#if he was so delirious and out of it that it just didnt register

[llycaons]

I rag on jc a lot but I think ppl should keep in mind he was in a difficult position in the flashback arc. and he's never been a risktaker. sure, he could have given his starving brother and his commune some money during his visit since they're apparently on the same page. he could have offered to take a-yuan, literal toddler, away from near certain death. he could have defended the wens more using his political power. he could have even used to his debt to them to justify why he would defend a bunch of wens. and it's upsetting to see this because there really are fifty-odd elders here who are absolutely innocent and jc is the only one with the political power and any reason to make a real difference in their extermination campaign

but he was a teenager with a lot of unprocessed trauma and emotional issues being actively manipulated by older cultivators, he had an incredibly important responsibility to his dead parents and to his family, and neither he nor wwx were willing or able to talk it out, and I hate to say this but wwx made choices that did not make it easier...at a certain point pushing blame around seems like like exercise in futility. wwx and wen ning at least, would have been targeted by the jins anyway. I don't think jc could have stopped it without destroying his own sect, he wasn't an experienced or powerful or politically savvy enough leader. and I don't think it's fair to reduce his motivation down to personal self-interest or wanting to maintain his political status or his privilege, which is what a lot of haters seem to be doing

so yeah he definitely could have done more, but it's more his postres actions that really piss me off. for one, it's frustrating how he only cares about how he feels and rarely extends any empathy and compassion to anyone else. very self-centered...that's why I like lwj so much more postres, since he actually underwent self-reflection and examined his actions and then changed his behavior and worked to improve his sect. thats why a lot of people like him, including wwx! but I honestly find 1:1 comparisons of them reductive because they're in very different situations. even if that's kind of the point of their characters

jc is like...hes a very well-written and compelling character and I get why people want him to have done better than he did. and there's a lot to be said for jc not having the social and material support structure, and the tools to handle his emotions, that lwj had his entire life. imo it's not productive to blame jc when they're in such different positions, and I think its unfortunate that hardcore haters only focus on the ends and not examine the process with some compassion. lwj did what he could, but he was protected by his sect and elders as jc wasn't. the tradeoff is that he legitimately had very little power in his sect to do anything on a larger scale even though he wanted to. we see how much he was punished for even visiting wwx, not to mention his three YEARS of seclusion after attacking his elders. giving wq money, leaving cultivation meetings he didn't approve of, speaking for the wens right before they turned themselves in, and saving a-yuan...these were small things (except saving a-yuan, actually that was huge), but they mattered. wen ning remembered. and jc could have done some of them had he wanted to

something that impedes the discussion is that I think both the story and the fans are encouraged to think of skill as a moral triumph. wen ning refutes this mindset a little, but of lot of jc criticisms seem to imply that being bad at cultivation means he's then a bad person. it's something that frustrates me about the story, and another reason I love wen ning. I prefer to analyze how characters react to being poor at a certain desired skill, and what commentary on the social structure the text is providing

[don-u-70]

before and after

I guess i should sort of explain the au this f!Don is from, its an idea that while attempting to find a method to amplify mikey's powers/utilize them better don made a machine to assist and this is when they figured out the extent of Mikey's "mystic hands". In this incident there was a large explosion and with the pieces of tech lost, they assumed that Donnie dies there. When in reality he was sent back 2 ish months before the apocalypse. Because of Don's delirious state, he didnt really register where he was. Concussed and unbelieving of his situation, he made hia way to the closest place he recalled, Draxums appartment. I imagine in this timeline Draxum had already died for F!Don's time, and so the delirious state of don left him overly emotional. In his last bit of clarity before passing out, he asked Draxum not to tell anyone about him, to not let anyone know he was here. Then f!don fell into a coma for 3 months and missed the entire apocalypse. When he woke up, he was pleasantly surprised his arrival was still not known and went into hiding as soon as he could, unaware Casey Jr had arrived in the past and prevented this, assuming that this had just been a different universe rather than a different time. Eventually hes found and begrudgingly comes to accept his place in this reality but not without a whole lot of survivors guilt anyways yeah thats mostly my ramble so

[midnightmoonkiss]

Heehee, Panties.

Midoriya Izuku X Reader

Summary: Oh no he forgot he left your panties in his pocket :( Pp hard in the school bathroom? It’s more likely than you’d think.

