#i guess I need to start watching DW again

[scholarhect]

can we twelveclarapost. can you be a fucking man and twelveclarapost with me

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

00.3. how was your first night together?

➴ warnings: nsfw, rough sex, oral sex (f. receiving), use of the word slut, bit of humiliation, dacryphilia, subspace kinda?, protected sex, nipple sucking, curse words, aftercare, cockwarming, dirty talk.

➴ word count: 2.2k

➴ author’s note: i have nothing to say for myself… also, this is the first straight smut I write in YEARS. so pls bear with me… also2, im highly aware that jack is probably a cutie pie during sex (and dw!! we’ll get there eventually) but something abt this jack… makes me dizzy. hope u all enjoy!!

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LEAVING the party with this man— you still didn’t even know his name— was probably the best decision you had ever made, after auditioning for that one show that changed your life back when you were thirteen.

The pretty boy drove you to his actual house and rested his hand on your thigh the entire ride. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with the thought of letting a man, who you barely even knew, fuck you senseless.

Maybe Grace was right and you did have a little bit of a thing for humiliation.

Although nothing compared to when he opened the door of his huge house for you, and kissed you before he had even closed it properly. His kiss was bruising and angry, his hands gripping your waist with just the right amount of strength and you could swear you were melting in his arms.

“Fuck,” you moaned, sitting on his lap. “What’s your name?”

He laughed, eyes red and mouth swollen. “You don’t know who I am?”

“No?” You raised your eyebrow, smirking.

“I’m Jack Hughes.” He said, looking bothered by the fact that you didn’t know who he was.

“Hi, Jack Hughes,” you said, rocking your hips against his. “I’m Sophia.”

“Oh, I know who you are, baby,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “That concert Nico went to? I was there too.”

Now that surprised you.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” He was the one smirking now. You rolled your eyes.

“Less yapping and more fucking. I’m starting to think you’re full of shit.”

You barely had time to finish breathing after your sentence before he grabbed you by your waist, and lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He somehow managed to climb up the stairs while holding you and hell if that didn’t make you wetter. You could feel your panties sticky and glued to your intimate part, and honestly there wasn’t anything that you wanted more than to remove them.

He placed you in the bed, gentler than you’d expect him to, and you watched as he removed his suit, his toned abs making you clench around nothing. He pushed his somewhat long hair back before getting his hands on you again.

“Let’s get this monstrosity out of you,” he growled before almost ripping the jersey out of you. You laid on the bed now wearing just your bra and your mini-skirt. “Much better.”

You turned around, deciding that he deserved a show. Removing your bra, you actually moaned when you felt the cold air hit your hard nipples. You fought the need of touching them, and went straight to removing your skirt and panties, not letting yourself feel shy or embarrassed.

You felt Jack’s hands on you, turning you around and getting you on your knees. He looked at you like a predator and from just one look at his pants, you could tell that that man was packed.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do, baby,” he whispered, blue eyes staring down at you. “You’re gonna sit that sweet, needy cunt on my face, and I’m gonna eat you out until you’re coming. Then,” he stepped closer, not breaking eye contact. “I’m gonna fuck you fast and rough. That’s how I like it. And with that slutty face of yours,” he scoffed, eyes full of lust and desire. “I’m guessing that’s how you like it too.”

You bit your lips, nodding with your head, because you didn’t trust yourself enough to do anything besides moaning.

He removed the rest of his clothes and, yay, you were right, but also— fuck. You were right. His cock was big and thick and looked like it would reach your stomach and rearrange your organs.

Just how you liked it.

He laid on the bed and grabbed your hips, making you sit on his face, and when the tip of his tongue met your aching clit, you swear you saw stars.

You were holding yourself on the headboard, not wanting to hurt him. He looked like a great guy, and didn’t deserve to die because he suffocated during sex.

But it looked like he had other plans.

“I think I told you to sit your cunt on my face, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but—”

“Do as I fucking say.” Even though he said it, he was the one who grabbed your thighs and pulled you down, making your pussy cover his entire mouth.

Your moans were probably heard from across the street, but you didn’t care. It had been way too long since your last time and this? This was heaven. Jack was a fucking munch. The way he licked your clit and fucked his tongue inside you? Yeah, he knew what he was doing.

“J-Jack, fuck,” you heard yourself saying, eyes starting to feel wet and mind going all blank. “God, what the fuck.”

The wet noises could be heard whenever your moans came out softly, and his hands on your thighs only made it all better, because you knew it would bruise. You knew it would leave a mark there and it felt so good to know that this was the man marking you up.

You looked down by accident and you came right on the spot when you made eye contact with the man underneath you; it should have been embarrassing to look at him eating you out but it wasn’t anything like that. You felt owned and desired. You felt whole.

He removed his lips from your pussy, not before licking it a few times, and turned you around, him on top of you. He moved so he could grab the condom from the bedside table— fuckboy move, totally— and you watched as he put it on.

He kissed you one more time while he inserted himself on you, not really giving you the time to adjust. You felt your hole burning, and it felt good. You were so wet that the squelching sounds were almost embarrassing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was hitting you on the right spots.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he murmured, slamming into you with force. “Pussy so ‘fuckin tight for me. Holy shit.”

“Harder, p-please,” you heard yourself saying and you saw how his bright, blue eyes were changing into a dark, ocean color. You saw danger in them.

“You’re still speaking so I guess I’m not doing my job the right way, huh?” He said, taking almost all of his cock out just to slam it back into you with strength.

Your mind was going to a very strange place where you couldn’t really think straight and even though that should be scary, you felt nothing but… free.

The pleasure was so fucking good and your pussy had never felt so satisfied, as corny as it sounded. He had his lips on your right nipple, sucking and biting, his right hand rubbing your clit fast and precise, while his dick slammed into you with the right amount of pressure.

You could feel the tension building up inside of you and you knew you were going to come again, and soon, but when you tried to say something, warn him, it felt like you had grabbed a stick of glue and glued your mouth shut.

But it was too much, your legs were trembling and your eyes were wet, tears cascading down your face. You knew your face was red and probably slutty like Jack had said but it didn’t matter.

“Poor slut can’t even talk, mhm?” You heard Jack mock you, and fuck if it didn’t make you clench your hole around his dick. “You liked being called that, didn't you? Little slut. My brainless, stupid slut.”

His hand started to move faster on your clit and you tried to close your legs, out of pure instinct.

“None of that, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, still fucking you rough and hard. “Keep those pretty, little legs open for me. Isn’t that what you’re here for? Letting me, a guy who you barely know, fuck you senseless.”

You were fully crying now, holding onto him with so much force, secretly thankful that he was a Hockey player and probably used to all the roughness.

“I-I’m gonna,” you mumbled, not even thinking straight.

“You’re gonna come on my cock, sweetheart? Yeah? Gonna make a mess for me and wet my bed sheets even more?”

You felt yourself nodding, biting your lips when you felt yourself coming. Jack was still fucking you, searching for his own release. He lifted himself just enough to grab you by your waist and slam himself into you, over and over again.

Your tits went up and down and your eyes went to the back of your head.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up now, baby. C’mon, sweetheart, I’m gonna come, fuck.” Jack cursed, thrusting into you one last time, before coming inside the condom.

All you could hear were your sniffles and his breathing. Your legs were still shaking and your body felt the same way it did whenever you had a fever.

You could hear Jack moving, but you only acted when you felt himself removing his dick. “N-No. Please, stay. Just… for a bit?” You sounded fragile, almost insecure, and you hated it. It wasn’t anything like you, at all. You had guys and girls throwing themselves at you everyday— not that it mattered, you never took interest in any of them— so you shouldn’t act like a needy… slut.

But your fucked up brain couldn’t handle the thought of Jack leaving you. So, you did what you could. Begged.

You heard him chuckling and before your brain could tell you that he was laughing at your request, you felt him moving you both around and, without removing his cock from you, he managed to lay on the bed and let you on top of his, your head on the crock of his neck, your intimate parts still connected.

You sighed, content and full, feeling even better when he put the duvet on top of you both, making you snuggle even closer. He chuckled again.

“Feeling very cozy in there, right, sweetheart?” He mumbled, and you smiled, even if he couldn’t see. He smelled like sandalwood and something else, something that didn’t smell like a cologne or anything like that— just him.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, you probably snoozed after a minute or two, but you woke up startled, feeling empty because he had just removed himself from you. You whined.

“We need to clean you up, c’mon,” he said, rising from the bed and taking you with him. He didn’t seem to care that you were both naked and you looked like you had seen better days— your makeup was all smudged and your eyeliner was long gone. But you felt so freaking good. “I need you to pee. I’ll wait for you outside if you want.”

You looked at the man in front of you, who looked nothing like the cocky guy who hit on you not even three hours ago. He looked soft and gentle, and you were all here for it.

“That’d be great, thank you,” you said softly, and he kissed you on the forehead, before leaving and closing the door behind him. You looked at your reflection in the big ass mirror in front of you and sighed, smiling. You looked fucked but damn. You felt like you had just hit the jackpot.

And maybe you had.

You peed and cleaned yourself, trying to remove the remains of your makeup with wet paper. It didn’t do much, but it was better than going out there looking like Chucky’s bride.

You opened the bathroom door, feeling cold once again. Now that your body temperature was going back to normal, you felt cold walking around naked.

Jack was standing in the middle of the room, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else.

It should be illegal for someone to look this good after rearranging my organs.

“I picked some of my clothes for you. You won’t be sleeping in my bed with Nico’s ugly jersey,” he raised his brow, looking truly upset with Nico’s shirt.

You smiled. “It’s fine. I’m not going to spend the night. That is against the rules of a one night stand.”

It felt stupid to say shit like that, but it was true. Now that the sex drive was going away, you regained some of your senses and confidence and you knew that being a clingy bitch wouldn’t get you anything.

“I mean, I can sleep in my guest room if sleeping with me makes you uncomfortable, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go back to your house alone at one in the fucking morning.”

“I know how to take care of myself, Hughes,” you heard yourself saying and you wanted to slap yourself. Where did the attitude even come from anyway? “Besides, I’ll just get an Uber.”

“The fuck you will,” he laughed— he actually laughed. You couldn’t believe it. “Lay down. With how hard I fucked you, you should be like Aurora from Sleeping Beauty anytime now.”

You suppress a giggle, giving in. So easy. “You’re annoying as fuck.”

“Funny, you didn't say that when I was eating your pussy.” He shrugged and climbed on the right side of his bed.

Your face went all shades of red.

“Come on, Sophia. Think about your poor consequences tomorrow.”

You rolled your eyes and climbed on his king sized bed. He wrapped his hands around your waist and you put your head in his chest, and listened to his heartbeat until you fell asleep.

He was right. You could manage the consequences tomorrow.

[crispyjenkins]

mandalore the young cont.

original post/discussion here! it was just getting really long and i for one hate scrolling so far, so. here's this. have also added this au to my masterlist in my pinned post!

@malcontent-crow

#i had a whole wall of tags and it didnt save! lets try this again#i am loving this. the potential for world building and the consequences of knowing more than you should (literally)

#i had forgotten that DW wasnt in peoples thoughts as a threat during the Clan Wars#and the idea that Pre was so far underground with the movement is a very good thing to remember as well! #on one hand you have this driven and spirited young verd that is inspiring Clans to start reassessing who they are fighting and why#on the other you have this clanless outsider that knows waaaaay too much about all the potential major players and is saying#that this major threat isnt really as gone as everybody thought and hoped. sith parallels out the wahoo for ppor obi#and hes standing there watching them all argue over his head about this threat that he KNOWS needs to be dealt with#he is seeing himself as pretty on par or above with the Old Guard in terms of mental age or prowess or large scale battles#so he sees them doubt him maybe even to his face and knows he'll need to get things started on his own

#and becauae everything in the galaxay has at least one person watching it from the outside... how quickly does the news of a jedi padawan#going off the rails on this mission get out? whos keeping track and who points fingers at the jedi for attempting to control the outcome#of the war of their historical enemies in their favor? the senate (read sith) want mandalore defanged before their war but what does it look#like the jedi want? how does the council answer for his actions? do they condemn or condone him? do they try to stay out of it?

#the world building potential of the Manda and the Ka'ra is delicious.#what does it mean to be a mando or darmanda? can you walk around and have people look at you and know you have failed in your oaths?

#and ouch! Obi-Wan considering the fact that he has never been allowed to be his own person.#from padawan to knight/master and then a general and councilor and sheesh. hes really never had the chance to see who he is as a person#outside of his responsibilities to everybody around him and right now hes a war worn adult in a war worn teens body#hes always had somebody else there. as a battle companion a teacher a student as somebody to protect and guard and guide#and now he has this entire culture looking at him and waiting for his next move. and im guess it still feels like less than a burden than#the care and raising of an entire child on his own. sure he had the temple resources and other jedi to lean on but anakin always looked to#him first to solve any problem or teach him something new or cuddle him after nightmares as hes trying to hide his own dreams#and grief and flounding to find his footing as an independent adult

#so right now hes looking around at the entire mando population and realizing thats he might need to reshape himself again for somebody else#to make himself what others need and knowing he can and will do it if it means saving somebody else

#and when exactly did he come back from the war? did he have satine die in his arms and see the ruin that is madalore after a pacifist reign?#does he see the potential for that ruin to happen right now if he doesnt succeed? where does he see himself in regards to the jedi?#has he considered the consequences of stepping up to be the Mand'alor to this culture he has never seen as his own?#has he let himself think about the choices he needs to make and how some things you cant always come out the other side the same as before?

