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booksandberries · 13 hours ago
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wait wait wait i should type out thoughts before i see other thoughts maybe
so hrkg chapter 31 initial reactions these are gonna be EMOTIONAL i'll think logically and reasonably LATER
i've said it already but LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LET'S GO I'M SO HAPPY WITH THIS
I didn't think Too deeply about What Will Happen in Chapter 31 because I am the type who's content to sit and wait and expend my energy on other nonsense, but Hirano Hitting Kagiura was definitely a possibility in my mind. Firstly, because, uh, yeah, Hirano is violent lmao. wdym people are always talking about Kagiura being toxic when Hirano is physically smacking him around all the time?? Mr Guys Just Have to Duke it Out Sometimes vs Mr I'm Not Gonna Do That, That's Scary???? and secondly, I've had a theory tucked away in my heart, but I'll get to that later.
!!!!!!!! HIRANO MY BELOVED
As much as this chapter was hyped up and it was possible we were gonna get the Getting Together, I... think I would have been disappointed if Hirano just sort of leaned into the kiss. At the very least, I would expect him to pull away (suddenly, violently). He's literally been processing how he Doesn't want to kiss even though he aligns with Kagiura on Wanting to Be Together
And I mean I have the advantage over many other fans ironically because I'm so new. This isn't a couple I've been waiting to get together for years and years, it's only been a few months for me, closer to Hirano's timeline since being confessed to lmao.
But also, more importantly than Hirano hitting Kagiura, even though it's Less Dramatic: Hirano IMMEDIATELY moved towards Kagiura, checking if he's okay. Hirano's expression after being kissed is INCREDIBLE, but so is his face when he says "...I hurt you." Hirano is a man who lashes out quickly, reacts physically, and oftentimes it's fine--Hirano thinks that that level of rough-housing is NORMAL for boys, so ofc it's fine that he hits people when they aren't following the rules or when he's having a fight with Kagiura--and Kagiura is the person he fights with the most exactly because he's so important and close to him. Usually the violence has been in the form of Hirano getting Closer to Kagiura who's pulling away. But this is the one time Kagiura pushed past the bounadaries (that Kagiura HIMSELF set).
In fairness to him, he's for sure got kissing on the brain since Hirano brought it up earlier. He answered correctly, assuring Hirano that that's not ALL he wants from him, and he's very observant of Hirano--as we see when they talk about touching Hirano's lower back!--but he still doesn't have a lot to GO ON to figure out what Hirano is thinking 'cause Hirano sucks at putting things into words when he actually manages to confront them in his head and heart in the first place.
Hirano immediately making sure Kagiura is okay, moving towards him (like always)--it so, so quickly eases Kagiura. Because ofc getting hit scared Kagiura, #normalreaction, but you can see him shifting--and it's a rough shift, but he does it. He knows he messed up pushing too far, but ALSO Hirano is upset. Not about the kiss, but about hitting him. And that doesn't quite compute. Okay, focus on Hirano Didn't Like That, that's a whole big thing of hurt to deal with
I love the two different ways they sit. Hirano just sort of collapses to the floor, but Kagiura is doing seiza. He is presented, seated, ready to talk. He's not running away, he's not freaking out--he's hurt, both physically and emotionally, but Hirano isn't running away from this either, and he COULD. Also, he needs to apologize because Kagiura broke his own rules, and so he does.
So the gears in Kagiura's head are whirring down a familiar path--he pushed too hard, Hirano didn't like it, he needs to apologize in order to regain some ground, some hope.
The gears in Hirano's head, meanwhile, are whirring down UNfamiliar paths. Somewhat. He's still tracing over everything they've done and talked about so far, figuring out where they line up, LOOKING for where their feelings are aligned.
Because he wants this. Hirano wants Kagiura. It doesn't look like the kind of want, the kind of "like" that Kagiura feels, but Hirano does WANT him. And he doesn't want to hurt him. Can he be with Kagiura without hurting him when they differ on stuff like kissing? Hirano knew that was going to be a sticking point (if not so soon), but he also has Ichinose's advice in this head--literally he quoted it last chapter "It's the best feeling in the world finding out someone returns your feelings." Hirano KNOWS that Kagiura WANTS TO HEAR HIS ANSWER. Wants to hear that even if it's not 100%, Hirano DOES return his feelings in some capacity. Hirano knows that he makes Kagiura happy and he acts with that knowledge. He's not someone who's going to second-guess Kagiura's feelings for him all the time, Hirano doesn't have that kind of anxiety or crippling self-esteem issues. He trusts in Kagiura's feelings for him. They almost anchor him.
(Meanwhile, Kagiura is constantly UNMOORED by Hirano responding to his feelings, every time he reaches out to Kagiura.)
WHERE WAS I
Hirano doesn't want to kiss Kagiura. But he DOES want to touch him, and thinking that reminds Hirano (SEE THE SPARKLES IN THE PANEL) that... there's still hope here. But first he's gotta deal with the fact that he hurt Kagiura. That's easy, that's reasonable, and also they're getting interrupted by Harusono-sensei's favorite little guy Hanzawa.
HEY SO EVERYBODY REMEMBERS IN SASAKI TO MIYANO CHAPTER 30 WHEN HANZAWA TALKED ABOUT SAME SEX COUPLES RIGHT
ABOUT WALKING IN ON FIGHTS? WITH HIRANO RIGHT THERE?
Now I know I'm not the only one that's theorized Hanzawa's older brother has been in a relationship that involved physical violence at some point. We don't know if it was outright abuse or simply a fight that got physical JUST LIKE THIS.
I still think that's true, bUT bonus. Hanzawa has had Suspicions about what's going on with Hirano and Kagiura for ages now. And with Hirano and Kagiura walking out with injuries, Hanzawa knows they had a physical fight just now if not what it was about. And ofc this is happening way before Hanzawa has that conversation with Miyano.
The fact that the next Sasaki to Miyano chapter is Clearly going to feature Hanzawa makes he think maybe he won't get over whatever his trauma is in the course of Hirano to Kagiura--but maybe he'll get a start. Or maybe he'll just have more stuff to stress about that he won't talk to anyone about until it all culminates in whatever happens next in Sasaki to Miyano.
But for now, Hirano and Kagiura are still negotiating their relationship. Hirano has made his feelings clear--they may not be "like" like Kagiura feels, but he wants to touch him, loves seeing him laugh, wants to see him giving his all from up close, and wants to be with him.
I can't wait to get my hands on the digital copy when it releases so I can check over the Japanese, but damn. Look at Hirano's face when he says "I do."
It's not clearcut. It's not fluffy. But it's so damn romantic in the way that these two are. Hirano, facing Kagiura head-on. His eys are clear. He's throwing himself into this just like he does with his studies, which is why COME ON KAGIURA HOW CAN I MAKE UP WITH YOU
And now we have actual two-way negotiations happening!! It's not just Kagiura trying to figure out where to push when he's SO SCARED of pushing Hirano--Hirano can TELL HIM. I don't like kissing. I don't like my lower back touched. But we CAN hug. I want to hug you. Enough to use up tomorrow's ten seconds, too.
On their knees--neither towering over the other, neither on a pedestal--equals.
Hirano can't respond to Kagiura's desire to kiss, but Kagiura's desire to kiss makes him want to touch him they're INSANE AND I LOVE THEIR STUPID KNEELING ON THE FLOOR HUG. THAT'S SO REAL. LOOK AT THE WAY HIRANO BURIES HIMSELF IN KAGIURA'S SHOULDER LOOK AT THE FLUFFY BUBBLE EFFECT YOU KNOWWWWW
And Kagiura finally getting to hug him back when Hirano really wants it.
and gd hanzawa still left with no answers, stewing in Whatever the hell is going on with him
take a leaf out of their book, hanzawa. talk to people
COHERENCY IS FOR LATER HAPPY CHAPTER 31 I LOVED IT
HIRANO TAIGA MY BEAUTIFUL AROACESPEC SON WHO THROWS HANDS WITHOUT THINKING. YOUR HONOR HE DID DO THAT AND I LOVE HIM.
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fluer-the-fairy · 2 months ago
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𝕶𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖘
Chapter 1 Batfam x Card-Captor!reader
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"Y/N!!!!"
You're falling. Falling down from a height that could kill you with nothing to break your fall. The air hitting your face is suffocating, Too much for you little lungs to handle
But if only it was that. And not the fact that there was massive outer worldly bird trying to Impale you to death
'Pause'
Now how on earth did you of all people get here?
Y/n  L/n or Y/n Wayne depends on who you're asking.
A Fourth grader at Gotham elementary. 
Nothing special really. Yet here you are, with tiny yellow mascot yelling instructions at you while you playa around trying to figure out how to use the powers you had been gifted.
Let's rewind shall we? Recap on this came to be in the first place?
How about we go back.... 
to this morning!
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"Damn It I'm late again!?" The young girls voice echo's as she dashes her way down the stairs. Speeding through the kitchen putting just about anything she finds into her mouth
"Young miss please eat slowly, You still have plenty time to get to school"  Alfred please, stopping you from eating a fork with nothing on it.
You stand unwavering, downing another slice of bread as quickly as your throat would let you "There no time I have to leave before that-" 
"Seems that the monster has awakened" Damian stands near the door, looking frustrated. You swear the more he furrows his brows like that the older he's going to look. Like an old greasy man.
You would say it to his face. But You would want him to beat you like he did on your first meeting.
The reason you go an hour early to school.
Not because you're in a million clubs you're in nor because your a class lead.
Because of him. Damian Wayne
The only one who gave you attention. Attention you don't need.
You're Half Brother. 
Don't call him that though. He'll have his stupid feelings hurt about being compared to a 'bastard'.
Every encounter with him is nothing short from exhausting.
You should've guessed that when he threatened your life the first time you met him. And yet poor naïve you, chased after them for their attention like a dog.
Thank god that's changed
Otherwise this your story would truly be obnoxious.
But leave it, he is just a minor obstacle in you're day. 
You quickly grab you're book bag before turning to leave. Of course not before stepping on Damian's foot. Rushing to the door putting on your roller skates  and skating out the door before the spawn of Satan can catch up to you.
Now, It's commonly know that Gotham isn't the safest. 
Being an unarmed civilian walking down the streets is enough to draw threats.
Now an unarmed young school girl, criminal's would have a field day!
But not with you apparently? You don't know why...
You've only been jumped once going down these streets and that time you had stabbed the assholes with the ends of your Rollerblades. Let's be honest you did more than that 
But surely, that alone is not enough scare away every fool who thinks of robbing you. Surely not!
Hahahahahaha... Of course not....
 Once in a while there's always an idiot whose ego defeats their logic. A dumbass who doesn't know how to be cautious. A dimwit who can't listen to other's warning.
"Drop you bag, a-a-and take off your skates while your at it-!"
Poor guy, seems like it's his first day robbing someone. Picked the wrong kid though...
You skate closer "My bag?"
"Y-yes..." he stutter's...
You smile, wide. That'll be the last thing he'll see before having the day lights knocked out of him.
.
...
....
Let's not talk about what happened back there okay? 
You totally did not kick that man head first into a dumpster. But hey its not even close to the worst you've done. You made 
sure he didn't bleed, oh how nice of you!
 Let's leave it at that.
Sliding your way through the school gate you finally get inside the entrance hall. A bit early...That's rare. Maybe it's going to rain today.
You take off your skates and place them in your locker. 
While we wait for you to finally get to class let's have a debrief shall we?
What on god green earth made you think it was a good idea to skate your way to school?
Well it's not like you had a choice! Sure your father is a multimillionaire-billionaire what ever-! And you probably could go to school with the rest of your siblings....in the car...with no danger.
Or! You could not interact with Damian what so ever and find your own way to school.
To you the second option sounds better.
"Oh! Good morning Y/n!" Chiharu beams. Rika, Naoko, and Tomoyo turn to you.
"I'm not late...am I?" 
"Nope You're early actually!" Tomoyo says as she walks 
towards you and hugs you tight.
"Good...I was so sure I was going to be late" You pat your chest. The adrenaline settling down.
The rest of the day went through a blur, Math, Science, Home Eco and finally cheer practice. Before you know it your one your way home. You used to go home with Alfred in the car, since your school time ends early. But ever since that roach  Damian joined your school you decided to take the long way home.
Toya and Yukito would usually walk you home. Tomoyo too when she doesn't have classes which is most days but not today. You'll just have to walk your self home...
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It's quiet... a little too quiet. It's past 10 pm. Your sure that the family's out on their night business. Not that they know you know, but doesn't take a genius to guess. 
Especially since you live with them. 
But it's eerily quiet... So quiet that the sound of the wind makes you jump.
Slowly making your way out of your room into the long empty hallway. I doesn't help that the wing your room is in is barely maintained, making it even more creepy.
After what felt like an eternity of walking you stop. Infront of the library door.... Why were you here? 
A thud comes from inside. Followed by rustles. Did someon3 break in?? No dumbass there no way this house even a bit unprotected. Surely it's Alfred inside. I shouldn't bother him...
No...I can't leave without calming my nerves, there's no way I can sleep tonight with this much adrenaline
You slowly creak the door open. Peeking through the door before walking in. The rustling stopped but you could still hear this sound.
Following the sound lead you to the book. A red book with gold accents and a lion with angel wings on the front?
The clow...  was written on the top.
You really shouldn't be holding something like this... Yet something compelled you to open it.
You were only able to open the first few pages, the rest being glued with the center being cut out. Inside were a set of cards.
Pulling one out, Windy was the cards name. With a beautiful fairy as its image. Was this some kind of Rpg card game thing...? It looks fun...
"Windy..." You read out loud. You shouldn't have...
A magic circle forms underneath you as a gust of wind swirls around you. The cards fly out of the book following the wind before flying out in all directions.
What.
The.
■■■■-!?
Oh No No no no no no no no-! This bad- This is SO bad. You're ■■■■ your so ■■■■!
Your family life is shitty as it is. Now you've lost something from the library, Not to mention that it looked important. oh you dumb ■■■■ what were you thinking even stepping foot into this room-
Yawn  "How long have I been asleep for~" a yellow creature floats in front of you.
You stare at it as it stretches is plush arms and rub its dot eyes.
"Oh heya human didn't see yo- ah-" it yelped as you grabbed its body with your fist, shaking it vigorously like a toy.
"What the hell? A toy?? Where are the batteries at?" You say as you turn it around looking for the battery compartment.
"What the- I am not a toy you brat!" It replies finally freeing itself from your grab. 
" 'Ahem' I am Keroberos!"
"Kero.. You mean Cerberus? Like The three headed hellhound?"
"DO NOT COMPARE ME TO THAT BEHEMOTH OF A CREATURE!!!!"
