#sorry i have a lot of Thoughts about this movie it's rattling around in the brain for sure

[quatregats]

I was kind of getting into this with the tags on the other post but it's interesting to have the comparison of having watched Lawrence of Arabia before knowing things about him (and also being 12) and after knowing a bit more, because I think that the movie does fundamentally touch on the theme that he's not a hero, even as he is at times - and he's a not-hero in a very interesting and particular way. I do think that the way that his story is told in it does inherently become a bit of a tale, in which he becomes a character, and so loses some of his complexity, but I do think that he manages to resist a lot of things by the inherent nature of what he did. Personal myth-making in The Seven Pillars of Wisdom (which I have not read but do know things about) aside, I think things about him are in fact very hard to redefine, such as some of his more masochistic tendencies, his queerness, his uncomfortable place within the British Empire, his own self-aggrandizing, his relationships with the historical figures contained therein, his cycles of burnout, and a whole bunch of other traits which make him not what people want to see as a hero, inhuman and too human by turns. What I mean to say is that while the film certainly takes a particular stance on him, he still resists easy categorization, especially in moments drawn from primary sources, and I think that knowing how complex he was and wanting to see him complicated, the movie does a good job allowing for that reading as well.

[tinkerbelle05]

What are you hiding?

Characters: Jaime Reyes x GN!reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: (Requested) “x reader that figure out jaime’s blue beetle.” thanks for the reqs, I hope you like it! @tacorei

Warnings: arguments, spoilers for the Blue Beetle movie, thoughts of cheating, reckless behavior

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Jaime have been off for some weeks now, you’ve noticed. He was always showing up late for date nights and hangouts, he’s always talking to himself, and just looks out of it.

You understood, he's been going through a lot recently. With his house burning to the ground and his father still in the hospital, you allowed him understanding and grace. He has a lot on his plate so he’s allowed to be weird and difficult, and you promised yourself you wouldn’t give him a tough time about it.

He was there by you when your grandpa passed and you were a mess. You still are, at times.

That being said though, you’ve been standing out of a restaurant that he suggested y’all go to for an hour. You kept texting him, asking when he’s going to come, and he keeps saying he’s “almost there” and “around the block”.

Which is a bold face lie, and you hated be lied to. He knew that and he still did it anyway. And it wasn’t even a good one at that.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” Jaime ran up to you, holding a bouquet of crumbled-up flowers. “This for you!” His smile dimmed when he saw the state they were in though.

“Gee, thanks,” you replied dryly and walked off. You were annoyed with him. This was the 3rd time he showed up late, looking disgruntled this week. How could he not even have the decency to look somewhat put together if he’s gonna be this late. It was ridiculous.

While you walked away, you laughed bitterly to yourself, “Really thought you found the one, huh?”

“Wait, wait up!” Jaime yelled and ran after you. He looked like he cared that he was late.

You stopped walking to lean on a building, your legs were aching from all of the standing you’ve did. Jaime finally caught up to you. Your back was to him and thankfully he didn’t try to come closer to you. At least he knew boundaries.

“Listen, I’m so, so sorry. Something came up at work and I had to stay late. Really, I’m sorry. I will make it up to you. We could go back to your place, order food, binge the fast and furious movies?” He rattled off an apology.

You couldn’t see him but you can hear how desperate he was in his voice. He wanted to make it right but you don’t know if he could.

“Jaime, this dinner was supposed to be the apology and make up dinner. You know, for bailing on me last time?” You replied to him and tried to keep the tears at bay. You wouldn’t cry, you wouldn’t cry.

This is when he came closer to you, your back was still to him but You can smell his cologne. And you saw his shadow on the pavement.

“I know, I know,” he whispered softly. “I fucked up but-”

And you turned sharply around to finally face him, “Yes, yes. I know Jaime Reyes is busy at his job. Busy, busy, busy. God, what are you? Batman’s new sidekick or something?”

The outburst made Jaime take a few steps back and held up his hands in a surrender stance,“…What? Um, how…how did you know?!”

You tilted your head, confused by what he meant. “Um, know what Jaime? Are you hiding something from me?” You walked closer to him, backing up into a corner. “Is this why you’ve been distant lately? What’s up?”

He panicked, you saw the sweat dripping on his forehead and watched as he played with his hands. Something was up but he wouldn’t tell you. He probably never will.

“Oh, uh nothing. Don't worry about it,” he stammered.

You back away from him, “Well fine, if you want to be like that then. I think…that we should take a break.”

That got him out of his daze, he instantly closed the gap you made between eachother, “What? No, no, no. We don’t have to…you don’t have to do that. We..we’re fine. I’m just busy but-”

“That’s the point, Jaime,” you interrupted him. “You’re always busy, and that’s fine. But maybe you should focus on your work and y’know not lying to me.”

“I’m not lying!” He protested.

“So why were you all jumpy when I made that Batman joke then?” You asked.

“That? I….I said that was nothing. It…”

You shook your head and started back away again, “For someone who lies a lot, you are horrendously bad at it. Bye, Jaime.”

You ignored Jaime for a week. Every text message and phone call. Eventually though, he stopped trying to contact you. Which was a relief, you felt your resolve slipping everytime Jaime’s photo contact appeared on your phone.

It was one of those 0.5 pictures. You took at as revenge for the hundreds he took of you. You remember him being salty about that photo being his contact.

But in the meantime, you went down a rabbit hole of superhero lore. Jaime’s reaction to your snarky comment got you thinking, could Jaime be one?

Your immediate reaction was hell no. But when you started to mull over it, in a crooked way it sorta made sense. For example, Jaime’s behavior has been strange and he’s been looking disgruntled for a while. He has gotten a new job as an intern for Kord but it wasn’t that demanding. Your cousin had the same job and she wasn’t like well how Jaime was.

I mean, you were worried every time he was late or something. Of course, the obvious is, what if he's cheating on you? However, Jaime was many things but he’s not cheater.

So if he really is the Blue Beetle, well you saw his fights on the internet. They looked rough, and if that's him, then maybe you could help.

And maybe he’s looking all tired and being late to a lot of stuff is because he’s moonlighting as a vigilante. Through some digging you made a time line of sorts.

And…it just scares you. Not knowing.

There were some evidence to support your theory. For example, when Jaime’s house caught on fire, many people said Kord and Blue Beetle (the city’s new superhero) was sighted. Kord and the Blue Beetle were some how connected, you saw articles on that.

And around Blue Beetle’s appearance was when Jaime started acting differently. You know this rationale was being held together with glue and a hope that you could at least know where Jaime is.

But how would you even get him to admit it? If he was Blue Beetle. You walked away from and told you wanted a break, and still didn’t confess to it. And all of his texts messages weren’t alluding that he’s Blue Beetle.

Maybe…no, no, that’s dumb. But could Does it work? You think it can, you hoped it can. The Blue Beetle could fly, so if you jumped off the roof then Jamie would have no choice but to transform.

Or call the cops to retrieve your dead body.

The confidence you had in your room began to slowly chipped away as you climbed to your apartment building's roof. Your legs began to shake and your heart was beating faster than before.

But you guessed that's where the "curiosity killed the cat" quote came from. You called Jaime earlier to meet you at the rooftop to talk, he was clearly confused by the location but considering this was the first time you responded to him in weeks, he didn't reject it.

The warm air was blowing in your face when you finally reached up there, Jaime's back was turned to you.

He turned around to face you, "Hey..." He didn't move to come closer to you, just stood in his place, looking at you with those soft brown eyes.

God, he's so pretty.

And liar.

And probably a superhero.

You will find out today though.

"Hey, Jaime. How have you been?" you asked him, sheepishly.

God, why was this so awkward?

He closes the distance between you two, "Um, yeah I've been good. Could've been better, though. You?"

You scratched the back of your neck, "Yeah, I've been good too. But, um, I wanted to talk to you about something. About us." You stepped even closer to Jaime, lowering your voice to a whisper, "I know your secret, Jaime."

Jaime took a few steps backward, a shocked look on his face, "Uh what secret? What are you talking about? Is…is this shout the superhero thing? I thought you wanted to talk about us?"

"This is about us, Jaime! I know everything, why can't you just admit it already?!" your voice getting louder with each word.

You didn't want it to be like this but fine. You walked past Jaime, walking closer to the railing of the roof. You heard him running after you, panicked "Wait" and "What are you doing?" flew from his mouth.

You turned around to face him, "If you don't tell me the truth right now, I'll jump right now! I know you are Blue Beetle, Jaime."

Your declaration left Jaime speechless, all he could do was close and open his mouth repeatedly. "I...okay just get...get down okay? You're scaring me. I am not Blue Beetle, alright? You're just tired, that's all."

"You're lying to me! You keep lying and I'm sick of it! I'm not stupid or crazy, Jaime. There are too many coincidences for it to not make sense. It's not like I'll tell anyone. I just want to know.”

You could see that Jaime looked conflicted, his eyes kept darting back and forth.

Fine, if he wants it to be difficult, then you can make it difficult. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and fell. You prayed and prayed that Jaime was Blue Beetle because if he wasn't...

You heard Jaime scream your name and leaped after you. You saw with your own very eyes, Jaime transforming, the black and blue suit covered his skin completely, almost like the suit was his second skin.

Now Jaime was flying, with the help of blasters, instead of falling with you. He grabbed a hold of you before you could hit the ground, he held on to you tightly. Like you were grains of sand or sugar, ready to slip through his fingers at any moment without much notice.

He flew you back to the rooftop and sat you on the ground, before crushing you into a bear hug. You could practically feel his heart beating through his chest and could hear him taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

You couldn’t blame him, you were in shock too. Your boyfriend (?) was freaking Blue Beetle! I mean you had your suspicions for weeks, and your murder board led you to the conclusion that he was Blue Beetle.

But seeing it before you very eyes was completely different though. You were right! You trusted your gut and you were correct.

But that means that Jaime lied to you. To your face, for weeks. Even when your on the edge of a building, he wouldn’t even admit it!

You pushed him away, glaring up at him and saw him glaring at you with an equally furious expression.

“What is wrong with you?! How could you do something so stupid, so reckless?!” he screamed at you.

His words, though true, offended you nonetheless. And you returned it with the same energy.

“Well, I wouldn't have to do any of that if you would’ve just told me in the first place! But instead, all you did was lie, lie, and lie!” you argued back.

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I was just trying to protect you! This…this life is dangerous, and I…I just wanted to protect you.”

Your anger disappeared when you heard how broken he sounded, saw how distraught he looked. His cheeks were tear-streaked and his eyes were puffy.

“I…I just don't want to lose you,” he admitted.

Seeing him like this, it made your chest hurt. Felt like it was collapsing onto it self. You wanted to hug him, kiss his tears away.

But those feelings didn’t stop the burning anger you feel. God, this was messy. It would’ve been so much easier if he was as angry as you were. You felt like kicking a puppy while it was already down.

“Jaime, being honest is protecting me. How can you not get that? How do you think it feels when you just run off in the middle of our dates? Or when you come late to them, looking frazzled? Or when you just flat out cancel on them last minute with vague explanations as to why. I didn’t know what was going on with you, and that worried me. If you told me you were Blue Beetle, I would have some comfort of knowing where you are. How can you honestly not get that?”

You took a deep breath after letting out that confession. You didn’t exactly mean to say all of that, you would have preferred to have that conversation once you both have calmed down a bit more.

And maybe not on the roof top in the middle of night as well.

Jaime was confused by your confession, “What? So..this wasn’t because you thought I was cheating?”

“Oh Jaime for the love of God, no! I know you, you aren't a cheater. It was because it scared me. I mean, how would you feel if I just disappeared all the time?!” you were back to screaming in his face with just plain annoyance now.

He had a look of understanding now, on his face. He lets out a soft “oh” and then the silence stretched in between you both as he looked everywhere but you.

God, when this become such a mess.

“Um,” Jaime cleared his throat, “So…what do you wanna do? About this? Us?”

“I…I don’t know Jaime,” you muttered. “But it’s getting late and I have work tomorrow.”

Jaime nodded but you could tell that’s not what he wanted to hear, and you didn’t either. But, maybe more space was what you two needed right now.

You watched him shot up into the sky and until he became a small dot, no different from the stars.

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This was longer than expected. My bad lol

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[maxwell-grant]

Didn't realize you've read Riddler: Year One, any thoughts on it ? Also, in a more general way, what are your thoughts on the Riddler ?

Someone sent me an ask the past week or so saying that The Penguin is everything that the Joker movies should have been, and I don't think I agree on that in regards to The Penguin specifically. But if we're talking about a "Batman-less Batman villain origin story about a lonely suicidal man struggling with poverty and mental illness exacerbated by child abuse, who is pushed down through the cracks of society deep into the pits of his own mind until he can only save himself by becoming a horrible force of social upheaval and political terrorism, finally discovering joy and a reason to live at the expense of everyone around him, and now he will be Batman's problem someday", well this just completely embarasses Joker (2019) on every level. Impressively drawn, impressively written, impressive on it's own and as a prequel to the movie, WAY better than a movie actor's comic book tie-in has any right to be, and one of the greatest Batman comics ever made. Issue #5 in particular is one of the best and most harrowing comic issues and format breaks I've ever seen in the medium, and even if it's entirely self-contained, it very much belongs in the exact same conversation and should be considered inseparable from The Batman and The Penguin.