(following the trend of each of these getting longer, this has hit just under 5,000 words, so just a heads up lol? so much world building is happening in this one)

sorry you had to rewrite so much! that last exchange was cursed, it seems lmao

it's so easy to write Obi-Wan as prescient, or the route I'm going with in Dha Kar'ta, so i think it's a fun change-up to have him knowledgeable for completely different reasons! I'm actually going to avoid visions almost at all for this Obi, but everyone else certainly won't know the difference, and he doesn't tell them otherwise (though he won't encourage it either. I do actually have a Naruto time travel where Nart pretends to be psychic à la Shawn Spencer, so that isn't the route I wanna go for this Obi). the consequences of knowing too much, indeed

hmmm many of these questions depend on how deep into Jedi and galactic politics I wanna go, and I'm not sure it's very deep at all. or at least, not very dragged out. i'll explain in a mo

SO first: yes, this Obi is from after Satine dies, in 19 BBY, maybe a month or so after, but before the bombing of the Temple so before Ahsoka left the Order. He was back on the front, no time to properly mourn, though he was doing his best, and was meditating on the whole war, but especially the Sith and their hand in everything that happened on Mandalore. It went deeper than Maul, he knew, had been going on longer than Maul and even Dooku, and it occurred to Obi-Wan that the Sith either wanted a Mandalore that will side with them but not be too much a threat, or they wanted them not a threat at all. He realised his hand in that, in helping put the New Mandalorians on the throne that led to the demilitarisation of the entire sector. Obi-Wan had practically teed Mandalore up for Dooku and then Maul's interference, and if the Republic won the war, he could all too easily see them doing another excision. won't get too much into it to save it for the fic, but he is mediating with something beskar, and he gets a lil too deep into the Force, and of course this is post-Mortis so...... 👀

so this Obi-Wan, back in time, is helping Mandalore to prevent any more Sith machinations in the future, to change the future for the whole galaxy, but even before he's Chosen, he realises he's also doing all of this for Mandalore. for his own hand in its destruction, for the Jedi's hand in the Excision, for his personal connection to Satine drawing Maul to it. it's for atonement, for reparation, and also because Mandalore deserves to be saved, and Obi-Wan is in a place he can help do that. it isn't just about the health of the galaxy, anymore.

I usually shy away from having Obi-Wan leave the Order, no matter what AU I'm throwing him in because I believe in the fundamental goodness of the Order and the people in it, and Obi-Wan is fundamentally a Jedi, one of the best, one of the best. however, in this case, I don't think he can have his cake and eat it too. if Dooku had to leave the Order to accept his countship, then Obi-Wan would have to leave to become Mand'alor. Jedi are (supposed to be) politically neutral, and Obi-Wan is all too aware he'd nullified his own neutrality the moment he decided to go for Keldabe to find Jango.

one of my favorite... tropes? in time travel fic is Obi using his future fellow councilmembers' access codes to get into things he shouldn't, and he certainly knows how to work the Order's internal systems in his favor, so he

wait so i was gonna have him go in and tender his resignation from the Order directly into the systems, and backdate it for before the Mandalore mission, so that anything he's done on Mandalore so far cannot be blamed on the Jedi BUT WHAT IF he just. deletes himself. like completely. from admin to the Archives to the crèche's own internal systems to the Shadow's private servers, Obi-Wan Kenobi was never a Jedi, was never a Temple bastard, was never Qui-Gon Jinn's padawan. his mission records are all in Qui-Gon's name now, his medical file simply doesn't exist, his crècheling clan is listed as simply having been a person short compared to other clans that year. he goes so far as to delete comm histories with him or mentioning him, it's like Obi-Wan Kenobi just doesn't exist anymore.

he does this first thing after leaving Jango, he spends the entire week back to Mandalore ensuring he's been completely erased from absolutely anything relating to the Jedi, and then uses his future councilmember knowledge (and lessons from Quinlan) to erase himself from Republic systems, too. any planet he'd helped as a padawan will suddenly have no records of him as having been there with his master, so the senate or Order can't subpoena them for the info, though Obi-Wan knows he can't have gotten everything (such as any planet not in the Republic, or who don't have holonet access to their files, or both, like Melida/Daan), but he figures he's done enough to absolve the Order if anyone comes knocking about what he's doing.

he buries his lightsaber in the deserts of Mandalore, not knowing that in his old future, he'd have done the same on Tatooine.

so as far as the Jedi are aware: Obi-Wan went on a mission with Qui-Gon that (predictably) went to hell, got separated from his master for weeks to months, then suddenly changed, at the same time their Jedi with the highest prescience collapsed due to his visions, which have also changed. Obi-Wan left Qui-Gon behind to hightail it through the Mandalore sector, and Qui-Gon couldn't catch up or find him, and then Obi-Wan disappeared from anyone's radars for two weeks. then Qui-Gon senses him reenter the Mandalore system, right before breaking his training bond with him, and the Order wakes up to Obi-Wan completely erased from their systems like he never existed in the first place. everything is going so so wrong, and yet. and yet.

and yet the Force is telling them all that this is right, that this is the least Dark course of action, that whatever Obi-Wan is doing is indeed the Will of the Force

so the Order mourns one of their own, and tells Qui-Gon to let him go. and then the Order ups their cyber security because what.

i think he leaves an unsigned letter/comm message for a few people. Bant, Quinlan, Mace, Feemor, his old crèchemaster, Yoda, maybe Jocasta Nu. it's short, basically thanking them for their hand in his upbringing (Feemor hasn't even met him before so is very confused by this), apologising for leaving abruptly, but to follow the Will of the Force, he had to leave; the first part of the message is all the same, but ends with little individual notes. he apologises to Madam Nu for fucking with her archives and hopes she can one day forgive him; he asks her to keep her friends close and to mend the tension between her and Dooku, that Obi-Wan should not know about. He tells Yoda that the future is always in motion but they must move with it; he asks Yoda to meditate on his dwindling lineages and learn to accept all that he cannot control. He reminds Quinlan to wear his gloves and asks him to thank Tholme for looking out for him when Qui-Gon wouldn't or didn't; he thanks him for their years together, and asks him to check in on Feemor every now and then. He apologises to Mace for all the shatter-points he likely caused and will continue to cause, and suggests he put a permanent reminder in his comm to remember to refill his migraine prescription that sixteen year-old Obi should not know about. He asks Bant to look out for a young Togruta initiate that will join in seven years, and suggests Bant might like the healer track rather than the knight corps; he thanks her for being his longest and most dearly-held friend. He thanks his crèchemaster for realising his visions were more than dreams (which will inadvertently lend credence to that theory for why Obi-Wan changed so suddenly), for supporting him when Bruck was at his nastiest, and for always being someone he could turn to even after he became a padawan. For Feemor, Obi-Wan apologises that they hadn't had the chance to meet before then, and for the relationship they won't have anymore; Feemor has no idea who this message is from, until he starts hearing the gossip that Obi-Wan Kenobi has left the Order again. He too mourns never getting to know his padawan brother.

and Obi-Wan sends Qui-Gon a message, of course, thanking him for his teachings, apologising for "leading him on" as an apprentice, leaving and coming back so many times only to permanently leave this time. he reminds Qui to reach out to his friends and his support system, asks him to at least consider talking to a mind or soul healer about Xanatos (knowing that once it gets out that Obi-Wan is a planetary leader, it will likely badly trigger Qui-Gon), and asks him to at least try and mend his relationship with Dooku, though understands if that's not something Qui-Gon is willing to do. asks him to keep Satine safe, but to deeply think about why the Republic is so intent on helping her faction, and why Qui-Gon had questioned so little of the New Mandalorian ethos.

so by the time Obi-Wan finds the Old Guard, he's broken from the Order completely, has buried his saber, has broken his training bond, has cut his braid. I think he shaves his head entirely to let it grow out at the same rate, because the padawan cut is *Eliot Spencer voice* Very Distinctive. he paints his armour white for, yes, his men, his vod'e, but also for cin vhetin. he can't be the man he was before, nor the teen he was before, neither are who Mandalore needs, and as long as he can stay true to his morals and upbringing, he will be what Mandalore needs him to be.

okay now onto the Manda vs. the Ka'ra vs. the Force. the Force is a scientific concept of an energy connecting absolutely everything in the universe, and the Jedi have a religious view on the scientific concept. for both purposes, the Force just is. I really like the idea of other non-Jedi ideas just being different aspects of the Force, different religions and cultures based on the same scientific concepts. for Mandalorians, their "aspect" of the Force is the Manda, the collective souls of every Mando'ade that's ever marched on. just what it means to be Mando'ade has varied greatly through history, and is varied between different groups even now, but none of that changes what the Manda is, which is an aspect of the Force only Mando'ade can touch. sort of like their beliefs of it being separate from the Force have made it so?

now I haven't really talked about this before, but from the beginning of me writing Mandalorian related things, i've separated Ka'ra from ka'ra, which was a little bit me misremembering there was another term for "stars", and then it became it's own thing. kar, meaning "star", with it's plural kar'e or kare, to me, means physical stars, the way we'd call our sun a star. ka'ra, uncapitalised, is the more poetic and/or spiritual "stars", the way we might say something is "written in the stars", which actually aligns with how jate'kara is spelled; for my writing, i've used this form for Mandalorian Force-sensitives being Star-touched ka'ra-touched. Ka'ra, capitalised, is that "ruling council of fallen kings", the Mandalorian myth and it, the way I've always interpreted it, is a separate part of the Manda made up of specifically the souls of every Mand'alor already marched on. So, Tor Vizsla could have joined the Manda after death, but not the Ka'ra; make sense? all that ka'ra vs Ka'ra worldbuilding was done very early in my writing for star wars, and has since expanded to include the idea of the Manda as something separate, and I would now actually consider Manda-touched over Star-touched to describe Force sensitive Mando'ade, because that's really what I think Mandalorians would consider causes their supernatural powers: ancestors rather than the stars.

so what does that mean for this fic? the Manda is directly influenced by all those that consider themselves Mandalorian, Force-sensitive or not. it is, however, not affected by New Mandalorians, unless they worship the Manda in some facsimile, and I think many, many, many do not, not the way they were raised to. this worship looks different for every clan and every individual, and I've always interpreted it as more of a broad spiritual practice across the whole culture rather than a religion, per se, the way a real-world broader culture might pray at shrines at New Years even if individuals themselves or their family aren't religious. this is what I'm referencing when I say the Will of the People: the alive Mando'ade and their choices and emotions affecting and influencing the Manda, the collective amalgamation of every passed-on Mando'ade, and it's when these two are in tandem that they "pick" a Mand'alor. HOWEVER, such a pick is also up to the Ka'ra, the Mand'alor'e that have all marched on; to one day enter the Ka'ra themselves, a Mand'alor must be "picked" by both the People/the Manda, and the Ka'ra. Tor would be "picked" by a significant part of the People and the Manda, and so would Jaster have been, but (according to me, myself, and i, obviously), only Jaster had been chosen by the Ka'ra. Pre is "Mand'alor" only in name, only in a tenuous loyalty existing in House Vizsla and Death Watch, not even by the Manda; just simple human (et al) loyalty. Jango had a weaker "pick" from the Manda than Jaster did, but was picked by the Ka'ra, meaning if he did not declare himself dar'manda (even just internally; I don't think he's ever said it out loud), he would have joined the Ka'ra after death; if he ever reconnects with himself as a Mandalorian, I like to think he'd have that chance again. Canon Jango, though, who went on to make the clones? Absolutely not.

what does this all mean for Obi-Wan? he'd spent weeks inadvertently drumming up support in the people and therefore the Manda, and maybe most haven't really looked at him and thought "sure I'd follow him as Mand'alor", but they have looked at him and thought "that one has mandokar, that one wants what's best for Mandalore, that one is touched by destiny". I dunno, man, like. Obi-Wan is their hope before he is their leader. That will make all the difference when he does end up uniting them. His searching out Jango had made Jango finally confront that he feels dar'manda, until then he hadn't really lost the Ka'ra's support, but that severs that connection. and now the Ka'ra are without a Mand'alor, but look at that, there's a mandokar'la little idiot right there, already strong in the Manda, already rallying hope and purpose, already so invested in the nurturing and the future of Mandalore, how could the Ka'ra not choose him?

