#all because daniel first saved her and then forgave her

[fighting-naturalist]

Daniel with Shyla pre- vs. post-sarcophagus addiction

#what shyla does to him is truly and thoroughly deeply fucked up if you think about it. anyway more meta in the tags below lol #stargate #sg-1 #daniel jackson #shyla #michael shanks #s2 #ep5 #2.5 #***edits #love love love how they showed his descent in this ep #the transition from gentle and patient and considerate danny into a smarmy swaggering piece of shit #also as deeply fucked up as what shyla does is you almost get it??? #like she's so lonely and isolated at the beginning of the episode she tries to commit suicide #and there's daniel saving her! she's never had anyone except her mother who died and her abusive father so of course she gets attached #and she is prepared to do ANYTHING to keep him because she's isolated and naive and yeah it's really fucked up and she becomes the abuser #and in order to try to keep him she changes him so drastically from the man she actually liked. because she's young and isolated and stupid #and when after all she put him through he STILL comes back to help her and it's THAT that spurs her to change her entire civilization #to break the cycle her father started #all because daniel first saved her and then forgave her #my VERY GOOD BOY!!!!!

[gretavangroupie]

Muse (Part 2)

Word count: 7.5k+

Pairing: Danny x Female Reader

Summary: After a blow out at the bar one fateful night, Danny is left questioning the nature of his relationship with his enemy the bartender.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual references.

Part One

Muse Playlist

Danny POV

“Oh my god!” She screams, falling back shocked to see you standing in the door way. She cuts her eyes in disgust at you “What the fuck kind of comment was that? On my knees? Be serious….”

“You look pretty comfortable down there…. Now, what the fuck are you doing in my house?” You ask, staring at her. 

“My job, you dick!” She replies quickly standing and crossing her arms.

Her job? She has been house sitting for you? Fuck.

“What, is the bar not paying the bills princess?” You scoff, leaning on the door frame. "Shocker."

“Well, not when my douchebag customers decide they aren’t tipping!” She yells.

“Well, maybe you just have shitty service?” You quip.

“Oh fuck you Daniel!” She screams.

“Pfft, You wish, now be quiet. You’ll wake my neighbors.” You reply smugly.

She huffs a frustrated huff and pushes past you walking out the bedroom door, her shoulder rubs across your chest. She begins to gather her things, walking from one end of the room to the other.

She can’t leave yet, you were just starting to have fun. And there’s no one here to save her this time…

“I guess I should make sure you did everything to my satisfaction, right? Since you’re here? Wouldn’t want to have to leave you a bad review…” You say as arrogantly as you can. 

“Daniel, don’t be an ass. This is my JOB!” She says.

“Haven’t been back for 5 minutes and I’ve already got you begging…” you reply.

Why is it so easy to be a dick to her…

“I’m not begging you for shit! But this is my job.  Just be a decent human being for once in your life and be honest! I was more than accommodating!” She says.

She isn’t wrong, she did stay pretty late to help you out…

“Oh would you relax, god you’re annoying.” You reply.

“Why are you like this?” She seethes.

“Like what?” You ask dismissively.

“A dick,  just to be a dick, just to make my life miserable. I was justified that night and you know it!” She yells.

Thinking back to that night, you really don’t have much of a recollection. You only know pieces of what happened based on what Josh and Sam told you after the fact. All you really remember is that she kicked you out of the bar because you had too much to drink. You were being an ass to her and tried to pick a fight with another guy. For days you were too embarrassed to even show your face. 

You had been dumped by your girlfriend of five years that very morning, and drank yourself into a stupor by late afternoon, before you ever set foot into the bar that night. She was your first real love and you thought she was your end game. You thought you would have it all with her. You had known her since you were a kid, it eventually blossoming into something more. Everything was perfect until the band started to take off. She had a hard time adjusting to your new life on the road and resented you for being gone all the time. You did everything you could to try and make it work when you were away, but had a sneaking suspicion something else was going on when she stopped calling you and texting you suddenly. When you came back to your apartment after a few months away, and found her with someone else she blamed you being gone so much. You forgave her, understanding that you weren’t around as much as you used to be. Not faulting her, blaming yourself for it all. You loved her and you still wanted to make it work. You would do anything, and you tried. A week later she dumped you and she took a piece of you with her. Maybe it was the loving part of your heart. She always said you could be cold and hateful when you wanted to be, but you never believed it. Not until now... Maybe she was right. 

God only knows how many drinks you had at the bar that night. Trying to try and fill the gaping hole in your chest. Your feelings were bleeding out of your chest on full display. Your emotions were already running high before she decided that you had had enough to drink. Her telling you to leave was the last straw. The last thing you needed was for another woman to cut you off. You snapped and you haven’t looked back since. 

To be honest you kind of enjoyed this little game with her. It was fun to get her worked up. Her cheeks flushing red when you put her in her place, her eyes sparkling with victory when she had you beat. The way she would purse her lips when she would listen to you. It reignited a fire inside of you that you thought your ex put out when she left. To feel anything at all was a change, and so you decided that if this was the only way, you were going to make it count, no feelings spared. 

“That night? That night was the worst night of my life, you don’t know shit. You just added to it.” You reply coldly.

“Oh no, did your little groupie girlfriend dump you? Probably deserved it... Were you an asshole to her too?” She says mocking you, throwing her purse over her shoulder.

“God you’re such a bitch. How does anyone stand to be around you longer than 2 minutes? She wasn’t a groupie. At all. We were together for five fucking years. She hated me being in the band. She cheated on me while I was gone, I forgave her and she still dumped me. That morning in fact! So excuse me if I was feeling a little bit sorry for myself for once. I spend every fucking day of my life taking care of the guys. Taking care of everyone around me. Every day! Just one time I slip up and I am crucified for it. I’m the fucking bad guy. Fuck me…” You reply throwing your hands in the air, knowing that maybe you have said too much.

“You know what Daniel, or can I call you Danny now? You have been such a dick to me for so long that it’s practically all I know about you. The fact that it took her five years to see what I saw in five minutes is shocking in itself. You’re lucky you had her as long as you did, in my opinion. I see right through you Danny, I always have. All you are is cold, and cruel and hateful. I’m glad she dumped you, you didn’t deserve her, or anyone for that matter.” She yells, cheeks flushed red, slightly shaking from the rush of adrenaline.

“Get the fuck out!” You scream pointing at the door. “Get out!”

“Oh trust me, I am!” She yells back slamming the door shut behind her.

Bitch.

What the fuck did she mean I don’t deserve anyone else. She doesn’t know me….

Or maybe she does. Fuck her for calling you cold and hateful. You know you’re not. 

Right?

You lock the door behind her and turn off your lights. It’s nearly 3 in the morning. You’re glad to be back home in your own bed tonight. Although, this is not how you saw your night going. You crawl into your bed and turn off the lights, sighing in relief at the homey comfort. 

How did you not catch on that it was her taking care of your house? 

You quickly pull up the profile and look at the name attached. 

Hmmm… a fake name. That answers that question. You can’t believe that you sent her a coffee. Pfft... 

Dammit, you have to stop being nice to your house sitters. 

Thinking back on the text conversation you had with her the other night, you can’t even fathom that it was the same person, she was nice and funny and easy to talk to. The girl you were just with was the opposite of all of those things. She was mean, cunning, and blunt. You wonder what it would be like if none of this had ever happened to begin with. You scroll through her profile, and leave her a review, and exit the app. You put your phone on your night stand and you close your eyes, sleep over takes you.

You spent the day just relaxing. No one asking you for anything. No one telling you where to be or when to be there. Just you, hanging out doing whatever you want. Well until Sam texted you.

Samuel K: Sixtys? 10ish?

Fuck...

You: Can we please go literally anywhere else?

Samuel K: I’ll think about it.

Samuel K: No.

You: Dude, I can’t go there tonight. Your little bartender girl friend was my house sitter. We had a huge blow up when I found out. I’m dipping out.

Samuel K: No shit!! No, now you’re coming. I want the full story.

You: I don’t know man...

Samuel K: I’ll buy, you can get as trashed as you want…I won’t even intervene on your quarrels this evening....

You: Alright, fine. Fuck you’re annoying. I hate you and I’ll see you there.

Samuel K: :)

You pull on your jacket and grab your keys and wallet. You can’t believe you are actually going. You thought about ghosting the guys tonight just so that you didn’t have to deal with her, but then you realized that if you didn’t go, she would think she had the upper hand. Starting your car you sit for a minute to let the engine warm up, and you pull up the playlist you have spent all day building. You select a song and back out of the space before heading to your nightly dive.

You aren’t sure how you all decided on 'The Sixty'. It’s not really close to any of you, maybe in the middle, sort of. It’s a total dive, that Jake prides himself on finding when he did his self lead 'Bar Tour of Nashville' when you all moved down here. It’s never really crowded and fans never ‘happen to be there’. It’s nice that you can all sort of let loose, but for you, it’s just another performance. You hype yourself up every time you walk through the doors, seeing what sort of hateful things you can muster for the evening. It’s exhausting and you wish that you could both just let it go, but you are both too stubborn for that. Just one night at a different bar, thats all you ask.

You pull into the empty parking spot and see the rest of the guys cars. They are already here, meaning you would be walking in without the buffer of their chaos. You pull the door open, the bell ringing over your head, as your eyes scan the dimly lit bar looking for your crew. You spot them in their usual corner spot, Sam waving you down. You look over to the bar and see her standing there talking to a customer as she pours his drink, a small smile on her face. Rolling your eyes you walk over the the guys and find a seat. 

“Told you I could convince him.” Sam says to the guys smugly.

“Daniel, my brother, here for another night of debauchery?” Josh says patting your back.

“Ahh, something like that.” You reply taking off your jacket, opting for short sleeves this evening.

“Get this, he said that she was his house sitter while he was gone, he didn’t even know!” Sam laughs.

“What? How did you not know?” Jake asks.

“She had her profile set under a fake name! She had good reviews, I don’t know?!” You reply.

“So if she had a fake name how did you find out?” Sam asks.

“Well, we got home early right? Well, when I walked into the house there was a light on… so I looked around and didn’t see anything, then when I was walking to my bedroom she was there watering my plants! I scared the shit out of her.” You reply. 

“At 2 in the morning?” Josh asks.

“Yeah, dude, she must have gone after work.” You reply shrugging your shoulders. “I didn’t even know she had a second job...So, anyways we get into this huge blow out fight, I say more than I should have and she uses it against me... classic woman. I told her to get out and yeah, now you fuckers have dragged me here.” 

“Haha! Thats rich, Danny boy.” Jake says.

You nod your head annoyed, standing up to approach the bar to get a drink. Gathering up all of the asshole you have in you.

As you walk over, the door opens and someone walks in. You haven’t seen this guy before, and since you’re here most nights, you pretty much recognize everyone. You both arrive at opposite sides of the bar at the same time. She looks up and sees you walking towards her, a sigh leaving her lips. She walks over to him first.

Ugh, what happened to loyalty?

You stand at the other end of the bar, and watch as this guy orders his drink, taking his sweet time to flirt with her. You roll your eyes and scroll through your phone as you wait. After a few minutes you look up and she’s walking towards you. 

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Heartbroken Lover Boy?” She says. “Couldn’t stay away from me, huh?”

“Trust me, I didn’t come here for you.” You quip.

“What do you want Danny?” She asks biting her lips.

“Same as usual.” You reply “Do I have to tell you every time?”

“Probably, but only if it annoys you...” She says smugly, grabbing a glass and pouring your drink.

Ahh, so she does know what you drink…

“Who’s that guy?” You ask nodding your head down to the guy waiting at the end of the bar.

“Don’t know, just walked in. Seems nice though. Why do you care?” She asks.

“Well, just wondering if he escaped the mental hospital if he is flirting with you...” You reply.

“You’re such an ass, go away.” She replies, with a defeated look on her face.

Her hair falls in her face as she bends over to pick up a box of beer bottles. She tucks the strand behind her ear and exposes her neck. Her collarbone peeking out the top of her shirt. You tear your eyes away, kicking yourself for even looking at her in that way.

You stand up and head back to the table with your drink in hand. Turning and looking back to see her talking to that guy again. You get back to the table and sit down, all the guys staring at you.

“What?” You ask annoyed.

“Nothing… usually you’re fuming when you come back from the bar.” Josh says with a smirk.

“Eh, she didn’t want to fight, blondie over there caught her attention.” You say dismissively scoffing.

Sam and Josh look at each other with knowing smiles.

“Daniel, why do you care? Are you a little bit…jealous?” Sam says questioningly. 

“Fuck no. Not in a million years dude, be serious.” You reply harshly.

Pushing back the thought from your mind you change the subject quickly.

As you all continue to talk, you have a few more drinks. When it's your turn to go up to the bar and order, you spin in your chair before standing up. 

Its been like 2 hours, is she still talking to that dude? Damn...

Why do you care. She’s a bitch. 

As you stand at the bar, you look over and see her listening intently to everything this guy is saying. Doting on his every word. Surely he cannot be that interesting. She throws her head back laughing, and her cheeks are pink. Her smile has worked its way into her eyes and it’s almost contagious. Her body language is suggesting she's into him.

Fuck, what are you doing, don't think about her like that? 

You shake your head to rid the thought. She notices you standing there and tells the guy she will be right back.

“What do you need?” She says quickly grabbing a glass.

“What’s the rush? Didn’t we just talk about your poor service?” You say smugly.

“Daniel, just stop. What do you want?” She asks looking over to him.

“Oh, you like him don’t you? Maybe I should go… talk to him?” You tease, shrugging your shoulders.

“Danny, please…please.” she begs. Your cock twitches. 

What the fuck? You’ve lost control.

Crossing your legs to readjust, you up the ante. You raise your eyebrows at her and walk over to him. You are used to talking to strangers, so this is no sweat off your back.

“What’s up man, I’m Danny. Haven’t seen you in here before.” You say. 

You see her approaching out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey man, I’m… John. I’m new to the area, just checking out the local spots.” He replies.

“Ah, well this is a good one, we are here most nights, if you ever want to shoot some pool.” You reply nodding to the guys in the corner.

“Okay, here’s your drink. Thanks..…” she says trying to usher you away.

“So I see you’ve met our favorite bartender?” You say to him.

“Daniel…” she says pleading quietly.

“Yeah, she knows how to pour em’ up pretty good…” he laughs raising his eyebrows insinuating that she is hot. 

“Yeah, sometimes she does. But be careful she’s a real spitfire, trust me.” you say with a wink.

He takes a defensive stance, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, she can be kinda hot and cold, gotta catch her on a good night if you really want her. One night she’s kicking you out of the bar, the next night she’s on her knees for you…really could go either way.” you say arrogantly.

The blood drains from her face and you see her eyes well with tears as she rushes into the back room. 

He gives you a strange look shaking his head. 

“Anyways man, have a good night.” You reply walking away.

Damn, you didn’t think she would cry. Maybe you took it too far…

No, she’s fine you’ve said worse.

You hear the bell ring, and turn to see the him walking out of the bar. 

Takes care of that…

You take your seat back at the table.

“Uh… what was that about….” Sam questions. They are all staring at you.

“Ahh nothing, just a little chit chat amongst friends.” You reply.

“Nothing about that looked friendly.” Josh says looking over your shoulder.

You turn around and see her standing at the bar with red eyes, and she is now wearing a hoodie. Guilt washes over you. 

Dammit, okay that was definitely too far. Fuck. 

“I need another drink” you say as you throw back the rest of the one in your hand. 

“I’ll go, you stay here, I think you’ve done enough.” Josh says pushing away from the table.

He walks over to the bar and starts talking to her and you see her rub the sleeve of her hoodie across her eyes. Josh looks back at you with a scowl. She makes a few drinks and he pats the tops of her hands before returning to the table.

“You’re a fucking dick, dude.” He says sliding you your drink.

“I might have taken it too far that time, I will agree.” You say.

“Mmmhmm….” He says before changing the subject.

Another hour passes and you all decide you’re ready to go. Sam walks up to the bar to pay the tab. You pull him to the side. “Hey, make sure you leave her a good tip.” You say. 

Never thought those words would leave your mouth.

He looks at you strangely, “I will…”

You all say your goodbyes. She won’t even look at you. Usually she will at least give you a dirty look before you leave. 

You can’t believe you’re feeling guilty. She’s kind of pretty when she’s sad, her lips a little swollen from crying.

Shit, no. No she’s not. Did you already forget the shit she said last night?

No.

You all begin to walk out of the bar, checking one last time over your shoulder as you hold the door for the guys to walk out. You lock eyes. Hers are sad, quickly looking down at the floor. 

You bite your lips together and walk out.

Damn, you’re a dick. 

The entire drive home all you think about is the way she looked as you were leaving. The guilt taking over your mind. As hard as you try to push her out you just keep seeing those sad eyes, and the replay of her wiping her eyes on her hoodie. You wish you had never said that. When you get home, you pour your self a drink to try and get your mind off of it. You sit on your couch and turn on the TV…you scroll through your phone and see a post from the bar, with their specials of the night. 

Fuck, she’s everywhere.

You lock your phone and throw it on the table. You pour yourself another drink. The effects of the first finally washing over you.

You grab your drink and head to the bathroom, maybe a shower will help. You turn the water on as hot as it will go and quickly shed your clothes. You throw the rest of your drink back and step into the spray. 

‘She can be kinda hot and cold, gotta catch her on a good night if you really want her.’

Your brain replays the conversation, your own words haunting you.

‘One night she’s kicking you out of the bar, the next night she’s on her knees for you’

You really painted her in a bad light. You know you two argue, but you're positive that she wouldn’t have done that to you.

As you rinse the soap off of your body, you step out grabbing your towel off of the rack, quickly drying yourself before wrapping it around your waist. 

Maybe just one more drink before bed.

Pouring the rest of the little bit of whiskey you have left into your glass, you make mental note to buy more if you two are going to keep this up.

You lean against your kitchen cabinets and take a small sip when your doorbell rings.

What in the world?

You make your way to the front door, absolutely confused on who would be at your door at 2 in the morning. Twisting the lock, you open the door.

It’s her.

HER POV

You ring the doorbell nervously, your hands are tucked into the sleeves of your hoodie, as your fingers pick at the hangnails on your thumb. 

Oh god what are you doing here…

You hear the lock spin and you suck in a deep breath as the door opens. He looks shocked to see you. You can’t help but notice his wet curls hanging around his face, tinted red from a shower. He is wrapped in a towel and his chiseled body is on full display. 

Jesus…hes kinda…

No. Focus.

“If you’re done staring, you could tell me what you’re doing on my doorstep at 2 in the morning.” He says, shifting his weight to stand on his right leg. You can tell he has been drinking more. His words are slurring together slightly and he is feeling a little brave.

“I have your key. I forgot to give it to you last night. I’m taking a few days off from the bar and won’t see you there to give it back.” You reply.

“You’re taking a few days off?” He asks cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah, I need to figure some stuff out.” You reply blankly.

“Well, what makes you think you aren’t gonna be taking care of my house next time I leave?” He asks.

Shocked at his statement you reply, “What? I don’t understand...”

“You did a good job, and at least I know you. I’d rather have you do it than a total stranger.” He says letting you walk inside. 

“Daniel, we are strangers. We don’t know a thing about each other.” You reply harshly. He shuts the door behind you. 

“That’t not true, I know that you're into blondes. Well, were...” He says sarcastically, laughing.

“You’re such an asshole, I can’t believe you did that.” You say. “Actually no, you know what, I can believe you did that. Brings us right back to where we left off... Your shitty personality.” You say with your hands on your hips.

Suddenly he steps forward forcefully slamming his hands around your head, boxing you in and leaning into your ear as he says,  “You didn’t seem to have a problem with my personality when you were texting me for hours the other night... Now did you?” 

His face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath. 

You cut your eyes at him, “No, I didn’t, and for a second, a tiny little second, I almost convinced my self that you weren’t half bad. Which I know now is so wrong.” You reply coldly.

“Not half bad…?" he scoffs. 

“Do you think that I don’t notice you staring at me every night from across the bar? Do you think I don’t see your cheeks flush red when we argue, your pulse pounding in your neck? The way you bite your lips when you are waiting for me to say something back to you? Are you under the impression that I didn’t feel your eyes boring into my skin when my shirt lifted up at the bar the other night? Hmmm?” He says, his lips moving, resting gently on your ear,  “The way your breathing has gone shallow, right this very second?” He pulls back a bit and stares into your eyes.  “I see you, I always see you. Stop lying to yourself.”

You turn your head quickly to the side to show your disgust. “You’re an ass.”

He steps back smugly, releasing his arms from around your head, shifting his weight to his other leg.

“Maybe, but you like it, don’t you.” He replies.

“No, I liked the guy at the bar though. But you had to go and ruin it didn’t you? That shit wasn’t even true Danny.” You yell.

“Was it not? Huh. I must remember it differently.” He says sarcastically.

You dig in your purse and find his key. You place it on the table by the door.

“Here is your key. I’m leaving now.” You say.

“Keep it, you’re gonna need it for next time.” He says smugly.

“There is no way in hell i’m doing this again.” You reply.

“We’ll see about that….” He says.

What?

You turn on your heels, grabbing the key and cutting your eyes at him.

“I hate you.” You reply opening the door.

“I hate you more...” He says smiling, closing the door behind you.

What an ass...get real Danny.

You think about your conversation the entire way home. God he is such an arrogant prick. How could any woman ever even consider giving him the time of day. You think about him answering the door in nothing but a towel. Your brain betraying you. The way his skin was still slightly damp and warm as his toned arms caged you in. The heat radiating onto your face. His wet hair brushing your cheek. His abs flexed as he leaned over you, showcasing his sculpted obliques. The towel hanging off his hips revealing more of the dark hair of his happy trail, slightly curling into his navel.

Why are you thinking these things….why is your heart beating so fast?

You pull into your usual parking space and hurry inside of your apartment. You quickly shower the day away before slipping into bed. Your phone buzzes with a notification and you decide to ignore it until morning closing your eyes to the blackness.

The light coming through your curtains far too early for a Saturday wakes you prematurely. You groan and roll to your side to grab your phone and check your notifications. 

You have a new request from Side Jobs which you flick to the side for later, and a text from Josh.

Furrowing your brow you click on it. 

He never texts you. He only has your number from the night he lost his phone in the bar and made you call it until he found it. 

Josh: Working tonight? Having a party at my house for the new single release. You should come, it will be fun.

