#what an absolutely bat shit dynamic they would have in so ready to read more

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Thinking of post AGIT Dan being all moody and emo and giving Vlad a Villain Monologue™️ à la “I’m inevitable” blah blah blah and Vlad just being like-

“…that’s great son :) here’s your dino nuggets.”

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Okay! So I've done a bit more thinking and digging around, I kinda forgot that warzone existed and has existing characters. Like I was aware of it vaguely in the corner but never really thought to look more into it. Then I got curious about König's character and which game he was from only to learn about the entire warzone roster.

Yes I've never touched Warzone despite playing COD. I mostly played the story campaigns or Zombies because I've never actually owned a cod game I've played my friends game. I've never actually played the mw3 remake because me and said cod friend stopped hanging out after quarantine.

So all this to say I've read a bit about Nova and really liked her! And canonically speaking she would be interacting with the 141 unlike König if I've read the lore right. I believe König and the 141 are on the opposite sides? But then again so is Graves and I wrote an interaction between those two so who knows! Anyways...

O'CONNOR! The absolute lesbian that she is! Would totally crush on Nila, I mean come on you have to be blind to not think she's pretty! And from what I've read regarding her lore she's very thoughtful and persistent! So my brain immediately started brewing up ideas about the two ladies and their dynamics.

I think O'Connor and Nila would be aware of each other, never really interacting but have heard of each other through mutuals. I'm thinking initially some of Nila's team interacted with the 141. It would mostly be the sergeants from both teams interacting together. Like Roach, Soap, and Gaz would hang out with Nova's team even after Gaz becomes 2nd Lieutenant.

Like Gaz, Soap, and Roach hang around some of the 41 Company (Nila's team) when on base. So yeah the two know of each other but haven't interacted in any capacity beyond maybe a little nod of acknowledgement when passing each other on base.

That is until a mission goes south leaving O'Connor and a very injured Ghost to be the only ones to return to base. O'Connor is effectively placed into the role of captain of rescuing her team. Laswell immediately suggested Lieutenant Nila Brown and 41 Company or something to help with the retrieval of Price, Soap, Gaz and Roach.... So yeah I'm writing it! ENJOY!

It was supposed to be a simple mission, they were split into 3 teams. Alpha Team: Price and Sanderson were on exfill; they were to get transportation out the base and to be ready to leave. Bravo Team: Garrick and MacTavish were to find as much information regarding the ultranationalist, who they have as targets, and any future plans. Charlie Team: Riley and O'Connor were to go into the leader's quarters to learn of weapons and what they know of Makarov's situation and location. In and out, simple and clean. No bodies only silence.

They shouldn't have continued once they notice the sudden changes in patrols and perimeters, but the only way for them to get out of there was in that base. So they went through with the mission, it was their only course of action.

It all went to shit fast after getting the information, the other two teams were busted and rapidly being swarmed while waiting for Charlie. Riley was shot three times; two right lower abdomen and one upper left shoulder. Carrying the lieutenant made O'Connor slower and she made a decision, she told them to leave. And they did, Price ordered O'Connor to find a vehicle and get out, to find them...

O'Connor isn't sure if she regrets making that call. She knows the rest of the team was shot down, she knows that at least 3 of them parachuted out. She knows that MacTavish was able to make contact with her before their signal was jammed. O'Connor has hope, she knows they're alive, that she can get to them. But the current colonel isn't sending anyone to look for them.

"What the feck do you mean?! My men are still out there, Colonel!" O'Connor slammed her hands down onto the desk as she stood.

She was called into the office soon after O'Connor arrived on base, driving like a bat out of hell to the facility making the two day trip back to base a one day trip. As soon as Simon was taken away for medical treatment O'Connor jumped into action. She started pulling soldiers preparing a rescue team to go into the woodlands of the Russian Taigas only to be stopped and forced into the stupid conversation she's having now.

"With all due respect Captain O'Connor your men are dead. If the crash didn't kill them, the elements and wildlife would have, and if that didn't then the enemy search teams would... Your goal now is to remember the fallen, gather a new team and complete the mission. Am I understood?" The american colonel smiled at O'Connor with the most condescending smile on his lips.

"With all due respect Colonel" O'Connor mocks his southern accent. "If you bothered to read our files that were provided to you, then you'd know that those men have survived odds much worse than those. So no I won't remember them as fallen. If at least one of them is alive I want to recover them, and radio contact is proof of life for at least one!" O'Connor glared at the man where he sat, not once looking up from the papers on his.

"That's an order Captain, do not force my hand and claim insubordination from you..." The man glanced up at her before waving her out.

As soon as O'Connor's hand touched the nob of the door the Colonel's voice rang out, "I'll even be nice and give you some time to visit with Lieutenant Riley before you go out... You've got until tomorrow morning Captain."

O'Connor tensed before leaving the office, doing her best not to slam the door as she pulled it closed behind her. O'Connor quickly made her way across the small base towards the medical bay. She was informed that Simon would recover, nothing vital being hit or damaged miraculously. She stepped into Simon's room, surprised to see the man awake. She quickly tossed him a cleaner mask and turned away from the man.

"No need for that Doc, but I appreciate the sentiment." Simon's voice was strained even if he was trying to hide it.

"I respect you too much to assume anything Shade," After Simon gives her the all clear O'Connor turns to sit down next to the medical bay bed. She started to rub her eyes trying to figure out what to do next.

"We're going after them right?" Simon's voice drew O'Connor's eyes up to him.

"No... You're staying here Lieutenant." O'Connor sighs before continuing. "This colonel thinks that they're dead, he wants me to forget going after them and to finish the mission..." O'Connor looks down at her hands as they ball into fists in her lap.

"You're not going to are you?" Simon leans back from his sitting position, groaning as he moves.

"No, I could care less about finishing the mission..." O'Connor glared at her hands before continuing. "If it was Price here, he'd be able to convince that colonel to go after them but I don't have his silver tongue..."

"So what's your plan Captain?" Simon and O'Connor looked up as there was a knock at the door. Simon yelled out to enter. A familiar woman entered the room, if O'Connor remembers correctly her name and rank; Lieutenant Nila Brown.

"I'm looking for you Captain O'Connor, do you have a moment?" She stepped in and stood at attention.

"No need for that Lieutenant. Aye, I've got a moment what do you need?" Nila closed the door before turning back towards the two sitting figures.

"I want to help recover the 141, Captain..." O'Connor cringes a bit before holding up a hand to stop Nila.

"Please, call me Doc... I'm not comfortable being called Captain off field... I didn't go to medical school for nothing." O'Connor looked towards Simon before looking back at Nila.

"I had a hunch you were Doctor O'Connor, I didn't think we had two O'Connor's on base... Anyways Doc, I know your team is still out there and you're being sent out back tomorrow to complete the original operation..." Nila's smile was confident as O'Connor gave her a nod of affirmation, ignoring the butterflies in her chest.

"Listen take my team with you, if not all of them then at least me."

"Why the sudden interest?" Simon's voice rumbled through the room.

"I was sent by Laswell to find and help you recover your team. I was waiting outside Colonel Autumn's Office when Dr. O'Connor was with him... I know that the wanker isn't going to bother looking for even bodies to retrieve. Take some of us with you, split us into two teams. That information is mostly likely long gone now but if we can recover your team there's a chance that they still have what we're looking for yeah?" O'Connor nodded looking towards Simon who nodded once. She trusted the lieutenant's judgement, if he was comfortable then so was she.

So the next morning O'Connor gathered a team as the colonel instructed. Once out of briefing and into the field O'Connor relayed the slight alteration of the plan. They were going to be in 2 teams, O'Connor and Nila would be splitting to search for the 141. Everyone else would be under Laswell's command and their team leader. A new lieutenant and his two sergeants, one Lieutenant Russ and the Walker brothers.

(Recently watched someone play through COD Ghosts for the first time and I missed the boys)

Nila and O'Connor got to work immediately. Once in the area O'Connor last made contact with Soap they began to move towards the crash site. By the time they'd found it they'd receive word from the infiltration team that the compound had been left abandoned.

"That's a good thing, they wouldn't have sent a search party for your men Doc..." Nila spoke as she continued looking around the crash sight. O'Connor relaxed a bit but kept her head on a swivel. Nila eventually found boot prints moving towards the east, back towards their base of operation.

"So... You have an actual medical degree." Nila asked as they followed the boot tracks.

"Yeah, I was doing a desk job while raising my son... It was too slow for me so I figured I'd at least go to school. The military was all too happy to pay for my medical degree and specialization." O'Connor was half paying attention to the conversation as she moved through the forest, Nila placing markers along their path. She knows she's coming off as uninterested but in that moment O'Connor couldn't care less.

O'Connor was worried as another trail had started following the boot trail, it was liquid and all O'Connor's fears were confirmed as the duo came across a murky red puddle of blood and melted snow. O'Connor didn't notice herself freezing up until a hand touched her shoulder.

"We'll find them Doc..." O'Connor nodded as she kept pushing forwards.

They kept moving through the woodlands, O'Connor only stopping to put on her jacket as it got colder. They ate quickly before O'Connor was up again pushing onwards. When they started down the trails the sun was just coming up over the horizon, now O'Connor had a flashlight out following the trail of blood and boot prints.

"It's getting darker, we should sto-" O'Connor grabbed Nila by her arm pulling her back away from a steep ravine edge. It was well hidden, you wouldn't notice it until you were right on top of it.

O'Connor used the light to check both to the right and left of the ravine for the continuation of the boot prints. She looked down into the ravine when she couldn't find any. There was a groove of someone falling down alongside ruts from people following after.

O'Connor didn't hesitate jumping down into the ravine, keeping her balance as she slid down the mud and gravel ravine walls. Once she reached the bottom she turned towards Nila, shining the light towards her and gesturing for her to stay there. O'Connor watched as Nila looked towards something to the left of O'Connor. Before O'Connor could ask what she saw she felt the cool press of a knife to her neck.

"You couldn't just walk around the damn thing could ya?" The familiar voice of Kyle Garrick in O'Connor's ear behind her.

"Wait! Gaz! It's me!" O'Connor reached for the hood, tossing it back to reveal more of herself.

"Jesus Doc, we nearly gutted you!" MacTavish's voice came from in front of her as what O'Connor thought was a rock moved revealing Roach and Soap both armed.

"Where's John?" O'Connor rushed towards them as she was released.

"Over here Maeve!" The strained voice of John Price called out from her left. Wasting no time she began to check the men over as she moved towards Price.

Roach, covered in filth, was limping heavily not putting much pressure on his left leg. Soap and Gaz had a few cuts on them from what she could see as very dirty. As she approached Price, O'Connor had to fight back tears. The man looked like death, pale and dirty; cleaner than the other three men but still dirty.

His left pant leg had one of the men's jackets wrapped around it tightly, she assumes Roach's. O'Connor could see the crimson red staining it darker. She moved towards him, not removing the jacket as she began to untie the clothing and started to pact the wound better before wrapping it and securing it. O'Connor began barking orders, having Nila secure a rope and helping get everyone out of the ravine.

"Lieutenant Russ? We've found my men are you still at the compound?" O'Connor asked into radio hoping she was in range.

"Copy that Captain O'Connor, we're leaving the compound now. Not much recovered but we've got what we could find." O'Connor is carrying Price back the way they came, thankful for Nila marking their path back with reflective flags.

They kept moving, the last bits of the sun slowly disappearing. O'Connor removed her jacket tossing it towards Roach who had nothing to help with the cold before she was lifting Price again carrying him in a bridal carry. Nila and Soap traded so now Nila was helping Roach maneuver through the woods. They make it to the wreckage of the helicopter before stopping.

"Everyone good? We're at the last push just a bit further from here," O'Connor had Price click her receiver on her radio. "Lieutenant Russ, we're about 30 minutes out."

They continued moving and finally saw the vehicles sitting idle. The rest of the team had departed leaving only Keegan, Logan, and Hesh at the trucks. Once they spotted the little troop the three men instantly jumped into action helping where they could.

"Captain O'Connor, we've received word from Colonel Autumn... He's not very happy with you from the sounds of it." Hesh informed O'Connor as she climbed into the back hatch of one of the trucks. She helped Hesh maneuver Price into a more comfortable position.

"He can deal with it, we recovered the information they had as well as my men... I don't see what's the problem." O'Connor didn't look up from where she was working on Price's leg.

"You went against orders, O'Connor?" Price croaked out quietly. O'Connor gripped the man's hand softly squeezing it.

"Of course, you'd do the same for anyone else... Besides Ghost would rip my head off if I came back without everyone..." O'Connor smiled down at the man as they began moving. She rubbed her eyes trying to fight the tears.

Once on base O'Connor gathered all the information the 141 managed to gather before everything went to shit. She left the two groups trusting that the two lieutenants could handle getting everyone settled. As O'Connor left she heard rapid footsteps as Nila appeared at her side.

"You're dismissed, Lieutenant Brown, thank you for your help but this is my punishment to bare," O'Connor looked forwards as she walked through the halls. She was fully prepared for her rank to be stripped from her, this Colonel was known for pulling that a lot.

"With all due respect Doctor O'Connor, we all agreed to the plan." Nila spoke as she stepped in tandem with O'Connor. They stopped outside the Colonel's office before knocking and entering together.

"You have some nerve O'Connor... I directly told you to leave them out there, they were a lost cause. Instead you directly go against my orders and don't even recover what was originally needed! I should court martial your sorry ass" Colonel Autumn was standing back facing away from them.

"Actually sir, I've recovered not only my men but the original data we recovered on our original mission..." O'Connor tossed the small package down onto the table before continuing. "There's three USB sticks in there with everything we could get originally. And sir my men are all still alive and now are home, so go ahead. Court martial me, strip me of my rank, do whatever but just know you. Were. Wrong." O'Connor kept her head high and maintained eye contact with the Colonel. The man's lip twitched before he seemed to deflate and dismissed the two women.

Once they stepped out of the room O'Connor deflated a bit, placing her hand over her heart.

"That was hot..." O'Connor's head whipped towards Nila. O'Connor could feel the blush spreading across her face as her heart continued to pound away in her chest.

"What?! It was! You kept calm and took total control... It was hot!" O'Connor swallowed around nothing as she looked down at the slightly shorter woman.

"Thank you Lieutenant Brown..." Nila rolled her eyes before speaking again.

"It's Nila or Nova, none of this Lieutenant Brown mess." O'Connor felt her stomach drop and her heart did a backflip as Nila smiled up at her.

"I'm sorry I was rude earlier, I promise I'm usually much nicer in conversation when I'm not scared for my men..." O'Connor averted her gaze a bit, feeling slightly ashamed.

"I thought that was hot too! You were so focused and driven. Nothing seemed to sway you from your mission. And you were so focused..." O'Connor blushed even harder as the two women began to walk toward medical. Nila continuing her ranting compliments about O'Connor

"Ah! Well thank you... For the compliment and for your help. I owe you a debt." O'Connor looked at Nila, smiling towards the woman.

"You could take me out for a drink! You could show me how you actually are during conversation, how that sounds?" Nila stopped in front of her as they reached Ghost's room.

"Oh! Um yes a drink would be lovely!" O'Connor felt like she was on fire when Nila smiled at her.

"GREAT! It's a date! See you tomorrow night!" Nila yelled before skipping down the halls of medical.

