#i loooove all the thought behind this!! and he looks SOOOO!!! GOOD!!

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEYYYYY i saw ur wips and ran here as fast as i could !!!!!! ik we have already Talked abt vamp!geto x journalist!gojo x vamp!reader bUT im still begging for any crumbs or snippets u have they r my reason for being … same w knight!reader x prince!gojo i would love to know more abt the next part!! AND AND AND NEIGHBOR!MAKI??? I AM LOOKING

ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI IT'S SOOOO GOOD TO SEE U HERE<333

welcome back to my brainrot!!! the vamps - i'm pretty sure (very fucking sure) that i'm just gonna have to write multiple parts for that au!!!! not really part 1 and part 2 but just snippets from their life i think. ofc the first meeting between gojo and geto and reader but then i really wanna write about shoko and reader too, like how'd they meet etc. i can see like a rainy day with a shivering shoko heading to her favourite bar after a long work day. it's a pretty unpopular place; she has her own little spot in the window booth and the bartender already knows what she orders. a neon light hangs from above the bar but otherwise it's just some random low lamps that barely light up the place - it's perfect like that. the music isn't too loud either, it's mainly 80's music and stuff alike that. shoko thought it a bit lame at first but now, it's one of the reasons she keeps coming back. it's a perfect escape from the life she leads. on that rainy night, though.... the door swings open and a hooded figure struts to the bar, barely catching shoko's attention. she's busy watching the raindrops bash against the window, the cig slowly burning between her fingertips. the quiet clearing of a throat does pull her out of it - it's you. dark eyes and an even darker small smile, pointing to the seat opposite of her. "may i?" it's so sultry, catching shoko a bit off-guard. normally, she wouldn't let a stranger sit with her. why would she? but you? you're different. something about you is already making her hook onto you. digging around in your little bag, you pull out a cig of your own. but no lighter. you lean your elbows onto the table and toward the woman before you. "do you mind?" she knows what you mean; she's already clutching the tiny fire machine in her jacket pocket. the cig hangs from your mouth, a confident smirk pulling on the corners of your dark lips. her hand raises to it, she flicks the ligher and watches your lips fully curve around the thing. it takes light, the tip turns a bright orange for a second before dimming down; you inhale. deep. shoko's hand remains in its spot. and exhale. she gulps.

and reader and sugu, how their relationship began and overall how their life together is (talking about this with momo and i haven't stopped thinking about sugu owning a museum and all that). OKAY AS I WAS TYPING THIS U REBLOGGED IT so i know u've seen that too but yk i wanna elaborate on that more bc i loved that idea and since i'm talking about it already HE DOES PAINT. 1000000% THERE'S A MASSIVEEE MASSIVE ROOM FOR JUST HIM AND HIS ART. in the mansion and in the museum. the room has big windows and he looooves to paint just when the moon lights up the room.... it's perfect for painting u.

aaaaaand i mean geto and gojo duo is something that needs a deep fucking study too................. like ur slowdancing idea????? it lives in my head. i don't think it'll ever leave if i'm being honest. anyway i think gojo is almost as infatuated with geto as he is with u. c'mon???? he's fucking ethereal how could he not be??? i think he follows geto around at the house a lot. he wants to know what he does at all times, just wants to know more about him (he wants to hold his hand)(he wants to play with his hair). geto definitely finds it annoying at first i think i already said that but yeah. but fret not he does come off it after a while. what if gojo asks him to teach him how to paint????? so he watches gojo do it, but when he needs help he steps right behind him, chest touching gojo's back, hand grasping over his, guiding along the canvas. do u think gojo is paying any fucking attention at this point?????????? fuck no i'm sorry but that man is popping a boner. anyway. gojo accidentally teaches him some dirty jokes - geto swears he doesn't even listen to him but the stupid one-liners just keep coming out of his mouth (a sign that he's spending a lot of time with his little bf)(he's trying to ignore that fact).

as for our little prince and our little knight - the next part is imminent i promise!! i know i said that last weekend too but it's definitely dropping this weekend lmao. we learn a bit about shoko's (and the knight's) childhood and finally our favourite duo gets to bond over some childish laughter. but only just for a moment though....

ANYWAY neighbor!maki is very much inspired by a scene from the movie bound (1996). maki and the reader have seen each other a few times in the hallway of their apartment complex but they haven't spoken - until the reader goes to ask her for help. and then they both understand how attracted they are to each other. no smut not even suggestive they're just kind of flirting it's cute. i literally have so little of it but i still love the idea so muchhhh i need to finish it maki deserves it i love her

prince!gojo (autumn)

he has also learned that shoko had a friend, who was ready to do anything for her and for others for that's sake. with a deep sigh, she confessed that she regretted not taking in the other kid. shoko was more quiet, more well-behaved in a sense but the other kid - they kept getting into fights with the knights of the castle. "i kept scolding them over it. but no, they just kept going. later i learned that all of those beatings and slashings were for other kids." her head hanged low as she spoke. "they kept taking the blame for the younger kids, so that they wouldn't get hurt. stole food, so that they wouldn't starve. i didn't know."

the prince nodded along, surprised to hear about this noble kid. "where are they now?" he asked in a whisper, a little scared to hear the answer.

"they left. around the time they were twelve, i think. shoko was miserable. brought me and her flowers and bread; the most polite troubled kid i ever saw." she sighed."i was stupid."

neighbor!maki

"hi!

"hi." your neighbor takes a second to look at you.

"s-sorry, i don't mean to impose but could i ask for your help?"

"with what?" she asks with a raised brow.

"um, my sink fucking broke. a-and i saw you with a toolbox the other day and i t-thought maybe you could help me? if not, that's totally fine."

+

"do i make you nervous, maki?"

"no."

she goes to grab the bottle from your hand, fingers brushing over yours.

"thirsty, maybe?"

"curious, maybe."

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

Please see my Mary/Ace vision!!!

TV was the coolest thing around the 50s-60s and quickly became a family faviort!

Theirs sooo meny good TV shows and also WACKY commercials back then, and TV programs and a lot of them ran well into the night too!

Dean Martin, a well known singer, had a lot of late night TV programs where he'd sing! As did others.

There was I Love Lucy, Have Gun Will Travel, The Twilight Zone, Alfred Hitchcock, along with the very fun and odd cartoon, Gumby!!! (....and the honeymooners...can't forget that fuckin show..)

Anyways, Ace having a colored TV!!! And he will be DAMNED if he can't see his programs at those certian times BECUSE GID DAMNIT!! he loves his shows!!

So....Ace, gets alll the gang together, to watch shows sometimes...

And Nancy stops by, becuse she was ment to see Mary thst night!

Ace forgot all about it becuse well boys night watching westerns and then the late night singing program and such.

"Oh...hey Nancy?? ....come in?"

"Oh thank you ac- Oh!....everyone's here.."

"HEY NANCY!!!"

"Shut up! Nancy were gonna watch shows, we got another hour before they start..."

"Oh....can..I join until Mary comes do-"

"Oh...Nancy's she...she's not here she's running a...day behind she'll be here tomorrow...you can sit by me tho! Do you like have gun will travel?"

"No what'd that show?"

Cue him frantically explaing it with the ENTIER Cobra gang and hen him shushing her and telling her, "Watch watch, Aawe!!! He's so cooool~" he loooves paladin(has a crush on him a bit)

Then she stays over until the lste night program for singing and shows stars and oh she's enamored, even more with it being IN COLOUR!!

"It's in colour!?"

"Yeah!!! But thst last show is strictly black and white is all!!! Now shh, look!!"

Same thing with Mary, she covers Nancy's mouth sometimes or puts a hand on her to let her knkw to hold her thoughts becuse Mary looooves watching her programs as well and she especially enjoys the gumby cartoons which rarely come on!!

Just...TV thoughts and imagine the cuddles and sharing food OK the couch and falling asleep on it with him🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Mary hosting a TV party??? YES PLEASEEE

Also can relate to her when it comes to others being quite during a movie OMG I swear it's soooo hard to watch certain shows cause I have to smack a hand over my sister or brothers mouths to get them to be quiet for TWO MINUTES

[castle-dominion]

5x7 swan song. I stayed up late last night so I"m starting this watch at around 10. Also no more livejournal transcript but I do have the dustjackets one

Ooh this is fun I like a band WAIT HOLY CRAP I REMEMBER THIS EPISODE FROM MY FAMILY WATCH we just watched spinal tap so we called it the spinal tap episode but I'll call it the rockumentary episode

Love the filming style & I didn't realize at first but then heeheehee it is sdkfjskdfh love this ep

bro you are alreadu here why don't YOU help? btw love his hat

Hold on beckett's car is dark blue, not black & esposito's car is red. P nice. *still filming even tho the cops are here* I think I said "I hope the entire episode is done like this" even tho I doubted it & THEN THIS HAPPENED

KB: Ryan, get rid of the cameras. The prettiest man on earth, looking uncomfy: Yeah, I’ll … take care of it. It must be weird for the actors to pretent to NOTICE the cameras for once, & to act like they are NOT super comfy on camera

JE: How’d you like to try to film with a cracked lens, huh? Huh?

Castle is so good at being on camera

Good old les paul

*ryan trying to hide his face*

Weird accent saying "director"

At least this man holds up his finger to espt & says he needs to go on the phone

Joel Mitas: you know, a hunt for the murderer? People love that stuff. Me: Yeah, I do *gets on the phone with someone DURING THE CONVERSATION*

Lanie *looks at the camera in exasperation about castle* Oh yeah club 27

the cameraone is on the wrong side of that gun

drunk af duh, did you not see her all hungover looking>

I'd have said "cru cru crunch" At least he died happy

You can see that the cameraone is not supposed to be there bc they are hiding behind the wall Poor esposito, walks in with a court order

Gates <3 Ryan & esposito.

Heck yeah she SHOULD give an introduction but ryan looks soooo uncomfy, I want to pic that

JE: ... Welcome KR: .. Welcome

I thought he meant "see something" as in see smth romantic

Why are they all interviewed at the same time remember ithaca

Espt you can just show them the screenshot

JE: All right. (he starts to spread the photos on the table. CASTLE blocks his line to the camera) Just … (he pushes him back) … there we go. Boom. (he circles) the guy in a photo) Boom. (again) Boom. (and again) I like the editing JE, dramatically: We’ve got you now, you son of a bitch. JE to the cams: I’m sorry, can I even say son of a –

clipping the intro for sure

Don't look at the camera keep your eyes on the road *arguing* changing shirt lol each trying to impress the cameras now that they're here

*jumps over a car*

this is freaking amazing

"that ain't ketchup" & sdjfkshdkjfhsdkjfhjds

*beckett watches annoyed while esposito makes nice/dramatic for the camera JE: That’s a gift from me to you. You’re welcome, America. *turns to walk away but his partner is there & holding his face, worth a clip*

Castle shush We haven't seen the roses episode Someone should write a casefic for that Wait I didn't see a cameraone in there, is there a cameraone filming inside the room? Ryan looks so uncomfy he wants to leave *stands in the corner*

Your little girl? Will that be butterfly? This is a great twist I am loooving it "If it's ok with my partner"

I am also happy that we got better shots of the other detectives earlier this episode, I wish we knew their names tho. I might be able to catch a glimpse on the nameplates

Ryan sooo pissed I loooove it ryan the drug cop KB: That’s an interesting theory, but that is pure speculation. RC: Actually, it’s not. Pure speculation would be Swan purchasing thermonuclear technology to have a scientist make him an amplifier that went all the way to 12. This? Musicians buying drugs? (he looks to the camera) That’s just Monday morning’s crossword.

Castle is naturally good at this, "you need to introduce lanie" yk?

*leaning down a bit to show off her rack* Antivax? *looking pretty for the cameras*

Ryan is pretty sam spear cool name *ryan jumps for his keys but espt takes them from him.* JE: No, no, no, no. I got this. You stay here and work on your little research project, you being the nerve center and all. (he turns to leave) Castle? I like how we are getting castito & ryckett, it is nice. (ofc esposito takes castle bc castle is good with cameras) *ryan still standing there with his hand out "holding" his "keys"*

Castle trying to defend beckett (the beckett onion) I can clip "he went the wrong way" but tbh I'd clip everything

Going to be a film Ooh he is composing a SCORE for a FILM!

Ofc he's working with this guy, he scores music

Who the hecking heck writes SHEET MUSIC for ROCK SONGS??? Tabs are more likely. I mean, I'm a fiddler, I have arranged rock pieces on my fiddle, I should record a Holy Grail cover & that You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison cover. Actually I recorded Holy Grail improv to make it easier to score but I haven't written, but I HAVE written Prison but not recorded it. Like esposito would NOT read music I'm gonna sing for y'all later SDFDHSKJHH SO FREAKING EXCITED but also what singers use sheet music? I have some minimal classical training & I cannot sing reading off sheet music. I can play my violin just fine! Actaully,,, I struggle with the timing on written music, but if I've heard the song even once & I have the sheet music, I'd be able to figure it out. I can not, however, sing reading sheet music

the composer sitting in the back while these two talk

MAN DOES AN IMPROV MUSICAL STING HECK FRICKEN YEAH reminds me: my brother took a piano class at my fiddle camp once & the piano teacher loooved making cute dumb jokes so like here: when the geese fly in an arrow, why is one arm longer than the other? Because it has more birds in it Ba dum ts! My brother learned how to quickly hit the button on his keyboard that makes it into drum sounds & then he memorized the keys for ba dum & ts. It was INCREDIBLE (could clip that but I could clip anything)

Ooh I'm liking the music rn I like them. I wonder if they have a song in the bonus features. also the drummer is great great great. All the best drummers are shirtless. This guy tho, he is wearing a vest, a waistcoat. That's the only shirt he's wearing. Beautiful.

Beckett looks nice & good shirt too. DON'T-- BE CAREFUL WITH THE GUITAR mum noticed the tap shoes too!

strut your stuff sdkjfsdlkj

Keith: Really? You gotta film this too? KB, actually liking the cams for once: They can film whatever they want, Keith. You signed a release A drunk witness

Ithaca again ... So... You can't ask this girl...

holy crap does she realize they were filming? oh no gates is checking up on them while they have the porno If I were gates I'd also take people aside & ask them if they are doing ok with the cameras JE: You want action, check this. *starts to turn his copmouter screen* (lol action) VG: Hey, hey, hey. This is inappropriate workplace behavior. JE: This is evidence, Sir. Our suspect’s alibi hinges on this. (he smiles into the camera) VG: Oh. VG, watching closer: Oh. (She is a married woman, y'all) KB: (aside) That’s not the only thing on this video being faked. VG: *looks at her*

Ooh coly crap ryan is pretty again! I mean he always is but it is another plaid type shirt, blues & pinks, & this time he has a tie clip,, "research project" he is mad

Man wasn't a thing until 17?? ITHACA mum: cult? Me: that would explain antivax Castle: it's a cult That's clever! He added the O & the B!

the tension between rysposito

RC: Wait a second. That’s the day Swan died. So John Campbell was in town with a few days to kill. (he takes a beat, then smiles) See what I did there? KB: *sighs heavily and tips her head back in annoyance* RC: That was good. Use that. Don’t use the part where I said ‘see what I did there’. Cut that out, so a hard fade to black, musical sting. *sings the castle theme* ((clipping this)) *He turns around for support from his friends, but they’ve all walked away.*

KR: The Church of Worldly Enlightenment isn’t just your friendly neighborhood cult. It’s also a 20 acre pot farm. Run by the 300 plus members all for Campbell’s personal profit.

cameras CAMERAS his annoyed face as soon as he sees

Smart people are in cults too y'all. Oh of course he'd recruit at a youth hostel beckett still holding up her book in front of her face I love it. I mean they already have your face

Maybe the youth hostel can get rid fo the cameras. Also all the faces of the youths here should be blurred. Runaways, cult escapees, queer kids, probably way too many native ppl, you don't want your face out

I love all the flags Yuck. My church is populated by mainly FNMI people & it's a great church. Kids run on to the platform, priest says "let the children come," each month we do a finance review so we know where our money is going, transparency is important. If your church is full of natives, you want to do right. THIS church is building conciliation & reconciliation.

wanTed revenge, becks. There is a t.

I like how we saw the boom mic

I like how she says "excuse me" before answering the phone OH NO THE ALMOST-KISS

Look at them argue lol

"you" should tell beckett these two are so freaking cute also cute shirt on esposito lol castle moving away from becks what is the name of this detective? The gaunt black guy

Course he's not in the system the roadie!??!?! (but how did the cult watch get a photo of him?)

