#i. lost sleep because of my dumbass heart

[loud-whistling-yes]

why the fuck am i like this. i read a cute scene with joker and hachi in the light novel and my heart started beating so fast i couldnt fucking sleep. i read the bloody thing an hour and half before bed and it was beating like that for the entire night. what the fuck

[blueberrymocha]

texting them

gon

✰ he didn’t grow up with much technology

✰ and he def did not have a phone

✰ so since he isn’t in the habit of using it often, your messages are all on delivered

✰ he also prefers to live in the moment instead of checking his phone all the time

✰ unfortunately for you that means you’re better off calling the person he’s with if you need to reach him

✰ once you talk to him about it though, he’ll be sure to answer within a couple hours

✰ he’d save your contact as a pet name, personally i can see him using “sunshine” or “honey” for you

✰ you’d be pictureless until killua points it out to gon and explains that you can add pictures to someone’s contact

✰ but once he does learn he’ll use a cute coupley picture of you guys from one of your first dates

✰ would have trouble deciphering your abbreviations

“btw ur gna be back asap right?”

“huh.”

✰ its fine, he prefers to call (loves to hear your voice) anyways

killua

✰ y’all would be so mischievous together

✰ prank calls as a weekly ritual

✰ you’re mostly safe from them but don’t think he’ll never do it to you

✰ probably won’t text you first but always responds within the minute

✰ would only call if he’s checking up on you, like when you’re sick or he’s on an adventure

✰ will use the most abysmal, disrespectful picture he has of you

✰ your name on his phone is either an inside joke or an insult like “sleeping ugly 🧚‍♀️” (he’s out for blood omg you overslept once)

✰ i just know alluka is confused af

✰ he’ll change it to something else whenever you see it, which you will eventually

“y/n can you check my phone?”

“sure! babe why is my name ‘dumbass’ heart emoji, wizard emoji?”

kurapika

✰ you can see this one from a mile away…

✰ his phone always got that silent mode + dnd + texts muted combo

✰ he does all that but would fully expect you to pick up if he called you

✰ speaking of which, he would call probably daily if either of you were away

✰ never forgets an “i love you” “be safe” “see you soon” etc

✰ if something happened, would want you to know that

✰ you guys would fall asleep on calls

✰ but mostly him

✰ your contact might just be your name for a while

✰ but i could also see him using something tame like “love” or “sweetheart”

✰ hes also the type to leave you on read

✰ especially if you’re asking when he’ll be back or how his mission is going

✰ generally just keeps his work separate from home unless he needs to vent or it’s extremely relevant to you

leorio

✰ wishes he could talk more often

✰ school just keeps him really busy

✰ will be upfront with you if he needs time to study, make dinner, or anything of that nature

✰ you’d get in the habit of leaving voicemails

✰ he listens to them all and leaves some for you too

✰ also good morning and good night texts, always

✰ your picture is whatever picture of you he finds the hottest tbh

✰ your name would be a pet name such as “shorty” or “beautiful”

✰ idk why but i feel like he’d misplace his phone often

✰ so if he doesn’t respond by the end of the day, you’ll probably get a call from his roommate’s phone saying how he lost his own

hisoka

✰ lets it ring out and then calls back a minute later

✰ “oh did you need something?”

✰ this man can’t stop playing games, the call cuts off halfway through what you’re saying

✰ then he calls back again acting like it was the wi-fi

✰ don’t worry——that’s only like a quarter of the time

✰ depending on his mood, he’ll be mostly serious

✰ imagine the look on his face when he realizes you’re calling because you’re in the hospital or smth

✰ yeah so he’s better at responding now!

✰ your contact picture is gonna be from the most stalker angle

✰ like it’s just you sleeping

✰ you found that a little odd but maybe your clown just wants to capture those memories

✰ …while you’re walking home on the opposite sidewalk

✰ if you’re in a longer, serious relationship, your name is something romantic like “my dove” but it’ll take a while to get there

illumi

✰ you’d be so surprised to find that he loves to call

✰ he travels a lot as an assassin, so he needs something to do

✰ would always text you formally it’s scary

“have you arrived at the manor yet, y/n? be sure to notify me immediately once you do.”

✰ he’s giving you customer service type responses

✰ you’ll also get updates about his missions

“i’ve just finished killing the target, expect to see me home in four days”

✰ the contact is just your name and if you convince him, he’ll add a picture of your choice

chrollo

✰ has like six phones

✰ if you didn’t know he was the leader of a gang you might‘ve thought he was cheating

✰ you also have the numbers of most of the spiders

✰ so if he ever has to disappear (like after yorknew) they’ll be sure to let you know what’s going on

✰ he’ll text you a few times a day if he’s able to

✰ would ask about your day and remind you to take care of yourself

✰ the conversations usually focus on you, while he listens or prompts you

✰ like kurapika, doesn’t want to involve you in troupe business so it’s very rare for him to even mention them

✰ he doubts you even want to hear about how he robbed an old man today, or killed a woman who didn’t hand over a jewel

✰ on his top secret personal phone, he’ll give you a contact photo with both of you in it

✰ your name would be a classy pet name, maybe “princess” or “beloved”

[astrronomemes]

THAT '70S SHOW: STARTERS

a collection of my personal favorite quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1998-2006 television sitcom, That '70s Show. change & alter as needed.

"Well, damn, [name], I can't control the weather!"

"If I could run across a beach into my own arms, I would."

"Yelling is the only part of being a father that I enjoy."

"What did you eat for breakfast? Carnation Instant Bitch?"

"Why do you think the Martians won't land here? Because they're green, and they know people are going to make fun of them."

"It's every little girl's dream to get married out of spite!"

"We keep our Christmas decorations down there! Baby Jesus was watching!"

"If this van's a-rockin'... we're in there, doing it."

"Well, I'd like to help, but not as much as I'd like not to."

"Anyone else feel like a rainbow?"

"My heart aches with pain. When I see you, I vomit. Die away from me."

"The beautiful cannot be held responsible for the havoc our looks create."

"My foot is shaking, it wants to kick his ass so bad!"

"Just once, I want the right thing and the topless thing to be the same thing!"

"If you don't get caught, everything is legal."

"I am not drunk! I am upset! ...And drunk."

"Where Zen ends, ass-kicking begins."

"Life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you."

"I'm a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-ass son of a bitch."

"[Name], get in the car. We're going on a freaking date."

"When I go to the hospital, I like to not die."

"Crack a book, you lazy son of a bitch."

"If you really do love her, there's only one thing to do, man. You got to dump her, and live free."

"I'm going to go out, meet some boys, and crush their hearts one by one."

"I'm like ketchup. I go good on everything."

"I was never happy. I was just less pissed off."

"So that's what an adulteress is! I always thought it was a tiny adult."

"For your information, I'm already sorry I was ever born."

"What are you gonna put on your résumé? Dumbass?"

"I'd get up, but my back is still sore from that knife you stuck in it."

"I don't want to go outside! There are people out there!"

"I cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of my mouth!"

"Oh, no. Now I have to act normal."

"You can hit him in the groin with a banjo."

"Well, I've got to go to sleep, because I have a big day of misery ahead of me tomorrow."

"I don't need another friend. I've already got two."

"Seeing you work hard and take pride in what you do... I lost respect for you, man."

"I wanted to get you a card, but they don't have one for our specific situation. So, here — happy first communion."

"I could kill you without making a sound."

"I can't go outside. I'm allergic to pollen. And social situations."

[neocelticavalon]

I couldn't sleep cuz...

I just read the whole "fixing 2012 apritello headcanon" thingie about protective Raph caring about Donnie's silly crush on April, and Raph been thinking that April has led Donnie on all the time and that made him mad, he followed her and threatened to KILL that poor teenage girl with his sais to make her make up her mind about Donnie's feelings towards her and people in the notes who liked....supported THIS BEHAVIOUR?????!!! 💀💀💀 WTF??? 💢💢💢

I can't believe this fandom 💀💀💀 Okay, first of all, 2012 April slanders are just a different breed of stupid honestly (or they are just a misogynists) and two, STOP MISCHARACTERIZE MY 2012 RAPHAEL!!! 🚫🚫🚫🚫 My 2012 Raphael is a kind-hearted turt who won't ever harm any soul, he's a sweetest turt to his brothers, to April, and to Master Splinter. I love Raph so much as I love Donnie!🥲 Writing a hedcanon justifying a threat to kill a 16-year-old teenage girl just because she doesn't return his brother's feelings ain't gonna solve it, dumbass! 😠😠😠 Doesn't make it ANY BETTER!!!! I love 2012 April so much it hurts🥲💕💕💖💗, you guys are the ONE who needs to BACK OFF from her!! Homegirl has enough on her plate! She lost a mother, lost her father (twice!), lost her only best girl friend, Irma, and lost her only home! GODDAMNIT!!!😠😠💢💢💢 You guys JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND HER AT ALL!!! You just DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT HER!!!! LEAVE 2012 APRIL ALONE!

[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 19

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: Hope you are ready to see our girl get angry at our boys. Garrick really needs to think before doing things sometimes. Being observant sometimes always doesn't pay off.

The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

That night I don’t see Xaden, Bodhi or Garrick. I had looked everywhere and come up short. I had even asked Mealladh if their dragons were there. When she came back with she couldn’t find their dragons I knew they were off doing something. But what? The last few days had been a blur. Violet and I had nearly been assassinated. Amber was now dead because of it. I had manifested my signet. And Jeremiah…. Jeremiah had gotten his and died. Jeremiah who had read some of Garrick’s mind. Who I had sworn was about to say Aretia before Xaden cut him off with his shadows. Why had Garrick been thinking about home? Yes my thoughts occasionally went back to there. But his thoughts had been panicked. Worried he would find out about something to do with Aretia. I was sure of it. That night my dreams took me home. To Aretia.

I wake to the sun shining through my window. I groan as I shield my eyes. I had left the curtain open like an idiot. Today was a very rare weekend day first years had off. And my dumbass had left my curtains open on the one day I could sleep in. Though it was still a small win, I had gotten to sleep in longer than I normally would. As my eyes adjust I notice the small package on my bedside table and a note attached to it. Someone had been in my room while I slept. Someone had gotten past my so called bodyguard. I sit up and carefully grab the note has my heart rate picks up. But as I see the handwriting it settles. It was Garrick’s.

’Sorry I wasn’t around last night. Hope this makes it up to you. - Garrick.’

I can’t help but smile at the note. We hadn’t gotten as much time together since we’d had our talk and celebration. Both of us busy. But I knew today I would have to find him and get what time I could. I had to talk to him and Xaden about my signet and the Jeremiah thing. I had to get answers. I was still yet to tell any professors about my signet. And I couldn’t delay it for much longer. I needed to start taking Professor Carr’s class. I needed to understand my signet and learn how to control it. Though so far I seemed to have pretty good control over it.

You have amazing control over it. You should be proud. Mealladh says to me.

I just feel like it has come so easy. Too easy. I reply.

I told you I picked you for a reason. You are perfect for this signet. This is only the beginning. But you do have incredible control over it already. I am proud of you. I can feel through the bond every word she speaks is true.

She throws her shield up leaving me alone again. She must be out hunting or something. I had felt her slight hunger through the bond as we spoke. I turn back to the package from Garrick and pull it into my lap. I pull on the string he used to wrap the brown paper around it. Inside is a box. When I open the lid a huge smile breaks over my face. Inside is one of my favourite treats from back home. It wasn’t something we could easily get back home either. It was something the Gryphon Riders would trade with us only a few times a year. My eyes go wide. Wait. Only those from Poromiel knew how to make this. They’d never taught us. Only Gryphon riders brought this to us. Garrick wouldn’t know how to make this. It’s as if my mind pieces it all together. The multiple nights they have been missing. Jeremiah reading Garrick’s mind and almost saying what I swear was Aretia. And now the food that sat in the box in my lap/ I throw my sheets off me as I quickly remove my sleep attire and pull on my uniform. I grab the box before running from my room. I push past Liam who tries to stop me till he see’s the box in my hands. I swear he goes slightly pale at the sight. But I don’t have time to ask him anything. I rush to the dining hall. Garrick or Xaden nowhere to be seen. I go to the gym next. Not there. I go to head to the flight field when I see Bodhi walk out from the dinning hall. I rush over to him. He smiles as I rush over.