O'Connor opened the door to find Ghost and the youngest three all together. She stepped in trying desperately will away the blush on her cheeks before the men in the room noticed. Soap and Gaz turn towards O'Connor with knowing grins.

"Where's Price?" O'Connor asked as she moved towards the little group trying to ignore the looks.

"He's getting stitches, he'll be placed in the room next to mine once the prosecutor is done." Simon said as he stopped MacTavish's attempt to help him sit up. O'Connor nodded before turning to Roach.

"How's your leg?" Roach was sitting in a chair as he shrugged.

"What does that mean? Did you not go get checked out Sergeant?" O'Connor's furrowed as she moved towards the man. She now lets her gaze look at all three of the younger soldiers noticing that they're all still dirty.

"Alright, you two go shower and change. Sanderson you come with me after we get you checked out you're doing the same thing!" O'Connor said as she helped Roach stand. When neither of the boys begin to move O'Connor glared at them.

"That's an order boys, now get moving." O'Connor boomed a bit commanding.

"What about Price?" Garrick whispered, O'Connor's shoulders dropped a bit as a smile crept onto her face.

"I'll come get you lads when he's out but in the mean time go take care of yourselves yeah?" O'Connor pats the boys on the back before helping Roach into an empty room and starts working.

After tending to Roach's injuries and sending him off to take a shower, O'Connor did the same. After a shower and a fresh change of clothes O'Connor arrived at Price's room to find everyone there already.

Simon was in a wheelchair chair leaning against MacTavish who was standing behind him. Kyle was sat in a chair holding Price's hand and Sanderson was sitting at the foot of the bed. They all turned towards O'Connor as she entered the room.

"What happened with the Colonel?" Price was immediate to ask once noticing O'Connor.

"Nothing, he got what he wanted and I proved him wrong. There was nothing he could do." O'Connor walked over to Price's side. "Are you okay.... All of you?"

"You came back for us instantly O'Connor, we're fine." Kyle smiles softly at her as O'Connor feels tears start to well up.

"I made the wrong call... If you would have died-" O'Connor drops her head as tears roll down her cheeks.

"But we didn't though, Maevis, we're all here. We're safe and being treated. You made a call and it was the best one at the moment." O'Connor sucked in a breath calming herself a bit more.

They all talk for a bit before the younger men go to eat and sleep, taking Ghost back to his room. O'Connor stays to talk a bit longer quietly filling out a report for Price regarding the mission.

"So... I heard that you were assisted by the commander of the 41 Company? Lieutenant Brown right?" O'Connor looked up for a moment before continuing her writing.

"Yeah, Nila. She managed to convince the new kids to help... The Walker brothers and Lieutenant Keegan Russ, they're effective and quite capable."

"Those three will be going through a trial period with us. Nice to know they work well enough with you... So Nila hmm?"

"Yes what of her, she was kind enough to offer her assistance. She's got a good head on her shoulders, I'm thankful for her help, John." O'Connor continued writing her report on glancing up at Price through her eyelashes.

"Mhm and the date?" O'Connor's hand stopped writing instantly, looking up at him fully.

"We're just getting drinks, John, nothing serious. I wasn't the kindest to her while we were out looking for you and I owe her for helping me... It's nothing more than that. Why the interest?" O'Connor didn't mean to sound so defensive but she couldn't help the tension that eased its way into her shoulders.

"I'm simply curious that's all, Ghost said that the Lieutenant seemed to be pretty smitten with you O'Connor..." Price smiled at O'Connor as the woman began to blush. Price continues his teasing and joking before they fall into comfortable silence and O'Connor finishes her report as well as Price's before turning them in and going to her barracks.

So I'm writing about their date next!

COD Master List

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you know how dc keeps forcing this sudden "we're a family" narrative out of nowhere? I'd love batfam content but years of hurt among them make the recent content seem unearned.

bc you know more about dick and jason than the others, how do you think they would realistically become family to each other, or would it even be in character for them to be the "bros" they're written as now?

Oh anon, this question is amazing, I love it! I saw it when I woke up and since then my brain has been brewing this answer, I was thinking about it as I brushed my teeth and as I was making breakfast, and now I am ready to give you the answer, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed thinking/writing about it!

DC keeps forcing the wrong relationships, and they keep forcing the wrong centre of this supposed family, they make it out to be the Bat-Family when in reality the Bat (Bruce) should have never been invited to this party.

This is why I give you the… Dick-Family!

Oh yeah baby, I am going there. Dick is the centre of this “family”, he is the guy who is actually connected with everyone, he has been around for so long and he has been present when almost all of the remaining characters were introduced! Bruce might have come first but that guy has nothing on Dick Grayson.

Dick has cared and loved for everyone in this family in a true and beautiful way, no matter how much fanon and DC try to tell us otherwise. This man was an amazing son to Bruce and Alfred (my love for Alfred and Dick is brought to you by @hood-ex), a fantastic brother to Jason, Tim and Cass as well as a phenomenal father/older brother to Damian.

Dick Grayson is the centre of this whole thing, and thanks to DC now being an Omniverse I will be able to explain my line of thoughts. But first let me clear some ideas up.

The way I see it Jason would only get along good enough with Dick. I am not here for Jason and Tim having brunch together (honestly, Lobdell, what were you thinking), Jason never cared for Tim, and then writers that didn’t know how the Red Hood worked made him try to kill Tim so, to me, that relationship is non-existent, Jason doesn’t really perceive Tim (yet).

Jason and Damian, listen, I know that there is this fanon theory that Jason knew and cared for Damian while he was in the League, but that is just fanon talk and it doesn’t really fit in canon either. Jason wasn’t really capable of doing much other than fight, and after he was put in the Lazarus Pit he either had to leave because Ra’s wanted to kill him or Talia took him to the All-Castle. So, Jason’s only real interactions with Damian would be when Jason was written as a crazy, blood thirsty dude that actually tried to harm a child. So, him and Damian wouldn’t really have a good relationship (yet).

Jason and Cass… that’s just a no. Jason and Barbara, I mean Barbara was older than Dick when she first met Jason, so they wouldn’t have much of a relationship.

Now, lets move on to how I will make the Dick-Family work.

Dick (bless him) actually talks and listens to people, unlike Bruce, so the change would start there. Let’s set the timeline, I will stand right after the events of Under the Red Hood. Bruce just chose saving Joker over letting Jason kill the Joker and the building they were in exploded.

Batman keeps on being himself (trash) and Jason, having survived the explosion, moves on to keep on building his empire. He really wants to control the drug trade in Gotham, so he works on that, he slowly but surely takes his place as a drug lord again and is a constant pain in Black Mask’s ass.

While Jason is doing that, Dick is trying to put together his life after Bludhaven was attacked with Chemo. Let’s say that Bludhaven isn’t completely erased from the map but he does have to leave so the city can be re-built. He goes to Gotham, where the Red Hood works.

Let’s say that Alfred told Dick who was under the Red Hood, so Dick being a good brother goes looking for Jason. Their first interaction out of the mask wouldn’t be nice, Jason barely remembers his life before the pit and he really is convinced that Dick is the absolute worst.

But then Jason being a nosy man would make an appearance, for some reason, let’s say that he hacks into the Batcave and when he does that he finds some footage… The footage in question would be the one which shows Bruce punching Dick and sort of blaming him for Jason’s death. (Oh yeah, I am going there). The footage will make a memory come to mind, Dick taking Jason on a skying trip.

So, the next time that Dick and Jason see each other is because Jason went looking for Dick and here is where these two actually talk. The way I see it, Dick is more flexible with the no killing rule, he has worked many times with people that are villains or that just have different ways of doing things. So, I think that he would understand where Jason’s coming from with his ideas. As they begin to understand one another Jason begins to recover more and more memories from before the Pit.

They get together once a week and they chat about life as well as vigilante stuff. They become friends.

At the same time Dick is also very good friends with Tim and also acts like the amazing big brother he is with him. They chat, they sometimes work together and one day they come across a very complicated situation involving a new drug being introduced in Gotham.

Dick would call Jason and now both of them and Tim are reunited in a safe house working together so this new drug doesn’t fall in the wrong hands. Jason and Tim wouldn’t really like each other. Both of them are there for Dick and because they have to get the job done.

That’s how I see Dick forming the Dick-Family unconsciously. Hell, I will introduce Barbara now. Do you guys remember that in UtRH Barbara was mad with Bruce and didn’t want to work with him but she was still in contact with Dick? Well, I am using that so it can fit my narrative.

Dick, Jason and Tim need more intel so Dick calls Oracle (real Oracle) and because Barbara trusts Dick she works with them.

Here is where it gets interesting, through Barbara, Dick meets Cass, through Tim he meets Stephanie. You see that Dick’s connections are leading him to form a group of people. Cass and Stephanie are trained by Babs and Dick and they become the new Batgirls.

As all of that keeps developing Jason and Dick become “partners in crime” they help each other, they start building a brotherly relationship again. Although Jason refuses to say that out loud.

Then comes in Damian, a difficult child if there has ever been one but he has Bruce so Dick doesn’t have to jump in that fast… right?

Oh brother! Bruce is dead (omg what would we do? Battle for the cowl maybe? No!). with Bruce gone there is only one person who can take his place and everyone knows it has to be Dick.

Dick would feel a lot of things as he is taking Bruce’s place as Batman but he has a group of people ready to back him up (Alfred, Jason, Tim, Babs, Cass, Steph), and he also has to take care of Damian, he is a child and with his father gone then maybe his mother would want to take him back to the League of Assassins, Dick obviously doesn’t want that so he talks to Tim and tells him that he sees him as his equal and that he has a plan to make Damian stay and it involves making Damian his new Robin.

Tim would obviously be sad and a little hurt, but he understands Dick’s decision because they talked about it and Dick actually took the time to explain why he was doing what he was doing (really DC half of the problems you guys come up could be fixed in seconds if people would only take some time to just TALK!).

Dick and Damian work as Batman and Robin and Dick starts assuming the position of his father. They would live with Alfred in the penthouse and maybe Tim will join them from time to time (when he wasn’t busy with Young Justice/Teen Titans stuff). Slowly Dick and Damian will become the Dynamic Duo that we love today.

So, Dick would have his own Robin, Oracle (who is also managing her own team with Black Canary and (why not) the Batgirls), Red Robin and Red Hood working with him if he needs them. They are always a call away. Jason is the most difficult to reach and he will only involve himself in that kind of drama if its about controlling the drug trade or scaring the living shit out of some very shady people.

So, Red Hood wouldn’t be working with the new (and improved) Batman but Jason would hang out with Dick sometimes.

From there they build up. Dick renovates Arkham Asylum and makes it work they way that it is supposed to work. He might also recruit Catwoman when he needs someone really sneaky, they have known each other for so long, I bet Selina loves Dick, she would certainly help him out.

But as all things do, this happy and well-connected Dick-Family is disrupted when Bruce comes back, he inserts himself slowly back into his role as Batman and as he does that Dick starts to move away from it.

But Dick’s connections are strong and well cared for, so, even when he goes back to Bludhaven and starts fresh (again) as Nightwing those connections remain. Oracle still gives him intel, Robin and Red Robin come over to Bludhaven to patrol, maybe they even have their own rooms at Dick’s place.

With Bludhaven functioning again, all of the terrible people that were working there also come back, maybe some of them never left and they have been corrupting the city from its very core. So, when Jason tells Dick that he would like to expand his operations to Bludhaven, Dick says yes, as long as Jason keeps him updated on his work and also lets him know what is going on.

I think it works! What do you guys think so far?

From then on with the whole Dick-Family being connected and strong I think they can actually act and solve their problems as a family. All those arcs that didn’t work very well because Bruce was in the middle of it being a jerk, I think they will work if Dick is at the centre of it. Let’s say that Bruce hid the fact that Joker knows their identities and all that, with such a strong family the second that the Joker tries to manipulate Jason into believing that he created him, Dick will come out of the shadows and shut that bullshit down. If Joker tries to do something to the Circus, then the Birds of Prey and the Robins will be there in seconds helping Dick.

The Court of Owls, those little shits wouldn’t stand a chance against this team, this force of nature! Jason would be the one working from afar because you know my boy wouldn’t be subjected to the “no-killing” rule but if he does it, he has to do it away from the children (Damian) and away from Cass, if he doesn’t want to know real trouble. (He probably arranged those things with Dick a long time ago and he is happy with it).

Now, please forgive me but for angst reasons I will actually let the events of, Batman Incorporated #8, Forever Evil, Nightwing #30 and Spyral run its course.

Let me explain, after Damian’s death Dick holds the Dick-Family together, as well as Bruce because he is amazing like that, but then after Dick supposedly dies, things change just a little bit. Jason would retreat back to his own corner because the only thing attaching him to the Dick-Family was Dick but he would also keep his eyes open and he might also have a direct line with Oracle if things go south.

Aside from Jason, I do see the others working on keeping their connections intact. When Damian eventually returns the land of the living, I can see all of them coming together even more because that’s what Dick would have wanted.

And then Dick will come back from Spyral and here is where the Dick-Family will show the “Bat-Family�� why its superior to it in every aspect possible.

The Dick-Family will notice that something must have happened, Dick would never play dead and leave them like that, but Dick loves Bruce and he doesn’t want to tell them the truth, Bruce has no memories now and his family doesn’t deserve that kind of drama BUT Jason and Tim are suspicious, they know Dick at this point and they trust him so they firmly believe that he is hiding something to protect someone. And here is where life repeats itself. Let’s review the Batcave’s footage, yes, I did it again, I just love the fact that Bruce has footage of himself being the absolute worst to his kids, how does DC not use it! Anyway, Tim and Jason find the footage from the events of Nightwing #30 and suddenly the Dick-Family have their “Dick defence squad” jackets on and they are ready to party.

After all that Bruce eventually gets his memories back and he is held accountable for his actions. Also, around this time the events of Robin War would have already happened so Duke is also introduced. Dick lets him join and all that, and then Duke and Cass become besties and they work together.

And yeah, as Rebirth comes closer the Dick-Family would be more united than ever.

The end.

That is how I would have done it. But this way is slow, and DC wouldn’t be able to monetize it as much as they would want.

Jason wouldn’t be giving hugs and calling everyone their brother or sister, he will only get along with Dick and he would be professional with everyone else.

Tim and Damian would get along but they wouldn’t go for ice cream together on a sunny day. Steph and Damian would and so would Cass and Tim or Cass and Duke.

Oracle would work with Dick and the others as a side thing because her main thing would be the Birds of Prey, this time with Helena too.

Alfred would spend his time with Bruce but he would also be very aware of Dick and his influence on everyone around them. Bruce eventually would be integrated to the Dick-Family because Dick is a sweetheart but Dick would also make Bruce follow his rules, Dick is a little bean but he is also the most badass person in the room (whichever room) so you better listen to what he has to say.

The Dick-Family would be something that grows silently and doesn’t need a “Joker War” in order for them to be there for each other, they would try their best each step of the way and they will talk things out when mistakes are made.

This is the way that I see this family dynamic working.

I would even go as far as to say that Talia can be part of the Dick-Family because she is connected to three people, Dick, Damian and Jason.

Dick is the person with most connections in the DC Universe, the Titans, the Justice League, Deathstroke, they all have connections to this treasure of a man. If he needs help in Gotham or Bludhaven then he can call people from the “first circle”, if things are beyond a “street level” threat them he can call the Titans and if shit really hits the fan, Clark and the others are a call away.