YOU WERE THE MENTOR? probably plays christian music, I know so many good camp songs... the nostalgia is real, esp as someone who considers themself separate from the roman catholic church but is still a christowitch (& christopagan during lent) & Metis folk catholic... a queer anarchosocialist catholic, seriously? an emo punk like me?

Castle & his musical sting XD

Maybe esposito really can read sheet music Power chords? Seriously? I'm not a guitarist but I'm p sure it would be better to compose smth like that with tabs or just the chord names, tho idk. But castle can read sheet music & understand like what power chords are being played & stuff?

Just grabbed my fiddle. I wish I knew the key. I thought it might be in c bc no sharps/flats but why shouldn't mess with the c in that case, then I thought it might be d bc that's a common note & I played the song in d. I have some classical & sightreading training but I'm mostly a fiddler & I learn my ear, in fact the suzuki method is very ear based. So my timing was off. But I played it & it sounds good, or it would sound good if I had full sheet music & a listen through first, & maybe if I played rock guitar. It is actually pretty easy minus the rests in odd places, but they are not bad for people with better timing than me, maybe it would be hard for guitarists to play bc they don't have bows.

He can play that, IF he has a chance to practice first, caslte you motherHecker! People like that probably don't even use sheet music! It is rare that they do! If they need to read, they will use tabs ALSO HOLD ON WHAT THE FRICK THAT WAS IN THE TREBBLE CLEFF, MY VIOLIN KEY, NOT THE BASS CLEFF WHICH IS WHAT BASS GUITAR WOULD PLAY

they did NOT get their music composer to help with the props department huh.

Give him some time to workshop it! You COULD play it probably! (also who plays with rings?)

Pique de nez

Mikey way didn't know how to play bass when they fisrt started the band "but you sure can handle a guitar" Wow this kid, poor zeke, he is upSET

also this roadie is p darn short Love how we get the tattoo visibility

you need a new bassist & a new frontman lol

Lol gates I love this XD RC: It’s what makes catching the killer worthwhile. Which is strange, because you’d think it’d be catching the killer but no, it’s – OH NO SHE SAW THE CLIP but they are not technically both employees....

castle you YOU CHILD

beckett don't pretend more crap is going on than she knows

Wow. I heard somewhere that dever & huertas did more music together at some point.

btw I need to clip this, but the into happens while gates is yelling at caskett

amazing amazing amazing amazing wonderful phenominal outstanding music them singing in the middle of the bullpen & playing instrumetns & esposito all dramatic & ryan "I taught him how to do that' & the harmonies & the silliness & the prettiness & heck I need a full song of this like holy crap he can sing high also do they.. hav etheir amps here (ryan is not singing despite having "taught" him how) it's just so good & espt is so silly dramatic & ryan is tapping on the chair & sfjkhsadjfshdkjfhdskjfhs

Is that the sstairway ppl like to go to in fanfiction oh no wait she is just locking him in a closet that was a good scene I'd maybe clip it if I don't have to return the DVDs "Hey!!"

sjhalksjdfhalskjdfhlajsdhfljkasdhfkjlh this was a great episode, I know I say a lot are my fave but I think this one is up there with the 40s episode the blue butterfly & sdfjhalkfsjdh I want to rewatch life on the murder scene now aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah this wpisode was great shdjkshfdjh it was humerous it was unique (good change of pace) it brought character & murder & sfjdkhsk music & so much hhhhhhhhhhhthis made me so happy I spent two hours on this ep & I only allow myself an hour & a half (I mean, I did grab my violin...)

[oneustual-moving]

ok saw lucie do this & now i will too!! heres all my thoughts on the oneus concert in like one place under the cut <3

- i wanst expecting it to be that long wtf i think it was 2.5 hours?? as much as i didnt get good sleep last night, idec and i loved that it was so long. it rly let them show sooo much of their discography like they probably performed like 70% of their music (either fully or portions of songs in medleys or songs that played during breaks)

- my only complaint kinda is that the prerecorded videos werent subbed :( like i get when theyre talking on stage unscripted like i was Not expecting subtitles for that, but idk! maybe they just couldnt get it translated in time, which is okay bc i expect the luna behind the scenes video to be on youtube soon!! definitely did Not overshadow the good stuff though, but it did stick out a little bit

- SPEAKING OF LUNA I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT. i thought they were gonna release a new single for oneus theatre bc the concert was marketed as oneus theatre BUT WE GOT TO SEE THE TITLE TRACK???? okay. oh my god. oh my god. idk how to explain it. spoiler free review!!!! its amazing & if they dont get their first win like. i know wins dont rly matter bc at the end of the day its a popularity contest but like. please. please begging and hoping luna gets them a first win it’s incredible

- the mics were ON last night. they all consistently sounded stable, confident, & incredible. obv oneus has talented singers (like in my Totally Unbiased opinion keonhee & seoho could be the best 4th gen bg vocalists), but it was just soooo crazy to see that theyre rly THAT talented, its not just that they sound good in the studio. there were moments of live vocals where i was just so shocked in a rly good way at

- SPEAKING OF LIVE VOCALS dongju 😭😭😭😭😭😭 knowing that he’s previously stated he’s not as confident in his vocals, just comparing his performing abilities/stage presence/and especially vocal ability strength and confidence from last night to debut time, its SO clear to see how much he has improved the past couple years. i think sooner or later he’s gonna be in charge of lower harmonies/parts bc his lower range is rly so strong and amazing

- a LOT of the songs were remixes or rock versions which im kind of obsessed with. i feel like u all know i listen to oneus a Lot, so i was totally expecting performances of the studio versions i already listen to a lot, BUT NO???? im so upset bc sooooo many of them were amazing & i rly want studio versions of those remixes, but i dont think we’ll get them 😖 idk! maybe a concert album will come out, or they’ll be on future albums (like how valkyrie rock version was on binary code)

- (side note, obv i am a keonhee ult for many reasons but a big one is his rly incredible performing abilities and stage presence, & last night’s concert just solidified that to me he’s one of the most underrated performers just in general <///////3)

- THE STYLIMG ok i looooved the prince-y outfits at the beginning like they were gorgeous. and tjis is random but youngjo looked So Good with his hair styled like that ohmg. anyway all of their outfit changes were so good, but the star of the show i think we can all agree was seoho’s dropped shoulder top!!!!! it looked so good on him

- wait keonhee crying and all of them teasing him but then giving him a big hug before ipu😭😭😭 AND THEN HOW HE COULDNT GET THROUGH HIS LINES without crying i was so emo he is everything to me i love him such a normal amount

- okay now little things that just made it so fun

the audio going out during zigzag that im 90% sure was intentional and a calback to the one concert where that did happen for real. also seoho and keonhee sounded incredible during that lmao

even though them talking wasnt subbed it was fun to be able pick out words and phrases that i know lmaoo i definitely heard seoho say “keonhee pabo” at some point

whenever they just were having fun on stage like at the end of life is beautiful ;;

THE LORE IMPLICATIONS of youngjo and keonhee being the center of the Oneus Summoning Circle in luna. dont get me started i wont shut up abt oneus mv lore/plotlines

the transition from tbontb to no diggity UGH

the end they still are like Everytjjng To Me <3 it was so fun omg and amazing i hope someone who recorded it finds a way to upload it somewhere 😭

i will rb with more if i think of more <3

[songbirdstyles]

Could we just have pure smut of prof harry rn please ? 🥺🥺🥺

‘Some more prof!Harry and spanking would be so lovely🤤 maybe like (Y/N) has been a bit of a brat for no reason and Harry’s just had enough of it and decides to teach her a valuable lesson😌 maybe some overstim/squirting?? Sassy💃 we love you💕’

‘hi 💚 I loooove your professor!harry so much! it’s so well written and I can just read it over and over again 😳 anyywayy i’d love to read professor!harry when y/n is teasing him in class and after class dom prof!harry coming out :0 like reallyy dirty talk‘

‘soooo....what about that kinkier side of prof!harry.......’

part two of this thing

The second Harry shuts the door to his apartment, turning the lock into place, you’re pressed against it - his hand behind your head so you don’t slam it on the door like the absolute gentleman he is, but that’s about as far as his chivalry goes. You throw your arms around his neck, feeling his thigh slot between yours, and instinctively your hips grind down on the soft fabric of his nice dress pants.

“Did you like that, hmm?” His voice is a low growl as his lips hover, just a breath above yours. Hands drop to your hips, fingers digging into your skin through your jeans to halt your movements. “Wearing my shirt to class like that, where anyone could see. Tell me, that girl next to you - what did she say?”

You drop your head back against the door with a moan as Harry’s lips move to press an open mouthed kiss below your jaw, and you can’t quite focus enough to respond. The entire drive home had been merely building up to this moment - thick silence filling the car, radio turned down so low you could hardly hear Time in a Bottle and his hand, heavy on your thigh. You knew he wasn’t mad (didn’t think he had it in him to be mad, anyway) because, if he was, he wouldn’t have spared you a single glance, but your eyes kept meeting his lust blown ones and you knew you were in for it when you got home which -

Is now. You’re in for it now as Harry nips at the column of your throat. “Gonna answer me?”

“Um -” you squeeze your eyes shut and try to recall what he’d asked, but now he’s rocking his thigh up against your cunt and it’s so little stimulation but still enough to make your train of thought derail off the tracks. “Said - she said you have a shirt like this one.”

“Mmm.” Even his hum sounds condescending, but you don’t take time to dwell on it as his hands move to the front of your jeans, fingers swiftly undoing the button of your jeans. Harry’s still speaking even as he’s working at your jeans - “Was fuckin’ distracted the whole class. Couldn’t focus on a thing - kept looking at you in my shirt, wanted to fuck you so bad -” He takes a step back, tugging them down your thighs, and when they’re at your feet you kick them off across the floor, not watching their path. Then he’s coming back to you, gripping you by the shoulders, and you let him lead you backwards until your thighs bump into a hard edge.

One quick glance besides you shows you that it’s the dining table, and you push yourself up so you’re sitting on it, but his eyebrow quirks up and you know that isn’t what he wanted you to do. You watch him intently as he grips the back of a chair and tugs it backwards, and once he’s settled into his seat he motions for you to join him.

But when you move to straddle Harry’s lap he shakes his head, pushing you back so you’re standing up, and you furrow your eyebrows for just a moment - just a moment, though, because as he grabs your wrists and pulls you so you’re lying across his lap, you know exactly what he wants.

Your face heats up as you feel Harry’s hand smoothing across your ass - you reach out to tug another chair closer to you, resting your arms on it so you can feel at least a bit dignified in such a position. Especially as his fingers dip down just a bit further, pressing on your cunt through your panties and feeling just how fucking soaked you are for him right now.

“Y’like this?” his voice is barely above a breath as he leans his head down closer to yours, and your head jerks up and down slowly. You tilt your head to the side ever so slightly to try and look at him but it’s near impossible in your position. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you groan, shifting in his lap, and you can feel the brush of his half-hard cock against your stomach. “Fuck, yes, professor.”

That was all he needed as his go ahead - doesn’t give you a single extra second before his hand lands on your ass, firm and hard, and you can feel the ring you’d gotten him for Valentine’s day, cold against your skin. Your body jerks forward and you drop your head forward with a desperate cry, feeling a rush of arousal towards the apex of your thighs. And it’s as if Harry can sense it, sense how much you love it, because immediately his fingers are back at your pussy, dipping beneath your panties and feeling your wetness on the tip of his fingers.

You can hear his soft exhale, fingers sliding easily inside of you, as his hand delivers another blow to your arse. “My dirty baby,” Harry grunts, digits curling in your cunt, fingering that sweet spot in your walls that has your eyes rolling back into your head. “Fuckin’ love this, don’t you.” And it’s not a question but you moan in response anyway, pushing your bum up for him, and he chuckles through gritted teeth as he sends a slap down to your skin again. Then another - then another - until he’s not giving you a millisecond between hits, just going back and forth between the globes of your ass until your skin feels like it’s on fire and you’re so close you’d do anything to cum. 

“P - professor -” you drop your cheek to the cool wood of the chair you’d tugged over for support, hips rocking fitfully against his fingers, and then his thumb is at your clit and you know you’re going to cum, and judging from the harsh circles he’s pressing into your clit, he knows, too. “Please - please, professor.”

“What?” you could scream at the smugness in his voice as he smacks down on your ass, and finally he gives you just a moment - smoothing over your skin, fingers digging into the mound of skin. “What do you want?”

“To cum.”

“Wanna cum?” Another slap, and then Harry pulls his fingers from your cunt, dragging your slickness up the entirety of your clit before slipping them back in. You cry out in affirmation, pushing your hips against his fingers. “Do it, baby. Cum on my fingers.”

Something about it feels too good to be true - that he’s letting you cum even though his intent had been to punish you - but you take advantage of it, anyway. Drop your hips back against his lap as your orgasm washes over you, intense and desperate, cumming onto his fingers exactly like he’d asked, and all you can think to say or do is moan his name desperately.

His fingers still thrust in and out of you at the same steady, fast pace, thumb on your clit, and for a moment you kid yourself into thinking he’s merely helping you ride out your orgasm - but when your body has finally stopped shaking with the force of it he’s still going. Almost with a new vigor, Harry’s hand wraps around the back of your neck, forcing your head up so he can just barely meet your eyes.

He’s so smug. Always so smug, knows just how he fucking destroys you.

And God, he’s really destroying you now.

“Do it again.” Harry’s eyes are hard as he stares down at you, hand twisting around to wrap around the front of your throat, tightening just how he knows you like it - because even if all he wants to do is ruin you, you know he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable. “Wanted to cum so bad, didn’t you, baby? Do it again.”

Your lips part, mouth dry and chest heaving as his hold on you tightens ever so slightly, constricting your breathing just enough to make every ministration of his fingers, thrusting in and out of your cunt and tracing circles into your clit, just even more intense. Just as Harry opens his mouth to command you once more you cum again - so hard you see stars and you’re sucking in air that can’t make it to your lungs, feeling your entire body flushing with heat.

He’s speaking and you can’t hear it, your ears ringing as you try to come back down from everything he’s done to you and it’s difficult but eventually you can focus enough to make out a bit of what he’s saying -

“Think you got a few more in there for me? Yeah, I know you do. In my mouth an’ around my cock, how does that sound? Come on, baby. Maybe it’ll teach you not t’tease me in class like that, hmm?”

[shyanlibrary]

hello!!! what are your favorite fics??

Nonnie, what a question...

Let’s keep it short, top 10 under the cut:

1. The Chain by Lafayette1777

Rated: Not Rated (T) | Chapters: 6/6 | Complete | Word Count: 14,073

Summary: Do you not know how love works?

Shane and Ryan, in transition.

Commentary: Christ almighty, this will forever be my favorite fanfic in the entire world and I mean it. I’m someone who has been in many fandoms for more than 15 years now and let me tell you something, I have never felt so much as I have with this story. Because it’s just so incredible well written and the characters are just what drives everything in it! The imagery, the feeling of it, each dialogue, all of this fic is wonderful and I’m in love with it. PLEASE read it if you haven’t.

2.  can’t take you home to mother (that’s what i like about it) by redmaynes

Rated: E | Chapters: 7/8 | Ongoing | Word Count: 20428

Summary: “I still hate you, you know that?” Ryan gasped out after they finally broke for air, and he roughly shoved Shane back on the mattress to make quick work of the button of his jeans, and smirked when he heard Shane curse under his breath when he pulled down the zipper slowly, agonizingly.

“The feeling’s mutual, baby,” Shane said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t call me baby.”

Commentary: Fun fact: this was the first fic I read, and I did because I wanted to read smut and I was looking forward to know how this fandom expressed that kind of intimacy between these two, and I was hit by one of the most interesting scenarios put together for this kind of AU, good plot and great characterization. I adore this fic, I’ll go to hell and back for this fic. It’s wonderful and.. how to explain it? Just plain ol’ good, man.

3. Perfect Fit by moliuoli

Rated: E | One-shot | Complete | Word Count: Unkown

Summary: There’s a legend that says anyone able to take all of statue Shane’s cock will summon the god to the mortal realm. Given the statue’s excessive size, no one has ever succeeded to prove or disprove the story.Until Ryan that is.

Commentary: When it comes to original AUs and situations, this fandom never disappoints. Look at this fic in particular, it’s a fun exploration of college life and loneliness in the most freakin’ horny way and that’s why I loooove it and re-read it pretty often. My favorite from the author, too, and she’s a writer I really like. This fic is work of art, a classic in the fandom, just incredible.

