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izzyfandoms · 4 years

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Like Lipstick Stains On His Skin

SHIPS: Remile

CHARACTERS: Emile Picani, Remy Sanders

WARNING: Anxiety, references to heartbreak

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A Series Of Soulmate AUs Masterpost

Emile Picani had been in love with his best friend for as long as he could remember.

The moment he had first laid eyes on Remy Sanders, his initial thought had been that that was the most attractive person he’d ever seen. And, after getting to know him better, Emile’s thoughts only solidified; Remy was funny and sarcastic, smarter than anyone gave him credit for, and casually flirty in a way that made Emile’s heart stop and pound and ache all at once.

And Emile’s feelings had only strengthened as they grew up together.

From awkward teenagers still figuring out their sexualities to adults with their own homes and jobs and independent lives, Remy and Emile had stayed friends through it all, sticking together like glue since they’d first met in middle school. They knew almost everything about each other, and they were best friends.

But that was just it – they were friends. Nothing more.

And Emile was... fine with that. He was fine.

He loved Remy. Loved, loved, loved Remy.

And, sure, it hurt when he was with Remy, but not really with Remy, not in the way Emile always wanted to be. It hurt to be around him and know that it would only ever be platonic, that his best friend would never love him back in quite the same he loved him.

But time spent with Remy was better than time spent with anyone or anything else. And Emile knew that Remy cared deeply for him, too.

Emile could take the heartache if it meant he never lost his best friend.

When Emile heard the knock on his front door, he immediately recognised it as Remy’s. He jumped up – perhaps a little too enthusiastically and excitedly, but the only person that could see him right now was himself, so there was nobody around to judge. He rushed over to the door and pulled it open. Remy’s eyes lit up when he saw Emile, and he grinned.

Emile would never admit aloud to the tremble of his heart in his chest at the expression on his best friend’s face, but he did immediately squish down the traitorous hope that emerged every time Remy looked at him like that. Which happened almost every time they saw each other.

“Hey, Remy! You’re here early,” Emile said.

“Hope that’s chill, babe. I was not watching the time.”

(Emile did his best to ignore the feelings that the use of the nickname ‘babe’ stirred up.)

Remy’s sunglasses were propped up on his head, as they often were, and his warm brown eyes were on display. He was wearing his signature black leather jacket, too, as he usually was, with a white crop-top – with the word ‘bitch’ across the front in block capitals – underneath, exposing his midriff.

It took effort for Emile to keep his eyes from drifting downwards.

“It’s fine, Remy,” Emile smiled, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on his best friend’s face. “You’re always welcome here, you know that.”

Remy laughed. “If you keep saying that, I’ll end up showing up here at 4am when I’m drunk.”

“Well, I would rather you came here than go somewhere else and get yourself hurt.”

“Even if that means I wake you up from whatever candy-coloured, cartoon-filled dreams you’re having?”

“Mhm!”

“Damn, gurl, you really are sweeter than sugar, huh? How the hell did someone like you end up being besties with someone like me?”

“Aww, Remy, I think you give yourself too little credit.”

Remy laughed again. “Nah, babes, I love myself. I’m just kinda an asshole sometimes.”

“Isn’t everyone sometimes?” Emile said.

“Not you, apparently. Come on, you’re basically an angel, like, 24/7 and I have legit no idea how you do it. You’ve got the patience of a saint and a smile that literally gives me toothache just looking at it. You’re downright adorable.”

Elation bubbled up in Emile’s heart, and those bubbles filled his chest and spilled over in the forms of happy giggles. He covered his smile with his hand, and practically melted on the spot at the soft, fond look that crossed Remy’s face for just a moment – almost unnoticeable, but Emile paid enough attention that he saw it – before being replaced with Remy’s usual grin.

“Do you want to come in?” Emile asked, still smiling.

“Sure.”

Emile stepped to the side, and Remy’s arm brushed against his own as he walked past him. He hoped the stuttered breath at the contact wasn’t obvious.

“I like the new tie,” Remy commented as Emile shut the door and turned to face him.

Emile perked up. “Oh, you noticed!”

“Course I did,” Remy said. “I’ve seen every tie you’ve got like a million times. I could tell that one was new basically as soon as you opened the door.”

“Aww, Remy... you’re great. The best friend a guy could have!”

Emile’s smile was soft, fond, and so, so caring, and – for just a moment – he could have sworn that Remy looked flustered to be the recipient of it: wide-eyed and as still as a statue. But then, the moment passed, and Remy’s expression smoothed over and returned to normal, and Emile was sure that he’d only imagined it.

“It’s nothing, babe,” Remy said, waving his hand dismissively. “You noticed when I got that new skirt last week, even though it’s identical to my old one-”

“Your old one had a big hole in it! The new one didn’t.”

“Yeah, so I had to get a new one ‘cos it made my ass look great and I wasn’t ‘bout to give that shit up, you know? Ooh, and I especially love it paired with those heels that get everyone looking at my legs, ‘cos that combo makes me look fab AF.” Remy paused. “You know what, I think that’s kinda beside the point. Any-gay, you noticed ‘cos you’re cool like that, so me noticing your tie is, like, nothing.”

“Aww, Remy,” Emile reached forward, and poked Remy’s arm. “It’s not nothing, most people wouldn’t even be able to tell! You’re my best friend, and it makes me really, really happy that you notice these kinds of things.”

Remy’s expression softened. “Well, then I guess it makes it pretty special then, huh?”

Emile felt like screaming. Or kissing Remy. Or kissing Remy and then screaming.

(Though, really, if Emile ever got the chance to kiss Remy, he’d be too busy savouring it to even think of doing anything else. Too busy savouring the feeling of warm lips against his own, of Remy’s gentle hand against his cheek, of a chest pressed against his own, of being so close to the one person he wanted to be close to more than anything else in the world. But he never thought he’d ever get the chance.)

Emile stumbled over his words, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other as he fiddled with his hands. He had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that, and wasn’t sure if he even could without losing control of his mouth and accidentally confessing his undying love for his best friend.

“Um...” he trailed off.

Remy laughed awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair and glancing away.

“So, uh... what did- what did your patients think of your new tie?”

“Oh!” Emile perked up again, at once both disappointed and relieved by the return to the original topic of conversation. “Yeah, two of them complimented it. And someone said the red was a nice change from the usual pastels, so I think it was a big hit!”

He smiled, and Remy immediately smiled back.

“Nice.”

“I think the pink tie’s still my favourite, though.”

“Mine, too. It’s a classic Emile colour.”

Emile laughed. “There are classic Emile colours?”

“Sure, there are! You’ve got your baby pink, baby blue and, you know,” Remy reached out, tugging gently on Emile’s cardigan sleeve. “You’ve got your cardigan-colour. I’ve, like, barely ever seen you without this thing. How many of these do you have? Like, a hundred?”

Emile giggled again, covering his mouth with his hand. “I have two. And they’re both a little different!”

“Right, right,” Remy nodded. “One’s, like, a little bigger.”

“Mhm! And this one’s a bit softer.”

Remy nodded again, slowly and with an amused tint to his smile. “So, are we gonna, like, move, or are we gonna stand in your hallway forever?”

“Oh, right!” Emile said, like he’d only just remembered that they were still stood at his front door.

He moved past Remy, gesturing for his friend to follow as he went into the next room and sat down on the couch. Remy immediately flopped onto it beside him, getting comfortable on the soft, squishy cushions. He leant back lazily and stretched.

“Ooh,” Remy finally said, straightening up. “I bought a new lipstick yesterday!”

“Ooh, what colour?”

“It’s, like, pink. It matches the shoes I bought last week, and it makes me look killer. I’m gonna get all the guys’ eyes on me, so it sucks that I can’t wear it when I’m, like, actually looking to kiss strangers, you know?”

Emile ignored the pang of pain in his heart, and did his best to smile encouragingly.

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned,” he said. “I- I bet you look great in it. And it- it's a shame you can’t wear it when you want to.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda tempted to, you know, but, like, if I’m wearing lipstick, then I won’t know if any marks my lips make are ‘cos of my lipstick or ‘cos of soulmate shit, right?” Remy continued, gesturing vaguely with his hand. “And, like, what’s the pointing of making out with people if I can’t also know if they’re my soulmate?”

“Right.”

“So, I can only wear lipstick when I’m not looking for people to kiss. Sucks, but it’s gotta be done.”

Emile nodded slowly. Then, he paused, and his brow creased in thought.

“You don’t usually wear lipstick when you’re with me,” he said. “Even when we’re going out and it’s just us, no- no kissing strangers involved. How come?”

Remy froze in place.

“Uh...”

Emile blinked at him. He tilted his head questioningly. “Hmm?”

He could practically see the cogs turning in Remy’s head, while he searched for an answer that he obviously did not have or did not want to share. He looked... flustered, in a way that Emile had almost never seen him before – opening and closing his mouth a few times – and Emile just couldn’t seem to figure out why.

Remy and Emile just stared at each other, neither knowing quite what to say to the other. Emile was confused, not wanting to speak up at the risk of interrupting whatever Remy wanted to say. He also absolutely would not let his mind wander to the any possibilities that would fill him with hope.

A crushed hope was definitely not something Emile wanted to deal with, not right now.

Remy cleared his throat. He swallowed.

“Um- there’s...” he then huffed, looking down at his lap and running his fingers through his hair. He let out an awkward laugh, and then looked back up at Emile. “I... okay,” he sighed. “There’s something I think I should probs tell you.”

Emile stared at him, blinking. “What is it?” He asked.

“It, uh...” Remy sighed again. “I have no idea how you’d react to this. The thing I want to tell you... it could probs mess up our friendship.”

“Remy...” Emile said softly. “You’re my best friend. You can tell me anything, and I promise you this won’t mess anything up, okay?”

“You don’t even know what I’m about to say.”

“I don’t need to. I know you.” Emile leant forward slightly, giving Remy his best attempt at a soft, reassuring smile.

Remy stared at Emile for a second. Then he laughed again, a strange mix of awkwardness and nervousness and with a hint of slight joy, too – with a confusing, even a little alarming, effect. His eyes never left Emile’s smile.

“Jeez, babe. How are you making this so much harder but so much easier at, like, the same time?”

Emile blinked. “Um... is that good?”

“Dunno. But...” Remy took a deep breath. He clenched his hands into fists, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before he turned back to Emile. “Okay... wow, I’ve wanted to tell you this for forever, but, like, fuck, this is terrifying.”

Emile’s expression creased with concern. He reached forward, looking him over worriedly, and rested his hand on his best friend’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

“Remy, are you okay? You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he frowned slightly.

“No, I- I want to tell you. God, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about telling you about my feelings.”

Feelings. Feelings, feelings, feelings.

Did that mean what Emile thought it meant?

The hope rose up, though he tried so hard to squash it down, but it was like trying to fit something large in a container too small and he could hardly keep it from filling up and overwhelming him. His breath stuttered, and he was sure he tensed up and froze in place for a moment, before he finally regained his composure and physically relaxed.

“Feelings?” He asked, in a voice slightly more strangled than before. “What feelings?”

Remy let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, that’s- that’s what I’ve gotta talk to you about. My- my feelings... for you.” He took another deep breath. “I... I love you, Em.”

“I love you, too,” Emile answered back immediately. “Haven’t we said this before?”

They had. The two best friends had been friends for so long: exchanging ‘I love you’s was practically part of their routine, by now.

But it had always been platonic, at least from Remy’s side.

Right?

“We- we have...” Remy said slowly. “But that’s not what I meant. I love you. Like, love love. Like the head over heels in love kind. The- the I can never stop thinking ‘bout you kind. The, fuck, you’re so gorgeous kind. The kind that means I’m, like, basically always thinking about you and about kissing you and about how, wow, you’re- you’re just amazing. I mean, damn, I know last week when I told you that you’re my favourite person, I kinda said it like a joke, but I meant it. I like really, really meant it.”

When Remy realised that he was rambling, he clamped his hand over his mouth, like it was the only way to get the words – the pretty, pretty words that had set Emile’s heart aflutter – to stop tumbling out.

Emile was frozen.

He stared, wide-eyed at his best friend.

“Oh,” was the only thing he could say, in a strangled voice.

He was sure that his face was already bright red.

“Great.” Remy sighed, removing his palm from his mouth and burying his face in his hands. “I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?” He mumbled just loud enough to be audible. “I- I know you don’t feel the same way, babe, and it’s fine. It’s totally, totally fine. I’m happy just being friends with you, ‘kay? You- you don’t have to return anything. It’s- it’s whatever. It’s chill.”

Emile’s brain had broken. He could hardly think anything other than the words ‘Remy’ and ‘love’ just over and over on repeat.

Instead of saying anything in response to that – as he wasn’t even sure if he could – he just suddenly burst into nervous, delighted laugher. Emile was sure he sounded like he was crazy, especially when Remy turned to him with a bewildered expression.

“Did- did you really mean that?” Emile asked when he could finally collect his thoughts enough to speak, which took slightly longer than he would have liked it to.

Remy blinked. Then, his expression softened.

“Of course, I did,” he said. “I’d never lie to you about something like this, Em.”

“So, you... you really mean it?” Emile asked hopefully.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” Remy said. He hesitated for a moment, before nervously adding: “Do you- I mean, is it-”

“I love you, too.”

There was a beat.

Remy stared back at him, wide-eyed. The moment of silence was somehow simultaneously nerve-racking and also soft and so, so exciting, because, oh my gosh, Remy loved him. Remy loved him, he loved him, he loved him!

Love! Love! Love!

And, oh, heavens above, Emile was about to start wiggling excitedly because, gosh, he really, really just had to kiss Remy, right now. And maybe – maybe, maybe, maybe – Remy would say yes if he asked.

Emile let out another giggle, covering his mouth with his hand.

“You... you do?” Remy asked, eyes wide and hopeful, and Emile was suddenly glad that the sunglasses were propped up on his head, as his expression was always much easier to read that way.

“Yeah,” Emile responded, equally soft. “I really, really do.”

“Wow. Just- just wow.”

Emile reached forward, impulsively cupping Remy’s cheek with his hand, and Remy froze. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“Oh, gosh- sorry,” Emile apologised. “I should’ve asked-”

He moved to take his hand away, but was stopped by Remy covering Emile’s hand with his own.

“You’re good- you're- yes. Yes.”

And, well, that was exactly the answer that Emile had wanted to hear.

He leant forward, and finally – finally! – did the thing he’d most wanted to do for years. Years. Since the moment he’d first laid eyes on Remy, he’d thought about it.

He kissed Remy.

Softly. Carefully. Holding Remy’s face so delicately like he was holding something precious.

And the way Remy was kissing him back...

Emile had seen Remy kiss people before – strangers, friends – and he’d always kissed them like he was doing it for fun, not love. He’d never seen Remy kiss anyone as gently as Remy was kissing him, right now.

Bubbles of delight and fireworks of excitement were going off in Emile’s heart and his mind.

He sighed happily into the kiss, and he could suddenly feel Remy smile against his lips.

Emile broke the kiss with another delighted giggle and Remy couldn’t help but just start laughing with him, too. And, of course, that just made Emile’s giggles louder and more enthusiastic.

He was so focused on the laughing and the delighted feeling in his chest from the fact that he had just kissed Remy, that Emile didn’t immediately notice that Remy’s lips were suddenly pink – a light, pastel pink that certainly hadn’t been there before.

And, in fact, it was Remy who halted the laughter first, by freezing in place and staring – yet again wide-eyed – at Emile’s own lips.

Emile paused, and tilted his head in confusion.

“Remy?”

Remy opened and closed his mouth a few times, never taking his eyes off of Emile’s lips.

“Em... your- your lips.”

Emile blinked. He reached a hand up to his own lips, and swiped a finger across them. He then looked back down at his hand, and found nothing – no blood, no anything.

He paused, and then turned his head to look at the mirror that hung on an opposite wall.

His eyes landed on his reflection, and he finally noticed that there was a smear of shiny silver across his lips that definitely, definitely hadn’t been there before.

Emile sucked in a breath as Remy turned his head to look into the mirror, and he realised that Remy’s lips were now a lipstick-like pink, when he certainly hadn’t been wearing any just before the pair had kissed.

“We’re-” Remy started.

“Oh,” Emile breathed.

“Oh,” Remy echoed.

They turned their heads to stare at each other, equally wide-eyed and shocked and excited.

Soulmates.

They were soulmates.

And then Remy surged forward, and kissed Emile again.

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problematicfavesareproblematic · 3 years

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You Can Just Stay (Under This Weight)

Joe Toye x Reader One Shot

Requested?: lol nah fam. I’m just a sucker for soft intimacy in the middle of violent conflicts

Warnings: potty words, a messy attempt at describing hair brushing, a most likely shoddily written Joe Toye, like a skosh of angst, 90% just wish fulfillment and fluff (sorry)

Ya girl listened to Lullaby by Mary Glenn while writing this nonsense, a perfect song to sway to alone in the dark (but like in a dreamy/fun way?)

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With a final grunt of frustration, you threw the paddle of your broken hairbrush across the room, causing Perconte, Bill, Luz, and Joe Toye to startle as it clacked loudly to the ground.

“Gees, Y/N,” Bill snapped, hand on his chest as if he could manually slow down his racing heart. “Don’t do that shit- fucking thought we were under attack—”

You didn’t bother to listen to the complaining sounds of upset coming from the men sitting to your left, snatching up your gun and bag before storming out of the room and heading towards the bedroom you and Joe had been assigned to for the night.

Part of you felt bad for scaring your friends by your childish outburst. The logical part of you knew that throwing your broken hairbrush had been unnecessary and needlessly disruptive and loud.

But the other part of you- the part that was sick of feeling like a goddamned invalid since you’d been shot in the hand?

Well, that part of you wanted to cause much more destruction than that.

When you got to the room dropped your stuff unceremoniously to the ground and grimaced at how loud that was, too.

The whole thing was ridiculous, and if you weren’t so frustrated with yourself you probably could’ve kept your immaturity in check.

But, after catching a stray bullet through some of the meat of your right hand from some ammo-wasting sham of a shooting competition between some drunk NCOs, you had found yourself in a bad mood that not even Luz and Liebgott could shake you from.

You were a sniper, your whole life was tied to your right hand and it’s steadiness in the field. Having that taken away, even for a little while, just served to remind you that that was about the only thing you were good for:

Shooting, reloading, firing.

Without your gun, you were just another mouth for the mess officers to feed.

Just a stupid woman, in the way of the ‘big, brave men’ of the Airborne.

Looking down at your bandaged hand, you sighed with defeat.

Roe had already been on your case about taking it easy, adamant that you shouldn’t push yourself lest risk further injury.

But tonight, you hadn’t even attempted to do anything high risk.

All you’d tried to do was brush your hair- something you had been attempting (and ultimately failing) to do for the past four weeks. Tonight you’d finally managed to get your hair out of it’s matted braid, your left hand managing to finger comb the three knotted sections apart with limited assistance from your right.

The moment you had tried to detangle the mess you’d realized you were going to need to utilize your right hand more. Of course, when it became painfully clear that your hand wasn’t yet up to the task of even holding on to the ratty ends of your hair, you’d allowed all of the frustration to boil over- lashing out like some toddler being denied their juvenile demand.

Now you were stuck with your tangled hair hanging around your face, unable to either brush or rebraid it.

You hadn’t realized that someone had come in until you hear the click of the door as it closes, and when you whip your head around you realize that you’ve started to cry.

“What?” you asked harshly, voice softening at the last moment when you came face to face with Joe Toye.

He had an uncomfortable look on his face, and quickly you brought your left hand up to wipe the evidence of your tears away.

“Oh, sorry Joe,” you muttered, sniffing pathetically before clearing your throat and moving towards the spot on the floor you’d claimed earlier to be your bed for the night. “I'll get out of your way—”

“Y/N”

When you turned back to look at him you saw him holding up the still-surviving paddle of your hairbrush, a tight smile on his lips.

You grimace, looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze once more.

“Great, thanks….”

When you step closer to reach for it he hesitates, moving the brush infinitesimally away from your reach and looking at you worriedly.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and when you open your mouth to dismiss his concerns he furrows his brows and shakes his head. “And don’t tell me you’re okay or fine or whatever you were gonna say, because I know it’s bullshit.”

You scoff, chest feeling tight. “Joe—”

He gives you an exasperated look, crossing his arms across his chest and peering down his nose at you.

Great, the Toye Staredown. As if i didn’t already feel like a petulant child…..

“I’ve known you for two goddamn years Y/L/N. I may be stupid but I’m not an idiot.”

Holding his glare, you sigh heavily and wipe at your runny nose.

“If anyone in thisroom deserves to be called a stupid idiot, I think I’m the more fitting candidate.”

Joe’s glare turns into a look of concern. One of the things he’d first loved about you was your quick wit and your refusal to bend under his good-natured ribbing.

Seeing you look so defeated scared him.

When you made to poinch the bridge of your nose, Joe stepped in and caught your elbow. At first you were confused until you realized that you’d been about to use your right hand.

You bark a humorless laugh, letting your head loll back in rueful amusement.

“For fuck’s sake….”

Rough hands find your cheeks and tilt your face back so you’re looking at him again, and he murmurs something under his breath when he sees tears reforming in your eyes.

“What’s going on, huh? Talk to me, Y/N/N—”

“I’m useless.”

