#too much tag ramblings Diana.

[5five5five5five5five5five]

please old man/bookclub five headcanons, I loved ur last post about him!

hope you're feeling okay :]

Gasp!

I'm going to assume normal bookclub bc idk what s4 "bookclub" is. But I can totally ramble off about him in a casual club for books.

*he reads the books too fast and gets more peeved at the others who end up going very very slow. If someone doesn't finish a book, he admittly makes a comment "why are you in a book club if you can't finish a book is beyond me but-" old man shrug. It's not a fight worth having, he's just being a dick.

* brings the members strawberries and other fresh produce when he can. He likes showing off the stuff he grows and brings snacks.

*gets REALLY into the books. It's like he gets a micro fandom to be in every month. He reads it though like 3 times and then listens to the audio book once. Looks up if there's anything else. Maybe even discovers fanfiction...but he tries not to get that desperate.....he's read a few for particularly addictive books.

*has given a huge ramble about how the Great Gatsby would have been better and a lot of stuff settled if Gatsby and caraway kissed. He does it so casually too like he's not trying to make a progressive point or spark bigger queer discussion. He just genuinely thinks that's the answer to the book. More man kissing.

* speaking of, the more queer books they end up reading, the more he questions his everything. He probably has gone up to Viktor about stuff in these books and try to weasel out a "no it's not like that. Your totally a normal cishet man five." but neh it's ALWAYS "yeah that seems very realistic to the queer existence. Why so curious?" And he ends up not being able to admit he connects with said books. Viktor knows but he's not going to hound his brother any time soon. Five knows once he leaves the closet,there's people waiting to be supportive.

*the old ladies there can't stop babying him. He tries very hard to be as old man and as mature as he can but they don't listen and pinch his cheeks and pat his head. He is trying to do less sudden grandma wrist breaking to he takes it for the most part. They can be wrong. He will keep doing what he does. And he hates to admit the attention from women in his age range is nice. Sad he can't make any moves.

* for the holidays the bookclub goes caroling. Five isn't a fan but tags along. They most likely end up at one of his siblings houses and he gets cold feet. They can't see him in a dorky sweater and singing. Last Christmas he threw a fit about sweaters. But if he doesn't move, the club will leave him in the snow. Ruthless old farts.

Allison answers the door. Around 5 old people, 4 local parents and......five??? They stare daggers at eachother as five poorly sings oh holy night with the group. Then leaves. The other members noticed the tension but didn't want to say much.

*Lila tried to join once to get 'in' with the parents that are involved but was so booooored. "Five, no one should be having this much fun talking this much about a book. Period. Im almost concerned that you have finally gone senial."

*if five didn't like a book, he makes a PowerPoint on why and how. He is very detailed in his opinions. He wishes the others would do the same but no body can match his freak.

*he brings mr. Pennycrumb with him bc service dog and everyone there loves him.

* I think everyone assumes five is just a very lonely mentally or physically ill young man and try there best to be nice. He isn't fond of there borderline pity but he enjoys there company none the less.

* Diana from the PTA makes the best lemon cookies. Five eats more than he should.

*on top of book club, they like to take outings together to walk around and see the community. Do easy elderly friendly geocashes and eat at local cafes. Five likes when they go to the library because then they can snoop around for more books.

I hope you like these :3

[soapsinthebox]

Some Diana and Felicity designs for Kuro / @librariansrose (... the blog name isn't being tagged for some reason, i apologize for that)

ramble under cut:

-i imagine Diana being a disowened child in this weird void between sister and stranger to David. i thought that would be neat

-She lives on her own in a shelter

-i think of there being alot of discussion about her online, and whether if she really even is the true sister of the inspirational speaker, much to both of the siblings dismay

-I hc that kid arturo actually braided his hair, so felicity did so too to match (something something, the braids being metaphors for the giles parents strict parenting something)

-Doesn't go outside very often, homeschooled and extremely sheltered

-EXTREMELY dependent on arturo due to her low self esteem thanks to their parents.

[batboopp]

Okay, so sorry to pop in. …I think Diana would really enjoy watching a magic show by Zatanna, she seems the type.

Also, I did a couple posts about my view on Diana’s relationships with various characters, if you want to check out? No pressure or rush, I’m not sending this to be all “HEY DO THIS NOW.” …Wow, I’m rambling. Anyway. Have a good day.

how it feels to go through the wonder woman tag on ur blog

but in all seriousness i actually just saw that post lmao! also i lovee alkyone imaging hating the most darling little girl sculpted from clay because you liked her mom too much 😭

[onewingedsparrow]

Tagged by the wonderful @braveheartstoryteller ! <3 Yes, I am very much a reader! Life busyness has made it difficult in recent times, but I've been striving to be more intentional about reading more fiction lately. Six books I want to read this year: - Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson and by extension, Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson, but I'm counting this as one because it will be a miracle if I finish even one of these considering that I'm trying to reread The Way of Kings, Words of Radiance, and Oathbringer to bring me up to speed shhh I know that's a huge undertaking but look I love Kaladin Stormblessed so I'm willing to power through all those books in one go if I possibly can - The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux - Halo: The Flood and Halo: Ghosts of Onyx by Eric Nylund (IF YOU EXPLORE ANYTHING HALO PLEASE LET IT BE THAT YOU READ THIS MAN'S BOOKS BECAUSE HE IS AN AMAZING AUTHOR WHO CAPTURES THE WORLD PERFECTLY IN A WAY YOU CAN FOLLOW EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW THE GAMES AT ALL) and yes I'm also counting this as one because I love his books so much I will devour them as soon as I get a hold of them - The House of Many Ways and Castle in the Air by Diana Wynne Jones (counting this as one too because they'll be quick reads) - The Twilight Princess 11th manga volume by Akira Himekawa because I own the ten and somehow forgot there would be an 11th one coming - The Starlight Barking by Dodie Smith (this has been on my to-read list for ages and it's about time I finally got a hold of it) Tagging @louwhose and @misscrazyfangirl321 because I know you are readers as well, and @srah-the-violist and @donut-rambles in case you might be interested? Open tags for anyone else!

[starrycometmoth]

This is my intro post but before we roll into it, I ask that you do not DM or send asks asking for donations, I cannot donate. I do not own any digital means of money, which means I literally cannot give away my money unless I was standing right in front of you, and even then, I do not make that much. So please don't do it, all I can do is reblog your post.

HIII!! ¡HOLAAA!

☆ My name is Echo/Minori (call me whichever), I'm agender and use they/xe/moon/star/bean/boo pronouns!! I'm just an adult who's very obsessed with pjsk and pokemon (shout out to p:eg and mouthwashing too cuz I like those too, along with other stuff)!! I have three lovely platonic girlfriends who I love dearly (Luna 💙 June 🩷 Irina 🧡)!! ¡Estoy aprendiendo español, así puedo hablar un poco también! ^w^

☆ I love MMJ a normal amount (<- got called "MORE MORE JUMP! pilled" by their friend). I also really love Leo/need and Mizuki!! I also love the dynamic of the Hinomori siblings a very normal amount (I DO NOT SHIP THEM NOR DO I CONDONE THAT)!! :3

☆ My posts just gonna be a bunch of randomness, mainly art, rambles, and vents (if vents make you uncomfy, please feel free to block me or anything)!!