I posed the question previously whether or not Mando'ade can tell who has been chosen to be Mand'alor, and I think I've ironed out what that'll mean for this fic. non-Force sensitive Mando'ade will have this sense when near their Mand'alor, a subconscious and inherent trust in them, and indeed, some will be disturbed by this and fight it. that's alright, that's their right. Some never clock this extra sense, some are aware of it always, some just chalk it up to "gut feelings" and the like. The more spiritual or religious Mandos maybe put a little more stock in this feelings, I think especially goran'e and other spiritual leaders, but the fact that the Manda can technically pick more than one person at a time (like Tor and Jaster, and then Jango), this extra sense isn't a perfect indicator of a properly chosen Manda'lor.

now. what about Force sensitive Mando'ade? Well, the Manda is an aspect of the Force, and is in fact how said Force sensitive Mando'ade connect to the Force, by going through the Manda, first. their relationship with sensitivity is inherently different from others in the galaxy, at least those that connect to it directly. they are the ones that can sense or see if someone is chosen by the Ka'ra, depending on their sensitivity. Some see the ghostly line of previous Mand'alor'e stretched out behind them (like the Avatar cycle lmao), some see a wavering crown of stars around their head, some just sense there is a duplicity (/neutral) to their Force presence that doesn't exist in anyone else. how common is Force sensitivity in Mandalorian space? not fuckin very. Jaster had three in his entire faction of aprox. 2 million (fanon number), at least that were aware they were sensitive. Jango only had a few more, and only because he had gained a couple hundred thousand more followers before Galidraan. so i'll make the nearly-arbitrary number that Force sensitive Mandos are 1 in 1,000,000, across the entire sector. by some calculations, in the whole galaxy at around the time of the Clone Wars the number of Force sensitives is 1 in 5,000,000 but these calculations do not generally include societies and species with a near or 100% chance of Force sensitivity, because we simply don't have the data for it. does this all make Mandos slightly more likely to be Force sensitive than others, by my own numbers? sorta. which i'm making an issue of underreporting, based on Mandalore not being a part of the Republic, and also contention with the Jedi and Sith; they don't consider those Manda-touched to be Force sensitive, and with the way I've built this, they aren't exactly wrong.

for the purposes of this story, there are maybe eight Manda-touched Mando'ade in the Mandalore system at this time, and all but one are goran'e. that single non-armorer is part of the Old Guard. I have the roster for the Old Guard decided, so I'm debating whether the Manda-touched one is Cort Davin (a journeyman protector), or one of the women. Instinct wants Vhonte Tervho, but I have plans for her to be related to the goran Obi-Wan got his armour done by, who I wanted to be one of the seven Force sensitive armorers, soooo. lmao how fucked would it be if Isabet Reau is the Force sensitive one? I like the angst of that, since I definitely do not plan on redeeming her, but I kind of want the only Old Guard that can sense Obi-Wan is Chosen by the Ka'ra to be really quiet and accepting of it, while everyone else is arguing. hmmm I have an unnamed Wren as part of the Guard, that I haven't fleshed anything out for yet; perhaps them?

okay I think I've solidified what it makes a Mandalorian, at least for the function of this fic. it is tied to the Resol'nare, and following it, which does allow those who had Chosen Tor Vizsla as their Mand'alor to technically still be following the Resol'nare, and are therefore not dar'manda. at least not for that. but part of the reason the Resol'nare is even able to determine who has a Mandalorian soul, is because they believe it does. Those alive and those dead influence the functionality and reality of the Manda, which also allows for those pre-Resol'nare to still exist in the Manda. What causes someone to become dar'manda, if they are technically following the Resol'nare?

maybe it's reductive, or over-simplified, or maybe even too broad, but it makes sense to me and allows for many many different types of people to still fail, and this is obviously not the only way to become dar'manda, but one thing that will always strip someone of their Mando soul? treatment of children. caring for children. not harming children. this allows many of Death Watch to still maintain their Mando souls, but still be fucked up awful people in other ways. It allows even True Mandalorians to have lost their souls and not realised it because they otherwise adhered to the Resol'nare, because they'd chosen to interpret "defending oneself and family" and "raising your children as Mandalorians" to not include other peoeple's children. Or maybe they were abusive in the belief they were caring for their children. This would also make every single one of the Cuy'val Dar dar'manda, which I think is a fascinating concept.

to answer your question directly, no, one cannot look at someone and know they're dar'manda, even the Force/Manda sensitive ones. one will only know in death, whether or not they have a place in the Manda.

NOW what does this mean for New Mandalorians?? well, by technicality and the way I've set the Manda up, one can interpret the Resol'nare in ways that could align with New Mandos. Perhaps they interpret "armour" as more than specifically "beskar'gam", maybe they wear armourweave or other protective fabrics. Maybe they interpret "defending one's family" as putting down arms instead of raising them, in order to create a peaceful future for their children. I think there are plenty of New Mandos that technically tick off all the boxes, and believe in themselves and their fellows so much that the Manda is like "yeah sure why not, we'll make that count". I think some tenants are more easily... bent, like swearing to the duchy in place of the Mand'alor, but I think an easy one New Mandos miss, is "speak Mando'a." I think many New Mandos were all too quick to switch to Basic for everything except religious and spiritual ceremonies, and I think those already in the Manda would find that very hard to forgive. I actually get into this a little in Dha Kar'ta very soon, but for this fic, i'll have Satine not outright outlawing Mando'a, but it is socially heavily discouraged. you're not allowed to speak it in the palace unless in aforementioned ceremonies, you cannot fill out paperwork in anything but Basic, you're not allowed to use Mando'a titles (including Mand'alor), you're not allowed to teach it to your children. no outright like. punishments for speaking it in public, but if your kids are caught, there are repercussions, including investigation into how else you're raising your kids, and if you're found to be doing anything else, they can take your kids from you. not every New Mando agrees with this, of course, and go about adhering to the Resol'nare as best they can in secret, but so many do give up the language by convincing themselves it's not as important as the other tenants and, well, the duchy hasn't steered them all wrong yet, has it?

okay so on the subject of what the outside galaxy is seeing. I like the headcanon/trope/idea of like. the one thing all factions of Mandalorians agreeing on is fuck everyone else. oh, the New Mandos will emulate the Core and the Republic, but they aren't the Republic nor want to be, and this animosity extends to keeping as many internal Mandlorian issues just that: internal. no faction can keep news from leaving the system or the sector, obviously, but there also isn't a lot of interest in Mandalorian news? "oh look all the Mandos are fighting again", except that's been the standard for like. actual thousands of years. I like when fic have people outside the sector not evening knowing there are different factions, so I'll be doing that here, too, and I like the idea of non-Republic sectors having their own holonets, separate from the Republic one. so like, if Obi-Wan happens to go a little viral during his mad dash to Keldabe, that would be on the Mandalorian holonet, not the Republic one, so even if Obi-Wan was visibly still a Jedi (and he wasn't), actual news of him wouldn't reach the Mid and Inner Rims until like. possible years after it happens.

could this maybe be expedited by Sith machinations? absolutely, though I'm not sure I want to go that route, since I don't think the Sith are overmuch interested in Mandalore at this point, at least not in any hands-on capacity. I'm unclear on whether them funding Death Watch is fanon or not, but it is a headcanon I subscribe to, and I think they'd have stopped funding DW after Galidraan, to cause worse infighting and prevent DW from gaining enough power to actually restart their imperial conquering days. Palpatine has been senator for about ten years by this point, but has very little political power overall, and Demask would be looking basically anywhere but Mandalore at this point in time, both of them having written it off until they actively need something from the sector. if anyone had clocked Obi-Wan as a Jedi, this all would have gone very differently, news would have spread much further and quicker and I think undoubtedly would have reached Palpatine, but since I have Obi-Wan just... cutting ties to anything Jedi, news of him remains in-sector. is this perhaps unrealistic? maybe, but I kind of want to focus on Mandalore and not worry about galactic-wide politics for once, lmao, actually very much like Obi-Wan is doing. however, he will clock a lack of Sith interference and thinks That's Very Weird.

haven't decided how he finds Palpatine out yet, but I think it'll have to do with his Manda senses being different than his Force ones, maybe the Ka'ra even gives him a few tips or gifts to sense Sith since they've allied and fought with them so much in the past. regardless, that'll be after he's become Mand'alor and united the clans.

now to actual plot progression! Obi-Wan meets up with the Old Guard, they don't know what to make of him other than "he's kriffing weird. and young. and creepy. and probably Manda-touched." whatever other verd is Manda-touched will see him blessed by the Ka'ra, which causes them to look inwards more closely and realise they trust Obi-Wan inexplicably, which means they're blessed by the Manda and the Will of the People, too. they wonder if Obi-Wan has noticed, if any of the other Old Guard have noticed. they are one of a few that notice Obi-Wan sneaking back out while everyone is arguing.

Vhonte Tervho is another. She's at this lil summit to represent clan Tervho, tho isn't the clan head, because her ba'vodu, a Manda-touched goran, had sensed she needed to be at the summit. said ba'vodu is of course the armorer who reforged Obi-Wan's armour (need to find a name for them hmm), who had told their clan they were to cease fighting until their new Mand'alor called on them. Vhonte sees Obi-Wan, realises at the same time as everyone that he's the Kih'Manda, the Mand'ika that the entire system had been gossiping about for weeks, and she thinks of what her ba'vodu said. she looks inwards, like they had taught her to, and finds, yes, she trusts Obi-Wan, just like she used to trust Jango. And, well, her Mand'alor is obviously leaving to go do something, and she isn't going to let him go it alone.

the Manda-touched verd doesn't go with them, wanting to see what comes of this, but they already know Obi-wan is Ka'ra Chosen. they will come when he calls.

[wildgirllz]

sleepless nights

Adam Raki (Adam 2009) x Fem!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, pnv, or whatever, reader has boobies but dw there's no use of y/n

word count: around 1k

also, I wrote Adam how I saw him in the movie. I know he has autism and I did incorporate that in his speech patterns because it's a big part of how he acts. Just a disclaimer.

Adam was your neighbor. You too were very close, practically always near each other. It wasn’t uncommon for you to sleep at his house, nor him at yours. He would often come up to show you new photos of stars or satellite images because he knew when you were too restless to sleep. He lived below you and had incredibly sensitive hearing, but his ears pricked up whenever he heard the small pitter-patter of your feet on the floor late at night. Another excuse to take shelter in your home was that your window had a better view of the sky. 

This particular night, Adam groggily plopped into your bed, I guess his pillow got too flat again. You felt his plaid boxers against your things as he settled beneath the covers. 

“Adam?”

“Yes?” he spoke relatively clearly for his state of mind.

“Do you want to cuddle or not touch?”

“I’d like to lay on top of you.”

“Well come here then, my love.”

He smiled slightly, turning his body to face you. He wriggled his body on top of you, moving your legs around his hips and his head on your chest. He sighed contently as his head rose and fell with your breasts, breathing alongside you. 

You ran your fingers through his curls and watched his eyelids twitch, clearly relaxed.

“I love you, Adam.”

“I love you too.” he pauses,  “When you scratch my head like that it excites me.”

“How so?” you ask. 

“Sexually, I mean,” he states. 

“Okay, do you want me to do anything to help?”

“No, I don't need help. I was wondering If you felt excited as well.”

“Well now that you brought it up, yes.” You never needed to be shy with your words around Adam. It was best that you said what you meant clearly because he disliked how tricky all the innuendos around sex could be. 

He opens his eyes, looking up at you from where he was on your soft chest.

“Can I have my back to the bed please?” he asked.

“Of course, roll over then.”

He obliged and took ahold of your hips as you softly straddled his lap. You felt his stiff, warm erection against your barely clothed core. You rubbed your hands up and down his bare chest and watched his eyelashes flutter. 

“I like how that feels. It tickles, but only a bit,” he admits.

“I like it too, sometimes it gives me goosebumps.” you chuckle, but you never leave his statements hanging.

You start by rocking your hips gently across him, getting a sharp inhale and scrunch of the nose from Adam. He was incredibly reactive to your touch, you could always tell when It was too much. His thighs tensed for a moment, then he melted into your touch. Hips going lip, he kept his hands on your hips and watched you with loving eyes.

“Can I take off your shirt?” he quietly asked. 

“Yes.”

So he did, and you saw his mouth stay slightly agape as he felt the warmth of your breasts against his hand.

“Can we start please?” He whined out. He always liked a bit of stimulation before sex, but didn't understand the appeal of being teased. 

You smiled and nodded, sliding your underwear off of your legs as he did the same, then before you could even sit back down on his lap, he was already lining his leaking cock with your entrance. 

You adjusted your legs as you let him slide into your warmth.

His eyes clenched shut and his eyebrows furrowed, while your breaths became deeper. 

He slowly looked back up and when you met eyes, you saw his, pleading for your love. How could you say no to a boy that sweet?

You began to raise and drop your hips slowly against his, and a choked-out sob left his mouth.

“Is it good?” you asked.

“So good. It’s so good. You feel so warm.” he gasped out.

You slightly sped up your pace and moaned with every hit his tip had against your cervix. 

His belly clenched and your toes curled. You leaned forward to put your face in the crevice of his neck. You kissed up his jaw and sloppily made your way to his mouth. 

“I love you so much, Adam” 

He let out a sharp gasp as his grip against your hips tightened.

“I- I love you. I love y- you so much.” Each word separated by a groan.

Your whines did nothing to hide the sounds of you sloppily engulfing his cock with your warmth, the slaps and squelches driving you closer to your limit.

You continued to ride him until his hands started to shake and his eyes got teary. 

“Do you want to cum, sweet boy?”

“Yes, please,” he whispered.

“Go ahead.” you breathe responded. Licking the shell of his ear before kissing it. 

You moved your face to his and passionately pressed your lips to his.