...
"I am Keroberos the guardian of the Clow cards and clow reeds dutiful right hand!" He boast's
"Clow cards...? Oh like the cards in this book..." You look down at the book you were once holding now on the floor open with the contents missing. Then your gaze wonders to the card you were holding ... Windy...
Wait.
How did that even happen???  Were these cards magic? The moment you read its name out loud it glowed...
"Wait- Are the cards in the book...Magic?"
"Bingo! Those cards are one the strongest artifacts created by  one of the strongest magicians In~The~World!" He looks down at the book of clow, noticing the empty center.
"So where are they?" 
"Where is...what..?"
"The cards!" He asks joyfully
"They flew out..." You say meekly. 
"They want now" :D
. . .
"WHAT!?"
"I am sorry okay I kept hearing this sound from the book and I opened it and took out the Windy card and then I read the name out loud by accident I swear and then the HUGE gust of wind came out and made all the cards fly through the walls some how I'm so so sorry!"
"YOU LOST THE CARDS!?" Now Keroberos was panicking, He lost clows cards! His other half is going to kill him!
And not to me tonight now he has a child who know about their existence! What on earth is he going to do?????????
"...technically its also your fault."
. . .
"Excuse me."
"You were the guardian of the cards, the said cards that are now missing. And you were asleep when it happened, so one would argue that it was due to your negligence that the cards were released by my poor 10 year old incapable hands...."
This little-
"You have one big mouth now, don't you?" That's it he's going to loose his shit.
"Whose mouth are you calling big" Seems like your about to aswell.
But unfortunately before a brawl could commence A ear bleeding roar reached both your ears. Looking out from the closest window you could find.
A giant bird flying through the city, trying to wriggle its way past buildings only to crash into them.
"That's a clow card!" Keroberos exclaims. He flies down to the book of clow and rummage through it. He throws a charm at you which you catch with ease.
He'll just have to choose you as a candidate.. Not like he'd ever actually choose you. Then Yue won't know this was all an accident! And then he won't get his ass beat! Genius!
"Whats this" Of course he still needs to remember your just a clueless child, Unknowing of all the magic you two's little fuck up just released.
He'll have to properly explain everything to you later...But for now...
"The sealing staff, The artifact clow made in case the cards get released one day." 
"Since your the one who released the cards your going to seal them."
"What seriously!? Why me? Im way too under qualified for this-"
"I'll explain the specifics later! Just summon the staff!"
♡♡♡
"Key which hides the powers of the dark,
Reveal your true form before me.
I, [Y/N] [L/N], command you under our contract.
Release!"
♡♡♡
The charm enlarges into a staff. It almost resembles a cane. You grab onto it unsure of how you even managed to activate it.
"Some how the words just popped into my head..."
"Yeahhhh it does that.... well then let move. Come one we have a bird to catch"
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That all leads us full circle. A 10 year old falling through the sky while a giant bird, the size of two air ship's tries to peck at them.
You're lucky there's an outbreak happening in the city below you other wise people would not be blind to the catastrophe happening in the sky.
"Kid! Snap out of it!!" Kero yells at you. Right you should probably focus on yourself right now.
"W-what do i do?" You manage to mutter out.
"Windy! Cast Windy!" The staff manifests under one hand as you reach for your pocket with your other.
"Windy!" You're throw the card and strike it with your staff. A magic circle appearing underneath you. The figure entrapped within the card floating out and assisting you. 
"Y/N!" Kero yells "Gosh I got it! I got it!" You fall onto the back of the bird and eventually stand up, raising the staff over your head. 
"Reclaim the guise you were meant to inhabit! Clow card!"
You strike with your staff, a card forming at the tip. A bright light envelops the birds body. The silhouette disfiguring and being absorbed into the card.
You grab the card before it flies away.
Fly
So that's what it's called. Fly.
"This isnt the time to be spacing out brat!" Oh yeah. Now that the birds gone you're not really standing on anything...
"CAST FLY CAST FLY CAST FLY CAST FLY CAST FLY CAST FLY CAST FLY-" 
"fly." Wings sprout from the tip of the staff. They start flapping as you sit on it, flying to safety. 
"Oh thank god-!" Kero exclaims.
You raise a brow. Why was he scared he could fly???
"Your surprisingly scared for someone who can fly"
"You're surprisingly calm for someone who was falling to their death! You could've died! Do you have no sense of survival!!!"
'Sigh' "No biggie now. Just fly back to your house, let's talk there..."
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You replaced the charm of one of your necklaces with the charm Keroberos gave you. Putting it on while The yellow shit stares at the unopened pudding on the desk with a monstrous intensity.
"Cant believe you believe you bought 12 packs of premium pudding...just like that..." Seriously he's so dramatic, you could've sworn you saw a tear right then.
"You even bought a mini fridge..." He turns to the [f/c] mini fridge placed next the desk, its polished surface shining for all to see.
"I did it ... I struck gold...I'm so glad I picked a rich girl to be the Clow card candidate..." He mutters as he hugged the pudding, the condensed water droplets on the packages making his cheeks wet.
"Enough of that" You drag away the pudding opening it up for him and handing him a little plastic spoon that almost as tall as him. Almost.
"Alrighty then! Long ago, In a distant land-"
"Keroberos!"
"Fine fine. The clow cards are magical artifact created by clow reed, My master. I am the guardian of the seal and Therefore I am the one who chooses the candidates who get to be the new master of the clow cards!" He chuggs a spoonful of pudding. So fast you can actually see the lump going down to his stomach.
"And dear Y/n I choose you as a candidate. You don't have much of a choice considering that this all started cause of you....and also me."
"Lucky me...." You sigh. Of all 8 billion people on this world, you were the one person chosen to be in this shoujo manga.
Your shoulders slump as you hide your face in your hands.
The reality of everything finally dawning on you. What if someone saw you? Sure with the chaos going on below people were probably too busy to realize what was happening above them.
Still anyone could've seen it, Anyone could've seen you. to be fair the bird was pretty ■■■■-ing loud but If someone didn't see you or even a person. They can still figure out it you with I don't know video footage from the camera's-
Calm down Y/n if your really going to catch these cards then... your going to have to more careful than this.
"Cheer up chump! Atleast you have me now! And um I don't really know how the book ended up in your family's library but if there cam looking for me....?" Kero asked, plopped down next to the now empty pudding container.
"Don't worry the last place they'll check is if it's with me." You replied, Not looking up for your hands
"Hahaha Great...Great..." Keroberos replied, unable to keep the cheery atmosphere. 
Forgetting all the assumption he made about you in the library. You really are a sweet girl.
 But what bothered him was how no one questioned you were gone.
While trying to catch fly. He saw all the chaos happening on the ground, So after buying his pudding he made a million excuses for you to use once you got home, but no one was concerned.
He knows they saw you. He saw saw them see you. He saw them. But no one batted an eye. 
From your explanation. He understands this happens often in Gotham but....
He doesn't get why the looked at you like you were part of the wall
"Hey kiddo, While on the topic about your family..." He nervously ask's unsure of how to approach the subject.
"What is it.."
"Are you like..not close with them? Well I mean in a dangerous city as this one. I thought someone would be concerned that a kid as young as you were out all by your self..."
"Its a long story..." You try to brush off the subject.
( °꒳° ) 
"I have time" He smiles flying closer to you.
"And I don't. I have school tomorrow and I really need sleep." You get up from your chair. Keroberos following you. Begging you even as you get comfortable in your bed. 
"Oh come on. Y/n... Y/n!!!! Please. Please. Please. Tell me your family lore PLEASE"
 He plops on your stomach. No he will not falter. He may need sleep but he will stay up all night begging if he has to! 
You did eventually tell him everything that happened.
Considering that stayed up all night asking you to tell him. 
You had no choice! 
Needless to say your family now has beef with a century old sentient magical creature who takes the form of a plushie. 
And funny thing is they don't even know about it.
"I swear to you, when I catch those demon brats hands I'm gonna" Keroberos puffs out his cheek, throwing punches at the air
"Your not gonna do a thing..." You mumble sleepily
'scoff'  "Don't worry Y/n. You don't need them. I'll be your dad. 
I'll be the dad that stepped up." He says face full of determination.
You smile. Maybe this whole Card-captor thing is worth a try 
"Whatever. Good night Kero"
And with that you close your eye's
...
Kero pauses but the smiles at the nickname.
He curls up near you on the bed.
Maybe you weren't a bad choice.
"Goodnight. N/n."
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The next day went as usual. Wake up, Scream that your late, stomp on Damian's foot. Rushing out in your roller-skates and reach school. Only this time there was a yellow plushie poking it's head out of your school bag, yapping the day off...
For something so tiny he sure does have a lot to say. 
You reach the school gates, and slide inside. Taking off your skates and placing them in your locker.
"Listen, you shouldn't talk now okay? If a teacher see's you they'll confiscate you. And if a kid sees you they'll probably 
steal you away."
"Considering how annoying you are, I could only hope someone steal me away"
"Not everyone has the resources to get you premium pudding"
You make your way to your home room class just mer seconds before your teacher comes in. 
Not late. Great....
"Y/N" tomoyo walks up to your desk camera in hand.
"Tomoyo! Hi~" You smile.
"Did you see happened last night?" She places her camera on the desk, the screen facing you.
"The outbreak? Yeah I kinda saw a few explosion's, nothing out of the ordinary though..." 
"I'm not talking about that, That happens everyday. Did you see the gaint bird in the sky yesterday?"
"G-gaint bird!? Wha- Hahahahhaha must've been too far away for me to see it." You laugh nervously. It's fine compared to a giant bird you were miniscule, no-one probably saw you struggling against that thing.
"Really?" Tomoyo ask's.... Almost... questioningly? Like she already knew everything that happened.
There's no way! Tomoyo wouldn't have seen you, I mean she probably saw the bird sure but even if she did see a person there no way she would have known it was you-
She turns on a camera. Moving through a bunch of videos before landing on one and playing it. She places it in front of you again.
The video shows... a moon?
"W-wow I didn't know it was a full moon yesterday hahaha" god you need to stop laughing it's only making you look more suspicious. She zooms into the moon, and you could see a tiny silhouette flying on what looks like a broom? But that could be anyone!
She zooms in again, and there it is. Your face. Clear as day.
Tomoyo smiles. Patiently waiting for an answer as your nervous laughter dies down. 
You've been caught
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witherby · 5 months ago
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Wait I kinda wanna see mousy’s blow up 🤭
You can absolutely see the blow up 😏
The Littlest Wayne: Boiling Point
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Masterlist is Here!
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You can't remember what started the argument. An errant comment, some joke in poor taste, an accusatory question — it could have been anything. All you know is that you said something you felt was important, Damian ignored it, Tim dismissed it, and Dick acted like you hadn't said it to begin with, and now you're livid and don't want to finish your dinner.
"May I be excused," you say to Alfred, already pushing your chair back from the table before he can respond. Your grandfather gives you a concerned look, but nods.
"Shall I bring something up to you later, young master?" He asks. You don't know if you'll have any appetite by then, but you agree anyway to spare his feelings.
"Where are you going?" Bruce asks, frowning as you stand to leave. "I haven't seen you in a week, honey. Even if you're not hungry, can you sit a while?"
"Whose fault is that," you snap. The room gets real quiet after that, a mixture of surprise and incredulity painting your father's face.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not making you go anywhere, dad," you scowl, "if you missed me then you'd find the time to see me."
"Hold on. I don't think that's very fair," Hal speaks up, reaching for your hand. You pull it away from him. "Mouse —"
"It's fine," you say, "the needs of the many outweigh the needs of one. I'm well aware. It's fine. We'll spend time together some other day. Go stop a robbery or rescue some damsels or something."
"What's with the 'tude, Flitty?" Dick pipes up, standing to block the door. "Pump the brakes for a sec. Talk to us."
"Talk to you? What, so when you inevitably forget this conversation happened you can pretend we never had it to begin with?" You sneer at your brother, looking him up and down. "No thanks. I'm not interested in being gaslit today."
"Gaslit?" Dick balks, looking like you struck him. "I've never —"
"Let them go, Dick," Tim says, twirling a bite of pasta around his fork. "It's just hormones. They'll go back to normal by tomorrow."
"Oh, of course it's just hormones," you scoff, whirling around to point a finger at Tim. "If it's got a logical explanation it's not worth dwelling on. Isn't that right? I can't be upset because I'm just going through puberty! There's no way it's acceptable for me to be upset over anything! My feelings don't matter, so they should be swept under the rug, just like your parents did to you!"
Tim drops his fork in surprise. A bit of pasta sauce hits Damian's check, and he grabs his napkin with an irritated grumble.
"This is such nonsense," the boy mutters.
"Everything that doesn't interest you personally is nonsense," you hiss at your youngest brother. "God forbid someone try to share their love for a hobby that's outside of what you find enjoyable. If the Blood Son doesn't give it his seal of approval, it's not worth the effort! Honestly, I should feel grateful you've blessed us with your presence at all! Surely your inferior siblings are barely worth your invaluable time!"
Your heart's racing. All the little, irritating things about your family that's been piling up inside you are spilling out. Your anger turns the internal hurt into external jabs and low blows, the darkest part of you wanting them to feel just a fraction of your pain at how flippantly they treat you sometimes.
"Sorry, did that upset you, Dami? Aww, it's okay! Like Tim says, it's just an emotional response brought on by some underlying factor! It won't last so it's not worth devoting your time to! And if you're like Dicky, you can just wave it away and say it never happened, no matter what you show him to prove it did! Maybe if you hadn't had the time to make it to dinner and spent weeks or months rushing off to do something more important at the start, you wouldn't have to sit through this conversation at all! Hope that helps!"
A hand comes down on your shoulder, silencing your rant. You whip around to find Jason staring down at you with a heartbroken frown. He looks so genuinely upset that any remaining anger dissipates immediately.
"Mousey," he whispers, "stop. Take a breath."
He looks so blurry. You blink a couple times and realize your panting and crying. No one will look you directly in the eyes except for Alfred, who's visibly tired. There's pity in his eyes.
It stings. God. Everything stings. Your face flushes with color as you realize what you've said and done. You want the earth to open up and swallow you.
It doesn't have to be the earth.
Before anyone can protest, your shadow wraps around your ankles and drags you down, then dissipates.
"Mouse, don't —" Jason kneels on the floor, just a hair too slow. "Fuck."
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angelltheninth · 5 months ago
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When Arcane Men Get Jealous
Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Finn, Marcus, Loris, Steb x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, jealousy, possessive behavior, being protective, kissing in public, biting, holding hands, public display of affection, canon typical violence, suggestive
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A/N: Would die if they were jealous over me. Melt into a puddle. Gone.