You: I’m off actually. Maybe I will, don’t want to ruffle any feathers though.

Josh: Ah, don’t worry about him, there will be plenty of people and alcohol. Promise.

You: Fine, text me your address and what time.

How did you get roped into this? You have a problem saying no to Josh. His sunny disposition and sweet nature make it hard to refuse anything he says. You can count on him to have your back, him always being the first to come up to you after your spats with Danny each night. You decide to go, simply because he asked.

You decide to really make this party worth your while. You are going to meet and talk to every single guy there and you’re going to ignore every single comment from Danny.

Fuck him for ruining your chance with John. Asshole.

You grab your favorite maroon colored dress out of your closet, that accentuates your body perfectly and slide it over your head. The fabric is tight around your boobs, showing tasteful cleavage. You slide on your favorite vintage leather biker jacket to look more casual. You have done a smokey eye and your hair is in loose waves falling around your shoulders. You spray a light dusting of perfume across your collarbone and wrists. You throw a few things from your purse into a small wristlet and head to your car. You’re only running about 30 minutes late. 

As you pull up to Josh’s house you are surprised at the number of cars lining the street. You find a spot and park, gathering your purse and making your way to the door. There are a few people standing at the entrance as you walk in. You scan the room to see if you recognize any familiar faces. You see Josh chatting with someone and Sam standing next to him.

The music is loud but not overwhelmingly so, everyone has a drink in their hand and seem to be deep into conversations. You make your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink and are happily met with a full countertop of liquor and mixers. You pour yourself a vodka soda and squeeze a lime in dropping it to the bottom of the plastic cup before adding a plastic straw, gently stirring. You see a girl standing next to you reading the bottle labels trying to figure out what she wants. 

“Do you like fruity, sweet, the hard stuff?” You ask.

She looks at you confused.

 “Im a bartender, I can help you pick. It seems a lot of this is in different languages. Damn world traveler...” You say.

“Oh, thank god! I have no idea what any of this says!” She laughs. “What do you have? I’ll just have that?” 

“This is a vodka tonic with a lime.” You reply.

“Perfect, sounds good.” She says smiling. 

You pour her an identical drink and she thanks you walking away.

Somehow you’re still working on your night off…

You make your way into the living room and are immediately stopped by Josh.

“Oh my gosh you came! I didn’t think you would!” He says hugging you tightly.

“What? Why not? You invited me!” You reply.

“Well yeah, but I know things are less than enjoyable around Daniel.” He says.

“Ahhh, forget him he’s an ass.” You reply dismissively.

“Yeah he can be. I would know.” He laughs.

As you continue to chat with Josh, you see Danny walk out of the kitchen making eye contact with you, a huff leaving his mouth as he looks you up and down.

Yeah, thats right get a good look.

Running his tongue over his teeth he turns and walks away to the other side of the room and starts talking to someone you don’t recognize.

Sam is over at the stereo system and changes the music to something more upbeat and turns the lighting down a bit. 

Okay Sam…

Sam locks eyes with you and does a little shimmy with his shoulders before walking away to talk to some girl. 

As you look around the room you can feel eyes staring at you and you notice Danny leaning against the wall, arms crossed drink in hand, just watching you. You glare at him and turn your back to him. 

You talk to a group of people for a bit before deciding you need another drink. People have started to dance a little bit so you excuse yourself to the kitchen. As you are pouring yourself a drink you can feel his presence before you can see him. He appears in front of you resting both hands on the counter top leaning to match your eye level. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks confrontationally. 

“Josh invited me…. Why do you care?” You ask snippily. 

“Well, I just thought I would actually get to have a good night for once, and here you are to ruin it.” He says cocking his head to the side.

“You could have very easily ignored me the entire night. Thats what I’m doing…yet, here you are going out of your way to come talk to me… makes you wonder…” you reply looking away from him smugly. 

“Wonder what?” He asks rudely.

“Why you can’t seem to stay away from me?” You reply in an obvious tone.

“Don’t flatter yourself, just because you look hot for once…” he replies.

You raise your eyebrows, and smirk at him, as he knows he slipped up, rolling his eyes.

So he thinks I look hot, huh? Maybe your little plan is working. Time to turn up the heat.

“Well if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to go dance.”  You say walking away leaving him standing there.

He’s wearing a vintage black and green sweater with a white diamond pattern, black corduroys and his hair is hanging long and loose on his chest. Tiny, barely there, hoop earrings hang delicately from his ears. If it were any other guy you would think he looked good, but its Danny, so you can’t. Won’t.

You make your way into the living room, the center now crowded with people dancing to the music DJ Sammy has selected. A guy approaches you and you begin to chat with him. He is hot, and has a very movie star-esque quality about him. He asks if you want to dance and you immediately say yes. Why not? He turns you around to face away from him, his hands falling at your lower waist, resting on your front as you begin to move to the music in unison, drink in hand. 

You see Danny walk out of the kitchen with a drink in one hand and his other in his pocket. He sees you with someone and does a small but noticeable double take, his jaw hardening when he sees you. You smirk at him and throw your head back whispering something into your guys ear. He laughs and you accept your victory as Danny mutters something under his breath walking away. 

As you continue to watch him every so often, you notice him approach a girl and whisper something into her ear, her nodding and him guiding her by her lower back to a different section of the room as they begin to dance. You turn to face your guy throwing your free arm around his neck as his hands wander down to rest on your ass.

DANNY POV 

She’s doing this on purpose, she wants a fight. Practically begging.  But why would I care if she is dancing like a slut with some guy she doesn’t know. She thinks she has you all figured out… let’s see how she it.

You walk over to your friend Alexis, and ask her if she wants to dance. She has been after you for months since your breakup, you know she won’t turn down a chance to dance with you. You lead her to a good spot and lower your free hand to her waist. The thing about Alexis, is that she is about as far from your type as it gets. You feel bad for using her for your own personal vendetta but, you gotta do what you gotta do. You say something in her ear about the music, and look up to see your enemy staring at you from across the room. She turns around to face her guy and he puts his hands on her ass. You feel your jaw harden at his actions. You blow out a small breath and try to look away, but you can’t. Your eyes are glued to her. He spins them both around so that he can talk to one of his friends, now you are making eye contact with her once again. She opens her mouth placing the straw from her drink between her lips, slowly taking a drink from her cup, you watching the liquid travel slowly down her throat. 

You swallow hard and feel your body go rigid.

Why is she effecting you like this, she is not a nice girl…

She looks up slowly from under her lashes and swirls the straw around with her tongue, darting it around in small circles taunting you.

Jesus Christ that was hot… Your heart begins to race. You almost forget you’re dancing with Alexis.

You dance for a few more minutes and trail your hands all over Alexis’ body, hoping that she is watching you. 

The guy she is dancing with is clearly turned on by her and her behavior, as you watch him stick his finger in her drink swirling it around before she grabs his wrist, and lifts his liquor soaked finger to her mouth and sucks it clean.

Mother fucker….

She pulls him into her, his head leaning down so that she can whisper into his ear. You can’t quite make out what she’s said but you can see his eye brows rasie and his mouth forming something along the lines of ‘holy fuck, that was hot.’

You snap.

You thanks Alexis, and let her go, storming into the kitchen careful to not let anyone see your massive erection. You are furious that she was able to even do this. 

You hate her…

You make yourself a stiff drink, and drink half of it, cooling off before you return back to the living room. You decide to ignore her, and go find Sam. You walk into the living room to find him with a group of people discussing god knows what, but anything is better than watching that bitch egg you on from across the room.

Out of the corner of your eye you see them sitting on the couch together, her on his lap with his hand resting on her thigh. 

She’s sitting on his lap now…?

You breathe a deep breath and look away, turning your attention back to Sam, listening to him ramble on. Subconsciously you find your head turning back to them as you sip your drink and try to be inconspicuous. 

She’s still there and his hand has moved higher on her thigh. He says something funny and she throws her head back laughing and leaning back, you catching a small glimpse of the barely there black lace fabric between her legs. 

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as all the blood begins to rush to your dick for the second time tonight. She locks eyes with you and bites her lip, quickly releasing it before looking back her her guy.

That’s it, you gotta get out of here.

You push through the crowd in the living room and make your way to the back yard where you find Josh telling some elaborate story. You stand in the back just listening until he is finished, smirking because you know how it ends. He walks over to you.

“Hey dude, haven’t seen you much tonight? Where ya been?” He asks.

“Inside, being absolutely tortured, but I’m sure you know that already, because you invited her.” You say matter of factly. 

“Why Daniel, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Josh says acting innocent. 

“Cut the shit. How did you know?” You ask him.

“Intuition, my brother. Don’t wait too long, she seems awfully comfortable in there.” He says.

“Fuck no dude, she can come to me. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be the one to cave.” You reply. 

“You’re gonna fuck it up if you’re not careful.” He says with a smirk. 

“I know what I’m doing…” you reply walking back inside. There is commotion in the kitchen and people yelling ‘shots!’

You were wholly unprepared for what you were about to walk in on. 

There on the kitchen table, she was laid out with a shot glass between her tits. You push through the crowd a bit to move closer, but still out of sight. She had a line of salt at the base of her neck and a lime between her teeth. You swallow forcefully and clear you throat at the thought of you being the one to do it. Her guy walks up and everyone begins to cheer. You throw the rest of your drink back and set it on the counter. You cross your arms bearing all your weight on your left side. 

You watch on as he lowers his hands grasping the sides of each of her tits, holding her still as his head lowers down and his lips wrap around the full shot glass. He picks up the shot glass with his lips, throwing his head back and swallowing, before licking the salt off her neck and lowering his mouth to hers, grabbing the lime between his teeth. Everyone cheers as he presses a wet kiss to her neck before helping her up off the table as they walk into the next room. 

Son of a bitch... 

You walk to the the hallway bathroom and are met with a small line of guys. Of course Josh has designated a men’s bathroom and a women’s bathroom…

You pull out your phone and scroll through your Instagram notifications for a few minutes before you feel someone trying get past you. A hand brushes gently across your groin and a sexy, low whisper enters your ear. 

“Enjoying the show, Daniel?” She says in a sultry voice. Her eyes dark as she gets past you and continues to the women bathroom line looking over her shoulder. 

Goddamn, has she always been this fucking hot?

A few minutes pass and a few guys come and go. It’s almost your turn when you see her re-approaching you in the hallway. 

She turns to get past you side ways, her face close to yours, your hands grazing her hips as she passes. You feel her tuck something into the front pocket of your pants, her other hand coming up to cup the side of your face as she whispers into your ear as she pulls you close, “Since you liked them so much…” 

Her hand sliding away down your neck and stopping once she reaches your belt buckle before sliding completely past you and disappearing into the living room.

The door opens to the bathroom signaling your turn. You rush in shutting the door and locking it behind you, then reaching into your front pocket and pulling out a pair of black lace panties. 

What a tease. If your dick was any harder it might burst.

You shove them back into your pocket and finish up in the bathroom. 

You have had it with her mixed signals… it’s time to end this shit.

You come out of the bathroom and walk back into the living room scanning for her face. You see her with the guy and scoff at her brazenness. 

You meet eyes with Sam who gestures for you to join him but you keep walking. You walk right up to her, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her behind you as you walk out the front door. 

“What are you doing?” She says, acting worried, but following behind you.

“What am I doing? What are you doing?” You say as you reach the side of the house, spinning her around and pushing her against the brick wall. 

She turns her head looking away from you, not meeting your eyes.

“What now you won’t look at me? After eye fucking me all night? Teasing me to no end? Too late baby, the damage is done.” You say harshly.

She looks you in the eyes, hers filled with lust. Her tongue peeks out gently brushing over her lips. You bring your thumb up to her damp limps pressing your thumb into her mouth being met with the bite of her teeth before quickly pulling your hand away and reaching into your pocket.

“This?” You say holding up the black thong, dangling on your index finger.

“I saw you staring Danny. You wanted it. You wanted…me.” She says, aloofly. “Admit it.” Her tongue resting on her top teeth waiting for your response.

Shoving the panties back in your pocket you bring your hand to her throat, gripping with light pressure as a smile begins to turn her lips upward. 

“Fine.” You say through your teeth. 

You release her throat and pull her body flush with yours, her breath hitching as she feels your erection pressed firmly against her stomach. Her hands resting on your chest, you see her eyes roll and she plays coy. But you know. 

“Tell me to stop! Tell me you don’t want me! Say it!” You yell, demanding an answer, as her hands move up to your neck and weave into the curls at the nape of your neck. She pauses for a second, looks up at you through her lashes, eyes dark and piercing and whispers, “No.”

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[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

AIGHT Y’ALL I wasn’t tagged but I’m doing this anyways because f u c k  i t

It's the year 2021 and you're obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?

Deadasss weird as fuck, my dude. Like...out of all the things I could’ve predicted happening in our lord’s year 2021, it definitely was NOT getting hyperfixated on a hammy gay ship with a punk and a nerd from a goddamn karate soap opera. And yet...here we are??? I will never understand hyperfixations, my guy. But I’ve met a lot of really cool people in this fandom, so I can’t really complain.

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?

I have never seen a single Karate Kid movie in my entire life. When I was a kid, it looked kinda dumb so I never got into it XD But then I saw my roommate watching Cobra Kai on Youtube Red one day (he has every streaming service known to man) and I was hooked. And...here I am!

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:  

Literally EVERYONE except for Kreese, Yasmine, Kyler, and Tory, sorry stans

Okay but if we gotta pick, Johnny Lawrence is my Problematic Fave. Also I love my boy Daniel, he’s trying his best!!! And Amanda LaRusso, we stan a queen!!!

Among the kids, definitely Miguel, with Demetri as a close second. I also love Sam, Aisha, Moon, and Hawk (pre- and post-Bastardization Arc, anyways XD)!

Favorite ship:  

Take a look at my username and take a WILD FUCKING GUESS lmao Yes it’s Eli/Demetri because DUH, every interaction they have is so fucking gay and Eli fucking saved him!!! And came back to him!!! And betrayed the world’s most terrifying dojo with a WAR CRIMINAL SENSEI all for Demetri!!! And how Demetri was willing to forgive him for everything at the drop of a hat because he always had faith there was still good in his best friend??? That’s TRUE LOVE motherfuckers. Please let them kiss in Season 4. I will sell you all of my limbs. Sam/Miguel is a close second because they’re cute as shit and it’s just so lovely to see two people so unapologetically smitten with each other. They are in LOVE, and I will RIOT if they break up again!!! Keep Sam and Miguel together 2k21!!!

Underrated character:

SAMANTHA LARUSSO!!! The amount of hate my girl gets for acting like a normal teenager and fucking up occasionally JUST like the rest of the cast makes me want to start punching things. She cares SO MUCH about her friends!!! And she loves the shit out of Miguel!!! She hasn’t always been the best friend but you know what??? Neither has Hawk, and we still forgave his ass!!! Also LET HER BE FEMININE but also kick utter ass, my god!!! Femininity should not be synonymous with being weak, y’all! ALSO DEMETRI, like yes, he likes to complain and occasionally run his mouth, but guess what else he likes to do??? Never give up on the love of his life his best friend Eli Moskowitz and refuse to lose faith in him no matter how much of a little shit he’s become, and I for one think that’s very badass of him. Also the way he takes care of Eli pre-Cobra Kai in his own snarky bastard way makes me absolutely Weak and needs more appreciation. Like the dude has charisma and COULD have probably made other friends and left Eli behind if he wanted, but did he??? No, he wants the weepy loser with the lip scar in the polo shirts and dorky sweaters and will protect him as much as his wimpy ass is able!!!

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):  

Among the adults, Daniel/Amanda!!! Like maybe I just don’t watch that much tv, but it seems kinda rare to me to see a happily married hetero couple, and it’s just nice to see a married couple who genuinely love each other and where there’s not like...lingering resentment or some shit. I feel like this ship gets overshadowed by Lawrusso a lot (which like--okay, fair!!! Daniel and Johnny do have a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and the gay undertones are undeniable, so I get it), and it makes me kinda sad. I do love Lawrusso, but I don’t like when Amanda has to get her heart broke for it to happen, you feel? Among the kids, honestly YasMoon. Like I really love the idea of Yasmine trying to better herself because of Moon’s influence on her and because Moon like...inspires her to be a better person, I guess? With their pretty strong friendship, it just makes more sense to me for Yasmine to get a redemption arc through Moon than through Demetri. ALSO girls DO often pull the whole “mean girl” shtick to cover up being closeted lesbians, and Moon IS canonically bi, so it could work!!! I just think this one could be a really interesting Friends to Lovers take, and could make a really nice coming-out arc for Yas. And MoonPiper too, honestly!!! Like they only got 5 seconds of screentime so I understand WHY it’s underrated, but I still love what we DID get and loved that there was a canon gay ship (even if only for 1 scene lmao). I’m really excited to potentially see more of them in Season 4!!! Please, I’m begging!!!

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?

Sweep the Leg because it will always be deeply hilarious to me how Demetri took note of the first move Eli ever used on him and spent presumably weeks perfecting it OUT OF SPITE just to get him back with it at the soccer game MONTHS later. Just goes to show how OBSESSED Demetri is with Eli and their little karate rivalry which is just NOT straight, I’m sorry

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?

There’s something so funny about this pretentious little fuck walking around in fancy suits once he becomes a #SuccessfulBusinessman, and still occasionally trying to do karate in a full-ass suit (take THAT, Tom Cole’s boba!!!) I’m also a big fan of how he looks in his gi with his little headband. Still killing that look as a 40-50-something!!!

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:

Tbh I have still never seen a single Karate Kid movie (they took them off of Netflix, RIP), so...I don’t really care if they bring anyone else back??? I’m invested in the characters we already have in the show, I don’t need some rando from the movies to make a cameo to have a good time XD The only character I really wanted them to bring back was Ali, and they already did, so like...I’m good??? That’s all I really needed, I can die in peace now XD

Scene that lives in your head rent-free:

Basically any fluffy Elimetri scene, but 5 in particular: ~Miguel first meeting Eli and Demetri at the lunch table, and Eli looking at Demetri like he hung every goddamn star in the sky ~Demetri going off at a terrifying, “unhinged” karate sensei on the first day of Cobra Kai because he made fun of Eli’s lip and Demetri is not about that shit ~ELI STEALING DEMETRI’S NACHO AND SMIRKING AT HIM, LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR PLEASE BE A LITTLE LESS HOMOSEXUAL IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ~Eli yanking Demetri onstage during Valley Fest to hold a board, and Demetri being visibly like...extremely turned on when Eli breaks said board ~ELI SAVING DEMETRI DURING THE CHRISTMAS FIGHT, ELI APOLOGIZING, DEMETRI AND ELI KICKING COBRA ASS TOGETHER AKSBDCUWYVCBU

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?

I hope not! He’s kind of a funny meme character to pop up now and again but I don’t think he deserves a serious plotline when there are so many more interesting characters to follow.

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?

Miyagi-Do because Cobra Kai would eat me alive. Also I’d probably straight up get stuck and die in that cement mixer, if I even made it that far XD Besides, being salty that your friend who you have a crush on likes martial arts better than you and starting martial arts to impress them but also being too lazy to join anything TOO intense is a Big Mood and I am certainly not speaking from personal experience here, no sirree

What’s your training montage song?

"Shut Up and Drive” by Rihanna for a weight-training and bicep-flexing montage, “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons for a more intense punching-and-kicking-shit montage. I don’t know why this is, I just feel it in my heart.

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?

*Briefly panics because I don’t actually watch that much TV and most of the stuff I do watch is fantasy/sci fi shit that absolutely would not work for a CK crossover*

Hmmmm okay but ACTUALLY

You know what would be fucking funny as hell would be an It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia crossover. Allow me to elaborate: ~The Gang goes to LA on vacation during the height of the Karate Dojo Wars. They literally can get barely anything done without all these goddamn karate-fighting teenagers getting in the way. ~They are all very annoyed by this. Even the most obscure of tourist attractions is eventually intercepted by karate fights. ~Mac tries to join Cobra Kai because he sees all this karate fighting on, and wants to unquestionably prove both his badassery and masculinity. Both Johnny and Kreese are like “Wtf are you doing here? Aren’t you like 30?” ~Mac gets a planet-sized crush on Johnny after all of 5 minutes and endlessly gushes to the gang about him. The gang mercilessly roast him about this and about how much of a pathetic loser with his life together in no way whatsoever Johnny sounds like. They proceed to have exactly 0 self awareness about this. ~The Waitress is in town visiting family or something, and Charlie is stalking her, as per usual. However, every time he’s about to go up and talk to her, a pack of battling Miyagi-Dos and Cobra Kais throwing punches and kicks everywhere blocks his path. One times, Mac is among one of these packs and Charlie is like “???? He didn’t get kicked out of that teen karate dojo yet???” ~Seeing how much the Kids These Days seem to like fighting, Charlie drops by a local high school to try and sell Fight Milk to the kids doing karate. Only Kyler and Brucks buy into it, and subsequently get the entire West Valley High wrestling team sick. Charlie is inevitably arrested, as Counselor Blatt thinks he’s selling the kids drugs. ~Dennis makes a plan to have sex with every hot chick he can in Los Angeles. He meets Ali on a dating app post-divorce, and inevitably tries to bang her. It doesn’t work. ~Frank crashes the rental car, and inevitably the gang ends up at one of Daniel’s dealerships. Dee quickly takes a liking to Daniel and is like “Watch, assholes--Imma homewreck this guy’s marriage.” She starts frequenting the dealerships to attempt to flirt with Daniel, until one day she walks in on him having sex with Johnny in a back room and she’s like “Is that the guy from Mac’s goddamn dojo?!?!” ~Dennis, of course, tries to sleep with Amanda. Amanda is not having it, and rebukes him in the most snarky, Amanda-esque way possible. Dennis is just like “Oh not AGAIN--the women in this goddamn diva city have too high of standards!” ~Later on, the gang is at the beach and Dennis spots the blonde lady he went out on an ill-fate date with, and decides to give it another shot--that is, until he sees her go up and kiss another woman and he’s like “IS THAT THE LADY FROM THE CAR DEALERSHIP??? STUPID-KARATE-KICK-COMMERCIAL’S WIFE?!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” ~Dee complains to Dennis about her lack of luck getting laid, and Dennis is just like “Oh come ON, is everyone in Los Angeles gay???” Smash cut to Hawk and Demetri having sex, Moon and Piper making out, Bert and Nate holding hands, Chris and Mitch doing oral, and Amanda, Ali, and Carmen having a threesome. ~Frank tries to scam Kreese into buying cheaply-made karate equipment for his dojo. The gang ends up having to leave LA because Kreese is quite literally plotting all of their murders.