Adam's arms quickly wrapped around your back as he held you snug to his chest and whimpered while quickly rutting into you, finally reaching his peak. His hips stuttered and he let out a cry before he filled you to the brim with his warm load. 

The sounds of his cries brought you to the edge as you held the sides of his face and kissed him, your body twitching as warm waves of pleasure consumed you. 

After you both calmed down and opened your eyes again, Adam smiled.

“Thank you,” you said.

“You’re welcome,” he responded.

You settled into his warm chest as you listened to his heartbeat. 

After a minute of relaxing, you slowly rolled off of him and held his hand in yours.

“Shower?”

Thank you! Please leave requests for Hugh's characters!! I love writing for him. I haven't written in a fat minute so this was a nice way to get back. Thank you for reading and leave a comment! <3

[wekiamo]

fell harder pt. 3

skeet ulrich x fem!reader

a/n: i js wanted to make a skeet gif but i ended up watching the full panel from fanx cause i love jamie and skeet sm. anyways have fun! 😁

warnings: swearing, fluff, not proofread.

it’s 6:20 pm, you’re in the living room waiting and dave’s still not here to pick you up for dinner. you’re starting to get anxious again, thinking about how would everyone there react if you showed up late. someone’s first impression really matters, you think.

you take your phone out of your purse to check possibly a dave’s new message, and there really is one

“I’m really sorry y/n, but I won’t be able to pick you up! I’ve got some familly stuff going on here and if I’m lucky, I’m going to be late for dinner. I may call you an uber, how about that?” 6:17 pm

“shit” you mumbled, and continued “i was really excited for the first meeting people inside a car idea”

you start typing.

“oh it’s alright dave dw about it! i hope you’re okay!” 6:20 pm

“poor dave” you say out loud, talking to yourself genuinely worried about the guy. you know damn well how it is when you have issues with your family, especially your dad. you were often arguing with him, because- whatever, you don’t even want to think about it.

you sit there for a minute or more thinking about what you’re going to do now. you’r really not in the mood for driving, and you have this paranoia that if you drive when you don’t want to you’ll get in a car accident.

“i guess imma go call an uber or something.”

“hell no, did i really uninstall uber? when did i do that?” you ask yourself, in a frustration tone. you open the app store quickly and when you’re about to look for the app you get a message.

“Howdy 👋” 6:22 pm

an unknown contact.

“howdy? who says that?” you think, giggling to yourself.

you start typing a response, once again

“hello, who is that?” 6:22 pm

“Tom Cruise, babe!!!” 6:23 pm

you think to yourself for a second. of course that’s not tom cruise, but you decide to joke along

“omg tom cruise i love you so much can you give me an autograph?” 6:23 pm

“No” 6:23 pm

“why? ☹️” 6:24 pm

“Because I’m not Tom cruise.” 6:24 pm

“i had no clue” 6:24 pm

“seriously now, who is it?” 6:24 pm

“It’s Skeet, y/n” 6:25 pm

oh.

that makes a LOT of sense - skeet would definitely say “howdy”

you scratch your throat before sending another message. you laugh at yourself, it’s not like you were going to talk with your voice.

“oh hi skeet! what’s up?” 6:25 pm

“Just checking up on you. Dave told me you need a car ride, is that so? 🤨” 6:26 pm

oh if you didn’t like dave before, you definitely do now.

“yeah, actually i do need one!” 6:27 pm

“I don’t care 😂” 6:27 pm

“sir, you’re 53, stop acting sassy” 6:27 pm

“Haha, funny! I can pick you up, just send me the address.” 6:28 pm

“what if you’re going to kidnap me?” 6:28 pm

“You’re annoying. I wouldn’t kidnap you.” 6:28 pm

“ok mr. cool” 6:29 pm

you send him your address, exchange a few more messages and then wait for him.

you make your way to your room again. you’re bored and he’s probably going to take a while, so you decide to open youtube and watch any video you find.

“is youtube watching me?” you say, realizing that the first video that shows when you open the youtube app is called “Skeet Ulrich ‘Scream’ 12/6/98 - Bobbie Wygant Archive”.

you click on it, out of pure curiosity about the content. skeet ulrich’s new name is content.

“this man was always fine, it’s so unfair for the other guys” you say out loud as you watch the video.

when he laughs with his beautiful smile, you fold.

you stop your movements quickly, telling yourself “no. he’s 53, y/n, stop. that’s embarrassing”

you keep watching the video for a few more minutes, until you hear car noises.

you hear a honk sound followed by a “y/n, i’m here!”

you turn off your cellphone and check yourself in the mirror for a few moments one last time. you’re wearing a basic agua green tube dress. it was not short, but not too long too. it was right in point.

you grab your purse, getting out of your house to see skeet leaning on his car, waiting for you with a smile on his face.

“hey tom cruise” you greet him jokingly, walking to the car

“hello, fan! i can give you an autograph now”

“maybe later” you say as you stop to stand in front of his car and he opens the door for you. “such a gentleman” you say sarcastically as he closes and walks to get in the driver seat.

“you look amazing, y/n” skeet says, putting on his seat belt, with his eyes not leaving off of you.

“thanks tom. you look really good too” you say, putting on your seat belt too. “nice car”

“you like it, kid?” this nickname.

“yeah. it’s minimalistic, i like it”

“i can let you drive it some day.”

“really?”

“no” he says, laughing at his own response.

but you roll your eyes at his response.

you and skeet keep talking and singing to music until you get to the restaurant. it’s not a cheap place, but not expensive too - it’s perfect for hanging out

skeet waits for you get out of the car then he does too. he walks up to you and intertwines his arms with yours. you step in the place and you’re already listen to some pop music. you love food places with music going on, it’s so much more fun.

“have you met them before?” you ask skeet

“yes. they’re right there” he points to a table with 6 people, laughing between them.

you both walk up to the table, arms still intertwined. you let go and greet them

“hi, i’m y/n” you say, as you greet all of them individually with a handshake.

“hey how you doing man?” you hear skeet greeting one of them, just after you do too.

when you greet melissa, she starts

“i’m melissa!” she tells you, as if you’re not a big fan of hers already. “this is mason, this is jenna, this is jasmin, this is steve, this is james, this is caroline, this is madison, and this is michael.” she says, pointing to everyone as she speaks.

“sorry, can you say that again?” skeet asks melissa ironically, tilting his head.

everyone laughs.

“so… are you guys a couple?” jasmin asks you and skeet out of nowhere

“actually, we met yesterday” you answer her

“and you already giving her rides?” jasmin asks skeet, eyeing him now

jenna slaps the girl’s arm not too hard and you can hear a little “ow” leave her mouth.

“dave!” steve shouts when

“hey guys, i’m sorry i’m late” he says, walking up to the table’s direction.

he gives you a handshake “y/n, right?” he asks “mhm! and you’re dave”

“that’s right. and skeet!” he greets him with a handshake aswell. “it’s nice to see you both in person for the first time”

“is it better at home now?” you ask him, quietly

“it is. let me tell you what happened”

the night goes on.

—

everything about this night was amazing: the food, the topics and how you guys literally talked about everything, the laughters, the music, and how everyone was so energetic and excited.

you’d love to hang out with them more often. but it’s past 10:30 pm and you’re a little… drunk. and when you drunk, the effects on you are different and you have no idea why.

first you get really sleepy and wants to sleep everywhere. and then, the alcohol actually hits you. you start saying what you shouldn’t say, confessing what you don’t wanna confess and it goes on.

“hey, y/n. let’s go home. wake up!”

“oo someone’s worried with their girl here” jasmin teases and everyone looks.

“c’mon, y/n.”

“that’s not going to work, mate. you gotta carry her” madison stated.

“hmm look who’s going to-”

“don’t even.” skeet cuts jasmin off before she teases him again, making everyone laugh, in a drunk way. he feels guilty of people thinking you’re with him because he’s so much older, but that doesn’t stop him from taking care of you right now.

[lemmmmmmmmmmonade]

tell me about your current Favourite Guy. Tell me anything you want about them you have full permission to Go Nuts. also whats your credit card information

Shout out to Ronald Roy Raymond Rockwell, gotta be one of the characters ever

So, a while back, I decided to watch through various DC animated shows, and really thought that Firestorm was neat, so I decided to delve into his comics (this was also around the start of me finally getting into actually reading comics and not just reading the lore of them because I was so intimidated to jump in and not understand what was going on)

Cut to now where he's my profile picture on every site I can plaster a pic of him onto. He's endearing, what can I say? He has a bit of that Spider-Man charm to him (makes sense I guess, he was co-created by two men who worked on it for a while, particularly Gerry Conway, who wrote for Amazing Spider-Man during the 70's, including the death of Gwen Stacey. Idk I just thought that was interesting) But,

Who the hell is this guy

Ronnie is one half of the hero Firestorm. Then he's the whole shebang. Then he's one half again. Comics are weird man. But the basic deal is that he was caught in a giant nuclear explosion alongside nuclear physicist Martin Stein, and they fuse together into Firestorm, The Nuclear Man. That accident also rendered them the ability to transmute any elements into any other elements. I am fully serious when I say if Firestorm weren't so commited to the bit, he'd be one of the most powerful characters in all of DC. But then a lot of stuff happens, he joins the JLA, he gets caught up in that crisis on those infinite earths, he gets sued, he dies (he got better dw), but I'll just finish off with a few cliff notes

He got essentially drunk off of atomic radiation he absorbed once

He made that goofy ass outfit himself as soon as he figured out his powers

He got sued, yeah. For accidentally destroying property while stopping a villain, but honestly he probably should have gotten sued for a lot of other stuff way before that

Like that fact he turns so much stuff into asbestos to stop fire

Ronnie it's the 1980's people know that's a carcinogen at that point

Stop making things into asbestos

Shit got weird for a bit after he got a nuke dropped on him

Like how the story transitioned from weird science stuff as a base to pure fantasy and Firestorm became a fire elemental which completely nixed the whole nuclear part of the character

Literally two of his villains are more popular than him right now (Killer Frost and the Weasel)

He's got ･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: DADDY ISSUES :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

He died so bad he came back as a black lantern when that event happened, and when he was fully revived he immediately went back to college and partied it up

But despite all of that, the reason I find myself liking Ronnie is that it's his immediate gut instinct after he gets powers to help people. Even when he's sulking and being angsty, he gets over it as soon as someone needs his help

also i dont have a credit card, would debit work

[sleepythemvp]

<Hellaur people:D guess who back again, a lot of stuff is going on in my freaking life lol, but dw, CONGRATULATIONS TO ERROR143 THAT HAS BEEN RELEASED ON APP STORE AND GOOGLE PLAY! So here’s a fic about our favorite cahcah boi

On a plane <3

Warning: swearing, flirting, chaos, OOC (?), kissing, hugging, teasing.

“Micah, you seriously just spend more than 1000 bucks on this trip…”

You said, sitting in the airport waiting room with him to wait for the plane, on a chair with Skrunkly on your lap.

“Yes angel, because why nottt? It’s OUR holiday yea? We should spend time together while we can!”

Said himself, sitting on the package, use his legs to make the package moving while let out the WEEEEEEEEEEEE noise when the package start to move faster.

This mf actually buy for you and him a own plane so that he don’t need to watch people destroy your and his moments.

Clingy cahcah boi

“Come on…GET BACK ON YOUR SIT MICAH”

“BUT ANGEL *SNIFF* I WANNA SIT ON YOU!! UEEEEEE-“

“Goddamnit-“

It’s a 5 hours flight, and when the plane get back on it balance in the sky…he start to get near to you and start to being a goofy ahhh-

You guys decided to watch a horror movie since you guys were bored

“Yo dude- what the heck is going on back there-“

“No idea- are they okay??”

Meanwhile the plane cabin:

“HOLY SHIT DON’T GO THERE-“

“NUH-UH IF THE GHOST GONNA JUMPS-CARE HER, I WILL JUMP OFF THIS PLANE-“

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH- ANGEL PLEASE HOLD ME- WHY DID THEY AVOID THE WARNING”

You guys scream so loud that the pilot just laughed their ass out

Alright…next is Uno…hm…OH SHI-

“UNO AHHAHAHAHA”

“Take that back Micah.”

“And whyy??”

You place a +4 card on the floor full of other random uno card that have been place there before, with a smirk on your face.

“heh. Uno bitch”

“How could you do this to me angel-“

Nap time.

You place your head on his shoulders and sleep while he place your head on your head and Skrunkly on your lap

You wake up first, try to stand up without wake Micah and Skrunkly awake

But then he pulled you back and hugged you, and you guys fell into a coma again!

<Thats all from me today- I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT SINCE I THINK I HAVE BEEN SKIPPING WAY TOO MANY REQUESTS- I’m so sorry-. But stay hydrated, go eat something. Buh-bye :D

Slee is going to take a nap, brb.

[evangelinesecondacc]

hi!!!

so I saw you asking for requests???

um, maybe you could do like a Blaise Zabini head canon of plz dont judge i'm mentally ill, i know you don't have to say it spending the summer at like his manor, I guess???

you don't have to do it if you don't want to tho.