☆ PLEASE INTERACT IF YOU LIKE THESE CHARACTERS: Minori Hanasato, Haruka Kiritani, Airi Momoi, Shizuku Hinomori, Shiho Hinomori, Mizuki Akiyama, Diana Venicia, Anya (Mouthwashing), Daisuke (Mouthwashing), Penny (Pokemon), Kieran (Pokemon), Gangle (tadc), Rosalina (Mario)

Under the cut will be my DNI, tags, other blogs, and whatever idk-

☆ DNI (unless I interact first): homophobes, transphobes, abelist, basic DNI criteria. No proshippers/darkshippers, especially sibling/sibling or minor/adult (if it's like 18/17 that's fine, but I mean like 14/39 or something). People who don't support OC x canon or self-shipping, just let people be themselves. NSFW accounts/people who constantly reblog NSFW, that stuff makes me really uncomfy. DNI If you're constantly making hate posts towards my comfort characters (list above the cut), as dumb as it sounds, if I see hate on them it genuinely hurts me and I just can't do that. People who don't support or sexualize age regression/pet regression, again, just let people be themselves. Basically, DNI anti whatever you call "cringe" or people who believe in "cringe," being cringe and weird is fun.

☆ Ships I don't like: Yes, desafortunadamente, even tho I am a multishipper, there are ships I genuinely cannot stand to see because they make me uncomfortable. I'm just gonna list out the ones for my current fandoms, there are ones from other fandoms, however I'm not listing them here considering they won't interact unless I specify. Anyways... Shizuku x Shiho (I've made that pretty clear I think), Drayton x Kieran, Jimmy x Anya. Please DNI if you like those ships.

☆ I have a roleplay account of Minori Hanasato, @minorinrin-mmj !! I also have an account where I post photos of Diana Venicia every day, @daily-diana-venicia !! I also also have a blog where I self project onto pjsk characters and pretend it's canon, @pjsk-facts !! Not a blog, but I also have a pronouns page if you wanna check it out!! Also my pjsk friend code is 495680891558027267!!

☆ Gonna explain my tags, they're all linked in the actual tags. #echo 📎💚 is everything I post (no reblogs, even if I make a rant on it or something). #little echo ☁️✨ is similar except it's posts I make while age regressing (which isn't too often). #Lumi Hinomori is about my main OC, Lumi (every iteration of them, however the name came from their pjsk counterpart). #HaruLumi (Lumi x Haruka) and #BrightStarShipping (Lumi x Penny) are their ship tags. #The Lyrical Bane is a tag for an old Pokemon AU of mine, Mochi Mayhem: The Lyrical Bane (MMTLB), I'd say it's what got me to start posting here more often, because I'd do rambles about it here and link them to my Pinterest posts. Speaking of Pinterest, #Pinterest repost is my tag for any of my posts that I originally posted on Pinterest before putting them here. #echo's fun!! au will be for my AU based on the MMJ song FUN!!

☆ idk what else to put here so I'm just gonna end it here, I'm sure there will be many updates to this HSJAKA

☆ Just don't be a dick, let's be nice to eachother and have fun!! I wanna be a nontoxic safe space for people <3

Have a lovely day!! <3

[hislittleraincloud]

uhhhh are u saying jenna wanted to get down with emma ?

Not at all, though I kinda knew someone would latch on to that little note in my tags.

It's just a look of youthful inebriation and someone having a very good time during; there's a moment where one can tell that she's trying to function soberly but can't. She's shitfaced and she's clearly trying to balance on her little feet and barely got back into that seat. Unfit to drive anywhere. This, but happier & positive:

She was very good in this Miller's Girl scene playing slightly shitfaced, scorned, vengeful, & manipulative.

That's The Look (and it flashed before she sat down in the seat/started talking).

The whole Jessica wanting to get with me thing was a separate thought, and a separate [subsequent] look. Probably best described (if we're still using Ortega here) like this, but drunk

And now that I reminisce about that night, I'm reminded of how much more shitfaced Jessica was (the wobbling was way thicker, and she was falling into me). That whole night at the club was kind of a weird vibe because everyone was aware that Diana's funeral was the next day (someone had written "DIANA 💖" in white chalk on one of the ceiling joists by the side bar...people wrote on the joists all the time but that one stuck out to me). It was subdued for a Friday night, which was one of the fetish-y subculture nights back then.

Oh damn. I just looked up the club again to see if there were pictures because they had closed for a while and I thought they were still closed but apparently it's open again: It was the Man Ray Club in Cambridge, MA. From the pics the interior looks like it was changed quite a bit since 1997. They still have goth Wednesdays, which I tried to go to on a regular basis with my then-girlfriend. But also to the new pictures, they use it as a venue for kids to play around with too??? That's seriously insane, I don't think they did that back in '97 because our goth and fetish nights were not family friendly at all.

BUT I digress and ramble as usual. You guys would have loved Jessica. She looked like Barrera and Ortega's love child, only Anglo. An insanely gorgeous dancer, and one of my friend's casual hookups. But I wasn't into casual hookups, and as much as we clearly wanted each other, nothing major* happened because my 23-year-old ass recognized that it wouldn't be right to fuck a shitfaced girl. (Perhaps getting roofied and raped by a creepy dude we knew from the same club on a over a year prior helped me keep my own wits about me...but that's another story for another time.)

Short moral before the idiot tags: Be safe out there, kids. And don't pick out little things and blow them up to mean something that you want it to mean (I fkn saw your "Jemma" shit around this...you are far more brazenly disrespectful than I could hope to be). Sometimes cute young girls/women get drunk, and what they do when they're drunk is heavily influenced by said mind-altering poison (hence "under the influence").

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

family is first nature

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/57tgSjE by Vully_the_vulpix in which it MATTERS that wonder woman is a daughter of zeus and all demigods are family somewhere or another so as a rule of thumb if you don't know how they are related to you they are your cousin and the entire worlds against demigods so protecting each other is first nature . and a truly good parent is a rarity and they aren't just going to leave them unproteted and its not far for there kid to have to protect them all on there own . so you are my family so your family is mine too . mine to love and protect and care for and the people you fight side-by-side with are always family so if there cousin diana is fighting alongside the justice leauge that means shes adopted them dosn't it and that makes them family and they don't have any ichor at least superman has his powers but hes still vunrable and I mean batmans just a regular mortal for hestias sake que the justice leaques confusion over the way they keep getting MOTHERED by these weird teens beacuse they might be superheros but they arn't demigods and they have to heal the mortal and diana just ... not getting it beacuse this is just what family does and she appriciates the help protecting her strange fragile beloved team Words: 530, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Wonder Woman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Demigods (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Jason Grace, Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU) Additional Tags: i wrote this beccause I couldn't read it, a dc crossover where diana being a daughter of zeus is acctually significant, in which all demigods are family even if they have never met, and don't know each others names, just becuase it would take too much effort to trace it out dosnt mean they arn't related, cousion can be wonderfully vague if you want it to be, if they arn't your sibling theyre your couisn, the kin of my kin is my kin, the justice league is freaked, where are thease deadly strong teenagers coming from, and why are they helping, Fluff, I suppose this could count as, Crack, or maybe, Crack Treated Seriously, i should be revising, or sleeping, but fanfic is a deadly addiction, this is probaly not good, if anyone wants to turn this into something neater feel free, Rambling Mess, random fragments of a half dreamed universe, blame my adhd, and my autism, can you tell there a bit off, eldritch demigods, But only a little, more like they aren't human, and don't really act like it, unless there trying to hide, I only know dc from fanfiction, please correct my errors, Not Beta Read, I Tried, but please excuse my terrible spelling, more like oulines than anything i think, im just pouring my thoughts onto the page at this point, jason didn't die, either of them, attualy just, Not Canon Compliant - The Trials of Apollo, like plotline wise, i might still use some stuff from there though read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/57tgSjE

[hintofelation99]

Justice League Babysits Dick

Aquaman, picking Dick up from school

Aquman: Hi, kiddo. Batman had to go out of town, so you’ll be spending the night at the manor with the league.

Dick: Ok! Hey, wanna see a trick?

Aquaman: Um, sure?

Dick proceeds to jump out of the moving car.