Anyway, this was unnecessarily long, I am sorry about it but I am also not because I really don’t know how to answer your question without going on a long rant.

In conclusion the Bat-Family doesn’t work and sadly it wouldn’t work no matter how much they force it. These people don’t have connections, Bruce is not able to make connections between people. And DC has erased entire relationships that Dick used to have. I mean, they got rid of Dick and Tim being close brothers just so they could give us a shitty brunch between Tim and Jason? Only yesterday we saw a true and beautiful interaction between Dick and Damian.

DC is handling the “Bat-Family” in all the worst possible ways. It just doesn’t work.

They should have used Dick all those years ago and they shouldn’t have destroyed Jason’s characterization with Lobdell’s ideas.

So, sadly, my dear anon, I don’t see the Bat-Family as a in character thing for any of these people as they are written currently, but I hope that you enjoyed my version of it. May the Dick-Family bring everyone who reads about it a little joy!

[still-a-morosexual-help]

OBEY ME! LESSON 53 DETAILED SUMMARY + THEORIES

Some time seems to have passed between the end of the last lesson and the beginning of this one. Levi’s tired after pulling an all-nighter with Diavolo to finish a game and Mammon’s laughing at all the pictures Luke is sending him of all the desserts his making and the step by step process he’s following. Beel happily notes that Mammon & Luke have been chatting a lot lately. Mammon red in the face but smiling happily says it’s like he’s got a new minion who’s also fun to mess with, Asmo says it looks more like Mammon’s got a tiny little brother with the way Mammon’s being fawning over him (my heart this is so cute I need to write more fics with them interacting), Mammon denies it but Asmo says it holds no ground when Mammon can’t seem to stop smiling so happily. Lucifer has found an art book that Satan’s being looking everywhere desperately for and invites Satan to come take a look at it together, Satan postures a bit but agrees. Belphie says there’s a lot of strange friendships popping up lately, though Beel’s happy that Satan & Lucifer have been getting along better, Asmo thinks the way Satan’s being acting around Lucifer recently is strange and Belphie says it’s a sign of Armageddon. Asmo asks MC if they knew any reason behind the sudden change and they just say the two discovered new sides of each other which makes the other 3 more confused, with Asmo particularly lusting for the gossip. Belphie wonders if this means the anti-lucifer league would disband and Satan who hears this says that’s dumb cause he can take the chance to pull a prank of Lucifer when he goes to his room to check out the book. MC says they thought him and Lucifer were finally friends but satan says even the thought makes him sick, Asmo asks if he’s sure since the two seem like the best of friends recently. Satan quotes Sun Tzu saying “If you know your enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles”. A door bell rings and Lucifer tells MC to go get it. It’s Solomon & Barbatos and MC asks them what they’re doing here together. Solomon reveal’s it’s time for their sorcerer’s preliminary exams. (Did MC get all 7 stars already? Or 6 I guess if this exam gives the last star)

Ok so MC has 4 stars the preliminary is for the 5th star and final is for the 7th. Asmo has apparently filled the others on what’s gonna happen. Mammon asks for compensation, Beel wishes MC good luck, Lucifer tells them they should actually fill MC in, Asmo says Solomon had contacted him asking the brothers to help with the exam, MC says “cool what do I gotta do”, Solomon says they have to win a game of Tail Thieves and gets Barbatos to explain, Barbatos complains how Solomon always makes him explain things to people and I completely forgot that Solomon has a pact with Barbatos meaning they must be pretty close, meaning Asmo & Barbatos must be pretty close too and I need to see the dynamic between these 3 more. Solomon is going to use magic to give everyone animal tails and MC has to be the last one standing, if they lose their tail they fail the exam. (AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’d love to see the animal event costumes being used in the main storyline and MC getting a tail? It’s have to be a sheep right?) To motivate the brothers to steal MC’s tail, stealing someone’s tail means they’re cursed to obey one command from you and sure that’s not gonna end in disaster. MC’S A SHEEP!!!!!! I’ve had this idea of what their costume would look like for a while ahhhh Also Barbatos is a bat? Do bat’s have tails? I feel like I should know this… (it apparently depends on the species of bat, given his colour lets just say Barbatos is a devildom bat). MC goes hey so this is 1 vs 8???? And Solomon says he’s giving them Asmo & Barbatos. Mammon brings up the fact that MC can just command them and Solomon says that’ll be against the rules. Barbatos asks if MC can use his or Asmo’s powers and Solomon says it’s fine as long as it’s a direct order from MC meaning they can’t use their powers themselves. MC brings up the fact that since they don’t have a pact with Barbatos they can’t use his powers and to make up for it Solomon gives MC Barbatos’ grimoire which will give the bearer full control over the demon who it belongs to even without a pact. MC has a flashback to the tomb under the HoL and the brothers’ grimoire, remembering that a command powered through a grimoire can overpower a command from a pact & that everything about a demon rides on their grimoire meaning they can never let it be stolen. Levi is absolutely stunned that Solomon has something so personal and precious and Barbatos reveals that he entrusted it to Solomon on his own free will and holy shit Barbatos & Solomon must be way closer than I realised… which even Levi says. Lucifer says if they steal MC’s tail and command them to hand over the grimoire they would be able to read it and Barbatos laughs and says that they’d find out everything about him and suddenly the whole game has become about reading Barbatos’ grimoire (even Asmo seems interested), which Solomon seems pleased about since it’s given all the brothers a more solid goal. Solomon starts the game.

The brothers all scatter to hide leaving MC, Asmo and Barbatos in the living room. Barbatos says the brother’s have probably left to find a place they can use to their advantage and that if they are able to figure out what that place would be for each brother they could make strategies to counteract them. Asmo swoons about how Barbatos is the whole package by being handsome and intelligent. Asmo says this makes him more interested in finding out more about Barbatos and he asks MC if he can take a teensy peek at the grimoire and they immediately shut him down. Barbatos thanks them for being a decent person (honestly the lowest bar to clear) and says because Solomon thought it was the best decision to give MC the grimoire he won’t object but also “we don’t really know each other at all so pls don’t use that it literally contains a record of my entire past” MC readily agrees because “the only conversations we’ve ever had is about tea we’re definitely not ready for any deep therapy sessions”. He’s grateful but emphasizes on it again and MC promises they won’t use it. Asmo complains about this, saying it’ll be impossible to beat the others while only using Asmo’s powers. Mammon hears that MC won’t be using the grimoire and reveals himself, Asmo says he was stupid for not finding a place where he’d have the advantage and MC says maybe this is that place for him, Asmo says that maybe cause this is where Lucifer always ties him up he thinks of this as his home turf. Mammon gets ready to fight Asmo & MC, Barbatos says “lol lemme take care of this and prove to you that I’m dangerous even without my powers”.

Barbatos manages to defeat Mammon and hang him from the ceiling using only hand to hand combat. Asmo tells Mammon if he can’t beat someone using only hand-to-hand combat MC might end up firing him, Mammon gets freaked out MC nods along and asks if they’re serious and they tell him not to worry cause they aren’t, he’s happy and calls MC the best, Asmo just sadly calls MC a simp. Asmo says that Barbatos has tied the ropes looser and that Lucifer ties them in a tight artful style. Whether MC pulls the tale off in one swift movement or gently it’ll tickle. He returns to normal and immediately starts yelling at MC to hurry up an give him an order and Asmo realises how scary Solomon’s curse really is. Asmo says even when Mammon is not cursed MC can get him to do pretty much anything by asking the right way cause Mammon’s whipped, so really they won’t be getting anything new or special. Barbatos provides a solution for this by telling them they can get him to admit something he usually wouldn’t. MC asks him; 1.) who his favourite brother is –  he says, “That’s easy! It’s Lucifer, of course. I’ve always loved him and I always will.” I like to think MC knew exactly what he was going to say and took out their phone to record it to later show Lucifer. 2.) If there’s a brother he’s keeping a secret from – He took clothes and shoes from Asmo’s cupboard and sold them. Asmo swears to kill Mammon once all this is over. 3.) If there’s anything he loves more than money – MC. He says there’s nothing and no one more important to him. He says he loves them and that he’d take them over money any day. Asmo who’s honestly MC and Mammon’s #1 shipper (remember the beach event, and the parfait devilgram and the chat where he got excited when MC smelt like Mammon) laughs and says “I knew it!”. For all 3 Mammon realises what he’s said and tries to take it back. They are later unable to find Lucifer – who would be the hardest to beat according to Barbatos - in the music room, Barbatos recalls Simeon telling him how Satan and Lucifer have started getting along and Asmo says he’s suddenly got a bad feeling.

they don’t find anyone in either Satan or Lucifer’s rooms, Asmo suggests MC using the grimoire to locate Lucifer, MC shuts it down and Barbatos thanks them and tells Asmo to drop it. Asmo asks MC why they have to be so serious despite him loving that part of them. Asmo asks MC if they know what Barbatos can do, how powerful he really is, they say he can see through time and Barbatos agrees with it but Asmo asks him to give MC a more detailed description of his powers since he anyway made them promise not to use his grimoire. He then says he has the power to create a portal to anywhere, including through time but creating portals through time has much more limitations than creating a normal portal to just a different place and that his control also becomes less stable. Asmo asks if that’s why Barbatos doesn’t let him go to the past or future no matter how much he begs. Barbatos says, “no that’s cause ik if I did you’d either fuck some powerful historical figure and mess up the entire timeline or you’d try to fuck yourself and the entire universe would implode”. Asmo calls him mean and Barbatos laughs but does say that since his control through time is not the best a person may end up skipping either backwards or forwards through time each time they pass through a doorway after they travel through his portal to the new time. He says that’s all he’s willing to tell MC. Asmo asks MC where they would go if they could go anywhere. If they say past Barbatos asks if there’s something they want to change or if there’s someone who’s past they want to spy on. If they say future Asmo says he’d love to go to the future to see how much more beautiful he’s become and to see how his and MC’s relationship has progressed. MC asks Barbatos where he’d like to go and he says nowhere, cause his place is by Diavolo’s side. MC asks him why he serves Diavolo and what he did before it – he says he’s not gonna answer cause he isn’t sure if it’s a good idea to trust MC the same way he trusts Solomon. Asmo giggles about how cold Barbatos is but says that’s one of the things he loves about him. Barbatos asks Asmo if he might know where Satan is and he says he has an idea.

They go to the home theatre where one of Satan’s favourite movies – about a deadly monster shark – is playing until suddenly everything goes dark. Someone wraps their arms around Asmo and he squeals telling MC they’re so naughty for wanting to do something here in the dark when Barbatos was with them, Satan tells him that he’s restraining Asmo not embracing him. The lights are off cause despite being brothers Asmo could charm them by looking into their eyes. Asmo complains but also loves the “roleplay” they’re doing and how Satan snuck up behind him and restrained him and now he needs a moment to get his boner down, Satan’s understandably very upset by this. Lucifer ends up sneaking behind MC and restraining them (despite it being dark Barbatos is able to see him coming and tries to warm MC), he’s impressed that they were able to recognise him but says they shouldn’t have left their back open. Barbatos asks why they left him free and Lucifer says he knows MC won’t use the grimoire, even if it’s their last option, cause it would upset Barbatos. Lucifer goes to remove MC’s tail but MC signals Barbatos with their eyes and he sees the remote next to him and grabs it & throws it to MC (so I guess this establishes that Barbatos can see in the dark). MC catches it and presses a quick combination of buttons that plays a movie about three cats going on a journey together. Satan obviously starts gushing about the cats and lets Asmo go, Lucifer calls him an idiot and MC commands Asmo. Satan initially doesn’t even notice Asmo cause of the cats which pisses him off but in the end the roleplay made him excited which made his charm more appealing. Lucifer had used every ounce of his willpower and just managed to escape but they take Satan’s tail.

In the twins’ room Asmo laughs about the face Satan made at whatever his order was and Barbatos says Satan making such a face could signify the end times and Asmo says it’s no joke if Barbatos is saying that. Belphie’s fast asleep in his bed and MC leaves him for later cause it wouldn’t be fair to take the tail now. Asmo wonders why Solomon made this MC’s exam when their final exam won’t give a shit if they’re good at tail thieves or not. MC says maybe he thought it’d be funny to see Barbatos disagrees with thar but Asmo says it’s natural to jump to their own conclusions when Solomon never answers questions and that Solomon hasn’t changed in that way since they first made their pact. MC asks for the story behind it Asmo says Solomon knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted from Asmo but could also dodge questions without making it obvious he was doing so. On the first night he’d met Solomon Asmo had been really depressed cause he’d spotted a cute human but the other people who were hanging around her had stated calling him “evil and wicked and other horrible things” and he couldn’t get close to her (so last yr someone told me the actual biblical story behind this and it’s FUCKED UP and I like to imagine that’s what actually happened in OM! too but Asmo is heavily censoring it for MC. Remember the pretty graphic description Asmo gave to MC about how he’d kill them in S1? Yeah I 100% believe he’s lying to MC about how things went down here). He’d been sitting in a tavern sulking when Solomon had started talking to him. He had listened to Asmo and had been so warm and caring Asmo had accidentally let it slip that he was Lucifer’s brother, they’d drunk the night away and when Asmo woke up the next day he had somehow made a pact with Solomon and HOLY SHIT this is so shady Solomon wtf. Barbatos says it probably wasn’t a coincidence he ran into Solomon and Solomon would have known who he was from the beginning (imagine how pissed off Lucifer must have been when Asmo came back with a pact). Asmo says Solomon and Barbatos meeting wasn’t a coincidence either and Barbatos agrees but says it happened long before Solomon and Asmo made a pact. Solomon had summoned Barbatos using a special incantation that he’d created himself and Asmo’s shocked that doing all that and summoning a demon as powerful as Barbatos hadn’t killed him. Barbatos said that Solomon had actually been on the verge of death when Barbatos arrived. MC asked why he’d risk it to summon Barbatos, Barbatos said that even back then there was something Solomon wanted even more than his own life and that the encounter made Barbatos curious and he wanted to learn more about Solomon and eventually this would lead to him forming a pact with Solomon (given how Barbatos is I’d imagine it took time for Solomon to form a pact with him because Barbatos would need to be able to trust him first). He says that though it’s hard to say what Solomon’s plans are he thinks highly of him enough to trust him with his grimoire. He says whether his decision is good or bad is up to them to judge but that their teacher is a genius unlike anyone else in the 3 worlds. Saying their break’s being long enough they head to the kitchen.

They find Beel eating and Asmo scolds him for using the ice cream maker without permission after Lucifer banned him cause last time he ate so much he got sick. Asmo uses this to blackmail Beel into giving up his tail. Removing it tickles a lot and as he’s handing it over Beel blushes and apologises for “the weird little shriek” he made at the end. Barbatos wonders why the fuck the seven of them are considered to be among the mot powerful demons in the Devildom when this is what they’re actually alike and Asmo says Barbatos should be disappointed in Beel and not the both of them. Asmo says that this whole exam seems pointless when this is what it’s like but when Beel starts begging for orders he tells MC to give one. They ask him what they would like for their final meal ever (the other two options are ‘let’s get romantic’ and for him to feed something to Barbatos) He says one of Simeon’s BLTs but then starts listing food from both the human world and Devildom before ending with apple pie….and isn’t apple pie the answer Beel’s VA gave for this same question? That’s really sweet that they added it.  Asmo says by the time he finished all that he’d have passed his death. Beel’s still begging for orders and they realise the curse is to follow the orders of the person who pulled the tail off and not MC. Asmo gets waaay to excited for this and Beel freaks out and uses puppy dog eyes to start pleading with MC for help, MC tells Asmo to cool it but Asmo says he’ll never get a chance like this again and Beel despairs. And that’s it. Beel’s doomed to his fate and we have no idea what happens.

