#here’s some of what’s happening outside of Jack’s pov

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Chapter 4: You Want to Live Where?

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary:  When you decided to work with Butcher and his merry band of supe hunters to take down Homelander, you neve expected to be saddled with a sullen, grumpy, jerk like Soldier Boy when the job was done. The more you're around him the more you hate him, but you can't help but wonder, is he really as big a jerk as you think? Reader is a supe with plant powers. This takes place in an AU about a month after the end of The Boys Season 3, in which Butcher has let Soldier Boy continue to work with him on his team.  (I'm real bad at summaries, please forgive me!)

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers (Not in this chapter), Slow Burn, Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Protective Ben/ Soldier Boy.

Word Count: 7.6K

Warnings: I'm going to label this 18+ because Soldier Boy (he's a warning and everyone knows it), swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendo, sexual tension. Ben/Soldier Boy might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

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You lay down the $2.50 map of NYC that you bought at the bodega next door to Butcher's apartment building on the giant threadbare wooden table that serves as the group dining room table.  Everyone was still in Jersey, for what reason you didn't know, but it meant that the apartment was silent.

Aka. Ben wasn't here to drive you to murder.

After Annie and you had said goodbye, she went back to Vought Tower because Ashley had called and complained about something that you couldn't hear over the sounds of the city outside the coffee shop. You were hoping that she'd text you later to dish about Ashley's probably insane request. While you kept your promise to Butcher about plotting out where the carjackings were happening and noting the auto shops nearby.

He had left you the complete lists of where the cars were stolen, what time, and how many. It was your job to mark them on the map and see if any of them were like the others. He was getting frustrated with how little the team could find on the electric wielding supe who was jacking cars, and you wanted to help out as much as you could. In a few days you were going to go to the auto shops in the same area to see if anyone heard anything about him.

Best case scenario someone would give you a lead, worst case scenario you were back to square one.

You lean down over the table, making the first mark on the map where the initial carjacking took place. It was at the top of the map which meant that you were practically laying on top of the table to reach.

The door to the apartment behind you opened but you didn’t think about it, too absorbed in making the correct tick mark.

"Don't stop on my account Doll." You hear Ben's low rumble break through the silence of the apartment.

You fight the urge to audibly groan when you realize that he's back from Jersey and here to make your life a living hell.

You stand up and turn around to face him. He’s wearing his Soldier Boy suit, standing  inside the front door and looking just as handsome as he always does, as much as you hate to admit that. He's got some soot smeared just under his left eye, and the left sleeve of his suit is singed, but other than that he looks okay.

“I thought you wouldn’t be back for at least another hour-“ You begin to say, but Ben interrupts.

“I missed you Petals.” He smirks wider, setting his shield down against the base of the kitchen counter. “You and that perfect ass of yours.”

“Where is everyone else?”

“Fuck if I know. After I bagged the supe I didn’t ask questions.” He shrugs moving into the kitchen to pour himself a drink.

You roll your eyes and turn back to the map laying on the table, making another tick with the red marker in your hand where a car was stolen, but avoid bending over the table. “So which supe did you go after? The electric guy?”

“No this girl had fire shit coming out of her hands.”

"Oh guess you've got a new girlfriend, huh Gramps? Though I will say you definitely have a type. First Countess and now-"

"Jealous?" Ben responds from right next to you.

You weren’t expecting him to be so close, so close in fact that you could practically feel the heat of his skin through the air between the two of you from where he leans over the table looking at the map. It immediately reminds you of this morning when he pinned you to the counter, how his body felt pressed against yours, and how his gaze seemed to hold you in place. His eyes really were beautiful, more green than you'd ever seen anyone have, but you were biased because your favorite color was green for obvious reasons.

“You’re doing it again Sweetheart.” Ben smirks, his eyes shifting to where you pretend to study the map with a newfound fascination.

Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Don't look at him.

"Doing what?" You ask making another tick on the map as you go down the list Butcher made last night when you were researching.

"Thinking about fucking me." Ben says.

"No I'm not." You reply tapping the map with your red pen.

"You're a terrible liar doll. It's what I love about you." He laughs, but then takes a sip from his glass. "Um." Ben pauses. "How was your day?" Ben says it slowly, awkwardly, like it's difficult for him.

"What?" You turn to look at him, surprised.

"How was your day?" He repeats. Ben's green eyes are shining in the soft light coming from the lamps lit around the apartment, his dark hair softly curling around the back of his ears. Again you're struck by how normal he looks. Because despite wearing his supe suit, Ben looks relaxed, calm, sipping from the amber liquid in the glass like he belongs here and not forty years ago.

"Why are you asking me that?"

You were confused. Ben had never asked you about your day never seemed to care about how you were. You remember earlier when Ben asked if you would be at the apartment later, like he genuinely wanted to know what you were doing.

This is weird.

Ben shrugs.

"It was okay." You say slowly, narrowing your eyes in suspicion. "I fixed a shipment of African Violets-"

"African what?"

"African Violets." You answer. "It's a flowering plant, has fuzzy leaves. We always sell out of them. I have some in the windows at my apartment."

"The purple ones?" Ben interrupts.

He noticed that?

"Yeah." You blink in surprise. "And I got coffee with Annie."

Where she mocked me endlessly for kissing you and liking it.

"Did Hughie go with you two? Kinda seems like he doesn't do much without her say so." Ben laughs at his own joke, the ice in his glass clinking against the sides as he tilts it back to catch the last few drops. "Poor bastard's pussy whipped."

You can't help, but snort. You knew how Annie seemed to have a bit of a hold on Hughie, but where Ben saw Hughie as being "pussy whipped" you saw Hughie as being in love with Annie and willing to do things for her.

"No he didn't come with us and I think that he'd disagree and say that he loves Annie. When you were with Countess didn't you guys do anything together?"

"We did lots of things together." Ben's eyes darken slightly. "Things I wouldn't mind showing you."

You shake your head at him and nudge his shoulder. "Come on. You didn't go on dates or anything?"

You were probably crossing a border by asking Ben about Countess. You'd never asked him about her before, had heard about how the relationship exploded, LITERALLY.

Not to mention she was probably the closest to love that Ben had ever come. Maybe you were just curious, curious if Ben had actually cared about her, if he'd actually had feelings or if it had been a lie.

Ben hesitates for a second. "Why do you care?"

"Just making conversation." You look back down at the map noting the streets that run within the circle of carjackings.

It can't be a coincidence given how many auto shops there are within this circle. Someone has to know what’s been going on.

He hesitates and you wonder if that’s because it’s painful to talk about her or painful for him to open up. "Once or twice." Ben says finally. "We didn't really do that."

"Oh."

"We went to premieres and fucked a lot." Ben doesn't seem that disappointed by it, as if he thinks that is what a healthy relationship should be.

Didn't need to know that. What else did I expect? He said that he wasn't into emotions earlier today of course he doesn't care about that. He's so confusing. He told Hughie that he loved her and that he wanted to have kids with her, how is that born from going to premieres and fucking? Kinda feels like you'd need to spend more time together and have deeper conversations for that to happen right? You know what? I'm not gonna judge his relationship, maybe they had a great connection or whatever.

You think about your only serious relationship which was 7 months with your high school boyfriend Newton. You thought that you loved him, and then he broke your heart. But Newton and you had done more than go on one or two dates, it had been a relationship, you had depended on him, told him things about yourself that you didn't tell anyone else.

"How about you?" Ben's fingers trace one of the roads along the map.

"How about me what?" You put another 'x' over another place where there was another carjacking.

"Have you ever been in a relationship or have you just been waiting around for Jake to fuck you?"

"I don't want him to fuck me-"

"Sorry. You want him to make love to you." Ben says make love like it's a curse word.

"You're not making me want to share anything about my life with you."

"Come on Petals, I shared my deepest darkest secrets with you." He nudges you with his elbow.

"I wouldn’t say that you telling me that you and Countess fucked and went to a premiere together is your 'deepest darkest secrets.'" You make air quotes with your free hand. "But, I’ve only had one serious relationship and it was in high school."

"And?" Ben presses

"It was 7 months lasted just until he went to college. What else do you want me to tell you?"

"Why did it end?" Ben pours himself a new glass of whiskey.

"Why does that matter?"

"Come on doll."

"I-" You bite the inside of your cheek in contemplation. I can't believe I'm about to say this. "He wasn't a supe and when I finally told him that I was a supe he didn't react appropriately and I locked him in a tree." You make another tick on the map.

"You locked the fucker in a tree?" Ben snorts into his glass.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Because he asked me if I could shapeshift and made a few comments about my body." You say it quietly more to the map than to Ben.

Ben's hand gently comes under your chin turning your face towards him. He looks pissed, his green eyes dark as he gazes down at you. "What did he say about your body?" Ben's voice is more of a growl than anything else.

His touch was gentle, almost caring, and he’d never tried to do that before.

"Nothing worth repeating-"

"Tell me." Ben breathes. "Please."

"Just that I could lose a few pounds and make myself a little more busty."

Ben doesn’t move. His jaw clenches tightly, muscles tensed, eyes hardening. “He said that to you?”

You nod because you’re not sure what to say. Ben was acting different all over again.

“Fuck him. He’s wrong.” Ben says, voice tight. “He’s an insignificant asshole who didn’t understand how to speak to a woman and who deserved to be locked in a tree. Hell, if I had been there I would have beat him with a tree.”

“I’m not exactly sure you know how to speak to a woman either Ben.” You crack a smile remembering every time that Ben had made an inappropriate comment to you.

“Well I’d never call a woman fat. And he must have been blind because you have the most perfect body-“

“Shut up.”  You roll your eyes at him, but all he does is grin.

Ben stands there for a minute, still holding on to your chin, his skin burning through yours where the two of you are touching. Your eyes shift down to his lips for a millisecond thinking about how soft they were last night and Ben clocks the movement.

You wonder if he wants to kiss you as much as you want to kiss him. If he's remembering the kiss you shared with him last night, if it felt as good for him as it did for you, because it couldn't have been just you.

You hated seeing this side of Ben because it constantly gave you whiplash.

Was he a jerk or was he actually deeper than you thought and he locked it all underneath the macho bullshit?

You pull back, letting his hand fall from your chin to continue working on the map, but can’t fight the way you miss his touch against your skin.

An awkward silence follows and you keep looking at the list that Butcher gave you to avoid looking at Ben, going down the list with the marker checking them off. Because you knew if you looked at him again you would definitely try to kiss him and after what he just said to you, you really wanted to.

Deep down you wonder if that was him trying to connect with you, trying to not be such a jerk or if he was changing tactics to try and get you to sleep with him, just like when he remembered how much you liked ABBA.

There's no way that he actually pays that much attention to me, that he actually cares enough, right?

Finally you ask. "How was your day?" It comes out hesitant, as if you can't really form the words. Honestly it was weird to ask him something so mundane, without it being sarcastic. Saying anything was weird after the moment the two of you just shared.

"Better now that I got to see you doll." Ben catches your eye with a wide smirk, slipping into old habits.

Why do I even try to-

"It was okay." He follows up with a shrug. "Firey bitch got a few hits in."

You glance over at where his suit is singed over his left arm, and then raise your eyes to the soot smeared under his left eye, wondering if it actually burned his skin. "Are you okay?"

Sometimes it was easy to forget that he was almost indestructible. And after all the tapes that you'd seen of Ben being tortured in Russia, you did hate it when he got hurt. He didn’t deserve that, not after what he'd been through.

"I'm a little harder to roast alive, but I like that you worry about me." Ben leans further towards you, so close that his breath tickles the right side of your neck.

"I'm not worried about you." You turn to glare at him.

"You know when you lie you get this little scrunch right here." Ben's finger gently touches the space between your eyebrows making your face turn bright red. "It's cute."

"Don't touch me."

“I think you like it when I touch you.”

“No I don’t.”

I do.

“Then why does your heart start beating a little faster when I do?” Ben smirks as if he thinks he’s caught you.

“To pump all the hate faster through my body.”  You snap. You move around the table to the other side to get further away from him and his stupid perfect face. “And if you couldn’t tell I’m working on something and I’d like to be done with it soon so I can go home.”

“You sure you don’t want to take a break? I’ve got to take a shower. Might help you relax a bit.”

“I’m perfectly relaxed!” You snap back, crushing the writing utensil in your hand. 

Ben looks from the ruined red marker in your hand that drips ink down your skin and then back up at you. “Are you? Because that pen says otherwise.”

"Don’t you have anything else to do? Like get someone pregnant with Homelander 2.0?” You say, wiping the ink from the pen on an old rag that hangs from one of the chairs.

At the mention of his son, the expression on Ben's face turn murderous, and you can't help but feel a little guilty. It was a low blow. You hadn’t meant to bring him up, but Ben always had a way of getting under your skin worse than anyone else. Ben never talked about him or brought him up in conversation. You knew why. Ben might not have said it aloud, but you saw how he acted whenever his son was brought up in conversation, how he seemed just a little more tense than usual and almost a little more quiet.  You knew that he was hurt by what had happened even if he didn’t want to admit it.

You figured that finding out that he had a son that was made in a lab without his permission was enough of a slap in the face, not to mention the whole thing about Homelander being the replacement for him and being the reason why his team was "allowed" to stab him in the back and send him to Russia in the first place.

Fuck.

"I didn't mean that Ben. I'm sorry." You say touching his wrist before you can stop yourself. As much as you didn't get along with him, he didn't deserve to be reminded of something like that.

"Why the fuck should I care?" Ben yanks his wrist back from you, his tone harsher, no longer teasing. The humor is gone from his eyes and the guilt builds in your chest as you look up at him.

"Because I know that you're still a little upset about everything that happened with Vought and Homelander and-"

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Ben spits moving around the table to tower over you.

It's the first time you'd ever seen him really mad at you, the only other time was when you met for the first time and he tried to rip you in half, but got a face full of tree branch instead, the night Homelander finally got put on ice.

