’s it’s like I.e, how you got together, first kiss, first T I M E 😳, moving in with each other, getting engaged, getting married, having kids, it’s ok if not and that’s too much I just thought it was a cute idea

Oikawa and Life with his Lover.

U h m. HELLO???? Of course I want to write this its the perfect time to redeem myself from the atrocity that is my Oikawa relationship head cannons. They fucking suck, and I’m going to use this as a chance to kind of re-write them. Reader is female team captain for reasons.’ Also, this is gonna be long as fuck…

👽Oikawa. The king of the court. The pretty-boy-heartthrob of Seiijoh. The bane of Iwaizumi’s existence. And incredibly, incredibly single.

👽And it’s not as if he doesn’t understand why he’s single, its always the same reason: Volleyball.

👽He dedicates his life to volleyball, its one of the most important things in the world to him, but not a single one of his previous girlfriends understood that or cared at all.

👽There was also the fact that he was incredibly closed off emotionally, not really feeling any sort of a connection with them, other than a mutual pretty face.

👽It left him sad and almost empty most of the time, wanting a relationship that’s deeper than physical attraction, someone who he can open up to and will understand him and his love for volleyball.

👽Then he meets the new girls captain at Seijoh.

👽At first he doesn’t really pay her any mind, she’s not really his “type”. Though he doesn’t even know what his type is.

👽There was no denying how beautiful she was, even without makeup she glowed - even more so on the court. She lit up the room when she walked in, and all eyes including his were drawn to her. Her personality is what really got him, though.

👽She was scrappy and boyish, not afraid to speak her mind and lead her team proudly. She never let people put her down, and took pride in her skills and talents - never letting anyone step on her. He’d never been all that attracted to the free souls at the school - not until her however.

👽He wasn’t immediately in love with her, actually just intrigued by her - kind of like with Hinata and Kageyama. He’ll vehemently deny any attraction to her, but wether he knew it or not, he did feel something for her. He wanted to know her more.

👽The problem was: how did he get to know her?

👽She knew about his reputation, and she knew better than to let herself get pulled in by him and his little lies. It almost had him wishing he’d never acted like that in the first place.

👽So he devises a plan to get to know her, under the ruse of some extra practice. Captain to captain! (Which he kind of wanted to do anyway - so win-win!)

👽Who is she to deny a little extra time on the court, so of course she accepts. However, she makes it very clear she is not going to take any flirting or advances from him, because she isn’t down to fuck with a playboy.

👽So they start practicing every other day together. It’s kind of tense and awkward at the beginning, despite how easily their conversation flows together. She doesn’t trust him, and he doesn’t know how to feel about her yet so its just a weird mess of trying to figure things out.

👽A few months of this and eventually the awkward tension resides and they are able to practice relatively peacefully. They even joke around with each other, and talk to each other in passing - yet Oikawa still wants more.

👽He becomes more active in searching her out in crowded hallways, sometimes stopping by her at lunch to say hello and set up another time for extra practice. Which he doesn’t need to do.

👽She doesn’t mind, enjoying talking Oikawa as he does make for really good company. But she notices he’s different from when they practice alone - his smile is forced and his words are laced with fake happiness.

👽It’s annoying as hell, and she’s fed up with it after a while. So obviously being the outspoken person she is, she immediately confronts him about it, which upsets him and starts a fight that gets blown way out of proportion.

👽And just like that, all that relationship building Oikawa worked for was thrown down the drain - all because he couldn’t swallow his pride.

👽He acts like things are fine - like he isn’t fucking bothered by the fact she’s smiling with other guys, and acting like that thought meant nothing to her. It hurts, but he keeps smiling.

👽The only person who notices his forced smile is - of course - his team. More specifically, the only person who does anything about it is Iwaizumi, who’s very fed up with this relationship drama bullshit.

👽At first Oikawa acts like its nothing, it doesn’t bother him Iwa-chan, why are you so worried. But this is Iwaizumi, and he’s not here to take any of Oikawa’s dumb deflecting, so he isn’t stopping until he gets it out of him. (Though he already knows what’s up, he just wants him to admit it.)

👽So once he finally, finally, gets it out of his dumb mouth Iwaizumi just tells him to talk to her. Like its the best option and “You’re an idiot for not doing it already.” Is all he says. And that’s all it takes for it to finally get through to Oikawa.

👽Finally he gets to a point where they’re alone and he can talk to her… but she won’t listen to him at all. So he sets his pride aside, and begs her to just meet him after school and talk over some extra practice, like old times. She isn’t sure about it, but something about his big brown eyes pleading with her makes her weak enough to accept.

👽They meet up after school that same day and its tense, both parties quiet as the stood across from each other on the court. Oikawa is the first to speak up and apologize for not being more open with her - then she chimes in after a few seconds of thinking with her own apologies. They both insist that they were in the wrong, and it eventually fades from a tense argument to a laughing fit between the pair about how stupid they both felt.

👽Things go back to relative normalcy after this, both of them talking to each other freely and hanging out with each other - but now Oikawa is more open with her before, during, and after school… Just when they thought things were fine, Oikawa’s feelings just had to come into play. Making it so hard for him to be around her without thinking about how cute she was - or how much he just wanted to hug her and tell her everything he feels about her.

👽He thought that if he just supressed these feelings and ignored them things would be fine. She didn’t show any interest in him, so sucking it up and remaining friends was his best option - or so he thought.

👽Little did he know that: yes, she did in fact return his feelings, and she was planning on confessing to him after school after practices.

👽So as their practice started nothing seemed off, but he noticed that the closer it got to them leaving, the more nervous she got. He assumed the worst, thinking maybe a ruthless suitor or some creep was trying to come after her - and tells her he is so ready to kiss anyones ass to keep her safe. He’s already grabbing her things and getting ready to walk her home when she stops him.

👽”Oikawa, no one is… there’s nobody trying to come after me… I was just nervous to tell you that I like you… a lot.”

👽It takes his brain a second to catch up, but boy when it does his heart is doing backflips in his chest. His smile is so wide and genuine, and his eyes are sparkling happily.

👽He can’t stop himself from picking her up and swinging her around, shamelessly shouting out his own feelings. There was no one around to hear anyway, so why should he care about how loud he was being?

👽Thats the start of Oikawa’s life long relationship with his darling girlfriend. One he cherished and loved more than anything else in the world, and he thanked whatever higher power there was everyday for giving her to him to love and care for.

👽Their first kiss was equally as unplanned, and just as sweet as their confession.

👽It was an impulsive decision on both of their parts, as they were just relaxing together on Oikawa’s couch, cuddling while watching Disney movies and occasionally talking about anything that came to mind.

👽They were watching Snow White when it happened, nearing the end where the kiss scene was coming up. Oikawa started complaining about ‘how unrealistic is this’ and ’thats not how you actually kiss’

👽To which she challenged him to show her what a real kiss was to him - and Oikawa was never a man to step down from a challenge, especially not one like this.

👽With a confident smirk he tilts his head to the side and kisses her deeply, chuckling a little at her squeak of surprise - she was so cute and innocent.

👽When he pulls away she’s red and staring slack jawed at him, not able to collect herself fast enough before he spoke up again. “I’ve been waiting to do that for forever.” Which earns him a little smack on his shoulder as she finally recovers.

👽He’s all cocky and confident until she grumbles about him stealing her first kiss, and suddenly he’s apologizing for ruining her first kiss for a stupid joke - which obviously isn’t true, but she’s not going to not use this perfect blackmail just handed to her. Uses it against him all the time (as a joke, she would never actually hold it against him)

👽For the most part their relationship was great, having the normal ups and downs, but it was never anything that would make them hate each other. It was by far the longest relationship Oikawa ever had, lasting through high school and past college and through his demanding volleyball career as an adult.

👽She moved around with him and came to all his games, supporting him from the side while pursuing her own career side by side with him. The two were practically inseparable - scratch that - they were inseparable and neither of them could imagine a life without the other

👽Thats why Oikawa took a small vacation, deciding it was finally time for alone time with his beautiful girlfriend - and time for him to pop a very special question.

👽It’s just a simple little getaway, he rents out a beach house and they stay out on the beach for a week. He takes her out to dinner every night, and they wander around the city just doing whatever they want wherever they want however they want without a worry in the world.

👽It’s when they’re walking along the beach - stereotypical romantic sunset while the hold hands as water splashes over their feet occasionally - that he finally makes his move.

👽He stops her from walking and tells her to close her eyes, which she does with minor reluctance. He fumbles around in his pocket to grabs the velvet box holding the… admittedly overly expensive ring inside. What can he say, she deserves nothing but the best from him.

👽He gets down on one knee, a wide hopeful smile that reaches past his eyes.

👽”Okay open them…”

“No way.”

“Yes, would you-“

“No no, wait wait wait!”

👽That wasn’t he reaction he was expecting, he was expecting her to throw herself into his arms or cry or shout out a yes… but not this. It kind of hurt, but he waited patiently as he watched her fumble with something in her jacket pocket before pulling out a velvet box and getting down on one kn- Holy shit no way.

👽He can’t help but laugh at the situation with them, what a stupid coincidence to happen. He knew they were in sync, but this was a little ridiculous.

👽”So… is that a yes?”

“Yes, now shut up and kiss me.”

👽Both of them decide to have two weddings, a big and extravagant one so they can show off how much they love each other to friends and colleagues that they don’t consider close, but do want to invite. This one comes second, and is purely just to be showy and big like Oikawa has always imagined his wedding would be.

👽The first wedding - the real wedding - is back in Japan with old and new friends who the pair would consider family. It’s considerably smaller, taking place at his wife’s parents house - which isn’t all that small in and of itself but its not as extravagant.

👽He cries when she walks down the isle both times - more so the first time. They picked out the second wedding dress together, but when he sees her in the one she picked out for herself he sobs like and idiot. (Iwaizumi has to literally slap him out of it he’s such a mess)

👽Matsunn and Makki are the men of honor, much to Oikawa’s chagrin. The three of them have been planning this since high school, they weren’t going to back out now.

👽Overall the wedding is by far the most memorable part of Oikawa’s life - marrying the one he loves more than anything in the world in front of the people he grew up with, who mean everything to him. It’s the most emotional he’d ever felt - well until he was told he was going to be a father.

👽When his wife said told him she was pregnant he called literally everyone on his contact list to tell them the news. Iwaizumi is the first to find out and is going to be the Godfather.

“I’m going to be a father, Iwa-chan!”

“Oikawa it’s like three AM over here, shut up.”

👽He’s a mess during the whole pregnancy, worrying about her so much. Like, he doesn’t want her to do anything, and will be at her beck and call; anything she wants she gets, even if its four in the morning.

👽”Toru, would you get me some ice-cream?”

“You at it all last night, but I’ll go to the store right now okay, just rest up babe.”

👽Protective too, like he’s super cautious about who’s around her and who’s touching her when and where. If someone is touching her, he’s watching them like a hawk - no way is he letting anyone hurt his wife and baby, not if he can help it.

👽Also very wary of health risks, checks into everything a million times over to be safe.

👽Actually has his wife worried for him because of all this, but he just assures her he’s never been better.

👽Talks to her tummy anytime she lets him, sometimes he even sings to it because he’s so soft for her and his baby.

👽When the baby is actually delivered he’s so anxious, worried about both of their wellbeing. He just wants them to be okay, and while he knows his wife is one of the strongest women out there, he has no clue what could possibly go wrong.

👽Luckily, nothing goes wrong and he’s brought in to see his child and wife.

👽First thing he does is rush over to his wife’s side and make sure she was okay, and despite how tired and sweaty she was he swore she’s never looked more beautiful holding their baby against her chest.

👽And his baby, god she is just the most adorable child he’d ever seen. He could immediately tell she was going to stress the hell out of him, and he couldn’t have been happier.

👽Just looking at his wife and daughter made him happy that he listened to Iwaizumi all those years ago, made him happy he sucked up his pride and chose this beautiful woman to spend his life with.

