#idk if i was strung along but i couldn’t take it anymore

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi! Is it possible for you to write something about Tomas with a very blushy s/o? Like they tend to blush or fluster easily and he pokes fun at them even though he's lowkey the same way.

This was…something that kinda went off request. (Is this OOC Smoke? idk you tell me.)

Tomas didn’t mean to take advantage of how easily you fluster but how could he not when you looked so cute with wide doe eyes that adamantly avoided making contact with his, whilst your hands reached up to cover your heated cheeks out of embarrassment, your voice pleading with him to stop his constant teasing. However You never made it easy for Tomas even in the slightest as he would always end up reaching a hand out to lift your head up by the chin so you were forced to look him in the eyes, using his other hand to remove your own from your face, just to add onto the teasing fun by saying; ‘are you flustered?’ Whilst his eyes engaged in every reaction you gift him.

He’d then gasps, ‘oh you are!’ He coos. ‘Dear gods and here I thought you couldn’t get anymore adorable, you, my beloved always end up proving me wrong like always.’ He’d finish whilst receiving a huge power trip from how you’d weakly try to push against his strong chest to create some distance between the two of you, only for him to cage you in his strong arms and hold you against it instead, smiling dopily underneath his mask, a side effect you’ve had on him for a long while now but he wouldn’t want it any other way. ‘Tomas. Stop.’ You’d whine, burying your head into his chest to hide away from him, feeling all sheepish and squirmy beneath his gaze, cheeks still uncomfortably warm from the previous bouts of teasing.

‘Sorry sweetheart but no can do, you’re reactions only encourage me into teasing you even more.’ Tomas said cheekily as he nuzzles his face against your head, tightening his grip on you slightly when he felt you attempt an break out, wanting to keep you caged to his chest forever if possible. ‘You honestly have no idea what you do to me my love but,’ Tomas then moved his head to be level with your ear, you didn’t need to see his mouth to know there was a mischievous smirk because you could feel it through the mask, plus the way his eyes would reflect that same mischief didn’t make matter better either; ‘I’m sure we can find a more intimate way that’ll spell it out loud and clear for everyone to hear just how bad the effect you have on me.’ You felt your whole body heat up at the insinuation as you then smacked Tomas lightly on the bicep.

‘Behave yourself, we’re in public.’ You hissed as you looked at him, conscientious of the possibility that someone, god forbid that someone be Bi-Han, Kuai Liang or even worse both of them, overhearing this and making their own assumptions. Tomas on the other hand couldn’t help but find some form of humour in your furrowed brows and pouty lips; to him, you looked like a child on the verge of throwing a tantrum if he didn’t give you what you want. ‘I’m not the one who’s got their head in the gutter though am I?’ He retorts as your left once again huffing, you were staring to understand why he enjoyed poking fun at you from time to time, you fell into his traps so seamlessly that he didn’t have to do too much because you already did that for him and for that you condemn yourself.

‘It’s not my fault that you word certain phrases into making me think those types of things, and besides I’m very much aware of how…vocal you can be during our more intimate moments.’ You said with a suggestive smile, batting your eyes at him for added effect as it was you who watched as Tomas swallowed thickly and continued to watch as his eyes grew wide as your ears could pick up the distinct hitch in his breath, along with the way his hands gripped your waist tightly. It was entertaining in seeing how quickly Tomas went from cocky to flustered with a few purposely placed words strung together; When he didn’t responded after a while you reached your hands to hold his face, allowing for your thumbs to gently caresses the parts that his mask couldn’t quite cover.

‘What’s wrong Tomas, you seem a little speechless.’ You said with fake worry as you brought your face closer to his so he could see the smirk growing across your face. ‘Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?’ You added with a whisper, not bothering to hide your amusement at the sudden change of your dynamic as you the pulled yourself away from him and out of his grasp as you walked away, looking back to see him still frozen to the spot you’ve left him in, before rapidly blinking his eyes when they cast their gaze on you with a unfamiliar look, which resulted in your cheeks becoming warm once more but you managed to bypass it in order to give Tomas a warning for the future. ‘Two can play at this game my sweet and we can go at it all night if that’s what you wish.’ You finished with a wink.

[danikamariewrites]

Okay okay okay, so errr I have like maybe a couple things but I'm not throwing everything with the expectation that you write all of them!!!

First maybe Azriel taking fem reader to a starfall ball. Bonus points if A already knows B is their mate, and they're waiting for A to find out

Okay okay now for Xaddy Xaden. WHAT ABOUT Xaden Riorson smut maybe? Idk I don't have a plot I just kinda want him

THANK YOU SO MUCH

Diamonds and Pearls

Azriel x f!Reader

A/n: I think this is my favorite fic I’ve written so far. I almost started crying writing this tbh. I went with Az bc I’m in a fluffy mood this evening but Xaden smut is coming I swear😉

Warnings: disgustingly fluffy

Azriel was surprised by how bold he had been in asking you to go to the annual Starfall ball with him. He didn’t want to dance around his feelings for you anymore, he had to tell you the truth. And tonight was the perfect night. Azriel never considered himself a romantic male, but that was changing tonight.

The reason for Azriel’s boldness was thanks to the mating bond. The bond had snapped for him exactly three weeks ago at breakfast. It was nothing special, just you, him, Cassian, and Nesta sitting at the table when it hit him. Feeling that golden thread come to life in his chest, being able to feel your calm heartbeat was the best thing that has ever happened to him.

For the first time in his life Azriel felt pure joy. He felt like everything was perfectly aligned. He was already head over heels in love with you and the mating bond just solidified that you were the one for him. You had known each other for centuries, and have been seeing each other romantically for a few months now. He was ready to take your relationship to the next step.

But would you want this with him? To be tied to him forever? He didn’t stop to think about that during his weeks of planning the perfect night to tell you. No, he couldn’t let his mind wander, he was too happy. He realized in his worrying his shadows were swirling around him and the hallway. Azriel called the rogue shadows back to him, he didn’t want to scare you when you came out of your room.

Just as your door opens the last shadow flys back to him. Of course the one shadow that was fond of you was last to come back to Azriel.

As soon as Azriel laid eyes on you he was speechless. You looked like the brightest star that would grace the sky this evening. Your dress was a beautiful light blue, made up of diamonds and pearls strung along the bodice. Your leg peeking out of the slit in your flowing silk skirt that had a layer of shimmering fabric that reflected in the light. Your silver heels clacking on the tiled floors as you made your way towards the shadowsinger.

“Wow.” He breathed out. You spun causing the dress to flare out, it practically glowed, just like you Azriel thought. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” Azriel suddenly felt guilty for wearing just a simple all black outfit on such a special night. A blush dusted his cheeks, “Thank you.” He holds out the box he’s been clutching for 2 hours, afraid he’d lose the gift he bought you. “I got you something for tonight.”

“Oh, Az, you didn’t have to get me anything.” You took the box from his hands, slipping one into his hands, smirking. “Very slick.” You giggle.

“You open yours first, and I promise I did not go to Mor for gift advice.” Azriel laughed, opening the box. His eyes went wide, he couldn’t believe you had given him something so beautiful. In the box was a silver signet ring with his wings and Mount Ramiel with the stars above it. “Y/n…this is incredible. Thank you.” He smiles down at you, his heart soaring at your kindness. “Your turn,” he slips the ring on his index finger, flexing his scarred fingers at the new feeling.

You open the skinny box to a gleaming diamond and sapphire bracelet. “Azriel! This is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you.” He takes the delicate chain out of the box, “Allow me.” You smile at him as he clasps the bracelet on your wrist. He brings your hand up to his mouth leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles.

He drops your hand, offering you his arm, “Shall we?” You interlock your arm with his and he whisks you away to the party. To the future he has planned for you, hopefully.

…

The stars are about to fall and Azriel had stolen you away from the Inner Circle to watch them on a private balcony. You were very excited to watch the stars with just Azriel. You planned to tell him that you loved him tonight, something you haven’t said to each other yet.

Lost in your thoughts about the beautiful shadowsinger, staring up at the stars he sneaks up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. Startled, you turn towards his smiling face as he holds out a glass of wine for you, “What are sneaking up on me for!” Chuckling at your reaction he pulls you into his side, wrapping a wing around you, “Sorry darling, force of habit.”

You sip from the glass as the stars start to fall, watching in awe. The stars only hold Azriel’s attention briefly, more interested in watching you glow under their flashing light. Mother above you are beautiful, and he’s thanking her, like he has everyday since the bond snapped, that you’re in his life.

After a few more minutes of watching the stars you feel Azriel’s eyes on you. You turn, shifting a little away from him and smile. “I’m very happy I get to spend Starfall with you Az.”

“I am too y/n.” He swallows, now’s the time to tell you. He’s not backing out now. “I have something to tell you.” You say in unison. Laughing at your synchronization, you take Azriel’s hands in yours, swiping your thumb over the new signet ring reflecting all the blues and purples from the stars. “You go first.”

Azriel can feel his hands clamming up, it’s now or never. He’s just going to come right out and say it, even if it comes out sounding foolish. “A few weeks ago, at breakfast the mating bond snapped for me, for you. I could feel your heartbeat and happiness as you laughed at Nesta’s joke. And I swear in that moment I fell in love with you all over again. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to tell you. I understand if you don’t want this because honestly I don’t deserve you y/n or the love you give me. But I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Tears were falling from your eyes. You couldn’t believe what Azriel was saying. You wanted this so badly from the day you first met. All you wanted was his love, but this was even better. You had dreamed about finding your mate ever since your mother told you about the concept when you were a little girl. Now yours is standing right in front of you confessing his love for you!

“Yes Azriel,” nodding vigorously, sending more tears flying down your cheeks. “I love you and you’re all I’ve ever wanted. I’m so lucky to have you as my mate, I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” Tears were now falling down his face. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you flush against him, kissing you heatedly.

In that moment the bond came to life in your chest. Glowing bright, connecting the two of you forever.

tags: @msiecrane @auggiesolovey

[beyondspaceandstars]

Renegade

Relationship: Din Djarin x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: [based off the song Renegade by Big Red Machine feat. Taylor Swift] You're a shopkeeper in a remote corner of the galaxy just trying to get by. For some reason, every now and then a certain Mandalorian pops into town. He comes and goes as he pleases until one day you finally get the courage to confront him on his drifter habits. Unexpected confessions spill out. A/N: I haven’t written something for The Mandalorian in a long time but i just had this idea for a while and i wanted to actually try to execute it. Idk if this came out good but i think it’s still sweet. I hope someone enjoys it :)

Masterlist

You never knew when he was coming into town.

It would happen pretty much in the blink of an eye. You’d shut down your store for the day, retire to your home, then he’d be there, in the middle of the village, bright and early. The Mandalorian kept no schedule it seemed but his surprise visits were always welcomed by you. 

He’d make it a point to stop at your store first. He never really bought anything, just browsed the fabric and clothing you had to offer. The Mandalorian seemed to appreciate your craftsmanship, always taking time on his stay to ask about your newer items or what your plans were for your next collection. Your shop was modest but it helped bring in some kind of income which was very valuable as the fate of the galaxy hung in limbo.

You built up some kind of rapport with the masked man but feelings have been shifting within you for a while. You didn’t really understand how it was possible. You had begun falling for a man that never even gave you the courtesy of saying goodbye. But at the same time, the hours you would spend chatting meant everything to you. It felt so good to confide in someone as a life as a solo storekeeper could be quite a lonely one. He also seemed to be no stranger to loneliness as a man roaming the galaxy, taking odd bounty jobs. Nowhere to really call his own. 

A deep, deep part of you wished he would call this village his home. He seemed to enjoy it here, evident by his numerous stops. When he’d come and go from your shop, he was always bringing back new treasures. The woman down the road would be testing a new stew recipe or the jewelry maker at the end of the block had talked him into buying something. Most of the time, he’d just give the items to you, claiming he couldn’t resist the shopkeeper but had no use for the trinkets. The pseudo-gift giving was a little ridiculous to you but it couldn’t help but fuel your burning crush. You always accepted and wore whatever the Mandalorian presented. 

Yes, you two definitely had formed a relationship over time. You didn’t know really what to call it and you two never seemed to want to speak about it but it was no secret that it was there, and you were a bit thankful for it. No matter where he had gone or how long he had left for, you were always there to welcome him back to the village with open arms.

As many times before, the Mandalorian arrived unexpectedly one beautiful, clear morning. He was hovering around your shop, seemingly waiting. His armor shined so loudly in the daylight, it was nearly blinding, but you appreciated how powerful he was. He may show you his soft side in the village but you’d heard plenty about his hunts. If the truth was even half as alarming as the gossip, you were impressed he could have such a gentle side. 

“You’re early,” you called out, pulling your shawl tighter around you as you walked towards the passing bounty hunter. He stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing your voice. 

“It would appear I am,” he said, letting out a breathy laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize the time.”

You came to stop right in front of him. You peered up at his helmeted face. You certainly couldn’t see anything through that insane gear but some part of you still felt him staring into your eyes, deeply. Instinctively, you fiddled with the necklace resting on your lower neck. The charm was a piece of some dark crystal. You didn’t know what it was and you were slightly too nervous to inquire the jewelry maker about it but the Mandalorian standing before you had given it to you the last time he was here. He simply said he thought it would look nicer on you. You didn’t ask anymore.

“It’s alright,” you smiled. “I’m just glad to see you back here in one piece.”

He seemed a bit taken back by that. You worried you had overstepped the boundary between flirting and kindness but then he tilted his head, curiously. “Yeah?”

Oh, you felt yourself blushing a bit. You ducked your head and stepped around him, beginning to work on the lock of your shop. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged and opened the door. The Mandalorian followed closely behind. “I’ve heard your work can be demanding. Lots of opportunities for you to get hurt.”

“Does that worry you?”

You stopped in front of the pile of new fabrics you had just woven. You sighed. “I’ve come to think of us as a little bit more than acquaintances. It’s normal to worry about others.”

You swore you heard him let out a low chuckle at that but he didn’t acknowledge it. Or your statement. You chose to do the same. You walked around to the counter and began prepping the logbooks for the day. The Mandalorian continued to hang around, gaze and hands roaming the new pieces you had set up last night. You were hoping this new collection you were previewing was going to bring in some hefty credits. Maybe allow you to take a holiday.

The Mandalorian broke the tense silence with the most unexpected comment. “I worry about you too, you know.” 

Your finger stopped abruptly as it scanned your list of sales for the week. When you had offered your care, you had never expected it back. You two technically weren’t on that level, at least not verbally. In other formats of gift-giving and worried looks, it was a different story. 

“You worry about me?” You inquired, brows raised in surprise. 

He gave a very Mandalorian-like shrug, his gaze still fixated on your for-sale items. Something in you was crushed when it looked like you weren’t getting any more from him. Maybe he’d disappear tonight, embarrassed by this exchange. But then by some miracle, he spoke again.

“Of course,” he said it like it was so obvious. “You’re a very kind shopowner living out in this village alone. This galaxy, no matter what corner you hide in, can be dangerous.”