We spens 4 issues boiling the frog over every painful corner of Edward's childhood and humanity and misery, taking us through painfully intimate views and perspectives inside his headspace, seeing how and why he justifies his worldview and how easy it even is to do so, feeling truly sorry for this hopeless wretch even though we know he's losing it bad bad baddy bad bad and is going to step off the deep end forever. And then Issue 5 happens and suddenly you are one of the people in Gotham City tasked with sifting through this serial killer's personal diary and you can hear that creep shouting with that distorted voice, you can feel the final death rattle of Edward Nashton's soul ending where The Riddler begins to scream in your head 'I NEVER KNEW I HAD A REASON TO BREATHE", and by Issue 6 you fully understand why and how nobody was prepared for him, and why what he is and does and embodies is going to drag the city into an abyss it may never recover from, and why this was never going to stop even after his arrest, even after his defeat and humiliation in the movie. Everything here adds layers of sympathy and tragedy and heartbreak to the character, while simultaneously making everything he is and does in the movie so much more harrowing and disturbing, holy shit he really staked EVERYTHING, everyone's lives included, on being noticed by his savior.

I was already very much on board with Dano Riddler in the movie, whose execution absolutely sold what should have been, on paper, a storm of unadvisable fandom pitches and uninspired trends and straight-up bad ideas ("What if The Ridder was the Zodiac Killer", "What if The Riddler was a 4chan mass-shooter type", "What if The Riddler was a political terrorist with legitimate grievances but whose final goal was to kill off scores of people for little reason", "What if The Riddler was a creepy fascist responsible for a QAnon cult that ends the movie by metaphorically storming the capitol", "What if The Riddler was really, really, really obsessed with Batman", "What if The Riddler was another Dark Opposite Batman", fucking "What if The Riddler was Hush" even) worked into just this miracle magic bullet of a new take on the guy, fully capturing a lot of the essential bullet points of what makes The Riddler tick as a character while spinning them into new and significant ways befitting this increased role he has in the movie. Rereading the story now, so much of the movie even feels like it's specifically referencing the first Riddler story - The Mayor of Gotham City as a target, Riddler misdirecting Batman with a big target while his real plan involved a flood, Edward putting on a costume and naming himself The Riddler specifically because he wants to get Batman's attention, the glass maze, the written letters to police headquarters, The Eagle's Nest that is a nightclub and also the home of a millionaire with a bird last name (Falcone), a driverless vehicle careening wildly into a public place, even how the very first thing we learn about this fucker is that he cheats to win.

The guy in the movie is a version that fully works on it's own, but it clicks SO much more strongly and cohesively when you read this comic and what it establishes for him. It's the scene in the movie where the section of his diary reads "I must become something more" while Bruce finds the panicked desperate bat rattling against a cage, the thematic parallel between them that is the scariest thing he finds in the entire movie, but developed across six issues. This even begins with Eddie living through his version of the Wayne murders, with the first time he's felt anything other than crushing despair and misery, in part because he's seen the first hint of the puzzle he needs to solve, and where he needs to go. The moment the world stopped making sense for Bruce is the moment that the world started to make sense for Edward.

We understand, around the same time he understands, the childish nightmare that must become the pattern of his entire life from that moment onwards, how Edward Nashton would have killed himself, and no one would have cared, had he not become The Riddler, and how the only alternative to "Hey Edward why don't you crawl into the black hole inside yourself" is to, in fact, find this black hole inside of you and shaped like you and push other people into it instead. Become the creature of the night who can punch crime forever, become the avenging force too great for the Falcones to handle, become the kingpin whose name alone will live forever, become someone that the entire city will never again ignore or forget.

We see how it's less that he's been planning for this for so long, and more that his entire life has been broken and hammered into a Riddler shaped hole, and then when Batman dropped into it, he could start to understand what it is and put a name in it, in the fact that he's been training his entire life for this without knowing. Getting comfortable with flushing rats and making bombs at the orphanage, getting intimately and painfully familiar with self-loathing and alienation and misanthropic contempt for this city and it's people who sit by and allow all of this to happen, surviving his suicide attempts without being able to explain why, searching for answers as to why it hurts so much to live broken and unfulfilled and miserable and why he even bothers to keep on doing so, having nothing to love in his life but numbers and puzzles, spending his entire life invisible while trying to get Thomas Wayne and then his boss to notice and praise him, and then being the wrong man at the right place to begin his campaign, a little nobody accountant who noticed an inconsistency in the numbers, put the pieces together, and then decided he was gonna do something about it because he knew it could be done, because there was someone out there who showed it could be done, and if Eddie joined in, maybe this someone would notice him, let him be his friend.

Batman and R, forever.

(People don't talk nearly enough about how this Riddler's entire life ambition was to recreate Tim Drake's origin story, and they should, it's pretty funny)

And to be honest, I think this is the first Riddler origin story I've ever really liked. Some of the others, particularly the first, have their charms, and this one certainly wouldn't fit most takes on the character, even most of the ones I like, but I've never really been fully sold on the idea of a Riddler origin story until this one, he's always been a very backstory-proof guy to me. This doesn't have any particularly obvious shorthand moment as to why Edward became The Riddler, so much as an entire life twisted and torn and abandoned and rotten in ways big and small until this is what came out of him. No immediately abusive fathers or test cheating scandals or major company backstabbings as defining tragedies, just life for a poor orphan in Gotham City who can't figure out the answer to what's missing from his life until he does.

Still a horrible nerd hopelessly trapped in a life of trying to intellectually one-up everyone as the only thing he lives for and, like every horrible nerd, knowing that one day he will be recognized for what he is and then they'll all see how wrong and stupid and savage these stupid savage idiots all were to look down on him. Still a man driven to impose order on the world the way he believes it has to be. Still a cheater who loves puzzles and answers and the thrill of intellectual stimulation and victory more than anything else (and in this case, having had absolutely nothing else to even love about his life), and still very much this guy at the end:

I do have a lot of thoughts on The Riddler, and I think part of why I might not talk about him as much is because he's not a character I tend to have really exclusive or particular preferences for. There are a LOT of Riddlers out there, maybe more so than there are Jokers out there, and there's not really with him the definitive must-be-like-this that the other Batman rogues have. Everybody approaches the puzzle differently if they do so at all, and I like a lot of these Riddlers! They connect with each other surprisingly well even, in spite of being incompatible as the same person.

He's gone through some real ups and downs over the decades: given stardom in the Adam West show that made him a definitive Batman villain and spread his modus operandi across all the others, sacrificed in the altar of camp insecurity along with fellow snooty oddball Penguin, defanged and turned into a parody of himself, refitted for joke status, re-refitted for surprise baddie status, given a whole new lease on life and his own gimmicks with the arrival of computer puzzles and the internet and given his fangs back and then amplified, pushed back to the big leagues more horrible and topical than ever before and exponentially increasing as such until his next big movie showing, torn in multitudes across multiverses of takes and ideas, almost too many to even consolidate them all.

I like the first Riddler of Bill Finger's original story in Tec #140, this curious satisfaction-seeking master cheater growing exponentially more dangerous and more varied and more assured the more he fades into his endless barrage of traps and toys and puzzles,. I love Frank Gorshin's Riddler, and everybody loves Frank Gorshin's Riddler, he is the reason The Riddler became an iconic Batman villain overnight. I like John Glover in TAS, and I like Robert Englund's cold ghostly showman in The Batman (2002) much more. I love the Arkham games version of Riddler, probably because I never actually played the games and had to collect his dumb trophies. I love Paul Dini's Detective Riddler, and I especially love Brent Spiner's take on the guy for Justice League Action. I LOVE the more classic take on Riddler as played by John Leguizamo in The Batman Audio Adventures, and I LOVE Paul Dano's Riddler in The Batman, and they couldn't be more incompatible with each other.

I love the Riddlers who continuously undermine themselves in the name of criminal artistry and who look down on the profit-seeking rubes who think any of this is about money, and I love the Riddlers who are ultimately con-men doing money heists because they want to be the only crooks in town smart enough to have something to show for all their work at the end of the day. I like Riddlers who are widely despised and regarded with annoyance and disdain by the city and their fellow rogues, and I like the Riddlers who have good professional relationships with the other rogues, and the Riddlers who managed to become darkly inspiring figures in their own right. I love the Riddlers who've subsumed themselves into the mysteries and horror they embody, and I love the pathological pattern-finders trying to find a way out of this weird pathetic life, even if their efforts will be doomed to failure - The Riddler couldn't out-think his way out of Batman's toybox no matter how much he tried, and he has no desire to - where would it leave him? Down there with all the troglodytes? Please.

I can get on board with very human, conversational Eddies, the Eddies that did stints as sideshow carnies, that can tell on some level that they should be doing better things than this, who'll do bored stick-em-ups to fund the attention-seeking tantrums they're actually passionate about, and I can get on board with Eddies who are truly uniquely vile and scary even compared to the other Rogues in the room, who uphold this terrifyingly cold perversion of fairness, imposing a stark and utilitarian worldview on the city by which the penalty for falling short of his games is murder, that sheer calculated murderous menace that Frank Gorshin brought when he ended his first episode leering on a helpless Robin strapped to an operating table. And if I ever thought I couldn't get on board with the Riddler as a major serious scary existential threat to life on Gotham, well, The Batman sure proved me wrong. I may not love him as passionately as I do The Penguin or Hugo Strange, but I love too many versions of this guy to ever be able to narrow them all down, and there are even more still to be discovered.

Endlessly adaptable, able to change and mutate with the times on the same kinds of grand orchestral shifts and minute beats that Batman does, a greater variety of personalities than the Joker if not quite the same versatility (and where would we be without these two always pissing each other off or making out or both, living in each other's respective negative spaces), always an enduring and entertaining opponent regardless of whether he's the most pathetic man alive or a malevolent genius beyond understanding who routinely puppeteers an entire city and it's greatest hero into putting on their greatest performances for him. Always an adapting puzzle box, always leading into the next version of himself, always beguiling, and always becoming the most frustrating thing that Batman has to deal with, whether he's systematically destroying Batman's rationale and will and ability to be Batman or just being naturally the worst guy to deal with at the most unfortunate possible moment, in itself another key to his endurance. The Joker can murder sidekicks and torch the city and routinely try and drive Batman to breaking points of rage and indignity and despair - but sometimes The Riddler can get Batman there just by being himself, as anyone who's had to deal with this asshole in the Arkham games can attest.

It is imperative to believe in and understand Batman's worldview that his villains can be saved because everyone can and must be saved, just as it is to understand that, out of everyone in his Rogues Gallery, if The Riddler was drowning, Bruce would be inclined to throw him a cinderblock, and The Riddler would be glad to receive it, so long as his last gasps of breath could be spent laughing at Batman's inability to match wits with him.

For a villain who is meant to be fixated on knowing the one correct answer to every riddle, he’s uniquely able to be reinterpreted in endless new ways. He’s gone from being a camp and colorful performance artist to one of the most sadistic and sinister villains Batman can ever go up against. There is no one way to write a Riddler. There’s no single solution! And writers will always like the challenge that presents.

Just when readers think they’ve seen everything the Riddler has left to offer us, and the character is finally exhausted… a new lime-green envelope pops through the door of Wayne Manor to challenge us all once again. It seems we’ll never get tired of trying to unravel the Riddler, and writers will never give up on unraveling the character’s fullest potential. It unites readers, writers, and caped crusaders alike: this time, surely, we’ll crack him. - Batman's Greatest Enemy is...The Riddler, by Steve Morris

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

꧁༺ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 ༻꧂

Listen, I know I have like 8008 wips right now but we don’t need to talk about that. What we do need to talk about is Janny angst, and I’m here to supply in the form of Jake confessing to Danny at a Halloween party and Danny not knowing how to respond. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slasher

Warnings and tags: 18+ only! Please consider all of my work to not be suitable for minors at this point, unrequited love, angst, Halloween party, brief mentions of sexual activity (Sam and OC), drinking, making decisions while under the influence, sharing a bed, literally one singular kiss

Word count: 2.7k

I’m sorry Jake, but I don’t think I can like you that way.

His response rattled around in his head for the rest of the evening while the rest of the party raged on around him. Why did he say that of all things? Honestly, it was the best excuse he could think of on the spot.

Jake had just caught him off guard. Didn’t corner him or anything, didn’t speak in a way that made Danny feel like this was actually a big deal or not. Danny couldn’t help but keep replaying the interaction over in his mind, thinking of ways he could have responded differently. It got to the point he couldn’t even decipher which memory was real anymore or which was just a scenario hoping for a better outcome.