A/N: Man, I talk a lot. I decided to exclude the nsfw, because it didn’t really fit the feel of the fluff - hope that’s not a big deal. I hope that the drop in writing quality wasn’t, like, noticeable until I pointed it out rn. I’m doing so much I’m so sorry - I’m just trying not to make a whole bunch of empty promises again! I’m trying to be more healthy in my writing, and just working on things as I go between school and other things. (Also I didn’t edit this so :p)

[amethyst-noir]

7, 12, 17 and 50 for the angsty meme, please *^*

Ohhh, thank you! Those are so much fun! 🤍

7. would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? if they had a falling out?

No. Both have bad memories attached to that and by silent but mutal agreement they prefer to stew alone and in silence until the situation is resolved or they have been forced to talk it out. (But the make up sex is very nice. They have no problems with that.)

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12. who do they confide in when shit hits the fan (besides each other)?

Tony, after years and decades of having no one, has Pepper. Rhodey is great, no doubt about that, but the real heart-to-heart talks Tony has with Pepper. Because of their previous relationship and continued close friendship nobody else gets him like she does. It’s great, because when he was with her he had nobody like Pepper and it helps him a lot with dealing with the vast amount of utter bullshit Stephen presents him with on an almost daily basis.

Stephen, stupid idiot that he is, tries to bottle everything up. Of course. If no man is an island he’s the expection to the rule. Thankfully, Wong sees through that in approx. 0,1 second and tells him to get his head out of his ass. Wong’s motivational speeches tend to be short, brutal and effective. Stephen loves him for it even if he often wants to hit him with something.

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17. who cries more? who gets more emotional in general?

Tony is the emotionally more open one who cries more easily but most times he recovers pretty fast. When Stephen tears up it’s really serious and it takes him a while to recover from it. Tony has learned through trial and error that the best course of action is to just hold on to him and let him cry until he’s done.

They are both highly emotional guys. Tony doesn’t really hide it, Stephen tries but fails miserably most of the time. Both think that “men don’t cry” is utter bullshit and aren’t ashamed.

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50. if one of them were to come back after a long time, who would come to who? would it go well? would the other person take them back?

It’s Stephen that leaves (not by choice but by necessity, because those two would never part willingly) breaking Tony’s heart in the process. He’s sure that this is it, no way back, so when he’s finally back he doesn’t search Tony out but watches from afar. Tony, of course, knows that he’s back and, after some soul-searching, seeks him out. There are words, there is screaming and there are tears.

But their connection is still there and neither wants to live without the other. They meet up again and again. The rebuild. Tony is the one who actually puts the idea of getting together again into words - he doesn’t care how much Stephen has changed, deep down he’s still the same man Tony loves more than everyone else. Stephen resists at first but so he’s tired and lonely. So yes, Tony will totally take him back but first he has to convince Stephen that he is welcome back home under the condition that Stephen never, ever leaves again without taking Tony with him.

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Org XIII Members Reacting to Their (Pregnant) S/O Being Killed By Sora

Okay, so I’ve decided to combing both of these since they were so similar and I feel like it would be super repetitive if I did both separately.  I hope both of you enjoy them! I tried to make the headcanons extra long in order to make up for combining them. <3 Excluding the babies because, like the anon said, they are far too precious for such pain.

This was super long so i’m putting some under the cut!

Thanks again to the person who should actually be running this blog instead of me, @4ddictwithapencil

Xemnas

When Xemnas finds out you’re dead... it’s a tough day for everyone.  He’s blank, stoic, almost like a bomb that is ready to explode at any moment but you don’t know how long you have until that moment.  Everyone else almost wishes that he would yell, scream, destroy something, etc., but he’s just... emotionless, and that is so much worse.

Sora would do best to avoid him because he would definitely smile and probably laugh as he physically tears the poor boy to pieces, even if it happened to be an accident.

But then it gets a thousand times worse.  Xemnas walks into the lab to find several of the members arguing amongst themselves and he asks them what’s wrong.  Turns out, they had figured out that you were pregnant and had no idea how to tell him - or even if they should tell him, unsure if it would make things worse.  After they reveal this news, Xemnas disappears for a few days.  When he comes back, he’s the same old Superior as he always was, but there’s something about him that seems darker and always on edge.

Xigbar

Xigbar wasn’t there when it happened.  He didn’t find out until later.  If he had been there, it wouldn’t have happened.  When he finds out who did it…. it would be no use in running.  He’ll search the whole world until he finds the killer and won’t rest until the person is dead.  He knows Sora’s name but won’t refer to him as such.  It’s just your killer, almost less than human to Xigbar now that the kid had taken you away from him.

Xigbar will not stop hunting down Sora until one of them is dead.  He is determined to seek his revenge and avenge your poor soul because you were good - too good - so much better than him and you didn’t deserve to die.  If he could, he would go back in time and take your place in a heartbeat.

The two of you had never wanted a baby, but when he happens to be going through a few of your things and found a letter you had been in the middle of writing to him as a surprise to tell him that you were pregnant... well, something snaps in him.  He’s goes insane, practically inconsolable.

Xaldin

Xaldin has this thing about love and emotions, right? He doesn’t like them.  At all.  His heart had been broken before so it was a gift that he would even try to give you his heart in the first place. He loved you, as much as a Nobody could love another person, and to find out that you were dead was too much for him to take. Would become like the beast, cold and emotionally distant and even more terrifying than he already was.  Everyone feels sorry for him, but there really isn’t much that they can do, not that he would let them help anyway.

He literally revels in despair and likes to defeat his victims physically as well as psychologically.  He will do anything and everything possible to torture Sora into a guilty mess.

When Xaldin finds out you were pregnant, he doesn’t really react how any of them expect.  He falls into a fairly awful depression (only after he kills Sora or dies trying), though you wouldn’t know it by just looking at him.  He never wanted a kid and he never pictured himself as a dad, but realizing that it was close to being real - close to him being a parent - he sorely regrets not being able to see his own child with his own eyes.

Vexen

Surprisingly takes it all in stride, in a way no one never expected.  He had an attachment to you, sure, but he tries to tell himself that it was just physical, but that doesn’t really help to lessen the sting of the fact that you’re gone.  Throws himself into his work in a way that terrifies Zexion, who tries not to be in the lab at the same time as him anymore.  Debates on whether or not there’s some experiment or breakthrough that he can make that would bring you back to life, but he knows it would be useless.  Neither of you would be the same.

Wants to kill Sora slowly, painfully, maybe freezing him to death so he can feel even a fraction of the pain that you felt.  Knows it would be useless because nothing could really take the sting away, even revenge.

Zexion is the one who finds out that you’re pregnant.  He isn’t quite sure what to do so he tells Lexaeus and the two of them decide not to tell Vexen because they’re afraid of what he might do.  Vexen never finds out.

Lexaeus

Lexaeus is so heart-broken when he sees you fade away before his very eyes. He almost thinks that he’s imagining things, because this isn’t real, it can’t possibly be real.  There are several beats of silence when Lexaeus just stares at the spot that you once were and Sora is almost shocked, having not realized that he was literally killing you until the moment you’re gone. Then the two lock eyes and all hell breaks loose.

Basically turns into the Hulk

Everyone knew that Lexaeus was strong and powerful, but no one had ever seen him lose control like he did. It takes several of the other organization members to bring him back to himself even after Sora has already run away.  Even then, he shoves aside everyone else and he storms off.  It’s over a week before any of them see a glimpse of him again.

He had already known you were pregnant, but neither of you had told any of the others.  Xaldin is the first one who manages to get the news out of Lexaeus and suddenly they all understand.  Lexaeus would have made a phenomenal father and they all know it.  The idea that he’ll never get a chance to be one is heartbreaking.

Zexion

Completely, overwhelmingly devastated.  Doesn’t even believe that it’s true and is in denial for a scary amount of time.  When he realizes that it’s true after being brought back to reality by Lexaeus, he just turns into a little ball of rage and tears.  He doesn’t want to show emotions and is half tempted to try and use his illusions to alter his own memory to forget you - or even make an illusion of you - but he’s sure that might just drive him crazy.

Sora is going to seriously regret ever laying a hand on you because Zexion will do his best to make his life a living nightmare.  he’ll try to figure out what to do to make Sora live out his nightmares, using illusions and visions to try to drive him insane.

The two of you were so young that you never wanted to have a child.  If you were pregnant then it was by complete mistake.  He’s really devastated about the whole situation and wishes that you would have been able to live the rest of your life with him.

Saix

Instant berserk mode.  This wasn’t just watching you die; it was a failure on him to not have been able to save you.  With no one to help him control himself, there would be no survivors.  Sora would be lucky to come out unscathed and would be an idiot to face Saix again after being responsible for his s/o’s death.

When he was with you, he felt a glimpse of what it was like to be human again.  Now that the connection is gone, he doesn’t know how he’ll ever get his heart back because part of it went with you.

When he finds out you were pregnant, completely by chance since he finds a book in your bedside drawer about what to do if you were expecting a baby, he goes insane and almost destroys the castle that never was.  Xemnas is forced to step in to pull Saix back from the brink because there’s just... no way he can control his own emotions without a little help.

Axel

Axel would lose his mind.  He’s normally so chill and playful, they’ve never seen him as angry as they did when he found out that you had been killed.  Have you ever seen a person get burned alive? Well, you will if you’re around Axel when he finds the person who killed his s/o.  Will definitely become a depressed mess.

He doesn’t want to hurt Sora.  He knows that there’s something about this kid that’s going to save the universe and he’s hesitant to do any harm to him, especially since he’s just a kid, but... he comes close.  So close to just destroying Sora right there because he is distraught.  In the end, Axel is heartbroken, but ultimately leaves Sora to live because... he tries to kill him but doesn’t have it in him.

And when he finds out that you were pregnant, something in him just snaps.  No one would ever dare mention you or the baby because his gaze would just turn into something that could make you burst completely into flames.

Demyx

Goes crazy but like hysterical crazy?  He won’t be able to kill Sora but he’ll laugh hysterically as he fights to the death.  The others think it’s actually kind of sad, but he’s so out of control that there isn’t really anything that they can do about it.  Does Demyx care that he’s out of control? Not in the slightest.  The sheer power that comes out of him shocks literally everyone because they always end up underestimating him.  He destroys the battlefield that you fought on almost immediately after you fade from existence, but is so enraged and distracted that he doesn’t see Sora making an immediate escape.

He had never thought he would get a chance to be a dad, but when he found out you were pregnant?? He was so damn excited.  The idea of being a dad was so fun and he had everything planned out.  He would even talk to your stomach at night before you went to sleep, but now he feels a bit like a part of himself has died.

Luxord

You both thought it was a game, fighting against Sora like that, teasing each other through the fight and acting as if you didn’t have a care in the world.  But then you make one wrong move and you pay for it with your life and Luxord just goes still and quiet as he stares in horror at the spot that you were once in.  He lets out an enraged roar and pretty much goes berserk immediately.  Wonders if he can make some sort of deal with the devil to get you back, but even he isn’t that powerful.

He finds out that you’re pregnant much after the fact, when he finds a pair of baby booties you had been knitting that you hid in the back of your closet. It was supposed to be a surprise that you had for him.  It still ended up being a surprise, but it was a bad one.  He lost a child he didn’t even know that he had.

Marluxia

Marluxia always has this vague aura of calmness about him, so he wouldn’t flip out but he also wouldn’t be completely stoic.  There would definitely be tears with this boy, tears and silent, enraged crying as he faces down Sora and fights to his last breath.  He’s still serious business, as always, but everyone can tell that the strain of sudden emotion is getting to him.  Wants to kill Sora.  Wants to kill him without hesitation and remorse, but finds that he can’t.  There’s something that stops his hand right before he takes that final swing and it’s enough of a pause that Sora manages to get away.

He spends a long time mourning you and your baby in his garden.  He’ll plant a whole section of just your favorite flowers and the flower that you would definitely have named the baby after.  He guards those flowers with his life, as if they are some sort of substitute for you but they will never come close.