”Where are they?” I demand, cutting him off as he goes to say hello.

His eyebrow furrows and then he looks down to my hands and see’s the box. I watch as his skin turns pale like he’s seen a ghost. He looks back up at me as he swallows nervously. He knows I’ve put it together.

”Ophelia I-”

”Take me to them. Now.” I cut him off angrily.

Bodhi merely nods before leading me into the academic building. Towards the tower Xaden and I had found to get away from the quadrant. I can sense how nervous and scared Bodhi is. His weakness right now is the truth they’ve been hiding from me. The truth that is about to come out. And he is scared. Our steps echo off the tower walls as we ascend the stairs. My heart thuds with each step I take. What the hell was I going to say? What the hell did I want to say? They’d lied to me. Hidden something important from me. As we ascend the last few steps I push past Bodhi and throw the door open. Garrick and Xaden turn to me, shocked at my sudden appearance as Bodhi slowly joins us.

“Is everything-”

I throw the box at Garrick, cutting his sentence short. Xaden goes pale as his eyes narrow and glare at Garrick.

”Want to explain how you got that?” I hiss at the men in front of me. “And don’t you dare say you made it. Because I know you didn’t.”

They all stare at me with guilt all over their faces. Except Xaden who looks like he might actually want to kill Garrick right now.

”You’re right. I didn’t make it. You know where I got it.” Garrick says in the most monotone voice I’ve ever heard from him as he looks me in the eyes.

I narrow my eyes at him. “I want to hear you say it.” I demand.

He gulps nervously and nods slowly. “Gryphon Riders.”

I turn to Xaden. “That’s why you panicked when Jeremiah locked onto Garrick’s mind. He was going to say Aretia before you cut him off. Wasn’t he?”

He begrudgingly tears his gaze from Garrick. “Yes. We had been talking about it before he burst into the courtyard.”

”And why were you talking about Aretia? Our home? Cause last time I checked it was gone.”

I was smart enough to piece together the puzzle in front of me. But I wanted to hear it from them. I needed to hear it from them. There was a reason Xaden had seemed so similar to our father recently. But I needed to hear it from the three people I held closest to me. The only family I had left.

Garrick and Xaden look at each other and they both nod, Garrick sighing in defeat as he prepares to tell me. He steps forward and holds the box out to me. I stare at it for a moment before I take it back angrily.

”Because we’ve been smuggling weapons to them. To help them. To protect them. To build an alliance with them. We’ve been doing it as soon as we were able to get away from the quadrant without raising suspicion.” He tells me quietly, as if he’s scared I will run off.

I can feel Garrick’s presence and I reach out. I can practically hear his rapid heartbeat beat through whatever connection I can make with this signet. He’s scared as hell. Everything him and Xaden have worked towards is out in the open. I also feel the worry of him losing me over this. He’s nervous at how angry I am. Damn right he should be.

”You’re building an alliance for another rebellion aren’t you?” I ask after silence falls over us.

Xaden stares at me intently as if trying to read my thoughts. His brow furrows in confusion before he nods. “Yes.”

I shake my head before walking back and forth in front of them. They hadn’t lied to me per say, but had kept something big from me. Something they all knew I would want to be in on. Aretia was my home. And we had all believed in my father’s course of action. Because it was the right thing to do.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why did you keep me in the dark?” I finally ask as I lean up against the railing over looking the quadrant.

“I just wanted to protect-“

I whip around to face Xaden who had stepped forward to talk to me. “To protect me? Gods, I don’t know how many times since I have been here that I have proven I don’t need protecting anymore! I am not that little girl you said goodbye to that day in Aretia!” I yell at him as Bodhi and Garrick look at us in shock, Garrick stepping back to stand near Bodhi.

“You’re my sister. A sister I thought died all those years ago. I will not lose you again!” Xaden fumes as he storms over to me.

“But you didn’t. I spent five years with him. Spent five years fighting for my life every single day. One wrong move and he would have ended me and we both know that. Five years I played the part he wanted me to play. The small naïve Riorson daughter who didn’t know better at the time. I fought every single day to make sure I could come back to you all. So don’t you dare say to me I need fucking protecting Xaden. Because I have proven I can look after myself. I have proven I don’t need any of you to do it for me. Because I did it for myself for five years.”

Garrick and Bodhi stand behind Xaden frozen in place as we stand toe to toe. Xaden and I had never raised a voice at each other. Yes we would butt heads and say some colourful words at each other. But this was a first. Bodhi and Garrick looked torn at pulling us apart or coming to defend the girl they use to know. I was not letting them push me around and coddle me like the young girl I was. I had proven I could defend myself.

“I don’t need your bodyguard. I don’t need you to have the other marked ones keep eyes on me like I’m some fragile little girl. She died the day she left Aretia.”

“Yes she did die. She literally did for all of us five years ago. We all thought you were dead. I cannot go through that again. I won’t go through that again.” He almost pleads to me as he goes to put his hands on my shoulders. “Just let us watch-“

“No!” I yell as power surges through me.

All of a sudden we are not standing in the tower anymore over looking the quadrant and the valley surrounding. We’re standing in the courtyard of Aretia. Except it’s were not. Its not real. There’s a sheen to it as if it’s a figment of our imagination. All four of us staring at our surroundings in awe. Xaden is the first to snap out of it as he turns back to me, his eyes wide with shock. I had somehow managed to feed on our collective weakness right now. Our home. Our home was our weakness and we would all fight for it. Like we were right now. I had somehow projected it for us all to see.

“How…. How did you do that?” Xaden asks as I look back at him.

“I-I don’t know. It just kind of happened.” I say as I look around in shock.

The image of Aretia slowly fades away, putting us back in the tower. Back in the quadrant. As it does so I can feel the presence in my head that I had tugged at. Xaden. I had pulled at his presence. But I hadn’t fully felt it when I did. As if my mind had reached out with out me willing it during my out burst at Xaden.

“You need to keep that part to yourself. If the professors find out you can do that…. They might see you as innistic.” He says sternly.

I slowly nod my head. He was right. Even though we were yet to tell the Professors I had manifested my signet, revealing I could cast projections like that would definitely have them questioning me. As Xaden had always said, I had an uncanny ability to see peoples strengths and weaknesses. And now it seemed I could project on that. Make them see it. Something the higher ups would want to either cut out or use for themselves. And I’m sure Melgren would find a way to keep me for himself if he found out. Seems I could do a lot more than just will things to move with my mind.

Behind him Bodhi and Garrick are staring at me shocked. They had seen me throw someone against a wall and float things towards me. But being able to get in someone’s head and project something like that was something neither of them had expected.

“Now can you please let me in on this. Let me fight for our home again. Let me help.” I plead to Xaden. “You know my signet can help. I can help. I want to fight for my home.”

He sighs before shaking his head. Torn at if to let me help, or keep trying to protect me. “You need to get it under control first. But you are right as much as it pains me to say.”

“Xaden.” Garrick goes to start before Xaden raises a hand silencing him.

Garrick’s lips tighten into a thin line as he holds back the words he wants to say.

“I can’t let you on the supply runs. It’s too risky with a first year. Too hard to explain. Especially if Melgren is keeping an eye on you. But I can tell you what is going on. Next year I can give you more. I’ll need someone to help Bodhi here when Garrick and I have graduated.”

I can tell the words are hard for him to say. But he knows I can help. Even if it’s just being in on what’s happening, it’s better than being left in the dark. Eventually my signet could be a big help. Meaning I would need to focus as much time as I could into mastering it and strengthening it. I let out the breath I didn’t realise I was holding as my anger starts to dull.

“And no more bodyguard.” I add as I look between Garrick and Xaden. “I’ve proven I am just as good as Liam.”

Xaden goes to object as Garrick steps forward and places a hand on his shoulder. “She’s right Xaden. She doesn’t need one. She has proven she can defend herself as much as I hate to say iot. She’s not the girl we use to know. And if you ever get worried she can stay in my room. I’ll look after her.”

Xaden looks between the two of us. Clearly he’s not overly impressed about the idea of Garrick and I sharing a room even though he is happy we finally sorted our shit out. But eventually he slowly nods. Garrick would pretty much always be with me minus some classes, where I would be with Liam anyway. Meaning outside of classes Liam would only have to keep his focus on Violet.

“Fine. But I swear to gods you two better put up silencing wards. I do not want to hear anything.”

Part 20 Tag List

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[scarletts-scribbles]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hey! Here's a compiled list of prompts for people to use, feel free to submit any of these for requests or to use in your own writing. I didn't come up with all of these myself so check out the credited creators! Requests are not limited to these prompts, feel free to think of your own or change these up!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 «» 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

“I’d rather sit and do nothing with you than do anything with anyone else.”

“Would a hug make things better?”

"You wanna cuddle for the rest of the morning?"

"Just hold me?"

"You're being extra cuddly this morning."

"Quiet night on the couch?"

“You make me want to be the best I can be.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you like to be the little spoon.”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“You look really cute in my clothes.”

“You’re special. People like you don’t come around often.”

“I’ve only ever loved you.”

"You're hogging the blankets."

"May I have this dance?"

“Are you blushing?! That’s adorable.”

“Breathtaking. You’re breathtaking.”

“You should smile more often, it looks good on you.”

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

“Should we make it official?”

“Can you wash my hair for me?” 

"You're crazy if you think I'm letting you sleep on the couch."

"Can I braid your hair?"

"I'm not giving up on you, ever. I promise you.”

“You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.” 

“I’m proud of you, no matter what.”

"You're the worst, I love you so much."

"You got me flowers?"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

“Did you ever really love me?”

"Why did you come back?"

“You couldn’t just let me have this, could you?”

“Just because you hate your life doesn’t mine to get to dictate mine!”

“Look what you’ve done…”

"You promised you wouldn’t forget me."

“I don’t have an attitude, I just answered your question.”

“Please say something!”

"I get it! You're jealous!"

“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”

“Is this how it really ends?”

“Why can’t you be happy for me for once?”

“It’s too late for ‘I’m sorries’.”

"I thought I'd lost you forever."

“Ha… I told you you’d outlive me.” 

“Since when did you ever care about me?!”

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.” 

“Kiss me one last time?

“Why did you think you could change this?! You’re nothing!”

“This is all your fault.”

“I vouched for you! How could you?!"

"God, how blind can you be?"

“You’re either a fool for not knowing or an idiot for not doing something!”

: ̗̀➛ 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

“Shut up and just let me take care of you!”

“Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.”

"How long have you been hiding this?"

“And just when were you planning to tell me you were sick?"

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“You’re awfully quiet today.”

“Get behind me.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“Hey! Hey, relax it was just a nightmare, I’m right here.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

“Try and get some sleep. I’ll stay right here- I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“Bless you! Jesus that nearly gave me a heart attack, how about a little warning next time?”

“Your hands are freezing! come here, let me warm you up.”

“Show me?”

“Your bedside manner is awful.”

“Your not exactly a good patient.”

"Did you eat something bad?"

“Would you like a heating pad?”

“I think I just started my period…”

“Oh darling, this fever, you’re totally burning up.”

“You can sleep in my bed, if it'd be of any help.”

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Did you remember to take your meds this morning?”

“Don’t be stupid, now sit down before you pass out.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Stay?”

“Who did this to you?”

“You’re not fine! You’re bleeding for gods sake!”

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

"I want to taste you so badly." 

"Make me beg for it." 

"Oh I can do this all night long." 

"Be a good girl and use your words darling." 

"You surprise me every day." 

"Let's find out how much you want it." 

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer." 

"Come on, please, do it." 

“Don’t worry, I’d take you out for dinner before I eat you out for dessert. It’s the polite thing to do.”  