————

Superman: I still can’t believe we are just going along with Batman bringing a CHILD out on patrol with him!

Flash: I still can’t believe we got talked into babysitting him.

Green Lantern (GL): More like ordered to, there wasn’t really a choice.

Wonder Woman (WW): All of you stop. Clark, the Robin is young, but he has the heart of a warrior. It is not our place to drive him from the battlefield. And you two, stop complaining Arthur will be back any minute with the Robin and I do not want the little bird to hear your fighting.

Flash: Oh there they are! Hey Arthur!

Aquaman: Here’s the kid. I’m going to bed.

GL: But it’s the middle of the day?

Aquaman: Spend a few minutes with the kid, then you’ll understand

GL: Oh, okay?

Dick: Bye Mr. Aquaman!!

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Dick: HimynameisRichardbutyoucancallme-

Flash: Okay kid, that’s a bit fast. Even for me.

Dick: Sorry! My name is Richard Grayson but you can call me Dick. Wait?! Are we using made up names? Okokok, forget everything I said before! My name is Robin! I’m an acrobat and I-

GL: Are we sure this is Batman’s kid? When did he even have time to raise a child

Dick: Oh, Bruce isn’t my real dad. He adopted me after I watched my parents fall to their death

GL: W-what?

Dick: Yeah they were murdered.

GL: ...

Dick: I still have nightmares about it

GL, whispering to Wonder Woman: why is he still smiling??

Dick: It’s to hide the pain

GL: I think I understand what Aquaman meant now. I’m gonna go to bed too.

Flash, muttering under his breath: Coward

Dick: Bye Mr. Green Lantern! Wow he seems odd, ya know Batman says he’s an imbecile but I don’t know he doesn’t seem [rambling continues for like 20 minutes]

————

Dick: Hey Mr. Flash, can I help you cook dinner?

Flash: You can call me Barry, Dick. And sure, I’d love your help. Can you fill this pot with water?

5 minutes later

Flash: HOW DID YOU SET THE SINK ON FIRE??

Dick: I DON’T KNOW??

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Dick: Thanks for helping me with my homework Ms. Diana, Mr. Barry said he would but then Aquaman and Green Lantern called and he had to go.

WW: Of course little bird, I’m always happy to help. So question 1-

Dick: Hey Ms. Diana look what I can do!

Jumps from banister to chandelier to couch

WW: NO!

30 minutes later

WW: Clark, it’s your turn with the kid.

Superman: Oh my god, Diana are you okay??

WW: He just doesn’t stop moving? And he jumps off of everything, I think this child has a death wish!

Superman: Why don’t you head to bed, I’ll take care of him.

WW: Fine, just be careful, the kid will jump from anything.

————

Clark: Hey Dick, how about we play a game of tag?

Dick: REALLY?!

Clark: Yeah!

4 hours of non-stop tag across the roof tops of Gotham.

Clark: Ok, time to get ready for bed, alright?

Dick, trying to hide a yawn: Ok uncle Clark

————

The next day

WW: I feel bad for leaving Clark last night

GL: He was probably alright, probably.

Flash: The kid just had so much energy, and he set water on fire?

Aquaman: Why did we leave Clark alone with him?!

WW: It’s almost 10:30 and they do not appear to be awake. Do you think they’re dead

Clark: Haha ok I promise next Friday I’ll take you flying!

Clark and Dick walk into the kitchen with Dick on Clark’s shoulders looking calm, they’ve clearly been awake for hours.

Clark: Look who’s finally up!

Flash: You’ve been awake this whole time??

Clark: Yeah I took Dick flying and then to the park to burn some energy.

WW: But how did you keep him from trying to jump from fatal heights?

Flash: Or from setting things on fire?

GL: And what about he non-stop talking?

Aquaman: HOW DID YOU KEEP HIM FROM JUMPING INTO TRAFFIC??

Clark: He’s just... a bit energetic? All he needed was an outlet for that energy.

WW, smiling: It sounds like you found the Robin’s weakness

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[modstarfell]

Hello everyone who may visit!

I’m mod star! or the “Star.txt” fellow that appears on OOC posts on my blogs! This blog was made so I can have a place dedicated for my rambles about the blogs without having to clutter up my main too much. I hope we can get along!

I’ll post a variety of things here from interactions BTS, WIP sprite edits and other things regarding my blogs. Just a reminder though I have no affiliation to either games series creators and I’m just a fan writing an AU based off (fan)canon material.

Please take caution when reading my works. I try and tag accordingly but you are responsible for your own media consumption. Not all of my works are filled with fluff and I avoid putting my works in main tags for that reason. There will be some darker moments involved.

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Muse List: (Long under cut)

Blowback: Annabelle | Akeru Yozora | Chinami Hasami Kana Ise | Kanjiro Hayamoto | Kazuki Watanabe Mai Yurino | Mikihiko Koyasunaga | Misako Rokuhana Ryo Koumori | Seina Datenashi | Shozo Asayoru Tato Shigami | Torae Akatsubaki | Toshiro Takahara Yosaku Fujita | Yukari Koime

Danganronpa Another: Aiko Maeda (and Mr.Maeda to some extent) | Akane Taira | Ayame Hanato Haruhiko Kobashikawa | Hikaru Ando | Juu Kinjo (and Ms.Kinjo to some extent) Kakeru Yamaguchi | Kanata Inori | Keisuke Iranami (and family to some extent) Kinji Uehara | Kiyoka Maki (and Rika/Yuzuki to some extent) | Kizuna Tomori Midori Yamaguchi | Mikako Kurokawa | Minako Tomori Mitsuhiro Higa | Rei Mekaru (Both games) | Ryutaro Maki Satsuki Iranami | Teruya Otori (Both games) | Tsurugi Kinjo (Both games) Yamato Kisaragi | Utsuro

SDRA2: Emma Magorobi | Hajime Makunouchi | Hibiki Otonokoji Iroha Nijiue | Kanade Otonokoji | Kokoro Mitsume Mikado Sannoji (Both real and AI versions) | Monocrow (and 'original' by Yuri) Nikei Yomiuri | Setsuka Chiebukuro | Shinji Kasai Shobai Hashimoto | Sora | Yoruko Kabuya Yuki Maeda | Yuri Kagarin

Despair time: Ace Markey | Arei Nageishi | Arturo Giles Charles Cuevas | David Chiem | Eden Tobisa Hu Jing | J Rosales | Levi Fontana Min Jeung | MonoTV (and Mai to some extent) | Nico Hakobyan Rose Larcoix | Teruko Tawaki | Veronika Grevenshchikova Whit Young | Xander Matthews

Project Edens Garden: Damon Maitsu | Diana Venicia | Eva Tsunaka Grace Madison | Kai Monteago | Mara (and Cara to some extent) Toshiko Kayura | Wolfgang Akire

Rebirth: Ayumu Fujimori | Akira Tsuchiya | Aruma Todoromi Kasumi Izumo | Kazuomi Samejima | Kego Sakuma Maiko Kagura | Marin Mizuta | Mikoto Itsuki Misuzu Aisaka | Mitsunari Koga | Narumi Osone Nico Himuro | Saiji Rokudo | Seishi Yozogawa/Zen Katagiri

[arklay]

RESIDENT EVIL → DIANA & ALBERT WESKER

"You live inside me, the same way I live inside you. A moebius strip, a snake always swallowing its own tail. Mutually assured destruction, maybe, or mutual deification. Mutual consumption. I will be the house that holds every part of you." — Becca De La Rosa and Mabel Martin, Mabel: Matryoshka [Episode 28]

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[reidyoulikeabook]

Sometimes You Just Don’t Know the Answer

4 times you don’t know the answer, and the 1 time you do

This is the 2nd part to Personal Google! (You don’t have to read it to understand this, but it exists if you want to).