[s-c-r-i-p-s-i]

Eternity

[Dead by Baelight’s Secret Santa 2020]

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“Darling mine…”

The acoustics of the mind are unlike any other. His words roll into Feng Min’s consciousness like a sweet, sultry fog. Blanketing all. Filling every crack and crevice.

“If you don’t stop moving I’m going to have to strap you down.”

🖤 🖤 🖤 Pairing: Herman Carter (Doctor) x Feng Min

Rating: Explicit

CW: smut

Word Count: 960

“Darling mine…”

The acoustics of the mind are unlike any other. His words roll into Feng Min’s consciousness like a sweet, sultry fog. Blanketing all. Filling every crack and crevice.

It had taken a while for her to get used to the way he spoke - or, more accurately, communicated. Now the second voice in her head was almost as welcome as her own. Maybe even more so.

You could say Herman Carter lives in Feng Min’s head rent-free.

“Yes?” She answers the way lovers do, breathily, her eyes fluttered closed in concentration on the feeling of him filling her up so nicely. Perfectly conjoined. He caressed every wall.

“If you don’t stop moving I’m going to have to strap you down.”

He must have felt her clench around him in anticipation of him making good on that saccharine threat, - or perhaps merely caught the needy note in the sound she just made - because his next words are:

“You won’t find it very fun, I assure you.”

She has no doubt he means it. Herman would strap her to a gurney and just leave her there without so much as batting an eye - and not just because the things were permanently forced open.

But because she’d let him.

And sure, he’d indulge her. Eventually. But he’d make her wait long enough that it really wasn’t fun anymore.

God, It wasn’t fair! She wanted to drive him absolutely feral. Make him lose control. What a power trip that would be.

Instead, here she was, sat on his cock, and he was reading a fucking book.

She doesn’t understand how he can be so blase about it all. But he’s always been like this. Tolerant, sometimes even cooperative, but for the most part? Zero fucking interest. Even when they were in the heat of it, he seemed much more fascinated with her reactions - the sounds and twitches he could pull out of her - than anything else.

Min moves to adjust herself a little - for her own comfort this time, and this is apparently allowed, seeing as he says nothing, just quietly flips the page. But it gives her an idea.

“It’s uncomfortable,” She whines.

It’s not. She feels so, so full, but it’s not bad. Not painful. He would have never abided her grabby little hands coaxing him hard and allowed her to sink down on him if he thought she couldn’t take it. He is, in some ways, actually concerned about her comfort.

But he also takes no shit.

And the only thing that was uncomfortable was her arousal and how painfully not enough this was.

“You’re welcome to leave whenever you want,” he reminds her, and she feels a spike of irritation shoot through her as he has the audacity to cooly turn the page again without so much as a passing glance. “No one made you get up there, rabbit.”

Quite possibly Min’s least favorite of all his pet names for her. Sure, it was cute... until he explained it.

‘A bouncy, sex-obsessed nuisance animal.’ She remembered a thoughtful, almost impish pause. ‘Also, you stomp when you cum. It’s fitting,’ he said.

‘Fuck you’, she said.

Then he called her a paragon of eloquence and she stormed off somewhere.

So she’s not good at expressing herself. Big deal.

Even now, she’s vibrating with mounting anger, ready to reach up and snatch his collar and give him a piece of her damn mind.

The only thing stopping her is the fact that she has dick-brain at the moment and she hadn’t settled on what exact words she was about to lay down - but you could bet it was going to be colorful and choice. Whenever she figured it out.

As her anger starts to rise, so does she - a tic Herman has seen enough times to recognize.

He calls it ‘a lizard-brained threat response’ and apparently finds her ‘puffing herself up to look bigger’ incomparably hilarious.

She calls it ‘You’re a gigantic asshat, stop psychoanalyzing me.’

Min doesn’t even realize she’s doing it until she hears the odd split-tone note of both his telepathic giggles echoing off the caverns of her skull and the real, audible little huff of amusement from the back of his throat at the same time.

His hand comes to cradle the small of her back, and slowly, Herman eases her back down and towards him in something of an embrace, fingers gently stroking her back as he pins her to him.

Min has a hunch he only did it so he could read over her head, but much to her dismay, the constant pressure has the soothing effect of a weighted blanket, and she can feel the steam slowly leaving her.

Relaxing if only briefly, Min leaned into his warm chest and let her gaze idly roam around the study. Books upon books upon books.

“You need to learn how to slow down,” He tells her. “One can enjoy being immersed in a field of flowers without snorting all the roses like crack cocaine. Savoring is an important coping skill.”

He’s very good at dancing around her... problems. Gentle allusions. Open-ended questions. Exasperating impartiality. He is, at his very core, a therapist.

And she hates it.

All she wants to do is bounce on his dick. Why does everything have to be a teachable moment?

It’s quiet for a moment, the only sound in the study some boring documentary he had on the television, and eventually, the rasp of paper as he flipped another page.

There’s nothing physically stopping her from moving. Just the knowledge that, if she does, he’ll pluck her right off of him for 'distracting' him and 'not being good.'

“Quit your pouting,” He tells her. “We have eternity.”

Eternity.

What a scam. 🖤  🖤 🖤

Thank you for reading!!!

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Author’s Notes:

Okay, okay, okay - so this TECHNICALLY isn't a secret Santa present but I still wanted to feel like I ~participated~ and more importantly, give my darling @pugglers​ a little something for Christmas.

This is just a teeny tiny window into one of the dynamics I could see DocFeng potentially taking on, and I'll admit it ended up a lot more... wholesome (and a lot less smutty) than I was expecting.

This is also way more, idk, floaty and freeform and spur of the moment than I'm used to doing for a published work, so I'm a LITTLE insecure about it on multiple levels but here we fuckin goooooo!

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Read Into Me Chapter 3: The Scarlet Letter

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Word Count: 4,420

Warnings: Bad grades, swearing, anxiety, bullying

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Steve arrived first to Mr. Lawrence’s homeroom, his paper shoved to the back of his notebook. He was happy to have the distraction of Vicki and Tina jabbering at him. He didn’t want to think about his paper. English wasn’t his best subject, but he could hide it from his peers when it was just the teacher and him going back and forth on essays, him writing and them marking. Now, somebody was going to know that he wasn’t good at this. Nancy knew, of course, and while she didn’t say it she always seemed a bit judgemental over his lack of essay writing skill. She was good at everything; it made him feel like he was in good hands when they were together, like they both had something to offer. Apart, it made him feel stupid and secondary, like he was awful at everything. Truth be told, he didn’t exactly know what he had even offered to that relationship, looking back he couldn’t understand why he thought he was worth anything in a relationship at all.

When he sat down, the desk next to him was empty. Steve wasn’t usually early to class, so he was a bit relieved to not see you there. Maybe he could avoid the eminent roasting of his work.

You got to school late. You were absolutely drenched from head to toe. You had walked to school that day, and a sudden rainstorm hit you halfway through, soaking you before you could make it to the building. To make it worse, you’d decided to wear white for the first time in forever. You rushed to your locker in the hopes to change and luckily you’d left a stained sweatshirt there from the previous semester. You’d pushed your wet hair up and away from your face and rubbed away the bits of black eyeliner that had flaked down you cheeks. You looked like shit and you knew it. It was turning into a less than successful morning. You hadn’t even had a chance to look in your locker mirror once you’d changed. You were already late enough for class and didn’t need the write up. You rushed to your English class.

Everyone turned their attention to the doorway when you opened it. You hurried to your desk, keeping your head down and ignoring as Vicki and Tina laughed. You heard Tina say “She looks like a drowned rat.” But you chose to pretend that you didn’t. You were freezing; Hawkins High turned off the heating system mid-March and left the school to stew in whatever weather the state was dealing with to save the county a few bucks a month.

Steve slid his paper onto your desk, keeping his eye on the front of the room as Mr. Lawrence took up attendance. He’d written on the board in chalk ‘how to peer edit’ in thick block letters. You weren’t exactly enthused by the topic, but you were glad to have the dull class to doodle instead of actually listening. You flipped the paper in front of you, looking over Steve’s chicken scratch without really taking in any of the information. You slid it into your trapper keeper, passing Steve your own typed copy of the assignment. You’d made sure to keep the original at home, edited just in case Steve didn’t give you any edits. You left in some mistakes so he could get a grade, but you didn’t want to have to rely solely on him.

You flipped open your sketchpad slowly, keeping your eye on Tracy Lords curly mess of hair piled high on the top of her head like Medusa’s snakes trapped in a golden laurel, or in this case a braided headband. You pulled your graphite pencil from the pink pencil bag you’d sewn in freshman year home-ec. You started with the shape, trying to capture the exact strangeness pile, making little tight curls in the centre of the oval and spiralling in all directions. You felt a pair of eyes on your neck and you turned to see Steve staring over your shoulder. You pulled yourself and the pad inward, trying not to blush. You didn’t like people looking at your art; you hardly showed your work to anyone, even Samantha. All of your drawings sat in their pads, which piled up as the years went by, untouched and forgotten. If Samantha wasn’t allowed to see the pictures of her, Steve Harrington was certainly not allowed a peak.

“Alright, today if you and your partner are ready to begin, we’ll start editing our papers. If you aren’t ready, that’s fine but today is the only day that we’re doing in class editing so I would spend today trying to finish up so you can at least pass your papers on.” Mr. Lawrence explained. You sighed, closing your pad and pulling Steve’s essay from your trapper keeper.

“Now, we want to look for not only spelling and grammar problems, but also sentences that don’t make sense and confusing details within the essay. It’s not about how many big words you can use, it’s if you can accurately and dynamically give your reader information.” Mr. Lawrence explained. He took to the board, writing key points for his marking, specifically to edit in pen and give a letter grade for the paper.

Tina’s hand shot up “You want us to grade the paper? Isn’t that your job?” she asked, smacking her gum violently. Vicki snickered into her palm, reddish brown hair away from her face.

Mr. Lawrence shook his head “No no, I’m not taking your grade on the papers into consideration for my grade, instead I want us to give each other grades to mark the progress of an essay, to give your partner an idea of what the paper might be worth. It’ll be up to them as to whether or not they are comfortable with the grade or if they want to improve.”

You didn’t like that. Who the hell wanted their classmate grading their paper? This was a recipe for disaster. You uncapped your red pen with your teeth, chewing on the lid nervously. You looked over the page. You had made up your mind that you’d be nice. You’d want Steve to be nice to you. It was the least you could do.

But it only took a few lines to understand that this was not a good paper. Spelling and grammar mistakes galore, run on, confusing sentences, no clear subject. It wasn’t even a good story, hell it wasn’t even an essay it came off more like a point form list. As you added more and more red ink to the black, white, and blue it started as. The paper started to become a Jackson Pollack more than a lame essay for an English class, it almost felt beautiful instead of shitty to destroy his essay. It was as though you were turning into art.

Out of curiosity, you looked over at your paper to see how it was fairing. Steve was, as expected, chatting up Vicki from across the aisle, and he’d made two corrections on your page, both small mistakes you’d left in. You rolled your eyes, a pit of annoyance making itself known in the centre of your stomach, as bitter as the cyanide in a peach pit. You made your last two corrects before scrawling a large ‘D’ at the top of the page and initialling next to it.  

You flipped the paper over and pulled back out your sketchpad and brought it close to your chest, pulling your knee up to your chest and adding more curls to the back of Tracy Lords’ head, then focusing in on the braided headband until the bell rang. You flipped your pad closed and slid Steve’s essay back to him, quickly putting your stuff away.

“You mind if I take this home and give it to you tomorrow?” Steve asked, waving your essay in front of your face, nearly giving you a paper cut on the bridge of your nose.

You pushed the paper away, squinting up at him. “Yeah, whatever…” you replied, turning away from. You didn’t feel bad for giving him a bad grade now. He was still a dick head. “Don’t forget your paper.” You added, quickly making your way into the halls. You didn’t usually have the confidence to be snarky with anyone you didn’t trust, but something told you that you could handle Steve Harrington. Maybe it was just how awful his essay was, you felt like you could talk your way out of a fight.

Samantha grabbed your arm as you left the room, the pair of you thankful to have the same lunch period every other day. You hurried into the cafeteria. You knew well enough that she was on the prowl, eyes scanning the room for a certain figure.

“I think the band’s practising today, dude.” You said, taking an extra tray for Samantha and getting her serving of lumpy mashed potatoes and chicken surprise slopped on the plate. Samantha was looking for Robin Buckley, a junior on her soccer team who had drawn her attention as of late, and had been trying to get closer to her as of late, inviting her to join them for lunch every time she saw her and leaving you to third wheel.

“Yeah, probably.” She replied, taking the tray you held out for her and paid for her meal. “So, how’d talking sweet, sexy assignments with King Harrington?” Samantha crooned, batting her eyelashes up at you.

You rolled your eyes “Well, for one, we don’t talk period, and for another it’s fucking awful.” Taking your places at the table closest to the emergency exit, you settled into your routine of trying to choke down the awful cafeteria food. You grabbed your trays and had them filled with whatever horrific concoction the lunch ladies had come up with that day. You carried your grey and brown mushy mess to your table, a small four seater near the edge of the room, out of view from the popular assholes who liked the throw food.

“Oh? Is that what makes it awful? Not getting to enjoy the charming conversations he has to offer?” Samantha was trying hard not to laugh. Watching you squirm was hilarious.

“More like because I have to read his writing…” you replied. You jabbed your fork into what was supposed to be pot roast, but seemed to be ninety percent instant gravy and ten percent meat from an undetermined animal.

“Since when are you such a snob?” Samantha’s mouth was full of mashed potatoes, but the words rang clear.

“Since I spent my morning reading absolute dog shit about a vacation to Miami beach. It was pathetic! I mean, and I’m no critic, but if you’re going to write me an essay on your vacation, can you at least make it interesting?” you ranted. The more you talked about how awful it was the angrier you got about it. You spent so long on art and creating, you spent your time working hard and for someone to slide through life made your blood boil.

Steve didn’t usually spend his free time searching through the cafeteria for people, people usually found him. Tommy and Carol had already motioned him over, their new friend Billy already gone somewhere else, and Vicki and Tina had called for him to join them, but Steve had to handle something first. He didn’t really know what he was looking for, he wasn’t certain he’d find it in there, but there wasn’t any shame in searching. He would ask someone for directions, but it seemed that nobody knew or cared where you were at any time.

You gave him a ‘D’. A god damned ‘D’! He was flummoxed, he thought his essay was shit, he wouldn’t pretend that he didn’t, but he had expected you to be a bit kinder. That was like the unexpected rule of everyone in the class, to grade on the curve. But you went in hard. All he wanted was some answers.

He saw first a flash of pencil stained hands in the air, then the shine of your hair under the florescent lights. You were talking with your hands, making Samantha Cameron laugh hard. He’d never seen you that animated, it made him smile for reasons he didn’t quite understand.

He chuckled, coming up behind you in the hopes that your ease would stick around if he didn’t announce his presence. “You really gave me a D on my paper? What did I do to deserve that?” he asked.