4. Let the Sunshine Burn Your Eyes by YogurtTime

Rated: E | One-shot | Complete | Word Count: 6,577

Summary: An innocent man of taste and leisure, Ricky Goldsworth, just wants to check into his hotel room, but gets into an altercation with the concierge while a mysterious gentleman in expensive-looking clothes watches nearby.

Commentary: The only RG persona fic I like! I’m not ashamed to say I’ve read this fic more times than I have sat down to actually write something in years, lmao. Okay, so-- this masterpiece always puts me in a mood, in that mood that makes you grab a glass of wine, sip, stare into nothing and say “oh my”. I LOVE IT. I know I’m saying this about all fics in this list but lololol, it’s true. The writing in this is magical and transports you to another world, to the world the author wants you to see in this text and it makes you wonder everything about these characters and smile at the end. This, also-- has my favorite ending in a fic like this. Just. Oh my.

5. I would like that by Crimsonflowerz

Rated: T | One-shot | Complete | Word Count: 3,994

Summary: The third person who knew Ryan was trans was the ghost that haunted his apartment.

Commentary: This fic, oh-- I think about this fic and Shane in this fic a lot, actually. I always loved his character in this and I loved how much we knew of Ryan, his life and his feelings in it, because it let us wonder with him about Shane and his spirit, his life before being a ghost, and well-- you have to read to understand, this is one of the best fics in the fandom and it has one of the happiest and most hopeful endings and boy oh boy, am I a lover of happy ending. Read this beauty, I re-read it recently because my main fandom and its company broke my heart and my spirit last December, and this was the only thing that got me to stop crying over the way I was mocked by the male white creators of said main fandom. Life saving story.

6. ready if it happens with you by sarcasticfishes 

Rated: E | One-shot | Complete | Word Count:4,319

Summary: It’s not a thing. Ryan’s just a little… touch-starved. Intimacy-starved.

Shane passes behind him when he’s sitting at his desk, idly touches Ryan’s shoulder, thumb brushing the curve of his neck — and goosebumps erupt down the length of Ryan’s arms.

Commentary: A beauty! I said to the author, who is a good friend, that I was really honored this fic has my name as one of the persons it was dedicated to, because my man believe me when I say this is a fucking beauty and it’s one of my favorite smuts and getting together fics in the fandom. I’ve thought of that scene in the dark so many times, of the way it’s written and described, and every and each action is driven by pure feelings and it’s just so gorgeous. You gotta read it.

7. You Are on the Fastest Available Route by InkStainsOnMyHands

Rated: T | One-shot | Complete | Word Count: 2,362

Summary: "It’s in the light.“

[Based on the Local 58 YouTube Series]

Commentary: The night I read this fic, I couldn’t sleep. It made me feel uneasy, made me think of it for days, and I still think of it. Often find myself wanting to re-read it and I wish I could live again that first moment when I read it. Once, when I was in a meeting, I filled a page of my moleskine with the summary of this fic, and kept thinking of Ryan hudding Shane as the light came, of him looking up, of the road in front of them, the hints that something was amiss. What a genius story.

8. We Went To An Orgy And We Didn’t Have Sex (well…kind of…) by iris_rise

Rated: Not Rated (M) | Chapters: 4/? | Abandoned | Word Count: 11,045  

Summary: They met at a bar that afternoon before filming started. Liquid courage, Ryan had called it. “Or a surefire way to a pair o’ whiskey dicks,” Shane quipped back, giving him a playful smile, and Ryan knew he was totally screwed.ORShane and Ryan agree to film a one-off Buzzfeed documentary-type show, ‘We Went To An Orgy and We Didn’t Have Sex’, in which they attend a sex party and try to keep their hands off one another.

Commentary: I know what you guys are thinking about the title of this, but believe me when I say this fic is WONDERFUL. It’s such a gorgeous work with so much soul, and I would never really be reccing an unfinished work that is likely abandoned by now if it wasn’t THAT good. Soooo, let me tell you about the atmosphere this have, it has such a powerful spirit, it makes me cry that I will likely not know how it would have gone. Mother of GOD, this is perfect. Also one of my favorite interpretations of dom!Shane.

9. we are breathing river water by undeadapocalypse

Rated: M | One-shot | Complete | Word Count: 4,503

Summary:  Shane thought, through the kisses and the feeling of Ryan’s skin all over his, too much but not enough, I will not.

Between the light ending up off and the clumsy hands in a dark room, the floorboards that hide secrets despite not being theirs, he thought to himself, I will not fall in love with him.

The tabernacle reconstructed.He falls in love with him.or: a fic based off of “litany in which certain things are crossed out”

Commentary: Richard Siken is my favorite poet out there and when I found this fic and saw it was based on my favorite poem, I almost died right there. And to my delight, it was an excellent fic and even now, many reads later, it’s still an amazing fic with a beautiful ending that haunts me in the best of ways. Every part of this fic, the images of it, the parts were you can feel the poem in it, all of it, I love it with all my heart. Read it. It’s beautiful.

10.  I live alone in a paradise (that makes me think of two) by Ros_ora_sal

Rated: Not Rated (T) | Chapters: 4/4 | Complete | Word Count:  26,971

Summary: Ryan and Shane get stuck in a haunted house together.

Commentary: Oh, this fic. Oh this fic and its brutal plot filled with mystery, hope and even a few scares. Man, do I love this fic. Something I adore of this fandom is its more dark or weird stories, and this one hit me in the face with how good it was, really a gorgeous addition to our fandom. The story and the way its written has stayed with me ever since I read it, and I promise you it will stay with you too.

[ohmyshownu]

Hiiiii it's showbebe anon!!! It's been a while but i just saw that u left ur job & wanted to check in. You're doing awesome. That job seemed really draining & there are so many better places out there!!! U got this friend!!! Also, to quote the hamilton musical (lol), "Angelica reminds you, there's someone in your corner all the way across the sea" 🥰🥰 really happy for u & always rooting for u

(Also shownu's cosmopolitan shoot...my god. He is so. Hot. But also sooooo cute, nooooooo im not strong enoughhhhh😖😖)

a;skdf showbebe T____T hellooooo my friend 🥰 thank you so much for your warm encouragement! This job certainly had its downfalls, but I’m still very grateful for the experience and the ways it helped me become stronger. I’m super excited to be starting a new chapter in a new city! I move in just a few weeks so I’m currently going thru the pain of having to pack lol. I’ve never seen hamilton but that is such a lovely quote ;;; thank you for sharing it 🥰

ahhhhhaskldjas I saw that they JUST now released the behind the scenes like a year later lollll thank u cosmo for knocking us showbebes de*d again o(-( do you have a fave look from that shoot? I really like the green jacket with the mesh shirt under,,,,,whew what a treat!

uwu I hope you’re doing swell my love!!! Is life treating you okay? If not I will run over and force it too!!! >:/ huhu if you ever need anything I’m always here for you okay? <3 Under the cut I’ve put the rest of your asks that I’ve failed to answer in a timely manner......you’re so wonderful thank you for always coming back to shout with me about shownu and to give your support T^T

True_for_you15/status/1283376119710756866?s=19 here is sn cheesing HARD after mbb sang at the wrong time 😆

ilovejujumuch/status/1346401119866507264?s=19 sn doing a sexy dance??? Maybe??? Ppl were heralding this fansign vid as him being 30 & newly liberated lol, he's so goofy i love him🥰

jeonville/status/1345668933987127296?s=19 a ridiculously good jh cpt hook edit 👀

I hope u feel better or that these links at least briefly raise ur spirits 🤗🤗 - showbebe

HOOOOOKAY THAT JOOHEON ONE THOUGH SKDJFS he’s soooo *sweats* his stage charisma is really something else lorrrrddd i need to go lie down mister lee jooheon pls spare me OTL

Just stopping by to say that you are wonderful! I saw u reblogged this rlly pretty jjong gifset - shinee's lucifer was the very 1st kpop song i heard & i was immediately drawn to jonghyun. Absolutely love his voice 😊

i hope ur doing ok - there is someone on ur side over in this corner of the internet!! Here's cute & elegant shownu to raise ur spirits: twt narangayo/status/1404804831022309397?s=20 - showbebe anon🤗

jonghyun’s voice is so so so beautiful~ it’s like being wrapped in a warm blanket next to a fire while drinking a cup of tea or hot chocolate 😊 soothing and comforting, but can still take your breath away with its power and sincerity. 

ahhh ballerina nunu !!! hehe cute ^-^ I love when he gets playful like that and just does whatever. Especially when whatever he’s done makes him smile and he gets those lil crinkles next to his eyes TT^TT

Hiiiiiiii its been a while, how are you doing?? This is showbebe anon. Our lovely dude is enlisting v soon, and i was feeling a bit bummed - but super happy he'll get time off from the hecticness of idol work & happy that he plans to still post. Thought I'd just drop by and see how you're doing! Sending u cute nunu vibes: NUGOMM/status/1335249193644904459?s=19

weeps I still can’t believe he’s enlisted. I’m like okay you’ve been gone long enough now! time to come back!!!!! but same, I’m happy he’ll have a more normal schedule and can rest and eat lots! What do you think about his nunu vlogs? I feel so spoiled that we get nunu-specific content! It was so sweet that the other members insisted on going to see him off T-T jooheon didn’t want to let him go *sobs* 

ooooooooo smiling nunu thank youuu he’s so cute ;;;;; I looooved his hair from fatal love era maybe a little too much haha now he’s (nearly) bald (but still looks so dang good hello??!! that’s shownu for you--always so handsome!)

[glamrockmonarch]

Freddie and Brian (Because I LOOOOVE how you write for sweet Bri) comfort reader when a particularly nasty Ex tries to break them down even when reader is in a relationship with Freddie and/or/Bri please!

Homemade Spaghetti - 70’s Brian May Fluff

A/N: You asked for this soooo long ago, but so nicely, I’m sorry it took all this time to get here, I hope you enjoy, I think it turned out really cute - if I might say so myself!

It was one of those foggy days, with light rain and a grey sky set upon the city. The wind did not even blow hard, as usual, mother nature seemed to be having a difficult day too; she made it clear. And she was not the only one going through a bad day. You found yourself serving tables at the café, Brian had been there earlier on his way to a lecture. That had been the only good part of your morning.

Brian had come in and waved at another one of the waitresses, a friend of yours he had met a while ago; your tall lanky looking boyfriend sat down on a booth on his own letting his bag fall on the soft seat beside him. He leant on the table and waited patiently for you as you came to hand him the menu with a smile already creeping up your face.

“Morning, Bri,” you say cheerfully, “what can I get you?”

Brian smiled up at you, not wanting to get you in trouble with your manager he smiled back and let his fingers brush against yours when he took the menu from your hands. A light blush spread through your cheeks and you pushed your hair back behind your ears so you would have something to do while he had a quick scan at the menu before ordering the usual coffee.

Seeing him before he had class was a luxury, he did not always wake up in the mood to stop by…

Today, it was only a bad omen. You served him his coffee and asked him about a gig the next week, Brian had been stressing over it but you knew he would do just fine. Anyway, Roger had already made the invitations for it, so it was a done deal whether he felt prepared or not.

As he left the café started to get busy, with that usually came tips but also rude customers. This was not the reason why you ended up crawling under a blanket with Freddie after your shift was over. No.

Your ex had been at the café. And not alone. He brought some of his friends with him, and once they spotted you they wouldn’t stop calling you back to their table. Asking for stuff, making it sound like they were getting something entirely different from you. You felt uncomfortable but your manager was always a pain in your ass, so you took it as best as you could until you had to clean up their table, with them still sitting at it.

“So tell me, love.” He leant on the table as you wiped the opposite side of the table with a cloth, his friends all sitting back on their chairs. “Have you been lonely?”

You didn’t have to look back at him to know he was eying your butt under your pants.

“I know there aren’t many men out there looking for a project,” he chuckled to himself and hit the man to his right with the back of his hand to catch his attention, “‘cause she needs serious fixing!”

As the men around the table laughed you pursed your lips to maintain some neutrality and stop from opening your mouth.

“Do you still need a paper bag to calm down?” He mocked, “Jesus...I bet you’re still a virgin. Always a fucking tease...”

“Would you like to order anything else?” You ignored the comments as best as you could.

“Yes, the check.”

You sighed and cut the note from your little notepad, leaving in on the table as you turned, but your ex reached out and stopped you.

“Y/N, I heard you dropped out. It’s a shame, really; you are such a bitch, politics would have really suited you.”

Perplexed you still somehow managed you pull your arm out of his grasp and leave through the kitchen door to take a moment to yourself.

So once they left, your friend and co-worker, Beth, came out to ask if you were okay. By that time you had composed yourself, so you nodded and went back to work. The rest of the afternoon you were uncomfortable, unable to chat up the lonely customers - which you did on the regular to encourage them to leave a proper or generous tip when they left. Instead, you counted the seconds till the end of your shift to leave, dropping your black apron on the back and pulling your bag over your shoulder after slipping your coat on.

The cool air and the drizzle made you feel uncomfortable as you walked to the bus stop, the bus arrived a few minutes later and you sat as close to the door as possible, the ride was long, you wondered if it would have been any better if you had just taken the fifteen minute walk to the boy’s place.

Their apartment building was all run down, and the bus stop closest to it dropped you off still a block away from it. You went past a brand new Tesco, a greengrocer’s, and a few other smaller shops selling alcohol or tobacco.

After going inside the boys’ building you knocked on their door and were received by a drowsy looking Roger, who stepped to the side and allowed you in with a gesture that looked just as tired as he himself did.

“Love you see you here, Y/N, but don’t think Brian’s coming home soon.” He told you in a raspy, sleepy voice.

“I don’t care... Fred?” You dropped your bad next to the entrance and put your coat on the hanger behind the door.

Freddie’s hair bounced on top of his head as he sat up in the couch, emerging from under a blanket and looking around. He was never a morning person, but then again: it was almost 7.

“Y/N?” He rubbed his eyes clean from sleep, “are you okay?”

Your friend could tell there was something wrong with the way you stood in the middle of the hall. Your arms hang at your sides aimlessly, uncomfortable. And your face seemed dull as if you were shrinking and sinking into yourself.

“I saw Steven,” you muttered.

Roger looked back at Freddie in confusion, although he was Brian’s best friend, you were Freddie’s so the drummer didn’t know what that meant. He could though, that it was something of importance by the way Freddie’s expression softened. The singer seemed to wake up at last, and Roger saw your face twist into a frown, your bottom lip quivering with emotion.

“Hey, hey…” Roger’s odd raspy voice approached you and he wrapped an arm around you to offer support. “It’s alright…” He did what he thought better; he pulled you towards the couch and sat you down with Freddie as he took a step back and sat on the armrest.

“Oh,” Freddie grabbed your hands, “do you wanna talk about it?”

You stared at your friend and felt a tear roll down your face, if it was for the things he said or for the frustration you felt, you were not sure. Finally, you shook your head and Freddie wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug as he looks up at Roger, shooing him away, mouthing a “tell you later”.

Roger left without you noticing and you stayed with Freddie in silence as you watched whatever was on. Their tv always showed a pair of lines running down across the screen, you had learned to ignore them and even miss them when you watched another tv. It was a long time before your boyfriend arrived home, by then you had been partly honest to Freddie, telling him how defenseless you felt when your ex showed up at the café.

“I couldn’t even deny serving him, he was sitting on one of my tables - it wasn’t crowded enough to ask Beth to do it…”

Freddie knew you for longer than Brian did, he was already your friend while you were still dating Steven. The reason why you broke up was that Steven grew tired of your insecurities, he hated to sit down and listen to you, but he loved to be heard. You grew tired of it too. It felt like you had nothing in common, he would forget you had made plans because he wouldn’t listen to you, he would be mad when you mentioned your photography, which was your passion, he had met your dad and was happy to know he shared some of his ideas. Your parents expected you to get into law school, become what your parents couldn’t, but you expected to become a photographer instead. It was always a struggle with them, you were constantly anxious about telling your parents you wanted to drop out, and Steven never listened, he pushed you and pushed you, he didn’t help you at all.

He judged you, and you resented it still.

Brian came in when you were about to fall asleep, Freddie looked around the couch and saw his flatmate come in, the worst part was over, you were calmer now, had gotten it off your chest...although it was obvious you needed your boyfriend’s comfort.

The guitarist spotted your coat on the hanger and your bag on the floor. He turned to the living room and saw you with eyelids heavy, head on Fred’s shoulder as you drifted into sleep.