Larxene

Larxene thinks it’s some kind of sick joke that the others are trying to play on her when they come back to the castle and explain that you were killed by Sora.  But then you don’t come back and everyone is frustrated and she realizes that it isn’t a joke and now she has to live the rest of her life alone and unhappy.

Definitely knows that you were pregnant because the two of you had discussed finding a donor beforehand and you had just found out that you were pregnant.  You were happy, though she was nervous - but you were both excited at the idea that you would be parents eventually.  It had been so hyped up that now, the fact that she wouldn’t get to hold her own child in her arms because you were dead, puts her in a nearly catatonic state.

Another one of the members who is just ‘will kill Sora or will die trying,’ because she really sees no other option for herself.  If she doesn’t avenge you, then what does that say about her?  That she’s weak?  A coward? No.  So she’ll fight for you until she can’t fight any more.

[jkl-fff]

Scooby-Doo "Gritty" Reboot Idea (part 2)

“Gritty” because it’d acknowledge some dark realities  (like physical and emotional abuse especially of children,  drugs and drug addiction, sex work, violence and death)  and would deal with some darker lore. But all while still having goofy  and slapstick overtones (a la Season 2 of “Gravity Falls”).

General Plot (with some Lore)

For Season One, they get caught up in investigating  some local paranormal reports (maybe Daphne’s home to begin  with a la Northwest Mansion Noire? she asks Velma for her expertise,  who asks Fred for his help and muscle, who needs to borrow Scooby– for reasons … cat-themed ghost?—who Shaggy reluctantly brings)  that all appear to be connected.  This causes them to start working together *and* to start hanging out,  becoming friends … while also dealing with teenage angst  and high school drama.  Not every reported event is a scam or a sham;  some is actually caused by genuine supernatural/occult events.  And most of what is supernatural is caused by two spirits  in confrontation with each other, both trying to find “the Blaze”.

It’s eventually discovered Shaggy’s parents didn’t die in an accident;  they were collateral damage in an attack by an Old God  that was trying to destroy the Blaze. The Blaze, however, hid itself  by fusing with 12-year-old Shaggy’s soul … which kept him/them alive  through the attack and *could* grant him the Blaze’s great powers  (one of the manifestations of that is how he is a Medium  capable of seeing and communicating with spirits at all times,  not just when they manifest; another of which is his therapy art,  which turns out is Seer/Prophetic showing past, present, or future).  But this also means Shaggy has a powerful enemy in the spirit world  he hasn’t even known about.  Also, some of what he suffers psychologically isn’t just his trauma,  but the Blaze’s own memories/emotions.

The spirits who cause all the Season One trouble are respectively  a servant of the Old God … and one connected to the Blaze  (a friend? an ally? a servant? a servant of a friend/ally?). They had both managed to track the Blaze/Shaggy to that town  after years and years of searching.  The second ultimately fuses with Scooby to protect Shaggy/the Blaze.  As a result, Scooby can now speak *and* has some of his own  supernatural abilities. Also some memories and warnings— knowledge—to impart … but it all gets muddled in Scooby’s mind,  so he can’t make much sense of it anymore. But at least  he’s still unquestioningly loyal to Shaggy … Or is he?

Season Two follows them after leaving town to keep  Shaggy and Scooby safe (gotta keep moving to avoid the Old God  and their minions), ostensibly for a summer road trip to celebrate  graduating from high school. This has them following reports  of paranormal activity across North American in search of answers …  and because it’s fun; they just really like solving these mysteries together.

Part of the group’s overall journey is seeking answers  to who Shaggy’s and Scooby’s spirits really are, who the Old God really is,  and how they can defeat it so as to protect their friends  (also, eventually, having to stop an apocalypse … as one does).  Another part of it is a found family narrative, with them all  mutually falling in love with each other in one, big polyamorous quartet  (with a talking pet dog), realizing they can make their own happiness  and don’t need people who can’t appreciate them.

Some Character Arcs:

At some point in Season One, Fred’s father finds out about him  “dressing like a girl and doing other gross, fag shit”, and disowns him.  This makes Fred technically homeless for a bit, living out of his van,  but his friends (and especially Shaggy’s aunts) give him a safe place  to stay while he finishes his last year of high school. Fred will,  after that, grapple with simultaneous rage at his father  (never wanting to see him again, never wanting to forgive him)  *and* a longing for things to go back to the way they were  (because he still loves and misses his father).  Very complicated, bitter feelings …  He’ll eventually decide that, maybe in the future he might reach out,  but for now he doesn’t owe his father shit, this is all his father’s fault,  and he doesn’t need him because he’s got his friends.

Throughout the whole series, Shaggy is grappling with the question  of who he really is now: Shaggy, the Blaze, both, neither?  Is he still human? Is he a monster? Some sort of demi-god?  Also, his relationship with Scooby has fundamentally changed,  and they have to renegotiate that now that Scooby is, likewise,  more than just a dog. For the record, though, Scooby is very much having a similar difficulty.  How does he move forward knowing that both aspects of his identity  (Scooby and the spirit) have been irreparably transformed  by blending together as they have? How does he be himself when there isn’t a pure self anymore?

At some point in Season Two, Daphne has a crisis of christian faith  after experiencing a lot of stuff that blatantly contradicts  what she’s been taught in Sunday School and by her parents.  It never fully gets resolved, but she grows thanks to realizing that  she doesn’t have all the answers, that society and morality are constructs  but her newer definitions of Good are still worth fighting for. In Season Three, her parents will threaten to pull her allowance  if she doesn’t come home and be a well-behaved girl,  but she’ll call their bluff by threatening to reveal a lot of the family’s  dirty secrets if they do. Standing up for herself and her friends  and keeping the income flowing through a little extortion (yay!).  Although after that, they’ll look to make Mystery Inc. more of  a self-sustaining business (just in case), which will be a major milestone.

At some point in Season Two, Velma’s need for approval  from authority figures will nearly lead to her being taken advantage of  in a bad way (sexual?). However, she’ll escape (in part on her own skills— cleverness and brujeria—in part by getting help from her friends),  learning that she isn’t as helpless as she’s sometimes felt,  that she can indeed take care of herself …  But also learning that getting help from the people who care about her  doesn’t mean she’s helpless (communal living means  giving what she can give to others *AND* receiving what she needs from others, too– different but equally valuable contributions); plus, it’s just a smart strategy.  Also she learns the opinions of some people are just plain worthless.  In Season Three, her research into brujeria will probably start getting her  into trouble as she begins to put too much trust in both academic sources  and patron spirits (kinda the same issue appearing in a different form,  really, which will make her feel like an idiot for a bit). From that, though,  she’ll learn to think critically not just about authority figures (people),  but also about “authoritative” sources of information (made by people).

Some Character Dynamics:

Fred and Daphne bond over burgeoning identities of genderfluidity,  with her helping him to develop a flashier appearance in general  (including helping him try drag a couple times) and him helping her  to learn some of those combat sports she’s always wanted to try.  They also bond over how much it sucked to have domineering parents  who loved the idea of a perfect child more than their actual child.  Both learn together to be more open emotionally, more confident in  who they really are (not defined by their parents’ expectations for them).

Velma and Shaggy bond over being closet geeks for Pokémon  and other similar stuff like Sci-Fi movie series  (which, with typical teenage cynicism, is regarded as cringey  by most of their peers); turns out, they both secretly write fanfic,  and can beta read for each other. They also bond over being nerds  who finally have someone to whom they can infodump  about their interests, someone who actually listens patiently without  making them feel self-conscious and weird—without triggering anxiety. Both learn together to be more confident in who they really are, too, and to care less about what others think of them.

Shaggy and Daphne bond over terrible puns and dank memes.  They are both just the worst when it comes to those. Besides,  they both find them to be surprisingly effective ways of expressing  their complex emotions, be they positive or negative.  It also helps both of them to be more emotionally open  (a thing they all learn together, frankly).

Fred and Shaggy bond over what it’s like to miss a parent (Fred’s mom, Shaggy’s parents) and how hard it is to put into words.  Sorrow and melancholy because they’re gone,  anger and resentment because they left them behind,  guilt because of these other feelings … also guilt that it somehow should’ve been them— that those left behind (Fred’s dad, Shaggy’s aunt) somehow blame them.  This lets Fred learn that showing emotions isn’t “weak”  while teaching Shaggy that he’s not alone in how he feels.

Daphne and Velma bond over interests in history (also frustrations  at how whitewashed and man-washed the narratives of it have been).  Turns out, they’re absolute nerds for various points/periods of  World history in general and North American history specifically  (all of which will turn out to be relevant to individual episodes),  and they can collaborate about how those points connect and influence each other and their cases.

Velma and Fred bond over being working class and poor,  and how weird it is to suddenly have two people who are pretty wealthy  (for all intents and purposes) taking care of their financial needs.  It feels like a relief, on the one hand, but also makes them feel insecure  on the other. Like they don’t deserve it and are being a burden,  like they need to find ways to pay the others back  so as to square the debt and remain “independent”.  Together, they learn, however, that worth isn’t determined by money— they learn that it’s okay to let someone else take care of bills  (during this whole communal living thing) and that they contribute in different but equally worthwhile ways (communal living, again) …  Yet also how to communicate this tricky issue (and how it relates,  rightly or wrongly, to their self-esteem) amongst all four of them.

Fred learns a lot about women and PofC issues and grows from it.  At first, he’s disbelieving and defensive (“not all men” sorta guy),  but he learns to listen and ask respectful questions (“I don’t understand. Don’t all lives matter? So why’s the movement just *Black* lives matter?”), to think about what he’s learned (“Privilege means … there’s something  that doesn’t make my social life difficult, but does for others.  Like skin color, no one treats me bad for mine but they do to PofC.  Or like class, Daphne doesn’t have to worry about money, but I do. Right?”), and to integrate it into his own behavior  (“Wait, am I mansplaining? Sorry, I’ll stop.”). He’s kinda innocently naïf and ignorant about these,  but learns and become more sensitive.

Same for Daphne vis-à-vis socio-economic class and religion. She takes money for granted, thus doesn’t understand  why it’s such an obstacle or a motivator for most people  (“It’s only $50, what’s the big deal?” or “Why not simply buy the land?  Why go to all this trouble to scare people away?”).  And much of her life was Jesus-this and Jesus-that,  so she’s never really understood that other religions and philosophies  are actually a real thing until being with the others (Shaggy is Buddhist,  Fred is atheist, and Velma’s grandmother did folk brujeria  while her father is Jewish). 

They all learn a lot about queer issues and identities in general  (especially from Shaggy), which allows them to develop their own  in a healthy way (Fred and Daphne as genderfluid and bi/pan,  Velma and Shaggy as demi and bi/pan … all of them as poly).  With a bunch of kinks and fetishes along the way, maybe.

Shaggy learns a lot about the supernatural. He was *never* interested  in the subject (in fact, he always kinda hated it because it terrified him … perhaps instinctively because the Blaze was within him),  but the others were fascinated by it. So exposition on these matters  is made to him for the audience’s sake.

