#live smarties reaction

[godfistgonnalive]

all i do these days is eat smarties and play ultrakill

[hectorthedoggo]

hi so i wrote :D Another chapter of wingfic!!

[lurkingshan]

Tender Light Eps 1-4

Shoutout to @dangermousie for putting this show on my dash and pointing me to where I could find it, because this is extremely my shit. Zhang Xincheng’s presence alone was enough to peak my interest, but it's also a smarty paced mystery thriller with a noona romance and some truly gorgeous cinematography. I am already hooked.

There are a few things about this drama that stand out to me in particular:

The visual filmmaking is quite stylish and so many of the shots are absolutely beautiful

It has several mysteries stacked inside each other and a strong command of the details and carefully paced reveals for each

This story is dark and very interested in the corrosive power of mean-spirited gossip and the damage it can do in a community

The ML's attraction to the FL is raw and intense and explicitly sexual in a way I rarely see in cdrama, and I like both how much his natural interest and sympathy for her seems based in them both being town pariahs and how the gossip still warps the way he sees her despite the fact he of all people should know better than to believe what others say

The show is intentionally juxtaposing his sexual attraction with the physical and sexual violence the FL experiences in her marriage and the unwanted advances she receives from other men, in some ways he is no better than the rest

All of the characters are morally grey, there are no clear heroes or villains and it feels like everyone is both kind of right and kind of wrong about the things they believe of each other

It's also got a thread going about bias and abuse of power in policing and I am curious to see how far they take that

I'm finding this super compelling so far and the storytelling feels confident. I rarely watch cdramas live, but this one feels worth following along, sitting in each narrative beat, and having time to digest the reveals and the constant wtf reaction they inspire. This story feels like an onion with many layers to peel back and I want to get to the center.

[heartbot-2002-2024]

Ladies and gentlemen, please introduce my new characters

They're all raccoons. I'll tell you about them in order

Smarty is a very smart raccoon who understands literally everything in the world. He was born to his parents named Marry and Fuzzlebut. But when his younger sister turned 5, he, along with his mother and sister, left his father, as his mother divorced him and married another raccoon named Clinton. When Smarty became a teenager, he and his sisters began to live because Doctor (DATA DELETED) sent Marry and Clinton to other eras. But Smarty and her sisters managed to escape from him. A couple of years later, he meets Cowardbot who wanders around the globe after leaving his "fathers". The smart guy invites him to join them, that he agrees with him. Initially, the Smarty and Cowardbot had a brotherly relationship, but much later they became a couple. Smarty looks a bit like Kuromaku from "13 cards" in his hairstyle and clothes. It is known that he received the gray eye color from one of his biological father's parents

Marry is an ordinary raccoon who loves her three children. In her youth, she fell in love with Fuzzlebut, but her parents told her not to marry him, but she did not listen to them and married him and had two children with him. But after the birth of the child, she gradually began to realize that her husband did not want to help her with the child at all just because of his laziness. She already wanted to leave him, but her husband impregnated her and she eventually gave birth to a second child. When her daughter turned five, Marry couldn't stand it anymore and eventually divorced Fuzzlebutt and she thought to herself, "What a fool I was. I married this idiot. But my parents told me, don't marry him." Later, she married Clinton, who was a very pleasant raccoon, and gave birth from him daughter Marine. When her children became teenagers, Doctor (DATA DELETED) attacked her and Clinton and she got into the era of Zhanna Dark, and Clinton in another era

Fenya is the younger sister of Smarty who was born to her parents and left with her mother and brother from her father because her mother filed for divorce to her first husband

Marine (belongs to Sega) is the daughter of Clinton and Marry. In her teens, she began to live without parents, along with Smarty and Fenya

Clinton is a very nice raccoon who married Merry and they had a daughter, Marine. After Doctor (DATA DELETED) attacked him and Marry, he fell into the era of Ancient Egypt

Fuzzlebut is an ordinary fat raccoon who only likes to be lazy, have fun, eat and sleep and does not like to help others at all. His full name is Mister Otto Von Fuzzlebut. He married Marry just for the fun of it. When Smarty was born, Fuzzlebut didn't spend any time with his son at all, not even his daughter after she was born. When Marry told him that she was divorcing him, he only had a reaction of "hee-hee" and "ha-ha". Later, he gets to the village where Sonic and his friends live, has fun with them and then goes his own way. Fuzzlebut is named after a minor raccoon with the same name from the cartoon "Littlest Pet Shop"

[clonebrainrot]

Season 1 episode 5 Rampage live reaction and review.

Omega continues to be adorable overall the episode gets an 8.2

Live reaction and thoughts below the cut

So another episode begins

Rampage

You know I didn’t realize how many of these episodes start with the Maurder in space

Boo cid mentioned!

Also what Jedi worked with Cid you think? Quinlan? My money is on Quinlan

You know I just kinda miss ord mantell

Hey it’s the two guys from the Ahsoka episodes

The bar music is great on the bad batch

Look it’s the lizard who would make a great pair of boots

Your cid. Your sharper than your comrades

Force sensitive clue number 4

Also Omega pointing at cid is so cute

You know her saying I have never had clone deserters come to me makes it seem like clone deserters aren’t the rarest thing ever. I would love to know of more than just slick and Cut Lawquane

Clearly the kid is the brains of the operation (yes she is a smarty)

Jesus Christ I hate cid. She sucks and I am not just saying because she betrays the batch she just sucks. Even this early on.

What’s a slave trader? Someone who sells people for credits. Oh like the fucking Kaminoans did to you? Why does no one but Slick ever bring this up

Lol the way Wrecker says Kuat. It just sounds so weird. Also I think this may be the one and only time we hear Kuat said on screen

The bad batch loves monsters. There are two in this episode

Ah there he is. Bib Fortuna you suck ass as well.

I love how Omega made her doll a women like her. She truly is a bad batcher

You know I really think there are ways you could do some interesting things with the Zygerrian empire. It’s too bad Star Wars hasn’t done anything with it.

I know I have said it before but Omega is just so small this season

It’s getting looser (so many dirty jokes can be made with this line)

Huh interesting wrecker says “we are the cavalry” in this episode. Must have been a common saying by him

The Zygerrians got the Russian accent, the Twi’lek’s the French, and the Neimodians that bloody horrible Japanese. Can Star Wars stop with the stereotypical accents?

Moochi!

I wasn’t sneaking I was unlocking is a great line

That’s there problem! We are getting out of here! (This line could apply to so many things)

Echo has some great lines in this episode.

This episode is the last time we ever hear Tech translate. This is the first of many lasts. I am making myself sad

A baby rancor almost does more damage than an adult one

Hunter catching the whip is just hot as hell. He’s into some BDSM stuff if that electricity doesn’t phase him

And Omega gets her bow!

Also I just realized Omega barely uses her comm outside this episode

Wrecker is a beast. He’s going toe to toe with a fucking rancor. Maybe a baby but a rancor non the less

Also despite this episode reinforcing the Zygerrians=slavers this episode does break the trend of the falleen being gangsters as the ones in this episode seem to be farmers

Also Omega riding Moochi is just to cute

And so the plot thickens

Also what does new to the scene like how new is Fennec at the point this is all happening.

lol she is literally blackmailing them from the get go. Also that ending was one of the most abrupt I have seen.

[goshdangronpa]

In SDR2, Ibuki Mioda bites the dust as a result of Monokuma’s latest diabolical motive, the Despair Disease. This element, and Chapter 3 as a whole, remain controversial in the fandom. I’ve seen quite a few YouTube videos proposing “fixes” for the storyline (TinyLeaf’s thoughtful rewrite comes to mind). Many fans think the whole motive is too nonsensical to be salvaged. I happen to find it interesting, and I’d like to keep it in "I DISAGREE: An Ibuki Mioda SDR2 Protag Swap AU" … with a few radical changes of my own.

Down with the Sickness: Starting the Game with Despair Disease

First, let’s review the basics of the Despair Disease. It’s …

A motive! One of Monokuma’s ways to push ordinarily non-homicidal teenagers into concocting and enacting fiendish murder plots. I’m not sure if I’ll invent any new ones for this AU. The ones currently in SDR2 really compel me. That said, I’m definitely not just copying and pasting them. AUs are for bold rethinking, and I’d like to twist this thing around and freshen things up.

More literally, a communicable illness. While symptoms include fevers and fatigue, the standout side effect is a major reversal of the sufferer’s personality. Some say it turns people into their exact opposite, which seems … a bit simplistic, but it’s a good starting point. It might be most accurate to say that the infected is definitely not acting like themself.

Well … a bit bullshit. I agree with many of the criticisms often leveled at this plot device. The drama of Danganronpa comes from thoroughly fleshed-out characters taking desperate actions based not just on their circumstances, but on who they are and what they value or stand for. A magical personality rewiring doesn’t keep with that. Still, there’s something spicy about characters suddenly becoming different, becoming unpredictable, losing control over themselves …

So yeah, I’m keeping it for this AU. But I’m not keeping Chapter 3 intact. This most contentious of Danganronpa plot points will actually move to the very beginning of the story!

Well, almost. The beats of the beginning will stay the same, with virtually the only differences being that Mikan wakes up Ibuki (who foams at the mouth and faints from the island reveal) and they meet everyone at the beach (besides Hajime, who passed out cold). This story still needs those precious few days before things start really going downhill. Time for characters to discuss their options over communal breakfasts, explore their surroundings, and grapple with the reality of their new nightmare lives. Time for them to get to know each other … but not much time at all.

One morning, a few of them are acting out. Granted, they all still think of each other as a little strange, but this erratic behavior seems different. It’s not long before Mikan Tsumiki notices that those classmates’ foreheads are running hot, and Monokuma finally confirms that the first motive is a contagious illness. He’s stingy with details, asserting that the Ultimate Nurse and all these other Hope’s Peak smarties can figure out the details. What he will reveal is that it’ll keep spreading until another life ends through less natural causes.

What a world of difference this rearrangement of events would make! Consider: by Chapter 3, the characters (and the player) already know each other well enough to recognize exactly what’s happening with the Despair Disease. They know to be weirded out by Akane’s nonstop weeping, Nagito’s baseless conspiracy theories, and Ibuki’s mindless obedience. At this early point, (almost) no one will know what to think of their infected classmates’ behavior. Is it that hysteria is a symptom, showing differently in each person? Is it just a normal psychological reaction to an abnormal situation, exacerbated by high body temperature? Is it … something else?

That’s what Mikan and her brave volunteers, including our plucky protag, will spend Chapter 1 investigating. One change cascades into an entirely fresh chapter, and those changes in turn will affect the entire narrative.

To be clear, I’m not doing any of this to “fix” SDR2 Chapter 3. It’s not like I think I’m fixing SDR2 by recasting another character as the main! This is all a creative exercise, a writer’s playtime between the boring day job and more serious personal projects. With that said, I wonder if Despair Disease haters might get something out of what comes from this decision. I’ll share more of this story next time.

PREV: The Major Side Characters

NEXT: The AU Narrative's Chaotic First Three Mornings

[marinerainbow]

I have an ask!! (As always, ignore this if you want to ^^ )

What would the Toon Patrol's reaction be to, first of all- Herman disrespecting Poppy. And second of all, to Poppy SWEARING at Herman?? XD

Omg XDDD I love this ask so much

First of all, I'm gonna just automatically assume Poppy is buddies with the weasels in this ask. Because otherwise they wouldn't really care about some stranger getting disrespected by a baby, or blowing up on said baby 😅 (though maybe feel just a tiiiny amount of respect for said stranger standing up to a popular toon? But not enough to be swayed either way)

Ok so... They ain't happy. Not in the slightest 😅 even if she isn't actually in the gang, she is still a part of the gang. Even if they don't get along all the time, if you fuck with any of them, you gotta see the rest of them. That's how they roll. Granted, Herman is too known where they can't exactly do anything to him without consequences... But that doesn't make them any less upset. Might actually peeve them off a bit more XD

I'm just imagining somebody, probably Wheezy, has to hold Psycho back from doing anything- who is probably barking and snarling at Herman like a damn dog. Stupid gets tasked with picking Poppy up and getting her away from the disrespect, and comforting her if Herman did anything particularly mean. And Greasy and Smartass get to intimidate Herman and basically tell him that this transgression won't go without consequences. I'm not sure what they'll do, but I don't want to find out 😅

(I doubt Poppy is Herman's type, especially since she doesn't tolerate his crap. But can you imagine how worse they'd react if Herman actually started creeping on Poppy (Especially if this is one of the ships timeline)??? Holy crap-)

Now. Them reacting to Poppy swearing at Herman? Oh man XDDD

Smartass feels a small sense of pride for her. This usually passive woman finally explodes on somebody! And better yet, it was deserved (I doubt he cares about that, but he knows that at least Poppy cares so XD). Smarty is standing there, a bit shocked, before smiling and acting like a proud big brother like he's been training her this whole time how to yell at people XDDD

Psycho is also proud of Poppy. Even more so then Smartass is XDDD regardless if they are dating or are just friends, I can imagine Psycho really really really wants to see Poppy go feral on somebody. Especially since Poppy never blows up like the people he lives with can. So yes, he will hug Pops and tell her everything is ok... But right now, he's standing by the sidelines and holding up a camera- 'cause he knows the sight of feral Poppy are rare occurances, so he's capturing the moment while he still can XD

Wheezy however, is watching all this go down like a responsible parent friend would; staring at Poppy slack jawed and wide-eyed, wondering if what he just heard was real. He's not gonna get mad at her; for one, she's a grown woman and can curse however much she likes, but Herman also had it coming XD but he is concerned for Poppy. He knows that she is not going to be happy with herself later. Not to mention that this is definitely a sign that she needs some quiet time. So Wheezy would probably step over, offer to take her away from the source of her anger and give her a safe place to cool down... While also glaring at Herman and blaming him for this XDDD

Greasy is also just... Shocked about this. Might do that cartoon thing where he rubs his ears and blinks before looking back at the scene; did Poppy swear?? Did she say fuck!? Did she call somebody a motherfucker!?!? He doesn't even care that this somebody happens to be a famous star. The fact that Poppy swore at a living organism is enough to stop him in his tracks. But once he gets over his shock, I can see him clapping Poppy on the shoulder or something, regardless if she's horrorfied with herself, and acting like she just won the Nobel prize. Greasy is not a good influence XDD

And poor Stupid is the one that's the most scared for Poppy right now XD she's a nice lady! She's like a sister to him! And the mean baby made her cuss like his actual brother does on the daily. That isn't right. This has to be fixed. I can see Stupid hugging Poppy close, even when she insists she's better now and apologizing for her blow up earlier, and he's just trying to comfort her and tell her that she doesn't have to talk to the rude actor again. And if she does, he won't let her talk to him alone ^^

[slashingdisneypasta]

I keep thinking back to your Mr. Snake and Wheezy bromance idea, and now I must share with you the other pairings I've thought of to go with that AU XD

Ms. Tarantula and Stupid (Tarantula gets red because Snake claimed orange XD). Stu needs a cool big sister who can probably help him learn a few things! (She did say she mostly learned all her skills on YouTube. Maybe she can recommend Stupid some channels she thinks can help him out?) And I'm certain Tarantula would appreciate another big shoulder buddy when Shark isn't around ^^

As mentioned before, Mr. Piranha and Psycho. They both are the crazy members of their team. They both can appreciate a good brawl; maybe they even spar each other? (If so, I bet they'd both treat it as a free for all. They know the other can handle it XD) Also, Psycho totally nabs Piranhas cool things, but since Piranha comes from a huuuuge family, he just treats it like one of his little siblings 'borrowed' something of his. Psycho could use a sibling anyway.