"Do you like it when I talk like that?" 

"Oh, you like that?" 

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" 

"Well, let's see what happens tonight." 

“I’ll be gentle, baby.  Don’t worry.” 

"Can you kiss it better?" 

"Keep the noise down, baby.  Someone's gonna walk in." 

“God, you look amazing like this.” 

"Let’s put that smart mouth to good use.” 

"Oh, you're hard to please." 

"I had a very nice dream that started like this." 

"Can you be good for me?" 

"It's so hot when you talk like that." 

"I'll go as long as you need." 

prompt sources: @.scealaiscoite, @.sleepywriter00, @.dumplingsjinson, @.euthymiaaa, @.novelbear, @.luvmmarner, @.promptsbytaurie, @.creativepromptsforwriting, @.rosewritingprompts

[jeridandridge]

can you do 4 and 5 for the smutty one liners pls!!!

Ok so I changed this up a bit- hinting at smut towards the end.

Exes and Ohs

“Another!” Ava calls the bartender as you take a breath, downing your third shot. Janine roped everyone into going out for an evening for Jacobs birthday because in one way or another, everyone had a soft spot for him. Now you’re buzzed around your co workers.

Being buzzed around your co workers wasnt the best idea, especially when there was a strange electric tension between you and a certain redhead. Melissa stands at a high table with Barb and Zack nursing whatever brown liquor she liked. You clench your jaw and grip the shot glass with white knuckles.

“Girl chill, I ain’t paying for broken glasses.” Ava snaps you out of it. “You two need to bone and get it over with.”

“What are you talking about?” You laugh. “She can’t stand me.”

Ava rolls her eyes lifting another shot glass to her lips. “Get your eyes checked. Have fun sulking over here.”

With that, she walks away leaving you with your shot glass. There’s no way Melissas into you. She was always short with you and hardly ever said a word, even when she did it was prompted by Barb.

You blow out a breath and turn around heading to the table top, mint prevalent on your tongue from the drink.

“Y/n! Come here,” Jacob calls, wrapping his arm around your shoulders in a side hug. When you come up to the table you meet the redheads eyes, her gorgeous eyes youd like to get lost in, but as quick as you meet them she’s looking away from you, whispering something to Barb before she goes to the bar.

You stand there listening to everyone’s conversation, Jacob telling a funny story about him and Zack as you eye Melissa’s frame while she leans against the bar waiting for a drink. As she waits, you see a man walk up to her. One she doesn’t look to pleased with. You keep an eye on her, your ears peeking up when you hear Barb.

“Oh no.”

“Is that the ex husband?” You ask quirking a brow.

When you watch Melissa’s hand ball into a fist and the man get right in her face you move across the floor like there’s a trail of fire behind you. Melissa being Melissa, doesn’t back down.

“You’re an asshole, joe!”

Coming up to the two you wrap your arm around Melissa’s waist pulling her back to put yourself between her and the man. With your shoulders back and your chin up, you meet the man’s eyes with a quirked brow. He was clearly already drinking elsewhere before he got here.

“Why dont you go sit down before you get yourself into trouble, little man.”

You feel a warm hand on the center of your back that sends a shiver up your spine. You’d never ever touched Melissa before and she never touched you.

You keep your chin up as Joe laughs, sizing you up before he looks over your shoulder at his ex wife. “Wow, Mel, what a downgrade” he wobbles slightly and your jaw clenches.

You can’t help but let out an actual laugh. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but I can’t imagine having a woman like Melissa and fumbling that hard. Like, wow.” You laugh this time at him. “Go sleep it off, dumbass.”

Melissa smirks, grabbing your arm pulling you towards the hall that leads to the bathrooms ignoring the group that was watching. You’re sure you hear Ava booing the guy.

Your heart is pounding. You’re sure you fucked up.

“Melissa I’m sorry, that wasn’t any of my business but I couldn’t stand him being in your face like that he-“

Melissa pulls you into the bathroom cutting you off. luckily you were the only ones in there.

“Hon, what the hell was that?” She laughs crossing her arms leaning against the counter.

You eye the woman, relieved she isn’t pissed. “Wait, so you’re not mad? Because I thought you hated me all year.”

“Hate you? Why would I hate you? You’re nothin but nice to everyone. It’s almost sick.” She teases you. “I did try to avoid you though.”

“Why?” You ask bewildered.

“It’s not obvious?” She asks taking a step forward, so close you can smell her perfume.

“No,” you laugh, “I legitimately thought you hated me. You only talk to me if it’s a group activity or Barb is there too. Plus I’m-“

Before you can finish your sentence warm hands cup your cheeks while soft lips meet yours. It takes you a moment to register what’s happening, but when you do you melt against the older woman wrapping your arms around her waist.

You break the kiss with a dazed smile keeping your arms around her.

“You know you could’ve done that a lot sooner than-“

Melissa stokes your cheek with her thumb pecking your lips.

“Staying quiet has never been your strong suit, huh?” She teases.

You take a page out of her book smirking, a warmth spreading through you.

“Make me shut up then.”

The red head meets your smirk with her own leading you out of the bathroom. Walking back to the table to grab your things everyone gives you knowing looks including the ever subtle Ava.

“Bout damn time!”

[colonelpancakes]

Dragon Prince Liveblog thingamajig part two! Love, War and Mushrooms. Under the cut because this one got long too. I have thoughts. Most of this episode was spent cooing over Zym.

Ohhh the intro did change and it's Claudia now. Her expression is so heartbreaking, she's not even reaching out, she's just looking up at Aaravos like she trusts him to help her. And the way she was stumbling and using the staff to walk... Ough, Claudia my girl.

Skjsdljaflks Hat is clinging on for dear life huh? Baitlings my beloveds.

Corvus! Yay! Also I love Soren, he's so sweet and goofy especially when he's around the younger kids like Ez and Zym.

Oh, so the Sunfire Elves have six armies? Did we know that already? I can’t remember but that’s interesting. So Karim only has a sixth of the army then

Zym curled up in Zubeia’s nest in the same way he did when he was a little dragon in S3 E9 is breaking my heart.

I'm really loving Soren and Corvus's banter in this episode, they're really funny and cute. The charades thing is very cute too.

OUGH KARIM’S REFLECTION IN JANAI’S CROWN! Her brother is haunting her, his betrayal is haunting her and it’s so good. I love reflections I love mirrors I love this type of framing so much.

Poor Janai- OH FUCK THAT’S NOT GOOD.

SOREN THIS IS HOW YOU GET POISONED AND DIE.

Aww Zym is such a good boy 💕

SOREN. NO!

DON'T FEED IT TO HAT AS WELL!! They are such dumbasses.

Ooh, Katolis lore? 👀 That's a really cool name

I love the framing of this shot. Also, this story is either going to help Janai or make her even more paranoid so let's hope it's the former.

You! Motherfucker!

I love Karim continuing to refer to history as if it has a mind of it's own, building off how he told Janai that history demanded that she do things a certain way. It’s such an interesting difference between his worldview and Janai’s. Also, sidenote, who gave animators the right to make their villains so attractive why is Miyana so gorgeous?

Now that feels like foreshadowing if every I’ve seen it.

I still love how Sol Regem literally said “I lost my hope long before I lost my sight” and Karim went. Ah yes, clearly restoring his sight is the key to restoring his hope like. Man, that’s the opposite of what he said.

Hat fistbump!!!!

I love Soren and Corvus their dynamic is great. My question though, is when the hell was there a summer camp named Camp Katolis? And why is it named after the kingdom? But the image of Corvus and Soren leading summer camp singalongs is so good.

Hat sleeping on Soren's face 🥹

I love seeing Zym and Ezran use their psychic link to say goodnight to each other that’s so sweet. I would die for them.

So… I’m thinking they’re about to get abducted by faeries? Is that what’s happening?

Zym's face here is killing me he looks like Toothless when he's mad at Hiccup. Also, I really love Soren and Corvus's dynamic they bounce off each other so well. I can totally see why people ship them.

SOREN. NO.

WOAH! Studio Ghibli Pokemon type creature!!

See, Soren, this is another good reason we don’t eat random mushrooms. Sometimes they’re little guys. Also, "mushpal" is an adorable name for these things.

Soren is so sweet and the way Corvus looks at him here is so soft.

Zym Hat!

More in reblogs because I ran out of room again -_-

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Bottle Branch Part 2

a previously unplanned part two to this

ao3

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of death

846 words

Branch was drifting between states of consciousness, as was becoming more and more commonplace in the past however-long-he’d-been-here. It was nearly impossible to get any real rest, but he also never felt truly awake anymore. Having your talent drained out of you would do that to a guy, he’d learned.

He was curled up against the wall of his prison, seeking warmth where he knew there was none. He was so cold all the time, now…

Something thudded outside of the bottle, and he was roused from his not-quite-sleep. He sat up, staring in disbelief at the face-down troll in front of him. Who the hell was that?

The stranger got to his feet, eyes going wide as he locked eyes with Branch. “Bitty B?” He said, “is that you?!”

Branch’s heart skipped a beat, crawling its way into his throat. He couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t possible. “John… Dory?” He asked, voice hoarse. He must have been dreaming. 

“Yes!” He exclaimed, all but lighting up, “it’s me! I’m here to get you out of… that thing!”

He laughed weakly, letting his head fall back until it lightly tapped against the wall he sat against. “I finally get some sleep and this is what I dream about.”

“Oh, this is no dream, baby brother. Well, maybe a dream come true, as I have arrived to save you! Hi-yah!”

He looked back up in time to see Dream JD’s body collide with the opposite wall of the diamond. He fell to the ground with a groan. “Ugh, okay, no biggie, let’s try… this!”

The pointless assault on the bottle was only giving him a headache. 

“For the love of — stop, John.” He groaned, “fuck, this isn’t even real.”

“Of course it’s real! Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because I’m not delusional!” He said. The irony was not lost on him that he was actually engaging with this insanity. “I know you would never actually come for me.”

Dream JD looked confused. “But… you wrote me that letter specifically asking for me to come save you.”

Branch rolled his eyes. “If I had the opportunity to call for help, it certainly wouldn’t be to you. Those talent-sucking succubi forged the letter, dumbass.”

“O…kay, well I’m here now, and I’m not about to let my brother be imprisoned for a moment longer!” He charged with a machete he’d pulled from his hair, and for a moment Branch was actually concerned for his brother’s safety. Before of course remembering that he didn’t need to be concerned with the safety of someone who was just a figment of his imagination. 

“Just leave,” he snapped. “I don’t need your help. Even if I wanted it, there’s nothing you could do. This thing is solid diamond.”

“Solid diamond…” he muttered, pacing back and forth as if he hadn’t just tried to have a jousting competition with a bottle. He snapped his fingers. “Oh, but I can get you out of there, Bitty! There’s one thing that can shatter diamond!”

He couldn’t seriously mean—

“The perfect family harmony!”

Branch laughed. How could he not? The mere suggestion was hilarious, if not deeply cruel. “Yeah, right,” he said, shaking his head. “That thing that we tried one time and failed so miserably at that you all left and never came back for me. Great idea.”

JD’s face soured. “What? But the others were supposed to stick around with you! That is so irresponsible!”

Had his eldest brother always been this allergic to self-awareness?

“Doesn’t matter, I can track them down! Maybe grandma can help! Where can I find her?”

In an instant, any deluded humor Branch could find in the situation dissolved. He glared daggers at the amalgamation of his brother. He was so angry, he just wanted to scream. He wanted to say things he could never take back. His lips trembled as he shakily formed words.

“She’s dead.”

An unreadable expression crossed his face before it begun to crumple. “What… what?” he asked quietly, like he was in shock. As if he hadn’t made his own choices. “She’s… no, no not Grandma Rosiepuff. She’s… she was so…”

He didn’t have the energy for the incoming breakdown. From who, he couldn’t be sure. “The harmony won’t work, and the others would never care enough to come, anyway.”

“Of course we—”

“Just leave, John.”

“I won’t. Not again.”

“Hmph. That’s new.”