[mattyslittleworld]

Selenas Diner

Its 1:30 in the morning and I am sat at a kitchen table in Hunter Mountain, near Woodstock. Im in a house that sits on top of a mountain looking over endless land. On the kitchen table are mixing monitors, my MPK 225, my Apollo twin, orange vanilla seltzer, cold black coffee, and a dying phone. Ive been here since 5 o’clock working on beats by myself and I plan on staying till Friday. By myself, talking to nobody, and just finding my soul. This is probably the most stressed ive been with music, this project im working on is bigger than me and I was asked by someone im a huge fan of to work on their album in CT soon, which includes some of the biggest rappers in the WORLD, so I figured id retreat by myself beforehand and get my shit together and cook up some dope shit. Theres an underlining emotion of lonesome in my heart right now. I am utterly alone, emotionally, physically, and socially. I don’t even want to talk. It took coming to the hills and finishing my music work to finally just sit down with no distractions or familiarities to have my heart ask me - what now? Scroll through my phone - nobody. I have run so far away from everything ive ever known that I don’t even know who I am anymore or what I am doing - all I know is I am eternally blessed to be on a path that in due time will work itself out, without a doubt. A new life. New people. New love. New everything. Bleachers came on and it was so loud, it was so perfect, i just basked in the greatness of that band and just danced around singing - it was almost like the universe giving me that moment to enjoy myself, solely for myself, to heal. Ego stripped, pride stripped, to be able to dance around like an embarrassing idiot. I could cry. Music is so powerful. Just the other day, I found myself in an interesting situation. When I was younger I dated a girl, and our first date was in the city - typically Times Square - and in the middle of all the mayhem, we both looked down and found a $100 bill under my shoe. IN THE MIDDLE OF TIMES SQUARE! What are the odds? We grabbed a bite to eat and then went and ran around the M&M’s museum right behind the big red steps. It felt like fate. It was fate. If I wasn’t already in love with her prior - I really was then. Before we left to go home - we took separate trains and mine was earlier than hers but I sat there and chose to take the later one, and waited with her. We sat there laying on each other up against the wall - two young fucked up kids takin on the big city together for the first time. I felt so fucking complete. Everything, man. All hell broke loose with her over the past 4 years, the wildest shit I ever experienced with another human being. Two toxic individuals - who were innocent and full of love from the start just turned sour together and the entire world couldn’t balance out this tension and frustration and static. She’s been on my mind a lot - not because of love - but because I feel like im mature enough to process that time of my life now that everything ive been searching for has been granted. A year ago I went to Times Square and sat on those red steps for hours, just in my headphones listening to J.Cole, fresh into a new genre, fresh in this new skin. Lost. So lost. I was walking out on a maaaaajor fucking ledge with these next few choices I was faced with. If I decided to do this then that b lines my life in another direction, away from everything ive built and everyone ive been growing with. J.Cole in that moment said “my intuition is telling me there will be better days” and I just started laughing as I got the chills. Looking at all of these billboards with people shining over the city, watching everybody get to where they’re going, neon lights. I just felt so connected to life in that moment - because of that line he said. I decided to change my life - leave everybody behind. Never talk to anybody ever again. Turn my back completely. Fuck these people, fuck their drama, fuck their friendships, fuck their loyalty, fuck all of it. My life will change, or I will die trying to change it for the rest of my days. Here, on these red steps, with the M&M’s museum behind me, as I reflect on the true love I lost, as I reflect on the 100 bucks under my foot, and push away my fear.

 I wrote a song called “Quick Love” shortly after. It is a Justin Bieber influenced, reggaeton type, pop single, where I bleed in auto tune about how I need to fall in love just to get my real true love off my mind. I need to fall in half love to fill her void. In the pre chorus I sing “we can get a room in Times Square tonight, ill drink black coffee, you drink wine. Remember when we found a hundred dollars that night? Ive seen the world and theres no home like your heart” 

Fast forward to last week:

I am behind the wheel driving over the bridge - Roberto sitting shotgun. We’re freaking out, as the morning prior I was woken up by texts from Roc Nation (2x) talking business and future royalty splits for a song me and Casanova are doing together. The session is at 11pm at Quad Studios in Times Square. I sent Casanova a bunch of songs but he he liked Quick Love. I produced this entirely myself, about you know what. Me and Roberto are so psyched - this is such a legendary studio where I always dreamed of being in - and in a situation like this? Dream come true for a hard luck kid like me. I was in Gionnas ex boyfriends American nightmare shirt and I looked like shit so I made Rob put up with me going shopping before hand because im mad corny. Casanovas music helped me get through a lot of tough times and I look up to this dude. Seeing him roll with Meek Mill, in all the videos. With Kevin Hart, Jay Z, DJ Khaled, Diddy, songs with Chris Brown, Tory Lanez, Cardi B - I mean like this is the biggest ive gone with music THUS far and im definitely nervous in the most exciting way. I feel proud to get myself, and rob, here. We are waiting out front of the studio and my backs up against the wall. What do you know? IRONICALLY the studio is DIRECTLY next to the big red steps in Times Square. I couldnt believe it. It all makes sense, and as we wait for the session im forced to stare across the street at the M&M’s museum and I just wish she was here, and I wish she could see this, but despite all that - what a time to be alive and go and fucking get it for yourself. In that moment I SAW us vividly find that 100 bucks under my foot, I SAW us across the street laughing holding hands falling in love, I SAW myself on those steps sitting there lost and making the decision a year ago to walk out on the wire - and here the fuck we are baby. Here the fuck we are. Flipping hard times and heart break into something positive. I get snapped out of it and those memories disappear. An intern comes and gets us and walks us through the lobby and we walk into the room and we were greeted with overwhelming love and support, and most of all, comfort. First thing out of Cass’s mouth is “I wanna kidnap you to come work on my new album you better be ready im dead serious” and then all I heard was a MAD loud AYOOO MATTTYYY THEY KNOW MY BODY on the track and I died laughing. We were all jumping up and down laughing and dancing to the track. But heres where it gets emotional - he started singing the Times Square line about the hundred dollars - telling me to make that the hook. We had an amazing session, made amazing fast friends. And this proves you have to trust your gut and walk out on the ledge sometimes. You don’t know where life will take you, if youre brave enough. After me and Roberto went to Tick Tock and had dinner then drove home.

Now I am in the mountains making beats for Casanova. 

Remember when we found $100 that night?

Ive seen the world and theres no home like your heart. 

[harllequinnade]

PUTTING THE FUN IN FUNERAL

IC PORTION; BASICS — 

CHARACTER NAME/ALIAS: Harleen Frances Quinzel / Harley Quinn  FACECLAIM: Amanda Seyfried  AFFILIATIONS: ISATF AGE: 36 

SIX TRAITS:

+ Cheerful: Harley is an upbeat person, always swinging her hammer with a smile on her face- she loves herself, loves her life, and can always be counted on to bring joy to her team. Well, that is, if you find her particular brand of enthusiasm a good thing. Still, she’s one who’s hard to put down in the dumps and is always doing things with a skip to her step

+ Loyal: Perhaps to a fault, Harley is extremely loyal to the people she deems important to her. She’d follow you to the ends of the Earth if you mean something to her. She’ll kill, fight, steal, anything for her loved ones.

+ Intelligent: An expert with the inner workings of the mind and a social butterfly, Harley knows what she’s talking about (well. Most of the time, at least). She’s book-smart, but she’s also street smart. She picks things up easily and is quick to understand complicated concepts.

- Inconsistent: From her mood swings to her behavior, barely anything about Harley is consistent. She’s a loose canon, going off without consulting others and blurting random thoughts with no hesitation. She tends to get herself hurt by jumping into danger- and then there are the moments where she stands back. Where she’s distant, quiet. Unpredictable is the name of the game

- Emotionally Unstable: At the moment, Harley is unfortunately not in a stable state of mind. She’s been manipulated to the point of infatuation, abused and traumatized- her temper is short, her emotions are strong, and she’s ready to burst more often than not.

- Lost: Harley is almost the definition of a lost soul, searching for a purpose outside of her toxic relationship. She’s starting to realize how she’s been mistreated, but she doesn’t entirely understand and is still coming to terms with it. It’s going to be a long and painful process, but she knows she needs to find her true place in life.

POWERS AND/OR ABILITIES: 

Adept psychiatrist

Gymnastics

Acrobatics

Hand-to-hand combat

Skilled with firearms and other weapons

WEAKNESSES: 

Harley’s only human- unfortunately easy to kill

Unstable mental state

IC PORTION; DETAILS — WHAT BROUGHT YOUR CHARACTER TO SOKOVIA?  While working under the intense supervision of Amanda Waller, Harley was sent into Sokovia to take out one Pamela Isley before she assassinates Jason Woodrue.

FUN FACTS:

Harley is not stupid. She purposefully makes herself seem ditzy and clueless as a way to surprise her opponents. Originally, this trend started with her acting like an idiot around the Joker so he would feel smarter than her 

Harley is absolutely devastated that Bud and Lou, her pet hyenas, are stuck with the Joker because she misses them dearly. They’re her babies!

Harley is bisexual although she’s only ever had male partners. That doesn’t mean she’s not down to experiment though!

She is Jewish on her mother’s side and tries often to connect to that side of her history

CHARACTER BIO —

For someone as notoriously deranged as Harleen Quinzel, one might assume her upbringing had been traumatic- disastrous in every way, with crime and danger at every turn. Someone assuming such would be disappointed to learn that Harley lived a fairly normal life with a fairly normal childhood. Born in Brooklyn, Harley was always intelligent. She was an honor student, with high aspirations and the cleverness it took to reach them. Harley took gymnastics all throughout her life, doing cheer in her later years, and when it came time for her to pick her path in life, she chose psychology.

Attending Gotham University, Harley found herself excelling in her studies once again and eventually she graduated with honors and a degree in hand. Spending her early career working in treatment facilities and hospitals, she always felt like something wasn’t clicking. She was doing what she loved, but it just wasn’t enough. When she realized that Arkham Asylum was looking for new staff members, something inside her just couldn’t say no- and so she became Doctor Harleen Quinzel, a psychiatrist at the institute. 

Arkham was intimidating to say the least- with all the super criminals, murderers, and all manner of so-called “deranged lunatics” living in the halls. Harley was overjoyed- ecstatic even! Finally, she knew she was in the right place. It was here that she could do good work, that she could make a difference and overcome challenges that others in her field had stumbled into. It was this thinking that unfortunately changed her life forever.

Dr. Quinzel worked with many patients in the Asylum, from the likes of Pamela Isley to that of Killer Croc. However, when the psychiatrist who was taking care of the Joker quit.. Harley was the first (and only) in line to take his place. No-one before her had managed to crack the case of the Clown Prince, no-one before her could understand him, and she was determined to be the one he finally opened up to. It was because of her single-mindedness that, when the Joker ‘opened up’ to Harley, she believed him.

He talked to her endlessly, and she believed him. He lied, she believed, and she listened, and soon enough Harleen Quinzel was in love.

He called her Harley Quinn and they both laughed at the pun. He told her about his childhood, his distress, the truth inside his heart, and Harley knew he didn’t belong in the Asylum. That she had to get him out, that she had to set him free so they could be together. And so, in a harlequin Hallow’s Eve costume, she broke into the Asylum and helped the Joker escape. He led her to ACE Chemicals, told her of his creation, and convinced her that the chemicals were the only way to be truly free from the constraints of the world around them.

The rest is confetti.

Harleen Quinzel died in the chemical vat that night, and Harley Quinn was created. A love story to last, a tale of romance and crime and bats and violence and it was perfect in her mind. She couldn’t see how the Joker abused her, tormented her- sure, she had to pretend to be stupid so he wouldn’t hurt her, but he was so kind when she did what he wanted and he was so sweet when she brought him back gold and diamonds that she’d blown an entire bank up to get. She loved him, she really did.

He never loved her, though. 

That was something she never realized, something that she still doesn’t- that the Joker was never in love with her, was only using her. She never gave up on him, though. When he was prosecuted, sent back to Arkham, she went on a rampage- and sure, Batman caught her and sent her to prison, but he always did that. This time was different though. She was taken from her cell, implanted with a bomb, and told that she was part of the Suicide Squad. That she worked for a woman named Waller, that she would be killed if the mission didn’t kill her first. She’s still there now, and her imagined fantasy world of true love is beginning to shatter- where’s her Mr. J? Her puddin’? Why is she stuck away from her adoring boyfriend, her favorite person? 

  Harley has been sent to Sokovia now, across the ocean from Gotham, her Gotham, sent after a lost asset. She knows she’s close, so close to being let off the hook- to being able to go home! She just needs this one last job, she’s sure of it. She’ll be able to see her love. Harley will see her Joker again. She just knows it.

[firestaar]

Alfred from Cyberlife

Fandom: Hetalia. Axis powers X Detroit: Become Human

Pairing: USUK/UKUS 

Rating: G (?)

Genres: AU, Romance, Comedy, Action, Slight Angst, Science Fiction

Type: Shortcut

Summary: Detroit AU: Arthur Kirkland hated androids that much that he couldn't imagine he would work with one.