“What did I miss?” Brian wondered, shaking his head, curls bouncing on his shoulders and around his face like a halo of black hair.

“She saw Steven,” Roger said from the hall on his way to the kitchen, “whatever that means…” he continued murmuring to himself though he was still within earshot, “‘cause nobody tells me anything anymore, “tell you later” yeah, right!”

Brian’s brows rose over his eyes. “Did she?”

Freddie nodded, you took in a deep breath and opened your eyes suddenly. Like one would do after being underwater for too long. You spotted your boyfriend in front of you and brought your hands out of the blanket, reaching out for him.

“Difficult day?” Brian wondered, coming over to your side and wrapping his arms around your frame. “what happened?”

You nuzzled into his neck and enjoyed the smell of his cologne mixed with something like dirt and grass, the smell of rain. You felt safe once again, warm in your chest and warm on your skin.

“I know he is a complete idiot...but he knows how to get under my skin.” You said without moving.

“I know,” Brian put his chin over your head and combed your soft hair over your back through its length, bringing his fingers back up and starting again over and over. “I know.”

As you sighed in his arms, feeling better you heard his stomach growl. He could be a thin boy, but you know he does not eat like one.

“Wow, you are really starving aren’t ya?” You smiled and pressed your nose on his neck, over his pulse.

He chuckled and his canines were on display, he blinked a few times and blushed. “Sorry, I’ve been at the library all afternoon, didn’t have time to eat.”

As much as you loved being in your boyfriend’s arms, you hated how much he neglected himself for his studies or for the band, sometimes spending the nights on the recording studio and the mornings at school, his eyes would be swollen and dark circles would stain his undereye with nothing for you to do, but bring him coffee when possible. Now, you felt like cooking.

“Come on, I think I can make something.” You peck his neck and pull away, patting Fred on the knee. “You too!”

All three walked into the kitchen, Roger stood near the window with a bored expression on his face as he smoked.

“Are you making dinner?” He wondered.

You nodded, looking through the cupboards the only thing you could find was pasta, so you got to work, sending Roger and Freddie out to get some ingredients at the stores around the block. While they were gone you put water on a pot and threw the pasta inside to get it going.

Brian leaned back on the sink and stared while you did so.

“You know?” You spoke suddenly, startling him, “he called me “a project”, said I needed fixing.” You drop some butter on the water and let it mix with the pasta.

Brian rolls his eyes at this, taking his hands off from the counters he steps closer to you and pulls you toward him by the waist.

“Never, love…” he shook his head, “you are not broken.”

He cleared your face of any hair as you stared up at him, willing to listen to him and believe his words.

Brian was famous amongst his friends for his eloquence.

“Sometimes if feels like I am.” You admitted in a whisper.

“That’s because you’re a romantic,” he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, “what would a good artist be without that deep existential angst?”

“I take photographs for underground bands, Brian! That it hardy artistic!” You argue as you place your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s a start!” He frowns, “don’t sell yourself short!” He boops your nose, “in any case, you do not need fixing. He wouldn’t know, I don’t think in the time he spent with you he ever got to know you the way I do.” He did not look away from your e/c eyes as he spoke, “if someone here has issues it is probably me, aren’t you the brave little one who dropped out of school and said, and I quote “suck it up” to her parents? I am still taking lectures while the band becomes a thing because I’m too scared to let my father down!”

“Oh, but it’s different…” you played with his necklaces, “you actually enjoy all of those maths and equations, and stargazing… calculation the mass of the celestial objects in the...observable universe…”

“Oh, you’ve been listening?” Brian’s brows rose and he looked surprised, although he broke into a smile right away.

“Of course I have!” You allowed yourself to have a little cheeky moment, “I love to listen to my moon and stars talk about the moon and stars…” you shrug.

Brian’s entire face became flushed and he leant to kiss your cheek in time for his friends to come back in.

“Already feeling better, I see…” Roger said placing the bags on the table.

“I think I do, Rog.” You put your head on Brian’s chest and he held you for a moment, “and you are right, Brian. He didn’t know me, whatever he thinks of me...he couldn’t know what he is talking about.”

“So, why did you need eggs again?” Roger wondered. “I thought you were making pasta.”

Sighing you and Brian let go of each other with a last glance. “I am, Rog, but what goes better with it than meatballs?”

“Wait, there are eggs in meatballs?!”

[dolcenco]

Sandy Cheeks

Zabdiel De Jesus x Reader

S/N: I was honestly shookt when I got this request bc i loooove the beach and I wasnt sure what kind of fluff u wanted so I wrote what came to mind, hope you like it, anon 💕 yay for first request!

edited it a bit bc the intro was shit :--(

italicize for flashback!

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The warmth of the sun comforted your skin as the scent of ocean breeze calms you. Nothing felt like home as much as the beach did and you wanted to live there forever. The sea, the sound of waves, the warm sand in between your toes and the laughter of children and families is what struck you most in the heart. 

You were celebrating your monthsary with your boyfriend, Zabiel and decided to celebrate in the place where it all began-the beach. 

You two were laying on the sand with your towels, reading a good book in each of your hands. You took a break from your reading and looked up from your book to take in the scenery in front of you. A smile forms in your lips, the feeling of nostalgia seeping in when an ice cream cart passes across the shore line. 

“Babe.” You nudged your boyfriends’ leg with your toe.

Zabdiel responds with a “hmmm” still fully engrossed with the book he’s reading.

“Remember the day we met?” 

You hear him chuckle, his eyes still trained to his book flipping a page, “How can I forget?”

You giggled, remembering that memory as if it just happened yesterday. 

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“I am soooo sorry! I didn’t—oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” You apologized to the stranger for the 100th time in a minute. It was record-breaking and it was all your brothers’ fault.

You and your family were at the beach, the sun was shining and the water was crystal clear. You wanted to enjoy and relax when your brother thought that pulling a prank on you would make him a genius. Lounging in one of the beach lawn chairs reading your book in silence, your amazing brother dumped a bucket of sand on top of your head before running away from your wrath.

As pay-back, you thought that sneaking up on your brother from behind by dumping sand in his swimming shorts was a great idea. Until you do it to a stranger.

“It’s okay, estoy bien” He smiles sweetly, reassuring you that it was no problem even though he was scratching his bottom furiously because of itch the sand caused.

“I’m so sorry, I thought you were my brother—“ You rambled, you see him patting his behind, his ass, in attempt to remove the sand and you wanted to help.

“—let me help you with that” You said, patting on his shorts but then stop midway as soon as you realize that you were basically touching his ass. You pulled your hands back immediately in panic for touching a strangers’ ass. “I’M SO SORRY OH MY GOD”

The stranger laughed and shook his head, “It’s okay really,”

“I’ll make it up to you! Uhm, do you want ice cream? lunch? a back massage? i’ll do anything you waaant!”

He raised a brow at your offer, “Really? You’ll do anything?” He smirks.

“Yeah anything, but no funny business!” You warned and he chuckles.

“Hmm may be you can tell me your name first?” You blinked and was confused by his request but you introduced yourself anyway.

“I’m (y/n),” you smiled at him raising your hand.

He smiles back at you, shaking your hand, “Zabdiel”

“So (y/n), maybe to repay me for dumping sand in my ass, maybe you wanna get some ice cream and go get some dinner tomorrow evening, if you’re free?” He asks, looking at you expectantly, biting his lips. You thought he was cute and oh how could you say no to that face?

You smiled at his offer, “Love to,”

You both walked down the beach, making your way to the small ice cream cart. “So, is it too early to call you sandy cheeks?” You tell him, giggling. He chuckles at the nick name and shook his head, “Not at all,”

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“And I didn’t stop calling you sandy cheeks!” You laughed hard at the memory. He shook his head in amusement with a smile on his face.

“Come here, cutie.” He motions you to come closer, his hand holding his book, while the other reaches for you. You cuddled in his arms as he kissed your forehead.

“I love you, “

You kissed his bare chest, “I love you too”

Suddenly you felt Zabdiel spank your ass, leaving two sandy hand prints on both your bottom cheeks. You gasped at him and he smirks.

“Who has the sandy cheeks now, babe?”

[cinaminho]

Love for sell: J-hope ,

PT (2)

"What if I wasn't faking it at all?"

J-(hoe)pe x Reader, highschool au

Genre: SO FLUFFY MAAAN *yoongi voice* 💞

~7 AM at Your house~

Authors POV:

You trudged down the cold wooden steps of your home with messy hair and a mind still filled with sleep barely being able to maintain your balance but you managed to make it past the final step of your staircase that led to your front door. You slowly opened it to reveal a very awoke and happy Hoseok and seeing him made your eyes widen a bit , just seeing his smile awoke you a little more and gave you this unknown burst of energy "Hoseok" you chirped not caring about your current messy bed head state and it looked as if Hoseok was gonna say something but changed his mouth form to say something else as he slightly frowned "Y/n you aren't ready?" You snorted "we have an hour and I only need 7 minutes- 10 tops plus I drive now , come up with me and don't worry my parents leave for work at 6 AM so they're not here." You said as Hoseok followed you up stairs to your room. You opened your door with a gust of cool wind hitting you both instantly "I have no idea where that came from" you mumbled letting Hobi walk in first and you following before closing your door behind you, Hobi jumped and turned towards you with a panicked expression as you soon held your hands out in front of you slightly "Relax I just closed my door I'm not gonna hurt you" you said carefully "n-no I just... Never been a girls room especially with the door closed is all" you smiled gently and motioned for him to sit on your Queen sized bed. He analyzed your room he thought it'd be all pink and girly for some reason but instead it was a comfy yet slightly glamorous vibe to it.

"So I was thinking that we wouldn't change your appearance too much but just a few things that's it" you explained while clapping your hands as you finished your sentence "change a few things like?.. " he trailed off "We trade in the suspender pants for some jeans... Your shirt is fine just add a jacket.. Maybe?" You paced back and forth examining Him as his eyes followed your movements. "Ahh Nice, except I don't own such items" "I was afraid you might say that soooo I took the liberty of going to buy some things DO NOT think about paying me back. I bought belts too just in case so here" You tossed the bag to Hobi and he caught it with one hand and no struggling "you got a good arm you'd be good at football you know" and now it was His turn to snort "no thank you risking getting hurt and never recovering is a sacrafice I'm not willing to make" you laughed "touche however, you should go change that door between my closet and TV is my bathroom I'll wait here of course" you smiled "be back in a sec" and you hummed in response. About 3 minutes passed and you sat on your bean bag chair waiting for Hobi to reappear, In that time you thought how sweet he was, how his hair shined ,and his perfect rosey cheek ,with the gentlest voice and aura about him...you smiled to yourself and soon you looked up to see him directly in front of you causing you to jump a bit "oh sorry I didn't mean to startle you" he chuckled but all you could do was stair at his new outfit. His floral bomber Jacket went well with his White T-shirt and ,slightly rolled up light blue jeans that fitted him not too much but also too little and to top it off his already white shoes tide it all together even more and you were almost drooling.

~Hobi's Outfit~

"So?" Hoseok finally said as he thought you had enough time to analyze his appearance "damn Playboy" you mumbled "pardon?" "Huh- what? Oh I said you look good" you quickly stood up looking at Hobi in his eyes and they were so beautiful in the slightly dim room due to it being cloudy outside . You were now so close his nose could touch your forehead if you weren't looking up at him you didn't know he was this close to you until now.. Not that you minded "you clean up good Hobi" you mumbled as you smiled and messing with his bangs a little "thank you Y/n... Should we head out?" "Uh of course right after I get dressed , fix my hair and brush my teeth" you giggled as Hobi checked his watch "we still have 35 minutes go on" he said shoooing you away.

It took about 15 minutes this time around because your hair was such a mess but you were finally ready .

~Your Outfit~

(If you don't like.. Whoops, add ya own shoes)

"Ready" you said putting on your sunglasses and heading towards your bedside table drawer to grab your keys. You didn't notice but Hobi was staring at you the same way you did him as he followed you out your bedroom "close my door behind you please" you said and he quickly did so and soon Came downstairs, you locked the front door as you both came out and headed to your car.

Once inside you both buckled up and the first 2 minutes were silence until Hobi broke it "Anything I need to know before we really do this?" You raised your eyebrows still looking at the road ahead as you drove "like things to do and say and not..." He looked at you "ohhh that? Pshh no the main thing is not to let anyone intimidate you, don't back down because most of the time the 'tough' are softer than sheep Wool ,kill them with kindness if you want and as for girls they loooove a charmer" you explained as Hobi nodded understanding "Hobi I don't want you to fake too much I want you to be yourself as much as possible" you quickly glanced at him "myself isn't popular though... This isn't me already" he mumbled while gesturing to hie clothes "do you want to change back?" You asked him "no" you nodded "do you like the clothes?" "Yes" you smiled "then this is you. A new one" he chuckled "do you like the new me then?" You quickly looked at him shocked and he added "as a friend I mean" you looked a little at ease "well.. I like you either way" you said softly looking at him as you came to a stop sign. His eyes widened "really?" You giggled "yes so, if you wanna go back to how you used to be that'd be just fine with me" he grinned "thank you Y/n" as you looked back at the road "mhmm and think I've never noticed you I always seen you around since 8th grade but believe it or not I didn't approach you because you didn't seem like you wanted to be bothered" you explained. Hoseok looked at you in disbelief " me? What about you? Your body guards made me the same way towards you" he laughed "who Jalen and the other boys?... They think they are protecting me but I can hold my own you know? Besides I like everyone I treat everyone how I wanna be treated" Hoseok just nodded in understanding. "By the way don't be afraid to ruffle his feathers.. Jalen's that is, show him 2 can play this game mmk?" You said "got it" you smiled as you pulled into your schools parking lot. "Well this is it you ready?" You asked looking at Hobi while taking your keys out of the ignition and grabbing your bag and he smiled at you "since 8th grade".

~inside school~

You guys walked in and of course you turned heads but he did even more and he was surprisingly okay, you looked at everyone with a genuine smile as usual "wink" you mumbled so Hobi could hear "gotcha" he whispered under his breath as you smiled up at him as he winked at you first making you feel shakey with happiness 'easy girl' you thought. He winked and some girls gasped as he grinned looking ahead 'this is working!' He thought to himself.

The moment came were you stopped at your locker which was on the same side as Hobi's but devided by the hallway and of course your friends were there and of course some were facing your direction as other's backs were facing you both. "Hey heyy" you said happily "wassup.. Yo who told you to bring-" Jalen was soon cut off by you "me" you said nonchalantly ,Hobi nodded at Jalen making him growl lowly "good job" you whispered as Jalen turned away. "So tell me... What's your name?" Your friend Aubrielle said as she came towards You and hoseok, you rolled your eyes 'this hoe' you thought "I'm Hoseok Jung, you can call me Hobi though" you looked at him surprised he was handling all so well no stuttering, no blushing, no shyness either! It was like he was born for this but then again, he did say he'd been ready for this since 8th grade. "Well Hobi I'm Aubrielle and your date to the party this Saturday" she winked "girl- I know you-" you started to say but Hobi soon finished "sorry but I'm going with Y/n" he smiled "you are?" She asked "mhmm" you smiled proudly "are you guys like.... " she raised her eyebrows looking between you two "yes- wait what do you mean?" You asked "a couple" she finished....

.......

"Well yeah" you said surprisingly confident and Hobi looked at you smiling "when the hell did this happen!!?" Jalen yelled hitting the locker a little hard causing everyone to back up a bit "lower the voice" you warned as he came towards you both, you grabbed Hoseok's hand and squeezed it slightly he instantly knew it was 'stand your ground time'. "You think you somebody now cause you're dating her?" he said getting in Hoseok's face "been somebody just better known now" Hoseok said happily and you could tell he was killing him with kindness.. A great method if you have the patience to play nice "and to answer your previous question it happened last week, we've been meeting up for study dates and we made it official yesterday by the school gates" you smiled widley and Hobi did as well but Jalen did not seem to care "anyways. . . You're still broken languaged trash so head back home to China yeah?" Jalen said making Hoseok frown "easy Jalen" you warned "his English is spectacular unlike yours hence why you can't pass a single language or pronunciation test go fucking study.. you need it you bastard" you seethed pushing past him and pulling Hobi along. "By the way it's Korea not China" Hoseok turned his head to say with a Wink.

Hoseok was shocked like everyone who had witnessed what just happened you really weren't one to play with.