Ship: BAU!reader x Spencer Reid

Summary: You’d call yourself a pretty educated individual, and most people wouldn’t argue with that, given that you’re a member of the BAU at Quantico. There’s just something about your best friend Spencer Reid that gets you all tongue tied.

Warnings: Mentions of cases and case-typical violence, mentions of alcohol, Spencer and Reader being idiots again.

Word count: 3k

A/N: The feedback (in asks and the tag reblogs) for Personal Google was so lovely and encouraging and I am very grateful for it! I only made this account a few days ago and I’m already so glad I did :) I hope this is a satisfactory second part and, requests are open!

(This is the Reid I’m imagining here)

“What is up with you and Reid?” Emily’s volume is unmoderated at the best of times but right now it’s like she’s trying to alert the entirety of Virginia to your dating woes.

Dating woes might be a stretch, actually. Somehow, just her implication that something is happening between you and Spencer (even though it isn’t, unless you count two exhausted idiots falling asleep on each other and being too bashful to ever mention it again), is enough to get you feeling uncharacteristically shy.

“Nothing,” you shrug, “Well. I don’t know, honestly, nothing I guess? We haven’t spoken about that night.”

Emily’s eyes rake over you, and you can tell she’s waiting for you to continue.

“There’s nothing!” you object, “We just, it was accidental, we fell asleep because we were watching a documentary and we were tired and neither of us fell asleep on purpose.”

She laughs, dry and amused, “At this rate, you’ll be lucky to have sorted things out before you’re 50.”

You scowl, but it’s only because you know she’s right.

***

You don’t have much time to think about your situation with Spencer for a few weeks, considering the rate at which the cases come rolling in. This newest one arrives within about two days of the last one you’d just wrapped up. It’s actually kind of rude, you’ve decided, that the serial killers of America have decided to deny you two weekends in a row.

You’re briefed on the case quickly: four women have gone missing over the past 7 months from a small town in Ohio. There’s no distinct pattern that can be discerned among the victims, the oldest is 60 and white, the youngest is 23 and Asian-American. However, the first three have been found dead in the past two weeks, all within a mile of each other and all killed with the same MO: ligature strangulation.

“So we have no idea how he’s choosing them,” you say.

“No,” Hotch replies, with a sigh.

Meaning that this is probably going to take a while. Spencer senses the way you tense up a little as you absorb that fact. So he goes out of his way to sit next to you on the plane. Once the discussion about the case is done, he nudges you gently, “Did you bring a book?”

You shake your head, “I finished the one in my go-bag. Didn’t have a chance to replace it.”

“Would you like to read this with me?”

You place your hand on his wrist, gently turning it so you can see the cover, “Spencer this is written in Greek.”

“I can translate,” he says.

You move closer to him then, your head resting just against his plane seat and your chin almost jutting against his shoulder.

“Is this okay?”

He nods. The remaining 45 minutes of the flight are spent with him reading to you softly, adding in his own thoughts as he translates and sometimes going off on little tangents. By the time you land you’ve entirely forgotten about your ire with the case. You’re focused only on the characters he introduces you to, who are clearly in love even if they’re too stupid to see it, and the way his nose crinkles a little when he reaches a word with no direct English translation.

Whhat you don’t realise, is that you end up folding into him: head pressed against his chest. Somehow, neither of you notice how you naturally gravitate towards each other. Some pair of profilers.

--

Hotch sends you in different cars to the precinct, and you’re soon reminded of your frustration as you’re caught up in the hub-a-bub of the case. It’s not until you’re leaving the station, after a long and relatively fruitless briefing with the medical examiners and local PD, that you even have time to acknowledge Spencer properly again.

And even then, it’s only when Hotch says.

"You'll be sharing a room with Reid, alright?"

He’s only really asking as a formality. Nobody questions Hotch’s assignments for them. So why, then, do you feel yourself flush a little.

Why then, do you feel so embarassed replying, “Alright.”

***

There was nothing much to be nervous about with sharing a room, as it so happened. The past day and a half had been a whirlwind since the unsub had snatched a fifth victim. You’d been sleeping in shifts, making sure that some of you were awake at all times to keep working.

You were working on the geographical profile with Spencer, and had taken to driving around to look for landmarks at night, when there was nothing much else to do. There were maps but sometimes it helped just to get things embedded in your brain. And now, at 4am, you’re bursting into the conference room occupied by Spencer and Rossi, because you might just have got something.

"I have an idea,” you say, and before anybody can even respond you’re scribbling hurriedly on the whiteboard.

“Slow down kiddo,” Rossi laughs.

“Sorry I’m just,” you cut yourself off, slightly flustered and tapping your foot with frustration as you try to put the last pieces of it together, “Diana Matthews.”

“Yeah?” Spencer responds.

“She was the one who lived on Lakefield right?” Rossi asks.

Annoyingly, you can’t remember off rote. Spencer sees the pinch of frustration in your brow. He senses that you’re heading for the case file.

So, he answers, “Yeah 38 Lakefield Drive.”

Smiling gratefully at him, you breathe a sigh of relief, “There’s three different stores in the area for this local electronic repair company, Gladston Digital, in this area. Two of them aren’t accounted for on the maps because these are from last year, and one of the ones on Google is pinned to the wrong street, there are two Minister Avenues and one’s on the complete opposite side of town.”

Denoting the map with annotations as you go, you continue, “All of the victims had residences within a mile of one of the three stores. And we interviewed the area manager, Paul something, he manages all three stores. He came to speak to me and Hotch while we were scoping the area.”

“Inserting himself into the investigation,” Rossi notes, “Fits the profile. A stalker like that would want to remain an illusion of control.”

“I just need to get Garcia on the phone to see if it checks out.”

Spencer just watches, slightly in awe, as you make the phone call to Garcia. She manages to cross-reference bank statements and emails, showing that all five of the victims had taken something of theirs in for repair sometime in the year before their disappearance. And he feels something in his gut. Pride? Maybe. That’s certainly a part of it.

But there’s something else in there too. Your eyes meet his, with a flicker of recognition. He realises what it is then: marvel. Your brain works so fast, and that’s not novel to him, he knows you’re intelligent but there’s just something about how fast you manage to put it all together. You conjure something out of nothing, a link that he’d missed. And he’s reminded, again, that he has to try and keep up with you sometimes. He wonders if you know that.

Probably not, he thinks. You’re rambling down the phone and gesturing with your hands, in a way you may or may not have picked up from him, and all he can think is how you look so in your element. And beautiful.

He’s a little embarassed about how normal it feels for that last observation to pop into his head.

***

“To _____!” Prentiss cheers.

8pm has rolled around. Since your revelation 16 hours earlier, you managed to confirm your thinking, apprehend Paul Bader, and save the fifth victim. All in all, a pretty good days work. It’s not just down to you, but everyone’s singing your praises so loudly it’s making you a little embarassed.

Even Hotch sets a drink down in front of you, squeezing your shoulder, “Really good work today ____.”

Fair to say you’ve probably peaked there.

Spencer is sat to your left, sipping at a Mai Tai that you know is going to have him giggly in about an hours time.

“I wasn’t trying to keep you out before,” you tell him, “I was going to come and wake you up when I got back but you were in the conference room.”

He smiles, “I know. It was my shift to sleep.”

“Bet you’re paying for that now.”

“A little,” he chuckles, “It’s worth it.”

"I just didn’t want you to think I was hanging you out to dry. You know, to make myself look good,” you decide to press further: mostly just because the team has sung your praises and that kind of attention makes you shirk at the best of times. Let alone when you’re sat with the guy responsible for creating half the damn profile.

His eyebrows furrow. You worry for a minute about what he’s going to say, but then, “I would never think that about you. We’re a team.”