WARNINGS: Smut!! Masturbation, midoriya izuku is a panty sniffer

Category: Smut

Word Count: 1k (this is kinda a drabble lol)

A/N: forgive me lord

Just To Clarify:

He is 18! A third year.

Y’all have been dating for a bit

This takes place before the school lunch bell

yes, he is alone

Tag List: @coupsieddori @desia2 @brithedemonspawn

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I’m betting Deku has a slight exhibitionist kink.

That paired with the fact that he’s most definitely a perverted panty sniffer?

It was truly was a tragic day the day he forgot he had a pair of your panties in his pocket.

You see, after visiting you in your dorm last night, you gave him a little treat for being such a good boy. Your used panties. Or more of when he took them off your person, you let him pocket them.

It sounds gross, but to an extremely hormonal teenage boy - he hit the jackpot.

Panties in his pocket, he went back to his dorm and got ready for bed.

Thing is, he forgot to do laundry so he had to rewear the pants he wore yesterday. No big deal, not like they were really that dirty.

He completely forgot about the fabric in his pocket when he walked into first period.

He was only reminded of them when he was taking a leak at the urinal and he could see the [f/c] fabric poking out of his pocket.

The events of last night replayed in his head, how you shoved him against your wall, hips grinding into his as your tongue dominated his mouth.

He remembered how you dropped to your knees, remembered how good he felt thrusting inside that dirty mouth of yours.

Before he knew it, he was panting, subconsciously palming his growing erection in the middle of the bathroom as he drooled while staring at them.

He only realized how hard he had gotten when precum smeared onto his rough palm.

Gasping, he whipped his hand away from himself, staring down with hazy confusion as to how this couldve happened so quickly.. and just from looking at your sinful panties.

You truly did have an affect on him.

Gulping, he anxiously listened for footsteps outside of the bathroom. The bell wouldnt be ringing for a while now, and yet he couldnt go back to class. Not yet! Not with this erection he was sporting!

Gah.. even if he did try to hide it, he would be walking weirdly and in agony all day, focused on the feeling of your undies in his pocket. So close to touching his own skin! He wouldnt be able to concentrate.

But yet, if he tried to take care of himself in here, he might be caught..

Suddenly, his body trembled with excitement.

Getting caught red handed?

He should be disgusted with himself at imagining such a thing, but yet his cock twitched in his hand.

A third year who’s at the top of his class and apart of The Big Three getting caught jerking himself off to his girlfriends panties in the boys bathroom? What a scandal. It would spread like rapid fire.

He just wouldnt let himself get caught, but thats not to say the thought didnt make his hips twitch.

Stumbling into a stall, he locked it before sitting down, pants pulled down enough to do what he needed to do.

He had to be quick, taking too long would raise suspicion, but judging from how much he’s turned on right now- he knew he wouldnt last long.

With a shaky break, he spread his legs, wrapping his hand around his dick once again.

His body jerked at the feeling.

Panting, he slid his hand up his shaft, thankful for once that he leaked just enough to work as a very weak lubricant.

He couldnt help but whimper as he pumped his dick, thighs shaking as he pleasured himself.

He dug your panties out of his pocket, holding the cute fabric to his nose and inhaling your sweet scent before shoving them in his mouth as to not let his moans echo around the room.

He swore he could taste you.

What would you say if you saw him like this?

Flushed, sweating, fucking into his hand with nothing but your flimsy underwear to keep him quiet.

You’d probably call him him a dirty boy.

“Hnngh!” His head flung back, moving his hand quicker as his hips followed suit.

He always was such a perv. He couldnt help himself. Even if he was a gentleman, even gentleman can be weak sometimes - especially around pretty people.

Hell, he’d do just about about anything to be near you right now. Your scent was just barely clinging onto the fabric, and it wasnt nearly enough. But his head was still foggy, and the fear of someone coming in was making him drip onto the floor like a faulty faucet.

He hadnt been so horny by himself in a while.

“Hrnn..! Mmmnnh..!” His moans were muffled, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he imagined you right there with him in that bathroom stall.

On your knees, pretty mouth replacing his hands, sucking him for all he was worth.

His grip tightened , other hand previously tugging at his green locks came down to rub circles at his sensitive head.

He could feel it, he was so close!