It had been nearly three hours ago. Danny was the first one to arrive, having brought over some last minute things Sam had text him to pick up on his way. Jake answered the door, quickly offering to take some of the many shopping bags Danny held in his hands and brought them along to the kitchen.

“Where’s Sam?” Danny asked immediately, not thinking anything of it.

Jake’s brows furrowed for only a second, or had they? Danny wasn’t exactly sure now that he tried to recall each detail.

“He went to go pick up Cheyanne” Jake answered as he started to dig into the bags.

“So he expects us to just set up his own party for him?” Danny scoffed, and he did remember the way Jake cracked a smile. Jake always smiled when he said something snarky or witty.

It wasn’t long after they finished setting everything out. They were just waiting around for more people to show up, or Sam and his girlfriend to make it back. Danny was on his phone leaning against the island in the kitchen when Jake slowly approached and placed his hands on top of the granite across from him.

He knew Jake didn’t just come outright and say it, but how the conversation started exactly alluded him now. First Jake asked him if he’d been seeing anyone interesting lately, and Danny simply answered no without looking up from his phone. How could he when the band kept him so busy? He was surprised Josh and Sam found the time to date, but then again even though they put a lot of effort into it the band just didn’t mean the same thing to them as it did him and Jake. Even when they weren’t rehearsing they were constantly messaging each other, sending back and forth clips of chords they were working on together.

When Jake finally worked up the courage to ask him, Danny thought for a moment that he couldn’t be serious.

“Would you want to hang out sometime? Go, I don’t know, see a movie or something?”

“Sure,” Danny finally locked his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket. “I thought you didn’t like movie theaters though?”

Jake might have blushed at that point, his fingers idly poking at the flakes of quartz sealed into the countertop. “I mean, that’s usually where you go when asking someone out on a date, so”.

“Oh”. Danny stood up straight, blinking a few times as he watched Jake for any sort of indication that he was just joking. It was hard to take him seriously when he was standing there in his Halloween costume, dressed as a pirate with the flowy blouse exposing the chains that adorned his chest, and a bandana tied around his freshly trimmed shoulder length waves still a little damp from the shower. Danny felt silly himself when he left his house in his cowboy get up, almost forgetting his hat in the passenger seat of his car because he didn’t want to wear it in the grocery store.

“Can we talk about this later?” That was one of the responses he could have given, but he knew that would have only made Jake’s anxiety spike. He chose to ask him now, who knows how long he had already been waiting?

He watched as a few different expressions flashed across Jake’s features before finally settling on something Danny was unable to read. “Is it Sam?”

“What?” Danny questioned a little defensively. “Sam is with Chey”.

“I know he is” Jake quickly continued, “but just knowing someone is off limits doesn’t stop you from feeling certain ways”.

Danny got his double meaning. Jake must’ve known there was a lot riding on this, but he chose to ask anyway. It made Danny’s heart pound even now as he thought back on it. If it were him in Jake’s shoes, he didn’t know if he would have been able to do it.

Jake finally accepted his answer and they awkwardly agreed that this didn’t need to change anything between them, they could just go back to being close friends, band mates, until Sam and Josh bound through the front door.

The party only got more and more loud and unruly as more and more people showed up, crowding every room on the ground floor of the townhouse. Danny stood idly by in the living room, having been abandoned in his conversation with Sam as he made out with his girlfriend on the couch.

He sighed and left for the kitchen to make another drink, not really feeling the party after the whirlwind of emotions from earlier. Jake had made himself scarce, no doubt hiding out on the back patio where it had to be quieter. Going to find him drifted through his mind, but he figured that probably wasn’t the best solution to his boredom considering the way they’d left things. If only there was a way he could go back and say something else. Anything else.

The statement wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. Danny didn’t know if he could like Jake that way because he had never thought about it before. Now though, now that he knew how Jake felt it sparked a tingling inside him. Like the time when he played his first successful copy riff on the guitar, or when he was asked to join the band.

When he returned to the living room, Jake had emerged. His was the first presence Danny caught from across the room despite his small size. Jake quickly shifted his gaze to avoid eye contact, but he continued to smile softly as he listened to the person in front of him talking.

Danny wanted to make his way across, past the couch with the happy couple still on it, and join in on the conversation but instead he kept his distance. Continuously he found himself looking back in Jake’s direction though, who didn’t once glance his way again. Or if he did sneak a peak Danny didn’t notice, but that seemed unlikely considering the amount of times he had his eyes on the other man.

Finally after midnight the house started to clear out and the familiar quiet of Sam’s place returned. With the living room at least a little picked up Danny decided to call it a night and climbed the stairs to retrieve his change in clothes and toothbrush from Sam’s room, but inches away from the door he heard what was inside. Soft moans, the repetitive squeaking of a mattress in motion.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” Danny whispered with a groan, leaning his head back against the far fall and staring at the door in frustration.

Seconds later, the door to the upstairs bathroom creaked open and out stepped Jake in his pajamas with rings of smeared eyeliner still clinging to his waterline.

“Hey” Danny waved, trying not to scare him.

Jake jumped anyway, having expected everyone to have gone home by now.

“What ar-”

Danny cut him off with a finger to his lips, then pointed at Sam’s door. “My things are in there”.

Still clutching his chest, Jake’s eyes darted over, then he heard it too. “Oh”.

His voice came out in a matching hushed tone now. “Were you supposed to be crashing here?”

“Yeah, I’m just going to sleep on the couch downstairs. Would’ve liked to change and brush my teeth first though”. Danny’s tongue ran across the face of his teeth, feeling the sugary coating of all the mixed drinks he’d consumed throughout the night sticking to their surface. He pushed off the wall and started to walk towards Jake who instinctively backed away. “Guess I’ll just find some mouthwash in the bathroom or something”.

Jake stepped aside and allowed him to pass, their shoulders bumping slightly in the narrow hallway. After swishing with a nearly empty bottle of Listerine and washing his face with some cool water from the sink, Danny shut off the light to the bathroom and gave up on trying to retrieve any of his items from Sam’s room. For a brief moment he debated on just trying to go home, but he had definitely had a few too many ‘beverages’ as Josh liked to call it to believe it was safe. He snuck his way back down the hallway, trying not to disturb any of the rooms’ occupants, but when he reached the top of the stairs he heard a door creaking open.

“Danny” a voice carried through the dark. It wasn’t Sam, he usually preferred to use his full name for whatever reason.

Danny turned to see Jake standing in the hallway again, waiting until he had his attention to disappear back into his room again only to pop back out with a stack of clothes. “These should work for the night”.

“Thanks” Danny graciously took the shirt and pants, examining them in his hands, they certainly looked comfier than his silly western jeans and button up.

“I’m sorry, the couch downstairs is really uncomfortable” Jake folded one of his arms across his chest, his hand gripping just above his elbow.

Danny thought back on how Sam and his girlfriend had spent most of the night making out there before deciding to take it further in the bedroom. He shuddered at the thought of trying to stretch out in the same place, that paired with all the other thoughts he already had racing around up there meant it was likely to be a long night. “Yeah, I don’t really expect to get much sleep”.

He could tell Jake was running through scenarios in his own head now, internally trying to calculate what his next move would be, until finally he spoke again. “You don’t have to, I wouldn’t be hurt at all if you said no, but if you wanted, I mean I have a king size bed so…”. His words came out in a stumbling slur, like every which way he had thought of asking jumbled together into one hardly coherent sentence.

“Umm” Danny gathered enough to understand what it was Jake was offering, and usually he wouldn’t think anything of sharing a bed with a friend, but after earlier he stopped to consider how that might translate.

“It doesn’t have to be weird or anything” Jake added, “I’ll stay on one side. I have an extra blanket. Just don’t want to see you suffering down there”.

It warmed Danny’s heart to see how much Jake cared, even with the reveal of his hidden feelings, Jake was always a generous person. He liked caring for people, and Danny trusted that this was just another example of how Jake always looked out after him.

“Yeah, alright, guess it would be nice to actually get some sleep”.

Jake nodded and Danny followed him into his room. He hadn’t been staying with Sam for long, ever since Josh and his partner got serious and he offered to move out so they could have a bit more privacy. For now he was living in Sam’s spare bedroom because it didn’t make sense to sign a lease anywhere right before they were about to go on another long stint of touring.

Danny looked around, even with the short amount of time he’d been here the space already felt unique to him. Guitars were scattered about, some on stands and some just propped up against the wall or dresser. He watched as Jake made his way back to his side of the bed, the covers pulled back like he’d been waiting to hear Danny emerge from the bathroom, and then he realized he still needed to change.

Jake picked up the book he’d turned over on the page he was at and stuffed his bookmark inside before setting it on his nightstand and clicking the small lamp off. He crawled back into bed but looked up to see Danny frozen in place staring down at the clothes in his arms.

Oh god. He doesn’t feel comfortable around me anymore. Jake beat himself up, not exactly regretting trying to make his move, but still worried Danny might act differently around him now, and not in a good way. Trying to pretend like he didn’t notice Danny’s hesitance, Jake shifted down into a lying position, tucking his hand underneath his head and closing his eyes to try and feign sleep.

After a few minutes and the quiet rustling of clothing, the bed beside him dipped and he felt Danny lay down next to him.

It wasn’t the first time they had shared a bed, more than likely wouldn’t be close to the last either. Certainly, it also wasn’t the first time Jake felt his heart fluttering at the thought of how close Danny was, yet still so far away.

Time passed slowly, Jake could feel the seconds ticking on with each thump against his chest. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter, trying to resist the urge to open them and check to see if Danny was still awake too. His answer came in the form of a warm hand sliding across the sheets, stopping just a mere centimeter from where his head rested on his pillow.

Jake dared a look, and when he did he was met with the overwhelming sight of Danny’s radiant irises. Greens bursting from brown in a way that captivated anyone who got close enough to witness their magic first hand. And captivated Jake was.

“Danny I-” Jake attempted to correct whatever it was that had settled between them. He couldn’t apologize for his feelings, but he could at least attempt to explain himself in a way that Danny might understand.

That was all cut short though, because Danny’s hand reached further, coming to rest on Jake’s cheek. Danny inched closer in the bed, waiting a moment for any signs of reservations from Jake who was caught frozen in his touch.

Without another word muttered between them Danny leaned in and pressed their lips together. It was an odd feeling at first. He had never kissed another man before, not that he had anything against it. But kissing Jake? Even he was shocked at his actions.

Jake parted his lips slightly to let out a content exhale and slotted Danny's bottom lip between his own. He took command of the kiss, knowing full well that Danny was probably still feeling lingering effects from the alcohol. Should he have instigated a more intense kiss in return? The answer was definitely not, but Jake feared this might be his only chance to feel what it was like to have his feelings reciprocated, so he greedily took all he could get.

In an instant Jake stole Danny’s breath, and in the same aching heartbeat Danny pulled away.

They laid there in silence, staring at each other through the dark as they both searched each other’s eyes for the answers to their unspoken questions.

Even if those answers were to remain shrouded in the darkness of this bedroom, they would always share this moment. Jake clung on to that sentiment as he closed his eyes again, forcing his breathing to steady out and for sleep to pull him under.

“Good night Jake” Danny whispered in the end, leaving it to fate to decide whether or not Jake heard him.

Tags: @scarletvanfleet @kultavalo

[petitebonnie]

☆FNAF Plus Bonnie x Reader☆

Includes: introduction to AFAB Reader and Bonnie.

Characters: Fnaf plus Bonnie

(A/N: Sorry for the lack of posting! Haven't had the motivation and just graduated high school. Lot on my plate, but I'm so happy to see people enjoying my stories.)

This pizzeria normally didn't give you the creeps as a kid. As you grew older, it really began to crawl under your skin. You were applauded seeing them now as an adult. Your friends thought it would be nice to bring you here for your 20th birthday. Non stop teasing you about your favorite animatronic, Bonnie. Enjoying your friends' company but not so much with all the screaming smelly children running around.

No, to mention the weird smell.

After a few bites of greasy pizza, blowing out birthday candles, you went off to the bathroom. Even the hall looked scary enough, something out of a cliche horror movie you thought. Slowly walking through the halls, opening the bathroom door. The lights were dim and flickered. You reached for the soap, but none to be found. Cringing at the thought of having greasy hands all day. Wiping them with napkins wasn't the same as keeping your hands freshly rinsed in clean water. Quickly going into the mens restroom to borrow soap.

" What're you doin' in here, stranger ? "

Flinching harshly, turning towards the handicap bathroom stall. His presence almost felt real. His hand was holding the stall open, only a crack open. You saw his eyes. It frightens you enough seeing his smile. Quickly wandering your hand around to find the soap machine. Maybe ignoring him would single him to go away. Bonnie's eyes followed your hand, then to you. Bringing your hand back to your chest.