Apparently, you really couldn’t smile when he was around. Both you and Samantha’s smiles dropped, your punky friend dropping her gaze as you were forced to turn around. “Oh…um…well I mean it…maybe I need to look it over again, I was probably being too harsh…” you stuttered, unable to keep yourself from burning up.  You prayed that he hadn’t heard what you were saying. That would’ve been awful.

“Hey, it’s cool, the paper’s no good, it’s no big deal.” That was a lie of sorts, when Steve saw the big red ‘D’, his heart dropped. And he really didn’t believe that you were as innocent as you seemed. You seemed guilty over something.

“Well…I’m sorry anyway. I didn’t mean to bother you…” you apologized. You hoped he’d go away; you’d never been more uncomfortable around a person than Steve Harrington. You didn’t know why, but something about him made gave you more butterflies than other people did, he scared you for reasons you couldn’t quite understand.

“You didn’t bother me, don’t worry.” Steve chuckled awkwardly. You wouldn’t look him in the eye, it was throwing him off. “So, listen, I don’t want to fail this class,” he huffed out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck “Could you maybe help me rewrite this thing?”

You looked to Samantha, unsure if you could even speak words anymore, but she was smirking into her pot roast. Absolutely no help at all. You tried to smile “Um…sure, I can’t promise I’ll be much help though…” your voice was hoarse and unsure of itself. You hated that you’d said yes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse. What if he got mad? Or yelled at you? You couldn’t handle being ridiculed or yelled at, you’d die.

Steve chuckled “Any help I can get is good enough. I can meet you in the library after school, okay?” he said, turning his gaze to Tommy’s hollering from across the cafeteria. He waved him over with both hands, like a sailor on a sinking ship, trying to beckon Steve back to where he belonged. Steve nodded, holding up his index finger, he only needed one minute.

“Sure, yeah that’ll work.” You said, fiddling with a thread hanging from the edge of your grey sweatshirt. You’d painted a little pink flower on the inside of the sleeve. When Steve saw it, he couldn’t help but smile at it; it looked so sweet and earnest.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.” He left after that, heading over to Tommy, who was frustrated beyond belief. He took his seat easily, stealing the pudding cup off of Carol’s tray wordlessly.

“What did that freak want?” Tommy asked loudly, his eyes blown wide. Carol was painting her nails, not even bothering to look up from her work. Tommy made no attempts to hide his dislike of you. He’d expected his best friend since the second grade to feel the same.

“She’s nice, we’re doing an assignment together.” Steve replied with a shrug, pulling the plastic covering off the cup, sticking the plastic spoon into the vanilla pudding.

Across the room, Samantha grabbed onto your hands with a giddy grin. “Look at my little girl! She’s got plans, with a boy!” she squealed, swinging your arms back and forth over the table.

“Jesus, can you please stop acting so straight? You’re gonna scare Robin off.” You yanked your hands away, watching with a grin as she turned her attention back to looking around the room excitedly. You let your eyes find Steve in the cafeteria, the buzz of fear filling your ears. You couldn’t believe that you agreed to meet him anywhere. You wanted to disappear.

You couldn’t focus on anything for the rest of the day. Your mind had gone into a feral sort of panic mode, pumping fear through your veins and turning your palms cold. When the final bell rang, it took all your strength and courage to not run all the way home. You knew that if you didn’t show, the problem wouldn’t go away. You’d just have to deal with the results of ditching the next day, and if not done now, then you’d have to deal with it another day. You clutched your books tight to your chest, sitting on the bench outside the library, trying to keep the butterflies from bursting out of your mouth. Your hands kept coming to your hair, trying to fix it or keep it away from your ears, maybe just to comfort yourself. It had dried weird and you worried that it looked ridiculous.

You saw his shoes come up to yours before you saw his face, royal blue Adidas with white and red details and dirty laces. You noted your own dirty white Converse, marked with mud and lyrics to songs that Samantha wrote on the toes. “Hey, you ready to do this?” Steve asked. You looked up and nodded, swallowing hard.

You wouldn’t make eye contact with him again. It was really starting to freak him out. He didn’t know what he did wrong, but it seemed like you really didn’t like him. Still, you’d agreed to help him and he wouldn’t take that for granted. He’d read your essay twice and it was good. He didn’t know much about good writing, but he knew that Mr. Lawrence would like it, that it would get a good grade. And he wanted decent grades too, so he could get into college and get his dad off his back.

The Hawkins High library was fairly quiet after school, most students headed back home or to after school clubs.  Only a few stragglers remained, mostly using electric typewriters and returning books to poor Mrs. Mueller, who always kept the library open till four, waiting for her husband, the head of custodial staff, to finish his work. She smiled at you when you walked in. Mrs. Mueller was a nice woman who let you sit in the library during lunch and always checked in on you when you seemed alone. She was your favourite teacher, despite never having a class taught by her.

Steve chose a table in the dead centre of the room, dropping his blue bag on the wooden chair next to him and pulling out his papers. You carefully followed suite, folding your hands in your lap, unsure what to do with them. Steve smiled at you, sliding the essay towards you “So, what am I doing wrong?” he asked.

You narrowed your eyes, unsure where to begin. You picked up the paper, and then open your notebook, writing down everything the story seemed to be about. Steve watched you, utterly confused.  Once you had every down, you set down your pen. “Okay,” you didn’t look up from your paper, sliding the essay to the middle of the table. “Tell me what your paper is about.”

“What? You read it, you should know.” Steve laughed awkwardly.

“Humour me.” You replied, looking up slowly to meet his eye. Steve’s smiled dropped, looking at you for a second. You broke eye contact first, but he wished he had been able to hold it for a moment longer.

“Okay, well,” he took a deep breath “I wrote about my family’s trip to our cottage on Miami Beach, and I talked about what I did. Nothing much.”

“Okay, because what you actually wrote isn’t really about that. What you told me is that you went to Miami Beach, your parents own a dirty beach house that was your grandparent’s house and that they’re both dead, that your grandfather fought in World War Two and that the medals were framed in the house, that you met a girl on the beach but she didn’t like you, and that the flight was long.” You explained. You still couldn’t believe that he’d fit all of that into a page of work.

“So?” Steve asked. That was all true of his last trip. Mind you, that was way back in middle school and the details were hazy.

“So, that’s a lot of information that I don’t care about. You can cut all of the stuff about your grandparents, which takes up like half of it. And when you cut that, all I know is that the beach house is in Miami Beach and you met a girl and the flight was long. That’s not bad, but I’d like to know a bit more about it.” You said, taking back the essay from the middle of the page and crossed out every line about his grandparents.

“What do I say instead then?” Steve asked, watching as you crossed out half his page, trying not to sound defeated. You were basically saying that he had to start all over again.

“Well, tell me about the beach? Pretend like I’ve never been. What’s there to do, what’d you like about it?” you shrugged. You found yourself feeling a tad bit calmer; the butterflies had calmed their intense flapping and had let you breathe.

Steve sighed “I don’t know, I’m just bullshitting.”

“What’d you mean?” you asked.

“I mean, I didn’t go on there, I haven’t been to our beach house since I was a kid.” Steve looked away. He was embarrassed to have been caught in a lie, even more knowing that now he’d have to rewrite his whole paper.

“Oh…what’d you actually do on your break?” you hadn’t expected him to be lying about anything, a snow bird spring break trip sounded about right for his family, they were always bragging about their money.

Steve chuckled “Oh no, nothing worth writing an essay on.” You looked up at him again. He seemed a bit sad. You pulled another sheet of paper from your trapper keeper, setting it overtop the last one.

“Tell me about it.” You smiled at him despite yourself. He was bit easier to talk to than you’d imagined.

Steve swallowed, nodding despite himself. “Well, I mean my parents went to the beach house and I tried to throw a party, you probably heard about how that went.” He rubbed at the back of his neck.

“No…” you shook your head. Steve wasn’t expecting that. Everyone had heard about the failed party, he’d gotten shit about it for weeks.

“Well, I couldn’t get any supplies, so I cancelled and hung out with Tommy and Carol instead. We got drunk in my backyard and Carol fell in the pool. She was so pissed. Then, I pretty much just hung about town, helped my buddy Dustin beat Dragon’s Lair at the arcade.” Steve didn’t really like admitting how lame his life was, he purposefully left out how Tommy and Carol only hung out with him when he went to pick up some weed from his older brother and they wanted a hit off it. Admitting that his life wasn’t that great made him feel small and like it was out of his control, which was not exactly a good feeling.

“Okay, tell me about the little party you had with Tommy and Carol. What was the night like? Was it fun? Did you jump in the pool too or did you watch her fall and laugh?” You had written down the few details in a bubble tree and added more details as he explained his time more thoroughly. You managed to get a bit more information on both events, learning more about his friend Dustin and the game they played.

When he was finished, you slid the page over to him. He took it, eyebrow raised in confusion, but you spoke before he could ask any questions. “This is your blue print. I wrote down everything you told me; now just turn it into an essay. The whole trick about these assignments is that you’re telling a story, and to make it interesting you have to give us details, and not about your grandparents or other things that don’t add to the story at hand, about what actually was happening.” You explained, checking the plastic watch on your wrist. It was almost four and Mrs. Mueller had already passed your table twice, her silent warning to leave. Everyone else who had been there had long left and you became very aware of how alone you were with him. The butterflies started their flapping again, churning tides in your stomach.

Steve smiled “Okay, I promise it’ll be interesting though.” He chuckled.

You shrugged “I promise that it’s more interesting than what you had before.” You shoved your papers into your bag, standing quickly “If you want me to look at it again before you hand it in, just bring it to me in class, alright? The library’s closing so I should go.”

“You want a ride home?” you spun around to look at him, crossing your arms over your paint splattered sweatshirt. The rain storm of the morning was long forgotten and you didn’t know what the weather looked like now. A part of you wanted to take the ride, but a much bigger part of you told you to run away.

You shook your head “No, um my friend Samantha said she’d drive me after her soccer practise, she’s probably waiting for me.” You lied straight through your teeth, adjusting your backpack straps on your shoulders.

“Oh…sure, yeah, I’ll see you around.” Steve stood slowly, tucking in his chair. You waved politely and headed out. The rain had stopped, thank god, and you rushed to your locker, grabbing your wet clothes from your locker before making your way outside. The field was muddy, practise was probably cancelled. You took the long way home that afternoon, cutting through the woods and the muddy park to avoid being spotted by Harrington on the way and getting caught in a lie.

The afternoon had gone well. And that scared the shit out of you.

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LONG POST- idk how to put the keep reading from my phone sorry

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marcus flint for NBA @marcflintofficial 

Are you ready for thrilling Raptors vs Bucks Eastern Conference Final game 5? Tune in on YouTube 2nite aftergame for play by play analysis + predictions. Watch for live tweets. #NBA #Basketball  

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montyyyyy @grahamcracker

yo @casswarr five dollas on raps making history. wood has been straight sniping this year. bucks have no chance with that offense. #rapsin5

12:48 PM        5 likes 3 retweets

cassius ;) @casswarr

@grahamcracker ur fuckin insane if u think its gonna be easy for the raps. diggory's been an absolute wall this szn. he'll block potter's nasty dunks easy

1:05 PM          4 likes 1 retweets

oliver wood #0 @oliverw00dofficial

Game 5. Tonight. Air Canada Arena. #WeTheNorth

4:00 PM         1,904 likes 837 retweets

marcus flint for NBA @marcflintofficial

5 into 1st quarter, Wood from the Raps with the filthy cross on Malfoy, ballhandling like a dream. #NBA #NBAGame5 #Basketball

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pants park (marky flints cuzzy) @panzyparkkk

@marcflintofficial im sure handling his balls is your dream ;))

8:50 PM        523 likes 277 retweets

marcus flint for NBA (@marcflintofficial) blocked pants park (marky flints cuzzy) (@panzyparkkk)

marcus flint for NBA @marcflintofficial

Potter steals from Diggory, lobs it to Weasley, throws it up to Wood for a dunk on Bole. The Raptors chemistry is off the charts this game. #NBA #NBAGame5 #Basketball

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mclaggen the frat god @nolaggingmclaggen

yo why the fuck is flint being so nice about the raps rn. i don't want wood favouritism, i miss asshole flint. talk shit about bole's shitty defense, please. 

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oliver wood #0 (@oliverw00dofficial) liked a tweet by mclaggen the frat god (@nolaggingmclaggen)

oliver wood #0 @oliverw00dofficial

Eastern Conference dubs, absolutely ecstatic. See you against the Warriors for NBA finals. #WeTheNorth

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HARRY POTTER #3 @harrypottter

to the finalsssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!! #WeTheNorth

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"A tremendous game for the Raptors, starting right off the bat. Bulgarian transfer Viktor Krum started it right from the tipoff, an offense immediately set into play by captain Oliver Wood. The Bucks weren't ready for them to come at them so hard so quickly, which was [redacted] stupid of them, it's the [redacted] Eastern Conference Finals. Diggory did steal from rookie Finnegan, who was lucky to have Wood track back as fast as he did for the defense. Further into the first quarter, Wood executed one of the dirtiest [redacted] crossovers I've ever seen in my two years of working in the NBA. Poor Urquhart didn't stand a chance. He's probably wallowing in the memes being made of him now, bless his heart--no, he deserves it. Urquhart, get it together, set your [redacted] feet."

"The second quarter had the Bucks catch up, with Roger Davies shooting 3 for 4 from the three point line, two assists from Bucks rookie Zach Smith, one from Draco Malfoy. The fourth one bounced off the rim into Wood's hands- his offensive rebounding stats have been crazy--

"The third quarter had Weasley on the boards, dribbling out to the corner and lobbing it to Potter on the fast break, and what a [redacted] fast break it was! If you blinked you would have missed it, which apparently Bole did, blink that is. Potter tosses it up to Wood for a nasty dunk on Bole. Humiliating. I'd never show my face to the world again, if that happened to me."

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Renowned basketball analyser and former NBA player Marcus Flint's cousin, Pansy Parkinson with a shocking tweet during yesterday's game 5. #marcusflint

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This certainly is a strange development. Through injuries, scandals and incidents, Marcus Flint has had quite a life. Learn more in my article on tmz.com/articles/ritaskeeter #marcusflint

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Excerpt of Marcus Flint Through the Years, by Rita Skeeter for TMZ

Marcus Caradoc Flint, Chicago born and raised and was eventually the first draft pick, going to nowhere else but the Chicago Red Bull's, and evidently changing the team dynamic forever, and for the better. Flint played rough, fouling out of a game dozens of times and racking up the most fines in the league, but it was worth it. He was still skillful, dazzling audiences with his awe striking shots and dunks. He won rookie of the year, finals MVP, and had 2 championship rings, one from his time on the Bulls, the other from his time with the Cleveland Cavaliers. 

Flint was known to be a little violent on the court, some of the more notable players he got in fights with being Roger Davies, Remus Lupin and Oliver Wood, who we'll be discussing later this article. 

Suddenly, injury struck, and Flint could never play basketball again, a freak accident on the court where he was pushed midair, lost his balance and tore his ACL. He was immediately offered a spot on the NBA reporting crew, where he popularised the channel with his calculated analyses and his filthy mouth. The channel ratings shot up, and the rest was history. 

Flint was never out of the spotlight for long. Two years ago, he was seen walking out of the Peninsula New York with Charlie Weasley, New York Knicks, one morning, the two of them awfully close and sharing an embrace before parting ways. This led to speculation about their relationship status and Flint's sexuality. Not long after that, he was photographed leaving The Monster, a gay bar in New York, again, with an unidentified male. 