Though I bet Mr. Piranha and Greasy would work well together too. They both bond over being the only Spanish speakers in their group (maybe even having the same POB? I can't remember where Piranha is from). Talking with the other makes them feel right at home ^^

I also like to think about Greasy and Mr. Shark interacting too XD like, idk maybe Shark offers to help Greasy learn how to talk to women. Greasy agrees happily, thinking that Shark is going to introduce him to a lovely lady. But no, it's just Shark in drag, taking him out on a 'test date'. At least Shark can make a convincing woman XD (Imagine if Shark became another messy bisexual awakening for Greasy. Ok I'll see myself out-)

And of course, the leaders themselves, Mr. Wolf and Smartass. Mr. Wolf isn't as insane as Smarty's team, and he's honestly relaxing to be around. So maybe Smartass wouldn't mind hanging out with him? Like these two meet up for coffee on Tuesdays to talk about... Anything, really. How their weeks went. How life is going on the 'other side' (Even though they're trying to be good, I'm sure that the Bad Guys miss something about their original lives. And I can see the weasels being curious about what 'good guy' lives are like for these former criminals now), etc. Smarty claims that this is just to make sure that Wolf and his crew don't report them to the police, but the gang sees right through that XD (these two better be ready to get called out by Snake and Wheezy XD)

One more thing before I leave. Imagine the Toon Patrol try their hand at turning a new leaf like the Bad Guys! It'd no doubt take a looooong time and alotta effort considering their crimes are a bit worse than the Bad Guys', but still. Maybe Wolf will have enough patience to help them XD though, if this wasn't a crossover and just an AU, who do you think from the WFRR universe could best help the weasels make a turn around?

!!! I love these so much!!

Aw, Webbs bein Stupid's cool big sister-type is unbelievably sweet! Imagine her meeting his BAMF S/O ^^ She's about to meet her, and she's thinking 'puh. this wont be good. i'm not gonna like her' and then 20 minutes later she and Bamf S/O's are best friends XD

Oh shit, Piranha and Psycho are actually so pure <3

MR PIRANHA AND GREASY SPEAKING SPANISH TOGETHER IS MY FAVOURITE. YES. LET THEM. L E T T H E M.

Omggggggg imagine Greasy's reaction 😂🤣 I cant, I cant, that's way too funny XDD It'd definitely be a spit take sorta situation. Mr Shark knew- he knew, that Greasy was not fit for any real strangers yet XDD Weasel is not house trained-

And YES XD Mr Shark will be so flattered... but also creeped out. Don't look at him like that Greasy, you're gonna get punched.

Smartass, Wolf- don't hide. Your friends will support your bromance, I promise XDD ... after they make fun of you a lil.

Omg!! I love this idea!! Toon Patrol trynna redeem themselves... oof. Okay, so I imagine Psycho and Greasy would have the hardest time- Smartass too, but if he's doing it then it was his idea, so he'll draw strength from within 😅 If Psycho and Greasy are doing it though, its probably cuz Smartass is making them- so their hearts aren't in it. Stupid glides by, he just needs to be reminded a lot XD Wheezy thinks he's gonna do fine... until Smartass or Wolf take away his smokes like 'We are turnin over a new leaf!! That means we aint doin this anymore! Yer a bad influence, what if I kid sees ya??'/'Nope. I'll take these. You know who hangs out in the alleys where you smoke?? Bad guys! C'mon, bud.'... then he's ready to throw his head through a wall.

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Are You There, God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester

Welcome to “I Think That Means Sam Is Grover: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

  Up today, s4e2: Are You There God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester.

 Dean’s not convinced Cas is who he says he is—not just because he’s having a hard time wrapping his head around angels, but also because he thinks it’s unfathomable that God would choose to save *him* or recruit him for anything. Meanwhile, hunters are dying off weird and bloody. Sam, Dean, and Bobby look into it and discover that spirits of the dead are being risen and bound to someone to do as they are bidden. The spirits of Meg, Victor, Ronald, and two little girls that Bobby couldn’t save come for the boys and Bobby, and Dean, in particular, is eaten up with guilt over his inability to save everyone. The episode ends with a late-night visit from Cas where he reveals to Dean that Lilith is trying to break the 66 seals that will allow Lucifer to rise. You could cut the sexual tension between them with a floppy feather.

 Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

  Lor:

 nnnngggg Cas

 Mace:

 CAS

 YAS

  Lor:

 LOL YES

Mace:

 this is a LONG intro

  Lor:

 I was just gonna say!

did they think people FORGOT?

 Mace:

 “because we have work for you” I have some work for you, Cas...

  Lor:

 LOLOLOL

 ooo Hunter living in a space that could just as easily be 25 years ago as it could be when it is set

 Mace:

 YES

 she looks amazing in that shirt

  Lor:

 YES

there is nothing like a woman in a scoop or v-neck t-shirt that fits her perfect

 Mace:

 YESYESYES

  Lor:

 "groped by an angel"

DEEEEEAN

 Mace:

 OMG

 DON'T EAT THAT DEAN

  Lor:

 "yeah, you just did, Dean"

Hahaha Sammy

 Mace:

 Fairy dust, Dean? I don’t think that’s PC

  Lor:

 omg Dean in his Henley over a t-shirt. he's all snuggy

 Mace:

 YAS

  Lor:

 HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

 the way he rubs his shoulder

 Mace:

 it’s not “cuniform” Bobby. Christ.

 YAS

  Lor:

 LOLOLOLOLOL

 Vegas money has been on yeah ALL ALONG. your incantations and shit WORK

 Mace:

 “who actually gives a crap about me?” OH DEAN

 oh DEAN HONEY

  Lor:

 RIGHT?

EVERYONE HUG HIM

 "I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties" oh MUFFIN

 Mace:

 aw, he’s an INTROVERT

  Lor:

 he IS

 "you're gonna get me some pie"

 Mace:

 YAS HE NEEDS PIE

  Lor:

 remember later when the bunker is full of strangers and he hides in his room? MY SOULMATE

 Mace:

 ALWAYS YOU ALWAYS FORGET THE PIE SAMMY

  Lor:

 RIGHT?

when has he ever REMEMBERED THE PIE

 Mace:

 HAHAHAH

  Lor:

 (actually my headcanon is that he never forgets the pie. he deliberately doesn't get it because he's a little brother)

 Mace:

 (oh i assumed that that’s actual canon because OF COURSE)

  Lor:

 no, Sam, she's a waitress at a diner who needs to know about angels

 (YES)

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA

  Lor:

 "something's up, huh?"

pets him

 Mace:

 YES

 ew

  Lor:

 yeah, seriously gross

 Mace:

 “they’ve redecorated. in red”

HAHHA BOBBY

  Lor:

 BOBBYYYY

 OMG Dean asleep and letting Sam drive

 Mace:

 YES

  Lor:

 nope. Victor would 100% appear to Dean first

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA

agreed

 ooof

  Lor:

 spooky kids. always with the spooky kids

 Mace:

 “don’t think at all” omg Dean

  Lor:

 YES

 Sam gets all in his head and fretful and Dean is all frantic nervous energy

 Mace:

 YES

 i love Bobby’s half creepy half cozy half absolute fucking mess house

  Lor:

 YES

 Mace:

 look, I don’t like demon meg much either, but lady? women can dress the way they want without judgment

  Lor:

 RIGHT?

 And she's not exactly not showing skin herself. like, don't be misogynistic and especially don't be a hypocrite about it

 Mace:

 EXACTLY

  Lor:

 ooooof Dean

hon, it's not your fault

not EVERYTHING is your fault

 Mace:

 he needs all the hugs this ep

  Lor:

 he really does

 he doesn't think he's a hero

 Mace:

 no he doesn't

  Lor:

 oh Dean

 Mace:

 yep

 SAMMY

  Lor:

 oooof

they are getting so beat up

 Mace:

 SMARTY DEAN

  Lor:

 oooo clever Dean

 Mace:

 they really are

  Lor:

 I call shenanigans on Dean being able to stand up straight and walk around (more evidence for our theory about when the injuries last)

 Mace:

 YES

  Lor:

 "I had a weekend off"

 Mace:

 YAS

 “you’re awesome” DED

  Lor:

 I love that Dean tells Bobby he's awesome

 YES

 "if he is out there, what's wrong with him?"

"why doesn't he help?"

I love that Dean has this crisis

AND that they come back to it waaaaay later

 Mace:

 I’m still having that crisis, Dean

  Lor:

 YEP

 "tourists"

 aaaaaah I love it when they say something at the same time

 Mace:

 YES

 They need Buffy to give them a seminar on apocalypses

  Lor:

 he wants to go to the Star Trek Experience. LET’S GO, DEAN. LET'S GET SHIT AT THE GIFTSHOP

 YES

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA YES

  Lor:

 "aim careful"

I love Bobby

 Mace:

 i love bobby

 HAHAHAHA

  Lor:

 HAAHAAAAHAHA

 awww Ronald

 Mace:

 oh boy

 “don’t talk” HAHAHA

  Lor:

 okay, Ronald, hon, I like you, buddy, and I KNOW Dean feels terrible about your death, but you are dead because of you

 YES

 Mace:

 yep

 “opium?”

  Lor:

 YES

and the little hand gesture he makes when Bobby tells him to go

 Mace:

 YES

  Lor:

 this is SUCH a good way to set up some of the major themes of this season. Sam's a monster, Dean doesn't think he's worthy

 Mace:

 AGREED

 but there isn’t any Cas and that’s a problem for me

  Lor:

 I think he shows up for a minute at the end?

 oh DEAN

his trembly lip I CANNOT

 Mace:

 omg DEAN

  Lor:

 I LOVE when Dean says no when someone asks if he's all right

 Mace:

 “you alright?” “no” the truthiest truth he’s ever spoken

 YES

  Lor:

 YAAAAS

 "I'm not a cheeseburger" SNORK

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA

  Lor:

 ...dammit. now I want one

 Mace:

 and now I want a cheeseburger

 AHAHAHAHA

  Lor:

 MACE

OMG us today

 Mace:

 YAAASSS

  Lor:

 where do they get these little girls who do the creepy thing SO WELL?

 Mace:

 RIGHT?!?!

  Lor:

 actually, you know what, never mind. I remember being a little girl. we dark as fuck sometimes

 Mace:

 SNORK!!!!

  Lor:

 Dean sleeps on the floor so Sammy can have the couch

(though I do not believe for a second this house doesn't have more than one bedroom)

 GOD Cas just leaning on the sink like that

 Mace:

 right?! what does bobby have in all those upstairs rooms!

 YASYASYAS

 “not dicks” HAHAHA

  Lor:

 "Michael Landon. Not dicks"

 YAAAAS

 LIAR. you are 100% there to perch on his shoulder

 Mace:

 YES

  Lor:

 omg Cas raising his hands and Dean's little "did I just threaten an angel of the lord?" face

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA YEP

there is SO MUCH TENSION

  Lor:

 RIGHT?

they are standing SO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER

 the LIGHTING

 Mace:

 YES

  Lor:

 the EXTREME closeups where you can't NOT focus on their lips and their eyes

 Mace:

 YEP

 Misha doesn’t blink and I love that

  Lor:

 and the Dom/sub undercurrent. I like this scene a normal amount vibrates at a frequency unknown to science

 YES

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA AGREED

 the way Dean gets uncomfortable when Cas leans in

  Lor:

 omg that lean in and "you should show me some respect"

 YAAAAAS

 Mace:

 YESYESYES

  Lor:

 and then he's gone and Dean's leaning on the sink

I cannoooooot

and the cut to him waking up on the floor

 Mace:

 sock-footed Sammy OMG

  Lor:

 the first time I watched this ep, I wondered if only Dean could see Cas

 YES

 Mace:

 oh INTERESTING

  Lor:

 which would have been an interesting way to go, at least for a little bit

 Mace:

 Ha! Cas as Snuffleupagus to Dean’s Big Bird I LOVE IT

  Lor:

 OMG YES

I need that fanart

 Mace:

 YAAASSS

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Smarty x Savy Dancing With Musical Notes & Hearts Around Them (2023)

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This Is Both A Drawing Request & Gift Art

Credit for Savannah "Savy" goes to Heartsissopure

Credit for Who Framed Roger Rabbit Movie goes to Robert Zemeckis

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I hope I did okay with this, and yes I gave Smarty some pants in this drawing.

as to what music could be playing as they are dancing...

I guess it could be anything, maybe like that one song I like from the first Hotel Transylvania Movie, that is either called “My Zing” or “Your My Zing”.

okay I decided, the song they are dancing to in this drawing, is that song. XD

I’m weird, and I nickname myself The Embodiment Of Weirdness.

the title of Embodiment of Ego, would belong to Grunkle Abel, which is what I’m viewing him as being the embodiment of ego now because of certain reasons....but anyway I hope I did okay on this, and I’m glad I was finally about to draw it a few days ago this month.

Smarty giving a wink does add something to the drawing, even if it might seem like they aren’t dancing, but they are still suppose to be.

maybe I will do another drawing of one of the Toon Patrol this year, I can come up with some ideas, like is it weird to fan headcanon Psycho from the Toon Patrol, as being a Nonbinary-Boy who’s pronouns are They/Them & He/Him.

if they ever make a new remake of the Who Framed Roger Rabbit Movie, but like handled by those who made two awesome Sonic Movies, where Eggman is Smart but Sassy, and has Agent Stone clearly crushing on the “good” doctor.

then maybe they could end up making Psycho into a Nonbinary Character.