" Do you need somethin, Miss ? "

He approached you, opening the bathroom stall he was no longer in. Backing u up against a wall. His face was expressionless now. Bonnie pulled his suspenders nervously, earning a tiny slap. He had no damn eyebrows, which made him more terrifying. Tilting his head, earning a rusty sound from his neck. You then pointed at the sink.

" I need to.. wash my hands. " you said.

Showing him your shiny, greasy hands. Carefully maneuvering around him, his eyes only watched you as u did so. Grabbing a bit of soap and washing your hands. You made your way to the door. Only to be stopped but a big purple paw.

" Whats your name, darlin? "

" My name is (Y/N). Do u mind moving out the way?? " You reached for the handle, rattling it. His hand still blocking the door. You eyed him, trying your best to intimate him.

" Move, please! " You grabbed his hand, pulling at it. It wouldn't budge. He only chuckled and reached for your shoulder, pulling u backwards towards him.

" Dont yah know, a gentlemen like me open doors for pretty ladies like your self?!. "

Bonnie's hand that blocked the door was now gently opening it for you. But you didn't move, nor did his big paw on your shoulder move away. You stared up at him, finding his half lidded scarlet eyes looking down at you. His face looked very smug but in a kind way?

" ..Thank you, Bonnie. " You softly rubbed his hand for reassurance. You couldn't see, but his cotton tail wagged a bit. You walked out of the men's bathroom and found your friends.

The rest of the day, Bonnie his glanced at you and watched you interact with your friends. Whenever you saw his gaze he only smiled and winked.

You started to visit the pizzeria more often.

[dudecreature]

Time Anxiety

Pairing: Task force 141/ soap x GN! Reader Word Count: 2.9k Idea: the reader who has time anxiety and when soap invites them to movie night they freak out about the time. "meet us in the movie room at 8:00 don't be late ;P" *shows up like 45 minutes early sitting on the couch the whole time* the guys walk in like 10 late and the reader looks at them like a kicked puppy bc they thought the guys had pranked them and didn't want to have a movie night with them. "I thought you guys weren't going to show up 🥺🥺 its 10 minutes past when you said to be here by I thought this was y’alls way of saying you didn't like me-" soap interjects with a "woht?! whey'd ja everh think thaht?!" "I dunno I just have a lot of anxiety about stupid stuff" reader ends up passing out on Soaps shoulder bc of the long day they had and the built-up anxiety that had worn them out Proof Read: Yes

You trudged through the hallway on your way back from a solo mission. It wasn’t a horrible mission, it went really well in fact. You were just fucking exhausted, eyes drooping, feet dragging, shoulder slumping exhausted. You were ready to get out of the grody clothes, into the shower, and pass out.

Once you had made it to the showers, using as close to boiling water as you could have, you scrubbed the dirt, smell, and residing adrenaline from your skin. When you stepped out you put on lotion (you weren’t going to be a heathen with dry skin) and put on your most comfortable set of sweats and a loose shirt. The residing warmth in your skin nearly lulls you to sleep just standing there in the locker room.

The mess hall hadn’t opened quite yet and there was no telling if you would be able to stay awake long enough to even be first in line. You had decided to forgo the mess hall altogether this afternoon, foretelling that the conversations around you would be too loud for your taste. Sometimes it wasn’t terrible, but you really did have a tendency to let your anxiety and aversions lead you in life. Besides, you really couldn’t stand the idea of having to sit alone once again.

It felt as if no matter how long you were going to be part of the 141 the guys would never get as close to you as they would each other. You would be lying if you said it didn't bother you, of course, you want to be liked by your team, but you were just absolute shit about starting a conversation and meeting new people.

“Thank you once again stupid fucking anxiousness” you chastise your brain for being the way that it is. It has its perks, you have some of the best intuition about people and situations (you never did like that ‘Graves’ guy) it was just at times like this that you wished you could just turn it off. But hey, it had created quite the talent in you to never be late to anything. Ever.

Swinging the door to your room open, as soon as your eyes locked with your bed it was as if you could hear a choir of angels descending, singing a beautiful song of your victory. Your prize? Glorious, glorious sleep. Completely disregarding the fact that it was still light out you crawled into the thin, but soft sheets and yawn. The weight of the day draped like a blanket over you, no thoughts in your mind as you were lulled to sleep. 

Knocking is what woke you up, it very well could have been soft knocking but to you it sounded like banging. You shoot up, wide-eyed, and nearly trip over yourself getting off the bed to rush the door. Yanking the door open with your eyes filled with bewilderment and panic. You see the figure in front of you jump at the sudden movement, he looks at you and an apologetic look washes over his face. 

“Ah, shite did I wake you? I'm sorry dude." A sheepish smile washes over the face of the man in front of you. It takes a second for you to fully be able to process who the hell is standing in front of you. About 20 seconds of dead silence hung in the air, anxiety rattling in your ribs. You attempt to ground yourself with a breathing exercise you had learned somewhere on the internet.

'Five things I can see. Fuck.. The door frame. Soap. Soap's mohawk. Soap's eyes. Soap’s -.'

Realizing that he was all you were thinking about you shook your head and forcibly snapped yourself out of whatever trance you were in. 

"Huh?"

You sounded like an idiot. In all honesty, it is the only thing you could muster without your voice cracking. The team already thought you were young, no need in giving them even more incentive to pick on you about it. Soap chuckled at you again and apologized once more. 

"Ah… I wanted to invite you to a movie night we are having, the other guys will be there.. in the common room." He hesitated over a couple of his words giving room for suspicion on your end. As if he could sense your trepidation he clarifies his reasoning. 

"I just had figured you would want a way to unwind after your solo mission today... but I'm now realizing.. that you may have just wanted... uh to sleep."

He releases an airy, awkward laugh, scratching at the back of his neck. He locked eyes with you watching as you deliberated your response. You had never actually been “invited” to one of their movie nights, only ever seeing them in the common room on your way back from the mess hall. Thinking about it made your pulse skyrocket, they wanted to hang out with you now? What has changed?

“I… uhm sure… that uh.. sounds fun.” 

Your face did not reflect your words, and your words did not match your internal emotions. You were excited but you were also very nervous, you began to go over the positive things before you were able to fall too deep into the negatives of your own mind. It would be good, a bonding experience with the group, and you would be able to relax then. Forcing a smile on your face to hopefully aid in the portrayal of the feeling of excitement instead of fear, but you probably just looked like you had to shit… honestly. He perked up immensely once hearing your answer and clapped a hand on your shoulder. 

“Great! Well we already decided what movie we are going to watch, hope you like Rango.. but we start at 8 okay?”

You nodded fervently, not able to trust your voice once again, and cracked your knuckles together in a habitual nervous tic.

“Good good! We will see you then! Don't be late.” With a sharp smile and a wink, he lifted his hand and spun on his heel to leave.

“And wear somethin’ comfy!” He shouted with one last word over his shoulder.

You snake your way back into the room fully and shut your door. When your hand leaves the handle you then notice a slight tremor in your hands. Taking breaths to stabilize yourself, you look at the clock hoping that you would have time to mentally prepare for interaction with the people you had assumed did not want to get to know you. 6:30. Great, you had only a little less than an hour of sleep. You knew you would be fine, and with an hour and a half until 8:00, perfect… that's three segments of 30 minutes before you had to be there.

Well maybe getting time to know your way around the common room could take a little bit of time. You mentally scratch off 15 minutes, to be able to get comfortable in the common room in your plan. And you had figured if you walked at your normal pace it would take you less than five minutes to get to the common room, so naturally you give yourself those 5 minutes for it. Realizing to yourself that you now have 20 minutes marked off for preparation, now you only have an hour and ten minutes by yourself.

You couldn’t stand being in your room any longer, all you were doing was sitting and overthinking, and it started to suffocate you. So you left. You grabbed a hoodie from your room and left for the common room. It was only 7:15. When you had gotten to the common room you noticed things were a little out of place compared to how it normally is. Choosing to sit on the couch you sat on the center cushion and put your hoodie on, the silence becoming deafening. You pulled out your phone and decided it would be a good time to check emails and messages that you had received. That had lasted a whole two minutes. 7:17. You really had nothing better to do, so you found one of the little push games on your phone and tried to distract yourself from the one question that had been looming over you since the Scotsman had asked you to join them

“What if this is a fucking prank?”

You hated that thought; you wished your brain wasn’t that untrusting of people you had known for nearly 6 months now, but it just came naturally to you. You so desperately wanted to get along with them, to be able to share some of their inside jokes, to be as close to them as they are to each other. Mindlessly tapping at your phone did nothing to help those thoughts that were digging their way into your brain. When you finally are able to look at the time on your phone, you were less than pleased with what you found. 7:46. The universe had to be fucking with you, sure 30 minutes was a decent amount of time, but not a good thing for the newfound anxieties coursing through your veins.

'Where were the others?' 

As a rule of thumb you typically showed up to a place 15 - 20 minutes early depending on the event, just to get situated and know what the vibe of the room felt like. There was no way for you to know how Soap, Ghost, or even Gaz liked to partition their time. It was nothing new for you to be the first one to arrive at any kind of event.

However, when you had read 7:58 on the lock screen of your phone and no one had shown up yet, you had begun to panic. The thoughts of them pulling a cruel prank on you began to boil over in you. A pit formed in your stomach, and you hug yourself in reassurance, was it beginning to get hotter in the common room. Or was it just you? As soon as the clock hit 8 pm you fought the frown that had begun to form on your face with a sharp bite to your lip. You were not going to cry over this. And so you sat and waited for the gang to arrive.

And you waited

And waited. For what felt like an eternity.

You flip your phone over and the screen lit up. Completely dumbfounded at the time that currently read on the screen. 8:09. You wanted to go back to your room, but you also wanted to give into their little game and finally just look for them. Then you heard a door opening and closing and finally heard their voices. Tears welled in your eyes as you heard them laughing. Were they laughing at you? You scrubbed your face with the sleeves of your hoodie before anyone could see your weakness.

“Oh hey! Looks like you beat us!” You hear Soap gruffly laugh out, and when you looked over you spotted Gaz, Price, Ghost, and Soap just having come through the doorway. They had looked at you with a small amount of confusion and concern in their eyes. Soap caught your eye and silently asked what was wrong, so you looked away. God, you must have looked like a kicked puppy if they knew that something was wrong from just one quick look. When you refused to answer Soap asked aloud,

“What’s the matter, dude? You alright?”

That is when you had realized your mistake. They had just been late. That was all. You had no reason to be fussing over something so small, so menial, it was only ten fucking minutes. You hummed a confirmation and nodded your head. Once again forcing a terrible smile you stated,

“Just excited for the movie.” A pause filled the room for about 8 seconds after and you shuffled slightly in your seat.

“You're absolute shit at lying.” Partially taken aback you turn your head to the sound of the voice. Price had stepped forward and the team had their eyes on him. You locked eyes with him and said in the most uncertain tone, 

“I’m sorry?”

"Apology accepted. I won't knock you for it, just remind me to teach you about avoiding interrogation later." he chuckled at his stupid joke. Your eyes roam over to the three others both Gaz and Soap are looking at their Captain, but Ghost is staring a hole into your head. You swore that man secretly had laser vision and just never told anyone. 

"Well, are you going to tell us what's the matter or are we going to have to use the American's way of interrogating?” He laughed again in an attempt to keep the conversation as light as he could, but it didn't affect the tension in the room. If anything it made it more awkward. Gaz made a face that would have made you laugh if your mood hadn't been completely soiled. At least Soap had laughed for you. Gnawing on your lip once more, you take a breath, there was no use in hiding this, if they could tell you were bothered it was dumb to hold it in. You opened your mouth, still trying to gather your thoughts on how to correctly word how you were feeling. It was a dumb thing, they would surely scoff at you.

“Kid, you can take your time okay? And if you want us to get outta yer face we can.”

“I thought you guys weren’t going to show up.” You say with a heavy heart, the tone in your voice laced with the fear of rejection. “Soap said to be here at 8 and I’ve been sitting here since like 7:15 and when you guys weren’t showing up I thought that it was you guy’s way of saying that you didn't like me and didn’t really want me here-”

“What?! How come wid ye ever think that?!” You jump at the quick Scottish shout that comes from Soap. The question forces you to think about the days you were left out of things as a kid and such. The thoughts are all fleeting but they still had managed to crawl their way out a little. Cracking your knuckles, you cast your eyes away from them. “I don’t know,” pausing you look back with an ashamed look shadowing over your face “I just have a lot of anxiety about that kinda stuff I guess… early is on time, and on time is late ya’ know? No matter what the situation is, it's kinda stupid.”

While you let your words hang in the air you take an abnormally large breath and run your hands over your face, then through your hair. Tiredness washing over you, your eyes drooping ever so slightly you realize how little sleep you were running on at this point.

“It's not stupid to have anxiety about stuff like that,” a deep, gruff voice rang through the room, “it's completely normal for someone to be liked by their peers.” There was no need to even look over at him because you could feel his eyes through his mask on your head.