Like some dam bursting, you find yourself weepily confessing how useless you feel you’ve become, how you were questioning everything you’d once assumed to be true about yourself.

How horribly painful it was to hear about the replacements who were dying in your place while you were being kept in the relative safety of the XO camp.

To his credit, Joe didn’t interrupt you once.

He’d listened as attentively as he would during a mission objective briefing, emitting a small tsking sound whenever your voice broke with a fresh wave of tears. Through your senseless babbling, you realized that this was the longest you’d ever seen him go without interrupting someone.

You hadn’t been able to mask your embarrassed scoff when you admitted why you’d lost your cool earlier, face hot with more than just shame.

When you’d finally stopped, Joe had nodded and taken a deep breath.

“What can I do?”

Closing your eyes, you shake your head. “No, no, no! Joe- that’s not why….I don’t expect you to do anything—”

His thumbs wipe at the tear tracks under your eyes before he whispers your name and cuts you off, quietly telling you to look at him.

Joe’s gaze is unbearably soft, more gentle than you’ve ever seen it.

“Go sit down.”

You furrow your brows, but when you go to ask what he was planning he takes one of his hands away from your face to point towards the pile of blankets the two of you had gathered earlier.

“Drink water while you’re at it, you’ll give yourself a headache.”

Aah, there he is. There’s the Mama Toye I remember from Toccoa.

When he gave you a look that made it clear that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, you sigh and walk over to where he’d directed you and sit heavily in the pile of blankets.

You sip from your canteen as you watch Joe shrug off his overcoat and pull off his knit cap. You couldn’t help but smile as he finger combed his dark hair back into place, finding yourself admiring how handsome he looked with it slightly overgrown and smoothed away from his handsome face.

Ever since he’d kissed you in the middle of the Eindhoven liberation celebration, you couldn't deny that things between the two of you had ….changed.

Nothing had been established, nor had either of you spoken about it. Yet there was certainly a closeness that existed where there hadn’t been before- a sort of mutually understood agreement that you’d pair up for patrols and eat meals together.

Each night Joe would ensure that you slept by his side, and by morning you always woke up with him curled around you protectively. If the others noticed, they made no mention of it- which, considering Joe Toye’s fiery temper, was probably more for their sake than for yours.

And even if they did, you got the feeling Joe wouldn’t change a thing.

He catches you watching him and smirks, shooting you a wink as he strides over confidently.

“At least buy a guy dinner first before eye-fucking him like that….”

You shot him a glare that only served to make him grin wider. “Thanks Joe, I’ll try to rein it in.”

He snorted a laugh as he came to sit behind you, his right leg kicked out beside yours while he scooted closer.

You turn to look at him curiously over your shoulder, unable to stop your cheeks from heating up when you see that he’s got your hairbrush in his hand.

“Uh, what’re you doing back there, Joseph?”

He leans to the side a bit so you don’t have to strain as hard to look at him, mirroring your curious expression.

“What does it look like? I’m gonna tame this rat’s nest you’ve been growing for the past month.”

You blush in earnest at that, mouth going dry when he picks up a knotted tendril and brings your brush to the ends.

With a gentleness that you hadn’t expected, he dutifully begins to patiently detangle the strands, pinching the hair’s shaft to ensure you don’t feel any tugging or snags.

Well…..This certainly was not how i thought things were going to go down tonight….

After sitting in stunned silence for far too long, you finally will yourself to speak.

“Uhh, you’re brushing my hair.”

He hums. “That’s right. Good observation.”

“But….you are doing it, um, well?”

“Wow, you shoulda been in intelligence- nothing gets past you.”

You huff at his snark and shoot him a baleful look.

“Joseph.”

His dark eyes meet yours with a slightly inpatient glint in them.

“Are you going to let me do something nice for you, or are you going to overthink and fight about it?”

Before you can respond he’s resumed his gentle brushing, and with another deep sigh you resign yourself to your fate.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t like it, or that you didn’t whole-heartedly appreciate Joe’s kindness- in fact, you were beginning to get anxious that you may enjoy it too much.

It’s just….you couldn't remember the last time someone had touched your hair, let alone brush it for you. Maybe childhood….? Certainly long before Toccoa. It felt so intimate now- nearly as intimate as that kiss you’d shared.

And, if you weren’t mistaken- Joe seemed to be aware of the intimacy as well.

Every so often his eyes would find yours and he’d look at you warmly, the small smile on his lips growing whenever you unintentionally shuddered as the brush scratched deliciously across your scalp.

When he finished brushing your hair out, he surprised you further by instantly beginning to resection your hair and french braid it.

“How did you….how long have you known how to braid?”

He chuckled at that, bringing a hand up to turn your head away from him before continuing to twist and weave your hair into what you suspected to be a pretty adequate braid.

“Well, i may or may not have figured it out while sitting behind you during lectures back in Toccoa, but don’t —”

“What—?!”

“....get weird about it….” he sighs, holding his hand over your shoulder palm up and wiggling his fingers impatiently until you gave him a hair tie. He wrapped the elastic around the ends before smoothing his hand down the braid, allowing his hand to drift to your shoulder so he can knead into the tense muscle.

The moan you emit is near pornographic, and a laugh catches in your throat when Joe curses under his breath like you’ve punched him.

“That feel good, Y/N?” he teases good-naturedly, but simultaneously brought his other hand up to massage at the other shoulder and made you groan again.

“Don’t know, ask me again in five minutes.”

The two of you chuckle before falling into a comfortable silence, the only sound being your quiet sighs of pleasure and his echoing hums of confirmation.

After about ten minutes of having his hands exploring your upper back you hesitantly sat back slightly so you could lean into the strong plane of his chest.

“Joe, thank you.” your voice is slow and heavy, and you feel more relaxed than you imagined possible considering the circumstances that brought you two together in the first place. “I….you are nicer to me than i deserve—”

He snorted at that, wrapping his arms around you and resting his cheek atop your head. “Shut up and let me enjoy this. It’s been too long since it was just us….”

You blush at that, glad he can’t see your face as you smile privately.

“Didn’t know you, uh, wanted there to be time with ‘just us’.”

Joe moved his hold on you so he could look down at you, a look of amused confusion on his face.

“What’re you talkin’ about? Course I do. You think I would follow you ‘round like a goddamn lovesick dog if I didn’t at least enjoy your company a little bit?”

You feel a dumb smile cross your face, and before you can reply he pinches your chin lightly and angles your face up a bit more so he can kiss you soundly on the lips.

Just like the last time, everything around you seems to fade into insignificance, and all you can hear and smell and feel and taste is Joe Toye. You part your lips and deepen the kiss, carefully moving your injured hand up and over his shoulder so you can wrap your arm around his shoulders.

With a happy hum, Joe nibbles on your bottom lip and smiles.

“I’ll take this as a good sign, as far as the kissing is concerned?” he half asked, moving to twist your bodies so he’s leaning over you while simultaneously laying you down softly against the blankets.

You took a deep breath, looking up at him with so much love and affection it makes your chest ache.

“How observant you are, Mr. Toye. Should’ve been an intelligence officer.”

The look he gives you is wicked, and when he ducks down to kiss your cheek he lets his lips linger at your ear. “Maybe you’ll let me show you all the other things I’m really good at sometime, huh?”

Letting the fingers of your uninjured hand bury themselves in his dark locks, you croon a warm affirmation.

“Oh, you can count on that, handsome. Just wait till I get the okay to use my other hand, I’ll return the favor.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Or you could hold me now—”

He cuts you off with another overwhelming kiss that promised so much more.

“Ma’am….you’ve got yourself a deal.”

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beautifulterriblequeen · 3 years

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Ruthari angst prompt 48 (guest starring Viren & Co)?👉👈

“Can you promise me no one else has to get hurt?”

okay wow, WOW, okay, okay fam, I see how it is, I see it. But I’m gonna give it a stabby little twist.

cw and tags: death, corpse, blood, dark Ethari, today in things that are worse than death, triggered Runaan trying to reenact his last mission but with Viren and Claudia

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The dark mage’s body lay where it had fallen when Runaan kicked it free of his blade. Its blood pooled atop the smooth stone, gleaming oddly black even in the filtered light beneath the forest canopy.

Ethari couldn’t tear his eyes from Viren’s, which stared black and unseeing toward the sky. He knew Runaan took lives. He knew it, he knew. But to see it happen right in front of him, with deadly efficiency and not a whisper of warning... His own blood ran cold.

A drop of blood slid from the tip of Runaan’s sword and landed atop a delicate white flower petal. The assassin still hadn’t looked up. Stood like a panting statue.

The girl snapped out of her shock first. “How could you? How dare you?” she shrieked, darting forward. “I’ve already lost my father once! You monster! Do you know what I had to do to get him back last time? Do you?”

Ethari managed to snag a handful of her sleeve before she could get close enough to Runaan to become his husband’s second victim in twenty seconds. “Wait--”

Claudia tried to jerk free. She bared her teeth at him, and her lips began to form accursed words. In horror, Ethari wrapped an arm around her shoulders and clapped a hand over her mouth. “No, no, don’t! Please don’t!” he blurted, holding her securely. His eyes were locked on Runaan, though. Maybe he hadn’t heard her...?

He had. Runaan’s lashes flicked as he raised his icy, unforgiving gaze to study Claudia. There was no mercy in the set of his jaw, no quarter in the curl of his lip. He took a step toward her.

Ethari backed up, bodily lifting Claudia with him, and turned protectively to shield her. “Runaan, please. Please, enough. She’s a child.”

Runaan didn’t slow. “She spared me for her father’s attentions. She knew what he was going to do.”

Claudia jerked her mouth free of Ethari’s hand. “You deserved it! You murdered King Harrow!”

Runaan’s expression didn’t change. “Swiftly, and with all the mercy I just gave your father. Lord Viren... has long since forgotten what mercy is.”

“You’re just a glorified murderer! You don’t deserve mercy for what you do to us!”

Runaan’s grimace deepened, and he met Ethari’s eyes as if to say, Do you understand now why I never trust humans?

Ethari did see, but he was more horrified that he might not be able to persuade Runaan to spare Claudia’s life. He couldn’t help but remember the last time he’d hugged Rayla, grateful and guilty all at once. “Please, give me a moment, I think I can find another way here.”

That did give Runaan pause. “Ethari. There is only one way here. She must be stopped.”

“Stopped and killed are not the same thing!” Ethari shouted.

Runaan blinked at him as if seeing him for the first time.

Claudia glanced between the husbands, unafraid. “Yeah, good luck with that. You Moonshadow elves killed my dad once before, but I brought him back. You think death is scary to me anymore?“

Runaan flicked his sword and turned back toward VIren, as if to make him more dead somehow. Ethari’s stomach turned. “Runaan, she’s... she’s just a girl. Like Rayla. If I can find a way to fix this, can you promise me no one else has to get hurt?”

Runaan stopped again. His hand flexed around the handle of his sword. Slowly, he turned to look back over his shoulder. “No. I can’t.”

The craftsman’s heart fractured, and its pain sent shockwaves through his chest. He had moments to act before Runaan claimed the initiative again. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he whispered to Claudia. He let go of her and turned her to face him, meeting her eyes with his own tearful ones. “I can’t let him kill you.”

Claudia quirked a doubtful eyebrow up at him. “Yeah? Whatcha got, Big Guy? You going to tackle him so I can escape or something? You think he won’t stab you? Look at him. Assassins are killing machines. You can’t stop him by yourself. You’ll need my help.”

Ethari’s bottom lip trembled. “No. You need mine, little one. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...” He took her face in his hands.

Claudia’s eyes widened. “Wait, what are you doing?”

Ethari closed his eyes and concentrated. Moon magic flared blindingly from his fingertips, surrounding Claudia’s head like a halo.

“No, please! Please stop, stop!” Claudia wailed.

“Ethari!” Runaan spun around and ran toward him. ��Ethari, stop!”

But Ethari knew his enchantments backward and forward, and--in this case--inside out. The spell was complete before Runaan’s hand clamped onto his wrist and jerked it away from the young dark mage’s head.

With wide turquoise eyes, Runaan stared at his husband’s handiwork. “What have you done?” he breathed.

Ethari took a step away from them both. His hands shook as the magic faded from Claudia’s face, leaving her eyes blank and pure white, matching half of her hair. She stood still, calm. Empty. He hands drooped to her sides.

“What have you done?” Runaan repeated.

Ethari gulped. The weight of his choice settled in his gut like an avalanche into a lake. “Stopped her.”

Runaan waved a hand in front of Claudia’s eyes. The girl didn’t respond. He turned her chin with a cautious finger and stared into her face for a long, long moment. Finally, he let his hand drop. His eyes found Ethari’s. “She’s not there anymore.” His voice was faint with shock.

“So you don’t need to kill her, right?” Ethari murmured hopefully.

“Can you bring her back?” Runaan pressed.

“I don’t know,” Ethari stalled, afraid Runaan would ask him to, immediately.

The killing rage had gone from Runaan’s tone and posture. But the look that replaced it was one of unease, alarm, even disgust. “Ethari... this is not mercy,” he said quietly. He adjusted his sword grip. “A soul needs its body.”

“No, no, please--” Ethari blurted, nearly in tears. Everything he’d just done had been to spare Runaan, and Claudia too! Why couldn’t Runaan see that? He reached out, not sure if he was stretching toward Claudia or Runaan.

“Well well well, this is a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into, craftsman. Whatever will you do now?” The voice, low and self-satisfied, came from behind them.

Runaan and Ethari whirled in surprise. Claudia remained unseeingly blank, staring off to the right.

Viren’s corpse was just getting to its feet. It brushed itself off with debonair grace, wearing a broad, lopsided grin full of too many teeth. It tsked in annoyance at the large cut over its heart, and the heavy red stain that marked its white garment. Then, with a flick of its hand, the rent in the cloth mended itself, and the bloodstain vanished. Viren’s visage brightened to the picture of health, complete with sparkling gray eyes--no. They’d gone purple.

“Who are you?” Runaan challenged, aiming his sword at the reanimated corpse.

Viren’s head tilted back with a low, charming laugh. “We meet again, assassin. Last time I saw you, you were wearing fewer shirts. But you’re nearly as resourceful as I am, it seems. I suppose congratulations are in order for managing to escape Viren’s penny circus. Apparently, there is more than one way to release from the world beyond life and death.”

“’Viren’s penny-’ Runaan, who is this?” Ethari asked under his breath. He lowered his chin and balled his hands into fists.

But Runaan’s eyes had gone wide in horror. “You...”

Viren’s body burst with violet and pink light, vanishing within a taller illusion that took solid form and offered a graceful, swoop-horned bow.

“Me.” Aaravos smirked. “Now, I can do better than your bloodsoaked husband, craftsman.” He held out a violet hand and smiled expectantly. “Give me the girl, and I will promise you that no one else has to get hurt.”

#tdp angst #ruthari angst #runaan #ethari #claudia #viren #aaravos #unexpected star touch #what can i say i love killing viren #and letting aaravos be a dramatic bitch #also nooooo ethari what did you dooooo #well i mean. i know. but holy cats that's dark #mwa ha ha it's angsty

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artxyra · 4 years

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Can you do a continuation of my last ask (the chaos cult one) where the JL is going up against some big villain and they need a group of unpredictable people to defeat them. Cue Batman having a traumatic flashback. He just tells the others that he knows who to call and then leaves. The day of the fight they go up to Batman and ask him where are the people he called and what the plan is and Bruce just replies with "I don't know." The JL is confused and freaking out when suddenly the cult attacks.

Note: @wannajointhecrabcult, sorry your request took awhile to finished. The battle scene had me up in the air, but hey I hope you like it.

It was rare for when the Justice League are facing a villain that they cannot face directly. They’ve been facing this villain for days, failing with each attempt due to a random interference or the villain switching up the game plan. The league of heroes was getting fed up.

“This is getting out of control.” It was Wonder Woman who throws her hand down against the table. She looks to ever one of her peers. She can feel the tension rising amongst them all.

“What can we do. He changes tactics every time we enter the field. One moment we are winning and the next we are defeated. I hate this.” Among them, murmurs of agreements follow. Everyone put in their two cents aside from Batman.

In deep thought, no one knows what the dark knight was thinking. That wasn’t an unfamiliar site though, so they all turned him.

“I have a plan.” He grunts, secretly hoping this plan doesn’t backfire on him.

Unknown to the league members, chaos has been recking the streets of Gotham and it wasn’t due to the Gotham major villains. No, it was done by his youngest son and his childhood friends. Every night is a new prank, experiment, and or challenge.

Bruce Wayne remembers the time, the Premier Chaotique invaded one of his business meetings with Tim. However, they didn’t do it in person, it was by slides. Tim had premade the business plans, in advance, and was too sleep-deprived to check the files the night before. Instead of being shown the actual presentation, everyone in the meeting was greeted with a video of Premier Chaotique pretending to be in their own meeting very similar to the one that was currently in session. Nathanial had been the presenter as Nino, Kim, and Chloe pretended to be the business partners. It was Damian and Marinette who had been making side noises in the background asking random questions interrupting Nathanial every chance they got. Of course, this got a good laugh out of the business meeting members, but a scowl from Bruce and a sigh of defeat from Tim, who was severely lacking caffeine but active.

The time after that it was prank war around the manor. It was a massive mess filled with water and paint balloons with the looming threat of turning it into a paint (or mud) ball battle. Bruce swears that if it wasn’t for Alfred keeping them in check, they (mainly Marinette and Damian) would have made it happen. This not only happened once but thrice all with different consequences and a massive cry for help. Had he known Damian would turn into a pranking teenager with the help of five others, he would have stuck with dark and stubborn Damian instead. Though he was secretly happy that his son was enjoying his teen years.

Dick and Jason tried to get into their little cult but were met with lies and deceit causing them to finally understand that Marinette is not just sunshine and rainbows but a cold-blooded prankster warrior.

Watching the Premier Chaotique wild videos, that he had bookmarked when the cult was trending, on his way back to the Batcave, Bruce can only internally sob. Post after post is filled with the latest spot and random information on what they were doing. He wouldn’t be surprised to see if that was just a cover-up to keep the GCPD off their trail.

“Please tell me that the manor is still intact,” Bruce asks, eyes close upon existing the Batcave and into one of the many halls of the manor. Alfred simply nods handing the man a towel and offers him a drink.

“Nino, Kim, Nate... I have a plan.” There went the peace as Damian makes his voice known. The Premier Chaotique enters the manor’s living room slightly exhausted but still filled with chaotic energy. Marinette and Chloe break from the group living the boys alone to plot their next escapade.

“Yo, lord dude, what do you have in mind?” Nino asks seemingly intrigued.

The three males listen closely to their leader. The plan was brilliant and chaotic. It involves surfboards, silly string, and heaps of cotton candy.

Once the Premier Chaotique cult had settled down to watch TV, it was then that Bruce makes his own plan known.

“I have a mission for you.” He states with little room for negotiation.

“What’s in it for us?” It was Chloe, the future lawyer or PR agent, asks gesturing to others, who all looks intrigued yet wary by this announcement.

Bruce sighs, whatever comes out of his mouth next could quite possibly come back and punch him in the face. “Endless amount of chaos, for if you take on this villain.”

Marinette narrows her eyes at the older man. “You mean that magician Mumbo who keeps evading you?” She counters. After a while of spending school breaks in Gotham, it didn’t take long for the Premier Chaotique (aside from Damian) to accidentally find the Batcave. They all promise to never speak of it to anyone outside of the Bat-fam or each other. Let’s just say, that was a rough day for everyone in on the secret prior to the exposure.

“Yes, Marinette.” Bruce nods as the sinking feeling of regard (or was it worry) fills his stomach. It wasn’t long before the intrigued looks turn turns into a mixture of mischievous evil. Heroes help them all if this plan ends up becoming something that was not in the favor of the league capturing this villain.

The day when the Justice League was called to apprehend their latest chaotic villain, a cold chill went down everyone’s’ spines. Unknown to everyone, Batman had unleashed an evil like no other upon them.

“With a wave of my wand, I shall disappear,” Mumbo announces.

“Batman!” Wonder Woman shouts as she takes her lasso and throws it to wrap around Mumbo. Mumbo’s eyes widen before ducking to the ground.

“Pesto!” Smoke covers the Justice Members all trying to escape. Mumbo skips over to be in front of them.

“Hey, B-man, yeah so, when is this plan of yours coming through?” Flash asks, running in place but then smoke coves him and now he’s a rabbit.

Batman doesn’t answer. He only grunts and tries to cut loose his bindings. Then an explosion happens in the background. Chaotic laughter, that wasn’t by Mumbo, fills the area. Another round of shivers goes down everyone’s spines.

Then there were lights, bright flashing lights, and an obnoxious duck honk. Vroom. A vehicle flies over their heads.

“Heck yeah, time to face the Premier Chaotique!” A voice screams to the heavens (it was Kim's). Once the car had drifted to the side, the side door slides open revealing two people in inflatable dino suits diving in the direction of Mumbo.

Mumbo barely had any time to conjure up a spell. This gave the Justice League members enough time to a safer position. For Batman, he only hopes that they don’t do overboard, but who was he kidding?

“Need a hand.” Batman looks up to see Nightwing, Red Robin, and Red Hood sitting on top of the building each holding some kind of snack.

“What are you three doing here?” He asks narrowing his eyes at his sons who smirk and gestures to the mess that is happening down below. The League members are heavily confused, but they were unsure whether to ask questions or just watch the scene unfolded.