You smiled to yourself. “I’ve done this for many years, Mandalorian. I think I will be alright.”

He hummed in acknwoeldgement. “I’m sure,” he mumbled. “But can you blame me for having concerns?”

This conversation sure was going to a funny place, you thought, but you were along for the ride. If he was going to talk about concerns, you could for sure rattle off yours. He was worried about your safety in this little village while you worried for his health. It cannot be good for a human, assuming he was human under all that gear, to be wandering the galaxy with no rhyme or reason besides the bounties strung about this galaxy. You never thought you’d express these things to him but the Mandalorian appeared to be a talkative one today. And you felt you two were beyond strangers. 

“Well, I’m flattered you think of me,” you admitted. “But I fear it’s you who faces more dangers than me.”

The helmeted man gave a little scoff at that comment. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Sure, you didn’t doubt that, but that wasn’t what was on your mind. “I’m not talking about bounty hunting. I’m talking about your habit of being a drifter.”

The words didn’t feel very impactful in your brain but when they hit the open shop it was like you had dropped a bomb. The Mandalorian stilled, his gloved hand letting go of one of the scarves you had laying on a table. He began making his way suddenly towards where you still stood behind the counter. You frowned.

“A drifter?”

His eye gaze wasn’t seen but it was sure felt. You shrugged. “I’m not a fool. I know you bounce around from planet to planet throughout this galaxy. Maker knows why you keep coming back here but... I just worry you don’t have a home-,”

“I don’t,” he confirmed. Your heart all about stopped. Well, you didn’t exactly want to be right.

“Oh,” you said, averting your eyes to the wood counter. “And that doesn’t bother you? You must want someone waiting for you. Someone to just spend...moments with.”

“Don’t I have you?”

The question hung in the air between you two like a heavy pendulum. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He… He thought of you like that? Of this village? But why would he… Oh, but didn’t it make some kind of sense? The reappearing? The coming and going… He waltzed in and tried to get to know everyone. Got to know you.

Your head was a jumbled mess, so much so the only thing you could get out was a soft, “Me?”

The Mandalorian nodded. He wasn’t looking anywhere near you, finding such interest in the wall of your shop. But you noted his stiff stance. Maybe he hadn’t meant to say that… Except he had. And now it was out there. Something in the mysterious bounty hunter made him let out such a grand confession.

“Yes,” he eventually confirmed. “You. This village. I have that. I have this to come back to.”

With thoughts swimming violently, you had to ask, “But why don’t you stay?”

“I have jobs to do.” He almost sounded offended you had asked that. You shook your head.

“N-No, I mean… Get a place for yourself. You’re always sleeping on that ship. Maybe accept the invites to dinners the sweet lady down the path invites you to. Or you and I could…” Your words faded fast, slightly scared of what was going to slip out. But the Mandalorian wasn’t letting it go.

He turned his gaze back to you. “We could what?”

“S-Spend time together or something,” you mumbled. Real smooth, you thought. Just the perfect way to flirt. You expected him to now be so offended, maybe even storm out such a suggestion, but the armored man didn’t move. Instead, he cocked his head, curious.

“You’d want to do that?”

You sighed. “I want you to start a life somewhere. Really start it. Drifting around this galaxy cannot be very promising. You deserve this. You deserve a home, Mando.”

“Din.”

Your brows furrowed. Now it was your turn to be curious. “What?”

“My name is Din,” he explained. “You don’t have to call me Mando.”

If a heart could sing, yours would be a full chorus. He finally told you his name. After collecting jewelry and stories, he had finally opened somewhat to you. That was a good sign, a great sign. 

“Din,” you said, testing the name. It rolled off your lips easily. “We’d love to have you around.” A beat. “I’d love it, especially.” It was a bold declaration but he had given you something, the least you could do was make your intentions more obvious.

“Thank you,” Din said. 

“Of course,” you shrugged. “We all need to find the place where we belong.”

Din let out a bit of a chuckle. You frowned at that.

“You think I belong here?” He asked, amused. 

You didn’t like that he wasn’t taking you seriously but it would be okay. Just gave you more of a reason to show him everything this place had to offer. From the nice shopkeepers to the lovely food. This would be some kind of home for him or at least a place where he’d always be welcomed. Your heart fluttered at the idea of him leaving less, maybe even never leaving. He could train people on fighting or - or… 

You had to stop yourself as your brain was getting beyond reality. You shot the Mandalorian a smile.

“I think you’ve always belonged.”

[thewheezingwyvern]

For Arcane April, maybe Shinso w/let’s say number 12? I’ve really been loving any Siren!Shinso stuff I can find. Thank you for your writing! It’s a pleasure to read 💕

This took longer than I thought but then again this ended up longer than I thought. I wanted to try and take like an urban fantasy spin on this but go a bit...grittier? idk. This was just where my brain took me so I hope you like it! <3

Gossamer Web

Siren!Shinsou x Thief!Reader (a bit of sexual tension)

Warnings: Brainwashing, Dubcon (kissing) and blackmail

It was just another party, a gathering for some fundraiser or another that he honestly couldn’t even remember anymore. When you held a position like Hitoshi, seated among the rich and influential, a certain degree of public relations was necessary. And doing events for charity in the eyes of the public was just another part of maintaining his image.  While Shinsou couldn’t remember what party he was even throwing anymore, his assistant would inform him later, he did like to think he knew the face of every important figure in the city. And plenty abroad too.

So his surprise was quite palpable when he saw you.

His lifestyle constantly had him around pretty people, coiffed and waxed to perfection, top of the line brands to smooth over any flaws that could possibly be present. Pretty faces to hide pretty fangs and pretty paint to coat their pretty claws before sinking them into someone. However, yours was a very different sort of attractive. Naturally at an event like this your makeup was applied and done so artfully, but it was in such a way that it enhanced what you had rather than attempted to bury whatever perceived flaw could be seen.

Most women attended these events hoping to look like the most beautiful one in the room, while the men sought to look the most powerful. But you moved and spoke and looked with a different purpose. You were searching for something. Indigo eyes slipped down to eye the gossamer threads of your dress, a stunning thing of spun shadow that fit your body like a glove. But it was only more exquisite whenever you moved, showcasing the elaborate enchantment that was woven into the very threads. Stars would wink and burst from your body, along with tufts of purple black clouds. But strung on a simple silver chain was the bespelled glow of a crescent moon. 

HItoshi found himself breaking away from whatever boring conversation he was caught in to approach you, eyes glinting with interest. You were even more stunning up close, showing that you held a natural glow all on your own. With every step closer, the wink of starlight woven into your hair like constellations would catch his eye, beckoning him further to you. Whatever witch had magicked your clothes and hair was very talented and knew what they were doing.

“You look a bit lost.” he said to you after drawing very close to your back, close enough that it pulled a startled squeak past your lips, “Can I help you find something?”

Hitoshi deliberately laid the smooth demeanor on thick, a crooked smirk quirking on his lips. If he wasn’t so good at reading expressions, he might have missed the string of emotions that flitted across your face and in your eyes but he caught them. First surprise followed closely by recognition which melted to a look of worry or fear. And then it was gone beneath the smouldering curve of a coy smile.

“Hmmm and what if I just found it?”

A line he’d heard before but there was something lacking behind the delivery. Shinsou couldn’t quite put his finger on it but there wasn’t enough spice between the lines that gave the tell tale sign of someone looking for a quick fuck. Curious. A charming smirk wormed its way onto his lips, hiding the way his mouth had already began watering at the prospect of finding out more of what you were looking for. Anyone who came here with a purpose usually intended to use something against him. 

“Well I guess that depends,” Hitoshi purred lowly to you, “what was it you were planning to do after you found me?”

This would have been the perfect opportunity for you to make another pass at him. To hint at how you wanted to be pressed against him in the throes of passion or whatever other way that it could be worded. But you completely skipped over that chance. One of your hands drifted up to toy with the luminous crescent moon that hung around your neck, deep and thoughtful eyes assessing him carefully.

“I guess I just wanted to see the man behind the name in person.”

A predatory glint sparked in his eyes, indigos boring into you as he drew impossibly close. Even through the well made fabric of his Armani suit, Hitoshi could feel the warmth of your body. He tilted his dark lavender head, drinking in the sight of you and how you seemed to fidget with him drawing nearer. The CEO decided he was going to make use of a power that he had at his disposal that very few people knew about. 

He tipped your head up to look into his face before purring out, “Tell me your name.”

The magic woven into his very vocal cords twisted around you, bewitching you, until a glaze had fallen over your eyes, pupils swelling beneath the grip of his enthrallment. It was almost unfair how easily he could twist people to his whim with the power of his voice, have them spill their deepest secrets and desires to him. So to hear your mouth and tongue curl delightfully around your real name, it sent a surge of satisfaction.

“A beautiful name, Kitten.” a thumb traced along the curve of your jaw, “What were you really looking for tonight?”

“You keep the Wayfarer’s Orb here, third floor behind a wall of several enchantments and and a summon from the Infernal district,” you recited to him almost dreamily, “I’m going to steal it.”

Hitoshi tilted his head, dark smirk on his lips, “And what else? I know you didn’t risk pissing me off just for that.” he pressed a taunting kiss to your temple before leaning back, “Tell me the story while you walk with me, I want to hear all about it.”

He pulled your body close to his, your side pressed up against his as he led you away with an arm wrapped around your waist possessively. To anyone else, it would just appear as if he had found a new play thing that he was taking off to have some fun with. And in a way that was true. Indigo eyes swept over your delightful body and he couldn’t help but think how satisfying and how it would be to see you a broken little mess under him. A wet tongue snaked out to lick at his lips, arousal spiking in him. You’d look so pretty arching your back, column of your tender throat bared for him to bite as he speared inside of you.

“The orb was just a bonus and a way to cover my true intentions. I’ve already begun uploading valuable intel from your security databases and placed trackers so I can find more information about you and sell it.”

“What a clever little thing…” Hitoshi hummed down at you, fingertip tracing small circles on your hip, “And I’ve no shortage of enemies so you could charge whatever you wanted and they would pay it.” He led you deeper into his mansion, guiding the way up to the wing where he kept the stone you had planned to take, “You looked scared when you saw me...did you know that I’m a Siren?”

“Suspected but wasn’t sure.” 

The dry drone of your voice was so satisfying. It was a song in and of itself, tongue curling around your forced submission to him anything he wanted you to. Hitoshi only stopped guiding you when the both of you reached the room which held the Wayfarer Orb on a pedestal. It was a smooth, polished stone of milky white with flashes of crimson red flecked throughout its surface.  He had acquired it at least a year ago, an ancient stone said to help bring protection to the owner. It seemed necessary given how rapidly he had grown his empire.

“Look at me Kitten.” he yanked you to him, the sweet swell of your breasts pressed against his front, “Would you like it if I kissed you?”

He would be lying if he said that he asked this question with completely innocent intent. The thought of claiming your mouth was tempting but he wanted to know if you had at all been tempted by him in the brief time he spoke with you. Or while you did your research. Hitoshi swept a thumb along your lower lip, parting your mouth for him as you stared blankly at him.

“Yes.”

Shinsou dipped his head and brushed his mouth faintly against yours, murmuring, “When did you start feeling attracted to me?”

“We’ve met before. Enji’s holiday gala. We danced together.”

Now that was interesting. He pulled back, brows shooting up as he looked down at you. Despite how closely he studied your face, the sweep of your cheek bones, the hue of your eyes, he couldn’t remember you at all. Indigo eyes lidded lazily, a stray fingertip dragging along the arch of a brow.

“Why don’t I remember you then?”

“I spiked your drink with a memory potion.”

Shock zinged through him then. It had been proper years since the last time anyone had gotten the jump on him and yet there you were, speaking only honesty for his ears as his voice compels you. Had this encounter never happened, he never would have known. If you could pull a stunt like that then the skills you have were unspeakably valuable and he had every plan to use them. Shinsou chuckled softly before dropping the enthrallment of his voice around you. 

The world came spinning back then, awareness creeping into the edges of your thought as you tried to grasp just where you were. By the time your pupils had refocused, he was crushing his mouth down onto yours. A muffled squeal was his answer along with you pushing at his chest. But the sensuous way his mouth moved against yours had you melting in his arms, soft moans humming in your throat as he kissed you.

When he finally broke the kiss, both of you were panting while you glared daggers up at him.

“What the fuck?!” you ripped yourself free of his grasp, staggering backwards with a hand clutched to your mouth, “What’re you doing?!”

The look of frustration blended heavenly with your flustered expression. Mirth spilled over in his open mouthed smirk. Casually he slipped his hands into his coat pockets, cocking a brow and half lidding his eyes at you. Tilting his head to the side, a soft laugh rumbled in his chest, drinking in your more outraged expression.

“Nothing you don’t want me to do, Kitten.”

“And how do you work that out?”

“You told me yourself.” Hitoshi gestured out towards the vault, hand showing you the glint of the Orb you came to steal, “Along with your goals. Your suspicions proved right.”

“Shit…”

“Now here’s how things are going to go,” he slowly advanced on you, “you’re going to put those skills of yours to work for me.”

You glared at him, “And if I refuse?”

“Well, I use my abilities and have you out yourself to every powerful figure here tonight.” that smirk widened, “You’re that one thief that’s been targeting all the high rollers, aren’t you? I imagine that they would all love to meet you.”

Fear flooded your eyes then, “You...you wou-”

“Wouldn’t I? If you’ve done your homework about me then you know how much of a dangerous man I can be.”

You had done your homework and that was truer than you would like to admit. Hitoshi’s public image was great but if you dug a little deeper, strange disappearances that surrounded him. Brainwashing you and having you out your secret to some of the most influential people of the city who would love to see you punished for your work. It would be the end of you and he knew you would have no choice but to work for him. 

And that was how you, The Firefly, thief of rich assholes extraordinaire, came to work for Shinsou Hitoshi. Through blackmail and the threat of one of the most powerful men in the city ruining you.

[alleycat97]

Snow Queen

Part 1? Just some random Hella Soft Blaine and Mc story. I don’t know what I was shooting for but here you go. Maybe a part 2? Idk yet.

F!Blaine x Mc(Kennedy Monroe)

Tag list: @blaine-hayes @samanthadalton @fundamentalromantic @kwaj05 @danna-min-sinclair @mintchocolate-chip @dopeyouth @shows-simp-card @clowneryme @scarlet-letter-a0114 @avanimous @choicesilona @somewillwin @iamsimpforpoppy @robintora @alexlabhont

Some vacation, who would have guessed a private ski lodge for diplomats with body guards and maximum security would have an issue with paparazzi?

Usually they don’t bother or even get near the place unless there is a story, and Kennedy Monroe was the story of the year, that was, if they could catch her.

She spent most of her vacation avoiding the paparazzi by a series of gut wrenching maneuvers on the slopes along with Blaine. It was actually becoming quite fun trying to evade them. It kept the adrenaline pumping for the girls as they tried to outdo one another in their big escapes.

For as much as they skied together and spent time together laughing and hanging out on the slopes, no one had put the two together, something that might unravel itself sooner rather than later.