Disney, as great as they can be, but they have their not so great moments at times, so if they form a partnership with Paramount, and let Paramount handle the remake of Who Framed Roger Rabbit or like a sequel that has Eddie and Dolores’s Great-Granddaughter or Great-Grandson in it as the main human friend of Roger who helps him and his wife, then that would be awesome.

I got to say this about the last episode of The Owl House, at least they didn’t pull a Twilight Sparkle or Star Butterfly...which one didn’t stop Celestia, Luna and Discord from turning three creatures to stone, and other decides to destroy the magic, and basically make magic the scapegoat, even if Star and her family had misused that very same magic.

don’t get me wrong, still love MLPFIM and SVTFOE, but I come to question their moral compass I guess, and if Sunset Shimmer were there just as Celestia, Luna and Discord were about turn living creatures to stone, then maybe she would of stop them......The Element Of Empathy is more important than we realized, and Chrysalis reaction to her forming a bond with Cozy and Tirek, but rejecting it, might have to do with her trauma.

anyway, if Disney and Paramount did form a partnership, where Paramount ends up making the new Roger Rabbit Movie, they could possibly make it just as awesome as the first and second Sonic Movies.

maybe even show Smarty using a cellphone, and when in the drivers seat with maybe Greasy sitting next to him.

his ringtone could play a song that could be anything...

maybe “I Make Those Good Girls Go Bad” by Cobra Starship...

Greasy’s ringtone, would likely be “Valentino” by Years & Years, and MNEK.

if there was a emoji I could use, it would be one with a smirk and eyes that  look to either the left or right....

I like that song, the first time I heard it, was I guess from a fan Hazbin Hotel Music Video Animation, that song just fits so well with that Overlord with the same name as the Valentino.

can you picture Valentino from Hazbin Hotel, hitting on Greasy from Who Framed Roger Rabbit...?

even if it would be in a Fanon Timeline, but still, can you picture the look on Greasy’s face....?

and picture Jessica and any other Girls that Greasy had hit on, watching and saying all at once “Not So Funny Now, Is It...?!”

that would be interesting to see, but anyway like I said before, I hope I did okay on this, I did try the best I could, and I think the stuff I added into the drawing really looks nice and awesome to me.

and I hope the one who this requested drawing is for, likes it. :)   

also even if one of the tags says “toon patrol weasels” it just as the one toon weasel person in this, but anyway when I can I might do some other drawings of The Toon Patrol. :D                                             

[thefirsthogokage]

Criminal Minds 2x06:

'The Boogieman'

Reaction/Commentary Below The Cut

Should have said this in the last post, but she had every fucking right to be angry at Hotch.

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Maybe what I don't like the most about this whole storyline is this scene with Elle right here at the beginning: her being perfectly fine - or saying she's perfectly fine, - and her whole attitude. The way her behavior is.

I really don't like the whole storyline in general, actually. I'll be glad when she's gone after this and Prentiss can come in.

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Oh yeah, Elle Fanning. Interesting to have an actor Elle in the character Elle's last episode.

She's the killer right? I'm not sure if I remember that from the first time, or if it was what I read recently about Elle in this episode.

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Aww, poor kids. Killer must be a coward if he's hunting kids. Or reliving something.

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Sending Hotch to find Elle? When she rightfully blames him for her getting shot? Bad call, Gideon.

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Once again, I will say what they do visually with this show is unique. Similar to CSI, but not exactly the same.

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"Lived in Arizona his whole life" is that what Derek said? Like yeah, but I would think you would say "he lived in the area his whole life".

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Please tell me this boys aren't going to run and leave the other kid alone when they are supposed to be using the buddy system?

Yup, they did. Assholes. They got him killed. Little fucking shits.

I hope this boy isn't dead. Let us have that win.

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I probably shouldn't have watched the episode because of the kids, but I needed to see Elle leave.

Wait was that the kid going to the door? Or one of the other two that egged him on? I can only remember the tall one being blonde-ish. Don't remember what the two two boy's faces well.

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Isn't the guy too big of a person to have done the killings? Didn't they say the killer was small?

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That's not how you pronounce recluse.

Poor Finnegan.

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They talk about Arizona like it's a city.

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He's trying to protect his daughter.

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According to interrogators, this scene is very, very bad. Only on TV.

Oh he isn't the father of the little girl.

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Gideon so far seems to be doing an interrogation style that would fit better with what actual interrogators do.

I could have sworn the little girl was the killer. I guess not. She's the final victim they have to save.

God the whole "groups of two thing was stupid. Should have been groups of three.

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GOOD GIRL! What a smartie!

You got this kiddo! Just last a little more! Keep moving! Use that adrenaline!

Kids are so much easier to subdue than grown adults with weapons.

Though absolutely insane that they will grab kid with a blunt weapon, but not tackle a grown man with one.

And I just gotta point out this kid is Ginger. What is it with this whole "evil Ginger" thing?

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Yeah, Reid, you absolutely fucking should have said something!

Yes, Derek, Elle made her own choice, but she was losing her shit, and she couldn't stop herself.

[zepskies]

Could this be a turning point for how M.M. sees Ben? 👀

So...short answer is yes! This chapter definitely explores that possibility and that potential for shifting how M.M. sees Ben, now that he sees how Ben has changed at this point. But yes, "dusty motherfucker" tickled me to write, so glad you shouted that out! 🤣🤣

“She considered that with a tilt of her head. “Let’s just see what happens here.”” — That’s actually very surprising coming from Grace, are the cogs in her brain already turning?

Oh very much so. She's waiting to see what happens to the reader, as she knows that if the worst happens, it could potentially make Ben spiral and become unpredictable.

But if she lives, then Grace still has the opportunity to steer Ben in a direction Grace sees as "optimal" (getting him out of the U.S., or using him to her advantage as she ultimately does.)

Lol Annie and Ben eyeing each other with "boyfriend vs. best friend" vibes. 🤣🤣

““So why’re you wasting time? Do your fucking job,” Ben snapped.” — I feel so bad for Ben, without her, he has literally nothing left 🥺 and even though we know how this is gonna turn out, I’m still so stressed out about her condition right now 😭

Such a good point here. That really is the stakes for him here, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. 😢😢

I hope they [Frank and Loco] get to have a moment with Pookie, they’re legit her adoptive family at this point.

Oh they most certainly do get their moment with her! And even if they walk away, they'll always have this connection.

I seriously love that you’ve brought up Lenny, and how Butcher sees him in Hughie! It’s such a key part of their bond.

That's one of my favorite aspects of Butcher. He has two soft spots: Becca and Lenny. And now, therefore, Ryan and Hughie.

Butcher and Ben appeal to me most, I think, because they're both these gruff men who potentially have soft centers, if you know what buttons to press. I always fall for the "hard man who's soft for their one person" trope. (Evidently lol.) 🫠🫠

LOL I love that you mentioned Tony. Fuck that guy. ✌🏽But I also love Frank and Loco's bromance. 😂😂 I love my stoic king and quasi-younger brother/wild card sidekick. And Frank just might get that nurse's # before he leaves the hospital. 😏 (shit, why do I wanna write a one-shot just for Frank now. 😂)

[About Ben and the "V" decision...]: This is a key moment for him for sure. He ultimately does respect her wishes, but if he had no other option he would've given her V24. Because you're right, he wants her to live more than anything else. She would've been pissed, but ultimately I think she would've understood why he made that decision (he couldn't take the possibility of losing her).

“Yeah, normal blood. A supe’s blood is stronger. Yours could probably heal her,” Frank said. “But, the only one who can break your skin is you.” — Oh shiiiiiit, fucken oath Frank you smarty pants!!! He’s doing more for her then Jon ever did 🤙

Literally. Frank coming in with the Solution! But nah, Ben don't give a flying fuck about things like decorum and boundaries and sanitary stations. 🤣🤣

“Grace, Annie, and M.M. stared after him with mixed reactions of confusion and curiosity.” �� Do they know that he donated his blood to her?

Yes they do! They're watching him walk off without a word, that's why they're confused. Like dude, you just got good news, where TF are you going? But it's because, again, he doesn't want them to see him express his emotions (overwhelming relief), which he does later by himself after he walks away.

“Just answer the question. Be honest for once in your motherfuckin’ life,” M.M. said. “Do you really think you’re a hero?” — Is this right here him making sure that Ben’s intentions aren’t malicious, that he legit just wants to help people?

This is M.M.'s way of judging if Ben realizes how much damage he's caused people in the past (namely killing M.M.'s grandfather and not even remembering or caring). And he's asking if Ben's attempts at heroism now are still just selfish, or if he wants to be better than he was. M.M. wants to know if there's truly more to Ben than just the "asshole supe" that made up Soldier Boy in the past.

"Do you really think you're a hero?" -- As we all know, the ultimate irony of supes in "the Boys" is that they're inherently selfish. They only care about what their power gets them. And Ben has been literally the original example of that.

“You grasped the pitcher, but the plastic actually crunched in your hand. You gasped and moved your hand over so the water inside wouldn’t spill all over you.” — I knew it! I wonder if it’s just temporary, it probably is aye?

Yep lol. Just temporary, but remember this scene! It's gonna come into play in something I have lined up for after BMD...

“Your hand slid down his arm and slipped into his hand. Your fingers curled around his palm.” — Brb, just gonna go and get some tissues for all this fluff so far 😭💖

I sent you all virtual ones for a reason! 🤧🤧 But yeah I for sure wanted to give Frank the ending he deserved, returning to his daughter. 🥹🥹

Though yeah, Ben did dock his pay for that "slip up" -- leaving her alone with Jon in the crumbling tower. But she didn't really give him a choice, to be fair, and Loco was already cut off from them. Though in hindsight, Ben probably wouldn't have cared about the semantics. 🤣

“Well, he got a quick death,” he said. “Better than he fucking deserved, far as I’m concerned.” — Ben sweetie, you’re missing the mark a bit…

Oh def, but he figures it out eventually. 🤣

This is all melting my heart, it really feels like things are simmering down now (hopefully I’m not wrong lmaoo).

Hmmm, well sort of! 🤣 There will be some more angst and action in the last chapter, followed by an insurmountable amount of fluff. ❤️

I find it so sweet that he naturally assumes they’ll remain living together, it means (even though we already know, Pookie might not yet) that he wants his life with her mwahahahaha!! 😏🫶

LOL like it doesn't even enter his head to ask. Or he just skips right to this because he doesn't want to give her a chance to say "no." 😂

“Ben stared back at you in annoyance. “You need to broaden your palate.”” — His rich boy brain is showing 🤣

Oh, 💯💯 😂 But her doubt is momentarily painful. Omg I do the chin thing more often than I realized. 😂😂 So glad you enjoy it though!! 😘

[On Ben having hope for the future]: Aww you're so right. That's exactly what it was. 🥹🥹

Thank you so much!! Ben's genetics are unique because like Stormfront (that Nazi bitch), they got the old-fashioned "super soldier" serum a-la Captain America. His cells regenerate, which is part of what slows down his aging process. So I thought, oh fuck that's the perfect cure/alternative to giving her V24 again, while also giving a way to heal Butcher and get Grace on board with making a new "deal" with Ben. I'm so glad you enjoyed how all of that tied up!!

As for the last chapter, well, suffice to say there be some angst ahead. 😭 But!! There's a lot of heart too. I promised you a happy ending, and that's exactly what's in store (eventually). 😂

As always, thanks so much my friend for your lovely comments!! Can't wait to bring you the Epilogue next week. 😘❤️❤️

Break Me Down - Part 17

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

AN: *Gives you a box of virtual tissues.* Just in case. 😘

Word Count: 6,000 Tags/Warnings: Macho angst ahead, hurt/comfort, major, major fluff…

Part 17: More Than Words Can Say

Mount Sinai Hospital was one of the largest private hospitals in the city. 

Fortunately, it was also the closest to Vought Tower, or what once had been the focal point of the superhero industry. It had been reduced to mere rubble and whatever dilapidated parts still stood. 

All the news outlets were covering the tower’s collapse, and speculating on what could’ve created the blast that made the entire city tremble—not unlike last year’s incident, when Soldier Boy killed the most powerful supe in the world.

In the hospital, M.M. walked through the Emergency Department until he found Yvette and her son, Devon. They sat beside each other on a single cot, now joined by Yvette’s husband Chris while she signed her discharge papers. She’d gotten off with a minor concussion and a bandage over her temple. 

“Just checking in on you guys,” M.M. said. Yvette smiled, but she asked about you. 

“She’s in surgery,” he told her. 

Yvette nodded, though tears welled up in her eyes. Chris rubbed her back and held his son’s shoulder. 

“Please call me with any news on her,” Yvette asked. 

“You got it,” M.M. said.

“And please,” she said, holding her son. “Thank Soldier Boy for us.”

M.M. paused at that. 

Seeing the family was well in hand, he returned to the trauma wing. There in the waiting room sat the whole team, minus Butcher, who’d been admitted to the hospital as well after the ED doctors didn’t like what they’d found on his lab reports. (But M.M. would look into that later. Hughie was with him now anyway.)

That left Frenchie, Kimiko, and Annie to wait for any news on you. Even Grace had arrived an hour ago. 

But M.M.’s attention was drawn to the dusty motherfucker standing near the hallway. 

Soldier Boy leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. The collar of his supe suit was undone to give his neck and chest some breathing room. He’d removed his gloves, and an empty gallon jug of water lied at his feet. 

He was covered in a fine layer of soot and grime, though he’d since washed his hands and face to the best of his ability. He was also flanked by his two hired men, Frank Cardoza and Lorenzo Rivales. 

Grace had run a quick background check on both, and as M.M. had learned, they were ex-Marines Soldier Boy had picked up in Colombia, while he was busy infiltrating a drug cartel.   

Fucking figures, M.M. thought, shaking his head as he watched the man. Grace stood and joined him.

“He’s not just gonna fuck off back to South America,” he told her. “You realize that right?”

She considered that with a tilt of her head. “Let’s just see what happens here.”

As if right on cue, your surgeon made his way down the hall and over to the waiting group. Ben pushed off the wall and went to meet him, as did Grace, Annie, and M.M. 

Annie and Ben eyed each other with mistrust and annoyance, respectively, but then he ignored her to regard the surgeon with a terse, expectant gaze.  

The doctor was a graying man in his fifties. He seemed to internally brace himself before he spoke, glancing at Ben first before the others. 

“We’ve repaired the damaged muscle around her right leg. The femur is broken. We also addressed the wound near her shoulder,” he said. “However, the rebar did nick her heart. She’ll need additional surgery to repair it.”

Ben sensed a but coming. He crossed his arms. “Okay, what’s the problem?”

The doctor gave a nod and a short sigh. 