Soon your first class bell rang and when you both walked in the teacher wasn't there and only a few other students were. Sprawled on desk, chairs ,the window base, you and Hobi went to your seats, you sat in the very back on the right near the window as he sat in the middle of the first row on the opposite side, you looked at him and decided to move beside him . Hobi looked at you surprised "I wanna sit next to more 'boyfriend' " you said winking at him making him blush for the first time since you'd seen each other today "hold on let me get my bag" you quickly scurried to the other side of the room. Just then Jalen came in with the other guys and Hoseok looked at him before rolling his eyes and looking in his bag but soon he seen hands on his desk and a shadow over him. He looked up glaring at the person who he already knew was Jalen "what're you tryna prove boy?" Jalen whispered dangerously low to Hoseok "nothing.. what're you trying to prove?" He smirked and Jalen sighed "you'll never be one of us" he motioned to himself and the boys behind him making hoseok laugh lighlty "trust me I'm not trying to be" "then why are you all of a sudden hanging around Y/n?" Hoseok leaned towards looking Jalen directly in the eyes "because I can" he smirked "you can't and you won't Continue to" Jalen growled

"says whom? " every comment Hoseok said made Jalen's blood boil "because I said so" he said lowly while slightly hitting the desk but not phasing Hoseok one bit. That's when you came back "what's going on? Jalen mo-" "nono Y/n let us talk" Hobi said as you watched them closely while sitting down "you were saying?" Hoseok chirped "you won't continue hanging around Y/n that's it" Hobi just sighed leaning back in his chair "but I will" he countered.

Jalen smirked and walked to the side of Hobi and crouching down to his his ear level "no you won't because I know your secret. I know you paid Y/n for this 'act' I'm not sure how much but it had to be a hell of a lot... So unless you want everyone to know how desperate you are for popularity... You'll go back to being the nobody you always were, and still are despite this facade" Jalen said before standing up completely "show your face at that party Saturday and it all comes out" he simply said ...Hoseok wasn't going out like this "As I said before... I've been somebody and as for your little proposition.. I'll sleep on it" He said glaring up at Jalen but Jalen simply shrugged with his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Although he was still confident Hoseok did slightly start to doubt his plan... Did he want to embarrass himself? Embarrass you?

"What happened?" He heard a whispered voice and a soft tap on his shoulder and he took a moment before he answered "maybe we should cancel all this" Hoseok mumbled looking at his fingers that sat in the desk top "what? No! absolutely not, what did Jalen say to you?" You asked "he says he knows something about our deal and says if I show my face at the party Saturday... He'll expose it all". You Shook your head "nah.. Not happenin ,I won't let it and we're still going through with this... He wants to send threats then let's show him who's the puppet masters" you said smirking. "You still wanna do this?" He asked surprised "hell yeah I do don't you?" He was a little weary "yes but-" "no buts babyboy we got this , I got you, and you don't worry about anything but showing up and looking handsome" you said while leaning over touching his chin and boy did his heart skip a beat "I can do that" he said.

"You're going down Hoseok" Jalen growled lowly from the back of the class at what he just witnessed.

"You're going down Jalen" you said to yourself so only you could hear.

Hobi knew in this act someone's cover would be blown and he hoped that it wasn't his nor yours because he didn't wanna let his and your work go to waste, especially his because he'd waited for this for 5 years and being near you was so much fun even though it was fake... That is if it was even just fake anymore because to him it was becoming slightly more and he wondered if maybe just maybe if you felt the same.

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Whew chile the Cliff hangers. I like what I'm doing here and THANK YOU GUYS FOR LIKING MY STORIES 💞 OOF we're off to a good start I thought no one would know my stories existed. PT 3. Will be up some time.

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LOST rewatch (season 3):

[follow the entire rewatch-tag here]

episode 1 – A Tale of Two Cities:

Time for Dooooowntooooown!!!

“So I guess I’m out of the book club.”

Aaaah it’s THAT Jack flashback episode aka the lowest he’s ever been aka

It’s not that Matthew Fox is a bad actor… it’s just that everyone else on the show is better than him. It becomes even more apparent with the presence of Michael “I single-handedly invented acting” Emerson being around there to stay now.

Sawyer solving the bear cage puzzle is so cute I wanna hug him.

episode 2 – The Glass Ballerina:

Awwww yaaaaas Ben’s round glasses jkdgnidfgnoidsfg

It always baffles me how long it takes for the credits to finish. Going on minute 8 of this episode and they still rolling.

It’s Sally Slingshot

Only Ben Linus can use a camping chair as a dramatic prop

“My name is Benjamin Linus and I’ve lived on this island all my life.”

episode 3 – Further Instructions:

John being speechless after seeing naked Desmond running through the jungle – #same

Wait… is that the sweat lodge episode? If so it means sweaty topless Terry O’Quinn and my body is absolutely and 100% ready!!!

Charlie just made the same “you don’t call, you don’t write” joke on John that he already pulled on Eko

It’s probably the only totally… useless John flashback. Like… we don’t really learn anything about his character that we didn’t already know. I still enjoy every second of John screentime we get but… I wish they had used this one for something else.

“amendable for coercion” is probably what Ben has written in John’s file as well

episode 4 – Every Man For Himself:

Oh shut up Charlie, you jealous ass.

It’s the episode in which Ben knocks Sawyer out with his phallic baton.

“the big kahuna”

First time appearance of the true star of the show: bunny #8

I love that of all the characters on the show, Sawyer’s the one who reads every book he can get his hands on.

Murder cactus hair!!!

Ben’s Bunny Bag™!!!

episode 5 – The Cost of Living:

Sexy linen outfit, Ben! Love the abundance of chest hair!

“Do you believe in God, Jack?” – “Do you?” – “Two days after I found out I had a fatal tumour on my spine a spinal surgeon fall out of the sky, and if that’s not proof of God then I don’t know what is.”

“I guess he’ll be expecting us.”

episode 6 – I Do:

Yet another bad wig for Evangeline Lilly

Random Nathan Fillion

I love the cage frickle frackle scene

Nice psychological warfare, Benjamin fucking Linus!

episode 7 – Not In Portland:

 I love Juliet’s curly hair <3

“I’m Tom btw.” – nice timing, Tom!

RICHARD ALPERT!!!

Ben just lying there, chilling with his back cut open… getting some fresh air on that spine.

There it is: Angel Hair Pasta story 2.0

“I wanna know what he said. You owe me an answer.” Good God what is it with Jack and this overly possessive behaviour? Why does he always have to know everything about the women in his life?!?!?! That’s not healthy, Jack!

episode 8 – Flashes Before Your Eyes:

More Desmond, hell yes!

istg that blue semi-unbuttoned shirt is such an iconic look for Desmond and it’s also hot as fuck

OF COURSE Charlie is playing Wonderwall

episode 9 – Stranger In A Strange Land:

The worst episode yet it gives us topless Benjamin Linus.

Seriously, I have hardly anything else to say about this one.

“Your bedside manner leaves something to be desired, Jack.”

Good fucking God, Jack you entitled self-righteous asshole!

episode 10 – Tricia Tanaka Is Dead:

Roger Workman!

Where’s Sayid btw?!??!?! Haven’t seen him in a while!

Aaaah there he is my bebe Sayid!!!

“SHUT UP! Red…. Neck… Man….”

episode 11 – Enter 77:

It’s the Mikhail Bakunin episode!!!

Oh wait…. Is that a Sayid episode? The one with the cat that I had completely forgotten about until now?!?!?!

I loves Sayid’s flashback hair in this episode.

NOT EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY, JOHN!!!

Oh John, what is it with you and beeping computers?

episode 12 – Par Avion:

“Remind me why we’re keeping him alive?” – “What do you suggest? We shoot him like a dog?” – “No. I like dogs.”

I love you, Danielle!

“The John Locke I know was…” nice time travel foreshadowing

Claire’s aunt is such an asshole!

John throwing Mikhail through the sonic fence is my jam!

DADDY SHEPHARD!

Okay but… if you can just go over the fence? Then why does Smokey not just… fly over it?!

episode 13 – The Man From Tallahassee:

OH NO NOT THAT EPISODE!!! Right in the feels!!!

John finally reunited with his future island husband.

The bedroom scene! Yassss!!!

“The man from Tallahassee? What is that, some kind of code?” – “No, John, unfortunately we don’t have a code for: there’s a man in my closet with a gun to my daughter’s head. Although we obviously should.” FUCK YAAAAS!!!!

“I know you, John Locke. […] Tell me John, did it hurt?” – “I felt my back break. What do you think?”

I like Tom Friendly – he really lives up to his name.

I can’t believe that Jack – the only doctor the survivors have – wants to leave the island all because Kate fucked Sawyer. Sounds like something a guy would do who’d detonate a hydrogen bomb because his girlfriend left him.

Ben and John out-sassing and manipulating each other is foreplay tbh.

“I was born on this island…” LIAR!

THE MAGIC BOX!!!! Fgnidgnidflsgnlkdd FUUUUUCK!!!! SHIT’S GETTING REAL!!!

Also a very rare occasion in which Ben’s beautiful face has no wounds, scratches, bruises…

You can see I adore this episode by how much I have to say about it even if it’s just a ramble of feels

And now it’s bondage John!

“And then you came striding out of the jungle, John, to make my dream come true.”

episode 14 – Expose:

Wow… I can’t believe I’m already that far down into my rewatch.

Unpopular opinion: I actually love Expose. It’s so… useless and dorky that it’s amazing!

“I’m just a guest star and we all know what happens to guest stars.”

It’s Boone and Shannon *cries forever*

I can’t believe someone called Maggie Grace and told her “hey, we know you got totally screwed over and we killed your character before you could have any substantial character development but… we need you back for an episode, you gotta scream your fucking lungs out of your body once more!”

Seriously…. This is the creepiest death on the whole show.

episode 15 – Left Behind:

Hahahaha it’s the one where Hurley tricks Sawyer into being nice

I loooove Cassidy and I love they mirrored this flashback with the Kate-and-Juliet-are-handcuffed-together episode

“My name is Kate.”

episode 16 – One Of Us:

It’s the one where Ben is very very creepy

That’s probably the only episode in which I can somehow understand the people who dislike Ben…. But I still love my dear rat boy!

episode 17 – Catch 22:

Ooowwww I love Desmond episodes

Oh Kate…why?!?!

I deadass forgot the whole freighter plot, like… I knew Miles & Co. where about to appear but I forgot how this whole thing started

episode 18 – D.O.C.:

Jin’s the only one who has a nice dad and a terrible mother

Also I just typed “John” instead of “Jin” which makes me wonder: where’s my bald jungle baby?

Aaaah first mention of fake 815

episode 19 – The Brig:

Fuuuuuck I’M NOT READY!!!

They made me miss my dear John for two (three?) entire episodes only to come back with this to totally rip my heart out

The “previously on” bit already wrecks me

IT’S THE PINS AND NEEDLES SCENE!!! Also known as: Ben tries this “flirting” all the cool kids are talking about.

Terry’s looking hot as fuck in that entire episode

Ben knocking out Anthony Cooper with his walking stick is my aesthetic.

Danielle causally poppin by to get some dynamite

“little hot for heaven, isn’t it?” – I would looooove this whole red herring if it weren’t for the “they were dead the whole time”-crowd

God that Anthony Cooper = The OG Mister Sawyer reveal is AMAZING!

“I thought I was special.” – “Well, everyone makes mistakes.”

Yes, James, KILL THAT ASSHOLE!!!

“I’m on my own journey now.”

episode 20 – The Man Behind The Curtain:

My precious Carrie Preston!

Uncle Horace

“Call him Benjamin.”

“You are the man behind the curtain – the wizard of Oz. And you’re a liar.”

Namaste!

Sterling Beaumon was the best casting choice for baby Ben!!!

Mikhail Bakunin still running like the devil’s chasing him (literally, kinda, considering Smokey revived him.)

John: [Ben] and I are going to see Jacob. – Everyone else: Wuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?

Ben really has a history of very shitty birthdays.

And this is making me very emotional because it reminds me of the “video of tears and pain” which makes me wanna cry my fucking soul out.

“Kinda hard to celebrate on the day you killed you mom.” Oh fuck off, Roger.

Ben’s Bunny Bag™ back in action

“I don’t wanna go back there. I hate it there.”

The way Richard talks to baby Ben is soooo similar to the way Ben talks to John I’m gonna scream!!!

Okay but this is no kiddon the best episode of this entire show so far. Like… Nothing that happened up until this point compares to this!!!

I FORGOT ABOUT BEN SPEAKING TO AN EMPTY CHAIR!!!!

Still baffles me they thought they could slap some fake hair and make-up on Emerson’s face and make him look like a 20yo – when he was already older than Ben is in our now-timeline… like… was there no 20yo actor with a big nose and bug eyes around?!?!

“Goodbye, Dad!”

“The Dharma Initiative. They came here seeking harmony, but they couldn't even coexist with the Island's original inhabitants. And when it became clear that one side had to go, one side had to be purged, I did what I had to do. I was one of the people that was smart enough to make sure that I didn't end up in that ditch, which makes me considerably smarter than you, John.”

John Locke seriously bringing a knife to a gun fight!

alright kiddos, I am #fucked up now.

episode 21 – Greatest Hits:

How many episodes actually start with someone running through the jungle?

Danielle just showing up to blow something up!

According to Jack this is day 90? So it takes another 18 days for them to actually get off the island at that point?!?! Wow.

Guess that’s the end of bunny #8

episodes 22 & 23 – Through the Looking Glass:

OH MY GOD IT’S THE FIRST FLASH FORWARD!!!

“WE HAVE TO GO BACK, KATE!!!!”

“I’m a dentist. I am not Rambo.” – I love these two so much!!

Can you believe they thought it was a good idea to give Ben round glasses that make his eyes look even bigger than they already are? He looks like straight out of a manga.

There really is a lot of fatphobia in this episode.

It’s taller ghost Walt

ALEX AND DANIELLE MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!! WELP!!!

Ben letting himself be tackled and punched by Jack is such a power move. I am 100% convinced he let it happen on purpose because it’s already canon that he can easily knock out friggin Sawyer!!!

NOT PENNY’S BOAT

From Ben’s perspective this is once again John “striding out of that jungle to make my dream come true”

“I don’t wanna shoot you.”

Remember when you watched that finale for the first time and didn’t know all the time it was a flash forward and not a flashback?!?!? And then Kate steps out of that car and you were all like WOOOOAAAAHHHH?!?!?!

Remember when you didn’t know whose funeral they were talking about?!?!?!

That last scene was the first time I found Jack actually likable and relatable!

WE HAVE TO GO BACK!!!

[laceyeb]

The whole experience.

Even though Ive already shared so much, I’m going to try to think of anything else I’ve got!

First of all, after two days of not enough sleep, no proper meals, 10+ hours of driving, more excitement than my little heart can handle, and too many long stretches of sitting, standing and walking, I’m in serious need of a nap. I will not be setting an alarm for tomorrow morning and possibly sleeping until noon.

I already chronicled my fairly uneventful morning wandering the city stalking them. Saw Artem get off the bus. Saw Rashad working out outside the buses and spied on him from the top floor of the parking garage. Saw Emma, Sasha, and Ruby get in a car. Walked past Artur (now I REALLY wish I had stopped and said hi to him!!!). And that was it.

Fast forward: I got to the VIP check in spot about half an hour early. I was the first one there because I’m me, but then a little family showed up just a couple minutes later. Mom, dad, and two girls who are 12 and maybe 8. They were soooo excited! I’m not much of a socializer, but I can socialize with 12 year olds so I started chatting with them. They said it was their first time and I told them it was my third so they started asking me all sorts of questions. (We basically bonded the whole rest of the night, except during the actual show because we weren’t sitting by each other, and now they’re my “new family.”) We saw Sharna and Lindsay walk by across the street to the buses like they owned the place and we all almost fell over! The girls were especially excited to meet Emma and really wanted to see her at the meet and greet. I was sure Emma would be there, but I didn’t want to say that and get their hopes up just in case she wasn’t! At one point, the mom and girls went to find a bathroom, came back, and then the dad went and took his turn. He came back and showed them his phone and said, “Look at this!” He ran into Emma on his way back and got a picture with her! It was too funny! The girls were very jealous!

So we all went inside, bonded for a while and waited for the dancers to show up for the meet and greet. They finally did and we were in group 1 and waiting right in the right spot. They were the first ones through and I was second.