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[thenightling]

I’ll be your mirror (A Sandman fan fiction)

This story is a shameless Fluff piece written while listening to “I’ll be your Mirror” by The Velvet Underground on repeat.  This is sort of Dream of The Endless working through an existential crisis.  

  I’ll be your Mirror

             The pale figure of Daniel Hall moved through the empty private chambers of The Castle at the heart of The Dreaming.  

This ancient, and stone-looking, fortress was a monument to pure creativity, pure imagination. Sometimes known as Ghost Castle it seemed fitting that that the current aspect of Dream (who often answered to the name Daniel) actually resembled something of a ghost.  He was pale white, as white as milk, and his hair was just as white, just as soft and cloud-like, as the rest of his ethereal form.  His hair was curly and untamed, much like the black hair of his predecessor, the now deceased aspect of Dream, Morpheus.            Daniel’s eyes were black as pools of midnight water, with two twin star pupils.  He could have been the boyish and more youthful looking twin of the previous embodiment of dream.                Daniel wore an egg-shaped emerald amulet, the only sign of color upon him.  Otherwise he was a mostly white, and wispy entity wandering his private chambers. He moved silently and with some private sense of purpose.   Dream of The Endless is something like a great, faceted jewel.  And each facet is a different incarnation- an aspect, an autonomous entity that is both connected to, and yet separate to the whole.

             Daniel knew he was only a fragment and not the whole of what is Dream of The Endless and yet there was no real sense of comfort to that strange loneliness that ate at his all-too human-like heart.   He often felt he was too human.  Had his predecessor dealt with such a burden?  He tried to recall.  Yes.  Why, yes he had.  But only toward the end…            You would think the link to that old, deceased, aspect of Dream of The Endless would be gone but that was not necessarily the case.  Not only had Daniel inherited all of his memories but he had done something, something that he was fairly certain most did not know about…            Daniel had been conceived and gestated for over two years in a mortal woman’s womb in The Dreaming.  Though his mother had some divine aspect within her, and was considered something of a “metahuman” herself, Daniel had seemed human enough at the time of his birth, despite the peculiarities of his gestation and his poor, naïve, father having been the manipulated soul of a deceased human…            Where had the other aspect of Dream been during Daniel’s gestation?  Well, for most of it he had been imprisoned in a crystalline cage in a mortal’s cellar.            In his early form Daniel had appeared to be a normal human baby.  Blond haired, blue eyed, with a peach-tone flesh that wasn’t as it was now, this milk-white.  The only one who had recognized him for what he truly was had been Himself, that is to say, the active aspect of Dream, Lord Morpheus.            Now looking pretty much nothing like that mortal baby, the adult and distinctly non-human Daniel Hall, this aspect of Dream of The Endless, recalled well their first psychic communications with one and other.  It was the only time he truly felt a deep and profound bond to another, when he stared into Morpheus’ eyes and felt that link there between them.  Of course there had been some connection to his mortal-esque mother but this was different.  What he felt toward this other aspect of self was like staring into a reflection of his very soul.               When he “Spoke” with Morpheus it was like communing with his own subconscious. There was such an understanding and appreciation for the truth that it comforted him to know he was there. Though to tell which had been comforted by the other’s presence was difficult to say.

When Morpheus had “Died” as Dream of The Endless, Daniel rose to power, taking his predestined form and his mind flooded with the repressed, and hidden knowledge and memories of over ten billion years of consciousness. Now he felt like the very heart of an intricate web, he knew each fiber as it stretched from himself and through The Dreaming.  

He had a psychic link to every sentient entity he had ever created within The Dreaming, including ones created by his previous-self (whom he could recall having been, like a human reincarnation).

The loneliness had been terrible in those first few moments as Lord of The Dreaming, despite his sudden psychic awareness and knowledge.   And one of the first things he did was something others might find unspeakable…

           Meanwhile, in another part of The Dreaming…

           “I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.”

           In his darkest and strangest hours, when Morpheus had thoughts he scarcely would admit to himself he wondered that perhaps Loki, Lucifer, and all the other iconoclasts of the various pantheons were right in their rebellion. They wanted to leave and so they did. There was no dramatic final exit. They didn’t dread abandoning responsibilities as he did. If only he had the bravery or selfishness and carelessness to do as they had done…but these thoughts were along the lines of words he would never dare utter, not even to himself. He was dead now, right? What did it matter? He had escaped his role in the most absolute fashion possible…

           Morpheus walked along the beach of Hob’s dream in the perpetual eventide. This was, for him, his Heaven, his sanctuary. And almost every night he would walk and speak with his friend who always steadfastly refused Death’s gift. How he admired Hob’s fortitude. And how he, himself, liked it here. He was at peace here. Eternally residing in the dream of a friend wasn’t the worst way one could spend an existence after being an Endless. And yet sometimes he felt certain old aches, like a mortal who had lost a leg and missed it terribly.            His existence as Dream of The Endless was over but Morpheus had been recreated as a Dream Entity.   Now free from the burden of being Dream of The Endless, he did not envy the self that had to reign in his place.  In fact he found himself pitying him. And sometimes he felt that his new purpose, his new reason to be, was to simply reassure Daniel as no one had for himself- to remind him that he understood.  That he knew how he felt.  That he was not alone.  And most importantly, perhaps, that he forgave him for all his faults and short comings…

             Daniel walked to the mirror mounted over the vanity table in his private rooms.  The door to the room vanished behind him.  He wanted to be alone with his brooding thoughts.    Daniel stared into the mirror, trying to decide who or what he was.                Who was he?  And where did he belong?  Was he the boy Lyta Hall had cradled in her arms or was he the man who would govern The Dreaming for eons to come and who had always governed The Dreaming?   He felt world weary and weak.   He doubted himself and his abilities as Dreamlord.   He sighed heavily.  Sometimes he just wished he was that innocent child once more simply so someone would hold him and comfort him and tell him everything would be okay.              A figure stepped behind Daniel, soundlessly and as shadowlike as Daniel was ghostlike.  Daniel was only briefly startled by the sudden presence of his deceased self in the chamber with him.  He knew better than to ask how Morpheus had come to be there. Morpheus might have been deceased as Dream of The Endless but as a dream-entity he was very much free from that burden and knew his way around The Dreaming and especially his old castle.  And he knew how to enter where only Dream would enter.                The two – the living Dream of The Endless and the “Dead” Dream felt such a relief in the other’s presence as if all pressure had been lifted.  But each was too proud to admit how much he needed the other in that moment.                          “What am I?” Daniel asked in his lingering sense of personal uncertainty. It was the question he would never ask anyone other than himself.              “You are you.  You are Dream.”  Morpheus assured him as if that was all the answer he needed.            Daniel nodded.  He seemed a little shaky but the other figure placed a bony hand on Daniel’s narrow shoulder.  Daniel’s garments wavered, shifted.  And his white robes became a fine, gauzy, white, toga, just as Morpheus’ own gothic, wizard-like robes shifted into an identical black toga.              The two looked like matching halves of a yin-yang standing there in front of the great oval mirror mounted over the vanity table.              “I am here.” Morpheus assured him in his own imperfect way of trying to comfort himself.  “I am here.”  He did not begrudge his posthumous existence. He knew why Daniel needed him.  The silent need that they both had, it was that same need that had invited a certain cat that had been mistaken as another aspect of Dream, to come save the universe. That was a different adventure that both knew in their heart but could not actually, consciously, directly, remember, not really.            “I will be for you what was never there for me.” Morpheus assured him.              Daniel took a ragged breath.  “I didn’t… I wasn’t sure you would…”            “That I would forgive my own existing?   Daniel… It was my plan.  I knew I had to change or die.  I chose both.  I knew what you would do because you are me.  How could I begrudge it?”            Daniel turned his head.  Morpheus had released his awkward grip on the shoulder of his other self.              “This is where we both belong.”  Daniel said.  It was a statement but it was also a plea, a secret, hidden plea.  He feared being rejected by himself.            “Perhaps.”  Morpheus said, knowing Daniel understood what he meant.            “We are all things within The Dreaming.” Daniel said.  “The wind, the rain, the sunset, all of it.  It’s us.  And I don’t actually –need- anyone.”  He lied and he knew his other self knew he was lying.            “But there is a difference to be able to talk and hear a voice respond that has felt and knows your burden.”              “I don’t want to be alone.”  Daniel said.  “You’re just going to leave again, retreat back into your dreamscape and leave me to bear it…  We’re not the same.  You’re free where I am not.”            Morpheus’ expression darkened, his frown deepened. “No.   No, I’m not as free as I thought I was.  You are my burden now. I am my own burden.  Because…  No matter where I go… there I am… And you need me.  I… am responsible.”            Daniel looked at him, uncertainly, blinking his black, glassy eyes.  “You would… stand with me?  So I don’t have to be alone?”            “I am here, am I not?  Yes… I have died.  And …changed.”  He loathed admitting that more than once.  “But things are different now.   There are two of us…  We need not stand alone any longer.”             Daniel looked at him, at his other self, and there was no resentment. There was no sense of old guilt for forcing him to exist.  He knew that he understood why he had done it.  They forgave each other.   And they were both home.    

           “No one else would ever accept me if I showed them all of who and what I am.” Daniel confessed.  “Not even… Not even my mortal mother.  She could never understand.   There’s so much darkness in me...  And it has always been there.  Always, even before I was Daniel Hall. I am so very afraid of …of my own darkness.”             Morpheus gave him a trace of a bitter smile.  “You are afraid others might see your mind, your secret heart, and judge you for it?  You are afraid they will see the corruption, cruelty, and unkindness?”             “Yes…”             “Daniel, I was far crueler than you ever were.  Don’t burden yourself…”              “But sometimes I-“                “Shhhh.”  Morpheus said.  “It’s what you do, not what you think that defines what you are.  You don’t bear that darkness alone.  It’s what you choose to do despite the darkness that matters. Pretend to be kind- and act on that pretended kindness.  Behave the way you think a kind creature should act.  It is good enough to pretend, to play the part.  You are good enough.”               “How- how can I do that?  I barely know how to be you.”               “’Me.’” Morpheus corrected.  “How to be ‘me.’  You are not my shadow.”                Daniel shook his head and raised his hands to his face, placing his palms over his own eyes.    

            Morpheus was not very good at physical intimacy except with lovers and even then there was some question as to his ability to express affection but when it came to himself he made the exception and reaching out he took a hold of each of Daniel’s hands, cupping his hands with his to gently ease down his hands.  “Please put down your hands.   Don’t worry. I see you for what you really are. You are not something terrible. You are Dream and you are …beautiful. Surely you see it?”              “How can you possibly see good in me when you don’t even see it in yourself?”  Daniel asked.         Morpheus was taken aback by the question as if Daniel’s very words had slapped him.  “I…”        “I have done terrible things.  I have hurt people.”  Daniel said. “Why do you think I am so much better than you?  Why? How could I be better than you when I AM you?  At least you never killed except in defense of The Dreaming!  I…  I killed and it was for malicious reasons. I thought I was being honorable but I was just being cruel.”

            Morpheus knew what he was talking about. He had always known. He knew about Daniel’s lover, Ivy, Rose Walker’s daughter.   Desire’s great granddaughter.   And he knew that when a bachelor party, besotted by alcohol, had made lewd comments about Ivy, Daniel had driven them all, in a pleasant dream-walk, into the ocean…

            It had been cruel.  It had been brutal.  It had been something Morpheus had thought beyond his own capacity but he sometimes surprised himself. And he also knew he had to forgive himself. Daniel had been burdened with being Dream of The Endless all alone and it was effecting his mind.              Daniel clenched his hands into fists.  He looked so vulnerable to Morpheus, so tired, and so frail.  “Damn you!  Damn you for leaving me here and making me be you!”  Daniel said with his head bowed.  Their thoughts were shared between them as they had been when Daniel had his mortal, infant, form.                

          Morpheus slowly walked from Daniel and the vanity mirror that had reflected them this entire time.  Now Daniel’s was the only image in the mirror as Morpheus walked to a sofa that had not been in the stark room a moment before.            He sat down slowly, heavily, despite his slight build.           “I should never have done this to you…  It was wrong of me.”

        Daniel was surprised.           “All I did was subject another self to the same burden that I fled from in allowing you to become Dream of The Endless, and letting myself die.  I see now there is only one way to rectify this wrong…”               Daniel blinked several times and walked over to the sofa.  He sat down next to him.   Daniel knew what he meant to do.  “Are you certain?  After all you went through to extricate yourself?”                Morpheus nodded slowly.  “Yes, I am certain.  I must do this.  It will just be an endless cycle unless…”            Daniel placed a hand over Morpheus’ “Unless we share the burden… together.  Support one and other…  be there for each other…”            Morpheus looked at him.           “Balance one and other.”   When Daniel lifted his hand there was now something in Morpheus’ palm. It was the ruby dreamstone amulet he had re-created shortly before his own destruction. He looked down at it with a nod.                With an almost ceremonious act of raising it, Morpheus lifted the jewel pendant up, and over his head.  He lifted it over his mop of black, wild, hair and let the amulet hang from his neck, lightly against his chest.            Now Daniel offered the pouch of dreamsand.  Morpheus saw it had been exactly duplicated though which was the duplicate, the one he would claim, or the one Daniel kept, it was impossible to tell.

          “Ovid wrote of three Oneiroi.” Daniel said. “But I think we have both had enough of three-in-one.  And perhaps two is enough.  Don’t you think?”

        Morpheusn as Morpheus was done securing the pouch to his hip Daniel took his hand again.  He liked holding his hand and he knew Morpheus liked it too even if they were both too proud to admit it out loud.          “Promise me,” Daniel said, “promise you will help me through my own darkness.”         “I will try.  I’m not sure I can.”  Morpheus said, uncertainly.        “You can,” Daniel said “Because you already are.  We… already are… for each other.”          “Which one of us is the reflection of the other?”

            “Does it matter?”             “No.  Not anymore.”

                      The End.

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[mind-reader1]

I’m the Bad Guy (duh)

Summary: Emma has an accident the morning after her engagement to Drake in the safehouse that turns everyone’s world upside down. Nothing will be the same, no matter how hard Drake tries.

Catch up here!

Word count: 2496 words

Chapter 8, part 2: How to save a life

6 MONTHS LATER

New York City

Liam was relieved when he finally stepped into the lobby of his hotel in New York. He’d been on edge since they arrived and stared at the clock for the majority of the meeting he was there for. The city was filled with ghosts for him, every woman could’ve been her, when someone walked by he could hear her laughter floating on the wind like music to ears. New York was the city where they met, the city where he thought they'd begin the rest of their lives together, the city where she broke his heart. He sat in his room, all the lights shut off, staring out at the city lights. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but he couldn’t sleep. His mind replayed memory after memory. He thought a walk would clear his mind.

He walked aimlessly and found himself in front of the Statue of Liberty, he looked at it for only a second but it was enough. He could taste her strawberry lip gloss, feel her slightly chapped lips against his, burned into his brain forever. He thought about her less often now, but in New York, he found it impossible to think of anything but her.

He continued on his walk when something caught his eye. It looked like a photography studio. A small hole in the wall building, a single message on the window, “for inquiries about the photos, contact the artist” and it listed a phone number, no name.

That wasn’t what had caught Liam’s eye though, what had caught his eye were the photos themselves that he could see through the glass windows. Red apples, beautiful ball gowns caught twirling during a waltz, the Hudson lit up at night. Liam felt the wind knocked out of his lungs by some invisible force when he saw the next picture, a beautiful woman with long curls staring up at a man with shaggy brown hair, pulling her close as he stared lovingly back.

For a moment it was as if he was staring at an image of Emma and Drake. He steadied himself against the glass. It was just his mind playing tricks on him.

When he had regained some sense of equilibrium, he went back to the photos, so many men with shaggy brown hair, beautiful horses. He took a photo of the phone number and continued to walk. It was just a coincidence, he told himself, though he was beginning to let the doubt creep in when he realized where he had ended up.

It was her bar.

Maybe this would be a good place to finally put a rest to the story, the place where it all began is the place where it should end. He took a deep breath and walked in, not knowing his ghosts weren’t ghosts after all.

“Hello sir, what can I get for you?”

“I’ll have a glass of red wine, please.”

The young man nods and disappears into the back, leaving Liam to stare at the picture he took. He decides to call the number, hoping to see the gallery up close tomorrow.

//

“Emma!” Daniel rushes into the back as she takes off her apron for the night.

“I’m not covering for you Daniel, I’m going into the studio early tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

He waves his hand dismissively. “That’s not why I’m looking for you! You have to see this hot tortured guy that just came in.”

Emma rolled her eyes and gave Daniel the best smile she could muster. “I don’t need you to keep trying to set me up, really. I think I’m better off alone now anyways.”

“I know you loved him, but you don’t have to be in love to have some fun.”

Emma sighed. She had told Daniel everything after she started working at the bar again. He tried to be helpful by trying to set her up with guys he thought looked like Drake but Emma just wasn’t interested. She was still learning to navigate life after the accident, she’d come a long way but didn’t need romance to complicate things.

“Daniel -“

“Walk out the front and just look please?”

“Fine.” She said exasperated.

She switched into her street clothes and tucked her uniform into her bag as she walked out the kitchen door. The head that snapped up to meet hers was one of the last she ever expected to see.

Both of them were frozen as they stared at each other. Emma’s studio phone was ringing in her bag but she couldn’t hear it, all she could hear was the deafening roar in her ears. Liam was here, in New York, in her bar, after all this time. Her first thought was Drake. Had something happened to him, was he here too?

Liam hung up his phone and the ringing in Emma’s bag stopped. She took a cautious step towards him and he slid off the barstool.

“I - I didn’t. I didn’t realize you still worked here, I’m sorry.”

She’d only ever seen Liam speechless one other time. She tore her gaze away, unable to face him.

“No, stay, please. I’m sorry, I was just leaving, Daniel was raving about the hot guy at the bar that I needed to see before I left, he forced me to walk out the front, I never would’ve if I had known.”

She was rambling now, but she couldn’t help herself. There was so much she wanted to say but didn’t know how. The more the thoughts raced through her mind, the more she just wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. Being nice didn’t come easy to her anymore. She didn't even know where to begin, what she could possibly say that would make up for what she did. She doubted that he would believe her, she lied to and manipulated all of them to get what she wanted after the accident. Why would he believe that she had put in the effort to change?

“You look well.” Liam blurted out.

Emma bit her lip. Liam looked like a wreck. She could see the circles under his eyes, the shine faded from them, his shoulders slumped forward. She couldn’t say that though, it was rude to say those things.

“Thanks, you do too. It was good to see you, your Majesty. Enjoy your drink, please make sure Daniel knows it’s on me. Have a goodnight.” She made a dash for the door but Liam was faster, stepping into her path.

“Please look at me Emma.”

She had refused to meet his gaze since he first spoke and now she forced herself to look him in the eye.

“Would you like to stay for a drink? I would like to talk, if that’s alright?”

She shifted her weight, betraying her feelings. She was uncomfortable, and she could see that he was too.

“I promise I hold no ill will towards you Emma, I would just like to talk...for closure.”

She took a deep breath and nodded, setting her bag onto the bar beside her. “That’s the least I owe you.”

He nodded and took a seat again, leaving an empty barstool between them. It started off slow and rough, both walking on eggshells, unsure of how to react to the other. Eventually though, they found a rhythm and Emma apologized profusely to him, telling him that she had changed and explaining the reasons behind that change, the truth spilling out of her. Everything that had happened from the moment she left Liam and Drake standing in that hallway, the moment she walked out of their lives, their friends’ lives and Cordonia forever.

Liam was silent, thinking hard for a couple of minutes before declaring that he forgave her. She felt undeserving of his forgiveness, and told him so, but he said that it was his decision and he was sure he was making the right one. She hoped he was right.

“So that studio..that was yours?”

“Yeah, it’s just a block or so down from here. It makes it easier to work before coming into my actual work.” She explained, laughing at the bizarre coincidence that Liam saw her studio and called her studio phone. She was glad he had stumbled upon it, she didn’t realize how badly she needed to apologize to Liam. She knew that there were other people she hurt, the main one being Drake, but she still felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest.

“It caught my eye when I was walking by because the pictures, they reminded me so much of -“

“Cordonia?”

“Yes and -“ Liam paused, seeming unsure. She knew what he was going to say though. They had strategically avoided any conversation about Drake, that wound still appeared to be raw for both of them.

“And what?” Her voice was firm, challenging him.

“Nevermind.”

She sighed. Liam may have just been doing this for closure but she was doing this because she wanted to be his friend again, so she decided to be honest. “I didn’t realize at first, how much I missed him, missed all of you. How much I’d taken it for granted. It wasn’t until I saw Cordonia, and saw him in my pictures that I admitted it to myself.”

“Can I see them? Your pictures?”

“I’ll be in the studio early tomorrow morning, you could come by?”

“I’d like that.”

They stayed and talked for a while longer, Daniel eventually asking her to close the bar and leaving. Before they went their separate ways for the night, Emma asked Liam nervously, ”Can we stay in touch after you go back?”

He smiled brightly.

//

Cordonia

Liam returned to Cordonia a few days later and knew he needed to bring Drake and Emma together. Even if they didn’t end up together, they both needed the closure. Drake needed it to heal, Emma needed forgiveness and they both needed an apology.

Liam was pacing in his study, hands knitted behind his back, forehead creased, deep in thought.

“Your Majesty.” Bastien greeted as he entered the room.

There was another knock on the door. Bastien opened it to Bertrand and Savannah, both clearly surprised by the summons.

“Good, we’re all here,” Liam stopped pacing and looked each of them in the eye, choosing his next words carefully, “we need to discuss New York.”

Liam recounted his meeting with Emma, her studio, how different she was after being gone for six months.

“Okay, so what’s the point, your Majesty?” Savannah asked with an icy tone.

“Please, Liam.”

“What’s your point, Liam?” Savannah met Liam’s gaze with a steely frown, arms crossed, her feelings for Emma and Liam very clear.

“I think Drake and Emma should speak, face to face. I think they both need closure to move on.” There was a tense silence in the room, the air heavy as Liam’s words hit them all.