He squeezes your hand. Maybe that’s your favourite thing about Spencer, really. More than the fact he remembers to get your caffeine just how you like it, more than how gentle he is with just about everybody he encounters, more than his relentless enthusiasm for your questions about whatever pops into your mind. No, it’s his modesty. The way he doesn’t even think for a moment to be prideful or arrogant about his intelligence. He genuinely roots for you in every moment, you think.

“Are you okay?” he asks, “You seem a little..quiet.”

It wasn’t until he mentioned it that you realise you’d let your thoughts run away with you, “No. I’m good. Just thinking about how good of a teacher you are.”

“You think so?”

“Of course I think so. You’ve taught me. I didn’t know the first thing about geographical profiling when I got here two years ago. I could barely read a map,” you laugh, keeping your tone sincere, “You’re a really good teacher Spence. I feel like I learn so much from just being around you.”

“I often don’t give you much choice.”

You smile, “I wouldn’t want you to. Really. I’m always interested in everything you have to say. I think you know that. But I wanted to tell you anyway. So you’re sure.”

He’s incredibly grateful you get pulled into a conversation by Morgan, giving him a moment to process.

A lifetime of being insecure. Of feeling like nobody was interested in what he had to say but not being able to really control whether he said it anyway. All this time being insecure in himself, and you liked it. Complimented him on it, even. Considered him a teacher. He doesn’t think he could articulate, in any of the languages he speaks, the sense of peace that brings him.

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The Mai Tai’s do make him sleepy. Buzzed, but sleepy. After being bought rounds by Hotch, Morgan, and Spencer, you’re feeling exactly the same. It’s only 10:30pm by the time you decide to make your departure for the night. This is much to the chagrin of Emily, who lolls against Rossi’s side demanding that you stay.

“Some of us have been up since 4 this morning, breaking their backs to keep this country safe,” You tease, putting on a melodramatic air just for affect, “Besides, you’re going to regret this when you have to be up and back on the jet in the morning.”

“You will, especially since you still owe me that report,” Hotch teases, with a smile.

Emily rolls her eyes, “You two are no fun.”

She’s joking, goading you, but unfortunately for her you have a sleepy Spencer nuzzling against you which is a far more pressing matter to deal with.

“Come on Spence, let’s get you to bed,” You say, gently wiggling out from under him and offering him your hand.

He pouts at the momentary loss of contact. It’s subtle. You catch it though. He links his fingers through your own, holding your hand properly, and you try not to read into it too much. He’s tipsy. He’s tired.

Ignoring the deliberately obvious eyebrow-wiggling from Morgan, you make for the lift.

“You didn’t have to come to bed just for me,” Spencer says, “I feel bad for taking you away from the others. I’m not that drunk, I could get myself to bed.”

You shake your head, “I wanted to go to bed with you.”

His eyes snap to you, a grin playing on his lips.

“I mean, I wanted to go to bed. And we’re sharing a room. So I’m going to bed with you. As in we’re going to the place where bed is, together.”

He’s just enough tipsy to be confident enough to jest, “Sure.”

You roll your eyes, “You sound like Morgan.”

“What did Morgan say?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know exactly what Morgan always says whenever anybody goes off together.”

“That they’re having sex,” He giggles, tipsiness shining through again.

“Yes, Spence, that they’re having sex.”

“But we’re not.”

The elevator dings as you arrive at your floor, saving your brain from delving into the implications of what he’s just said. And whether that was a disappointed or netural tone.

He hasn’t let go of your hand. He walks to the door with you, still keeping your hand in his. It’s hard not to let yourself read into it now. How holding hands with him could be such a casual thing. Hard not to imagine walking through bookshops with him, one hand in yours and the other picking books off the shelf he thought you’d like. The domesticity of it sickens you.

Then he lets go to cross to the bed.

“Aren’t you gonna put your pyjama’s on?” You ask.

“I wasn’t gonna sleep yet,” he says, “I was gonna...”

He looks bashful, suddenly, self-consciously licking his lower lip, “I was gonna ask if maybe you wanted to watch something with me. You can pick. I always pick.”

“This an excuse to get me in bed with you again, Spence?” You tease, just past tipsy enough not to care that this is the first time you’ve even acknowledged that night.

"Yeah, the Pearl Harbour ruse doesn’t work twice,” he jokes.

You wish you could find the courage to tease him more. Unfortunately, the liquid courage seems to have run out, and the topic somehow feels too delicate to touch.. Instead, you change quickly into your pyjama’s. Together, you pick something to watch, settling down. You’re suddenly thankful for the single bed, the necessity to be cozied up against him as you watch. To feel his chest, every beat of his heart. You swear it’s beating fast. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

***

Just like last time, you wake up huddled against Spencer. Unlike last time, there’s no Emily banging the door down to drag you to the police station. No, it’s quiet.

You can’t see what time it is because there’s a Spencer between you and the clock. Your phone is in your back pocket but it’s hard to find any motivation whatsoever to move when you’re like this: face pressed into his chest, his head resting atop of yours so a single curl of his hair tickles your nose, his hand on your hip holding you against him.  

His eyelashes flutter, “Are you awake?”

“Yeah. I just woke up.”

He smiles, “Me too.”

“Looks like we did it again.”

“Looks like we did,” his voice is quiet.

“Do you want me to move? If I’m...I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

His free hand comes up to your chin, tipping it so you’re looking him directly in the eyes. His pupils are dilated. In the dim light it’s hard to place the look on his face exactly. But it’s soft.

"C-Can I kiss you?” the question spills quickly from his lips, like he’s afraid he’ll change his mind if he doesn’t get it out fast, “I just. I don’t know if that’s what you want too, I’ve just really-”

"Kiss me, Spence. Please kiss me.”

The smile on his face would have made you fall in love with him, if you weren’t already. And then he kisses you. Barely. Your lips are just grazing against one anothers. You tilt yourself upwards, towards him, giving him a better angle. Then he really kisses you, capturing your lips in his. It’s sweet, it’s soft, it’s...it’s everything. It’s everything, how his hands tangle themselves tentatively in your hair, how he kisses you so deeply, drinking you in.

His hand cups your cheek, then he’s pulling back, just a tiny bit, to mumble against your lips, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

The only appropriate way you can think to verbalise your agreement, is closing the gap between your lips again. There’s an urgency to it this time. Your lips move quickly, passionately. He swipes his tongue across your lower lip and you let him in, your tongues delicately dancing together. He’s good. He’s good and you don’t even notice the morning breath or faint taste of rum, it’s just Spencer.

When you finally come apart, you’re out of breath.

“I didn’t think you’d ever do that,” you say, “I was worried I was reading this whole thing wrong.”

He frowns then, that little nose crinkle appearing again, “I thought I was too obvious.”

“So did I. Maybe it’s best if we don’t tell Hotch how bad we are at profiling each other. He might rethink his decision to take us on.”

He laughs, “Not being able to profile when somebody’s in love with you might be a cause for concern. There are several obvious phyical signs of love, including dilation of pupils when looking at the object of your affection, heart rate synchronisation.”

“How am I supposed to know if our heart rates have synchronised?”

He smiles. Pressing a finger to your lips, he dips his head in the small chasm between your two chests. In the silence, in the early morning quiet, in the absence of all distraction you can hear it. The steady thrum of your hearts, pounding away at identical paces. The sound that told you that some part of you had always known.

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[beane-cat]

I would actually consider Mina a pretty shitty captain, considering she couldn’t even be assed to make a trial. (I’ve heard she gets one in USM, but I haven’t gotten there yet.)