This was probably my favorite meet and greet yet! Got to meet Rashad, so that was the highlight obviously. But I’ve also been dying to meet Emma and Keo and I got both! (There were some girls in line behind me outside complaining about Keo and hoping he wasn’t part of it, so I’m kinda glad he was.) And Lindsay is just an adorable bonus, though I met her at my first tour. At the other meet and greets, most of the pros who were there were kinda distracted and not too engaging, but this time they were definitely excited to be there! (My new mom was so jealous when I told her I’ve met Val, but he was just kinda meh both times to be totally honest. I love him, but it just wasn’t as exciting as I would have hoped.) Keo was especially energetic and outgoing. I was already a fan, but I love him even more now! And it’s not like an act he puts on around fans. You can tell it’s just genuinely the way he is. So excited to be alive!

Mingled with Hayley for just a second because I mingled with her last time, too. Set out to find Artur and I’m glad I did! Since I walked past him on the sidewalk and got close enough to smell him, I knew I had to go for a hug. I figured he probably doesn’t get as much love as the others, so I was like, “I’m so glad you were at this show and I get to meet you!” And he started going on about how HE was so happy to be there and meeting the fans is the best part and his favorite thing and then randomly said how he didn’t know Oakland was like 20 minutes from San Francisco and asked if I was local. I told him I had to drive about 5 hours and I don’t remember what he said to that. Very happily got my picture!

Did my souvenir shopping and put my whole pile of stuff in my bag. My new mom saw me and said, “This isn’t your first time at the rodeo, is it?”

Finally got to the seats and I knew I was 3 rows back, but still couldn’t believe it! My new family came to check out my spot with me and they were jealous! But they were sitting about where I sat the last two times which is a good spot!

As far as the actual show, it was a blur of course! I think I actually liked the last two I saw a little better because there was a little more variety in styles than there was in this one. Some highlights I can remember: Artem and Britt did some sort of salsa type think I really liked. Alan and Lindsay did some sort of samba type thing I LOVED! Alan and Sharna doing the despacito one was obviously so hot. One of my favorites! (They really do have spectacular chemistry. But Sharna had great chemistry with Alan AND Keo AND Artem AND Artur so…) I thought I took a video of the first part of it, but I must have not clicked the button! UGH! But there are plenty of decent quality videos floating around so I’ll live. I did not even glance at Emma and Artem once in that dance. Oops. I think I liked Alan and Sharna’s Argentine tango better though. That was super duper hot and I was totally mesmerized. I couldn’t believe how many dances they did with the boys in those uniforms they wore! Emma and Keo did something that I think was rumba-like that I loved. They have great chemistry, too! I said this last night and I’ll say it again: Hands down my favorite to watch on stage is Keo. (With Sharna obviously in second followed by Alan, Artur, Hayley, and surprisingly Sasha.) He is just so passionate when he moves and it all just pours out of him. It’s absolutely incredible. Like if everyone else was at 100%, he was at least at 250%. And he was so kind and genuine with everyone he met outside. He is just a good human being. Sharna and Artem’s dance was HOT. Seriously. I am not a Red Velvet shipper, but they damn near converted me. WOW. Sharna and Artur doing the blindfold dance was also rather hot and steamy. Big fan of that one. He’s a great performer, too. Really gets into the character of each individual dance. Sharna interviewing the princes was awesome!!! She’s just so hilarious. I know everything they say is basically scripted and they do it the same every night, but it’s still so funny and doesn’t come across as scripted at all I don’t think. We learned that Artur, the newest prince, likes long walks on the beach and can cook so he’s a total catch (but I will fight you for him). The thing with Artem getting all up in her space and her getting all flustered was kind of adorable and too funny. And of course Alan likes older women. (I chickened out and didn’t yell pick me, but I met him afterwards so it’s all good.) Emma and Rashad did their Viennese waltz and I looooved that one. There was a little thing with Sasha and Rashad going back and forth about Emma with Rashad teasing about how he got to dance with her every week. I enjoyed it too much because MY crack ship is Emma and Rashad for sure. No shame. Also Britt and Keo’s dance was so beautiful. Maybe my favorite of the whole night even! And I told Britt how much I loved it when I met her!

The “after party”: Earlier in the night when I was bonding with my new family, my new “little sisters” were talking about how the dancers go outside after the show and take pictures and they wanted to do that. Their parents weren’t convinced so I was like, “Yeah. They really do.” I didn’t think they would stay, but I ran into them outside afterwards and we all squeezed up in front together and waited. I was so excited waiting for them to come out and the girls were like, “Why are you so excited?! You’ve seen them before!” I tried to explain to them that it’s just as exciting every time! And I’ve definitely never waited at the buses before. We waited impatiently, all of us shaking with excitement! Artur was first out and man is he pretty. My pictures with him absolutely do not do him justice. He remembered meeting me inside! Next out was Sasha. Very friendly and personable. Total selfie-taking pro. He was like, “You want a picture? I got this.” And grabbed my phone and took it for us. Actually, most of the guys grabbed my phone and did the picture for us. They were also more outgoing and more “touchy feely” (for lack of a better phrase) than the girls. Like they just got right up in our business and I did not hate it. Then came Artem. Pictures also do not do him justice. He is a beautiful man. Holy crap. And super sweet and friendly! He asked everyone how they enjoyed the show and all that. Very nice! Also one of my best pictures is with him! Then came Keo! Again, amazing. He is just the happiest guy. So kind to everyone he met and so happy to talk to everyone. Also very very attractive in person. Emma was next and I saw her ring up close and in person and it’s so pretty! This was when she told me she lost her Shad Squad shirt and that Rashad needed to get her a new one. My new family started to leave then because Emma was the highlight for them, but then Lindsay came out like 30 seconds later and they came running back. While we were waiting our turn for Lindsay, Sharna came out! Everyone went nuts. She got on the bus and I didn’t think she would come back out. She did and then she was chatting with a crew member. Me and one of the girls were muttering, “Over here, Sharna! Come over here, Sharna! Come on! Come here!” The mom said, “Lindsay’s like right there!” Lindsay got a kick out of that. Britt came around next. Very nice. So pretty. (Seems to be the theme of the night.) Told her I loved her dance with Keo and she seemed so grateful to hear that! Very cool! And then Sharna Burgess herself made her way around to me. It was like a dream. She is a million times prettier in person. And as genuinely happy and kind as it is possible to be. Told her how much I loved her and James and she said, word for word, “Aww. Thank you. He was my favorite, too. I love that man.” Surprised my new family didn’t have to pick me up off the ground then. I was a little flustered now because Alan came out at some point, too, and started at the opposite end of the line from Sharna and they met right in front of me!!! Like you can see Sharna in my pictures with Alan. (Was it fate?! I think it was fate.) Also, Alan is too cute. Good grief. Another one of my better pictures. I told him he was the one I was most excited to meet, but I have no idea what he said to me after that. He took me phone and took the picture for us. (Dude. I’m just now processing the fact that all these people actually touched my phone. The same phone I touch all the time. Omg…) All that matters is that I hugged Alan and I got my picture with him and I’m happy! And saving the best for last… Rashad. I’ve said this multiple times now, but he is absolutely beautiful (inside and out) and smells like heaven. When I’m meeting them, I’m so nervous and flustered all the time. With him I made a point of looking him in the eyes and talking to him and telling him how happy I was to meet him and he was so sweet. Another amazing guy. (Sharna going on about how she’s single when she’s got all these perfect guys to choose from. I’ll take whichever one she doesn’t want. I’m not picky.) Hayley was hanging around a bit and had gone onto the bus. I left after meeting Rashad because he was the last one I had left to meet besides Hayley, but I met her inside. Not sure if she actually came out or not. But assuming she did, I am still in total shock that every single one of them actually came to take pictures. I figured some of the guys would (Keo, Rashad, Alan, Artur) and I was perfectly satisfied with that. But I met EVERY SINGLE ONE. I still think it was a dream, but I know it wasn’t because my Shad Squad shirt still kinda smells like the man himself.

And that’s the end. Holy crap did I have a lot to say! Obviously, the highlight was waiting outside and meeting them all. Cross that off the bucket list for sure. I am so so so glad I decided to do that. Made the entire trip worth it! And now I’m ready for the next tour!

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SPIN THE BOTTLE (#43)

Pairing; (Tom!Peter Parker x Reader)

Not much to say except thank you so much for my FIRST EVER request. Requested by Anon, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings; none really… I (a lot of different kinds of ) kissing, (implied under aged drinking?)

BF/N: Best Friend’s Name

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“Come on Y/N it’ll be soooo much fun!” Your best friend BF/N says dragging you down the hall.

“Why would I want to come to one of those crowded high school parties? To get hungover? I mean WHAT is the goal?” You said as you two walked into your next classroom.

“That’s why it’s gonna be a small party, like, inner circle only. Just a small group of friends. Aaand who ever you wanna invite of course.”

You thought about it. First period was half over when Peter busted through the door and awoke you from your thoughts.

He apologized to the teacher, shyly as always. He sat down in the seat behind you and buried his head in a notebook. Trying to reflect everyone’s glares.

You leaned back so your hair das dangling on his desk. “So what’s the excuse this time Parker?”

“I uh- I I got in late last night. So I uh you know slept through my alarm. ” he said quietly.

You and peter’s history was slim but you’ve known each other ever since you could remember. You lived relatively close to each other as well so if you could give him another friend besides Ned, you were gonna do it.

During lunch you waved Peter over to your table where you sat with a group of friends.

“Uh Why are you waving that dork over to our table?” BF/N says.

“He’s coming to the party.” She rolls her eyes. “What? He’s cool. He’s shy. He’s kind. And hilarious to say the least… you just got to get to know him.”

“I think someone’s in loooove”

You scoff. “No. He’s just a good friend, BF/N. I’ve known him my whole life.”

Peter sat next to you.

“Hey guys. ” he says looking over at you as he sits down next to you.

“Hey. Are you busy tomorrow night? ” you ask.

“No wh-”

You answer before he has time to question it.. “Good, because you are coming to a party with me. ” you state, smiling over at him.

He starts to say something.

“Ah ah ah. No. It’s not a question P. Your going. It won’t be a crowded party. Just some drinks, some music, and some games. ”

“Uh..” he starts..

“C'monnn ” you pull at his arm…“ Pleeeeassee.”

He locks eyes with you for a second.

“Ohokay’ ” he finally says.

- Time Skip -

You had met at BF/N ’s house a few hours before the party was going to start. When you and BF/N we’re setting up, you got a phone call.

“Uh Y/N?” You heard Peter say over the phone.

“Hey! Peter what’s up?”

“Uhum what do I wear?”

You laughed a little. “Anything P, it’s just casual. It’s not some big party.”

“Okay. Um and what do I bring?”

“Nothin. Just be here at seven.”

“Okay. ” He said, then hung up.

-

It’s about fifteen minutes after seven and you were talking to someone when Peter walked in.

“Hey! ” You walked up to him.

“Hi.” He says.

-

You and Peter lingered around the whole night. Sharing small conversations when you got an idea.

“Stay here.” You said and gave Peter a small smile.

You walked into the kitchen and took a beer from a guy that was drinking it.

“Hey!!” He said throwing his arms in the air.

You dumped the rest of it out in the sink behind him and walked back into the living room.

“BF/N … cmon lets play. ” you said waving the bottle at her.

She got everyone’s attention and gathered them around. You were all sitting in a circle, except for Peter.

“Cmon Peter. ” You said.

He shook his head. “Nah I don’t think this is my thing.”

“Exactly. Come on! Live a little.” You smile at him.

“Cmon” Everyone else joins in.

“ Fine.” He says and kneels down across from you in the circle.

You set the bottle down and let BF/N go first. She spins and kisses some jock she invited. Then the guy next to her spins and kisses the girl across from him.

Now it’s your turn. You spin the bottle and it lands directly across from you.

Peter looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Uhum” He stutters.

“Ah cmon Peter.” You scooted closer to him to where you were practically straddling him and leaned in.

Your lips met his. And he kissed you back. Soft and slowly. You were about to pull away when his hand met your back and he held you closer. You and him stayed like that for a while. Lips moving swiftly against each other’s. Not being bothered by the dropping jaws all around you.

Everyone started to applaud slightly. “Whoo!” “Whoo!” “Get it Peter!”

The two of you parted slightly and smiled widely. You buried your face in his neck.

“Cmon Pete- let’s leave them to it.” You stood up holding your hand out to him. “Walk me home?” You asked.

-

Shortly you arrived at your house. “I had a lot of fun Y/N” Peter says looking at you outside your front door.

“The making out or the party, becau-”

He locked lips with you once again. But there was this new found confidence among him. Like he had gotten what he had been waiting for.

“Uhokay.” You said smiling when the two of you finally broke apart.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.” He said slowly walking backwards down the sidewalk.

“Yes you will.”

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Thanks for reading! I hope I did good anon!

[outercrasis]

Ahhhh!!! I am obsessed I love this chapter's look into the other side of Bruce (not that Day knows it)

Over and over you woke up gasping as the sight of his blue eyes haunted you like a ghost that wouldn’t vanish. They were branded to your skin the second he saved you. Although you still weren’t sure if that was a good thing…or a bad thing.

I loooove that she's holding onto his eyes. They're the only thing along with his jaw that you can really see and they're so striking in all that black, it's no wonder they won't leave her.

The bat—whoever he was—couldn’t do this as a one man job. It wasn’t possible. Which meant you had to find the source of his income, his man behind the curtain, in order to track him down.

I'm OBSESSED with her thought process!! I know it's wrong but fr this is so smart. Why on earth would a rich person do the work when they could pay someone? And with how active Batman is there's no way they could have a life that's more than that, right? Ugh, this is a great theory

A sigh left his lips. “It’s rather funny. He asked to see who you were first.”

LMAO BRUCE - anyone else and he would have turned them away

“And Edward Hyde, alone, in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil.”

You jumped at the sound of a soft voice that definitely didn’t belong to Mr. Pennyworth. To your surprise, Bruce Wayne stood before you, his eyes catching yours within seconds and staying there; even as Alfred greeted him with a smile and introduced who you were. They were blue, but something about them, something about him felt oddly…familiar.

Ok dramatic entrance much? lol

I love that the eyes immediately catch 🥰🥰 they are familiar, aren't they??

Bruce Wayne stood a few inches taller than six feet yet for some reason…he appeared as if he wished he were shorter—like the weight of his past, his legacy, was weighing him down. Shrinking him as a person.

This reads like something I would find written in a bio piece in a magazine and I LOVE that sm. She really does think like a reporter

Setting it on the table, you were oblivious to the way Alfred’s gaze caught onto your coat—his eyes snapping back to Bruce.

LMAO - Alfred clocked it like 👀 oh my god Bruce are you fr rn??

Ugh this series has such a hold on me. I absolutely love and adore Day and I'm soooo interested to see how she and Bruce/Batman might keep bumping into one another....

BLOOD ALONG THE MOON | FAMILIAR FACES

a/n: i kept this rotating in my brain for so long until i had to finally write it. yes i stole the title from the song mad world cause it feels very bruce wayne (being the sad man that he is) rather than the batman. which is perfect, because finally the emo man has arrived. i hope you enjoy it! once again a big giant thank you to @mandocrasis who is in love with story as much as i am!

summary: you were tasked with one job - interview bruce wayne.

word count: 5.8k+

pairing: bruce wayne x fem!reader

warnings: not explicit, cussing, talk of nightmares, awkwardness, ptsd mentions, stubbornness, bruce wayne following reader.

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There’s poetry in sitting on the couch—staring at the open box on the coffee table in front of you. The red stuck out like a sore thumb. Dark enough to almost bleed into the black of the box itself. How ironic. You had to hand it to the bat; he had a sense of humor that would be sure to keep you on your toes. That is…if you wished to be near him again. For you—after what happened—that was a damn big if. You weren’t even sure you wanted to get off the couch to go to work, let alone meet up with him again.

The familiar chime on your phone reminded you that the first option was no longer a choice. You’d been out for a week as you healed to the best of your ability and now it was time. Elain had given you the okay yesterday. So, why couldn’t you get up off the couch? Why were you staring at the damn box; the card being turned over in your hands again and again?

It’s not that you didn’t want to wear the coat—you did. It was the fact that you would be going against every moral code you set for yourself. The one precedent you held onto was this: never involve yourself with vigilantes. As a journalist it was on you to remain impartial; ready to tell both sides of the story. Except what were you supposed to do when one side was your story?

How could you remain impartial then?

Another ding went off beside you. The texts from your boss was yet another reminder that you couldn’t hide anymore. Even though you were stuck in a loop of rewatching your near-death experience. Over and over you woke up gasping as the sight of his blue eyes haunted you like a ghost that wouldn’t vanish. They were branded to your skin the second he saved you. Although you still weren’t sure if that was a good thing…or a bad thing.