He wanted to cum! He wanted to..!

Thats all he could think about. The squelching sound hitting his ears didnt even register, he was too far gone.

Suddenly, something snapped. His body froze.

White ropes of cum then spurted from the tip of his dick, and his back arched as he cried loudly into the panties shoved into his mouth. Tears streamed down his flushed, freckled cheeks from how good it felt to finally relieve that tension.

His legs were shaking like a newborn deer, overstimulated.

He fought to calm down, removing the fabric just to catch his breath.

He was on cloud nine, deliriously happy.

Until.. he noticed he came all over the stall door.

Just then his phone rang in his pocket making him squeak.

Fumbling around, he grabbed some toilet paper and wiped his hands before picking up his phone.

It was a text.. from you..

“Whats taking u so long? :( u ok?”

He hurriedly texted back, “yeah! Lost track of time haha..”

True, it was one fast jerk out session, but he still took longer than he usually would when going number 1.

Ugh. Now he had a mess to wipe up.

You had practically drained him dry last night, so there wasnt much to clean up thankfully.

After wiping the door with toiletpaper and a sanitary wipe generously provided by the school, he pulled him pants up and left to wash his hands after stuffing those dirty panties into his pocket again.

He truly was a perv... but..

He breathed out a laugh, staring at his disheveled self in the mirror, this perv has a s/o!

[always-the-cleric]

Cordelia x Reader - Why Would you? Part 3 -THE FINAL ONE-

finally gonna finish this fic, sorry for not doing it sooner, the inspiration just didnt strike me as much, but then I got a request to continue, so I’m gonna :)) also be ready for a really long chapter my dudes

links to the previous parts: 

PART ONE: https://mattie-hawkins.tumblr.com/post/183650829502/cordelia-x-reader-why-would-you-part-1

PART TWO:  https://mattie-hawkins.tumblr.com/post/183921585657/cordelia-x-reader-why-would-you-part-2

You leg burned like hell and your eyes watered as the adrenaline of the moment wore off and the pain properly settled in. Fuck him. Fuck Hank and his little witch hunter buddies. Fuck all of them. And finally, fuck this entire fucking world.

The silver in the cuffs made you unable to do anything about them, and the burn wound from the acid was starting to infect ever so slowly. Of course, they left it out in the open as they laughed at you and taunted you with questions about the academy and about Cordelia.

Cordelia... Would she be missing you by now? Or would she just, you know, forget about you. She had done that for seven years. That’s what it had felt like at least. With these men talking into you whilst you were hurting, whilst you felt scared and naked without any magic to keep you safe. You didn’t even have the simple pleasure of having your cat close to you. You missed all simple comforts and your mind turned dark.

She could live without you for seven years and only looked for you once she needed it. Not because she just wanted to see you again, but because she had needed help. Was that all you were good for? Helping her when she needed it, and after that you went back to being as bad as trash ready to be thrown out.

“Nobody’s coming to save you are they? They’ve all forgotten about the little wicked witch of the woods haven’t they?” Hank said. He had returned to the little prison cell they had locked you in. You didn’t even remember how long he had been gone for. 

It had felt like ages, but also just like a few short minutes. You knew how your mind could wander to dark places, and you hated the fact that they were using this against you. It was working though. You hadn’t even felt this low when your heart was breaking as you watched the love of your life get married to the piece of trash standing in front of you.

Instead of verbally replying to him though, you just spit on his shoes and lookes away from him. Not giving him the satisfaction to see you breaking from the inside. Crumbling to dust.

He let out a growl and reached for something a man had come to hand him. Before you could even be afraid of what he was handed there was a scorching pain on your shoulder and it dripped down your arm. You made a sound that was so inhumane, even you doubted where it came from.

The pain was searing and you were trembling. How long had you been here for? The wound on your leg was infected now. Hank was laughing, so were some other people. You mind was becoming a jumble. You couldn’t really make out much through the pain.

Were you getting delirious? It felt like the room was slowly spinning, it was thankfully empty now though. That, or your equilibrium was severely off-kilter at the moment. Maybe it was from the fever. Your leg was definitely and properly infected now. Somehow you heard familiar voices near. They sounded so near that they must be whispering in your ear, but when you looked around, no one was there.