“Branch…”

“I don’t want your help. I don’t need it.”

“—re dying out there! What we need is more troll.”

The quickly approaching voices of the giants snapped JD out of his stupor. He looked around in a panic, taking a hesitant step back.

Branch sighed. “On the off chance that… this is real. Find Queen Poppy. She’ll know what to do.”

“Who? Huh?”

“Either do that or go back to your own life, I don’t care. Just… get out of here.”

“I’ll find her. And I’ll come back for you, Branch,” he said, hair reaching for the vent he must have dropped out of. “I promise.”

As if he hadn’t heard that one before.

[im-a-simp-for-my-ships]

I'm so angry, so upset I can hardly think straight. I'd been staying away from the news for a while now because I couldn't take listening to what that tangerine and his cronies were doing next.

And after thinking I'm strong enough to see what I've missed, I hear that the Supreme Court, the right hand of that shitbag in an orange skinsuit, has given the Jan 6th insurrectionists the win they wanted, have overturned YET ANOTHER long standing precedent that now gives the judiciary a giant fucking knife to gut any and all regulations that go against special interests, because they can, AND has now said fuck you to the homeless and have upheld the ban to keep them from sleeping outside even though it's more often their only fucking option when there's no fucking services to give them the help they need.

I'm so angry, so scared, I can't think straight. My heart is in my throat and I'm fucking terrified that with all these assholes telling people not to vote and to throw their vote away because both parties are bad, that it's gonna get A LOT worse come November. If fucking trump gets back into the white house, that's it. The Supreme Court is already unhinged because of what he did during his first 4 years. I'm horrified to think how much worse it can get.

They came for roe v wade. They came for affirmative action. They've made the judiciary into a hammer to break anything they don't like in their way. The majority of the court hates women, people of color, lgbtq+, the poor, and they're gonna come after every one of us just because they can.

Anyone who says both parties are the same?? You can all fuck off into a fucking lava pit. I loathe every single one of you who incite people not to vote because they need to have picture perfect fucking candidate that fits EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF THEIR IDEALS and refuse to compromise to the detriment of the rest of the country.

This is YOUR fault we're where we are. It's YOUR fault that Hillary wasn't voted president, and we got that fucking grease stain for 4 fucking years, that gave us the supreme court we have now, who's tearing up our rights with every ruling. It's YOUR fault that roe v wade was lost, and that women's bodies, which have always been fair game in red states, are now in even more danger than ever. That handmaidens tale universe is getting closer to being a reality with all the shit you dumbass fucks have pulled.

And now you want to continue with your fucking misinformation and encouraging people not to vote because what, because you think your cause is more righteous than everyone else's? You think someone can't condemn what's happening in Gaza what's happening with Palestinians and still vote blue??? You think if I don't want to hand over control of my body to the government, if I don't want to lose my right to vote, to not worry that they'll be coming after me if I'm lgbtq or a minority or anything they don't view as deserving of basic human rights, that I should be like you??? And toss this country into hands that want to take all that away??? Do you really think not voting for biden or any other democrat is gonna help Palestinians??? Really?? Are you that. FUCKING. DUMB???!! I want to shake every single one of you to wake the fuck up because you'll do nothing but make it easier for the Supreme court to keep doing what it's doing, for the party that hates anything not white, not rich, not straight unless it benefits them, to get stronger and stronger until all of us that don't think like them are crushed like fucking ants under their boots.

So fuck you to anyone who spread lies, who tells others not to vote, that a vote for democrats is a vote for genocide, because you know what? You're slowly helping to kill your friends, families, and yes strangers, because of your inaction. You're helping to put people in power that don't give ONE FUCK about Palestine. Don't give ONE FUCK about anything but turning this country into their own personal fucking playground where they can do whatever they want, with impunity.

VOTE FUCKING BLUE PEOPLE VOTE LIKE YOUR LIFE IS ON THE LINE---BECAUSE IT IS.

[devilbeez]

Please tell me about your first year poly for TWST you included in those videos. I’m starving for content about these losers I need more.

okay okay so— Imma be honest, my poly relationship headcanons are just the ship’s headcanons mix in a bowl—

Like if I have an Ace/Deuce headcanon, boom it’s a poly headcanon now, Ace and Deuce do that shit to EVERYONE in the poly. The combination I already did are Ace/Jack , Ace/Deuce, Ace/Epel and them at prom

Imma try to do a more group thing for this ask tho

I feel like Ace and Deuce are the closest in the poly. Mostly because they’re each other first friend in school, same dorm and multiple near death experiences trauma bond and what not.

Sometimes they alienate the other two because how much they spend a lot of time together especially when they spend too much time with Mc.

Jack and Epel get jealous at first but as time pass they communicate and Ace and Deuce try to do better and make time for the, while Jack and Epel kind learn that they’re close for a reason

The second closest is Epel and Deuce because of Book 5, I feel like sometimes they just get lost in the moment and act like it just them. Like Deuce do it with Ace too but most of the time there’s Mc as third wheel so it’s not much of a romantic, deeply stared into each other eyes like they’re soulmate type of thing

Ace and Jack ended up making fun of them and recreate what they do to mock them but Jack was too good at being accidentally smooth that Ace couldn’t handled it after like the third time

Ace is the resident simp of the poly. I don’t think this is a surprise. Man is that meme of like “guys are hot…girls are hot… why is everyone hot—“

Deuce meanwhile is the mental support, he’s the one listening to every words out of the other’s mouth like it was some sort siren song. They can make a deez nut joke and Deuce would look at them with hearts in his eyes like “god, I wanna married those dumbasses”

You would think Epel cook for the group but I feel like Ace and Jack are a better cook and they cook together sometimes for the other two. Jack had siblings he learnt to be independent and Ace just learn how to cook out of spite for the social norm of “lovers need to show their affection”

I feel like them going on a date is just a friend hang out, aside from kisses and hug with no hetero explanation there’s no romantic air between them. They’re just hanging out and just be them because they all kinda agreed with each other that romantic dates are dumb and they should just have fun

THEY STEAL EACH OTHER CLOTHES— I know this is poly headcanon but the poly steal Mc and Sebek’s clothes too. The first year fucking shared a closet.

Ace doodled the other’s name with heart into his sleeve, depending on who makes him simp the most in the moment.

You would think they would cuddle in such a cute way with like Jack being the big spoon and then Deuce and Ace and then Epel but nope— Epel insisted on being the big spoon despite his side, Ace could not wake up the same position he sleep in to save his life, Deuce is clingy as fuck and Jack just sleep like a plank with his hands on his sides.

[scpaftermathau]

Incorrect quotes (Very Long shitpost)

CODEX: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes. ---

Cain: Yo dumbass, get over here. Able: Okay- Kyros: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming! Able, sadly: I thought... I was dumbass...

---

Kyros: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited. Zosimos: "If" Junior: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.

---

Kyros: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco. Arachne: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy. Rot: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance. Junior: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

--- Junior: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into- Zosimos: You sleep with a teddybear. Junior: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

---

CODEX: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you it’d ruin the mystery.

---

Cain: Aren’t you going to say “have a nice day?” CODEX: I don’t care if you have a pulse, much less a nice day.

---

Kyros: If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be? CODEX: Bleach. Zosimos: Sewage. Kyros: ...Please calm down, edgelords.

---

Arachne: Junior, get that hidious thing out of the living room, would you? Junior: Rot, Arachne wants you to get out of the house.

---

Arachne: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game... Junior, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Arachne: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

---

Rot: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? Cain: Bees? Rot: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES! Cain: Wait- *Arachne approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

---

Kyros: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

---

CODEX: I’ve organized your messages into three categories. CODEX: “From Kyros” CODEX: “Death Threats” CODEX: and “Death Threats From Kyros”

---

Kyros: Is this about me? CODEX: No. Kyros: Then I've lost interest.

---

Kyros: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. Cain: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Kyros: Seize the dick.

---

Junior: If bees can be fish and boys can be girls, then why can't my dad love me? Able: I thought I was going to have to yell at you, but now I think I should hug you.

---

*Cain sneezes* Kyros: Cain, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby! *Able sneezes* Kyros: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

---

Junior: I’m sorry for being annoying. Junior: It will happen again.

---

Cain: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. Kyros: I sleep with a knife. Arachne: Both of you are pathetic. Cain: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? Arachne: Rot.

---

Kyros, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. Able, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

---

Arachne: Just trust me. Have I ever put you in an unsafe or uncomfortable situation? Junior: All the time. Arachne: Then you should be used to it by now.

---

Rot: Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.

---

Kyros: If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. CODEX: ...We're on the ground floor. Kyros: I know but I want a dramatic exit.

---

Rot: Did you like the food I made? Arachne: No, not really. Rot: But I put my heart and soul into it! Arachne: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

---

Arachne: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Rot, rushing in: Arachne! Junior tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

---

Corvus: When I first met you, I did not like you. Junior: I'm aware of that. Corvus: But then you and I had some time together. Junior: Uh-huh? Corvus: It did not get better.

---

Junior: I learned a valuable lesson from this. Corvus: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lesson you actually should’ve taken away… Junior: DEATH ISN’T REAL AND I AM BASICALLY GOD!

---

Arachne: Are you ready to commit? Rot: Like, a crime or a relationship?

---

Kyros: Know why I called you in here? Cain: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Kyros: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

---

Cain: Wow, they really hate us. Kyros: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic. Cain: But we’re not gay, Kyros. Kyros: Cain: Kyros: We’re not?

---

CODEX: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

---

Junior: My mom is calling… hi mom. Cain: Come on guys, stop. They’re trying to talk to their mom. Able: *loud fake sexual noises* Zosimos: EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! Rot: *is asleep* Kyros: *gets really close to the phone* Tell her I said hi.

[mythologyfolklore]

Liù'ěr Míhóu joins the jttw gang, or: How to redeem an all-hearing celestial monkey with a superiority complex and a seriously bad attitude

(A/N: TW: mention of genocide, self-harm (kinda) and mutilation)

Chapter Twenty-nine: The Great Sage speaks with the Little Sage

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Later, as the two groups made their beds, Liù'ěr Míhóu approached Zhū Bājiè with an unusual request: “Hey. Mind if tonight I rest on that big belly of yours?”

Zhū Bājiè looked at him like he'd just gone even crazier. Understandable.

Just when the six-eared monkey thought he'd broken the pig's brain, the latter finally asked: “But … what about my snoring?”

“I've grown used to it and found it has the benefit of drowning out all the background noise and giving me something to focus on. And since you don't toss or turn in your sleep, I don't have to worry about tumbling off.”

Bājiè's face grew even more doubtful. “And my stink doesn't bother you either?”

Liù'ěr Míhóu shrugged: “I'm gonna tell you a secret, Third Brother: I have no sense of smell to speak of.”

“Aha.” Bājiè shrugged as well, then lay down and tucked himself in. “Alright, if you wanna, go ahead. It doesn't bother me.”

Liù'ěr Míhóu immediately climbed onto the the pig's giant rump, yawned and sprawled on his elder brother like a starfish.

“So”, he started right away. “You saw what I saw, right?”

Bājiè grunted: “What, the sensual tension between these two and that the great Èrláng Shén has feelings for our Eldest Brother, while Eldest Brother is feeling … something for the Illustrious Sage?”

“Oh, good, we are on the same page here! Do you also think this is kinda stupid?”

“Absolutely. These two gotta sort their shit out, Youngest Brother. Doesn't mean everything has to be sunshine and rainbows afterwards, but sorting out their shit would help them a lot. You know what I mean?”

The macaque chuckled: “Oh, yes. Sadly, it won't happen anytime soon that they sort their shit out and by the time they do, there will be a lot more shit to sort out.”

Bājiè groaned: “Ugh, they're both idiots!” The monkey felt him tense. “Please don't tell them I just said that.”

Liù'ěr Míhóu patted the belly beneath him in reassurance. “Don't worry, your secret's safe with me.”

“Thanks.”