Beats from a boombox play in the ground catching everyone’s attention.

The two dino suit wearers head butts the magician before disappearing. Mumbo produces his wand and twirls creating a smokescreen of dust particles. When the dust cleared, Mumbo was face-to-face with Damian, wearing a suit similar to Robin’s but replaced with paint splatters instead of its usual colors.

“I'm sure there's a peaceful solution here...” Mumbo starts as he pulls out a multiple color linked handkerchief turns into a lasso and sends it to wrap around Damian. Damian stands there motionless.

Just as the lasso wraps around Damian, a parachute appears over his head. The only facial expression on Damian’s face was a smirk. Within seconds, they were in a whole new world.

Mumbo not liking the gain these people had on him, summons bombs and throws them around him. The bombs hit nothing while a series of various laughter fills the area.

“Huh?” The magician is then twirled around to be faced with Marinette and Chloe both wearing a paint splatter design jumpsuit with domino masks. Marinette curtly nods her head and sends a wink to the magician. Chloe lets out a burst of chaotic laughter.

“Need a hand.” A giant hand appears feet away from the girls but as the hand makes it way over to the girls two motorcycles come slinging through the air. The girls hold out the hand to which the two riders grab hold and help them onto the back.

Mumbo dodges one of the bikes as it nearly skims his hat. He then crackles realizing that he has found a wonder opponent against his magician tactics.

“You boys and girls need to take a drink.” He states as he twirls his wand. A giant glass of water appears in the giant’s hand. Like a waterfall, the liquid pours on top of his opponents. He could hear the grunts from them as they land on the hard ground.

On the ground, Marinette glares at the magician all while keeping a knowing smirk on her lips. She could hear Damian rushing in the background grabbing the scooters and sliding them in their direction. Nino and Kim jump up and takes over their scooters and ride to attack the magician.

“Here have some flowers,” Mumbo says as he takes a boutique of flowers out of sleeves. The boutique is beeping and explodes on impact. The impacts cause the parachute to waver.

Slowly the parachute collapses. Standing on top of the hill trying to maintain the parachute form is Nathaniel who was simply struggling but one motion from Damian told him to stop.

“Well, that’s just great!” Chloe groans once she was out of the parachute gliding on her yellow scooter. Kim and Nino are okay and riding up the blonde.

“A bunch of kids, you sent a bunch of kids after Mumbo” Mumbo screeches to the Justice League but from his position, it was more directed to the Premier Chaotique. “This is nothing that’s what’s up my sleeves can’t help.” A robe sprouts out from Mumbo’s sleeves to wrap around Marinette, who was behind him. Simultaneously, the Premier Chaotique calls out "boss". From the JL’s position, Batman and his sons were all inching to stop Mumbo, but it was Nathanial that stops from and he was holding a camera in his hands.

“You calling us kids?” The cult members aside from Marinette move to the show Damian trembling with anger.

“What of it?” Mumbo reinforce his statement. Marinette with an exasperated look on her face was silently gleaming.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.” She says as her lips purse together to prevent her from laughing. Though she is slightly worried about what’s going to happen next.

“I’ll ask this again, are you calling us kids?” Damian asks with his voice rising with each word.

“Now’s he’s mad,” Marinette says quickly but returns to her innocent facial expression the moment Mumbo turned to her turn.

“They call us the Premier Chaotique!” He screams running towards Mumbo with his katana in hand. Not sure where he got the katana from. Seeing the running teen coming at him, Mumbo was quick to push Marinette in front of Damian but since her feet weren’t tied, she pushes herself out of the way, allowing Damian to continue his pursuit in harming Mumbo.

The Premier Chaotique winces (or provides commentary like a sportscaster, blame Kim) at the sight of Damian practically mutilating Mumbo. Marinette took this time to free herself allowing The Justice League, aside from the Bat-family cautiously walk over to the group.

By the time they all made it down, Mumbo was seeing stars, his outfit was unrecognizable, and Damian was holding Marinette in his arms keeping her away from anyone but his cult members.

“Good work, cult. We’ll take it from here.” Batman states ignoring the flabbergasted look of the Justice League. For the cult, they knew there was an underlying message within that statement which means that they will be receiving a full-on report back at the Batcave when he arrives home.

Bruce Wayne stands expressionless in front of his son and his son’s friend. The members of Premier Chaotique side eye one another with hidden expressions of laughter.

“Do I even want to know what you six, excuse me, five did whole under the parachute?” He questioned eyeing each of the kids including his oldest sons. There is a slight chance that those three managed to help the Premier Chaotique with some of the ideas.

“He’s not dead,” Damian shrugs.

“Besides B-man, what we did was practically child’s play.” Chloe states waving before turning to nails and scoffing at how they look.

Bruce groans and face-palms, “That was not, child’s play.”

“Hey, Mr. Dude, you promised us an endless amount of chaos…and we delivered.” Nino adds messing with his music player trying to figure out his next tunes.

“Bruce, we promise not to do any pranks inside the manor.” Marinette offers but before her cult members could protest, she continues with, “Will that satisfy your concerns?”

Bruce knows there was a loophole in that statement, but he knew he wouldn’t get any information from them. Sighing, he wraps up the conversation and disappears to wherever he goes when beyond stress.

“Are you really not going to prank the manor?” Dick asks hoping that they will say yes. Marinette looks to her members and nods. This sends Dick crying in happiness and dragging Jason and Tim with him out of the cave.

“Are we really not going to prank the manor?” Nathanial asks.

“Of course not. We two options: real-life game simulation or turning the manor into a giant maze of falling dominoes. Which one you wanna do?” The smirk on Marinette’s face said it all. They were not done with being the Premier Chaotique.

“Game simulation!” They collectively shout. Far from the cave, everyone who will be indirectly affected felt a shiver go down their spines.

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siyeonjisoo · 3 years

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AVATAR GOING HUNTING NYC 9/3

It has finally happened, y’all! Concerts are back in my life and I am more than thrilled about it. Last night was the first concert I’ve been to since February 13, 2020 so over a year and a half when I’m used to maybe 3 months at most between concerts. Felt so SO good to be back at it and see concert fam folks again!

My comeback was with the incomparable metal band Avatar who I first saw in 2019 when they toured with Babymetal and I had no clue who they were. How things have changed since then. Now without any further ado, I give you how the day went.

I sadly had to go to work in the morning but I left at noon and made it to Irving Plaza around 1:40. I was really worried that I was going to have a horrible spot in line and thus have to hide in the back or along the walls to avoid the mosh pits but I ended up being only the 7th person in line. I had GA ticket and was the first person in line for that. Between already knowing some of the folks there and spending the next 6 hours making friends with them, I ended up being promised they would help me get as close to front row as they could get me which was AMAZING.

Doors opened actually on time and we were able to get into the venue pretty quickly! I ended up SECOND ROW for this show DEAD CENTER. An intense place to be but so very amazing.

Touring with Avatar are two other bands, Tallah and Magic Sword. Tallah performed first with about 5 songs. I’m always completely unfamiliar with the bands touring with folks so I didn’t know this group either. And they aren’t bad but not a group I will go out of my way to listen to again. Drummer kicked ass though, apparently he only joined the band as a replacement drummer 2 months ago and he killed it. The singer has the ability to do splits but that’s the only thing about him I think I like. The other members of the band were just as memorable as their songs, which is to say, not at all.

Next was Magic Sword. That group is a trio, of drummer, guitarist, and keyboardist. They were amazing, 10 out of 10. If you can get the chance to see them in concert, I beg of you to do so. That said, I can’t say I’ll be listening to their music again unless it’s live because they don’t have a vocalist and I like to be able to sing/rap along with music unless it is loud enough I can feel it in every single cell of my body, which is what Magic Sword delivered. Only bad thing to happen here was the crowd was starting to be...less than sober...and the person behind me spilled a quarter of their beer down my ass, right into the pocket where my phone was. I was less than thrilled with this person and was thankful they traded places with their friend for Avatar’s set because the second person was kinder and actually made conversation with us a little bit and apologized for how drunk they both were.

The stage was cleared after Magic Sword performed probably 6 or 7 songs? I can’t tell for sure since their songs do seem to run on the longer side so I may have split a song that is actually one into two. And then it was time for the reason I was there, the main event: AVATAR.

The roadies came out and set up the stage for them with a very different setup than ANY of us expected. There was a projector screen blocking most of our view but we could see three mic stands set up in the front middle, the usual lights and drumset in the back, and then another drumset on stageright next to the microphones.

After many attemted Avatar chants and false alarms from the crew, the band came out. They all lined up, John at the front drumset, Henrik, Johannes, Jonas, and Tim in that order filled in the microphones set up. They all stood looking dead ahead, barely blinking, for a few moments of us screaming before jumping into the first two songs of the night, Colossus and Let it Burn. They performed Colossus without moving or smiling or anything, they looked like robots so so perfectly. They held the positions for what felt like a full minute or two with Henrik trying so so hard to not smile, I could see the corner of his mouth twitching. He looked so happy to be here the whole night!

The lights went down after those 2 songs and they took off the front drumset and changed the microphones back to the usual ones that they can kick up and spread them to give them all more space. When they did, a drumstick dropped on the ground and got left behind so a friend of mine got the venue staff to pick it up and hand it to her! She got a drum stick from Tallah, too I believe.

Next came SIlence in the Age of Apes, Bloody Angel, (Johannes said he thinks of all of us as his) Child (ren), and The Eagle Has Landed. This is where things started getting a LOT more intense in the crowd. I could feel the crowd moving more behind me in Apes so I could tell that there was a mosh pit that was at least starting out by then and by Bloody Angel, people were crowd surfing. At least one person per song would come crashing over us for the rest of the show and I didn’t really love it. I was scared the whole time a foot was gonna come crashing into my head or a staff member was gonna punch me in the nose AGAIN to keep me from getting a foot in the head. which yes, the dude full-on punched me in the nose to catch a foot that swerved away from my head and into the person in front of me instead. An adventure of a moment.

Everyone went off-stage for a few minutes except for Johannes who took a moment to greet us and thank us all for coming He was in his full glory the whole night, that cocky grin glued to his face and a manic joy in his eyes that was genuine happiness to be back in front of a crowd after so long. He gave us some kind of witty (but obvious if you know song names) intro into the next set of songs and the rest of the band came back out.

(Insert quirky pun her) Paint it Red, Secret Door, Swarm, Torn Apart. This was the period of time when I could barely keep my eyes off of Tim because he looked so giddy half the time. Either making faces to tease us or just looking around himself in amazement. More moshing pushing us around and crowd surfers kicking us in the head but oh-so amazing.

Then came the grand piano being carried on stage. No, it wasn’t actually a grand piano, it was a keyboard put into a wood frame to look like a shrunken down grand piano so it looked real but was able to be lifted by three or four people and carried on stage. Johannes sat down and seranaded us with Gun and I have not hated being in an American crowd so much before in my life. Every time I would start to get into the emotions of the song, someone would shout something hardly intelligible because they were so far away or it would be someone screaming “I LOVE AVATAR!” Made me so so so annoyed but Johannes was smiling so I tried to ignore it and let it go.

The piano was taken away and the rest of the band came back to perform Going Hunting. And lemme just tell you that it was an honor to be in the third ever audience to hear that song performed live. It hits all the right feels to kick ass live and at home so I hope people are loving it.

Johannes thanked us for tuning in and making their streamed Dream concerts happen in Avataruary. He said it gave them all a chance to reflect and think about the songs they haven’t performed in years, leading them to their self-titled album, leading us Deeper Down. This song was actually one I don’t know if I’ve listened to before, I’ve kind of stuck with the 4 albums I really like and haven’t branched out much. But it slaps hard.

Next it was time for us to worship our king. Everyone but Kungen left stage and he looked at us like we were ants beneath his feet, barely worthy of being acknowleged while the roadies came and changed his guitar and gave him his royal attire. Kungen slowly started playing the intro and Tim joined him, standing back to back and both of them looking gorgeous while everyone else slowly joined them on stage to build up A Statue of the King. They followed that with zero comments jumping immediately into The King Welcomes You to Avatar Country. Both of those songs are so effing hype that when they all just walked off stage after, I was shook.

I think this was when Johannes started getting a little sappy with us in his comment. He said they’d all agreed that they wouldn’t get emotional on us but he had to take a minute and thank us all for being back here with them. And the way he knows that we’re really back together is because even though we all look so different we all *snifs armpits* smell the same. We all Smell Like a Freakshow. I don’t know if it’s just me but it felt like we were all saving up energy for this song and went absolutely feral. I used up almost all the energy I had left so I just did the bare minumum for Wormhole right after. Moved just enough to avoid getting hit in the head with someone else’s head.

Then for what I think was only the second time all night, everybody went off stage. Every other time, Johannes has stuck around and chatted while the others were gone but he left too. They did a quick little outfit change behind the scenes I think, Johannes came back on with his overalls undone so clearly he was hot. And, you know, a warm temperature as well. Yup.

And just like that, as though 3 hours hadn’t passed since the first band started, it was time for the last song of the night. It was time to Hail the Apocalypse. This song is the only song I know for sure they performed the last time I saw them live and I feel like it only gets better the more I hear it. They could make a 10 minute version of it and I would still be asking for more.

They went off-stage for a second and everyone put down their instruments and came back without anything and just let us cheer for them. They gave us a little bow and then started saying thank you and waving good bye. I saw Tim say “I love you” at the crowd and I think John and Jonas both blew kisses at us.

And then it was over. They left the stage, the lights came up in the house, we all made sure everyone was okay from all the flying feet that came at us, and the venue staff told us it was time to go home. I had friends going the same way I was so I was able to keep the magic going for a little while longer before I started my journey home alone.

These guys are all so amazing and I am so lucky I got to fall in love with them the way I did. And I am so happy to have the friends I’ve made at this show and every other show I’ve been to. It was an amazing way to get back to concerts, starting it off with a bang. I have blisters, bruises, and sore everything but I would do it all again tonight if only I could. It is now time to start counting down the days till I follow Miyavi around for a week on tour in October!

THANK YOU FOR TAKING ME HUNTING, AVATAR! Glory to Our King!

The setlist was given to my my friend. All other photographs are taken by yours truly

#avatarmetal #johannes #john #henrik #tim #jonas #kungen #concerts #going hunting #avatar going hunting #magic sword #tallah

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Hello, could I request tendou with an S/O who never wears revealing clothing suddenly surprises him one day wearing a virgin killer sweater? Thank you!

I HAD TO SEARCH WHAT THE SWEATER YOU SPEAK OF WAS AND WHEN I SAW IT 😳😳😳😳🥵 WHEW BOYYYYYY—I SEE HOW IT GOT ITS NAME, BECAUSE FAM—

(Pictures below & I love Tendou so much HE’S SO FINE to me 💦like sir plssssssssssssss)

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Tendou Satori Seeing His S/O In A Virgin Killer Sweater For The First Time! 👕

(NSFW) 18+

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Tendou is the most supportive and motivational boyfriend in the world....everybody knows that

He’s literally always lifting you up (mentally and physically) and calling you cute and perfect

He loves the fact that you’re always fully covered because he doesn’t have to kill every guy who turns your way because he knows they’re only wishing you were naked, which was kind of better, if that makes sense

You have no reason to dress the way you do you just do because you like the style. If you can look sexy while fully clothed it was much more chic to you

And your man agreed that you looked sexy all the time in your turtle necks and lose high waisted boyfriend jeans >>>

One day you went to his apartment knowing your red headed baby was probably bouncing off the walls awaiting your arrival

You invited yourself over for the first time because you just finished a full spring cleaning at your apartment and your boyfriend’s could definitely use one too even though he was pretty clean

You packed a big bag of cleaning supplies and headed over to his place

Bby met you at your car and carried everything up for you, insisting on holding your hand with his free hand the entire trip to the 4th floor and swinging your linked hands

“Babe, you’re embarrassing me.” You try to hide your face behind your hair as a family looks at you two grown adults acting like 4-year-olds.

“Oh Y/N, where is your LOVE spirit hmmm???”

“In the house. Where no one can see us.” You said seriously and your boyfriend only started humming happily like you hadn’t said anything.

You both loved being in eachothers company

Your boyfriend’s infectiously overjoyed and odd personality was addicting and he knew it, despite what you said

15 minutes in, Satori had been trying to help you spring clean but he was doing the most trying to dance with you and name each dish so you ordered him to just sit on the couch until you were done

Your initial plan was to have him literally sit on the couch and stay out of your way anyway but he rarely if ever listened

You had to tell him again and again

He fought you on the not helping front but you promised him a reward when everything was complete if he did it and Satori LOVED rewards so he made friends with the couch and turned on the tv

Phew 😅

You put your hair up and opened all the windows in case of dust. you were about to put on your cleaning gloves when you realized you were still in your nice outfit

Luckily in your cleaning bag you packed an extra so you rummaged through the bag where you placed something you’d never ever wear, something you don’t care about because those are fine if they got destroyed with bleach

You find the random sweater that your bestie had gotten you for your birthday that you placed in there. She’s always trying to get you to spice up your wardrobe but you threaten to fight her when she does so now she just buys you things and puts them in your closet

You secretly wear them for paint night or spring cleaning days like today

Knowing you’d never wear something that shows so much skin on a regular day, you slipped it on. it’s a rather odd knit sweater with no sleeves and it fit almost like a short dress. It defied all fashion laws and you thought it was hideous:

Perfect!

While your boyfriend is watching television, you slip back on your gloves and begin with watering his plants

Your cute lanky boy was bobbing his head to some singer on The Voice, cheering his fave on like it was a sport

He jumped on the couch to sing along and dance to the show knowing good and well you hate when he does that because he has broken a lot of furniture that exact same way

“Satori! What did I—oh my goodness!”

Your boyfriend had turned to you mid jump when you yelled his name but because he saw you in the sexiest outfit ever made, he lost his footing and balance on the descent and fell fast to the floor.

“Oh my God!!” You dropped the empty plant watering pot you were holding and raced to your boyfriends side. His eyes were closed for dramatic effect and he was waving his hands in front of him as if he didn’t know that the reason he couldn’t see is because his eyes are closed.

“Satori, baby, are you okay?!” You pat him down to ensure no broken bones and you caress his face. He grimaced.

“My head.......I can’t seeeee.....owww.....”

Your boyfriend groaned with his eyes still closed.

“My poor Tendou! Did you hit your head on the floor?! How many fingers am I holding up?!” You held up four fingers in front of his face while you slipped your other hand under his head so that it was resting on something softer.

Your boyfriend shakes his head and shrugs, his face contorted in pain.

“Open your eyes and maybe you’ll see how many fingers, Satori.” 😑 you say, fighting an eye roll.

“I need.......a doctor..........it hurts to open my eyes!” He exclaimed, clutching his head.

Your heart dropped and your face fell, uber worried that your boyfriend had a serious concussion. “Please open them and try, baby. I need you to identify 3 things in this room and if you can’t then we will go to the hospital. 3 things for me baby, try.”

Tendo squinted his eyes open barely. “I see.....” he cringes and you clutch him tighter. Your heart was beating so fast. Satori moved his head in your hand, looking over at the fallen watering jug.

“I see.....jugs.” He said.

You let out the breath you had been holding in, so happy that your boyfriend was able to identify something correctly. This was a good sign. “Oh my God Satori baby I really thought I’d need to bring you to—wait. Jugs? As in the plural?? How many jugs do you see Satori?”

Your boyfriend shook his head in displeasure at your loud voice. “I see three.” He finished while clutching his head again.

Your internal panic returned. He must be seeing triple since that is a symptom of a serious concussion! This was bad.

“Okay, come on I’m calling Ushijima we are going to the hospital—“

Your spaced-out sounding boyfriend felt the need to elaborate on his answer. He was speaking so softly you had to lean in closer just so you could hear him. “I see one jug over there...” The red head used both his hands to double point to the jug you dropped across the room.

“And two more jugs................................................here.”

His pointing hands moved in a semi circle that you followed with your eyes in confusion, until they landed on your boobs when he said ‘here.’

Gapping at your boyfriend like a fish, you went silent. You looked down at his hands, to his now smiling and very alert face, back to his hands and then back to his face that gave you a wink.

YOU.

WERE.

GOING.

TO.

KILL.

HIM.

Seething, you took a deep breath,

“TENDO SATORI YOU ARE SO DEA——mmmm.”

You started to yell at him but you were stopped because your boyfriend began to massage your boobs in your sweater, knowing that was your utter weakness. You moaned and bit your lip, all the anger you had toward killing him relinquishing from your body and replaced by pleasure.

Your boyfriend smirked as he lifted to sit up on his butt. “Oh no. You cannot get mad at me, little lady.” He tsk-ed, ever the broadway actor. “I still fell because of you, so it’s really your fault, hmmmm?” Through your sweater Tendo pinched your newly hard nipples and flicked them. It felt so nice and soft with the cotton material touching your sensitive areoles but it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Do you even know what this sweater is, beautiful? What it does?” He looked into your lust filled eyes with even darker ones. You shook your head, pressing your boobs into his attentive, so attentive hands.

“Fuck me, of course you don’t.......” He looked you up and down and licked his lips as he went back to groping your boobs pleasurably. “It’s called a virgin killer sweater, you inexperienced princess.” He tweaked your nipples again and came in close to you to kiss up and down your neck. When he pulled back to see you again and saw that you were still in the sweater and not fully covered as always, his semi boner grew to full length.