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When Viktor gets jealous he gets a bit more withdrawn than he usually is. Not that he was ever a social butterfly, however he was always more open and happy to talk when it was with you. So his behavior is odd, he even seems to get quieter whenever you walk into the room. Like he's trying to remove himself from you with silence.
"I am not avoiding you. Look, there has been a lot to do for the past week, I'm sorry if you got a bad impression but I was simply busy. If you want more company, go ask Jayce, or Skye, I'm sure they will be more than happy to entertain you, darling."
Viktor is short with his answers, saying as little as possible to minimize the amount of time he spends talking to you. Not because he doesn't want to talk to you, he loves talking to you, but if he keeps talking there's a chance he might say something he's going to regret. And end up hurting you.
"There you go again with these ridiculous accusations. You won't leave it alone will you? So now it's my fault that your project is running late? I would have been happy to help but someone was too busy talking with... you know what, nevermind. You're right, we both have a lot to do, so let's just drop this conversation and focus on work."
If you keep getting in the way of his work, Viktor will eventually come to a breaking point. Him not being able to work is only adding to his emotions, and he's never been the best at dealing with them. While he doesn't exactly yell at you, it's very rare that he ever raises his voice there's a notable frustration in his words, and pain, fear that you'd leave.
"If I'm being so unreasonable then leave. Go. Have fun. I know it's not idea to be cooped up in the lab all the time. There are so many more things to do out there. if you... want to go with other people I suppose I can't stop you, nor can I stop my own jealousy. How am I being even more unreasonable? I know you wouldn't leave me without talking about it. Look... I do not... want you to leave, working is more fun with you. But am I truly all that you want? Me? This lab? Because you're all I want. All that I can think of."
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When Jayce gets jealous he keeps invading your personal space when you're around the person or people he's jealous of. His behavior is nothing innapropriate or pushy. It's just his arm around your waist, just him bringing you that drink you wanted, just him bragging about you a bit too loud and saying how much he loves you.
"You really are great, babe. How in Runterra did I ever find a beauty like you huh? What's that bashfulness for now, I always praise you, and I'm never gonna stop. You're my girl right? I can be a proud boyfriend and talk you up every once in a while."
Physical affection a big deal to Jayce and a way he shows he cares but also a giveaway to his jealousy. He holds your hand longer, his eyes flicker between you and the one he's jealous off, his smile is a bit more nervous when he has to leave you alone. Then there are his kisses, not as gentle, not a little, quick peck on the edge of your lips but a real kiss, lips pressed against yours until you let him know you need air.
"Got a bit carried away there. Ah, sorry, I can't resist you sometimes. All the time. Do you expect me to when you wear lipstick like that? Makes your lips look like they're made to be kissed. By me specifically. I'd kiss you all night long, for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it."
Jayce keeps denying that he's jealous when you bring it up in a teasing way. Logically there's no reason to get jealous, everyone knows your relationship is doing great, in fact you're hardly ever fighting and even when you are it doesn't last too long. How does he turn that part of his brain off? How can he not get jealous when all those people look at you the way he looks at you?
"They're always looking at you. How can you not notice? It's so obvious. You don't notice because... you're only looking at me? That doesn't even make sense! Of course they're looking, you're breathtaking everywhere you go. I just hope that wherever you go, you'll always take me with you, because I want to be by your side forever."
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Ekko often jokes about being jealous so you don't pick up on him actually being jealous. A little jealousy is fine but not when it's getting in the way of his missions and operations with his team. He'd been a bit distracted in the past, by one of the Firelights flying too close to you, so he pushed his way between you two.
"It was the formation! Which you would have remembered if you weren't too busy chatting. Come on, Firefly, get your head in this. Otherwise you're gonna make your leader jealous. Wouldn't want that right? What if... what if you get demoted for it? Hey! Ow! I wouldn't demote you, who would listen to all my plans?"
When you have free time together Ekko makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible. If you're together all the time there's less chance that someone else will swoop in and flirt with you. He would never describe his behavior as being clingy, all he wants is to spend free time with his girlfriend. That is perfectly normal behavior.
"What do you say we go out to get some food? We don't have to spend all our time here. Not like the tree is gonna burn down if we're away for a couple of hours right? Besides it's been a while since it was just you and me all alone. Miss being alone with you. Don't you miss it too?"
If the person he's jealous of ever puts you in danger in any way Ekko will go off on them. Harder than he scolded others in the past. He might let some of his jealousy show then, but he storms off, well flies off before you can talk to him. As much as he wants to be alone he also makes room for you on his hoverboard when you float down next to him.
"Shouldn't have went off on them like that. I know, you don't gotta say it, I'll say I'm sorry. Let cool off a bit. You'd think that if they were flirting with you that much they could have been looking out a bit better. I'm always looking out for you. Maybe a bit too much. Sorry if I've been weird about it lately. Would you forgive me if I took you on a romantic hoverboard ride?"
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No one wants to piss off a big man like Vander by flirting with his wife. Everyone values their life and their bones too much. But... they stare at you. Quite openly actually. You see it, and you bet he sees it too. He sees everything that's happening at his bar and he won't stand for someone ogling his wife, even if he has to get aggressive about it.
"It's my damn bar, I've got the right to break the table with their heads when they're looking at ya like that. Tell ya what, a lot more people would avoid this place if I started beating up every asshole that looks at ya wrong. Only reason I don't is cause I don't want ya to be mad at me after."
He hasn't banned anyone from his bar in a very long time. Vander knows he tolerates a lot, this is Zaun, and some people don't have the best manners, that's not exactly their fault. But on the other hand if they start something with him then he will finish it. When he tells them to stop looking at you like you like you were one of Babette's workers and they get in his face he will pick them up and throw them out.
"Bastards had it coming. I tried to be nice, then they had to go and call ya names. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone insult my wife. Not here, not on the streets, not anywhere. I went there and I wanted to talk to them, tell them to fuck the hell off, they were the ones who started getting violent. So I responded in kind."
Vander calls you over to the bar a bit more often if he sees a particular table is trying to monopolize you. He carries some of the drinks over, the food plates too, or he simply walks up behind you when one of the guys is getting flirty. Seeing his imposing, huge frame behind you, his muscles bulging, is enough to get most to back off you.
"See, darlin', I can talk things out just fine. When people are being smart about it that is. Might have to stop selling so much booze in this place, then they won't be so bold with ya. Ya are a pretty sight, I can't say otherwise. But ya are a pretty sight for me, not them, ain't that right? Mhm. I know, I'm all yer's too."
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Silco never ever says he's jealous of anyone. He is the most powerful man in all of Zaun, everyone is scared of him and with good reason. As the Eye of Zaun he knows when people are looking, talking too, and might even try to touch you. Those people are often payed a not so nice visit by his men.
"I did hear about that gang, yes. It's very unfortunate that they don't know how to keep their noses where they don't belong. It's not that big of a loss on our end. There are a hundred people who can do their work, and better. All that matters is that they won't even have to think about not touching you again."
He rarely has to get his own hands dirty when he gets jealous. All it takes is him saying who the target or targets are and he makes them dissapear from Zaun. That doesn't always have to be deadly, but if they're really dumb it is. If Silco feels that you're in some kind of danger then he will keep you close by. He tries to distract you from seeing he's jealous.
"All I'm saying is that we could take a break from work. Sevika and Jinx can handle a week of it. And you and me can lock ourselves up in our home and not come out. The bedroom works perfectly fine too, if you'd rather spend our time in there. And what is it that I'm doing, darling? Jealous? You are an observant one. I wouldn't want you any other way."
The only time Silco will threaten someone in person is if that someone is bold enough to flirt with you in front of them. He can scare people within an inch of their life just by talking to them, he's not just a good businessman, and some people tend to forget that. He has Zaun in the palm of his hand, and everyone in it.
"He did not actually piss himself. Did he actually. Hm, I wasn't look at him anymore to be honest. He was spineless, surprising given he talked to you like he did. Guess he was thinking with his other head a bit too much for his own good. Why are you looking at me that way? Ah, I see. Looks like someone enjoyed watching me put a scumbag into his place a bit too much."
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Since Finn isn't someone who would take anything lying down he will be damned before he sees someone coming onto his woman and not do anything about it. He might have a certain charm about him but that doesn't mean he's not ready to makes heads roll the moment when someone crosses any kind of line with you. Imaginary or otherwise.
"Hah, did you see that doll? As soon as I threw one punch he went down. All his buddies ran like rats. Left him all alone there. After all that tough talk and he couldn't even defend himself. Serves him right. He's lucky all I did was break his nose when he flirted with you. I wasn't even that far away."
Finn will make out with you in front of who ever he is jealous of just to prove a point to them. And while he has you moaning, has your head buried against his neck and your body running hot he will look at the other person and stick his tongue out at them, right before making a V with his fingers and putting his tongue between them. He's vulgar but it gets the point across very well.
"All these people looking at what's mine. Now, I can't have that right? I love that you're showing off your body, it's a great body, you know how much I love it. But sometimes I want to keep you away from prying eyes. And if I can't the least I can do is give them a show. Make them know I'm the only one who can touch you."
His jacket is a signature part of his outfit, but Finn will let you wear it. Hell, he will walk over and drape it over your shoulders while not even looking at whoever you're talking to. Sometimes they're not worth looking at when he can look at the pretty way you blush as you touch his hand that's lingering on your shoulder.
"Thought you looked a bit cold there. Keep this on all night. Later on I'll help you warm up my way, a much more fun way. Don't even worry about your perfume getting all into this, love having your scent all over me. And by tomorrow you're gonna be wearing all of my marks."
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There are a lot of people in the Enforcers who tease Marcus about having such a pretty wife. He knows you're pretty, but he doesn't like that the department is noticing it so much as well. Not that there's any way for him to hide it, or that he wants you to hide it, that would be a real crime.
"I was not pouting. That is so childish. I was glaring at them. Well, they were the ones who stared first. You visit me at work, like that's such a big deal. We're married, honey, I pick you up from work too. Why is it such a big deal here? I think they're just trying to get a rise out of me."
Won't deny that he's feeling jealous or shy away from showing it. When Marcus notices any of his men flirting with you he makes them work extra hard that day, he gives them more paperwork, something that everyone hates there, or assigns them to the toughest jobs that he knows will take them days to complete. He can't help but chuckle when you visit again and they're too tired to flirt with you, they just say hello.
"What do you mean I'm picking on them? Of course not. You know how hard it is to deal with all these extra cases. Someone has to take on a few more. No, the fact that it's the same Enforcers who gave you flowers that one time has nothing to do with it. You think it does? And do you have evidence of this accusation?"
Marcus isn't shy about kissing you in front of the whole department. If that's what it takes to send them all a clear message to back off. It's always perfectly chaste kisses, but he does make sure that everyone hears him say he loves you when you leave. He smirks when eyes turn to him and he wishes them all a good rest of their day.
"Now you call me petty. All of these accusations and you still don't have any evidence. That's not a very good way to have a case. You've been keeping count have you? Oh. You... actually have been keeping count? I'm guilty? Fine, you got me, you got me. Maybe... that was a little petty of me, but I'm not sorry."
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Every time Loris is jealous it's almost impossible for him to hide that fact. He's a big guy, nothing about him is easy to his, not even his emotions. And he's loud, so every time he huffs, mumbles something, or grunts you hear it. Your eyes meet and he looks away, his hand grasping yours and running his thumb over the back of your hand.
'They were staring at you a bit too much for my liking, pretty girl. If they were as tough as they pretend they were they should have held their ground more. Proves they were all bark and no bite. People like that really get on my nerves, and then they talk to my girl like she's single."
Loris invites you to have lunch with him quite often, even more often when he gets jealous of someone who works with him. Dealing with them in any other way would be unprofessional of him, and might get him in trouble. This way he gets to avoid that, avoid them, and spend a nice lunch date with you. No matter how you look at it he's the real winner here.
"Looks so good. But if you keep looking at me like that I might get hungry for something else besides the food. Just try shifting the blame on me when you know exactly how you're looking at me right now. I wouldn't risk it at work, but... if you showed up with a few hickeys on your neck it might get the rest of the department to stop flirting with you."
As much as he tries to make his jealousy go away it's not easy. Loris knows he should be an example for others, after all he had been an Enforcer for a long time, he can't just let his emotions get the better of him. Hard to keep those emotions down when they concern you. If nothing else works he will intimidate people. Easy enough for him. But he would rather that be a last resort.
"If he wasn't ready to throw fists and words at me then he shouldn't have thrown flirty words at you. He should be able to back himself up if he's gonna be saying stuff like that. All I did was pick him up and throw him outside. Hey, I might get in a bit of trouble for it, but at least he'll leave you alone from now on. I'd risk my badge for you if I have to, you know that."
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Since he is the quiet type Steb shows his emotions and jealousy is one that he works hard to surpress. Every time he notices that someone is standing a little too close to you he walks over and looks at you, lovingly, then he looks at the other person with a glare, a deadly one. All the while he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you.
"Come now, angelfish, they weren't even worth your time. We both know they only had one thing in mind when they were talking to you. I could see it in their eyes. I don't appreciate that they looked at you like that. And I know you don't either. So I felt like I had to step in."
He is very physical with his jealousy. Steb lets his eyes and touches linger a few moments longer when he wants to make a point to someone. While he knows you don't hate it he also doesn't want to come off as too jealous or too possessive over you. You can take care of yourself and he loves that about you, he's watched you put people in their place often, but there are times where he can't hold himself back.
"I could feel your fingers interlocking with mine. You wanted me to stand close to you when they weren't leaving you alone. Would you have raised your voice if I hadn't walked over? It would be amusing to see it. But I think those kisses we shared also sent an equally powerful message. You didn't have to bit me though."
Steb nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when he's feeling really, really jealous of someone. He makes it look less possessive than it is, pretending like he's overhearing something you have to say, and then pushing himself just a little bit closer. His cold lips make contact with your neck, sending shivers down your body before he brushes your lips with his thumb and leaves with a smirk.
"That ought to be enough. I could have done more but marking you in public might have been a step too far. We can enjoy things like that in private however. I enjoy being close to you in any context, and if it makes others realize you're not looking for anyone because you've already got a man then I enjoy it even more."
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laser-tripwires · 4 months ago
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i am occasionally reminded that parker knows how to shoot/handle a gun competently in redemption s1e3 and it's like, eliot, mr. "i dont like guns", why are you teaching people this.