“She’s lost a lot of blood,” he explained. “We’ve given her a transfusion, of course, but she’s in a delicate state right now.”

“So why’re you wasting time? Do your fucking job,” Ben snapped. Grace shot him a glance, but addressed the doctor herself.

“What are her odds, doctor?” she asked. Ben eyed her with a glare. She ignored him for the time being. 

“She needs this now. But, there is a chance she won’t make it out of surgery at this stage,” the surgeon replied. “The OR will be available in thirty minutes…so this would be the time to be with her, just in case she’s unable to get through this.”

“Excuse me?” Ben said. 

His tone was dark and deep with grit, and the doctor stepped back. No one dared attempt to hold Ben back, but Grace quickly thanked the doctor and urged him to move forward with prepping you for surgery. 

Loco shared a saddened look with Frank, who watched their boss with a deepening frown. 

Annie turned to Ben with a measure of sympathy, hidden underneath her irritation at his attitude and her worry for you. You were still her friend, and she felt guilty for how cold she’d been treating you lately. And she could see, at the very least, that this man cared about you. 

“Look, can you just calm down a bit? We’re all here hoping she pulls through,” Annie said. 

M.M. stood behind her, silent, supportive. But Ben just ignored her, and everyone else for that matter. 

He stalked down the hallway. And when he turned a corner, out of eyeshot, he growled and punched a hole deep into the closest wall.

Hughie perked up when Butcher finally started to rouse in his hospital bed. They had him on a hefty dose of morphine. 

He blinked his weary eyes, his head rolling over on the pillow. His lips quirked when he noticed Hughie, who was glaring at him. 

“Watching me sleep now?” Butcher remarked. “Pretty fuckin’ creepy, Hugh.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Hughie said. 

That was something Butcher couldn’t refute. He nodded. “I see they told you.”

“When were you gonna say something?” Hughie said. “When you fucking dropped dead?”

“Probably not even then,” Butcher teased. But when he took in the younger man’s face, all he saw was his little brother, Lenny. Butcher sighed. 

“Ain’t nothing any of us can do about it.”

“Fucking cancer?” Hughie said incredulously. “You could’ve gotten treatment.”

“Would’ve bought me a few more months, maybe,” Butcher admitted. That fell between them for a moment with stony silence. 

“It’s all right,” he added. “I’ve had my fucking time. Got to see the life drain from that golden cunt’s eyes…got to let my girl rest easy.”

Hughie didn’t buy that. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to. His eyes burned, both with emotion and determination. He stood from his seat and set out to find Grace. If there was anything that could help Butcher, she would know. 

While the others went down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat, Frank sat in the waiting room with Loco beside him and Dr. Baker’s briefcase on his lap.

He was sorting through its contents while Loco sat with crossed arms and slumping shoulders. He looked over at Frank’s stoic profile with a frown.

He was older, but not by much. They’d gone through one fresh hell after another together, and somehow, Frank always managed to pull their asses out of the wringer. It seemed Frank was trying to do the same for their boss. 

It was funny, actually. Soldier Boy wasn’t their first contractor. You were their first kidnapping though. Neither he or Frank had felt good about it when Antonio brought you back to the mansion in Medellin, but they’d agreed to do a job. Guarding you became part of that job. 

And yet, you had somehow reminded both Frank and Loco that they used to be respectable members of society. They used to have families, friends. They had once been soldiers. Good men. Maybe that was why they’d grown fond of you over the past few months. 

And Frank…well, Loco knew the man had his reasons for wanting to be done with this work. Loco couldn’t blame him; he was feeling tired himself. 

“Found anything good?” Loco asked in Spanish. Frank’s dark brows had drawn together in new interest.

“More than good,” he said. He looked up, but didn’t find Soldier Boy in the waiting room. “Where the hell did he go?”

Loco pointed to the reception desk. “Try asking someone.”

With a sharp sigh, Frank gave Loco the briefcase. “Guard that with your fucking life. Don’t let anyone from the CIA take it from you.”

Loco gave him a look of offense. “It’s like you don’t know me at all, bro. Fucking hurts.” 

Rolling his eyes, Frank got up and went over to the reception desk. 

“Excuse me,” he said. There seemed to be no one at the reception desk. Granted, it was late at night, and they technically weren’t supposed to be there. Grace Mallory had worked out an agreement with the hospital to allow them all to stay overnight. 

He didn’t have to wait too long though, as an on-duty nurse came over with a clipboard in hand. Her red hair caught his eye, along with her pretty smile. 

“Hi there. Can I help you?” she asked. 

Frank faltered, just for a moment. But he cleared his throat and met her eyes. 

“Did you happen to see which way Soldier Boy went?” he asked.

She gave him a wan smile and pointed down the hall, to the left. “That ‘a way. Think he had an argument with the wall over there.”

Frank followed her gaze and caught sight of the hole in the wall. He frowned. 

“Sorry about that,” he said. 

The nurse gave him a sideways look. “No worries, hun. It’s not your fisticuff outline in the wall, now is it?”

Once again, Frank didn’t know quite what to say to her slightly teasing smile. But he returned it, more reserved, but genuine. 

“Thank you,” he said, with a nod. Then he remembered then what he needed to do. 

And he took off brusquely down the hall. 

It took him a few minutes to pull his head together, but Ben eventually worked up his nerve to go and see you. 

You were still drugged out asleep, of course. He stood outside the large window of your private room in the Intensive Care Unit. He wouldn’t go in though. Part of him refused to believe it had gotten to this. 

And the reality, that this was his fault. He’d caused the blast that destroyed the tower. His fault he hadn’t gotten to you sooner.

“You are the reason I needed saving,” you’d told him once. 

You were right then, and it still held up now. 

So, no…he wouldn’t go in there, into your room. The truth was, he couldn’t. 

But Ben’s awareness prickled before he noticed, Frank had joined him. Ben tolerated it. While he wanted to be alone, maybe part of him (one he wouldn’t acknowledge) craved some kind of company. 

“You’ll get paid, don’t you fucking worry,” he said dryly. 

“That’s not the only reason I’m here,” Frank said. 

It felt like a confession. Ben didn’t reply though; he was focused on your pale face, covered by the breathing mask. Shallow puffs of air fogged the inside of it while your heart monitor clipped on.

“There’s another solution here,” Frank said. 

Ben gave him a cursory side glance. “She wouldn’t take Compound V. Not even to save her fucking life.”

“That didn’t stop you before,” Frank mentioned. 

Ben didn’t answer, but he’d been internally debating it ever since he’d spoken with the surgeon. 

“All right, get it over here,” he said. “The temporary stuff.” 

Frank rose a brow. He’d been curious enough to try testing the man. But now, he frowned.

“She won’t forgive you,” he pointed out. 

“What’re you, devil’s fucking advocate? She’ll get the fuck over it,” Ben snapped. 

But after his initial anger subsided…he knew his subordinate was right. 

“She’ll be alive to hate me,” he said, more honestly.  

Frank inclined his head. “There could be another way.” 

Ben glanced over at him. 

“She lost a lot of blood,” Frank said. Ben frowned.  

“They’ve given her fucking blood transfusions—” 

“Yeah, normal blood. A supe’s blood is stronger. Yours could probably heal her,” Frank said. “But, the only one who can break your skin is you.”

Ben eyed him in suspicion. “Who told you that?” 

“Read it somewhere,” Frank said evasively. 

Ben huffed in response, but as that realization truly sunk into his mind, his lips pressed together in new determination. He left Frank to start a brusque pace down the hall. 

He ignored the red-headed nurse calling at him at the reception desk when he shoved through a locked security door, into the OR unit. He searched until he found your surgeon and pulled him from the sink he was washing his hands in.

The man gasped with fright, though he tried to hide it looking up at Ben. “What the hell’re you doing?”

“I’m making a donation,” said Ben. He raised a blunt nail to his wrist. “You better hurry the fuck up, because I’m about to open a vein.”

It was morning by the time another doctor returned to deliver an update on your progress: the “treatment” was working. Your wounds had knitted closed within an hour following the blood transfusion, and you no longer needed surgery. They had also x-rayed your leg and found that the bone was whole once again. Even your broken ribs had healed.

Ben nodded at the news. He didn’t respond, and just started walking down the hall. Grace, Annie, and M.M. stared after him with mixed reactions of confusion and curiosity. 

“Where are you going?” Annie asked. She was exhausted; all of them were. 

The supe ignored her though. M.M. shared a look with her before he decided to follow the man. 

Meanwhile, Ben once again stopped in the middle of the hallway when he was out of view. He took in a slow, steadying breath of relief, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Congratulations. After today, you’re gonna get your statue put back up,” M.M. said.

Ben turned around to stare back at the man, schooling his face into a stoic frown. 

“Yvette and her son are going to be fine, by the way,” M.M. added, as he crossed his arms.

Ben paused slightly at that, filing that information away with secret satisfaction. 

To M.M., he merely raised a brow. “You got something to say, or are you going to keep wasting my fucking time?”  

“You think saving one black kid makes you a hero?” M.M. asked, point blank. “Taking down Vought. Saving her. What does that all mean to you?”

Ben frowned in irritation. “Why the fuck do you care?”

“Just answer the question. Be honest for once in your motherfuckin’ life,” M.M. said. “Do you really think you’re a hero?”

Silence fell between them. 

Ben didn’t know what it was about this guy. Maybe it was his persistence, or the fact that he’d pulled you out of the rubble and got you to a hospital in time to save your life. 

But Ben actually considered the question.

Killing Stan Edgar and Black Noir. Saving you. He’d done it all for selfish reasons. The kid…that was something else. His face stuck in Ben’s mind, how he’d trusted the superhero, like dumb kids were supposed to do.

But in that moment, carrying the tower on his back and knowing he was the only barrier between a mountain of hot rubble and this one kid…Ben hadn’t wanted to fail. 

And still. You are the reason I needed saving…

It wasn’t really saving the fucking day if he started it, was it?

Ben’s lips turned on a humorless smile. Still, he had saved the kid. And his mom. And you. For now, that was enough.

“Looks like I am,” said Ben.

But he met M.M.’s stare, briefly allowing him to glimpse beyond a wall of arrogance and pride.

And Ben walked away. M.M. watched him go in silent contemplation.

Grace intercepted Ben before he could visit you in the ICU. 

Christ. What the fuck now? he thought sourly. 

She gestured for a word, and with an annoyed look, he followed her down the hall.

“I’ll get to the point,” she said. “Butcher is sharing a floor with your girlfriend, down in Oncology.”

Ben raised a brow. That prick had cancer? Par for the fucking course, if he said so himself. 

“So?” he remarked. 

Grace sighed. She’d expected that reaction. “They’ve given him weeks, but the way he’s been pushing himself, more likely it’s days. Taking the untested Temp V long-term has had its adverse side effects…if you were to make another blood donation, I’ll make it worth your while.” 

So now his blood was some fucking wonder drug? Hell no, Ben thought. 

“You’re asking me to save the guy who’s double-crossed me, tried to hunt me down, tried to end me?” he said, with a dark, incredulous chuckle. “You can fuck right off, sweetheart.”

She grated at the sweetheart remark, but Grace leveled him with steely blue eyes.

“If it weren’t for me, you’d be on ice right now,” she pointed out. 

Ben’s lips pursed. He’d really like to snap this bitch’s fucking neck on principle…but then he thought about it. He could work this into his favor. 

“You know what. I’m having a good day, so maybe I’m feeling fucking generous,” he said. His mouth edged into a smirk. “But I think it’s time we renegotiated our contract. Don’t you?”

Grace stared up at him, and she inhaled a deep breath. 

“Fine.”

You slowly woke up in a hospital room, in a paper gown with an IV drip and a heart monitor. Which made sense, as the events of yesterday came back to you in a rush. 

But beyond feeling relieved to be alive, you also felt extremely well-rested. You didn’t feel like a building fell on you. 

What kind of masterful drugs are they giving me? You tried to read your chart on the wall, but you didn’t see any pain medication on there. 

Annie popped into your private recovery room. Her face brightened when she saw that you were awake. 

“Hey, hun! How do you feel?” she asked, lowering into a chair at your bedside. You wouldn’t know that this chair had been occupied by various members of the team over the past few hours, including M.M., Frenchie, Frank, and even Grace. 

“Great, actually,” you replied. But now you frowned. “I shouldn’t feel great.”

You remembered nearly being crushed under a pile of rubble. You remembered falling on a piece of rebar, and unable to move your crushed leg. You remembered the worry in Ben’s eyes… 

And panic stung at yours.

“Did they give me Compound V?” your voice shook when you asked. Annie calmed you down with a shake of her head and a reassuring hand on your arm. 

The door to your room opened once again. Ben’s frame filled up the doorway. When his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat. He was still in his supe suit, and with his hands resting on his belt, he strutted inside the room. 

M.M., Frenchie, Frank, Loco, and Kimiko came in behind him and at least looked showered. Ben looked like he hadn’t even done that much, nor slept all night.

“It wasn’t the V,” he said at last. “Just a little blood donation. Seemed to work like a charm.”

His resulting grin had a bit of charm in it as well. Your head tilted in confusion.

"Whose blood?" you asked.

"Mine," he said. His expression faded, slightly more serious.

You found yourself slowly smiling, though your brows still furrowed in surprise. He gave me his blood…instead of Compound V.

While you tried to wrap your mind around the gravity of that, you reached for the pitcher of water on the rolling tray beside you. You grasped the pitcher, but the plastic actually crunched in your hand. You gasped and moved your hand over so the water inside wouldn’t spill all over you.

Ben raised a brow. 

The room fell silent as all eyes stared at you. When the water finished pouring out onto the floor, you gently set it back down on the tray. 

“Seems you got some of his strength in the deal,” Annie remarked. 

“Great, there’s two of them,” Hughie quipped with a grin. 

“Well, that’s probably just temporary,” M.M. sighed. “Hopefully.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, and it brought a slight grin to Ben’s lips. 

After a bit of well wishing, everyone cleared out of your room to let you rest up…except for Ben, Frank, and Loco. 

“What are you guys going to do now?” you asked of the latter two. Loco cracked his knuckles. 

“Got another job lined up in private security,” he revealed. “I’ve lost the taste for drug running. Nearly lost a damn toe on the last one.”

You laughed. “Well, thanks for doing one more job here.”

“Anything for el Capitán,” Loco said, giving Ben a respectful nod. “He pays exceedingly well.”

You raised a brow at Ben, who shrugged with a cocky grin. Smiling, you turned to Frank, who was sitting in the chair beside your bed. 

“And you?” you asked. Frank gave you a rare smile. 

“Going home,” he said. “To my daughter.”