“Oh, am I going to have fun with you....” Your boyfriend captured you in a heated kiss and slipped one of his hands between your legs to softly massage you through your panties.

When he pulled away you asked him while dizzy, “A what-a what sweater? Virgin? Murder? Huh?”

He chuckled darkly, moving his body so that he was on top of you and you were laying on the carpet. While on top of you he caressed your smooth exposed legs with his hand and then bent to their level so he could land kisses on your inner thighs.

“Legend has it,” he began between kisses as he covers your thighs in hickeys, “That if your girlfriend wears this sweater it automatically kills any virgin man because he would just have to make love to you after seeing you in it.....”

You sighed in pleasure as your boyfriend removed your panties. He always became so serious when it came to sex and it was a parallel to his jokester personality.

But you loved it, especially when he was kissing your inner thighs so close to your needy spot like a damn professsio—

“Oh my G-God Satori,” you moaned as you felt your boyfriend’s long, purposeful tongue lick you from one end of your slit to the other. You were drenched down there from the nipple attention he started with and your boyfriend moaned in satisfaction as he tasted you on his tongue. You arched your back because of the vibrations of his sound.

“S-Satori.... we-we’re on the gr-ground.....”

Ignoring you, your man made a “W” shape with his tongue and dove in, paying special attention to stimulating your clit by encircling it which made you tug on his red hair.

He pulled back to softly blow cool air on your clit and you almost pulled out your baby’s hair because how good it felt!!

“F-fuck—“ you moaned.

After blowing on it to make it cold he replaced it with his warm tongue as to shift you from cold to hot sensations. Your toes curled. He was incredible at oral sex and he knew it.

Your boyfriend reached a hand up the inside of your sweater and grabbed one of your bare boobs, massaging it the way you loved. Usually your boyfriend spread the foreplay out in long sections, using his key ‘cum right now’ techniques like the boob play, the blowing, the moaning on your vag and the “W” at different points to draw out your orgasm, but right now he was combining all of them at once just to turn you on. To make you beg for him now so he could fuck you sooner. He couldn’t wait already, and he knew just how to get you to the same place as him in arousal.

He’s smart.

“I-I need you now, Ten, please—“

You grip his hair trying to pull him up so his dick would replace his perfect tongue. You were about to cum. “I need you inside me now.”

Pinching your nipple and blowing on your clit one more time before sucking it into his mouth, letting it go slowly and then kissing you there (to which you screaaamed his name), Tendou looked up at you with a winning smile. “Oh, that is music to my ears, baby.”

He unbuckled his pants and removed them, along with his shirt.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tongue fuck you and tease you longer, my love. I had to pull out all the stops right away because I need to be inside you right now. You have no idea what seeing you in that sweater is doing to me, princess.” Fully naked in all his glory, you look down to see your boyfriends hard cock standing at full attention.

“Tendo, I don’t care it felt amazing. I-just put your dick inside me—“

He grinned, circling his dripping precum all over his long dick. He leaned forward on you so that he could use your vaginal juices as lubricant. He rubbed his length between your pussy lips back and forth slowly not entering you yet, groaning as he did so. He was teasing himself like no tomorrow in the process.

You bit your lip and shut your eyes tightly as your orgasm approached without him even being inside you yet. Him lubricating himself on you manually felt too great and your toes curled and your back arched as you screamed his name over and over, riding out your first orgasm of the night.

“Oh my God, Princess.....” Still rubbing his dick in between your soaked and sensitive lips, your boyfriend stared down at you the whole time, only a little surprised that you climaxed so early.

To Tendou, seeing you orgasm while wearing a virgin killer sweater was absolutely the hottest thing HE’S ever seen!

“Y/N you looked unbelievable cumming right now........ Fair warning that I’m not going to be able to pull out. Not today—“ using his hand he spreads your wetness on any area still left uncovered. He stared at your chest in the sweater. “This looks perfect on you......it highlights your every feature. Your tits, your hips, your legs? How did I get you?” His eyes twinkled because he was so proud for managing to court you that he was going to make sure you two enjoyed this.

“The moment I saw you in this sweater my mind told me to stick my dick inside you.... I don’t know. I—“ Satori groaned as he witnessed you spread your legs open for him, wrapping them around his waist, inviting him inside.

“Let the sweater work it’s magic then, Satori.” You coo impatiently. Your seductive voice went straight to his dick as it pulsated on your lips.

He was about to explain to you just how fucking sexy you looked laying splat on the floor, dressed in a virgin killer sweater, face looking as kinds of seductive, but he couldn’t wait any longer. You looked too hot. He guessed he’d just have to show you.

“Fuuuuuuck Y/N.......”

Satori moaned loudly as he pushed inside your gripping walls.

He lifted your sweater up a tad so he could see your naked hips and tugged you closer to him. He was sitting on his knees with your legs wrapped around him.

Satori took three, maybe four slow testing thrusts that made you shudder before he began pounding into your heat rhythmically. Your combined juices were probably making a mess on the floor but neither of you cared because it felt so fucking good. While you and Tendo have fucked before this time was different. Your boyfriend was pounding into you as if he had no control over it and you loved it. It was like he was put under some spell when the sweater came on and you would like to thank the Genie 🧞‍♂️ who sprinkled their magic on this sweater design because you were happily reaping the benefits of its powers.. You moaned so loudly the plants must have heard you.

“You.....can’t....wear.....this.....around....me.” said Ten, matching his words to his thrusts. Seeing you look so sexy being fucked by him dressed like this, Tendou felt his balls tighten. You felt extraordinary inside but the look of you alone was driving him to the edge.

“You.....look......too......fucking.....good.....”

He reached down to rub your clit with his skilled fingers, hoping you were going to come over the edge with him. You arched your back in that sweater when he touched you there and you took it upon yourself to bunch the sweater material between your boobs so that they were naked and free. Satori felt like he was going to pass out by how hot you looked.

“Fuck, princess. You’re so beautiful. I don’t know what’s happening. I can’t even last because you’re wearing this? Shit, I’m gonna—“ Still thrusting and massaging your clit a bit harder now, he reached up to roll your hard nipple between his fingers again with his the other hand.

HOLD UP CAUSE I NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YALL:

THIS RED HEADED SEX GOD HAD BOTH HIS HANDS BUSY STIMULATING YOU AND HE WAS STILL GIVING YOU LONG DEEP THRUSTS: He was a jack of all trades and you were here for it huntyyy!

Moaning like you’ve never moaned before, you screamed your boyfriends name.

Satori was already there but he just knew that you had to cum with him. He was a very giving lover and he always made sure you came before him during penetration, despite whether you came earlier due to his tongue or not. But, now......with you dressed like that.......he wasn’t prepared for how much more turned on he’d be and consequently how much faster his tidal wave of an orgasm would hit him.

It was YOU, and it was THAT FUCKING SWEATER—and then it was you IN that sweater—that made Satori go from playing a joke on you because he only caught a glimpse of you in that: to fucking you silly on the ground when he saw you fully. You in that sweater made him want to empty his balls deep inside your heat over and over every time you wore it until you decide to throw it out.

As you gripped him deep inside your hot box as you always did, the pleasure was enhanced for your boyfriend due to your sexiness in that sweater. It was Satori’s toes’ turn to curl as his head fell back because he couldn’t handle the maximized erotica of watching you AND fucking you.

“I’m.....going.....to........cum........so........fucking......much.... Y/N—“ he moaned sexily.

One more deep stroke was all it took for Tendo to release a 15-second long orgasm inside you. Of course, his orgasm and his deep moans triggered your second one and you also rode out the longest orgasm you’ve ever had.

Still inside you, Satori collapsed with his back leaning on the back of the couch. You moved so that you were straddling him and leaned the entire front of your body on his front. You both panted like you just ran two 50K marathons.

Still trying to catch your breath you said,

“Wow. You’ve never cum that long before, babe. So you mean to tell me that our usual mind blowing sex had another level?!” You ask incredulously as your boyfriend peppered kisses on your shoulder.

“You mean to tell me that I can make you feel even better just by wearing this?! I’m not taking this off then.”

Tendo who had oddly already caught his breath, stood up with you still in his arms. He was usually all up for cockwarming after sex but that would be a no-go right now when you were looking so delectable. His dick hardened inside you as he walked you both around to the other side of the couch.

“Be careful what you wish for, Y/N.” your gorgeous red head warned as he placed you down on the couch and started sucking on your neck. You moaned as Tendo’s length twitched inside you. “Because you’re still wearing it now, and one of the side effects of this sweater isn’t only longer... stronger.. orgasms—“ He pulled out to thrust deep inside you, earning a moan from you both. Ten was horny again. “—It’s also its ability to make your boyfriend want to go again, and again, and again.....”

#tendou satori #hq tendou #tendo satori x reader #hq smutt #hq boys #shiratorizawa #tendou satori x you #haikyuu boys #haikyuu!!#hq headcanons #haikyu headcannons #haikyuu headcanons #sexy tendou satori

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starrysupercell · 3 years

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Second paternal-centric piece, centered on the highly dramatic Graveyard Fam! The patchwork family <3

Do I put way too many serious thoughts in things? Maybe. But I am a storyteller.

Heavily headcanon based that I've mentioned before.

Warnings: mentions of formerly living in a toxic and neglectful environment, and a current abrasive and struggling relationship between Mortis and Frank.

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🧟‍♀️📱 Picture Perfect 🦇🎧

Emz awoke naturally, opening her eyes, and blinking away the sleep. She stared up at her ceiling blankly. What a good day's sleep!

She pulled her arm from the tightly wrapped blanket around her and slipped it under her pillow to grab her phone.

She held it above her face to replace the ceiling as the point of interest in her line of sight. It was around 1:30 pm. What have people talked about ever since she went to sleep earlier that morning?

She began to scroll through posts, ready to begin her morning regime of giving only a few hearts to a handful of posts, and maybe even one or two coveted comments from her. (It was best to leave them wanting more!)

However, she froze in her browsing when she quickly noticed a trend in today's posts. A long winded paragraph by some random of how lucky they were, a meme about single mothers, grilling pictures.

Oh, today was no day to lay in bed for half an hour before beginning her day! It was Father's Day. Emz twisted around, trying to roll out of her bedsheets.

"Ogh, stupid covers--!" She grumbled despite the fact that she loved twisting herself up in them. It helped her sleep at night.

The zombie rolled too far one way and gave a cut off yelp as she fell clean off the bed and landed on the ground painfully on her stomach. How embarrassing, she huffed, peeved. She slapped the ground in frustration and pushed herself up with the same palm. She sat on her knees and leaned on her bed, fixing her hair with her other hand. Okay, fail, but at least nobody saw that.

Absent-mindedly, the teen brought her phone up again and unlocked it fluidly. She scrolled through a few posts and ended up giving the first like of the day.

"Wait, no," She said, looking up. She had a plan for today and everything! Emz stood up and slipped her phone into her back pocket. First up, the gifts!

She bounded over to her closet and opened it. There they were. Two gift baskets for today. One for her Uncle, and one for Frank. Emz smiled. They were handmade of course, because premade goodie bags were absolutely lame!

As if she would settle for giving anything less than perfection. No, she hand picked what would go into each basket, decorated and placed it to be aesthetically pleasing, and wrapped it up with a gorgeous ribbon. She's even refrained about bragging about any of this online, to keep it absolutely secret. Man, was she just amazing or what? That was rhetorical, of course. She knew she was flawless already.

Like an instinct to survive, Emz had her phone out of her pocket and in front of her once more, camera open. She winked and stuck her tongue out with a smile, and took a picture. She grimaced.

Ugh, she had to go through her morning routine first and then take another picture afterwards. This was a terrible excuse for a selfie. With that thought in mind, Emz stretched properly, and strolled to her bathroom.

"Talk to me, Franklin. You know it's a mutual effort." Mortis said, poking Frank's cheek. He was leaning over the back of the couch where Frank was sitting at. The big guy tilted his head away with a grunt. His eyes were trained on the television as he tried his best to tune out the vampires.

"...Is this still about the dishes?" Mortis decided to guess since he refused to answer. "I'll have you know that I got started on them the other day. But then I got a call that simply couldn't go unanswered." Mortis paused and studied the lack of change in grump level in Frank. Okay. Maybe not that. "...If this is about my bats, I am not making them sleep outside. They like it in here. Only Robata likes it outside." Still no answer. Mortis tapped on his chin. What else could possibly be on his spouse's mind? It was already hard to believe that Franklin was mad at him, but he was just not budging in giving any hints. (Yet again!)

"Ugh," Frank grunted. "It's not just about the dishes or the bats." He started to explain quietly. Mortis leaned in attentively with a small smile on his face. Oh, it was such a rare treat now when Franklin opened up to him. Even if this was about an argument, Mortis adored the fact.

"It's about the fact that you still make excuses for your laziness." He finished.

Mortis frowned. Except for when he spouted spiteful lies and insults! "They aren't excuses! I'm telling you what happened. You know, you're not the only who lives here, Franklin. There's a thing called--"

"Good afternoon~!" Emz called out, stepping down the staircase with flourish.

Mortis ruffled Frank's hair and lowered his voice. "Hold that thought." With a pirouette, he shot a cheerful grin at Emz. "Poisoned Apple! Good afternoon!" The gravedigger greeted. Frank was annoyed, but he held up a hand to wave at Emz pleasantly. With his other hand, he turned the volume down on the show he was watching.

"Hi!" Emz said, stopping right before she reached the bottom. She was using the railing to hide the baskets. "You guys know what today is, right?"

"....Sunday?" Mortis questioned happily.

"I guess so, yeah," Emz said, "But beyond that."

Frank blinked and shook his head lightly.

"It's..." Emz paused for dramatic effect, and then lifted the baskets into view. "Father's Day! Look what I made!"

"Ooh," Mortis smiled, fangs glinting. He held his arms out as Emz walked forward to hand him his basket.

"This is for you and--" she moved on to Frank. "--this is for you!"

Mortis marveled at the items he could see, and turned it to see it from a different angle. The plastic wrap crinkled as he did this.

Frank smiled at her as she passed it over to him. With just a glance, he could already see some of his favorite things in there, he placed it aside and stood, prompting her for a hug as he walked around the sofa.

Emz was wrapped and lifted up in his large stature, pleasantly smiling. "I'm glad you both liked it." She laughed, muffled.

"Naturally," Mortis remarked, "Your craftsmanship is to die for!"

Emz was finally let go by Frank, landing on the floor. "Oh, tell me about it," she smirked. "I stayed up a couple of days ago finishing those up and they turned out perfectly!" She flipped her hair with an obvious flourish. "You can go on gushing," she said, only half jokingly as she brought out her phone to idly glance through any messages.

Mortis laughed in amusement. Frank smiled patiently. Emz was sharp around the edges, but she was endearingly so. As long as she didn't go too far...

"Oh, yeah!" She put her phone away. "You should both, like get dressed up. There's an event on the beach later on tonight, and I was thinking we could go out today. Like... my treat."

"You?" Mortis voiced for both he and Frank. "You have money?"

"Yeah? I save up. Don't you?" She asked haughtily. "Or do you just not want to go?"

Frank gave short laugh, and patted his stomach in jest. Mortis shrugged in amusement, catching on to Frank's joke. "Well, if you think you have enough for Frank, we'll be your guests, sweetheart."

"Oooh, futuristic," Mortis marveled, taking off the wide-brimmed hat he wore as the Trio walked inside. They were at the Zero-Gravity diner. It was a part of Starr Force's attractions.

A bored-looking feline straightened up in attention as the doors slid open. "Welcome, Civilians!" She greeted from her silvery podium. "Feeling low on energy? If you want to help out Colonel Ruffs in his quest against the Dark Lord, you should fill up while you've got the chance." She recited in character, "Luckily, you're safe here, and we've got plenty of foodstuffs that'll fill you up! So, how can I help you today?"

Emz scoffed. Did Kit not recognize them or something? "You could have skipped the spiel. Like, you know that we're Brawlers, right?"

The cat blinked slowly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Okay. What do you want then?"

"I've got a reservation for three, under Emz."

Kit shifted her focus to the high-tech screen right beside her. It was see through. From the perspective of the Graveyard Trio, the images, texts and buttons were flipped.

Kit pressed through a few buttons, navigating through menus, and then confirmed Emz's arrival. "Alright. If you'll follow me." She picked up three devices from her podium, and began to lead the way through the restaurant. Her tail swished as she walked along.

When they got to the table, Kit waited until they were seated and placed the devices in front of the three. "Press the blue button to activate your menus." She said.

Mortis pressed it, and a holographic screen flashed into view, akin to Kit's own screen at her podium. He laughed. "This is spectacular! We should add a horror-themed restaurant to our section. It would be a hit!" Mortis exclaimed. "What say you two?"

"Ooh, that'd be sooo cute! I can run it." Emz said.

Frank grunted, and pressed the menu button. It didn't spring to life like Mortis' did, so he pressed it again, and then once more even rougher. It broke under his strength.

"Oh," Kit reached over. "Sorry about that. You can hand me the pieces, and I'll get you a replacement menu. I'll be right back." Frank did so, a bit embarrassed.

As soon as Kit was out of earshot, Emz laughed. "Our place won't have cheap stuff like here though."

Mortis grinned. Frank was less than amused and gave a shrug. It was simply an accident, and they shouldn't be rude about it.

Kit returned and activated the device before handing it to Frank. "Here you go. While you look through that, what can I get for you to drink?" She asked, readying a tablet.

"I'll have a peach iced tea." Emz told Kit.

"I'll have a glass of Merlot." The mortician decided.

Great. Now he'd have to drive. Frank rolled his eyes, and looked through the sodas.

Mortis looked over at him. "What would you like, Franklin?"

After eyeing the selections, he pointed out his choice. Mortis made a face and looked at Kit. "He'll just have a Coke."

"Okay. I'll get that to you. A waiter will be right out to get the rest of your order." Kit said. She departed from the table.

Emz hummed and stood up. "I'll be right back. Remember- order whatever you want! I'm paying." She reminded, smoothing out the cute dress she wore and then walking off towards the restroom.

Mortis watched her go, and then moved aside the menu device.

"Okay, Franklin. Let's talk." he interlocked his fingers like this was a business deal.

Frank ignored him, swiping through the menu.

"This is a fancier restaraunt. Emz is treating us, and you can tell how important this is to her, can't you? I hope you do."

Mortis paused for any telling gesture or expression, but Franklin remained quiet. The mortician continued. "Well, it'd be great if you'd drop the pettiness, if only for tonight. This is between us, not Emz."

Frank glowered at Mortis. Pettiness? Him? The big guy shoved aside the device now. He was tired of Mortis' tone and habits and everything.

"Don't even think of causing a scene here, Franklin," Mortis tensed up. "Think about Emz!" Frank frowned.

"Here are your drinks, Sirs." the black cat returned. She either didn't notice or chose to ignore the quiet tension at the table as she put the drinks down and then left.

Frank grumpily put his face in his hand. "Fine. But you're being a dick." Frank said.

Mortis was offended. "How!?" He asked indignantly.

"Drinking without even asking me, nitpicking what I want, and those are on top of the bats and dishes. And I bet you're ready with some excuse now too." Frank listed.

Mortis clamped his mouth shut. He was going to point out that it was only one, and that plain old coke at a more fancy place, really? But, that would just prove Franklin right. "Well," he struggled on what to say for only a second before finding a string. "You always keep things to yourself! How am I supposed to guess what you're thinking? You wait and get mad and then out of the blue, you just attack me!"

Frank furrowed his brows and looked aside, feeling a bit guilty.

"Hey!" Emz arrived and sat down, and scooched up in her chair. "You guys are being an itty bitty loud, you know? I'm sure you don't want people staring."

"Uhh..." Mortis said. "I suppose not. So... Franklin." He said awkwardly, trying to think of some different topic. "I think... our Brawl Ball strategy should change." He sighed, disappointed in himself. How weak of a subject.

Emz was puzzled and looked like she wanted to say something. So, of course, she did voice her thoughts. "Weren't you guys talking about, like being mad or whatever?"

"No....?" Mortis said. "Nobody's mad here. Am I right, Franklin?"

"Uh. Yeah." The big guy shrugged.

Emz pursed her lips. "Right... So this afternoon too?"

Mortis gave a tight smile. "This afternoon?" He pretended.

Emz was merciless in completely demolishing this lie. "This morning, when I walked downstairs, Frank was on the couch with the T.V. on. It wasn't muted, even though you were beside him presumably chatting. That's some weirdo way to talk if you weren't mad at someone." She said, matter-of-factly. "You think I don't know body language?"

"...." Mortis was stunned. Frank laughed at the absurdity. She had guessed it perfectly!

Emz crossed her arms though. She waited for Frank's chuckle to die down. "So, what gives? You two are going to start lying to me all of a sudden?" She looked between the two, waiting impatiently for an answer.

".....No." Mortis said finally.

"Then?"

The vampire faltered. "It's just that... well, you know. The discussions Frank and I gave, ah, doesn't have to do with you? So... why involve you?" Mortis managed.

"Okay? But, like, why lie about it." She repeated. She had an inkling about it now, given both of their awkward glances and fidgets. Her sharp tone softened, and she sighed inaudibly. Guess it was sappy truth time.