My comment: Okay, I consider this like a nice try to start my work here. Wish me good luck, guys. And enjoy this (OH MY GOSH) USUK/UKUS epic crossover. 

Also a link from my original page: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15065438

There were two things Arthur hated about working in the police: a) you can’t drink beer in the office b) that bloody Antonio considers Arthur to be a goddamn android lover. And when Arthur could beat the first point by hiding some bottles in his chests, the second reason ruined his whole lesscolours life.

Despite Arthur took every affair connected with those bloody robots, the real hell started when the first wave of aggressive androids attacking their owners. Yes, they pinned up a fucking android to his business. The bloody android from the bloody States. Did Arthur mention how he was enthusiastic over Americans even more than over androids?

Kirkland could remember their first meeting with the android: he (or it) managed to find Arthur in his favorite pub, interrupted his perfect date with the Irish whiskey and the final football cup. He introduced himself as Alfred. The android sent by Cyberlife. He seemed to be different from those ones who had been met by Arthur before: irritating smily, emotionally unstable and what was more important – too loud for an ordinary android. Despite that Arthur perfectly knew that those machines couldn’t feel anything. They’re nothing more than a bin with SO LOUD IRRITATING LAUGH.Also Alfred really brought a real surprise by mentioning his surname. No android could have it. As he said he liked an American football player Frank Jones, so he took his surname.

What a stupid thing…

“So when we start our work?”, oh yes, he was there. Just the next table.

“When you leave me alone with my own business”, barked Arthur stunning into his computer and trying not to pay attention. By the way, why the hell almost all androids were so good looking? Alfred had golden hair with a funny strand on his top (was it a defect?). Those pure blue eyes seemed to be so deep and wise, but they belonged to the android – a machine without feelings. If only he had been a human, things would have been simpler and Arthur would have allowed himself to ask Alfred for a date(well, just MAYBE).

“Do you consider a bottle of whiskey in your chests as a business? I can sure you I don’t drink alcohol”.

“How did you fucking find out? Did you searched my table?!”

“Not really, dude” Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed because of that dude, but Alfred didn’t care about that continuing his speech in a fast temp and with a stupid bright smile. “I have just scanned it a little bit”.

“You stupid bastard! I’ll-“

“Good morning, gentlemen!”Another wanker came for Arthur’s soul. Captain Antonio had a great mood this morning. He had a proper smirk on his lips and a heat in his eyes.“Get off, I still blame you for what you’ve done with me”, grumbled Arthur.

“You’re welcome, Arthur! I hope you’ll get along, guys!” he was still smirking surely knowing what he was doing.

“Arthur is a nice partner, sir!”, announced Alfred, with a puppy happiness in his sight. Arthur was watching at the flashing LED on his temple. It was pure blue. “He said I could get lost any time I want”.

“Oh really?”, smiled Antonio “So kind of him to give you such a freedome!” Arthur rolled his eyes. “Okay, I need to go now. Start your work now”.

For a moment Arthur believed Alfred’s laugh to be the most irritating thing in the whole fucking world. But now he could hear his giggling.

“You did it in a purpose, right?”, asked Arthur angrily.

“He totally like you working here” now Alfred’s expression was more curious and less stupid as usual. Just like a real android had. Or wait, he was an android. “By the way, why does he have somebody’s DNA on his coat? I scanned it and it appeared to belong a worker with a name Lovino-“

Arthur burst out laughing.

“So that’s how to make you laugh. I’ll remember that”, announced Alfred without any shame.

“Never mind, let’s get down business”.

And from that very moment everything had started.

***

“Can I express my feelings?”

“You don’t have any”

“But I can’t not to mention your perfect skill in solving-“

“No, you can”.

“And your mind actions while working here-“

“No”.

“What do you mean by saying no?“

“No flirting for you, young man”.

Arthur was sure if androids had had an ability to blush, Alfred would have been totally red all the time they work together, which actually means all the time. After a month of work Arthur almost got used to android’s unusual behaving.

Once he called Alfred just a fucking bin (or something else, Arthur gave that robot too many nicknames to remember) and he started using that as his middle name.

What an idiot.

They continued working in a perfect silence. Only Arthur was sometimes staring at Alfred as he was something precious.

But still the android Arthur hated so much.

***

“Sorry, Arthur... I failed so much”.

“Shut up, idiot, you hurt”.

Arthur was carrying Alfred to his car through a big junkyard where they had their last mission.

“That’s okay, I can’t feel any pain”.

“Yes you can”.

Alfred stared at him with a shock.

“Yes, you can hear me, Alfred Fucking Jones. I’ve mistaken. You can feel… something”.

It was the first time Arthur was glad to see Alfred’s smile in this very dull day when their mission was wasted and the group of weird androids ran away.

But still there was something special. Here and now. He forced to fight with himself telling how androids ruined his life and how one of them made everything brighter.

A slight kiss was perfect now. Alfred’s lips were cold, but still soft and silky. They rain drops covered Jones’ face. Arthur could feel it now. Now he was holding not just a weight of some sort of plastic, but something more.

“I’m alive”, whispered Alfred.

“Yes, you are”.

The rain continued to pour, so their affair wasn’t ended.

[bunny-wan-kenobi]

Thor Thoughts Part 3: Come Home Brother

Part 3 of my series of reflections on Thor–this one’s a doozy (because, FEELINGS), so see below the cut:

The Elevator Scene

Right after @vitoliel and I saw Thor Ragnarok, we talked about the Elevator Scene. In a movie bursting with quips and big laughs, this brief pause with Thor and Loki stood out because it was one of the few times we actually see them address the whole complicated history between them and all the betrayal and hurt and frustration wrapped up in it. 

Thor: Loki, I thought the world of you. I thought we were going to fight side-by-side forever, but at the end of the day you’re you and I’m me and… oh, maybe there’s still good in you but… let’s be honest, our paths diverged a long time ago.

Loki: Yeah… it’s probably for the best that we’ll never see each other again.

Thor: That’s what you always wanted.

What’s special about this scene (other than being the PERFECT preface to pinnacle of Marvel comedy “Get Help”) is that it represents another turning point for these brothers, who we have seen throughout these movies as family, rivals, enemies, and tenuous allies. Now, seconds before the action ramps up again, we get this goodbye moment with two men whose paths have come together once more, and it’s sad. 

A huge part of this gravity owes itself to Tom Hiddleston’s emotionally-layered performance as Loki where we actually glimpse the uncertainty and hurt crossing his face as he glances at Thor. Meanwhile, Thor is speaking to him, eyes straight-ahead, looking outwards. This moment is an inhale, a moment big with possibility because we know as viewers that it doesn’t end here (these two overpowered Norse idiots are always going to find each other anyway), but until the payoff comes later, we’re left with the quiet tragedy of this farewell. 

What Do You Mean Indifference?! 

There is a lot to unpack here, but what was startling to me was how different @vitoliel and my interpretations for this scene were. I went on and on about how this scene was so moving because here’s Thor loving his brother so much that he’s giving him the space and distance to make his own choices (even if he doesn’t agree with them) and is moving on himself. When I finished (I’m definitely the passionate-monologuer type), my friend paused and shared that what came across to her was Thor’s indifference to Loki and how deeply that must have hurt. 

Wait–what? Indifference?! What did she mean–couldn’t she see that this was Thor letting go, letting Loki live his life and–oh. Oh. I stopped my indignant sputtering and let my friend continue. She somehow put her finger on what I had totally missed: To Loki, it looked like Thor had given up on him, and that indifference was more painful than hate. 

A new question dawned on me: What if Loki never wanted his brother to stop chasing him? Even if he never said so, acted instead like it didn’t matter, like the distance between them didn’t sting, what if he still yearned to be considered worth pursuing, worth that effort? What if he just wanted the security and constancy of that one hand reaching out to him, even though there was no certainty of him ever reaching back? 

It hit me that I didn’t think of this before because I was looking at Thor and Loki’s relationship through the lens of an older sister. In so many ways, I resonate with Thor’s optimism, his faith in people’s potential for good…and his dogged protectiveness of his family. 

When Watching Thor Turns Into Family Therapy  

I have two siblings, a sister and brother, and I’m horribly guilty of the same kind of bear-huggy, smothery love Thor is inclined towards. Like Thor can’t help trying to bring people to himself, bring them together and close, I can’t help but reach out towards my siblings, whether it’s through way too many ice cream cones and Broadway outings to nosy (well I think just curious) questions about their love lives, their classes, their jobs. 

I’d like to say that they are equally responsive to this outreach and we have relationship-building, soul-searching conversations together ALL the time…but it’s not like that. My sister is more reserved with her affection and inner world, though always energetic, mobile, and with her own blend of snark and good sense. My brother steps towards adulthood and is far from the little boy who used to lean into my shoulders when afraid or tired. 

In the past, when they warded off my attempts to hear what they were up to, I used to press them, ask follow-up questions, try again and again. I didn’t have the closeness with my siblings that I craved, and I wasn’t satisfied settling for a call once a month–if even that. So I put up with the eye-rolling and sighs that headlined that I was being overbearing, smothering, nosy. 

But I got tired. Things weren’t matching up to the harmonious picture of sibling love and unity that I somehow kept striving for. I wasn’t even sure if it was realistic to want it–maybe I was asking too much of my siblings. Maybe we were all too different from each other and I should be okay with that. So I allowed for some distance, called less, and didn’t push my questions when I did. 

Blindspots

Reflecting now upon the Elevator Scene with Loki and Thor, I wonder if me and Thor share not only the same sometimes-overbearing affection for our siblings–but also the same blindspots. Our situations are totally different–none of my siblings have tried to take over the Earth with an alien army or pretend to be our dad to rule the house (though I’m sure my sister could do anything she puts her mind to), but in some ways I have mirrored Thor’s giving up on the possibility of a deeper connection and healing with our siblings.nbsp; 

My tendency is to be a people-pleaser and keep the peace, whether it’s good to let things lie or not, and so I didn’t want to inconvenience my siblings or reach out too much that it would alienate them. I thought I was doing this out of love, and I thought it came across that way…but what if it didn’t? What if my distance is not the freedom Thor and I frame it as, but a reflection of our own resignation to the way things are with our siblings? 

And to a large degree, it is. I mean, Thor has tried SO MANY TIMES to reach out to Loki, confront his harmful behaviors, remind him that they are family, and tell him to come home. You see this most in Avengers when Thor points to all the good memories of their brotherhood as proof that they could have that again:

Thor: I thought you dead.

Loki: Did you mourn?

Thor: We all did. Our father…

Loki: YOUR father! He DID tell you my true parentage, did he not?

Thor: We were raised together, we played together, we fought together. Do you remember none of that?

Loki: I remember a shadow, living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss, I who was and should be king!

……………..

Loki: I AM a king!

Thor: Not here! You give up the Tesseract! You give up this pointless dream!… You come home.

But again, despite the insistence on family bonds and coming together, there are blindspots. Thor simply doesn’t fully understand Loki’s motivations or the demons he’s wrestling with. He makes assumptions about Loki’s power grab based on his perceptions and limited information and dismisses the rest as “imagined slights.” Ouch…that must have stung Loki.

And not only that, but it’s possible that Thor didn’t consider how he has contributed to Loki’s sense of alienation and disillusionment or that it’s simply not possible for them both to go home and have things be the way they were. Loki’s foundations have shattered too much and there’s been too much conflict between them to go back. Thor wants to understand, but there’s a lot going on in Loki under the surface that he just doesn’t see. He says that they are “brothers,” but how do the actions line up with this label from Loki’s point of view?  

Seeing where Thor misses the mark with Loki makes me afraid of what I am missing when I interact with my siblings. I love them and like to define myself as a good older sister, but what if I’m like Thor–all good intentions but causing more hurt rather than helping? This isn’t all me and Thor’s fault since there are just things you don’t see under the surface, and we’re not perfect, but the anxiety of it leaves you in a lose-lose situation because you don’t want overwhelm your siblings with your concern and care…but you also don’t want to lose them. 