“Have you lost your mind? No, absolutely not. She broke his heart, you betrayed him. That woman destroyed my brother and there is nothing you could say that would make me change my mind.” Liam looked down, of course Savannah was right, of course she would defend her brother. But Liam knew this is what everyone needed.

“You weren’t there Savannah, you didn’t see her, didn’t talk to her. You didn’t see the photos! She’s still in love with Drake even if she doesn’t know how to express it. Will I deny that what she did was ruthless? Never. Talking to her helped me find closure though and I think it will help your brother too.”

“Bastien! You have to agree with me, right?” Savannah turned on the guard who looked desperate to be out of that room.

“Savannah, perhaps Liam is right. I never thought you would speak to me again, but Emma helped bring you back into my life and your brother’s, she helped me have our son in my life. Perhaps we owe her this courtesy, to give her a second chance like you gave me.” Bertrand chimed in meekly. Liam smiled, for once Bertrand didn’t put his foot in his mouth around Savannah.

“You didn’t sleep with my best friend and call me a consolation prize though.” She looked pointedly at Liam who looked as though he’d been punched in the gut.

“Wha -“

“Servants gossip, Liam. It’s hard to ignore when the King’s best friend's fiancé walks out of the King’s room and causes a scene. I’ll spare Bertrand and Bastien the details.”

His heart started racing, a thin sheet of sweat covering his face. He couldn’t help but think about how many people in court knew about what had happened now, what they would think of their king. He took a moment to compose himself.

“I won’t deny that I hurt my best friend. I regret it every single day. Despite everything that happened, I still think this is the best scenario for everyone involved.” He replied, managing to sound calm and collected.

“Savannah, I think his Majesty is right. Drake is miserable, I haven’t ever seen him like this, not even when your father died. If he really believes she’s changed then I think it will be good for your brother. I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at that girl, the only other time I’ve seen a love like theirs was your parents’. I know you want to protect Drake, I do too, but I think this is what he needs.”

“I want no part of this. Besides, I don’t think there’s anything you could say that would get my brother on a plane to New York to see her.” Savannah said, leaving in a hurry. Bertrand stared after her.

“She’s right, Drake would never willingly go if he knew why.” Bastien said.

“There’s got to be some reason he would go.” Bertrand mused.

“He still cares about Bartie, Savannah and his mother. Savannah won’t help and his mother definitely won’t either.” Bastien thought out loud.

Suddenly, Bertrand questioned, “Bastien, you and Drake bought pictures from Liam’s bachelor party while in New York right?”

Bastien nodded.

“What are you thinking Bertrand?”

“Would he go with Bastien to buy pictures of Bartie? We can tell him the press has photos and we don’t want him in the tabloids but neither Savannah nor I can go. Do you think it would work?” Bertrand asked.

“He’d ask why I couldn’t handle it alone, why we couldn’t do it online.” Bastien said.

“Tell him that it has to be in person to ensure the photographer deletes the photos and that you feel like you need the support, Bastien.” Liam suggested.

“It’s a long shot but it may work. When do you want this to happen?”

“As soon as possible.”

They discussed a few more details and once they left the room, the plan was set into motion. Drake and Bastien were on a flight to New York the very next day.

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AOS 30 Day Challenge

Since I'm late to the party, I will be using this post to catch up.

Day 1: Favorite Season: S4 had the tightest story-telling with the pod structure. For a 22 episode season not to have a filler episode is quite a feat. Aida/Ophelia/Madame Hydra is my favorite Marvel - not just AOS - villian. Mallory Hansen's ability to play 4 different characters in one season in one show (sometimes multiple characters in the same scene) should have won her an Emmy hands-down. All of the cast should have won Emmy's for the performance in Self-Control (Everybody was on their A-game). My love for Robbie Reyes knows no bounds, and Gabriel Luna has mad chemistry with everyone (I pretty much ship Robbie with everybody he's not related to).

Day 3: Favorite story-line: Maveth. When I told my niece the story of FitzSimmons, she declared it "too much!" when I got to Maveth, specifically Hive and we stopped there. In a lot of ways it was the writers dipping their toes in adding more focus to Fitz and Simmons, who are portrayed by the show's strongest actors. I know a lot of people don't like the Will Daniels twist, but other than some hand-waveable plot holes, it really wasn't that bad. It was literally a "only two people on a planet" situation, and they thought that they would never see another human being again and that they were effectively dead to anyone on Earth; so their actions were understandable. Jemma didn't show interest in Will until she gave up seeing Fitz again, and Will initially did not act on his attraction because he respected and even appreciated Jemma's feelings for Fitz; he knew - even if Jemma didn't - that if given the opportunity to choose she would ultimately choose to Fitz ("No wonder Jemma loves you" was Hive channeling Will). If he survived and wasn't a villain I would ship him with either Joey or FitzSimmons (Fitz is canonically bi, Jemma deserves all the love, and the way Will talked about Fitz could be interpreted as romantic interest. He couldn't help falling for Fitz with the way Jemma talked about him), but I never submit prompt requests because I know how people feel about the character.

Also the planet of Maveth was a character unto itself, which is so cool. I really want to know what the light under its surface is; I don't but that it was a only heat source. Since sandstorms turned out not to be one of Hive's powers, Maveth or the cloaked figure (the personification of the planet a la Ego?) Jemma saw had to be the source of those. I suspect the civilization they saw evidence of were tied to the Confederation in season 5. Did they try to settle down and it backfired due to their culture? It very likely was how they knew there were Hydra leaders on Earth for them to manipulate. Will they ever confirm this? Doubtful. Finally, the mystery of Hive and what he was worked and exceeded expectations (his power set of terrifying!).

Day 2: Favorite episode: Inescapable. I was so excited for this episode I paid for it because Hulu was taking its time posting the episode. Of course a FitzSimmons episode would be amazing. The mind prison forced FitzSimmons to deal with issues they've avoided and together to boot. Seeing the turning point in their friendship at the academy and Coulson Recruiting them prior to season 1 was a hoot. I love how they revealed the other Fitz's death to him; he needed to see how the team mourned for him, to understand how much they loved him. Of course the whole scene was painful from him opening the bodybag to seeing the wedding ring to learning of Coulson's passing, but it was necessary and reflected how everything happens at once irl. Seeing their trust and loyalty in their bffs was heartening. And there is no doubt how much they are meant for eachother than when their darksides fall for and on eachother. They certainly learned some things there.

Honorable mention to Self-Control. That was the first episode I have ever purchased. It felt like a movie, and the story is insulated enough I think I may suggest it as the episode to watch when trying to get people to watch the show (either this or Orientation). The entire episode was so gripping I held a pillow to my chest the whole time once it was revealed that either Jemma or Fitz was an LMD. It was such a good Daisy and Jemma episode team-up and jump-started a whole arc of them supporting eachother. It was also a phenomenal Daisy episode. She showcased her powers, and Chloe knocked it out of the park. The scenes between May and Coulson's LMD-selves were so very moving. Ming did such a good job of portraying how May's LMD differed from the others. The episode also revealed what Fitz and Coulson would change if given a choice (not that AIDA gave Fitz such courtesy).

I just realized I switched Days 2 and 3, but don't want to bother with copying/pasting on my phone

Day 4: Favorite male character: Leopold James Fitz. Fitz was my favorite early on and hands-down my favorite character after FZZT. I saw myself in his mannerisms and could relate to his hesitancy to throw himself in the field but doing so because it is the right thing to do. His passion and loyalty to his friends is unparalleled. I also wanted to give Ward a chance. And it's interesting that Fitz was the first of the bus kids to understand how "No one is born evil." It took the Framework arc for Daisy to really understand that. He even has a leg up on Mack here since Mack's first instinct with anything alien is to kill it ("I'm the guy that kills Gordon" is not something someone who values all life, whether he views it as human or not.), which is understandable given his experiences. Fitz was the first person to show Daisy acceptance after terrigenesis, even if he was mistaken to hide it. I didn't realize it the time season 2 aired, but I get a similar aphasia during migraines (it's actually the first and last symptom when it happens). Seeing any appearance by the Doctor makes me feel sick to my stomach because I know how frightened and sick Fitz feels to have that as a part of himself. Fitz loves with his whole heart and he is always driven to do what he believes is the right thing, which is unfortunately what made the Doctor such a formidable villian. He also is always willing to give second chances but not third. He was the first person to joke around with Daisy after the Miles fiasco: he forgave Mack and Bobbi for the real Shield thing; he accepted Daisy back into the fold in seasons 2 & 4 despite how much her abandoning the team felt like betrayal; he formed a father-son relationship with Radcliffe after what he did for Hive; he trusted and befriended Enoch, knowing he kidnapped and sent his closest friends to a freakin future hellscape. Fitz is such a good person. Of course, all my love for Fitz doesn't mean I don't love the rest of Shield's men + Robbie Reyes.

Day 5: Favorite female character: Jemma Anne Simmons. Jemma is a close second for all around favorite (I just don't relate to her as much as Fitz). On a superficial note, Elizabeth Henstridge is so beautiful and hilarious, I have a giant girl crush on her (her smile is dang radiant). I love how they flipped gender stereotypes by making Fitz the emotional one who wears his heart on his sleeve and Jemma the practical one, who shoves her feelings in a box rather than express them. Jemma's cockiness is more real than Fitz's cocky front, too. I wish I had her confidence. Jemma also loves with her whole heart, as much as she has to hide it to function sometimes, and does what she believes is the right thing. She even revealed herself in the future dystopia because she could not stand aside when a stranger was hurt and she knew how to help/save him. Jemma jumped out of the Bus to save her team and jumped at a grenade to help them not thinking she would survive either occasion. She blamed Lash's murdering of inhumans on herself as she has the tendency to hold herself accountable for things that aren't her fault (she shares this trait with both Fitz and Daisy). She doesn't get lost exploring the details within the big picture, which is why she's so good at problem solving. She learned to kickass physically and has always done so mentally. She knows how to let her foes know to fear her. She has the self-awareness to know what traits she needs to work on to complete any mission. She does and would do anything for her team. She's also an incredible leader whether in the field, in the lab, or for the entirety of Shield. She is incredible.

Daisy Johnson is a very close second. And I can't rank May, Bobbi, and Elena. I also have girl crushes on all four of these ladies.

Day 6: Favorite relationship: S3 Shield Team (Coulson, May, Daisy, Fitz, Simmons, Mack, Bobbi, Hunter, Yoyo, Joey, Lincoln and Andrew). OK so I cheated here; we didn't even see everyone be in the same episode. So what? Season 3 had some of the best dynamics from the main team to Daisy's Secret Warriors it's no wonder people love season 3 so much. How can I pick just one? You have Coulson interacting with everyone (except for Joey), Lincoln's fear of May, Her mentorship of him, Fitz and Bobbi, Fitz and Hunter, FITZSIMMONS, Jemma and Andrew, Daisy and Mack, Mack and Huntingbird, MACKELENA, Doug, Fitz meeting his dad Holden Radcliffe, Radcliffe and Hive's "children"...Now I'm getting into characters that weren't on a Shield team. The characters and their relationships with eachother is what this show does best and what makes it such a good and beloved show, not the action or plot twists.

#aos 30 day challenge #leo fitz #jemma simmons #daisy johnson #aida #madame hydra #phil coulson #melinda may #bobbi morse #lance hunter #alphonso mackenzie #aos s4 #maveth #aos s3 #shield team #team as family #found family #inescapable #self control #aos #agents of shield #yoyo rodriguez #huntingbird #fitzsimmons #too many tags #30aos

[thethoughtsfromthreeam]

California

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x OC

Warnings: Mentions of bodily harm, implied sexy times

A/N:  A reminder that Parts 11 and 12 run concurrently from different view points.  I love this chapter and it was almost cathartic to write it.  While obviously this is all fiction, I think we can all follow Shirley’s lead in this chapter and show ourselves a little love.

Reminder: I haven’t seen Kingsman: The Golden Circle, so I’m just using the Wikia, IMDB.com, some gifs, and my own weird ass brain to make up this whole ass story.

Tag List:  @zeldasayer , @romanticgumchewer, @tarrevizslas , @coolmaybelateruniverse , @the-feckless-wonder, @lavenderl3mons , @pascalisthepunkest , @mandoandyodito​ , @randomness501 [please message me to be added or subtracted]

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Part 12 

Forgiveness

Several hours after she killed Agent Port, now known as Kirsch, Shirley spent time with Dr. Orange talking about the ordeal.  She found herself worried that she felt no remorse over killing someone.  If anything, she felt like she could kick up her heels and dance a jig with Merlin. Was she an unfeeling monster like him at heart?

“No.”  Said Dr. Orange.  “Five years ago, you experienced a severe trauma and while you may have gotten your life back, a little part of it was still held captive by the experience. Knowing he was still out there has been dogging you this entire time.  He’s gone and now you’re free.”

“Free.”

“Yes, free.  As a therapist I should tell you differently, but I think I can bend the rules just this once.  Shirley, you did the right thing by killing him.  You saved more lives, your actions will give comfort to the families and co-workers of the agents missing or dead, and for the love of god, you’re free to live your life without fear.”

Shirley’s eyes teared up because she knew what Dr. Orange was saying was right.  She had been living, but not really.  She never left HQ alone on the rare moments she did leave, she was granted permission not to be sent to another office, and she turned the library into her life. Even her interactions with her friends and Jack were stunted, limited by the weight of her scars and the man on the run who caused them.  Now, she could be herself again.  A fully bloomed flower.  A sunshiny Marigold.

They talked at little longer and after a long hug, Shirley left the office feeling pounds lighter.  Free.

---***---

Several Days Later

 The sun pouring into the bedroom nudged Shirley awake and she slowly opened her eyes.  For the first time in years, waking up felt truly pleasurable and she remembered what it meant to feel rested.  She shifted a bit before stretching like a cat.  Jack’s arm tightened around her waist, but he never woke up and she could feel his even breaths against her neck.  She laid in bed a little longer before she got up.  Jack mumbled in his sleep but rolled over to his back and quieted down again.

She padded across the room to begin her morning routine, the same one she had since she moved into their apartment.  Gathering her clothes to dress elsewhere so Jack wouldn’t see her scarred body, she went into the bathroom to clean up.  After washing her face and brushing her teeth and hair, she began to strip out of the long pajamas that she slept in.  

As she bent over to take off her pants, her eye caught her reflection in the mirror.  She noticed the scars along her chest were faded to almost nothing, small specks of silver as if a fairy kissed her and left marks.  She surprised herself at the thought – so opposite of how she saw those scars all these years.  Kiss marks on her chest made her think of something completely different.

“Moonshine, you are killing me in that dress.”  Jack groaned.  The wrap dress she wore was simple enough, almost knee length with three quarter sleeves. A modest number in purple with white flowers dotted all over it.

“This dress?  You’ve seen more skin than this before.” She laughed even as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her flush against him.  He bent down and kissed the laughter from her mouth and she gently placed her hands on his forearms.  When he lifted his head, they were both panting, with want pooling heavy in both their stomachs.

“I could fuck you in this dress right here.”  She sighed as his lips made their way down her neck and to her cleavage.  She rested her cheek against the top of his head and moaned a little.  They had to leave soon, but she didn’t want to move. She loved it when Jack kissed her, touched her.  It made her feel alive.

“Jack, baby.  I’ll let you fuck me every day in this dress when I get home from California.  But we got to go, we don’t want to be late for lunch. Champ wants the meeting to start on time and I need to prep before I leave tonight.  The case can’t wait.”  He groaned slightly before kissing back up the path he forged and for good measure, kissed her again on the lips.

“You’re free.”  She whispered to herself.  She stripped off the rest of her clothing and as she stood there in just her underwear, she forced her eyes to really look at her body.  The one she had hidden away from everyone, even Jack.  It took many long months before she let him touch her intimately again, but rarely fully naked or in the light.  And even then, she still flinched at his touch and sometimes found herself fretting over Jack’s opinion of her body despite never been given a reason to do so.  The brain convinces us of the strangest things.

She turned her body this way and that, looking at healed scars.  Most of the back of her was covered in a network of scarred skin that had been burned in the explosion.  But after so many years, the skin had softened and didn’t look nearly as horrible as she remembered.  God, how long had it been since she really looked at herself?  The long scar along her hip was barely visible and she really couldn’t be certain where they had cut her open to insert the stabilizing rods in her ribs.

Had she really spent so much time fearing her own body that she completely ignored the healing of it?  The thought sobered her greatly.  All these years and she never once forgave herself for surviving.  She never once celebrated her body as it healed from devastating trauma.

Today would end that.  

---***---

She stood in front of the floor length mirror and started with her toes, wiggling them.  She smiled, she always thought she had cute toes and looking at them, they still were. Her eyes dragged up to her ankles and then her calves.  She smiled wider when she saw a small round scar on the side of her left calf.  It was her first one after her cousin accidentally shot her in the leg with a BB gun when she was four.

“Boone, I told you not to point that damn thing in the house!” Aunt Lisa hollered through the kitchen.  “If you don’t take that back to the damn shed, I’m gonna toss it into the damn landfill.”

“Okay, momma, no need to get huffy!”  Boone rolled his eyes and started to turn when he tripped, fell, and dropped the gun.  It went off, pinging against the stove and hitting Marigold, who was sitting on the table, in the leg.  She started to wail at the pain and began screaming when she saw the blood.

Aunt Lisa turned around in horror as Marigold’s mother soothed her child. Lisa’s eyes narrowed and she whipped her head around to look at her idiot son.  Boone took one look at his mother and ran out of the house screaming.

Shirley quietly giggled at the memory.  Her cousin was such a ridiculous creature and when she wanted to be silly, she’d recreate the scene for her friends. She turned the memory over in her mind before moving on.

There were her knees and her thighs.  They were softer these days, like everything else about her.  She wasn’t young anymore and stationary work was more her speed.  But they were strong and for a moment she had a memory of Jack’s head being cradled between them.  Her breath caught in her throat.

She kept going, looking at her hips and the swell of her mound under her panties.  She lightly touched herself and thought of all the times she woke up with Jack’s head laying on this very spot, snoring softly while his hands curled lightly around her hips.  He would claim he never slept better than on those nights.

Higher her eyes went to her soften belly, rounded and almost cute. Her waist was as straight as a board as it always had been, but Jack didn’t care.  He loved wrapping his arms around it when they hugged or slept side by side in bed.  She could almost feel his touch and her breath hitched again.

Her eyes dragged upwards to her breasts, where more of those little silver scars dotted her skin.  Like her stomach and thighs, there was a new softness that had settle there.  She decided the softness more was suited to her than it had ever been.  She thought of the time Jack ghosted his fingertips along her skin, tracing circles until her nipples peaked and she was breathless with want.  When he stopped touching her, she nearly cried, but gasped when he replaced his hands with his mouth.  She remembered her eyes opening wide with shock and pleasure, taking in the deep blue Wyoming sky above her.  She felt as if heaven settled all around her that day.

Grinning now, she scraped her eyes to her neck, where the scars wrapped around from the back.  She touched the skin and felt saddened at the loss of surface feeling.  She had loved it when Jack lightly placed his lips against the side of her neck and around to the back.  But the scaring was lighter and if there had been no wrinkling of the skin, one would never know she had been burned there.

Shirley held out her arms and looked at the three treated cuts on her left arm. Cuts that would also heal quietly back into nothing.  The slightly scarred skin of her upper arms smoothed out into her delicate hands.  She always had small hands, but they were capable. Capable enough to kill a man.  Her eyes flew back to her face a moment, but she felt nothing.  It was a moment in time and now it was gone.  She reminded herself that these same hands built her beloved library and were cradled by her friends in dark hours.  These hands were full of tenderness when they’d lightly skim across Jack’s face and down his neck and even lower.  He loved her hands, they brought him to ecstasy many times over.

She looked back at her face.  She had the comfortable softness of a woman in her thirties, where time reminded her of a life lived and yet of all the time left to live.  That she will live because she is here, breathing and alive. She was convinced her face even looked more radiant than it ever had, realizing that she carried the weight of worry on it for so long.  Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought.  They looked upwards after a moment.

Her hair was always a mousy brown, but this morning the sun highlighted the many silver strands that wove through it.  Most women avoided grays like the plague, but she ran her hands through her hair and smiled.  She loved them because she couldn’t wait to go grey – a salt and pepper look would better fit her than the current brown every could.  But she loved all of it, it was long and soft to the touch.  Jack could run his fingers through it for hours and she’d never tell him to stop.

She stepped back and looked at herself in the mirror again.  Wrapping her arms around her waist and dropping her chin to her chest, Shirley closed her eyes, giving herself the hug she deserved so much.  Digging deep into herself, she banished negative thoughts about her body.

“I love you.”

#agent whiskey #jack daniels #pedro pascal #kingsman: the golden circle #fanfic #agent whiskey x oc #agent whiskey x reader #pedro pascal x reader

[midnightbluemoon]

Daniel And David Both Liking Counselor You Headcannon! (Camp Camp) (Probably Will End With David)

-So listen.

-David caught feelings like two days before Daniel came to Camp.

-So he didn’t really have the time to figure out how to ask you on a date.

-So then Daniel shows up.

-Big oof for David.

-Because as soon as Daniel shows up, he clearly seems attached to you.

-Daniel thinks your amazing.

-Like, other then his cult and religious beliefs, best thing ever.

-Seriously though.

-He is immediately wherever you are.

-You think it’s coincidence.

-Or that he’s nervous in a new place.

-So you offer to take him on a tour, just the two of you.

-Which kills David.

-But is a dream come fricking true for Daniel.

-The tour goes really nicely.

-Daniel seems to take actual notice in what you have to say.

-Which is a nice feeling.

-David follows you guys.

-Not in a creepy stalker way though, to be clear.

-He is legitimately worried that Daniel might do something sketchy.

-And wouldn’t it be kinda awesome if he was there to be the one to save the day?

- So you guys get back to camp.

-And since Gwen left when Daniel showed up

-And you and Daniel went on a tour

-And for some reason David wasn’t there

-The kids were running rampant.

-Daniel noticed your distress. 

-So did David, actually

-But there’s no good way to pop out of the bushes behind someone supportively.

-So he went around through the cabin.

-When he came back, lo and behold

-There was Daniel, helping you deal with the kids.

-And his hand was on your shoulder.

-Which almost broke David right there.

-It’s the little things, you know?

-So David come up and hugs you.

-Like, out of the blue.

-And really tight.

-But you weren’t complaining.

-Cuz, I mean 

-It’s David.

-He would totally stop if you asked him to.

-So then Daniel comes up on your other side.