She looked down at the table, focused on the closed menu device. "I know you two argue. Like. Duh. That's normal. And, I'm guessing that you want to pretend like everything's peachy because you don't want to remind me of... well, you know who already!" She shook her head. "But I'm okay, really. I actually wake up on my own and not from endless yelling, and I'm not picked up hours late from wherever because you never agreed on whose turn it is to pick me up.." Emz paused, feeling quite at unease from sharing this, but pushed through. This was just another step at breaking her own tough shell. "What I'm trying to say is, simply arguing isn't going to remind me of my 'parents.' You two are leagues better, okay? I know you actually care about me. So you dont have to lie to me. Bicker and argue all day until your jaws fall off. You wouldn't be my Uncle Mortis and Frank without it." She smiled up at them.

Mortis had his upper face covered, just about already to cry. "Emz... I don't know what to even say..."

Frank leaned to her and gave her a kiss on her head. "It means a lot, sweetheart..." he said genuinely. Maybe he still had things to learn... He glanced over at Mortis who happened to look up then from his heartfelt pause. "I think I speak for the both of us."

They exchanged a soft smile.

"How about a picture?" Emz asked as she held her phone up.

"That sounds grand," Mortis sighed contentedly. Frank nodded with a smile.

The graveyard family bunched in together to fit into Emz's screen that she held up for all of them. On their way to posing for the perfect picture, their glasses were knocked down. The mixture of the three drinks short-circuited the menus, stained the white tablecloth and started to drip on the floor. Kit was walking by at that moment to check on another table when she saw the damage. That troublemaking team. Her tail swished around dangerously. She pulled a communicator out of her pocket and held it up to talk into it. She never took her eyes off of the Graveyard Trio. "Colonel Ruffs. This is MerXanary Special Agent Kit. Over."

"Roger!" He answered. There were squeaks in the background. No doubt the new Private was fooling around.

"There's Brawlers here giving me trouble. I'm requesting backup at the Zero-Gravity Diner. I'm going in now. Over."

"Willco." Colonel Ruffs confirmed. Kit pocketed her radio transmitter, and readied to Brawl.

Emz's camera flashed, capturing the moment.

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After messing with an extraction chamber, the Doctor finds herself in a parallel universe. A universe where her long-lost loved ones are still alive. The initial joy for seeing them wears off quickly: these people are distorted versions of those she knew. In this world, down is up, up is down, and the Doctor finds herself looking into a mirror when she encounters the ruler of the Empire she accidentally trespassed in.

Welcome to the Mirrorverse. :D

Ship: River/Thirteen

Rating: M

Tags (let me know if anyone else wants in on this): @janewaymarco @mrsbasiqmikaelson

Chapter 1: Mirror Mirror

“River?“

The Doctor’s ears were ringing and she struggled to breath when she hit the ground. She felt like she was going to throw up. She had lost all sense of direction when she had been knocked over by a violent jolt. When she managed to open her eyes, she realised she was still in the same place she’d been before things had started going wrong. The sterile white of an extradition chamber on Gallifrey was blinding her, only increasing the throbbing headache developing between her temples.

“River?“ She said again, her voice weak. She rolled onto her side and then pushed herself up on all fours feeling unsteady. She looked around and the hope she had been holding on to faded away. She was alone still, it hadn’t worked. But why not? She had done everything exactly right, River should be here! But what about that jolt that had knocked her over? As she slowly regained control of her senses, she could feel that she wasn’t where she had been before. Geographically, yes but… She couldn’t have travelled in time, this felt like no ordinary displacement, this was violent, forceful, painful.

The Doctor clambered to her feet, wincing through the pain. It wasn’t localised, she just hurt all over, like every tiny molecule in her body revolted against being here. She was adjusting, but slowly.

Suddenly, there were voices outside and she froze. Gallifrey lay in ruins, it was a dead planet, the Master had seen to that. There should be no-one here but her. And she shouldn’t even have been here either, this whole venture had been a stupidly selfish idea. It didn’t seem to matter now, it hadn’t worked. Quite the contrary, something had gone very wrong and she was about to find out what.

Slowly, the Doctor made her way to the door but before she could reach it, the door was slammed open and she found herself staring at Yasmin Kahn. Only, she didn’t look like her Yaz at all and she was pointing a gun at her.

“What the hell is going on here? This area is off…“ Her harsh words died on her lips when she recognised her. “Emperor, I’m so sorry… We didn’t expect you back, what…“ She lowered her gun quickly, almost fearfully.

“Emperor?“ The Doctor echoed bewildered staring back at her in shock. Moments later, Ryan and Graham appeared behind her, their expressions as shocked as hers. They were all wearing some sort of uniform. Black leather, golden buckles, Gallifreyan symbols… each wearing a sword. “What’s going on here…“

“Your Excellence.“ Yaz struggled for words. “I’m sorry, we didn’t know it was you, we just received the alert, we assumed you were still on Sontar…“

“What?“ The Doctor took in her words but couldn’t make sense of them. “Yaz? Ryan? Graham? How did you get here? And what are you wearing?“ The three of them exchanged confused glances. “You’re not meant to be here, I left you on Earth… River… this should have worked.“ The Doctor looked back around the extraction chamber. What was happening here?

“Something is wrong here.“ Ryan whispered to the others, his voice low and distrusting, and Graham agreed:

“That can’t be…“

The Doctor looked back at them. She hardly recognised them like this. It wasn’t just the outfits or the ridiculous goatees Ryan and Graham were sporting, their expressions were hard and distrusting, any sort of joy and warmth was missing from their eyes.

“Emperor, we mean no disrespect but… why are you dressed like that? What happened.“ Yaz asked, treading lightly, almost afraid to question on the off-chance her gut feeling was off. Nevertheless, she tightened her grip around her gun again.

The Doctor was beginning to feel it now as her senses sharpened, acclimatising.

“No… no no no… that’s can’t be…“ She looked around, than down at her hands. “I haven’t travelled in time, I would have felt that… But how is that possible? What is this place?“ She took a breath, as if sampling the air. “It’s like everything… the particles vibrate at a different rate, is this a parallel universe?“ She looked back to the people in front of her that were definitely not her Fam. “I’m sorry, so sorry, but I don’t think I’m meant to be here.“

“Who are you? What are you talking about?“ All three of them pulled their guns on her now, accepting this was not the person they had presumed her to be. Something strange was happening.

“Right, okay, this might come as a bit of a shock… I’m not the person you think I am… I mean, I am, but perhaps a different version, I mean…“ The Doctor started rambling, struggling to explain. “I’m the Doctor and you’re Yasmin Kahn, Graham O’Brien and Ryan Sinclair, I…“ She took a step closer, holding her hands up to them, trying to somehow reassure them but it seemed to have the opposite effect. “We know each other, sort of…“

“What have you done with the Emperor?“ Graham spat, his expression one of deadly fury.

“I haven’t done anything, I… I think I was transported here by accident, I mean you no harm…“ The Doctor replied calmly.

“Seal off the corridor, no-one can know about this. Get her Majesty. Don’t send anyone else, go yourselves.“ Yaz snapped at the other two who quickly nodded and hurried off.

“Who are you?“ Yaz demanded to know. “Get on the ground!“

“Yaz, there is no need for this.“ The Doctor insisted but she could tell from the expression on Yaz’s face that she was deadly serious. Any attempt to reason with her was futile. So slowly, the Doctor got to her knees, placing her hands on the back of her head. Her hearts were starting to race, as the initial confusion and curiosity about it all wore off. It was replaced by a deep anxiety. What had happened to her sweet, kind group of friends? If she was right - and she usually was - these people were not her Fam, and she could tell already that she would do well to remember that. “There is another version of me here, right? You recognise me, only different? I’m the Doctor and in my universe, we’re friends Yaz, put the gun down.“ She repeated, almost pleading.

“How did you get in here?“ Yaz questioned, her demeanour unchanged.

“I told you, it was an accident.“ The Doctor insisted, why wouldn’t she believe her?

“Who are you working with?“ Yaz carried on.

“I’m not working with anyone!“ The Doctor retorted. Why would she be assuming that she was? What was going on in this place?

“What sort of a disguise is that, how do you look like…“ Yaz jabbed her gun at her.

“It’s not a disguise!“ The Doctor pleaded for her to believe her. “This is a different universe to mine, you must know that’s possible, if you’ve travelled with me like my Yaz has, I’m…“

“There hasn’t been a crossing in ages.“ They were interrupted and the Doctor’s eyes widened in shock. Ryan and Graham had carried out their orders and returned, they remained standing guard at the door, as River Song strolled into the room.

“What…“ The Doctor couldn’t find words. There she was, the object of her futile quest, alive and well. Maybe it had worked and she had crossed into this universe as well? The brief moment of hope, however, was quickly dashed when Yaz took a little bow, stepping aside.

“Your Majesty…“

“Put the gun down, Captain.“ River gave her a dismissive wave.

“Ma’am, I…“ Yaz didn’t seem to agree but her reluctant protest was greeted with utter disregard.

“It wasn’t a suggestion.“ River snapped and Yaz flinched, she quickly holstered her weapon. She stepped back, clasping her hands behind her back, every inch the obedient soldier. River’s attention remained wholly with the Doctor who was looking up at her in shock.

“Hello, Sweetie.“ River smirked. “What a delightful surprise.“

“River.“ The Doctor whispered when she finally found her voice. Of course it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that in this reality River was alive, but she hadn’t been prepared to come face to face with her.

“Show some respect.“ Yaz snapped at the Doctor but River waved off her protest almost amused.

“That’s quite alright, I imagine we know each other well in another life.“ She tilted her head looking down at the Doctor, seizing her up. The Doctor struggled for composure. She hadn’t seen her wife in such a long time, the look of her took her breath away. She was wearing a beautiful navy gown, expensive looking jewellery and very high heels. Sternly she had to remind herself that this wasn’t her River, and this place wasn’t where she was meant to be. As nice as seeing her was, she could tell, just like with the Fam, that she was a long way from the person she knew and loved. Something had gone wrong when she had used the extraction chamber and she had to find out what it was and find a way back.

“Please, River, there has been an accident. I’ve crossed over to what I think is a parallel universe to mine. I know you, all of you, versions of you. I just need to find a way back. You have to believe me.“ The Doctor hoped River at least would understand her. It appeared that in this universe she was close to their version of the Doctor as well. She couldn’t help the wave of jealousy she felt for knowing their Doctor still had her wife.

“I believe you.“ River said drawing her attention back to the present.

“You do?“ The Doctor didn’t know what to say, she hadn’t expected her to just agree.

“Of course, darling, you’re hardly the first but it has been a long long time.“ River answered.

“Then you must know how I can get back!“ The Doctor exclaimed in relief. She felt incredibly uncomfortable in this place. She didn’t belong here and her discomfort outweighed the terrible ache in her hearts she felt for seeing River again. As much as when wanted to just fling herself around her neck, something about her made her uneasy. She wasn’t her River. She could already tell this was not a universe she would like to spend any amount of time in, no matter how much she longed for the people in it.

“I’m afraid it’s not going to be as easy as all that. Once we learned there was a whole other universe out there, we’ve tried crossing over but with limited success. After a while we stopped trying and no more natural crossings happened. But now that you are here… Just wait till my wife gets home.“ River grinned with a sort of excitement that chilled the Doctor to the bone.

“Your wife… that’s me, right?“ The Doctor asked slowly and River started laughing in a way that was bound to set off the Doctor’s flight instincts.

“If you want to look at it that way… though I’m afraid you don’t compare.“ She chuckled, her voice condescending. “So what is it you call yourself?“

“What’s that supposed to mean?“ The Doctor frowned, bewildered. “I’m the Doctor.“

“The Doctor.“ River repeated clearly amused. “Of course.“

Before the Doctor could question her reaction, River turned back to Yaz who was waiting patiently.

“Take her to my quarters, make sure no-one sees her, no-one must know about this.“ She instructed and Yaz nodded quickly. “Has anyone else seen her?“

“No, no-one. I was us that found her, Ma’am.“ She answered, continuing to face forward.

“Good.“ River nodded. “I can trust you to keep this secret, can’t I, Captain?“

“Naturally.“ The captain nodded again. It didn’t seem to be enough assurance for River because she stepped closer to Yaz and carried on more threateningly:

“I don’t have to spell out to you what would happen if anyone found out about this?“

“No Ma’am.“ Yaz didn’t flinch but the Doctor noticed her tensing up.

“Very well.“ River went from threatening to cheerful in a heartbeat. The Doctor wanted to protest, she just wanted to try and find a way back but she didn’t get the opportunity. The Fam were on her in seconds throwing a bag over her head.

——

The Doctor stumbled over her own feet as she was being led through never ending corridors. She couldn’t see anything, she had to go by sounds. It was incredibly disorienting. Initially she had fought back and protested but she soon realised that there was no point when they had put handcuffs on her. Every now and then, there were voices, Gallifrey wasn’t deserted as it was in her universe.

“Seal off the entire wing, no-one gets in without my expressed permission.“ The Doctor could just about make out River’s voice and chanted acknowledgement from the Fam. She wasn’t sure if she should even refer to them as that, even in her head, it didn’t seem fitting. They appeared like some sort of honour guard… the uniform and the ceremonial swords certainly spoke to it. Her thoughts were interrupted when a heavy door closed behind them and her hearts picked up speed, the situation grew more threatening by the second. Yaz was pulling her along, her hand around her arm, squeezing a bit harder than perhaps necessary. She could here the tapping of River’s heels ahead. The tapping was starting to sound more hollow and echoey, as if the corridor opened into a bigger room with high ceilings.

“Flowers?“ The Doctor frowned to herself when the smell of all sorts of exquisite flowers took her over. It was the last thing she expected on Gallifrey.

“I have them brought from all over the universe, Gallifrey is so dull and orange, what’s life without a little beauty.“ River must have caught her words of surprise.

“You live on Gallifrey?“ The Doctor deduced.

“Gallifrey is the seat of power for all the known universe, where else would I be living?“

“Your Majesty, right, figures…“ The Doctor was slowly beginning to put the pieces together and she didn’t care for the outcome.

Another door opened and that’s when they came to a halt.

“Get out of that chair, Mother, she will not be pleased to find you in it again.“ River snapped, clearly annoyed.

“Well, it’s the most comfortable one in this hellhole.“ The Doctor was shocked when she recognised Amy’s voice, full of annoyance. It hardly sounded like her at all.

“You’re more than welcome to enjoy the other pleasures the palace has to offer.“ River sighed exasperated. “You don’t have to sit here waiting for something to happen.“

“I am bored!“ Amy shot back. “It’s about bloody time she gets back, we’ve not had any real fun in ages.“ There was a pause in which the Doctor presumed she had noticed her. “What are you up to.“

“Well, it is rather a bit complicated.“ There was excitement in River’s voice.

“Complicated sounds not boring.“ Amy observed and River went on:

“You can’t tell anyone about this.“

“Who are we going to tell? Everyone in this place is scared shitless of us.“ Rory. Rory was there too, his voice so foreign with the distaste in it.

“Until you turn your back, then they try and stab a knife in it.“ Amy sounded amused.

“Did someone try to kill you?“ River interjected quickly and the Doctor couldn’t believe the implicitness with which she stated that assumption.

“We dealt with it.“ Rory replied dismissively.

“I dealt with it, thank you very much.“ Amy interrupted.

“You know the Timelords really despise us being here.“ Rory pointed out. There was the faint noise of something being sharpened, like a rock against a blade.

“Why?“ River sighed, she sounded annoyed, as if they had had this conversation plenty of times before.

“Because we’re not like them.“ Rory said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re my parents…“ River pointed out and Amy cut in:

“They despise you too.“

“They can tell me that to my face and see what happens.“ River snapped. “They’re weak and I don’t care for their pathetic opinions. Their little Empire would be nothing without us.“

“Without her.“ Amy corrected her.

“Are you trying to make me cross?“ River bit back.

“I’m just reminding you of the facts, daughter, dearest. If it wasn’t for her undying love for you, we’d be a long way away from this place.“ Amy carried on.

“Is there a point to all this?“ River sighed, annoyed.

“The point is, I’M BORED! When is your wife coming home? This city grinds to a halt whenever she leaves. No games. No pillages. No wars without her say so, where is she?!“ It sounded like Amy had jumped to her feet, going off on a rant.

“Not back yet, off smashing that pesky uprising on Sontar…“ River replied thoroughly exasperated by this point.

“They keep trying, don’t they.“ Rory sounded amused. “Pathetic little potatoes, they’re just not made for combat, are they.“

“She could have taken us along at least.“ Amy sighed wistfully.

“And left the palace unattended? Who knows what sort of an assassination plot we’d come back to.“ River huffed.

“So what have we got here.“ Amy’s voice came closer and the Doctor tensed up a little, she tested the handcuffs on her back to see if she could get out of them but they were vastly more effective than the human equivalents that she was more adapt at breaking out of.

“Leave us and guard the door.“ River said and Yaz finally let got of the Doctor and stepped away. Without a word of warning, River pulled the hood off her head. The Doctor blinked, needing a moment to adjust. Amy came into focus first, staring back at the Doctor in disbelief. She was dressed in tight black jeans and tank top, her fiery red hair, wild and unruly.

“How is this possible.“ It was Rory that spoke first. He stopped sharpening his sword and leaned forward in his chair, his expression questioning yet stern. The Doctor wanted to say something, acknowledge them, as her friends, her former companions, two people she missed with all her hearts, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak. She was too uneasy about it all, this place was hostile and the more she learned about it, the more she knew she had to get away from here.

“This, Father dearest, is the Doctor.“ River smirked.

“The Doctor? Is that a joke?“ Amy looked to her daughter, than back to the Doctor, confused and somewhat unsettled. “It’s not…“

“Of course it’s not.“ River started laughing as if it was the most ridiculous thought in the world.

“Then how…“ Rory was as confused as his wife.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not even here!“ The Doctor burst out at last, having had enough. “I’m not meant to be here, I need to get back to…“ She tugged at her handcuffs. “Seriously, the joke is over, let me go and…“

“What you need to do is shut up.“ River interrupted her sharply.

“She’s from the other side.“ Amy realised. Of course she did, clever Amy, she was still clever.

“There hasn’t been a crossing in…“ Rory waved his hand, he couldn’t remember how long it had been. He got up and sheathed his sword before stepping closer.

“The universes have drifted too far apart for it to occur naturally anymore. But she has found a way.“ River explained crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“It was an accident, I need to find out what happened so I can get back.“ The Doctor retorted.

“Yes, you will, and when you do, you will show us just how to do that.“ River smirked and went on to explain with great amusement: “This galaxy, this universe, has become so boring, our Empire expands into the farthest reaches, hardly anyone dares stand up against us anymore.“

“So you want to cross into an alternate universe and conquer it? That’s insane.“ The Doctor exclaimed in shock.

“That’s the way we do things around here, Doctor.“ River smiled a predatory smile. She stepped a little closer and reached out to stroke her cheek. “I must say, you couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. You will be a great help.“ The Doctor flinched back, the way she was looking at her was making her want to run.

“For Gallifrey.“ Rory called in amusement.

“For the Time Lords.“ Amy joined him, laughing through it.

“You two shut up.“ River snapped, annoyed at their childish behaviour.

“So if you are her… you must know us in your reality?“ Amy asked, stepping up closer to the Doctor now. “What are we like? I’m curious.“

The Doctor didn’t answer, she averted her eyes. It was no great feat to disassociate them from her Amy and Rory, these were completely different people. But she still saw these faces, heard these voices and couldn’t help but think of them. Her Ponds. Kind, compassionate Rory. Brave, clever Amy. In her universe she had lost them and here they were alive and well, distorted copies of her dear friends. The pain cut deeper than she had thought possible. It wasn’t fair.

“What? Have you lost your voice?“ Amy smirked, obviously delighting in her discomfort.

“I’m just dying to find out more about this other universe.“ River chuckled, apparently having great fun with this as well. “What is she like? Your River?“

“Stop it.“ The Doctor protested half-heartedly, she didn’t want to speak about them, be reminded of all the ways they were different to the people she loved and feel the pain of their loss more deeply.

“When you’re asked a question, you better answer it.“ Rory snapped, pulling his sword on her for good measure. “You know, I only just sharpened this, I’m sure you can be just as useful minus a hand… might make you more cooperative…“

“What the hell is going on here?!“ A voice like ice cut the conversation short. Rory put his sword away disappointed and Amy took a step back while River’s expression brightened with joy. The Doctor looked around with a terrible sense of foreboding. She locked eyes with herself and a shiver ran down her spine. The other Doctor raised her eyebrows, if she was shocked, she hid it well. Slamming the door shut behind herself, she slowly circled around looking her up and down while the Doctor did the same: Same face, slender frame and blonde cropped hair, but an expression of bemusement and intrigue on her face that the Doctor didn’t think herself capable of. She was dressed almost all in black: tight jeans, heavy boots, a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Yellow braces like the Doctor’s were the only splash of colour on her, apart from the red on her hands and forearms that looked a lot like blood.

“Welcome home, Sweetie.“ River grinned at her wife. “I have got a present for you.“

“I can see that.“ Her voice was soft, low and thoughtful and it was incredibly unsettling. It was almost as if she was already planning what to do with her.

“Emperor.“ Rory greeted his daughter-in-law more respectfully and handed her a towel for her hands.

“So what are we going to do with her?“ Amy burst out with excitement.