“And I agree; they're both emotionally stunted dumbasses. Though in my opinion Èrláng Shén is even more of an emotionally stunted dumbass, because he'd rather repress his own feelings than get his head out of his arse, apologise and try to start from scratch.”

The pig chortled.

The macaque became pensive. “What a sad, sad man he is. He has my pity.”

Bājiè hummed in agreement, then started snoring.

Wow. Never seen someone fall asleep that fast before!

Oh well. That just meant the monkey could focus entirely on the two loveb- uh, the two rivals having a heart-to-heart at the nearby cliff under the moon. Because of course he had noticed how the Monkey King and Èrláng Shén had snuck away as the others had been settling down. Dorks.

They were approximately 50 feet away, enough for anyone else to not hear them (except for Liù'ěr Míhóu himself, of course).

It was a bit hard to tune out Bājiè's snoring, but for Liù'ěr Míhóu that wasn't much of a hindrance. He filtered it out to focus on the two men he wanted to listen in on.

For a while the god and the monkey sat in silence. Liù'ěr Míhóu could hear Èrláng Shén's heart race, while Wùkōng's heartbeat was calm.

In the end it was Sūn Wùkōng, who spoke first: “Ninety-eight percent.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Ninety-eight percent. Forty-six thousand. That's how many of my grandchildren are lost. Over 25 000 of my children burned to death, another 15 000 starved to death or left, and a few thousands more were killed by poachers. Just in case you wanted to know.” Wùkōng's voice was flat. But he needed no accusatory tone to get his point across.

When Èrláng responded, his voice was subdued and sombre: “I see. Thank you for telling me. I … I didn't know I killed so many. I didn't even realise there was no army to defeat, until I saw all the dying civilians.”

(Liù'ěr Míhóu could hear the nigh inaudible crunch of his fellow disciple's claws digging into the rock under his fingers.)

“… You didn't know I had no army.”

“No. When I received my order to exterminate your kin for your crimes against Heaven …”

“What did they say?”

“Huh?”

Wùkōng sounded impatient: “What did they tell you? How did they word it?”

A sigh. “… 'Go and wipe out that accursed monkey's troop'. That's what my uncle said. Considering your crimes against Heaven, that would have meant wiping out your entire clan. Since you have none, I though it meant your army, as it does for humans. It was only after the crime was committed, that I learned from Golden Cicada that 'troop' is the monkey equivalent to 'clan'. But of course by then it was too late.” A bitter snort. “I would have asked them to give me fifty whip lashes for every murdered civilian, but I didn't even know how many monkeys died. So I had Golden Cicada burn my back with Samadhi Fire instead.”

“I didn't know you knew Golden Cicada personally.”

“They were my best friend from my childhood, until they reincarnated.”

“Oh.” There was the sound of someone shifting along the ground. “Can I see it? The scar. I just feel like seeing proof that you felt some of my babies' pain-”

There was the rustling of clothes, as Èrláng Shén complied with the request. “Here. Can you see it in the dark?”

“Yes.”

A few seconds of silence later, Èrláng Shén gasped, his breathing trembled and his heartbeat quickened.

Sūn Wùkōng sounded focussed, as he examined the burns. “This looks really bad. Much worse than the burns I got from Hóng Hái'er. Or Shàncái, as he's known now. Maybe you've met him? Guānyīn's newest disciple?”

“Yes, I have met him. Of course it looks worse, Golden Cicada and I had much more time to perfect our True Samadhi Fire.”

“But it's been 500 years, these burns should have been healed by now! Or did Golden Cicada not …?”

“No. I asked them not to. No one healed your subjects, why should I have that privilege? Golden Cicada didn't like my logic at all, but they complied.”

“… Does it still hurt?”

“No.”

(Liar.)

“I don't believe you. There is no way that doesn't hurt.”

A slightly annoyed groan. “Alright, fine. It hurts like Dìyù, especially when a living furnace of a person touches it! Happy?”

“No, but it's better than a lie. Isn't it uncomfortable, when these bandages rub against the skin?”

“I'm not taking them off, just so you can-!”

“I don't want to see your breasts, dammit! What the fuck, gawking at naked people is gross!”

“Well, tell that to all the creeps I've caught spying on me, while I bathed!” A short pause. Then an amendment: “Or don't. Because I killed them all. And no one will ever find the bodies, because I made a quick buck selling them on the black market.”

(Liù'ěr Míhóu could hear the sinister smile in Èrláng's voice.)

The Monkey King chortled: “Yeah, that sounds like something you'd do!”

“Hey! They had it coming! Unlike …” He didn't finish that sentence, but it was clear, who he was referring to.

(Awkward silence, part three.)

Then Èrláng spoke, solemnly: “Great Sage. I want you to know, that I never once have been proud of my actions. Never. If I could reverse them and bring back your grandchildren, I would.”

There was a gulp and a slight hitch in Sūn Wùkōng's breath, before he replied in a clipped voice: “… Good.”

Suddenly there was a sniffle, which seemed to concern Èrláng. “Great Sage?”

“Can you swear to never hurt them again?”, Sūn Wùkōng croaked, clearly trying and failing not to cry. “I-I'll give you anything, anything you want, if only you promise me! Promise me, that you'll never hurt my babies again!”

“You don't need to plead, nor offer me anything at all, Great Sage. There are only two things I want in this world and you cannot give them to me.”

“ … Oh.”

“But I can give you this: I, Yáng Jiăn, Èrláng Shén, the True Monarch and Illustrious Sage, swear; that I will never again enter your territory with harmful intent, never again harm anyone under your protection, nor forget the wrong I did. The heavens, the earth and the Dìyù are my witnesses. And if I ever break this oath, then … uhhh …” His solemn tone turned awkward, as he couldn't think of a punishment.

But the Monkey King seemed to have an idea: “If you break your oath, your pretty hair will fall out!”

“M-my hair?!?”

“Your hair!”

“D-does it have to be that?”

“Well, your hair seems to be very important to you, so yes!”

After a sharp inhale, Èrláng conceded, teeth-gnashingly: “… Fine. If I ever break this binding oath, my hair shall fall out. Happy?”

“Quite.”

“… My beautiful hair …”

“There, there”, Sūn Wùkōng cooed mockingly. “Let this be an incentive not to break your promise!”

Èrláng grumbled: “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want! I'd love to see your face, if you ever lost all your fur!”

The Monkey King mock-gasped: “But Little Sage! Without my fur, I would be … naked! Do you really want to see me like that?”

“… I walked into that one, didn't I?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you did.”

(Liù'ěr Míhóu struggled not to laugh out loud and alert everyone to his wakefulness.)

“…”

“… Well? Something else to say, Little Sage?”

Èrláng seemed to be thinking, whether he should say it or not. (Judging by his heartbeat, which was getting quicker again, he was flustered.)

After a while he mumbled: “You know, I hope we can battle again one day. Without any arrests or Lăozi ruining it, of course. I … I really enjoyed fighting you.”

When Sūn Wùkōng, there was a smile in his voice: “Yeah, I admit that was pretty fun. Tell you what, if I ever feel better about you, I'll let you know and we'll have a friendly spar. Just you and me, without that old man being a buzzkill.”

“In a barren landscape, where we can go all out and engage in immortal combat and never give in, until finally one or even both of us collapse from exhaustion, or has to leave because something came up?”

“Obviously.”

“I'd love that.”

“And don't worry; I won't make any inappropriate sex jokes on the battlefield again!”, the monkey teased.

(Liù'ěr Míhóu was confused – inappropriate sex jokes on the battlefield? He hadn't heard anything of that! – but decided to keep listening.)

Èrláng Shén groaned: “Ugh, don't remind me! I can't believe you did that! A bustard, are you kidding me? Of all the transformations! You might as well have held up a sign that said 'slut and proud'!”

(Ohhhh, that kind of inappropriate sex joke!)

The Monkey King snickered: “Well, actually I'm not interested in the act itself and never was, so I'm not a slut, but I love myself a good joke! You should make a few too! Everybody loves a man with a good sense of humour!”

“I do have a sense of humour!”, the three-eyed god protested. “Just because it doesn't align with yours, doesn't mean it isn't there! You know what's funny to me? Getting my hands on someone who's wronged me or someone I care about, watching them grovel and beg for their lives, as I look down on them and laugh like the war criminal I am, before ripping them to shreds!”

Sūn Wùkōng's heartbeat went faster and his breathing grew a bit heavier.

“Holy fucking shit, that's hot!”, he whispered. “I hear stuff like that from Six Ears a lot, but for some reason it sounds so much better coming out of your mouth!”

(That's because you're simping for him!, Liù'ěr Míhóu thought drily. I'm going to tease you. I'm going to tease you relentlessly, until you're gonna wish for a hole you can hide in, but even that won't save you from my teasing!)

Èrláng chuckled: “Well, good to know that we're both bloodthirsty and battle-hungry madmen.”

“And I'm not ashamed to admit it! My Shīfù hates it though. 'Stop murdering people, you crazy apehead, killing is wrong', wah, wah, wah! I just kill the people, who are trying to kill him! Thing is, if he knows they're demons, he doesn't complain, but as soon as he thinks they're human, it's torture time! Sure, he has promised me not to do it again, but he's said that before and broken his word, and I don't believe him anymore! Was Golden Cicada like this?!”

“No”, answered Èrláng. “There was not one false joint in their exoskeleton. They had several shelves full of scrolls and books filled with promises made, just to make sure they wouldn't forget. But they could dish out some nasty punishments to people they felt deserved it. Aside from the True Samadhi Fire, they also possessed several powerful magical treasures.”

“What happened to them?”

“Golden Cicada entrusted them to Yùdĭng Zhēnrén for safe-keeping, to not be given to anyone but their 10th reincarnation. In other words, they belong to your master, if he wants them back. And my Shīfù is much more watchful and cautious with his possession than Lăozi and all the idiots, who can't watch their own pets.”

“Don't remind me! Ugh, they're so annoying! First the old man's assistants ran away with his shit, became demons and tried to eat my master, then the old man's bull ran away, turned into a demon and tried to eat my master, and don't even get me started on that time Guānyīn's goldfish got away, turned into a demon and-”

“Tried to eat your master.”

“Obviously. But I called her and she got him back. Looking back it was kinda funny, though. Bājiè got his arse handed to him by a goldfish!”

“He did?” Èrláng burst into laughter: “Hah! Oh man, I wish I had seen that, I really do! I will totally tell Cháng'é! She's going to love this!”

“But wait! There are more funny stories! You ever heard of the Empire of Women?”

“Of course, why?”

“Okay, so-”

He then proceeded to regale his former nemesis with the story of how his master and Bājiè had gotten themselves knocked up by a magic baby river.

(Èrláng Shén found it just as funny and ironic as Liù'ěr Míhóu had)

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hi brownie! i just broke my heart over your treaper fics and those boys are in desperate need for a happy ending so i have some time travel fix it ideas-

reaper wakes up on the train with a clear mind and memories of being sang to sleep (to death) by a boy who he had only met in a cage of the capitol's making. it was a hazy blur, something that might have been a dream or nightmare, until he sees the boy again.

treech, reaper knows, and when their eyes meet upon seeing each other in that cramped truck transporting them to the zoo enclosure, he thinks that treech knows him, too.

treech had waken alongside lamina, who he'd missed, who he'd mourned, and thinks he's hallucinating. it wasn't reaper, but he grabbed it with desperate hands, no longer stained with blood as they had been moments before. it takes him a bit longer to work out that he's back to relive the horrors again, but the relief he'd felt seeing reaper, realizing he wouldn't be alone in this repetition, in what could be a second chance, is overwhelming.

so, after a bit of time to comfort each other, they get to talking aobut what to do. treech isn't leaving lamina behind, and reaper doesn't want to abandon dill either, so they're trying to work out something to get the four of them out- except it's not a very big enclosure so someone overhearing their escape plan quickly spirals into all of the tributes plotting to get the heck out. treech and reaper know what's to come, it's just a matter of working out a plan to escape & what point in time would give them the best chance of success.

maybe it's intervening early to keep brandy alive (and verbally tearing arachne a new one while they're at it). maybe it's getting closer to their mentors to get some actual support for their situation. maybe it's during the arena bombing and using that chance to book it out of there. maybe it's just collectively deciding that they're not going to kill each other in the arena bc if the capitol wants to prove they're monsters, then they're going to raise the mirror back at them. if it's that last one, then maybe they all just get a chance to be kids having a found family arc :)

(anyways, love all your fics and fix its! thanks for writing them <3)

Hiii!!