It is all too easy for me to relate to Thor, and by the time the events of The Dark World come around, I feel his weariness and frustration. He wants so much to trust Loki, to be close to him again, but after seeing his compassion met with betrayal and bitter mockery one to many times, Thor is about *this close* to being done. And by Ragnarok, it looks like he is. 

A Way Home

Now, whether the elevator conversation is Thor’s way of using reverse psychology on Loki, banking on his betrayal as part of his greater plan, I do think Thor’s words reflect just enough truth of what he’s actually feeling. Maybe he wants to be indifferent to Loki and let him do whatever he wants–that casual passivity would be the easier path. But whatever Thor says, his actions (as always) reveal that there’s still a small stubborn part of him that holds hope for Loki and the brotherhood they could reclaim. 

So what does Thor do? He anticipates Loki’s betrayal, but I think he also gives him an opportunity to come back. He leaves him trapped in an electric bind on the ground, but instead of tossing the remote or taking it with him to cement his action, he places it just close by enough. Not only that, he has already engineered a prison break with compatriots he knows will be headed this way to escape Sakaar. 

Now the choice is again up to Loki. There is a hand reaching out, fragile, uncertain, maybe, but with enough hope to envision the possibility of Loki rejoining Thor and helping save lives rather than simply manipulate or destroy them. And you know what? Loki takes the hand, and when he shows up on Asgard to save the day, it isn’t surprise you see on Thor’s face–it’s joy. 

The coda of Ragnarok provides the response to the question posed by the conversation of Elevator Scene. Loki and Thor are different, and the choices they have made and their outlook on the world mean they will not always understand or align with each other. Each has wronged the other, and they’re only beginning to deal with that. But that doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive with them standing by each other’s side when most needed. Maybe they don’t need to put distance between them to find a way for them both to move forward–maybe that’s not even what’s best for them. 

The alternative is more complicated: choosing to work through the pain and tensions of the past to figure out what being brothers looks like now after everything they have been through together. Thor can learn to listen, continue on his journey of open-mindedness and meet his brother where he is. Loki can learn to heal, trust in the love and care offered him as he reworks what his place in the world is–both the mischief and the heroism. They can figure out how they can be equals in the way they never were before. 

This post wasn’t meant to be so lengthy or anything, but seeing Ragnarok hit me in a way I didn’t expect. And after seeing Loki and Thor wrestling with these deep issues, maybe I won’t stop reaching out to my own siblings–even when it’s hard to. I won’t blame myself for when things don’t go the way I hoped, for the things outside of my control or the things they do, but I won’t let it deter me either. I can’t fix everything, and neither is it up to me to, but I can model care to the people who matter to me and take ownership of that. Me and Thor will stay stubborn and love our siblings the best way we can and never apologize for trying. It’s a new world after all, and maybe we just need to rediscover what home is before heading there. 

Thor Thoughts: Part I, Part 2

[sadlittlenerdking]

Roots

The Magicians, Quentin & Eliot

Chapter 1 / 3

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Soulmate magic

Written for @thewelterschallenge didn’t have time to finish the whole thing, but here’s the first part. (Sorry if formatting/read more is fucked up am doing it on the chrome app on my phone)

“What did you do?!” Margo cries out from her place next to the coffee table, curled up with her arm hugged tight to her chest. She hefts herself up over the table to glare at Quentin, “You absolute baffoon, what did you do?!”

He’s pressed up against the bookshelves, head digging into the door of the secret nook, where he’s holding his own arm against himself. He works his mouth open and closed for a moment, before shaking his head, dumbfounded. His eyes work around the room; Penny’s passed out by the front door, Eliot’s just now coming to on the sofa, and Alice is still unconscious on the jean chair. The sound of pounding footsteps and panicked screams above him tell him the rest of the house is starting to wake up as well.

He pulls his arm away from his chest as Eliot sits up, running a hand through his hair. Just beneath the crook of Quentins elbow, all the way down the veins of his forearm up to the palms of his hand, something that looks like a tattoo has been etched into his skin. It takes him a moment to realize what the image is, it’s still forming, swirling around under his skin, until dark black pushes up and through. A tree, maybe. It looks like branches are forming along the edges of a wide trunk, wispy and haunting. Some of the branches fade as they reach the edges of his arm, disappearing before they wrap around his flesh.

Taking a deep breath, he pushes himself up to sit straight against the bookshelf with his good arm. He looks across the room, to Eliot, who’s frowning down at his own arm. Quentin’s gaze follows down the strands of hair dangling in front of Eliot’s face, down his chest and shoulders, to the dark shape forming on his arm. His is on the opposite side, the left, where Quentin’s is on the right, but it looks almost like the same image. A large, ancient looking tree.

Eliot looks up, clears his throat, “Either I’m really fucking high, or there’s a tree literally growing out of my arm.”

Margo groans, forcing herself up, “You’re both, babe,” She mutters, moving to sit up against the edge of the couch. “You’re really fucking high, and our dear, beloved dumb ass, Quentin, fucked up a spell.”

Eliot groans, eyes darting across the room to land on Quentin. “What’d you do?”

Quentin works his jaw for a moment before sighing dejectedly. “I don’t know,” He finally murmurs. “I - I don’t think this was me.” Because despite the coinsidental timing, there’s no way Quentin’s powerful enough to accidentally knock everyone in the cottage out, and send them writing around on the ground in pain. As much as he’d like to be that powerful, he’s not naive enough to think he actually is.

“Babes, I was there,” Margo scoffs, shaking her head as she reaches up to take Eliot’s hand. “You were doing a spell, then all the lights went out, everyone except you and me passed out. And then wham, bam, thank you ma’am, we’re all flopping around on the ground in agony.”

Frowning, Quentin looks down at her arm. He tilts his head, points at it with his good arm. “You don’t have a tree,” He says. He and Eliot have the same image, and if the spell hit everyone in the house, it only makes sense for them all the have the same thing forming on their arms. But, Margo disproves that. So nothing makes sense.

In typical Brakebills fashion.

She looks down at the picture still forming, “Huh,” She breathes, “Guess I don’t.”

Eliot peeks over the edge of the couch, eyebrows furrowed curiously. “What’d you get?”  

“A raven. Or a crow.” She shakes her head, grimacing, “Some kind of stupid bird.”

Suddenly Penny sits up, groaning in pain and rubbing at his head. Quentin flinches as Penny works his way to his feet, stumbling through to the living room to point an angry, shaking finger at Quentin. “You -,” He trails off, staggering backwards, eyes going cross as he catches sight of the image on his extended arm. “Why the fuck do I have a rabbit on my arm?” He growls, eyes flickering across the room to glare at Quentin again.

Seriously, why does everyone always blame Quentin? It’s not like he’s some all powerful magician - okay. He is. But not the kind of all powerful magicians that can do whatever they all think he’s done. He’d just been doing his homework, for fucks sake.

Eliot sits up, “Ooh, a rabbit? I wanna see!” He forces himself to his feet, grabbing Penny’s arm to look at it. “Awe. You’ve got a cute little bunny,” He smirks up at Penny, “Good luck trying to convince people you’re a bad ass with that on your arm.” He lets go of his arm and sits back down, head flopping back to rest on the back of the couch. “I think I’ll name him Humper.”

“You mean Thumper,” Margo corrects, reaching up to rub his leg.

He shakes his head, lifts it just enough to eye them all smugly. “No. I mean Humper.”

Penny grits his teeth, but before he can reply, Alice wakes up with a startling gasp, sobbing as she clutches her arm to her chest. “Jesus Christ!” They watch her, waiting for her to settle down as she clamps her jaw shut, glaring down at the image forming on her arm. Eliot sits up, tilts his head curiously as Margo lifts her head, trying to see over the table what’s forming on her arm.

When Alice finally takes a steadying breath, and pulls her arm from her chest to look down at it, Margo asks, “So? What’d you get? Songbird? Maybe a kitten,” She turns her head to Eliot, “I could see her with a kitten.”

“She is pretty catty,” Eliot agrees with a nod. “Kitten makes sense.” He turns his attention back on Alice. “Well? Is it a pretty little pus -,”

“Jesus,” Penny groans, “Really, man?”

Alice swallows, “It’s a - a fox.”

Which - okay, could totally make everyone think this is somehow his doing because of Brakebills south and everything, but damn it, he’s innocent. Even if things do keep getting weirder. And seem to point more directly at him.

Margo’s brow quirks, as her eyes slide across the room towards him. “Isn’t that -,”

“Guys!” Todd comes racing down the stairs flushed and red. “Guys!” Quentin allows himself a small breath of relief as Margo’s eyes drift over as todd slides into the living room, grabbing onto the couch to stop himself, and grinning at them frantic, and lost. “I think someone cast like an emotion spell or something!” He holds out his arm, where a bushel of flowers flow up his arm, petals floating off and over the edges of the skin, where they wrap around.

Is there even some kind of theme connecting all of these fucking tattoos? Because is damn sure that he has nothing to do with flowers. He squares his shoulders up against the bookshelf, turning his gaze on Margo, ready to point out that this is absolutely proof that he can’t be behind this because he barely even knows Todd and there’s no reason he’d have flowers.

“What do you mean?” Alice asks before Quentin can even open his mouth.

Todd thrusts his arm closer to Penny, holding it up to him, wild eyed. “Flowers. Hello! Nature. Emotions are directly linked with nature - haven’t you been paying attention in Sunderlands class?” He shakes his head, giddy, “This is so cool!”

“Why is this ‘so cool?’” Margo demands, pushing herself up so she’s sitting straight against the couch and narrowing her eyes at him. “My arm is literally still burning, I have a bruise forming on my ass - and not the good kind of bruise. The kind of I collapsed on the ground and there was no sex involved kind of bruise, Todd.”

Eliot raises a hand, leaning forward between them, “Yeah, she doesn’t like getting non-sex related bruises. Fucks with her whole aesthetic.”

Todd sighs, anxiously moving around the couch and sitting down up against the arm rest. Eliot eyes him warily. “Okay, calm down. You have magic, you can heal the bruise!” He flinches as Margo narrows his eyes. “Look, this is the coolest thing to happen since I got here and you guys are mad about bruises! I don’t mean to intrude on your friendly gossip - or whatever the super secret stuff you guys do is, but this is something we’ve learned about.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, man?” And for once in his life, Quentin can’t help but to agree with Penny.

Todd grins up at Penny, holding his arm out in front of him. “Soul mate magic, dude!” His smile falls a bit as he tilts his head, “I mean. I think. Sunderland said something about nature magic and soul mates and . . . I kind of zoned out. Zoe was casting a spell under her desk, it was . . . it was amazing.” His eyes glaze over as he looks down at Margo, “You’ve met her, haven’t you? i think you guys -,”

“Todd!” Eliot exclaims, snapping his fingers in front of Todds face, “Focus!”

Todd shakes his head and looks at him. “Right. Sorry. So - magic. Soul mates. Nature. Emotions. It’s all linked. Somebody who’s like, emotionally torn or something, cast a nature spell wrong, and somehow made all of us physically linked to our soul mates. I think.” He shoots up from the couch, grin returning, “Oh my god. I need to see if Zoe and I are soul mates!” Before anyone can even ask anything else, he darts out of the room and through the front door, presumably, in search of the mysterious Zoe.

So much for Quentin not being at fault for this. Fuck.

“Who the fuck is Zoe?”

Margo waves a hand, turning her glare on Quentin. “Unimportant. Todd was just useful for once.” She tilts her head, narrowing her eyes, “Because this means Quentin’s definitely the reason we were all flopping around like a load idiotic fish.”

And okay, based on what Todd said, she’s probably right. But. “How? I was doing class work -,”

“I mean, your form was off,” Alice murmurs, and he turns his gaze on her feeling both thankful and mildly offended. “But so much so that you altered reality and everybodies physical bodies? I don’t think so.” Quentin furrows his brow and she shrugs. “You’re not powerful enough.”

Ha! Also, ow. He makes a face and looks down at his arm in his lap. It’s one thing to think it about him himself, but it’s something else entirely for somebody else to confirm it.