“Will you just let me get in the door?“ The Emperor, as she seemed to like to call herself, snarled in annoyance as she wiped her hands. The Doctor watched, deeply unsettled, that was definitely blood.

“Well, it has been ages since…“ Amy was starting again and quickly realised she shouldn’t have.

“Out, just get OUT!“ The Emperor’s temper was quick. “Can I not get a moment’s peace and quiet in this place?!“

“Fine.“ Amy rolled her eyes and waved for Rory to come along, she shot a brief glance to River who nodded, encouraging them to get a move on.

“Emperor.“ The Ponds gave her a nod, minding their manners, as they departed.

“Welcome home, Darling.“ River turned to her wife with a smile that was utterly heartfelt and genuinely. For the Doctor it was the most startling thing yet: An abrupt change from the over exaggerated cruelty and theatrics she’d seen so far. Her River used to look at her that way too… The two of them seemed to completely forget she was even there when the Emperor pulled her wife into a passionate kiss. She pushed her hand into her hair and pulled her close with the other. River kissed her back with equal fervour and moaned with delight when her wife’s hand moved lower, groped her arse and then dug her finger into her hip. “I’ve missed you.“

The Doctor looked away, she couldn’t watch this. She looked to the door, she knew there were guards outside it, she had seen them when Amy and Rory had left. The handcuffs were starting to dig into her wrists as she kept pulling against them. There was no obvious way out.

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soft--dragon · 4 years

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Home Again

Five is still figuring out how to adjust to his new body and new life, surrounded by real people who cared

In which the Umbrella fam is worried about Five, and Five gets the damn hug he needs

Cursing (I wish I could say it was minor, but this is Five and his chaotic siblings were talking about here)

Don’t really know where this is set, sometime during season 1, I had an idea so I just wrote it (Vanya isn’t in this though she’s every bit deserving to be in the Umbrella Family as the rest of them)

Enjoy

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Five knew it wasn’t going to be a good day.

It was a feeling that settled in his gut the longer the day dragged on. He jumped from his room to the kitchen, startling Klaus, and probably Ben who Five assumed was close by.

Klaus quickly got over his momentary shock, blinking a few times, taking in the bags under Five’s eyes and slump in his posture.

“You look like shit dude.”

It was a blunt statement from Klaus, one that deserved an equally blunt retort from Five. “Fuck off.”

The smallest of the Umbrella Academy dumped the contents of the coffee pot into a mug, taking a large gulp of the dark, rich liquid. He sighed at the familiar taste, swirling the half of the remainder before downing that too. Klaus visibly recoiled, eyebrows shooting to his hairline.

“Five, you might want to take it easy on the coffee, you’re in a body that isn’t built to hold that much caffeine.”

“That’s rich coming from the guy that’s killing himself with drugs and alcohol” Five bit back, eyes narrowing at his brother.

Klaus quickly raised his hands in surrender, hoping it might relax the riled boy in front of him. “Calm down Five, I was just-”

Five jumped before he could finish the sentence, taking what remained in the coffee pot with him.

“....That...could’ve gone better” Ben said from where he was sitting on the dining table, a contemplative look on his face.

“Yeah no shit genius” Klaus grumbled, crossing his arms firmly. “But at least he didn’t stab me.”

“Diego’s more likely to do that than Five, Klaus.”

“Fair point.”

Ben turned to look at where Five had disappeared, anxiety prickled at his skin. Something wasn’t right with his baby brother.

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Allison wasn’t phased when she heard a loud thump close to her room. In this household, random noises were entirely normal. This was a mansion with six supernatural people, plus a mom robot and a advanced chimpanzee.

But what sounded like glass breaking and a hissed curse made Allison stand and move to the door. What she found, wasn’t what she expected.

Five was kneeling on the floor, rubbing his head and glaring daggers at the shards of glass surrounding him. The carpet was stained with what smelled like coffee.

“Five?”

The boy’s glare snapped up to Allison who had the sense to not react lest she agitate him further. Five was like a feral cat sometimes, had to be slow and unthreatening for him to give you the slightest sign of trust.

She leaned against the doorway, trying to appear casual. “You alright?”

“Fine.” The reply was curt and rough, like Five was trying not to let too much emotion slip out.

“Need a hand cleaning that up?”

“No, I’m more than capable Allison.”

“I know you are, I was just offering to help-”

Five hissed another curse and with a blink of light, he was gone again. Leaving Allison confused and a little hurt in his wake.

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It wasn’t a smooth jump.

Five stumbled over his feet, similar to outside Allison’s room where he dropped the coffee pot. He almost face planted, but managed to catch himself on a nearby desk.

“Jesus Christ Five!”

The shout made him start, leaping into a defensive stance, almost snarling like an animal. His gaze fell on Diego lying on his bed. He was clutching his chest and a knife tightly, breathing rapidly. Probably coming down from the momentary adrenaline rush of fright.

“Why the hell are you in my room!?” Diego asked, but there was no real heat behind his words, mostly confusion.

Five didn’t pick up on the lack of venom, instead challenging the question with his own spiteful words.. “I didn’t do it on purpose asshole!” He snapped, gripping the desk tighter when he felt himself tether on his feet.

Diego must’ve seen it cause he sat up, putting the knife down. His usual glare being replaced by raised eyebrows and worried eyes. “Five, you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine! Why does everyone keep asking me that?!”

Diego’s worry disappeared in a split second at the sharp retort. He glared back in response, feeling his anger rise like a wild fire. “Because we care? Don’t know why we bother though, seeing as you piss on every attempt of basic emotion we give you.”

Five flinched back, gritting his teeth to ignore the pain that sentence gave him, but good god did it sting. He blinked away before Diego saw how much that statement hurt. He refused to show weakness.

But Deigo had seen it. Guilt and regret pooled into his stomach, staring at the spot where Five has just been. “Damn it” he hissed to himself, pinching the skin between his eyes.

Five hadn’t had proper company throughout his years in the apocalypse. He was relearning the ropes of socialising with his family. And adjusting to life in general.

Deigo sagged onto his bed, gripping his knife like a life line.

Why did he never think before speaking?

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Luther was probably the very last person Five wanted to see right now. And to make matters worse, he was accompanied by Pogo and Grace.

The universe seemed to love kicking him when he was down.

The trio looked over when Five blinked into existence, close to falling down again due to his exhaustion of late nights and constant jumping.

“Oh hello sweetie” Grace smiled pleasantly, though concern shone through her robotic features at Five’s state. “Are you al-?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine” Five cut her off, waving a hand in their general direction. He needed to jump again. Away from people for awhile.

“Master Five” Pogo spoke up. “You seem exhausted?”

“Late night Pogo” Five replied shortly, hoping he’d be satisfied with the answer and leave him alone. He went to leave the room when a strong, yet gentle grip caught his upper arm.

It didn’t matter to Five that it was gentle. The fact was, it was still a grip.

He swung round in barely contained panic, throwing a fist. It slammed against Luther’s jaw. Though it barely making the bulkier man shift, the look on his face said everything Five knew Luther was feeling.

Shock, concern, anger, maybe even fear.

He jumped for a fourth time, leaving Luther, Pogo and Grace behind in varying levels of distress.

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Five hit the ground again, almost screaming every foul word he knew right then and there in frustration. He wasn’t trying to be a dick. Honest to god he wasn’t. But his siblings were just so- so....caring. He wasn’t used to it, he wasn’t used to having others around, except Dolores.

They all wanted to help him. He suspected it was because of his form, he looked so vulnerable that they felt a need to protect and help him any way they could. It was kinda sweet really, but so incredibly forgein to him. He reacted the only way he knew how. With anger.

It was the only emotion he had been feeling these days. Anger at himself for screwing up the equation that got him stuck like this. Anger that he wasn’t able to save his family from the apocalypse. Anger because he wasn’t damn smart enough to figure out how to save the world.

Horror swirled in Five’s gut when his vision became blurred, the tears slipping from his eyes and onto the carpet. He swiped a furious arm across his eyes but it did nothing to stem the flow. He scrambled to his feet, running down the hall. He had to get to his room. If he got there, he could hide, and the others would never know he was crying.

Why couldn’t he jump? His mind was muddled. He couldn’t see. He could barely breathe.

He slammed into something solid. He would’ve fallen to the ground if a tender hold to his arms didn’t stop him. He could hear someone talking, but he couldn’t place them. It was all too much right now. All he could see was ash, taste it on his tongue, feel it on his skin.

He screamed, not knowing what else to do, tears streaming down his face. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, everyhing was too damn loud.

But then he felt...warm? It was like a heavy blanket had been put around his shoulders. He clung into the source of the warmth, desperately to not let it go. To not back to the freak show he’d been forced to live with for 45 years.

“...ive! Five you’re okay, please just breathe for me, breathe you can do it.”

He knew that voice, he knew it. It wasn’t Dolores, it couldn’t have been Reginald he was dead-

“Five please, please just breathe.”

Five complied, trying to draw in air but coughing when he couldn’t get in a full breath.

“That’s it buddy, you’re doing so good, come on, in and out.”

Five tried again, fingers digging into a soft material.

“You’ve got it, you’re doing great Five.”

Five drew in another breath, feeling his head clear. He pitched forward heavily, being caught by a sturdy figure.

“Good job Five” a soft voice murmured praisingly. “I’m proud of you.”

Five blinked a few times, the tears in his eyes not fully receding. Above him was black hair, kind eyes and a soft smile.

“B-Ben?”

The ghost smiled wider, gently squeezing Five’s arms in confirmation. “Yeah, feel better now bud? Got it out of your system?”

Five’s hesitated then his head fell against his brother’s collarbone, sniffing. “Yeah...”

“You wanna tell me what triggered it?”

Five’s fist clenched Ben’s jacket tighter. “Memories” he mumbled.

Ben nodded his understanding. They stayed like that for awhile, Ben holding his little brother tightly to his chest, rubbing his back comfortingly. It felt nice, but Five’s anxiety wouldn’t stop spiking.

“I’m scared Ben...”

The small, unsure voice that spoke broke Ben’s heart. He squeezed Five tighter to him. Wishing he could take away all the pain and fear Five had to deal with during his time in the apocalypse. Take that away and give him his childhood back. See the boy laugh with a sparkle in his eye like he used to when they were all young. He dropped a kiss into Five’s hair, resting his head atop his smaller brother’s.

“I know” he murmured, “and I’m sorry you had to be alone for so long. I’m so sorry Five.”

The pair stood, arms wrapped around each other for a long time. Ben lost track of the minutes that went by. Though he did notice Five was getting steadily heavier in his arms. When he looked down, the boy was out.

Ben shook his head fondly, lifting Five into his arms. He paused for a moment. Had he always been this light? Ben couldn’t remember Five ever feeling so...small.

He shook off the surprise, carrying his sibling to Five’s room, gently easing him onto the bed. He sat on the edge, watching Five sleep, taking in how young he looked, but aware of how old he was. Having seen death and destruction at every turn. Years spent in solitude, forced to survive in a barren wasteland for years. It was horrid of think about.

Ben’s hand phased out of reality for a moment as he brushed it through his brother’s hair. Five nuzzled into the touch, eyebrows finally relaxing and giving him a look of peace.

“Sleep well Five” Ben murmured. “Your family will be here when you wake up, I promise.”

#ben #klaus #allison #five #ptsd #fanfic #the umbrella academy #tua #luther #diego #pogo #grace #i am so sorry five #angst #hoo boy is angst a thing in this #ben is best bro #my fanfic

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whittakerjodie · 4 years

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Blast from the Past ( 13th Doctor X Reader )

Summary: The reader loves the TARDIS wardrobe. The space-time machine loves you too! and the Doctor. and the two of you together. So she decides to help things along by recommending some old iconic pieces for you to wear.

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The TARDIS, although silent, was incredibly sentient. She had a personality, just like most other living things. A lot of the time, she was quite the jokester.

An idea came to the space-time machine after the 'Kerblam' mans visit. After the Doctor had enthusiastically put her new fez one, you had asked to try it on for yourself. The TARDIS knew her pilot, inside and out. There was no mistaking the blush that covered her new face when you'd worn the iconic hat.

After that, the wardrobe in your room started to mysteriously offer up signature pieces from the Doctors past- not that you were aware of their significance.

Having access to any clothing in the universe was a gift you couldn't ignore. Every adventure, you would change your outfit to fit the time period or current mood. The TARDIS always seemed to know exactly what you wanted and occasionally added something unexpected. It always worked, though, so you never complained.

One day, you were traveling to a frozen planet for some light ice skating. You entered the wardrobe and saw a thick coat and heated gloves waiting for you. Along with them was an incredible knitted scarf. There was a multitude of colors present in horizontal stripes along the scarf. It didn't seem like something you would initially pick out, but it went well with your coat and was exceptionally comfortable. Satisfied and bundled, you made your way into the console room.

The Doctor was pushing random levers and buttons, her back turned to you. The Fam was off to the side, also bundled and listening to whatever the Doctor was rambling about. Yaz gave you a small wave as she put on her gloves and the Doctor turned to say hi.

As she did, though, her face went slack and her eyes widened. You laughed nervously, hands fidgeting with the ends of the scarf. Why was she looking at you like that? You felt a little embarrassed. Would the TARDIS really have suggested it if it looked bad on you?

"Everything alright, Doctor?" You asked. The fam shared your confused look, not knowing why the Doctor was acting that way.

As if she'd been slapped upside the head, the Doctor jumped up and quickly switched back to the console, muttering to herself.

"What was that, Doc?" Graham asked.

"Nothing, nothing at all. Anyway! Frozen lakes of Isroth, most solid green ice known to man..."

You avoided the other companions gazes, trying to think of what was wrong. In the end, when you and the Doctor had ended up skating near each other, you asked her what it was. She avoided the main point of the question, but assured you that everything was alright.

"It suits you" She murmured. "That's all" Then she swiftly skated away, leaving you to decipher any possible undertones from what she'd said.

Your next adventure was to the 1950's. You were hesitant to use the TARDIS wardrobe after the last awkward encounter with the Doctor, but you didn't have any other option; Unless the Doctor wanted to take you home for a bit. The time period was part of Yaz's requests to visit all the eras in the 20th century. She suggested all the girls dress up in the iconic poodle skirts, but the TARDIS had a different idea.

The first (and only thing) you saw in the wardrobe was a leather jacket. You stared at it for a moment, but figuring it fit the theme, put it on without question. You felt an odd tinge of familiarity. It was warm and smelled of old books and other mechanical scents you couldn't strictly identify. Either way, you felt extremely comfortable in it. It was like it was... home.

There was a knock on your door and you stepped out to see the Doctor walking back towards the console room. She was fast, so you jogged a little bit to keep up with her. When you matched her speed, you playfully bumped her on the shoulder.

"D'you like it?" You asked. She looked over, and her mouth fell open.

"Where'd you get that?" She demanded. You both stopped walking and she gripped the lapels of the jacket tightly, looking you over in shock.

"Doctor, you're doing it again!" You cried. You couldn't help the way your heart rate increased as her eyes and hands scanned your body. Nervously, you whispered. "Doctor?"

She took a step back. You eyes widened at how red her face was. Was she mad? or....?

"Sorry. It's fine. I'm fine." She turned and stomped off. You hugged the coat closer to your chest, cursing the TARDIS for making things weird. Again. Over the course of the day, you'd catch the Doctor staring at your until your eyes met and once again, she shut herself off from you.

When the adventure kicked into high gear, you found yourself, Yaz, and the Doctor stuck together while the Doctor fidgeted with the circuitry of a deep fryer. Solutions with the Doctor were always weird.

"Love the jacket, Y/n, even if you didn't listen to me" Yaz said. The two of you were leaning against the restaurant counter, letting the Doctor have her moment. You beamed at the compliment, nodding.

"Thanks Yaz! it's so comfortable... I might have to wear it more often."

"You should" came the Doctors barely-audible whisper.

"What's that?" Yaz asked loudly. You watched the timelord tense. She pulled a pair of goggles out of her pocket and put them on, as if trying to hide her face.

"I just... think it suits you" She grumbled, tinkering with the wires. "You should wear it more."

Your face warmed. After a day of cold awkwardness, here you were receiving two compliments. One from your best friend and the other from your favorite person in the whole universe. You certainly felt more confident in the jacket now. Sexy, almost.

Follow the Doctors orders, your mind told you, and you did. You wore the jacket on nearly every adventure afterward, blushing every time the Doctors eyes skimmed your form. Yaz laughed every time she observed these odd staring matches. One day, she made the recommendation that you flaunt it.

"What d'you mean?"

"Well you could adjust it or... maybe ask the Doctor if it matches the rest of your outfit? Anything that will draw attention to it"

The idea of flirting with the Doctor was terrifying. You missed several chances to follow Yaz's advice before you made a habit of fidgeting with the jacket in the Doctors presence. On one particular day, you'd gone a little overboard and the Doctor snapped mid-sentence asking,

"Are you cold or something?" You shared a brief look with the amused Yaz and avoided Graham and Ryans confused stare. A great deal of heat crossed your cheeks.

"Uh yeah, a little bit" You lied, covering your tracks. Her eyes skimmed over you again before she began promptly removing her own jacket.

"Take it off"

"Pardon?" You shrieked. Yaz was gaping, elbowing Ryan.

"My coats warmer" She stated. You slipped the leather jacket off and shakily handed it to her as she draped hers over your shoulders. It was warmer, and you shuddered against the fabric. You pushed your arms through and tried to keep your heart beating- it nearly stopped when you saw the Doctor replace her missing garment with the leather jacket. She looked good.

The two of you stared at each other for a long while, and you relished in her own blush. Finally, Ryan broke the spell.

"Doctor...?"

"oh yeh!" she was back into action, saving the day again. Yaz and Graham both gave you a thumbs up and you felt the sudden urge to hid yourself in the hood.

The rest of the adventure flew by without you contributing much. You were much too distracted by the warm jacket caressing you. How could you take it off? Even days later, Yaz would bring it up and tease you. You almost didn't realize that the Doctor forgot to give you the leather jacket back; it'd disappeared.

You were back to changing outfits every adventure. You were travelling to a party planet, and you knew a dress wasn't recommended for the inevitable running. the TARDIS gave you a suit, with a string of fabric next to it. It wasn't a regular tie... a bow tie, perhaps? You put it around your next and used your phone to figure out how to tie it. It'd been nearly 30 minutes and you couldn't, for the life of you, figure it out. Frustrated, you stomped into the console room where the Doctor was waiting. The rest of the fam was still getting ready.

She raised an eyebrow at your expression and you held up the bow tie in a fist.

"How the hell do you do this? Will you help me?"

She nodded, crossing the room to stand in front of you. She glanced over the bow tie and her cheeks went read. Every nerve in your body sparked at the sudden closeness and you set the bow tie in her hand carefully. You watched as she set the tie in place, holding your breath.

"Can I ask where you found this?" She whispered.

"the TARDIS wardrobe. That's where I've been getting all of my outfits recently"

She met your eye, hands pausing against your chest. You searched her eyes for the purpose of her question. How could she not know where you were getting all of your clothes?

"Silly box" She murmured. You were going to press further when her hands started to go to work, perfectly tying the bow tie. She was so close. Surely, if you leaned forward just a bit, you lips could meet. Would they be as soft as your hands? as warm as her jacket?

"All finished" She said quietly. She didn't step away. Instead, her eyes fluttered up to yours, hands landing on your shoulders. "It looks good on you. Brilliant"

Her voice was low and breathy, and you could swear she was getting closer.

"T-thanks" You whimpered. One small movement and you could kiss her. Do it, a voice whispered in your mind. "Doctor, could I-?"

"Look at this" Ryan cried from the doorway. "Proper jame's bond, look at it" The Doctor jumped back from you, eyes wide. Your lips, parted in hopes of a kiss, turned into a frown. So close.

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The inevitable running had been from a group of highly trained assassins. You and the Doctor had gotten separated from the fam and in an effort to hide from the snipers, hid in a closet together. It was working fine, until you discovered that something was blocking the door and you couldn't get out. The Doctor sent a message to Yaz, and now you were both sitting against the wall in wait.

"You look nice." The Doctor said. You raised a brow. It was pitch black; neither of you could see anything.

"Yeah?" You asked. You turned towards her voice, trying to make out her shape in the dark. "I like it too. The TARDIS has good fashion sense. I do miss that leather jacket, though, what did you end up doing with it?"

"well... I took it back, I suppose"

Oh?

"Back?!?" You cried. Shock washed over you. It was hers?

"Yes, back" She replied. She was silent for a moment, then continued. " I could take that bow tie back, too. or the scarf, or the vest that you wore 2 weeks ago. "

"Wait- those were all yours? Why would the TARDIS give me your clothes?" You gasped at the last part, blushing furiously. Had you really been wearing your crushes clothes this entire time?

"Well.. helping things along, I suppose" Her voice sounded closer, and you realized you could feel her breath against your cheek. You leaned forward instinctively.

"Helping what?" Her breath was on your lips now, like it was hours earlier. Before she could answer you took your chance, closing the gap. She tensed against your lips and you pulled away, heart pounding.

"You missed. bit easy in the dark though, here." Her hands tilted your face upward and you shut your eyes as she initiated another kiss. You hummed into her mouth, cupping her face in return. Her lips were impossibly soft, and a thousand times warmer than any jacket the universe could conjure up.