Your eyes began to sting, but you tried to blink away the beginnings of tears. You nodded and squeezed his arm. 

“Give her a big hug for me. And thank you again…for everything,” you said, even though you realized that thanking your former guard keep was strange. Still, there had been no part of your kidnapping that was normal in the least. 

Frank hesitated, but he covered your hand with his. 

Though he caught the way Ben’s face tightened, and Frank let go of you. He stood with Loco, giving you and Ben a final nod. Then the two men left your room and disappeared down the hall.

Part of you felt melancholy, like chapters of your life were closing. But you also felt like new ones were waiting in the wings.

Your gaze turned to Ben, who stood near your bed.

He was looking over your chart to see if the doctors needed anything else before you were discharged. But your soft voice called to him, earning his attention. You beckoned him closer.

He went over and sat down on the edge of your bed, laying a hand on your thigh. You reached out for his arm. 

“Thank you,” you said. 

Ben scoffed, though a hint of humor glinted in his eyes. “For what? Saving your reckless ass for the millionth time?”

“For saving Yvette and her son,” you replied with a smile. “And yeah, all that other stuff.” 

Your hand slid down his arm and slipped into his hand. Your fingers curled around his palm. 

“Really. Thank you…” 

Tears welled up in your eyes again. You still couldn’t fucking believe he opened up one of his own veins and gave you his blood. He gave a public hospital his blood in order to save you. 

He could’ve easily slipped you V24 again, or worse, the permanent stuff. But he didn’t just save you. He’d respected your wishes. 

What you wanted to say next got stuck in your throat.

Ben had something hiding behind his eyes, like he was reluctant to show you his real emotions. But when he focused on your face, his hand tightened on yours. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t speak. He only let go of your hand to brush a falling tear from your cheek. His lips twitched at a smile.

“Come on now, baby doll. You’re tougher than that.”

You choked on a laugh as more of your tears slipped down your warming cheeks. “Nope. I’m actually not.”

“Hmm. Could’ve fooled me,” Ben said. You matched his grin with a beaming smile of your own.  

Slowly, you pushed yourself up and took his dirty face in your hands. You guided him down to you, and you pressed your lips to his. 

He allowed it with his usual demanding, fervent kiss. But then it slowed. He held your wrist to keep your hand in place on his cheek, and his thumb drew bath and forth over your skin. 

You parted from him, pulling back enough to see his face. There was so much you wanted to say…but maybe right now, it was too much. 

You met him with another tearful kiss.

Before you were officially discharged from the hospital, you had one more visitor. 

Grace was once again there to debrief you. This time though, Ben sat at your side on the bed, a silent statue who regarded the woman coolly. He seemed to be tolerating her presence with more ease than usual, and you wondered why.

“You’re going on medical leave,” she informed you. “For three months, and then a psychiatrist will need to clear you for duty.”

Part of you wanted to argue, considering you were completely healed of your injuries. But you knew you needed a break from the S.A.—from all of this. 

“Your mother and sister will be brought out of witness protection soon, after we determine that the threat is sufficiently neutralized,” she said. “You can return home today as well.”

You could finally go back to your apartment…though the thought didn’t call to you as much as it should have. You glanced over at Ben.

“Is this the part where you try to ship him back to Colombia?” you asked. 

“That was the agreement,” Grace said wryly. You frowned, trying to blink away the tears forming once again in your eyes.

You didn’t want to lose him, but you also didn’t want to give up your life here. You didn’t want to leave the S.A., or your family, or your friends. Ben put you out of your misery, however.

“We renegotiated,” he said. 

Your eyes widened. “What?”

Grace explained, “In exchange for his assistance in another case, he can stay in the U.S. on a trial basis. As long as he agrees to live within the law.”

You didn’t entirely trust Grace. Ben would be watched at every moment. That was a given, but considering he still didn’t have full control over his nuclear power, you were surprised Grace would allow him free roam within U.S. borders. 

“And, provided, he agrees to a relocation. Preferably not in a densely populated area,” Grace added.

There it is, you frowned. You shared a look with him, and you could see he wasn’t entirely on board with this. You had no doubt he’d agreed to her demands by lying through his teeth. 

You turned back to Grace.

“What if he becomes a contractor for Supe Affairs,” you proposed. “There may be some fallout after Vought’s collapse, and more of their records to go through. Other labs to clear out. Ben would be a lot of help, if he’s willing.”

You glanced at Ben again. He met your eyes, then Grace’s, and he nodded marginally. He was getting bored of the heat in South America anyway. 

Grace heaved a sigh. Ben’s lips formed a smirk. 

“Oh, relax. I just ended Vought. You’d be an idiot not to cash in on that PR,” he pointed out. 

“Need I remind you that you caused the tower’s collapse?” Grace said tersely. “And you did not end Vought. There will be repercussions to this, believe me.”

Ben’s face tightened, but you grasped his hand. 

“But he fulfilled the mission,” you said. “He took out Black Noir…and Stan Edgar in the process.”

“The idea was to arrest him, but I get your point,” Grace said. Her hand raised to cover her mouth as she thought about your proposal.

Eventually, she spoke. “If you can play by our rules, then we’ll contract with you. But until you get that atomic bomb under control, you can’t remain the city. Upstate is the best I can do.”

Ben chafed at being told what he couldn’t do. What the fuck was he going to do in Upstate New York? Slowly rot to death in dusty-ass suburbia?

You shot him a knowing look, raising a brow. 

“It’s a fair offer, Ben,” you pointed out. His lips pursed in annoyance. But he glanced at your hand in his.

Then he looked up at Grace. “Fine. But first, unfreeze my fucking bank accounts.”

Ben later led you out of the hospital. There was a car waiting outside, and he got in to drive, despite you offering. He must’ve been going on very little sleep, if any over the past two days. 

And of course, he’d refused to be seen at all medically, saying he was fine. You were still concerned about that destabilizing gun Black Noir had shot him with. 

“I’m fine,” Ben had claimed. “Just need some sleep, that’s all.”

You watched his profile for a moment, and a smile started to raise your lips…until you finally remembered something that felt like a heavy stone in your stomach.

“Um…” you said, earning Ben’s attention. You looked up at him. “My father’s dead…”

Good fucking riddance, was Ben’s initial reaction. Followed by a frown, as he now realized he would never get the pleasure of choking the shit out of Jon himself. 

Ben had been fucking livid to learn from Frank that you’d been left alone in the Tower with your father while it was coming down (and Ben was petty enough to dock that little slip up from Frank’s pay). Had that asshole lived, Ben wouldn’t have put it past him to try and take you with him after escaping the building. The mere thought grated on him. 

“Black Noir killed him,” you said, heaving a shaky breath. 

That cut through Ben’s thoughts. He glanced over, watching you fight some conflicting emotions. 

“…Punched a hole straight through his chest,” you added.

Ben hummed in acknowledgement. You turned to him with a raised brow and glassy eyes. When he realized you were expecting a bit more from him, his lips pursed.

“Well, he got a quick death,” he said. “Better than he fucking deserved, far as I’m concerned.”

You sighed and leaned your head back on the head rest. Your eyes closed. 

“Goddamn it, Ben.”

Ben eyed you with a deepening frown. “What the fuck do you expect me to say?”

“How about some decency?” you asked, as a tear fell down your cheek. “He tried to apologize. But I wouldn’t let him.”

He paused at that. While he thought you were being unreasonable, it begrudgingly dawned on him what you wanted, and maybe, what you needed. He sighed through his nose. Even now, you were a handful.

Ben reached over, taking your hand from your lap. He pressed the back of it to his lips, earning your mild surprise.  

“That’s not your fault,” he said. And he briefly took his eyes off the road to look into yours. “None of it was. You understand me?”

Your face softened. Though you tried to blink away your tears, a few of them still fell. You wiped at them with your free hand, while the other squeezed around his fingers, resting against your thigh. Despite how you were fracturing inside, warmth still kept you afloat. 

So you looked up at Ben, and you nodded. He seemed satisfied by your answer. He turned back fully to the road, but you kept a tight hold of his hand. He allowed it.   

“We’ll have to go to the safe house to get our stuff,” you said eventually, with a small sniffle.

“No need,” Ben said. “That’s taken care of.”

That confused you. Was he taking you to your apartment then? 

But instead, he drove you out of the city, and an hour upstate into Scarsdale. You’d never been there, but you knew it by reputation—as one of the most affluent towns in the state.

You were even more confused when he drove down a street flanked by tall hedges within a private community. He pulled into a circular driveway in front of an immense white house, with a red brick roof, colonial architecture, a manicured lawn, complete with matching fountains lining the front door.

Ben parked the car and encouraged you to get out with him. You followed him up to the front porch, expecting an old billionaire to pop out of the tall bushes at any moment to chase you away. 

“What’re we doing here?” you asked. His hands fell to the belt of his supe suit as he surveyed the stood, the door, and the walls for anything amiss. 

“I’m looking into buying it,” he revealed, as if he’d just told you, It’s pretty fucking sunny today, huh? 

“Our stuff is ready to be shipped out when the deal closes with the owner,” he added.

Your eyes flew wide. “What? When did you have time to scope out houses?” 

You’d only been discharged about an hour after the conversation with Grace. 

“I had Frank look into some shit. He found this one,” Ben shrugged. “Could use some work, but not bad.”

Our stuff, you repeated in your mind. This house…was he trying to recreate what the two of you had in Medellin?

And more importantly, was this his way of asking you to move in with him? 

Well, there’s not too much asking going on, you thought in annoyance. And yet, you blushed; the sentiment in itself was enough to warm you. 

You brought Ben back down to Earth by grasping his hands, earning his attention from the old grout in the tile.

“Ben, this place is amazing,” you said. “But I don’t know if I’ll be comfortable living like this.”

He frowned down at you. “What the hell do you mean? You could have anything you want here. It’s safe. Got plenty of room—”

“A bit too much room,” you said, holding up your thumb and forefinger a couple inches apart. 

He looked adorably grumpy. You smiled and squeezed his hand. 

“Did you really feel cozy and at home in that mansion with fifty rooms and nobody in ‘em?” you asked.

He didn’t answer you, and he didn’t seem happy either. You didn’t want him to take this as a rejection. 

“If we’re going to do this,” you said, “then can we start a little smaller? Somewhere that feels like home to both of us?”

Ben stared back at you in annoyance. “You need to broaden your palate.”

You just managed to stop yourself from laughing.

“You haven’t had a normal home in a long time, Ben,” you replied. Maybe ever, you realized. “How about you trust me?” 

He gave you a dubious frown.

“What about this,” you tried. “Let’s pick it out together! If in a few months you still hate the new place, we’ll try it your way.” 

“You’re assuming we’re gonna make it that long.” Ben was starting to wonder if this was going to work after all. The two of you were from very different worlds. 

You offered a cheeky smile. “I’m optimistic.”

He huffed. “Sure.” 

You reached up on your toes, and gripped the front of his suit when you leaned up to kiss him. His hands rose naturally to hold you, resting on your jean-clad hips. He followed your languid kiss, his furrowed brows relaxing when you touched his cheek.

When you broke from his lips, his eyes opened to find yours. 

“I am, Ben,” you said more seriously. “I’m not playing games. This is real to me, and I want to be with you.” 

But then you hesitated. You lowered back down to your feet. 

“But if it’s not to you…if you’re just passing time with me, until you get bored,” you said, “tell me now. Please.” 

It was Ben’s turn to hesitate. It was the please that got to him, along with your downturned gaze. He captured your chin between his fingers and raised your face up to him. 

“I’m not fucking around,” he said. “I want you to live with me.” 

Your smile was soft and bright when you took his hand. Ben wouldn’t admit it, but something in his chest stuttered to life then.

“Okay,” you said with a nod. “Let’s do it.”

AN: *squeals* It's happening! We've really gotten here, folks. How'd you like how it all wrapped up with Grace, M.M., and even Butcher?

But we're not quite there with these two yet...

Next Time:

“Why’re you nagging me like a goddamn wife?” he snapped.

“Wife?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “You don’t even call me your girlfriend.”

But God forbid another man even smile in your direction. Ben was possessive, protective, and claimed with all but words that you were his. And yet, he wouldn’t say it.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that he was afraid of commitment, but you’d been living together for six damn months.

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Felix is baaack - I missed the little guy 🥰

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. E. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 61 - Mulder-Rules For Successful Relationships

[ FM ]

As it turns out, I was absolutely right about the fact that I can't read women to save my life. They're mystical creatures whose mind works in mysteriously twisted ways that always catch me by surprise and my woman is no exception.

It took some time to cajole what's on her mind out of her and when she does admit it, it's absolutely not what I expected and it takes everything in me not to laugh.

The real reason she doesn't want to stay over is because she doesn't want to do it with Felix in the house. What an odd thing to worry about. I know this day doesn't show it, but I'm not an animal and I can control my urges. Well, to some extent.

It doesn’t take a psychic to read between those lines, not with her head ducked like this and her downcast eyes to avoid seeing my reaction. My chest tightens painfully once it dawns on me what her anxious face and her worries is really about. And I'm definitely not laughing inside anymore.

“Hey… have you ever… been punished for saying No?” When she nods into my hand I’ve used to coax her head upwards to look at me, I’m ashamed to be of the same gender as the pieces of shit who did this to her.

“Physically or verbally?” Oh dear Lord, if one of those bastards ever dared to lay a hand on her, I'll personally hunt them down. I feel nauseous.

At my question, she tucks her chin again and looks down at her hands between us, tugging the overly long sleeves of my hoodie over them self-consciously. Her voice is so quiet, I have to lean in close to hear what she's saying.

"Verbally. Viciously. Repeatedly, until I had to walk away before I gave up saying No." In a sudden, defiant change of behavior, she raises her head and swipes angrily at the tears in the corners of her eyes and my throat closes up so tight, I'm afraid I'm going to lose it soon too. "God, Mulder, I'm so tired of this, of the past coming back to bite me in the ass around every corner!"

"Yeah, you and me both, Scully… Can I ask you something else?"

I debate whether or not to ask the other question that's on my mind, if the answer is Yes, I'm not sure I could live with myself. But I need to know. I couldn't bear the thought of inadvertently causing her more pain.

"Last night, or today, did you ever-" I don't get around to finishing my sentence, she interrupts me with a firm head shake and a "No! God, no!" so forceful, it takes us both by surprise. The rush of relief leaves me a little lightheaded and I can finally breathe again. She adds a more quiet "No, it was wonderful, all of it."

I busy my hands rolling up her sleeves slowly, just like I always do with Felix, while I talk, to lace our fingers together in the end. "Okay, that's good. I'll pass on some words of wisdom from my therapist, total honesty about the past is the only way we stand a fighting chance of moving past them."