Blaine and Kennedy started their morning’s off sitting next to each other at breakfast. Blaine always made sure Kennedy finished all her food before hitting the slopes. Besides evading the paparazzi, Blaine helped Kennedy with new moves and tricks on some jumps. Kennedy wasn’t the worlds worst skier, she just wasn’t as polished as Blaine.

But it wasn’t always skiing. The two girls would sneak off the runs and build snowmen and snow angels. One afternoon was so bad with the paparazzi, Blaine pulled Kennedy off the run and built them an igloo to hide in. One of many hidden talents the Ardonian possessed.

Of course the igloo wasn’t the largest of structures, especially the inside. Kennedy nearly had to straddle Blaine’s lap just to fit inside, something neither girl was complaining about.

“I see what you did here Blaine.” Kennedy smirked.

“What? I didn’t do anything.” Blaine replied with her trademark grin. “Just big enough for two.”

The two were quite fond of the igloo, it was their private oasis away from their friends and press on the slopes but would always end up back in Blaine’s room soaking away the aches of the days adventures.

The two started opposite of each other, just barely allowing their feet to rub one another. Then they started sitting side by side so they could hold hands. Then they always ended up with Kennedy sitting with her back to Blaine’s front, with the brunettes legs wrapped around the blonde’s waist.

Kennedy would just relax back into Blaine as she felt the girls grip tighten and the soft brush of her lips caressing the skin behind her ear. Not much was said, but the delicate actions spoke louder than any word either could muster.

One of the last morning’s, Blaine wasn’t at breakfast. Kennedy shot her a quick text before taking her own seat.

Blaine immediately responded with a message telling Kennedy to meet her at the igloo around noon for a surprise. Kennedy couldn’t stop bouncing in anticipation at the possibilities.

A surprise? From Blaine? Kennedy didn’t know whether to be excited or afraid.

Kennedy made it to the top of the ski lift and solo skied down the run and over to the secret igloo that Blaine had made. Finding Blaine tucked away inside with a blanket strung out with a picnic basket.

“Surprise!” Blaine greeted awkwardly, this feeling was all new to her.

“Oh a picnic? How romantic.”

“Yeah yeah I’m a saint. Now dig in, I’ve slaved over this all morning.” Blaine admitted timidly.

“You!? You made all this food? Thanks for the warning.” Kennedy teased pushing the basket away.

“Hey! It’s not that bad! I worked hard on it!”

Kennedy took the basket back and dug in, moaning in surprise on how tasteful the food was. “This is amazing Blaine thank you.”

Blaine smiled due to her small victory. Never in a million years did she ever consider baking anything for anyone, including a special someone. But here she was smiling, watching Kennedy enjoy her handy work.

After the tasteful lunch Kennedy tossed the basket aside, capturing Blaine’s lips with intensity and passion.

“Thank you so much for lunch Blaine, it was perfect.”

“A perfect lunch, for a perfect girl.” Blaine happily replied returning the kiss.

“When did you become so soft!?” Kennedy grinned.

“First day of school when I slammed that limo door shut, I caught a beautiful blonde staring from the sidewalk. I knew then I was toast.”

Kennedy squeezed Blaine’s hand thinking back to that day and how far the two have come, even if it was on the down low.

“But don’t you dare tell anyone Rutherland, my reputation would be destroyed.”

“We will keep it our little secret. And speaking of secrets? Do you think we will ever spill this one?” Kennedy said gesturing between them.

“I hope so, and soon.” Blaine admitted. “I value our time together as us, but I want the world to know you’re mine.”

“I agree. But do you think we are ready to take that on? We have countries to think about, our own people, our families.”

“Hell with them. We are grown women Kennedy, we can make our own decisions for our own reasons.”

“So...you do wish to keep this going?” Kennedy questioned.

“Kennedy we can do anything if we try. It’s just you and me. Our future is what we make it, not what our parents or countries make it.”

“Ok who are you and what did you do with Blaine.” Kennedy teased, lightly nudging Blaine.

“I mean it Rutherland. You mean the world to me. On a night when bad dreams become a screamer, When they're messing with the dreamer, I can laugh it in the face. I can twist and shout my way out, And wrap yourself around me. Because I ain’t the way you found me, And I'll never be the same.”

“D...Did you just quote a Hall & Oates song?” Kennedy thought, mulling over Blaine’s words.

“That’s not important, but what is, is that you changed me for the better Rutherland. You got me bad and I don’t want it to stop. I mean hell, I even cooked you lunch!” Blaine pointed out.

“Yes you did my little chef.” Kennedy said giving Blaine another appreciative Kiss. “Soon the world will know. Soon.”

The two were interrupted by an intense wind gust that started to blow snow into the igloo. Blaine stuck her head out to examine the outside world.

“It’s snowing again. These are big flakes Kennedy, and with this wind, it won’t be long until it’s blizzard conditions.”

“It’s getting colder too.” Kennedy added watching her breath intensify into the air.

“We better get back now before it’s too late.” Blaine spoke hurriedly packing the gear up and slapping her skis on.

The two abandoned their igloo and set off for the lodge. It was a decent run, and the near whiteout conditions had set in quicker than either thought.

“Kennedy!” Blaine yelled over her shoulder. “Stay close! We will cut through the woods up ahead, snow should be lighter.”

“Ok!”

The two approached a small thicket, telling them the woods were close. An odd movement in the thicket caught Blaine’s attention.

“Kennedy! To the left!” She pointed out.

“Paparazzi!” Kennedy yelled back. “Do these guys ever take a day off!”

“I don’t think he see’s us!” Blaine added looking for the guy again. “Where did he go?”

“He was just right out front?” Kennedy said speeding past Blaine unaware of how close she was to the woods. “I don’t see him!?”

“Kennedy! Look out!” Blaine screamed as the man appeared in front of Kennedy with his camera snapping shots of the first daughter.

The close proximity in the blinding snow startled Kennedy and she swerved around the man, hitting a tree head on.

“Kennedy!” Blaine whined out in fear, stopping next to the blonde, checking her over. “You fucking asshole!” Blaine snapped towards the cameraman.

“Oh this is good footage!” The man said recording the entire interaction. “You care to comment why you are so worried about your rival countries first daughter?”

Blaine reared back and slugged the creep. Taking his camera and tossing it against a tree, making sure it was good and broke. “Put that in your article asshole.”

The man staggered over and snagged his sim card before Blaine could and made his escape before Blaine had a chance to kill him.

“Kennedy!? Are you ok?” She asked rushing over when she heard the girl moaning in pain.

Kennedy tried to roll over, crying in immense pain. “Where does it hurt?” Blaine asked.

“My shoulder and neck.” Kennedy weakly got out. “My nose. I...I can’t breathe Blaine!” Kennedy started to freak but Blaine tried to calm her. Blaine noticed the blood surrounding the girls face.

“Broken nose, try and breathe through your mouth. Relax... breathe in, and out. Stay calm and I’ll call for help.” Blaine assured.

Soon the ski patrol made it with a evac snowmobile to find Blaine using her body to cover and warm Kennedy.

“Miss? We need to get her to the lodge.” The rescuer spoke removing Blaine.

The brunette watched as they speed off down the mountain with Kennedy and she hopped on the other machine to quickly get out of this snow storm.

As soon as she made it the lodge her classmates and Tatum had swarmed her.

“What happened to Kennedy?” Dionne asked.

“Yeah! They rushed her in on a stretcher and everything!” Peter added.

“I’ll need to ask you some questions Miss Hayes.” Tatum asked professionally.

“What the fuck is this!? 20 questions? Where is she?” Blaine snapped.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to answer the questions first. I’m not letting you see her without answering my questions. You are a witness and depending on your answers, a suspect.”

“Take your questions and shove them up your ass pretty boy. You’re not stopping me from seeing my girlfriend.”

The room went silent. Blaine could hear the many gasp’s from her friends but didn’t dare hide her relationship anymore.

“Girlfriend!?” Alexei asked. “I thought Evelyn was her girlfriend?”

“Pretend.” Evelyn noted.

“Finally!” Dionne squealed.

Tatum drug Blaine away and wrote down a room number. “That’s her room number at the hospital. Helicopter just took off.

“Then why are you still here?” Blaine questioned.

“I was supposed to interrogate you, but I see no need. I will need to ask you two what happened for my report when this settles down.” Tatum spoke.

Blaine, as restless as ever, called in her helicopter, and within an hour was taking off from the ski lodge in route to the hospital.

It was another 30 minute flight as she rushed into the hospital finding the correct level and the lucky door she was searching for. Demarco guarded the door but nodded for Blaine to go in.

“Kennedy?” Blaine asked easing into the room, finding the girl asleep on the bed. Her nose was severely bruised but had all the blood washed from her face. The cuts had been taken care of, and she was placed in a neck brace.

“Miss?” A nurse spoke entering the room. “We need to get Ms. Monroe to surgery. We are ready for her.”

“Surgery?” Blaine asked worriedly.

“On her shoulder and clavicle. It took a beating on that impact.” The nurse spoke taking the bed out the door.

Blaine wondered the halls alone waiting for Kennedy to finish surgery. It was literally the longest 5 hours of her life and the longest she’s gone without Kennedy aside from sleeping.

She didn’t know exactly how she fell so hard for Kennedy but she knew she didn’t want to go back. Life was so much better and worth living with her by her side.

“Ms. Hayes?” A nurse timidly approached, not wanting to interfere with a somber looking Blaine.

“Yes?”

“Ms. Monroe’s surgery was successful and she has returned to her room. She won’t stop asking for you.”

Blaine smiled as she took off running down the corridors, nearly bulldozing the room door down trying to get in so quickly.

“Blaine!” Kennedy squealed.

Blaine delicately took the girl in a hug, careful not to hurt her too much. “I missed you Rutherland.”

“Not as much as I missed you. You like my new look? Vogue says if your atleast 33% in castings, your trendy.” Kennedy teased.

“I guess given the circumstances, you look ravishing.” Blaine agreed.

“Ms. Hayes, if I didn’t know any better? I’d say your blushing.” Kennedy teased.

“Am not!” Blaine protested, blushing even harder. “Ok maybe alittle, so sue me.”

“I’ll do one better, come here.”

Blaine did as told and leaned down, meeting Kennedy in a much relieved and much needed kiss.

“I love you Blaine.”

“I love you Rutherland. So much.”

[harry-potter-nerd]

Ginny?! Hermione?! Pt.2

“But dad, we can help!” George said, mr Weasley wheeled around glaring at his youngest children

“No, you are staying here with your mother, and I’ll send word when we get them” His tone left no room for argument

So Harry, Ron, the twins and Mrs.Weasley spent another sleepless night in the the sitting room, worrying.

Four hours later, just after 1 am, a silvery blue weasel bounded into the room, illuminating it’s surroundings. It spoke with Mr.Weasley’s voice

“We got them, I’m in the ministry right now with Percy, Bill and Charlie are with the girls at St. Mungos, the Malfoys are in custody. I’ve gotten a one-off connection from the house to the hospital so you can get there directly using the flue network. I should be there in an hour or so” the weasel closed it’s mouth, then disappeared

Harry practically rumpled out of his chair.

Mrs.Weasley bustled into the kitchen and returned with a flower pot which Harry knew contained flue powder.

One by one, they stepped into the fire and shouted “St. Mungos!”

When Harry stepped out of the fireplace, into a crowded tea room, where anxious looking witches and wizards, sitting, fidgeting and pacing.

Mrs.Weasley appeared behind him stepping out of the fireplace, being the last of the group to arrive, but then took the lead.

They followed her to a dark oak from feast where a brunette haired witch sat going through a filing cabinet next to her desk.

She looked up as Mrs.Weasley approached

“How can I help you?” She asked pleasantly

“My daughter was brought in not too long ago along with another girl, Ginerva Weasley, and Hermione Granger” She started

“Weasley.... weeeasley.....”she mused looking down a long list on a clipboard

Her finger stopped to almost at the bottom of the list

“They’re both on the fourth floor, spell damage. The healers are still working on them so you won’t be able to in yet. But you can wait outside, room 231”

Mrs.Weasley gave a word of thanks and lead them down one flight of stairs

They stopped next to door, and a sign that read in golden lettering “4th floor -spell damage”

The group went down several corridors, checking the door numbers around them.

Finally, with one more turn, they found two young, red headed men at the end of the hallway.

“Bill, Charlie!” Mrs.Weasley exclaimed

“Mum” Bill said with a weak smile as they approached

She hugged her eldest sons, the eyed them up and down.

Harry looked at them both, fully taking them in. Charlie was sitting on one of the two chairs, wringing his calloused hands. And Bill looked like he had been pacing, his hair looking like he had ran his hands through his hair many times over.

But the most alarming thing, was that both Weasleys had blood on them. Both had crimson stains in the creases of their hands, and Billy had a considerable amount slopped over his front.

“What happed” Mrs.Weasley asked in a terrified voice

Bill told them.

They had gone to the Manor’s cellor with some Aurors, an unknown man, and a woman that Bill apparently knew from school named Tonks. Mr. Weasley had gone to arrest the Malfoys while they went to find Ginny and Hermione.

Both Charlie and Bill looked paler then usual, but he continued

When they got down there, they found both of them strung up by their wrists, covered in blood. Apparently Hermione was screaming, and wouldn’t stop, not even when they freed her. Ginny was unconscious, and the woman named Tonks made Hermione pass out so they could move her.

It explained why Bill was covered in blood, he had carried Ginny while they apperated to St.Mungo’s, the unknown man levitatied Hermione.

He finished, and there was a long pause

“Hermione didn’t recognize you?” Mrs.Weasley asked, Bill nodded

“Yeah, it didn’t really seem like she could focus on anything in particular” Charlie answered

They sat for a long while then heard footsteps

“Molly!” It was Mr.Weasley and Percy coming down the hall

Mrs.Weasley stood up and hugged her Husband and Son

“Malfoy and his wife are both in custody, but they’re refusing to talk without a lawyer” Percy said, straightening his hornedrimmed glasses (A/N: How do trials work with defense in the Wizarding world? IDK, I’m just basing this off of muggle standards)

“ And what about the boy, Draco” Bill asked

“With witness protection, he’ll be fine, as long as the Aurors do their job” Mr.Weasley said, with little emotion or sympathy in his voice

He was about to sit down when the door opened, three people stepped out; a witch with long black braids and dark skin, a wizard with a small grey beard and glasses so far down his nose it looked like they were about to fall off, and the third, another witch with dirty blonde, and a pale, round, good natured face.

“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?” The woman with the dark hair asked, they both stood up

“We need to talk to you about your daughter’s and Ms.Granger’s condition” She said in a very grim tone

They entered the room, leaving harry and their children in the hallway

Bill started pacing again

“Bill, stop for a moment” Percy said, bill looked at his brother, scowling

Percy pulled out his wand and waved it with a flourish

All the blood on Bill’s closes siphoned away, Bill gave a sound that probably meant to be a sound of thanks.

About ten minutes later, the door opened again,

Mrs.Weasley was shaking and had tears in his eyes, and her bottom lip quivering. Mr.Weasley had an arm around his wife’s shoulders and looked ghostly white.