You kissed her again and again, throwing aside all other worries such as breathing. Her hand moved down to you neck and you gasped as her tongue swiped over your lip, letting her in eagerly. The bow tie slipped from it's place around your neck and you reached for it, panting as her lips left yours.

"What're you doing?" You asked.

"Taking it back"

Her hand slipped into yours, pulling you up from the ground just as yelling began outside.

"You can have it back later" Her lips pressed against yours one last time, sighing into them. She stepped away as Ryan knocked on the door, moving the obstacle away. You reached for her again but didn't know where she was in the dark. She began giving Ryan instructions as you swirled around, trying to find her again. Oh, well, there was always later.

#13th doctor x reader #13th doctor #13th doctor imagine #doctor who #doctor who imagine

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foxcantswim · 4 years

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Timeless Jealousy

13th Doctor x Reader https://archiveofourown.org/works/22981072

A/N: Apologies if this idea has already been done! I also understand that this episode is set in the 1800s... So I can't promise that everything fits in with this time period.

Reader gets jealous after seeing Byron flirt with the Doctor...

-x-

You knew what Byron was playing at. And you didn't like it. Not. One. Bit.

You refused to dance, watching the Doctor and Byron getting just a little bit too close. You gritted your teeth, fists clenching.

"So... that was marvelous. Is anyone up for, I don't know, I'm spit-balling here, how about writing the most gruesome, spine-chilling ghost story of all time?" the Doctor quickly stopped the dancing, wanting to get straight down to business.

Yaz had come over to make sure you were okay, you nodded and assured her that you were fine. You both headed over to the Doctor. The Doctor began to speak, but your thoughts managed to drown out the Time Lord's words. You were focused on Byron who was on the other side of the room.

"Excuse me, Doctor. You broke a rule. Next, you'll be snogging Byron," Yaz stated. That made you flinch slightly. Just the thought made your blood boil.

"I was trying to get them back on track. Something's wrong here. This night, Byron challenges Mary, Polidori and Percy Shelley to come up with a ghost story-" the Doctor spoke. You caught onto Byron, he had been glancing at the Doctor every now and then.

Yaz nudged you to break you away from your stare, "Keep an eye on 'em," she said to you as the Doctor made her way over to Byron, "You and I both know how Byron can get."

She knew about your little crush on the Doctor. Well... 'Little' is an understatement. You decided to deny your crush again, "I don't need to keep an eye on them. The Doc can do what she want-"

"Shut up, (Y/N)," she rolled her eyes, "No matter how much you deny it, anyone can see it."

Well, the Doctor can't see it. Always so oblivious.

Yaz's eyes drifted towards the door, "Don't worry. You two will be fine," she assured before giving you a comforting pat on your shoulder, she then went to leave the room.

-x-

You tried to focus on the sound of the sonic screwdriver, anything to divert your attention away from Byron.

"She walks in beauty, like the night," Byron muttered.

The Doctor continued, "Of cloudless climes and starry skies."

"I'm intensely flattered you're familiar with my work, Mrs Doctor..." Byron grinned. You glared.

"Just Doctor is fine. I'm quite into Shelley's stuff too. He about?" she replied. The tension in the room was thick, and you were the cause of it. You were giving off a slight threatening energy which Byron had clocked onto. He knew that he infuriated you. And he decided to continue.

"(Y/N)?" the Doctor questioned.

Your attention quickly moved from Byron to her, "Y-Yeah?"

She stepped closer, a look of concern clearly present within her eyes, "You haven't spoken much today. Everything all right?"

You nodded, "I'm fine. Well... As fine as I can be in a place like this," you stated as a shiver ran up your spine.

"You sure?" she said, clearly not convinced.

Nodding again, "Cross my heart."

She shook her head, not accepting that answer. Stepping forward, she caught you off guard and grabbed your hand, "Give us a minute," she looked at Byron.

He gave a questionable look before standing aside. The Doctor dragged you out the room and into the hallway. She quickly released your hand before retrieving her sonic screwdriver. She stood close and began to scan you, practically backing you into a wall, "You've been off since we arrived..." she said as a red tint graced your cheeks. The Doctor then shone the sonic into your eyes, trying to get any sort of reading.

"Tryin' to blind me there, Doc?" you squinted, trying to tilt your head away.

She still had a look of concern on her face as she put the sonic away, "Something's bothering you," she decided, "Don't try to lie your way out of this one. I need you to be one hundred percent whilst we're here. Can't have you faltering."

You sighed, "It's noth-"

"(Y/N)," the Doctor glared, "Something is bothering you. You are never this quiet."

"Okay, okay," you said, trying to ignore the little space between you two, "I just... I don't like the way he's looking at you."

"Who?" she said, completely oblivious.

"Byron," you said with venom.

She sighed, before a playful grin replaced the frown, "Ah... I see. Don't worry about that," she stepped back, "We promised not to mess with history, and that's what we're doing."

That wasn't exactly the answer you were hoping for... If this didn't mess with history... Would she be interested in Byron. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

The Doctor's smile remained on her face as she reached for you hand again, "I'm not interested in him, okay?" she assured before dragging you back into the room.

-x-

You stayed behind the Doctor as you ran towards the drawing room, Byron was on your heels. You all arrived to see a... hand? Everyone managed to get the hand away from Ryan, Fletcher dished out the final blow. Dust now covered the carpet where the hand used to be.

"Great shot!" the Doctor announced before she made her way over to the remains. You and the rest of the 'fam' knew what was coming next. The Doctor leaned down to take a sample and lick it, "Hmm. 14th. No... 15th century-" the Doctor trailed off.

A smile spread across your face, finding all of the Doctor's little weird quirks fascinating.

"She licked it!" Claire exclaimed.

The smile on your face didn't last long at all, "She is the most baffling creature I've ever been acquainted with," Byron breathed out with a smirk. You glared once more... If looks could kill.

-x-

"If you ask me..." Yaz began as you all made your way towards Byron's chambers. The Doctor was up front with Byron, leading the way. You had stuck at the back with Yaz, "You should just tell her."

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Imagine that. Me with an all mighty Time Lord. Never gonna happen," you were surprised that Yaz could hear you over the loud crash of lightning.

"Yaz is right," Ryan said, almost appearing out of nowhere.

Yaz smiled, "Never hurts to try."

You suppressed a groan, really not wanting to be a part of this conversation.

Everyone rounded a corner and soon they arrived. Walking into Byron's chambers made your skin crawl... Anything that related to him was bad in your books.

"It's a collection," Byron explained as people gathered in the room.

"Of what? Dead stuff?" Ryan questioned.

"Relics of war."

The Doctor began to wave the sonic screwdriver around the room, scanning for any abnormalities.

"From my travels..." Byron continued, "Reminders that we tread on the dust of empires. Crops now grow where blood was split. An innocent fascination, I assure you."

Anything he said really seemed to tick you off... You weren't jealous. Definitely not. No. Never.

You noticed the Doctor's face light up, she put on some headgear she had discovered, "What do you think?" she said, practically showing off her new helmet.

"Suits you," you offered her a warm smile, she smiled back in return - seemingly glad that you liked it.

-x-

"Well, he just turned sort of zombie and went into one," Graham said with concern.

"What do you speak of? What is a zombie?" Byron questioned.

The Doctor explained, "Kind of a dead person walking, but it won't be that."

"Hey, Doc?" you said, trying to get the woman's attention as she spoke to Graham via the fireplace chimney.

"How do you know?" Byron wondered.

She replied, "Because Polidori isn't dead, for a kick-off."

"D-Doctor?!" you said, your voice starting to tremble more as you noticed Polidori's figure walking in through the wall.

"Mrs Doctor!" Claire tried to get her attention too.

"Really, just Doctor is fine..."

"Doc, Polidori!" you said, now that she was listening. The blonde turned quickly to see him looking like a ghost.

Byron had decided to hide behind Claire, "Begone, demon!" he exclaimed. You glared at him in disgust before looking back at the Doctor once more.

The Doctor took a cautious step towards Polidori, "Doc-"

She cut you off, looking towards you, "It's okay," she assured before looking back at Polidori. The Doctor then raised a hand to check for a pulse, "Pulse? Check. Breathing? Check."

Byron's voice filled the room, "May I just say..." he started, "You are quite lovely in a crisis."

"No-" both you and the Doctor said. The Doctor looked at you in shock, you did your best to avoid eye contact. Byron and Claire looked between both you and the Doctor, unsure of what to say. Byron ended up smirking, understanding the situation quite clearly.

Claire decided to break the silence, clearing her throat, "So... He could just be- be asleep, correct? He walks in his sleep!"

Byron scoffed, "One does not sleepwalk through walls."

The Doctor quickly diverted her gaze away from you, "H-He doesn't just go through walls. He was downstairs a second ago," she looked at Byron, "What you said before..."

"About being lovely?" he smiled, glancing over towards. You bit your tongue.

The Doctor was growing annoyed, "Back a bit."

"Way way back," you added, glaring daggers.

Byron chuckled, "What a feisty one you have here, Doctor," he said, pacing the room.

"Byron-" Claire began to warn before he hushed her.

"We haven't got time for this," the Doctor groaned, "By-"

"Don't you see, Doctor?!" he said, "I can't think in these conditions. What with your pet staring at me all the time."

"You little sh-" you muttered before the Doctor cut you off.

"I would really appreciate it if you didn't talk to my friends like that," she said, clear anger lacing her voice, "We're trying to help."

"Help?!" Byron said, "All she's done is look at me as if she wants to kill me!"

The Doctor looked at you before you could stop yourself from glaring at Byron once again, "(Y/N)?" she asked, "He's clearly done something to upset you," she stepped closer, "What is it?" The Doctor wasn't too fond with having Polidori in his current state just standing there but she had to get to the bottom of this. Claire kept her eye on the unresponsive man.

"Nothing!" you exclaimed. The Doctor clocked onto your annoyance... "Absolutely nothing!" She also clocked onto the light sadness that glazed over your words.

"Come on, Doctor," Byron said, "We can solve this... Alone."

That was it. Byron was getting way too close to the Doctor. Thinking back on Yaz's words... You reached forward to grab the Doctor's coat, effectively pulling her closer. Your lips crashed onto hers just before she could protest her confusion. The lack of movement on the Doctor's end had you worried.

You could hear Byron's scoff of disgust and shock.

You were about to pull away, happy with your action - clearly showing Byron to back off. But, you were quickly pulled back by the Doctor who was now responding with eagerness - her arms had secured themselves around you.

"Erm..." Claire gulped, "D-Doctor, I-I don't want to... cut you short or anything. But shouldn't we be worried about Polidori."

The Doctor's face retreated from yours quickly, "Of course!" she exclaimed in triumph, her arms were removed from around you, "Why didn't I think of that!"

"Wh-What?" you stuttered, breathless.

"Have you figured all this out Doctor?" Claire wondered.

"Yes!" she said, excited.

Byron was now glaring at you this time as he spoke to the Doctor, "Well don't leave us in the dark. Enlighten us."

"Jealousy!" she shouted.

"J-Jealousy, Doctor?" Claire questioned in complete confusion.

You felt your cheeks heat up as a nervous laughter escaped, "N-Now... Come on, Doc... No time for joking around-"

The Doctor's brain finally caught up with all the recent events, her smile turning into a look of complete shock, "Ohhh... That's why you were acting like this."

"Doc-"

She cut you off again, "You don't need to be jealous. Especially not because of him," she glanced at Byron.

"Can you two focus on the task at hand?!" Byron exclaimed, annoyed.

"I agree," Claire said, "Polidori is still... Not himself."

-x-

Everybody had regrouped in the drawing room after the Doctor had gotten everybody out of their endless loops, most were admiring the skull and hand under the glass that had been recently been captured.

Byron's eyes focused on the Doctor as she made her way over to you.

"Erm... Doc..." you started, leaning against a desk, "I wanted to apologise for my actions earlier. I just wanted Byron to stop interrupting the investi-"

"You have nothing to apologise for," she assured before a curious look appeared on her face, "Is that the only reason you did that? You weren't jealous were you?"

"Pfft, jealous? Me? Never."

"Terrible liar," the Doctor said with a soft smile. Her hand moved to gently cup your cheek as she kissed your forehead. Your heartbeat quickened in response, "Now once all the rubbish is over... and when we get back to the TARDIS we can talk about this."

"O-Okay," you nodded in agreement.

Just when you thought she was going to step away, she did the opposite. She managed to step closer and you soon felt her lips crash against yours, you felt relief wash over you as she portrayed urgency. Both of you knew that you had to deal with the problem at hand, which caused the Doctor to pull away. You missed the contact, but hopefully there would be time for this later.

Both you and the Doctor noticed Byron's glare, "I think it's Byron's turn to be jealous," the Doctor decided as she stood next to you and put an arm around your shoulders, you began to make your way over towards Byron and the others.

You were just itching to just get this over with. You were excited for what the future holds.

-x-

A/N: The sequel would just be Reader getting killed by Cybermen or something like that cuz I really like angst.

#doctor who #13th doctor #13th doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor #reader #13 #jodie whittaker #fanfiction #thirteenth doctor imagine #thirteenth doctor x reader

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Thornless (Shayne Topp imagine)

@star-mum said:Hey! Saw your opened your requests so ik I've talked about the "giving Shayne flowers" concept so I wanted to request something like that? (I can see the cute smosh fam Instagram stories happening gOD I LOve shayne) hope that's okay, thank you sm in advance if you write it !!

Summary: You’ve noticed that Shayne has been incredibly down over the past month. After his shrieking laughter is replaced with moping and deep sighs, Ian privately suggests to you that Valentine’s Day would be the perfect time for you to give a grand gesture. Not wanting to disagree with the president of your company, you hatch a plan for your favorite boy. Word count: 2.1k even tho the goal was only 500 whoops Warnings: extreme corniness, small moments of sad Shayne to pull on ur heartstrings, etc.

When you woke up on Valentine’s Day, the softness of the light was almost to pull you right back into sleep again. After you finally rose and pulled back the curtains, you marveled that the very day you decide to pose a grand gesture, California decided to bless LA with soft rain showers, sure to last all day. As you packed the boxes of flowers carefully into your small trunk, you couldn’t help but laugh. Not only was it raining, but the moisture was sticking in the warm air to form a semi-visible mist. Ensuring that the boxes were secured firmly in their places, you noted the array and vibrancy of the colors before carefully closing the door to finish getting ready for work.

Your confidence was felled as you arrived at work after you realized two thirds of the way there that you had no idea how to transfer the flowers into the building. Your forehead fell forward, landing against your steering wheel as you groaned. You and Ian had somehow planned everything perfectly, even practicing how you would get Shayne into the conference room. “You have a theater degree!” Ian had shouted only the day before when you had urgently asked him to stay after hours to help you practice. “I hired you for your theater degree! What else did you lie about on your resume? Have you even acted?”

“My degree was more for screen writing,” you reminded him, voice edging on shrill. “I’ve written a quarter of Smosh’s scripts this past year, President Dumbass.” He opened his mouth to shout again but he stopped when you continued. “Listen, Ian, hearing Shayne ask me about my night before in the morning as I fix my coffee is like, the best part of my day and I really miss it. I don’t want to make it weird, I just want it to be nice. Please help me.”

Ian had grinned at you then, slapping a hand on his desk. “Come on, try it again.”

A knock on your passenger window pulled your head off your steering wheel instantly. You jolted, finger instinctively pushing down the door lock. Ian was waving frantically across from you. As you unlocked the door again, he slid into the passenger seat, cheeks flushed red. “Sorry, I thought you were dead. I ran down here.” He was breathing hard as he glanced at you. “I was waiting for you to get here so I could help you carry things so I was at the security desk. I saw your head slump down and thought you gave yourself a heart attack and die.”

“So you decided to kill me yourself, huh?” You responded, clutching the steering wheel tightly to stop yourself from reaching over and smacking your boss. Ian rolled his eyes. “Oh come on,” he huffed. “It’s the thought that counts, especially today of all days.” He gave you a grin before glancing into your back seat, whistling at the three boxes that awaited the two of you. “How’re you feeling about this?”

You popped your trunk before sighing, getting out of the car. “Not great. Some might say… a little bad?” You grabbed a box, pushing it into Ian’s arms. “Is Shayne in the office yet?”

“Oh yeah,” Ian scoffed. “He can’t even look at the decorations without rolling his eyes. Garrett has been considering recommending a counselor because it’s affecting people’s work, but I talked him out of it. Can I do anything to help you be less nervous? Not to put pressure on you but this could also go horribly wrong.”

“I’ve considered that, yes.” You stack two smaller pots on top of Ian’s box carefully. You considered it in the shower the previous evening, you had considered that the week before, you had considered that when writing your notes, you had considered it nearly every second. “You can help by either continuing to talk and hype me or just not… saying anything.” You sighed as you shut the trunk and headed towards the building, not waiting for him to catch up.

After you and Ian successfully brought everything into the conference room in the annex, you were feeling a little bit better. After coaxing yourself up just a bit more, you headed into the Squad office to put your plan into motion.

You shifted on your feet in front of his desk, waiting for him to take his Air Pods out. When his blue eyes finally met yours, you almost lost all of your momentum. He just seemed so down.

You knew that this was all for him, but knowing that you would be able to see his true reaction to everything in those ocean hues made your stomach twist. He almost seemed to sense this as he used your name to anchor you back into reality. “Y/N?”

The gentle tone in his voice encouraged you. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” you responded in a jumble. You took a breath to slow yourself down. “It’s not work related. Can you come with me into the conference room?” Your mouth shut tight, teeth ground down as to not pull your bottom lip between them.

Shayne’s face shifted, his eyebrows rising high. As he placed his Air Pods in their case, he pushed himself up from his chair. “Uh, okay,” he answered slowly. “I kinda feel like I’m in trouble.” He gave you a sheepish smile, a question he didn’t quite ask hanging in the space between the two of you.

You almost explained it all right there. He looked so vulnerable and sad, like if this was some sort of prank he might break right there and lose it. You immediately looked at the floor, your body instantly trying to shrink back in on itself as your shoulders rose to your ear. As if conveniently, the grunting sounds of Ian clearing his throat in the annex immediately pulled you back.

This wasn’t about how you were going to feel about all of this. You were doing this for Shayne. If your theater degree could carry you through anything, it better carry you through a grand gesture. You had to remember to thank Ian later. Your shoulders dropped as you turned away from Shayne, heading into the annex. “You’re valid in feeling whatever you feel.” Your hands were beginning to sweat as you waited a full beat before Shayne followed after you.

“Alright, alright, you’ve got me intrigued.” He sighed, eyes falling from your face to the floor as he tried to ignore the pinks and purples cascading from the ceiling. You stayed a full half step in front of him, hoping he didn’t have a view of how wide your eyes were. As you approached the windows of the conference room, you finally slowed your pace down enough to glance at him evenly. His eyes were still on the carpet until they shifted to your face and then to the windows.

You stepped back, selfishly wanting to drink in the view. While there were so many parts of Shayne that you found distracting, you were captivated by the reactions on his face. His eyebrows rose with surprise as his eyes darted across each gift. “What?” He questioned. He grinned in disbelief, looking at you. “You meant the other conference room, right?” He thumbed over his shoulder but you shook your head, holding the door open for him. “Why?” He asked, the door held open with your foot.

You tried not to feel silly as you smiled back at him, waving your hand toward him. “No spoilers, let’s go.”

In shocked disbelief, Shayne stepped into the conference room. Your hands began to shake as he stepped closer to the bouquet. “Did you buy all these? Are they for everyone in the office?” He noticed the orchid and his mouth dropped. “Do I get to pick one?”

You didn’t anticipate his giddiness. You hadn’t planned for all of his questions so you simply watched him until his attention shifted back and finally onto you. Your cheeks darkened under his gaze and you gestured to the table. “I got you these,” you said loudly. You were scared that the voice that you had planned would be too quiet, that you would lose momentum as soon as you started. You glanced away from him, rummaging in your pocket to pull out your notes.

“You’ve been so sad and it’s been making me really sad and I know you like flowers and they help you feel happy so I thought you deserve to have something to remind you to be happy from someone nice.”

You opened the folded paper and glanced back up at his face, holding his gaze for a moment. “So if you could sit, pl—” You started, but suddenly his voice was over yours.

“Is this a prank?” His face had an expression you couldn’t read.

“No,” you responded. “Do you want to know what these are and their meanings or do you have other questions?”

Shayne narrowed his eyes as he slipped into a seat, chin tilted up toward you. “Yes. Am I in trouble?”

You weren’t sure how to answer and so you ignored him, glancing at your scribbled writing. You had gone over everything you had wanted to say and didn’t really need them, but it felt easier than looking Shayne in the eyes. “I know we don’t talk about serious things together but I seriously want you to know that I really miss hanging out with you in the mornings. I wanted to get you some flowers because you always seem to appreciate them and I thought that since you’re a graduated scholar, it might help for you to learn a little bit about some of them.”

Your eyes moved off of the paper and landed on him. You softened as you noticed his smile. “This is very thoughtful,” he softly replied, giving you the perfect encouragement.

“Well, you deserve it so… This carnation is white, so it means sweet and lovely.” Shayne made a small noise, a grin pasted on his face as he leaned back in his seat. You glanced at your scribbled notes, squinting as your pointed finger shifted to the next flower. “This one is a hibiscus because you’re like, the most beautiful person in this office or probably all of LA.” You could feel his eyes on your face and your shoulders rose as you quickly looked back at your notes. “Moving right along, we also have the daffodil to remind you that there will be new beginnings in the Spring. This crocus is for youthful happiness because all of your jokes are dumb and you laugh the loudest at them all, even with a bachelor’s degree. White jasmine is because you’re so sweet. A rose is for, uh…” Your notes shook in your hands.