(i am aware parker has a handgun in s1e1 but i dont think the skills are transferable to shotguns and its never really established if she can actually hit anything and also i doubt archie would train her in it bc its not a gentleman thief skill and by the same logic i doubt parker would teach herself bc its not particularly thief-y)
anon, this ask was like an early christmas present for me. i love when people are "wrong" in interesting ways, or if not wrong then... take a different view to what i do. so, parker and guns. i can't believe i've never made a post about this.
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(heads up, i've stolen vast swathes of this post from conversations i've had with both @ghostlyarchaeologist and @aardvaark. words are all mine but ideas are mutually borne, so thank you both for being sounding boards at various points in the past. everyone go follow heather and adrian cos they're better at this than i am.)
right, let's talk about the pilot, becuase parker can absolutely hit things with that. both eliot and nate know immediately that hardison isn't a real danger, but the second nate hears the safety beng turned off there he whirls around and matches her threat; that's what you do when you know someone's not making pointless bluffs.
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also, boiling this back to it's utter basics, what's the main skillset you use in order to handle a pistol competently? hand-eye coordination. which is something we know for sure parker has in spades; she's a master pickpocket and she learns fast.
we need to remember, also, that parker's initial sense of morality is completely fucked. or... not morality, exactly, but sense of what does and doesn't count as wrong, what does or doesn't count as harm? because there's that scene in homecoming, right, where everyone's protesting the concept of eliot having to do the thing they hired him for, and parker weighs in with "i never hurt anyone." except... like, the FIRST thing we know about parker is that she blew up a house as a child. it's canonical that the parents survived, but parker also spent six months in juvie and has broken out of prison multiple times and lived on the street for god knows how long and stork job shows she can fight pretty well pre-leverage, too. i'll come back to all this in a minute.
her being a crack shot with a gun is... not really incongrous with who she was pre-leverage. archie describes her when he found her as "a danger to herself and to others" and like YEAH no i buy that. i buy that completely.
next up, what about things that aren't pistols? well.
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that's a fucking sniper rifle.
that's a fucking sniper rifle.
that is, and i cannot stress this enough, a fucking sniper rifle.
so yeah, i'd say that those skills are transferrable. she can take out an armed gunman and tie him up with duct tape, without causing a scuffle, and re-aim the gun. with enough consistency that nate knows for sure she'll manage it in less than three seconds. sure, we can chalk some of that up to parker at this point having had four seasons of eliot here's-how-you-take-out-thugs-with-guns fight training, but... i think at this point it's pretty fair to say that (regardless of the provinance of her skills) parker's kinda a good shot, actually.
okay, let's revisit that point about morality, because there are kinda a bunch of really important touchstones here.
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so, john rogers once said that "parker is the second most dangerous person on the team, and eliot would argue first most dangerous." she's the team member with the least qualms about hurting people, always, and that's a detail that tends to get brushed over.
she would have killed tara here. she makes that extremely clear. i can't listen to that "Bye, now." and not get shivers.
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talking of shivers.... "I want to do the right thing."
because, look, parker's not eliot. she's not thawing ice all the way through, and yet we're shown again and again that, despite that, "She has the nuclear winter inside her." there will always be a part of her who's first instinct is to jump, to hide, to run, to kill, to not care because caring hurts. but there's also a part of her that is softer than any of the team, that is a child who'll never grow up and yet grew up too fast. she grew up beaten, bruised, neglected and starved yet she's something wonderful - but she knows she's broken, she knows they all call her crazy, and it hurts. she wants to do the right thing, make the right choice, but she hates that it'll never be her first instinct. and the thing is? that's okay. she went through hell and back and turned out someone strange and weird and at times unkind, but... the team like how she turned out. hardison likes how she turned out. and that's worth the world - she just needs to remember it and believe it and use HER skills instead of trying to be something she's not. that is what parker and eliot's conversation in the ice cave is about, if you strip it back to it's bare essentials. parker doesn't want to be normal, she just wants to be normal enough for her friends.
has parker ever killed someone? i don't know. i don't know if she even thinks like that, in such clear terms - as i already talked about, parker's definition of 'hurt' is not the same as anyone else's.
so let's talk about broken wing job for a second, because absolutely everyone overlooks the reason why parker does the job in the first place - "You brought a gun? To my bar?"
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because. yeah.
"Those guys are gonna rob this store, right? Which is fine. I don’t mind robbers who aren’t robbing me, or my friends, or kids or… But they brought a gun to the party, and that changes all the rules."
this is season five. she investigates the theives because she's bored - but she only decides to stop them because they brought a gun. that's the kind of very specific morality you only get after being the good guy for a very long time, and i do think that hanging around eliot probably helped affect that a bit.
actually, fuck it, look at what else she says about this whole thing in the broken wing job.
"No cops. No cops. That will actually increase the chances of people getting hurt. [...] Seeing a uniform in the middle of stealing something could cause you to panic, make bad decisions..."
"These guys aren’t that good, which is actually another reason why we should do this, ‘cause sooner or later, they’re gonna make a mistake. Someone’s gonna get hurt."
so. yeah. on the one hand, this is weapons safety 101, for someone in parker's position. "[The Leverage crew] don't use guns because - when guns come out, people die. This attitude very much comes out from traditional American crime literature, and also from talking to our professional criminal friends. Guns are messy, when they show up things escalate, you take a longer, harder fall when doing a crime with a gun - professional criminals are pathologically averse to carrying weapons." i'm quoting john rogers here, because i can, but you'll hear similar in any training manual, and it's especially relevant to parker's actions both here and elsewhere in the show.
on the other hand, mix up all those statements and it definitely implies parker has fucked up badly in the past. again, i don't know if she's ever killed someone. but.
well, for funsies, let's look at the rest of JR's above statement about gun safety (i'm quoting from his blog on the gone fishin' job, in case you wanted to find the source): "You do not point a gun at anything or anyone you are not willing to kill. [...] I had that drilled into my head at an early age. A gun has two settings - holstered and murderous. 'Wounded' is an accidental condition. Eliot in particular is aware of this, and one of the many reasons he does not use a gun is because he is trying to, well, not kill people anymore. Hardison is magnificently awful with weaponry. Although Parker is probably a fine shot, she's trying to play nice by the new rules, and only brought a weapon to the meet in the pilot because she wanted to get paid."
and all that is, more than anything else, the core and crux of everything i'm saying here. factor in how broken parker is, how we know she's made mistakes in the past, throw in archie's "a danger - to herself and to others" line, think about the tara rooftop incident... there's a picture emerging here. it's not a nice one, but it's unpleasantly clear.
so. where does that leave us?
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well, it at least leaves me extremely certain for a vast number of reasons that eliot didn't need to teach parker how to shoot a rigged game.
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nastybuckybarnes · 9 months ago
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Mouse Trap
Pairing: Ghost X Reader
Summary: Ghost's little mouse finds herself stuck in a trap. Who better to save her?
Warnings: Violence, Language, Angst, Fluff, kinda unhinged Ghost?, Torture ig, murder, Injuries, self-hate kinda i guess
Word Count: 2.5k
A/n: I'm literally in love with this little series, i think it will forever have a special place in my heart
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Days go by since Ghost last saw you, since he fucked you, and the skulls seem to disappear once again.
His little street mouse has disappeared without a trace.
Ghost is a man of logic. A man who can use the information at hand to come to the most realistic conclusion.
And, in this case, you've realized what a fucking nutcase he is and have decided you never want to see him again.
I mean, what else could it be?
His sour mood is taken out on anyone and everyone unfortunate enough to get in his way.
And today is no different.
His brows are permanently furrowed and his grip on his riffle is unwavering as he and Soap do their rounds.
The Scot is quiet for a long while before deciding to try and poke the bear.
"Still nothin from yer mouse?" He asks, knowing damn well the answer.
Ghost says nothing, doesn't even address the fact that the man has spoken.
"You ever think of... lookin for her? I mean, she doesn't exactly spend time in the safest areas," he presses.
If Soap hadn't spent as much time with the bigger man as he has, he wouldn't have noticed the slight falter in Ghost's steps.
Sure, he'd looked for you, but the idea of you being hurt or even killed wasn't one he entertained.
In his mind, no one would be stupid enough to touch what's his, but people have certainly tried before.
His world shifts slightly, the tension in his shoulders changing. He's no longer worried that you're hiding from him, no. Now he's wondering who would take you and where they'd hide you.
Those are the thoughts that occupy his every waking moment for days, until he finally gets his answer.
While combing the streets for any sign of you -or the hostiles he's supposed to be looking for- there's a gift from God.
On the ground, in what looks alarmingly close to blood, is a skull drawing. And a trail of the same blood-like substance leads him better than breadcrumbs.
"Soap, on my six," he murmurs into his radio, carefully following the blood trail as it leads deeper into the city, into enemy territory.
Soap is quick to meet up with the Lieutenant, eyes and ears peeled as Ghost comes to a halt outside of an old office building.
"Wha're we doin' here, Lt?" He asks quietly, watching his back as Ghost picks the lock.
"Savin' my mouse."
The lock opens with a soft 'click' and he shoulders the door open, staying low and scanning the first room quickly.
He motions for Soap to follow and the Scot does, sticking close as the slowly sweep room after room.
As they go up the stairs, Ghost slows, tilting his head to the side as he hears the sound of muffled voices not far away.
He follows the sound, being extra careful as the voice gets louder and louder, until he can make out the words.
His stomach drops the tiniest bit as they approach the third floor.
He's done this countless times, this should be no different.
But it is different.
You're in there. He has no room for error. Not when your life could be on the line.
A man is speaking, and Ghost takes that as his cue to creep into the hallway.
Soap grabs his shoulder, giving him a strong look.
"This could be a trap. We should call the rest of the team."
The skull-faced man only stares at him for a long while then tugs out of his grip.
"S'not a trap, Johnny. She's in there. You wanna leave, go. M'not leavin without her." With that, he turns back to the hallway and moves forward.
Though he has his doubts, Soap follows closely behind, staying silent as the voice gets louder.
Other sounds are able to be heard now, too. These ones confirming Ghost's suspicions.
Feminine grunts, groans, and cries of pain.
At the sound of your voice, a switch flips inside of the large man and he's quickly and silently moving forward, taking down any hostiles in his path. Anyone that stands between him and you is promptly killed, dropping to the ground with quiet 'thud's.
The man that's been torturing you drops his knife onto the table and yanks your head back by your hair, forcing you to look at him again.
"I'm gonna ask you one last time, doll face: who sent you?"
Your eyes roll in your head for a moment before finally focusing on him.
It's been several days of this, if not longer, and you're starting to worry that your Ghost, that Simon, isn't coming for you.
You still stay strong, saying nothing.
This only seems to aggravate him further. He drops your head and walks back over to his table of torture toys, looking for something suitable for what he has planned for you.
Your eyes flutter to a movement in the doorway of the room, and you feel your heart fill with hope as one of the guards gets yanked into the hallway.
Familiar eyes peer into the room, immediately locking on yours, and you feel safe.
He's here. He came for you.
You knew he would.
He presses a finger to his lips, urging you to stay silent, and you give him a soft nod of understanding. Your eyes flutter back to your kidnapper, and you watch as he picks up a pair of pliers.
He clicks them together a few times then turns to face you, a wicked grin on his face.
"If you're not going to use that tongue, there's no sense in having it, is there?" He asks rhetorically.
He steps forward, grabbing your jaw roughly, and then he's collapsing on top of you, his blood spilling across your face.
You let out a startled scream, jerking your head back as he rolls onto the floor.
The room is suddenly filled with chaos.
A gun is pressed to your head, and Ghost has another man in a headlock, his eyes on yours.
"Keep those eyes on me, Mouse," he orders, making sure your gaze is locked on his as he snaps the mans neck.
"Don't come any closer!" The man holding the gun to your head warns, pressing it against you harder.
You wince but your eyes never leave Ghosts. Not even when he produces a small blade and whips it at the man beside you.
Ghost steps toward him as he writhes on the ground, yanking him up by the collar of his shirt and ripping the blade out of his eye socket.
"That's for lookin' at her. Imagine what m'gonna do to you for touchin' her," he snarls, big hand nearly crushing the man's windpipe.
You stare at them as Soap comes to your aid, freeing you from the rope binding you to the chair.
"Maybe, if you apologize nice and proper, I'll let you live," Ghost whispers, his eyes empty and hard as he looks at the man.
"Look at her with your good eye and tell her how sorry you are."
The man's head whips around to you and he stutters out an apology.
"Now, tell me how sorry you are."
He turns back to Ghost with his mouth open to apologize and you flinch as another gunshot rings out, and then he's crumpling to the floor in a heap, blood pouring from both eyes.
You stare at his corpse, at the dead man who threatened your life, then slowly bring your eyes up as the man who saved you approaches.
"How's she lookin', Johnny?" He asks, crouching down in front of you as Soap presses some gauze to your thigh tightly.
You whine at the pain, and Ghost gives one of your hands a squeeze.
"Not great. Bleedin' real heavy. We can drop her off at one of the med tents and-"
"Not happenin'," Ghost interupts.
He pulls you from the chair and carefully lays you on the floor, working with Soap to try and slow the bleeding as much as possible.
Your head spins as the adrenaline slowly leaves you, and you lift a hand in search of your big soldier.
"Simon," you whisper, vision going blurry.
Soap's eyes shoot up to you, shocked that you know the Lieutenant's real name. He can't help but wonder what exactly would happen when Ghost would go on patrol alone. How many nights were spent with you if he's trusted you with his name.
Ghost grabs your hand in an instant, his eyes over yours.
"M'here, Mouse."
Your bottom lip quivers and tears streak down your temples into your hair.
"Tired... so tired," you whisper.
He shoots Soap a worried look then gives your hand another squeeze.
"I know, but you can't sleep yet, Mouse. We'll stop for a coffee on our way back to base, how's that sound?"
You frown, edges of your vision slowly going dark.
"Simon," you whisper once more, pushing your hand up to dust over his masked face.
Soap watches, eyes full of wonder as Ghost, the man who just murdered over a dozen people, is soft and gentle with you.
Your fingers smooth over his masked lips, and then your hand is tumbling down beside your head and your eyes are falling closed.
"No, none of that. Eyes on me, Mouse. On me."
You try, you really do, but you just need a moment to rest. That's all. Just one moment.
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You're in and out of consciousness from that moment forward, finally fully coming to in a dimly lit room.
You're groggy and confused, blinking several times to get the fog clouding your vision to go away.
When things finally clear up, your heart jumps in your chest and you look around frantically.
This isn't familiar.
None of this is.
"Easy, Mouse. You're safe. M'here."
Except that.
Your eyes dart over to the source of the sound, finding those familiar piercing eyes.
Instinctively, you relax and reach for him, stopping with a hiss when something tugs at your arm.
"Easy, love," Ghost murmurs, reaching out and taking your hand in both of his.