"I'm not some fucking pussy that talks about their feelings or someone who gives a fuck about anyone else." He continues, eyes blazing. "I don't give a fuck about feelings or emotions or any of that shit. So do me a favor Sweetheart, don't put me on a fucking white horse, don't romanticize me, and don't turn me into something I'm not. Because the only thing that I want from any woman is to fuck them. Don’t forget it." Ben pushes past you to go to his room, slamming the door so hard the entire apartment shakes.

Well that went well.

By the time you finish the map and make a complete list of all the auto shops contained within the large circle you marked on the map when you connected where the car jackings were happening, everyone was back and Ben was gone.

He had left about thirty minutes after he yelled at you, didn't look in your direction once as he stomped out the door of the apartment wearing his signature leather jacket and dark t-shirt jeans combo.

You assumed he had a tinder date or he was just trying to get away from all the noise. Bagging the supe had definitely  boosted morale. Even Butcher seemed less moody than usual, the dark cloud that hung over him dissipating for a few hours while everyone laughed and ate greasy pizza.

But despite the happy atmosphere in the apartment, you couldn’t help but think of Ben. Yes he yelled at you, but you shouldn't have brought up Homelander. It wasn't your business and Ben might have tried to cover up what he was feeling with his usual angry, loud, and sexually forward advances, but you could see that he did have emotions, he just tried to hide them.

He just needs to drop the bullshit macho attitude.

You didn’t think that it was weak for a man to show his emotions, if anything you thought that it showed emotional maturity and it was nice to meet a man who was actually open about what he was feeling rather than keeping it locked away and repressed.

Sometimes you thought you could see the man that Ben was, when everything was quiet and it was the two of you, but then he'd make a pass at you or revert back into whatever the hell kind of person he was a few hours ago when he yelled at you for apologizing.

For APOLOGIZING of all things.

You walked back to your apartment quickly and quietly, taking note of the place that is overgrown with weeds where you had fought the muggers last night. The bodies were gone now and you wondered if they were at the hospital or in prison. The blood stains on the ground where Ben beat the man were still on the pavement, and again you thought whether or not the man was alive.

You doubted it.

When you round the corner and approach your apartment building you notice that someone is sitting on the front steps, but you don’t pay any attention to it, you just continue to walk forward.

“Hey Petals.” Ben leans back on the steps smoking a blunt. His hair is more tousled than usual as if someone has run their fingers through it and you assume that the reason why he left earlier is because he had a “date.”

You watch the way the thick darkened strands lay on his head, admiring how it looks in the light that comes from the street lights that line the sidewalk. You were trying not think about how it would feel to brush the strands back from his face, to twist your fingers in his hair.

No. Not thinking about that right now.

“What are you doing here Gramps?” You cross your arms over your chest and use his nickname to offset the annoyance you feel when he calls you 'Petals.'

“Well I left some clothes here this morning and thought I’d come up to get them.”

“I can just bring them to the apartment-“

“You could.” He interrupts, taking a hit from the joint. “But I didn’t want to put you out.”

“How chivalrous of you, but aren't you the guy who forced me to let him crash on my couch yesterday?”

“Well I could have slept in the bed with you, but you were so adamant about me ‘respecting your boundaries.’”

"Thanks." You force a smile. "Fine, you can come up for two minutes-"

"If you make it 10, I promise I'll make it worth your while." Ben's lips pull into a mischievous smirk around the blunt perched between his lips.

You roll your eyes and pass him as you go up the concrete steps, feeling his gaze on your ass the whole time.

When you finally get up to your apartment Bean greets you at the door, purring loudly and rubbing against your ankles. You stoop down to pet him, running your fingers through his thick gray fur.

“Hey buddy. You missed me huh?” Bean purrs louder and pushes his neck into your fingertips to signal you to keep scratching him.

Ben walks past you to the couch where his clothes are waiting but instead of picking them up, he sits down and grabs the tv remote before propping his feet up on your coffee table.

“What are you doing?” You look up at him.

“One of my old films is playing tonight. Thought you’d want to watch it.” The tip of the blunt burns bright red like a beacon in your apartment.

“No. The only thing I want is for you to leave.” 

Ben huffs out a cloud of smoke. “Look I know you like me-“

“I don’t.”

“You do.” He smiles. “So why can’t I stay here?”

“Because this is my apartment!”

“I can pay half the rent if you want me to.”

“It’s not about the money-“

“Then why?”

“Because this is my home! This is where I come to get away from people. This is where I come to decompress when you piss me off! And I don’t want you to live here because you’re a huge dick, stuffed full of macho shit, who keeps trying to sleep with me!” You shout, standing from the ground to plant your hands on your hips.

Ben only smiles as if you've complimented him. "Come on, was last night all that bad? I didn't bother you-"

"Because all we did was go to bed, if you stay here, that’s you 24/7. I need a place to get away from you." You emphasize again.

"Your bedroom isn't far enough away?"

"Nope."

"Come on Petals. I'm not so bad. At least I'm nice to look at." He smiles wider.

"You're not making me want to let you stay here."

Bean saunters over and begins to rub himself on Ben's ankles, purring loudly like the traitor he is. "The cat wants me to stay." Ben quips looking up at you while he scratches Bean under his chin.

"The cat doesn't get a say." You cross your arms over your chest. “And why do you want to stay here anyway? You’ve got tons of money! You don’t exactly need a roommate. And you certainly don’t need to live back at the apartment with Butcher and the team.”

Ben frowns for a minute as if what he’s about to say next is difficult. “I just-“ He sighs. “I don’t want to live alone okay?”

“What?” You blink in shock. It was the last thing you were expecting him to say.

“The lab and all that shit-" Ben looks away from you and takes a hit from the joint. "It- fuck." He mutters it more to himself than to you, eyes leveled at the hardwood floors.

It was the first time you'd seen him look a little bit vulnerable, surprising since he'd yelled at you a few hours ago when you'd accused him of having feelings. The truth was you felt bad for Ben. He was all alone, didn't have anyone left, his old boss literally took his genetic material and made a monster, and he was stranded in a world that he didn't know anything about. And maybe he didn't want to admit it, but maybe Ben was lonely. Which made the whole bed hopping thing make sense.

You examine his posture, notice how he still won't look at you, and how he almost seems to be ashamed that he admitted that.

“I’m just not sure it’s a good idea for us to live together.” You say quietly.

“Why? Because you think I’m going to try something while you’re sleeping?” Ben looks up at you suddenly angry. “Do you really think that I’d do something like that? I mean I’m a lot of things Petals but a fucking rapist isn’t one of them.”

“No I don’t think you’d do that Ben.” It was the truth, Ben might be obnoxious and inappropriate at times, but you didn’t believe that he would ever force you to do something you didn’t want to do.

“Then why?”

“Because we don’t get along. You’re-“ You wave your hand up and down at him.

Yes I know that gesturing to all of him isn't an answer, but maybe I'm trying my best.

“I don’t know what that means.” Ben raises his eyebrows as if trying to solve the secrets of the universe.

You sigh, blowing out a breath. "I just don’t think we’re a good fit for roommates.”

“Because?”

“You’re loud, and you always have those women with you. You smoke and drink and you put your feet on my furniture! Not to mention you don’t really seem to like plants all that much-“ You gesture with your hand to the room covered in plants in different stages of growth.

“I like plants.”

“Uh-huh? What plants?”

“What?”

“What kind of plants do you like?”

Ben blinks for a second. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“That’s another thing! We drive each other crazy Gramps. I don’t think this is a good idea. Not to mention you wouldn’t have a room, you’d be out here on the couch.”

I mean did he want to sleep on that couch? It was sort of comfortable, but not live on forever comfortable.

“It’s not a bad couch?” Ben says it like a question.

“I got it free from a guy with a foot fetish, Ben. It’s a bad couch. I just-“ You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “You really want to live here that badly?”

“It's quieter here than it is at the other apartment."

“Nothing about Mike’s singing in the morning is quiet.” You crack a smile for the first time since you saw him sitting on your front step.

“It’s not so bad. There was this hero in the 70’s who could super screech. Fucking blew out my eardrums one time.” Ben shrugs. “Plus I don’t want you to miss me.”

Your smile drops into a frown. "I wouldn't miss you."

"I think you would doll."

You stand there for another minute considering what it would be like for him to live here.

I can't believe that I'm considering this. That would mean that he would be a pain in my ass 24/7. Him drinking, smoking, and doing God knows what on my couch. And why does he want to live on the couch anyway? It sucks. He could live anywhere he wanted and yet he wants to live here with me? Kinda feels like there's another reason for this.

"If I say yes there are some ground rules." You bite the inside of your cheek, rocking back on your heels.

"Like?"

"No sex."

Ben rolls his eyes. "I don't know why you're so against you and me-" He begins to say, but you interrupt him.

"I'm talking about you. You’re not allowed to bring any of your harem into my apartment."

“Want me all for yourself huh Petals?” Ben smirks stretching his hands back behind his head in a way that makes the end of his shirt pulls up enough for you to see the sliver of skin just at the top of his jeans and a peak of his muscular abdomen.

Keep it together, it’s just skin.

You frown at him until Ben finally sighs.

"Wouldn't it be our apartment if I lived here?" He raises an eyebrow.

"No women." You say firmly.

“Fine.”

“No going in my room under any circumstances.” You point down the darkened hallway as if he didn't know where it was.

“But what if-“

“No going in my room under any circumstances!” You repeat.

Ben mutters something under his breath.

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.”

“I said okay.” He grouses.

"And no killing my plants." You look at the ones growing on the coffee table where they could be easily pushed off by his large feet, narrowing your eyes.

“What if it’s an accident?”

“Too bad. And how do you accidentally kill a plant?”

“I don’t know there’s a fuck ton of them in here! I could step on one or trip. Not to mention in the shower-“ He begins to shout.

“It’s you that wants to live here! And if you want to, you have to follow my rules.”

“You really are a bossy little thing. Didn’t think you’d be into domination.” Ben cocks his head to the side examining you.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“Because you’re so damn guarded. It’s like trying to get into the U.S Mint.”

That made you pause. He wants to know more about me? What?

Bean purrs louder and brushes up against your legs as if asking your permission for Ben to live there.

This is insane. Why here? Couldn’t he go off and live with Legend or something?

“Are you sure you couldn’t just live with Legend? Y’all seem to get along better-“

Ben shudders. “I never want to live with him again. I stayed over at his house a few nights one time and walked in on him naked and covered in cool whip.”

“I don’t think you have the right to kink shame other people-“

“He was alone Petals.”

“What?”

“There was no one else there.”

“Okay yeah that’s weird.” You snort.

“Then again if I walked in on you covered in cool whip I think it would be a nice surprise.” Ben winks at you as he takes another hit from his blunt.

“Keep dreaming Gramps.”

“Oh I see it in my dreams all the time.” He tilts his head to the side, his eyes tracing the curves of your body.

You sigh exasperated. On one hand you felt bad for him and were kind of flattered that he was willing to confess that he didn’t want to live alone to you. And on the other hand you didn’t want him to live with you because you knew he would drive you to the brink of insanity. And you were already close enough to that.

“Fine.”

“Fine like you’re going to pull some cool whip out of the freezer?” Ben perks up.

“No. Fine as in you can live here and pay rent. But, if you break any of the rules or if you start driving me more insane than usual, I reserve the right to kick you out on your ass.”

“Can I make a counter offer?”

“Nope.”

Ben sighs mulling it over, before he stands from the couch and holds out his hand towards you. “Deal.”

You take it hesitantly. Sometimes you weren’t used to how warm Ben was. You figured that it was because of the nuclear radiation, but you didn’t mind it. In fact, you kind of liked it. Plants and cold didn’t mix and you noticed that you didn’t do well in the cold either, which meant that Ben’s body temperature almost seemed to soothe you.

And you noticing how warm he was again lead back to the memory of him pinning you against the counter earlier, how warm his body was when it curved around you, how he dipped his head down towards yours, how he-

I’ve got to get this under control. You grit your teeth together to avoid the strawberry bush on top of the refrigerator to go back into full bloom.

“Well now that this is all sorted out, I’m going to go to bed.” You let go of his hand and try to step around him, but Ben blocks you.

“Come on roomie, watch a movie with me. This is a good one.” Ben nods his head back to the tv, where the opening credits have started to play.

You’d never seen this film before, but wondered why Ben was so adamant about you watching a movie with him. You’d seen most of his others and hadn’t been impressed with his acting skills. You assumed he kept getting roles because of who he was.

What? Does he think that watching a film with him in it will make me sleep with him? I wonder if he does that on his Tinder dates, gets them all hot and bothered with his old films and… I am not thinking about this right now.

“I don’t watch much tv.” You lie, eyes shifting back to the dark hallway and the solace of your bedroom. In your bedroom you couldn't make the mistake of kissing Ben, in there you could only fantasize about it.

“There’s that adorable scrunch.” Ben coos poking his finger directly between your eyebrows, signaling that he knows you lied.

“Fine.” You sigh, swatting away his hand. “I’ll watch the stupid movie. But can I change first?”

“Sure.” 

You vanish down the hallway and into your room, looking around at the familiar objects inside. You take in a soothing breath, feeling the energy from the plants in the room sink into your bones and take away your anxiety and nervous energy. You gently touch the petals of a honeysuckle on your chest of drawers to perk it up, the happy yellow blooms making you smile.

I don’t have to go back out there. I can just hide in here forever.

It seemed like a good plan, but apart of you felt guilty, because Ben was asking you to do something that was normal with him instead of asking you to sleep with him.

Maybe he’s trying to have a sort of friendship. Maybe I should be supportive of that and-

“If you’re debating whether or not to come out of your room naked, the answer is yes.” Ben shouts from the living room. "I can check the freezer for cool whip for you."

Never mind.