❤️

Spending the summer with Blaise at the Manor, Headconons

Ofc imma do it dw love, I don’t judge, I’m ill too😭

I hope u like ittt🎀

A/N: contains fluff, female reader, if there’s anything else lmk

-spending the summer with you at his manor has been on his bullet journal for a long time now

-so you can imagine the excitement in his eyes when you said yes to spending it together

-the drive there was long, but worth it

-you were playing monopoly (bro is a capitalist, and you were broke), listening to your shared Playlist, gossiping (you could consider him as gossip girl at this point), laying on his lap, and him telling you all the fun stuff you guys were going to do

(He has a private driver, he rich rich)

-the moment you entered, your jaw, dislocated, gone, non existent

-when I tell you, that Mrs. Zabini got taste, I mean it

-it’s this old but renovated beautiful mansion

-it’s like straight out of a fairy tale

-it’s so warm and bright, the cozy feeling just comes with it

-it smells like old wood (the good kind) and a hint of lavender

-but spending the summer at the manor also means, spending the summer with MAMA ZABINII😫

-AHHHHHH, I’m a fan girl ngl

-you guys instantly clicked and went on shopping sprees or baked together muffins while she was telling you embarrassing stories about Blaise’s childhood, which he did in fact not appreciate but she did it anyway

-of course Blaise and you had much needed alone time

-nightly walks by the beach, where the sand was cold under your feet, and the salty breezes cleaned your lungs, were a MUST.

-you’d often go watch the sun, while eating those homemade muffins

-on very hot days, you’d go to the beach and spend the day there

-Blaise didn’t mind, rather he liked seeing you in that new small bikini, that you bought with his mom, thanks for that moma

-one time, Mrs. Zabini and you were getting ready for a family dinner, and Blaise walked in on his mom doing your hair, you didn’t even notice him at first, until you saw him leaning on the doorframe and adoring you, from the reflection of the mirror in front of you

-he would also always buy you your favorite fruits and ice cream

-my man was head over heels, when he saw you in that sun dress and those hot sunglasses when you went for a dinner date

-I also see him braiding your hair, because you asked him to do it, since he is very good at it because he learned it from his mom

-and don’t get me started at the homemade lemonade he makes daily

-unfortunately the summer went by wayyy, way to quick and you guys had to leave again

-Moma Zabini hugged you two tightly and said goodbye

-and with that, another summer just passed by.

[professorhayforbreath]

so episode 5. all my thoughts

we picked up where the last one left off, good start

annabeth saying she knows percy isn't dead... how. to annabeth and grover there should have been no way percy was alive and finding out he was should've been so emotional but instead she was like dw i know he's not dead lol. it's kind of... lazy writing? like how are you gonna write a scene as gut wrenching as percy trapping himself with a monster and telling his friends to complete the quest without him because he's actively dying and has no reason to believe he'll survive, and then make the fallout of that so... nonchalant? idk if it's a time limit thing but that was so underwhelming to me

annabeth being the one to see the fates... no

fugitive percy enjoyers at least we won!!!!

the trio peeking over the road barrier at ares was cute goofy silly i liked that :)

gabe on the news shit talking percy i'm hooting and hollering!! "i really-- WE really loved that car" and "i'm gonna kill him". excellent. now put percy on the news fake crying about his "loving" stepfather i believe in you

i did want them to acknowledge annabeth's lack of experience with the world outside camp but having her say "i've never seen any kind of movie" has gotta be one of the weirdest ways they could've done that

the turnstile scene was cool i guess but as we go on i'm more and more conscious of how many episodes are left and how much plot there is to get through and idk i feel like this scene could've hit the cutting room floor and we wouldn't have lost anything

i do love the ambience of the park though. maybe i'm easy to impress because the aesthetic of an abandoned amusement park is just fantastic on its own but the set was very cool. wish it wasn't so dark so i could've actually seen it ❤️

percy and annabeth having a serious conversation with 'what is love' blaring in the background is sending me

first ever seaweed brain dropped! i liked the way they did it, it felt natural

actually back to the "i've never seen a movie" thing. you're telling me that in this version of the story, in which frederick chase was apparently a great dad who treated annabeth like a gift, he never took her to the movies? or she never watched one on tv? she had a whole seven years of life in the real world before going to camp and she's never seen a movie

annabeth isn't allowed to have fears she's too smart for that apparently

i think the scene with the chair was overall well executed with some great lines and fantastic acting but... idk. they really scrapped the original scene just to do what they already did last episode. i miss the spiders i miss hephaestus tv. it felt redundant to have percy sacrifice himself again. percy this is the second time today you've been like "no dw i'll just die" do you need to talk to someone

annabeth disillusionment arc complete already? calm down guys this is season one

ZOO TRUCK ZOO TRUCK ZOO TR

so it's confirmed the reason they go into the lotus casino is BECAUSE hermes is there :/ they said these literal children cannot fall for tricks and traps it's too unrealistic

not much to say about the grover and ares scenes bc i don't know what to make of them. i didn't mind them. ares had some funny lines. i guess my only complaint is that the grover i know would not have been so calm talking to the god of war. i'm curious to see where that cliffhanger leads

is it just me or did the pacing improve a little bit this episode?

despite how negative i sound i enjoyed episode 5 a lot more than episode 4. there are still so many weird changes, additions, and omissions though. honestly i think a big part of the reason i enjoyed this one is because i'm not expecting anything anymore. i'm not getting my hopes up about them adapting the book normally i'm just intrigued by this thing like a scientist observing an experiment. like hmm what are they doing now? fascinating *takes notes*

[basmathgirl]

Hi!

Due to personal reasons I wasn’t able to watch the 60th DW anniversary episodes when they aired. But now I’m caught up on everything and I have some thoughts and questions(?) about the Doctor and Donna’s famous platonic relationship.

And I think I need a bit of clarification first. Everyone likes to talk about their friendship, their platonic relationship, about them being platonic soulmates… And yes that is true, especially after the 60th anniversary. However I always assumed, when they met the second time (s4e1), Donna tried to find the Doctor, not just because she wanted to go on an adventure, but also because she was somewhat attracted to him as well.???

But I guess I read her character and the situation in e1 of s4 completely wrong, because I used to think her saying that he is an alien streak of nothing and she would never consider him in a romantic manner, especially in the moment immediately after him stating he just wants a friend, was more a way to protect herself and her feelings than anything else.

Don’t get me wrong I love their friendship and I’m glad she didn’t pine for him like some other companions did. But saying it was platonic from the very start for both of them always seemed wrong to me.?🤔

As I mentioned I just finished watching the anniversary episodes and although I loooved them, a part of me is a tiny bit annoyed that the fandom (not the DW fandom overall, but the Donna x Doctor fans) readily embraced the “they are just friends” scenario. I mean in truth there is nothing to complain about really, we got a happy ending and I never expected them to become canon in the first place. (The Doctor rarely has real romantic relationships in canon anyway, except when he does...🙄) But even people who shipped them before, are now just basking in this platonic setting they presented us, and push the Donna x Doctor idea away. At least it seems like this to me.

And I know their relationship is super special nonetheless. They are soulmates! But I guess I wanted more for Donna... She always seemed like a very passionate person. Someone who deserved something special in every area of her life. Someone who would have or would want to have passion, something special and meaningful when it comes to their love life as well. And her relationship with Shaun just doesn’t look like it is something like this. But of course we only witnessed a small part of their life and they are already married for 15 years. Plus relationships don’t have to be loud, dramatic and flashy to be happy and fulfilled. But the words Donna used to talk about Shaun and their marriage are somewhat telling in my opinion. Moreover I would dare to argue that it is very obvious that he loves her a lot more than she loves him…

I just know if they had set up the relationship between the Doctor and Donna differently from the very beginning, gave it more room for interpretation, this whole arc, where they are separated for over a decade and then found each other again could have been a great love story. I mean it is, a great love story, but you know what I’m getting at.

In the end it is probably the best to remind myself that DW isn’t about sappy love stories anyway...🤷‍♀️

Sorry you didn’t get to watch the 60th specials until recently, as there’s always a buzz to watching stuff sort of along with other people.

Ah, the ‘platonic relationship’ that many non-shippers refer to; which is their right to do so, but you won’t find me thinking that way. Donna was not immune to the Doctor’s looks, she just chose to ignore the issue. After all, why did she react with a knee-jerk panic when he mentioned wanting a mate? It certainly hit a nerve, caused by past experience, or secretly liking the look of him. “They fell for each other” David Tennant said about the Doctor and Donna at the end of The Runaway Bride so it is perfectly valid to assume she wasn’t just seeking a quick trip in the TARDIS when she sought him out. I mean, a whole year? For someone you aren’t attracted to? That’s a long time to look for someone you’re just after a job/experience from.

She called him a long streak of nothing to stop him thinking she fancied him, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself by being rejected. She wanted a meaningful relationship, not a quick bunk up.

During the 50th anniversary celebrations, they interviewed some of the past Doctors about how they felt about the romantic angle that occurs in nu!Who. Apart from the general disgust romance was included, Peter Davison said an interesting thing. He felt certain that, if Donna had been given another series with the Doctor, they’d have ended up in a physical non-platonic relationship (shall we say). But DT did state once that the Doctor is asexual, so take from that what you will.

The biggest obstacle for TenxDonna shippers where the Fourteenth Doctor is concerned is Shaun Temple. Do you condone  adultery and ship them, kick Shaun out of the way somehow, or leave them as platonic best friends? It’s a conundrum, but most of the shippers I know have decided the marriage between Donna and Shaun had ended long ago and they are hanging on to their tepid relationship by the skin of their teeth, just because of Rose Temple. In RL this would be true; so I’m perfectly happy to go along with it.

I completely agree with you: Shaun loves Donna a lot more than she loves him. You don’t describe your husband as merely ‘nice’; and she only said “I love you” to his face to get him to take Rose to safety. As Wilf said in the café, she was making do, and her chat with Sylvia about missing someone underlines that fact.

RTD wrote The Runaway Bride as a romcom gone wrong. There are even aspects of that in Partners In Crime. The companion in S4 was supposed to be the love of the Doctor’s lives; and when CT was cast that plan was ditched and Rose Tyler was promoted into that spot, for a while. Hmm. Makes you think, eh? Because all that has been sort of reversed thanks to the 60th anniversary specials. Their reunion could have been a great love story, but under the supervision of RTD it was never going to be that, let’s be honest here. He has always had an ulterior agenda to shoehorn Rose into everything, and he managed it through the metacrisis resolution.

Just remind yourself, love, that although Doctor Who has never been about sappy love stories (can’t upset the watching sexist dads, can we), the fanfiction has ALWAYS been dominated by sappy love stories; and long may it continue to do so! 😉☺️

[elly99]

us without me IV: new jeans

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 4 of 7. Check here for more details. Reading previous parts for context is encouraged. CW for language.

“Mia-ya,” she calls from behind her locker door.

“Mmm?”

“You wanna do something this weekend?”

“I dunno. Just relax, I guess.”

“You don’t wanna do something together?” She closes her locker, revealing her face pouting at you.

There were so many things you wanted to do together. But you bury those ideas under the books you stuff into your own locker.

“Did you have something in mind?”

“Nothing in particular. Just something with you.”

Fucking hell.

“Well, I think I need new jeans. Help me pick out some?”

You catch her smiling to herself.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She giggles. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“I’ll tell you later!”

“김민지 이상하다.”

Before closing your locker you notice a tiny bear sticker on the door.

“How did this get here? We’re only a month in and you’ve already started vandalizing my locker?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, bro.”

“Is this why you were laughing at me?”

“No, no! But I will admit it’s funny how you only noticed it now. And also how easy it was to guess your code.”

“Wait, yeah! How the fuck did you know?”

“Mia! No need to be so angry that your best friend knows you so well.”

It slowly dawns on you. “You remembered the date?”

“Of course! The day we got these,” she says, lifting her ring finger up to your face. “It was my idea after all.”

You look down at your own fingers. And you start to feel your sanity slowly slipping through them.

“To be fair, it did take me a couple of tries before I got it. But still… I know you’re sentimental like that, so it wasn’t hard.”

As she proudly struts away to the cafeteria you spot her applying lip balm - the same one you used.

You thought you’d buried it in your locker along with everything else but you find yourself powerless to stop the idea of kissing her making its way back into your mind as the lip balm touches her lips.

-

The smell of spring wafted in through the open bedroom window. You had your phone to text her in one hand and the chocolate bar she got you on the walk home in the other.

so we’re just going shopping tomorrow?

yeah unless u had something else u wanted to do

wanna watch a movie?

huh? i thought u didnt like movies

yeah but i just want to spend time with you and i know you like going to the cinema so

You admire the blue ring on your finger and laugh.

My girlfriend really likes me, doesn’t she?

As long as you had it on you could pretend. So you never took it off.

i just checked and there arent any movies showing rn that im interested in

wanna come sleep over at my place then? we can watch the movies we want

wow u really wanna spend time with me huh

you got a problem with that bro?

no its just ur being sweeter than usual idk

well i do have something really important to tell you and i just wanna spend the day together so we can talk about it

No, Mia. It can’t be what you think it is.

is this what u were being so secretive about earlier?

yeah

why so serious bro is everything ok?

yeah everything’s perfect! i just want to tell you in person

No. Fucking. Way.

why not now?

i’ll tell you tomorrow dw

you promise?

of course! i’ll pick you up at 10? or is that too early?

no im fine with it but i doubt youll wake up that early

you’re right 😖 i’ll just text you tomorrow

sure

okie good night mimi ily 💗

good night <3

Mia, there’s just no way. Calm down. You’re being silly. You’re being delusional. Stop it.