It felt like an eternity down here. you felt sweat dripping down your neck and your face. Some antibiotics was what you desperately needed, but of course no help was granted. 

Hank came in again. His laughter seemed faint. You squinted your eyes at the figures that entered behind him. They looked like Cordelia and maybe some other witches. But, the voices were laughing at you. Was Cordelia cruel enough to do this? No. She made mistakes and wasn’t perfect, but heartless wasn’t something you could ever describe Cordelia as.

You struggled to keep your eyes open at all. The fever and pain were really getting to you.

They were murmuring something. Was it Hank? Was it someone else? you couldn’t make out the voice anymore. How long had it been now? Weeks? or maybe just a few days and you were really losing it.

You woke up to the sounds of violence. You heard gunshots, you were sure of it. Then you heard a panicked Hank enter your prison cell. You opened your eyes and looked him in the eye. “They’re coming for me, aren’t they? Cordelia choose me over you. And you fucking lost. She’s mine.”

You didn’t know where that confidence suddenly came from. Perhaps because freedom was close enough that you could taste it on your lips. You would finally see your Cordelia again. She was coming for you with a vengeance by the sound of it. 

“But will she still want you when she sees what you’ve become?” He sneered at you and then trows that last bit of acid he had in store for your torture at your eyes and your whole world becomes pain.

The freedom that felt so close had now evaporated and pain had taken its place. Pain and an immense darkness that would be there forever. Your eyes burnt by the acid.

Cordelia broke into the cell to find you screaming in pain, with Hank laughing like a maniac. Madison made quick work of him. The only sound coming from him was his dead body hitting the floor.

Cordelia tried to talk to you, but all you could register was the pain that felt it was still eating away at your face. 

Cordelia, Madison, Zoe, Queenie and Mallory looked at each other in horror at you. You leg and arm swollen with infections, and your face freshly eaten away at by the acid. 

After that it became a blur for you. You felt Cordelia lifting you in her arms, but you missed the worried glances at the amount of weight you had lost. You felt yourself being transported to some other place, but you didn’t notice it was the academy. 

All the girls that had been busy around the academy had frozen at the sight of their Supreme in tears with you, beaten and battered, in her arms. The other witches that had helped in your rescue had taken in upon themselves to calm all the girls and explain the situation, whilst Mallory and Misty followed Cordelia up the stairs and to the master bedroom, Cordelia’s room.

Misty had brought her special mud and slathered it unto the wounds on your leg and arm. Your eyes were more difficult. The spells Mallory and Cordelia were trying weren’t working. There still seemed to be traces of silver inside of you that prevented any magic from helping you.

When you woke up and opened your eyes, the world was still dark. panic flooded your system, as you feared you were still held captive. You wildly felt around you to become familiar with where you were and hit something soft and warm.

Cordelia gasped as she felt your hand hit her thigh as she had been sitting next to you, watching over you.

“You’re up!” She said happily and she carefully went to hold your hand.

“We had feared you might not wake up.” She softly whispered, her voice seemed filled with sorrow and pain. And perhaps a little guilt as well. Guilt because of the fact that she could have prevented this if she had been more careful. 

“Where am I?” You asked tentatively. You still didn’t trust this. It could be possible that the fever was feeding you this as an elaborate fever dream.

“You’re at the academy. You’re safe now, I promise.”

“Just like you promised we’d be best friends and that we’d be there for each other?” You shot back before you could think it through. You were hurt and bitter and you didn’t know if you could trust anyone anymore.

“I know I made mistakes, and I know that it will take a long while before I can ever have your trust again, but we could start here. With you letting me help you through this.” Cordelia sounded defeated. her tone made you frown and even though you couldn’t see you eyes looked in her direction, always searching, but never finding.

It broke Cordelia’s heart to see your once stunning eyes, turned milky white.

“If you were really trying to help me, you would help me see again. You’re the supreme, right? Shouldn’t you have already come up with a fix for this?” You know you sounded petty and hurt. It was just, you were hurting. You didn’t feel at home here anymore. Cordelia didn’t feel like home right now.

“We are trying our bests. I know it all sounds like a lot of empty promises, but we are going to fix this. For now, I hope this helps a little at least.” She said and then you felt to warm familiar touch of Pandora against you. Her ugly little paws pressing down on your stomach as she settled herself there.