>:D

Oh My God I saw your comments and they made me so happy!! For one because someone actually read it and commented and for two because mission accomplished. I'm glad I broke your heart with the rarepair I created and am the only shipper of :p.

Honestly yeah this would be an amazing explanation for how any given fix-it starts. Two dumbasses in love don't wanna lose each other or their friends again and it spirals. Aside from the obvious coming to terms with all this, the happiness at seeing their lost ones alive again and the brief panic at having to relive this all over again, I bring you a new fix-it AU:

Star Crossed Lovers save the world, but several decades earlier and a whole lot more gay

Treech and Reaper have their reunion and decide it's obvious what they're here to do: Save all the tributes (and unbeknownst to them the whole of Panem). They bring their partners into this and a few other tributes overhear and join. While they briefly discuss escaping, it quickly becomes clear there are simply too many things that could go wrong and too many factors out of their control for it to be viable. Such a large group of kids simply doesn't have the luck for any plan to succeed, and while they'd usually try it anyway... They have a better idea. After all, they have a massive trump card in the knowledge of what this all is about. These games are supposed to be entertaining, and they're a way for the Capitol to convince itself that its better than the districts. Well what better way to shake that up than to play out a love story and make people sympathise with them?

So the two lay the ground works for their "growing romance" so it doesn't feel out of the blue while Lucy Gray steals hearts in the zoo. When Brandy is about to attack Arachne, Treech calls out to her and gives her half of the loaf of bread he just got from juggling, ignoring the Capitol visitors' eyes on him as he gives Arachne a look somewhere between disappointed and disturbed. Then he looks at the rest of his food and sighs slightly before giving it to the tributes that need it the most. That evening they bring the other tributes into it and explain the big events that will definitely happen despite their interference with the timeline. The interviews, the bombing, and the Plinth Prize motivation for the mentors. Oh also Sejanus being trustworthy. They decide to try and show their mentors that the districts are people too in hopes of planting a seed of doubt large enough to get them out of the games in the long run because they're smart enough to realize they don't have actual power here. Just the ability to try and influence those who do. Now, Treech was very uncharitable to Vipsania in the last timeline for very valid reason, but he's had a while to come to terms with it and those minutes (maybe even hours, he's not sure. It's a blur) after Reaper's death gave him some perspective in hindsight. She wasn't great, but a part of her did care. Besides, reliving that week before the games reminded him that it isn't her fault. She was indoctrinated and raised to believe what she did, so while he can hate her for how she treated him he can't exactly fault her. Besides, she did send that drone that saved him from rabbid Reaper's attack in the last few minutes of the actual games. This time, he'll just be a little nicer from the start and see if anything changes or not. Reaper also gives Clemensia a chance, though he still doesn't say much to her and dislikes her. All the other tributes do their best to not be too harsh, but they haven't been through this already so it's a lot more difficult for them.

This set of dominoes wildly impacts the rest of the timeline. For one, Treech giving his food to Brandy made him even more popular than he was originally in the rankings, and it happened far earlier than before too. This means there's a lot more attention on him than last time, which is great because that means his little romance arc with Reaper will be far more known-about. Vipsania is satisfied with this until the first interview between tributes and mentors. She's pleased he knows how to use an ax but when she tells him not to help the "competition" anymore since he's already got the attention he gets upset with her because they deserve kindness and he won't add to their misery. This throws Vipsania for a loop because it destroys everything she's ever thought about the districts. He refuses to answer the questionaire at first but then they properly get talking and oh no he's wormed his way into her heart while being clearly upset with her. Now what? How can she fix this? Clemensia has a similar experience, receiving very little from Reaper at first but inevitably reaching the conclusion that he's a kid who doesn't wanna hurt people and he's right to distrust her. They talk to the other mentors and this means all mentors start paying attention to their tributes, realizing they're just kids and starting to care for them. Naturally this ends up causing a conflict because they all wanna save their tribute but that means the others have to die and they can see that that would emotionally destroy their friends.

They talk to non-mentor students about it too and from there it just starts to spread. Vipsania and Clemensia are particularly worried about the Treaper arc happening, but the two lovebirds continue because they know through the grapevine (people talking outside the enclosure) that they're front page news. They succesfully help avoid casualties during the bombing, saving their mentors from death in the process and causing the two mentors to care even more deeply about them. So much so that they and the other mentors who were saved by their tributes (like Apollo and Diana) talk about it to the news. More front page news!! Gaul is ripping her hair out.

During the interviews, the two steal hearts with their cute love story and then break hearts when Treech starts crying at the mention of the games. just before the end of the interview, Lucky asks Treech how he plans on killing Reaper, since he'll have to if he wants to win, and Treech has been perfectly composed, cheerful and friendly and charming throughout the entire interview but... He still remembers waving away the warning signs just to spend more time with the boy he wasn't allowed to love. He remembers falling down the beams and running through the tunnels, hiding in the booth and tumbling down from the stands. Worse, he remembers Reaper's confused cries, the blade, the blood soaking through his pants and that all-consuming cold spreading through his body. And he knows he has to answer, he knows he has to keep up his charming stage persona and make people love him but for just a moment he can feel the rapidly cooling blood on his hands again, drenching them. No matter how hard he tries, Treech can't stop the tears from falling as he chokes on his words, trying in vain to form sentences before giving up and sobbing brokenly into his hands. Reaper tries to charge onto the stage to comfort him but the peacekeepers stop him. Once Treech is led off-stage and close enough Reaper wraps his boyfriend into a hug and comforts him as best he can. When it's his turn and Lucky asks the same question he asked Treech, Reaper doesn't cry. No, he remains completely calm as he bluntly states he won't.

"Oh? But a confrontation is very possible. What do you plan to do if it's just the two of you left standing?"

"Easy." Reaper said. "I'll kill myself."

Despite not being near a microphone, Treech screams out loud enough for everyone to be able to hear his heartwrenching "No!" from where he's seated with Lamina. Lucky decides to push Reaper and tells him he's being irrational, but the boy is unimpressed and coldly states he'd rather let the Capitol torture him to death than be the reason Treech's family gets him back in a coffin. Lucky tells the audience they'll have to wait and see how true that statement is and they move on to the next interview. When the games come, the tributes are all scared but determined. They've already decided they'll refuse to attack one another, but it's still a very scary situation for all of them. For the first time, they'll be plunged into entirely unknown territory. Until that point they had a general idea of what would happen, but they're gonna interfere with the games so much by not fighting that there's no way to know what will happen. Treech and Reaper make sure to warn everyone that if a big black box comes down from the sky they have to get off the ground or into the tunnels because there will be snakes in it and they won't be friendly. Reaper and Treech continue their little romance to the point of actually staying together by the time day five rolls around. The day they originally spent together, all alone in an empty arena until that fateful last fight. Reaper has to hold his boyfriend through his memories and fears of what's to come.

Meanwhile, all the other tributes also interact with each other hesitantly, trading food and water and stories or even just a small acknowledgement before moving on. At the end of day 5, just as the sun starts to set, the tank drops. Thanks to Treech and Reaper's warning the snakes can't reach any of the tributes, but they do have an effect. Not inside the arena, but outside. The utter lack of deaths has caused the Capitol to implode with debate over the games, and Gaul dropping the tank to "remind these rebel scum of their place" seals the deal. For 10 years they've allowed themselves to believe these kids were killing each other, but Gaul proved that the only thing killing the kids in there is the Capitol. The backlash towards the government becomes so massive and the pressure from the mentors and their allies so great that the Capitol is forced to end the games and get the kids out. When this is broadcast over the speakers in the arena during golden hour, the camera focuses on Reaper and Treech on top of the beams as they stare at each other lovingly before finally kissing.

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Finding Tommy - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary; The escape from the Hunters doesn't have a happy ending but Joel gets some solace after months in the snow

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: ptsd

Y/N’s POV

Waking to screaming is something I never, ever want to experience again. The way Ellie’s crying and sobbing, mine and Joel’s names falling from her lips. I’m on my feet in seconds seeing Sam on top of Ellie, hands scratching and snarling as he tries to bite Ellie but she’s fighting him off, they’ve toppled to the floor. A gunshot aimed at my feet stops me from getting to her but I’m so sick and tired of being scared so I take another step forwards while Joel hisses my name when Henry turns the gun to my head. This one definitely loaded. 

“No! That’s my brother man!” Henry cries but Ellie’s screaming is all I can hear, so I’m taking another step towards the kids. The next gunshot rings in my ears, causing me to stumble and fall to the right but it wasn’t aimed at me, it was shot from next to me. Sam’s on the floor with blood beginning to pool by his feet and the tears burn my eyes but I’m scrambling to Ellie, pulling her to my chest as she cries, “What did I do? What did… What did I do?” 

“Henry,” Joel speaks softly. 

“That was my brother. This is all your fault! All your fault!” Henry’s yelling, gun waving around until his eyes seem to settle on it. He’s staring at it in his hand and I know exactly where this is going to go, it’s the same look Elliott had on his face before he…

“Henry, don’t.” The ‘don’t’ comes out barely audible but it’s too late, the gun is pressed to his temple and then his brains are on the wall. Ellie’s letting out a broken sound and burying her face in my chest while all I can do is stare at Henry’s body but it’s not Henry’s body anymore… it’s Elliott’s. Oh god, I let him down again. Elliott dies again because of my inability to stop him putting the gun to his head. The glazed look in his eyes as he fell haunts me every time I sleep and I did it again. Failed again. Again. 

My name is being called but all I can hear is the ringing in my ears and my heart pounding in my chest. My hands shake as I begin to crawl towards Elliott, screaming and struggling when arms wrap around me as I cry for my brother. He’s so close but I can’t reach him, he’s fading as my vision seems to be through a fish-eye lens and my chest tightens, a choking feeling in my throat. I can see him right there but… my vision is blurring more and I’m gripping the arms holding me, feeling like I’m floating. 

*

No one brought up Sam and Henry again as we trudged on through the winter, burying them before we left. It broke my heart and Joel held me as I cried but that was it. The last three months went of with little to no excitement or surprises as we made our way to Wyoming. Joel and I hadn’t spoken about the kiss since but he was always within arms reach of me, it just wasn’t the same since the panic attack. Ellie had asked me who Elliott was once we had started walking after burying Sam and Henry but I just ignored her. I wasn’t ready. I could never be ready. 

The later autumn turned to winter and it got colder and colder, our outfits not doing enough to keep us warm from the biting air and Joel’s been glaring at me for the last hour as I gave Ellie my jacket to make sure she didn’t get a cold. 

Lucky for us a cabin appeared and we all seemed to know we had no choice but to ask for help as we were lost. Inside was an elderly woman, rocking herself in her obviously hand carved rocking chair, the warmth inside the small cottage chasing away the chill settling in my bones. She greeted us, in no way afraid, introducing herself as Florence and letting us know her husband would be back soon as he’s out hunting. She got up from her seat and began pouring three bowls of soup while Joel had his gun raised so I stamp on his foot and snatch the gun from him. 

“Hey! W-“

“She’s feeding us dumbass.” 

“Don’t call me a dumbass.” He grumbles back with no venom as he takes the bowl of soup from Florence. Ellie practically singing praises and fuck she’s right this is fucking good. It warms me to the core and I feel like I can relax again after months of being on edge, of being haunted by memories I’ve wanted to push down and forget and the lack of anything from Joel. This makes me feel like I’m at home on a cold day, surrounded by family and friends and like nothing could ever hurt me again. Of course it’s shattered when Florence lets us know that her husband - Marlon - wouldn’t be too happy with us being in his house and Joel reaches for his gun that I’d slipped into my waistband but I’m faster, slapping his hand away and fixing him with a defiant glare. He sighs in defeat, putting his empty bowl down and pulling the map from his pocket. 