[shadowdianne]

Fic writer review [Or a fic writer tag game if you prefer]

I was tagged by @naralanis and I can already see her grin all the way from where I am xd Thank you, dear, for the tag, let’s see what are my answers, shall we.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

*bursts out laughing* Adding both pseuds I have… 535 according to the account info but by counting them all I’m reaching 541 so I’m guessing it’s counting some drafts I need to re-find.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

I seriously hated you for this one xd I was going to do it by hand by I decided one-third there that I value my mental stability a little bit more xd according to the stats page back at a03 that number would be 1257884. It may be wrong. I think there should be a few more numbers up there but the majority of my works are one-shots so *shrugs* There’s also the fact that counting my ao3 things only is shaving off like half of it Xd Anyway, can we laugh at the fact that I’m a pain in the ass and that I’ve written a lot? More than I should have, that’s for sure

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Trick question because I haven’t crossposted everything I wrote back in ffnet and I actually erased some fics from my account back there so the numbers are a little blurry there.

When I had the entirety of my work posted both in ffnet and a03 I had written for: Twilight (Bella/Alice) Glee (Faberry and there were a couple Pezberry and I don’t fucking remember the pairing name for Santana and Quinn), Harry Potter (Hermione/Ginny, Hermione/Narcissa, Hermione/Bellatrix) OUAT (SwanQueen and several oneshots focusing on the mad hatter and the blue fairy solely back at ffnet that were written in Spanish and never translated), I actually had a veeeery old au prompt of Frozen (Elsanna in where I wrote them as non sibilings), Rizzoli and Isles (Rizzles), Dishonored 2 (Emily Kaldwin/Alexi Mayhew), Lara Croft and Wonder Woman, Supergirl (SuperCorp/Supercat) I had a 100 one -or maybe two??- (Clexa), The Shannara Chronicles (Amberle/Eretreia [Or Princess Rover], Rwby [Blake Belladona/Yang], The Worst Witch (Hecate Hardbroom and Pippa Pentangle), The Half of it, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (Madam Satan/Zelda Spellman) and… I think that’s it(?) I may be forgetting some but probably nothing important if I’m not remembering it lol.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Ah, we are going to go there, uh? Xd My works are not the kudos and comment getting type Xd So I was quite surprised when I went to check this.

1: Cracked it I wrote this one back in 2017, it was a prompt done by an anon: Lena is nerding with one of her projects at home, mumbling mostly to herself because she’s stuck and Kara casually mentions how to solve the problem like it’s nothing. I really had some fun with this. It was back when some us, SQeeners were fully doing the jump between OUAT and SuperGirl (I mean, there had already been some crossover as for fandom is related but this when the girls were actually getting their conjoined voice within the fandom)

2: Dateless I honestly needed to check what this one was about but I think I can see why this one shot has the amount of kudos it has. It’s a short and sweet idea and responds to the Teachers Au that went SO well with SQ. Everyone thinks they hate each other and try to set them up with other people whilst they, in truth, are dating. I don’t remember if I wrote them as married rather than dating but despite being from 2017 as well is one cheeky enough to be cool Xd I probably would edit some lines now *shudders*

3: After you I truly didn’t expect this one to be top 3. Makes me think of a lot of things, if I’m being honest Xd. After you was a one shot written almost feverishly as an answer to the fabulous drawings that Sejic did of both Lara Croft and Wonder Woman back at 2018 or something. It’s just Lara and Diana being himbos but not at all with each other.

4: How about… How about is one I remember perfectly, it was my answer to the ending of the Half of it film. I had SOME thoughts about it, let’s just stop there Xd I really liked the film itself but I think and I thought at the time that my response to wishing for a final scene at the very end of the credits responds to me being in a different personal moment than the characters. I really wanted to explore my feelings about it and so I wrote about them finding each other again after some time passes. It was also something I wrote after quite the hiatus so I took it as something I could write about without focusing too much on the why.

5: Come to me

Ahh, SuperCorp Xd I remember this one actually. A friend of mine and I were talking about descriptions, and she mentioned quite off-handedly how she wanted a fic in where Kara’s back was described. I complied… more or less.

Fun tidbit, despite the big volume of my work is obviously set in ouat there’s only 1 SQ fic there as you can see, the others are either SuperCorp or the random one shots I created for Wonderwoman/Lara Croft and The half of it. *sighs in deep thought* I’m also not going to look too much into how almost all of the fics were posted and written back in 2017. Nope, not at all.

*Small voice screaming you peaked in 2017 and everything else is garbage jumps back and forth*

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I tend to always respond, yup. I truly value comments. I might have gone for spells of time in where I didn’t have the mental capacity to check in old fics because I truly didn’t know what to answer but I treasure every single comment and you all who comment know that I can start to ramble in the answers xd -sorry about that- I really really REALLY love interaction.

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending:

Ok, Nara, come on, this one is a catch for me. I’ve written angst in far too many fics to remember the angstiest one :P I have the most recent one, though, that is the easy one to think about: Goodbye.Written for @delirious-comfort. I’m just going to say “Kisses with their last dying breath” as an idea of what awaits inside but I’ve written about death and loss and angst quite a lot. There were some I wrote back to SQ with Regina needing to kill Emma during the Dark Swan arc that, to this day, I still love and some others in where Regina is the one that dies, again and again, trapped by magic while Emma watches. I have the loss in mental destruction form and… I REALLY like my angst y’know xd

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not counting Lara and Wonder Woman not really! I think it comes from the fact that I loooove worldbuilding as a whole and some pairings would require all my focus into making the world perfect which in turn would make me self conscious on the OOCness of it all.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

*snorts* I’ve received hate due to the pairing I’ve written about, how I’ve written about it, the amount I’ve written, how slow or quick I can be, the usage of some tropes, the lack of usage of those same tropes… Let’s just go with: yuuuup.

9. Do you write smut?

I’ve written smut, yeah! But I can already see the pointed looks of some so let’s elaborate Xd I write smut when asked and sometimes when not asked but there’s a part of me I like to call a terrible tease that prefers writing the beginning of a scene, taunt it, focus on what happens before the sex scene per se as I find it more enjoyable to write. The process of escalation is always the best for me to see what can I do it by using both dialogue and descriptors tbh, so I tend to tease more than show.

9. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A few weeks ago I’d have said: Maybe(?) But trying to follow the trail of some other fics that had been stolen from some friends -I think it was me trying to find more about the page that stole something from your Nara!- I found some pages in where my fics had been reposted. In some it was stated that the person posting the fic wasn’t the author but I had never been contacted in order to see if I’d say yes to such a thing and in some others the page was locked up but I could still see someone was pretending to be the author. I did the thing and got some of those down.

Pointed note: Ask me if you want to post or translate or anything. I will look into you and answer you if you seem honest about the thing. But despite every joke and self-deprecating comment those 500 and then some fics represent MY time so very kindly I say fuck off to those who wish to steal from me and if I catch you… you don’t really want to see me angry, trust me.

10. Ever had a fic translated?

I’ve given permission to some, yeah, but never heard it back from them so I’m guessing it didn’t stick.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I’ve written series alongside other authors as @stregaomega for example. And some others that are unpublished -looking at you @carsonnieve - I’ve also done collabs… but fics co-written in the sense of two authors same chapters I don’t have anything posted I’m afraid :P

13. All-time favourite ship?

*snorts*, I guess the obvious answer is SQ uh? And I do think they were the ones that allowed me to read and write SO much. The one I feel more strongly about, however, is Bering and Wells from Warehouse 13.

14. WIP you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

All of them counts as a valid answer? But if I only could finish one that would be Arcadia. With A forgotten Promise second and the one I did as an Assassins Creed AU third. (I don’t remember the name so there’s no link, sorry xd)

15. Writing strengths?

Uhhhh, you REALLY want me to say that? I don’t fucking know!! To me everything I write is garbage. I always try to go for the feelings so I guess. Dunno xd I’ve been told I’m good at worldbuilding and to be honest is what I enjoy the most.