A small smile tugged at your lips. At least now you had something that reminded you of home. She still smelled like all the spices of your little cabin. Your hands trembled as you held her close to you.

It took a total of six whole weeks before they figured out you still had traces of silver in you which had halted you from healing. When Cordelia had gotten rid of it, the wounds on your leg and arm had healed amazingly well with the help of Misty’s mud. 

You and Cordelia had discussed a lot in those weeks. She had told you about the terror she had felt for the two weeks that she couldn’t find you. You had told her about the torture. About your own doubts that had flared up and the taunts of those men that didnt help.

She still didn’t have your complete trust, but she was slowly but surely winning it back.

Another four weeks passed when Cordelia enthusiastically burst into the room you two had now been sharing, since you still weren’t very mobile. 

“I’ve got it!” She almost yelled and sat down next to you as she grabbed your hand. A move that was now familiar again to the both of you. 

Pandora looked a bit annoyed at the disturbance of being jostled awake when she was calmly sleeping on your stomach, but she soon settled back onto your stomach again. 

“Got what, Delia?” You asked softly, scared of the answer. Was she going to give you false hope or was she actually going to deliver on her promise to finally make this all all right?

instead of an answer, she smeared something the smelt awful on your face, ad confidently said a spell. She repeated it multiple times, all the while ignoring the questions you were asking her.

After a little while of chanting, she wiped the stuff away with a wet cloth and told you to open your eyes. You held them tightly shut and shook your head. What if you couldn’t see and your hopes would just be crushed?

Then you felt Cordelia softly caress your cheek with her thumb.

“Please, trust me. This will work. Just open those beautiful eyes for me.” She whispered in your ear, and she pressed a soft kiss just under it. It sent shivers down your spine, and ever so carefully you opened your eyes.

It took a few blinks to adjust to the sudden stream of light and colours, but when you realised you could see the massive smile Cordelia had on her face, you finally, after all those weeks, properly smiled back at her.

“It worked. It actually worked!” You cried out. You were so overcome with happiness and you pulled Cordelia in for a celebratory kiss before you knew what you were doing.

Before you could pull away out of embarrassment however, she held you close and kissed you back.

“I told you, you can trust me. I will always have your back.” She said breathlessly when she broke the kiss. 

“I trust you.”

[captain-noir]

shotgunned the expanse s4 and im delirious with fever and insomnia and might make a more coherent post but

spoilers under the cut

marco inaros!!!  phew....he looked exactly like i imagined him. beautiful, charming, lithe and seductive. i’d let him clap my cheeks no cap

F I L I P!!! i really screamed so loud. he is  B E A U T I F U L and misguided and  B E A U T I F U L and a killer and  B E A U T I F U L and daddy’s perfect little toy soldier.

like....naomi and marco made that....the most photogenic family in the solar system

that ending....what a perfect set up for nemesis games - it also leaves me perplexed re: the slight changes they made. how does the timeline fit and filip’s actions... can i have s5 now please. i need the inaros-nagata space opera family drama NOW.

this is the second time camina has one of naomi’s boyfriend locked up. i am also pleasantly surprised at the fact that both drummer and ashford knew of naomi’s past...it sheds further light on their relationship and just how much naomi trusts camina.

camina being super protective of naomi - wanting marco’s head on a spike for what he put her through. (this also means drummer is taking over Pa’s role in NG) ...which is a choice. 

the artifacts were  cool too  i guess. 

ashford rip my G. i was afraid that marco would outmaneuver him but he had him dead to rights. the only thing he didnt factor in was filip.

can you tell were my priorities lie?

i love up messed up broken families. i love it more when their love is mixed up with bitterness and hatred. 

we’re a family of monsters. father, mother and child. chills

also, its so obvious - i dont know why it didnt register when i was reading it - that naomi so clearly has a type. she falls for the pretty, idealistic charmers, which makes her earlier disdain for holden understandable. 

marco and holden are two sides of the same coin. 

or a study in contrast if you will.

oh i cant wait for dom and keon to play off of each other.

thank god they eliminated the elvi crushes on holden subplot.

im glad i didnt have to go an entire season without bobby and chrisjen and even though their respective storylines were just a set up for their NG trajectories, i appreciate that it gave us a deeper understanding of mars and earth.