Tears well up in your eyes and you look away from him, shaking your head.
"'S'alright, little one. M'here. Not goin' anywhere anytime soon."
It's true. He has no intention of leaving your side until you allow it. Something he has made explicitly clear to the members of his team.
You look up at him with big teary eyes and his icy heart cracks in his chest.
"Don't make me go. Not back to city, please," you beg quietly.
His gaze softens and he shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment before tugging his mask up over his lips and leaning down to kiss your knuckles.
"You're not going back there. Not if I have any say in it."
Your breaths start coming in faster, more shallow, until you're hyperventalating, one hand grasping at the gown on your chest.
Everything is too much. Too constricting, too enclosed.
You can't breathe.
"Hey, hey! Eyes on me."
You obey, your eyes finding his once more, and he nods encouragingly.
He brings your hand to his chest, flattens it against the thin shirt, and you can feel his heart beating against your palm.
"I want you to breathe with me, Mouse. In... and out."
You slowly copy him, slowing your breathing to match his and keeping your hand against his warm chest the entire time.
Eventually, the feeling of his skin only one layer away is too distracting. You slide your fingers up to the small area of skin between his shirt and his balaclava, stroking it gently.
Your breath hitches at the feeling of his flesh against yours, and you lean toward him, desperate to feel more of him.
He leans forward and takes your other hand in his and you stare in awe, pressing your palm against his. His hands are rough, calloused and hardened, but they feel so good, so right against yours.
You slide your fingers up his forearm, tracing the scars, veins and tattoos while your other hand wraps around the back of his neck, slipping under the back of his balaclava and tangling into his hair.
"Simon," you whisper, tugging him closer by the nape of his neck.
He leans in, scarred lips tilting up in a soft smile at the sound of his name on your tongue.
He presses his forehead to yours, his eyes falling closed a moment after yours.
Carefully, he nudges his nose against yours, then tilts his head to slot his lips against yours.
You kiss him back softly, tugging away after a moment and drawing your brows together.
"What?" He asks softly, his free hand coming up to stroke your cheek.
"Where do I stay? Here?"
He shakes his head, pulling back a bit more after pressing one more kiss to your mouth.
"You'll stay with me. Unless you'd prefer your own room."
You're shaking your head before he's finished speaking, and he nods knowingly.
"Then you'll stay with me. We should only be here a few months longer. Then you can come home with me, if you'd like."
He'd be lying if he said he hasn't given much thought to the future. But after this? After nearly losing you before he truly got to have you? He's not willing to let you leave his side.
You only nod, eyes full of awe and adoration.
He gives you one more kiss, then gets up to get a med officer to check on you.
~*~
You spend a few days in the medical wing, and then, once you're given the go-ahead (under the ever-watchful eye of Ghost), you're changing into military-grade pants and a black t-shirt, and sitting patiently while Ghost laces up your boots.
"We match," you say proudly, beaming up at him when he rises to his full height.
He grins down at you through his mask, his eyes crinkling around the corners, and presses his forehead against yours sweetly.
"That we do, Mouse. Now, lets get you on your feet again."
He takes your hands and gently helps you to your feet, steadying you when you try to put weight onto your injured leg.
Your face screws up in pain, but you push through it, taking a few careful steps with his help.
"You sure you're ready?" He asks warily, watching you intently until you glare at him from the corner of your eye.
"Ready. Want to leave."
He nods, wrapping an arm around your waist and all but lifting you off the ground every time you try to step with your injured leg.
He leads you through the base, his glare sharp enough to have the onlookers scurrying out of sight.
Ever since he brought you back, bloody and wounded in his arms, you've been the talk of the base.
Who are you? Why does the Lieutenant like you so much? Can you be trusted?
That last question has plagued even some of his closest friends.
But as he helps you to the barracks, you lean further into him, you trust him at your most vulnerable, and he knows deep in his soul that you are someone he can trust.
Finally, after what feels like forever, he unlocks the door to his quarters and pushes it open.
The trek took far more energy than you'd like to admit, and you eagerly take a seat at the desk against the wall.
"You hungry?" He asks after a moment of silence, watching you as you look around curiously.
You nod, glancing up at him when he takes a step to the door.
"I'll be back in a minute. Try not to get into any trouble while I'm gone." He can't help but grin when you cross your arms over your chest.
Without another word, he exits the room, leaving you alone to explore.
You do exactly that, carefully taking in your surroundings.
There's a bed, a real bed, against the far wall. Across from that is a small wardrobe.
On the opposite side of the room is a door, and you find yourself limping over to it curiously.
You push it open and flick on the light, your eyes widening when you see the bathroom.
A proper bathroom, with running water that probably gets warm.
You turn the faucet on, watching in awe as it takes only a few moments for steam to start billowing. Your eyes follow the steam until they meet your own reflection in the mirror.
An audible gasp leaves your lips, and you lean forward, staring in a combination of disgust and horror.
You've seen your reflection since hiding out, but never quite so clearly.
The stitches at your hairline are crusted with blood, and you have bruises all over your face. Dark splotches that paint your skin in a way that makes your stomach churn.
How could Simon stand to look at you like this?
You splash some of the water on your face, hissing when it's a little bit too hot. Not a problem you thought you'd ever have.
Turning it down, you wait unti lit cools slightly to try and scrub your face clean, to make yourself more presentable for him, to look pretty.
No matter how hard you try, however, you can't clean the evidence of the torture from your face.
Hot tears streak down your cheeks and you turn your back on your reflection, angry that you ever dared to look at yourself.
At least before, you didn't know what you looked like. You didn't know what your Ghost had to look at, to touch, kiss.
"Mouse?"
You sniffle and wipe your cheeks quickly at the sound of his voice, opening the bathroom door a crack.
He takes one look at your face, at your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and he's pushing his way into the bathroom and inspecting you for injuries.
"What happened?"
You shake your head and tug on his balaclava gently.
"I want one."
His brows furrow and you can almost see the gears in his head trying to process what's going on.
"What?"
"Please. Want one... like Ghost."
He cups your cheek gently, big warm hand soothing your aching skin.
"Why? I like seeing your pretty face. Dont want you to cover it up if you don't need to."
This makes you tear up once more and you tug out of his grip, turning your back to him and hiding your face in your hands.
"Need to," you whisper thickly, "not pretty. Not now."
He's appalled by your words, stepping in front of you and gently pulling your hands away from your face.
"Where'd you get an idea like that?"
You sniffle and shake your head, avoiding his eyes.
"Broken... ugly..." Your eyes catch your reflection in the mirror and you glare at what you see, your bottom lip quivering as you try to hold back your tears.
A surprising rush of emotions floods him and he takes a few moments to breathe and steady himself.
He's not used to this whole softness thing. Not great at it, either.
"You think I'm ugly? I've got more bumps and bruises than you can count, little one. Scars, too. Does that make me ugly? Should I forever keep my face hidden from you?"
You frown up at him and shake your head quickly.
He could never be ugly, not to you.
"Then why are you any different? I see these," he strokes the mark on your cheek gently, "and it makes me want to protect you. It reminds me that you're fragile. Delicate. It makes me angry that someone would put their fucking hands on you, but thats it."
He pulls you into his arms and lays a few kisses on the top of your head.
"You're precious, Mouse. So very special, and so beautiful. M'more than happy to prove it to you if you don' believe me."
His voice drops a bit lower, as do his kisses, and you can't stop the smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth.
"There she is, there's my pretty girl," he whispers, kissing your lips briefly then pulling back once more.
"Now, you need to eat something and I need to debrief with Price. Rest while I'm gone, because you're not gonna be doing much sleeping when I get back."
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darlingdaisyfarm · 10 months ago
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Their reaction to tears (Stan & Ford)
Stan
Perhaps from the outside it seems that Stan is not a very sentimental guy. It’s wrong. Yeah, hugs make him feel nervous if they go on too long, and feelings? He’s spent most of his life avoiding those altogether. So when Stan sees you crying, his first reaction is to freeze. He’s really lost. And it’s you, so he can’t just brush it off or pretend it’ll go away. Not when you’re standing there, your shoulders shaking like that.
“Aw, kid. . .” he finally steps closer, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly feeling out of place. His eyes flicker over you, taking in your trembling hands, the hiccuping breaths.
He doesn't ask you for an explanation, he doesn't force you to pour out your soul. He knows that sometimes silence is better than any conversation, but the way he rubs slow circles into your back, the way his chin rests atop your head, you know he’s there. It's not very graceful embrace. It’s more like you’re getting wrapped up in a bear hug that’s meant to keep the rest of the world out. He squeezes you tight, maybe a little too tight, because that’s all he knows how to do. Hold on and hope it helps.
“Shh, it’s alright. I gotcha,” he mutters into your hair, though he sure as hell doesn’t know how to handle your tears, but he’s trying. “Whoever made you feel like this? I’ll knock ‘em into next Tuesday, swear to god.”
You let out a half-laugh, half-sob at that, and he pulls back just enough to glance down at you, raising an eyebrow like he’s confused by the sound. “What? You think I’m joking? I’ll even wear brass knuckles for the occasion.” his thumb brushes away a stray tear. He frowns, like maybe he’s mad at himself for not fixing it faster, for not knowing what to say to make it all go away. “C’mon, sweetie,” now his voice a little softer, “You’re tougher than this. You’ve got me. Ain’t nobody messes with you when I’m around, okay?”
“It’s. . . It’s so stupid, Stan, i don’t even know-“ you try to explain, sobbing and bursting into tears.
“Tell me, who do I gotta rough up for this? ’Cause I can call in some favors. I know a guy who knows a guy.”
You sniffle, laugh breaking through and he grins at that, just a little. He hates seeing you cry, but getting you to smile, even if it’s weak, that’s the goal.
“There we go,” he says, all smug and proud. “See? That’s better. You keep cryin’ like that and I’m gonna have to start cryin’, and trust me, you don’t wanna see that. I’m an ugly crier.”
Stan stares at you a bit longer than usual before continuing. “You know, tears aren’t your best look,” he says after a moment, his thumb brushes your cheek, wiping your tears in a way that’s more careful, gentle, than you’d expect. “You’ve got a real pretty face, baby, but it’s kinda hard to see it through all this mess.”
You laugh, even if just a little, because that’s. . . That’s just Stan. He’ll drag you out of your darkest moments, even if he has to fight the whole damn world to do it.
Ford
Ford is a man of deep thought, logic and intellect. But when he sees you break down in front of him, crying softly, trembling and sobbing, it shakes something in him that’s far beyond logic. His heart stumbles. The man who’s faced interdimensional monsters, who’s braved the edges of space and time, suddenly feels lost when he sees you like this.
At first, he doesn’t move. He’s watching you, brow furrowed, processing. Ford wants to understand, to fix, but emotions aren’t equations and you are something far more complex than anything described in his journals.
“Hey. . . hey,” he whispers, finally reaching out, his voice soft, calm, quiet. He’s cautious, careful, like he’s afraid of overwhelming you. His hand hovers for a moment before settling lightly on your arm. “What’s wrong? what happened?” Ford asks because he needs to know. He needs to dissect the situation, to piece together what’s hurting you so he can find a solution. But there’s more to it than just answers for him.
When you can’t quite form words, when your tears keep spilling, he gently pulls you closer, his hand resting on your back as he guides you to sit with him. His touch is gentle as he slowly, soothingly runs his thumb over your shoulder.
“You don’t have to talk yet,” he speaks, his breath brushing against your temple. “I’m here.” and those words, so simple, carry so much weight coming from him. Because Ford isn’t a man who offers empty promises. If he says he’s here, he means it in every sense.
And then, because Ford can’t help the way his mind works, he begins talking in that soothing voice of his. “You know,” he starts in a thoughtful tone. “tears are a natural response to emotional stress. It’s. . . it’s a sign of strength, not weakness. Your body is releasing what it can’t hold anymore.”
Ford is not trying to seem all smart and logical, it’s just how he comforts, by giving you the understanding you deserve, by showing you that it’s okay to feel everything you’re feeling, by explaining you. And when you hear him, his hand moves to gently wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb, so careful, like he’s touching something sacred.
“Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together,” Ford promises you. “You’re not alone in this.” he kisses your forehead, slowly, letting you feel his presence. And when you’re breathing just a little steadier, Ford tilts your chin up, his eyes searching yours, and there’s nothing but warmth in his gaze. “You’re going to be alright.” he says, and somehow, you know he means it.
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haminamibami · 6 months ago
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This take has probably been said before, but I like to think that the Lords in Black are slightly messed up in their human form. Whenever they interacted with humans they haven't paid much attention to all the minor stuff that make humans humans so they can't quite replicate their form, but each is weird in a different way.
Wiggly is way too sharp. His shoulders and elbows and teeth are super sharp angles, so at first glance he's normal, but at a second look you realize shoulders aren't supposed to look like that. Also he has no idea how many fingers a human has so he's got like nine on his hand. Also also, his tongue looks like a tentacle. The first time he took human form he did not realize there was supposed to be just one tongue. He learned, but still his tongue is tentacle like.
Blinky's eyes are just a little too small than what is humanly possible. Because he has so many eyes in his normal form, the logic behind his form is "okay, I should probably be able to fit in here more eyes" and then he doesn't have any more eyes. Also, his hair is so artificially neon orange. Like the orange marker you'd give to a kid.
Tinky is, unsurprisingly, very goat like. He looks like the idea of what humans would look like if we evolved from goats. He has the general silhouette of a human, since he knows how they look like (or, in particular, Ted and Pete), but every detail he isn't sure about he just figured it must be the same as goats. And much like Blinky, his hair is such an aggressive shade of yellow it just can't be normal.
Pokey is just too much or too little in all the wrong places. His mouth is too small, fit only to barely talk and make that sound of his. When you look too close, you realize his skin is very hard and slightly cracked. His limbs are too long and his voice makes your head hurt. When you look at him, you realize very clearly that 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 is extremely wrong but you can't quite put you finger on what.
Nibbly is the worst. Nibbly is the definition of "uncanny valley". Unlike his siblings, Nibbly knows everything there is to know about his favorite snack. He knows them inside and out and he knows everything that matters to make a convincing human. And still, he's wrong in all the ways he wants to be wrong just because he can. At the first look, he's normal. Like, there's a vibe about him, but this is 2025 and people are weird, so you ignore it. But his smile is wrong. His smile is simply too wide to be humanly possible, his teeth are too sharp, like a predator's fangs, and his tongue is weirdly long. Still, his eyes are the weirdest thing. They are hungry. Starved, ravenous, eager. There is something about that hunger, that greedy need to feast upon everything there is, that is just beyond human.