“Yea, it literally pack mentality, it's kinda like a survival instinct. It's nature.” Gaz butts in and that's when you look over. ‘Pack mentality. Interesting take on it,’ you thought to yourself ‘does this mean we’re… a pack?’ your face scrunches up involuntarily as you try not to make it weird in your head. The four of them chuckle at something you didn't hear, so you shoot them all a quizzical look. Soap smiles at you and shakes his head. He walks over to where you are sitting on the couch and the others follow. Soap sits on your left and Ghost sits on your right, Gaz claims the chair and Price snatches a pillow from the seat to use on the floor. You offer your seat to Price, but he declines with a quick and adamant.

“No, thank you. Those idiots take up too much space and mohawk over there likes to cuddle during movies.”

You thought he was joking until a quarter of the way through the movie, you began to doze off and you felt yourself being pulled from the right to the left. You open your eyes, not even have realized you had closed them, and watch as Soap pulls you into his side with his arm. ‘This motherfucker’ you thought to yourself. You could feel the heat rise to the back of your neck and your ears burn. You had stiffened at the touch and looked up at him with a face that said ‘really?’ He simply smiled at you and leaned towards your ear, whispering “Just like a pack?” Your eyes widen at the very delayed information, that you had asked if the group was a pack.. out.. loud. God, you really were an idiot. 

You half-heartedly shoved him away and attempted to scoot over closer to Ghost but the arm around your shoulders locks you in. He just chuckles at your feeble attempts and continues watching the movie. You continue to stare for just a few lingering moments and turn back to the movie as well, the warmth from him that cloaked you begged you to sleep right there. You didn't need to watch the movie anyway, just being there was what you had craved.

AN: thank you so much for reading!! i genuinely think this is the longest thing ive ever written. its amazing how i can write 2.9k words for tumblr but i cant make the word count for class work 💀. have a wonder ful day!! <3

[a-ikuoliver]

io your twilight movie marathon outfit is SO cute.... i'm rattling my cage bars you clock me as such a fun person to hang out irl with!!!!! what's your fav thing to do when you're at a slumber party? making snacks, doing each others' makeup in crazy ways? gossiping, something else?

STOP IT IM GOING TO KISS YOU i think im very fun irl (im biased but also Correct) i talk a LOT and multiple friends have brought me along places just to make sure theres no awkward silence bc trust theres no silence at AWL LMAO and i can be charismatic and funny (not quite as much as my partner so they steal my spotlight but im still funny lmao)

as an adult at sleepovers its a lot more gossiping now LMAO normally my partner likes to cook for people if they come to our place and then we normally play random board games until we forget completely about it to talk lmao my friend has this game called monikers which we spent SO LONG playing i love it

if theres a movie its normally a horror and im a talker sorry im telling you every thought im having while its on

when my best friend came to stay with me for a week we made gingerbread houses and binged twilight and hunger games and didn't eat a bite of the gingerbread house LMAO BUT WE MADE IT

when i was younger i used to play around more with my makeup at sleepovers! we'd stay up until like 5am just doing the weirdest shit and watching the strangest movies we could find

AND when i used to sleep at my partners before we were dating we used to make snacks at midnight and play video games together, normally mortal kombat against each other (i refused to play cod with them theyre a try hard) or outlast so they could laugh at me getting scared lmao and the first time they stayed at my house i did their makeup to look like me and snuck the kettle into my room to make cup noodles at like 2am 😭

THIS IS SO LONG OMG BUT OVERALL IT DEPENDS BUT I PROMMY IM CHATTING NO MATTER WHAT LMAO if im with a group its normally movies and gossip/what we think of what we're watching, one on one itll be more like makeup and snacks and messing around like that!!

[ladyryukyo]

Hey! It’s CureDeity (sorry tumblr makes me ask from my main). I am here, in your inbox today, to rattle my little empty coin can and ask you to list some of your favorite beyblade fanfics! I’m going around asking a lot of people this, so feel free to ignore it if you want, but I thought this might be a good way for people to shout out some of the fanfic they really enjoy! Btw, if you can, I thought it would be helpful to list which site this fic was on so others could find it easier if they wanted to. Also, if you’ve written any fic (or have fic ideas, as we all know, imagining the same scene over and over again is the bread and butter of a writer), please also take this chance to have a massive, amazing ego and tell us which of your fics you're most proud of/is your favorite/etc.

okay okay okay okay, here we go

fair warning, i haven't been reading a lot in this fandom recently so these are mostly older fics, also i'm a snob bc i only read on ao3 and also i'm an even bigger snob bc i only read fics about my favorite characters (it's basically all kyoya lmao)

I'll never know by @earthaquila is a short but very interesting 'what if' about kyoya recognizing the dark power in tsubasa during their fight for japan's world champion team.

you were my daydream, but now you're my nightmare by @mxducktective is such a sweet kyoben fic, playing around with anime and manga canon as reality and nightmare and did i mention already how sweet they are in this?

Seize by SpringZephyr was probably one of the first fics i've read for mfb on ao3. it's so funny and idc that everyone is kinda ooc, kyoya as several guys' first gay experience is somehow hilarious to me, don't judge me.

Kyoya and Affection by @andro-dino is actually the cutest and i really love the polycule of kyoya/hyoma/tsubasa PLUS nile which just makes it better. yes, give him allllll the boyfriends.

everyone look at this discontinued time travel au that started amazing and then left me hanging bc i need you all to suffer with me: and we keep living anyway by Euphoriette. shut up yes i'm still obsessed w a fic that has one chapter and hasn't been updated in two years.

tbh at this point i'm already reaching the end of my fave fics that i've read but this ask sent me on a spiral all of yesterday and i actually binged a bunch of your fics for the first time deity?? mann i am late to the party as usual but here are some that actually blew me away

Darkness in Triplicate is so just wow incredible, i fell absolutely in love with this fic. i've always loved this trio and felt like you could do a lot with them in fan content bc yes they totally trauma bonded over the dark power possessing them and yes they have never had a decent conversation with each other. the possiblities!!!!!!!!

finally Ursa Minor is a fic i adore bc,,, what if they were actually friends? and what if they spend some casual down time together? and what if they watched bad movies and painted each others' fingernails? i'll tell you what. fuzz and feels and every good warm thing. that's what.

so. that's my fic rec list that is maybe a little outdated and also has mostly short fics which isn't usually like me but,,, it is what it is. thank you for the ask and thank you (again) for spreading some fic appreciation in the fandom! ❤️

[mysticmoondancer]

what are the plots of your mbav fanfic ideas?

There's actually quite a lot of them, but I'll tell you a few of them, though. But just of the ones I haven't decided if I wanna do or not because I don't know how to turn them into a story with a full plot just yet. Currently, they're all just story ideas with a partial plot to them.

Anyway, enough jabbering! Here's some of my fic ideas that are still up for debate on whether or not I'll do them:

This idea would probably be a series. The first book/fic of it would cover Jesse's past a bit and exactly how he knew Ethan's ancestor, too. Basically, Jesse and Ethan's ancestor were in love with each other but being gay back then was a big no-no and Ethan's ancestor's father didn't approve of their relationship together. In fact, Ethan's ancestor's father didn't even like Jesse to begin with would forbid his son from seeing him, too. Pretty much a whole forbidden romance type thing between the two. I won't go into details about the whole plot mainly because there's a lot. But the gist of it is that Ethan's ancestor's father was the one who told the rest of the town about Jesse and his flock being vampires and was responsible for assembling the angry mob who killed them (except for Jesse, of course). And after the fire, Jesse left town to not only recover from his injuries from the fire, but to also lay low for a while, as well. Unfortunately, it took him a few years to be able to return (for Ethan's ancestor), but when he did it was too late as Ethan's ancestor had a family of his own (with a woman. not a man.). And not only was he now married with kids, but he was now dead after dying from some sort of deadly illness.

Book two would be a remake of the MBAV movie and it would be a Bethan fic as Ethan and Benny would be also dating in it, as well. And after seeing Ethan for the first time, Jesse no longer cares about trying to get Sarah to join him, as his new love interest is now Ethan after finding out that Ethan is a descendant of that Morgan ancestor he fell in love with back then and how much Ethan looks just like him, as well. Of course, everything else in the movie does still happen, but just with a few changes, though. Like for example, Jesse doesn't wind up being killed or sealed away by the Dusker souls he gathered in the Cubile Animus. Instead, he sticks around (much to Sarah and Benny's dismay. mainly Benny's) and sometimes helps them out with their wacky supernatural adventures. Oh, yeah! I forgot to mention! Also, even though Ethan is with Benny and loves him very much, he still can't help but to slightly feel something for Jesse, as well, due to him being like his ancestor's reincarnation which means those feelings for the vampire were also inherited from his ancestor. But don't worry. His feelings for Benny are much greater those for Jesse's, though. But it's like he's kinda torn between the two at times when it comes to these feelings, but like I said before. He mainly chooses to stick with his current feelings and boyfriend (Benny), instead. But Jesse knows that Ethan also inherited his ancestor's feelings towards him, as well, and sometimes tries to convince Ethan to dump Benny and be with him, instead. Like it was supposed to be all those years ago because they were soulmates. Basically, the whole thing is like a struggle between a past love from a former life with Jesse and present day love that Ethan's with Benny now. A love triangle, if you will. *giggles* :P

Then of course, there would be a book 3, as well, which would cover their adventures in season 1 of the show. And maybe even a book 4, that would cover season 2's adventures.

And that's the gist of this mbav fanfic idea that's been rattling around in this old noggin' of mine. Gosh! That was a lot longer than I thought. Lol! Well, I don't want to make this reply any longer than it is already. So just one possible mbav fic idea will have to do for now, I suppose. Lol! Sorry.

As it stands now, this one is my favorite, so far. And I would really like to do it, but I just have way too many mbav fics to do already. But you never know. Maybe someday I might just say "forget it!" and just do it, regardless of how many other future fic ideas I have waiting to be done on my Fanfiction.net account! Lol! After all, it's my account and my stories, so I get to decide what comes next! :)

Anyway, this thing is long enough already. Thanks for the ask! :D

[thetreetopinn]

I watched this while I was working today. It was a lovely, soothing balm to the frustration and sisyphian nature of my job.

Also, it got me to thinking about this silly "where are they now" notion I thought up about the Princess Bride.

It's YEARS later, LOOOONG after the end of the movie/book.

A ship flying the royal banner of Florin is sailing away from its home port, bound for some distant, isolated corner of the map. Aboard is a relatively small crew--it's a relatively small ship. Their cargo is very particular and has been moping for weeks since the edict was given.

It's Humperdink. He has no crown. He was once king, but no longer. His son has deposed him after seeing him for the arrogant, cruel, dastardly wretch his father is, and how he had tried to have his bride murdered on their wedding night. After having tried to have her murdered by hired bandits to start a war. For profit and glory.

The kingdom was glad to be rid of him as their ruler.

He is now in exile. This ship was intended to carry him to a distant island where he would live out the rest of his days under constant watch of men selected personally by his son, the now king of Florin.

Humperdink is miserable. He has lost any sense of pride in himself. The kingdom turning on him. His trial. His own son ousting him. It has given him a great deal to think about.

That is, until the ship falls under attack.

The pirate ship Revenge takes the little vessel, unable to defend itself with its limited arms and crew. Strangely, the captain of the Revenge is not interested in murdering the lot--not when he finds out who the crew are transporting... and that he is being transported in the brig.

The Dread Pirate Roberts howls with laughter upon seeing the sorry state the once proud Humperdink has fallen into. He agrees to release the ship and let the crew flee... so long as they turn Humperdink over to him. Without a moment's hesitation, they agree.

The deposed king is practically thrown onto the deck of the Revenge as the pirate crew gather around, cackling and growling, lots of your typical "Arrr!" and "Make'em walk da plank!", really leaning into the stereotype. Clearly, they enjoy tormenting the wretched fellow.

Roberts makes his way through the throngs of pirates ringed around the cowering man and crouches in front of him, unable to keep from grinning broadly. His eyes flash from behind his mask.

"Welcome aboard. Do not worry. We will make sure you will enjoy your stay with us... Prince." Roberts says.

This puzzles Humperdink. He hasn't gone by that title in ages.

"What do you want!?" he cries in a mix of terror and anger.

"To watch you suffer," Roberts says, "An old friend taught me a very special practice. I believe you are familiar with it. Tell me, do you know what... 'to the pain' means?"

Humperdink's eyes widen in abject horror, recalling all too clearly the description the man in black rattled off while lying in his bed on his wedding night. It was the first time the deposed king had ever felt any sense of true fear. Then the man in black stood up. The man Humperdink was sure he had killed earlier that day--having watched him scream in agony then cease to move or breathe--stood up, lifted a sword, and disarmed him with only his words.

Roberts sees this reaction and his grin widens further. His thick, dark mustache unable to hide the gleaming white of his pearly teeth.