When you finally come out of your bedroom you’re wearing a pair of your softest sweatpants and a maroon t-shirt with a picture of a potted plant on the front, toting your latest crochet project- a black cardigan with small white flowers the size of the tip of your pinky that you were making for Annie's birthday that was coming up in a month.

Before you hadn't minded that the only place to sit in your living room was the couch. Annie and you had spent many nights sitting on it drinking wine and watching ridiculous movies, but now you wished that you had tried to shove another armchair into your living room, because the only place for you to sit was beside Ben.

Ben, who now had shrugged out of his jacket and was looking much too good for someone wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He grins when he sees you and pats the cushion next to him.

"Come on baby, I don't bite." His grin turns wolfish. "Unless you ask me to."

You shake your head, but sit down beside him, bringing your legs up underneath you and place the cardigan on your lap before finding the cold metal of the crochet hook in the bundle. Ben's thigh is almost touching yours, just an inch of space between the two of you, but you can still feel the warmth of his body in the space.

"What the fuck is that?" Ben zeroes in on the project in your lap.

"I'm making a sweater for Annie's birthday. It's next month." You don't bother looking up at him, instead you try to find the stitch where you left off.

"And you call me old." Ben laughs.

"Keep talking Gramps and I'm gonna make you a pretty pink hat with big yellow flowers, tie it to your head while you're sleeping, take a photo, and make it your profile picture on Tinder."

"You've seen my pictures on Tinder?" Ben leans towards you and wiggles his eyebrows. "Were you fantasizing about me Petals?"

"Have you ever had a filter or did it get thrown away when you got the Douchebag iOS 8 upgrade?" You ask beginning to work down the row of stitches.

"I have no idea what that means." Ben frowns in confusion.

"Ask Hughie. Now be quiet I'm trying to watch the movie."

Ben chuckles and leans back on the sofa.

The movie was better than the others you'd seen. Ben was playing a man who was surviving in an apocalyptic world following the fallout of nuclear war that turned everyone into mutated creatures. It was broken up by flashbacks to a perfect world where Ben was in the military and had the perfect nuclear family.

There was something about seeing him in the flashbacks with the family that made something stir in your chest. Seeing him so gentle, playing with his kids, sitting at the breakfast table with his wife- it reminded you of how Ben acted with you sometimes, when he acted calmer and less like the macho asshole he was around Butcher and the rest of the team.

It made you think about what Hughie said that Ben said about having a few kids with Countess.

He’d probably be a good dad.

You think to yourself finishing the row and starting the next one, the bright blue metal crochet hook weaving the yarn together.

That must have been painful, to find out that she never loved him. I wonder if he waited for her to come get him everyday.

A part of your heart broke for him despite how much he annoyed you. You couldn’t imagine someone you loved letting you down like that, leaving you behind and not coming back.

It would be like me waiting for Annie each day and then find out that our friendship didn't mean anything to her.

You could see Ben glancing over at you every few minutes as if gauging how much you liked the movie, and it was hard not to smile.

“What?” You ask, threading your hook.

“Are you paying attention?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like it?”

“Huh?” You look up from your crochet at him. You weren’t expecting him to ask you that. “Um yeah. I like this one. I can't believe they got Charleton Heston to star in this with you." You say watching Ben and Heston on the screen. Heston was playing another survivor who was leading what seemed to be the last group of survivors in New York. Ben's character had just discovered them living in the sewers and was happy to learn that he wasn’t the last man on earth. “You like Chuck Petals?”

“My dad did. We used to watch all his films, but we never watched this one.” You look back down at your crochet, smoothly working down the row. The rhythmic motion of the hook and the yarn is serene and calming. It’s why you started in the first place, because after a long day it was the only thing that lowered your anxiety.

You hadn’t thought about your father in years, hadn’t tried to watch one of the films he loved so much in ages, sometimes it was too painful to think about your parents, hard to think about what happened to them.

“What was he like?” Ben asks.

“Charleston Heston? I hate to break it to you Gramps, but if you’ve forgotten what he was like and you were in a movie with him I’m pretty sure that’s a sign of Alzheimer’s.” You reply without looking up.

“Your old man.” Ben rolls his eyes.

“Oh.” You bite the inside of your cheek. “He was a dad.” You say it hoping that Ben won't press you for more answers.

“And?”

“Why are you asking me that?” You insert the hook into the sweater, not looking up at Ben.

“Humor me.”

“I don’t really want to talk about him.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like to.”

“Why not?"

“Because I don’t!" You shout, shoulders tensing. "Why? Do you like talking about your dad?”

Ben’s mouth dips down into a frown. “Not really.”

An awkward silence grows between the two of you, broken only by the dialogue between Ben and Heston on the screen.

“My parents died when I was 12.” You whisper, continuing down the row of stitches until you get to the end and flip the sweater around. "I don't like talking about it."

Ben presses his lips into a tight line. “I’m sorry.”

“I’d say it’s okay, but it’s really not.” You begin the next row of stitches, not looking up at Ben. You hadn't talked about your parents with anyone since you were in a relationship with Newton. Annie of course knew, she'd been there with you the whole time, through the funeral, through the aftermath when you had horrible nightmares, through the fallout with your brother when he vanished for a month and didn't seem the same when he came back, and she always made sure that you were okay. Annie was more than your best friend, she was family.

Another silence builds as the two of you watch the movie continue. Heston had just revealed that it was his fault that the nuclear fallout took place and that he was secretly a Nazi. You were sure that there was going to be an epic fight scene within the next few minutes.

“My mom died when I was young too.” Ben murmurs still looking at the screen, barely audible over the music as it begins to swell.

You stop crocheting to look at him. “I’m sorry.”

He nods once, not looking at you, taking another hit from his blunt.

And as you sit there examining him, you wondered if Ben, despite everything he said and everything he did, if he was just as human as you were.

A/N: I realize that this might be becoming a lot of domestic fluff and soft Ben and I'm not sorry. 😂

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[hockeyforbabes]

Birds of a Feather Ch. 3

MASTER LIST

Present Addie's POV

Laying on the seats of the boat taking in the sun I can feel Luke's eyes on me. We've been out on the water most of the day playing in the water like we did as kids, but now we are much bigger and can drink. Now we are headed back to the house to meet the boy's girlfriends.

Opening my eyes I'm met with Luke's gaze as he sits at the end of the bench by my feet, hair messy from the water and cheeks pink from the sun. When he looks away I steal a moment to take in his broad shoulders and tanned body, New Jersey has treated him well.

"Hey Lukie," I say softly and poke him with my feet getting his attention.

When his eyes are back on me I say, "I'm so glad we get to be together again, I've really missed you,"

He responds with a smile as he gives my ankle a squeeze telling me he agrees. We sit there in silence just listening to the sounds of the water and the boat, both sleepy from the day.

It's so peaceful lying here with the reminder he is with me as he absent-mindedly traces circles on my ankle. Everything feels like it is falling back perfectly in place.

Arriving back at the house we dock the boat. As Jack and Quinn run in to greet their girlfriends I walk over to Luke who is standing at the end of the dock gazing off.

"Whatcha doing Luke?" I ask coming to stand with him.

"I'm just thinking," He mumbles.

"What about?" I say giving him a little poke in the side.

Looking at me with an expression I can't quite read he leans closer to me lowering his voice and says, "Just thinking about what happened on the dock about five years ago. It's a nice memory."

Leaving me there speechless he heads inside as I too recall exactly what happened here.

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5 years ago- Addie's POV

As the music from the party inside blasts, I sit on the dock staring at the stars sipping a drink from a solo cup.

This summer I am 16 and so Luke and I are finally allowed at his brothers' infamous lake house party. We weren't allowed to drink but Luke and I were both nervous about the party so we had been sneaking small pours all night.

I feel a slight buzz in my head making me feel a little lighter. I'm not the biggest fan of crowds and parties so after a little while I needed to come outside for some air. Sitting now on the dock I'm enjoying the peace.

"What are you doing out here?" I jump slightly at the words but ease when I realize it is Luke.

"Just needed some air, it's a lot in there" I admit.

Sitting down next to me Luke responds, "Yeah me too, saw Jack with his tongue down a girl's throat and decided I needed to step outside."

"Oh sounds like he is really loving that number one draft pick attention," I say laughing.

"Yep that's Jack," Luke rolls his eyes sitting down next to me.

Giving his arm a little shove I say, "Hey you're a hotshot hockey player too, I'm sure you get plenty of action."

Noticing the shy look on his face as he down at the water I ask, "Did I say something wrong? You know I don't think you're a man whore or anything."

"I'm quite the opposite actually," he responds, "I haven't even had my first kiss, I'm too nervous".

Slightly shocked I process what he said, "Hey that's okay, I haven't either. I'm too nervous to mess it up."

Hearing my confession eases the embarrassment from his face, "Yeah I don't want anyone to think I am a bad kisser 'cause I don't know what I'm doing."

"Exactly!" I exclaim.

We fall into a comfortable silence before I speak up again.

"Luke, what if we kiss each other?" I ask.

The look of panic on his face makes me giggle as he seems at a loss for words, "Like, I kiss you and you kiss me back?" he asks in shock.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that is how kissing works," I laugh again, "We don't have to I just thought we could be less nervous with each other, and we can help each other if someone is doing something wrong."

Luke sits there still stunned, taking his silence as a no I say, "We don't have to"-

"No. We should do it," he cuts me off.

Blushing at his sudden sureness I dip my head and scoot closer to him until our thighs are touching. Looking up at him as he looks down at me the nerves from both of us are obvious. Taking a shaky breath I place his hand on my waist and my hand on his cheek.

I take one last look at him and we give each other a small nod before leaning in and kissing him. For a moment we are both still, getting used to the feeling of the other person's lips.

Slowly we both begin to move with small closed-mouth kisses as we lock lips in a slightly rigid pattern. Moving my hand from Luke's cheek to the pack of his head intertwining my fingers in his hair I pull back slightly and whisper to Luke, "Relax".

With the feeling of my hands in his hair and the words of encouragement, we both melt more into the kiss. Small closed-mouth kisses turned into more intense open-mouth kisses with our tongues slightly teasing each other.

A loud bang comes from inside causing both of us to jump back. Looking at each other and taking in our flushed faces and wet lips Luke and I both turn away from each other scared to make eye contact. Apparent that we have both come to the realization that we were just practically making out.

Luke speaks first, "Um I should probably make sure everything is okay inside," looking down embarrassed he continues, "That was a really good kiss though," after that, he takes off inside.

Left sitting on the dock by myself again I bring my hand up and trace my lips, the feeling of his against mine faint.

Holy shit, I just kissed Luke, and I liked it...

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Present- Luke's POV

I've been thinking about that kiss every day for 5 years. Every time another girl kisses me or I hear about Addie kissing another guy. Every time I walk down the dock. Every time I see her put on chapstick. That one sloppy inexperienced kiss has consumed my mind.

I wanted nothing more than to keep kissing her forever that night. My 16-year-old mind was blown at what had just happened. I stopped that night though because she just wanted practice and I knew if I kept going I'd never stop. From that moment though I knew kissing would be ruined until I could kiss her again.

I'm not sure why I chose today to remind her of that kiss. After that night we never really talked about it again. Today though with the passing glances and the small touches, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to let her know I still think of kissing her.

Walking inside I greet the boys' girlfriends, "Hi Ashlyn, Hi Grace," I say giving them hugs.

Jack has been dating Ashlynn for 6 months and I like her just fine but I don't see it lasting. Quinn has been dating Grace for 3 years though and they are so perfect.

Addie comes in behind me and gives Grace a huge hug. Over the years Grace and Addie have gotten really close being the only girls at the lakehouse most of the time.

"Hi you must be Ashlyn, I'm Addie it's so nice to meet you," Addie says giving Ashlyn a hug.

"You must be Luke's girlfriend!", Ashlyn says excitedly, "Jack says you two are so cute together."

Immediately Addie's and my face turn beet red, Addie piping up, "Oh no we are just best friends, but um thank you."

Ashlyn apologizes and Addie assures her it is alright. All while I shoot daggers at Jack who won't make eye contact with me.

In an attempt to change the subject, I speak up, "Ok why don't we all go our separate ways and get ready for dinner. Meet out front at 7?" I ask.

Everyone nods their heads in agreement and heads to their respective rooms and bathrooms. Turning to Addie I apologize for Jack and the incident that just occurred.

Shaking her head she brushes it off, "I'm kind of used to it now, a lot of people assume we are dating."

"Well, we do look awfully cute together," I tease heading into my room.

Before I make it in she stops me, "Luke, am I going crazy or have you been flirting with me since I got here?"

A little shocked she has already caught on and paused for a moment. "You're not going crazy," I whisper.

"Why the change?" She asks softly.

I shrug, "Maybe I'm just ready to start going for the things I want."

[twilight-skies]

A copy of my liveblog on discord through the entire DSMP portion of Jack’s stream. If you can’t watch it, this give you the gist, and every piece of lore.

Okay I’m ready

Jacks getting himself into lore mode

“Wiki updaters get ready. Play some jump in the cadillac”

Surreal

Okay he just got distracted by a tweet apparently rosanna pansino is siccing the FBI on mr beast

It’s happening

HES IN PANDORAS VAULT

elder guardian jumpscare

My god the last time I saw this room technoblade was streaming

Disclaimer I was not interested at all in jacks pov so I will not be understanding any references to his own lore. Manishroom. Appears to hold emotional weight

“Wonder where all my friends are (opens tab) ……..oh. Guess I’m here alone.”