that arjun recast.....i like him but i miss old arjun

look my fave is naomi and i hate what marco put her thru....having said that, and knowing my trash taste......i’d still climb him like a tree, genocide and all.

i never claimed to be anything other than me.

the ending of ep 4 when holden beat the shit out of murtry for going after naomi....very sexc of him.

amos refusing to call murtry by his name was brilliant

so was holden rescuing alex’s beanie from near death

AND PEACHES CAMEO

i love how they are setting up all the stories for next season aaaahhhh

filip. my favourite space boy murderer. yall can have crylo rin. im going to love filip nagata inaros with my ENTIRE SOUL

can we get dawes back now. i know jared is big and busy....but think of the audience jared.

 naomi meeting all of holden’s 8 parents lol and his dad’s sad attempt at belter patois. you know what, we better get a scene of them meeting in s5 after [redacted] happens.

alex and naomi being a team - l love their relationship so much

that holden and amos scene....made me cry

and next season....my crew are going to BE SEPARATED and i dont  know if i can handle it. like, all of them off on their own, missing each other something fierce, worrying about each other. S A V I N G E A C H O T H E R . come on s5.....BEST SEASON/BOOK

i cannot wait for alex and bobby to do their thing and [redacted]. imagine the spectacle with these new money eyyyy

i have so much more stuff rattling around in me head but at least i exorcised this much.

[stagekiller]

‘  💔  ’ did you see it coming, bet you tots didnt -crimescupid

Meme

{ not accepting 3/3 D: - but I’ll defs reblog it again at some point bc I love it }

19. a kiss in tears

                                       “ Oh my god Jerome. ”

   Warmth lingers on his skin as a peculiar buzz pierces his eardrum - that might just be the ECHO of his thundering heartbeat. Maybe it’s his heaving shoulders, the bones popping with each deep breath - ah, he can’t remember sucking air like that before; then again, when has he ever felt so ALIVE ? Every memory prior to this moment is now colored in dull greys. Lungs struggle to catch up to a racing pulse, the veins on his neck pulsating vividly, despite the night’s veil engulfing them both.

   Streetlight illuminates one part of his face, casting intense shadow past his browbone & granting one eye a sheer green hue; it compliments pale skin and paints his blood-stained figure in an eerie light; a ghoul blocking the blonde’s path, hunched shoulders and gaze glistening with MADNESS. His entire body rises and falls with each breath, rabid wolf with crimson foam bubbling around chapped lips. Air crackles with a soft grunt in exhalation; the inhuman stare might be fixed on alabaster complexion, yet it is unclear whether the ginger is capable of registering the image; it takes a glimpse to know his fragmented mind is elsewhere.

   Yet, Harley’s shocked gasp nudges him out of his trance; if only for a moment. Silence reigns, the only noise coming from their racing breaths and a cricket in the distance, scurrying about a quiet circus camp. Haly’s sleeps, but the BEAST has just awakened.

    It had been a running joke between them, up to this point; the blue-eyed acrobat never skipped a chance to poke fun at her comrade’s eccentric persona. They both got in trouble often, Jerome displaying more & more hints of something truly sinister lurking in the depths of his soul; perhaps Harley had identified with that, or maybe was drawn to the darkness. He had a notorious predisposition for violence. But, as in all romances around their age, one expects such things to fade with time; a boisterous young man at the prime of youth can be justifiably violent, after all. And Jerome’s natural charm & flamboyance made up for whatever traces of cruelty slipped through at times, painting the picture of a naughty teen that acted out against his horrible family life.

   Perhaps he had been that person, once. And perhaps the truth had flashed a card several times, but never revealed his full hand; not until tonight.

                                           “ Oh my god. ” 

Safe distance is maintained, a wise choice on her part, though one could argue that it was surprise that kept her feet grounded rather than fear. Chin drips crimson on the soil as the ginger drags his feet a step closer. The Amusement mile Ferris wheel stands tall & dark behind them - they got stuck together up there once, but that seems so long ago now. Circus tents are orderly set up by Gotham’s cold waters, hidden in its shadow. Flies are swarming the hilltop in the distance.