You start laughing again at the absurdity of the situation. At the fact you were even entertaining the thought. You laugh until tears start pooling in your eyes. Until you forget why you were laughing in the first place. Until the tears fall and you find yourself crying into the night.

-

i’m up

congrats on waking up before noon ig

hey i set an alarm just for you so you better be grateful

woah im so touched

we have a date today so i better be on time right? 😊

Damn it, Minji.

does that mean youll be here soon?

yeah in 30

cool

It was 11:10. You’d gotten ready to go two hours ago. But she didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need to know that you were dying to know what it was she wanted to tell you.

hey i miss you

What the fuck?

bro whats up ur never this clingy

sorry i’m just really happy

about what?

you’ll see

It was 11:11. You wish for what you’d always wished for. You knew there was no point but with her being like this and your ring still on your finger, the line between fantasy and reality had never been more blurred.

-

Waiting outside your front door, you see her approaching from down the street. Even at that distance you could see the radiant smile she was giving you.

Often you wondered what life would have been like had you not moved in just down the street from her. Had you not gone to the same school. What if the universe didn’t give you so many opportunities to get close to each other? Why did it have to give you so many reasons to fall for her? But you had no choice. This was your life now. The girl you called your best friend, the one standing in front of you, was the person you so desperately loved.

“굿모닝.”

“It’s not morning anymore. You’re late.”

“미안!” You’re reminded that every apology would sound like your name. “But I’m here now. Let’s go.”

“Don’t you have something to tell me first?”

“Later. Over dinner.” Her smile was cheeky. Teasing.

“We have dinner plans?”

“Yup. My treat.”

Your heart trips over its own beats.

“Bro, it should be my turn.”

“Mia, no. This one’s important to me.”

Then it starts to scream as it hits the ground.

“My god, Min, what’s this about?”

“Don’t worry about it! Let’s just go get your new jeans first.”

She starts laughing again and you still don’t know why.

-

“Minji! No way!” you exclaim, shopping bags filled with clothes in one hand, her hand in the other as she tugs you along to a familiar part of the mall.

She just smiles and sticks her tongue out.

“This place is expensive!”

“But it’s your favorite. So it’s where we’re going.”

“Minjiii,” you whine.

“Hey, if you really cared about me spending too much you wouldn’t have such expensive taste. You left me no choice, to be honest.”

“Bro!”

For the first time in a while you’re laughing together. For a reason you both knew.

“For real, though, Mia. It’s fine! It’s my treat, so don’t worry about it.”

“You’re so sweet, Min.”

As if that needed further confirmation, she pulls out a chair for you.

“Mia! Are you blushing?”

“What? No!” You quickly cover your face with your hands. Your ring smiles a devilish smile as you bring it close.

“Don’t fall in love, bro,” she says teasingly. But it was way too late for that.

“What do you mean? I’m just excited for the food.”

“Sure.”

With that one word her expression changes. You couldn’t quite parse it. But you convinced yourself that there was something about her face that told you that she knew. And there was nothing more terrifying.

-

As your meal comes to a close and the night slows down she finally says it.

“Mia.”

“Minji.”

“I have something to tell you.”

“I know.” Your voice falters as your heartbeats quicken. You clear your throat to hide it. “Just tell me already.”

She leans over the table, looking straight into your eyes with something like anxiousness in hers.

“I’m… I’m debuting in July.”

In that moment, as your pounding chest comes to a crashing halt, there was no greater dissonance than wanting to be happy for your best friend but being disappointed that she didn’t want to be more than that. Being excited for her future but being bitter that her future wasn’t you.

Then came rage. Fury. The dissonance between expecting, wanting, praying for her to confess and knowing that that was just a puerile, selfish fantasy you conjured for yourself. “You’re being silly again,” is what she would have said. You were so angry and there was no one else to blame but you.

“Bro, I’m so happy for you!” you strain. “All that hard work’s finally paying off!”

“Thanks, Mia,” she says softly.

“I don’t even know why you were worried you wouldn’t debut! You’re so talented. It was always gonna happen. I’m so proud of you, Min!”

“Thank you,” she repeats with her eyes.

“So, what’s the name of your group?”

She laughs once more and you finally understand why.

“NewJeans.”

“Oh my god, no wonder.”

“But don’t tell anyone, ok?”

“Of course, bro. Why would you even think I’d tell anyone?” you ask a little more aggressively than you’d like, still barely controlling your anger. Thankfully, she doesn’t notice.

“Just making sure.”

“How many songs do you have?”

“Four. And, yeah, we’ll be filming our music videos in Spain.”

“Oh, wow!” You wonder how much longer you could hide it. How much longer until she realizes you were faking it. “When are you leaving?”

“Next week. Which is why I wanted to spend time with you this weekend.”

“Wait, will you be gone for your birthday, then?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh.” You struggle to find words to say as your anger is replaced by sadness. “I’ll miss you…”

“I’m sorry! I’ll miss you, too! I promise we’ll spend lots of time together when I get back.”

“But I’m sure you’ll be really busy even then. Even more when you debut…”

“Let’s not worry about it yet, Mia! I’m still here. And I’m just happy to be with you now.”

“Me, too.” You smile weakly.

“I’ll just go pay, ok? I’ll be right back, then we can talk more about it at home. We have all night anyway!”

“Thanks, Min. For the food. For today. For everything.”

“Aww, bro, you sound so sad!” she says as she stands up. You look up at her from your chair. Seeing your hand on the table, she gently wraps hers around it and you hear the subtle clink of your rings as they touch. “I’m still here, ok? I always will be.”

You don’t take your eyes off her as she walks away. And they remain glued to her in forbidden admiration as she returns. Every time you looked at her there was always a part of you that wanted to just rush over to her and tell her everything. That she was your everything. Your first love. Now, knowing the world would soon fall in love with her, too - because you knew everyone would - that part of you wanted to keep her all to yourself.

Then there was the part of you just happy to see her. To have her in your life. Because she did make you happy. She always tried her best to put a smile on your face. She was an angel like that and today was further proof of it. And her smile - the same one you could see on her face now as she approached you - it made you feel safe. Like things were going to be alright. There was a strange, counterintuitive comfort you found in it, knowing that, even if she didn’t know your pain, she’d be there for you. She thought the world of you. She loved you like no one else could. Just not in that way. And you were happy with that. You’d have to be.

“가자.”

At the sound of her soft voice your sadness gives way to resignation. You remind yourself that it wasn’t her fault she couldn’t give you what your heart yearned for. And in doing so, you could finally, truly be happy for her.

With your hand hidden from her in your pocket, you slip your ring off with your thumb as she takes you home.

[averagetmntfan]

it’s crazy that 2023 is almost to an end! Another year that just flew by!

I’ll be honest, I was desperate to post my art somewhere. It’s been kinda a rough couple of years for me. And recently.

I was extremely sad last year. Around this time, actually. Let me paint a picture.

Last year, I switched schools. Which I guess doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it was to me. My whole life was at my other school. My friends. They were the best. As u can probably imagine, I starting at a brand new school is hard. Especially when everyone already knows eachother. This might come as a shocker, but I’m kinda Anti-social when it comes to ppl around my age. (Especially cuz ppl my age are such bitches Lmao) for the longest time, I coped using discord And tik tok. I Even made my own little group. But ofc, that had to come to an end too. after that, I was sad again. For the longest time I had all these ideas, but no one to really share them with.

(cuz none of my irl friends like nor watched tmnt) and recently I ended a friendship w/ someone. We were both in the wrong, I’ll admit. I did say somethings behind her back. Nothing too bad. But it did call her a hypocrite. Because she would always complain about our other friends leaving to hang out w/ other ppl. When she does the exact same thing. And I was alone. Alone at lunch. Just sitting there. She would treat me so..rudely. Just plain rude. I asked her a question (Idk what is was exactly) and she responded with such a rude response. And that was on fucking Halloween. (Which I was sick on) so that’s when the entire friendship fell to shit.

Since then I’ve been hanging out by myself in the library (well, the times it’s open anyway) so u can probably imagine how I feel. Then one day, it all changed. I discover this wonder escape. Tumblr. I signed up and made this acc. And I met such amazing ppl on it.

@allyheart707: has given me good advice on my little comic series, genially super nice, fun to chat w/. I think I’ve been mutuals w/ her for the longest.

@ghosty-0w0: very silly, I have so much fun doing art collabs w/ you!! Again, very nice and thoughtful. Mutuals for a bit but it feels longer!!

@mikey-rottmnt: the ultimate silly, whiteboard was to much fun (I’m gonna try and make another board for us lol), I have no idea how we became mutuals lmao. Very fun to chat w, always open to listen, caring and sweet. I enjoy having conversations w/ u!

@c00kietin: I had a lot of fun drawing u!!!, Irish gang 🍀☘️, that one time I didn’t get sleep was chaotic, very chill, a local amphibia fan!! I wanna talk more w/ u, cuz ur js so cool!!

I Hope y’all have an amazing new year! May the year bring u luck, kindness, adventures (hopefully) not artblock, and alot of ideas!! (Not that anyone of u need them, cuz ur so creative!!)

and dw..Hehe..I will make u all suffer w/ ANGST ANGST AND…fluff. JK MORE ANGST >:))

(no but real talk I will not js do all Angst I swear—)

I APOLOGIZE FOR THE OTHER MUTUALS THAT IK AND ARENT ON HERE, ITS CUX I FORGOT UR TAGS!!!

[veraynes-blog]

Fave Shows tag game

Rules: List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly.

Doctor Who

Good Omens

Life on Mars

Blackpool

The Thick of It

@johnsimms thank you for tagging me, this one was super fun to think about!

(Nobody look at me about the fact there are maybe 3 individual actors stretched across those 5 shows, I am. Aware. 😶)

~

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

I feel slightly like I’ll get lynched for picking a favourite, but - Crowley. Hands down. Not just for the DT factor, although I’m sure it contributes. I just really love everything about how his character is presented in the TV show, from all his performative showing off to the very obvious insecurities and nerves he’s trying to cover up at any given moment, I think he’s lovely. I want to wrap him in a blanket and give him tea. Which is very Aziraphale-coded of me.

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

Uhh… that’s a vast sea of characters you’re asking me to pick from. I can’t pick villains, cuz let’s face it my very favourite is the most villain. If I restrict myself to main companions, I guess… Yaz? I know that will be an unpopular opinion, I just don’t think she was super compelling as a character, and her relationship with the Doctor felt very anticlimactic to me, so as a companion she just fell flat for me.

3. What’s your favourite episode of 4?

I’m trying to pick… Either episode 2, because of the scene where Carlisle and Natalie go on the date in the drag club (because, unironically, I remember getting actual butterflies at how romantic I thought it was), or the final episode 6,  watching Carlisle throw caution to the wind and fully come into his own as utter manipulative bastard to get what he wants. Actually, yeah, that one.

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

Because I tend to watch them all in one big chunk, I’m struggling to remember what even happens in separate seasons. I really liked Hugh in it, so either Season 1 or 2.

5. What’s your favourite relationship in 3?

Sam and Gene. Easy one! 😄 I don’t even care if it’s platonic or romantic, I think they had amazing chemistry that clashed against each other constantly and made it so compelling to watch. I love that they very genuinely irritate the life out of each other and just as reluctantly like each other.

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

Think I’m going to have to steal an answer here, but Newt and Anathema because I also don’t like the ‘prophesy said so I guess’ foundation of it. It didn’t bother me massively as a pairing, I just wasn’t very interested in it.

7. How long have you watched 1?

Casually since I was 15 and it started coming out again in 2005. I’ve watched every new series with my mum, but only joined the fandom (got obsessive) around 2019.

8. How did you become interested in 3?

John Simm. That’s the whole answer. My joining the Doctor Who fandom led to TenSimm shipping, and from there stalking the filmography of both David Tennant and John Simm as truly excellent actors. I watched a lot of shows I’d missed out on previously from them both during the downtime of the pandemic, Life on Mars was an enduring favourite.

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

I mean… does it even need stating since DT is a lead in 3 of my 5 picks? Definitely David Tennant (although Blackpool sold me on David Morrissey as a great actor as well, he’d be a close second).

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?

Difficult. In terms of raw numbers, I’ve rewatched TTOI more than any of them, I used to play the four seasons on literal repeat for days. Good Omens makes me giddier than anything I’ve ever watched. But in terms of longevity of interest, I’d have to say DW.

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

That feels a very unfair comparison given Doctor Who is as long-running as it is, but yeah easily Doctor Who. 😅

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

I guess Natalie?? Swept off her feet by a dreamy looking guy absolutely set on breaking law and morals to be with her? Yeah I’d be okay with that. 👀

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?

Well, that’s Malcolm, so I guess shady political assassination? Something that generates conspiracy theories and memoirs and newspaper thinkpieces for years afterwards. It’s what he would have wanted. ✌️😔

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

Yes. Oh my god yes. 😶 Can you imagine?? People start breaking into song and Sam is convinced he’s off his coma meds again. Carlisle fully willing to out-shade Gene. The clash of Manchester and Scottish slang. DT and John Simm working together again, the chemistry.