“I know what a rose is for,” Shayne interrupted, leaning forward to pluck the deepest red one from the bouquet. “Love, desire, admiration…” He inspected the stem, then glanced at you with a smirk. “No thorns?”

The words were all a jumble in your head, but they somehow formed something coherent as they spilled from your mouth. “Because I didn’t want you to get hurt,” you replied softly.

Shayne’s smile grew wider and you noted the light pink roaming across his cheeks to the edges of his ears. You didn’t know his face could carry such a shade of color and you wondered what else might cause it. “I don’t know what to say,” he confessed breathlessly.

You felt yourself start to wilt until he was standing, starting to collect the bouquet and the orchid pot in his arms. “I just… walking helps me process thoughts better and I thought I could tell you my thoughts on the walk back to my desks with the second best surprise given to me at work.” You couldn’t stop grinning, even when his fingers brushed your wrist as he handed you the hibiscus plant, even when the two of you started to walk back and you noticed people scattering away from the annex hallway to give you space, even when after arriving at Shayne’s desk you hadn’t thought that there might be too many for all of them on his desk at the same time.

You kept grinning the rest of the day, even when an Instagram notification pulled at your attention later in the day. Swiping it open, you grinned at Shayne’s Instagram story. “Definitely in trouble,” captioned a photo taken from Courtney’s own story. Shayne was pictured at his desk, mid screeching laugh, surrounded by the thornless roses you had given him.

#shayne topp imagine #shayne topp fic #smosh imagine #smosh fic #shayne topp #smosh #mine #fic #happy valentine's day it's my first AG so you best believe I'm going to be writing soft romantic shit for all my favorite youtube babes #:))#star-mum #here u go my love I'm sorry it took forever thanks for your PATIENCE and FRIENDSHIP #i'll trade y'all a gif for a long preview i know won't satisfy #:)))

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gayforthe13th · 4 years

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Hi may i request angst 13th x reader? In which reader is her companion from before who turned a villain n 13th caught, imprison u in the vault (like missy's cage). She said she has a duty of care toward u n plan to fix u. But u wont have none of that. Anyway the fam stumble across ur prison n doubt the doctor for having a prisoner aboard the tardis in secret. What happen next is up to u. Thanks.

the relationship part of this is literally just mentioned. Also mild angst

After spending months in your little prison the Doctor was at least nice enough to provide you with entertainment. A couple of books here, a video game system there, and enough vinyl records to keep you sain for the many days you’d be spending in your makeshift containment. Yet, you found yourself bored, almost sad really, the Doctor hadn’t come to visit you in days and really she had been your main source of entertainment for a while now. You used to travel together, just the two of you, she had picked you up and had taken you to see the wonders of the universe. But the universe was so fragile. You were never a good person, ever since the decimation of your planet you found that being a good person got you nowhere.

It started off small at first, when the Doctor was in danger you found that the only way to help her would be to do what she refused. You’ve killed a lot of people in her name, you thought she’d be proud of you. She had loved you once, or so you thought, but in the end, you assumed the way she treated you was because of loneliness, her kisses were just a side effect of that. You knew she’d find someone better soon, another group of friends to disown you for, so you ran.

And out of anger and jealousy, and hatred, you destroyed. In the end, she caught you, on some planet where the sky burnt and fire raged across its cities, and now, here you were. She thought she could help you, you don’t think she ever understood the way you felt about her. She used to visit you all the time, used to pretend she could make you ‘better’, you resented her for it. Now though, as you sit in your prison you can hear the laughter of those she replaced you with and you wanted nothing more than to slaughter them, watch her hearts break as her new friends died at your hand. Or maybe, you were just bored.

It worked like this; every time one of them would pass by your room you’d knock on the door. Simple. One small knock at a time, at first they never even noticed it, but the more frequent it became the more you piqued their curiosity. Humans, so simple. When they shuffled to the door you’d stop, and wait, and they’d leave again.

Until one day, you didn’t stop. Instead, you played your favorite song. You could practically feel their confusion, heard their footsteps as they paced the door looking for a way in. and then, it slid open with a woosh and in the room, you sat, feet propped on on your coffee table as you watched three curious humans enter your room entirely unawares. It was the girl who noticed you first. “Oh finally!” you said, catching the other’s attention as you placed your hand on your head dramatically, “I’ve been locked in here forever! Could you be a dear and go get the Doctor for me?” you smirked, watching as the girl’s mouth fell open.

“Wh-who are you?” she asked, taking a cautious step forward. Ah, the leader perhaps? Or maybe the stupidest one.

“An old friend,” you hiss, watching as she flinched at your words, “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“I’m Yaz, this is Ryan and Graham and wow- does the Doctor usually keep people in her ship?”

“Only her favorites,” as if on cue the Doctor runs into the room in a state of panic, only to relax once she finds that you have yet to actually murder her pets.

“I was wondering where you all had gone to,” she said, and you wave lazily at her.

“My dear, you’ve been gone ages! I’ve been so awfully bored, and here I see you’ve found new pets,” you growl, standing up from your seat and marching over to her, “have you found more to cure?” The Doctor stares you down unflinching, a hint of sadness in her eyes. Her companion clears her throat, and the Doctor turns her attention away from you to look at her.

“You guys should head back..” she says, a hint of warning in her voice.

“Who are they, Doctor?” Yaz asks, straightening herself, challenging her. Oh, you loved this. Not so obedient after all, you could just see how it upsets her, you wriggle in excitement. The Doctor glares at you, it only serves to make your smile grow. She sighs, shaking her head and turning back to her new friends.

“(Y/N),” she says, “she’s just..an old friend.” The answer must not have been satisfying because the companions all but rolled their eyes at her.

“Do you keep all your old friends in secret vaults?” you giggle, pushing passed the Doctor to wrap an arm around Yaz. You feel them both tense.

“Oh, she sure does! I’m not even the first! You’ll be in here too if you step out of line.”

“That’s enough!” the Doctor growls, grabbing your arm she pulls you away from Yaz and forces you to her side. You snatch your arm away from her, fixing her with a glare. For a while its a staredown, the Doctor challenging you to try something. There’s no way out of this, this is her jurisdiction, but you can try another tactic.

“I’ve been so lonely, Doctor,” you say, fake sadness in your voice, “why haven’t you come to see me? Do you not like me anymore? Am I not enough for you?” Her resolve almost breaks, you watch as her shoulders fall. Slowly you inch towards her, cupping her cheek with your hand, “have I ever been enough for you?” the Doctor sucks in a breath, and for a moment you think you’ve won. Then, she’s pushing your hand away from her face, her eyes cold as she steps back over to her friends and ushers them out.

“That won’t work on me,” she says, “you’re too dangerous to be let out.”

“So what!?” you growl, pacing the room like a caged animal, “you’ll keep me here? For how long Doctor? How long can that sit in your conscience!” Her friends are looking at her pensively now, but her attention isn’t on them. She says nothing to you as she shuts the door, but you’ve planted a seed in the minds of her companions, now all you have to do is watch it grow.

#thirteen x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor/reader #reader insert #evil!reader #alien!reader #requests

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castielscarma · 4 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/24827896 Kudos and comments are deeply appreciated but not necessary <3 Cockles/Destiel fic 2.7k Rating:M

“So we're doing the thing today, Mish? Are you ready?” Jensen was pacing back and forth in Misha's trailer, glancing at Misha from the corner of his eye.

Misha nodded, a mischievous look in his eye. “Been a long time coming.” He walked over to Jensen and put a hand on his chest, stopping his furious pace back and forth. “We can call this off, Jen. Do another scene first or – “

Jensen shook his head. “Nah, nah, I'm good. I'm good. I just want it to be good, I want the thing to be every –“

Misha placed a finger over Jensen's lips. He smiled but Misha could see the worry in his green eyes. It was subtle but Misha had known Jensen long enough to know that something was off.

“You keep calling it the thing. How about just calling it what it is?” Misha's eyes held softness and Jensen finally relented.

“I know it's a kiss, Mish. It's just, what if it doesn't turn out good, what if the fans don't – “

“Have you ever doubted where we were going with this?”

There was a gleam in Jensen's eyes as he trailed his fingers down Misha's shirt. He was still in his own clothes – wearing an orange shirt that Castiel would never be caught wearing – and Jensen had every intention of divesting him of the fabric. “No, I mean I had my doubts and I know Andrew had the talk with us” – Jensen smiled, “but I knew. I know.”

Misha leaned in close to Jensen, capturing his fingers in his hands. He leaned in close to Jensen and grinned when Jensen licked his lips. Misha angled his head, whispering in Jensen's ear. “Just pretend it's me.”

“That's what I'm afraid of, “ Jensen muttered.

Misha just laughed. “We'll do fine, Jen. We're professionals.” He kissed Jensen on the lips, almost chastely.

“We're professionals at pretending we're professionals.”

Misha pulled away from Jensen.

“If Cas kisses Dean like that, he'll be disappointed. He's waited a decade, Mish!”

Misha erupted in loud laughter as he exited the trailer.

Jensen could hear Singer in the background, mumbling something about makeup. Jensen was pretty sure that everything was in order. They hadn't started yet so it wasn't like anything was messy. Although Jensen was a mess. Not on the outside thought, everything was fine on the outside. It was just a big moment and he wanted to do it justice and his stomach churned, turmoil rolling through him. Jensen exhaled softly. It was just Misha.

Singer's familiar voice sounded throughout the set. “Rolling, stand by. Three, two, one, action!”

Jensen felt himself enter Dean's headspace, an act that felt as natural as breathing by this point. Misha, no Cas – this was definitely Cas – stared at Dean, his eyes flitting to Dean's lips before finding his eyes again.

“Look, Cas, we don't need to do this, don't need to do anything.” Dean swallowed and tried to slow down his breathing. That was easier than calming his heart that thumped against his chest like a skittish rabbit.

Cas tilted his head slightly and his blue eyes seemed to stare into Dean's very soul.

There was so much staring.

Jensen opened his mouth, singing, as a smile touched his eyes. “It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes...”

Cas' stoic and somber facade broke as Misha's face split into a grin. He pulled up his shirt and his hips moved seductively. Unbuttoning his shirt, he pressed his groin towards Jensen's. The crew started laughing in the background. Jensen and Misha both started giggling as Singer yelled “cut!”.

Dean pushed Cas against the wall roughly, a pleased smile on his face at Cas' surprised grunt. His hands found the lapel of Cas' trench coat and pulled down. He got momentarily distracted as Cas stared at him with an intense look. It was as if Castiel had finally found the answers to a question he'd been asking for years.

Castiel breathed out, his eyes wide with lust. “Dean!” His name was a prayer on Cas' lips

Dean smirked. Now that he finally knew that Cas had felt the same thing for him, the same feelings, the same love as Dean had for Cas, it was like a dam had burst open. All Dean wanted was to claim Cas and let the whole world know that this former angel of the Lord was Dean's.

Slowly, Dean leaned in, finally ready to taste those lips that he'd been having dreams about for years. So many times had he fantasized about this moment, of how Cas' lips would feel against his own skin, of what Cas would taste like. He almost groaned at the mere thought.

Again, a puff of breath caressed Dean's face and Cas' body seemed to be on fire. Heat emanated from him like the sun itself but to Dean, Cas would always be the sun; his presence bringing hope and joy into Dean's life.

Dean pushed his knee in between Cas' legs, his body pressed against the angel's. He was so close to tasting those lush lips, to finally claim Cas when Cas' lust-filled expression broke off. Misha smiled one of his gummy smiles, his frame shaking with laughter. Jensen shook his head as he leaned his forehead on Misha's shoulder. There was amusement in his voice. “Mish, look it up.”

“Sorry, Jensen. We need a break.” Misha continued laughing.

Singer shouted again. “Cut!”

Dean moaned against Cas' lips. To finally taste Cas was almost surreal but Cas made sure to ground him with every touch. In the way his fingers carded through Dean's hair, in how his hands ghosted over Dean's chest, pulling at his flannel, in how eagerly his hands flew to Dean's belt fumbling there before Dean got impatient and pushed his hands away. “Hold on, Cas, one second.” He grinned and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his jeans swiftly.

“It's been a second.” Cas was on him in seconds, grabbing the ends of the belt and yanked Dean towards him.

A gasp escaped Dean as he felt Cas' body against his, their groins slotted against each other. There was fabric in the way but just the feeling, the press of Cas on him was enough for heat to course through him. Christ, he wasn't going to last for long if this kept up.

Cas claimed his mouth, banishing all future thoughts. The kiss, his tongue in Dean's mouth demanded that he stay in the present.

Dean groaned and pushed Cas against the wall, humming in agreement.

Misha suddenly jumped away, leaving Jensen stumped. His pulse raced suddenly, but not due to something sexy happening. “Misha, you OK?”

Misha was holding his hand over his mouth.

Shame burned Jensen's cheeks and horror turned his mouth dry. Finally, he uttered the words. “Did I – Did I just bit you?”

“I think you did.” Misha moved his hands away slowly and licked his lips. “Am I bleeding?”

“Oh, fuck, Mish, I'm so sorry...” Jensen could hear some of the crew chuckle awkwardly

Misha grinned, his eyes gleaming. “Slow your roll cowboy, we haven't even made it to the bed yet.”

Jensen's cheeks turned red again, but not from shame this time. He turned his eyes down to the floor, shaking his head softly. The crew chuckled again but what brought the broadest smile to Jensen's face was Singer's tired sigh. “Cut!”

Dean's hands roamed over Cas' chest and his stomach. “Look at you, Cas...”

Cas hummed in response, thrusting his hips down. “You like what you see?”

Dean moaned as he felt Cas' groin against the thick evidence of his arousal. He wanted to slow down, take it all in but at the same time he wanted to fuck Cas into oblivion. “Yeah, I do. Like the things I feel even better.”

Dean grinned and went for Cas' belt.

“Alright guys, we better cut!”

Jensen sighed in frustration as Misha stilled on top of him. “Why? Something wrong? I thought that was good.”

Misha turned his head to the side, a slight smirk on his lips. “Good call with the cut.”

Jared walked into the set, nodding at the crew. “Hi everyone, hi Bob. Fucking finally. How's it going, guys? Sailing my ship I see.” Jared grinned and waved at Misha and Jensen still laying in bed. “You know, this sight looks fam – “

“Shut up, Jared,” Misha called out.

Jensen rolled his eyes and slumped back down into bed, but couldn't fight the smile coming unbidden. It was going to be a long day.

“It's OK, Cas, fuck the shirt. It's not a favorite.”

Cas ignored Dean and continued to unbutton his flannel shirt, his fingers working hurriedly. “I like it,” he said, his voice husky with desire. He pushed it off Dean's arms and the momentary chill Dean felt was replaced by Cas' hands stroking, burning his skin with heat.

Cas pushed Dean gently towards the wall, never stopping with his caresses. Where his fingers trailed over his skin, Dean caught fire. “Fuck, Cas, I need you. I want you.”

A slow smile spread over Cas' face and if that wasn't the most beautiful thing Dean had seen. “I want to take my time, Dean.”

“Time, we've had nothing but time, Cas. We've waited forever, both of us.”

“Well, technically as a celestial being, I have a firmer grasp of the concept of eternity and I can assure you, Dean – “

Dean carded his fingers through Cas' hair and pulled him closer. “Shh.” He grazed Cas' lips, slowly at first, a teasing fleeting kiss but Cas opened up and Dean accepted the invitation. He invaded Cas' mouth and groaned as the taste of Cas was everywhere.

Cas was finally his, and he was going to enjoy every goddamn minute.

Dean's heart agreed and each kiss ratcheted up his pulse until he had to break off the kiss, breathing wildly. “Holy shit.”

Cas's hair was tousled and his lips puffy from all the kissing. His eyes sparkled. No, it was more than that. They shone, and it was not the cold blue glow from Cas' grace within. No, this was a shine that blinded you, that screamed adoration and love and for a brief second, Dean felt like it was too much. That all that love and passion that he knew was aimed at him was not his to bear. Not his to know.

Dean angled his head away. Away from that look that threatened to incinerate him with its honesty and pure, blinding love. He was amazed that Cas had managed to hide that light for so long. And he'd cursed himself a hundred times for failing to see that that brilliant light had been aimed at him. At him. All along it had been aimed at him.

Cas grasped his jaw lightly and urged him to look at him again. “Don't Dean. Everything is alright. Look at me. I love you.” He smiled as if that simple declaration was enough. As if it contained everything that Dean needed to know.

“Don't know when you became the smooth talker.” Dean smiled and kissed him once on the mouth, then trailed kisses down his throat. Each subtle moan escaping Cas' lips was further fuel on Dean's fire. Fuck, he was going to explode soon. “You have way too many clothes on, Cas. Let's get rid of this.”

Dean grabbed Cas' tie and yanked it downwards.

Misha broke and stumbled into Jensen's arms, making choking noises as Jensen continued to pull on the tie.

Jensen's eyebrow shot up.

“Cut!” Singer's voice was laced with frustration but Jensen could hear the amusement beneath.

Jensen glanced down at Misha who was bent over, laughing hysterically. Jensen looked into the camera and shrugged. “Wasn't that supposed to come off?”

The room erupted in laughter.

Jensen looked down at Misha and rolled his hips, a frown on his face.

Misha shook his head. “Sorry, Jensen, nothing happening. Not even a wiggle down there.”

Snickers from the crew filled the set.

Jensen smirked. “Damn, Misha, I even slipped you the blue pill and all.”

“My arthritis med must have counteracted it.”

Jensen fell down on Misha's chest, laughing with elicited more cheers from the crew.

“Cut!” Singer sighed, his shoulder slumping. “Okay guys, it's a cut. I think I need a drink.”

“We should have practiced more, Jensen.”

Jensen shrugged. “I figured we improvise, like we usually do.”

Singer called out. “Please tell me you've read the script at least. It's an important scene, guys.”

Jensen grinned as he waved at Singer. “Don't worry. We're pros. Of course we read the script.”

Misha grinned and adjusted his position. His smile died down as he turned into Cas. A few seconds passed and he sighed. “Where do I put my hands?”

Jensen leaned in close to Misha and winked. “Wherever you want, baby.”

Singer who had agreed to direct this whole mess was not amused. “We're still rolling, Jensen!”

Misha stared at Jensen and deadpanned. “I'll stick them in your pants then. No one will notice.”

Jensen turned away from the camera and burst out laughing.

“Oh for the love of... Cut!”

Cas looked up at Dean and Dean could see the uncertainty there. It killed him.

He took Cas' cheeks in his hands, whispering to him. “It's OK, Cas. I've got you. I got you...” He leaned in and kissed Cas on the corner of the mouth. Trailing kisses further down his neck, he sighed in relief as he felt Cas' strong arms embrace him.

He hugged him back.

Misha clung to Jensen and wrapped his arms tighter around him. He whispered in Jensen's ear but spoke loud enough that the crew would hear him. “Never let go, Jack!”

Jared burst out laughing in the background.

Singer sighed deeply, bone tired. “I'm starting to think this was a mistake.”

Misha sank down in the armchair in Jensen's trailer.

“Water or beer?”

“Water. I need to cool down.”

Jensen laughed and grabbed a chilled water from the fridge. He handed it to Misha and sat down next to him. “So... done for the day. You think the scene turned out good?”

Misha scoffed. “With how we goofed around I'd be surprised if they even have any scenes.” He took a sip of water and nodded. “Yeah Jen, I think we did good. How about you, how did you feel?”

Jensen sighed. “I feel drained. I mean don't get me wrong, I think we did good but... We've been building up to this for so long and now when it's shot and done. It feels like I've run a marathon honestly.”

“Ouch, I hope not. I need my hips.”

Jensen laughed and took Misha's hand, squeezing it. “You know what I mean.”

Misha turned solemn. “I do.”

Jensen leaned in and kissed Misha quickly on the lips.

“Not enough kissing for the day?” Misha quipped.

“My lips are raw. No more kissing for a week, Mish.”

Misha laughed. “Somehow I doubt you'll make it a week.” He took another sip of his water.

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

“Jensen, you of all people should know not to make bets with me. Remember how the last one ended?”

Jensen licked his lips and nodded but couldn't keep the smile off his lips. “Yeah, I remember. It was worth it.”

“You brat.” Misha smacked him on the shoulder.

They sat there in silence for a while, just absorbing the day that had passed on set. Finally, Jensen spoke. “Do you think they'll like the ending?”

Misha stilled and looked at Jensen. “Do you want to hear my honest opinion?”

“You know I do.”

“I think the most important thing is how you and I feel. Do you feel that this was an honest and true ending for Dean Winchester?”

Jensen paused and tried not to get too emotional. He still had a really hard time processing the words “ending” and “Dean Winchester” in the same sentence. “I do. And I think the majority will be satisfied with how the show ends too.”

Misha nodded. “And if they don't?”

“Then I'll rest in the knowledge that I think we honored Dean Winchester and his journey. And that is enough. How about you?”

“Cas' journey has been perfection. He's the fan favorite. Of course, the fans will love it.”

Jensen burst out laughing and leaned in to kiss Misha. “Shut up.”

Misha grinned. “Make me.”

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