The healers stepped out after them and the round-faced witch said to Mr.Weasley

“We’ll be back in two hours to check up on them” With that, they turned a corner down the corridor and they were alone

“Can we see them?” Bill asked at the same time Fred asked “are they okay?”

Mr.Weasley’s eyes darted from his wife, the to his sons

“You- you should come in and I’ll explain” he spoke in a quiet tone

They walked into a large room with two beds, the first, with a pale, freckley girl with bright red hair looking slightly matted and dirty, she was sitting up, propped up with a large stack of pillows. The second, a girl with rich brown skin and dark bushy hair that framed her face when she was lying on a scream colored pillow.

Both however had multiple bandages; ginny’s right thing was wrapped in somthing that looked like golden chain male covered in sea slime, and the bulge around her abdomen suggested that there were thick bandages under her white robes.

Ginny had white gauze bandages up both of her arms, it looked like they would need to be changed soon, Harry could she a small bit of blood seeping through on her left shoulder.

“Ginny?” Fred asked tentively, stepping towards his sister, Ginny didn’t move, she just kept gazing around the room

Fred walked up right in front of her and bent down

“Gin?” His face faultered when he looked at her face, Harry’s stomach dropped when she looked at him

Her usually kind face looked sunken, her cheeks were hollow. Her eyes looked too big for his face, and her pupils so dilated that they looked almost all black.

The worst part, however, was the fact when she looked at him, it was like he was invisible. She looked around the room, still blinking slowly, but not making any sign that she recognized any of them.

“What’s wrong with her?” Bill asked, waving his hand in front of his sister’s face

Mrs.Weasley let out a sob

“Ginny and Hermione, were tortured, The Cruciatus curse” Mr.Weasley said in a quiet, and breaking voice

Bill flinched and looked over at his father

“But, why can’t she recognize us?” He asked

“They-the spell, tortured unrelentingly, and for too long. The Malfoys destroyed their sanity” He finished

They all looked at Mr.Weasley, too shocked for words, but Charlie, after a long moment of silence

“But she’ll get better right?” He asked in a pleading voice

the small shake of Mr.Weasley’s head made Harry’s heart stop

“And Hermione?” Ron Asked is a small voice

“The same”

****

Harry and Ron and the twins went back to school a week later by Floo powder.

The twins had lost their usual gusto. Ron lost his wit, and Harry lost his enthusiasm for wanting to be at Hogwarts.

No one knew why, until the story broke when the trial started

It was in every paper, always a story

It came to a close over the Christmas holiday, Harry stayed at the Weasley’s and they went to St.Mungo’s on Christmas Day with presents

Harry and Ron had gotten Hermione ‘Hogwarts a History’

They were pretty sure she couldn’t read or understand what the book was, but she happily flipped to the pages with colorful pictures.

Mrs.Weasley had knitted Ginny a scarlet jumper, Ginny hadn’t put it on, but held it tight like a stuffed animal.

When they got home, a letter was waiting with the verdict

Bot Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had gotten life in Azkaban, for both the tournament and kidnap of Hermione and Ginny, and child abuse

It was a small comfort knowing that they wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone anymore, but he just wanted his friends back

[cyoza]

trust

Hello, hello 

I’ve done a short little something that’s combined the @dickkorysource prompt for this month of ‘trust’ and Valentines day. I wanted to do something a little ~smuttier~ but idk man i couldn’t get into it but I still wanna do like a smutty fic with them soon so I may when I have more time

anyhoo, thanks and I hope you enjoy! 

- 

Kory had never felt relief like she did when she shut and locked the door of her apartment. She let out an exhausted sigh as she slipped off her heeled boots, feeling more comfort in the silence of the atmosphere than she did of the action itself. She normally loved wearing heels, revelling in the power that came from towering over most people, but running backwards and forwards behind a busy bar in them exhausted her in a way that she wasn’t used to. 

Despite acknowledging and celebrating Valentines day for the last 3 years, it was the first time she ever had to work the day. She did have time to enjoy it, having a beautiful brunch with Dick followed by a movie but by 5pm she was in the loud, sweaty abyss that was McNiel’s.

Undeniably, working in a bar wasn’t always fun but it usually had more positive interactions than it negative ones. Apparently, however, Valentines day came with a could of crippling loneliness and sadness that caused people to act out of the character and it had her knackered like never before. 

But that didn’t matter at that moment. She didn’t have to, nor did she want to, think about her awful shift. Now all she wanted to do was curl up in the firm, soothing arms of her boyfriend. So she made her way to the bedroom, dropping her jacket and jeans in the basket just inside the bathroom along the way. 

She had barely turned the handle of the bedroom door before she heard a yelp followed by the swoosh of the kitchen door opening behind her but her eyes were enclosed by darkness before she could register what was happening. It was the earthy, unreplicable scent coupled with the familiar voice that calmed her spike in heart rate. 

‘Kory! What are you doing home?’ Dick’s voice was high and breathless, she had obviously unwittingly caught him off guard. But she didn’t know why considering he was the one who surprised her. At 2am in the morning, she expected him to be asleep already. 

‘Um..I live here?’  she reminded him sarcastically. ‘What are you doing up?’ 

He paused but she heard him sigh as he contemplated what to say, his fingers still clasped tight enough around her eyes that she couldn’t see. 

‘You’re a little earlier than intended but I guess I’ll have to show you.’ he muttered, half to himself and half to her. 

‘What? Dick what’s going on? Why -’ Kory was cut off by the slap of Dick’s calloused hand across her mouth, quieting her from asking anymore questions. His other hand moved to cover both of her eyes so she was still kept in the dark.

‘Just - I’m sorry. I expected you to be home later.’ he told her. ‘Just stay here and keep your eyes closed, okay? I’m just going to do the finishing touches’ 

He didn’t wait for a response before he slipped his hands from her eyes and mouth and moved into the bedroom. She kept her eyes closed as he slinked away, too taken aback to do anything else.

Even with her heart pumping forcefully in her chest, she didn’t open her eyes and kept still in the hallway between her kitchen and bedroom. Thankfully it wasn’t long before she heard the bedroom door open again and Dick’s hands returned to her eyes. 

‘Ready?’ he asked her, his voice still slightly winded. 

‘I guess so, yeah.’ she responded. 

He didn’t say anything further but started leading her through the open door of her bedroom. She heard the door shut behind her then suddenly his hands dropped from her eyes so she could see again the sight before her took her breath away. 

Dick had strung up various star shaped fairy lights around the room which gave it a soft yellow glow. Also dotted around the room were bouquets of red tulips which had quickly become her favourite flower after he’d given them to her once, relaying to her the fact that the meaning behind them were ‘true undying love.’ Ever since then, they had become a significant part of their relationship. 

‘Dick..this is..’ She whispered, at a loss for words. 

‘I know it’s late and you’re probably exhausted but I didn’t want the day to pass without doing something a little more special.’ He explained, standing beside her and taking her hand. ‘It’s not very much but -‘ 

‘I love it.’ She reassured him, forcing her eyes from the room to face him. ‘I love you. Thank you, this is amazing.’

She captured his lips in a passion filled kiss, hoping it would translate her gratification. He automatically wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him and kissing her back with just as much energy before he broke the kiss and stepped back. 

‘There’s more. Hold on.’ 

He moved away from her and made his way across the room to the bedside table, which she noticed for the first time had champagne sitting atop it. This piqued her interest. Sure it was a special day, but did it really warrant champagne? And knowing Dick he would’ve only got the best. But he caught her attention yet again before she could think more about it.  

‘I know we already did stuff together today but I wanted to do this whilst it was just us two and Rachel and Gar will be home tomorrow so I won’t really get a chance then. You know what they’re like when they’re home and then Connor and Donna will wanna drop by to see them and it’ll just be -’ She interrupted him and stopped his rambling. 

‘Dick, stop. What are you talking about?’ 

Her heart picked up speed; his rambling meant he was nervous but why was he nervous? He retrieved something from the bedside table and made his way back to stand in front of her, face looking slightly ashen but still he continued talking. 

‘I’m sorry I had this all planned out and I knew what I wanted to say but now you’re here and in front of me and it’s all gone out of my head.’ 

Now Kory’s heart was galloping in her chest, her anxiety through the roof. But she kept her cool and tried to calm him. 

‘Dick, hey, whatever it is. It’ll be okay. Just tell me.’ She grasped his face in her hands and rubbed her thumb across his cheek in a soothing motion. 

She watched as Dick nodded and took a deep breath before he dropped to one knee. Suddenly it dawned on her what was happening. Her head swam with shock as her hands dropped from his face and her vision grew cloudy. Was she breathing? Did she even know how to anymore? 

‘Kory, the past 3 years have been amazing. When we met in that rolling rink, I had no idea that we’d be here. As beautiful as I thought you were, I don’t think anyone’s ever annoyed me as quickly and as much as you did that day.’ He admitted, prompting a tearful laugh from Kory. 

‘It didn’t take me long to see how kind, how powerful, extraordinary you are. And I was a goner, I didn’t know it then but I was. You leave a trail of light no matter where you go and leave people in awe no matter who it is. But for some reason you’re here with me and I've never been so grateful for anything in my life. I don’t know what I would do without you. I don’t think I could ever survive without you. So, Kory...will you marry me?’ His voice shook as he asked the question, sounding like it would break him if she said no.

He opened the box to present a striking ring. The band was a brilliant gold, thin and simple but in the middle was a large oval emerald stone that was encased with smaller white diamonds on either side of it. She only saw it for a moment before her eyes filled with tears yet again and it became blurry. 

‘Kory?’ 

She lifted her eyes from the ring to meet eyes with Dick, his face fearful and pleading. 

Oh. He was waiting for an answer. 

She opened her mouth to respond but found her mouth too dry to speak so she merely nodded. His face transformed into relieved elation and he slipped the ring on her finger  before enveloping her in a constricting hug. He pulled back to press his lips to hers in a hard kiss, peppering more across her cheek and under her jaw. 

‘Thank you. I love you.’ He breathed, pulling back to gaze at her tenderly. 

‘I love you so much.’ She told him. ‘But I can’t believe you proposed to me while I wasn’t even wearing pants.’

- 

The theme isn’t like as explicit but like the fact that Kory doesn’t panic when Dick covers her eyes and doesn’t think of the worst when he has something to tell her because she trusts the fact that he would never hurt her, idk theyre all small acts of trust for me

this was slightly inspired by this fic by by_noa: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17787521

[eirabach]

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A Pen and Ink goodbye for @olliepig who enabled my need for ridiculous angst. It got a bit out of hand. Under the cut for semi-smut adjacent shenanigans. Apparently I don't title fic in this fandom idk why.

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Penelope has been on the island since daybreak.

That's not odd, not in and of itself. This is International Rescue's last day as -- as whatever International Rescue has been for the past eight years. Penelope has been a part of that from the off. Of course she's here.

It is sorta odd that he hasn't seen her.

He's seen FAB1 docked neatly in the corner of the space Two has left behind. He's seen Parker sat at the table with Grandma, the two of them blaring the old rock classics Grandma always favours when she's stressed. He's even heard Penelope herself, clipped and formal as she discusses practicalities with Kayo. He’s spotted the wag of Sherbet's rear as he disappears around a bend.

So it is odd that he hasn't actually seen Penelope herself.

It's odder still that it's on purpose.

Even he doesn't know why, not really. He's a people person. He seeks them out, whether they want him there or not, and he is, absolutely and above almost anything else, a Penelope person.

He’s spent almost all of his adult life following Penelope about like Sherbet on speed, and now, now when whatever he might say to her might actually matter, might actually change something, he’s hiding.

It doesn't make sense, but there it is.

It probably looks like cowardice. It isn’t.

The truth is his skin is too tight, his heart too large and too loud, and everything within him seems to be vibrating at a level and pitch that suggests immediate and violent combustion.

He takes himself off because he can't trust himself right now. Can't trust that he won't crack like a hull under pressure, turn into some sort of hysterical wreck and get himself grounded because what better reintroduction to his long lost father than Gordon couldn't come, dad. Gordon's gone mad.

He wonders if his dad would even be surprised. Eight years alone, maybe he might be right there with him.

So he hides himself away from Scott's demands and Virgil's concerns and Alan's excitement. Avoids Grandma's hugs. Plans to take himself off to his room and meditate himself back to earth. The irony isn't lost on him.

Except now Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward is sitting in the corridor, Sherbet in her lap and her head resting against his bedroom door. The strap of her Thai silk nightgown slipping from her shoulder and honestly, honestly, this is not helping him stay sane. Not at all.

"Um," he says. A positive opener. "Are you okay?"

"Did you know," Penelope says, because she never answers a question without posing one first, "that your brother has spent the last twenty minutes composing a farewell message of such overwrought emotional trauma that Parker almost wept?"

"Which brother?"

She lifts an eyebrow.

"Fair point. Who to this time?"

"An entire server's worth of people that he has never met." Her mouth twists wryly. “His very dearest friends.”

Gordon shrugs, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and watches the way Penelope curls her toes into the carpet over and over and over.

"Alan doesn't get out much. Well. He gets out in a rocket but for some reason I don't feel like that counts."

"That wasn't my point."

His eyes snap to hers, then, because there's something in the way she says it, something tight and sharp that pricks at the parts of him already spread too thin.

"He's under the impression that he may not return."

"He's dramatic like that."

"And you're not?" She stands, Sherbet tottering from her lap, the strap slipping further down her arm, and Gordon concentrates as hard as he dares on the space just below her left earlobe. "Gordon. Are you avoiding me?"

And of course he is, entirely, but telling her so seems like a really stupid idea. Utterly stupid. Stupid as his stupid eyes slipping down and along and following the curve of pale pink silk below her collarbone. He forces them upward, squints at the stain on the ceiling shaped just like Virgil's left foot. That had been a good Tuesday.

“Gordon!”

"No?" Not his greatest dramatic turn, this. 

"Then you won't mind if I come in, then, will you."

"What?"

And this is really, terribly, excruciatingly unfair. Because if he was asked to count how many times he'd dreamed of this moment, of Penelope, flushed cheeks and a determined set to her jaw, her hand on the door handle and his bed six feet away, he'd struggle to settle on a number that didn't make him sound like a creep. In none of those dreams did he stare at her, mouth agape, and tremble like a virgin in a brothel. In none of those dreams had he ever, ever considered saying no. But to say he's not at his best, well, that's a level of understatement best left to Penny herself. And if he knows anything, more than his own name, more than the vagaries of Four's controls or the shades of Scott's moods, it's that Penny deserves better. Better than him at his best, and certainly better than whatever he's got to offer her now. Which seems, on balance, to just be a grouper's bug eyed stare.

Hot.

"Please, Gordon. I don't want to do this out here."

Oh. Well. Yeah, obviously. There are rules. Probably.

God, he’s never actually had to find out. That’s just embarrassing. 

“I can see you thinking,” Penelope says. “Don’t be crass.”

“Can’t help it.”