Recently, Marcus Flint's cousin, Pansy Parkinson,  a well known tattoo artist in Los Angeles replied to Flint's tweets.

Attached: Screenshot of Pansy Parkinson's reply to Marcus Flint,"im sure handling his balls are your dream ;)))*

Is this an indicator of something between Flint and Wood? Our reporters have reached out to all three parties involved for comment.

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mclaggen the frat god @nolaggingmclaggen

broooo that's why flint was sucking woods dick so hard during live tweet. i don't care if the man likes it up the ass i want some CORRECT analysis #marcusflint

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cassius ;) @casswarr

wood and the raps have a presser today maybe he'll say smth about the sitch #marcusflint

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#WeTheNorthh @torontoraptorsnumber1fan

*Attached: Clip from the Raptors Press Conference. A journalist from Sports Illustrated asks as question directed towards Oliver Wood, captain. "What are your thoughts on the online blowup regarding your status with Marcus Flint?" Oliver has a faint smile. Harry Potter is sniggering behind his hand on the other end of the table. Oliver goes to the mike. "I didn't realise there was a blowup. We gotta prepare for our next game now. See you all then." The entire team gets out and exits. The journalists clamour for their attention, with more questions.*

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gin n tonic @ginnywheezy

y'all saw that cheeky smirk no?? @harrypottter laughing in the corner no??? my big bro @ronwheezy turning bright red NO???? 

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marcus flint for NBA (@marcflintofficial), oliver wood #0 (@oliverw00dofficial), HARRY POTTER #3 (@harrypottter), Draco Malfoy (@dracoma1foy), angie johnson (@angelinaj), forge weasley (@georgewheezy), gred weasley (@fredwheezy) liked gin n tonic (@ginnywheezy)'s tweet

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*Blurry picture of two male figures, seemingly joined by the hand. One of them is brunette, the other black haired. Both tall. One is dressed in a grey tracksuit and clunky basketball shoes, the other in a pressed white shirt and black pants, tie looseness. They are smiling - the photo is too blurry to specify exactly who it is.

marcusflintbae this is obviously marcus flint and oliver wood, that's the tea. im so jealous of wood ugh. 

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Private Chat between Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint

oliver wood: marcus ur an idiot

marcus flint: how is this my fault

oliver wood: u were too nice to me on highlight analysis

oliver wood: and u forgot to tell parkinson that we're not public yet 

marcus flint: well u should be happy u wanted to go public like six months ago

oliver wood: nOT LIKE THIS

oliver wood: let's announce it on twitter we've let them suffer long enough 

marcus flint: don't use the photo that im wearing the purple tie in

marcus flint: it's ugly 

oliver wood: you are in no position to be making demands

oliver wood: im not going to use a photo, i love you, I'll call you later

marcus flint: love u too babe

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marcus flint for NBA @marcflintofficial

I'm dating Oliver Wood. I'm not biased to the raptors at all, don't tell him but I actually bet on the Warriors. #NBAFinals

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oliver wood #0 @oliverw00dofficial

Marcus Flint and I have BEEN dating. Keep up. He fr didn't bet on us. If you stop watching him I'll request a trade. Joking. Not really. #NBAFinals

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[touchmycoat]

Hey i absolutely adore your blog and your writing is *chefs kiss* 💕💖💕 i wanted to know what your fave ships are and if you have any notps? I wanna write something and im rather new in the fandom and it would be cool to talk it out with someone i guess? But i dont wanna spook u with any pairings you dont like?

oooh hello and welcome~!! Thank you for the kindly words, and fuck yeah, hit me up anytime. 😁😁😁 If you’ve read my fics you know my favs heheh: Anybody/Marco basically, but obviously I lovelovelove MAS with all my heart. I don’t think I really have notps except like, underage shit. I def do have my preferences though!! that’s… more a process of continuous discovery, but let’s just say the rule of thumb is, if the ship contains any of the following themes i’m very easily sold: sacrifice, fealty, worship, duality/mirroring/shadowing, power play, potentials for rituals….

And I’m 100% into most poly ships :O The more…. the better….

But okay let me try to be a little more helpful and give you specifics lmfao. Under the cut ‘cause shit got long.

All my favs! Luffy is playful chill asexual to me, and he’s so ready to like anyone y’know? Zoro… i’m down to ship him with anyone but it’s gotta come with a compelling case for why he’s fixating on them and not his swords (hence why ZoLu is peak priority there, but not something i thirst for). Nami can and will bang, i lovelovelove flirty Nami, Nami going soft for a dorky-but-strong-willed woman.

For the popular ships there—I was never into LawLu, but I’m not averse? This is 100% my ignorance speaking but I just don’t know what more of a story you can get out of them besides Luffy-is-bright-and-Law-deals-with-that. I can be in the mood for that, but not often. After WCI i got a whole lot of real estate in my heart for Sanji/Luffy i gotta admit. Haven’t headed down that rabbit hole but i’m ready to. ZoSan has its moments, but I do not believe in the “wow they yell at each other all the time they must actually be in love” take at all; if i’m gonna read ZoSan it better be seriously dealing with their vitriol, all the things they genuinely cannot stand about each other, and then still offer up good reasons they’d wanna be together lol. Or just, y’know, reframe that vitriol convincingly. I just don’t wanna read about how people who yell at each other all day are doing it out of love.

I… could genuinely be very into SaNami. I think they have very interesting gender dynamics! Nami out there being swindling swashbuckling no good thief and ocean science PhD and fucking cartographer, Sanji being in the kitchen. Nami cares for people by providing them cash and gold, Sanji cares for people by providing them food. I… have very mixed opinions on Sanji (as many do), but the idea of him with Nami? Him snapping out of that fanciful grand romantic schtick and getting serious with one person? And the idea of Nami being soft for her crew, and Sanji being the one out of the Monster Trio who needs the most protecting?

…I just think it’s neat. Anyways.

Ace!!!!! Who don’t I ship him with. I had a whole Ace/Nami moment skjdfksd but just casual fuck buddies and mainline NamiVivi (which is aces, pun intended). Chromi’s showed me the way, and I have Novel A unread still sitting on my desk but Ace/Deuce is fantastic. SanAce? I’m here for it. Smoker/Ace is a bit of a relic but hell, it’s great. Anything poetic i’m almost always already into.

Sabo!! Motherfucker. Again, who don’t I ship him with. People started me on that SaboLaw train a little bit ago, and they’d be the bitchiest duo to write. SaboKoala is fucking amazing, I love them as trauma buddies dealing with Very Stressful Lives together. Lucky brought up SaboKoalaAce and that really hits my whole heart with a baseball bat in the best way. Also SaboDeuce???????? Fucking hell, that’s a Whole Clusterfuck, but a brilliant one.

…I really do mean it when I say I’ll ship Marco with anyone. Anyone. Some people… wish I wouldn’t…

….Okay except Dadbeard. That’s father, I can’t really go in for that.

Ummmmm that’s pretty much all I got for now! Seriously hit me up with more specifics, just to chat~~~ 💖💖i’m… a mess, but i’m a friendly one :D

[quirkycoterie]

❤ : What are some role-plays that you have done/are doing that you particularly enjoy and wish to share with your followers?

Kai…. you has done me wrong. I have been lost for hours in old RP. Every time I think of one I want to share with y’all, I end up reading more and more only to find that the pieces are longer than I remember and then think maybe I shouldn’t chunk those massive bits into an answer. So… I think I’m going to go with some summary tidbits from the things.

In a past life, Aliiza was much closer to death from her shipwreck, and while wearing a bigger scar on the outside, she had decided maybe she needed friends. Mind you, she was still great at pushing people away and screwing things up…. but she also learned to be chatty and playful and sometimes vulnerable, especially with the man who somehow became her husband. She got gussied up in fancy dresses and high heels, was often a team player, let people help her with a phobia of water, and lived in a beautiful room, surrounded by keepsakes she gathered. She had a lot of really great interactions and while I sometimes miss how far she’d gone, I also love getting to play her now and seeing how she’s developing without those same influences.

I am a sucker for her and Alex. Totally. Completely. Every time I go back to the start of their relationship, I giggle. Sometimes I get a bit teary. He avoided saying “I love you” in that order but still had to use the word love itself in like 3 different ways for her to get what he was saying because if he didn’t say it the way he was scared to… he obviously couldn’t mean it that way. Both so certain they were unlovable. Him, disappointed because she didn’t seem to want to say it back. Her, confused because she didn’t think he was saying it. They are idiots and I love laughing with @cadrenebula behind the scenes over our precious, awkward, stupid, accidental OTP.  I also love watching her call him on his bullshit when it’s clear to her. I enjoy when she makes him share and grow by refusing to be afraid of the things he thinks are so terrible about himself.

OMG this got long… other character bits below the cut.

These two… Aqua was a “better” person in her past life. Qatun was a one shot I was bored and wanted to wear my pretty lingerie in front of people and her name was Ocelot. lol It’s fun getting to really break them out of their former roles and explore their potential. I love getting into telling fortunes (both fake and real) on Aqua and will be forever grateful to @eviloblivion for helping me find inspiration for her. I don’t manage to play Qatun often, but I very much enjoy seeing how she treats each character she meets, from being friendly out of boredom and playful sadism, to downright manipulative or mean.

Cashmere has always been one of my favorite characters to play. She’s fun and sometimes unpredictable and I can work her into almost any situation so she’s flexible in more ways than one. ^_~ In her past life, I absolutely loved her dynamic with the other 3 characters she regularly interacted with. They were mages who awakened to their powers via pretty much… dying. In fact, suspecting she was a mage who hadn’t awakened yet, they tried several things to “help”… including attempting to hit her over the head with a baseball bat. They however, hated vampires for being undead and thereby outside the life cycle. So she spent half her time teasing them about how they weren’t any different than the vampires. When she did finally come into her powers during a fight with a minotaur (that existence surprised her more than vampires), she was more powerful than any one of them. That got super fun. She’s got snark that… I don’t even know where it comes from. It’s not mine.

Like Sana, these characters are originals, no past lives. (Chrysalis is a recycled name but she’s not a reincarnation.)  My favorite RPies from all of them have come in building them with my RP partners. 

Tsume would be only half the character he is without his brother @wkiba-ffxiv, even if Kai does let me write more of their history. I love the brainstorming and the bits and pieces we throw at each other as we RP. It feels wonderfully natural.

Chrys, well, she’d be lost without @zollo-ffxiv and @cadrenebula. She’s only got it together due to the support of her bestie (again, Kai spoils me with our creations) and her cousin, Keaira (my girl Dest also gives me so much of her time and energy, across more than just these characters even). We’ll see how much shine we can dim on all of them together I’m sure…. LOL

I was ready to toss Kuri away. She was boring and plain and while I loved her look, I wasn’t sure what to do with the original concept I had when I made her trying to be nice to someone else that it turned out I didn’t want around. Then @of-the-growing-horde took my ranting and crying about it, and catapulted one of their new creations us…. and suddenly, I had a starting line for real depth and interest. Now… I get to challenge myself by writing someone who constantly tries to see the best in everyone, including her very, very messed up bestie. She turns the other cheek. Gives the benefit of the doubt. Slaps an understanding smile on… and tells herself and you that it’s going to be just fine… and damn some days that is hard to play, but I looooooove every piece of RP I write with her.

Really… if I didn’t mention you here and we RP, I love that shit too! I don’t write outside of RP creations. I may write solo pieces at times, but I don’t sit and do novels or stories otherwise. My RP partners really make this worthwhile for me and you all rock. You’re my favorite part of RP and I want to read yours, too!

[bandsanitizer]

FIC RANT TIME BECAUSE GUESS WHO DEDCIED TO READ 20K+ WORDS INSTEAD OF SLEEPING OR WRITING OR STUDYING??? me ;)

Hey so I read a fanfic and I couldn’t fit everything I needed to say in an ask, so here’s the fic reaction post that tends to occur after I read the most amazing of fics.

As per usually, this is NOT A SPOILER FREE POST.

(In two ways ahahahahah Because Stephanie Brown is mentioned and I can’t be excited over and review a fic without including spoilers)

Now back to the actual point...

“EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING” by @grxysxns IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING IN THE WORLD

IT IS FIVE CHAPTERS, 21376 WORDS, OF PURE GOLD AND ANGST AND DICK GRAYSON (who I love so so so much)

Okay but seriously? It was beautiful from beginning to end and slowly this will be a more coherent post as I calm down, but as of starting this I kind of just finished reading the entire thing at 2:30AM.

Can I just say Birdflash is my favorite and I absolutely love Dick Grayson? Especially stories that really portray the “oldest sibling” side of him in a way that isn’t perfect.

This story does that.

first off, the concept of the AU is a fantastic one and it’s... It’s really interesting? Because Bruce Wayne/Batman is an extreme person who is prepared for everything and anything. There’s a reason he has his contingency plans and knows the weaknesses of the people he’s meant to trust, the people he works and fights alongside. This AU really kicks it up a notch but in such a Bruce way? Like only Bruce Wayne would be like “I LOVE YOU KIDS so you’re not allowed to tell anyone who you are”

I mean, that’s a really simplistic view of it, but the idea of keeping your loved ones safe through not the best of plans, is such a Bruce Wayne move that this AU hardly feels absurd or something so... out of the box. It’s also really creative though and I think it’s a fantastic idea. I will cherish this AU for the rest of life i s2g.

REMINDER: SPOILER ALERT!!!! (go read the fic and come back)

Now onto the Batfam.

@grxysxns Your writing of the characters were amazing??????? I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERIZATION OF DICK GRAYSON AND I WILL SCREAM IT FROM THE ROOF TOPS!!!!!! The way you write Tim is superb. I also do like how you wrote the rest of the batfam (even though there wasn’t everyone necessarily, the idea of family was there). Sure, like other fanfic writers, there was some glossing over of the tensions between Jason and the rest of them and maybe some of the other members BUT IN THE CONTEXT OF THE STORY IT WORKS SO WELL AND I CANT REALLY COMPLAIN

Dick takes on so much and he does this thing where he acts strong for the people he loves and the people he wants to protect. The way you wrote that was stunning. I love the balance of you showcasing how much Dick was doing and how much Dick was screwing up. I like the contrast between the things superhero working out with things falling apart with Wally and then sort of a switch later on. I love when writers capture the good and the bad that comes with Dick Grayson trying to take the world on his shoulders for the sake of his family (specifically his younger siblings). I also love how vulnerable and just broken he seemed, which I know sounds bad, but I love me some Angst™️ yknow? This story has a perfect balance of that and happy endings that are too happy, but just right. A nice ending that feels like a happy batfam yknow?

To be honest, I could go on forever about your characterization of Dick Grayson. !!!!!!! Your showcasing of his infamous anger was not missed and I love it! You included his flaws but showed him being great too and that’s !!!!! The best

As for Tim, holy shit, I love the way your wrote Tim, especially his transition out of Robin. Like, it’s not from Tim’s point of view but I LOVE COMMUNICATION AND DICK SITTING DOWN TO HELP TIM WITH THE MESS OF TIM NO LONGER BEING ROBIN AND DICK REALLY MAKING SURE TIM KNOWS THAT DICK ISNT REPLACING HIM AND THAT TIM IS SO SO SPECIAL AND SO SO LOVED!!!! Also their brotherly interactions about Kon were just ... so beautiful *cries*

Damian was great too??? I like the balance of “from the league of assassins” and “still a kid” that was there. I appreciate that moment where Damian’s just so unsure and Dick’s like “over my dead body” because I just love dick!bats and dami!robin?????? I mean Dick!Bats alone isn’t a favorite of mine, but Dick and Damian have this dynamic that I really like and I think you captured their relationship quite amazingly. (I’m sorry I lack a large vocabulary so my adjectives might repeat)

Then with Cass and the signing... It’s not huge but I love it so much.