16. Writing weaknesses?

Everything Xd Pacing? What I hate the most sometimes is dialogue, I would count it as a weakness but I’m always far too focused on description rather than dialogue. I don’t think it’s a bad thing per se but it’s something that I don’t do as much.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I’m conflicted. Always. Majorly because I think that having bilingual characters in fanfiction is portrayed and expected in a way that I don’t feel it’s honest with how bilingual people -us- talk. So if I go by what I know I do I think it’s not what readers hope to see when it comes to that and if I go for how canonically is hoped to be found I don’t think it’s logical. But that’s me and my overthinking Xd If I have the option I like to do it.

18. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Belice! Or Bella/Alice. Worst first fic ever but oh, well, I’m always saying that :P

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

Uhh… Don’t make me do this XD Agh, I don’t know. I’ve always been very vocal about Metallic Ink because I let myself enjoy the process of creating a magic system almost out of zero and that was fun. Despite hating some of the writing process and that I’d do it differently now I think I’m going to stick with that answer. Or anything that had any steampunk-based undertone. To be honest I like more thinking of concepts, I had one in where Emma was a thief and it involved the robbery of a ring that was Regina’s one way ticket to freedom I then later repurposed that I adored thinking about so let’s go with…. Yeah, I love having the option of changing things up a little and focus on how characters would fit in different aesthetics for this one Xd

Annnd… these are four pages, gods. I’m just going to tag @waknatious @carsonnieve @stregaomega here and see what they do- Enjoy the questionnaire ladies :P

[plethora-of-imagines]

Gingerbread Missy

AN: The first of what I hope is many Christmas fics from me. I have a bunch more planned- if they ever cooperate and get written! Thanks to the MG server @isis-astarte-diana made for this idea.

Word Count: 1148

Warnings: suggestive

Description: Sleepy cuddles with Missy in a onesie.

Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings @how-masterful @truthbehindthemysteries

You brought your legs up by your side, folding them underneath you as you repositioned yourself on the couch. Grabbing a decorative pillow to clutch as you waited for Missy to be done stoking the fire. The deer onesie you wore was soft and cozy against your bare skin. A content sleepy silence filling the room, well at least sleepy on your end. You doubted that Missy was tired. She never seemed to be tired.

Convincing Missy to wear a onesie had taken a lot of effort but it was worth the pleading and begging on your knees. Your heart was swelling with soft, fuzzy feelings. The night of cuddling you had to look forward to once she had finished with the fire keeping you from falling asleep. You were determined to stay awake until you had the chance to clutch Missy in your arms.

The gingerbread onesie she wore looked far better on her than it had any rights to look. It was loose and baggy. Almost as if she had thought she was taller than she really was when she bought it, or more likely stole it. Now that you were thinking about it, it was incredibly likely that she really did think she was taller than she really was. She was always wearing heels. You imagined having different bodies over the years would do that to a person’s mental image of themselves. She likely still surprised herself by looking like a woman even though she had tried to embrace the transition with dresses, makeup, and a new title. Either way, baggy onesie and all, she looked delicious. 

You were so distracted by your sleepy thoughts rambling away inside of your head that you almost didn’t notice when she began to leave the fireplace to join you. You looked up at her, ignoring the newly stoked fire completely in favor of her eyes. They were lit up in mirthful joy at your sleepy state.

“About to fall asleep, little fawn?”

“Mhm,” you made grabby hands at her to try and coaks her closer to you again.

You wanted to enjoy some cuddles before you lost your fight against sleeping.

Missy joined you on the couch, yanking you from your curled up position into her arms. You fell into her shoulder. Almost not bothering to reposition yourself until she was guiding your limbs into a different, more comfortable, position.

You laughed, she always needed to be in control. You nuzzled in close, the soft fuzz of the onesie reminding you of the soft blankets she often cocooned you in when it was cold on the TARDIS. Always tucking you in with a teasing barb about how fragile you were and how she would smother you to death if you caught a cold from the TARDIS’ environment.

Arms wrapping slowly around her waist. Pleased exhales of breath conveying your content state, you were too tired to vocalize at this exact moment. Humming would be too much effort. Instead- for the moment- you let your body speak for you. Melting into a human puddle of happiness and affection.

Being tired always made your mental filter melt away. It often got you in trouble with Missy for ‘being naughty’. What you wanted to do more than anything- right now- was nibble on Missy. In a fully awake and aware state of mind you would recognize this as a terrible idea. But you were sleepy and giddy. So the idea seemed enticing with any consequences slipping away from the forefront of your mind.

Without a second thought, you bit down harshly on Missy's shoulder.

"Did you just bite me,” her tone was dark and dangerous. Your sleepy mind too tired to truly register the full extent of the position you had placed yourself in. “Before you try to answer that was rhetorical, you very naughty girl."

"You're a gingerbread Missy, which makes you a yummy snack,” you tried to justify yourself.

"You're so tired you've gone insane, haven't you. Surprisingly, it's almost adorable. I suggest that you resist the urge to keep nibbling on me or I will be very cross with you."

Pulling away from Missy you released her from your embrace. Choosing instead to start fiddling with the buttons to the onesie that looked like gumdrops.

"Okay, Missy. Imma steal your gumdrop buttons instead now."

You looked up at her with sleepy mischief in your eyes.

“An awful lot of begging to get me into this fuzzy monstrosity just to want it off of me.” 

Missy was laughing at your actions, at your sleepy determination to get your hands underneath her onesie. You had successfully been cute enough to avoid the consequences. You whined as she laughed at you. She knew that you didn’t really want the onesie to come off. You just wanted to,  somewhat join her in her onesie to be closer to her. You could never be close enough to her when you were sleepy and needed affection.

“Are you going to properly eat little ol’ gingerbread me?” Her tone was so suggestive, you could practically hear her eyebrows wiggling.

"I'm too tired to do a good job. Tomorrow I promise."

"Well I suppose I can't have you falling asleep and leaving me frustratingly horny."

Your hands slid into her onesie. Wrapping around her waist before continuing further down. Gripping her ass and giving a nice, cheeky squeeze. Pressing a kiss in between her breasts before leaning against one as a pillow. Listening to her hearts beat. Your upper body practically inside the onesie with Missy. Her gingerbread flesh your blanket.

"You might as well climb inside the onesie with me and ride my strap with how deep into me you're trying to burrow."

"You don't have a strap on right now Missy."

Holding you tighter to herself Missy responded. You could hear the vibrations her words made as she spoke. Lulling you to sleep like a lullaby.

"Well, I certainly wish I had one! You are all sleepy and touch-starved. Seeking any affection I'd bestow upon you. You'd be so cute in the morning all sore from a night of being filled up, nice, and full by me. Alas, we'll both have to settle for some nice and cozy cuddles."

Missy looked fondly down at you, affectionately rolling her eyes. Your breathing was even, eyes closed, and grip slightly loosened. Of course, you would fall asleep when she was making sexual overtures. She would just have to settle for holding you to your sleepy promise of oral tomorrow. Perhaps she would repeat herself if it seemed likely to fluster you. She missed seeing your rosy cheeks when you were tired like this and nothing embarrassed you.

Resting her chin on top of your head Missy closed her own eyes. A few hours of sleep, while she felt content with you in her lap, wouldn't hurt.