“Gordon, please.”  She sounds tired. Tired and strung out and there's a dark smudge under her eyes that might be jet-lag or might be something else all together. The daydream, such as it is, collapses into nothing under the weight of her hand, curled into a fist at her side, and the way her mouth turns down at the corners.

"Ah, shit. Come on, I'm sorry, come on."

He opens the door for her and sends a silent prayer of thanks to Scott, because Scott nags him about his room hourly (or at least he used to, back when Scott had time to care about such things) and probably the only way Penelope could look more any more out of place would be if she were surrounded by a month's worth of dirty laundry. It's bad enough that she's looking at his unmade bed. 

He steals a look back through the still open door.

"Is Parker..?"

"Not invited," she states, and backheels the door shut. Sherbet scurries through just in time and sits looking from one to the other of them like a spectator at a tennis match. "We need to talk."

That, of course, is what he’s been trying to avoid. He’s immediately on the defensive. Twitchy. His eyes flick around the room and refuse to settle on her for more than a moment at a time. He can’t look at her and he can’t talk to her and if he doesn’t actually explode before she leave his room then he’s gonna have to consider this whole thing a success because he’s trembling so hard he can feel the floor shake.

"Super. I love talking. Love. It. What you want to talk about? Sunfish? Grandma’s chilli? Nepotism in the rescue industry?"

"Don't be factitious, Gordon. It doesn't suit you."

"My apologies," he offers a little bow. "Go ahead, your Ladyship."

She scowls. The hollows under her eyes are more obvious in the low light of the bedroom. His already leaden stomach roils uncomfortably to see them.

"Does it not strike you as odd that Alan is composing farewells to people whom he does not know, and you are refusing to look me in the eye?" 

"We're gonna be gone like a day."

"Is that so?"

And maybe he should have paid attention to the way she says it, not cross, not at all, but just a little bit sad and a little bit uncertain, or maybe it's just that she's hit the crux of something Gordon hasn't quite dared to name, but something -- something just sort of snaps.

"The hell you getting at, Pen?"

"You know perfectly well --"

"No I don't!" And that's too loud, way too loud, would send a brother running any other time, have Parker hammering down the door. "I don't know anything anymore! I don't know how this is gonna work, any of it. I don't know shit about Oort clouds or, or what the point is in taking Four into space! I don't know what dad looks like, I don't know if he's out there I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do or he isn't or if he is, Penny! I don't know how to hold it together or how to hold my family together and I sure as hell don't know how I'm supposed to say goodbye." He needs his re-breather, he's out of oxygen, out of patience, out of time. "Not to you."

It's a confession, of sorts.

She takes it as permission.

Penny never does anything by half measures. She launches herself at him, bits of old scuba gear and half his shell collection going flying as his back hits his dresser, his hands scrabbling for purchase against the drawers as hers tighten in his hair and she crushes her mouth against his. Every ounce of blood in his body makes a sudden and impassioned journey downward and he's glad of the dresser because he's never gonna live it down if he faints.

She nips at his lower lip, and it's a damn close run thing.

Her tongue is hot and her grip is almost painful and he doesn't know what to do with his own hands, because if he holds her now he knows he's never going to be able to let her go.

Penelope, of course, is always two steps ahead.

She pulls back, just far enough to rest her forehead against his. Her breath stutters over his lips. He's not breathing much at all.

Slowly, so slowly, as though the process causes her physical pain, she releases her grip, her thumbs coming down to brush at his cheeks before she lets go entirely. She reaches up on her tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his forehead and steps back, hands neatly folded, cheeks flushed. Gordon blinks at her.

"I'm sorry," she says. "That was uncalled for."

Gordon makes a sound that might generously be called a whine. "If you think that was uncalled for then I'm afraid you're wildly off base."

"It seemed a better idea than yelling."

"Definitely a better idea than yelling."

"Not that I'm not upset with you for avoiding me."

"Understandable."

"Only that -- I'm not awfully good at this sort of thing either, you know."

"I really, extremely beg to differ."

"Not that." She rolls her eyes and he can't help but smile. "The overwrought emotional goodbyes sort of thing."

"I dunno, I like your version. Better than Alan's I bet -- wait." He narrows his eyes, takes hold of her shoulders. Her skin is soft and warm and her eyes are warmer, distracting him from whatever stupid joke he was going to make. She isn't looking at him like this is a joke. “Do you have some ulterior motive here? No, never mind, stupid question. You always have an ulterior motive.”

“That’s rude, Gordon.”

“That’s true, Penelope.”

But she’s smiling, just a tiny bit, and his heart lifts just a little to match.

"I'm not going to ask you to stay if that’s what you’re worried about," she says, soft as a promise she knows he truly able to make. "Only to come home. Regardless."

"Not planning to stay," he says in lieu of lying. "I like gravity."

"Other planets have gravity, Gordon."

"Yeah I know. It's a metaphor."

"Oh?" She sways into his space, just a little bit, and he feels his body chase hers as she tilts away, proving his point. "How poetic."

"Alan gets it from me."

"Hmm." She leans in again, her hand against his chest, and the rawness of her touch fades to something sweeter and darker that curls in his belly and is really probably best avoided right now because -- because something. 

He can't make himself care.

"I don't want to say goodbye, Pen." 

He doesn't say ever, but she hears it anyway. He can tell by the spark in her eyes, by the catch of her breath. They're good like that, the two of them. Finding each other in the liminal spaces between words.

Words are pretty overrated anyway, especially compared to her lips on his, gentle and lingering, one hand above his heart and the other at his jaw. 

He's the one to deepen the kiss this time, to cup the back of her head and draw her closer, tighter, silk between his fingers, the dresser at his back. Bed is comfier. Bed is close. Bed is -- probably pushing his luck. But then again, maybe not, because she's the one tugging at his shirt, pulling him after her even as she makes short work of the buttons, pushes the sleeves from his arms. She's the one settling herself against his pillows, smiling when he hovers with his weight on his elbows, and presses a finger to his lips.

"Then don't."

[allhallowsreid]

just lots and lots of very long-winded, random thoughts about last night’s finale and the show itself...

so obvs no one has to agree with me on any of this, i just feel like there likely ARE ppl who feel like this and it’s easy to get shut down on tumblr for having different opinions, and i mostly just need to gather my feelings and thoughts in one place.

-ive seen a handful of ppl upset that the last ep centered around reid, but if you were to take 10 fans of this show, it’s a pretty good chance that 8 or 9 of them would say reid is their fave character. that isn’t me trying to insult any of the other characters, that’s just the way it is. whether it’s bc of his looks (and my lord was he gorgeous in this finale ep), or that he’s your typical cute white boi, or more organic reasons like he’s been there since day 1 and we were able to watch him change and grow, and he’s the opposite of the typical male characters we often see, especially on cop shows.. whatever the reason, he is a VERY popular tv character. and if it weren’t for that character, for better or worse, this show would have ended a long time ago.

-the ending itself.. i just feel like i don’t know what ppl were expecting?? this is not a show like supernatural or dexter or a show that has had a fluent overarching story to tell from start to finish. the story continues without us watching it. it’s another day at the office for them. was it a great ending? no, but it was fine. we see where all of them are headed. endings are so difficult, i’m just glad they didn’t kill anyone off or some garbage like that.

-so damn happy they hooked up luke and garcia. i have had such issues with garcia’s character since morgan left, i feel like she became a caricature, where she just overacts and i recently read an article with kirsten where she actually admitted that when shemar left she really didn’t know what to do with her character anymore. honestly? it showed. the obnoxiousness to luke was cute at first bc she obviously had a crush on him, but then it just became mean and out of character. this season i was happy to see her get a little bit more back to herself. all this being said, they were very clearly headed towards getting luke and garcia together this season with the overt flirting and one on one convo’s, i’m so glad they went through with it instead of leaving it open ended. and i will admit that of all the characters, i didn’t think garcia would be the one to leave, but it made sense. garcia is tough as hell, much tougher than she gives herself credit for, but like luke said, she can do this other job without the gore that she cringes over in literally every single episode of the show. also loved jj saying garcia was the glue of the team. so true, so well said. and side note, kirsten does a hell of a job writing these characters that she knows all too well, the other writers should’ve just let her take over in later seasons.

-prentiss... i love my emily so dang much, but man they give her the absolute worst dialogue. she gets stuck with all these long sentences that just.. they just don’t flow?? and it takes me out of the show so often. this has been since s12 when she became unit chief. there has been a handful of times since she became the boss that we have had flashes of old school smartass goth girl emily, and i cherished each moment, but it wasn’t enough. somewhere along the way they forgot how to write into the show that their characters had PERSONALITY. just as an example of the stupid dialogue she gets.. the end of the ep where it’s intended to look like rossi’s retirement party. then, idk who it was, emilys boyfriend maybe(?) says some dumb comment about oh gee i thought this was dave’s retirement! and then emily starts some awkwardly long line that could’ve been summed up in “dave decided not to retire afterall” and it was just soooo... weird?!!? if we are agreeing that A MONTH has gone by.. you are to tell me that it never once came up that dave said he was gonna retire and then changed his mind!??! that night, one month later, is the first that this discussion occurred!!?!?! and all of these dumb lines come out sounding so robotic, and i can’t blame paget, bc the lines are boring as hell. also unless i missed something i can’t rule emily out of being the next director, especially since their profile ended up being correct, lynch and the mom didn’t kill themselves, so i’m sure when that all came out, the next hurdle emily would have to clear is how they just blew up their very expensive jet right after having a budget meeting 2 episodes ago!!

- i’m gonna lump the newer characters together.. and just say that it was all too little, too late. they tried to give matt and luke more this season, and the ep’s centered on them were great, but it all felt forced to me. all this character development should’ve started as soon as they came onto the show. the relationships between the new and original characters also feels forced a lot of times, barring relationships like rossi and his boys, luke and garcia, tara and emily.. i mean that’s kind of all, right? we never saw much off-the-job, personal interactions between them and the rest of the characters, did we? and the way tara was treated on this show is inexcusable. aisha’s talents were so underused on this show it was criminal (pun intended). and actually, the above stuff i said about emily getting nonsense dialogue, you can throw matt in there too. his dialogue was friggin god awful at times on this show. in the words of early seasons reid, maybe try to be more conversational, writers!!

-man oh man was jj a badass and a half in this finale. tbh i always enjoyed liaison jj more than ssa jj, but when badass jj comes out i get all excited. i do feel like she would be the best fit to take over if emily left, she’d stepped into that role before and excelled. but she is another character that at times i think the writers just forgot how to write her personality somewhere along the way. i understand that the reality is that people change over time, but there were times that she was written like a typical high school mean girl, and that was just an insult to the character they created. the whole jeid thing was severely overblown and unnecessary. i don’t hate the idea of them being together, but why wait til s14-15 to deal with this? in the end i thought it was handled okay, i personally didn’t feel like it ruined their friendship or stayed awkward, which i appreciated, it was just a storyline that wasn’t needed and wasted time. also, ppl griping about “oh but she clearly loves will, if she loves spencer then she can’t love will!” i mean, actually, ppl are capable of loving more than one person at a time, hate to burst that bubble for ya.

-this seems like a good moment though to pause and just get this out about will lamon-fuckin-tagne jr... this guy is too good for jj lol, i am sorry but he is such a great guy. and can we review some things about will and his wife’s bestest friend, godfather to his children, spencer reid?? when will and spencer first met, it was during an unbelievably personal case to will, i mean his father died sending him a message about this case that the fbi was called in on. and his first intro with reid?? let’s see, reid spent that ep strung out on drugs, and full on abandoning the case to go hang out with his friend at a club/bar/lounge/whatever. ok, so that’s will’s first impression of jj’s bestie, and will STILL okay’d him being the godfather of his kids. not to mention, can you imagine your wife has been gone in the damn middle east for who even knows how long, then when she finally gets back and you think you’re gonna have her to yourself, but oh no, here comes jj’s friggin bestie again to come cry on the couch every night for several weeks!!!! and he gives zero indication of not liking spencer, in fact he seems rather fond of him. will is the most patient man ever, i swear.

-ok that was an unexpected side track. moving onto rossi. not sure why they were all like oh pfft this guy will never retire. the dude literally retired before the show started lol. if he retired once, when he was fairly young, why is the idea of it happening again so impossible? again, dumb dialogue. i loved the stuff with him and young gideon (i may be biased tho bc i’m just so damn proud of ben savage), i loved that rossi knew more about the jet than the others, however that was an inconsistency bc when rossi came back from retirement, he couldn’t believe the bau had its own jet. unless i just misunderstood what emily meant when she said it all started with rossi and gideon. i felt like lynch was a very underwhelming villain. super forgettable. there was no charisma like foyet or cat adams, there was no creep factor like mr scratch, there was no mystery like the replicator or the fisher king. his whole story just fell flat, and if there were anything interesting about him whatsoever, it’s bc of what rossi brought to the table, not the “chameleon”.

-my boy reid. he has several lifetimes of baggage to unpack, and i think of all the characters on this show, no one hates unpacking their trauma more than reid. i feel like it was so relatable that he could barely speak in this ep without sounding on the verge of tears, like every sentence was painful to even get out bc of how much hurt is stored up inside him. his trauma has defined him for years now, and if they had ended the show without addressing even some of it, the show would’ve been incomplete. i understand that actors schedules just don’t work out sometimes, but idk what the point was of having strauss and foyet be his devil and angel. and foyet’s long explanation of how bc he changed hotch, he changed the team was so convoluted that he may as well have just said “they couldn’t get james van der beek or the dude who played mr scratch, so im here instead”. i liked what they did with reid and maeve, and i actually don’t mind that there was no mention of max. they’re still very early in their relationship, and i feel like him coming out with some “wait i think i love max!” revelation would just be too fast and ooc. we already know that the relationship between them is growing, it doesn’t need to be said. and can i get an amen that maeve and reid didn’t kiss bc god that would’ve been weird as hell.

- i hate that we couldn’t have hotch or morgan or blake or elle or any of the main characters that helped make this show what it was, but i’m still grateful for the crumbs they gave us if the actors just couldn’t be booked for whatever reason. i’ve seen many shows at their end just try to pretend their previous characters never existed, so that we got some flashbacks with them was appreciated.

- RIP bau jet. i wiiiill reMEMber youuuuuuu.

-the song choice of david bowie’s Heroes was perfection. strangely, when i was driving home from work yesterday that song came on my playlist and i blasted it on repeat and performed a car concert for my fellow drivers on the road, and thought to myself that this song would be great for cm to end on. never thought they would actually do it since they had previously used the song in penelope’s ep. but what a great scene of all them dancing and singing and laughing like the bunch of nerdy idiots they are.

-i came late into the game with this show. ppl have been telling me for years to watch it and i only picked up watching in s13, after i read a spn/cm crossover fic and became super curious about who all these awesome characters were. with that said, i’m aware that since i haven’t invested years of my life in this show, that my feelings and thoughts about the ending will be different than those who have been hooked on this show for over a decade. i’m still just so thankful for the family portrayed by this show, and these characters i fell in love with, and episodes i’ll never forget.