Also the hints of Babs and Steph, I love them, but the way you wrote their lack of presence was powerful, too, because I think the distance portrayed really fits how they’d handle everything and despite anything to the contrary, I feel like Dick really does understand his siblings enough to know which ones need the daily check ups and which ones need the prolonged space, until they’re ready. (Tim and Cass vs Steph and Jason) And both are good and fine and did I mention I LOVE YOU AND THE WAY YOU WROTE THE BATFAM????

Plus the whole Dick watching everyone move on while he’s busy living the life of his dead father, was a really intriguing contrast that I found unique and interesting. I like the depth of Dick’s distain for being Batman extending beyond the fact that it’s the opposite of everything he tried as Nightwing. It’s also tying to something he knows he needs to move on from and I just love how you wrote it.

And Jason? My god the ending part was great. I liked the interaction and I like the way Jason shooting those guys was handled, because to some degree, I do believe that between Dick and Bruce there are difference in their beliefs in the whole “don’t kill” code. I think it’s be in character, especially for a stressed and tired and hurt, Dick Grayson to overlook it a bit for the sake of family and just cos it’s not the most pressing issue. Idk Bruce might, but Dick Grayson screams family and I love his interaction with Jason

And now to the bIRDFLASH!!!!!!!! Let me tell you, this will FOREVER be my favorite Birdflash fanfic. Okay so like there’s always a chance you’ll write something more amazing, but this is, by far, one of the greatest fanfics I have ever read. It’s beautifully constructed, well planned, has great emotions, and a nice balance of “IMMA MAKE YOU CRY” and “HERE LAUGH YOUR ASS OFF”

Okay anyways, Birdflash.

WALLY WEST, MY BABY, BEING SO KIND AND SOFT AND UNDERSTANDING (generally speaking) WAS BEAUTIFUL!

CONSENT! IS! IMPORTANT! and even if Dick wasn’t necessarily deterred by those kinds of things and more for the sake of keeping up the lie, I really appreciate how much Wally listened and just had basic! human! decency! It was beautiful and soft and just ... so breathtaking

I love soft birdflash yknow?

AND THEN THE ANGST! The whole Dick “learning” Wally’s the Flash and the guilt from Dick and the later misunderstandings and the eventual truth telling... It was excellently crafted in my opinion. It’s a cliché to have the whole superhero and “oh no are they cheating?!” but you wrote it so amazingly and then Wally calling Dick the next day with understanding and apology was refreshing and really sweet.

WALLY REASSURING DICK HE LOVES HIM AND YET ASKING FOR SPACE IS ALSO THE BEST!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HOW YOU WROTE THIS SCENE SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH BECAUSE ITS SO SWEET BUT SO REAL AND GENUINE! It’s realistic to have Wally express love and care but also need space, while Dick gets why Wally needs space but kind of wishes Wally could stay. It’s a lovely balance and I’m so in love with your writing.

Finally, the ending. Which basically is great because I love Robins (and any batkid really) not taking Bruce’s shit. Like him telling Clark and Diana I understand, but then forcing Dick and the rest of them to stick to the gag-order... Not his best move. Yet, like the kids, you can understand part of where he came from... And I like that. I also love how you wrote the scene like...

Bruce: WTF?

Kon: 0.0

Wally: 0.0

Tim: uh...

Dick: *comes running in, but like more hobbling* hI YES I DID IT NOW FIGHT ME BROOSE

Damian: *running in after* You cannot be fighting, Grayson!

So a little off, but main idea: Big Brother Dick Grayson, Protective Damian, Cute TimKon, and Wally “What’s happening?” West.

Overall, what I am trying to say is that this story was a phenomenal read and by far one of my favorites across all fandoms and ships. It stands out as one of the best that I’ve read, in terms of characterization of Dick Grayson and his relationships with the other batfam members. The writing of Dick and Wally’s relationship was stunning and this is definitely one of those fanfics I’ll always find myself coming back to read.

You’re an amazing author and I hope to read more of your writing! This piece had me in awe from start to end and I just... Just Thank you? For writing something so amazing and interesting and balanced.

Seriously, “Every Fiber of My Being” is wonderful, so well written, and a really special type of AU that leaves you with a little sense of “What do you mean this isn’t canon?”

“Every Fiber of My Being” by @grxysxns is a fantastic Birdflash/Batfam AU, that really hits all your Dick Grayson feels with a loving handful of soft and caring Birdflash. GO AND READ IT!!! AND THEN EXPRESS YOUR LOVE TO THE AUTHOR!!!

Also this is intended both as a reaction, a love letter to the author, and a rec for people who haven’t read it, and I apologize for how confusing this might’ve been. But wow, there were hardly enough words to explain the way I feel about this particular fanfic.

[minaminokyoko]

A ‘Justice League’ Rant

Foreword

Alright, DC fans. Before you light your torches and grab your Aquaman pitchforks and set off a rousing chorus of "Kill the Beast" when you read my review/rant, I am going to attempt to set the mood and explain myself. Some of you won't care. Some of you won't even read the whole thing before you jump onto your keyboards and proclaim that I'm just a stupid girl who doesn't understand comic books and comic book movies and that the Justice League movie is great and it's better than all the Marvel movies.

Let me stop you right there. 

This ain't about the Marvel movies.

This is about DC and Warner Bros and filmmaking in general.

I don't have it out for DC/WB. I don't have it out for the DCEU. This anger and disappointment is not a result of the 20+ Marvel Cinematic Universe's successful run. This anger and disappointment comes from deep inside a little girl who at the tender age of six or seven first realized what kind of person she wanted to be when she saw Batman: Mask of the Phantasm for the first time. One of my earliest memories was seeing the pain and torment that Bruce Wayne went through after he fell in love with Andrea and he wanted so desperately for it to be okay that he loved her and that he didn't want to keep his promise anymore. I have loved DC since I was old enough to love anything. I love Batman so much that I have his symbol tattooed on my right shoulder. Dead serious. He is my guiding light and he has been since I was six years old.

So, once more, I want you to understand that the reason I hate the Justice League movie is not because I dislike DC.

The reason I hate the Justice League movie is that the Justice League movie hates me.

This movie is hollow. It is a hollow farce. It took six of the most beloved characters in fictional history and stripped them of all the reasons why they have been beacons of entertainment since their inception and plastered them on a cheap ass green screen and shoved it out into the world to make a quick buck. There was no passion, no heart, and no creativity in this film. It doesn't have an original thought in its damn head. Not one. Everything I saw was something I've seen before elsewhere, and it was done better elsewhere. If you don't believe me, fine. Let's go point-by-point. I will fully explain every reason why I almost demanded my money back after sitting through this poisonous flick.

-The plot is so unbelievably thin you couldn't stretch it farther than a couple of inches. Forgetting the fact that Batman vs. Superman was one of the worst films ever, picking up where it left off somehow just made it hurt even worse since we had to acknowledge the fact that it exists and then have to build another plot from the resulting shitstorm. So we begin with Crazy Steve (Note: I refuse to call him Batman or Bruce Wayne, because BatAffleck is neither. He in no way represents any Batman other than Linkara's epithet Crazy Steve from his reviews.) catching a  burglar (with a literal sack of stolen shit on his back, like he's a fucking crook from the 1950's or something) and then a parademon appears and he kills it. So...first of all, was Crazy Steve there for the crook and the parademon just happened to be there? Or was Crazy Steve there for the parademon and he just used the crook? That makes absolutely no sense. Those two things didn't need to be there together. It's a plot contrivance of the highest order.  It was also unnecessary as fuck. You could have just had Crazy Steve on patrol and he saw the demon, caught it, and then it died. After seeing this, the jump from 'hey, a weird alien’ to 'ZOMG WE GOTTA GET THE BAND BACK TOGETHER' is liable to give you fucking whiplash. Crazy Steve immediately jumps to "putting a team together" when he has such little evidence of the calamity, and it's even more absurd since Crazy Steve has NO experience working with a team. At most, Jason Todd existed at some point, but that's it. He doesn't know anything about metahumans aside from maybe what Amanda Waller mentioned to him at the end of the equally abysmal Suicide Squad. Further more, he just starts trying to collect these people without explaining why they should just arbitrarily trust a man they just fucking met who dresses up like a giant fucking bat. I mean, would you? Really? Especially knowing that he tried to kill Superman on incredibly flimsy reasoning? How do you know he won't immediately turn on you if you turn your head and cough and seem like a threat to him? Crazy Steve had no way of knowing aside from Diana that any of these people were stable enough to form a team and try to fight an unknown enemy. It was so rushed. He just whisks them away and doesn't blink at revealing his secret identity to four perfect fucking strangers (though Diana arguably doesn't count; she's much more level-headed and hasn't shown a propensity for losing it at the slightest provocation.)

-There is no team dynamic. At all. It's just a room full of superpowered people. The closest thing to a relationship is between Crazy Steve and Wondy, and even then, they maybe have three whole fucking conversations, and none of them are beyond superficial. It's like the movie was afraid of making an actual development, so it just kept throwing inane quips around in the hopes of distracting you from the fact that there are no characters. The whole reason the Justice League itself as a concept excites me is because you have this room full of colorful personalities with different backgrounds who come together for the common good and want to help mankind and protect the innocent. We don't know barely anyone's motivations because this movie is running off the fumes of a bad sequel. We know Wonder Woman's motivations for the most part, but having the JLA movie before her sequels still leaves a large piece of the mythos missing because we don't know how she adjusted to modern life. We don't know if she lost faith in humanity again or where she stands because we were still in the 1940's when we last saw her. Cyborg's backstory is mentioned, but his motivations are also non-existent. We get the whole "I'm a monster" thing but they immediately move on from any possible origin or explanation of what he's going through and what he wants to do since he's got these abilities but could be seen as a freak to normal people. The Flash also got a driveby explanation, but again, without prior films or history, we basically have to guess what motivates him. I know Barry Allen because I'm a comic book fan, but your average person may not. It's completely unfair to them that you just jump from place to place without explaining how Barry got his speed, why his father's in jail, and why he just jumped at the chance to fight crime despite the fact that he doesn't know how to fucking fight apparently. It's so discourteous to the character to slap him in there and not tell us why. Why does he want to help anyone if he's scared? Why isn't he insanely rich by now from the various ways he could use his speed? And then, fuck me, Aquaman is the worst of the bunch. They make no attempts to explain anything about his background. Who is the red-haired lady? I know it's Mera because again, I am a comic book fan, but the chances that your average moviegoer knows are astronomical, and so they get to sit there completely confused about who she is and what she can do and what she means to Arthur. We don't know why Arthur was just chilling out around that one village and why he gave a single shit about humanity or how he got his powers or just...anything! Anything at all! Other than he's really mouthy and has a nice chest. Look, I might be able to overlook the depressing lack of explanation, but none of these characters bond with each other or have any reasons to care about one another. There are no human aspects to them because the only one so far who has been fully explored as a character aside from Wonder Woman is Crazy Steve. Crazy Steve got some development in BvS, but certainly not enough for you to emotionally connect with him because he was a revenge hungry psychopath in the previous film. The entire fucking point of the League is to see these interesting people butt heads, but then laugh and get along with each other and get ready to protect their home from threats. Here, they're just doing what Crazy Steve tells them to do because...reasons.

-Superman's resurrection. Holy fucking shit. I just spent the last twenty minutes ranting about this to one of my friends. Where do I even start with how goddamn stupid this shit is? It comes out of fucking nowhere. After this hastily slapped together team fights Steppenwolf one time, Crazy Steve in true Crazy Steve fashion decides that we should disgrace the dead and bring Superman back. Crazy Steve has no fucking idea how the Motherbox works. None. He has done no research, he has no knowledge of Kryptonian technology, nor is he at all aware of Darkseid and the New Gods' technology. But he's like, "Nah, bruh, we all suck and we need Superman." As an aside, I am really angry at how this movie is sucking that Kryptonian cock too. How dare you. How dare you imply that these badass heroes who were doing just fine on their own in the comics and animated shows need Superman like he's their fucking babysitter. Maybe if you had established the team dynamic and established the characters, they'd be able to fight better. Crazy Steve took one fucking look at the team that had been together a grand total of like four fucking hours and decided they were all gonna die without Superman's help. It's not only reckless and poorly thought out, it's honestly insulting. It's insulting that Crazy Steve would drag Kal El from heaven (because, for real, it's entirely possible he was in literal paradise and you sorry motherfuckers took him away from his parents and his loved ones of Krypton for your selfish asses) just on the assumption that the team wasn't strong enough. My God. I am just floored by this development in the movie. It pisses me off that the movie just shrugs and acts like it was for the best to spit in the face of God and drag Kal back to earth. Maybe you shouldn't have killed him in the first fucking place, you shitlords. And it's more frustrating to me since in the comics, after DC panicked and wrote in the "regenerative coma" that they didn't just use that instead. I'd be less angry if they introduced the idea that he was never dead to begin with, but in the death-like coma. It's a cop out, but it's better than literally Frankensteining Superman from heaven to fight your fucking battle for you.

-The dialogue is painful. So painful. It is so tacked on. I went to the theater tonight at 3:50pm and I'd say there was maybe 20-25 people in there and they laughed twice. You heard me. Twice. That was an almost two hour movie, and the audience only laughed twice. Hell, I only laughed once, and it was at the end credits scene where Superman jokes that The Flash is off the team if he loses. That was the only genuine line that I heard out of this movie. It's so apparent that the studio was trying to course correct the film away from the drab, hopeless "vision" of Zack Snyder. It doesn't work. The humor misses by a mile because it's just so awkward. These versions of the heroes take themselves way too seriously, or the quips are directed at the wrong characters. Aquaman is introduced pretty much as a dumb dudebro with a devil-may-care attitude. His snarky dialogue is fine, but when you try to have Crazy Steve the focus of a joke, it falls flat since he's a killer and an asshole and the levity doesn't feel right. There's a little tingle on the back of your neck from how awkward it is when someone makes a joke and then there's this awkward silence afterward because the movie assumes you need a minute to laugh. No, movie. No. If you want a joke to land, you need either timing or context. Pointing out the fact that Crazy Steve wears a batsuit isn't inherently funny. You need context. The "I'm rich" line is a better example of a joke that should have landed, but didn't because it was in the trailer. That has context. That is humor. Just having The Flash say things out loud that he sees isn't funny. Having him be awkward around Crazy Steve isn't funny because the two of them don't know each other and Crazy Steve is mostly straight-faced and so the lines slide off of him like dung. Diana is a better example, as she gives off a very warm presence. For example, Cyborg remarking that Diana needed to keep the merman off him almost landed because the two of them have at least held a conversation and so it feels natural that he might finally make a joke around her. It also landed better because Diana is definitely the only one who appears to have a heart. Everything else is just a vain attempt to lighten the mood, but it just clashes with the deadly serious tone everything else is shot with.