“Legitimately emotional. God this is so fuckin’ stupid bro…..I actually got sad. Toby gave me this mushroom on [my] very first day [on the server]”

Calls joining the dsmp as the beginning of the career he has now (affectionately)

Does not know how he got in this prison or how to get out. Trying to remember Sam’s secrets /hj

HES CALLING TOMMY OJ THE PHONE FOR HELP. Tommy is in the bathroom

The phone at the mic. We’re truly back

Jack lost a bet to Tubbo (You Laugh, You Loose) and that’s why he’s on the server now

Surprised that it survives intact to this day. “So I’m actually uh. Trapped in the prison. And I think [Tommy] had OP— not to spoil the illusion”

Tommy never sucked up enough for OP. He was a true bad boy

“Fuck me, man” -Tommy realizing he’s gotta log on to the dsmp

“It’s like looking a dead child in the eyes” -tommy

“Yeah I expected to laugh at that dead child! And now here I am feeling real remorse” -jack

“Oh, christ…….” -tommy getting on

Jack very nearly leaked the dream smp IP in the year of our lord 2024

Tommy was in fact getting ready for bed and has been thrust back into the horrors of his OC

I can’t tell if this horrid audio lag is legit or intentional for lore. The dsmp streamers have returned to gaslighting— oh no it’s legit he’s trying to fix it lmao

Tommy does not have OP on the dsmp but Toby does

Jack is ringing toby

Toby is not picking up

Near leak number 2

TUBBO ACQUIRED

Toby is coming

The DSMP remains a viewer spawnrate hack

The prison has been broken for ages

TUBBO ONLINE

“Everyone’s logging on to break me outta the prison. I gotta put on my lore music”

He has initiated his lore music

Toby is experiencing technical difficulties

Best lore stream ever

Discussing the ending. Mixed feelings on it

This server is so laggy

It will not let Tubbo in

Jack is mortified at pinging the DSMP discord server. However he is threatening to dm badboyhalo to get out of this place

TUBBO LOST HIS OP

toby has departed.

Bad is busy. Jack is dming a secret server operator guy that he hasn’t talked to in years

“We can at this point only pray”

“Get Phil do it” -chat

Jack is refusing. I would die. WAIT HE IS

SECRET GUY PULLED THROUGH

HE HAS BEEN TELEPORTED

WE ARE BACK

Man. The random messes in the sky…..

“IT WAS COOL?!” Jack seeing Las Nevadas

The lag is insane

I’m not being dramatic this is literally the first time I’ve ever seen the inside of the casino

Tommy has rejoined

I think they’re entering lore mode

It’s begun

Jack has canonically been alone at the casino this entire time

“We can make it canon that I’ve been here the whole time” -jack

“Chat, L’Manburg doesn’t exist anymore. We can’t go back there. Now let’s win big” -jack

He has semi broken the roulette wheel. He freaks out, like man who’s lived his life in solitude at that table for years. He walks outside. He gasps,

“Is that…t-t-t-tommy?” -c!jack

c!tommy has arrived.

c!tommy is asking “seriously, what happened”

c!jack is having him fix the wheel

All Jack cares about is the wheel. You can practically hear Tommy. They (characters) are back

He’s following tommy somewhere

“I have a house. It’s nice.” -c!tommy

c!Jack knows he could just take the money but he’s been surviving off the thrill of gambling

c!Tommy moved far away from the central zone. Brings back too much. Feels unreal seeing it again

“Joy, fun, sadness, pain, too much of it all” -c!tommy

They’re approaching the community house.

Oh my god

Are they going where I think they’re going

I know this path

I’m going to explode. Jack doesn’t know where they are

c!tommy doesn’t live here

“No. Oh god, no” - c!tommy at the idea of living here

HE COMES HERE A LOT THOUGH

Sidenote what’s crazy is the server remaining intact yet abandoned and tommy just living here in peace, with everyone just gone and jack being surprised to see him here, fits perfectly with my own headcanon of what happened to the group in the end

c!Jack jokes about buying c!techno’s house. Is told it’s techno’s house. Immediately, comedically, backtracks

c!Technoblade doesn’t even live here but c!jack knows to still put respect on that man’s name

He calls techno living here ‘cultural significance’ this is hilarious from a character pov

he looked at the compound and types “o7”

tommy just sure here outside the fence and sits here “as long as he needs to. Sometimes minutes, sometimes hours”

This is making me ill in every context including that of my headcanons

It appears tommy was for retconning the nuke but jack would rather keep it

Jack’s officially called it the epilogue

The nether……

Hes realized his mistake of sprinting on the prime path. Everyones subbing

Bench spotted

SNOWCHESTER.

Reminiscing in his old house

Looked through the nuke lab. Chat is screaming because he didn’t check on Micheal (guys he’s with his honey-vendor dad of course)

Walking through the battlefield of the prison escape. Like he’s trying to murder me

………

Disregard that. Death begins now.

“There it is! The first place I was a part of. Then technoblade nuked it”

“And now I’m here. And this is the ruin.”

To paraphrase: he really came here expecting to make fun; he’s thought of the smp as something behind him, and it is. He came here to have a laugh but it’s…nice. This arc is finally, fully closed. He is planting the Manishroom, the one thing he’s maintained since day 1, in his original L’Manburg house.

“God just— picking through ruins to make this. So…poetic”

“Not even a lore-bit, this just feels like a nice way to close it out. That feels important to me. Thank you for being here,”

“I always felt like part of the [dsmp] group. Now I feel like my own guy. Really is a new arc”

“I didn’t like letting go of the mushroom. Felt like I wanted to cling on to it forever. But I feel like this was the right thing to do.”

Some more personal reminiscing at the end

Returning to the roulette wheel at Las Nevadas; c!Jack Manifold’s final resting place. Getting that big win; all in on red!

[princess-of-the-corner]

So apparently TA did yet another interview regarding miraculous and outside of lying through his teeth regarding chloe(again) There's some stuff I think you might want to take a look at.

https://www.reddit.com/r/miraculousladybug/comments/1dy1l98/the_interview_of_thomas_astruc_and_s%C3%A9bastien/

.....

"Lila is the most difficult to write" yeah she REALLY doesn't have to be just make her fucking normal instead of creating hoops to jump through

'we already saw why lila is like this' unless this is 'because she's a 14 year old girl and therefore evil' there's been little that explains Lila. there /was/ originally back when it seems like she was just neglected and attention starved, but they turned her into some mastermind con artist so one of her marks being too busy to parent her is somehting she'd love.

I'm not even going to touch that 'we gave her the oppurtunity but it didn't make sense for her character' and 'a /real/ person would never turn good' bullshit.

..... they redeemed him. Because they wanted. To show a backstory. You can show a backstory without giving that fucker a 'oh actually /he's/ the victim here!!' bullshit ass redemption

At this point I really don't care why they didn't do the 2d

the darker tone of the PV was on the animators not TA and team? So one of the most intriguing aspects were literally just some guys going off on their own rather than intentional????

Simpleman being their favorite but either heavily disliked or straight up forgotten by the fans is.... telling.

Yet another on the list of 'based off someone TA knows!'. You'd think he'd stop confirming this after people went 'hey you base characters off irl people and you have an intense hatred of this character, are you venting something with her?'.

I call bullshit there's no way any of them would design themselves to look like that

At least we get a song!

On one hand, I want Akumanette and I def think enough things have shifted since TA's original 'no she would never be akumatized because then things are fucked' tweet to allow for that to happen. Namely Mr. Bug and Scarabella providing the groundwork of someone who could be Ladybug in her place. But I do not look forward to TA being fucking insufferable when people bring up the tweet and all 'you're looking too much into it' or 'clearly it was a deception'.

I know we're greenlit to season 8 already but GOD stop milking this dead horse

Ya know what fair enough gay as hell

On one hand I want more solid info on the alternate universe and The Supreme. But on the other hand the lore got so contradictory the more you look into it.

Nathalie's history is one of the few interesting points I'm actually kinda really hoping for.

my motherfucker in arceus Adrien is very much written as the secondary protagonist, we've had plenty focus on him and his pov. Just because y'all tried to make him the sexy lamp and shafted him last second in the finale and keep him from knowing jack all doesn't change that at this point it just becomes bad writing after multiple seasons of his importance

I am spooked by the idea of a live action.

Rip to Chloé continuing to get dunked on in season 6

[danny-415]

engaged

(fluff)

pov: jack was thinking to surprise you to have a dinner date on a yacht. you thought to yourself why jack was always on the phone calling trevor and leaving the room. well, there’s only way to find out.

“what’s up trev?” jack said while on the phone

you were thinking why jack was always calling trevor. you started to wonder some things on your mind.

as jack leaves the bedroom, you can hear him laughing and talking about something happening on a yacht.

“what is he saying?” you started to talk to yourself and hear through the door.

after a few minutes of them talking, you sat on your bed watching tv.

“hey babe” jack said.

“hey” you replied

“what’s going on with you and trevor?”

“nothing i just want you to get ready tomorrow”

“why”

“i’ll tell you more tomorrow, it’s not that important. let’s just watch a movie together and cuddle”

“okayy” you said as your thoughts started to wonder.

as you and jack cuddled, you fell asleep into his arms smelling his wonderful scent.

—next day—

“baby wake up” jack said you as he’s putting your hair behind your ears

“why?” you asked

“ohh yeah sorry” you said as you started to wonder why he woke you up so early

“i made you some breakfast”

“oh thank you baby” you said as you smelled the wonderful eggs and toast

as soon as you woke up, you started to get ready and put on some natural makeup.

as you walked down the stairs, you and jack started to eat breakfast together.

“jack why are you being so nice to me today?” you asked as you started to be suspicious

“oh nothing we’re going somewhere” he replied in a weird way

“hmm what do you mean somewhere?”

“don’t worry about it, after you eat i’ll warm up the car”

“okayy”

as time passes by, you went into the car and scrolled thru insta. the drive was 45 mins away.

as soon as you and jack arrived at the destination, you were in shock.

“jack why are we at this beautiful dock with only one yacht?”

“you’ll find out”

“trev! come on over bro!”

“what’s up guys! how are we doing m’lady?”

“dude” jack said as he hit trevor lightly on his chest

“oh oops sorry jack. take a chill pill man”

“guys! why are we here?”

“you see y/n i will be your butler”

“no way trevor, are you serious? on this yacht your a butler?” you laughed

“yes”

“anyways y/n come inside” jack said

as you walked inside, you started to see the beautiful sunset outside.

“jack, honey this is beautiful” you said as you walked to the table

“i know that’s why i’ve been calling trevor”

“trev you guys!” you said as you went in for a hug

after trevor served you and jack food, jack told trevor to record this moment.

“uhh jack-“

jack kneeled on one knee and held a ring box.

“y/n will you marry me and be mine forever?”

“jack, yes of course!”

“she said yes guys!” trevor shouted in happiness

“i will always love you jack!!”

“thank you trevor for everything man”

“aye no problem” trevor said with a smile

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y/n user: got engaged to my #1 ! 🤗🤍

trevorzegras: happy to help you guys with this! 😊

jackhughes: she my number 1 😍

_quinnhughes: Yall didn’t even invite me to this 🙄

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[jackhughes: chill quinn we’ll invite you to the wedding 😐

[_quinnhughes: Yeah y’all better

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Perfect Team

Requested by a lovely Anon ! ! I really hope you like it !!!

awesome! i love jubal sm! my favourite episode is the one where tyler gets taken hostage trying to go ask his friend to surrender and when talking him down isnt working jubal runs at the shooter in attempt to save his son, if you could write something where the reader is one of the agents outside the bookstore when it happens and instantly panics because, well, shes married to jubal and ty is her stepson, and then its just a nice ending when she runs in and sees they are both okay 

A/N: I hope you all love this and I miss seeing Jubal on my screen so much. If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work :)

Y/N’s POV 

Everyone was on panic mode and rushing out the JOC today. There was a suspected school shooting. Everyone was working over time to figure out where it was and when so we could stop it. Hopefully before anything bad happened. 

You all were scanning everything you could. Going through all the social media of kids in the area. Tracking the searches of guns or anything that could help you. In your search something caught you eye. 

It was Hilltop prep. The school that Tyler your stepson attended. You decided to dig deeper in. You didn’t want to tell Jubal right away because you didn’t want to worry him. So you scanned all the kids social media. Was anyone there having trouble at school ? 

Was there any red flags that stuck out the most to you. You got a hit when a kid named Jack and some text between him and Tyler. You decided it was best to step away and look at this information in private. 

You weren’t keeping this from anyone but you also didn’t know what it was and didn’t wanna worry Jubal or put Tyler’s business out there. 

So you took your laptop that you had in your bag. Jubal was working on his desk and he looked over at you when he heard you get up. 

“Everything good” He asked looking at you with a worried face. 

“All good I just gotta ask cyber crimes about something” You lied. 

Jubal seemed to buy it and just shrugged you off and went back to doing what ever he was doing. Which you were grateful for. You knew the second he found out he would have went full overprotective dad mode. 

Which wasn’t a bad thing it was just hard when things meant to be private are being brought into the work place. 

You walked back to your personal desk you had in the back and sat down. When you got re situated you pulled back open your stuff and looked through the messages. Alot of them were about how both boys were struggling. Tyler struggled to make friends because of his cancer. 

Kids were cruel and he had to miss a lot for his treatments. Jack was also another loner without many friends. The two of them talked about normal boy things in the beginning but then things took a turn. 

Jack talked about wanting revenge on the kids who picked on him. Tyler kept trying to talk him down but you knew he was over his head. You could even read in the messages that he wasn’t sure on what exactly to do. 

You knew it was time to loop in Jubal but you struggled on how to approach the matter. But it was so much more than just this. Kids' lives were literally hanging in the balance. 

So you took everything you had and sent to him on his work email. Then you grabbed your computer and headed back into the JOC. By the time you got there Jubal had already been reading them and coming to find you. 

You meant halfway there when he rushed up to you. 

“What the hell is this” He asked 

“Come on not here” you said. 

“Yeah” was all he breathed out. 

He followed down the hallway into a private room. Where he shut the door behind him. He had worry and concern written all over his face. 

“Hey what’s going on” He asked in a softer tone. 

“I was going through kids social all schools. I ran into a kid named Jack who went to Ty’s school. I dug further and found that stuff I sent you” You said. 