"I've heard the same thing from my therapist, actually. You have to promise not to laugh at me, though, or make fun of the things I tell you, that's a surefire way to never get an honest answer out of me ever again." In that aspect, we're more alike than she thinks, I've had my share of 'Don't be ridiculous!' and 'Haha what a stupid thing to say!' thrown in my face to last me a lifetime.

"We'll make that Mulder-rule Number 1, total honesty."

"I thought we already had rule Number 1? No name-calling?," she teases with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, fine, Miss Smartie-Pants, two rules. No wait, three. You paying attention over there?" I'm not at all prepared for the show of putting on listening ears and turning them on, it's so over the top and silly, but oddly endearing at the same time. Dating an elementary school teacher, I'm pretty sure there's more where that came from.

I tick off our new rules on my fingers. "So, no name-calling, total honesty and no laughing at the other's expense. Promise?"

"Pinkie promise!" Boy oh boy, she's cute, sleeves rolled up and holding out her pinkie for me to hook mine into and give a little tug to seal our promise with a kiss.

"I know it's hard, to open up about these things but they're far more important to know than say… your favorite color or favorite pick-me-up snack."

"Mhh, you're absolutely right." After scooting down a little lower to snuggle into my chest, she adds with tentative amusement. "Navy, by the way. And Reese's Peanut Butter Cups."

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[ DS ]

I'm so relieved we got this uncomfortableness out of the way, I really am so tired of having to deal with the ghosts from the past. On top of which, I've never been with a single parent before and I have no idea what I'm doing, too far out of my depth to know what's appropriate or not.

All I know is that I'm not keen on scarring a little boy for life, seeing or hearing things he really shouldn't on his night-wanderings he's bound to make, having inherited his dad's insomniac tendencies.

Mulder warned me that depending on how the weekend went, Felix's mood when he gets home is quite unpredictable. If it went well, he's his usual exuberant self, if it didn't, he's sullen and angry and prone to throw fierce temper tantrums. I can't even imagine sweet, little Felix turning into the raging typhoon his dad describes so vividly, so I pray that his weekend went well. For him and for selfish reasons, I really need this first night we spend together to be a success.

Once we hear the car pulling up outside, I wait with bated breath to see what happens next. Felix tumbles into the house, almost slips on the hardwood floor in his excitement, overnight bag slung over his shoulder he tosses into a corner by the door. "Daa-ad I'm home!," he yells out, kicking off his shoes and sending them flying in opposite directions.

He stops dead in his tracks once he spots us bundled up on the couch, side-by-side, appropriately dressed in top and bottom clothes, with the Oxford hoodie stuffed clandestinely into the depths of my overnight bag. To wash and return, of course. Maybe.

The surprise shows on his face, he's blinking for a few moments to process what's going on and then a slow smile spreads across his face as he shuffles his feet a little shyly. "Hiiii, Miss Scully!"

Lightning fast, he's across the room and on the couch, hugging me so tight he knocks the air from my lungs for a minute. "Oof! Hi Felix!" I can't help but chuckle at his overly affectionate ways and pat his back, throwing Mulder a surprised glance over Felix's shoulder. "Did you have a good time at your mom's?"

"Yes! She has a new boyfriend, Chuck or Jack or something…" He pulls back to make a face and a nonchalant shrug. "But other than that, it was okay! Did you have a good weekend too? Ooh and can you stay for dinner? And a movie? And a pajama party?" And with wide eyes and that puppy-dog look of his, he adds a dragged out "Pleeeeease!" to his request that's so sweet, I just have to agree to stay. Not that I was ever keen on leaving in the first place.

The look on his face once he hears we can start with dinner and then go to bed, it's a school night after all, is priceless.

"Fe, go wash up before we start making dinner and put away your things. And remember, dirty clothes go into the hamper, and not tossed in front of it!"

"I did that once, no need to remind me every time now, Dad…," he grumbles, sliding off my lap to do as told and disappears up the stairs with his overnight bag. We can hear his continued grumbling all the way from his couch and grin at each other.

Mulder offers me his hand to pull me up and off the couch, tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear and tips my head up for a kiss so very sweet, it lingers until well after dinner. The butterflies in my stomach apparently don't get a break. "I love how he's so excited to spend some time with us, it's a huge relief!"

Felix, all washed up and dressed in the cutest pajama I've ever seen, returns from upstairs and I get sent to sit on the kitchen counter and watch because "You're our guest, Miss Scully, and guests don't help out!"

So from my perch, I get to watch him stand before the fridge, ripping both fridge and freezer door open with both hands and the confused frown that appears as his eyes scan its contents. "I have no idea what to make with any of this! Dad?"

Watching them prepare dinner is so adorable, the little sous-chef only complaining once that all he gets to do is hand his dad ingredients and utensils and is not allowed to do any of the real cooking.

"You're too young to handle knives and a hot stove, Fe!," is his dad's exasperated reply and I get the feeling they've had this conversation countless times before. While I don't necessarily agree that he's too young, I keep my opinions - that kids can be taught to do almost anything within reason - to myself for now.

Felix, the master conversationalist, rips the conversation to himself during dinner and it's all "Miss Scully did you know…" this and "What do you think about that, Miss Scully?" that and "You will not believe what I read about, Miss Scully!". His dad only shakes his head, amused at the boy's attempts to include me in the dinner conversation.

It's weird and odd to be called Miss Scully in such an informal setting, she's a persona I usually like to leave at school where she belongs, shed once I step out the door after the school day ends.

"You know, Felix, why don't we leave "Miss Scully" at school from now on and you just call me Dana when we're not there!"

"No way, really??" Jesus Christ he's cute, all toothy-smile and excitedly clapping hands at my affirmative nod. "Wiiiicked… Dana!"

After dinner cleanup and wrangling a droopey-eyed yawning Felix into bed who, as always, insists he's not tired and does not need to go to bed right now, the bedroom door closes behind us with a soft click to start off getting ready for bed ourselves.

"Oh no, I hate it when that happens!" We did remember to put the bedsheets in the washer and dryer, but forgot to re-do the bed, crap. That's one of the worst things, I hate it when I'm dead tired and just want to go to sleep and then I have to make the freaking bed before. My pouty face elicits a chuckle from Mulder and he nudges me towards the bathroom.

"You're funny. Go ahead and change into your PJs, I'll make up the bed in the meantime." Guh, he's so perfect, I can hardly stand it.

Changed into my silk PJs, we end up sharing the sink brushing our teeth, the image of us staring back at me in the mirror so quintessentially domestic, I can't help but grin around my toothbrush.

"Sho…" I pause briefly to spit toothpaste into the sink, ew gross. "Diana's got a new boyfriend huh?" Mulder only gives me a shrug in response, leaning past me to grab his mouthwash. The casual brush of his arm over my silk PJs gives me all the pleasant tingles and it takes every last ounce of self-restraint to keep my hands to myself right now. His naked chest right in my line of vision does not help. I'm a lost cause.

"Mhm… new man of the week, apparently. Poor bastard, won't know what hit him once she's chewed him up and spit him out." He takes a swig and offers me the bottle, cheeks puffed out like a cute little chipmunk. I take the pause on his side of the conversation to ask a question that's been plaguing me for a few days now.

"Does she know… about us?" The shake of his head disappoints me a little and I take my own swig of Listerine, maybe minty-fresh will wash away the bitter taste that he's still keeping us a secret. From his ex-wife and probably everyone else who's important to him.

"No… I only told my mother, and Sam, who are both so over the moon and can't wait to meet you." Okay, brownie points for you, resounding smack over the head for me for always assuming the worst. "But Diana and I ... we're not exactly on speaking terms after what happened at Christmas."

I rub some lotion into my hands, feeling a little sorry for the boys and what they have to deal with on a day-to-day basis with someone like Diana.

"Mhh, that was… an unfortunate series of events." Mulder scoffs around his floss to say 'You can say that again', raising his eyes to the ceiling at the gross understatement. "She seems to have gotten the message though, new boyfriend and all… Does it bother you, that she introduces them to Felix so quickly?"

In the mirror, I catch the look of surprise that flashes across his face at my last question. I remember how mindful he was to make sure that we only bring Felix into the mix once we've established a tentative foundation of our relationship, his ex-wife doesn't seem to share the same values.

"Uhm… yeah, it does, quite a lot actually. We've talked about it, even he told her that he'd prefer to not meet anyone she's not serious about but… well, taking other's feelings into account has never been one of Diana's strong suits. Anyway, I pray daily for the strength to accept the things I cannot change. Come on, let's go to bed, I'm exhausted after… today's events." He gives me a grin and a wink to top it off before he heads back to the bedroom that are both so cheeky and cute, I shake my head to myself and giggle when I turn off the lights of the bathroom after me.

"Do you have a preferred side?," he asks, gesturing to the made-up bed. I shake my head no, I really don't, I usually just sleep smack in the middle of my own bed.

"No… I just like to sleep on the side with the window.," I answer back and we head to our respective sides, pulling back the bedspread and I turn on the night lamp on my side. The little girl in me giggles. My side. Of his bed. Hee. Stop it, it's not a big deal. Except it is. Hee hee.

The room is still the same as last night, I observe from my spot propped up against the headboard. Unlit candles and a half-empty box on the nightstand act as a silent reminder, as if I even need one - our first time is forever ingrained in my mind.

"To make a quick escape, I presume?" I glance down and over at him lying beside me from my book, to see his cheeky grin has reappeared. Momentarily distracted by the arm draped casually across his chest. "The window? For a quick escape?" He adds helpfully at my silence and burrows a little deeper underneath the sheets with a wriggle.

Yawning into my hand, I put a bookmark in my book and place it on the nightstand along with my glasses, turning off the lamp while I'm over there.

"No, in case the axe murderer decides to come in the night, so I'm not his first choice!" We share a minty-fresh kiss goodnight we have to take great care with so it doesn't turn into more and I snuggle back into him with a contented sigh.

"Don't worry, if the axe murderer does come in the night, I'm fire-arm trained!" The casual reminder that there's a gun stashed away somewhere in the house makes me a little uneasy, I've never been comfortable around fire-arms, even if he's as trained as he claims he is. And probably devastatingly sexy as his FBI Special Agent alter ego.

With him wrapped around me so tight I get confused again where he ends and I begin, and with the final kiss goodnight he places onto my neck, I actually do feel very safe with him, axe-murderer and gun and all.

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Amoreena | Chapter Nine

chapter nine

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: date night!! this is very fluffy, very emotional and extremely horny. edgar allan poe is rolling in his grave at what they did in his enchanted garden

exhibitionism, public sex (no ones there tho), drug mentions at the end (let me know if I should tag anything else!!!!)

word count: 5.4k

from the beginning <3

He spent all of Thursday afternoon with Penelope in Richmond, setting up for his date that night.

Stringing lights on the trees, mowing the grass and trimming the flowers back, the staff ensuring that the museum was in pristine condition for them tonight, it was perfect. The cats were brushed, there were rose petals the fountain and the most beautiful picnic set up in the garden.

Penelope packed their dinner for them, keeping it in the museum fridge for when they finally arrived, it was the only thing Spencer needed to remember.

Y/N: just got home, about to get ready! Can’t wait to see you at 6 ♥︎

Spencer smiled at his phone, about to text her back when Penelope laid a hand on his back, “change into your suit and head back to her, traffic might be bad?”

“Thank you, for everything. You’ve always been my best friend, more of big sister actually,” Spencer pressed his lips together tightly as to not get emotional. “You’re wonderful Penelope, thank you.”

“Awe!” She swooned, wrapping him up in a big hug. “I will always love you, Spencer, you deserve all of this and so, so much more, now go before I cry.”

He laughed, pulling back, hand lingering on her shoulder as he walked into the museum. They let him change in the backroom, it felt incredibly strange to be putting on a suit inside Edgar Allan Poe's house to go pick up his wife. Not too long ago he dreamed about bringing a girlfriend here someday, life was moving too quickly, he needed a breather.

He kept his suit jacket folded and on the passenger seat as he drove home, where he lived with his family. Even just thinking that as he paid attention to the road made him smile. The wind hitting his face, his hair blowing in the breeze, he felt free at last.

He was where he was supposed to be, all roads lead to here.

Travelling up her driveway with a smile on his face as the dust followed him to her doorstep. She was waiting in a red dress on the porch, Amoreena and her nanny eating pizza on the steps as they waited for him.

Stepping out of his car, he straightened his tie and pulled his pants up more, looking at his wife like she was a star plucked from the sky, landing in this Virginia field for him.

She stood then, her satin dress flowing and exposing a leg as she walked down the steps to him, “Is this what you wanted?” She twirled in front of him to show it all off, her hair getting stuck in her lipstick and making her laugh.

“I love you,” is all he can say as she leaning in with a wide grin, surpassing the smile to kiss him gently, using her thumb to get all the lipstick off his bottom lip and chin.

“Love you too, cutie,” she winked, taking his hand and turning back towards Amoreena, “listen to Nanny, remember we love you and we will see you no earlier than 7:30 tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!” She saluted, mouth full of pizza.

“And what are the new rules about coming into our bed in the morning?”

“Knock first, wait till you respond, don’t come in unless you say it’s okay,” Amoreena replied, sticking her tongue out at her as she remembered it all.

“Smartie pants,” Y/N smiled at her, “come give us a hug, don’t get pizza on my dress, please.”

Amoreena wiped her sleeve over her mouth before running into her mother's open arms, they shared goodbye kisses before it was Spencer’s turn. She held him so tight it felt wonderful, “goodnight Lovey, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, have the best sleep ever for me?”

“I’ll see you in dreamland,” she replied, kissing his cheek gently before she pulled back.

“Have fun!” Nanny called from the porch as Amoreena skipped back to her.

“We will,” Spencer replied, taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to the passenger side, he opened her door and helped her inside, insuring her dress was inside before closing the door.

Jogging back to his door, he got in and put on his seatbelt. He threw the car in reverse and turned around by the barn, heading down the driveway, not saying a single thing as Y/N stared at him.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?” She shook her head, licking her lip before biting it as she huffed.

“We’re going to Richmond, Virginia, to read,” he gave her one hint.

“Hmm,” she smiled, “I’m sure you won't tell me the title, so Mr. I can remember every book ever, what’s a random line in it?”

“You’re smart,” he teased her, “but for the brilliant green of the huge leaves that spread from their summits in long, tremulous lines, dallying with the Zephyrs—”

“We’re going to the Edgar Allan Poe Museum!” She cut him off with a cheer.

He slows down on the barren dirt road, mouth wide open as she got it right, he turns to her as they come to a complete stop, “how the heck did you get that?”