Before he can ask Florence to show me where he is the door is opening and Joel’s shoving Ellie upstairs while I just stand, rolling my eyes at how defensive Joel is despite this couple being seemingly harmless and extremely friendly. I guess they don’t get a lot of people while bing in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. Marlon just stares at me and Joel and I wonder why he’s so weary, we’re unarmed currently. Oh wait, no… no, Joel’s got my gun now. He must have pulled it from my pack when we stood up. I send him a scowl and he ignores me but I know he sees the look, instead, he’s watching Marlon put the bow and quiver of arrows resting by the door. He’s casually unzipping his jacket as if he’s not being held at gun point, grunting in acknowledgement when Joel snaps, “And the gun, two fingers on the table, out of reach.” 

“Who are you?” Marlon asks, Joel trying to move forwards but I step in front of him so his chest collides with my back and he lets out a frustrated growl in my direction before directing his attention back to Marlon who is just eyeing us. 

“Just someone passing through.” 

“Why didn’t you shoot them?” Marlon’s turned to Florence who’s retaken her spot in her rocking chair. She just nods towards the other side of the room telling him the gun is all the way over there and I’m snorting a little with laughter, especially when Marlon notices the empty soup bowls, “You made them soup?”

“It’s cold out.” Florence retorts and I glance back at Joel, taking a risky pull at my gun but he pries my hand off it without even looking at me. 

“I’m looking for my brother.” Joel tells them, gripping both my wrists behind my back with the hand that’s not holding the gun to stop me trying to take it off of him. 

“Well, I haven’t seen him.” Marlon sits down in his armchair, not phased by the gun. 

“I haven’t told you what he looks like.” 

“He look anything like you?” 

“A bit.” 

“Haven’t seen him.” 

I’m biting my lip, Joel getting more and more exasperated and it’s just really fucking funny. Joel’s still holding his gun towards Marlon as if they’re really a threat but I guess the role of protector is ingrained into him very bloodstream now. 

“They’ve got a daughter with them,” Florence tells Marlon and I step on Joel’s foot before he can retort and Ellie’s running down the stairs while asking if she can come down, adding to Joel’s exasperation and my amusement so I wriggle my wrists out of Joel’s grip, tapping the map lightly. 

“Can you tell us where we are?” 

“If you got a map, why you lost?” Marlon’s lips are upturning in equal amusement and of course, Ellie’s quick bout beats me to replying. 

“Must’ve missed all the street signs in the enormous fucking forest.”

“Ho-ly” Marlon whistles, Florence chuckling along as I send Ellie a stern look that has her rolling her eyes at me. To my surprise Marlon leans forwards and points at the map before speaking again, “I didn’t mean to annoy you with your brother but you’ve come this far so you’ve Cody” I just shiver at the thought of Cody when we passed through, the whole town crawling with infected. The whole place got infected, no one making it out unscathed. 

“Any advice on the best way west?” Joel asks, seemingly less of edge and gun now lowered but the safety is still off so he’s not completely comfortable. I’ll take what I can take, I guess. 

“Yeah. Go east. Never go past the river. Death is there. We never see who’s out there but the bodies are always there. If your brother is west of the river, he’s gone.” The mood shifts and Joel’s hand tightens on his gun, I pick up the map and a broad hand touches my lower back. There it is again, the protectiveness and fear I’ll disappear or I’m guessing he’s scared I’ll become one of these so called bodies but I won’t. His hand is flat and warm even through the two layers of fabric and the fear is palpable but he tries not to let it affect him. A man off little emotions yet I can read him like a damn book. He’s pressing my back, to urge me forwards so I say my thanks and goodbyes before stepping back into the freezing wind and deep snow. 

“Put that back.” Joel scolds Ellie as she grabs one of the two dead rabbits Marlon caught but she doesn’t listen, slinging it over her shoulder as we make out way back up the embankment. Something’s wrong. Joel’s leaning against the fence, hand to his chest and his breath coming out in short puff, honey eyes slipping shut. Ellie opens her mouth to speak but I put her hand on her shoulder to stop her, moving closer to the man knowing exactly what is happening. He’s having a panic attack and I’m slipping myself between him and the fence, forcing him to press his hand over my heart so he can feel it beating, like he did with me before. It seems to work as his breathing evens out and he’s letting his head fall onto my shoulder for a moment, the ghost his chapped lips making my skin burn and me shiver. The lips curve into a cheeky smile before he’s stepping back, reassuring Ellie while leaving me watching the pair as they start to move on, having to jog to catch back up. 

He’s driving me fucking crazy and he knows it.

* 

We had found a cave to set up camp for the night and a fire had been lit but it’d gone out by the time of waking. I should have been shivering and cold but a arm was wrapped around my waist, body heat being shared. Ellie’s not in her sleeping back across the fire from us so I slowly wriggle free of the Texan, making sure not to wake him as he needs the sleep. 

Ellie’s standing my the entrance of the cave, Joel’s rifle in her hand and just watching the landscape, the sunrising and painting the snow with oranges and yellows. The birds sing and for once it feels oh so peaceful, Ellie smiling at me when she hears my approach. It has me wanting to sit down and just watch the snowflakes fall, each one with purpose and it’s everything I’ve missed. She joins me on the log I sit on, leaning her cheek on my shoulder and handing me the rifle which I lean against the log on my other side. It takes a few deep breaths before I speak up, knowing just how curious Ellie is about the world before the outbreak. I was young but there are things I remember, like snow days. 

“I remember waking up one morning, looking out my window and seeing everything blanketed in snow,” I tell her, voice barely above a whisper, “I was so excited as it was my first time seeing it, so excited I almost fell down the stairs in my rush to dress and go out into it. Elliott, he was my older brother. He was already waiting by the door for me, my jacket held out so I practically dived into it and barely had my boots on before I was tearing out the door. It was fucking freezing,” It draws a laugh from both of us, “Elliott and I had our first and last snowball fight that day.” 

“Snowball fight?” Ellie asks, nose scrunching up in confusion so I pull myself up, her following me. She watches as I grab some of the freshly settled snow and compact it in my hands into a ball before launching it at her, she shrieks in surprised before letting out a small war cry and copying me. Soon enough we’re running and yelling, pelting each other with snowballs and I’m grabbing her around the waist and spinning her before throwing us both into the snow. Both of us laughing so hard we don’t notice Joel leaning against the entrance to the cave until a snowball hits us both. I’m screeching as it went down the back of my jacket and it’s freezing, melting down my back. Ellie and I just glance at each other before we’re ganging up on Joel who’s grumbling and trying to protect himself from the onslaught of snowballs while trying to retaliate but he’s outnumbered and eventually just collapses back in the snow. 

“Victory is ours!” Ellie cheers as I stand over Joel, holding out a hand for him to help him up. He takes it and suddenly we’re so close, his cold nose bumping mine and our breaths mingling in the freezing air. Neither of us move until Ellie just sighs and yells at Joel to hurry up and kiss me so we can pack up and head on so that’s what the man doesn’t. His lips are velvet beneath mine, the kiss innocent and sweet but heating me to my core and everything I’ve been wanting from him for a while. 

*

We don’t much further on, reaching the river, crossing the bridge with a damn across it, all of us stopping to admire how crazy clear the water is. The woodlands are bare and empty and we’re too out in the open which Joel curses out. The echoing of galloping hooves invades every sense and Joel’s spinning around, grabbing both of our hands but we’re suddenly surrounded, never having time to even try and escape. Not like we could outrun horses anyway. 

Joel raises his hands and we copy as he calls to the masked bandits who are currently pointing rifles at us, “We ain’t looking for any trouble. We’re just passing through.”

“Drop the gun and you two, take five steps back.” The woman, obviously the leader snaps, eyes narrowing beneath her cowboy hat. Ellie glances at me so I guide her back five steps, trying to keep her calm when the woman speaks again, “You been near infected?”

“There’s no infected out here.” I reply and Joel’s shoulders tense up with rage when one of the men tells me to shut the fuck up. Joel looks like he’s ready to fight when they pull out a big black dog but it’s as if he can sense me silently urging him to be calm, we can’t have him trying to fight the eight people around us like he would fight anyone in the QZ who even thought about threatening me. 

“Last chance for a bullet. If you’ve been infected, he will smell it, and he will rip you up.” The same guy laughs and I lower one of my hands to grip Ellie’s, ignoring the way three gun immediately turn on me alone. I’ve come this far, she’s staying alive. The dog sniffs at Joel and his hands are shaking slightly, every instinct in my body wanting me to reach over and tell him it’s okay and that nothing can hurt him. The dog whines before making his way towards us, Joel glancing back in panic as Ellie’s technically infected. I shift Ellie behind me a little more as the do comes sniffing, crouching and lowly growling at me so I fix it with a steady glare having read somewhere it can be intimidating and it seems to work because the growl turns into a whine. 

The woman speaks up again, clicking her horse forwards a little, “You just bought yourself ten more seconds. What are you doing out here?”

“I’m just looking for my brother. That’s all, nothing more.” Joel tells her, breath shaky as she stares us down so I move back to him, placing a hand on his back like he does me. The woman narrows her eyes at us and up close she’s beautiful, the sliver of skin between her cowboy hat and the bandana pulled over her nose a breathtakingly rich umber colour. She narrows her eyes even more before asking a question that has the hairs on my neck raising, “What’s your name?”

“Joel.” 

*

The gates slide open, Ellie holding my waist tightly as we were given two horses. Joel took his own and I pulled Ellie up with me, cantering through the snow like in all those old movies. It’s breathtaking and I wish we didn’t have to slow to an easy walk while one of the riders waves a red bandana and the gates sliding open. 

People watch as we enter the town and all I can see is a society that is up and running again, as if the infected never existed. Ellie’s gasping, gripping me tighter before we all come to a stop and the gates are secured behind us. I dismount and help Ellie down with me, keeping her pressed close to my side as I have no idea what these people want or why Joel was the acceptable answer to the woman’s question. She’s now standing beside us and instinctively I pull Ellie to my other side, if she notices she doesn’t say anything. She wouldn’t have had time to say anything before Joel has frozen on the spot. His mouth dropped open a little before he’s raising a hand in hope and yelling a name I never expected, “TOMMY?!” 

The raven haired man on the scaffolding to our left looks up, eyes searching till they settle on Joel who’s jumped off his own horse now. The two are jogging towards each other, both not wanting to seem eager because they’re men probably. Idiots. But the reunion between them has my heart swelling with love but also grief as that can never be me and Elliott so I just hug Ellie close to my side as we watch the Miller brothers hug each other. 

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” Tommy asks, holding Joel at arms length and they just stare at each other, still in disbelief that they’re reunited again. 

“I can to save you.” Joel laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound that I swear to myself to hear again as they hug once more before Joel turns to me and Ellie and beckons us over, “Tommy, these are Y/N and Ellie.” 

“Pleasure to meet you,” There’s a knowing look in his cognac eyes and well, he’s not exactly wrong. Sure, I’m in something with Joel but there’s no label yet and Ellie… she’s my sister but honestly my feeling towards her are changing and shaping into motherly so, yeah he’s really not wrong, “Come on, you must be hungry.” 

“Fucking starving.” Ellie grins and Joel and I turn to fix her with a stern glare. Yeah, Tommy’s fucking right and we've only just met. 

“Ellie!”

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Chapter One ⇢ Save Who You Can Save

Chapter Two ⇢ Stitches

Chapter Three ⇢ Keep You Safe

Chapter Four  ⇢ Escape Kansas City

Chapter Five ⇢

Chapter Six ⇢ Revealing Secrets

Chapter Seven ⇢ Crossed Paths

Chapter Eight ⇢ Finding Family

Chapter Nine ⇢ Two Become One

Chapter Ten ⇢ Coming Soon

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LOST IN THE FIRE

Hi guys!