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vonlycaonwife · 6 months ago
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Omg i love eeevvverryy thing about ur writing so could you pleassee please (if you want to ofc ♡) write some headcanons with lighter, lycaon, seth + whoever you want! where reader loves teasing them? like yknow when you have a crush on someone and you're always like playfully hating on them? like "damn u missed that, u suck!"
I honestly had a bit of trouble writing this because I was having trouble if what you meant was mainly teasing or not? So I may have ended up with that tonaly in my writing just a heads up!
Warnings: semi suggestive with Jane's
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Honestly with Lycaon it's a mixed bag?
Like depending on the scene he either shuts it down, like when working for example, or plays off of it expertly, which I can imagine is when he's specifically not working.
So I would just suggest being cautious and know when it's appropriate to do that.
But! To expand on what I said earlier about him playing off of your teasing. I can imagine if you're smaller than him, he would just use his larger frame to tease you back.
In a romantic context he would just lean over and, if no one is around to see, pin you against a wall. He wouldn't do anything, just look down at you until you got too flustered to say more.
Though in a more platonic setting the most he would do is most likely pick you up and walk around with you over his shoulders, because that's the easiest way to shut you up.
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With Seth I feel like he would take it to heart too much? Like don't get me wrong, I'm sure he can read the tone perfectly and know you're just teasing.
But something is just telling me that in his brain, his logic is a sort of “why say something potentially hurtful even if in a playful manner?” 
To reiterate, he knows it's all in good fun, but I can see him with this blank face processing your teasing for a moment before playfully rolling his eyes as he tries to brush it off. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.
He wouldn't really mention when it starts to bother him, mainly because he knows that's just how some people interact. 
Though I'm sure you would know when to quit it if you do notice it bothering him.
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Oh this girl eats. It. Up!
She's absolutely playing along with your game and even playing dirty tactics like physical teasing.
Doesn't matter if you're in a romantic or platonic relationship with her, she teases everyone with her lithe fingers. You'd expect her to go easy on you? Ha! She wouldn't play fair like that. 
The only reason she would is if you are uncomfortable with physical touch in all honesty, but then that just lets her be more creative with other forms of teasing.
For example, using her own good looks. I mean, we can all admit she's hot right? (Lord I would let her do so much-) And she knows this, so I can see her “innocently” doing some things as she's in a tease war with you.
Like taking her jacket off, or repositioning her crossed legs. Honestly she could do it in such a subtle way you wouldn't even think she's doing it on purpose until later.
Honestly she's having a lot of fun with this, probably more fun than you are. (I salute you soldier)
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I feel like Lighter is somehow a combination of everyone above?? Don't ask me how exactly it just feels right.
Like I can see him only acknowledging it when on downtime, but also thinking similarly to Seth in terms of “I don't get it but I know it's not actually insulting me”. But also instead of brushing it off he plays off of it like Jane, though less suggestive.
I mean it would work with his whole cool guy persona, playing off of someone lightly teasing him and dishing it back out.
I can just see the shit eating grin he has when he's doing a back and forth. He wouldn't be as good at it as Jane with his own teasing, but I can see him going the more goofy route.
Like exaggerating the ‘coolness’ with almost cringey phrases, but not too cringey to kill his reputation if overheard, and maybe even flexing his muscles if you're into that. (I am)
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brattyspence · 3 months ago
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submitting an order for the cafe! plain bagel + Would You Love Me Again from the Epic Musical with reader seeing Spencer for the first time after being released from prison? thank you in advance <33
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a/n: this song is insane i've never heard it before but the lyrics are sooooo post prison spencer thank you for letting this into my life anon! this got lengthy and i rlly wanted to write even more but i have 16 requests lmfaooo
tags: post-prison!spencer, marital strain, uuuggghh
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Spencer has never been one to hesitate with you.
He’s loud about love, weirdly. He has no problem being outward about it, not when it means telling the world that he's lucky enough to have you, especially as his wife.
The entirely of his three months in prison felt like decades. You had grown used to a constant love, one that was always reassuring and consistent. Spencer was available to you at any given moment, just a call away, but the sudden change was even harder than you assumed it would have been.
He had seemingly stopped to connect. Daily phone calls began to grow further and further apart, until they stopped suddenly. Nothing had happened, no fighting or upset, but the weight of situation had finally caused something to give.
Now, standing in the office on wobbly feet, you couldn't help but worry about why. What had gone so wrong that he could no longer turn to you for anything? Or worse, was there even hope for your marriage after the months of strain?
When the door to the office finally opens, you're not met with the same man you once loved. He's different. He's leaned out, stress wears on his face, and his eyes tell a story that you're not sure you're ready to be faced with. You can tell someone put effort into attempting to piece him back together, as he's wearing his own clothes. As much as it hurts to know that the person who showed up for him first wasn't you, you can't be bothered by it. Not when he's here, standing within reach, for the first time.
There is no handbook for how to manage a situation like this. The only logical thing you can think of is to hold him to confirm his existence. So you do.
You can hear the slight hitch of his breath as you close the gap between you, your arms finding his body like everything is normal. You can feel every little change in him like this; the tension in his shoulders and the hesitation in his touch.
It doesn't cross your mind that your embrace is unwelcome, but you can't seem to care.
“Hi,” you whisper. The sound is muffled by layers of fabric and skin and collarbones, but it's there. It reaches him without the barrier of a phone.
“Hi,” he replies. “I’m sorry.”
The words are weighty. You're not sure what to do with them, but they don't mean any less because of it.
“It's okay,” you nod. “It doesn't matter. We can just… go home.”
He pulls away, and you finally get a good look at him again, every detail coming back to you like he never left. You can see the words forming in his mind.
“What?” You ask.
When you make an attempt to reach out again, this time with a hand to his face, you're swiftly denied contact. He captures your hand in his, instead holding it somewhere in mid air before letting it go.
“I don't…” he shakes his head. “I didn't call. I wasn't good to you.”
“It's okay. You had good reason.”
“But I didn't,” he protests. “It wasn't right. That's not… what I promised you.”
“Spencer,” you sigh. “It's over. I don't care.”
“But I do,” he sighs.
“I know who you are,” you reply. “It's okay. We had a rough few months. But things will get back to normal.”
He holds your gaze, as you hold his.
“I'm not sure we can.”
“Why wouldn't we?”
He opens his mouth, hesitating to explain.
“I just… I'm not the person you married.”
“Spencer.”
“Don't,” he huffs. “I did things that… weren't right. Weren't me.”
“And that's expected under the circumstances,” you say. “But I married you. In all forms and conditions. No matter what the cost was.”
He swallows thickly. This time, when you reach for him, he doesn't immediately resist. He allows you to take his face in your hands hesitantly, narrowed eyes still searching for doubt.
“Okay,” he nods.
“Good. Now come home,” you sigh.
The only response you get this time is the warmth of his hands on your sides, finally allowing himself to pull you back in once again.
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pottersofthefuture · 1 month ago
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Okay I want to talk about Harry Potters treatment of the more feminine coded girls/women in Harry Potter. Because whenever I've seen it before it's all been through a "JKR is a bigot" lens.
So first things first a lot of the characters are dismissive/overlook the more feminine characters - Fleur/Lavender specifically.
But is this what the narrative shows (just because your narrator says one thing doesn't mean the author is agreeing)
So let's look at them:
Lavender Brown - in the first couple of books she doesn't have too much of a role, just a name really.
In the third book we do see her believing everything Trelawney bringing her into conflict with Hermiones much more logical and very black and white way of thinking. Honestly, in this scene it is Hermione who comes off looking worse - Lavender is crying over her pet dying and Hermione is so determined to prove Trelawney wrong she ignores Lavenders clear emotional distress.
Now in the 5th book Lavender joins up with Dumbledores Army. We don't know her reasons. But we do know she did it despite the risk of expulsion. She sided with Harry. We also see her (along with Pavarti) being the ones to bring Trelawney flowers and try to cheer her up. Neither of these are the actions of a self absorbed, vain girl.
It is really the 6th book we get to know her. Firstly, she is written as a clear opposite to Hermione who belittles her because she is jealous and hurting. Harry mostly is just trying not to rock the boat and remain friends with both Ron and Hermione at this time so when Hermione criticises Lavender, he mostly stays silent. He does find her overwhelming and too much but Harry struggles with overtly emotional people - see Cho Chang or Colin Creevey.
Honestly, if you read to Lavender-Ron-Hermione as Hermione and/or Ron as in the "right" you're reading a different book. Hermione and Ron are teenagers not sure how to deal with their emotions and can be jealous, petty and vindictive. See Hermione taking McLaggen to the Slughorns party to annoy Ron. See Ron losing what little interest he had in her and not breaking up with her because he didnt know how to. Yes, Lavender got jealous seeing Ron and Hermione hanging around together and broke up with Ron. But Hermione refused to talk to Ron for months, until he got poisoned, after they got together. All three of them were driven by jealousy, insecurity and complicated feelings they didn't know how to deal with.
Now in Deathly Hallows we see her still with the DA and choosing to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts. Here the risk isn't just expulsion but DEATH!
Thus, Lavender is clearly not written as useless and just vain because she's more typically feminine. Aside from the main characters saying unkind things out of jealousy and anger and spite but this is not in agreement with what her actions are telling us.
Now we have Fleur who in the books was selected over her male classmates (because if you are looking for misogyny please turn to the gof directors who decided the only way a girl could be chosen is if she wasn't competing against boys). And no there goblet isn't random - it chooses the best candidate who has put their name in that was fleur.
We do see her being dismissive of Harry because of his age. Seeing him as just a little boy. But she also quickly changed her mind and treated him with high regard when he chose to save his sister.
Which brings us onto Gabrielle - her favourite person is her little sister. We see her beside herself because she failed to save Gabrielle. And remember unlike Harry who has been put in mortal danger repeatedly she has not got that trauma. She expects the teachers to look after her.
Again we do see Hermione being dismissive of her. Again Hermione can be dismissive of those who don't see the world like her - see her dismissiveness of Luna as well as her arguments with Ron and Harry specifically in ps before they become friends. Especially, if she feels insecure or jealous which fleurs natural beauty makes her feel. It doesn't make her right but it makes her a complicated and well written character.
Now even though Cedric was murdered and Britain about to be plunged into a war she stays. More than that she joins the Order which was half wiped out in the last war.
Now in hbp both hermione and Ginny are very dismissive of her coining the unflattering nickname Phlegm. Now Hermione as discussed before is insecure, she also has little time for frivolities. And Hermione when she feels insecure or jealous gets angry and lashes out. She is not the films perfect Mary-Sue Hermione Granger. She is messy and imperfect and brilliant. Bad with emotions.
Ginny is harder to pin down. Firstly, she is much more like Fred and George has a wicked sense of humour and can be cutting when she wants to be. She also is fighting against the misogyny she was raised with - remember she wasnt allowed to fly/play quidditch with the boys. So I can't say what the exactly her feelings to fleur is but seeing someone so happy in their feminity when they have railed against it might rise feelings of anger.
Again harry calls fleur phlegm a few times. Mostly to ginny who he has a raging crush on at time.
Now we come to Molly who is likely the worst offender of how much she disapproves of Fleur. First, we should remember how much of a stressful and terrifying time this is for her. There is a war going on - half her sons are in the Order. The same Order that her brothers were killed ad a part of. There is several times she is in floods of tears.
Not the best time for her son to bring home a whirlwind fiance home. And it was a whirlwind they met in June 95 (gof) and were engaged prior to Harry's birthday in hbp (June 96) so a year to date and choose to get married.
And Fleur is a good person but she can come over as conceited. I'm sure there were several times in the books where she looks down on hogwarts for not being as good as beauxbatons.
Okay, so that's the characters perceptions of her. What does the story say? She is still in Britain, still in the Order despite shit hitting the fan, despite the deaths going on. She chooses to fight. Again not the actions of a vain, conceited airhead.
And then, of course, she proves molly wrong that she isn't just interested in Bill for his good looks. No she shouldn't have to but she does.
In Deathly Hallows she pretends to be Harry knowing that Voldemort himself will target him for death. She opens her home up to victims of the regime and fought in the Battle of Hogwarts.
In short some of the characters biases, jealousies and insecurities cause them to be dismissive and cruel about Lavender and Fleur. However, the narrative shows that these people are wrong.
Now this isn't bashing any of these characters. All of whom are good people but they have their flaws and biases. All of the main characters are written as flawed but good. They are complicated and messy and human. And that is why they are good characters.
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gayofthefae · 6 months ago
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"I should have explained myself because maybe then Eleven would have taken me with her, but - I don't know. I didn't know what to say."
That isn't what he said the first time.
"I should have said something. And maybe if I had said that thing, Eleven would want me there with her."
The sentiment of him being with her and knowing/ensuring she's safe is consistent. But he isn't actually repeating himself. There's no need for him to as a person and as a screenwriter, repetition should DEFINITELY be cut.
He's changing. He's brainstorming. He's starting to consider other angles of the "could have"s. The "what if"s.
He starts with "what if I'd just forced an 'I love you'". But I think he likely settles on what we can logically deduce for ourselves in that situation - "I made the right choice prioritizing with what I knew of the consequences at the time".So he changes. He changes.
He changes to "I should have explained myself".
"Explained myself" is NOT the same as "said that thing" and that is VITAL.
I should have just sucked it up and told her I loved her if it meant keeping her safe.
No, I did the best I could with the information I had
I should have told her the truth. Maybe she would have taken it better if I had just told her that I don't love her but it's my fault, not hers. Now she thinks it's hers and that I'm hiding it.
And, perfect timing, Will comes in with (in Mike's pov) "It makes sense why you didn't, though, don't beat yourself up. She was gonna get hurt either way and everything would have been a risk as to how much."
And Mike nods. And the next time we see him, he's saying
"Will she still even want me in her life if I can't give her the love she wants? All I can do now is to make sure she knows it isn't her fault, that's the selfless act I can do for her, but if I confess I don't love her, what other use am I to her? Will doing what's best for her by telling her it's not her fault, it's mine, instead of continuing to lie make me lose her?"
He says "explain". He starts with "maybe I should have changed the 'what'". Then he shifts to "maybe I should changed what she thought of the 'why'". Ironically, his question in the van once he's come to that conclusion is "how?".
The first pitch he makes is "maybe I should have told her I loved her" and Will says "don't worry, you'll have another chance", and he turns away and introspectively reacts with
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aversion.
But then he says "maybe I should have just explained the real reason behind my actions instead of denying them all together" and Will says "that's a scary thing to do. It's a hard decision. You're doing your best", and he turns away and introspectively reacts with
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understanding.