“Yes!” she laughed, tossing her head back as she clapped and kicked her feet a little, so proud of herself, “I’m a librarian, Spencer! Did you think I wouldn’t know Eleonora?”

“That’s the most random sentence in the whole poem?” Spencer was shocked, she recalled it faster than he thought he would be able to if she read a line to him.

“My brother’s first motorcycle was a Zephyr,” she smiled at him, raising her eyebrows. “My brain is kinda like a filing cabinet, if you give me a word I can remember everything I’ve ever heard with that word included.”

He started to drive again, shaking his head as he paid attention to the road but still astounded by how amazing she is. “Amoreena gets that from you then, she could have both our eidetic memories together, that would be very interesting to see.”

“Eidetic memory?” She questioned.

“It’s what most people call photographic memory,” Spencer explained. “You can remember everything you hear which is why you and Amoreena are able to recall songs, books and movie facts so fast, while I can read back to you anything I’ve read without having to see it again, it’s forever in my mind.”

“So we’re both geniuses, cool,” Y/N smiled at him again, “sorry I ruined your surprise.”

“You just know where we’re going,” he reminded her, laying his hand on hers, interlocking their fingers as he drove.

They had an hour alone before the real date started.

So she showed him all of her favourite songs, including some of Amoreena’s playlists so he could get familiar with them before their trip to Rhode Island. Her voice was impeccable, she knew all the words and harmonies, often opting to cove background voices he wouldn’t have even known were there if it wasn’t for her.

She loved music in a way that intrigued him, she enjoyed music with a story. Much like the reason she loved books so much, she enjoyed picturing the happy places in her mind that the songs were able to take her to, they filled her with glee and hope as she sang to her heart's content. Taking short breaks to explain the meanings of songs, to recite the best lyrics and why the songs are close to her heart.

“Do you want to hear the song that reminds me the most of you?” She asked between songs, pausing so that nothing else would start.

“Sure,” he blushed, nervous for what it could be and how she imagined him in her mind, hoping he could live up to it.

“I'm perfectly fine I live on my own, I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone. We met a few weeks ago, now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes,”

She stares at him with a beautiful smile as she waits to see his reaction to the opening, finally singing when the beat drops, dancing softly in her seat as she belted the words out to him.

“So prove to me I'm your American Queen, and you move to me like I'm a Motown beat, and we rule the kingdom inside my room,” She brushed her hand across his jaw, teasing him as the words flow from her lips to his ears, she loves him and he can feel it with every syllable.

“And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for, King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa! And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa,” she sings so softly, with a purpose, turning it down a little so that he can talk to her.

“I love you,” he reminded her, “so much it hurts sometimes.”

“It’s like your heartstrings are tugging on each other, right?” She agreed, “like they want to jump out of our chests and run to each other.”

He nodded with a soft smile, reaching for her hand again holding it as he brought it to his mouth for a kiss, “queen of my heart.”

“Hmmm,” she thought over his words, “I’m pretty content with being princess still, Lady Amoreena is in line for the thrown, it’s part of her namesake after all.”

“Does the kingdom have a name?”

“You know the Elton John song Goodbye Yellow Brick Road?” She waited for his nod, “my grandma called it Ozellous so it’s like wizard of Oz but I added the 'ellous' because people always said they were jealous of our farm.”

He’s trying his best to keep his eyes on the road when all he want’s to do is look at her smile, to see her pupil change as she recalls the loving memory, it’s his favourite thing to do. Better than any movie or play, seeing her face was better than looking at the most expensive art piece. He was so in love with all of her.

“Were you like Amoreena as a kid?”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, “bullied hardcore for it too, kids always told me to shut up cause I’d add facts to conversations I wasn’t a part of.”

“I would have loved to listen,” Spencer replied softly, knowing the feeling all too well.

They were only a few minutes away now, turning into the small town and passing quaint little homes and cottages. “Amoreena would love this drive, these are some interesting townspeople homes for her imagination, we should come back sometime this summer.”

His heart was going to actually explode, she was everything he never knew he needed.

“I’d love that,” he added as they pulled into the museum. “I’m a museum member and I’m a patron, so sometimes I donate rare pieces I find, they love me here.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but her eyes got caught on the twinkling lights in the distance, mesmerized by everything. Old cobblestone streets, brick buildings and wooden gates, it was straight out of the 1800s and absolutely fantastical.

“And it’s all ours for the night,” he put the car in park and turned to her, “wait here?”

She nodded, speechless as she continued to look out the window at everything. Spencer got out of the car, opening the back seat to grab and put on his jacket, straighten out his suit before opening her door and extending a hand to help her out.

“Princess,” he extended his arm for her to tuck her own under, he closed her door and escorted her through the gate and towards the garden.

The sun was just starting to set, 7 pm in early June being the most beautiful time of year in rural Virginia, the sky was a perfect purple as he leads her through the stone arches towards the picnic.

Her eyes sparkled with all the lights, wide and pupils blown as she took it all in. It was a fairytale, she was in a princess dress, he was the king of her heart and this was just the beginning of happily ever after.

“Spencer, whatever your middle name is, Reid,” she gasped, swatting his arm lightly with a smile growing on her face.

“It’s Walter,” he smiled right back.

He let go of her hand then and walked over to a table, turning on the record player and dropping the needle in the right spot. He did his research into some Taylor Swift songs, finding one that reminded him the most of Y/N and how much he loved her.

“May I have this dance?” He asks as she notices the all too familiar guitar strumming.

He reaches a hand out for her, pulling her in as she takes it, “I was so so lost before I found you in the park,” he explains the first verse, barely a whisper beside her ear as they start to sway.

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity Shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

“All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you,” he whispers once more, feeling the goosebumps bursting on her bare arms.

He spun her around, extending both their arms as she twirled out and then back into his embrace again with a giggle. She swayed back and forth, dancing with him like the night they got married in her field.

Your eyes whispered "have we met?" Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

“And it was enchanting to meet you, All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you,” he sings them this time, spinning her out again as the chorus hits, her eyes widening as she began to smile wider than he’s ever seen before.

They sang the words together as they danced, smiling and laughing as they moved around the cobblestone. Finding a rhythm so perfect, so them, it was silly and not on beat in the slightest, mostly spinning, it was a spinning song if the album cover was any indication.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

“The lingering question kept me up, Two a.m., who do you love? I wonder till I'm wide awake! Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door, I'd open up and you would say, hey! It was enchanting to meet you, all I know is I was enchanted to meet you,” Y/N’s voice softer than ever as she sang her anxieties into his ear, remembering the day at the museum where she wondered if she could have him all to herself.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

Spinning around in circles she leaves his grasp, dress circling in the wind and he watches her. She takes both his hands and spins around with him in a tight circle before pulling back in, their chests bumping as they laughed, happier than he’s ever been in his entire life, and she’s made him pretty happy in the last few weeks.

The girl of his dreams, dancing around him with a smile like she was making her own music video. This was a dream of hers he didn’t know, making it come true as it became a dream of his own.

He places his hands on her cheeks as he stares into her eyes, “this is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you,” he whisper’s the words, barely singing, more talking.

“Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you,” she sings right back to him, staring into his eyes as they stand still in the garden.

She pulls him into a kiss, breathing in deeply through her nose as they hold each other’s cheeks, unable to get closer as they kissed. Pulling away with a loud smooch sound, smiling before taking her hands in his, once more.

Spinning her around again as the beat drops once more, her smile more beautiful than the first time he saw it. He was so madly in love, he firmly believed he was in heaven.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew!!

This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

“Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did,” Taylor Swift's voice cuts into the beautiful moment as her songs change and the mood drastically changes.

Y/N bursts out in laughter, jumping lightly as she enjoyed the song, head-banging along as she danced by herself until Spencer turned the music off once again, “you’re so cute.”

“Thank you,” she bowed, “this is cute!”

“There’s a picnic basket in the fridge inside, and some wine if you think that’s a good idea?” Pointing towards the main house, she followed him towards the door.

“Oh, hello?” Her voice changed as she noticed the two black cats on the window, letting Spencer head inside for the basket as she talked to them.

“That’s Edgar and Pluto, the groundskeeper found them in the shed in 2012,” Spencer explains as he comes back out, basket in hand but she’s too busy with the cats to notice.

Petting both their faces, they stretch into her reach and bask in the feeling of her nails on their skin, Spencer would agree it felt nice. He loved the feeling of her hands in his hair, he must have been a cat in his last life.

“Amoreena wants her own indoor cat,” Y/N smiled wide at him, “she always wanted to call him Hercules like the Elton John song, almost like she knew you were her dad all along.”

She took his free hand then, following him towards the blanket in the grass, “how?”

“There’s a line in the song about Greek gods, but it says Hercules on her side and Diana in her eyes, and she does have your mom's eyes, right down to the colour of her iris,” Y/N looked at him like he was everything to her.

Spencer couldn’t speak, he just set the basket on the ground and ushered her to sit down beside him. She held the skirt of her dress up so she could sit crisscross applesauce on the blanket, draping her dress over her legs so she didn’t show anything off just yet.

“Every time I look at you I understand all her quirks and her facial expressions,” she added like she was trying to make him cry, “I’ve been looking at her for almost 8 years now, wondering who you were and now I know, and you’re so much better than I ever imagined.”

“Would you have looked for me when she turned 18?” Is all he can ask through his sniffles, trying to hold it together for her.

She nodded, “I was going to tell her soon anyway, she asks a lot of questions I’m not sure if you noticed.” Her giggle was priceless, “she had lots of questions when the goats were born this year and that meant her asking more about making human babies and I just said a special man helped me make my dreams come true, and she thought it was Rumpelstiltskin.”

Spencer couldn’t fight the laugh that erupted from him, leaning forward as he chuckled, making her laugh too. “Does she even know the whole story?”

“She’s only seen the 4th Shrek movie with him, she has no idea that he also takes the babies,” Y/N placed her hand on his knee gently, “If I get pregnant again, I’m going to tell her about how it all works as simply as possible, I want her to feel included in this and she’ll be less jealous if she sees this as a learning opportunity.”

“That’s a good idea,” he agreed, “I still can't believe she almost punched Michael for hugging me.”

“Oh, I can,” Y/N laughed again, “she was being bullied last year by an older kid and I said if someone upsets you or hurts you, sometimes it’s not that bad to hurt them back. Make them know you’re not weak and you care about yourself, and she gave a kid a black eye for tugging on her braid.”

Spencer couldn’t stop smiling, “that’s my girl.”

Y/N opened the picnic basket then, taking everything out with a smile as Spencer stared at her, thinking a million different thoughts about future kids, how Amoreena would grow up, seeing her as a big sister to hopefully many.

They both leaned forward and kissed softly, smiling as they pulled back, “so you like charcuterie?”

She laughed, “Amoreena called it shark coochie once, I can’t not think of that now.”

“How many kids do you want?”

“Have you ever read cheaper by the dozen?” She teased him. “As many as I can have, I have the funds thanks to my job and the farm and not having to pay a mortgage, I was going to have another baby next year anyway, I had an appointment and everything scheduled, I even tried to get them to contact Amoreena’s father for another sample but they said they couldn’t ask you outright for me.”

“They asked me if I wanted to give another sample when I asked if I could know my kids,” Spencer remembered the words exactly, “she said ‘You have four offspring so far, none of the other samples used have produced a child, the women were all IVF as well so it wasn’t your swimmer's fault if you wanted to donate again.’”

“I don’t want to know the truth, are you okay if we let her decide if she wants to find out at 18?” Y/N asked softly, “I’m content thinking you’re her father, I don’t want to know if it’s some other tall who-lookin’ genius, okay?”

“That’s perfect actually,” Spencer agreed, “and on the kids front, you don’t mind me being in my 70s when they all start going to University?”

“My dad is 68 with no signs of stopping, and he’s still fantastic with his grandkids,” Y/N always had a fact to combat his anxiety. “You have a lot of life left in you, I’ll take good care of you so that they have the best dad ever for as long as possible.”

Spencer was so in love with his family he felt like he was floating, laughing and smiling all meal long as they shared facts back and forth about their lives. Getting to know each other more and more as the seconds passed, he imagined it would be like this forever. She was like a bottomless pit of information, facts, stories and secrets. He loved every single one she shared with him.

She poured herself a second small glass of wine, “you know they say that one glass of wine every once in a while is actually good for the baby?”

“It doesn’t work that fast,” he reminded her, more like he reminded himself. He didn’t want to hope in the chance it didn’t happen right away.

“I had a nightmare last night for the first time in a long time, so I think it worked,” she teased him. “I won't know till June 10th, that's when my next period would be.”

“Nightmare?” It was the only part he picked up on, worried for her and wondering why she didn’t wake him up.

She nodded softly, “I found out I was pregnant and you never came home, and I got lost in the forest looking for you and then I remembered I could wake up.”

He rests his hand on her knee, rubbing his thumb against her bare skin softly, “I’m always coming home to you.”

“I know, when I got pregnant with Amoreena I had bad dreams in the first few weeks too, mostly about giving birth to nothing and being alone all over again, the subconscious and pregnancy hormones are mean as fuck when they hang out,” she laughed away the pain, “I know none of it is real.”

“Good,” he whispered, not knowing what really to say, he wasn’t used to soothing other people yet. Most people didn’t want his facts or concernment when something happened, just a hug normally.

She took a deep breath, pushing everything away, “good news, either my anxiety disorder is back in full swing or something’s working in here,” she laid her hand over her stomach, “either way, I’d like to try again tonight?”

He laughed, “we don’t need to make a baby every time you want to have sex?”

She got onto her knees then, crawling over the blanket and sitting right in Spencer's lap with her hands on both of his cheeks, “I want all your babies.”

He held her waist, pulling her in closer to his chest, “right now?”

She nodded, moving her dress out of the way to undo his belt, “no one is here right? It’s not like anyone would know?”

“Mhmm,” he agreed, kissing her neck as she unzipped his pants, moving his underwear out of the way just enough to free his hardening cock, she stroked it right there in the middle of the garden, staring down between their bodies in awe as he came to life.

Sitting up on her knees more, the slit of her dress made it a lot easier for her to show him her underwear. She was wearing just a thong, perfect for pulling to the side as she lowered herself onto him, ever so slowly.

She fixed her dress around them, completely calm and composed as he was fully inside of her, “you’re okay with this?”

He huffed a laugh out of his nose, dropping his forehead to her shoulder so he couldn’t buck into her and ruin the moment she was making, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her back and off him slightly before back down again, making her gasp.