-And he’s hugging you too.

-The camp is still half chaos.

-But no way can Daniel let David show him up.

-So after a while, you mention that all of you still have to take care of the rest of the kids

-Daniel and David agree.

-But although  

-David lets go completely, 

-Daniel starts holding your hand while you go deal with everything.

-So David grabs your other hand

-And you don’t have the heart to tell either of them to let go.

-Daniel noticed how stressed you were about the kids

-And he already had a plan to sacrifice them

-So wouldn’t that be kind of a gift to you too?

-Peace and quiet

-No responsibilities

-No David coming up from out of nowhere and hugging you because what the heck

-So you guys get everything sorted out.

-And then Daniel starts chatting you up.

-So you guys are going to the Mess Hall.

-And David is semi-crushed.

-And while Max walks by, he says

-”If you don’t learn to talk, your going to lose her/him/them.”

-And David’s just like Oh no he’s right.

-So anyways.

-Daniel is trying to figure out what you like/dislike/any hobbies you may have

-So that he can connect with you on them

-For example, say you like musicals.

-Suddenly he loves musicals

-Whichever ones you mentioned, in particular coincidentally.

-So whatever you mention, after everyone goes to bed, he starts learning about all of them.

- So the next morning he’s flaunting his knowledge about your favourite subjects.

-Which is kind of amazing for you to have someone with shared interests that seems to care about your opinions.

-Sucks for David though

-Cuz now you and David are practically joined at the hip.

-It’s around this time when you first notice the purification sauna.

-You didn’t question it that much

-Because you didn’t have any reason to.

-You start noticing campers being creepily fanatically loyal later that day.

-Which you did question

-extensively. 

-Because David had tried EVERYTHING with those kids

-And suddenly they love Daniel

-Which is kind of a red flag.

-You didn’t want to hurt Daniel’s feelings.

-But you were sure that he would understand your concerns.

-David hadn’t noticed that much.

-He was too busy moping.

-Daniel hadn’t actually planned on sacrificing you or purifying you btw.

-Just everybody else.

-Because having the person you love as a mindless yes zombie is no fun.

-But he kind of panicked when you asked about the kids.

-And he shoved you into the sauna. 

-Which he felt kind of sad about.

-He still wasn’t gonna sacrifice you though.

-But having you be a little bit less nosy was nice.

-And it was also pretty awesome to have you draped over him.

-And he could hug you as much as he wanted.

-So then when he heard David coming, he kissed you.

-The thing is, you might not even have stopped him from kissing you if you hadn’t been purified.

-Just maybe not in front of a bunch of campers.

-And David.

-And that was when David decided that Daniel had to go.

-Well also Max tipped him off before getting turned into a yes zombie himself.

-And then the whole Better Than You thing happened.

-And you were right with Daniel the whole time.

-Which made David super mad.

-So then when the effects started wearing off

-Because Daniel hadn’t planned for an argument

-Only just enough time for sacrificing

-And a dash more time to flaunt his amazingness to you

-Your head felt like it was swimming through tapioca.

-You staggered a little.

-So Daniel put his arm around you.

-And in your drugged confused state, you cuddled into him.

-What can I say? He was the only thing keeping you balanced.

-And you were also still semi drugged to love him.

-But then by the time Daniel slipped up and got sent to the hospital you were pretty much fine.

-But David made you go take a nap anyways.

-He wanted to be 100% sure whatever that was was out of your system.

-You guys didn’t really talk about what happened with Daniel.

-Neither of you really wanted to think about it.

-Although David couldn’t think of much else.

-He wanted to ask you if you actually loved Daniel

-But he could tell you didn’t want to discuss it.

-So he didn’t.

-You just felt betrayed.

-But things were pretty platonic between you and David.

-Both Gwen and Max were trying to help him ask you out

-But he was worried you were going to say no.

-And then Bonquisha happened.

-He had tried to move on and date someone else.

-Which had hurt you a lot.

-You didn't know why it hurt so much

-But it hurt a lot.

-But you acted like you were happy for them.

-Because Gwen told you.

-She thought it might make you jealous

-Which would force something to happen.

-But it didn’t.

-It just made you sad.

-And when Bonquisha broke up with him, he was really torn up about it.

-You thought it was because of the breakup.

-But it wasn’t.

-It was more about how he couldn’t keep anybody.

-Which wasn’t great for his self esteem.

-Neither was the fact that the two of you weren’t exactly talking.

-You and Bonquisha had gotten into a fight about the fact that you were 110% sure that she was cheating because you saw her kissing somebody else and she denied everything.

-And David defended her.

-Mainly because he just didn’t want it to be true.

-Which led to you two fighting.

-With words.

-In the end you just walked away.

-Which hurt a lot more than being yelled at, for David.

-You had spoke to him, but for nothing more than camp activities.

-Like “Hey David, could you pass the fire extinguisher.”

-And he’d pass it over

-And then conversation over.

-Max was annoyed.

-Because he was sure if David ever got up the nerve to apologize to you, and ask you out you would say yes.

-And he was right.

-After a lot of moping on David’s part, basically every camper knew what was going on.

-So they destroyed the blender in the kitchen.

-And made sure you were the one to go out to town to buy a new one.

-And the moment you were gone, everyone started taking turns giving him pep talks.

-And he got a looooooot of conflicting advice.

-Like 

-”Be sincere.”

-”Act cool, like you don’t really care.”

-”Be dramatic!”

-”Be clear. We don’t want any misunderstandings.”

-Yeah, it was a lot.

-So when you got back he tried to do everything at once.

-Which resulted in him having fallen on the ground.

-With a broken nose.

-You were a little less mad now.

-Because that was hilarious.

-And you could tell he had really tried.

-So you took him back to the Counselors Cabin.

- And administered as much first aid as you knew how.

-And he apologized again.

-Except as him.

-And you forgave him, obviously.

-Because he was your friend.

-After that everything went back to normalish.

-Max was annoyed he didn’t take the perfect opportunity to confess.

-But he wasn’t teary now, which was an improvement.

-Everything was purely platonic for the next while.

-But then Arrival Of The Torso Takers.

-You hadn’t been sure if anything was off.

-David had been touchier than usual.

-More hugs, more arm around shoulder, e.t.c.

-By this time you were pretty sure you had a crush on David.

-So you didn’t mind.

-But it also reminded you a little of Daniel.

-And then when David asked you out, you said yes.

-You were really excited.

-So was Gwen actually.

- You know who wasn’t?

-Max.

-He had been watching for a while. 

-And he did feel a little bad.

-He didn’t want to ruin your relationship.

-Except he also thought you deserved to know that your boyfriend was an alien.

- So he told you his suspicions.

-You agreed that David was off.

-You also thought it was a little fantastical.

-But you hadn’t noticed that Daniel was a cult leader.

-So you thought you should trust Max.

-Until he came back to you and said everything was probably fine.

-You were surprised.

-But he seemed totally normal.

-So you agreed.

-Until he came running by you about 10 minutes later.

-He grabbed you by the wrist and said Daniel was coming.

-So you both ran.

-You heard his voice, and it sent shivers down your spine.

-Calling for you to come back, saying he loved you......

-It was absolutely terrifying. 

-You had no idea where Max was going, but you wanted to save your breath for running instead of asking questions.

-Then he dragged you into a bomb shelter.

-And there was David.

-He looked like he’d been crying a lot.

-He was tied up in front of a bunch of screens playing certain parts of what was happening all over camp.

-You and Max ran over, and started untying him.

-Literally though,as soon as David was untied, Daniel p I c k e d y o u u p and put his arms around you, in a semi threatening way.

-What happened next was surprising though.

-David jumped on top of Daniel, and started attacking him.

-You just looked a Max, and he gave you a ‘what am I supposed to do?’ face.

-You guys left Daniel in the bunker.

-You felt kind of bad, but not really.

-He had been keeping David there for god knows how long.

-So when you went to hug David, he kissed you.

-Max was hooting, and yelling “FINALLY!”

-When David leaned back he apologized a lot.

-“I-I’m sorry-I should’ve asked-”

-You told him it was definitely fine.

-And you guys started dating.

-Even Max thought you guys were cute.

-And everything was sunshine and daisies.

-Until the Woodscouts, with Daniel as their new leader took control of Camp Campbell.

-Daniel took you away from the rest of the group, and started scolding you.

-Literally scolding you.

-About leaving with David.

-But then he said he forgave you, and so did Xemüg.

-And then he put his arm around you in a fiercely protective way, and marched right back out in front of everybody.

-And he was giving David this smug look, like ‘look what I can do and you can’t stop me’.

-You tried to shake his arm off, but he had a death grip on you.

-He’s just flaunting you to everybody

-Because he does actually love you.

-He’s just not great at loving people without being evil.

-After he takes Nikki you beg him to brig her back.

-Because you care about your kids.

-But he isn’t budging.

-What’s been really hard for David is having to see  you trailing around behind Daniel, knowing that if either of you don’t comply, a camper could die.

-And the fact that Daniel keeps touching you.

-Nothing lewd, just kisses and hugging and arm around shoulder, e.t.c.

-Daniel has all the Woodscouts giving him complete control.

-So there always seems to be one watching you in the few moments you have alone. 

-And then there was when Daniel was about to sacrifice Nikki.

-She seemed so chill.

-You asked him to sacrifice you instead.

-But no way was he doing that.

-And then, right before he killed Nikki, what you assumed was supposed to be his god came rising up.

-After a lot of banter back and forth, Daniel was commanded to go to Antarctica.

-He nodded solemnly, and took you by the hand.

-But Xemug said something along the lines of

-”Wait! No! Thou shalt not take anyone with you!”

-Daniel looked back and forth between you and the obviously fake Xemug.

-He gives you a final kiss, and walks off.

-And then it’s all done.

-The Woodscouts other than Pikeman, plus David and Max come out from behind the giant puppet Xemug they made.

-You guys free Nikki.

-David hugs you for an eternity.

-And everything really does return to normal.

Until the next disaster.

#camp camp #camp cambell #david #daniel #max #headcanon #headcannon #x reader #daniel x reader #david x reader

[emilyschoi]

Passion

Emily Choi BTVS AU ll Part One Mentions : Everyone

“Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howls.”

“No friends, no hope, no weapons. Take that away and what’s left?” Lucas smirked down at her, sword pointed directly at her.  Emily crouched, eyes closing as she took in a sharp breath waiting for the strike to come, and it did predictably enough Lucas shoved the sword straight at her.

Emily blocked the sword, trapping it between her palms. Her eyes opened as she stared down Lucas, he might have took everything away from her but he wasn’t going to win - not this time. “Me,” she said shoving the sword back with as much force possible hitting him in the face and knocking him to the ground. 

With that, the fight was back on. Emily fought with renewed vigor, she would make sure Lucas was one the sitting in hell for eternity and not the world. The back and the forth between them, every time she thinks she finally had him he would fight back and every time that smug bastard thought he had this in the bag she would get the upper hand.  

Their fight moved back into the inside of Lucas’s lair, Emily was once and in charge managing to get a good kick on his head  Lucas fell to his knees, Emily lifted her sword up ready to end it but paused when Lucas’s eyes started to glow. He fell forward, breathing deeply.

At this point, Emily had thought the universe couldn’t get any crueler to her - it had made her the slayer effectively ruining her life, the man she loved had become this monster and had destroyed everything that mattered her, her best friend was murder by said man’s evil little sidekick and now, the cruelest blow had happened Tara had managed to bring Lucas’s soul back. 

“Em?” He said looking up at her, crawling forward and wrapping his arms around her waist. Emily froze, sword lowering just slightly, tears freely streaming down her face. “What is going on?” he asked looking up at her confused. He moved back, staggering to his feet. “Where are we?” he asked, Emily looked at him searching for any sign he was acting, she wouldn’t it past that version of him. “I don’t remember,” he said.  She lowered the sword. It was her Lucas.

“Lucas?” she asked her voice breaking as she choked back a sob. She had wanted this to happen for so long but after Ms Calendar was murdered she didn’t think it was possible. 

“Your hurt,” Lucas said looking at the gash he had left earlier, he reached out to pull her closer. Emily let him pull her into a hug. “I feel like i haven’t seen you in months,”  he said, pressing soft kisses into her neck. “Everything is all muddled,” he said. Emily buried her head in his neck letting her self give in just for a moment. That moment was ruined, Acathla was fully awakened, Emily wanted to scream and shout about how unfair all of this but she know she didn’t have time to. 

“Emily what’s going?” Lucas asked as she pulled away. 

“Shh,” she said placing a finger on his lips., her voice broke as she spoke. She kissed him,  putting her whole heart into hoping that somehow Lucas would know everything she wanted to tell him. It felt as natural as it did months ago before her 17th birthday but it was twinged with bitter sweetness. “Close your eyes,” she whispered pulling away. Lucas, her sweet Lucas did as she asked no questioned asked. 

Fighting back a sob she picked up her sword, “I love you,” she said before plunging the sword into Lucas pushing him into the portal.  Lucas’s eyes flew open, his hand reaching out for her as the portal sucked him. Emily took a step back watching in horror as he was dragged in. Her heart sunk to her stomach as he mouthed her name, a silent plea to save him. Her hand twitched wanting nothing more to follow her heart and pull him back, to figure out another way to save but she knew deep down there was no other way.  

It was almost instantaneous but the portal shut. Lucas was gone, she had lost him twice. Emily fell to her knees, sobs wracking through her body.

Emily jolted up, it had been the third time this week she had been woken up by that particular memory. She wiped at her eyes, not surprised to feel wetness there. Her heart ached in ways she didn’t think possible. It had been 5 months since that had happened and yet it still like yesterday, it was a gaping wound for Emily that would never really heal. She had tried to run, after all just before that she had a fight with everyone who mattered in her life -  her cousin, her friends even her watcher M, but that didn’t help her, not really, it helped her grow closer to Daniel once she returned to Sunnydale, it was nice that he finally knew the truth about her life. 

Life continued and eventually her friends, well the ones that were left, eventually forgave her. Emily wouldn’t admit because it was a bitter nasty thought but why did she have to be the one seeking out forgiveness - she sacrificed everything to save them and would probably continue to do so but she was the one in the wrong. It was awkward, even now, she still didn’t feel like she could tell them what happened that fateful night. The dynamic had changed even more now that newer members had been added, Sungjae, a newer (greener than green in M’s words) watcher had shown up with a new slayer Jia, Eunmi’s replacement who ended up doing a runner, and Jane, formerly a vengeance demon who lost her powers after Minah had made a wish - no one was really sure what happened there. 

Emily tried though, she really did try, she even had a new boy friend. Gideon, a normal teenage boy - plain and boring. It was nice but it would never be love. 

With a sigh, Emily threw her legs over her bed knowing she would never get back to sleep now. She tried, keyword, tried to sneak down the stairs but was caught by Daniel who was sat in front of the tv watching what looked like a ton of infomercials. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked as he turned to face Emily. Emily shook her head walking into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“You should really try to get some sleep,” Emily said softly to Daniel as she walked back into the room. Ever since he found about the supernatural world Daniel was on edge, to say the least. Daniel shrugged, muttering a ditto as Emily sat down beside him curling into him. 

“Do you need to talk?” He asked, as she rested her head against his shoulder. The answer was yes, Emily desperately needed to talk to someone. She needed to vent and shout and cry and just let some off it out so she could let go of some of the guilt but she couldn’t, she couldn’t burden anyone else with this. Daniel took her silence as a response. “I know i am not the best at this but,” he said awkwardly. “Whatever you need Em,” he muttered.

“I know,’ she said. Daniel had really changed since she told him about her being the slayer, at first he was mad so so very mad , mad enough that he had stomped into the library after Emily was reinstated at Sunnydale high and slapped M so hard that he had a bruise for the next week.  Even now he was still mad about it wondering why it was a teenage girls job to save the world but he supported Emily as much as possible whether that was making sure to have a first aid pack ready when she got home from patrol or having several cups of coffee ready for her in the morning. 

“I think i might do another patrol,” Emily said, ignoring the way Daniel’s eyes bulged out and lips thinned into a frown. “Just to get rid of some of this excess energy,” she said, get rid of some energy and maybe stake a few vampires to help her mood. 

“I don’t think that is the best idea,” Daniel said. “You’ve already done enough tonight and M -” Emily didn’t miss bitterness in Daniel’s tone when he mentioned her watcher. “Said that there was a dip in new cases,’ Daniel said hopefully. M had told Daniel because Emily told him to, she had hoped it might calm Daniel’s fears. If Daniel had known they found three bodies in the last week he would never let Emily out.

“Well if there are no problems i’ll be home straight away,” Emily said happily. “Daniel, seriously i’ll be fine, I’m the slayer after all,” she said, it was arrogant but true. She had beat The Master, she had beat The Judge and as her nightmares constantly pointed out she beat Lucas. 

She was the slayer.

“I can’t talk you out of it can i?” Daniel asked with a sigh. “I’ll be up when you get home anyway,”  he shrugged. Emily leaned across hugging him. The best thing about living with Daniel, especially now with the new openness in their relationship, was there was a never ending supply of hugs and cuddles. He never complained or asked why, he just wrapped her up and cuddle the crap out of her.  

“Be safe,” Daniel said, kissing her forehead. Emily laughed, being safe wasn’t really in her job description but she nodded anyway, pulling away and grabbing her coat. She considered getting changed but there was no time like the present and it wouldn’t be the first and it certainly won’t be the last time she has done patrol in her pj’s. 

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After three laps of the cemetery Emily was starting to feel a little exhausted, she was about to call it when she heard a scream. It was as if someone had poured a jug of ice cold water on her because she was suddenly wide awake. She ran towards where the scream came from, jumping over several headstones and through several bushes. Once the adrenaline had simmered down she realized just where she was, if she continued running in this direction she would be near Lucas’s mansion.  She swallowed down the pain she felt and refocused on the task at hand. Another scream rang out and she raced forward. 

She stopped when she saw a figure, definitely not a human, standing over a woman’s body. “Hey ugly,” she called out getting the beast attention. She didn’t get a chance to get a proper look at before it was lunging at her with a snarl, it tackled her but she managed to flip it over. Whatever it was it was stronger than your run of the mill vampire, it seemed with every hit Emily managed to get on this thing it came back even stronger. A long claw managed to get into her side causing her to scream in pain, so much for being safe. The creature loomed above her ready to strike until it suddenly wasn’t, like a flash something,or someone had it tackled to ground. Emily stood up dusting herself off going to help but the creature from before was gone leaving what looked like a man crouched down breathing heavily.

“Tha-”  she started to say before the man leaped at her. Honestly tonight was not her why did people think it was okay to tackle her, she punched the man making him fall back giving her an opportunity to get up.  “I was just going to thank you, you ass-” she said trailing off when she saw the man’s face. 

“Lucas?” she whispered. It couldn’t be him, it must have been her mind playing tricks on her but why would her mind make him look like this. It wasn’t the Lucas she fell in love with nor was it his soulless alter ego, instead Lucas was covered in scratches, his hair a matted wild mess, his pants were ripped and frayed. Everything about this version of Lucas, if it was really him, was animialstic, his posture, the way he watched her - it wasn’t natural. “Is it really you?” she asked. 

She didn’t know what she was expecting, honestly she didn’t think she would get an answer but Lucas, if it was really him, just snarled, kicking her down before running off into the woods. She sprang up trying to chase after him until she was stopped when her cellphone started to ring. 

“Daniel now isn’t” she started to say. 

“Emily,” Daniel whispered, “That vampire from before, the one that was in a wheelchair, he is here again,” he continued whispered. Emily’s blood ran cold, Tyler, the great dragon as he liked to call himself now, once upon a time was Tara’s older brother now was a bloodthirsty cruel vampire who last time she saw him ran off into the sunset with his sometimes girlfriend, sometimes Lucas’s whore Maude. 

“Hide,” she said before hanging up and dialing M’s number. “Get to my house now,” she said before he could even say hello. Whatever else was happening right now didn’t matter, not that beast or the dead body it surely left behind, not Lucas. Right now the only thing that mattered was protecting her family so with that soul thought in her mind she ran faster then she thought possible back towards their home, ready to finish Tyler for good. 

It speaks to us... guides us. Opening the door to her house she didn’t know what to expect. She had hoped that Daniel managed to stay hidden until M had shown up. Seeing Tyler hogtied and gagged to a chair wasn’t something she thought she’d see when she got here but it was what he was greeted with.

“Uhm?” she asked, stepping into see M passing Daniel a cup of coffee as they sat at the kitchen counter acting like there wasn’t a dangerous vampire just chilling in their living room. “Did i miss something?” she asked, looking from Tyler to them.  The vampire in question was struggling trying to say something. Emily scoffed ignoring him purposely stepping on his feet as she walked over to M and Daniel.

“You're hurt?” Daniel gasped looking at the dried up blood on her shirt.”This is why you shouldn’t do random patrols,” he ranted.

“I am sure she was aware,” M said taking a sip of his coffee, “Apparently Maude ditched Tyler after she found out he betrayed Lucas ,leaving him to be experimented by some unknown force and now apparently he can’t harm any human,”  he said tiredly. 

“Daniel, it's a flesh wound,” Emily said, trying to appease Daniel who was glaring at her. “And right, did he tell you that because i wouldn’t believe anything that comes out of his mouth.” she said looking over at Tyler.  “And even if it was true why did he come here?” she asked. 

 M shrugged taking another sip of his coffee. “It is too early for me to deal with him,” he said pointing to the clock. 4.25 am.  It was almost morning, well it was morning, but not acceptable for a teenager to be up in the morning yet. 

“Big help as always,” Emily muttered. “Make me a hot chocolate and i’ll forgive you,” she said sweetly causing M to roll his eyes, a fine fine escaping his lips. Emily sighed, she knew this wasn’t going to fun dealing with Tyler never was. She stomped over to him crouching down so they were eye to eye, without any warning Emily ripped the duck tape of Tyler’s mouth.

“Fuck!” he said. “You little fucking bitch,” he said. Emily rolled her eyes, he really couldn’t come up with anything better. “I come to warn you and this is the thanks I get,” he rambled. 

“Warn me about what?” Emily asked, cutting him off.

“Well- “ he trailed off, a smirk making its way onto his face. “I was going to tell you for free but after how I've been treated i think i should get something in return,” he said matter o’factly. 

“Or I could just kill you,” Emily said happily. “Mr Pointy has your name written all over it,” she said spitefully. Unfortunately it didn’t have the desired effect instead it caused Tyler chuckle. 