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family is first nature

by Vully_the_vulpix in which it MATTERS that wonder woman is a daughter of zeus and all demigods are family somewhere or another so as a rule of thumb if you don't know how they are related to you they are your cousin and the entire worlds against demigods so protecting each other is first nature . and a truly good parent is a rarity and they aren't just going to leave them unproteted and its not far for there kid to have to protect them all on there own . so you are my family so your family is mine too . mine to love and protect and care for and the people you fight side-by-side with are always family so if there cousin diana is fighting alongside the justice leauge that means shes adopted them dosn't it and that makes them family and they don't have any ichor at least superman has his powers but hes still vunrable and I mean batmans just a regular mortal for hestias sake que the justice leaques confusion over the way they keep getting MOTHERED by these weird teens beacuse they might be superheros but they arn't demigods and they have to heal the mortal and diana just ... not getting it beacuse this is just what family does and she appriciates the help protecting her strange fragile beloved team Words: 530, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Wonder Woman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Demigods (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Jason Grace, Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU) Additional Tags: i wrote this beccause I couldn't read it, a dc crossover where diana being a daughter of zeus is acctually significant, in which all demigods are family even if they have never met, and don't know each others names, just becuase it would take too much effort to trace it out dosnt mean they arn't related, cousion can be wonderfully vague if you want it to be, if they arn't your sibling theyre your couisn, the kin of my kin is my kin, the justice league is freaked, where are thease deadly strong teenagers coming from, and why are they helping, Fluff, I suppose this could count as, Crack, or maybe, Crack Treated Seriously, i should be revising, or sleeping, but fanfic is a deadly addiction, this is probaly not good, if anyone wants to turn this into something neater feel free, Rambling Mess, random fragments of a half dreamed universe, blame my adhd, and my autism, can you tell there a bit off, eldritch demigods, But only a little, more like they aren't human, and don't really act like it, unless there trying to hide, I only know dc from fanfiction, please correct my errors, Not Beta Read, I Tried, but please excuse my terrible spelling, more like oulines than anything i think, im just pouring my thoughts onto the page at this point, jason didn't die, either of them, attualy just, Not Canon Compliant - The Trials of Apollo, like plotline wise, i might still use some stuff from there though via https://ift.tt/57tgSjE

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Bruce went for a quick shower. He wanted a few minutes to talk to Alfred before Maria joined them for lunch. As far as he had seen that Maria is a creative and tactical genius. Plans formed in her head faster than even he could keep up with and she was always a few steps ahead. But because she was so many steps ahead, she relied on that rather than getting physical with her opponent. Even Tim never pulled his punches. He admitted that he had been out smarted, but in cases like the Joker or Scarecrow, you also had to be physical.

Deciding to focus on schooling instead, Bruce walked out of his bathroom and picked up his cell phone to call Gotham Academy. Sure, she was a few credits short of graduating, but he’d found that formal schooling went a long way with kids. Being around others their age and immerse themselves into the drama of day to day life had broken many an outer shell. He understood why that wasn’t an option in London, what with Adrien Agreste living just a few blocks over and attending the school Maria would have been in too, but here there was no connection to stop her. A knock on his door stayed his hand.

“Master Bruce, a moment before lunch?” Alfred’s voice seeped through the door.

“Of course, come in. I wanted your opinion with Maria either way. I was going to call GA to have her enrolled, and maybe introduce her to ballet or modern dance to help her with her flexibility. And the costume… I think pink and white instead of pink and black, to make her stand out more. I am also concerned about how quiet she is. Her old files said she was class president and vocal against bullies. Maybe she will regain some of that with being in a classroom…” Bruce rambled off, dressing without looking at his clothes.

“About that, Mater Bruce,” Alfred finally interjected, “Miss Maria went out early this morning, as I am sure you noticed. She mentioned Gotham Library, and that is indeed where her tracker stayed, however I received a call from Mr. Fox, asking about why Maria was there and applying for work. Mr. Fox also seems to think that a formal classroom setting would put Maria more on edge.”

‘What…? Okay brain, back up and start over….’ So she wants to work, okay. He personally did not believe that anyone under 18 should need to work, as they should be focusing on being a child and on their schoolwork. He knew from personal experience that many kids in Gotham worked part time. But 14… was a bit young. He frowned. And formal schooling causing anxiety? Well, sure but she would need to grow out of that eventually… then again… Bruce remembered that there had been complaints of severe bullying in her profile, so maybe not then. And she was about to graduate too, anyways. Finish her High school from home and allow her to take university classes, just like Tim. And working would allow her to socialize outside, without attending school. He nodded. Okay.

“And the dancing?” He asked.

“I believe that would be an excellent conversation to have with Maria” Alfred smirked. Ah, of course. No making decisions without the child’s in put. He could do that.

“Best not to keep her waiting then, Alfred” Bruce placed his hand on Alfred’s shoulder and smiled at him as he passed to go downstairs.

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Alfred left the cave after thirty minutes to get started on making lunch. While the food was cooking, he chose to investigate Marinette Dupain-Cheng, rather than clean. He had, of course, read Maria’s file from Diana, but it seemed… incomplete. Maria was forcing herself to not be like Marinette, and that meant huge parts of her life and personality were missing. Alfred tapped his chin in thought as he saw her multiple school awards, extensive volunteer experience, and contests won. Hm. Marinette was passionate about the things she liked: sewing, crafting and creating, baking and helping. Hm. He looked at his oven, only used to roast potatoes and meat and occasionally to bake a cake. That might work. He decided on a whim to also go online and have a sewing machine, in hot pink, delivered to the manor. A welcome home present.

When he finished cooking and then cleaning, Alfred went upstairs to talk with Master Bruce. Surely they could come up with a schedule that would allow her the time and ability to socialize.

After their discussion, Bruce went ahead downstairs, while Alfred stayed back to knock on Maria’s door. No answer. He opened the door slightly to listen in case she was in the bath. Nothing. Peeking through the door, he noticed the sheets were crumpled slightly. Ah. Must be asleep.

Going downstairs he found Bruce reading the Newspaper, patiently waiting for Maria.

“I am afraid that Miss Maria will not be joining you for lunch. I believe she fell asleep after the gruelling training today.”

Bruce smiled and nodded, digging into his lunch and pulling a notebook out to take notes in. A to-do list.

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Bruce was vibrating as he led Maria into the dining room. He had believed that jetlag and training had been enough to knock her out until dinner. Imagine his surprise and worry when Maria was not in her room when they called her for dinner. And imagine his horror when he noticed her tracker having been ditched. He was about to launch the bat mobile when he recalled Maria looking for a job. He went to the computer and hacked the camera feed in the café. There she was, running back and forth from the coffee machines to the customers, a bright smile on her face. He sighed, his blood still thrumming in his years. He had left at 10 PM to make it on time for the 11 PM closing time. He was shocked when Krista, the owner of the café brushed off his offer to drive his own ward home. So she did not use his name to get the job.

When they reached the dining room, he pushed Maria down at the table with a cold plate left sitting there since 6 PM. His own was also untouched, worry churning his insides and making his appetite non-existent. He sighed, wiping his down his face with both hands. Maria wasn’t a Gothimite. She had no idea the troubles and dangers around every corner. She was new, and from what he understood from Lucius she was expecting this to be a temporary home for her, instead of permanent. It seemed despite his track record of permanently adopting strays, Maria felt like she was not welcome here.

He took a deep breath, “Maria, I realize that my not being here to greet you personally perhaps gave you the impression that you were here temporarily, but I want you to know that isn’t the case. You are here to stay as long as you like. This … I … Let this be your home Maria, as much as it has been for me. We cannot replace your parents, and I am not Diana, but we do want you to be comfortable here.”

He said this while looking at her bowed head. Her hands had been in her lap, but raised to her tear stained eyes. Bruce frowned. How many times has she had to cry so silently that no one even noticed she was crying. He stood from his chair and pulled her into his arms. How long has she had to be so strong? He let her cry herself out and put her to bed. She’d be starving by the morning, but she needed the rest. Walking from the room, he shut the door on a sigh.

“Master Bruce?” Alfred stood in the shadows of the hall.

“Clear my schedule for the morning. I think I’m needed here for the week” he whispered, before retiring to the cave.

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