Jubal took his hand and started rubbing the back of head something he did when was nervous. 

“Yeah uh who else knows” Jubal asked you could hear the worry in his voice and broke his heart. 

“No one i came straight to you” You said. 

You placed grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze trying to comfort him. 

He softened a little under your touch. 

“Call Ty and see where he’s at I’ll update the JOC where shut down the school and find Jack” You said. 

“Okay yeah yeah sounds good it’s a plan” Jubal said. 

“Hey it’s gonna be okay I promise” You said. 

“I love you” You said to him. 

“I love you” He said he squeezed your hand tight. 

He opened the door and you both walked out and Jubal went straight down to his car and you walked back to the JOC and filled the team in.

Isobel and everyone looked up at you when you walked back in.��

“Everyone hey listen i got something I need to share” 

You hooked up your laptop and put everything on the big screen so everyone could see. 

“I think I know where the next attack is coming from. Hilltop Prep by a kid named Jack he is a loner kid who wants to take revenge out” You said. 

“Wait isn't that Tyler’s school” Isobel asked. 

“Yeah I told Jubal  about it and there is something else” You said. 

“Jack and Tyler are friends but it looks like Tyler is trying to talk Jack out of it but is way 

in over his head right now” You said 

“Yeah for sure where are they now” Isobel asked. 

“Right now it looks like Tyler is on the move and heading towards 15th st” Ian yelled out. 

“Where is Jack right now” Isobel yelled out

“It looks like he’s on 15th not moving” Kelly yelled out .

“Call jubal and let him know where he’s at” Isobel yelled out. 

“I’ll call him on the way I’m on the way over” You yelled out. 

Isobel just nodded at you and you grabbed your stuff and ran out. Your anxiety was high and you were doing everything you could to control it. 

You had so many emotions just running through your head. Was Ty okay ? Was Jubal gonna be okay. 

You didn’t have any kids of your own yet. Your family lived in a different state so when you moved here you were all alone. 

Meeting Jubal and working for the FBI was the best thing that ever happened to you. You finally found a family. 

Jubal’s Kids loved you just as much as he did and you all became super close. So it was hurting you just as much to see Ty going through this. With his cancer and everything else this was way to much for a child or anyone to go through. 

Racing down to the car you pulled out your phone and called Jubal. But of course he wasn’t answering you. 

“Damn it come on” You yelled while people were giving you weird looks. 

You finally made it down to your car and you sped away fast. You tried not to think about the worst case scenario in your head as you broke every single traffic law known to man. 

In record time you made it down to where they were and you saw Jubal just pulling up in front of you. 

Everyone was there you could see the black cars parked to the side not coming out waiting  for the signal to come out. 

You slammed the brakes and got out of the car before it had even come to a full stop. 

“hey “ You yelled over to him.

He turned around and looked at you worry all over his face. 

“Where is he” You asked. 

“Right there” he said 

You turned your head and he was walking around the corner towards Jack. Jubal started walking over but you pulled on him back. 

“Hey wait a minute they could just be talking and if Jack see’s you he might loose control and get spooked” You said. 

Jubal looked at you and it was hard to read his face and know what was wrong. 

“You want me to stay back no way” He said. 

You were cursing in your head because you didn’t want this situation to go from bad to worse. Which to your worse fear was happening right in front of you. 

When Jubal got closer Jack could see him coming and grabbed a hold of Ty. He pulled out a gun and put it on him 

“Hey hey don’t do that put it down” Jubal yelled out.

“Stay away” Jack yelled.

You could feel your anxiety was at all time high and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You watched in horror as Jack pulled Ty into the store behind him. 

Jubal had run over and was able to get in the store. 

OA and NIna along with Scola and Tiff ran out of the cars and you werre right with them. You all were standing in the middle of the street talking about next steps. 

“We need to breech it get in there” OA said 

“No we can’t it’s to risk if Jack gets even more spooked or feels trapped then what he’s dangerous” You said 

“Yeah but we go in through the back then we can take him by surprise” Tiff suggested. 

“No please we have to trust Jubal I know he can get Jack to surrender if it doesn’t get better or were trapped then we will” You pleaded. 

“Fine OA and me will take the back and you all stay at the front if in 10 nothing changes we go in” Nina said. 

“Fine it’s a plan” You said. 

You all got into positions. You were watching the front closely hoping this would come to an end sooner rather than later. 

You couldn’t hear much about what they were saying it was closed off in there. You could feel everything they were though. 

Every second they were in there you were second guessing your decision. Was it the best one ? Should you have breached as soon as you got there. Could Jubal really handle this or was it to personal ? 

A couple of minutes which felt like hours had gone by and you knew what had to be done. You looked at Tiff and nodded at her. 

Her hand reached up to her walkie 

“Its a go guys” Tiff said.

It was like a car crash in that moment. You couldn’t look away your eyes were peeled on the scene. 

Just a few moments later Nina and OA went inside and breached it. Taking Jack from Behind and Letting TY run away. He ran straight into Jubal’s arms. It was such a bittersweet moment. 

You decided to hang back and let them have their space. When they broke apart they walked outside and Ty saw you and ran over to you smiling. He braced you in a hug and squeezing you tight. 

You squeezed him tight and kissing the top of his head. 

“I love you I’m so glad your okay” You said.

“I love you to” Ty said back. 

He let go and Jubal came over and embraced you both in a side hug. 

“I don’t think dad’s gonna be okay though” Tyler said laughing 

“You do know he’s never letting you outside the house again your gonna have to wear ankle monitor to” You said laughing back. 

“He’s got his own task squad now” Tyler said making you both laugh so hard you couldn’t catch your breath. 

“Alright seriously guys this is what were doing now” Jubal said smiling but clearly getting a little annoyed. 

“Oh come on we love you” You said pulling him and Ty into a big hug. Jubal wrapped his arms around you both. When you pulled out you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek. 

“All seriousness though were so glad your okay don’t ever scare us like that again” You said. 

“I won’t I promise I thought I was doing the right thing” Ty said 

“You absolutely did but next time just tell us and let us handle the big stuff” Jubal said. 

“Yeah I guess so” Ty said. 

“ I know what we can do let’s go get abigail and then we can go for pizza and then what ever you want after you pick” You said .

“I can pick anything” Ty asked 

“Yeah i think we can make it happen” You said.

“Awesome i can think of soo much” Tyler exaggerated as he walked away and over to your car.  

“Great who knows what were in for now” Jubal said. 

“I’m regretting everything” You said laughing. 

Jubal looked at you and his face got all serious. 

“Thank you for everything” He said. 

“I really didn’t do anything” You said. 

“You saved my ass and Ty’s had our backs, I love you” He said.

“I love you more and I always will” You said, you took his hand and kissed it making him laugh. 

“Come on let’s get this over with” Jubal said smiling. 

“Oh you love it stop trying to hide it” You said taking his had and walking to the car. 

You all got in and headed out. You were so grateful everyone was okay considering how much of a turn it could have taken. But you were all here and okay and together and that’s all that matters.

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Part One of the story here

Halloween Night Part Two - Belladonna's POV

Belladonna is the OC of @gcthvile

Ships: BellaNora, Ethane

Characters: Belladonna, Eleanor Lane, Liane Felton, @ethan-lensherr , @ask-missparker , @wizzzardofoz (Cole)

"And have fun! We love you and be safe." Liane called as Bella and Nora stepped into the elevator. "Sorry about them, you know what my Mom's like," Bella said as the elevator went down to the street. Nora just chuckled. "It's cute. You should appreciate that more, I wish my Mom was all caring and stuff, instead of just staring at the TV when I talk to her." Nora sighed as the elevator reached the ground.

"Forget about her tonight. You have me. And we...are going to have fun. Your way." Bella finished as Eleanor grinned. "You do love me!" She smiled as they hit the streets, in search of candy as they looked for pumpkins on doorsteps. Nora sniffed when she saw lights off and empty porches. "Amateurs, whatever happened to a little fun?" She huffed as Bella tried scoping out their first house. "Clearly they have no respect for the season and are probably trying to skip to ...Thanksgiving." She muttered, her eyebrows narrowing. "Yeah or Christmas, skippers!" Nora yelled at one of the houses as they finally saw a pumpkin and knocked on the door.

"Trick or Treat!" Nora said brightly as a woman answered the door, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you a little old for that?" She said as Nora's shoulders dropped. Bella wasn't having that. "Some say the veil between the living and the dead is lifted this night, you must be one of the ghosts who escaped. Now kindly give us our candy." Bella said firmly, looking the woman dead in her eye, gripping her fake knife hard. The woman gulped and offered them the candy bucket and Nora happily grabbed their candy. "Thank you! Happy Halloween!" She crowed as the woman retreated back inside.

"Okay that was awesome, I'm so glad you decided to come along!" Eleanor smiled as they headed for the next house to be greeted by a tired parent. "Trick or Trea- God are you okay?" Nora said, concerned as the woman just handed them the candy. "Fine just fine, but you...you girls look nice, Alice and...Alice?" She said confused. "Am I seeing double?" Nora smiled kindly "No I'm dressed as Alice Kingsleigh, my girlfriend is Alice Liddell, they're different interpretations." The tired mom smiled sleepily. "Cute, I should really go to bed could you pass me my jack o lantern?" She yawned as Bella grabbed the pumpkin off the lawn and handed it to her.

"Thanks. Here take the rest, the other kids took more than their fair share so you can take what's left." She smiled tiredly before going back inside. "That poor woman," Nora sighed as they walked away and saw their next spot, a house so decorated for Halloween you'd think it had appeared out of nowhere. Bella's eyes lit up. "That's our next spot, Nora." She said, grabbing her hand and heading across the street before she could protest. There was a sign outside saying 'Haunted House, make it to the end and win a prize!' Belladonna smiled. This would be easy.

"Bella I don't really do haunted house things, those scare actors freak me out." Eleanor protested as Bella turned to her, still holding the frighteningly realistic knife. "Eleanor, I swear on my life you will be okay if we do this. Okay?" She said, holding out her hand. Nora sighed but took Bella's hand. "Okay." Bella nodded and the two headed into the Haunted House, ready for anything. A few actors jumped out at them, making Nora squeal but Bella pushed on, leading her through the house past ax wielding characters and people dressed as creepy dolls, Nora squeezing her hand tightly.

As they finally reached the end, getting scared one last time, a young man, probably in his early 20s, jumped out grinning. "Hey congratulations! Just head out to the backyard for your prize!" He smiled as Nora smiled back nervously but Bella frowned a little, sensing something was off with his tone. Gripping her knife, she looked at the door and saw something balanced on top. A bucket. As Nora pushed open the door, Bella cried out for her to stop but it was too late.

As the door opened, Nora stepped through and a bucket on top filled with fake blood toppled out all over her, making her scream. The young man and his friends laughed and Belladonna suddenly realised this was a Frat house. She brandished her knife, holding it up to the guy's throat, her eyes dark, shadows curling around her menacingly. "You apologise to my girlfriend and clean her up right now or I'll show you what real blood feels like!" She growled, holding the blade to his neck. "Dude she's got a knife!"

One cried, the boys running for the hills. The young man backed up "I'm- I'm sorry, really, it was just a prank! Look you can have the prize-" "Not to me, to her! Apologize to her!" Belladonna thundered, her eyes now turned black, the shadows encircling the young man as she approached. "Fuck, this chick is crazy, call the cops!" He yelled back to the house before running away as fast as he could. Nora finally found her words again and grabbed Bella's arm. "We need to go- you brought the real knife?" She said, seeing the blade in Bella's hand properly, glinting in the moonlight.

"Relax, I didn't touch him." Bella assured, putting the knife down to help wipe off her face with her pinafore. "Here, those assholes got what they deserved." She said as Nora looked around worried. "Bella, I love you, but we could get in serious trouble for that! They said they would call the cops!" Belladonna scoffed, putting the knife back in her pocket and helping Nora up. "Only if they catch us. Come on, we'll go back to the Tower and clean you off, okay?" She said, taking Nora's sticky hand in hers. "Okay."

"STOP RIGHT THERE, HANDS IN THE AIR!" Blue lights and sirens surrounded the lawn as the two tried to leave the property but got stopped just as they'd been heading home. "HANDS IN THE AIR, BOTH OF YOU!" The officer shouted as both girls raised their hands, one seemingly covered in blood, the other with bloodied hands and dark, dangerous eyes. "EMPTY THAT POCKET MISS! PUT THE KNIFE ON THE GROUND!" The cop yelled as they were surrounded by officers pointing guns at them, Bella retrieved her long, dangerous knife and placed it on the ground.

"Is that blood?" An officer asked as they got closer. "Fake blood! It's fake I swear!" Nora cried, looking terrified. "I can get us out of this, Eleanor. Right now, just say the word-" But Nora stopped her. "No. No more helping. Just let them take us, please Bella. I'd rather get in trouble for this than anything else tonight." Nora said softly, putting her hands on her head as an officer came to put her in handcuffs. Bella's eyes went back to normal as she also complied and let the officers arrest them, barely registering what they were saying as she saw Nora's scared face and just felt guilty.

Later...

"Belladonna...Felton? Eleanor Lane! You've got a visitor!" An officer called as Belladonna looked up inside her cell to see a set of horns and angry purple eyes heading towards her, her father's eyes more disappointed than angry, the face of her Auntie Mia, and several others from the Tower including Cole who gave her the tiniest wink. Liane stepped into the cell, looking so much like her Disney villain character as she approached the girls, hands on her hips. "So, who's going to explain why Officer Caruso here found you carrying a knife and threatening a fraternity?" She asked as Nora hung her head and Bella simply said, "I was defending my girlfriend."