“So, Todd’s wrong,” Eliot mutters, pushing up from the couch with a wince and heading towards the bar. “Shocker.”

“Todd could be right. Just. Not entirely.”

Margo sighs, pushing herself up from the floor and sliding onto the couch where Eliot had been sitting. Her elbow finds the arm rest and her fingers tick at her hairline, “So. If we don’t know why - even though I’m still low-key blaming Quentin - then can we figure out what the fuck these things mean?” She flips her other arm up, over her lap so the bird is facing up. “I mean. Are we saying my soulmate is a creepy bird lover? Because we all know El and I are platonic soulmates and neither of us -,”

“I don’t think it’s about the image itself,” Alice interrupts, sitting up properly, “Maybe more about what it represents. And - maybe it’s not about soulmates at all. It could just be emotions.”

Eliot quirks a brow as he gathers the items needed to create his signature cocktail. “So,” He says, grabbing one of the bottle, “You think we’re all wearing our hearts quite literally on our sleeves?” He scoffs, popping the lid on the bottle with a roll of his eyes. “Please, Alice. I truly doubt the physical manifestation of my inner emotions is a tree.” His eyes dart across the room to Quentin, “And in what world are Quentin and I on the same wavelength emotionally?”

“I mean, you two are the only ones that have matching -,”

“I don’t give a fuck about this,” Penny interrupts, storming to the center of the room, “And neither should you guys. Or have you fucking forgotten we have to figure out what to do with the beast? Or is that something we’re just going to abandon to figure out what our stupid magical tattoos mean?”

Alice shrugs one shoulder. “It’s an intriguing mystery -,”

“Let’s just get back to the beast stuff,” Quentin murmurs, pushing himself up and nodding at Penny. “The sooner we figure out a way to deal with the beast, the sooner we can deal with everything else. Imminent death verses mysterious tattoos - I mean. Which one’s more important you guys? Because I don’t know about you, but I really don’t feel like dying.” Not genuinely, at least, he thinks.

Margo and Alice watch them silently, until Eliot shakes the container behind them. They turn to look at him and he shrugs, smirking. “Thought we’d all like a drink. I don’t know about you, but I’d like to replace this burning,” He holds up his arm, the tree facing them all, “With the kind only the best alcohol can provide. Come along, I’ve made enough for everyone.” He grins, widening his eyes as he looks back down and starts pouring the drink into the glasses.

Penny looks at Quentin. “I’m not -,”

“Yeah, I know,” He growls, before grabbing Penny’s wrist and nodding. “Let’s go.” His eyes dart across the room as Penny nods, making eye contact for a brief second with Eliot before he and Penny are suddenly in the Brakebills library.  There’s something in his gaze that follows them, that Quentin tries to shake off as they start digging through books looking for an answer to defeat the beast.

But, even if the words keep disappearing and getting replaced by Eliot’s eyes, Quentin is sure that Todd’s wrong. Nobody in that room is his soulmate.

[bugheadjones-the-third]

Title: Don’t Run Away . Summary: Just after his father convinced him to stay, Jughead goes back inside to look for his girlfriend. It’s going to be a long night for those broken lovers. . A/N: Okay. This is my theory of what happened in between the party and their meeting at Pop’s. It was so unfair of them not to show it, therefore, I felt the need to write down the vision I have in my mind. This one goes as far as the time they leave Archie’s house, so tell me if you think I should continue! Hope you enjoy, and please, send me some feedback! . . . . The party was already a mess, but shit hit the fan only after his knuckles crashed against Chuck’s cheekbones after those stupid words came out from his lips. The former player- football player- decided to tag along with Cheryl in her stupid revenge plan, and much to their delight, chaos was created in what was supposed to be a small, unwanted birthday party. People ended up hurt, physically and emotionally, and even if his face hurt like hell, his heart had never been any tighter than at that very moment.

Jughead was a train wreck, with blood coming out from his bruised face, and all he wanted to do was to go home, wherever the hell that might be at that very moment. He left the Andrew’s residence as a soldier who returns from war- broken and troubled- and he didn’t want to look back on his decision to leave. He didn’t belong there, he knew. Yet, he could feel a strange force pulling him back inside.

It was pulling him towards her.

But his feelings had already caused too much trouble for one troublesome night.

He had to leave. And that was exactly what he was going to do before his father decided to  interfere.

“ Where the hell are you going?” FP bumped on his shoulder, taking him off the flow of people leaving the house.

“What!?” Jughead screamed, anger filling every letter of his statement. His troubled expression shocked his father, for never before had he seen his concealed son so troubled because of a stupid party. “ You gonna give me some advice on my right hook?”

The South Serpent let out a sigh, feeling somewhat annoyed to see that his son’s sarcasm was still present at such a crucial time. That boy really has no cure, and he would make sure to put some sense into his stubborn head. “ I want you to go back inside and talk to your girl.”

“ I don’t think it’s gonna work out. We have irreconcilable differences.”

It was easy for FP to see how hurt the boy was just by the way his eyes were cast down and how he was normally more aggressive with his sentences. His son was heartbroken and he had the right to be. Still, as an adult who has gone to hell and never entirely returned, his father knew better than to let him throw away what could be the only healthy and stable connection of his short, troubled life over a stupid thing like that. He wasn’t going to let his son lose a girl who’s crazy enough to love him for everything that he is.

He was not going to let Jughead make the same mistakes he did back then, for sure.

When the teen tried to make his way past his father, he was obviously held back once more. Another unsatisfied expression took over his juvenile face, as he refused to make any kind of eye contact with the Serpent.

“ Don’t run away from it! Don’t run away.”

His words struck hard in both his and Jughead’s hearts, for it was clear that FP was not just talking about what had just happened minutes before. He was talking about the whole thing and how he didn’t want to see history repeating itself, with his son as the new protagonist of another love tragedy staring the Jones family. “ You’ve got something good here- with her, with your friends. Something that we could never give you.”

Jughead remained silent, allowing his father’s pep talk to sink into the depths of his gloomy soul. For the first time in his life, the words coming from his old man were making sense and igniting something inside his core. The bruise was long forgotten, and he was impressed that he, Jughead Jones the Third, was actually being convinced otherwise.

Things were really messed up that night.

“ Also, man up.” Jughead looked at him, feeling somewhat encouraged. “ After what I just saw in there, she needs you.”

And that was when the whole thing wrapped up inside his heart. The figure of a blonde girl, with eyes on the verge of tears got even clearer in his head, and at that time he just knew he couldn’t leave her behind, especially not after everything she had listened to on that night. Harsh words were thrown at her simply because she was trying to do something nice, and more than ever he recognized his share of the guilt at that moment.

He was still hurt because of the party and because of their fight, but the idea of tears streaming down her soft cheeks was the one thing that was troubling him the most. That night, she was humiliated and exposed, and not only by people such as Cheryl and Chuck. He hurt her and took her for granted because of his own demons, and more than ever Jughead just wanted to punch every single one of them in the face.

Betty should have never gone through such terrible experiences like that, no. Not when he’s supposed to be around to protect her.

Not when he’s the one she calls boyfriend, and especially, not when she needs him.

Tch, he couldn’t believe his father had actually made him do the right thing.

Without thinking twice, the beanie boy turned on his heels and returned inside in order to seek for his girl. His greenish-blue eyes were scanning the whole place, looking for her golden pony tail in between the many heads that were heading towards the exit, but finding no sign of the girl. The entire place was a mess. Blue and Gold decorations spread around the floor, red solo cups forgotten everywhere, along with beer bottles and things he didn’t even dare try to identify.

Jughead even found Vegas’ toy spread around, and for his four-legged pal's safety, he would definitely remember to get rid of that thing as soon as he fixed things with his girlfriend.

He searched for her everywhere, checking the garage, the backyard and even the rooms upstairs, asking everyone who hadn’t still left if they had seen the Cooper girl. He placed a hand over his beanie, taking a deep breath as he took time to think before continuing his desperate search.

Betty had to be there. He didn’t remember seeing her leave, and hopefully, he didn’t miss her by accident while he was upstairs or in any of the other places where she wasn’t. He knew that if she had returned home, then his chances of talking to her would be close to zero. Her mother is a strong person, and even Jughead knows messing with Alice Cooper is a terrible mistake.

He had to find her before it was too late.

And thankfully, after passing by his favorite place in the house, the Jones boy finally spotted that beautiful, crown sweater she had been wearing since earlier. She was at the kitchen, leaning against the cupboard and with her back turned to him. Her right hand had a tight grip around the trash bag, and her left one was resting over the mahogany structure as if she was using it to support herself. Her shoulders were tensed, and as he slowly approached her, he could hear small sobs coming out of her mouth.

So she was crying, after all.

“ Betty.”

Her body shifted immediately at the sound of his voice, and he watched as she quickly used her free hand to wipe away her face. She took a deep breath in response, and as if she hadn’t heard him at all, the Cooper girl continued cleaning up and throwing the empty bottles inside the dark bag in her hand.

“ Betty… We need to-“ He reached out for her shoulder, but before he could even touch her, she took a step away, creating an even bigger barrier in between them.

“ Why are you still here, Jughead?” Her voice was harsh and hurt, and not being able to look into her eyes was simply killing him. She was trying to keep a distance between them as in a protective measure, and even if he had tried to do it before, Jug knew he couldn’t let her do the same.

“ I couldn’t leave you all alone in this state. Not after that stupid game.”

"You were on your way out before the game even started, so I don’t think that’s the case.”

“ Look, about what Chuck said… It was not your fault. He’s just a jerk. He-“

“ He was right!... He didn’t say a single lie about me and I’m the only one to be blamed for this whole night.”

“ No, you’re not. Tch, you can’t let that guy get the best of you. You’re a good person, Betty. You’re-“

“ Perfect?”

Silence stuck in between them, as they were now taken back to their fight earlier that night. Back to when their differences collided, and when his introvert personality made him say things he didn’t mean at all. He regretted his words more than ever at that moment, as he was blaming himself for labeling her like that.

A straight A student. A cheerleader. The perfect girl next door.

He had judged her for all of those things people normally do, not caring about the fact that maybe she was just as broken as he is. For him, Betty Cooper has always been the purest center of everything that is right in the world. For him she has always been, indeed, perfect. However, after learning more about her family and after listening to Chuck revealing her darkest secret, Jughead realized that his conception of right did not apply on her.

She’s a weirdo. A damaged, loner, outsider from the wrong side of the tracks who was trying to seem perfect for the others.

She’s an idiot. And so is he for letting the beast within her hide behind that facade.

“ Y-You’re not perfect… I’m sorry about what I’ve said.”

“ You shouldn’t. Neither you nor Chuck. It’s just the truth.”

“ No, it’s not. Betty, I-“

“ Look.” She raised her voice, making his eyes widen and his words disappear in his tongue. She was clearly not okay, and apparently, his approach was just making things worse. Still, he was not going to give up on her. He was not going to give up on them. “ I think you should just go. Your room is not a mess, and… Just go.”

“ I’m not going anywhere, Betty.”

“ Please, Jug.” Her voice crackled, and at that moment, he knew she had completely lost herself in her own guilt. “ Go away.”

Her pleading words made his heart pound, for many of the times he actually said those words to the ones close to him, all he really wanted was for one of them to stay. Even if her voice was telling him to go, he couldn’t care less about that. He was not going to do as he was told, and he was certainly not going to leave his girlfriend alone.

He was not running away that time.

“ No. I want to fix this.”

“ Jughead, there’s nothing you can do.“

“ I want to try.”

“ You can’-“

“ I want to help!”

"..." She bit her lower lip, as a tear fell from her eye. “ So clean this whole mess up!” She finally turned to face him, red eyes stinging from the wiped tears and all her insecurities forcing their way out of her body. She let go of the trash bag, and both of her hands were turned into fists. Betty was not mad at all, he could clearly see that. She was just hurt in the same way he was before, as she addressed herself as the personification of the word mess.

Betty was begging for help. And he would never ignore her silent call.