[vmprwtch]

HMM HEY idk if anyone has asked you this yet but pls tell me abt alec’s mom & his relationship with her as a human !!! and then possibly his current perception of her looking back + his views on maternal figures now. does he appreciate them, does he shy away from them, etc??

                            character development  // always accepting *!

first I wanna stop n saw a special thank you to jess who I love and adore beyond the stars. like ur an amazing friend and person but also I got so emo when I saw this bc ur legit the only person who regularly and frequently puts in effort to show me you’re interested in Alec and appreciate him and it genuinely means the world to me. now! mothers.

alec adored his mother. they lived a very simple life back then and so there wasn’t much more to their relationship beyond just loving kindness and a warm home. there concerns barely extended beyond the plot of their very small cottage. he doesn’t remember her beyond the feelings he had for her anymore but he does know that he loved her immensely. he would often wake up early to pick wildflowers for her. she always put the twins to bed even when they were older, making sure they were together and safe before she could sleep. she’d tell them that no matter what they always had each other and they should never hold back on loving on another, never let hate or anger get between them. she’d reassure the twins that the villagers were in the wrong when they persecuted them, but had enough sense to show them how to stay discrete. she didn’t know her husband came from a long line of witches, but she didnt for a second consider rejecting her children for their magic. she loved and fought for them until their dying day. she died being beaten to a bloody pulp by the crowd that strung up and torched her babies in front of her; Alec and Jane saw it happen while they burned. unfortunately Alec has a fresher memory of that than most other thoughts of his mother. the trauma and proximity to his transformation made it easier to remember. beyond this all he has left is the knowledge that he loved her like he does Jane: unconditionally, healthily, properly, truly. she was the only other person he loved. 

looking back, she’s a murky memory. he knows that aro would have seen her in alec’s memory when it was still fresh and because he was a vamp when he saw it, aro can recall it with perfect clarity. he’s asked him to describe her and even depict her in drawings and paintings so he can remember. for a century or two, aro pacified him by telling him that seeing her and holding onto her memory would impede his grieving; of course, this was just his method of letting Alec’s allegiance to anyone outside the volturi decay. but after some time, he did have a portrait of her commissioned, but it never really satisfied Alec. he couldn’t be sure it was accurate and the idea that he couldnt recall her on his own upsets him to this day, he keeps her portrait in his room along with a smaller version on his vanity. its all he has to remember her by beyond vague feelings of unconditional love. her face is lost to him. the only other memories he has is the memory of the night he died (the colors and faces have long bled out) and a memory of lying beside his sister, going to bed with their mother sitting beside them, all three of them laughing.

when it comes to maternal figures, alec doesnt necessarily actively seek them out, but sorta sees them in a lot of the women in his life. this is actually part of why, despite his bisexuality, its hard for him to form romantic connections with women. he so often sees them as maternal figures instead. most notable are the volturi wives. he spends hours of each day in the tower where they’re forced to stay. only Jane spends a similar amount of time with them; everyone else barely visits them. he loves to spend time with them up there and bring them news of the world changing and talk for hours about his practice with the piano and violin, or with hunting/his power, etc. but his favorite activity is when he gets permission to take them out. he will spend hours strolling around the rose gardens, his arm in theirs, and just talk with them. its his favorite place in the world and he loves to be alone with the wives and let them spend a moment of peace with their adoptive son in the gardens. 

when it comes to other mother figures, Alec is very sympathetic and appreciative of them. of all the Cullens, despite having no real interest in her, Alec would probably kill Esme last. knowing she acted as a mother to the others really softens Alec to her but in actuality, its just his unspoken desire that no one else watch their mother be killed as he did. if it ever came down to fighting the cullens, he’d petition aro to kill her last, or only before Carlisle. if it didnt happen that way, he’d blind the ‘kids’. he doesnt do it because its right; he just doesnt like his trauma being repeated. it makes him feel powerless.

tl;dr: Alec has been drinking his Respect Women Juice since 799 ad. and loves his mother like no one else. he sees her in other mothers and has a very high respect and love for mothers but nothing compares to his own mother, or the little memory he has of her.

[notveryglittery]

wildest dreams

summary: the dream creating process doesn't always go as planned. ships: creativisleep (meant to be romantic, could probably be read as platonic). a little bit of CLAMS, mostly shown with patton.  warnings: fluff!! denial of feelings? idk, let me know! words: 2.2k (LMAO) notes: this took me almost two weeks to write WOW but i love this ship and i’m happy with the result!! thank you @alienjack​ for the prompt!! i’m also gonna tag @creativisleep ;)

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“Alright, kiddos, Memory Lane’s all set up for you, okay?”

“Thanks, daddio. What would we do without you?”

“Suffer!” Roman cried, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. “We’d perish!”

Patton giggled, shushing Roman by gathering him into his arms, and squeezing him extra tightly. “Now, now, Ro, you know I’d never leave you all to fend on your own!” His pause was mischievous and Remy expected the quip before it fell from Patton’s lips, “besides, I’m not sure you could manage without me.”

This time, Roman gasped, sounding positively betrayed. He twirled Patton out of his grasp, holding onto his hand still, and mock glared at the paternal Side. “I don't know about that!”

Virgil chose that moment to brush by them in the hall, “we’d all starve to death and you know it.”

“That’s my boy!!” Patton cheered, blowing a kiss after him. Roman let go of Patton’s hand and crossed his arms, scowling after Virgil. The darker Side shot him a wink before disappearing into his room.

The smile on Remy’s face was starting to hurt and he knew that if he didn’t break this up soon, they’d all be up later than Logan would have liked. “That’s enough cuddling and smooching for now, I think. Besides, you didn’t even invite me.” His pout was perfectly sculpted and a thrill of success rushed through him when Patton and Roman immediately fell for it.

“Remy, no!” Patton exclaimed, looking properly distressed. In the same moment, Roman was sweeping Remy into a dramatic dip. One hand grabbed onto the prince’s shoulder and the other to keep his sunglasses on as he laughed, an unabashed sound that had more than one stomach erupting in butterflies. “I was joking!”

Roman dropped a kiss onto Remy’s forehead before swinging them both back up. Patton bounced into Roman’s outstretched arm, and for a few sweet minutes, the three just basked in each other’s presence. Eventually, a yawn spilled from Patton’s mouth and Remy patted him on the head. “Bedtime for you,” he said in his best Dad voice and Patton’s drowsy grin slipped into something a bit more proud. Roman didn’t so much see Remy rolling his eyes as he felt it.

Remy tucked Patton in while Roman got everything prepared. It was second nature by now, but Roman was careful regardless. The last thing they wanted was to give Thomas a nightmare by being reckless. It took a bit more than creativity and sleep; sometimes, the best dreams were ones based off of the fondest memories. The first time they’d tried to use the Memory Archives, however, Logan had berated them for an hour. They’d learned their lesson after Virgil evaded sleep for two days, leaving Thomas exhausted and irritable.

“Your castle awaits, your highness,” Remy’s voice called from behind him, and Roman startled, barely managing to keep hold on his thermos of green tea. Remy draped himself over Roman’s frame, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Ready to go?”

Roman ignored the heat that no doubt was coloring his face a telling rosy blush. He was supposed to be the romantic one! He could handle this! They sunk out of Roman’s room and appeared in front of the Dream Palace. It was simpler than Roman would have liked (most things were; it was always go big or go home with him), not that he ever said so, but there was no denying that the colors really took it over the top. From reds and oranges, to yellows and pinks, it shimmered as if glowing in an eternal sunset. It wasn’t until Thomas’ head was finally at rest on his pillow, eyes shut, that it all darkened to purples and blues, looking more like a night sky free of any light pollution than anything else.

To their left, a path wound to Memory Lane; it was hazy and glittering as it trailed off. On their right, the way to the Fantasy Realm; the noises of birds chirping, swords ringing, and beasts grumbling muffled in the distance. “Well,” Remy cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms above his head, “let’s get started.”

Roman definitely didn’t get distracted by the sliver of skin exposed by Remy’s shirt riding up.

The Dream Palace was, from the eyes of creativity himself, really incredible. The fact that Remy had made this without any help would never cease to impress Roman. (Little did Roman know that Remy may or may not have made it for him; it’s not like Remy needed an entire castle just to make dreams). From the entryway, a staircase curled up along both sides of the walls, leading onward to the second and third floors. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, sparkling and casting light in every color of the rainbow (“it could be gayer,” Roman had joked, the first time he’d seen it).

Sometimes, they just plopped themselves in the middle of the foyer, conjuring blankets and snacks, and worked from there. Depending on how the day had gone, they might find themselves in the library, sitting by the fireplace, and creating dancing figures out of the flames. Roman was fond of the balconies, watching the shifting sky above them, where they could make figures out of the clouds. There were four bedrooms on the third floor, two to the left, and two to the right, and it was the second on the right that Remy liked best.

The ceilings were high which gave the room an airy feeling. The carpet was cream colored and soft to touch, the walls paneled in light wood; it seemed far more modern than the rest of the castle. The best part, though, was the bay window and the (far larger than necessary) window seat. The cushions were plush, the curtains lace, and the fairy lights strung above provided just the right amount of illumination without being glaring. It was comfortable and peaceful and allowed them a beautiful view of both the sky and the Fantasy Realm.

This was where Roman and Remy found themselves tonight, curled up with cross stitch pillows (Roman’s boasted “do encourage me!” and Remy's proclaimed “i don't need this.”), mugs of hot chocolate, and their preferred mediums. Roman was a writer, jotting down notes in the swirling font of his that often slipped into calligraphy when he felt like being extra fancy. Remy doodled with colored pencils, from childish sketches of animals and flowers, to full-blown landscapes and portraits. They worked well together, Remy bringing Roman’s words to life through comics, which they then turned into dreams.

When it came to the Sides, there was no doubt Roman was the dramatic one; his love for all theatre, and Disney, and exaggerated gestures. It was one of the reasons he got along so well with Remy. They both did the absolute most at every turn, were extroverts in all things, and sought out adventures as often as they could. All of the concerts and clubs and outings downtown led to looped arms, and entwined fingers, and tangled limbs. It was easy to dance without a care for how silly you looked when your partner was just as enthusiastic.

Somewhere down the line, Roman’s feelings for Remy went a bit beyond friendship. So, yeah, sure, romance was one of the prince’s many specialities, and it should’ve been easy to admit how he felt. That was just the thing, though; it couldn’t just be any confession. It had to be through a song, or during a picnic, or while stargazing, or—

There was a tickling sensation on his ankle and Roman startled, pulled from his reverie. Remy seemed unapologetic at being caught redhanded; Roman couldn’t help but snicker at how literal the term was. He was streaking swirling designs against Roman’s skin in red marker. Roman schooled his features and willed his tone to stay even as he chastised, “Remy!”

“You’re the one getting all distracted, sweetie,” Remy responded, glancing up at Roman, and wow, the lights were hitting Remy’s eyes just right, and Roman needed more of that liquid amber in his life right now, so he pasted on a smirk, and snatched the sunglasses off of Remy’s face. He spluttered, dropping the marker, and reaching for his signature eyewear. “Oh, girl, you do not want to get into this with me!”

Roman held his hand high up above his head, leaning away from Remy, and ignoring the heat spreading across his cheeks as Remy crowded into his space. “You’re inside, Rem!” He laughed, holding his forearm up and against Remy’s chest to keep him away, “it’s not even daytime out anymore!” That didn’t deter Remy, however, and he abandoned all care for safety, and launched himself at Roman. They toppled off of the window seat and onto the floor, mugs (thankfully empty) and pillows following suit.

Roman was still laughing, breathlessly now, “hey, we have dreams to make! Stay on track!” He tried not to focus too much on the bags under Remy’s eyes. He hadn’t bothered to cover them with makeup like Virgil did his nor had he tried using creams to to lessen their severity. Roman could recall with perfect clarity the first time he’d seen them; he had threatened to vanquish whatever beast was keeping Remy up so late while resisting the urge to reach closer and smooth the wrinkles out himself. Remy had laughed, a bitter sort of sound, and told Roman it wasn’t quite that simple.

He supposed, now, that it was even less simple. He kind of understood where Logan was coming from when it came to icky feelings.

In his reminiscing, Remy had gained the upper hand, and had one hand wrapped around Roman’s wrist, tugging it closer so that he could take his sunglasses back. “You’re awful absentminded tonight, honey,” Remy said with a tsk, “are you letting me get the drop on you on purpose?” There was a challenge in his voice and Roman was never one to turn down a challenge.

In one swift move, he used Remy’s focus on the shades to his advantage. He yanked his arm back towards himself, throwing Remy’s balance off, and rolled them over, so that Roman hovered over Remy, who now stared up at the prince from the floor. Remy didn’t just blush over anything and so Roman assumed the color in his cheeks had to be from exertion; it wasn’t like Remy would blush at their close proximity, because that would mean he might have possibly liked him more than he let on, and well, don’t get ahead of yourself, Roman.

The thespian gave a cry of victory and leapt up, dashing for the bed. He clambered onto it and thanked past Roman for having the good sense to take his shoes off beforehand. “You’ll have to defeat me to retrieve your treasure!” Roman declared, leaning down and grabbing a pillow. He tossed it to Remy, who had stood and was brushing himself off. The pillow very nearly hit him square in the face but he caught it at the last moment and gave Roman a stare that could’ve shot lasers, “not the face, Roman, you know better.”

Roman shrugged, retrieving a pillow for himself. “I do know better, sorry,” he apologized sincerely, all too familiar with the concept. Remy approached, carefully, weapon at the ready for the moment Roman made a move. He realized too late just where Roman was going with this and was groaning before Roman spoke, “it’s over, Remy! I have the high ground!”

“You absolute dork,” Remy laughed, “you underestimate my power!” It was ridiculous but the way Roman positively lit up at Remy continuing the scene was well worth it. Their battle began when Remy sprung forward, swiping his pillow at Roman’s legs. The royal Side seemed unprepared for such a quick move and while he managed to jump, avoiding the hit, his landing was less than ideal. He crashed down onto the mattress and barely rolled out of the way of Remy’s next attack.

“Give me my sunglasses back!” Remy shouted after Roman as he got to his feet and bolted out of the room. “Never!” Roman yelled over his shoulder, having perched the shades on top of his head at this point to make sure they wouldn’t break. They chased each other through the castle, into various bedrooms, down hallways, up and down the staircases, and onto balconies, until they found themselves at a stalemate in the library.

Both pillows were falling apart, a trail of feathers left in their wake. The sunglasses had slipped down onto Roman’s face and he peered over them at Remy, panting, holding his pillow up as a shield. “Tell me, kind sir, have you had enough?” Remy smirked in return, tossing his pillow aside, and full on tackling Roman around the waist. The prince let out a slightly undignified shriek, his defense absolutely useless, as the pair went tumbling to the ground. It didn’t take long for them to start laughing again, whether one was tickling the other, or they remembered all over again what an absurd turn the night had taken.

If Thomas dreamt that night of Star Wars and lightsaber battles but with pillows, well, he’d certainly had weirder dreams before.