Liane sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Out you come, both of you. You can come home with us tonight Eleanor, you can clean up at the Tower. As for you young lady, we're having a conversation about this when we get home. Understood?" Bella nodded and walked out of the cell with her, reaching out to Nora to hold her hand and squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry for all this. I never wanted to ruin your night." She said as Nora sniffed. "Just...don't bring a real knife Trick or Treating again, cause we had real fun up until then." She sighed.

"I promise. Here." Bella said, handing Eleanor a caramel apple. "Have mine, since your candy was ruined." Nora smiled as they left the precinct. "Thanks Bella. For looking out for me. But next time, try eggs first?" Nora suggested as Cole came up next to them. "Or toilet papering. Just maybe not flaming shit in a bag, that turns into arson fast." Cole commented as Liane slapped him on the arm. "Cole! Don't encourage her!" She retorted, glaring at him as they headed for the various cars. Tonight had definitely been a wild ride.

And there you have it! Feel free to add your POVs of this aftermath, maybe one of your OCs talking to Bella or Eleanor about it, but have fun!

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43 - The People of King's Landing

Part 44

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Vaella’s pov

The small boat of food rocked back and forth with Arya and I sitting across the other in utter silence. I hadn’t gotten much time to speak and learn what had happened to the young Stark girl. Tapping my fingers on my knees with a black cloak hanging over my shoulders I broke the silence. “Arya, can I ask why you want to kill Cersei? I’ve heard why but I figured I should hear your side as well.”

“Joffrey and her beheaded my father in this city after they said he was falsely accused of a crime he did not commit. Her family killed my mother and brother Robb and hurt my sister Sansa. She needs to be removed from the Iron Throne.”

Nodding my head I eyed the smaller sword she was carrying compared to the one I had attached to my hip. “Who gave you your sword? Does it have a name?”

“Jon gave it to me before he went to the Wall. My sister has her own needles and I have this one. So it’s called Needle. What about yours?” She pointed her index finger at my sword.

“Rhaella, after my mother. Thankfully I’ve never had to use it yet since the day Jaime gave it to me.”

Arya made a scowled face. “Do you truly love him, the Kingslayer?”

“I owe him my life. When we first met each other we somehow found a way to simply see the other person regardless of what their station was. He’s the father of my children and a good husband compared to what people think.”

The youngest Stark girl stared at me. “Why did he kill The Mad King, your father?”

“To save the population of King's Landing and avoid bloodshed. The exact same thing we are doing now against Cersei Lannister.” I brushed hair behind my ear glancing forward seeing we were getting close to the docks of the fish shipping area. “We’re here. Remember what I told you.”

Arya resighted the words exactly. “Stick to your back and don’t kill anyone but Cersei unless we get ambushed.”

“Exactly, young Stark.” I muttered, reaching behind my head and throwing the hood over my face. I didn’t need everyone in the city to recognize my silver hair except for two people that could help with our plan to get the city's food destroyed. Once we had tied the boat ropes onto some stable ground we got off the small boat and began our walk up the hill. There weren't too many houses this far away at the water's edge making it easy to knock on the first door that we came to. Knocking three times on the wooden door it creaked open with me muttering into the barely lit darkness. “And the dragons roared as one.”

“Princess Vaella, it’s you. I had begun to fear the worst when you hadn’t come to pay me for the food I provide you weekly at Jack’s tavern.” Nallie with her light brown hair that had some gray stands in it peaked her head out from around the door noticing Arya standing behind me. “Who’s your friend, my princess?”

Looking out the corner of my eye I introduced the pair quickly knowing we needed to get to the secret passageways before sunrise. “Her name is Arya. I’m sorry to say we don’t have time to chat. I need you to transport this food into the city streets and say it’s from Vaella and Daenerys Targaryen, the last living dragons.”

“You’ve brought us smallfolk food?” Nallia asked with a pleased smile on her face.

Grasping one of her hands in mine I smiled back thankful that I had lived like them once to see how life outside the Keep truly was. Cersei thought wrong, these people aren’t your enemy. They are what give you power more than wearing a crown on your head. “I have not forgotten my subjects unlike Queen Cersei has. You help me hold the realm together. Can you do what I ask of you now?”

“Of course, my princess.” Nallia gave me a curtsy before Arya and I quickly left her sneaking through the streets until I found the back door to the tavern I knew quite well.

We didn’t utter a word while we made our way through the underground passageways. I was rather proud of myself that I was able to still remember all of these without a map. Pushing two uneven stones forward the secret passage door in front of me clicked open allowing me to slowly enter inside and see we were in the large room that had a painted map drawing out across the whole floor.

“Where do we go from here? Where’s the Queen?” Arya began looking around the room, keeping one hand on her small sword.

Slowly shifting my gaze across the room I could picture myself when I was younger running through the halls with Jaime and my brother Rhaegar when we were coming back from being on the city streets below and it was late at night. “Arya, I’m gonna go find her on my own.”

“What! No way in hell. You asked me to come with you to kill the Queen. I’m going to kill her even if you are now chickening out.” She snapped at me trying to move around me until I snagged her wrist.

“You will get to kill her like you’ve wanted I swear to you. But you can’t come with me for that to be accomplished. You must hide in the shadows until I bring her back into this area. She needs to be alone for you to be able to kill her. Do you understand me, young Stark?”

She blinked through some angry tears but nodded her head slowly yes. “I’ll follow your instructions, Vaella.”

I released her wrist heading around one of the pillars and up the nearest staircase that would lead to the Red Keep tower that overlooked the entire city. I used to go up there to watch the sunset but now I am going to face the woman who could be just as mad as my father was. Pausing in front of the open doorway I wrapped my fingers around the sword handle, finding the Lannister lioness standing in front of the large open windows overlooking the city. “Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. You must be proud of yourself.”

“The Mad King's Whore of a daughter. I didn’t expect you to be so stupid as to come try and kill me all by yourself while I hold all the power in the realm.” Cersei slowly turned on her heels until she was facing me.

“I’m not here to kill you, Cersei.” I pushed the door closed, not removing my gaze away from her vengeful green eyes. I stood next to the table keeping my distance from her and not removing my weapon. “But I can say for absolute certainty your reign ends today.”

Rhaegar’s pov

Stormfly’s wings slowly flapped while I had my sister riding her own dragon right beside me. My mothers loyal houses riders were on their own dragons flying a few feet away from us so that we were all spread out in the skies above Kings Landing. Amethyst, my mothers dragon, was hiding behind the Red Keep in the woods in case mother needed to ride her.

My aunt Daenerys dives down to the watery ground and when she got close to the ships she blew them apart with heavy dragon fire. “That’s our signal. Go, go!” I hollered to the other dragon riders beside me before diving down towards the water.

My twin sister soared down beside me destroying two ships at once. The other noble houses of Valyria did their best to destroy some ships at the same time. We definitely had the advantage of coming in at nightfall before the sun had risen above the water so they didn’t see us coming.

Tucking the reins of Stormfly she made a loud noise I clutched the reins giving her a command in high Valyrian. “Dracarys, Stormfly!” She opened her mouth wide and destroyed five ships in one hit.

“Rhaegar, what are those things?” Luciya flew over to me pointing her index finger to some men on a ship getting what looks to be a very large crossbow loaded and aimed up towards our army of dragons.

Lord Waters and his dragon drudged a large spear that was fired up in the sky at them that had come from the crossbow altering the group. “Those blasted things can kill us!”

“Argh!” I groaned, yanking Stormfly’s reins where she avoided the multiple amount of spears coming up at us not needing to get hit.

“Rhaegar!”

Whipping my head around, I recognize my sister's voice behind me screaming out. Shireen’s leg had gotten hit by one of the spears causing her to begin falling towards the water. “Luciya, no!” Her dragon's wings wrapped around her small body doing her best to secure her body before they crashed into one of the buildings creating large rubble from the collision.

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normal;

conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.

part 2 cw: angst, mentions of violence, some grief if you squint, i believe that's it?

a/n: like the first part, this is more of a reader pov - before we really get moving (like i said, the slowburn is going to be unreal >:)) but aaron makes his first appearance <3 also, my tags don't work when i add links?? so i'll link the masterlists below in a few days- you can also find it in my pinned post! as always, please feel free to let me know your thoughts/what you think/or just anything!!

fragile love series masterlist | masterlist | wc; 1k

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you couldn't tear your stare away from hotch's occupied office, penelope's words fading into the distance, making you feel as if you were thousands of miles away.

part of you wanted to march right inside, what you would say however, you had no idea.

welcome back? that was the most logical choice, and you did want him to know he was missed. but he was probably sick of hearing that. plus, if he was back so soon, maybe it was just an attempt to get his mind off things- a distraction- you wouldn't dare provide yet another reminder.

how are you? again, stupid question. he's heard that one.

how's jack doing? absolutely not.

insist it was too soon, try and convince him to take some more time off? no, no, and no. it was none of your business, nor did you have any authority to tell him what he could and could not do. and besides, you trusted his judgement. he wouldn't be here if it wasn't the right decision.

your first case with the bau quickly defined that, your trust in him. hotch led with an ease that was comforting, to simply put it. you, all of you, were exposed to nightmares. the inhuman actions of others. monsters. tragedies. actions the human brain isn't meant to understand- shouldn't understand- and here you all were devoting your time to figure out the why and how.

why would anyone want to? how could anyone choose to?

because you all had each other to lean on. there were bad days, bad cases, there was always going to be. and yet, everyone still showed up each morning. the belief of making a difference highly contributed, but so did having such a strong support system; a family.

everyone deserved credit, hotch was no different.

but he was different, in a sense, like he was immune to the nightmares. he barely blinked at things that other grown men would dissolve at the sight of. you admired him for many reasons; he led with fair authority, effortlessly confident, trusted each member of the team's abilities without question and defended so when appropriate, and most importantly, he didn't use his title as unit chief in a podium standpoint. he had higher authority and used it when appropriate, but everyone was still equal.

it was hard not to trust him.

and so, there was a nagging thought in the back of your mind, one that made your heart feel like it was ten times too small.

who did hotch have to lean on?

-

as expected, things moved forward.

"a new normal" dave had called it, and that's how everyone seemed to be treating it. a month passed; cases, briefings, paperwork- came and went, as normal. everyone seemed grateful for the routine, but perhaps it was just an excuse to not address the matter at hand, if there was even a matter, that is. things were too normal, like nothing had happened.

this approach wasn't working, not for you. it didn't sit right with you, that all of this be swept under the rug. was everyone, truly moving forward? had there been closure? or was everyone just doing a hell of a job pretending?

you didn't want to assume, but deep down, you felt like there was someone pretending, and you were standing right outside his office.

a week or so ago, you attempted to make conversation with hotch, normal conversation, in the bullpen's kitchenette as he was pouring a cup of coffee for himself. it had been a long day, full of writing up action reports.

"is it any good today?" you had asked, referring to the coffee. you then opened up one of the cupboards, grabbing a mug for yourself.

hotch had merely shrugged. "no different than yesterday," he had answered, before retreating back up to his office. you noticed he had taken his coffee black- bitter.

maybe someone like dave could speak differently, as he was as close to hotch anyone could appear to get. sure, even before haley's tragedy, he kept to himself. unless work related, he didn't say much or anything at all. if you were in his shoes, you couldn't fathom how lonely that would feel. again, he may be fine, but you refused to assume like everyone else. in addition, you knew he wasn't the emotionless person everyone made him out to be. the memory you held between haley and him proved it.

and hotch would never admit it, not in a casual manner, and not just to anyone. you trusted him, and you wanted him to trust you. really trust you- and that's earned, not given.

you hesitated outside his already open door, but with a deep breath and before you could stop yourself, you knocked gently before taking a step in. "sir?"

hotch's eyes lifted from the papers he had splayed out on his desk, his eyebrows immediately furrowing as he perceived your presence. "oh, you're still here? i thought everyone had left already."

"yeah, um, they did, i was just about to head out." you said in confirmation, adjusting the strap to the bag on your shoulder.

"is there something i can help you with, then?"

"no," you shook your head, "i just wanted to say bye before i left."

his pensive expression appeared to have softened, his eyebrows relaxing on his face at your words. it may have been your eyes playing tricks on you, because it was gone as soon as you registered it. and as his usual expression took place, you doubted there was a change regardless.

"oh," hotch nodded, his attention drawing back to his paperwork. "have a good night."

you offered him a small smile, "goodnight, i'll see you tomorrow."

hotch's eyes lifted towards you once more, but true to your word, you turned on your heel and headed out.

it wasn't much, but like they say, after all- Rome wasn't built in a day.

[carlyhughes043]

Baby came home pt 2 Q.H

summary: reader hasn't had any communication with Quinn in weeks he won't respond but what happens when she goes to a party and sees him moving on with other females.

readers pov.

ive tried communicating and going to Quinns place and he won't respond my roommates are helping me get ready for a party I don't even want to go to. Liv my best friend is putting a light purple eyeshadow with a dark purple glitter on my eyes along with dramatic cat-eye lashes while Grace curls my hair adding glitter hairspray. feeling like a character from euphoria with a dress I borrowed from liv and high heel boots from grace we get into an uber and head to the party.