Honestly, being understood. And sometimes that's what you need to find understanding. He's been confused this whole time, that's been his whole thing, but he looks like he's starting to piece something together now - finally. Will put his own feelings into words for him to hear out loud so could finally get them and get them in a validated way.
Instinctively, he knew the first one was easier but wrong. He didn't want to lie to her. Both times Will said "if that's what you want to do, I believe in you", but only once did he agree. He knew it felt like the wrong choice the first time and you can see it. The second time was a new choice he was considering.
And you know what? While we're here. Telling her he loves her: aversion. Telling her the truth: understanding and drive. What happens next?
He expresses "what if when I tell her the truth, as I've decided is the right choice, she appreciates it but doesn't need me for anything else beyond that?" And Will says "she'll stay. You got this.", and he reacts with
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Comfort.
He didn't know what to do. Then he did, but he was scared to do it. Then he wasn't so scared anymore.
He's thrilled to see her and forgets for a second but - much like El with Will on roller rink day - is reminded by seeing Will that now that she's actually here, it's real. He's committed to his actions and they're impending.
But he's not so scared anymore. Bravery, though, doesn't mean no nerves. He's hesitant and not happy looking when he talks to her about it first. He tries to lighten the mood - "the whole world went to shit and everything" - and he's watching her reactions like a hawk. It feels like less of a risk now enough that he can do it, but not so little that he isn't scared. Either way though, it's worth the risk for her to know the problem isn't her.
He didn't know what to do. Now he does. He was scared, but he's not as much anymore. Not too much to do it. They're interrupted. Okay, oh well, he'll find another time.
And now to break your heart:
Mike had an idea, Will said it was good, but Mike met that with aversion.
Mike had an idea, Will said it was good, Mike met that with understanding and agreement.
Mike was scared, Will said he had no reason to be, Mike met that with comfort.
(I'm sorry) Mike was scared for El - unrelated - and looked to Will for comfort - as he had every other time - when he tapped him on the shoulder, Will said he should tell her he loves her, and he reacts with
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anguish.
This was not Mike's plan.
This was not their plan, so he thought.
Mike's reaction tells us everything about what he knew and what he meant for what's to come. This was not what he meant. That was not what he was going to say. This was not his plan.
And there's that part of you too that always wishes to go back to semi-ignorant bliss. Even if just panicked confusion. Because wasn't it nice: when telling her you loved her evoked this
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And not this
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Wasn't it nice when you knew...just a little less?
Wasn't it nice, in a way, when you couldn't see the happy ending so clearly?
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Don't you sort of miss - when you couldn't taste it?
also fuck it for just for that list bit and the bridge of this song here's my illicit affairs edit linked because "you showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else"
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luveline · 2 years ago
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hi bae, just wondering if you could write something like roommate!marauders and reader with anxiety where everytime one of them goes out she gets really worried that’s somethings gonna happen to them and waits up for them and just feels like a burden when she calls to make sure they’re alright and just general anxiety things and them being so sweet about it
love u
love u too♡
cw death related anxiety
“Hey, Remus?” you ask tentatively. 
Your housemate lays across the sofa with his dinner half eaten on the coffee table and a book tented on his chest. He's ignoring both in favour of the television, a rerun of Family Fortunes turning the sofa cushions and his pale skin a light blue. 
He drags his blue-tinged gaze from the subtitles to your frowning. “What's wrong?” he asks. You're surprised he heard you over the sound of Sirius’ stereo echoing down the stairs. 
“Where did James say he was going?” 
“I think he said he'd be at the gym for an hour now he's not in work. Want me to call him?” 
“Why would you call him?” you ask, instead of saying yes, please, like you want to. 
“You're worrying again.” 
They know how you are. It doesn't mean they have to understand —it isn't logical to think James is hurt because he hasn't been home today yet, and none of them are required to humour you in your worry, but they always do. 
You feel sick as he takes his phone from his pocket. You've convinced yourself that James is dead, that his car curled around a bend too quickly on the drive in the rain, or that something happened at the gym, or that he never made it there at all, had a fit in the car park outside of work. Even as you think it, you know it's implausible, unlikely, just a repetitive negative anxiety worming its way into your head, but you can't make it stop. 
James doesn't answer the first time, which doesn't help, and then when he does answer the second time you're waiting for bad news. Remus smiles as he talks. “Hello? Jamie?”
James doesn't need speak phone to be heard. “Remus! I'm at the gym, what's happening?”
Remus wrinkles his nose. “What's happening? Since when do you say that?”
“What's up?” James corrects. “I'm on my way out of the gym, can you talk? You can keep me company while I drive.” 
Remus holds out the phone to you. 
“Remus?” James asks into the room. You take the phone before he can hang up, and decide to be honest, but the words get stuck like toffee between your teeth. “Hello?” 
“Hey,” you say, sending Remus a grateful look. He moves over to make room on settee for you, and his arm wraps familiarly around your shoulders as you settle in. He turns his attention back to his show. 
“Oh my god hey, angel. Remus okay?” 
“I was making him ring you, sorry. I thought… you know what I'm like. It's getting late and you aren't home, and I know I don't have the right to pester you about where you are.”
“Yeah you do,” James says, his voice louder, like his mouth is very close to the microphone. “Course you do. I'd worry too if you weren't home yet.” 
“I do this all the time, though.”
Just last week he and Sirius were out late and you'd panicked that they'd both been hurt. You stayed up until almost one in the morning waiting for them to get home from a music shop in the city, each minute after eleven like a shot of ice water in your veins. Sirius jumped when he saw you waiting in the living room, but then he'd given you a hug and rubbed at your shoulders roughly. You didn't wait up for us, did you? 
“It's worse lately, yeah?” James asks. You hum non-committal, and Remus gives you a squeeze in typical Remus fashion. You hadn't even realised he was listening, but his support makes this easier. “You're worrying about us more.”
“Yeah,” you say. “I don't know why. And it sucks because I know it's making me a lot to deal with.” 
“I would one thousand percent prefer it if you rang me then sat there worrying. That would make me feel better. And Remus and Sirius feel the same way, okay? We could all stand to ring each other a bit more anyways.” 
You rub your nose into your hand. “Sorry,” you mumble. 
“There's no need to be. I love you, ‘n I just want you to be happy. If a phone call can make that happen then why shouldn't you do it? And it's not like they're a big imposition, I like talking to you. We all do.”
James is home from the gym what could only be ten minutes later, and he leans over the back of the settee to kiss your forehead chasely. “Here we are, all safe and well.” 
“You haven't seen Sirius yet,” Remus points out.
“I can bloody well hear him. What is he listening to? Is that U2?” James shakes his head in disgust. “I can see why you were so worried I wasn't coming home. Let me go put a stop to that immediately.” 
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scarfacemarston · 9 months ago
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Cullen Rutherford Fluff Alphabet
Note: I sometimes say “you” because it’s shorter than typing inquisitor constantly. This is also Gender Neutral. Please think about reblogging or at least leaving a like! This sort of thing takes time to create. Feel free to request more Cullen!
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A - Affection (how do they show affection to their s/o)
Cullen is new to love. Outside of his crush on Amell/Surana, he did not have any romantic feelings towards anyone. Love was terrifying but exhilarating at the same time. It was something entirely new and engaging and something that he would put his all into. He is very physically affectionate and primarily shows his love through embraces, kisses, and cuddling. However, he also allows the Inquisitor to vent or cry as much as they need to. He will also insist on shouldering whatever burdens they are struggling with, whether that's completing extra paperwork, scaring off those who want to bother them, or leaving behind little treats to cheer them up; he can do it all.
B - Best Friend (what are they like as a best friend?)
Cullen doesn't really consider himself to have many friends until Inquisition. In fact, the last time he had friends was Kinloch Hold before it went to hell. (However, this was only with his fellow templars.) Inquisition is when he meets Cassandra, Leliana, Josephine, and the rest of the crew. It took time for him to see them more than colleagues, but they found a devoted, loyal, encouraging friend in the former templar who continued on even when he was at his worst. As time passed, he began displaying a more relaxed side to him and joined in game nights and his time with people like Dorian. 
C - Cuddling (do they like to cuddle? And how would they do it?)
Oh, he loves to cuddle.  His family was very physically affectionate, but that quit once he joined the Templars. He didn't know how touch starved he was until he brushed hands with the Inquisitor and even more so when he held them for the first time. He hadn't allowed anyone near him since the fall of Kinloch Hold. Now, he can't sleep properly without holding the Inquisitor. Even if he can't sleep, his mind and body feel at peace in a way they never could before. 
D - Domestic (do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning)
His childhood dream was to be a templar. He never thought of any sort of domesticity. Templars rarely settled down. He never viewed himself as settling down during Inquisition, either, until he fell in love with the Inquisitor and only then did he dare to dream. After seeing what Mia has, he couldn't help but want the same. He wants a spouse, kids (or to be a busy uncle), and, of course, as many malbari as he can manage.
Cullen is not an amazing cook, but he's functional. Can he make basics like stew? Sure. Could he grill something? Sure. It's straightforward. Porridge isn't difficult either, but he's more likely to live off of rations. During Inquisition Inquisition, Cassandra made sure he ate at least twice a day. He is very tidy, but he has been known to be a disorganized type of organized, too.
E - Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
We've actually seen this in the game! He tries to maintain an air of professionalism and keep it with a bit of distance. He will still try to maintain his professionalism if you break his heart, but the hurt might bleed out. He tries to use logic and put some distance between the two of you.  However, it also depends on the circumstances. He can be very gentle about it and very apologetic. 
F - Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Again, Cullen didn't have any ideas of romantic commitment until they met the Inquisitor. We know he's incredibly devoted to the templars and the Inquisition, so he has no issue with commitment. However, once he fell in love, he fell in love hard. I don't think it took that long for him to start fantasizing about marriage, even if he was so sure it would never happen. Cullen would wait for the right moment, but it doesn't necessarily need to be planned, just that it feels right like we see in the game. 
G - Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
We've seen that Cullen can be incredibly tender and gentle. He especially appreciates having the ability and the safety to do so, emotionally and physically. He isn't ashamed of showing his gentle side - he cares for you more than anyone or anything else - but that doesn't mean he won't glare someone like Jim down if he tries to interrupt. The more comfortable he gets with you, the more likely you will see him become even more gentle. He is far more soft-spoken and sometimes even delicate in the way he touches you. 
H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
His hugs are bone-crushing but one of the safest feelings in the world. Some of his hugs can be quite gentle and tender like he's afraid he'll hurt you, but usually, they are more solid, as if he wants to cement you there.
I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Cullen feels it quickly, but that doesn't mean he'll say it. When he falls, he falls hard. He doesn't mean to, it's only happened once before and went horribly wrong. He'll try to deny it to himself, also going through self-doubt, thinking he isn't good or deserving enough to have that happiness, but he will sometimes pine for the Inquisitor. Once the Inquisitor is in a relationship with him, he is anxious about when to reveal his feelings, but he will do so in a quiet moment, like cuddling together in bed. However, he'd much prefer his partner be the one to say it first. 
J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)
As alluded to before, he has a lot of self-doubt and self-loathing as he questions whether he deserves love after everything he has done. Early in the relationship, it would hurt, but he would tell himself that you are making the right decision…but that doesn't mean he'll give up entirely. As he becomes more secure in the relationship, he is more likely to get jealous despite that security because he knows what the two of you have built. He is more likely to step in verbally or give some light PDA.
K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)
He kisses many ways, but they tend to be either tender or passionate. There's not quite an in-between. Expect a lot of stolen kisses, especially if the two of you have or are busy. He loves kissing on the hand, wrist, neck, and behind the ear, anywhere he can.
L: Little Ones (How are they with kids?)
Cullen feels very awkward around children. He's never disliked them, and he was a good brother to his siblings. Some of the younger templars looked up to him during training. However, after becoming a templar, he sort of "lost" his ability to relate to children. He's kind but stiff around them. Sometimes, he could briefly imagine having a child or two of his own, but that was always a fleeting thought. It wasn't until meeting the Inquisitor and reconnecting with Mia that he truly wondered about having a child. He wants it, whether through birth or adoption, but he would never force the Inquisitor into anything. 
M: Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)
Cullen gets up early. He usually has his armour polished and on, training completed, and reports from the night before reviewed by 7:00 am. He often forgets to eat breakfast or munches on rations or jerky. Cassandra, Leliana, Josephine, and now the Inquisitor all make sure he eats breakfast.
You're a "bad" influence in that he wants to sleep in or stay in bed and cuddle longer. His new time to complete his routine is a whopping…..8:00 am. Since leaving the Inquisition together, he sleeps a bit later but still prefers to wake up early. 
N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)
That man does not sleep. He just doesn't. It's like it's a foreign concept to him. However, it is not all workaholic tendencies. Sometimes, it's to avoid the nightmares he's had for well over a decade. Other times, the lyrium keeps him awake. Even when you pursue a romance with him, he struggles to stay in bed only because he can't shut his mind off, but a nice massage, cuddles, and or sex tends to quiet those thoughts. Otherwise, he's content watching over the Inquisitor.
O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Cullen is extremely private about himself. He reveals things incredibly slowly, but sometimes, his most personal moments come out at the most inopportune times when he doesn't have a choice but to reveal them, as seen with his lyrium addiction or his nightmares. These moments are incredibly frustrating to him, and he detests them when they happen. That's why, despite his discomfort, he is telling himself that he must be far more open and communicative so he has power over what to share, what not to share, and when to do so.
P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Believe it or not, Cullen can be irritable and angry. Most of it is the lrium, but he holds everything inside of him until eventually, it comes out whether he wants it to not. Usually, it's a whole series of events that cause him to eventually snap, but it is possible for something triggering to cause him to explode or shut down.
However, he is incredibly patient in most situations, but he is not perfect. He will not tolerate many things, as seen with some of the more annoying chantry members in DAI. 
Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget? )
Cullen sometimes struggles with his memory due in part to the lyrium but more so because he has so much on his mind. However, he will make you a priority above all else. Unfortunately, he punishes himself if he forgets or gets something wrong. Overall, he commits everything he can to memory, and as his lyrium cravings subside, he is more clearly able to remember things. He wants to know everything you're willing to share, whether it's your birthday, favorite color, favorite food, best battle tactics, or favorite ways to turn you on.
R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
It's a difficult memory for him, but the relief he felt when the Inquisitor revealed they still cared for him despite his lyrium addiction and his trauma. It's not the most romantic memory, but it is a meaningful one. More positively, he loves how he surprised you with that first kiss on the battlements… until Jim interrupted. The morning after he and the Inquisitor slept together was also dear to him. 