“Oh the stake your little friend tried to use on Maude just before she snapped her neck,” he laughed. “Oh i am sorry, touchy subject?” he said pretending to pout. “Whoops,” he deadpanned. It was like something snapped in Emily, how dare he mention Eunmi, She lunged forward only to be pulled back by M. 

“He isn’t worth it,” He whispered. 

“Yeah listen to your watcher young lady, I am sure he knows a lot about repressing rage after all he will never get revenge for his dear Miss Calendar, especially since you killed soul boy,” Tyler snorted. “Gotta admit shorty i didn’t think you had it in you,” he grinned. This time M stepped forward, sucker punching him in the nose. 

“Why did you even come here?” Emily asked. “And don’t give me that bullshit excuse you told M, got experimented on? please,” she scoffed. 

“It’s not bullshit,” Tyler winced, face full of his own blood for once, “If it was, do you think I would still be sitting here? I know you have a tiny little brain but please try to use it,” he huffed. “Look I came here firstly you live here and secondly last time i was here your cousin was more than happy to play nurse for me so maybe i was looking for some love and affection,” he said, turning winking  at Daniel who was still sitting at the kitchen counter.

“I thought you were a human,” Daniel cried out.”I wouldn’t help you now,” he said face morphing in disgust. 

“Keep telling yourself that love,” Tyler smirked before his face fell when he turned back to face Emily and M. “As much as it pains me to say this, i need your help and since i so kindly helped you with your Lucas problem i think its only fair you help me, so if you could you know untie me,” he snapped. 

“You helped me because you were jealous, don't make it sound like you helped me out of the kindness of your cold dead heart,” Emily said sarcastically. “And if what you say is true then why would I help you out? A vampire who can’t hurt people? It makes my job a whole lot easier,” Emily said.

“Because what do you think they are going to do the likes of you and your little friends? They’d probably take you down as well, never mind Tara and her little dog, a witch and a werewolf - at least the mutt would be put down,” he said, the last bit a little too gleefully. 

“I say we just leave him here with the curtains open,” Daniel spoke up again. “I’ll happily sacrifice my freshly cleaned carpets for humanity,” he said dramatically.  Tyler craned his neck growling before letting a groan, a pained look on his face.

“Look, i hate saying this, but there might be some truth to what Tyler is saying,” M spoke, shocking everyone. “If there is this unknown force who can supposedly make vampires harmless - well as good it sounds - does need some investigating,” he said.  “I think first we should test if what Tyler is saying is true,” he said with a frown. 

“Seriously you want me to untie him?” Emily asked incredulously, letting a vampire, even if it was an alleged harmless one, on the loose in her house. M had to be joking.

“Look two of us can handle him and Daniel well he can at least try,” M said. Daniel let an affronted snort while Tyler rolled his eyes. “Just do it,”M said with a huff. Emily scoffed but did as she was told, purposely making sure to get little digs in Tyler, quite literally. 

Once the ropes were loosened Tyler leaped to his feet running straight at M reaching out before dropping down, a pained scream ringing out through the room as he grabbed at his head. Emily and M watched with morbid curiosity at least in Emily’s case. Daniel tip toed over to have a look, a frown on his face.

“So he was telling the truth?” Daniel asked looking at M who just shrugged. 

“No shit blondie,” Tyler growled.  “Since we’ve established I was experimented on by some sick assholes, can we get to the point where you help me out,” he said with a scowl.”And also who do I have to kill - “ he started to say before letting out a frustrated huff. “Can i get some blood already?”

“Oh of course what would you prefer, we have O positive and AB negative on tap,” Daniel said sarcastically. Emily giggled at how Daniel started to get sassy once it was confirmed that Tyler was harmless. 

“How about you do something useful and pour me a cup of yours,” Tyler snapped rubbing at his risk. “When i said you were a snack i meant it literally,” he said narrowing his eyes. 

“Are you sure we can’t just let him die?” Daniel asked pouting.

M rubbed at his temple. “Look right now we need him alive, so do you think you can be civil with him for a few more hours?” he asked. Both Emily and Daniel let out a shout of protest. “Look i know its not ideal but he is the safest here right now,” he said. “Now i suggest you try to get some more sleep, you have a meeting with Mr Jung today,” M said to Emily who frowned. She forget about her appointment with the school counselor - a way to prove to Snyder that she was being a good little girl and wasn’t insane. 

“You expect us to sleep with that in our house?” Daniel snapped. “Do you actually want Emily to die because as a watcher you seem to be making bad decision after bad decision -”  he said do air quotes around the word watcher.

“Daniel stop,” Emily said. 

“No no let him go on,” Tyler said grinning wickedly. “Do you know about the time he let your baby cousin have se-” he started to say before Emily threw Daniel’s empty cup at his head. Tyler rolled his eyes, dusting of the shards, “You know though if you truly feel  you can’t sleep in my presence i am sure we could do something to tire you out,” he said with a sleazy grin. 

“I’d rather die,” Daniel said looking Tyler up and down, an unimpressed look on his face. ‘I am not that desperate,” he said with an eye roll. 

Emily sighed.

This was going to be a long morning. 

Passion rules us all. 

“M messaged me about last night, I figure you’ll be needing this,”  Tara said, handing Emily a coffee from the nearby Starbucks, a sympathetic and almost apologetic smile on her face. Emily took the cup, were they talking about Lucas - no it couldn't be she was sure she didn’t mention that to M.

“I said after dealing with Tyler you’d need something stronger then just a regular coffee but apparently that is violating school rules” Mark chimed in from beside her, he looked a little worse for wear, heavy eye bags, hair mused messily and a slew of scratch marks colored his skin. In the drama that was last night, well this morning, Emily had completely forgotten that it was a full moon. “Which is odd because we generally don’t care for that and constantly break them,” Mark shrugged, stroking his chin as if he was pondering the meaning to life. 

“Yeah but that is when it comes to Slayer stuff not dealing with my annoying brother,” Tara responded before frowning,”Which technically is slaying stuff,” she pouted. Mark laughed beside wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Sorry Em, I am just tired you know- “ she said. Emily did know, against basically everyone’s advice, Mark included, Tara had made it her mission to stay with him during every full moon to try and soothe his wolf form and provide some TLC for him when he changed back. It was a long and tedious - not to mention dangerous thing to do but Tara was determined to stick by him even rejecting Emily and M’s offers of taking over for her so she could get some rest. 

Emily nodded, a weak smile making it ways onto her face as Mark pressed soft kisses all over Tara’s face. They were cute, adorably so and Emily was truly happy they had each other but seeing them so happy and in love caused her heart to ache. As her mind always did she briefly imagined what it would have been like if Lucas was just your average boy, if she was the one getting back hugs and morning kisses before the bell for first period, if they would have study dates instead of cemetery dates- but that wasn’t her reality no matter how much she wished it was. Instead he was a 240 year old vampire who she could never truly be with. 

Especially not now.

She was mused out of her thoughts when Gideon - her current boy who was a friend showed up, his friend Henry and his girlfriend Mindy in tow. “Hey,” he greeted her, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. Emily plastered a fake smile on her face, happy she learnt something from the acting class Daniel had dragged her to. Gideon was nice, very handsome and most importantly completely human but he wasn’t right, he was just a little too short, his voice wasn’t quite as deep - he just wasn’t right. “I just stopped by to say,” he said awkwardly.

“Well hey,” Emily said, giggling softly. She saw out of the corner of her eye Tara and Mark making a gagging gesture. 

“Hey Mark, i didn’t see you in Jazz band this year,” Mindy spoke out drawing the attention to her, Emily noticed Tara bristle next to her. Emily had admittedly been an absentee friend of late but she had never seen Tara react like to well anyone. 

“Oh yeah, couldn’t handle the pressure,” Mark said shaking his head. “It’s not the music it’s the marching,” he said solemnly. 

“We have a marching jazz band?” Emily asked. Henry snickered, earning a shove from Gideon who shook his head. Emily looked down in embarrassment, there was a running joke among her family that they should have all been born blonde and she certainly felt it right now. 

“Yeah but since the best jazz is improvisation we'd all be going off in our own direction, banging into floats - scary stuff” Mark continued winking at Emily to let her know it was a joke. 

“He is just being Mark,” Tara said nodding.

“Pretty much all the time,” Mark added causing Tara to giggle and just like that Tara and Mark were lost in Tara and Mark land. 

“Those are some nice flowers,” Emily said to Mindy, to be polite more than anything. They were just a regular flower bouquet, nothing special. Lucas had bought her nicer ones when he was a soulless serial killer because he wanted to mess with her. 

“Aw thanks,” Mindy gushed, making sure the flowers were the center of attention.”Henry bought them for me,” she said reaching out to rub at her boyfriend’s chest. Unlike Mark and Tara who made her heart ache, this couple made her want to vomit. 

‘It was nothing,” Henry said boastfully, Emily bit the side of her cheek. He clearly did think it was something since he was so proud. “Just something boyfriends do,” he said side eyeing Mark. “I am sure Gideon does that for you Emmy,” he said. Emily’s fingers twitched, why was this boy she barely knew giving her a nickname.

“No we aren’t to the flower stage yet, are we?” Gideon said turning to Emily, a panicked look in his eyes. 

“No we are still at the pre pollination stage,” Emily said lightly. “Don’t worry i will let you know when you can buy me flowers,” Emily said, watching as Gideon relaxed. God forbid him buy her some flowers Emily thought bitterly, she could hear Daniel in her head telling her this boy is not worth it. “ What time is it?” she asked, pulling up Gideon’s wrist. “Ah, I have to get going. I've got an appointment with Jung,” she said. Honestly she was looking for a way out of this conversation.

“Mr Jung, the school counselor?” Mindy asked. 

“Is that a problem?” Tara piped up, eyes narrowed as she took a step in front of Emily, which as much as it made her smile was funny in its own right. 

“Yeah , i need to see him once a week to convince him i miss stable so i can stay in school,” Emily supplied. Hopefully mentioning that she might not be stable would stop Mindy from saying whatever she was was going to say next. 

“That guy gives me the creeps.” Mindy said, shuddering. “I’d totally quit going but i’m flunking senior bio and my teacher thinks i have success issues,” she said mockingly as Henry rolled his eyes shaking his head. 

“Senior bio i kinda aced that finally,” Mark said as Tara broke out into a wide grin. She thought Mark should be more proud of his academic achievements instead of acting like it was no big deal. “I can give you my notes if that would help,” he offered. Emily watched as Mindy’s face light up and winced, apparently she wasn’t the only one who noticed because the looks Henry was giving Mark were downright frightening. 

“That would be great, thanks,” Mindy said cheerfully. At that exact moment the bell rang out signalling classes, or in Emily’s case therapy had begun. 

“I’ve gotta go,” she said, kissing Gideon’s cheek before turning to head to Mr Jung’s office. 

And we obey.  What other choice do we have?

“Emily Choi reporting for sanity,” Emily spoke walking into a dimmed office, eyeing the back of a turned chair. She could see a hand holding out a cigarette. Emily sniggered, nice to know the teachers really stuck to the school rules as well. “Look i know i have to do this and i’ll cooperate, i look at your ink blots and whatever but i don’t want to talk about me , or my family, or my childhood,”she listed “Or anything for that matter,” she added. “I don’t want to be friends here,” she said.

The chair turned, slowly, reminding her of a bond villain. Her eyes widened as she recognized the counselor he was one of Daniel’s gentleman friends. “I don’t want be friends Emily,” he said. “You have friend right? Hopefully you have friends,” he said. Emily’s face dropped before she schooled it back to normal. She had friends, even if they weren’t as close as they once were , they were still her friends. “You should have friends,” Mr Jung continued, putting out his cigarette and dousing himself and the area in front of him with cologne. “Friends are good thing, they are always there to tell you what you need to hear which is not what you need,” he said pointedly,. “No what you need is trained not so crazy professional who will always tell you his honest opinion,” he said. “Which i offer,” he added

“Now take a seat,” he said with a smile so big it made his eyes pretty much disappear.  Emily smiled weakly taking the seat in front of him. 

“This is awkward,” she muttered causing Mr Jung to laugh.

“Why because at some point I sucked your cousin's dick?” he asked bluntly. “Don’t worry, I am a professional,” he said seriously. 

“So professional your credentials are not so crazy?” Emily joked causing Mr Jung to shrug.

“Look Emily, no matter who you are child, adult, counselor or the pope nobody is completely sane,” he said seriously. “Anyone who says they are completely sane Miss Choi are either lying or incredibly stupid,” he said causing Emily to giggle. “Look everyone, all of us, have problems, we all have our demons,” he said. Emily looked down wasn’t that the truth, Emily had more demon’s then she could count. 

“Gotta say i am with you on that,” Emily muttered.

“Good, the hope i bring to you is that you can fight those demons, people can change, you can change,” he said. Emily hummed, she could fight her demons until she was blue in the face but she doubted she would ever be able to change. It was like the world didn’t want her to. “Great now why don’t we start with you? Why did you runaway?” he asked.

“It’s a long story,”Emily muttered, looking anywhere but at him. “It’s pretty boring,” she said.

“Bore me,” he said simply.

“You know i am complete over it, I am doing fine, I am in a good place, I’m healthy, I’m even dating someone new” she said. 

“All good things,” Mr Jung agreed. “But you are giving the last page without the rest of the book, how did we get here Emily?”  he continued to push. 

“I was dating someone,”Emily sucked in a breath, “And it ended badly, I was fighting with my cousin and i kind of freaked,” she said that was as honest as she could get.

“Tell me about this guy, the bad ending guy,” he continued.

Emily paused, fiddling with the hem of her sweater. “He was my first,” she said trying to figure out what to say next, her first proper boyfriend, her first love, her first everything. “I loved him and then he,” she was stopped, her voice getting croaky and her eyes getting misty. 

“And he changed,” he finished for her, she nodded not trusting herself to speak. “He got mean,” he continued. “But you still loved him,’ he said. Emily nodded again. “Lots of people lose themselves in love, look how many songs are wrote about it,” he joked, “the thing is you can’t stay lost, eventually you have get back to yourself,”  he said.

“And if you can’t?” Emily asked.

“If you can’t, well then love becomes your master and you are just its dog,” he said. 

  Passion is the source of our finest moments. 

The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. 

Walking into the library after classes had ended Emily didn’t expect to see everyone gathered. She especially didn’t expect to see Tara glaring at M and Mark closing in on himself. “What happened?” she asked looking around the room. 

“Wolf boy escaped last night and killed some one -” Jane, the former demon said, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder nonchalantly. 

“He did not,” Tara snapped. “I was there with him the whole night,” she defended Mark. “And that person  had a name you know,” she said, eyes narrowing at the blonde. “Maybe you should learn some empathy if you want to keep pretending you are human,” she huffed.

“I am more human than he is,” she said pointing to Mark, “And this is boring,” she said rolling her eyes. “Mr M have you ever had sex in this room?” she asked. “And if not do you want to?” she continued. Emily’s nose scrunched up in disgusts. 

“Okay move on can someone not as her- “ she said gesturing to Jane who looked offended, “explain to the slayer what is going on? Is there a reason we think Mark escaped?” she asked looking at M. He was the only person she trusted in this room to give her a non biased response, Sungjae was a little too stuffy to be trusted he was on the anything remotely supernatural shouldn’t be trusted side, Minah who was still a little bitter about Julien doing a runner and blaming Emily and her friends for everything that has gone wrong her life, Tara for obvious reasons and well Mark, Emily was hoping she could give him some peace of mind.

“RIght a body was found last night, severally mauled,” M said seriously. “It would appear to be a werewolf attack,” he sighed rubbing his temple.

“But Tara was here last night,” Emily said. “She would have noticed if he escaped and she would have told someone,” she said. Tara would never just let Mark roam free, it was dangerous not only for them but for Mark as well. 

“Love makes liars out of everyone,” Jane interrupted. Emily let out an annoyed huff, looking at M with an unimpressed look. Emily genuinely wondering why she was here, she was pretty sure attended college with Minah so why were they hanging out in a high school library.

“She fell asleep,” Sungjae interjected. “Which i dont blame Miss Lee for at all, it was irresponsible to leave a teenage girl incharge of baby sitting a werewolf, i am frankly shocked that Mr Giles would allow her to do something so reckless, harboring a dangerous beast - the watchers council will be hearing about this,” he continued. Emily briefly imagined what it would be like to punch him in the face, it would be fun. 

“Are you going to tell them about how your slayer did a runner?” Emily asked happily, “I am sure the watcher council would love to hear about that,” she said with an eyeroll. 

“Yes well there is a chance that Mark -” M started before stopping when he looked over at Mark who buried his head in his hands. Tara beside him glared at everyone in the room before standing up and rubbing circles into Mark’s back, whispering reassurances to him. 

“There is a chance,” Emily said, “But it might not be, last night on my second patrol, there was this thing that attacked me -” she continued. “Wait, was this a female body because i can safely say it wasn’t Mark,” she said. She had hoped that would have had a more positive reaction but instead it just got gloomier. 

“It was Jaehyun,” Mark said looking up, he looked and sounded completely devastated, “The body was Jaehyun Young,” he muttered, Tara frowned behind him wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her chin against it.

“Okay so not the same body,” Emily frowned. 

“But potentially the same killer,” M said. “Look we have one more night to a perfect full moon,”he said. “If we split up we can manage this,” he said nodding his head. “Emily will do her normal patrol tonight,” he said, “While we look after Mark and figure out what you saw,” he said nodding to Emily.

“What about Tyler?” Emily asked, “We can’t just leave him with Daniel,” she said, even with Tyler’s inability to hurt people she could see them standing each other for much longer without some damage happening.

“Tyler? He is here? You didn’t kill him?” Minah jumped up with a growl. “Some slayer you are,” she huffed. “You let Lucas go until the world was literally going to end, Maude is  god knows where even though she snapped your bestfriends neck and now Tyler is playing happy homes with your cousin,” she snapped. “Could you just do your job for once -” she continued. 

“Minah!” Tara shouted out. “That’s not fair,” she said. 

“It’s fine Tara,” Emily said softly, “Minah if you think it is so easy then feel free to take my place tonight, i’d much happier stay here pretending to help out a friend while feeling sorry for myself because my boyfriend ran away like a little bitch,” Emily continued.

“At least my boyfriend didn’t turn into an evil psychopath because i was a bad lay,” Minah responded eyes narrowed as she went in for the kill. Emily’s face fell, that night was something they all collectively agreed not to bring up. It was probably the most traumatic thing Emily had been through which says a lot because she has died once. 

“That is enough,” M shouted out. “Tyler is only alive right now because he has information that concerns people in this room not because of Emily’s skills as a slayer,” he said tiredly. “Miss Delacroix, I'd appreciate it if you kept your comments about people’s personal life to yourself - all things considered,” he said pointedly. Emily had no idea what M was implying but whatever it was got to Minah since she sunk back down into chair. “Now about Tyler, i think it would be easy just to show you,” he said. “Now i suggest you all get comfortable because it’s going to be a long night,” The was an air of finality in M’s tone that no one argued with.

It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. 

Emily frowned, it was quiet, way too quiet. On any given night there were atleast 5 vampires roaming the streets of Sunnydale, more at the cemetery but tonight there was nothing. It was like every vampire decided to stay home, it was unnerving and it left Emily feeling antsy.

 Something was off tonight. Or perhaps Emily was off, the day had left feeling emotionally exhausted and she honestly wanted something to happen so she could let out some frustrations.  Another part of her wanted to go to the mansion to check if Lucas was there. If what had happened in the early hours really had happened or was it just some trick. One didn’t just escape hell, it wasn’t possible or it shouldn’t be. 

With a frustrated sigh Emily kicked the ground stomping over to an old oak tree and sliding below it. The moon shone brightly above her, she stared up at it, remembering that she was here to prove one of her friends wasn’t a murderer. 

She huffed standing back up, dusting herself off as she did so. She figured another lap wouldn’t hurt, patrolling was lonely work, especially now that Eunmi was gone. Her eyes briefly flickered over to the side of the cemetery she was buried in, she had yet to go pay her respects. She knew she wasn’t up to it yet, Eunmi was the only person who understood Emily’s life, her best friend and partner in crime. She got what it was like to be a slayer, to be expected to give up every normal bit of your life to focus on saving everybody else and now she was gone. Emily shook her head trying to shake the tears out of her eyes. Once she was done with this she was going to hunt Maude down, rip her heart and shove it down her throat before setting her on fire

Emily continued to patrol but nothing was happening.  She pulled her phone out of her back pocket, checking to see if there were any updates. Nothing, she hoped that meant everything was okay. It would be completely irresponsible for her to go check the mansion. She had a job , she had to do it but it had been hours and nothing was happening. She would just go look, it wouldn’t take that long. 

The mansion, old and decrepit now, was open. Emily sucked in a breath, counting to five before stepping in. It was just like it was the last time she was here, she could still see her blood stains on the carpet. She stepped towards that room, she knew that the statue of Acathla was long gone. M had seen to that. She stepped in timidly, stupidly calling out. “Lucas?” she whispered. 

She found him. Not how she expected him to. She found him chained to the wall, just as feral as he was last night. He looked over at Emily, eyes completely unfocused and unsure. Emily took a step towards watching as he pulled against his restraints trying to escape from her. Emily lips turned down into frown, “Lucas,” she whispered reaching out to touch only for him to flinch a whimper escaping his lips. “Can you even understand me?” she asked, her heartbreaking. What happened to him. “It’s me,” she said hoping that it would snap him out off it. She wouldn’t care if he was happy to see her or if he wanted to kill her for betraying him she just wanted something, some sign of recognition, some sign he was still in there somewhere but instead all she got was him trying to hide himself. A sob escaped her lips as she backed out of the room slowly, before running to flee completely.  Just like her morning run in with Lucas her cellphone rang. 

“Em , Mark escaped,” M said to from the phone. “Be careful,” he said before hanging up and like that Emily had to refocus, making sure her friend didn’t accidentally eat someone was more important right now. 

#story #au

[coperas]

HC : PARENTS.

    It’s safe to say that Morse favoured his mother over his father. Constance Morse was a bright and perceptive woman who, despite being raised a strict Quaker, was accepting and tolerant of other beliefs. She taught her son that appearances could be deceiving and that there was usually more beneath the surface of things— ideas which Morse continued to foster during his time at Oxford and later in the army and as a police officer. Truly, young Endeavour adored his mother and it was no surprise that he decided to live with her instead of his father when his parents divorced in 1946. Four years passed in peace until Constance passed away in 1950, leaving Endeavour absolutely devastated. Her death broke something inside of him which never quite healed– in fact, the gaping wound remained open when he had to move back in with his father and stepmother, a woman Morse couldn’t stand whatsoever.