At the party

walking into the party hearing the bass from the speakers bumping loud following liv and grace where we end up in the kitchen getting a cup of Pink Whitney and a shot of tequila to get us in the mood to party. Liv and Grace grab my hand and take me into the living room where girls are dancing and gridding with the boys I see my ex Brayden in one corner talking to some blonde girl whose clearly super drunk while Matt,Jack and Quinn are in another corner sitting on the couch where some red head is sitting on Quinns lap whispering in his ear which sends a pit of rage into my stomach we haven't even officially broken up and here he is with another girl while I'm trying to keep us together ill show him what he's gonna regret. I let go of grace and liv and the first guy I see is Mark also one of Quinns teammates who got recruited from high school he's always had a thing for me and has even asked liv if she'd give him my snap when I was with Quinn which obviously pissed Quinn off but I thought it was sweet. I whisper in marks ear "wanna dance" he just nods fast surprised I start dancing on him to the beat of lollipop by lil Wayne I get a whoop from grace and a get it from liv obviously getting the attention from those around me I can feel Quinns eyes burning holes into us his loss tho shouldn't have acted that way and its not like some hoes in his lap right now. as the song ends I say ill be right back I'm going to get my 5th drink I'm a little tipsy but its the most fun ive had in weeks chugging the red solo cup full of pink Whitney and fixing a cup of Malibu and taking a shot of vodka I see Brayden come in and open his mouth asking how I am I just nod and he says "I heard you got a position for a writing company". I shake my head and say "yea I doubt I'm gonna take it tho everyone I loves here and it ruined my relationship". " oh really?" he says "I actually have to tell you something that's sorta funny". "what's that?" "so you didn't actually get accepted into that program I made it with mark to get you and Quinn to break up because we wanted you". "now we can be together". I scoff with tears in my eyes "ill never with you". I turn away with tears going down my face I go to liv and grace "what's wrong love"grace says wiping my face hiccuping I say "Brayden and mark made a fake program for my writing so Quinn and id breakup" sobbing even harder "I love him and now he won't even look at me".

jack hears walking over to Quinn whispering in his ear his face turns a dark shade of red getting up heading to the kitchen where Brayden and mark are talking he reels back his arm and starts beating the shit out of Brayden everyone loudly saying "FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT". the girls running into the kitchen seeing Brayden get up and say "come on tough guy I'm your teammate she's just some slut whose been around the block". Quinn continues beating him saying "don't you ever talk about her." he hears a small "Quinn stop you're gonna get in trouble with the coaches". it's his girl jack pulls Quinn off of Brayden walking him outside for a breather liv,y/n and grace follow.

"baby I'm sor-" Quinn starts y/n stops him by kissing him telling him its not his fault rubbing his face looking into his eyes "it was all them we just reacted how they wanted us to" y/n says "please don't leave me ever again" she cries "its been absolute hell I-" Quinn stops her and kisses her and says "ill never leave you again your my forever". they kiss and ride back home one the ride home Quinn pulls out a tiny box from his middle compartment opening the box its a small ring with a small diamond in the center with blue gems surrounding it he states "baby I got this the night before you told me I planned on asking you that weekend will you please do the honor of being my gorgeous wife" a sobbing y/n says yes yes shaking her head

A/N hey guys I hope you really enjoyed this I'm so sorry if it wan't what y'all wanted let me know who'd you like next

I write for

Trevor Zegras

Jack Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Cole Caulfield

Mark Estapa

Rutger Mcgroarty

and so many more just let me know!

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 happy not knowing by plonk

💙 happy not knowing

by plonk

not rated, 16k, wangxian

Summary: The cultivation world is rebuilding from the wreckage of the Sunshot Campaign, but Wangji and his shield brother Wei Wuxian are still completely attached at the hip. It is sad that Lan Xichen’s brother is stuck in the youthful pattern of - ah, no polite way to say it: exchanging handjobs with his shield brother - rather than moving on to more adult pursuits. On the other hand, now that the war is over, Wangji does seem so much more open and happy than he was as a boy. He smiles sometimes, mostly at Wei Wuxian. Once, he even took an afternoon off. So Lan Xichen can let Wangji’s closeness with his shield brother lie for a time, while he finishes maturing.

Mojo's comments: in which Lan Xichen is... astronomically oblivious to his brother's complete state of being very married. To Wei Ying. His husband. Whom he married. And has a child. That they co-parent. Because they are married. And also having enthusiastic sex at the waterfall. And the hot springs. And their own home. And sometimes on random pathways. But sure, Lan Xichen. They're just sworn shield brothers who exchange a random handjob, while resolutely imagining the soft and beautiful woman they'll someday be married to. They'll grow out of it. I finished this story laughing loud enough to disturb my cat.

Kay's comments: Hehe, this story is always a delight to re-read! A beautiful twist on the whole Lan Xichen is the one person who can read his brother and knows about his infatuation with Wei Wuxian. No, no, here, instead, Lan Xichen is the one person who just doesn't get it, because he doesn't really get gay people? Like, he's the most straight person who ever existed and it's not even malicious, he even exchanged friendly handjobs with Nie Mingjue during the war, but to do that for life? No thanks, bro, no homo. Ah, this is just so much fun.

Excerpt: On the front, they share a tent. The war is bitter. Grueling. They don’t ever do the weird shield brothers thing where you jack one another off while staring into opposite corners of the tent. Lan Zhan is much too dignified, and Wei Wuxian doesn’t see the point. Instead, they skip straight to actual fucking. The first time is late at night. Wei Wuxian is a shameless drunk, and it just kind of… happens. It’s heady and intense, because it feels like the world is fucking ending around them - they’re at war, after all. The second time comes the next morning, when Wei Wuxian tries to brush it off, and Lan Zhan doesn’t let him. Turns out that Lan Zhan is shameless sober. Their third time is later that very same evening. So late it might be morning. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know they’re for real until that one. The first time, he was shocked that it was happening at all. The second time, he was confused. Wondering what it meant, instead of thinking about what they meant to each other. But the third time, it clicks. Lan Zhan grabs his chin hard and bites his lower lip. “Look into my eyes when you come,” he growls.

Excerpt²: The child who arrived with Wangji and Wei Wuxian following the conclusion of the war is a source of some confusion for Lan Xichen. It is not of grave importance, of course, but Lan Xichen does not… understand. Exactly. Whose baby A-Yuan is. The baby has to be a Wen, right? Do Wei Wuxian and Wangji even know? They appear unworried. No one seems as confused by the situation as Lan Xichen is.

canon-divergence, established relationship, oblivious lan xichen, canon era, humor, shield brothers, pov multiple, qin su/lan xichen, himbo lan xichen, misunderstandings, the most married wangxian, no burial mounds, no golden core transfer, pov outsider

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[alitgblog]

ok thoughts for volume IV bc I actually enjoyed it a lot lol

also I'm currently on a Jin route (i might switch to claudia i have not decided) so that's important context lol

I Spy was an interesting concept for a game but if i can nitpick here, it felt much more like a firepit game than a challenge and that would be nice to have some variety since last week was the Heartbreaker thing and next week we have Excess Baggage.

For whatever reason I can't remember the format of the show rn but I think if the game is gonna continue with doing about a day more or less per volume, it should be like the show where there is at least one or two major events being either dates (where couples are either all in the same area, one couple goes out of the villa, or there's bombshells involved), challenges (where they go out onto the stage and do some physical challenge), or parties (which can include games). And right now I feel like we're getting three challenges in a row and I'd rather we change it up. But that's besides the point

anyway i believed Jack when he said his secret wasn't supposed to cause drama but I did not believe Theo at all and the fact that we got to tell him that later? Great choice. (and also so in character for MC to tell him off and him to just continue pretending like she didn't say that)

Also very flirty moments with Claudia is what is making this Jin route so hard. she's very forward and the fact that you can pursue her so soon is great actually. I thought maybe she and theo would share a slow burn route but it seems like it might be just Theo (or that you can't officially couple up with her later but apparently you can kiss her and go to the hideaway and stuff so that's cool).

I'm always hoping for non MC centered drama and we got it (but also there WAS MC centered drama too so that's even better)

I love to have a character to hate/dislike, so thank you so much Sophie and Jack. I can't imagine what it would be like with Luna and Jin though because they seem way more chill whereas I can see Sophie (a PERFORMER) doing all that and Jack (self proclaimed romantic) also just doing stuff to fit with Sophie.

And honestly still having residual feelings from the previous episode works. Like, yes to the Jack and Emel kiss (at least from Jack's POV about being insecure about Sophie,,, I'm not so sure about Emel but as someone who played it flirting with Oakley up until the end of Vol II and knowing Emel wants a romantic guy like Jack, I will let it slide). I kinda wish it implied more that Jin rejected Sophie so that's why she didn't pick him at the last recoupling so she's still hurt and still antagonizing MC and Jin for that reason. Otherwise it's just like, why are they still mad though?

Emel and Oakley are so cute. I also kept wishing after S5 and S6 that we got more strong couples in the game and I'm very glad they seem happy and if anything happens to them I'm gonna be so upset.

And tbh Jack and Sophie making it work is so nice too. Even though I think they're gonna keep having a lot of drama, it's entertaining and it's also great to have a couple that's probably gonna get dumped or split up at some point (and you know they're not gonna make it on the outside).

I don't care for Brad and Christy at all but why is that option 29 gems?? Like even asking for drama about the Islanders currently in the Villa is 17 gems (which I still don't think should be behind a pay wall but it feels like that one might be more relevant).

I do like that Jack is trying to be sweet to Sophie because even though he has also been an asshole to MC and her couple, he's still a possible route for if you replay, so that's nice they're not making the other LI's unappealing like in S6 (...yet???? im not giving fusebox the all clear yet)

I hate that Jack called his apology thing a game, I wish he just gathered everyone at the firepit and did the same thing but not called it a compliment game.

in the same vein, why did he invent the chemistry game because that feels like they should've gotten a text about that and then the next text about voting for the couple with the strongest chemistry to go into the hideaway would make more sense.

regardless, I really liked Jack's compliment to MC because that's how I've been playing this character and the fact he pointed it out, I feel like she'd love that. Also everyone else's compliments were fun too except maybe Sophie's which is funny.

And then he tried to make a joke at the end which was bold, but then I found out it might have been Jin's fault which is far more in character but again I don't know how well that would play out if I was playing a different route.

Also you can cheekily ask Oakley how he felt about Jack's joke about Emel being the best kisser in front of everyone and you best believe I did that

Then everything seems fine until the chemistry game and then suddenly Sophie, Jack, Emel, and Oakley are doing fine and everyone else is not and I love that turn in drama. Again, can't speak for a Theo route but the way suddenly Claudia is in between Jin and MC is crazy and Jin has a somewhat reasonable response (considering that fusebox wanted to give you space to go to the hideaway with Claudia). he probably forgave MC too fast imo but that's on me for playing the messy route.

Also Claudia's response after hearing Jin and MC are going to the hideaway together instead of her and MC is so good. Like she does convey she's disappointed but understands, and MC says there's still time for them, and Claudia's response is like it would blow your mind like we gotta give Jin a fighting chance, and I love that. also bc I'm indecisive so I'm glad her routes not closed yet.

as much as I like the drama, Tyler did not make a big splash so it does feel like we just got drama four volumes in a row, so I'm kind of hoping we get a bombshell mid challenge. Unfortunately, it's the excess baggage challenge, which I do like and I think we're due for this challenge to show up, but a bombshell showing up mid excess baggage challenge is literally what happens in S3 so I don't think I'm right.

I already posted my little joke about the Hideaway scene but yeah it's so much better than it's been recently. And like it looks like there's a few more options to change up the scene/dialogue so that's good they put effort into small stuff like that

and I'm not advocating for them hiding scenes behind a pay wall (like I rather them put these expensive gem choices behind drama I don't care about, that's fine) but like if there was ever a time to have a pay to win part of the game I would've made it this and not the kissing challenge. HEAR ME OUT: so it's like an early in the game hideaway first of all, technically you've known each other for like four days and if it comes up again for free, i wouldnt even miss it. Second, it kinda dismisses the drama that JUST happened. Like, either Theo or Claudia have just blown up their strong couple to pursue MC and their LI doesn't do anything? And the other couples vote for them anyway? Like get rid of the gem choice early on for MC and Jin to prove their chemistry and have them stumble anyway. Then after the Claudia/Theo confession, the gem choice is MC announces she wants another shot and because Sophie, Jack, and Emel like her for solving their drama they agree. And then MC can choose her second try with Theo, Claudia, or her LI. And then still has the chat later with her LI and then you win with whoever you pick (or I guess if you pick Theo then you don't bc I guess it's the slow burn route. Maybe you get a chat with him on the daybeds or SOMETHING lol). And third, Jack did this whole campaign to get him and Sophie to a stronger place so like there was a perfect backup couple right there.

and also some non volume specific thoughts:

I'm kind of excited to replay and like couple with Jack or Oakley at this point because I'm curious if the dialogue is much different. I really like Jin's dialogue and it fits his character, so I'm wondering how much of it is copy paste (but most people here are also on a Jin route so I can't cross reference damn).

also I would've reordered the past couple of episodes so that like Luna and Tyler would stay for longer and have a bigger impact but I don't need to make this long post even longer so maybe I'll post it some other time

still don't know why it's called tempting fate but if we're returning to the non themed seasons I'm not complaining

[sakurachan7734]

A little trip that went wrong 

One off story

Blair pov

I always get a bit upset when mommy or mama say I can’t go out because they say earth is dangerous I mean I’m technically already on earth because my mommy can’t be in hell and my mama can’t be in heaven but I never was allowed outside without one of them near me and I’m in disguise I can’t transformer to a human or not yet at least I think today I am going to sneak out to go play with my friends

Third person POV 

Blair looks around the room she is in see if dreamer is near by which they weren’t so Blair quietly open the door and ran outside she ran to the nearby city but she somehow ended up near a church but she didn’t stay for long because whenever she’s near one it hurts her even outside the church she can feel there is something hurting her but a few people inside the church sees her and ran outside

Meg:* grabs Blair’s arm* What do you think you are doing here?!

Blair: let go of me! I am just passing through

Jack: by passing by a church? didn’t your parents teach little demons like you not to be anywhere near here 

Blair:* trying to pull her arm away* I was just about to leave until you stopped me!!!

Blair pov

I managed to get my arm away and start running. I looked behind and I saw that more people have come out to get me and some of them are carrying something that looks like water I don’t know how it’s gonna hurt me I know my mama telling that holy water hurts us I’m trying to find something called a casino because I know mama works there or somewhere the a bunch of people are in costumes because I’ll blend in but I found a little shed to hide in

Third person POV

Blair runs into the shed and tries to hide underneath something but it was to late someone saw Blair go into the shed and runs in and sees Blair hiding under a work desk and throws holy water on her face

Blair:* sobbing* STOP IT!!