"Oh I see you do know! Very good! Then we do not have to review the process! Get him up!" he says with childlike glee.

There is something familiar about Roberts' voice. The former king has heard it before. He can't quite place it, but that accent--he knows it.

The pirate crew hoist Humperdink up to his feet, but he cannot stand. He has lost all control over his body. The fear has gripped him. He knows what is coming. It may not be immediate, but it is coming, and he is powerless to stop it. He has not maintained his practice in combat. His hunting prowess has faded. His keen vision has grown dull. He is not the man he once was, and he does not have the strength to fight back an entire crew of young, strong, murderous pirates.

The crew haul the ragdoll Humperdink below deck and toss him into a small hold--dark, dank, rat-infested, and low enough in the ship that if they take on water, they could just leave him to drown before finally bailing it out.

He crawls meekly towards the door before Roberts' black boots step into the opening. Humperdink stops and looks meekly up at the man who holds his fate in his hands.

"You are going to wish I had dispatched you when I had the chance all those years ago," Roberts says, "Do not worry... you will see your friend Rugen soon enough."

That is when it all clicks into place.

Roberts is a Spaniard. That was what he found so familiar about his voice--the accent was that of a young swordsman who had slain the Count. His nightmare was now complete.

"You're... you're..." Humperdink stammers out.

"Shhh..." Roberts hisses gently, crouching once again to be closer to the pathetic royal man's level, "Let us not spoil this moment with too many words. Let us just both bask in the knowledge that you are finally getting what you truly deserve."

Words fail Humperdink. He cannot even beg for mercy. All he can muster are incoherent sounds that could arguably be described as whimpers or sobs.

Roberts is back up to his full height in a flash. He hasn't felt this good in years. He feels as young as he was when they stormed the castle the night his father's soul was at last at peace. He stepped out of the tiny closet Humperdink was crammed into, spun about to look at him once more, illuminated from behind by the bright sunlight spilling in through the cargo hatch above.

"Good night, Humperdink. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

The former king finally managed to reclaim enough control over his voice to scream a long, loud 'NOOO!' as Inigo slammed the door shut and locked it.

Jessie Gender and my nearly 6 hour magnum opus on the politics of star wars is now up.

We have been working on this for over a year, I did 17 minutes of animation for it, please share it around and give it a watch.

[sugarybitterness]

could you do mama!nat who just recently adopted teen!reader and notices she really likes the ocean and fish so she takes her to the aquarium and nat is just in awe of how sweet she is looking at the tanks and telling her all the facts she knows

a/n; helluu sorry for the delay on this && that it’s kinda short 🥲 i hope you like this nonetheless and tysm for the mama!nat request!! 🫶🏻

natasha never thought she’d be able to have a daughter of her own. not when the red room had taught her that love was a weakness, and had stripped her of the choice of ever having her own child.

but then she met you. you had popped onto tony’s radar as an enhanced individual. so, naturally, he took you in. similar to peter, you had no parents. unlike peter, you had no living family left to care for you and the foster system had failed you on multiple occasions.

when tony introduced you to the team, you had taken an instant liking to natasha. steve ended up putting you under mentorship much to the redhead’s initial hesitance.

however, despite her fear that she wouldn’t be able to train you well, she proved to be an excellent mentor. eventually, her relationship with you developed into a much closer one. it was only when you had accidentally slipped up and called her mama that she finally managed to put a name on what she was feeling.

it was a maternal love. when she realised it everything made much more sense. why was she was so protective over you, the mere idea of you getting hurt sending her into a slight frenzy. she wants to protect you from all the harm in the world, just like a mother would.

after your initial avoidance of the issue and of natasha, she finally corners you. a long talk later with a bit of tears and a lot of hugging, she approaches tony about going through the adoption process with you. she had already been your legal guardian at that point so the process was smooth.

of course, natasha was going to celebrate this milestone. as a highly trained assassin, she’s noticed that you’ve taken a keen interest in the ocean and all things marine biology related. she supposes it’s to be expected since you can literally manipulate water.

when natasha pulls into the carpark of the aquarium, you whip your head to look at her with wide eyes.

“do you like your surprise?” natasha has a knowing smile on her face and you nod your head rapidly. the two of you step out of the car and you hurry to the other side to engulf natasha in a tight hug.

soon, natasha is being dragged along to all the various exhibits. you’re rattling off fact after fact and natasha can’t help but to stare fondly at you. moving closer to the shark tank, you stare up in awe at the various sharks swimming around.

natasha is patient throughout your time at the aquarium. she let’s you take the lead and follows along behind you as you explore the place with wide eyed wonder. at times like this she’s reminded about how little of a childhood you had.

you had lost your parents as a young child, then being thrown around foster homes where the adults were either abusive or neglectful. you had been running away from yet another bad foster home when you had noticed a robbery going on. you stepping in and using your powers was caught on a cctv and that’s how tony found you.

natasha knows that people view her as a dangerous individual and she was fine with that really. but she never knew expected how nice it would be to have someone (you) look at her in such awe. the black widow has always been your favourite avenger, her rough past was what made you continue to work harder to be the best version of yourself.

because if natasha can continue to do such good for the world, even when the world has been so unkind.. you could too. so could everyone really.

as natasha watches you grab a pair of dolphin stuffed toys, handing one to her, she couldn’t bring herself to say no to you.

and no one dares to comment on it when the two of you bring the matching dolphins to the next family movie night, the two of you cuddling together on the couch as usual. the avengers are your family now and you couldn’t be more thankful.

[hanlixmin]

Sorry Babe || JK

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader (Y/N)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: None really.

Jungkook was always the jealous type. Something about another guy trying to give you attention made him feel some kind of way, boiled his blood. He was the jealous type, but he wasn’t controlling.

He trusted you with his whole heart and being. Which somehow led to the predicament that was unfolding right now. He was sat at the kitchen counter in your shared apartment, waiting for you to arrive home. He knew you’d be tipsy if not completely drunk but that didn’t stop the anger that rattled deep within. He didn’t mind you having guy friends, but there was this one particular one he seen videos and pictures of you grinding on in a club. Apparently, he was a part of your friend group. He was always hanging around you guys. Jungkook mentally raged every time he was around.

To keep Jungkooks mind off of everything, he decided to go live and do karaoke with ARMY. There was some songs that he did, that were lowkey blows at you but he also did some upbeat dancey ones too. He was live for a good while until he heard your keys jingling in the doorknob. That was when he said goodbyes to ARMY and ended the live. His plan was to ignore you for a while, just to be petty. So, when you walked in, shutting the door behind you, he didn’t even look your way. Instead, he continued scrolling through the tv that was shining bright in front of him.

“Babe, I’m home. I’m just gonna take a shower really quick.” You said, scurrying off into your shared bedroom. To Jungkook, you didn’t sound too tipsy and you didn’t sound drunk either. That’s when his eyebrows furrowed together.

Thirty minutes or so, had past and you had finally gotten out of the shower. Feeling fresh and clean, you threw on some shorts and one of Jungkooks oversized shirts. Making your way into the kitchen where Jungkook was still sat at the counter.

“Did you eat?” You asked him, as you walked over to the fridge. He said nothing. Didn’t even hum in response. It was odd. He usually greeted you at the door or asked to join you whenever you said you’d be taking a shower. “Babe?” You called out again, closing the refrigerator door and walking over to him. He was too busy ignoring you, but he was lost in the tv. “Kook.” You said, standing directly in front of him. He just looked around you. Not even acknowledging you. “Why are you ignoring me?” Crossing your arms in front of you. He just scoffs and rolls his eyes. With that, it clicked. He must have seen the videos, you thought to yourself. “You saw the videos with me and my friend huh?” You let out a loud laugh. That ticked Jungkook off. “What’s so funny about grinding against another man, Y/N?” He said in a cold tone, which only made you laugh more. “Baby, you’re so jealous.” You said, walking around the counter to wrap your arms around him and kissing his cheek. “My dear love, Jungkook. So so jealous.” He was getting more irritated at you for laughing at him. “For one, I wasn’t grinding on him. For two, he has a crush on you. He doesn’t want me and I don’t want him.” You said, laughing even more. Jungkook just froze and stared off. “What?” He said, looking at you immediately. “Watch the video again. I wasn’t grinding on him. It only looks like it because of the way the video was shot.” Jungkook pulls out his phone and watches it again. He can now clearly see that you were in fact not grinding against him. He sighed a sigh of relief because he was genuinely so upset. “I’m sorry babe.” He said, in a low tone. He got up and pulled you into a hug. “It’s okay, but you owe me food and lots of it.” He looked at you and chuckled. “Did you not eat with your friends?” He kissed your forehead. You shook your head. “No, I wanted to come eat with you. I even left early.” He smiles. “Fine, go pick out a movie and I’ll order from your favorite place.” He said, pecking your lips.

The rest of the night, you guys ate and watched movies. Jungkook clung to you like he almost lost you. It made your heart warm but it was still funny how jealous he got.

[its-deputy-caleb]

Could I request the Four Lords reacting to thinking the read is scared of them and that’s why they won’t speak to them, but really reader is mute (whether born that way, because of trauma, or a physical injury)

Maybe they know sign language and that’s how they communicate instead?

Okay so i’m very sorry for the late delay of these I’ve been super busy and i just whipped this up really quickly and i apologise that it’s really rushed!! I hope these aren’t too bad although i’m not super happy with how they turned out :((

Alcina Dimitrescu

It’s only natural that working in Castle Dimitrescu that you’d be a little fearful of unpredictability of Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters.

However what you didn’t know was that she’s taken a liking to you already, watching you work from afar and she made it very clear that no one was to harm you.

Whenever you interacted she could help but notice how quiet you were, finding it rather odd when you responded to her commands with a short nod and a bow.

Alcina becomes fascinated with you, her eye always on you and sometimes even beckoning you to come and pour her wine just to see your reaction.

She walks past the cellars one day and notices you talking to a maiden. Well you weren’t exactly talking but the two of you were moving your hands in a way that looked like you could understand each other, watching the smile on your face.

Her curiosity and mild jealously meant she took it upon herself to understand exactly what she saw and came to learn that you are mute.

She becomes very overprotective of you after seeing you smile and light up like that, wanting to keep you by her side and away from anything that could harm you.

Eventually you earn her respect and no longer have to work for her. Instead of working you spend your days having tea in elaborate outfits, sitting across from Alcina as she rambles for hours about the girls dragging more bloodied corpses onto the new carpets or Heisenberg’s dramatic outbursts at family meetings or the complaints from the villages.

All of it made you smile and Alcina feels so accomplished when she sees you light up the way she first saw you. Feeling like she’s finally found the way in to your heart.

Her favourite thing to do is at the end of each night walk you to your permanent chambers, bringing a kiss to your hand and signing “goodnight my love” in sign language. It was one of the first things in sign language that you taught her and she’s never once forgetten it.

Donna Beneviento

At first Donna didn’t really notice that you are quieter compared to most people as she’s often finds herself falling into long periods of silence herself.

Not only is she generally reserved and not inclined to socialise like her siblings but a lot of the trauma and experiments she received from Mother Miranda has led to her withdrawing even more.

The only one she really talks to is Angie, although the doll is apart of her, it’s how she copes and allows herself to come out of her comfort zone without having to interact with her family which remind her of all the terrible experiences.

At first Donna believes you’re scared of her and Angie especially. She’s just so excited to finally have someone from outside the family who she trusts and wants to be with and doesn’t want to scare you away.

This makes her tense up a lot and push you away because she hates the thought of scaring you but Angie is apart of her and she doesn’t know how to keep you in her life while remaining herself.

But she quickly learns that you’re mute and although you can’t express it through words you care just as much for her.

That’s how you both discover that just being in each other’s company is enough for you to be happy together.

Touch is the one thing that keeps you both connected. Whether you have your hand in hers or you’ve got each other in a tight hug, touch is the way you both say ‘i love you’.

Sometimes when she’s having a bad day and you can feel the nerves pouring out of her, you walk up and hold your palm up to her.

Donna’s hand will sit softly against your own with only the tips of your fingers intertwining, just the slightest touch can calm her. Your forehead presses to hers and you hold her close until all her worries melt away.

Even though you can’t tell her, all the fleeting touches and gentle movements are how you tell Donna every day that you could never be scared of her but in fact you love her very deeply.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore instantly panics when he sees you don’t talk, his mind instantly jumping to the conclusion that you must either fear him or hate him like everyone else.

He doesn’t want to lose you, and is almost desperate for you attention which he doesn’t understand can’t be said through words.

He’s gonna bring you all of the things he likes in hopes to show you that he’s not scary like everyone thinks.

Each night he’s bringing you blankets (which are damp and kinda smell but he doesn’t know) and each morning he’s got breakfast for you and he’s gonna bring all the cheese he owns.

He’s still convinced you’re scared of him so he drops them in front of you and retreats into the corner with his hands raised, anticipating your rejection but still no less scared of your reaction.