“ I’ve tried cleaning it all by myself, but I just can’t, Jug! I’ve tried, but in the end I just can’t. I’m crazy just like my family, and even if I’ve tried to rely on your words, I know that I’ll eventually drag them down with me. I’ll drag you down with me!”

“ No, you won’t! Betty, you’re destroying yourself right now, and you just can’t do it right now. This was just a mistake, and it wasn’t your fault.”

“ Yes, it was, Jug! You were right! I don’t know what you like or not, and I probably just did this party for myself… To prove that I can be perfect at something. I was trying to be the perfect girlfriend, but I can’t. I’m not and I’ll never be…” She took a step closer, placing her right hand on his soft cheek and lifting his head so her eyes were now focused on his bruise. “ As your girlfriend, I’m only good to get you hurt, Jug.”

“ No, you’re not.” He held her hand in place before she could move it away, and he could feel something different in the texture of her palm. It got him intrigued, but before he could check on it, he saw as her eyes shifted in a mix of sorrow and fear. He carefully let go of her hand, and watched as she turned it into a fist and brought it to her chest. There was something more causing her pain and by the end of that night, Jughead would make sure to find out what.

But not before he could mend their broken hearts.

“ Yes, I am…” She said, in a whisper, as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“ No, I’ve already told you that you’re not.” His expression was soft and tender now, and as he placed his hands on her cheeks, he could feel a strong need to pull her closer in a hug so he could shield her from the entire world. He wiped the tears that followed behind the first one that hit the floor, and he looked deep into her beautiful, blue eyes. “ Betty… We’re both hurt by things we both did. The party, the fight… This is not us. We’re better than that.”

“ H-How? We’re both so different, Jug.”

“ …. I don’t know, but…” He brushed his thumb across her right cheek, soothing her heart before letting his hands fall from her face to her shoulders. Her eyes looking at him with so much hope gave him strength, and Jughead knew exactly what he had to say. " But we have something- something different. We both have our secrets that we’re afraid to tell, but it’s definitely not because we don’t trust each other. We are different, but I also don’t think anyone would ever understand us as we do. Tonight… Tonight we just didn’t know.”

And by didn’t know, both of them understood what Jughead really meant with his words. He meant they didn’t know each other enough yet. They didn’t know each other’s tastes and dreams, and they certainly didn’t know all their fears and insecurities. Somehow, they felt like they didn’t know each other at all, even if they knew that was not true.

They knew they could trust each other.

They knew they could count on each other.

They knew their love was real.

Both Jughead and Betty knew that it was time for them to be completely honest about what’s inside their hearts, even if none of them actually knew exactly what they could find there. They were ready to face the unknown together, fighting against their darkness and secrets, and not caring about how vulnerable or how exposed that would leave them.

Only together they could win that fight. Only together they could fix their hearts.

And that was exactly what they were going to do.

But not in a place like that.

“Jug…"

“ I think that since we want this to work…” Because he knew they did. "We’ll need to talk about the things we don’t know.” He said, not taking his eyes away from hers. A soft, small smile crossed her lips, as she was silently thanking him for guiding her through that lightless path she had ended up following that night.

She was thankful for him being there, with her.

And she just knew things would, eventually, be okay.

" I think we’ll need milkshakes for that.”

“ Yeah…" He felt his chest getting warmer, as he caressed her arms." Shall we?”

“ Let’s go.”

And with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, both Jughead and Betty left what was left of Archie’s house. They were walking together to the one place where they knew they would find peace, and to the one place where all their fears wouldn’t be able to hurt them.

They were heading out to Pop’s. And in between milkshakes and words, they would certainly recover their lost birthday.

[goingtothetardis]

Through Time and Space: The Idiot’s Lantern

Rating: Teen Pairing: Ten x Rose Summary: Set during and after “The Idiot’s Lantern” Series: Through Time and Space Tags: Missing scene, introspection, K-I-S-S-I-N-G  Words: ~1,700 Find it: AO3 • TS Notes: I’ve been looking forward to writing this particular installation for a very long time. It’s definitely a Turning Point™ in their relationship for this series, and I’m excited about events to come. I’m still not sure if I’m going to up the rating or not in future chapters, so stay tuned. I really hope you guys like this. :D

Thanks to @jeeno2 for the beta. And to @tenrose-s for the gif of this hug. <3

With Tommy by his side, the Doctor hurries through the streets to reach the hidden garage imprisoning the people whose faces had been taken by the Wire. He’s focused solely on finding Rose, anxious to reunite with the one woman who has given his life any meaning in the few years since the Time War.

Knowing he’s trapped the Wire and reversed the effects of it, the Doctor can’t help the restless agitation and impatience that simmers under his skin in his anticipation to see Rose. He needs the evidence that she’s safe and whole again, to feel the essence of her bright soul that shines into the dark places of his mind.

The Doctor shudders as he recalls the nauseating twist of revulsion and anger in his stomach after they’d brought Rose into the office from the street the previous night, her beautiful face an empty slate, devoid of life. It’s a nightmare he won’t soon forget. The Oncoming Storm inside him continues to seethe with rage at the memory, and he’s only settled by the fact that the man and alien responsible for putting Rose in such a position are gone.

He’d given the man his one chance.

And the Wire will be easy to erase.

The Doctor shoves the dark thoughts aside as he and Tommy step around the corner into the garage area. He dimly notes Tommy veering off to his grandmother as he searches for Rose. Finally, someone steps aside, and he sees her talking to another woman. As soon as her eyes connect with his, however, a wide smile blossoms across her face, and the Doctor surges forward to meet her.

The desire to kiss her burns through his veins, stronger than ever before, but he tamps down those urges in favor of crushing her in an embrace and swinging her around, welcoming the way her own arms clasp tightly around him. They both laugh with joy, delighted to be reunited once more, safe in each other’s arms.

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They walk back to the TARDIS later that evening, hands clasped and swinging between them, and the Doctor can’t help but glance at Rose every few seconds. It’s as though he can’t get enough of her face, as though he’s scared she’ll disappear in front of his eyes, and he categorizes every detail: every freckle, every minute wrinkle, the smudge of lipstick past the line of her bottom lip, the way her mascara is slightly smeared in the corner of one eye, the way her hair has fallen out from dancing and flutters in feathery wisps around her face. Even in the hazy light of street lamps, he can see the rosy tinge to her cheeks that deepens when she realizes he can’t keep his eyes off her.

Who can blame him, really, after temporarily losing everything that makes Rose Rose?

Rose sighs, and leans her head against his shoulder as they walk the last few steps to the TARDIS. She’s tired, both of them are, exhausted from the past few emotionally charged days without rest, but they’ve left the street party full of smiles and sugar, content and happy, ready to decompress on the TARDIS.

The Doctor fishes out his key from his pocket and pushes the door open for Rose. He follows, closing the door behind him.

“‘S good to be home, yeah?” Rose says softly, trailing her fingers along the ramp railing. “Always is after adventures like these.” The TARDIS rotor pulses warmly in greeting a few times, and Rose turns to him with a tired smile. “She thinks so too.”

“Yeah,” he replies. He shoves his hands into his pockets and follows Rose up the ramp before walking a circle around the console, deep in thought. Rose sits in the center of the jumpseat chewing on her thumbnail while he sends them into the Vortex, and when his ship is safely drifting, he’s come to a decision.

They’d danced together at the street party that night, but almost losing Rose again, has made him realize that the barriers and rules and curses he hides so readily behind do nothing to subdue the way he just wants to take her in his arms and kiss her breathless. It’s not a new revelation, not really, as the thought has crossed his mind more times than he can count, both with this body and the last. But he’s tired of holding back, of keeping the distance he’s tried to maintain.

It’s time to stop wasting time. It’s time to stop hiding.

“Rose,” he says suddenly, pulling Rose’s attention to him. He steps forward and holds out a hand. “I’d love it if you’d have this last dance. With me.” It’s a request more than a question, but he knows he’s being vulnerable, finally the one to make a move in this little game they play.

Rose blinks, clearly surprised, but her answering smile tells him all he needs to know. “Yeah, course I will, Doctor.”

As she takes his hand and hops off the jumpseat, the melodies of a romantic ballad from the era they’re in drift around them. For a while, they maintain a more formal waltz and move gracefully around the console, but as time passes, they gradually move closer together. Rose’s hands drift up around his neck to play with his hair, and she turns her head, resting it between his hearts.

The Doctor closes his eyes and pulls her even closer closer, preventing them from really moving, so they simply sway back and forth together. After a time, he pulls back slightly, grinning when she makes a little noise of protest. She quiets when he cups her face in his hands and stares into her eyes. The music in the background changes to something soft and instrumental, but right now, he’s focused solely on Rose.

“It took your face, Rose,” he says softly, brushing over her cheekbones with his thumbs. “I was so angry.” He leans down and places a feather of a kiss to Rose’s temple. She gasps, and as her eyes flutter closed, her hands fall from his neck and find purchase in the lapels of his jacket.

His lips travel inward and graze over her eyelids, the faintest touch of lips to skin, and Rose shudders with pleasure. She’s silent, somehow understanding his need to have this moment.

“This face, your face– I’m quite attached to it, you know. And when it wasn’t there, when your beautiful smile was taken away, I felt something inside me break.” A matching kiss to her other temple, to her forehead, to her cheeks. “And I realized all these barriers I put up, they’re rather pointless, aren’t they?” A kiss to the corner of her mouth pulls a low moan from Rose, who’s clearly fighting to stay still.

“They are a bit daft,” she agrees.

He grins and mirrors his last kiss on the opposite side of her mouth. “Because we’ve always been headed toward this moment, haven’t we, Rose?”

“Wha’s that, then?” she asks breathlessly, finally opening her eyes to meet his. They’re dark and hooded, and they flick briefly to his lips, before returning to his. It’s the last bit of confirmation he needs.

“This,” he answers, leaning down to press his lips to hers. He keeps his eyes open until the last possible moment, before closing them to revel in the sensation of her soft lips moving against his. She melts into him, winding her arms around his back, and one his hands threads through her hair and tilts her head up so he can more easily access her lips. For several moments, it’s a simple exploration of lips as noses bump and teeth clack quietly together, both unable to keep from smiling.

His curious tongue, however, refuses to play it safe, and he flicks it gently against Rose’s bottom lip, tasting the lingering sweetness of orange juice from the party. Rose opens her mouth, welcoming the deepened kiss, and they both groan loudly when their tongues meet for the first time. A tingling warmth spreads from his lips, down his spine, and through his extremities. Shivering in pleasure, he knows now he’ll never be able to get enough of this feeling.

It’s different, this kiss, than the others they’d shared since his regeneration: Rose’s kiss after Cassandra and the chaste peck of lips in Rome. It’s one filled with conscious intent, both equal participants mindful of the changes and shifts to their relationship it brings.

They’ve drifted slightly, and the Doctor presses against Rose into the edge of the console. She begins to withdraw from the kiss and pulls his lower lip between her teeth before releasing it. Eyes still closed, the Doctor leans forward with a frustrated moan, searching for the lovely lips that have just abandoned him. At a giggle from Rose, his eyes crack open, and she’s smiling widely, tongue caught in the corner of her mouth.

A tongue he can finally chase. He does, and it’s several more minutes of brilliant snogging before they both pull back, breathless and more than a little dazed.

Rose runs her tongue over her lips and rests a few fingers against them, as though she can’t believe the recently transpired events.

The Doctor preens, reveling in Rose’s flushed and slightly disheveled appearance. “Yup,” he says with a smirk, “still got it.”

“Git.” Rose pushes him gently on the chest, and he rocks back and forth on his toes, unperturbed. Her smile tells him she’s not really serious.

“Your git, though.” He holds his breath. “Right?”

Rose rolls her eyes and grabs his hand, lacing her fingers with his. “Of course you are, you daft alien.” She scoots out from between him and the console and tugs him out of the console room. “Now, I’m gonna get out of these clothes and shower, and you’re gonna meet me in the library for a cuppa and a cuddle, yeah?”

“A cuppa and a cuddle?” He hums in delight. “Oh, Rose Tyler. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”