Sable: be gone demon!!

Meanwhile with dreamer 

Dreamer: Blair where are you?

Dreamer searches around the castle, looking for Blair and goes to the entrance hall and see the door is open

Dreamer: oh no don’t tell me she ran out 

Dreamer immediately ran outside looking for Blair she ran for almost a half an hour and then she heard crying coming from a shed she ran into it and saw Blair on the floor sobbing and covering the side of her face

Blair:* noticing dreamer* I’m sorry mommy I wanted to see the outside!!

Dreamer:* picks up Blair* oh my little baby what happened?

Blair:* sobbing* I was passing by the church and a bunch of people started chasing me and I ran into here and one of them saw me and threw some burning water on me!

Dreamer: that was holy water my little raven that stuff hurts people like you and mama

Blair:* sobbing* am I In trouble?

Dreamer: yes because you disobeyed me and your mama but let’s get the burn on your face taken care of can I see it?

Blair:* removes her head from her face revealing a burn scare covering the left side of her face*

Dreamer:* hugs Blair* oh my poor little baby this is why you aren’t allowed outside with me or mama

Blair:* crying* I’m sorry I promise not to do it again!

Dreamer:* starts walking back to the castle* it’s ok sweetie I will talk to mama about it when we get you taken care of

Blair: ok mommy

Dreamer gets back to the castle and treats Blair’s wound and then calls marceline

Dreamer: hay dear to you have a few minutes to talk with me?

Marceline: yes what happened?

Dreamer: well Blair get out of the castle and she was chased by a bunch of people from the church and they threw holy water on her

Marceline: what?! Is she ok?

Dreamer: yes but she has a large burn scar covering the left side of her face

Marceline: did she lose sight in her left eye?

Dreamer: no

Marceline: good I will look at her when I get home

Dreamer: ok

A few hours later marceline comes back to the castle

Marceline:* enters Blair’s room* hi my little raven your mother told me what happened earlier today

Blair: I know I’m sorry mama I promise I won’t do it again

Marceline;* sits on Blair’s bed* hay it’s ok but you are still grounded for not listening

Blair: I know mommy told me

Marceline: can I see the burn mark?

Blair:yes mama

Marceline:* takes off Blair’s bandages* ohh that looks bad

Blair: yes mommy said that it will never go away

Marceline: definitely does it hurt?

Blair: not anymore

Marceline: that’s good

End



[missn11]

Ship Meme time! Ryo/Akira :D :D :D

Ahhh the perfect ship to discuss after LaCroix/Nines!

Makes sense and compels me extremely! Why their relationship is quite a huge part of Devilman's plot, like how it went wouldn't have happened if not for Ryo falling in love with Akira! (honestly the end of humanity would've come sooner, so Ryo/Satan falling in love with Akira likely delayed the apocalypse by a while! XD)

Unlike LaCroix and Nines, (Talking about the manga version of them here.) Akira and Ryo were friends before everything went wrong and trusted each other so deeply, even to the point of being willing to go down to hell to together. They understand each other like no other, and would do anything for each other and that's what damns and saves them(in Violence Jack and Devilman Lady tho XD)

Akira willingly went through the Sabbath and became Devilman for Ryo (as well to save humanity but as we see later in the story humanity to Akira really includes the people he personally knows and loves) and Ryo/Satan has Amon merge with Akira to save him from the human apocalypse since Akira was the only human he could ever love. They both make the same mistakes in some ways, when Ryo/Satan fell in love with Akira he couldn't look outside of his hatred of humanity to consider that maybe if Akira was lovable to him then maybe not all of humanity is so bad. When Akira lost Miki and her family to the mob he couldn't look outside his hatred to see that maybe there were other humans that were like Miki who needed to be saved.

I honestly think Ryo fell in love with Akira because Akira was not only a kindred spirit but also showed him that he could live in peace, even if Satan didn't realise it at the time and that's why he is regretful at what he had done to Akira by merging with Amon. In a way he had started the progress that will make Akira mirror him in so many ways.

Despite their differences they understand each other even if they don't want to admit it and in a way they enable each other cause of it. Akira in my mind did come to hate humanity once he saw the evils they committed towards the devilmen and their own fellow humans in order to save themselves and that's why he was considering Ryo/Satan's offer to join him, because a part of him did a agree with Ryo on some level, but hated to ever admit it especially after Miki died. Like even tho Ryo was messy as fuck in trying to give his offer for Akira to join his side, the fact he thought it would work says a lot to me about how much he knew how Akira actually felt about humanity.

And despite all of the anger and hatred Akira had felt for Ryo towards the end of the manga in the sequels he still strives to either save Ryo(Violence Jack) or understand him, because he still loves him.(Devilman Lady manga)

And Ryo/Satan wants to understand/love humanity better through Akira's POV either by loving Miki like Akira had(Violence Jack) or taking on his role as Jun(Devilman Lady manga)

And imo in both Violence Jack and Devilman Lady they both save each other even if the journey is really rough and messy! XD

like I've said before their love damns and saves them in so many ways, they make each other both better and worse and the world(s) is never the same cause of it. Through love or hate they are drawn together and have a hard time being apart.

The fandom plays around this ship a lot and the best ways I've seen it be done is when its both a character and a relationship study where they understand how they can go towards war or peace together...

So yeah after all that waxing poetically again, they are very much OTP but I really like to ship them as a OT3 with Miki cause honestly I feel she is what is able to keep them together or break them apart...

So yeah, thank you so much for the ask on Ryokira, they always give me a lot to think about and I'll always have feels about them 😭😭😭

[impossiblepluto]

Okay can I pls hear more about the como scar reveal???

Thanks for the ask, pal! I've been slowly working on a longer, early season one fic from Riley's POV and to help get into her head I've been trying to write some scenes for her. Because I love a scar reveal, I've been working on a fic where Riley learns more about Lake Como and what happened there. (And I haven't decided what Mac is fiddling with so it's denoted as [XK] to fill in later)

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Steam bursts through the bathroom door as soon as Mac opens it, wafting around him like a shroud as he steps into the cooler air of the hotel room, a pair of basketball shorts hanging low on his hips, focused on the [XK] in his hands.

Riley looks up from the bed furthest from the door that she claimed as her own, sprawled in exhaustion, and turns her attention back to the rig in front of her, absently checking the running search as though she didn’t just finish scrolling through the results so far. She smirks a bit that he apparently brought [XK] into the bathroom with him. 

She doesn’t really know where to look. Dripping hair. Bare chest. Shorts that are hanging just the other side of too low. She barely knows him. Tries not to look, doesn’t want him to think she’s staring when he finally tears himself away from the device. Tries to act like she’s not actively trying to not look. 

Mac reaches up, scrubbing a hand through his hair, sending water droplets flying. After a moment, he sighs and tosses [XK] onto the bed. Her bed.

Riley shifts out of the way as it bounces. 

Mac takes a step back, blinking in surprise as though he’s forgotten she’s here. “Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” 

“That’s usually my-” he gestures to the bed and stops.

“I can move.” Riley sits up. They didn’t really talk about the sleeping arrangements. 

“No.” Mac waves away the suggestion. “Jack just always takes the bed closest to the door as though those extra three steps would keep me safer. He’ll want you there.” 

“Wouldn’t it be just as likely that someone would enter through the window? Isn’t that what a secret agent would do?”

“I wouldn’t bring that up.” Mac shakes his head.  “I don’t know what Jack’s response would be, but I’m too tired to try to argue about it tonight. Here, let me-” he motions to the [XK].

Riley scoops it up and passes it to him, keeping her eyes carefully on his face.

“Sorry for throwing it at you.”

“I suppose I’ll believe that you weren’t trying to maim me,” she says magnanimously with what she hopes is a twinkle of teasing in her eye. They haven’t had much conversation outside of the mission and work but she sees the playful banter he has with Jack. It’d be nice to cultivate that type of friendship. Any type of friendship.

“Well, not everything I build blows up. Don’t believe everything Jack tells you,” Mac grins.

“I don’t even believe a third of what Jack tells me.” 

The grin erupts into a chuckle. He tosses the [XK] between his hands before setting it on the bedside table, and flopping onto the other bed. 

A wince flitters across his face so quickly she almost misses it. Would have missed it if she hadn’t caught vestiges of pain that blink in his eyes for a second before they're gone. 

“Guess I forgot that it wasn’t just me and Jack. I’m not used to anyone else being with us.”

She doesn’t know why but she half-expected him to blush or stammer, maybe scramble to grab a t-shirt when he realized she was here, not stretch out comfortably on the bed.

(Maybe it’s the way he always looks like a kid wearing his dad’s clothes and trying to appear grown up, multiple layers under collared, button-up shirts and the leather jacket. Half of Jack’s t-shirts don’t have sleeves. Half of them are gaping holes between scraps of fabric barely holding together. )

“Well, Nikki.” 

The teasing smile leaves Mac’s face. Riley almost regrets bringing her up, shifting uncomfortably as Mac’s face clouds, but as the analyst’s replacement, she can’t ignore the curiosity or the warning that prickles in the back of her mind. Walking the line of getting answers and not rocking the boat. She can’t help but wonder what their relationship was like. What led Nikki to make the choices to betray her partners. How it could have happened under the noses of what seems like two very capable special agents. Personal life getting in the way of judgement? She tells herself she wants to avoid the same pitfalls that caused Nikki to turn traitor but she also needs to know if she has any hope of ever really fitting into this duo of Mac and Jack. Will they trust her and more importantly can she trust them? And she finds herself continuing to poke a stick into this painful situation to get answers and just to see how they react.

“Most of the time the op didn’t require her on site.” 

“She didn’t come with you?”

“Not as often as you’d think.”

“Don’t worry, Mac. I don’t think you were using government resources to take your girlfriend on trips around the world.” 

“With as much trouble as we run into, those wouldn’t be the mood-setting romantic vacations she’d be looking for,” Mac chuckles. 

The wary tightness in Riley’s chest loosens.

 “But when I said ‘not as often as you’d think’  I meant based on your experiences with us. You’re already in the field a lot more than Nikki was.”

“Really?” That’s… surprising. And concerning. Are they keeping her closer because they worry they can’t trust her? 

“Looking back, it’s become startlingly clear how often she was around for the really bad ops. Makes me wonder exactly how long she was working the other side. Selling intel. Using– us.” Absently he raises his hand to his chest, the way she’s only seen him do when he’s feeling upset or vulnerable. But only when Jack isn’t around to see it. And now she lets herself look, and sees why.

A raised weal of puckered skin, pink and fresh the way a just-healed wound looks, scores the muscle of the left side of his chest. 

The bullet wound that he was still recovering from when they arranged her release. The one they don't want to talk about. The one that nearly ended his career, and his life. 

Aside from these furtive touches and carefully hidden winces that she suddenly understands, he doesn’t move or act like he almost died three months ago.

No wonder Jack gets a little protective.

[faejilly]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💕

With the obvious caveat that I would assuredly pick five different fics tomorrow, here you go nonny, in no particular order, and attempting to NOT list just half a dozen Malec things just because they are my Hotel California fandom apparently... But I do have to have at least one for them! #BecauseMalec

out of some dreaming tree: Malec Fairy Tale Quest! A Forest That Eats "People" (and other Things)! Weird eldritch and magical lore!

This AU requires absolutely NO CANON KNOWLEDGE and I keep hoping some of the people who occasionally just read my fic for shits & giggles will try it even though they're not Shadowhunters people. But also more Shadowhunters people should also read it, I had such a great time writing it. 🤣

Vindication: M!Shepard/Jack. Did I mention I have a thing for fairy tales? AND ALSO JACK FROM MASS EFFECT? (I'm love her, your honors)

So it's almost more a series of post-game scenes than my usual prose story style (because Jack POV and that's how she wanted to tell it) and Jack's trying to learn the context of kids' stories, and take care of Shepard who is being kind of a dumb ass but mostly just, yk, trying to recover, and Miranda is Brilliant (even Jack is willing to admit it) and I am very fond of it.

souver'inan isala hamin (weary eyes need resting): DAI, Varric & a Dalish Inquisitor, friends vs family vs love... or something like that.

Having Varric be in your party again, having Hawke's shadow from the previous game spilling over your Inquisitor, was fascinating to me. (Especially as Varric & my Adelaide were family but not ever really friends, and family is a fraught sort of thing for a Tethras and a Hawke/Amell.) Romancing Blackwall and trying to be friends with Dorian, being Dalish and Inquisitor, it was just... prickly all the way through. (In a good way, imo.) My Inquisitor was also noticeably older than my Wardens or Hawkes had been, much more self-aware and dangerous in a way that the narrative of DAI seldom let me illustrate or articulate, and while I'm not sure how much of that is clear in the fic, I can still feel what it was like for Erana to despise the world she's going to save because she loves too many of the people in it to do anything else, and I enjoy wallowing in that sometimes.

Solace: DA2, Adelaide Hawke/Sebastian Vael, my darlings, my beloveds

While not the first thing I wrote for them, it was the story of their first meeting, and it meant a lot a lot a lot to me when I finally did manage to let it happen outside of my head. Also Sebastian recognizing the Adelaide/Bethany/Carver/Daryn joke made my day when I wrote it and still makes me smile.

Fine Feathers: Yuletide fic! Book!fic, which I don't do terribly often! M/F Regency Romance

An epilogue for The Quiet Gentleman which is, if you are unaware, a novel by The Lady Who Made Regency a Viable Modern Genre almost 100 years ago, which means it has a Very Specific Style and I was very pleased I managed to capture it. (Also it's both one of my favorites of Georgette Heyer's books but also one of the most frustrating, because the lead couple has like ONE HALF OF A SCENE TOGETHER so I wrote them together more and honestly now I like the original book better, which is some hellishly ridiculous hubris but I don't care.)