[mayonara]

Hi ! If it isn't too much trouble, can you write anoter hospital fic? With Dick still the newbie nurse and Jay as a patient in a coma whose spirit grows attracted to him and kinda follows him until he wakes up? (idk my mind is weird sometimes >.

This was actually really interesting to read! I’ve actually always wanted to write a weird spirit ficlet so thanks for sending this!

The strangestthings always happens to the ones that don’t pay attention. Or in other words,the ones who tend to have bad luck. Jason was probably one of them. He knew hewasn’t dead, not exactly. Seeing that he was staring down at his body, layinglifeless on a hospital bed and hooked up to tubes that trailed back to themonitors. Where it clearly showed that he was still alive and beating, thoughjust unconscious. His heart rate was steady, but he was still asleep.

The odd thing was,how the fuck was he looking at himself from up above? Up above meaning, he wasfloating around like some spirit and gawking down at himself. Jason huffed abreath and brought his hands to his face, inspecting them. He was mostdefinitely completely there, a bit transparent if he had to describe himself,but he was still very much clothed and himself.

It was eerie. Almostreminded him of those horror or sci-fi movies. Okay, well, he was probably asci-fi movie himself right now. Since he was hit by a car during traffic, nothis fault, and ended up hospitalized.  He was taking a left turn on agreen when a car decided to speed up and hit him right smack on the passengerside, sent his car flying and hitting the light pole. He was aware of himselffor a few seconds, and knew he’d been bleeding, that his body ached and hurt inall places and his head was throbbing in pain. And soon, he passed out. Nextthing he knew, well, he was a fucking spirit of some sort. 

Floating around inthe air like he was part of the air. Though he could move around, he figured itwas actually more fun to stay up above versus on the ground. Sighing softly, heswam down and floated right beside his body, eyes squinting in wonder. He couldsee that his head was wrapped in bandages, face all battered and bruised. Hisbody as well seemed to be in awful shape, leg in a cast and strung up and anarm in a brace as well. Fuck, the asshole had done a number onhim. How long had he been asleep anyways?

Jason wasn’t dumband knew that his body was probably in a coma considering his spirit hadsomehow detached itself as odd as that was. While he hovered about, he let hismind ponder when suddenly an idea lit up in his mind. 

Maybe he could justtry putting himself back in? Maybe that would work?

Worth a tryanyways. Jason attempted to jump right back into his body, but he was blockedout, ran into a wall or more specifically his body as he was knocked away.

“What thehell?!” hecried and rubbed at his head. Who knew spirits could get injured? 

As he was mopingabout, he heard the door click open and immediately ran off to hide himself,only to realize that he probably couldn’t be seen anyways. So he settledhimself back at the top of the ceiling, watching as a male nursed entered theroom. 

Jason hummed aloudto himself as he narrowed his eyes at the nurse, checking him out. His body wasfucking fine, muscular and toned in all the right places. Hecould just tell he worked out seeing how those biceps fit firmly into his shirtsleeves and his chest protruding out just slightly. And not to mention he hadbeautiful dark hair, looked soft and silky. He was sure he was good-looking aswell and as if to answer his speculation, the nurse turned around to faceJason’s body, revealing his face in full view to Jason’s spirit.

As expected, he washandsome with sun-kissed skin and pretty blue eyes, a masculine and finejawline with a beautiful pointed nose. Soft yet sharp features, enough to beconsidered a 'pretty boy.’ Yeah okay, he was definitely apretty boy and Jason was kind of sad that he couldn’t exactly interact withhim. Since he was a damn ghost, er, spirit actually.

“HeyJason,” the nurse spoke and that sent a shiver down his spine. He wassurprised he could feel such emotions, couldn’t help but be attracted to thisnurse of his. How silken his voice sound, fluid and gentle. And then when hesmiled, oh fuck, it was blinding and Jason couldn’t handle itanymore. He flew right towards the male and hovered in front of him, eyesleveling down at his name tag. 

“Dick,huh?“ Jasonmurmured to no one but himself.

Dick said nothing,hadn’t heard him speak and continued his check up on Jason, examining all hisvitals and running a hand through his hair, touching his forehead to check histemperature and all that other boring medical stuff. When he was finished, hehuffed a heavy sigh and placed the clipboard he’d picked up back at the end ofthe bed. "I hope you wake up soon,” he murmured, giving him one lastglance before he left the room, closing the door shut.

Jason decided tofollow him. Besides, it’s not like he had anything else to do.

Honestly hefelt like a bit of a stalker but well, since no one knew that he existed orcould actually see him, he didn’t feel so bad. Jason trailed behind Dick,watched closely as the man greeted everyone that passed by him, all theemployees of the hospital and even the patients. The expression on his face wasalways kind and soft, genuine.

As he turned thecorner, he bumped into a young boy and swiftly moved to catch the kid by thewaist, preventing him from falling on his butt. The kid’s eyes flickered at himand his lips tugged into a wide smirk.

“Grayson,”the boy said in a familiar tone.

“HeyKiddo!” Dick greeted excitedly and wrapped his arms around the kid,pulling him into a tight hug. “Come to visit me?”

The kid scoffed.“No, I came to visit father,” he muttered, but there was a slightpink crawling up his cheeks, and Jason suspected that he was embarrassed.

“Okay. Say hito B for me then.” Dick then gave him one last hair ruffle, which the kidtook with an immense pout, and let him go.

Dick continued onhis way and weaved through a bunch of patient rooms, checking on them and eventaking the time to chat them up a bit. Jason observed him in curiosity and forsome odd reason, found himself a bit smitten with the nurse. He was justso nice? With the way he treated others, always patient andwore a smile on his face. He was respectful and if someone got a bit out ofhand, like typical people were and whirled up a complaint, he handled itcalmly.

Though Jason didsee him retreat to the break room to cool off, huffing a breath and drinkingsome water to calm himself. So at least he had a method of de-stressing.

After he finishedvisiting his round of patients, Dick went to the bathroom and oh–Jasonshould probably stay out. He patiently waited for Dick to do his business andthen followed him back to the break room once again.

“Hey, so I’moff in about 15 minutes,” he spoke to a ginger-haired woman with rimmedglasses as she was typing away on the computer.

“Cool, be sureto sign off. See you later boy wonder,” the woman smiledteasingly and waved at hand at him as he just rolled his eyes in amusement.

Boy wonder eh?Seemed like they knew each other, quite familiar too. Jason wondered abouttheir relationship, but didn’t have time to think any further about it as hewas whisked away by Dick, floating behind him as they headed towards the lockerroom and oh–he maybe shouldn’t be in here.

But he couldn’texactly turn around and just back out of the room when he found Dick undressinghimself. Had his fingers curled around the hem of his scrubs, tugging it up andover his head and then tossed it onto the bench. And Jesus Christ,his back was damn beautiful with those fine curves along his muscles and god,he just wanted to run his fingers, following the lines that adorned his back.

Technically hecould and maybe he might just try it since it’s not like Dick would feel themand it’s not anything bad. Really, he’s just going to touchand then be done.

So he did. Jasondrifted closer towards the man until he was hovering just behind him, eyesstaring straight at his back and felt a lump caught in his throat as heswallowed. Dick was preoccupied with digging around his locker for a shirt andgod damn, the man was messy. His things were all over the place and nothingseemed to be neatly organized. Though that wasn’t a concern of his and returnedto his immediate task.

Hesitantly, Jason’sfingers hovered just mere centimeters away from Dick’s back before he drew upenough courage and pressed against it. Only to find out, well, he couldn’tactually touch or feel it and it just went right through. Figures. Hewas a damn transparent spirit after all. 

Jason sigheddisappointingly and swiped his fingers through Dick once more to pull back tohis side and saw the man shudder.

“It’scold!” he exclaimed and swiftly slipped on a shirt as another shiverrippled through his body.

Oh. Did that havean effect of some sort? Maybe it felt like a wind was blowing by, similar towhat he’d seen in movies. Maybe those movies were slightly real, well at leastsome aspects. Jason was tempted to try again but restrained himself, didn’texactly want to torture the man too badly.

Dick finishedundressing, slipped off his pants and god damn, what kind of nurse was he thathe had such a defined and toned body? His legs were beautiful, lean yet thickin just the right places and okay, that ass. He’d noticed thatass earlier and it was plump and round, but firm and Jason just wanted to copea feel. Not that he could. Violation of Dick’s rights anyhow, but he couldadmire it from afar. Not to mention it was kind of cute that the man worebriefs with tiny little bats on them. 

Dick put on someloose joggers and then zipped up a thick hoodie. He reached for his bag andstuffed his scrubs in there before he grabbed his keys. And then he left theroom. Jason followed him all the way down to the parking lot and watched as heclimbed in the car and drove away. He wanted to follow him home, but well, hesupposed he couldn’t exactly leave his body here so he retreated back to hisroom. Found his body lying there just as he’d seen it in the morning.

Maybe he couldattempt to sleep and hopefully his body would come through from the coma. Hewas looking a little bit scrubby now with some hairs growing on his chin andhis hair looking a bit oily for his taste. Ugh yeah, hopefully he could knockhimself out and come too.

Jason settledhimself on the nearby chair, attempting to lull himself to sleep. If spiritscould sleep.

Okay so spiritscouldn’t sleep and he’d been wide awake for days now, had just been hanging outin his hospital room or exploring other places. At least during the day hecould entertain himself with Dick, and that never got boring. He noticed thatthe man would visit his body once a day and greet him before he checked up onhim.

It was kind ofstrange because there seemed to be a bit of tenderness in his eyes every timehe looked at his comatose body, like he knew him. But Jason was sure he didn’tknow Dick from anywhere and this was the first time he’d seen him.

Well he couldn’tfind out too much from being a spirit since he couldn’t quite ask questions, sohe just passed the time by being Dick’s personal stalker. And the more time hespent around him, the more he grew fond of the nurse. He was just sosweet? Good? Nice? Jason didn’t know but there was justsomething about him that was attractive. Like the way he smiled. The way heseemed to always put his all into his job, and how he’d look forlorn when he’dfound something wrong with his patients. It was endearing.

He kind of wishedhe’d just freaking wake up soon so he could talk to the man. It’d been about aweek since he’d somehow extracted himself from his body. 

Nighttime had felland Jason hovered before his body, eyes squinting and staring at his pale self.Damn, he looked gross. He was kind of tired at this point of being a freespirit. Couldn’t do much besides observe people and things while he spent hisnights restlessly. It was getting eerie and he was kind of freaking out that hemight just stay this way. He needed to get back into his body and soon.

So he tried oncemore to jump back in, but it rejected him, bounced him right out and Jasonhuffed a sigh. 

Come on. 

Maybe if he triedto sleep it off again the next time he’d wake up back in his own body. He hadto at least try.

There was a hand onhis forehead, soft and warm, a little bit rough around the palm, but it feltcomforting and he sighed contently as he relished in whoever’s touch it was. Hefelt the hand leave his skin briefly before fingers trailed gingerly down his cheek,a bit ticklish and he almost let out a giggle.

Who the heck?

Jason drew in abreath and slowly fluttered his eyes open. Immediate brightness struck hisvision and he hissed from the sudden intrusion of light chasing away thedarkness. It was blurry and he couldn’t quite see, had to blink a few times ashis vision slowly focused in. Eyes rolled back and he titled his head slightly,felt the hand that’d been touching him jerk away. Heard someone gasp softlybeside him as he turned to place his attention on them.

It was an angel.

“Oh,” theangel murmured, pretty blue eyes wide in astonishment. “Oh—um,” hesaid again and pinched his brows in concern.

“You’repretty,” Jason whispered, mind a little muddled from his deep and longsleep. He couldn’t really remember much and it was kind of hard piecinginformation together, but the first thing that came to mind was that whoeverwas standing in front of him was pretty and it just rolled off the tip of histongue.

“Uh,”Dick stuttered and flushed. “Thanks?" 

For some oddreason, something was drawing him to the man and he couldn’t but be attracted,felt like he knew him when he really didn’t. This was definitely the first timethey’ve met, but there was just something about him that he kind of liked and itwasn’t just his pretty face.

"We should um—weshould call the doctors,” the nurse, whose name was Dick as Jason had readhis name tag, said. 

“Wait.I,” Jason said and damn his voice was groggy, sounded like he hadn’t spokefor days. “I—Who are you?”

“I’m yournurse, Dick,” he explained and smiled gently. “You were in anaccident and ended up in a coma. It’s been a few weeks now.” And then hesighed gently, eyes a bit glassy as he gazed down at Jason, seemed a bitrelieved at the fact that Jason had woken up. “I’m glad you’re fine.”

Jason blinked,confused at the statement, but there was just something about his expressionthat read a little deeper than a simple nurse taking care of a comatosepatient.

“Do I knowyou?” Jason questioned. Maybe they did know each other and he wasforgetting from his coma times.

Dick chuckled alittle. “No.” Oh, well that’s strange.

“But—”Jason started and Dick hushed him.

“I knowyou, but you don’t know me,” he said and brushed a strand of hair back outof Jason’s eyes, thank god because it was annoying but he couldn’t feel anyenergy in his arms to do it himself. “We um–we met briefly at a coffeeshop. You accidentally took my order and then got me a new one. It was onlybrief, but I just–I don’t know. I remembered you when they brought youin,” Dick explained, nibbled on his lips in anxiousness

“Oh,”Jason said and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to recall that memory. It wasslowly coming to him, and there it was. He did remember doing that,accidentally took someone’s drink, drank it, and then got called out by Dick.Initially thought ‘what a douche’ only to realize he was the real douche. So hetreated him to a coffee and they talked briefly. He was left with theimpression that Dick was handsome, but didn’t think too much of it since he wasin a bit of a hurry. So that was all lost and forgotten.

Until now that Dickhad rejuvenated his memories.

“I kind ofremember now,” Jason said and wow, that smile, so brightand genuine, was memorizing.

“I’mglad,” Dick said gleefully, lips curved in a pretty smile.

Jason hummedsoftly, also glad that he was able to meet Dick again because fucking, he wassmitten for sure.

“I’m going tocall the doctor,” Dick said and reached over his head to push a button onthe headboard of the bed. “In the meantime, let me check yourvitals.”

He could checkwhatever he wanted and Jason wouldn’t mind, but maybe he’ll reserve that tohimself. “Sure.”

“And…”Dick whispered ever so softly, the color on his cheeks deepening a shade.“We can get coffee after you’re discharged. Um, together. Whenyou’re better of course.”

Jason quite likedthe sound of that and smiled. “Sounds good.”

Now he just had to get himself out soon enough to take Dickout on that first date.

[newtscamanderxyou]

It’s Easier Not to Fall in Love in the First Place

@waywardtimemachinejellyfish requested: I know you probably have a lot of requests right now, so feel no pressure to get this one done! Can you do an imagine where the reader is newts good friend, and has a crush on him, but sits back and watches him get close to Tina? And the reader feels insecure and thinks he likes Tina, when Newt actually likes the reader?