 “ What have you done? ”

 Words may have never left the tip of her lips, albeit perhaps in the form of a whimper. Reality is hard to grasp, even for the likes of Harley. But there is no doubt that the question is purely rhetorical; Jerome’s expression alone confesses to his CRIME. Another stumble forward, light-headed as he is it’s hard to keep his balance. Instincts may have been warning the blonde to run, to call for help or at least try to save herself a bloodbath; but Harley stays - perhaps the sight of him drenched in red like a lion after its hunt holds something enthralling.

   Face slowly starts to lift, revealing pale eyes & pinhead sized pupils that LOCK on her features like the red dot of a sniper. And then; some unearthly deep, raspy noise rises up his chest. Wheeze follows the vibration, his aura radiating true evil as another step forward is taken, slowly closing the distance between them. Throaty giggles gargle up his hoarse throat; shoulders shake with the atrocious LAUGHTER -

     Though, upon closer inspection, the crooked curl of his lips tightropes the line between pained frown and devious grin; his brows quirk in an ambiguous manner and wet sclera pours warm, salty liquid down his bloodstained cheeks - it blends into red and shines in the light as it trails the length of his face. He is just as likely to be mourning in sorrow as he is to be crying with laughter.

    Giggles fade to a whisper as he approaches, irritated eyes fixed on her frail form - she looks so fragile compared to him now, lamb to his wolf. Or perhaps he feels BIGGER than he’s ever had; and yet just as shattered at the same time. This conflict is as delightful as its painful; tragedy & comedy blend in a delirious laughing fit and Jerome doesn’t KNOW what he’s feeling, or even if he wants it to stop. His mind just allows it to happen, relishing in the aftermath of an adrenaline high - is he really a psychopath? Or is he as HUMAN as one can be ?

    Head leans in as his gaze traverses across her features. Harley bravely stands her ground - perhaps on a deeper level she understands, even. Jerome wouldn’t know; he doesn’t even know why he called her out there in the first place ( help ? he needs to cover this up. he needs to hide her. ) , his voice calm & benign on the phone, as if they’d be going on some mischievous endeavor. Her rosy lips mumble something that’s lost in time and the tension of this moment. He can hear himself whimpering uncontrollably, sobbing in between chuckles, writhing on his feet as it gets harder & harder to draw a proper breath; hyperventilating. Maybe it spoke to Harley’s darkness or the pain in his eyes touched some well-buried empathy left in her system, but the more she stays, the more Jerome leans closer.

  Soft fingertips trace a sharp jawline. It’s his cue to forcefully dump the bloodstained axe beside their feet and grab her face, smearing red on her cheeks. Hands shoot up to hover over his wrists, a tiny pant escaping her mouth - maybe her heart skipped a beat. Words need not be said, not as he towers over her frame with malice & wicked adoration showing through his EXPLOSIVE blend of emotion - ah, it really is overwhelming ! Fingernails clogged with dirt & dried blood curl into tender skin, squeezing her face in his grip as he forcefully pulls her closer.

   It is then that their lips seal an omerta; metallic & salty blend of taste stains their mouths and a small whimper escapes him amidst the kiss.

[its-musical-dinosaur]

1/2 First off deff agree EJ was underutilized in 2A. Wished we'd seen more of his story esp his rela w/ his dad then. The "so young" comment is s/t my cousins who could be like only a month older than me have said s/t similar to me in the past. Its just a dramatic comment. Lol He doesn't literally mean it but siblings/cousins do do that all the time. The 2.09 scene is actually so relatable to me, tho Id say EJ was childlike not childish. When I was a senior in HS I would try to enjoy

2/2 what little time I had left in HS in fun ways. It was just EJ being a kid again and enjoying Spring Break. Being in my mid20s now that scene made me love him more cuz hes just having fun. W/ the miscomm deff agree he shoulda talked to Gina BUT you have to keep in mind he was thinking w/ his insecurities due to his past rela w/ Nini and getting rejected again. Gina also didnt talk to EJ in the hallway b/c of her insecurities w/ the past w/ Ricky. I think S3 will be better than S2 too! 🙏🏽"

Ok yeah the young comment was probably a joke, but with all the other weird comments that came along with portwell ("your my sister, he's my cousin.." "I'm glad she has a big brother figure in her life...") it's clear the writers made portwell seem real weird.

I get letting him have his fun, it just made me feel weird, never could figure out why though.