Quick, somebody please slap together a fanvid or a fanfic or a headcanon or something, I am possessed by this idea. 🤯

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.

I’m gonna be basic and still think about the Doctor/Master pairing, but if we’re talking unusual iterations of it… Spymaster and Ten just absolutely outdoing each other in the needy olympics would be fascinating. Thirteen and Missy is a close second. Missy would so appreciate Thirteen’s barely-contained feral vibes. She’d wanna keep her on a leash, it’d be great.

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?

Ooooh that’s so difficult. I love TTOI for the insane improv skills of Capaldi and the rest of the cast, but in terms of raw chemistry it’s gotta be LoM.

Tagging @linz33y @countessrivers @imdoingawesome @roxannepolice @tardis-ghost-blog @ten-nan-th-doctor @mothmanyeetus @best-enemies @bluebird-appreciator and really anyone else who wants to have a go! A lot of the questions are super fun to answer 😊

[hunters-lvr]

are you serious?

hunter x masc!reader

(1/?)

where hunter is forced to tutor one of the laziest students he's ever met.

(normal school au, meaning no possesed hunter but they're still trying to get to the boiling isles. the boy is barely figuring out how to use a fucking phone)

masterlist!

a loud door slam distracted him, followed by two people walking in, more so one being dragged.

the principal walked in carrying a boy by his backpack, wearing a big ass hoodie and some sweatpants with hightops and headphones/earbuds. hunter swears on flapjack that those mans eyebags could rival his when he was still working with the emperor.

"i caught your little deviant skipping again, please keep him in check, you're the reason he's still here."

hunter always had a weird intrest in the boy who's only been in class 3 times in the past month, he watched as the tired male dragged himself into his seat, the one next to him.

he watched as (f/n) shrugged his bag off and got into his seat, as (f/n) caught him staring he turned to look at the blond.

he gave him an eyeroll and put his head into his arms slowly drifting off to sleep on his desk.

'who does he think he is? that was so rude? no wonder he's never here.' hunter huffed as he shit talked (f/n) in his head.

towards the end of class the teacher spoke up, "hunter and (f/n) will you two come up here?"

the blond stood up, while the boy next to him slowly sat up straight from his desk and wiped his mouth.

"hunter, you have the best grades in class," hunter beamed hearing the praise. "now, (f/n), undoubtedly you will fail the semester if you don't raise your grades."

now with that (f/n) swore his heart dropped to his stomach and out his ass. bro can't fail? he'll get murdered.

"due to that, i am willing to give you extra credit, that's IF," she accentuated, "you start trying."

the woman went on explaining as (f/n) was pissed, he kinda blanked out until he actually heard what was going on.

"hunter, i'll need you to tutor (f/n)," the blond let out a groan mentally, but sheepishly smiled at the teacher,

"of course miss, i'll do my best." (f/n) scoffed at this seeing the boy kiss up to the teacher, "word." he yawned covering his mouth and the teacher dismissed them two.

as they walked awkwardly next to eachother,"so, can i have your number?" hunter asked smiling, trying to put up a nice facade.

(f/n) nodded tiredly, pulling out his phone and pressing onto the phone app putting it to the keypad. the blond typed in his number, and sped off to his next class.

'what is up with him,' hunter grumbled in his head, before his phone went off.

hunter: HEY. IM YOUR TUTOR.

(f/n): thanks 👍

'lmao im changing this bitches contact,' (f/n) smirked at his phone changing the display name to 'ass kisser ‼️'

ass kisser‼️: WHEN CAN YOU START

(f/n): i guess i can start today lmao, you like talkin in caps im guessing??

ass kisser‼️: I DONT KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF

the more sleep deprived one smiled at his phone, 'he's funny.'

(f/n): i'll show you later dude dw

hunter stares at the phone, 'the hell is a dw?'. as he powered it off he looked at his reflection on the little black screen. maybe it would be nice trying to get to know someone like him.

-

(f/n) walks into the library, stretching and scanning the book filled room looking for the blond. he spotted him reading some nerdy ass comic with sparkles in his eye.

"yo, hunter!" the boy smiled as he gained a glare from librarian. he walked over to the table, pulling a chair and setting it down.

"hey, you know, this is a library so you can't really be yelling."

"oh fr? i totally didn't know that," hunter was suprised that his eyes weren't stuck in the back of his head considering how much he rolled them.

"whatever, just get out all your missing work."

hunter's eyes widened as he pulled a folder that was practically falling apart out of his bag.

"are you serious."

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first time ever writing 😰 enjoy pls

[moonlightdancer26]

hi hello hey howdy *tips hat*

i have yet another Question for you (if im being annoying im sorry)

How does one write Severus Snape?????

in the fic im writing i want him to be somewhat snarky and majorly, majorly intelligent (his character arc depends upon it), but even with a lot of changes to his backstory, still retain a lot of the same characteristics otherwise?

for context: its a house of the dragon/dance of dragon's au. if your unfamiliar, think medieval-esque grimdark politically-driven fantasy with dragons and civil war. the big changes are that he never meets lily evans, and he is fostered/"adopted" by the malfoys and raised to be a steward from a young age. (abraxas malfoy spends half his introduction going LOOK AT HIM HE'S BRILLIANT and the other half snogging tom riddle while they discuss politics) he is the last surviving member of a ruined house with nothing but intelligence and the protection of the malfoy's to his name, until he meets Sirius (apologies now this isnt a sev/sirius fic, its wolfstar, but sev and sirius' relationship is important in later chapters.) they start on,,, bumpy terms, but they are both young teenagers - 14? - at the time, and sirius is The Crown Prince, so they don't see each other again, only hear of each other's exploits/achievements. eventually, once war breaks out, sirius asks severus to be a part of his council as 'master of war' aka head tactician. but that involves going directly against the malfoys. sev does accept this proposal.

im asking i guess about what his train of thought would be? what his motivations might become, how he would evolve, etc etc.

i will take literally any advice here i am Struggling

Howdy there partner

(and dw bud your questions are always a joy to answer)

(also omg that AU sounds legendary)

To be honest… I haven’t a goddamn clue. And I think that’s the best part about it. His character’s confusing as hell, we barely get any content of him when he’s not with Harry, who was basically a walking trigger for him (meaning he was pretty much at his worst whenever Harry was in the room 💀). It’s incredibly easy to mess up his character in fics, but it feels like winning the lottery when you finally nail it.

I think you should reread some of his most memorable moments in the books, especially the meaner ones (e.g. when he humiliates Hermione), since they can say a lot about his character. Whether said moment is good or bad. His canon interactions with Sirius and Remus (and even Dumbledore) can also speak volumes about him and how he deals with certain people in certain situations.

For example: when he delivered the Wolfsbane potion to Remus in front of Harry, he seemed paranoid and uncomfortable. [The door opened, and in came Snape. He was carrying a goblet, which was smoking faintly, and stopped at the sight of Harry, his black eyes narrowing. . . . Snape set down the smoking goblet, his eyes wandering between Harry and Lupin. . . . “Fascinating,” said Snape, without looking at it. “You should drink that directly, Lupin.” . . . “I made an entire cauldronful,” Snape continued. “If you need more.” . . . “Not at all,” said Snape, but there was a look in his eye that Harry didn’t like. He backed out of the room, unsmiling and watchful.] There was no insults, no snark (which is an important detail given that his snark is 90% of his personality), no snippy snappy attitude. When you reread it and keep in mind that Severus was almost killed by werewolf!Remus and genuinely thought he was working with Sirius, the scene simply reads as Snape desperately wanting Remus to just hurry and drink the potion because he’s worried Remus’ll turn into a psycho bloodthirsty werewolf who’ll gobble up all the kids in a split second. He was somewhat civil and wanted to keep their interactions as minimal as possible—this might suggest Snape was genuinely scared of Remus. Especially since he doesn’t have any of that behaviour when it comes to Sirius, mans did not hold back at ALL. I believe that has a lot to do with the fact that, unlike Remus, Sirius was direct and didn’t hesitate to openly display his loathing of Severus. Harry—our POV—can see the problem with him, Remus, on the other hand, is indirect and passive towards Severus. He acts polite despite knowing their history, he acts polite while still attempting to burnish his friends’ image to Harry by justifying their bullying of him [which is telling since he puts more effort into it than Sirius does. Sirius basically just said “yeah we bullied the git” when Harry confronted them while Remus tries hard to defend their actions, which arguably says a lot about their dynamic since Sirius was undoubtedly more involved in the bullying than Remus ever was]. Snape was willing to be civil with Remus, but he clearly had no respect for him. This isn’t to say Sev respected Sirius (he violated him every 2 seconds in OoTP so definitely not), but it can be said that Severus at least had some respect for Sirius’s directness. Sirius never tried to shift the dynamic between them in front of other people; their feelings towards each other was crystal clear, but with Sev and Remus it’s much more difficult to analyse.

I think that says a lot about what traits Severus prioritises; he hated Sirius, but he never treated him the same way he did with Remus, who he viewed as cowardly and weak. Severus took great offence to being called a coward and showed Gryffindor-level bravery many times throughout the series; he was a strong figure who mastered controlling and shutting down his emotions. Bravery was a big thing in his eyes. He said it himself that people who wore their hearts on their sleeves were fools and easy prey for the Dark Lord, so it certainly wouldn’t be a stretch to say he thinks extremely lowly of people who he believes are weak.

His intelligence is also a big part of his character, not only has he proven to be a brilliant wizard, but he (as I’ve mentioned above) was very emotionally intelligent. It’s no doubt that he takes pride in it, but a very important thing to remember is that he doesn’t brag about it. He’s literally one of the most powerful wizards in the Potterverse, yet he never even makes a remark about it in canon. There were a few moments in the series where we got to see his magical abilities, and it’s still extremely impressive. We know the guy legitimately invented spells and surpassed the curriculum at the mere age of 16, and he’s only gotten more talented over the years. So I think it’s very important that you keep in mind he doesn’t go displaying his brilliance 24/7 (I think that has a lot to do with the element of surprise, he’s a double-agent and likely wouldn’t want to draw attention to himself in that way), but when he does, you better make sure he displays it in more than one way—his emotional understanding can be conveyed through remarks and heated moments, his magical talent can be shown through occasional bursts of magic.

And keep in mind that even with people whose presence he seems to genuinely enjoy, he still has his snark. In his interactions with Minnie and Dumbledore, we see him make sassy and witty remarks (“Would you like me to do it now?” asked Snape, his voice heavy with irony. “Or would you like a few moments to compose an epitaph?” is always gonna be one of the best Snape quotes), and even with Lily, we see in his memories that he has an obvious soft spot for her, but he’s still very… Snapey. So his biting wit definitely isn’t just reserved for People Who Trigger And/Or Annoy Him.

the big changes are that he never meets lily evans, and he is fostered/"adopted" by the malfoys and raised to be a steward from a young age. (abraxas malfoy spends half his introduction going LOOK AT HIM HE'S BRILLIANT and the other half snogging tom riddle while they discuss politics)

ok first of all, goddamn I never thought I’d relate to Abraxas Malfoy this much (snogging Tommy and obsessing over baby!Snape? he just like me fr). Second of all, if he doesn’t meet Lily, who was basically the light who shone on his sad life (*sobs in platonic!Snily*), then is there anyone who takes on a similar role in Sev’s life? Will Lucius and Abraxas raise him like the family he’s never had? Will his life be even sadder than in canon? Because his experiences in his childhood shape out so many aspects of the rest of his life (the evidence is shown by both teen/baby!Snape and adult!Snape, in this essay I will- ), so with these changes it’ll be of great significance to keep this information in mind. (I believe a reread of SWM and TPT will definitely help with this, since those are the only times we’re actually able to see Sev as a young boy.)

(apologies now this isnt a sev/ sirius fic, its wolfstar, but sev and sirius" relationship is important in later chapters.)

*wipes tears* /j Dw lol, any interactions of Sirius and Severus are enough to satisfy me, especially when there’s character development. They’re both such loyal, snarky, headstrong assholes who’d watch the world burn for their loved ones, so seeing scenes of them together is always a blast. A whole lotta Good-cop-Bad-cop vibes.

+ the main thing in Wolfstar fanfics that make me hate them in the first place are its inaccurate portrayals of Sirius and Remus (other characters too, for that matter), but knowing you’re the author makes me confident you’ll make it enjoyable.

they start on,., bumpy terms, but they are both young teenagers - 14? - at the time, and sirius is The Crown Prince, so they don't see each other again, only hear of each other's exploits/ achievements.

eventually, once war breaks out, sirius asks severus to be a part of his council as 'master of war' aka head tactician. but that involves going directly against the malfoys. sev does accept this proposal.

*casually obsessing over this*

im asking i guess about what his train of thought would be? what his motivations might become, how he would evolve, etc etc.