     Up to this day there is still a part of him that curses himself for not being able to help his mother, even though he could have done nothing within his power to rescue her from the disease that slowly corroded her body. It’s no wonder that Morse is left astonished and teary-eyed when Dr. Daniel Cronyn / Mason Gull shortly after his arrest tells him “I know who you couldn’t save, Morse”.

    Morse’s relationship with his father ranges from alright to COMPLICATED to absolutely emotionless. From the moment his son was born, Cyril Morse was determined to “make a man out of him”. Endeavour first held a hunting rifle when he was seven years old, but his mother did not approve of letting her son near weapons and often expressed her discontent to her husband. It wasn’t until the Christmas after Constance passed away that Cyril gave his twelve-year-old son a pistol of his own and taught him how to use it by practising on rabbits. Endeavour did what his father wanted with gritted teeth, knowing that protesting wouldn’t be any use now his mother was no longer there to defend him.

                Their father-son relation truly got more bruised and battered the more time Endeavour spent in the company of his stepmother Gwen. Even though his father had remarried before Constance passed away, his son regarded the whole situation as an insult to his mother, believing his father wished to replace her memory with a woman who couldn’t be further removed from Constance’s tender heart.

                              Cyril’s interest in gambling and betting in horse races grew larger by the day, much to his son’s dismay. As a cabdriver, the patriarch didn’t earn much a month, and Endeavour often expressed his irritation whenever his father squandered their money around– only to be silenced by a sneer from Gwen; a disdainful remark telling the boy not to meddle with matters he did not understand.

   Cyril expected his son to follow the same line of work, taking over their modest taxi business. However, Endeavour’s teachers at Stamford School had become more than aware of the boy’s high intellect and one of them in particular, an English teacher named Dr Culligan, recommended him for a scholarship at Lonsdale College. When he got home after hearing the wonderful news, Endeavour found his father unimpressed, muttering something along the lines of “ye don’t belong there”. Gwen, however, was glad to see the boy leave their house. Morse broke virtually all contact with them, only sending a few letters to his half-sister Joyce during his time at Oxford and in the army.

        No matter what he did, Endeavour never truly seemed to satisfy his father’s wishes and he couldn’t help feeling like a disappointment. Oxford was “ too posh ”, the army was described as “ a nationalistic bunch ”  ”, the police— well , the police was the police. Even his betrothal to fellow student Susan Bryce was disapproved of, righteously so since it had been a rash decision and the engagement was eventually broken because Susan had returned to a former lover.

         Still, Morse felt a pang of worry when Joyce called to say their father was bedridden after a serious heart-attack. He took the train back to Lincolnshire after assuring his colleagues that it was probably not as grave as it sounded over the telephone—   but his heart was racing in fear for the worst scenario. In the end, the final words he heard his father utter were “I never liked the police”. Despite the fact that this phrase only confirmed Morse’s view of his father as a dissatisfied person, Endeavour forgave the man for everything when he sat by his bedside for the very last time.

#there are coppers and there are coppers. ┊ 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠. #parents mention #father mention #emotional abuse tw

[banka-kabanka]

Life is strange 2 episode 4 thoughts

Well, I've just ended LiS2 episode 4 (yeah, I know I'm a little bit late, haha), so I wanted to share some thoughts (and emotions, mostly emotions) about it.

First of all, I've cried for about five times. That's my personal record for crying because of LiS games.

I am really sorry about Sean (oh, my poor, poor boy). His eye loss is really, really terrible. Not only because it's awfuly uncomfortable to have only one eye, but because he lost his ability to draw (partly, but anyway). And just imagining his state while he's being in hospital - without Daniel, without drawing as his only joy left, withot everything, thinking about he is going to be sent to jail - makes my heart break. That's tough. Totally sucks.

I've chosen to romance Finn in previouse episode and managed to save him, BUT THAT'S NOT REALLY HELPING. This scene in hospital is heartbreaking. I forgave him and he said all these things about how he loves Sean... oh, fuck.

That was the first time I've cryed.

Because Sean's probably seeing Finn last time and there is a little chance he is going to see him again - 'cause brothers'll be in Mexico and Finn'll be in jail. Uh. And Finn can't even go to this window because of his legs...

The next crying station is the scene with those racist bastards. I've chosen to sing, but than I heard Sean's cracked voice...

Well, it is totally enough physical pain for Sean, but fuuuuuck.

*great voice action by the way...*

Also I wanted to talk about Karen. She is amazing and I'm really sorry about her too. It's always hard to change your life, but changing it and understanding that you would hurt people who you love doing it - way harder. Her story is about how harmful social norms are. And I, as a person who always had troubles with making serious choices, am really happy that such character was represented in the game.

And I didn't spare Lisbeth in the end - I let Daniel to kill her actually. That's kinda violently, but she was slowly killing people - Jackob, Sara-Lee and others - without any doubts. I think she deserved that.

Well, it kinda messed up and I guess I fucked up grammar and other things 'cause English is not my native - sorry about that. Also I haven't told everything that on my mind for this reason, this post would be better in Russian, huh.

Well, waiting for episode 5.

And if my boys wouldn't get happy ending I'll kick dontnod asses.

#Life is strange 2 #LiS2 #episode 4

[fogmade]

2,3,11,26,30,31 for morse

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS. ( accepting. )  @stillhavespots !

2. What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

     It’s safe to say that Morse favoured his mother over his father. Constance Morse was a bright and perceptive woman who, despite being raised a strict Quaker, was accepting and tolerant of other beliefs. She taught her son that appearances could be deceiving and that there was usually more beneath the surface of things— ideas which Morse continued to foster during his time at Oxford and later in the army and as a police officer. Truly, young Endeavour adored his mother and it was no surprise that he decided to live with her instead of his father when his parents divorced in 1946. Four years passed in peace until Constance passed away in 1950, leaving Endeavour absolutely devastated. Her death broke something inside of him which never quite healed– in fact, the gaping wound remained open when he had to move back in with his father and stepmother, a woman Morse couldn’t stand whatsoever.

      Up to this day there is still a part of him that curses himself for not being able to help his mother, even though he could have done nothing within his power to rescue her from the disease that slowly corroded her body. It’s no wonder that Morse is left astonished and teary-eyed when Dr. Daniel Cronyn / Mason Gull shortly after his arrest tells him “I know who you couldn’t save, Morse”.

3. What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

     Ranging from alright to complicated. From the moment his son was born, Cyril Morse was determined to “make a man out of him”. Endeavour first held a hunting rifle when he was seven years old, but his mother did not approve of letting her son near weapons and often expressed her discontent to her husband. It wasn’t until the Christmas after Constance passed away that Cyril gave his twelve-year-old son a pistol of his own and taught him how to use it by practising on rabbits. Endeavour did what his father wanted with gritted teeth, knowing that protesting wouldn’t be any use now his mother was no longer there to defend him.

                 Their father-son relation truly got more bruised and battered the more time Endeavour spent in the company of his stepmother Gwen. Even though his father had remarried before Constance passed away, his son regarded the whole situation as an insult to his mother, believing his father wished to replace her memory with a woman who couldn’t be further removed from Constance’s tender heart.

                               Cyril’s interest in gambling and betting in horse races grew larger by the day, it seemed, much to his son’s dismay. As a cabdriver, the patriarch didn’t earn much a month, and Endeavour often expressed his irritation whenever his father squandered their money around– only to be silenced by a sneer from Gwen; a disdainful remark telling the boy not to meddle with matters he did not understand.

    Cyril expected his son to follow the same line of work, taking over their modest taxi business. However, Endeavour’s teachers at Stamford School had become more than aware of the boy’s high intellect and one of them in particular, an English teacher named Mr Culligan, recommended him for a scholarship at Lonsdale College. When he got home after hearing the wonderful news, Endeavour found his father unimpressed, muttering something along the lines of “ye don’t belong there”. Gwen, however, was glad to see the boy leave their house. Morse broke virtually all contact with them, only sending a few letters to his half-sister Joyce during his time at Oxford and in the army.

         No matter what he did, Endeavour never truly seemed to satisfy his father’s wishes and he couldn’t help feeling like a disappointment. Oxford was “ too posh ”, the army was described as “ a nationalistic bunch ”  ”, the police— well , the police was the police. Even his betrothal to fellow student Susan Bryce was disapproved of, righteously so since it had been a rash decision and the engagement was eventually broken because Susan had returned to a former lover.

          Still, Morse felt a pang of worry when Joyce called to say their father was bedridden after a serious heart-attack. He took the train back to Lincolnshire after assuring his colleagues that it was probably not as grave as it sounded over the telephone—   but his heart was racing in fear for the worst scenario. In the end, the final words he heard his father utter were “I never liked the police”. Despite the fact that this phrase only confirmed Morse’s view of his father as a dissatisfied person, Endeavour forgave the man for everything when he sat by his bedside for the very last time.

11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

Answered here !

26. How does your character behave around children?

    Morse shows more kindness towards children than he does to adults. During investigations he always takes children’s testimonies more serious than his colleagues do, never underestimating a child’s intelligence or capacity to interpret events—  partly because his own mind was often scornfully underestimated by his stepmother. He’ll usually approach children with a smile and try to converse with them using simple words, or reassure them if they are intimidated by a visit from a copper.

              As for outside of work, Morse doesn’t interact a lot with children. He obviously doesn’t have any of his own and doesn’t have many friends who have kids, apart from Joyce. Although he doesn’t visit her family very often, he is very fond of his cousins and keeps in contact via letters and the rare phone call.

30. What does your character find repulsive or disgusting? 

Corruption & bribery are at the top of the list. Morse is a great defender of justice and loathes it when people sacrifice the truth for something as material as money. The selfish nature of people continues to perplex him while on the job and he often expresses his aversion in scoffs or unrelenting stares, his eyes squinted as he attempts to figure out what on Earth is happening in the other person’s head.

31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

In Q’s arms.

#stillhavespots #( ik: had geen inspiratie meer bij de laatste ) #death tw #father tw #long post tw #✒ *¸• ❛ crosswords & crime scenes. ❜ e. morse. #✒ *¸• em. headcanon. #♯ *¸• it is law. / all headcanons.

[transboygenius]

SE4SON: Chapter 1

Can...

Our story begins with Retroville's monarch of all things cool, Nick Dean, shutting himself in his bedroom, with the door locked. He sat at his desk, writing on a piece of paper with light hovering over. Every word he wrote down was in cursive. He was trying to complete a romantic letter to an unknown kid he wants to confess his true feelings for, but that kid should never know who their secret admirer is. That kid already has a partner of their own, or at least he thinks so. Not only has Nick disguised his handwriting for an identity seal, but also the note never included any pronouns or references to the writer's gender. Why go through all that trouble? Because, young reader, that kid he's writing to is a boy. Not a girl, a boy. A boy that left the young man's heart throbbing. The boy, probably straight, would freak out if Nick introduced himself as another boy in the letter. It's best if Nick didn't give the boy any hints of the writer being male, but he doesn't have to give any hints that he's female either.

This boy; He was short, arrogant, serious, nerdy, somewhat of a prick, he's the fault of all the calamity he saves us from, but Nick couldn't help but still adore him. Said boy has gotten on his nerves occasionally, but he always forgave him in the end. He can't stay mad at someone he's deeply fond with. He was talented, brave, and spirited, something that aroused Nick. While others find him annoying, Nick finds him cute. Of course, nobody should know that, so he plays along with the crowd. They wouldn't mind Nick being attracted to a nerd, but they would since this nerd is a boy like him. Nick would treat him like any other kid would, but inside, he apologizes afterwards. In all truth, he sympathized with the boy, but he's not allowed to be opened about it. Everything this boy did impressed him, as well as inspired him too. Luckily, nobody has ever caught Nick with any signs of him having a crush on said boy, because they are unaware of the young man's talent. He's a pretty good damn actor, one of the best you might say. He hasn't gotten all those main leads in school plays just by sitting around. However, what they don't know is that Nick also acts offstage, in real life. He's afraid people are not ready to know the real him, especially who he's in love with. Not even his own mom could see through his acting performances.

Boy and boy don't belong together, everyone says. They can be brothers, or friends, but not lovers. The same implies for girl and girl. In fairytales, the prince will only get a happy ending with a princess. In television and movies, two boys and two girls aren't allowed to show affection towards each other, so either will only end up with their intended opposite-gender love interest. Nick has seen it all, and it makes him sick to the core. These hetero romances in fiction are always so boring, forced, and unrealistic. Who falls in love in the middle of a battlefield? Why are love-hate (or abusive) relationships considered cute? That character could've had a much more healthier relationship with their same-sex bud. When queer characters are featured in media, which can only be aimed towards older audiences, they are portrayed as villains, then killed off in the end. And when not playing the villains' role, they are still killed off. All Nick asks for is positive representation of people like him, so he can actually love himself for once. Male and female romances are what people describe as "normal love." Meaning, you're only normal if you're heterosexual.

...anybody...

As for his feelings for said boy, he hasn't felt this way for another boy since preschool. During those early years, he had a crush on a boy, who loved to play dress-up and make macaroni art. Nick even drew a picture of them holding hands together. He didn't know anything about sexual orientation at that time, or what was considered right/wrong, he just believed in love. That afternoon, before Nick's mom came to pick him up, he walked up to that boy with a flower in hand. The boy freaked out and backed away in the corner, throwing building blocks towards him while saying Go away! Nick was just confused. Maybe he picked the wrong flower, he thought. When the children's parents finally arrived, the boy ran to his dad for comfort, and told him everything that happened today with a "scary boy."

This stirred up conflict between the boy's father, and his father, each one of them trying to put the blame on whose fault is it for Nick being into boys. When his emotional abusive father returned, he set Nick down on a chair, and yelled at him for two whole hours, cursing while hitting him with degrading words that stung his brain like needles. His father then showed him some old newspaper articles on the ugly truth, with graphic imagery, about how society treats minorities like him. He even threatened to boil him alive if he ever catches him being lovey-dovey to another boy again. Not really, but he knew how to scare his son straight. Daniel Dean didn't have any concern for Nick, he just didn't want to live under the same roof with a f*gget. After their man-to-man talk, Daniel restricted Nick of TV and his toys for two months. His mother was never angry, but she solely took his attraction in boys as a phase. He's currently 12 now, and he still hasn't grown out of this so-called phase.

Although Daniel walked out on his family a year later, part of him still remained with Nick. He's not here to hurt him, but that doesn't mean anyone else won't. He scared he might get shot in the head just for winking at a boy. Two male friends can't hug each other without being called sissies. If a boy takes interest in feminine things, such as glitter or Bonnie dolls, he is deemed a circus freak. No doubt, being openly gay in this society is dangerous. His kind is subjected to crude jokes and violence. Gay people are often visualized as explicit beings, and grown-ups fear children will start engaging into sexual activities if they're ever exposed to a same-sex pair kissing or holding hands. Most folks just find their way of love repulsive. Worse, Nick's a gay minor. Parents think they have the right to presume sexuality for their kids, looking upon homosexuality as for adults. He could grow up into a professional athlete, he could have muscles bigger than on any man alive, he could even take down a whole war by himself, but none of that will matter if he's gay. No amount of macho will save him from being dehumanized. Ever since he moved to first grade, he changed his image, took on a new personality, and lived as Retroville's new bad boy. He flirted with multiple girls, and kissed them on the cheeks. This was not who he really was, but people liked him that way. He has been living his entire life behind a mask. It can be tiresome pretending to be someone you're not, but it's what he does to protect his identity, even from who he loved. Nick Dean is the most popular kid in school, and if his true self ever came out, his social life would plummet.

As he reached fourth grade, he stopped all the kissing and flirting, for his own relief. Successfully convincing everybody he's straight, there's no need to try no more. However, he still lets his groupies get all over him. He doesn't have to persuade girls anymore, because now he can ignore them if he wants. Those poor empty headed broads; always fawning over him and trying to touch him. The other day, one of them stole his shorts from his gym bag. Sometimes, they will even fight each other for his love. Friendships were even ruined over sheer jealousy, just for talking to Nick. They'll take anything from the most gorgeous boy in town, whether he wears it or it came out of his mouth. While Nick respects them, and appreciates the fandom they built around him, he'd love them more if they all just leave him alone. He doesn't want any of those girls, nor do those girls have any chance of winning his heart. The only girl in his life is Betty, and she's his best friend.

...find me...

His eyes only set on one person, and that's the said boy. However, like the girls on him, Nick isn't likely to win the love of this boy, cuz he's probably straight. The boy used to hate girls, but it was only a phase most little boys go through: The cootie-phase. Nick never had a cootie phase, he had been gay all his life. This boy hit on multiple girls. Some were older than him. Said boy was head over heels for Betty Quinlan, tried to sweep this rodeo chick off her feet, and is possibly romantically involved with that Cindy Vortex. How? They hated each other. All the boys hate Cindy. Yet, Nick watched them as they slowly grow closer to each other. Things are changing, and so are they. The way those two suddenly turn nervous for one another, speak sweetly, and almost kiss. He once caught them playing footsie under the table, when he dropped to pick up his pencil. Their relationship is a hot and cold mess, yet they still don't part. One day, they're at one another's throats. The next, they're back to sweethearts. Day one, she strangles him to a near death, but then day two, they are going out to lunch hand in hand as if nothing happened.

The pairing was distastefully dysfunctioned, but why doesn't the boy see it? One thing for sure. Him and Cindy are both smart. Nick gets C's and B's. She always participated with him during missions. Nick's the one to only watch the events happen before him, maybe because said boy never asked him to tag along. The boy had more potential with Cindy than any other girl. She's always there for him, not Nick, despite her bratty and violent behavior. Nick does absolutely nothing about this, however. How could he even compete with that? Cindy used to be infatuated with Nick, but she was probably using him to make said boy jealous. Good thing Nick sought no interest in her. He hated seeing Cindy and the boy together. The way they hold hands and flirt twisted his stomach in knots. He could be a better lover to that boy than Cindy, and give him whatever he wants, but Nick knows he had no right to interfere.

This was the life of said boy, and he should do whatever makes him happy. Those two are together because they love each other. Nick's love is merely unrequited. What's the use of trying to win over a boy who doesn't love him back, especially if he's possibly straight? It's better if Nick just stayed out of the way, as usual. People think Nick is strong as he is, but they don't know he's mentally weak. Everyday, he's walking down that sidewalk, with an expression all relaxed and a sly grin upon his face. He may look like he's fine, and he's done a great job fooling the others too, but as he reaches home, he locks himself in his room, then lets out the tears he's been holding back. This boy is always on his mind, and Nick can't help but think about him, even while skateboarding through town. That could explain his numerous leg breaking accidents. If he truly loves this said boy, then he should respect who this boy really loves, even if it leaves him unhappy and lonely.

Every night, he puts all his energy into writing a full page letter, under an anonymous name. He wants that boy to know how much he means to him. He can't tell that boy up front and in person. If he is straight, then there's a good chance he might be homophobic, too. No way he could afford to live another preschool trauma. Just because they can't be together, doesn't mean Nick can't share how he feels. The boy can love whoever he wants, and whoever he chooses to be with is up to him, but Nick fears he will never get this angst off his chest unless this boy hears out his treasured secret. Every word is written by heart, and taken out of his head. Writing these letters always left his face glowing crimson red. His heart raced a beat. Cindy may have won the battle, but that boy deserves to know there is somebody else out there who loves him more than any other girl alive.

"Hi. We've interacted plenty of times before. Not sure if we're friends, and not sure if we're acquaintances either. You probably have no idea who's writing this. Well, it's best for the both of us. You may be unaware of this, but you don't know how loved you are. All those disasters that happen from your little cyber toys, I know they weren't your fault. From what I see, you were only trying to prove something. Hey, little man, it's okay. You still have a long way to go. Try being positive about yourself, because you being positive brings a smile on my face. You are creative, talented, and much more stronger than I am. Not physically strong, but strong in the real way. You make me proud. People say you are arrogant and show-offy, but that doesn't bother me. I've met guys far worse than that. I have been within those crowds of your peers, laughing at you, taunting you, but to be honest, I did that only as a cover up. Nobody would ever let me live it down if they knew how I really felt. I don't think they'd let me sympathize with you either. It can hurt me, just as it hurts you. These boundaries are the reason why we're separate. 

Listen, and listen good: I love you. There, I said it. I really needed to say something. No human being has ever made me feel this way in a long time. To me, you are worth more than anything valuable in the world, and no way I'd sell you. You play a much important part in my life than you think. I see you already have a significant other of your own. Cindy is her name, isn't it? Look, it says so on fate that we were never meant to be. I'm clearly not worthy enough for you, since I've mostly been absent in your presence. You're allowed to be with anyone you wish, and I have no intention of convincing you out of it. I'm only writing this to you because I feel I won't get any satisfaction unless you hear me out. If you were my sweetheart, I'd give you anything you want, just to make you happy. I wouldn't lay a single finger on you without your consent first. If you're ever in need for comfort, or a shoulder to cry on, I'll be there when you need me. Want me to get lost forever? I can do that! Please, you don't have to consider my love. I hope you understand."

Nick looked down on the letter. He seems to put more effort into creativity than his actual schoolwork/homework. The letter isn't quite finished yet. All he needs to do now is seal it into an envelope, ask for a hall pass during class, and slip it into the boy's locker without getting caught. It's time to set the record straight. He loves that boy, and damn right, he's gonna tell him he loves him before Vortex does. 

“GOD DAMMIT!”

Rage broke out for no reason. He took the letter and tore it to shreds. He never tears the envelope though, with said boy's name written on it. It happens every night after completing a note. Based on his opinion, none of them come out right the way he wants them to sound. He's been doing this for a year and two months already. He might as well give up. Laying his chin down on his desk, he picked up a small picture frame besides his lamp, looking eye to eye contact with it. It was a picture of the boy he loved. Why does he bother to continue looking at it when all it brings him is pain? He can't keep wasting his time and energy on a boy he knows he can never have. He can live with being gay. It's the perception of falling in love he never asked for.

...somebody to love!