“I’m not scary, I promise…”

Eventually he realises you can’t speak and that you enjoy his efforts to make you comfortable, thinking it’s adorable.

When you become comfortable around each other you being to show him some phrases in sign language so he can communicate with you. He’s definitely eager to learn, practically begging alcina for books on it from her library.

He’s not very good at it but you spend your afternoons teaching him and you both end up giggling and laughing at his attempts. By the end of the night you’re both crashed on the couch after watching movies.

He loves to take you outside to see the reservoir and windmill where you write little messages to each other on the snow.

Karl Heisenberg

When Karl first learnt that you’d be sent to his factory by order of Mother Miranda he was furious that he’d have to babysit you.

He ignores you at first, not even looking at you as he left you in some room of the factory with the door locked behind him.

One day after a fight with Alcina he comes bashing through what’s slowly become your bedroom of sorts. His fist collides with the metal countertop leaving a dent in it as metal shards rattle around the room.

“If that bitch humiliates me one more time at a family meeting i’ll hit her with my hammer!”

He looks at you and notices the startled look on your face from having to dodge all the metal now flying around the room until it drops to the floor. Karl looking at you with a sheepish face, upset with himself that he scared you.

“Sorry about that…”

Karl spends more time with you after that, showing you around his factory and telling you all his elaborate plans to bring down Miranda and vent about his sister after he realised you were a good listener.

In fact he started to realise that you were almost too much of a good listener… and that you had never once spoken to him.

He didn’t even know you name and that frustrated him beyond all means.

While he was still confused at your behaviour, he couldn’t bring himself to hate it as you grew closer with each passing day.

Sometimes his favourite thing to do is to sit with you in his living quarters, sitting on the couch with his head in your lap as your fingers brush through his hair.

It’s there where he’ll talk to you for hours about everything and nothing at all. Just happy to have someone in his life.

He’s comforted by the fact that you’re mute because you don’t judge him, your actions towards him always soft and warming.

He’s never had someone who could be there for him emotionally and physically, and he loves that you show him how much you love him by the little gestures like cuddling, playing with his hair and holding his head in your hands.

[stllite]

always ˎˊ˗

peter parker x fem!reader

word count 800

summary peter comforting you when you’re stressed.

warnings mentions of anxiety, angst (not a lot), lil suggestive, flufff!!

author’s note i’m in the middle of writing another fic but i wanted to write something comforting since i’m going through a stressful time myself and if u are too, i hope this helps! enjoy <3

you were currently sitting at your desk. music was blaring softly in the background, and the only light in the room was your lamp beaming down on all your scattered papers.

you were stressed.

it was like everything was hitting you all at once.

you were doing so well you thought.

to be completely honest, you just wanted to throw your papers out the window and go to sleep.

a much needed sleep.

but you also didn’t want to give up because that would just stress you more.

but you just couldn’t do your work no matter how hard you would try.

your mind would wander to things like you’re a failure or you can’t even do simple work.

you put your music up trying to suppress these thoughts because you knew they weren’t true.

but it was almost suffocating you.

you ran your hands through your hair, trying to catch your breath. you felt your heart starting to race and more thoughts overcrowding your brain.

oh god.

you quickly got up from your desk and paced around your room trying to collect your self.

not now. not now.

shaking off your hands, you picked up your phone from your desk and called the one person who could comfort you through whatever this was.

as the phone started ringing, you sat down on your bed trying to focus on your breathing.

“y/n? hey baby, what’s up?” peter answered contently.

hearing his voice almost instantly made you feel better.

you sighed. “h-hi pete um, what are you doing right now?”

“uh i just got done patrolling and i’m on my way home. why, are you okay?” peter replied, a strain of worry in his voice.

“honestly, no. i’m not. can you come over please?” you finally said sniffling a bit.

“yes of course. i’ll be over soon, okay?” peter said as you heard a thwip and the phone starting to rattle.

“okay.”

you hung up the phone and curled up to your side, trying to focus on the lyrics and beat of your music in the meantime.

other than peter, music was your source of comfort.

after a few minutes, you heard tapping at your window.

you turned your head from your side and saw peter with his mask off smiling at you softly.

you smiled back as you got up from your bed and walked towards your window, opening it to let peter in.

“hi,” peter said while catching his breath after crawling through the window.

you couldn’t even form words.

you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around him tightly, almost afraid of letting go, while you cried softly.

“hey hey, it’s okay,” peter softly whispered holding you close to him.

you hardly ever showcased your emotions. you preferred to deal with it alone and peter knew and respected that. but because of that, it would bottle up until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

and peter was always there for you.

he kept talking to you softly trying to calm you down while combing through your hair, cradling you in his arms.

as your cries softened, you pulled your face away from his chest and looked up at him.

“sorry,” you chuckled slightly as you wiped your remaining tears.

“hey,” peter started, moving his hands to hold your face. “don’t be sorry. you have nothing to be sorry about.”

you relaxed in his hands, closing your eyes to savor this sweet moment.

“do you wanna talk about it?” he asked caressing your face, the feeling of his suit material relaxing you more.

“not right now.” you replied to which he nodded his head.

“okay my love. whenever you’re ready, i’ll always be here, okay?” peter put his forehead on yours.

“okay.”

you stayed like that for a little bit, in the comfort of each other’s presence, until peter spoke up.

“what do you say we cuddle up in bed and watch your favorite movie. harry potter?” he smiled, pushing his head away from yours to look into your eyes.

“i would love that.” you smiled back.

you moved closer to him, attaching your lips on his. he cupped your face making the kiss deeper and passionate, showcasing his love and care for you.

as you pulled away slowly, you looked in his eyes and pecked his lips one last time.

“go take a shower, you smell,” you joked, pulling back.

“ha, ha,” he started sarcastically. “i’ve had a busy night.”

you chuckled at his response.

“join?” he asked smirking slightly.

you rolled your eyes playfully at him and grabbed his hand, walking towards your bathroom.

after a much needed shower with lots of kisses in between, you two fell asleep cuddling while harry potter was playing in the background.

and you finally slept soundly.

[raebayhc]

Girls Night Out

warnings: implied virgin, fingering, lesbian implied, bi implied, public sex, smut, fluff, angst

word count: 2164

summary: you along with your groups of friends decide to have a girls' night for the first time in a while, things get heated and your friends end up taking turns using your body.

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It was a Thursday night and you along with the other ladies who went to the same college as you decided to go out and have a girls’ night. Yall planned on going to see a movie, going out for drinks, then finally retiring to Sasha’s barn where yall planned to stay up late telling spooky stories trying to freak one another out. Normally you wouldn’t agree to something like this because socially you were a lost cause, you had many friends and were very close to them. However, when it came to hanging out in large groups and even going out in public with the group, that’s when you started to get anxious. Your friends always had your back though and you knew that. Ultimately you decide not to fret too much and just have fun.

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It was the beginning of a very long night, you and pieck were roommates so yall got ready at the same time and left together to meet everyone else at the theatre. On the ride there pieck looked over to you and broke the silence- “if it becomes too much just let me know, I’m good to go home anytime.. Okay darling?” she patted your thigh and you nodded waiting for her warm hand to leave its place. It never did. She kept her hand on your thigh occasionally tapping to the beat of the music she turned on after yall briefly spoke. You felt your cheeks begin to warm as you peered out the window. Nobody within the group of friends knew you swung that way you wouldn’t dare tell them fearing the absolute worst. You knew they would love you no matter what and you never thought they would say anything hurtful but you still kept your little secret to yourself.

Piecks hand remained on you the whole car ride to the theatre. When yall arrived you hopped out of the car with intent... That intent being getting away from under piecks touch as you know you wouldn’t be able to hide your heavy breath for much longer. You played it off as getting “all excited” about seeing the movie when you really just wanted to escape. You waited as pieck slowly gathered her items and met you outside the car, yall then proceeded to walk through the glass doors into the theatre where the rest of the girls were already waiting.

“Yo what took yall so long??” Sasha said while stuffing her face full of popcorn. “Yeah, we thought we were gonna miss the movie because of you two” Ymir followed, whilst rolling her eyes. You look around to check everyone out, Historia and Ymir were clinging together, as usual, Sasha and Mikasa playing “hot hands” in the corner. You laughed as Mikasa gagged after Sasha got butter all over her hands. Pieck walked off to go meet hitch at the counter to get some candy. You giggled to yourself and told the girls that the movie was going to start soon and yall should probably head to yalls seats.

Finally, in yalls seats waiting for the movie to begin, you were sat between Sasha and Mikasa. You were definitely closer to these two than you were anyone else. Yall had been a trio since fourth grade and nothing could ever split yall apart. Nothing. All of the ladies were quite touchy with each other, it was all platonic of course. Why wouldn’t it be? Sasha snatched your right hand and hugged your shoulder burying her nose in the crook on your neck as a monster popped out at the screen. “Why would you choose a horror movie when you can't handle them” you whispered to Sasha to which she replied “because I like the way it makes me feel y/n, I get all tingly and itchy” you rolled your eyes holding back a chuckle so you wouldn’t disturb the others during the quiet scene.

You felt a slight tug at your left hand as Mikasa habitually grabs your hand. She tends to do that when she has nothing to do with her hands, it “helps her stay focused” she has explained to you a million times. Between Sashas breath on your neck and Mikasa drawing circles on your hand with her index you couldn’t help but squirm. You go to whisper something about the movie to Mikasa when she goes to do the same, your faces come within an inch of each other, noses barely touching you feel her breath out her nose as it fans across your lips. Your face turns bright pink as you halt in surprise. “I wanted to point out that actor….. Since we’ve spoken about them before…” she spoke softly. You replied with a small “me too…”. Yall have yet to part until you are broken up by screams as the movie takes a turn and Sasha yanks your arm “AHHHHH Y/N HELP!!!!!” Sasha screams in a high-pitched tone. You turn breaking your eye contact with Mikasa “Sasha! Be quiet we arent the only ones here!” you jab at her as you apologetically smile at the others in the theatre. You momentarily forgot about the moment you and Mikasa had until she takes her hand and places it on the back of your neck. Thumb swiping up and down, she pulls you a bit closer to whisper “awfully close weren’t we…” she lets that sentence linger before playfully giggling and removing her hand from your nape.

The movie was finally over and you were one of the last to leave your seat, since you decided to pick up all the popcorn Sasha had dropped after one of the jumpscares, you stand up, lifting your arms towards the ceiling, stretching and letting out a soft moan. You felt hands slither from the small of your back to the front of your hips “wow y/n, you have a hot moan. Whoever sleeps with you must be lucky” Ymir says before shifting you to the side to make way for her and historia. “Ugh, Ymir how many times do I have to tell you it’s not ladylike to talk about such things so casually” “I know I know I’m sorry... But it had to be pointed out” Ymir shrugged “she does have a point y/n.. You have an attractive voice it makes sense your moans would be..” historia pitches in and she looks you up and down before continuing “h o t” she lingers on the t a bit before moving on. You could feel your arousal pooling. The ladies seem different tonight... Maybe it’s just you... Maybe it’s not... They walk out and you follow suit.

You decide to ride with hitch since yall haven’t spoken a lot tonight, you ask her about life and she goes on to rant about her boyfriend noting that he’s not good in bed and she hates his haircut, she finishes her rant off with “ugh maybe I should just switch to girls! You’d date me right y/n?” you pause for a moment then reply with a simple “who wouldn’t!” a simple sentence yet complex at the same time. She turns to you and examines your face “you know I think id be a top if I were with a girl… in fact, you’d make a perfect bottom for me..” her eyes linger a bit too long, your skin crawling whilst illuminated by the red light yall were stopped at. It flashes green and her eyes return to the road “of course if I was single and into girls hahaha” she plays it off.

Yall arrive at the bar shortly after Sasha and Mikasa who had taken the same car and followed by Ymir who carpooled with historia. Mikasa and Sahsa hand out everyone’s paper wristbands, Sasha stops in front of you takes your hand, and putting it on for you. She didn’t do it for anyone else… just you. You decided you were overthinking and you moved on, walking into the club you were bombarded with loud music busybodies and the smell of alcohol. You were stressed, so many people, so many noises, so many smells. It was overwhelming, to say the least. Pieck noticed your uneasiness and placed her hand on the small of your back, she led you to a dark hallway filled with heavy pheromones and kissing partners, past that was a bathroom to which she leads you, pushed you in, followed after you, and locked the door. “Wh-” pieck covered your mouth with a single finger, “I noticed your stress, we can leave if you need y/n” a look of sorrow on her face. “No I’m fine it was just a lot at once I’m sorry, I’m okay now” you push out with a soft smile. Her body moving closer to you she wraps an arm around you pulling you closer “baby… tell me if you need anything, mmkay?” she purrs into your neck giving it a soft peck. Your arousal beginning to pool again you squeeze your thighs.