I got so inspired today and I wrote you this wee AU, because I wanted to remix a bit of the storyline, much more to my taste. Hopefully you’ll like it, let me know what you’re are thinking about !

Enjoy, xx

*

In this story Doyle is dead and Emily is in Paris because she hadn’t come back yet to the BAU, unable to arrest him herself because of her bad injuries. Aaron is in DC and can’t stop thinking about all the times he missed his chances to tell Emily how perfect she was.

Dave was fed up.

•

She had set a routine to feel better. Metro, boulot, dodo.

And she didn’t like it. She didn’t feel home in this city, everything was remembering her the unhappy childhood she had. Everyday was pretty much the same, she had to go to therapy, then the physiotherapy and after that Emily was too exhausted to do something else.

She would pour herself a glass of her favorite wine and then enjoy it silently in the living room, observing the city through her windows, missing her life in America and all the persons she considered as friends, as family. She missed them so much. Usually she would fall asleep for a bit, and once woken up the hardest part of her day was crawling to her bedroom to sleep, or at least try because nightmares were still very active in her mind.

But tonight her routine was about to change forever and she had no ideas her life in Paris would change.

•

Aaron was soaking wet, he had been walking in the rainy city still trying to figure out why he was here. Because you were worried about her you dumbass. Because Dave forced you to take this plane. Because you’re an idiot and you’ll die alone if you never tell her. He shakes his head, yes he was worried about her but did it really justified a 10h flight ?

He had always heard of Paris as the city of love and it was ironic because since Haley he had been too afraid to tell his feelings to the woman of his heart. Aaron could almost hear his oldest friend David Rossi telling him to stop thinking because they were made for each other, because he had seen how they were flirting together. Aaron couldn’t remember a day passing by without Dave telling him the only person who didn’t know he was in love with Emily, was Emily herself. And same situation for her. But yet he couldn’t tell her, she was his best friend and he couldn’t ruin this. As destroying as it was, he was ready to have her as a friend only than being rejected and not having her anymore.

Get it together Hotch!

When he arrived at her door he felt anxious, suddenly wanting to go back to the airport and leave like nothing had ever happened. But his body made the physical move his mind couldn’t do and before he could realize he had already knocked at her door. Aaron heard some steps behind the door, swallowing hard. When he saw her he couldn’t but think she was beautiful. Her hair was longer, her curtains bangs falling on each side of her face, her cheeks were finer than they were few months ago. “Hi.” He whispered, not knowing what else to say.

She took seconds before realizing he was standing in her doorway. “What the…Aaron…I…” she shook her head, letting him in. “You’re soaking wet, let me help you with it..” she said as he took off his coat, still unable to speak.

He observed her, she was leaning on a cane and he cursed himself one more time for what happened in Boston, for not protecting her from this bastard. And from a moment he saw them back them back there when she was bleeding on the floor, thinking she was dead.

“Do you want some wine?” She asked, taking him back on earth.

He blinked, rapidly nodding and following her in the kitchen, feeling more guilty when he saw the way she was walking. “It’s good to see you.”

She turned and smiled to him. “It’s good to see you too Aaron.” And the way she told his name made a knowing feeling grows inside of him, she was still dissociating Hotch from Aaron.

Back in the living room they silently cheered, Emily still couldn’t believe he was here in Paris, sharing some of her boring routine. She awkwardly broke the silence, looking deeply at him. “What brings you here Aaron, don’t tell me you came all this way just to drink some wine with me?” She tried to joke.

“I’ve missed you.”

He wasn’t looking at her, he was staring a the beautiful Paris skyline but she knew he was being honest with her. Because she had missed him too. Emily slowly turned his head so he could look at her, letting him know it was a mutual feeling. He looked so broke that it made her heart falls in pieces. “I’ve been thinking about you, you know. A lot…”

He was about to speak but she continued, like she couldn’t just stop. “I kept thinking of you because it was the only memories I could focus on, and not only during therapy. I remembered it from the day we’ve met, to the day I’ve almost died in Boston.” At this point he could hear her voice breaks, but she continued. “I couldn’t stop thinking of all the times we’ve been hanging out together, with Jack, the zoo is so far my favorite day. I don’t remember I’ve been that happy in my entire life, on this day I’ve felt normal, I never had a normal family time and I don’t know, it made me feel like I was finally fitting somewhere. And when I arrived here everything fall appart, because I was on my own and..”

She broke into a sob, feeling pathetic and stupid. But when he slowly pressed his lips against hers, she couldn’t not answer, and their salty kiss finished her speech, letting him know she felt the same he was feeling about her.

“I too couldn’t stop thinking about you, and Jack always tells me how much he loves you. We miss you.” He couldn’t tell her he was missing her more than his little boy, that would be a lie and Emily was still a profiler, she would definitely recognize a lie.

“Is he going well ?” She can’t help but smile, remembering this sweet bundle of joy. And as Aaron showed her the pic he always kept in his wallet, she felt like the nostalgic leaving her body.

“I missed him too.” She simply replies, almost able to hear his sweet and innocent laugh through the appartement she almost shared with them back in DC. And as memories crossed their mind, Emily buried her hands in his hair, smiling when she smelled his cologne, the same since day one.

“You never changed it.” She whispers in his ear, kissing his sensitives spots. “You did not change…”

At this point he’s not sure if she’s speaking of his cologne or all the little things that made him love her more than anything. “Never.” He simply replies lowly, curling his fingers into her dark and soft hair. She was intoxicated by him and when she curled up against him, Aaron released his breath, allowing him to finally enjoy this time with her. They always used to have naps like this when she used to come at his place to spend some time with them. But then had never kissed before, because they both didn’t want ruin to their friendship.

It’s only an hour later he woke up, carefully picking her up and making his way to the bedroom. She was so precious and seeing her hurt made his heart breaks because Emily didn’t deserve it. At this very moment Aaron realized all he wanted was to care of her, and be here for her. He then quickly fell asleep next, not wanting to think about it now.

•

Emily woke up in the middle of the night because of the usual pain in her body. She was used to it, it has been a few months but her doctors were thinking it was normal, that she needed a lot of time to recover. She quickly got up and made sure not to wake him up, he looked so peaceful. On her way to the bathroom Emily realized how lucky she got, she didn’t expect Aaron to come over and especially in Paris. They hadn’t always been this close but after Foyet and Doyle, their relation grew up very quickly. They both had their traumas and stories and having each other definitely helped them recover mentally, their bodies were still bruised but with time it was easier to accept it. However Emily wasn’t sure she was ready to show her news scars to Aaron, even if she knew he wouldn’t mind because he had his owns, and she had been the one helping him accept them.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear him arrive behind her. It’s only when she felt his bare torso against her back and his arms curling around her that she shivered, softly turning her head to look at him.

“Why are you up sweetheart ?” He whispered to her ear, making her shiver one more time. “Is everything alright ?”

“Yeah, we should go back to bed don’t you think?” She turned in his embrace, slowly kissing him. It was a new sensation, something she had wanted to know since day one when they met. She still wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do, but they were here together for now and it’s all what mattered.

He guided her to the bed, helping her so she could take his arm instead of her cane. And when she curled up against him none of them spoke, because they wanted to appreciate the moment, tangled together in Paris, the city of love. She listened to his heart beats, noticing how relaxed he seemed and he just looked at her, playing with her hair.

“Does it change something ?” She whispered shyly, unable to look at him, unable to be disappointed if he was telling her otherwise than what she wanted the most. “Between us?”

The seconds he took to answers were the longest ever. “No, it just changes in a better perspective. If that’s what you want.” He replies with a soft voice, kissing the top of her head.

“I do. Do you ?”

“Yes.”

She smiled against his torso, trying to get as close as she could from him. For years she had been in love with him but always thought it would be unprofessional. So she tried to set her barriers so neither of him or her would be hurt by something they couldn’t have.

“Since the first day we’ve met, I always had a soft spot for you.” He confessed, knowing she would understand. Back in times he was still married to his high school sweetheart but Emily had made something fo his heart, she was different, and everything about her turned him on.

“And now you have a soft spot for me?” She lifted her up a bit so they could look at each other. He nodded simply, pressing his lips against her, feeling already the desire grows inside his body.

She definitely felt it too because her eyes went wide for a second. She softly chuckled, pressing soft kisses on his neck and torso. He closed his eyes, sighting. “Don’t make me want you more than I already want sweetheart..”

She traced some circles over his torso, not stopping what she was doing, making him shivers, definitely feeling his hardness against her core. She wanted him so bad, they had been waiting too long and tonight they would make love for the first time, showing each other how much loved they needed to be.

“I want you.” She simply said in between kisses.

“Fuck.” He groaned as he felt her fingers curled around his shaft. He couldn’t wait more and slowly pinned her on her back, trying to move carefully so he wouldn’t her hurt. The look over her face made him know she didn’t care because she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“Make love to me Aaron.”

It was almost a pleading and how could Aaron Hotchner could turn her down when he was dying for her. “I’ll make you come so many times you won’t be able to walk for real sweetheart.” his voice low and dark, his eyes turning darker they originally were, his whole body reacting too much at the sight of her against him.

They slowly made love that night, ending curled up naked again each other. Aaron was rubbing her back with his hand, unable to find sleep, it had been too extraordinary. She was perfect. And he knew that no matters what, it was better for them to be extraordinary together than ordinary appart.

“Come home with me.” He whispered, covering her so she would get cold. “Come back to DC to Jack and I.”

She simply nodded, almost fast asleep and Aaron couldn’t help but smile, only realizing that without this Italian bastard he would still be in DC, with his feelings and frustration buried inside of his heart. He owed Dave a good one.

•

Back in DC, the team was having some time off waiting for another psychopath to come out. As he poured some coffee for him Rossi looked over to JJ who seemed particularly happy.

“What’s going on that make you so happy?” He gave her a cup, the blonde smiling to him with this I-have-a-good-feeling.

“Did Hotch left for Paris ?” She just asked ta randomly, knowing he knew the truth.

Rossi eyed her, almost forgetting this whole office was full of profilers. He shrugged at her, trying to figure out how he could get away from this and cursing Hotch for making him promise not to tell everyone. “I don’t know, why?”

“Oh come on Rossi!” She chuckled. “We all know he went there and even bet on it, you’re the only one who didn’t participate and we’re about to close it, so if you could just say yes we would be really happy.”

And as she told so, the Italian looked over her shoulder to see that Morgan, Penelope, Reid and even Alex were eyeing on them, waiting for his answer. “You’re definitely not taking this from young lady!”

And he left before she could convince him otherwise so.

“Well, I told you he wouldn’t say a word.” Derek said when she came back to their desks, looking disappointed. “He’s a grave, and loyal, even with the best scotch bottle he wouldn’t have said a word.”

“I’m sure Bossman really went to Paris, nobody saw the signs or am I the only one to noctice?” Pen added, looking too joyful and involved in this story.

“Signs? Like what ?” JJ asked with curiosity.

“Hotch is very secret we all know this. But since Emily had been transfer to Paris, he’s acting different. He has this little hope in the eyes whenever his cell phone rings and sometimes when he walks in the corridor thinking no one is watching him, he looks at the pic we took last year, when Emily was still in DC. And I’m not even talking about all the times they were flirting with each other, pretending we were being paranoid and saying that nothing happened. He had been in love with her since day and the only person who didn’t know it was Emily herself.” She recited quickly, not bothering to speak very high. “Did I tell you what I saw 6 months ago when we were at the bar in Dallas ?”

“You’re about to tell us baby girl…” Morgan teased her, all of the members listening while Rossi was watching them from his office, apparently speaking on the phone.

“You have to come back. I’m serious, I always forget how brilliants these profilers are.” he said to the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Seriously, get you ass here and tell them the truth.”

All he heard was two laughs from the other side side of the line.

“These kids are going to kill me I swear on my nonna’s head.” He mumbled fo himself before hanging up.