#Jimmy Neutron #Boy Genius #Nick Dean #Cindy Vortex #Libby Folfax #Carl Wheezer #Sheen Estevez #romance #fanfic #Season 4 #Nickelodeon #TVverse #TVEE

[currentlyfangirrling]

Taxi pt. 7 (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Plot: In which a young girl goes to New York for the first time and accidentally gets into an already occupied Taxi

Warning: violence, language, sexual assault, and FLUFF

The next morning my eyes were swollen from crying all night. I know I shouldn’t be so upset considering that I barely knew him, but there was a part of me that felt like him and I would actually end up together. It’s ridiculous for me to believe that, but I did. I let myself fall for someone who couldn’t catch me.

Claire made me some tea and ordered me breakfast. No matter how many chocolate chip waffles I ate, I still felt empty inside.

“I know you are probably not up to do anything today, but we have a lot to do before the wedding tomorrow. And I know that you would never forgive yourself if you didn’t help out," Claire said as she put on her clothes for the day.

“Of course I’ll help! I need something to get my mind off of him anyway.” I got up, took a shower, put on some makeup to cover up my swollen eyes, and put on my clothes for the day.

I looked at my phone to see that Sebastian texted me half a million times. It was obvious that he didn’t sleep last night. All of his messages practically said that he was sorry, that he felt horrible, he couldn’t sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about me, he wanted to see me, and that he never wanted this to happen. Blah blah blah. I was too exhausted to react anymore. I was fresh out of tears. Plus, I didn’t want to ruin my makeup.

I didn’t reply to his messages and just shoved my phone into my purse without another thought about it. Today I was going to help my friend and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.

First thing to do today was to go help Sarah meet with the flower shop owner to make sure all the flowers would be ready and set up in the correct vases. Sarah was a bit OCD and it definitely showed after it took her nearly 3 hours until she felt comfortable with the arrangements.

After that, we headed to the bakery to check up on the cake. It was almost complete and was being frozen in the freezer. Sarah made sure that the cake was a rich red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting.

Then we drove to the boutique that had our dresses ready to pick up. Everyone tried them on one last time before the big day. The bridesmaids dresses were long soft pink dresses that hugged everyone’s curves perfectly. When Sarah walked out in her wedding dress, everyone broke down into tears. Especially me.

Seeing her in her dress reminded me of when I was dating Daniel and how I thought I was going to marry him one day. Her dress was beautiful. It was the classic cupcake style dress that had just the right amount of extra. Sarah was alway the typical ‘go big or go home’ kind of girls, so this dress was perfect for her. It was her very own perfect dress. However, the dress weighed about 50 lbs and took up half of the car space, but we managed to fit everyone into the car.

The day was busy and I’m glad that it was. I didn’t look at my phone once. Until we got to the hotel so that we could get ready for the rehearsal dinner.

Sebastian had called me around noon and left a voicemail.

“Hey (y/n), I know that you have read my messages and I feel like a bigger idiot now that you haven’t replied. I know that you’re upset, and I’m so sorry for that. I can’t think properly knowing that you’re upset with me. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I probably ruined your trip. I know that I have made a fool of myself, but I just wanted to say that I’m sorry one last time. Okay? Goodbye.”

Tears fell down my face. Hearing his voice felt like I was being punched in the gut. I missed him. I wanted to call him back and tell him that I forgave him and that I wanted to be with him, but I couldn’t. I know that if I did things would probably just get worse and I can’t imagine anything worse than this.

I looked at claire, who was standing across from me getting ready. I handed her the phone so that she could listen. I wanted her to tell me to call him back and to tell me that I should be with him. She didn’t. She just shook her head and turned my phone off.

“I don’t know what to tell you. He seems just as upset as you are about this, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk to him anymore. I’m sorry,” Claire said, walking to the closet to pull out her dress.

“You’re right. I just-I don’t know,” I said, sitting on the bed to take off my shoes to put on my heels for tonight.

“I think it’s best that we don’t talk about this and just focus on Sarah for right now,” Claire stated. I nodded my head and continued to change my clothes.

Walking into the rehearsal dinner, I noticed people that I hadn’t seen in a long time. While talking to Sarah’s parents, I heard a voice that made me cringe.

I turned around to see Daniel behind me, “Hey gorgeous.”

I rolled my eyes, “Daniel.”

“(Y/N), you look amazing. How have you been?” Seeing Daniel made me so uncomfortable that my shoulders were practically up to my ears. And ‘how have I been?’ I’ve been horrible and I feel like crawling into a hole.

“I’ve been great, actually,” I lied. “How about yourself?”

“Honestly? I’ve missed you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you and now that you’re here I am speechless,” Daniel said, putting his arm around my waist and leaning in for a hug.

I hugged him back out of politeness, but I actually wanted to stomp on his foot. I felt his hands sneak down my back, giving my ass a light squeeze. I froze. What the hell?

I backed away and slapped his hand off of me, “What the hell are you doing?”

Daniel grinned, “I missed you. Haven’t you missed me?”

“I haven’t thought about you since I caught you and whatshername sneaking around,” I spat.

“You know she meant nothing to me! I want you! I have always wanted you! You were my everything and I made a mistake,” he confessed.

“I need to go get a drink,” I said, walking away from him.

As I grabbed myself a glass of champagne, drank it, and immediately grabbed another one.

Sitting down at my table, I noticed Daniel was seated across from me. Great. I was about 4...5...maybe 6 glasses of champagne in and was not in the mood for this.

I ignored him completely and kept to myself. I could sense him staring at me as I was eating my meal.

Once the speeches began, I got up to go to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I fixed my hair and makeup. I waiting in the bathroom to waist time before I had to go back out and deal with Daniel. I looked at my phone and saw that I had no notifications from Sebastian. I guess he was serious about saying goodbye.

I left the bathroom and ran into Daniel, who was probably just waiting outside the ladies room so that he could talk to me privately.

“(Y/N), come on. Give me one more chance. I miss you. Please. I know you missed me,” Daniel leaned in to kiss me and held my body close to make sure I couldn’t escape.

“Daniel, stop!” I said, fighting him. He backed away and apologized.

That was it. I was tired of everyone saying “sorry” to me. I pulled myself together. “Daniel, I’m going to forget what just happened and walk back in there to talk to my friends. Don’t follow me!”

He agreed and stood against the wall as i walked away. I was too tired to deal with his. I found claire and told her that I wasn’t feeling well and that I would see her back at the hotel.

When I got to the room I fell onto the bed and fell right to sleep.

The next morning was the big day. Everyone met in Sarah’s room for hair and makeup. We took pictures, had some champagne, and got dressed.

Before we knew it, we arrived at the venue and got ready for the big moment. We walked into the ladies room and waiting for the ceremony to begin. As I walked down the aisle and saw Daniel sitting on the edge with a smile planted on his face.

After the ceremony, Daniel caught me walking alone outside. We were completely alone.

“Hey beautiful!”

I turned around and walked into the other direction, “Daniel, leave me alone!”

“Oh come on! I know you want me,” Daniel grabbed my waist, turned me around, and pulled me towards him.

“You know nothing about me and what I want!” I said, trying to escape his grip.

“Well, why don’t we take this somewhere private and then I could get to know you again just like old times,” Daniel smirked as he leaned into kiss me.

“Daniel, stop!” I said. He continued to force himself onto me. “I’m serious! Stop!” I began to shout.

No one was around to witness this. Until I heard some from a distance shout, “She said ‘Stop’!”

Before I could process what was happening, I saw a fist fly passed my face and making contact with Daniel’s. Daniel fell to the ground and put his hand up to his face to reveal that his nose was bleeding.

I turned around to see an angry Sebastian. He was holding his hand close to his chest in pain after punch Daniel.

“Sebastian! What the hell are you doing here?”

“Besides saving you? I needed to see you! I called Claire and she told me where you would be! (Y/N), I am so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. I just wanted Chris to get off of my back. I could never just ‘end things’ with you! Fuck,” Sebastian explained, still in pain. I turned around to see that Daniel was still on the ground holding his nose.

I ignored Daniel and turned back to Sebastian, “Sebastian, I don’t know what to say. You really hurt me, but-”

Sebastian shook off this pain in his hand and held mine interrupted my train of thought. “I know I did, but I didn’t know how else to deal with Chris. He doesn’t understand how much I love you! Ever since I met you in that taxi-”

“You love me?” I interrupted.

Sebastian sighed, “uhh, yeah. Yeah I do. I love you, (Y/N)!”

I squeezed his hands tightly with excitement before he yanked his hand away from mine in pain. “I am so sorry! I forgot-“

“It’s ok! I deserved that I guess,” Sebastian laughed, ignoring the pain he cupped my face and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, making sure he couldn’t slip away.

“Excuse me! I’m going to kill you,” Daniel jumped up and tackled Sebastian to the ground suddenly.

I jumped back, “Daniel! STOP!” I screamed as loud as I could. That’s when I saw people coming towards us. Sarah’s husband and his friends managed to pull Daniel off of Sebastian who was now bleeding from his nose and a little above his eyebrow.

Daniel was taken away as I pulled Sebastian up and helped him inside. I sat him down in a chair and grabbed a napkin and put ice in it so he could put it over his eye.

“Thank you,” Sebastian said, holding the homemade ice pack to his face.

“I’m so sorry this happened!” I apologized.

“It’s ok!” He reassured me.

After a while of talking and helping Sebastian, Claire found us. She gave Sebastian more ice and a wet napkin to clean up the blood.

Once Sebastian was cleaned up and felt better, I lead him into the dining room. Before we walked in I stopped, “Oh I forgot. No one can see us together.”

Sebastian licked his lips and smiled, “I think it’s too late for that.” He pointed to his face.

“Oh right. Sebastian, I’m so sorry. Not only did you get beat up but also now people know about us!” I felt horrible.

“Hold on, I didn’t get ‘beat up’ alright! And it was worth it. I got you now,” Sebastian winked, leaning in the kiss me softly.

Sebastian walked into the room confidently and lead me to the dance floor. He spun me around and pulled me into his chest as we started to dance. Everyone was staring and a few people were taking photos. At first, I felt a little panicked that people were taking photos of us, but then I just looked into his eyes and felt at peace.

“I love you too,” I said before planting a kiss on his lips.

Sebastian smiled and then spun me around then pulled me back in again, “I love you three.”

AN: I don’t know if I should continue this story or not! Leave me a comment below if I should or shouldn’t!

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[thedarkwoodinstitute]

~ Taken ~ 

+ Name: Leo Alexander Rosewall + Age: Appears to be seventeen, in reality Leo is thirty five + Year(Grade): Eleventh Year - Junior + Secret: Leo has many secrets he wants to keep hidden but it all began with the death of his parents. His father was an abusive drunk and his mother an all too forgiving wife. They lived in a small rural town in Alabama, USA where they resided on a farm and raised cattle. Leo was born there, as was his younger sister Hazel. One night his father, convinced that the devil was attempting to harm his family- decided he had to kill them in order to save them from a greater evil. Leo's mother managed to distract him long enough to hide the children in the closet underneath the staircase. He shot her and then himself. Leo and his sister were thrown into foster care after that. When Leo was ten and his sister five, they were taken under the care of a Mateo Rosewall, known to them as Mister Rosewall. He cared for the children as his own, a strange and mysterious man with odd habits but one who loved them in a way they had never been loved before by a paternal figure. He revealed to the two children that he was a vampire one evening, a creature of great power. Mateo Rosewall introduced them to his own following of the supernatural, a cult called the Order of the Crimson Sun. The Order was an extreme group of vampires who believed themselves to be a superior race, determined to rid the world of 'lesser' creatures. Leo was initiated into the cult via a large ceremony when he was seventeen. The night of his "Upcoming" he met them. Samantha Theodora Prior and Zachariah Reeves. A couple that had been in the Order for almost centuries now. There was some connection between the three of them, a bond that formed almost immediately. Leo became a proud member of the cult, intended heir to Mateo, destined for greatness in the Order. But there was distrust there, there was guilt. The Order killed without mercy and without shame. It was beginning to get to him and Mateo was noticing, becoming harsher on his son. In a raid against a witch coven, a clan with the last name Colt, everything for Leo Rosewall would change. Leo had killed before, he could shut out whatever humanity he clung onto for a few short hours and forget the pain he was causing but something about that had changed when he met Jasper. Jasper was a young warlock in the coven, abused and neglected by his family. Maybe it was because Leo felt a similarity there between them - both had lived a life of hardship and abuse. He couldn't kill him. So he ran. He took Jasper and he ran, leaving everything behind. In the confusion of the raid and the realization that Leo had left, the massacre had not gone as planned. Sam was murdered, supposedly by a member of the Colt clan. The blame was put on Leo however. He was marked a traitor. Leo fled with Jasper to New York where the pair heard rumors of a mysterious school in France, a place so damned that not even the devil would want to be there. So that was where they went, the seemingly perfect hiding place. Leo tried to go back to the Order before they left the country, wanting to retrieve Zachariah and Hazel but Hazel stopped him before he could get to the Rosewall estate. Leo would be beheaded if he returned and Zachariah too had now seen him as a lowly traitor. Hazel, too committed to the Order, did not come with him. So now Leo is here at the institute, in hiding from the past. + Roommates: Jasper Colt, Elliot Craft, and Blake Erebides + Family: Mary Genevieve Litton (Mother;Deceased). Josiah Matthew Litton (Father;Deceased). Hazel Mary Rosewall (Younger Sister; Alive). Mateo Henry Rosewall (Adopted Father;Alive). + Relationship/Crush: Samantha Theodora Prior (Ex-Girlfriend;Deceased). Zachariah Reeves (Ex-Boyfriend;Alive). Jasper Colt (Best Friend). + Sexual Orientation: Pansexual + Sports, Clubs, and Activities: Water Polo (Captain). Jazz Band (Pianist) + Biography: Leo was born Leo Alexander Litton, the first son of Mary and Josiah Litton. He was his mother's pride and joy, her little lion as she used to fondly refer to him by. Her marriage to Josiah had always been rocky. They met in high school, he was the rugged and broken bad boy she couldn't help but to be attracted to. She had always been the type of person who liked to fix things, maybe she thought she'd be capable of fixing him too. Alas no such luck but he did apparently love her once. Or at least that was what she would say whenever asked. That Josiah had been the sweetest man on earth when they were young but things happened, times got rough and it wasn't his fault. It was never his fault. She loved him just the same as she had loved him when they first met even if he was harsh and cold and brutal. They lived on a small farm in the middle of nowhere, built by Leo's grandfather back in the day. His entire young life had been spent running through corn fields or darting between the legs of cattle as his father worked in the field and his mother sat watching on the front porch trying to avoid the heat of the Alabama sun. The days were busy and the nights were loud. That was when his father started drinking. His mother would run up to the children's rooms when she could and would wipe their tears and kiss their foreheads and reassure them that all was well, even with the bruises on her face. Leo grew up terrified of his father. When he was nine years old was when Josiah Litton murdered his wife and shortly after himself. Through the cracks of the door a young Leo could vaguely see the entire thing. His father hadn't been his usual angry self that night, no, he was scared. There was something else in his eyes that wasn't hate it was terror. As if he knew his children were hiding in that closet Josiah Litton looked in that direction and cried out sorry before he went. Leo never forgave him. The children were found the following morning in that closet beneath the stairs by a neighbor who was going into town and wanted to see if Josiah was interested in going with him. He took the children back with him to the police station where they were ultimately shipped off to a larger city to be placed in the foster care system, having no other relatives that could take the two siblings in. It was a rocky time. Leo was full of rage and resentment, mad at the world for putting him in this circumstance. It was constant fights in the schoolyard, never ending battles with everyone else. It was that anger that got Mateo Rosewall interested in the young Litton boy. He adopted them, cared for them. He was the kind and understanding father that Leo never had. Or so it seemed at first. Mateo showed them a world of riches and wonder and then eventually a world of supernatural beings and magic. It could have been awing, if the price for immortality and knowing of the magical world wasn't so high. At his Upcoming, a ceremony where he was indoctrinated into the Order of the Crimson Sun, part of Leo knew that he was condemning himself but he had finally had a family again- wasn't that worth the hell? And there he met Zachariah and Sam. The three of them were inseparable. Leo loved them endlessly, unconditionally. Zachariah led him into countless adventures of mischief and fun, always encouraging his wild ideas. And Sam was gentle and soft and kind, feeding dreams and being the rock that kept him tethered to the ground. Forever. That was how long Leo thought he had with them. They were his soulmates and even if he was forced to a life of murder and shame, at least he had them at his side. Yet the Order began murdering more and more, wiping out entire clans of other supernatural creatures in single nights. The guilt was beginning to fester, Leo was starting to question the authority and the wisdom of his adopted father. A dangerous move. Mateo retaliated, becoming harsher. He loved his son but he hated being challenged. Leo would learn to understand his ideas, through whatever means necessary. Then the night of the Colt Massacre happened. Leo fled to France with the warlock Jasper Colt, trying to run from an unforgiving past. Leo is certain since his arrival at the institute that he begun to grow mad, now seeing ghosts from the past. He keeps imagining phantoms of his father, his mother, of Sam. He's been trying to ignore them but he can't and they haunt him in the night. Leo may act like a carefree jock with an adoration for partying, but there is more to him than what meets the eye. + Personality: Leo acts careless, some would say even stupid. He loves being the center of attention and has absolutely no problem getting himself into trouble if it means scoring a laugh from the crowd. He is reckless and that typically shows in the way he never hesitates in doing whatever dumb whim that pops into his head. Leo is notably charming and charismatic, a bit flirtatious and he usually doesn't mean anything by it but there are the rare occasion in which that charm means something more than just a playful thing. Overall he is very relaxed and laid back, acting out the simple part of a popular teenager. + Face Claim: Daniel Bederov

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[ju1ian]

the Big courier post no one needed.

let me tell yall about my stupid mail men. 

Julianne Banks:

- Very good Karma

- Savior of the Damned 

- 21 years old

- Very little memory from before being shot in the head

-Nonbinary - uses they/them pronouns 

-NCR Courier - Sides with the NCR because they think the NCR is what is going to keep the most people safe. 

They’re very concerned with keeping the people of the Mojave and New Vegas safe and making sure everyone is getting along. They hate the Legion with a passion, and personally killed Caesar after returning from their trip to Zion. Also killed Vulpes Inculta in Nipton for his crimes against the town. Julianne is very close to Boone, and spends almost all of their time with him. Really deeply upset by what happened to Boone with his wife, and also about the guilt he feels over Bitter Springs. They do their best to help him out with his emotions as often as he will let them even though it isn’t very often. Julianne also has a special relationship with The King in Freeside since they worked so closely with the Followers of the Apocalypse to improve the conditions there, and also helped him come to an agreement with the NCR in Freeside. They mourned Pacer with him after his unfortunate death. Julianne slept with Benny at the Tops, but ultimately killed him at The Fort because they couldn’t figure out how to get him out of there safely, made sure he knew he was forgiven first. (that was actually my own dumb ass fault) 

Julius Septimus 

- Evil Karma

- Bringer of Sorrow

- 20 years old

- Absolutely no memory from before being shot and doesn’t care. 

- Male

- Caesars Legion - sides with the Legion solely on account of Vulpes Inculta. Also really enjoys the violence of the Legion. 

Julius is fully only interested in tracking down Benny and murdering him until he encounters Vulpes in Nipton. Upon meeting him he became obsessed with him, specifically the sound of his voice and his smooth pale thighs. After tracking Benny to the Tops and killing him in the suite after speaking with him about the chip he killed House and headed to The Fort to meet Caesar. He actually really likes Caesar and thinks hes a good leader. Oddly enough, he spent a lot of time with Joshua Graham in Zion and the two of them got along really well. Unfortunately he didn’t really learn from him and took it upon himself to claim Hoover Dam and succeed where Joshua had failed. He doesn’t understand why Joshua would be disappointed in him, he doesn’t understand a lot of things. Julius used Arcade as a companion for majority of his time in the Mojave but ended up killing him when Arcade tried to leave his company. In a panic, he shot him in the back to prevent him from leaving him. Without Arcade, he only has Vulpes in his life as a friend, their relationship is strained on its best days. 

Sixxer

- Neutral Karma bordering on Good Karma.

- Vegas Myth

- 22 years old

- Pretty good memory from before being shot

- Male

- Independent - Sides with Yes Man because he promised Benny he would make Vegas a place he’d have been proud of before letting him go at The Fort. Also believes it’s the best opportunity for everyone involved. 

Sixxer is a very wholesome and pure boy. He wants the mojave to get along but he understands why people fight. He pursued Benny in hopes of getting answers from him and to better understand why he’d attacked him, without any sort of plans for revenge against him. He just wanted to understand. Sixxer has a low intelligence of 4, but a high Charisma of 10. After sleeping with Benny, and then speaking him to him, he forgave him for shooting him, and actually offered to work with him to take over Vegas, unfortunately Benny then fled the Tops and set up an ambush against him, which he survived. After tracking Benny to The Fort he had plans to give the Legion a fair shot, but was forced to kill everyone there when they wouldn’t let him let Benny go. He really likes Benny and doesn’t think he’s a bad person, he just does bad things for the wrong reasons. Sixxer is very forgiving, too forgiving for his own good really and it shows. He is very easy to take advantage of and that’s a real problem for him. He doesn’t like the NCR because he thinks they are too greedy. They want everything to belong to them and that doesn’t sit right for him. He tries to be Boones friend anyway. He has a crush on Pacer is Freeside but he can tell he doesn’t like him back but that doesn’t really bother him too mush. Sixxer likes to help out and is working with The Followers to make Freeside a better place. He’s currently in Zion trying to help Joshua and Daniel with the Whitelegs. Daniel really likes him, and he likes Daniel too. 

Baby 

- Neutral Karma

- Observer 

- 20 years old 

- no memory from before being shot, really bothered by it. 

- Female 

- House Courier - Sides with House because she respects him as her Boss, and believes there is nothing wrong with how he is running Vegas and that Vegas belongs to him. She also likes him. 

Baby is very thankful to Victor for saving her life, and she has a great deal of respect for Mr.House. She believes Benny was a fool for trying to overthrow Vegas, but she still chose to let him go at The Fort out of the kindness of her heart, and because she didn’t feel like he really deserved to die just for being stupid. She likes Cass a lot, and spends a lot of time with her. She really does whatever Mr.House needs her to do, and determined to get whatever jobs she starts done. (i havent played with Baby enough to really get a good feel for her so this will be added onto when i flesh her out some more) 

#the big courier post !!! #its all here folks ! #the worst couriers in the mojave ! #courier: julianne #courier: Julius #courier: sixxer #courier: Baby #oc info