To be completely honest, 2x10 was pretty boring & I stayed up to watch it so I was delirious. I wasn't even really registering that whole conversation in the basement, but I guess that could be reason he didn't talk to Gina.

[the-static-and-i]

An Unwarranted Fever

((I'm pretty sure I'm running a fever, so have some unedited, stream of consciousness sick!fic))

Sam sat at her desk watching one of her favorite videos as her head slowly lolled back. She started to feel uncomfortably warm, so she reached over with a shaky arm to flick off the over-heating desk light. Between the now lessened light and the receding heat, she felt okay enough to continue watching the hour long video, giggling tiredly at every half-baked joke the four men on screen gave.

Soon she was just giggling at every word they spoke though, sliding down her chair until she was curled up on the ground, sobbing instead of laughing. It was too warm, too loud, too bright, too much.

The door opened seconds before she was rolled onto her back, looking up into Sofia's blue eyes. Sam gave her a loopy tearful smile, her eyes sliding closed. She heard Sofia saying something, like she was listening through cotton, before she passed out.

She woke up in her bed, a cool cloth on her forehead and another on her tummy beneath her shirt. She couldnt remember if she had been wearing these clothes or if someone changed, her but when she saw a worried Jackie and Nic next to her, she decided she didnt care. They both started talking, glancing at each other so they would take turns. Sam sluggishly realized she couldnt understand what they were saying, only hearing the loud noises that made her flinch. At her confused expression and lack of response, they shared another glance.

Jackie sat on the edge of her bed and brushed her hair back, feeling her forehead and quickly recoiling. She frowned as he leaned his head back to tell Nic something, and lifted her own arm up to her forehead. She more draped her arm across her entire face, but could feel how warm she was regardless.

Nic interlaced his fingers with hers, pulled her arm away from her face. She looked up at him with a small smile, her eyes sliding shut once again. She barely felt him kiss her forehead, but when she opened her eyes he was just pulling away, so she got the gist. Her other hand came up to their entwined ones, cuddling his hand close before letting go so he can take his hand back. He doesnt, but Jackie's comes up to join them. She closes her eyes again, holding both of their hands to her as tight as she can -- which, albeit, wasnt that tight -- until she falls back asleep.

She wakes up to Ren muttering to herself deliriously. She fronts enough to ask what was going on, but Ren doesnt have enough coherency to answer properly. Sam catches the phrases "egotistical bitchass" and "quite despicable", before Ren falls quiet again.

Sam flops her left arm over her body, lazily stroking her right arm and mumbling, "'t wasnt you, Ren'en."

She yawns her eyelids drooping again. She lazily blinked them open when the bedroom door opened, seeing Eli and Kat standing there. She waved her hand a little in greeting, but when she blinked they were gone.

She wasnt sure if she passed out once again or if she had zoned out, but when she blinked her eyes open, Ceph was above her with a cold washcloth. She smiled dreamily at him, patting his arm as he held the cloth to her forehead. When he stepped away, Sam saw Eli behind him with a bowl.

Hands gripped her shoulders, and she sluggishly looked to her other side to see Nic there, carefully lifting her into a sitting position. Jackie propped up a few pillows, and then Eli was sitting in front of her with a spoonful of soup near her face. She opened her mouth, the motion making her ears pop so she could finally hear.

"We should probably take her temperature again soon, after she eats."

"Oh, did Henrik message back?"

"Yeah, he said we should keep a cloth on the back of her neck too. Ceph, you have another one on you? Or want me to go get one?"

There was the faint sound of a pen on paper, and then the rustling of pages.

The soup was warm, but didnt taste like anything. She drank the broth and then chewed whatever food was in the spoonful, but she couldnt place it.

"'lsie, what was that?" Her voice was hoarse, but she didnt cough.

"Chicken noodle soup! Mom made it, you want more?" Sam just nodded, lifting her still-shaking hand to grab the spoon herself. Eli didnt let go though, so the both of them maneuvered together to get the spoon from the bowl to her mouth, until finally she let her hand fall away. Jackie and Nic kept talking, but she zoned out when she registered they werent talking to her. Ceph returned to the room, standing next to her and gently moving her hair so he could place the cloth directly on her neck.

The bowl wasnt nearly empty by the time Sam asked Eli to stop, her head lolling back onto the pillows. Jackie said something about moving them so she could lay down, but Sam was out before he could move.