I definitely understand why this requires a lot of thought 😭 However, it highly depends on how life treated him leading up to this moment. Was he still bullied, or was the Malfoy family name enough to protect him? Was he well-groomed, or was he still looked down upon? Did Lucius and Abraxas teach him about pureblood supremacy and raise him Draco-style? Did he still have the same personality? If he was raised like other Malfoys, then I really don’t know, because I think it would require some very big changes with Severus’s character. The only things I’m assuming will completely stay the same are his intelligence, loyalty, capacity for love, and humour.

I personally love a Snape with blurrier morals than in canon. The darker aspect of his character wasn’t as explored as much as I would’ve liked it to be, so this might be an opportunity for you to introduce a (slightly?) darker version of Snape. What usually helps me out with this is thinking about what he must’ve been like when he canonically joined the DEs—his humour, devotion, talents, etc, were all the same. But it was simply a matter of where his loyalties lie, he had always prioritised Lily’s life above all else (even over his own master), that was something that never changed about him. But the problem was it just took him a while to figure it out.

So if you’ll include a Lily-like figure in his life (be it Lucius or anyone else), then I think you should take a bit of inspo from canon. That point in his life where he joined the DEs was likely the lowest/darkest he’s ever been, but like I said, all those qualities we know of were in there somewhere. The moment when Voldemort was basically doomed to screw up was when Snape began to use said qualities to benefit the other side of the war.

The reason he defected from the DEs was because Lily—his loved one—was in danger, it was a personal reason and, to an extent, somewhat selfish. Lily’s safety was his initial motive, her being safe would “benefit” him (by benefit I mean make him not live the rest of his life in guilt and agony <3), so perhaps in this AU Snape’s motive could be one that merely serves his interests. He could think “in the end, this might give me a great opportunity for *this,* maybe agreeing won’t be too bad of an idea,” or something similar to that. If you want character growth, then, like in canon, you can make the initial motive not be the whole motive anymore. He might grow to fight for/believe in what the AU’s about, like he did with the Order’s cause (in the beginning he only did it for Lils, then we see that he genuinely believed in what the Order’s fighting for).

So yeah, I suppose that’s it lol. I seriously hope I helped you out with this because I’m honestly so honoured you came to me for this 😭 If you need help with anything related to Snape (or anything at all), you can always come to me. Have a great day!

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

The Words We Tend to Withhold (exactly the words someone needs to be told)

This was supposed the be a short little fic inspired by a conversation I had with @hey-dw. It ended up a lot longer than that.

Summary: Luke gets tired during a movie night, and almost falls asleep on Penelope's shoulders. Thinking he's asleep, Penelope says almost everything she has ever wanted to tell him.

Word count: 2423

Can also be read here on Ao3

After the arrest of Sicarius, things were… different between Luke and Penelope. They were still only just friends, but their friendship had changed. They had broken through some wall that had been between them, and there was an emotional intimacy that hadn't been there before. They loved it. They told each other everything (well, almost everything,) and spent a lot of their time off together. 

Like that day, for example. They had decided to spend their rainy Saturday off at Penelope's apartment watching movies. He'd brought Roxy over in the morning, and they were making their way through what Penelope dubbed her "Rainy Day Movie Collection." It was full of feel-good, warm and fuzzy movies. Meaning a lot of fluffy rom-coms. Being cuddled with the friend he still harbored deep feelings for under fuzzy blankets all day and watching nothing but love stories, while doing wonders for Luke's soul, was playing tricks on his heart. The situation was so… domestic. It felt like relationships he'd been in in the past.

Around ten o'clock that night, Luke found himself getting extremely tired. Something about the atmosphere… he just felt warm. Safe. Lulled to rest. He swore he'd shut his eyes for just a moment, but as soon as they were closed he felt himself leaning to the side, head resting on Penelope's shoulder. He let out a deep breath and almost fell asleep right there and then. She was just so comfortable.

Penelope laughed lightly and whispered, “You tired?”

“Mhmm,” Luke replied, his eyes still firmly screwed shut. 

“Well okay then.” Trying not to move too much, Penelope paused the movie, then reached up with the same arm he was resting on and started to run her fingers through his hair, nails barely scratching against his scalp, but in a soothing way. After a few minutes of that, he could swear he felt her turn incrementally and brush her lips against his forehead. But he was probably just halfway to dreamland and imagining things. 

“Are you asleep?” Penelope whispered some time later.

Luke had been mostly asleep when she asked that question, but he woke up completely when she spoke. He’d always been a light sleeper. However, he didn’t answer her, because what was the best way to fall asleep other than pretending to be asleep?

“Okay, you are,” Penelope whispered again, placing a gentle kiss at his hairline. 

He definitely hadn’t imagined that one.

He didn’t expect her to keep talking, but she did, her always smooth and light voice sounding even more peaceful as she whispered. “You’re a pretty great guy, Luke Alvez, you know that?”

His heart swelled at the compliment, but he still didn’t say anything.

“I know I don’t say that enough… no one does, actually. And I don’t say anything kind to you as often as you deserve. I’m really sorry about that. I don’t know why I'm saying all this to you while you’re asleep, but here goes I guess. I’ve treated you like garbage the entire time I’ve known you… and you’ve always forgiven me for it. I can’t even begin to say how sorry I am for all the mean things I said to you when you first joined the team and then the first few years after that… and when I lied and told you I couldn’t have a conversation with you unless I was dunking on you… or more recently when I was telling you about Tyler and you were begging me to stop but I didn’t. I never meant to hurt you but I know, looking back, I must have. And I am so, so sorry, Luke. I don’t know what I did to earn your forgiveness, but I’m glad I have it. I appreciate it more than you could ever know. I should definitely tell you all this when you’re awake, and I will! I promise. I think I just need to practice what I want to tell you.”

Luke was trying very hard to pretend like he was still asleep when she was baring her soul to him like that. And she had apologized for what she said on their failed date from three years before… which meant she’d been thinking about it. He thought he was the only one who did that. He wanted to sit up and tell Penelope that he forgave her because he knew that she never meant to hurt him, because when you love someone and they hurt you unintentionally you forgive them, and he loved her. But he didn’t move, didn’t say a thing. He didn’t want this to stop.

Besides, Penelope wasn’t finished talking. “You’re one of the kindest people I have ever met, despite everything I know you’ve been through, you still manage to be one of the most sweet, tender, genuine people around. I don’t think you know how beautiful that is. You are beautiful, Luke Alvez. Inside and out. You are probably the most wholly beautiful person I know, and I know a lot of beautiful people.”

She paused then to kiss his forehead again, and it was all he could do not to move his head and just kiss her. Kiss her and then tell her that she was the most beautiful person that he knew, inside and out, and that he adored her. 

“God, I don’t know why I’m saying all this, you can’t even hear me. TL;DR, you’re amazing, I’m sorry for every terrible thing I have ever said or done to you, and I’m so glad to have you in my life.” With that, she kissed him on the forehead once more, gently got up from the couch and laid him down, and pulled a fuzzy pink blanket up to his chin. 

She leaned down beside the couch then, so their faces were level. Her fingers deftly stroked through his short curls then down his face, her hand resting on his cheek. She stroked his cheek with her thumb a few times—taking in his beauty—before she kissed him on the forehead one final time before heading off to bed herself. 

With a smile on his face, Luke was asleep within minutes.

Penelope, meanwhile, was wide awake, staring at her ceiling. She had no idea why she had said all those things, she just knew that once she started talking she couldn’t stop. But she had meant every word. Everything she had ever felt for Luke had come spilling out of the box in her heart she had crammed it into. Luke truly was amazing, through and through. He had broken down all of her defenses again and again, he had become the person she considered to be her best friend, her confidant. She loved the way their friendship had grown, and she loved him.

Wait. She loved him. She loved him. In any way… in every way. She. Loved. Him. 

There was a time when she would have expected that realization to frighten her–a part of her still did expect that–but it didn't. It settled in her heart and warmed her soul. She loved him. She loved him. She loved him. 

And he likely loved her back. Penelope wasn't blind… she'd seen the suspicious and teasing glances their other teammates–namely Tara and JJ–had given them, and above all, she'd seen the way Luke had looked at her. And the way he hadn't looked at other people. She realized then that, deep down, she had always known how Luke had felt about her. How could she not? He had made it so obvious. Gazing at her like she hung the stars in the sky, acting around her a way he didn't act around others, touching her more than he ever touched others. 

She thought back to when he'd brushed her tears from her cheek a few weeks ago, about the tender way he had said her name, about the way he had held her. She had never felt so many butterflies–nor felt so safe in someone's arms. She had felt so cared about… so loved. Because she was. She knew that now. 

So many things began to make sense as she thought back through his actions through the years… right back to the beginning. He'd led her to believe that Roxy was his girlfriend to what… make her jealous? It had worked. 

They had been orbiting around each other for years, and she'd been combatting all his advances, not even realizing that that was what they were. God, she felt so stupid. And of course sweet, gentle, lovely Luke would never push her, never rush things, never fight her on the senseless boundaries she didn't want to place but felt compelled to. Of course.

Her head was swirling with all these thoughts until her mind was too tired to continue and she finally fell asleep.

Luke was the first to wake up the following morning, and when he went to the washroom he was pleased to see pink lipstick smudges on his forehead, a reminder that the night before had not been a dream, but a reality. As much as he didn't want to, he wiped the lipstick from his face, knowing Penelope might feel embarrassed if she knew she had been caught. Well, he was going to let her know she had been caught anyway, but he had a plan. He knew what he wanted to say. 

He popped an allergy pill–he always had some on him now with how often he and Penelope were spending time together–and went about starting their morning routine. This was not the first time one of them had spent the night at the other's, they even had toiletries, clothes, and pajamas at each other's apartments. He fed Roxy and Sergio, started a pot of coffee, and then got working on making breakfast. 

"Good morning, Sleepyhead," Luke greeted Penelope when she eventually got out of bed forty-five minutes later. 

"Sleepyhead?" Penelope scoffed. "You're one to talk, you fell asleep on my shoulder last night.”

Luke smirked. "No, I didn't." He handed her her coffee.

"What? Yes, you did! I asked you if you were asleep and you didn't respond!" 

Luke was still grinning as he took a sip of his coffee. "Fun fact about me, I'm really good at pretending to sleep, especially if I'm trying to sleep. And I'm a really light sleeper, so if someone says something to me, I'm going to stay awake. Especially if they keep talking." 

Penelope's eyes went wide as she realized what Luke was telling her. "Oh. So you heard everything that I said?"

Luke nodded. 

Penelope blushed. “Oh. Okay. Well, I mean, it’s not like I said anything embarrassing or anything I didn’t mean.”

He smiled at her easy admission of the previous night’s events. “You know, I’ve gotten a lot of compliments throughout my life, I can’t say that beautiful has ever been one of them.”

“Well, you are,” Penelope shyly insisted.

Luke gazed at her softly and took her hand in his. “So are you.”

Her face went bright tomato red and she looked away for a moment to compose herself. When she looked back at him, she said, “And I am really sorry—”

Luke cut her off. “I forgive you. I know you didn’t intend to hurt me, that’s why I forgive you.”

Penelope smiled widely at him. “You really are a great guy, Luke Alvez.”

“And you really are a great woman, Penelope Garcia.”

He leaned in then to give her a hug, pressing a kiss to her cheek right at the corner of her mouth.

Penelope decided that in that moment she would take a leap of courage. She shifted her head ever so slightly to the side so that instead of his lips being pressed against her cheek, they were pressed against her lips.

Terrified of this being a mistake, of it being too much, Luke pulled away as soon as he realized what was happening. He stared at Penelope, eyes wide with shock and scanning her face for some sign of how she was feeling. She smiled at him gently, but still somewhat apprehensively, like she wasn’t sure how he would react. He realized then that it had been intentional. She had wanted to kiss him. So he gave her what he wanted. He kissed her again. This time he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her to him, and cradled her face with the other hand.

When he finally pulled away, slightly breathless and panting, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed. “I love you, Penelope,” he whispered.

Penelope’s nails scratched lightly at the back of his neck where his hair ended. “How long?” She was sure she knew… but she wanted to be certain. Wanted to hear him say it. 

“Since the start.”

“Me too. As much as I tried to deny it or fight it… me too.”

Luke smirked, pulling away to look at her, thumb stroking her cheek. “I know.”

Penelope laughed, but then her breath hitched as Luke’s hand began to move. 

The hand that had been stroking her cheek slowly slid down her face and along her jaw until he had taken her chin between his thumb and forefinger before pulling her in for another kiss.

God, he loved that he was able to do that.

***

As soon as it was something he was able to do, kissing Penelope quickly became Luke’s favorite thing. He would do it as often as he could. Not that Penelope minded, of course. After all, kissing Luke quickly became her favorite thing too. 

They had decided not to tell the team right away, just take the time to simply be together privately. It was the best decision they could have made, since it allowed them to start their relationship completely free from external interference. 

However, their plan to keep things on the down low only lasted a couple of weeks. 

The team was out for drinks, and Luke happened to be getting the next round. “Here you go,” he said, placing Penelope’s drink down in front of her. 

Penelope smiled at him and leaned up to give him a kiss. “Thank you!”

Tara choked on her drink. “Okay, I know I haven’t had enough to drink to be hallucinating, so I’m guessing you two had just enough to drink to forget that we didn’t know about that?”

Penelope and Luke looked at each other sheepishly. “Um. Yeah. I think so.”