-Not explaining the mythology. Jesus Christ. I'm one of those people who believes that you cannot make a film and just sneer at your audience and go, "Oh, just read the comics if you want to know what's going on!" No. You are not allowed to do that. Film is not an add on. In a film, you are charged with telling a comprehensive story with characters who develop and change over the course of their adventure. That is storytelling 101, and this movie utterly fails. It does just like Suicide Squad where it just starts throwing names at you and not telling you who anyone is with the assumption that "only comic book nerds are watching this anyway" or "well, there are only children watching and they don't care to know who everyone is, they just want to see things get smashed." Wrong. You are wrong. We don't know Steppenwolf, we don't know Darkseid, we don't Apocalypse, we don't know Lanterns, we don't know Atlantis, we don't know jackshit as an audience! And yet they just jam all these names down your throat and expect you to be able to pay attention when you have about ninety thousand questions in your head during the course of the fucking movie. Films should find common ground with the audience. Some mystery is good. Throwing in small cameos or references can feel like a nice garnish to the mythology, but this movie just glosses over everything and thinks it's fine. None of this stuff has been established aside from Krypton and Kryptonian technology. You're doing everyone a disservice by refusing to lay the foundation for the villain and the premise of the plot.

-The effects are mostly atrocious. Out of everything I've cited here, this makes the least amount of sense to me. This is WB, for God's sake. Time Warner. You have all the money in the fucking world and this is the best you can do? I mean, the Dark Knight trilogy alone should have you funded for every superhero movie for the next ten years, and yet we get Henry Cavill's Uncanny Valley mouth as a result of the childish fucking dispute over his mustache, we get CGI that looks like it's from the goddamn Spawn movie at times, and then every single thing is shot from an obvious green/blue room that it feels like the fucking Phantom Menace all over again. I never felt like anything they were doing was real. I mean, to me, it felt like the only set in the whole fucking movie was the Batcave. They are so obviously on a soundstage the entire time and none of the backgrounds blend, and they don't even bother with smaller things like having the wind blow or the colors change or the shadows move to trick your brain into accepting the CGI. Oh, and why Digi-Bat? I'm flabbergasted as to why 80% of Crazy Steve's scenes are digital. He's the non-powered team member. Why wasn't it just a stunt guy? Was Ben Affleck really that fat and lazy that he didn't want to do any fight scenes? It was like watching a freaking PlayStation 1 game whenever he fought someone. My guess is that this project got rushed after shooting and reshoots and so instead of going over the effects with a fine toothed comb and adding layers onto them so that the scenes felt real, they just gave up and only touched them up. Now, I'm not talking about things like Cyborg where it was a front and center integrated effect. Even though I still hate his design (to me, he looks like a Black Ken doll head on a Terminator body), I believed he was there and moving around. Aside from him, though? Nah, bruh. I didn't believe anyone was doing anything.

-The fight scenes were worthless. Again, I'm confused as to how this was even logistically possible. Let's recap: we've got a guy who can run faster than the speed of sound,  a dude who can swim on top of Great White Sharks and punch craters into the ocean floor, a kid who has rocket boots and an arm cannon, a woman who can deflect bullets and shoot sonic blasts with her bracelets, a guy who can shoot lasers, fly, use ice breath, run faster than a speeding bullet, and is stronger than anything ever, and lastly a man who knows every martial arts style known to man on top of having a belt with endless nifty gadgets on it. Put that all together. You should be shitting amazing fight scenes, and yet everything last one of them was bland and forgettable. The true lack of passion in the film is what is on display with these boring fight scenes. It's so repetitive. Aquaman throws his pitchfork. Wondy swings her sword or hits her bracelets together. Batman swings. Flash runs and pushes. Superman punches. That's it. Are you fucking kidding me? I can name about a thousand different cool scenarios that we could have seen with these unique powers, and yet we saw the same moves with no creativity to them. Want an example? I personally thought the Wonder Woman movie was just okay, but I at least commend them for using her agility and her invulnerability properly to create excellent visuals for how powerful and capable she is. She smashes. She grabs and throws and uses combat techniques that a warrior race would know. It is very clear when she fights that someone gave a shit and wanted to make you feel like you were a part of the action and to give you something stunning to look at. Granted, I wasn't stunned because I've seen better, but if Wonder Woman had come out in the 90's before I had seen better, then it would have blown my socks off. The JLA movie's fight scenes are tired as hell and like the movie itself, it feels like they are just checking shit off a list. It's an afterthought. There's so little effort involved, and it matches the overall tired tone I was getting out of it all. I want to believe in these heroes. I want to be dazzled by them. I want to be inspired by them. I want the feeling I used to get when I watched the Nolan trilogy--where I knew Bruce Wayne as a character and as a person and I knew his limitations and his passion and his drive, but I also know how and when he was gonna kick some ass and that I was going to be able to enjoy the different creative ways I got to watch him kick some ass. Justice League does not have any of that vigor or wonder or splendor to its fight scenes. They are as thoughtless and calculated as the rest of the movie felt. You want examples? Pop in the first few episodes of the Justice League animated series. I implore you to sit down and watch the way that the team came together, even though we had the history of Batman and Superman previously. Then I want you to move forward to Justice League Unlimited. Watch those. Watch how they use their powers and personalities to not only provide fun, colorful, exciting fight sequences, but how the chemistry between the team members enhances the urgency of the fight and the overall enjoyment of the fight. That's what this movie is missing.

I can write another five pages' worth of criticism, but when I boil everything down to a single point it is this--the Justice League movie is a rushed, soulless attempt to cash in by manipulating the fans into accepting the massive lowering of their standards in our post-Dark Knight Trilogy years of DC/WB.

And I am begging the fans who have done this, accepted this movie and put on blinders to its problems simply because you love DC and you want to say that they made a good movie, please stop it.

I'm not saying you're wrong for enjoying it. If you did, good for you. But what I want you to do is stop letting them play you in this fashion. Because that's what they're doing. They know your heart. They know you have characters that you love that you want to see on the silver screen because they are important to you for whatever reason, and so you are purposely ignoring massive flaws so that you can enjoy what they are sloppily slapping into your eyeballs. I'm saying that you deserve the effort. You are worth the effort of making a movie worthy of these heroes we all love so much. I just want you to know that. You deserve a movie where everyone has a storyline and is developed. You deserve a storyline where the plot makes sense and the team has chemistry and a reason to be a team in the first place. Don't lower your standards so that this movie glides above them. Hold it to the right standards and demand that they do better next time. Don't give them a passing grade. You do have other options. You have the animated films, you have the television shows, you have comic books by the bucketload, and you can make a difference and demand that the filmmakers do these characters justice (cue rimshot) by telling them that this movie is a disappointment and refraining from going to see it again or from buying the DVD. Money talks. Hollywood will laugh off reviews, but that box office shock gets them every time. After all, even though the jokes were last second and tacked on, the fact that we all hated BvS made them change something to try to course correct. You did that. You made a difference. And you can do it again. You can help force them to give you the movie you deserve. You should want that. You should want that for yourself and I want that for you as well.

So if you gotta fight me, fight me. Fine. I'll rebutt you to the ends of the earth if you feel the need to go that far. I'm not trying to trash a thing you love. I love it too and I want them to put some fucking effort into these films and make them as amazing as they should be.

Until that time...I guess come at me, bro.

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You Knew Exactly What You Were Doing

A/N: Hi, Hi, and Hi my dears! 

Okay so i got a prompt for this in my ask box today and I had a whole Alexander x Reader half done and then I realised that it had no gumption what. So. Ever. So, batting a few ideas around this is the best thing i would come up with in the painkiller and coffee induced state that this illness has left me in! 

Please don't hate me for this, no one should treat another person like this but the anon was pretty clear they wanted to watch Lin crumble and whelp, I am nothing except extra! 

Enjoy this as always requests and prompts are open we’re going to be updating the prompt list as we go so theres always an opportunity for something new and exciting! Be safe our there guys, i love ya - A.Ham 

Summary: *whispers* I really don't want to give to much away because the ending is like shock horror omg. @isis278 @ruth-hamilton-delrio

Words: 1,700 (give or take) 

Warnings: kind of NSFW ish, I didn’t go full on here but there is reference however I don’t think i swore in this so hey! upsides. 

Prompt:  ✨✨ "You'll fall for anything." "Want to bet?" "I've never been more proud." Alexander or Lin x Reader Reader breaks Alex/Lin's heart and does so with much pleasure and satisfaction. - Anon 

You knew exactly what you were doing that first day.

As you walked in, hood shielding your hair from the ongoing storm outside you passed him on the stairs knocking your phone to the ground almost sending yourself tumbling with it. "oh shit, I'm sorry" Lin exclaimed as he fumbled around to hand your phone back to you. "call it opening night jitters" he continued letting his dark eyes find yours. "hey, no worries Miranda I wasn't paying attention" you laughed staring back at him.

"well, I guess I better get ready" his eyes dropped from yours.

"yeah, see you out there" you nervously mumbled taking the stairs two at a time to get to your dressing room in time for makeup. What you also didn't see that day was the way the rest of the cast noted your exchange with him. As Daveed and Anthony looked on the nervous hands and babbled responses, it was blatant to see you had him hooked from day one.

You knew exactly what you were doing, and so did everyone else.

You had played Peggy and Maria for months, meaning that you were completely comfortable with the fact that you had to switch personalities at the drop of a hat. You had just finished making the corners of your red lipstick sharp when a swift knock on the door echoed around the small room. You grunted a 'mhmmm' at the door before it opened to reveal a smug looking Daveed cocking a hip in your doorway. "you know he's smitten with you right" he said wandering over to you already adorned in purple. You span round in your seat to face him "who are we talking about again?" "Lin, have you not picked up on this yet?" he stared you down. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about Thomas" you scoffed turning back around to face the mirror yet his gaze found yours again through the mirror. "You're playing him [y/n], I know when you're scheming, you've got that look" your lip tugged against your bottom lip as you contemplated what Daveed was trying to tell you. There was no way the Lin could be falling for you, surely not. "whatever game you're playing, stay safe Maria, rumors only grow" he added in a low tone before leaving you with your own thoughts before places.

You knew exactly what you were doing on stage.

Your hands round their way into the mass of dark locks as they did every night, tonight was different. Tonight Lin didn't push you away when he was supposed to. His notes faltered when your hands ran down his body. You eyed him in a concerned way until you saw the lust in his eyes and played into the fact that he was complete infatuated by you. As you sat on his lap and guided his hand to your chest he got there before you could guide. As you walked off stage you left a disheveled Hamilton desperately holding on to every last touch you gave him. You lifted your eyes in search of the night sky and threw up thanks to the real Maria for engaging in your plan.  As you strode into the wings to join the rest of the cast you earned a knowing gaze from everyone, but you simply played off like you had no idea what they were getting at, skipping into your rest place.

You knew exactly what you were doing that night.

You knew it was wrong and you didn't care. The moment that your back hit his apartment door and over confident fingers found their way under your blouse you didn't care.  Inpatient moans falling from lips as you let him play out every fantasy he had about y your graze being diverted to the ceiling as his fingers pulled at hairs of the nape of your neck to gain more leverage to your throat.

You knew exactly what you were doing that morning.

After you woke up and surveyed the scene in front of you. The sunlight beaming through his apartment, you threw on his shirt from the previous night letting your eyes wander across the mass of knocked furniture and torn off clothing you didn't realise the dark gaze Lin had been holding on you. "it is impossible not to fall for you in that lighting" he stated his voice no louder than a whisper through messy hair and sun-kissed skin. You instinctively bit down on your bottom lip only to receive a low grunt of frustration from the equally bruised lips of the genius. "you'll fall for anything Miranda, you're a gluten for love" you whispered back before sliding out of his eye line to make coffee. The satisfaction overwhelmed you when you heard his back hit the pillows with an annoyed grunt from leaving his bed all too soon.

You knew exactly what you were doing and so did Daveed.

"You're going to break his heart [y/n]" Daveed added as you both wandered around Central Park on a lazy Tuesday afternoon. "I am not he knows that this is a game, god even you can see that" you spat back taking another sip of your well-needed coffee. "wanna bet?" he said holding out $100 note in front of your face. You let your mouth form an 'o' shape as you tried to grasp at the money but to no avail. You turned around and stopped the tall man in his tracks. "You're going all the way up to a Benjamin to prove me wrong" you cocked your head to one side studying him. "I bet you $100 that you've got him wrapped around your finger and he begs you to stay" Daveed commented stuffing the note back into his pocket. You let out a low chuckle before the game was set and match. "You're on Diggs.

You knew that this was going to be the most satisfying thing you had ever done.

"its okay they're going to love you. It will be fun!" you said shoving stage door open letting Jack trail behind you sluggishly. Walking through the corridors of backstage you took his hand in yours before you found the green room finally locating everyone. "Family, this is Jack" there was a chorus of hellos from the whole cast some of whom even getting up to greet him with hugs and handshakes all around. Lin, however, stayed in his seat eyeing you up and down, trying to get a read on what the current situation was. You loved watching him squirm, practically seeing every single cog turn around in his brain whilst he tried to figure out who this man was. It was now or never, you have surveyed everyone's reaction before dropped your eyes to meet Lin's dark ones. "My boyfriend" you added softly not breaking the intent stare that you held with the now angry man on the other side of the room.

You had no idea how this was going to play out.

"I've never been more proud [y/n], well done," Jack said leaving lingering kisses on both of your cheeks. "thank you, I'll see you soon" you added before watching him walk away and through the heavy stage doors. The show had gone easier than you excepted it too, better than you expected and you let out a content sigh knowing that another day, another show was done. A hand grabbed hold of your forearm and something that sounded like 'we need to talk, now' came from the lips of Lin still dressed as the man himself as he guided you back to his dressing room. You cleared your throat standing in the confined space in front of him. "what are you playing [y/n] because I can't play on the same level as you" a low grunt being released as he ran his hands through his hair.

"I don't know wha-"

"cut the shit, did those nights mean nothing to you? Did you not feel the same way? god, am I not enough for you is that it" his voiced raised threatening to break as he rocked backward and forwards on his heels practically fizzing from all the thoughts running through his head. "I'm a method actor Lin, you knew this when you hired me. Remember. You hired me, you said I had to get into the head of my character" you mocked cocking a hip though it could barely be seen in the mass amounts of petticoats you were wearing. His faced dropped into something more sincere, he looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn't help but let it fuel everything you had been doing for the past months. "I'm begging you please, you're killing me here, do you want me to get on my knees and beg for you because I will and I know you felt more than you're letting on." his mouth said the words but the pleading in his eyes spoke volumes to you. It always amazed you how expressive his features were, the way his brow furrowed into perfect lines, or his nose crinkled when he laughed.

"maybe a small part of my brain would love you to beg for me, but it's not going to work Lin, this, you practically on your knees wanting me. This is what fuels my performance it drives me" you were trying to justify your actions over the course of your run as Peggy/Maria but nothing could justify it to him, nothing would numb the pain you had brought down on him like a crack of thunder striking out everything you had worked to achieve. You shook your head on your way out making perfectly clear what dynamic you needed to act the way that you did you brushed past him leaving a practically crumbled man in your wake. "please" he begged, "stay with me, just choose me that's all I need"

You let out a giggle being leaving him with your final statement of the night.

"My dear Miranda, Hamilton needs this, you need this. Don't deny it. You love our little games"