S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
We know and have seen how protective Cullen is. He is ready to give up his life at a moment's notice if needed, especially if it's for the Inquisitor. He was willing to leave the Inquisition because he felt he was a liability to it and the inquisitor. He is incredibly selfless and self-sacrificing. He's also not afraid to voice his opinion in defense of his partner. As for him, he doesn't really expect anything in return. However, he already thinks you protect him by looking out for his well-being, whether it's the lyrium, his anxiety, eating, sleeping, etc. He also greatly appreciates it if you speak up in defense of him for whatever reason, but he never expects it.
T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, and gifts?)
After much worrying, he would fret about it and might turn to someone like Josephine for help or even Varric, Dorian, or Leliana. However, he is capable of giving gifts on his own, planning outings, as seen with the lake and giving his lucky coin to the Inquisitor. He definitely tries, but he's always worried he'll fuck it up somehow.
U: Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?)
He does have a temper and when hurt, he can lash out. We've seen this when he threw his lyrium kit against the wall, nearly hitting the Inquisitor. However, he works very hard to keep control of it. His anxiety and self-doubt can also be a problem, but again, he tries to hide these feelings as best as he can.
As for an actual habit, his pacing and constant movement can be anxiety-inducing to some. His office has a pacing track on it. 
V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He knows he's handsome. He sees the way people look at him and treat him. He's not stupid. We know he styles his hair, but I think PART of that is due to some insecurity about his curls. Other than that, he focuses on the upkeep of his armor, but that is habit and perfectionism. Besides his hair, he doesn't spend much time on his appearance.
W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He would convince himself that he would. He never expected you to return his feelings, but he knows he would be crushed if you ever left him. He would respect your decision but doubt that he'd ever feel whole again as he'd be unlikely to trust himself with another partner.
X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)
Cullen secretly has a sweet tooth, but he doesn't want anyone to know that. Still, he wouldn't mind being given sticky buns or a pastry. (He's lying. He will devour them.)
Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
We know he mumbles, tosses and turns, and has nightmares and insomnia. The poor guy has it all. However, he also sweats and overheats easily. This all improves as the lyrium addiction subsides. However, one thing that does not change is that he overheats easily…………………………….but still wants to cuddle. Once he has his arms around the Inquisitor, good luck getting up.
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housemdork · 25 days ago
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house md rewatch: 2x07, "hunting"
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i can't wait for what a certain moot has to say about this one :) <3
i find this episode Very Crowded but, fortunately, there's a clear frontrunner for what to focus on - doctor allison cameron, ofc. there are plenty of stacy developments to account for, and more ways to diagnose house, yet the entire watching experience had me itching to pan back to her ordeal (and chase's, by extension).
what i took away from 2x07 was that it's another installment in the "can people change?" question, and it draws a new line between house and cameron, despite them both responding in tune with one another. the answer is no, but one character won't test any hypothesis contrary to his preexisting beliefs, whereas the other makes desperate, failed attempts to do so.
house opens the episode with the lie: "people change." his change arc in 2x07 was a farce designed to manipulate stacy, setting the no-change precedent for the episode. it's extra sad to me that she can't immediately see through this lie like the audience can (yay, effective dramatic irony!) because so much has, in fact, change about house in 5 years, just not in the direction that he's pretending.
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wilson, annoyingly, does nothing to help or hinder house's scheme to get stacy back by violating her privacy and reading her therapist's notes. he feigns disinterest and disappointment until house mentions that, according to the notes, mark and stacy haven't been sleeping together.
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do i bother to comment on how wilson is always the one to judge the merit of a relationship based on sex? or do i chalk it up to 2000s humor + the fact that he's a gross cheater and has a one-track mind? all signs point logically to the latter, but i can't help but make the note about wilson and transactional romance & domesticity. what i will do is link my post about wilson's encounter with asexuality, and how it rocks his view of how this kind of relationship can exist, even if, textually, it ends up being acephobic in the end. we take what we can get in this house, i guess (spoilers for 8x09).
i'd be remiss if i didn't mention the first definitive gay joke that introduces a comically flamboyant patient (more on him later!). in isolation, it's very funny haha 2000s, but with the foreknowledge that wilson moves in with house in the not-so-distant future, i think it's pretty poignant, the image of them both leaving house's apartment in the morning post-dissection of another couple's domestic troubles.
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anyways.
house and stacy's bonding over a stray rat - the beloved steve mcqueen - is such an odd way of characterizing house's place (or lack thereof) in their relationship. maybe i'm not reading it right lol. he's a pest. he engenders sympathy in stacy, sure, but mark, the one whom the rat antagonizes, plans on killing him. not only that, steve mcqueen has been poisoned not by what house presumes is mark's smoking, but stacy's. if this weird textual device doesn't spell out toxicity, i'm not sure what does.
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stacy, for now, saves herself by seeing through house's farce. this episode does good work in reminding us that house is kinda shitty without absolving her half of the almost-affair. house explains to wilson that he goes over to stacy's place whenever mark is away dealing with his new disability; on both house and stacy's part, this is shockingly shitty. while mark does the very work that house refused to/struggled to, he's being hurt without even knowing.
when he starts hurling accusations at stacy that she let this happen (she did), and demands that she admit that she let this happen "because you want to be with me," she says that, "i don't anymore." i love this line, simple as it is, because it shows a capacity of stacy's that not many other characters in house's life have: the capacity to leave. obv their saga isn't over yet, but i can't help but think about how nothing but house's Typical Tomfoolery is enough to get wilson to come back in 5x04 after a very similar confrontation.
MEANWHILE, AMIDST ALL THIS INTERPERSONAL DRAMA, cameron is potentially infected with HIV when kalvin, the patient, coughs blood on her. the unfolding events are, imo, highly understandable. she avoids any conciliatory remarks from the team or any external comfort. instead, she takes kalvin's advice to live a little, so to speak (more on his exact words later). she takes meth! from kalvin's stash that was supposed to be destroyed!
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here, cameron's change is the extreme version of house's, so much so that it needs ushered along by meth. he tries to change for an angle; cameron tries to change out of self-preservation. kalvin has told her that she will become "a new person" with drugs, and in the face of a radically changed life against her will, she seeks this change out. my read is that she's angry to find that her moral compass is fundamentally a part of who she is; she can't forgo the pain/weight with any escapism.
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interestingly enough, her sleeping with chase isn't something she "wouldn't do" if she wasn't on drugs; it's something her high-strung convictions wouldn't let her do. we saw as early as 1x03 that she has this side to her. after telling wilson that we can't control our emotions, just our actions, in 2x06, this is such a brilliant way to up-end that principle.
unfortunately for cameron, this is escapism, not change. she's embodying the greg house experience, just in acute form - she can block out her nature and her reality, but only for so long. when she returns to work, she's just as much of a guiding light for the team as she was before. it's only her delivery/intensity of emotions that have changed.
she's angry with kalvin for lying about his history but, more than that, i think she's angry that nothing has genuinely changed within her. kalvin promised something new, but now she's still the moral compass, just with a raging hangover:
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she delivers the strongest line of the episode here, too: "you want to kill yourself? fine. but stop recruiting." she sees through the escapism that kalvin - and house! - propagate. it doesn't solve anything.
pivoting to kalvin, specifically, his story is partially why this episode feels so crowded, because he makes another bold claim that defines not just 2x07's conflicts, but a lot of season 2 thus far. he tells cameron, on the subject of her lifestyle and drugs, that, "love is love. satisfying is social validation." cameron's life is only satisfying, in kalvin's view, atp, but don't so many of house md grapple with this innate difference? let's make a list of how this applies to season 2:
what even is love atp? we've spent 7 episodes debating the answer now among almost all of the characters.
wilson has been the persona guy so attached and damaged to his lies in his personal relationships. he can claim sexual satisfaction with his wives and in his affairs, but that's not love, even by his own 2x06 metric. also, he's gay.
stacy claims that she's satisfied with mark, but nothing more. it's clear that she's misusing "love," and for all of house's scheming on that front, i'd say he's right that she's unfulfilled.
judging by cameron's interactions with kalvin and her choice to act on his advice, she wants to want more. she wants to be rid of the burden her convictions carry. she's satisfied and doesn't know (yet) how to pursue the love kalvin speaks of.
house. meanwhile, rejects such social validation in favor of the Love alone. he won't compromise and would rather be shut out entirely than settle. this is very love/hate binary of him, which we established in 2x06, as well.
lastly, this applies to chase's dilemma in sleeping with cameron - it was more than satisfying, but can it be real, if she wasn't truly herself? i'll leave it at that for now. don't want to get ahead of my future recaps!
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allow me to conclude another mammoth-sized recap with something that's near and dear to me, and something we take for granted: house is queer. this episode is very important in establishing that. he's so much like the patient that it's crazy. i'm arguing that simply by comparison alone, 2x07 is the most definitive avenue for reading house as queer that we've seen yet.
house seeks escapism from responsibility and regret just like kalvin. house seeks Love, not social validation. house feels preemptively excluded from that social validation in the first place on account of an irrefutable part of himself - his disability. house is socially othered but leans into it, like kalvin. house pretends not to be bothered by said othering when, from the very second episode, we see that this is another farce. house's physical/social difference is the source of familial trauma and unrest; house's resulting irresponsibility harms those around him, like kalvin's. house's irresponsibility is not cut/dry his fault; neither is kalvin's. they both take drugs to alleviate the ways in which they're isolated. cameron, point-blank, deconstructs this as total bullshit.
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there's something overwhelmingly cathartic about this scene. house wielding his cane to choke out a homophobic dad who would let his son die rather than take a quick blood test? gold. and yeah, i argue that the dad is kinda shitty. the reason why kalvin couldn't help his mom is linked to his sexuality, and, in chase's words, "our bodies aren't donor farms for our parents."
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beyond that? house is kind to kalvin. he's kinda disinterested in his sexuality apart from how AIDS plays a part in his potential diagnosis. plus the fact that he has a gay "stalker" in the wake of the AIDS crisis and the resulting social abuse and discrimination is treated a lighthearted, ordinary component of his life.
tldr: in a very 2000s tv sort of way, house md draws a meaningful parallel between 2 forms of discrimination, ableism and homophobia, and dares to suggest that it's front man may be queer.
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walpu · 1 year ago
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hey, hey, I don't know how many times I've read your post "pre-relationship" especially aventurine part (omg i love how you write abt him 😭). I wonder how it will be once they are in a relationship and the kissing part please :3 thank u and have a nice day!
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Hope you'll enjoy this post too💛💛💛
being in a relationship with Aventurine
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characters - Aventurine notes - gn!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort (do I even write something other that hurt/comfort for him lmao), no beta
can be seen as a part 2 of this post but it can stan on it's own as well
Aventurine
It would take quite some time for Aventurine to move from the pre-relationship stage with you. Will dance around the subject, throwing hints and flirty remarks but as for making an actual move? Oof.
Would cling to your side and shamelessly say something like "aww, can't get enough of me? people may think we're dating <З unless that's what you want them to think haha"
Pathetic. /affectionally.
But seriously, he really wants to be sure that you like him before making a move. That you like him, not his money, not the idea of him. At least that's what he tells himself. And while this is part of the reason, the actual thing is that he's simply... confused. He's already more vulnerable around you than he ever was around anyone else. And dating means being even more vulnerable.
While he yearns for this genuine connection he's also a scared of it. Tim Kreider wrote the line "If we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" about him actually.
It would take some time for him to get used to being in relationship. In the previous post I've mentioned that he, most likely, had some short flings in the past. I seriously doubt that he ever had any serious relationship before you though. It's so new to him. At first it would seem like nothing has changed between the two of you at all. Surprisingly, it looks like he even became a bit more distant.
Aventurine doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention to your relationship since it will only endanger you. Plus he doesn't want to overwhelm you. Plus he doesn't want to overwhelm himself. Plus he is scared shitless.
He can't help but feel that he looses everything he holds dear. After all, it's been like that for all of his life. And he simply can't loose you.
Mini spoiler for his leaked character story, but there is a moment there when he looks at the aventurine stone Diamond gave him and he realizes that despite the fact that he worked so hard for it, now that he has it, it holds no real value since it doesn't fill the emptiness inside of him. Logically, he knows that this won't happen with you. He loves you too much. But there's this subconscious fear inside of him that he's just so messed up inside that he simply would not be able to love you like you deserve.
Be patient with him, this mans doesn't know what he's doing. Don't give up on him and he'll crawl to your side, holding onto you for dear life.
Once he will calm down a bit, he'll make it up for all those times when you were the one reaching out to him. Texts you, calls you, arranges spontaneous dates.
In the beginning of relationship would spoil you with expensive gifts. He knows what it's like to have nothing so he doesn't want you to ever feel this way. And the best way to prevent it? To make sure that you will have anything and everything. Maybe it's a subconscious way to bribe you. Maybe. Not like he realizes it himself.
Once he'll feel more stable and more confident, his gift giving tendencies will get less overwhelming. He still like giving you gifts but now he picks and chooses. His sugar darling deserves only the best, after all.
Acts all clingy, playful and unserious but actually listens to your every word and is ready to fulfil your every need.
Is actually very caring. Shows his care by pestering you and easing you tho.
If you feel down, will sit stay by your side. May randomly start tickling you, if you're ticklish. If not, will find another way to touch you in a playful and somewhat annoying way. After you cheer up a bit, Aven will put his chin on your shoulder and hugs your waist, softly asking what happen and why is his dearest darling seems sad.
As for kisses. Aven will loooove covering your face with butterfly kisses. And not only your face. Will randomly grab your hand and kiss your knuckles and fingertips. If you've made a mistake of exposing your shoulder then be ready for it to be kissed endlessly.
Adores kissing those parts of your body that are usually covered with clothes. It feels fore intimate for him.
And if you have freckles or/and beauty marks. Oh well. Will trace them with his fingertips, connecting them with some invisible lines and sometimes gasp playfully, saying that he found his constellation. Just a silly little guy being a silly little guy.
So touch-starved it's unreal.
Has very mixed feeling about his tattoo being kissed. Would feel... weirs if you would kiss it during your casual cuddling session. He exposes it for the world to see, yes. But still, when it attracts attention of someone who knows the meaning behind it... Makes him a bit tense, it catches him off-guard. However, if you kiss it after a lovemaking session or when he shares some painful memories with you, he will feel reassured.
Will slowly start crawling out of his shell when he's with you. Before he only shared some brief memories of his past with you, now he'll start slowly opening up about other, much more painful stuff.
It still happens randomly and out of the blue. He remembers something, he tenses up. But now, instead of repressing this feelings, he shares them with you.
Don't push him too talk, he'll slowly open up on his own.
Loves waking up next to you. Especially if you're still asleep. Seeing the sun shining on your face fills him with love and tenderness. Only with you by his side he feels truly safe.
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