She excuses herself letting you go and leaving the bathroom. Turning around to face the mirror you scold yourself for acting the way you are when your friends are just being nice, they’d probably feel so grossed out if they knew your cunt was getting all nice and soaked for them, you thought. “Maybe I just need to relieve some stress… yeah that's all it is… built-up stress…” you hiked up the mini skirt that you decided to wear today above your hips and you pulled your new pink lace panties to the side. Beginning to slide your fingers over your unclothed clit the door rattles “hey bear, pieck said you weren’t feeling well so I brought you a dri-” historias sentence is cut short when she looks up to see you sitting on the counter sprawled open like a book. “I’m so so-” you begin before she hurriedly shuts and locks the door behind her.

“I- i- can explain-” she cuts you off before you get a chance to explain “oh bear..” a slight purr in her voice “who knew you had such a perfect pussy?.. All this time you’ve been hiding it from me?” she pouts, you’ve never seen her act this way much less talk this way before. Shocked by her actions you freeze, she steps closer and peers up into your eyes, lifting a hand to show she has her pinky and index slightly bent, she speaks “..may I?” if this was any other night you would freak out, apologize, get dressed quickly and leave, but for some reason you cant. “Please do” a slight whininess in your voice. Taking her ring and middle finger she traces a line from your entrance to your clit making you twitch once she reaches the small bud. She chuckles a bit and continues, pushing her middle finger into you, slowly but surely, you lay your head back resting it on the mirror. A low groan leaves her throat as you tighten around her finger “y/n… can I ask you a question? Hmm?” “nghh yes” you manage to push out through cries and moans. “You’re a virgin aren’t you, bear? Nobody has ever touched this perfect little body. Nobody has ever stuck their fingers in you either, huh?” you nod trying to keep sane while her pace quickens, you squint your eyes shut forcing tears out and down the sides of your face. Your response influenced her as she moved faster prodding another finger at your entrance and pushing it in with her other. “Ahh fuck ‘ri’” RI was a name you’ve called her since yall first met, originally made because you couldn’t remember her full name but it kind of just stuck throughout the years. “I’m gonna- I think I’m g-” cut off by the feeling of her warm tongue prodding your clit, dangerously licking and lapping, boy did she know how to please, and that she did. “RI oh shit” you grab a fistful of her hair as your orgasm hits, continuing to finger fuck you and lightly lick your sensitive bud she helps you ride out your high. “..- first, right?” you couldn’t make out what she said through your hazy mindset “what RI?” she repeats “I was your first, right??” you nod with lazy eyes, she smiles a big smile then gives you a sloppy kiss, you groan into her lips.

She cleans you up then helps you off the counter. Now realizing what had just happened you panic pushing out a quick “oh my goodness ri I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to put you in that position” she chuckles “don’t worry bear there are plenty of other positions I plan to have you in” before you could really digest that she tugs at your wrist leading you out to the main hallway and back to your groups of friends. The night has only begun….

THE END Pt. 1

this is my first fanfic ever so I'm sorry if it's bad!! I will continue to improve trust me! also, this will be a multi-part series so stay updated!

[fabulouspotatosister]

goodnight, sweet angel

the doctor comes over for a surprise sleepover.

word count: 2,069 (nice.)

a/n: i know i'm kind of on a bit of a writing hiatus right now, but i was having a good day and was feeling particularly inspired by my lovely friends on discord (especially @iced-tea-possibly, hi bestie), so have this short unedited thing! honestly this is just a 13 version of that one 11 fic i wrote but i hope you enjoy!

The Doctor usually had your little routine down to a science - she'd take you on a fun adventure, have maybe one or two near-death experiences, and then drop you back on Earth for a couple of days to wind down and relax before she did the whole thing over again. It took a few tries, but eventually the Doctor would show up at your door like clockwork, always politely knocking on the door and waiting for you with a smile as bright as every star in the universe beaming on her face. And you, the lovelorn fool that you are, could never say no to that smile.

But the Doctor hadn't been back in weeks. Two weeks and five days, to be exact, but you weren't exactly counting. No, you were most definitely not marking days off of your calendar like the protagonist of a coming-of-age movie.

You'd spent the past two weeks and five days trying to distract yourself - going to work, reading books, watching movies, anything that kept your mind busy so that it wouldn't jump to conclusions at every possible chance it got. And since the Doctor's M.O was getting into trouble, it had a lot of opportunities.

Doing the dishes, however, wasn't exactly the most riveting activity.

You didn't even have that many dishes to do. Just a few plates, a bowl, and some utensils. You'd been absentmindedly scrubbing at one bowl (a surprisingly ornate souvenir that the Doctor had brought back and that you had just used for instant noodles) for about five, ten minutes now? The bowl shone underneath the dim fluorescent lights of your house, already squeaky clean, and you were still picking at a spot of dirt that probably wasn't there at all.

You groaned. What was the point of worrying, anyway? The Doctor was probably fine, and she probably just lost track of time - but there was that word again, probably. It meant a world of infinite possibilities, and there was sure to be a portion of those possibilities that were not good at all.

Stupid. You picked up the bowl again and dunked it into the water below. The intricate carvings disappeared under a sea of soap bubbles. You're just thinking like that because you like -

A loud rattling noise cut off your pessimistic train of thought. Your phone was ringing, vibrating against the tile of the countertop.

You stared at it for a minute. Two. Then you looked at the clock that hung on your wall. A quarter to midnight. If you ignored the absurdity of you doing your dishes at this time, who in their right mind would be calling you at this hour?

You picked up your phone with soapy hands and tucked it in between your shoulder and ear. "Hello?"

"Hiya!" came the Doctor's cheery voice through the receiver. "I'm in a bit of a pickle."

Unfortunately, with the Doctor, "in a bit of a pickle" could mean absolutely anything. It was more like a sliding scale, really, with "tore open my coat" on one end and "the universe is literally imploding" on the other. The definition varied wildly every time. But it was good to hear her voice, and you let a smile slip onto your face. Phone still balancing precariously, you picked up the alien souvenir bowl and started rinsing it under the tap. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing too serious," she said, which was another misleading statement she liked to bring up whenever things were indeed too serious. "Well, could be, but it's best not to dwell on it. I've lost my TARDIS."

The bowl slipped from your hand and landed with a loud noise into the soapy water below. So much for that one. "I'm sorry?"

"It's not as bad as you think!" the Doctor said quickly. "It's kind of the other way around. So correction: the TARDIS lost me. I'm a little bit stranded."

"A little bit stranded?" You tried to keep the bite out of your voice, but you swore you could hear the Doctor wince on the other end of the line. If the TARDIS really had chosen violence and stranded the Doctor somewhere, there was no telling where or when she'd been spat out. "Where are you right now? Hold that thought. When are you?"

"Um -" The Doctor paused for a moment. "Where you are, I think. Give me five minutes?"

Before you could open your mouth to ask any more questions, the line went dead. Five minutes?

A minute had barely passed before the sound of knocking filled the air. Still shellshocked, and honestly a little nervous, you wiped your wet hands in the front of your pants and made your way to your door.

You opened it slowly, peeking out of the gap. "...Hi."

"Hi," the Doctor said, with that same bright smile of hers that just loved to make your heart do roundabouts in your chest. "Sorry for the late notice. Were you busy?"

Busy trying not to think about you, thanks. "No, I was just, uh -" you opened the door wider and jerked your thumb backwards, gesturing at the dishes still in your sink, "doing the dishes. Don't ask."

She didn't. With the knowledge that the Doctor was most definitely safe, you let your mind wander. She stood there, hands in her pockets, the scattered light of the streetlamps behind her giving her what looked like a halo around her golden hair.

"Do you want to come in?" you asked.

"Can I come in?" she asked, at the exact same time.

You stared at each other for a moment. Another smile, even brighter this time, spread across her face. The cold wind of the night was blowing outside but it could have been the sunrise right then and there.

Okay, that's enough yearning for one night, you chided yourself.

"I assume that's a yes, then?" the Doctor said. She carefully stepped inside, walking past you while you closed the door behind her.

Now, travelling with the Doctor had changed how you saw the world, for better or for worse. Solving mysteries and saving worlds does tend to sharpen the mind somewhat, and when the Doctor walked past you, you could hear it - an almost imperceptible catch in her breath, like she was struggling to breathe.

"Doctor," you called, "you okay?"

"Hmm? Peachy keen," the Doctor replied, spinning around to face you. She wobbled, clearly not peachy keen, then caught herself on the arm of your sofa. "I'm fine."

Her hands were gripping at the fabric of your sofa so hard you were sure she was going to rip holes into it. You took a careful step forward, frowning. "Doctor," you said, trying to keep your voice as level as you possibly could, "be honest with me."

The Doctor squeezed her eyes shut. "I am being honest with you," she ground out. Something twisted in your chest - anger and worry but predominantly worry - and you finally, finally reached out, laying your hands gently on her shoulders. Her eyes - oh, her eyes - shot open. She stared at you, her eyes wide with an emotion you couldn't place. Underneath your hands, she was trembling.

"You're alright," you murmured. "What's going on?"

The Doctor laughed, but it was thin and shaky. "I'm the farthest thing from alright. I'm-"

Her grip on the sofa slackened and she pitched forward. You yelped, quickly wrapping your arms around her so that she wouldn't fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes, even though she was significantly heavier than one.

"Tired," the Doctor mumbled into your collarbone, fully resting her entire weight onto you. Her slow breaths puffed against your skin, and you craned your head away, trying to make sure she wouldn't feel your entire face heating up with the strength of an entire regeneration.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" you asked. It took a second before the Doctor simply shook her head no, her hair brushing against your face with every movement. "You're tired?" A nod. "D'you wanna get some rest?"

"Time Lords don't need sleep," she said, burying her face even further into the crook of your neck. Oh, she could definitely feel your skin warming up now. "The disadvantages of biological batteries. Just give me half an hour and I'll be…on my feet again."

You ignored the whole biological batteries thing, saving that question for when the Doctor was a little more lucid and you weren't freaking out. "You are not going to be on your feet in half an hour because I'm putting you to bed," you said, a surge of confidence running through you. She needed you. You had to be there for her. "Okay?"

The Doctor, who usually bounced off the walls and talked a million miles an hour, simply hummed an affirmative and went absolutely pliant in your arms.

After a few minutes of hauling a Lord-knows-how-many kilogram alien into your bedroom, you set the Doctor down on your bed. Her head lolled against your favorite pillow, eyes closed as you continued to tuck her in.

Oh. Oh. She was in your bed. The last of the Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm, the Predator of the Daleks, was peacefully sleeping in your bed. You desperately tried to ignore the sudden wave of yearning thoughts that roared into life in your mind, threatening to drown every other coherent thought in your brain, because you needed your brain to function, thank you very much.

Slowly, you sat down on the bed next to her. It was strange seeing the Doctor so calm. Usually, it was terrifying to see her go still, whether in anger or in sorrow, but now - she was just resting. It might have been stranger than anything you'd ever seen on your travels. You'd been through different extraordinary  scenarios with her, but somehow the most mundane one - the Doctor dozing off in your bed - was the most magical.

You let a thumb stroke her cheek. She barely moved, but you could see the barest hint of a smile on her lips.

You were so caught up in staring at her peaceful face like a yearning idiot that you didn't catch what she had whispered. "Huh?"

"C'mere," the Doctor muttered, arms flopping against the bed and beckoning you closer.

You shook your head, smiling fondly at her. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't do that. "You need to sleep."

"No," the Doctor said, "I need you."

Maybe that was just her tired Time Lord brain talking. She would never - and had never - said anything like that to you ever, and it made you wonder if she had been lying to you when you asked whether she was hurt or not. But there she was, lying in your bed, her arms open because she wanted you there.

It felt like a dream. It probably was. 

You lay down beside her, grimacing as your back hit the bedsheets. Turning your head to the side, you looked at her for another moment. 

You shifted, inching closer and closer to her, and then you stopped, your shoulders just shy of touching. You couldn't.

You hesitated, and the Doctor made a small plaintive noise. 

That settled it.

You bundled the Doctor into your arms, letting her settle onto you. Every curve of her body slot neatly against yours, like she was always meant to be there. She snuggled closer and buried her face into the crook of your neck again. Seemingly content with her new position, she sighed, lazily pressing her lips to your collarbone. "Thank you," she whispered.

Your heart probably stopped beating. You waited for her to take it back, say that she was joking. She did no such thing, and instead kissed your collarbone again, slower, letting her lips linger on your heated skin. 

As if your mind was on autopilot, you lifted your hands to the Doctor's head, letting your hands card through her hair. If it was even possible, she relaxed even more, completely melting into your touch. 

"No need to thank me," you said, when your voice returned to you. "I'm always here when you need me."

Just a few moments later, the soft sound of wheezing and groaning echoed throughout the quiet moonlit streets. The TARDIS slowly materialized near your front door, the blue box standing proudly outside your house.

She'd never played matchmaker before. Mission accomplished, then.