A/N: wowza guess who’s bakc after like two weeks. i was on a decently long car trip and got in the mood to write and this request stuck out to me. maybe it’s because im actually quite a jealous person so i just relate a lot to the reader?? idk. also,,, does this remind anyone else of ‘ballet shoeos’ (the movie version not the book) when mr. simpson gets advice from thea on how to ask sylvia out???? i haven’t seen that movie in a while but that was like my childhood. requests are temporarily closed but feedback and messages are always welcome

Warnings: none (i don’t think)

You hurried down the street excitedly, imagining Newt’s expression when he heard the news. He knew you had wanted this promotion for months and you were sure he would be thrilled for you. Also probably a little glad because it meant you would stop talking about it constantly. You barely noticed the cold as you broke into a run as you saw the apartment in the distance.

You were breathless by the time you arrived at the door and you took a moment to slow down and breathe. Once your heart had calmed down and your face returned to a more normal color, you tried the the door.

You spent most evenings talking to your best friend and knew he didn’t bother to lock the door until you left. The living room was empty and you looked around in confusion for Newt. You spotted his case on the sofa and knew he had to be home. He wouldn’t have left without his creatures.

You were about to call out to him when you heard voices coming from his room. You crept towards the closed door and the voices became distinguishable.

“Don’t be stupid, Newt!” A female laughed. Tina. “You’re so likeable!”

“I’m not su-” Newt began to retort but he was cut off.

“You are! What’s not to like?”

You couldn’t hear the conversation anymore. A dull ache had appeared somewhere in your chest and you felt your knees weakening. You hadn’t been foolish enough to think that Newt liked you, but you had been foolish enough to like him. Scratch that. Love him. And know it sounded like he and Tina were a thing. You felt tears prick your eyes and carefully you fled from the room and out of the apartment building in the direction of home.

~

“Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” Queenie asked in concern taking in your pale complexion and the bags under your eyes.

“I’m fine,” you brushed her off. “Just haven’t gotten that much sleep recently.” You tried hard to keep your mind off of Newt, aware that the woman next to you would know if he so much as flashed across your mind. She looked imploringly at you for a better answer but gave up when she knew she wasn’t going to get one.

A cheerful ring announced the opening of the front door and was closely followed by Tina calling, “QUEENIE!”

“I’m being summoned,” Queenie giggled, hopping up and give you a last squeeze on the arm before crossing the living room. Tina poked her head in followed by, you felt your heart miss a beat, Newt. He was flushed from the winter night and his hair had gotten swept up in the wind.

“Y/N!” Tina greeted happily. “If I’d known you were coming…”

“Don’t worry about it!” You put on a smiling facade. “Queenie convinced me to come only an hour ago.”

“I was just on a walk with Newt. It would have been lovely to have you with us.” She replied forlornly.

“I’m sure you still had a wonderful time?” You beckoned her to join you on the couch. Newt followed her into the room and sat in the chair next to the couch. “Tell me about it before I go help Queenie prepare some dinner.”

You tried to focus on the story, but all you could see in your head was the mental image of Newt and Tina laughing and holding hands as they strolled through the darkening park. You imagined Newt pressing himself to Tina for warmth, used to his frequent complains about being cold.

You had never been a terribly jealous person. You remembered when you were at school and all your roommates would complain about some girl or guy that had stolen the ‘future love of their life.’ You had laughed along with them, helping them come up with plots to break up the couple, none of which were ever actually put into action. You had never really felt that. Of course, you’d had crushes. Quite a lot of them, in fact. But you had never really gotten mad when someone else was dating them. You knew realistically that you didn’t have much chance with them so you weren’t that worried about them dating someone else.

It was different with Newt. You had grown close to him. Even though you had told yourself countless times that he didn’t like you, there were those times when you’d catch him staring at you and smiling. And you would blush and look away and, no matter what you did, you couldn’t stop the flicker of hope that lit up inside you. You had someone let yourself believe that there was a chance. How could you have been so stupid?

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Newt’s voice forced you out of your thoughts and you shot up quickly.

“I’m sorry, what?” You apologized, shaking your head to clear it. “I’m just tired.” You responded to the concerned looks on your friends’ faces.

“Queenie was calling you from the kitchen,” Newt explained, still studying you intently.

“I’d better go then.” You stood up hurriedly before you allowed yourself to get lost in those breathtaking eyes of his.

~

“We have to put it up!” Tina’s excited voice drifted in from the kitchen. You looked up from the book you had been reading curiously. You were over at the Goldsteins as they decorated for Christmas; although, you had to admit that you weren’t doing that much helping.

“Are you sure?” Queenie asked uncertainly. “I don’t want it to cause anyone uncomfortable feelings.”

“You can have Jacob over,” Tina bribed, her voice getting higher as it did when she was trying to talk Queenie into something.

“...Okay,” Queenie gave in.

You put the book down and pulled yourself off the sofa. The kitchen was the only room that had gotten decorated so far. Tinsel and lights were strung up all over the small space making it seem even cozier than it already was. You looked for the decoration that the sisters had been discussing.

You found the incriminating plant in the hands of Tina. The mistletoe was clutched in her hands, probably to make sure her sister wouldn’t grab it. You felt your heart drop into your stomach. That had been happening quite often since the conversation between Newt and Tina that oyu had overheard a fortnight ago.

“Where do you think we should put it?” Tina asked holding her the mistletoe up to the top of the doorframe and eyeing it scrutinizingly.

“It looks great there, Tina,” you encouraged. “It’ll be the quite the attraction.” Your throat closed up as you said that. Queenie gave you a queer look and you realized that your emotions must have been pretty glaringly obvious to her. “I’m gonna go back to my book,” you finished lamely desperate to avoid the conversation you were sure Queenie was about to start.

You turned around and shrieked as you nearly ran straight into Newt. You pulled back just in time to keep from actually hitting him. You grabbed onto the doorframe to right yourself.

“I-I’m sorry,” you apologized shakily. “I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s my fault,” Newt interjected. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you. I was wondering if we could talk, though?” His tone was pleading. “Alone, maybe?”

“Say no more!” Queenie trilled, grabbing Tina by the arm and dragging her out of the room.

Newt waited until he was sure they couldn’t hear before beginning.

“These last two weeks, you’ve been a little off.” His tone was light like he was worried about setting you off.

“Just tired,” you answered. It wasn’t even a total lie. You were exhausted. That just wasn’t the only problem.

“There’s something else though,” Newt said insightfully. “Can you tell me what has been bothering you?”

“It’s nothing, really!” You promised, looking around for something to use as a distraction.

“If I tell you what’s been bothering me, will you tell me?” He asked. You were so shocked that something had been troubling him that you didn’t even think when you nodded. “Good.” He nodded encouragingly. “I’ll go first.”

You waited for him to begin but, even though his mouth was open, nothing was coming out of it. You remained that way for a few minutes before he took a deep breath and actually began. “What’s been bothering me is that… I’ve found someone who I like quite a lot.” The sinking feeling had returned. “And I-”

You couldn’t hear him go on and on about his crush on Tina. You had to interrupt. “Tina? How wonderful! I’m almost positive she shares your feelings! Shall I go get her then?”

“Not Tina, Y/N,” Newt sighed. Those words were enough to keep you from leaving.

“Not Tina?” You repeated quietly. “But then who? Maybe…” You cycled through the names of his female friends in your head.

“Oh for god’s sake! It’s you, Y/N! I’m so madly in love with you and I haven’t been brave enough to tell you.” You stood frozen at his words, shock expressed clearly across your face.

You pulled yourself out of your frozen state as you saw the crestfallen look on Newt’s face.

You couldn’t help it. You threw yourself at him. Your hands found his hair, winding themselves into it. Your lips pressed firmly against the soft warmth of his own. He took it in stride. Wrapping his arms around your waist and smashing your body into him. The desperation and tension of the last two weeks coming out in the fierce, intense, passionate moment.

You pulled away breathing heavily, adoring eyes fixed on the beautiful panting creature that was Newt Scamander. “I thought you like Tina.”

“Why’d you think that? She said I was being too obvious.”

“You were spending so much time together..” You trailed off, not wanting to sound creepy.

“She was helping me figure out how to admit my feelings.” Newt blushed at this. You felt your heart flutter in pure happiness. You closed the distance between you again, this kiss softer and more intimate. Newt was the one to pull away this time and you moaned in complaint, trying to move back towards him.

He laughed at your neediness. “I told you what’s been bothering me these past few weeks; it’s your turn.”

“Well, prepare yourself because it’s quite a story.”

[theonlygardener]

I told my counselor yesterday about how angry I am at you sometimes. How angry I am that you just... get away with everything. How angry I am that when I finally stood up for myself and told you to get out and wanted you just gone finally, you refused. Despite that you have the ability, the opportunity, the money, the support. Despite that I’m disabled and literally unable to go anywhere. Angry about the fact that you had the nerve to tell me to leave under those conditions. 

Angry about what you probably tell yourself and others so that you can sleep at night, that you probably leave out the drug use, you probably leave out the fact that you already had one foot into another relationship before even working up the balls to tell me you didn’t want to be with me. That in fact you never worked up the balls, you tried to keep me strung along as far as you could, and you made me make the hard choices you were too willfully weak to make, You probably leave out the fact that you hit me square enough and hard enough to give me a concussion and make me spin around and hit the ground. That you hit me hard enough that my ears were still ringing and I was still getting headaches for a week and a half afterward, if not longer, because it turns out I could have had MS the whole time you were making me feel like shit for being chronically ill, and who knows what damage is where. You probably leave out the fact that it took three people thirty minutes to find my glasses after you hit me. So that you can sleep at night. And so that you feel valid in targeting that new girl you started on before you even gave me a chance to catch my breath and wake the fuck up from the nightmare of loving you. 

I told her how angry it makes me sometimes. That the people who raised you and that you ran to and that now surround you reinforce this worldview. And that the whole time they were abusing you, and me by association whenever I chose to be around them, finally got into your head and convinced you that I was an enemy. Not christian enough. Not straight enough. Not abled enough. Not monoamorous enough. Because now it serves you to believe them, now it gives you the advantage of getting away with all of it. It makes me angry that 6 years of loving you full stop still wasn’t enough to even make you think for like half of a second that maybe turning into your worst influences in life wasn’t good for either of us, but especially you. 

Because when I told her how angry I get sometimes, she pointed out a thing which I often remind myself of - that you’re not gonna live a happy life. And she’s right. You hate yourself so much for your own disability that it stained me. It stained me with blood and near starvation. You have a miserable conservative abusive wanna be white trash family. You have a miserable boring useless capitalistic $14 an hr job that introduced you to drugs. And you’re going to get into miserable relationships where neither you nor your partners can be themselves, targeting them at work like you targeted me, because being forced to be around someone for eight hours is somehow relationship material, and you’ll hate each other for it. Because that’s not who I was and you “couldn’t handle it”. What you can handle, is a pis poor miserable excuse for life. And I told my counselor I know this logically, but I still feel angry sometimes. And she said that was valid. 

I had a dream last night, dreamlike in it’s silliness. But we were in the same home again, idk if we were together though I hope not because that’s not what I want. And we were doing the same activities separately, and I passed by you unexpectedly and you said “wait why don’t you come do that with me? Together?”. And the conversation we had was much like the ones we had shortly before you told me about the girl you’re targeting now, it was much like “well I don’t trust you and it takes time to build that trust”, because, as much as I laugh to keep from crying now, even right up until the end I forced myself to try to trust you by any measure, when you asked. I would literally shake uncontrollably, and cry, and feel like screaming and disappearing and not feeling anything anymore, anytime I got into the car with you. I haven’t felt that since the last time I was severely abused. I don’t even experience that anymore with my mom, my first abuser. You hurt me a lot and I let it keep coming, and I let you convince me to think I just needed to let you in again and again, by degrees, repeatedly. And everytime, you let me down. And in this dream I told you that you just hurt me too much and I didn’t trust you. I let it all go and I said I did everything I possibly could and tried my hardest to be what we needed to keep our relationship, I did everything you didn’t do. And you said “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think I could handle it”.

I woke up. I know the implication. You didn’t think you could handle my being disabled and queer. 

And I felt.... sad but release. Because buddy, it’s not just a matter of me not trusting you, I don’t love you anymore. There’s nothing lost on my end if there’s nothing to be gained. Because there’s no rebuilding of anything. That’s something you lost, lost lost, that is gone forever and there’s no recuperating it at all ever. You don’t get anymore chances. I don’t ever want to know you or be close to you again. You’re disease, no one wants that, when they find out who you really are. You’re the bubonic plague and aids of trauma rolled into one life altering package.  

And the fact that you think you couldn’t handle me, couldn’t handle my disability or queerness. That’s..... sad. Unfortunate and pathetic. And it’s your problem of a misconception. Not mine. Not anymore. Because if you can’t handle the human and honest and fragile sides of me then you can’t handle your own. I mean. That’s no surprise to me, I was with you for 6 years. I’ve seen the fact that you can’t handle yourself with my own eyes. I watched your parents drill into you again and again a lack of awareness and compassion. But you still don’t and probably never will see that how you treated me was such a mirror. The fact that you just think that’s how it is and that you just weren’t capable - like it’s the reason you abused me rather than an excuse, like you just weren’t capable of anything but abuse. Pathetic. 

And it doesn’t deviate from your pattern either, because you loved to blame your autism and trained me to parrot you and blame your autism too. When the fact is that I’m autistic too, so are many of my friends, and I’ve always been apparently more “capable” of the care that your “weren’t”. Even when you told me that the only thing stopping you from approaching your new target was autism (ouch), the first thing I did was tell you that that’s not a good enough reason because if someone turns you down for that then you deserve better anyways. The second thing I did was to realize that you just didn’t love me anymore and were replacing me, and lying about it. Finally, realizing that, still came second to supporting you. And you just are not good enough for me, put simply, to not be as caring as I am. And my friends have been very supportive, and given me the time of day and let me find strength in them the way you did maybe three times throughout 6 years. We’re not that different in disability than you. But we’re very different in how we love. And you’re not. good. enough. for. me. And not because you’re autistic, though I’m sure you love to blame that and probably even straight faced lie and tell people that’s why we’re not together anymore, because not loving you for something like that would be immense self-hate. But, oh, wait, that’s what you do. So you should know that.

You said as much when I finally left, you said you became resentful, hurtful (abusive), and replaced me because I “needed too much” (am disabled). You made that conclusion yourself because you were so intent on being innocent. But your disability excuses your abuse according to you, according to you none of the support I gave you was worth shit. You ended up treating me the way your abusers treated both of us, and that’s who you are and who you’ve always been and probably who you’ll always be. It just took one too many marks against me for you to finally show it openly. Pathetic. 

I’m not christian, not at all, and not enough for you. But I pray for your drug addiction and the self-hate that will make your life the same hell you made mine. I’m just not praying to your god, or possibly a god at all. And only once. Because the rest of my energy from now on is going to me. Just enough to rub salt in the wound of the karma you’re making for yourself, and to continue to be the better person you parade as with your weekly church attendance, but aren’t really.

You’ve never been worthy of my love. You’re not worth my time. I’m starting to think you’re not worth my anger.