Sighing, you placed the card in your wallet, already reaching for the coat. It slipped over your arms easily; the fabric lining of the inside was soft enough to move. You sighed. This was not a cheap coat to have custom made. Which told you one thing—the bat had someone paying for him to run around as a makeshift hero.

Before you even finished putting the coat on you scribbled down the word sponsor in your notebook for a later reference.

He couldn’t be working alone on all of this and though you would most likely be put on the bench from investigating further once you got to work, you made sure to keep the thought fresh in your mind. The bat—whoever he was—couldn’t do this as a one man job. It wasn’t possible. Which meant you had to find the source of his income, his man behind the curtain, in order to track him down. Except as you shoved your notebook into the pocket of the coat…you weren’t sure if finding him was still a good idea.

Did the world deserve to know who he was? Did Gotham?

You didn’t have time to dwell on your number of questions that seemed to continue piling up, because yet another text was coming through. It seemed your boss had enough of you being absent due to your apparent sickness. There wasn’t much else to tell him on that front. He wouldn’t necessarily believe that you’d been saved by Gotham’s vigilante and even if he did he’d no doubt call you a hypocrite for attempting to unmask him.

“Alright already,” you muttered, silencing your phone and reaching for your old dinky pair of sunglasses.

The sun didn’t quite shine directly on Gotham. In reality it was more a glow of brightness than anything else, but on the days when the smog cleared and clouds were gone—the sun peeked its head out. Almost as if to say I’ve been here all along—watching what you do when you think I’m not around. Funny how the same message could be said for Vengeance. He seemed to know everything before it happened; was somehow everywhere all at one without being there. Or perhaps that was the fear that he implemented into every criminal who dared to try things when he vanished.

Where he went…no one knew.

The bat was like a ghost. Haunting the city until the sun finally returned—bringing a sliver of warmth with it.

You made sure to wear boots today (sans the heels), wanting to be able to run at a moment's notice. The fear from that night still hadn’t worn off; the memories leaching their way into your everyday life, reminding you of what happened. If you didn’t believe the city wasn’t worth saving then…you did now. People here didn’t give a shit about rules, about the law enforcement that was supposedly meant to protect them. After all, what would they need the bat for if the system worked?

As a reporter you were meant to see both sides of the story, but this one…this ongoing horror that continued to play out like a damn movie had no good or bad angle, because the good no longer existed. It had been stripped away from every corner and crevice of Gotham—leaving nothing but this pit of darkness.

Perhaps those thoughts were too gruesome to harbor in your mind as someone who was meant to view both good and bad. Yet it didn’t make them any less real.

People milled around outside, walking the streets to take in as much sunlight as possible before it vanished again. Tomorrow was Halloween which left this place one last day of normalcy before it all went to shit again. The holiday seemed to invite all manner of villains to walk the street, their destructive nature practically bleeding into the streets…just as you did. It would be hectic tomorrow, but for tonight the city would sleep, awaiting its impending doom.

The Gotham Gazette building was nothing fancy—nothing like Wayne Tower—but it held a certain appeal to it. Like a straggling piece of history that refused to be taken down. You had to admire its stubbornness.

Taking in a deep breath, you held it for a few seconds feeling the slight sting from your partially healed wound as the band aid pulled on your skin. Once you entered the doors, you’d be back to the chaos of life. Back to being the reporter who was suddenly confused about their path; back to some sort of normal. However, in Gotham normal came with a side of crime and a helping of murder to keep things going. After all…what was this city without the fear of death around every corner.

“Okay,” you breathed, taking one step and then another. “I can do this.”

The overwhelming sound of the building hit you head on right when you walked through the doors; people rushing to where they needed to be. There was no shortage of stories to report on, but it seemed with the upcoming election the stories grew to be more interesting. Each publication, looking for dirt on each opponent. You stayed far away from that part of the newspaper—too preoccupied with the darker aspects of life that liked to follow you wherever you went.

Waving at the receptionist, you headed straight for the elevators that were already crammed with people. Shit, you’d hoped that people would stay home for the upcoming holiday. People in this city practically lived for Halloween, but apparently you were wrong on this front as well. So, you managed to cram yourself beside someone carrying a large box, trying to breath through your nose as their elbow jammed into your wound.

“I didn’t know you were back Day,” someone’s voice said from behind you.

Glancing over your shoulder, you caught sight of Ricky from layout. “Yeah, I was…sick.”

“You feeling better?”

His glasses were practically falling down his nose as he smiled at you like you were the greatest thing he’d seen since Star Wars. He’d been hired not too long ago; intent on one day becoming an investigative journalist who told the hard hitting stories around the city. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that the job wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Hell, you didn’t even have the heart to face it yourself. He was just a kid, barely out of college, and naive to the twisted and dark parts of the world—you hoped that it would stay that way for him.

Nodding, you smiled back. “Yeah. A lot better thanks.”

The doors slid open with a shriek, cutting off his sentence. You tossed a bye over your shoulder as you entered the main portion of the paper—the sight of your desk piled with paperwork you didn’t put there somehow felt like a comfort. Rather than shove everything aside, you took a moment to look at what was there. Small stories (fluff pieces) that were given to the newer writers. That is until you came across one in particular that caught your attention.

INTERVIEW WITH THOMAS WAYNE NIGHT BEFORE DEATH.

“What the fuck,” you mumbled, eyes scanning over the half put together paragraphs and jumbled sentences.

Whatever this was…it wasn’t finished. You only wished you knew who wrote it and if the interview actually took place.

“Day!” Henry’s voice made you cringe. “Get in here.”

Dropping your bag, you did your best to seem up to par with what everyone expected. They couldn’t know you were stabbed and they definitely couldn’t know you had been rescued by Gotham’s very own superhero. That would merely cause an uproar as everyone attempted to make you their next big story. You could practically see the headlines now: LOCAL HYPOCRITE FINALLY SEES THE TRUTH. Yeah…you didn’t need that to happen.

“It’s good to see you too Henry.”

He humphed, his eyes flickering over your form behind his glasses—an air of nervous energy around him. “I’m not going to get sick am I?”

“No,” you said, flopping gently into the chair across from him. “But I could cough on you to test it.”

“Nice to know your sense of humor is still intact,” he muttered.

“Oh I must not be funny if you’re not laughing.”

He tossed down the paper he was reading, red marks splattered all over the once crisp white page. “How soon until you’re ready to get back out there?”

That caused you to sit up, ears perked. “Today if you need it. What’s the story?”

“I need you to interview someone and before you get all huffy about it—this one’s important.” You already wanted to say no, but his hand going up stopped your words. “I’m sending you down to Wayne Tower to interview Bruce Wayne for the next issue.”

“No,” you said, eyes narrowing at him. “Send someone else.”

He sighed. “You’re the best reporter here.”

“Henry—with all due respect—that shit’s a fluff piece at best. I don’t do that anymore.”

“Day look—”

Shaking your head, you leaned back in the chair. “Surely you’ve got someone here who’s willing to go. I’ve got other things here that I can work on. What about—”

“So help me if you say The Batman piece I’ll fire you.” Taking off his glasses, he rubbed at the spot between his eyes, a weariness settling over him that you’d only seen once before. “You’re the most qualified, we both know that, and given Bruce Wayne’s reputation with reporters…we need qualified.”

“What’s so important about this interview anyways?”

“It’s the anniversary of his parents death or did you forget the date?” He quirked an eyebrow your way as the realization dawned on your face.

How had you missed that? That would explain the bits and pieces of a Thomas Wayne interview landing on your desk this week. You knew that this piece was merely a distraction for the people as the election was practically shoved in everyone’s faces. But you also knew you could work this interview into something intriguing; a character study at the shut in nobody saw anymore. Bruce Wayne hardly left his home and in a way getting this interview would mean a win for the paper more than anything else.

Resigning, you nodded, holding out your hand for the sticky note he scribbled an address on.

“I made an appointment with an Alfred Pennyworth at Wayne Tower and from there I’m assuming he’ll see if you can conduct the interview.” Before he officially handed it over, he made sure you were paying attention to him. “Do me a favor. Be nice.”

You snatched the note. “I’m always nice Henry.”

“I know you’re nice, but just take it easy on him. He hasn’t spoken to the press in years and this might be huge if it happens.”

“So what you’re really saying is don’t be a hard hitting investigative journalist.” He nodded as you stuck the paper between the pages of your black notebook. “Should be easy enough.”

Bidding Henry a goodbye, you gathered up your coat and the jumbled notes of the Thomas Wayne article—hoping you could do something with it. If things went according to plan, you’d be sitting down to talk to the reclusive Bruce Wayne in the next hour. Except that familiar tug in your gut told you that things were never as simple as they seemed—darkness lurking around every corner. For now, you’d take what you could, but eventually…it wouldn’t be enough.

“Daywalker!” Alex’s voice hit your ears, brightening your mood in seconds. Before you could reach for him, he ushered you into the elevator, shutting the doors. “I heard what happened from Elain.”

“Fuck,” you muttered. “She told you?”

“I made you chicken soup and stopped by to deliver it the other day.”

You leaned against the elevator wall. “And let me guess I was passed out on the couch.”

He nodded. “More or less. She let me in, told me what happened. I can’t believe you got rescued by the fucking Vigilante!”

“I didn’t—” The shriek of the elevator filled the silence as you attempted to come up with something to say back. Either you let this go on, or you actually explain everything and once again relive that night. “Yes he saved me.”

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “Are you okay? Elain said you were stabbed but…”

Exhaling, you watched the number slowly turn as the elevator descended. “It was bad.” It was a fact you could no longer deny—even if the memories of that night scared you to death. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to accept the understanding that…you almost died that night.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said softly, wrapping you in a hug gentle enough to make your eyes sting with tears.

“Thanks Alex.”

This is what you ached for, the missing piece that seemed to always loosen when you walked out the doors of the building. The unequivocal feeling in knowing that someone actually cared about what happened to you; that they worried for your safety. Hugging Alex back, you did your best to tamp down the tears that now filled your eyes—the sting something you were sadly used to. Except you wouldn’t do it here. You refused to cry in front of someone who saw you as strong, because in a way…you could believe you were strong the longer you stayed in his presence.

He waved to you as you headed back out into the city, the note burning a hole in your pocket as you walked down the busy street. The bat of Gotham would have to wait for the time being.

You had to deal with the Prince of Gotham first.

Wayne Tower was the epitome of intimidating; always had been…always would be. You remember your first time seeing it. Back then you wondered if it belonged to someone of high importance (which it did) but like everything else in this god forsaken city, you got used to it. Became uninterested in what lay behind the walls of the tower just as everyone else. The people of Gotham gave up on Bruce Wayne a long time ago…just as he had with them.

You didn’t want to do this job. If it were up to you, you would be at home reading the half finished book that sat on your coffee table, with a glass of wine or two. At this point, you’d take anything over standing in front of Wayne Tower, hoping that an anvil would fall out of the sky and land on you. You knew this interview would be useless. Simply another fluff piece for the newspaper to remain slightly significant.

If there’s one thing you knew about working at a paper—becoming insignificant was a death sentence that not even Batman could stop.

Walking through the doors, you felt as if you were walking through a castle that stood still in time. The architecture alone made you subconsciously shrink in on yourself, hoping to appear smaller than you were. What was it about this place that made others avoid it so readily? Was it simply the bloody history of those that used to live here or was it the man who never left the walls of the building? The journalist part of you wished to dig deeper, to understand why Wayne Tower felt like the remnants of a ghost.

The memories were still there—written into its walls—but the spirits had passed on long ago.

An older woman sat at the front desk, her glasses larger than her own face. It was an odd sight to come across in a place such as this, but you found you didn’t mind one bit. In fact she made you feel a bit better about your less than professional appearance. Thankfully the coat covered most of what you were wearing—it’s black leather standing out against the gothic structure.

“Can I help you?” she asked, eyes roving over your figure quickly before snapping back up to meet your own.

You offered a friendly smile. “I have an appointment with an…” You grabbed the paper in your pocket. “Alfred Pennyworth. I’m with the Gotham Gazette.”

She humphed—the dislike of that paper’s name clear in her stare. “I’ll let him know you’re here.”

Turning to see a couch pressed up against the wall, you took a seat—clasping your hands together as you waited. In your mind this would go one of two ways. You would be told that Bruce Wayne wasn’t interested in speaking to a journalist, because of the nature of the topic. Or you’d simply be ignored, leaving you down here to wait for who knows how long. Some part of you hoped the former happened so you could then leave with the excuse that you gave it a shot. At least then you’d have proof that it wasn’t your fault this happened—that you could now focus on something far more important than this.

As you hoped, the elevator door opened to reveal a man, in a suit that no doubt cost more than your month's rent, walking with a cane your way. He winced as he moved slowly, his weight being pressed on one side and you had half a mind to ask if he was okay. That is until he smiled politely, his hand reaching out to shake yours.

“You must be here from…”

“The Gotham Gazette.” You show him your press badge as proof, the picture of you just as disgruntled as the present version of you.

“Ah yes. Please follow me.”

For a moment, you weren’t sure if he actually meant you. Couldn’t he reject the offer right where you were standing, giving you no time to get even a sliver of your hopes up? Yet he continued to walk away, expecting you to obey and follow without an argument, so you did just that; trailed after him to the elevator and got in beside him. If you were going upstairs that meant Bruce Wayne had approved the interview beforehand. Either that or you were heading to the actual offices in order for Mr. Pennyworth to ask you to leave there—which all in all would be a waste of time.

“Master Wayne isn’t one to agree to interviews.”

You swallowed thickly. “So why did you invite me up?”

A sigh left his lips. “It’s rather funny. He asked to see who you were first.”

“He asked…” You felt your eyebrows pull together. What the fuck did Bruce Wayne want with you? He didn’t even know who you were and for they knew someone else could have come to the tower instead of you. Rather than inquire further, you settled for shutting up—listening to the hollow silence of the elevator; Mr Pennyworth’s breathing was the only thing you could hear.

“This way,” he said, walking towards what looked like a large living room area.

That is if the living room was built in England during the Middle Ages. You could certainly see why Wayne was a recluse—as if his destiny was written in the very floors you stood upon. Didn’t everyone who lived in a castle go mad one way or another due to the castle itself? You smiled at your small joke, trying to remain slightly positive about the turn of events that surprised even you. Glancing at the floor to ceiling bookshelves and the sunlight that cast a glow upon them, you felt as if you truly walked back in time.

“It’s quite a collection,” you said, catching sight of one novel in particular. The very one that currently sat on your coffee table—Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

“Yes, this one has been in the family for quite some time now.”

You glanced over to see he’d taken a seat. “May I?” When he nodded, you pulled down the book, running a hand over the leather-bound exterior and noting the gold top edge gilt. A slight cracking sound came when you opened the front cover, proving that whoever bought this book clearly never bothered to open it.

“All human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil,” you said more to yourself with a smile—having outlined that very same line in your copy.

“And Edward Hyde, alone, in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil.”

You jumped at the sound of a soft voice that definitely didn’t belong to Mr. Pennyworth. To your surprise, Bruce Wayne stood before you, his eyes catching yours within seconds and staying there; even as Alfred greeted him with a smile and introduced who you were. They were blue, but something about them, something about him felt oddly…familiar. You played it off as your mind playing tricks on you—after days of broken sleep you were bound to feel as if you were going mad.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Wayne,” you said, setting the book down on the small table to your right and stepping closer.

“Bruce,” he replied, his hand outstretching slowly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m sorry to intrude, but my boss—Henry Goldfinch—has asked me to come down. He’s hoping you’d be okay with doing an interview.” You still wanted them to say no, but now that you were looking at Bruce Wayne in the flesh, saw the way he tried to shrink in on himself, you wanted to know more. What made him tick as a person.

You blamed the journalist in you that always longed to know more—to know the truth—and this was no different. Bruce Wayne stood a few inches taller than six feet yet for some reason…he appeared as if he wished he were shorter—like the weight of his past, his legacy, was weighing him down. Shrinking him as a person. You could sympathize with him on that front.

“Is that alright?” you asked, hoping you didn’t appear too zealous.

He nodded, glancing at Alfred beside him. “Yes…that’s alright.”

Smiling, you reached into your pocket for your small black notebook that was pressed against your phone. “Okay well just let me know when you’re ready.”