“I thought you wanted to read?” She teased him as she started to ride him more, moving her hips in a way that took him in and out of her at just the right angle, her hands on his shoulders as she bounced on him lightly, he couldn’t even think straight. “Go on, read to me.”

He took a second to remember the words, mind totally somewhere else and not interested in a book at all when her boobs were right in his face.

“I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion,” the first sentence slipped past his lips as she kept going, he took a moment to kiss right under her ear before continuing.

“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence—whether much that is glorious—whether all that is profound—does not spring from disease of thought—from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”

“Shit,” she moaned, pushing his hand down towards her clit, “you can multitask, smartie pants.”

His thumb was on a mission then, rubbing small circles against her pleasure point, she tossed her head back with her eyes closed as she continued to ride him, “I don’t hear you reading?”

He moaned softly in her ear at the feeling, and the fact she wanted to get off to hearing him recite something from memory, it was more euphoric than he could have ever imagined.

“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in ah- awakening, fuck,” he was trying his best to stay as composed as she was when he really just wanted to lay her against the blanket and fuck her into next week.

“to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret,” Y/N whispered the end of the sentence, grinding down on him harder than before.

“In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good,” she whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe softly with a moan and he kept rubbing her clit, “you’re so good, Spencer, so so good," she paused to enjoy the moment before whispering in his ear once more, "And more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compass-less into the vast ocean of the "light ineffable," and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, "agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.”

Her words softer than ever and they were never going to get to the end of this poem, he'd never know how the rest of the words sound on her tongue, she pulled him into a kiss then, moaning into his mouth as they ground against each other, finding a perfect rhythm to bring them to the end.

“There, yes, fuck,” she whispered against his lips, pushing against him as she arched her back slightly, slipping away from his mouth as she did so.

He slammed into her then as he chased her lips, making her whimper one last time before she was shaking in his lap, her legs quivering as she finished on him, sending him over the edge and stilling as he came with a shudder. He held her so close, both of them breathing into each other's mouths as they came down, kissing and smiling as they stayed connected.

“We’ll name her Eleonora,” Y/N teased, pulling off him and laying back against the blanket.

He made sure her underwear was back in the right spot before covering her with her dress again and sliding himself back into his underwear.

“Amoreena and Eleonora have a good ring to it, we just need 10 more names,” he teased right back.

“Hopefully we have a little boy one day too,” she smiled as she tugged him down beside her, cuddling into her side as they stared up at the newly dark blue sky and the array of stars that decided to join them this evening.

“Even if it’s just Amoreena, I’ve never been happier in my whole life than when I’m with you,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She asked, purely to keep hearing his voice.

“Making me want to get up in the morning again, giving me a reason not to buy drugs for something euphoric to happen to me, showing me real love and proof that happiness is possible if you just chose to be happy,” he gave example after example.

“I thought I learned everything the world had to offer, but you’ve been showing me new little life hacks that make the world so much better, I see a future of bright colours and happiness and laughter for the first time ever, so thank you.”

She held him closer, “it’s been a pleasure falling in love with you, together, you deserve to love yourself. You’re so wonderful Spencer, it breaks my heart to know that anyone has ever made you feel the opposite.”

He couldn’t speak anymore, turning to kiss her neck and cheek so he had something to do that wasn’t crying. He loved her so incredibly deeply that he felt like he was an anchor, dropping to the bottom of her deepest ocean, without a single plan to leave.

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[oikadori]

Reacting to their best friend doing the “Electric Love” trend on Tik Tok

⇢  Pairings: Atsumu x f!Reader, Osamu x f!Reader, Kuroo x f!Reader, Tsukishima x f!Reader

⇢  Genre: fluff

⇢  WC~ 1,187

A/N: Thanks for requesting ♡! I wasn’t able to include the 5th character, I’m sorry :( There were so many reactions LOL, I hope I got it right. Anon you’re my first request. You have no idea how happy and scared I was HAHAHAAH. Soo, It is my first time writing for Osamu and Tsukki :v (I hope I’m not out of character). Hope you like it! Thanks for reading♡

You and Atsumu have known each other since middle school and became close during high school

Teasing and annoying the hell out of each other, always ending up laughing was your daily routine

You realize you have a crush on him

So, you’ve seen this tiktok trend and give it shot

You were at Miya’s house, sitting on the dinner table with the twins, studying

You place your phone on the table and start recording

Atsumu immediately knows what is happening when he hears the song

He turns at you with a playful smirk before looking back at his textbook, acting oblivious

Osamu stands up and walks away after sighing loudly

You nervously peek at Atsumu multiple times, your usual sassy nature is nowhere to be found

His eyes soften at your hesitant movements making him smile genuinely

So, when the chorus starts, you are too scared to move

Atsumu quickly closes his book and grabs your face with both hands

He kisses you fully in the mouth, pressing a hand on your neck to deepen the kiss

His lips move feral over yours. You are both out of breath when the video pauses

“What happened, huh? It’s the first time I actually see you flustered”

“Do you want me to hit you in the head, ‘Tsumu”

“I’ll rather want you to kiss me, bug”

And that is what you do, causing the blonde to blush furiously at the contact

“You both are so LAME” Osamu’s head peeks from a corner and then quickly disappears making you pull apart to violently laugh.

⤷The video gets tons of comments about how cute your scared face looked and how hot Atsumu’s reaction was. Atsumu immediately updates his social media to: dating the cutest ♡ bug

Osamu met you for accident when you exchanged your lunchboxes, making you fascinated with his cooking.

That’s how you asked him to teach you

With each cooking session you became closer, being now his bestie

Atsumu showed you a video of the trend, giving you the idea

You were in your classroom during lunch, hanging out with the second years and some friends

You set your phone and as the music starts to play, Atsumu literally runs away along with your friends

“The hell just happened.”

He is really confused, like why are you biting your lip and looking nervously at the camera.???

“I didn’t know you were into tiktok, Y/N”

Osamu remembers the song because Atsumu showed him the video once, but he genuinely doesn’t remember what was about

When the chorus starts, you just go for it, attempting to forget the fear ghosting you

Your lips crash with his for a few seconds and Osamu’s eyes widen in surprise

But as soon as you pull away, he is already leaning forwards, catching your lips, and making you gasp

The song stops and he slowly detaches his lips from yours. He finds himself surprised by his sudden display of emotion.

“Your lips, they… taste like candy” askjsjkjf Im sorry

“Such a romantic, ‘Samu” you giggle, “Always thinking about food, huh?”

“Except when I’m with you” you stare at him with flushed cheeks “I like you Y/N”

That is all you hear before Osamu pecks your lips softly one more time as you squeeze his hand under the table

“ ’SAMU, you won’t die alone after all!” the other Miya screams

“That’s because I’m the likeable twin, ‘Tsumu, shut your trap already!”

⤷ After you post the video, people got really soft by Osamu’s tender response. You post now some cooking tutorials as a couple.  

You and Kuroo were the bests in your science class

Your relationship was solely competitive, but your interests drew you both closer

Coming to his games and playing videogames became regular

You both were at Kenma’s house, playing this new game, when you found the video on tiktok

Both were so focused on the game that didn’t notice when you placed the phone on the counter

Kuroo definitely knows this trend as well as Kenma

When the melody starts, Kenma’s lazy gaze catches your phone and he simply walks away

Kuroo stops playing and turns to you with a grin on his lips

“Is something in that little head, smarty?”

“Oh, just thinking about how funny that spiky hair of yours, actually looks”

You both intensely look at each other, letting small chuckles out every time you looked at the phone

“Are you really gonna do it?”

“Huh, are you afraid of a kiss Kuroo-San?”

“Afraid that you won’t be able to handle it (Y/LN)”

The part you were both waiting starts and like a magnet, you both lean in synchronized, smooching your lips together

He pulls you on top of him, laying his back on the couch at the time the sound stops.

“Mmm, who would tell you were such a good kisser, smarty”

“You’re not so bad yourself” you giggle

“Are you done?” Kenma says with a steady voice, entering his living room, finding you over Kuroo’s chest

You shove him away, laughing. You grab the controller ready to play,  trying to show annoyance, but your heart can’t stop jumping on your chest

A hand pulls your waist back

“You are not going anywhere, Y/N”

⤷Let me just say that the video goes wild on the internet, all the comments about Kuroo made his teasing almost unbearable that week

Tsuki and you started with the wrong foot, thinking you were just some silly girl

But the moment he saw you scolding Kageyama and Hinata, he was like “Oh another intelligent being”

You were at the gym waiting for Yamaguchi and Tsuki when Nishinoya showed you the trend and convince you to do it with Tsuki

Tsuki was a little soft for you so he didn’t say no when you asked him to join you in a TikTok, tho he was really exasperated

There you were standing next to Tsuki , while Nishinoya and Tanaka were on the other side

When the phone starts recording, you grab Tsuki’s arms trying to teach him some movements

“You know how ridiculous this is, don’t you?”

“Don’t be such a bummer, Tsuki, just follow me”

The chorus starts and you quickly lean as high as you can, trying to reach his face

“W-What the hell are you doing?” he pushes your shoulders rather harsh, moving his head away from yours

However, your lips managed to lightly brush his

He storms out of the gym throwing swears to all of you

Everything happens so fast, you couldn’t notice the small blush on his cheeks

“Do you crave attention that much to do such a stupid video?” you catch him outside, a hurt look on his face “Why messing up with people like that?”

Feeling really crappy, you lower your eyes, playing with your fingers

“I’m sorry, Tsuki. GOMEN Tsuki I thought it might be fun but …I did want to kiss you”

“Then, just say it, idiot” he looks away with the cutest blush you’ve ever seen

⤷ The video got tons of comments, feeling sorry for his response. They never guessed the middle blocker asked you on a date afterwards 

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[goshdangronpa]

In my previous post about "I DISAGREE: An Ibuki Mioda SDR2 Protag Swap AU," I gave a timeline of the first two-and-change days. That write-up went beat by beat from Ibuki’s ill-fated arrival at Hope’s Peak to the onset of Despair Disease. This time, we’re looking less at events and more at specific characters’ reactions to them - especially the five people who volunteer to care for the infected. This’ll be important.

Every Single Symptom Brings Us Closer: Group Bonding in the Time of Despair Disease

The answer seems obvious: Nagito, Kazuichi, Chiaki, and Peko are cracking under the stress of their new situation. With so many upheavals to their lives in such a short time, it’s not unusual for them to react with paranoia, recklessness, combativeness, and giving up. But as Fuyuhiko and Hajime carry Peko into the Hotel Mirai’s restaurant, they note that she seems weirdly warm. With just a touch to the other three’s foreheads, Mikan can confirm just from her nursing experience that they all have high fevers.

That’s when Monokuma pops up with the truth: they’re sick, alright, and he’s the reason. The only cure is sacrifice. Someone must commit a murder, or the infected will only get worse. One life for four sounds like a fair trade … but then, the goal is for the murderer to get away with their crime and condemn everyone else to death. As for why everyone’s acting out in such different ways, on top of being physically ill? “For a bunch of smarties, you sure want a lot of hand-holding.” The bear leaves it to the others to figure things out.

Right before leaving, Monokuma adds, “Oh, did I forget to mention it’s contagious?” That’s what really changes everything. Communal breakfast ends before it can become routine. The group itself splits: the infected and their caregivers move into rooms within the Hotel Mirai building for quarantine, while the rest keep their cottages and free rein over the islands. Curiously, some divisions are resolved: Hiyoko Saionji, who’d started bullying Mikan practically since they met, is now more than willing to follow and carry out the nurse’s orders due to a potent nosophobia.

Mikan doesn’t accept Monokuma’s fatal terms. The Ultimate Nurse will prove her worth and take care of everyone. However, treating four distinct sets of symptoms and investigating their cause isn’t something she can do alone. She’ll need volunteers. It’s a big ask, but she gets some:

Teruteru Hanamura volunteers, but somehow isn’t trusted around prone and defenseless patients. Besides, access to the restaurant, where meals are mysteriously prepared before anyone arrives, is now severely restricted. The uninfected must count on Teruteru to whip up meals out of supermarket goods. That can be his opportunity to show his more nurturing side.

On that note, Fuyuhiko immediately signs up. Just yesterday, he was shirking all company and boasting about his capacity for killing: “I could do it, ya know.” Now, his demeanor’s changed so drastically that Mikan also checks him for symptoms. Mikan and the rest accept him largely because, as Hiyoko observes, he’s already made close contact with one of the infected this morning. Not wanting to spend his quarantine idle, he insists on helping. It’s his idea, for example, to barricade the doors with chairs from the lobby so the patients can’t exit freely.

However, Mikan and the other volunteers trust him around vulnerable people just as much as Teruteru. The head nurse assigns Hajime to monitor him. He’s in quarantine as well, having helped Fuyuhiko with Peko, and he lacks any medical skills. His initial reluctance with the assignment gives way to a fast friendship, as Fuyuhiko has no choice but to open up with his supervisor. Hajime soon attests to the gangster’s good character and unconditional dedication.

While the first two volunteers are conscripted, Byakuya is the first to volunteer by choice. He swore that none would die on his watch. That means splitting his leadership role with the reluctant Sonia Nevermind, who’ll watch over the uninfected (Mahiru: “You don’t have to do anything. No one asked for a leader anyway …”), and keeping watch over the disease’s victims. For all his upper-class pretense, he proves down-to-earth and genuine in his protectiveness. Despite his self-appointed power, he’s not above performing the most menial tasks.

Ibuki is the protagonist, so she has to be here, right? She has her reasons: a sense of control over the situation, being near Byakuya and Mikan, and general altruism. The levity she brings to the grim situation proves welcome. Once the patients are asleep, Ibuki invites the rest of the staff to her room for games and chitchat. Their boredom from the long hours overcomes their weariness, and this nightly ritual buoys their spirits and brings them all closer. (She only wishes they could unwind at the hotel’s swimming pool too, but that’s off-limits for them.)

She especially grows closer with Mikan. She was already fond of her after hanging out so much on the killing game’s first day, trying to make her laugh with the goal of lowering her guard. Then the Ultimate Nurse’s timidity takes a backseat in this crisis as she taps into reservoirs of strength and empathy, and that fondness becomes a serious admiration. They bond: Ibuki bolsters Mikan’s confidence as they traverse uncharted medical territory, and Mikan helps to make Ibuki feel like a useful member of the team. They share secrets. They share scream therapy sessions (for some reason, the hotel rooms are all soundproof). On the third morning of quarantine, they find (to everyone’s chagrin and discomfort) that they even unconsciously shared a bed.

Unfortunately, this isn’t all fun and games and me being tsumioda shipper trash. The Despair Disease is dangerous after all. More on that, plus the first victim of the killing game, in the next installment.

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