“You can do it here,” Alfred interjected, gesturing to the small seating area you were just standing in. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”

“Um…coffee if it’s not too much trouble.” You’d seen butlers before, knew the nature of their jobs, but no one acted quite like Mr. Pennyworth. To you Bruce and Alfred acted more as father and son than someone who employed him and perhaps that’s what made you want to stay.

Or it very well might have been those blue eyes of his that sparked an itch in your brain you couldn’t scratch. You knew those eyes; had seen them before, but the topic of where never came to you.

“Are you aware of the nature of this interview?” you asked, settling into the large brown leather chair.

Bruce opted for the couch, sitting stiffly with his hands clasped in his lap. He nodded, eyes glancing at the book you left on the table—following the curve of each letter stamped with gold. You came to the conclusion that this would be a short interview, his silent nature already telling you so much. After all, what kind of person do you become after having seen your parents killed? What does that do to your way of life, harboring memories that shatter you as a human being each time you relive it?

“Do you like that book?” he asked, turning his haunting gaze back to you.

“Huh? Oh yeah I do.” Picking it up again, you flipped through the pages. “It’s very telling isn’t it?”

He froze, posture going even more rigid. “What do you mean?”

“Of Gotham.” You couldn’t count anymore the amount of times you’ve seen parts of the novel within the city. “A city that’s destined for brutality—holding two sides—but you never truly know which side is evil. Is it the bad guys? Or is it the good guys fighting them?”

Just as he went to respond, his shoulders dropping slightly, Alfred walked back in—a maid following along behind him, a tray in her hands. “I wasn’t sure how you took your coffee, but—”

“No this is perfect thank you,” you said smiling at him. “It smells delicious.” 

The bitter flavor on your tongue warmed your insides, reminding you of a taste you’d had before; although you couldn’t place it at this time. Setting it on the table, you were oblivious to the way Alfred’s gaze caught onto your coat—his eyes snapping back to Bruce.

“That’s quite a unique coat,” he started. “Where did you find such a piece of clothing?”

A question about your coat was certainly unexpected, but regardless you took it in stride, knowing that people might inquire about it. “A uh…a friend gave it to me as a gift.”

The word felt foriegn to you when speaking about the bat, but what else would you call him? He wasn’t an ally—at least you weren’t sure about that yet—and you couldn’t very well tell people the truth. Thankfully, Alfred accepted that as the truth, saying it’s lovely before moving back to the table that sat in the center of the room. By the light of the day you could tell it was barely the afternoon, meaning you had enough time to conduct the interview and get home.

You hadn’t gone outside in the dark since that night.

“If you don’t mind I’ll be recording this,” you began, waiting for his nod before continuing. “And you’re welcome to answer what you wish to and what you don’t.”

“Okay,” he replied softly.

“I’m going to start with talking about you first…if that’s okay.” Another nod. “As everyone knows you’re the son of Thomas and Martha Wayne, but no one really knows who you are as a person. So who is Bruce Wayne? It’s a cliché question—I’m well aware,” you joked, feeling your heart flutter at the sight of his lips quirking up.

There was a small pause between you asking and him answering, and in that time you tried not to let the nerves get to you. He already agreed to do this with you, but you came up here knowing that some of the questions you asked would go unanswered. That was a given with him. Any other reporter would kill for this opportunity, so why didn’t you? Why were you feeling off about this entire thing?

“He’s…still figuring that out.”

You’d take that as an answer. “Aren’t we all,” you mused, flipping to the questions you should be asking. Except how could you look the man in the eyes and ask him about his parents death a day before the anniversary? No sane person would venture that far out into ocean waters without help, but as you suspected…you weren’t sane.

“I—” Shifting, you took in a deep breath to calm the jumping of your nerves. “I wanted to ask you about the anniversary.”

If only he would stop staring at you, then maybe you could manage to get the questions out with ease. This never happened. You stuttering for words as he watched you like a fucking hawk—probably waiting for you to fuck up at some point. You caught him glancing at Alfred for a brief second, his eyes saying something you couldn’t quite discern, but if his reaction was anything to go by—he didn’t like that. Only he never said no; he just nodded yet again and awaited your questions.

“A lot of people want to know what happened that night, if Bruce Wayne will one day take up his father’s place for good, but I want to know if you actually want to.”

You were getting good at reading his body language, whether or not he actually wanted to give you an answer. But this time you couldn’t tell. As if he finally set the last brick in place to complete the wall he was building—his mind now fortified enough to keep out an entire army. You were the single soldier sent out to defeat this power of a man and yet they hadn’t given you a weapon.

“My family’s legacy is important to Gotham.” He glanced down at his hands, body straight and rigid as an arrow. “It’s expected of me to take up the mantle.”

“Why?”

Once again you threw him off guard. “If I don't, who will?”

Sighing, you dropped your coat on the couch and kicked off your shoes. After sitting with Bruce Wayne for an hour, you gained nothing but vague answers and stubborn silence. He would give any interrogator a run for their money. You supposed that’s what people found so interesting about him. He was a man who chose to hide away rather than exploit his title, his reputation as the prince of the city. Given his answers, you could deduce that it was true.

Bruce Wayne was the prince of the city, but a reluctant prince at that. He didn’t want his name, his title, he simply wanted to be Bruce and you could tell your questions irked him. Nobody dared to ask him if he wanted to be a Wayne before—that much was evident—yet he still answered them. In a way, you understood. He kept to himself because he wasn’t ready to take on the Wayne name in full, even if its weight resembled a heavy crown he had to wear day in and day out.

Flipping on your record player, the soothing voice of Stevie Nicks filled your apartment as you yanked off your clothes, feeling the dirt and grime of Gotham stick to your skin. You may have spent the day back at work trying to make sense of that interview, but being at Wayne Tower made you feel like a thief intruding on their silent life. A shower would help you, but first…wine. So, you opted for throwing on your nightgown and a robe. After days of sitting on the couch unable to move, it felt nice to dress up a little for just yourself. Fuck, you were stabbed. This small amount of luxury was well deserved.

The window slid open with ease as you carefully maneuvered your way onto your fire escape. When you first moved here you tried to dress it up with lights, a small seating area shoved into the corner, and plants lining the floor. By your fourth month the plants had died and the pillows became your new couch pillows. Really all you had left was dingy white Christmas lights, but they were better than nothing—at least then you could feel a bit more like yourself.

With tomorrow being Halloween you relished in the overall silence of the city tonight. People were either sleeping early or finishing up the final touches on all their costumes. You would don the same outfit you always wore. That of a journalist who had to go into work until the sun went down and it became a fight to get home through the crowds.

Leaning against your small chair, you propped your feet up on the stairs across from you—the bottle of wine on the floor and your glass clutched in your hand. The Batman’s signal shone in the night sky—a reminder that no matter what he was watching over the city. He was Gotham’s dark angel and that thought alone made a wry smile stretch across your lips.

You should have looked across the street in actuality, should have turned your head a little to the right and caught his stare, but how were you supposed to know? Hidden in the shadows on the fire escape of an abandoned building, Bruce Wayne crouched—his clothes nearly swallowing him whole and binoculars in his hands. He watched you with curiosity, thinking back on the interview, on that night. He knew it was wrong to follow you—an innocent person—but he was unable to stop himself from checking in on you.

In actuality the overwhelming urge to make sure you were okay nearly surprised him.

He leaned back against the wall, hearing your music pour out into the empty street as you sipped at your wine—your head tilted back and eyes closed. You shouldn’t be out looking like that at this time of night. Hell, you shouldn’t be so comfortable with relaxing outside in a city known to dampen the light of others and you…you held a light he hadn’t seen since he was a child. You were the sunshine breaking through the darkened cloud cover, finally putting Gotham on display for what it really was.

The signal shined above his head, hung like a moon in the sky, and with a sliver of reluctance he pushed himself up to a standing position, chancing one last glance at you in your peaceful state, before he leapt to the ground. Tonight Vengeance would once again walk the streets, but tomorrow Bruce Wayne would come out from the cover of his home. In search of the person who cracked the wall of his mind without even trying; who brought light with them wherever they went.

[im-no-jedi]

ok! here’s the first set of questions for my Voltron OCs. since there’s so many of them, I’m splitting them into two posts. here’s Faelyn first:

1. What do they smell like? - probably a mixture of sweat and whatever soap she uses to clean her armor with LOL 

2. What is their voice like? - Daisy Ridley

3. What is their biggest motivator? - she made a vow to protect Princess Allura at all costs to both her brother and King Alfor, so you better believe she’s gonna do that

4. What is their most embarrassing memory? - she doesn’t really get embarrassed?? she gets flustered around Keith sometimes but that’s about it LOL

5. How do they deal with/react to pain? - she shrugs it off, usually tries to make light of the situation, no matter how bad it is. she’s literally like that part in Frozen with Olaf, “oh look, I’ve been impaled” XD

6. What do they like to wear? - she wears her Altean Guard armor pretty much every waking moment. hardly anyone outside of Allura has seen her without her armor on

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively? - Allura, because she’s her best friend and would do anything for her. and Shiro, because he reminds her of her brother.

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten? - all Altean food is weird LOL

9. Describe the way that they sleep. - she sleeps very soundly, she can get to sleep pretty easily, but she’ll pop up at a moment’s notice, ready for anything 

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food? - she loves the food goo, but her favorite is Nunvil. she went around asking all the paladins if she could have their Nunvil at that party when she found out nobody liked it LOL

11. What do they feel most insecure about? - that she’s not doing enough for her friends, even after they’ve told her that she’s more than helped them, it’s just never enough for her

12. How do they like to dress? - again, she wears her armor pretty much all the time except when she’s sleeping

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt? - she is soooo hard on herself, she never thinks she’s doing enough for anyone, and even though she wears a happy face 99% of the time, she always manages to make herself feel guilty about something (probably due to what happened to her brother during the start of the war)

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal? - LOL you better run cause she gon frick you up son. if S3 Shiro turns out to be an evil clone, he’s gonna get socked in the face real hard haha

15. What is their greatest achievement? - overcoming her fears and owning up to her duty as Allura’s official bodyguard

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep? - exactly like Leslie in that one episode of Parks & Rec, she acts like everything’s fine, but she just starts spouting nonsense LOL

17. What are they like when they’re drunk? - similar to when she’s sleep deprived, she acts like everything’s fine, but she’ll run into walls and say weird things and stuff like that LOL

18. What kind of music do they enjoy? - she likes whatever the other paladins listen to, but Shiro and Keith’s music are her favorite kind (also when she finds out the both of them can sing and Keith can play guitar, she’s just like *heart eyes* XD)

19. Are they right or left handed? - she’s ambidextrous, but mostly right-handed

20. Fears? - losing loved ones :c

21. Favorite kind of weather? - she looooves the rain, she’ll go out and dance barefoot in the rain she loves it so much X3

22. Favorite color? - blue!

23. Do they collect anything? - battle scars >:D

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more? - hot, but she’s good with either

25. What is their eye color? - blue-green

26. What is their race/ethnicity? - Altean, skin tone similar to Coran’s

27. Hair color? - it’s really hard to describe... it’s an orange pinky brown color... like imagine Coran’s hair but more brown and also slightly pink? I’ll have to post a pic of it sometime LOL

28. Are they happy where they are currently? - very much so

29. Are they a morning person? - absolutely

30. Sunrise or sunset? - both

31. Are they more messy or more organized? - pretty organized, but she’s not afraid to get messy ;)

32. Pet peeves? - when someone doesn’t listen or pay attention to what someone else is saying

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance? - her sword used to belong to her brother, he gave it to her when she became Allura’s bodyguard. it’s the only thing she has to remember him by :c

34. Least favorite food? - idk she’s not very picky LOL

35. Least favorite color? - she loves all the colors! \o/

36. Least favorite smell? - the paladins’ dirty laundry ROFL

37. When was the last time they cried? - ....when her brother was killed ;__;

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried? - Allura and Coran were both there. they’ve never seen Fae so upset before or since that moment :c

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured? - her arm nearly got impaled by a sword once. that was one of those laugh-it-off moments LOL

40. Do they have any scars? - pretty much everywhere yeah haha

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues? - well, she often hides her pain behind a happy and cheerful attitude, but I wouldn’t call that a “mental health issue”, just a problem with admitting her true feelings

42. Do they have any bad habits? - she has a tendency to punch first, ask questions later ROFL

43. Why might someone dislike them? - I guess if you don’t like perky people, she could come across as annoying

44. Why might someone love them? - she’s a very caring person, also quite goofy and just fun overall. also she stronk LOL

45. Do they believe in ghosts? - LOL nah

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives? - all of her friends, she trusts them very much

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone? - she has a reeeeeeeeeally big crush on Keith. like, she’ll go out of her way to ask him to spar with her just so she can spend time with him LOL

48. Are they dating/married to anyone? - I’ve thought up instances where she gets with Keith, Shiro, or Tyzh; my preference is Keith, but she could easily get with Shiro or Tyzh too

49. Do they like surprises? - YES. if she was given a surprise party, she would absolutely LOVE IT.

50. When is their birthday? - sometime in the spring, haven’t decided exactly when yet

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday? - not very big, usually only with the people closest to her. she’s never had a real birthday party before, but she’d love to have one

52. Do they have any family? - she used to have an older brother, but he died at the beginning of the war with the Galra. the paladins, Allura, and Coran are her family now :3

53. Are they close to their family? - VERY MUCH SO

54. What is their MBTI type? - I took two different quizzes, and she came out as ESFP for both of them, so I guess that’s the one!

55. What is their zodiac sign? - *shrugs*

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in? - Hufflepuff, definitely. she could easily be a Gryffindor too though

57. What D&D alignment are they? - Chaotic Good haha

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about? - she has dreams about the day her brother died sometimes :c

59. What are their views on death? - NOPE. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. NOBODY DIES WHILE SHE’S AROUND NOPE.

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at? - literally anything, she even laughs at Lance’s bad jokes, even when she doesn’t understand them LOL

61. When bored, how do they pass time? - she’s like, always in the training rooms tbh

62. Do they enjoy being outside? - oh yes

63. Do they have an accent? - British, she sounds exactly like Daisy Ridley’s normal voice

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction? - she’s never had cake before, but she reeeeally wants to try it after hearing the paladins describe it to her. she would gobble it down as soon as she saw it LOL

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say? - she would tell everyone how much she loves them and give everyone a big bear hug

66. How do they feel about sex? - she’s... definitely thought about it haha

67. What is their sexuality? - pansexual, but she leans more towards masculine people

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood? - nah LOL

69. Is there anything that they find really gross? - not that I can think of, she’s pretty tolerant of stuff

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them? - Beware the Nice Ones LOL 

71. Do they enjoy helping people? - TOO MUCH LOL

72. Are they allergic to anything? - nope

73. Do they have a pet? - no, but she loves playing with the castle mice

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper? - only if someone or something threatens Allura or one of her other friends. she’s VERY protective of Allura especially. she will not hesitate to punch a man if need be for insulting the princess LOL

75. How patient are they? - quite patient!

76. Are they good at cooking? - she’s ok at it, she’d much rather have Hunk do the cooking though

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often? - only playfully or if she’s really mad

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy? - she’s happy like, all the time, that’s her thing LOL

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears? - she’s very understanding and tries to be as encouraging as possible to help them work through their fears

80. Are they trustworthy? - the most trustworthy person you’ll ever meet :3

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it? -  YES.

82. Do they exercise regularly? - all the friggin time LOL

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look? - yup!

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people? - good physical prowess, being good with a sword, and just being a good fighter in general.

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive? - aggressive, emo guys I guess LOL

86. Do they like sweet foods? - OH YES

87. What is their age? - 18 human years, +10,000 from being in cryostasis for so long

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between? - she’s considered tall for a female, she’s about an inch taller than Keith

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts? - nope

90. Do they consider themselves attractive? - not as much as Allura

91. What is their sense of humor like? - she’ll laugh at literally anything, even the dumbest things

92. What mood are they most often in? - cheerful, happy, positive, upbeat, all that stuff :3

93. What kinds of things anger them? - insulting or threatening Allura or her other friends and just the Galra army in general

94. Outlook on life? - positive, very positive

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed? - when her friends are sad or depressed

96. What is their greatest weakness? - not being open about her true feelings

97. What is their greatest strength? - being able to see the good in pretty much anyone and anything, and being super supportive of other people

98. Something that they regret? - not accepting her role as Allura’s bodyguard sooner and just overall being a stinker about being a bodyguard instead of a soldier like her brother

99. Biggest accomplishment? - realizing that she didn’t need to be a soldier to make a difference in the war and accepting where she needed to be with Allura so that she could protect her c’: