#and never explain to her WHY he was so against her being with Otis and left her free to assume the worse

[slashingdisneypasta]

You want old men thoughts?? Hmm.... Right now I can't think of much, but I'll give you the little things I got XD

- Imagine in the Norman and Inkubus imagine you made, it's actually Norman that gets you first. You two have an established relationship before Inkubus came along, and started trying to seduce you. You insist to Norman that this new guy is 'just a friend', but even blind he can see that this guy has no good intentions towards his little wife.

- Imagine that you were the one victim of the Fireflies that managed to escape, and now Otis is obsessed with 'finishing what he started' with you. At first, it was with the intention to kill, but he just can't stop thinking about you lately (I'm not sure how in character this is, but I hope you still enjoy it XD)

- Ok this isn't sexual, but imagine you and Jim share a bed together, and in the middle of the night, you at first feel your husband shaking. You look over your shoulder to see his still sleeping face, and it looks scared. Pained. And you hear him muttering... You know what he's dreaming about. It's the same dream he's had ever since that God forsaken poaching trip he went on that almost killed him.

It's not much, but I hope you enjoy these imagines! ^^

OLD MEN-

Norman Nordstrom x Reader x Inkubus-

I loveee this prompt XDD Its like:

Y/N: *Introducing their husband and their nice new friend 'Klaus'* And like I said Norm, we're just goin' to the shops for a bit. Norman, getting bad vibes off of this... 'Klaus': I don't want you goin anywhere with him. Y/N: ... :D *w h a t... * Y/N: *Eyeroll* Don't worry Norm!, I love you, Klaus is just a friend ^^ Inkubus, who has been quiet up until that moment.: ... excuse me I'm what-

OR

Y/N, explaining to Norman who's at the door (You're lovely new friend obviously XD ) and that you two are just going out shopping: Don't worry Norm!, I love you, Klaus is just a friend ^^ He doesn't have any weird intentions, don't be possessive. Norman: Hmm... I gues- Inkubus: *'Absentmindedly' tapping his foot on the porch outside- you cant hear it but Norman with his exceptional senses sure can. And why is it significant?... its Morse code for 'OH YES. I DO.' *

Otis B Driftwood x Reader-

Its totally in character!! I can absolutely see Otis being pissed and obsessing until, like, Baby mentions that she swears he has a crush~~ And he obviously curses at her and the fight because no way in hell does he have a fucken crush, but then when Baby skips off- he has an epiphany~ Like hm... (: Maybe I do have a thing on the slippery little fuck-cunt... Oh, heh heh, even better.

CUZ HE KNOWS, he KNOWS, being in a relationship with him is the worse sentence he could have ever dreamt up even on the purest of LSD.

Warnings; Capture, restraints, (Light) non-con touching/sexual assault and heavy allusions to rape. Just because I wrote this under your ask, does not mean you have to read it if you are uncomfortable. Technically all this can be sub-categorised under Otis' name, but I want to be clear XD My head goes to a darkkk place when I write Otis, okay? I'm sorry-

The old fucker's huge hand was tight over your mouth and nose as he leant in and grinned with dirty teeth at you. "... congrats, for what its worth. Its never taken me this long to find someone. Heheh, you're a good runner, gingerbread. Too bad you're not so good at hiding."

In responce you struggle once again against the restraints keeping you down on your knees; bare skin digging into the gravel parking lot beneath you. The tag ties around your wrists keep your arms stuck painfully behind your back as well as your ankles rubbing raw against each other.

"... lemme explain to you why you don't wanna fight me, alright?... " His hand squeezes you jaw, and you just wonder why he seems in such good spirits. The last time you saw him you were in the bed of a truck racing away from his crazy ass Texas chainsaw-style and he looked about ready to rip your throat out with his gross teeth. What changed? Why is he smiling, now? "... you see, uh... oh shit, I'm a little nervous!" there is not a single sign of nervousness in his eyes; Just a cruel amusement. "Okay, here we go- I like you." Immediately you try to struggle again but his other hand clamps around your arm and holds you still- and close. "Yeah. And well I usually don't take so well to, um... you know, little fucken bitches like you gettin' away... ehhhhh, I'm mellowing out in my old age, I guess. So! Here's the deal,

"I'll play nice. You know, I wont uh... hurt you, I guess. I promise, okay? Scouts honour, or whatever. But you... you gotta play nice too, k? You gotta... " Otis eyes flicker, moving purposefully from where they had been steadfast to yours for the past few minutes... down your body. The hand on your arm moves and ever so gently his knuckles graze against your chest. You jaw would drop if it wasn't restrained. You would shiver. You would hit him. With another creepy chuckle, Otis gives a grimy smirk to you. "You gotta be realll nice, to old Otis. Yeah?

"That's the only way yer gettin' outta this alive, sweet thing. Take it or leave it; its up to you. See? I'm nice!"

Jim Bickerman x Reader-

That's okay, it doesn't need to be sexual! We also love old men XD

We have had the comedy, we have had the horror... now we get the angst and the fluff XD Here we go-

You're slowly roused from sleep by the cold, Jim assumedly hogging the blanket (Though that's not a thing he does, he usually doesn't even care about the blanket) so you sit up turn your head to look down at him; And immediately you wince.

"Oh, no... "

With his good hand clamped over his own mouth and his skin looking pale, its obvious exactly what he's dreaming about. His eyebrows are furrowed in his sleep and the lines in his forehead and the bridge of his nose are deep, his breathing is haggard and you know it has to be a nightmare.

This has happened before, ever since that trip back to Blackwater you wish he hadn't taken, and every time seems even worse then the one before. And they change him; The bags under his eyes haven't ever been deeper then they are these days; at least not as long as you've known him.

The worst part is knowing you cant wake him up, you can just be useless there beside him wondering what he's seeing. What part of him the teeth are ripping apart this time. Whether he's getting out alive, this time.

Taking a deep breath yourself, you carefully peel his fingers off his mouth so he can breath properly, holding it tight in your own hand instead. And then you just sit there, in the dark (The only light in the room being what the moon creates, coming in through the window Jim broke a couple days ago.), squeezing his hand and hoping he'll wake up soon. That he'll wake up.

When finally he lurches up beside you, breathing heavily as he wakes up and crushing your fingers so hard his knuckles go white and so do yours, you just let him calm down on his own. Just hold his hand and try to give him space while not giving him space at all; wanting him to have room, but not wanting him to feel alone. You're right here and you're not going anywhere. You feel absolutely useless, but... you're not going anywhere.

A few heavy moments pass where he just breaths, and you just watch him with worry-filled eyes, until the pulse you can feel in his wrist returns to close-to-normal, and you give his hand one final, hard squeeze before letting it go. Instead you silently enfold enfold him in your arms, him immediately dissolving into you; wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your shoulder, slowly taking some more relaxed breaths.

"Heh... not a fan of those nightmares peanut but I gotta say I like the service I get afterwards."

"... are you okay?... "

"I'm fine." He always says he's fine, but fine would mean no more nightmares. Jim says that he's fine when he has shrapnel in his knuckles, Jim said he was fine the other day after he fell off the roof- you do not trust his fine, at all. Crazy bastard that he is; His 'fine' is completely without basis in reality.

"... you're fine?" You ask, an obviously-dubious look on your face as you lean back and tilt your head at him.

Jim smirks, something you can just see in the dim-lit room. "With my flask and possibly a little under-the-covers action sweetheart I could be better then fine." The smirk transforms into a whole grin and you cant help but roll your eyes; Grinning yourself a little, despite yourself.

He's nuts, but you kinda love him for it. "How about water, and some ice cream?"

Eyes hardening, Jim gives you a 'you cant fix my liver' kind of look. You're very familiar with it; It makes you want to laugh. "How about homebrew and ice cream?- and, also, where the hell are we gettin' this ice cream from missy?? I didn't think we had any more. Either you're makin' empty promises to an old cripple with ptsd or you've been holdin' out on me."

-oh damn. Quickly you let go of him and hop outta bed. "... uh... well no we dont have ice cream... not that you know of, anyway." Avoiding eye contact, you busy yourself collecting the half-empty cups of water off of both of your night stands. "So you- uh- wanted moonshine?? Great, sounds fantastic, lets go- "

He's not to be deterred, an amused glint in his eye as he watches you. "Where are you keeping this ice cream, dumpling? I know theirs none in our freezer."

"Uhhhm... "

"Hmm?"

"... fine I have a secret mini freezer in the back. You kept stealing my Ben & Jerries, I had no other choice! Now, do you want some or not? Because if not, I'll just go eat it myself!" With that, you grab a discarded flannel off the floor for the chill and rush out of the bedroom- but its not long before you hear the sound of his prosthetic leg hit the ground.

... Its not long later after that when Jim has you backed up against the cold brick wall just outside the back door; Leant in close and with one hand and one hook on your waist. As well as a devils look in his eye that makes you grin under its scrutiny.

"I believe we made a vow, sweetheart, somethin' like what's mine is yours??... "

#I LOVE ALL THESE PROMPTS/IMAGINES THANK YOU SO MUCH! #these were so fun too XD #i hope you like them!! ^^ #Norman Nordstrom x Reader x Inkubus #Inkubus x Reader x Norman Nordstrom #Norman Nordstrom x Reader #Inkubus x Reader #Otis B Driftwood x Reader #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Drabble #Excerpt #Incorrct Quote #IQs #Incorrect Quotes

[grendelsmilf]

i would love any and all thoughts you’d like to share on your experience with nope

okay so.

personally, I found us to be absolutely terrifying. I cannot describe the acute fear I felt while and after watching us because I have never experienced such fear in my life, before or after. something about doppelgängers unlocked the deepest possible terror within me. the thought that some eyebrowless bitch is out there waiting w scissors is the scariest thing imaginable to me, and I can’t even fully explain why. in comparison, nope did not horrify me at all. yes there were tense and upsetting scenes, but they didn’t feel personal. it was all spectacle.

getting that out of the way, I am still in the process of truly Unpacking this gigantic fucking onion, peeling back layer after layer after layer. this post has been in my drafts for nearly a week now, because there’s just so much to say about this movie and I keep adding bullet points. also uh. spoiler warning, obviously.

to get the obvious out of the way: the Monster is a camera. chekhov’s gun (the well) is also a camera. the monster’s all-consuming mouth is also its all-seeing eye. the camera is a hole you put your money (the same coins that killed otis sr) and your suffering into. and the media has no regard for the blood and sweat and tears that go into capturing that perfect shot. but, through OJ and emerald, we also see that the Gaze is not inherently evil. being Seen is just as important as refusing to be consumed by the viewers.

in the climax of the movie, OJ and emerald are both asserting their haywood legacy: OJ, of course, as the black man on the horse, and emerald as the one capturing this revolutionary footage. even the way she takes multiple shots that can be put together to create a looping clip is reminiscent of the method used to create the first motion picture. while initially emerald is set up to be the performer and OJ the behind the scenes guy, it’s important that OJ is the one on the horse, because he Knows Horses, and emerald, who is far closer to being part of Hollywood as a culture, is the one using her camera for the right reason.

jean jacket consumed the horses jupe bought for it, exploiting OJ’s life’s work to try to appease the camera/viewers/consumptive gaze/whiteness/etc. each horse gets a name, the way alistair haywood did not. jupe wants to erase the legacy of these Black horse trainers, just as he wants to erase his own trauma for the consumption of the white gaze, but the haywoods refuse to deny their roots, refuse to sacrifice any more horses, refuse to let themselves be exploited without a say in the matter. jupe gets consumed by the camera shutter monster, but OJ stares it right in the eye after half a year of keeping his head down and going about his business, and it works because he is asserting himself against this wild beast, establishing his agency instead of trying to form a bond with a creature that cannot be tamed.

his cowboy hat is as white as he wants to be. he's a phony: not a Real Cowboy (most of whom actually poc irl regardless of what the western genre would tell you), not a Real White Man, not really Chosen. the bottom of his hat resembles jean jacket too, that white underbelly and the shadow of a hole. he sees gordy in "the viewers" and he thinks they are the same, that they have a connection. he thought he had a connection with gordy, too: the exploited chimp and the exploited asian kid (being the only minority as well as a child actor?? forget it) seeing each other, reaching out. but they're on a stage, there's a cloth obscuring their gaze. they don't really see each other, because jupe refuses to see anything. that’s how he’s survived this long in the industry, after all.

also, the fact that jupe’s “aliens” have chimp bodies and camera heads is just such a fucking DETAIL. fuck, bro !!!!!!

ok so the balloons right. they're what scare the chimp (btw, gordy: scaredy cat + gory?) when they pop under the studio lights – contained in a box (or a cage), rising to new heights and then bursting under pressure, just like him. antlets says that you don't wanna climb that mountain. that it's a dream you never wake up from. it's why he sacrifices himself, on a literal mountain, for the one perfect shot, in the first place. he wants to go out on his terms, not anyone else's. the jupe balloon rises into the atmosphere, meeting jean jacket – the camera. one eye open, one eye closed, straddling the line between exploiter and exploited, predator and prey. (otis sr also had one eye open one eye closed when he died.) jean jacket sees the balloon as a threat, so he consumes it. but the pressure gets to be too much. and it bursts.

the upright shoe. is it a bad miracle? yet another coincidence that only bodes ill? jupe believes he was chosen. or is the shoe jupes memory playing tricks on him, having stared at that shoe in the display box for so long that it’s now all he can see in his mind? trauma blurs the past and present, after all.

I think there’s also an argument to be made that jean jacket is a Colonizer. quite literally an invasive species, taking up undue space in this habitat. jupe is so desperate to appease it, whereas whereas em and oj reclaim their land and their family legacy by defeating it. the difference between gordy and jean jacket is that gordy was exploited, whereas jean jacket is operating on its own terms, sucking in anything that directly acknowledges its presence. where did jean jacket come from? we don’t know, and we never will. what we do know is that it shouldn’t fucking be here!!!

I’ve seen ppl divided over this one thing so I’ll insert my 2 cents now: at first i interpreted antlers’s shot as an act of irrational selfishness, putting all of them in danger due to his own white man ego, but the more i think about it, the more generous i am inclined to be towards his decision. risky, yes, but greedy? i think it was actually a grand sacrifice, proving that he’d risk anything for his art and its legacy. he knew that jean jacket would consume him, but the camera he used would be spit back up, allowing for the chance for the photo to remain intact. ideally, his perfect, impossible shot would outlast his physical body, and he would not be a real artist if he did not give everything he had to make that happen. he had to at least try.

humans cannot conceive of any creature being higher in the food chain. we exploit animals, and we exploit each other. anyone considered “less than fully human” in any way is fair game. that’s what makes OJ’s bond with his horses in particular so beautiful, so important. it’s the direct counter to the way gordy was treated, to the way animals and people of color alike are shown to be reduced and disrespected for the sake of spectacle. and it’s why OJ, against all odds, survives.

there’s so much more I could say. I haven’t even mentioned angel! but on my first watch, these are my initial impressions. pls feel free to ask me more questions about this movie though, bc there is SO much to unpack and I cannot stop digging thru the suitcase!!!

now for some absolutely meaningless thoughts:

when keith david appeared i was like "oh shit!!! i didnt know he was in this!!!" and then he immediately died and i was like "ok well that makes sense." still, loved the cameo :)

i appreciate the elusive gay sister (cow)boy brother pairing for a change. the only other example i can think of is ayesha and hassan from we are lady parts. we need more!!

jupe is such an insane nickname to me bc it literally means “skirt” in french. yeah I just needed to say that

keke palmer was so hot in this I loved all her dykey fits her energy her akira slide ugh. mwah mwah bellissimo

fucking CW

in “conclusion” —

what are the implications of the gaze?

how do we commodify trauma?

what is the price of spectacle?

#nope #nope spoilers #ask #anon #media analysis #100

[grayintogreen]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I'm gonna be alternating Wednesdays with Roseverse and LitMoR, so since last week was a Roseverse preview, here's a preview of the next chapter of YCDHN! Featuring the origins of a joke I have been dying to make for SO LONG.

-

Plans never survived first contact with the enemy, and that was equally true of victories. People who spent too long celebrating a win rarely lived to see a second one.

The Mighty Nein (ten plus an additional four) gathered in the dining hall of Kindunos Keep, where months ago nearly all of them had murdered an entire tribe worth of people who thought they were stronger than they were. Reminders of small victories were necessary as they prepared to face the biggest one yet- the one for all the marbles.

Lucien was the one who stood up to take point and leadership. This nightmare had been started at the time of his birth- for the purpose of this leg of the journey, they were all going to look to him now and no one complained about it. Not even Molly looked at him skeptically.

A far cry from where they began, but the world was moving on. “They work fast when they want to,” he explained, looking to Beau, hunched over her hand like if she dug her nails into the eye on the back of it, she would tear it from her flesh. “It starts with dreams and then one by one, they’ll start bringin’ you more gifts.” He looked to Tyffial, Otis, and Zoran with their amulets, to Molly with his- eyes downcast and on the table, the reality of being a thrall still too close to the surface for him. “And once you’ve got nine eyes, you’re theirs. There won’t be anything we can do ‘til they’re dead.”

They didn’t have time to get another amulet made. Those things didn’t come cheap and Waccoh had used up every bit of good will and resources she had to make the ones for the other Tombtakers. There was no scenario where they could buy time for a second and wait this out. If they didn’t leave tomorrow, there was going to be Hell to pay for Beau and for all of them.

“The Somnovem are still being fueled by the Chained Oblivion,” he went on. “And all of them are right pissed at us for bein’ a thorn in their drawers.” He folded his arms behind his back. “Always nice when the apocalypse has a personal touch, hm?”

A small, restrained laugh. It had been a long time since Lucien had to give a speech like this. Nice to know that he could still maneuver around the appropriate beats to keep the mood from souring into hopelessness. Yes, things were dire, but they were going to meet it head-on. Violently.

He went on, pacing. “I know it looks like we have plenty of numbers on our side, but it’s not just nine ancient, batty-as-shit wizards and the god they’re siphoning power off of. It’s the thousands upon thousands of people trapped in Cognouza as well.”

“You lot handle the Somnovem,” Tyffial shrugged. “The Tombtakers will handle whatever else there is.” She smiled at Essek with too many teeth. “That includes you.”

“Why I have no qualms about aiding you in the fight, I think calling me a Tombtaker is… inaccurate, to say the least,” Essek drawled.

Otis leaned over to stage whisper at him. “Nah, we already voted. Can’t back out now. You’re with us forever. Heh.”

While Essek had a crisis over that, Lucien flashed Tyffial a tight smile that she returned, the pair exchanging a heated series of silent messages with only the sharpness of their eyes. ”I don’t recall giving you control over the Tombtakers.” ”Oh really? Shouldn’t have fucked off and gotten yourself domesticated then.”

“That will not be enough to stand against an entire city,” Caleb spoke up. “We are going to need more allies.”

☽

“Hey, Yussa! It’s Jester. We’re just wondering if you’d come with us to Aeor? We’re gonna fight an evil city in the Astral Sea.” A beat. “Please?”

”Aeor is hostile to wizards and I regret that I would prefer not to accompany you there. I could perhaps do some investigating, however.”

“Okay, so I told everyone that and they all freaked out and Beau says you should really, really not do that, like, at all.”

”Ah. Well. I will speak to some of my acquaintance and see about gathering any useful tools you might need, then.”

☽

Beau crossed a line through Yussa’s name in her journal to join several other names that were considered dud leads. Couldn’t get the group in Vasselheim because somebody needed to be on stand-by if they failed; couldn’t recruit anyone from the Cobalt Soul because they were neck-deep in Assembly troubles…

Jester slapped her hands on the table. “What about Shakaste? We could have four clerics.”

☽

“Shakaste, this is Cree of the Mighty Nein. We could use your help with a problem in Aeor, if you would be amenable.”

“Hey, baby, I would love to, but I’m a bit tied up in business out in the Swavain Islands right now. You understand?”

☽

“I hate that guy, anyway,” Zoran muttered, watching Beau strike Shakaste’s name from the ledger.

“What about Cali and Reani?” Yasha offered.

☽

Seconds after receiving Jester’s Sending, a tree in the backyard of Kindunos Keep spat out an overly excitable aasimar druid and her nervous sorceress girlfriend, who looked as if she still couldn’t quite get a handle on tree travel. “Oh my gosh, this used to be the Jagentoth’s place, Cali! I can’t believe I wasn’t there to see them get wrecked.”

Caduceus, who had been waiting for them, grinned as he gestured to the bushes that had sprung up where the Jagentoths had been buried. “You didn’t miss the tea at least.”

The two girls tackled him for a hug.

☽

“This might be a long shot, but what about Keg? Think the Gentleman would give her up, Jes’?”

☽

In a fight club in Nicodranas, Beau stood next to Yasha, waiting patiently for Keg to finish the brawl that had interrupted their conversation. She stepped out of the ring, victorious, her opponent flat on his back and groaning.

“Yeah, what the hell?” She grinned. “I miss knockin’ heads with you assholes.”

☽

“Ooh. What about the crew of the Nein Heroez, Fjord?”

“I… don’t know if they’re going to jump at getting involved in this sort of danger willingly, Jester.”

Veth piped up, tapping her chin. “Twiggy might.”

☽

On the deck of the Nein Heroez, Caleb and Veth laid out the plan to a wide-eyed Twiggy.

“I’m in!” She said, without even pausing to think about it.

☽

“How many is that?”

“Eighteen. Anyone else?”

Eighteen seemed like so many to drag through the tundra, even with it being Molly’s favored terrain and therefore impossible for them to get lost. It seemed like too few to face the horrors of Cognouza and what was waiting for them there.

It also just didn’t feel like the right number, in general.

“I have an idea,” Cree spoke up during a lull between names being offered and dismissed in the same breaths.

#i have not been able to refer to the Aeor Strike Team as the mighty nein(teen) yet #and now i fucking can #wip wednesday #cr fanfic #you can't deny high noon

[beavesaintmarie]

me @ the Sanditon tag right now: 

#im only now getting caught up on the Gigi drama and like........................lol can y'all please unclench???? #it's WILD to me how folk are willing to afford Stringer so much empathy and understand and humanity when all he's done is like have a crush #on a girl he's had a handful of conversations with..............and he's been exalted to saint status for THE BARE MINIMUM #but everyone is ready to rip Gigi to shreds for having a bad reaction to the idea of her best friend and her pseudo-adoptive dad/big brother #maybe getting together........................ #also..............let's be really real right now..........Sidney hasn't totally mended his relationship with Gigi in the same way he has #with Char. while yes we know he cares about her wellbeing. we gotta look at this from Gigi's POV #he's essentially a man with whom she has no real connection to other than her WHITE SLAVE OWNING FATHER making him her guardian #a man who up until VERY RECENTLY thought that the best way to be a good guardian is to like keep her on house arrest #and never explain to her WHY he was so against her being with Otis and left her free to assume the worse #worst* which is the same thing Char did until she saw with her own eyes that she was wrong about him #so like THERE'S SO MUCH TO UNPACK WITH GIGI AND HER DYNAMIC WITH SIDNEY #and i don't doubt for a second that those two will come to an understanding and start from the beginning with a fresh slate #but man y'all are VICIOUS when it comes to ripping apart a young black woman who was taken from her home. lost her family. is nursing #a broken heart and is also stuck in a place where she is gawked at and feels that she is only valued because of her money............ #like i love Parkwood as much as you guys. LOL MAYBE EVEN MORE SINCE I LOVED SIDNEY AT HIS MOST DOUCHENOZZLE SELF #cause i knew still waters ran deep and he'd end up learning to EARN these relationships in his life #can y'all like..............get off Gigi's aerola and give her some space to like grow and mature too???????? #ANYWAYS THOSE ARE MY THOTS ON THE BULLSHIT #lol all fandoms are like cesspools honestly #sanditon itv #crazy ramblings of a troubled mind...

[multifandomwritings]

Going to a haunted house with the slashers would include:

Another unprompted post! This is silly but I'm already in the mood for Halloween lol :) I didn't include the Repo characters this time btw >_>

Thomas:

- Pretty unfazed by it, though he doesn't particularly enjoy anyone popping out in front of him (insert him glaring at the actors until they walk off in defeat)

- Concerned that you'll be scared though 🥺 Has his eye on you the whole time because he's afraid you'll get startled. If you're visibly enjoying yourself he'll just :') because you're so cute and interesting

- His heart will explode if you get scared and hold his hand or something like that. Reads a lot into it and is happy you feel protected by him and such. Can't stop smiling to himself, very pure

Brahms:

- Good luck trying to get Brahms to leave the house at all, let alone for something so ~unnecessary~ :/

- In the unlikely event that he would go, he'll be complaining about how ridiculous it is the whole time, if only to attempt to seem like he isn't secretly trying not to jump at everything happening (Literally squeezing your hand the whole time. It keeps getting worse. RIP your hand)

- If you get scared and cling to him? This will change things. He is now proud of himself. All the stuff he was just freaked out by suddenly isn't scary! (Ok, it is, but he can handle it better if he feels like he's protecting you)

Michael:

Haunted house employee: *jumps out and tries to scare you*

Michael:

Haunted house employee: :/

- He doesn't hate it, he just...Doesn't have any reactions at all

- Admittedly he probably loves Halloween-themed things. Finds it amusing, but of course, you'll never be able to tell. If you get freaked out easily he won't be the most comforting because he kinda thinks it's funny lol

Jason:

- He isn't startled by anything really, but you gotta explain in advance because if someone tries to scare you or looks threatening he'll be...Protective 💀

- Mostly he's just fascinated that you enjoy that sort of thing? Probably really attentive to everything and all your reactions because he's intrigued lol

- No opinion really, it's not his thing but if you like it he's okay with pretty much anything

Bubba:

- Scared x_x Startled at each loud noise, music and jump scare. Clings to you all the while, confused as to why you even wanted to come

- If you're visibly enjoying it, he'll ease up a bit, trying to enjoy himself and see the appeal for your sake. If it's visually appealing/creative/pretty he'll actually end up liking it? If it's just pop-outs and stuff though then probably not :/

- Instant blushing if you hold his hand or grab him when you get scared. Better yet, just hold his hand throughout the whole thing :^)

Chop Top:

- Gets genuinely startled and scared believe it or not, though he enjoys it and laughs each time. Probably won't stop commentating the whole time though

- Ooo look at that! *gremlin laughter* (he says, while pointing at some random gruesome thing that leaves you like :O but what did you expect)

- If you like that sort of thing, it will give him ~ideas~. He'll decorate everything all spooky and such and will attempt to scare you throughout the season (and just in general really)

Nubbins:

- Like Chop Top will get startled easily but enjoys it. Insists on going through more than once, or at least finding another one to go through

- Probably won't notice if you get scared because he's too fascinated by everything so :o If you hold his hand or anything he'll blush so much though

- If he catches you getting startled he'll be both teasing and reassuring. You can get scared Y/N it's ok but it's all fake you know... (he says as if he hasn't gotten scared several times)

Beetlejuice:

- He will either be really underwhelmed because obvious reasons, or he'll just find the whole thing funny

- You like being scared? He can definitely do better than any haunted house 👀

- Chaotic times ensue! He'll try to get a reaction out of you going forward by scaring you when you least expect it. Of course coming from him there really isn't any limit as to what can happen so x_x

Candyman:

- Similarly to Jason, he's just kind of amused that you enjoy that sort of thing. Weirdo (lovingly) :')

- Very unlikely that he'll actually get startled but he's not going to complain if you cling to him if you're scared (but of course, if you like being scared, maybe he'll just leave you be and let you have fun)

- Doesn't pay much attention to anything going on, and just smiles lovingly at you the whole time

Bo:

- Pfft a haunted house? He'll humor you of course, but he'll tease you about it

- If you get scared and grab onto him he'll be so cocky though he'll seem playfully annoyed. Attempts to conceal his smile but fails :')

- Will never admit it, but he gets startled throughout. If you bring it up he'll never do it again though, so... x_x

Vincent:

- Not really his thing, though he'll enjoy seeing all the displays and such

- Vincent would be willing to do just about anything if you enjoyed it, though. He isn't easily startled at least, although he'll make you smile by jumping a time or two at pop-outs and brushing up against you as he draws back

- If you get startled he'll laugh to himself a bit, though you'll probably miss it. Smiles his way through after that

Lester:

- He wouldn't enjoy anything really extreme but would love the traditional ones! Actually really fun :')

- Easily startled and makes you laugh at his reactions each time. Very cute and will clutch his heart and laugh at himself, teasing you (lovingly) if you get startled too

- Will melt instantly if you grab onto him at any point though or hold his hand on your way through, giving it a squeeze and smiling over at you

Billy Lenz:

- Kind of chaotic as he'd be a bit overwhelmed. He'd be fascinated though and he does enjoy it. Laughs at some of the displays/actors lol

- If you get startled at any point and hold his hand/grab him he'll be like oH! And proceeds to do the same thing throughout the rest of it

- Will take any excuse to be clingy he can get. In all seriousness though I think he'd really enjoy any time spent with you at all, regardless of what you're up to. So no complaints from him in other words :^)

Asa Emory (The Collector):

- He'll be another one that's kind of difficult to convince. Thinks the whole thing is kind of silly, but he'll begrudgingly agree if you really want to

- Probably staring at everything with wide eyes. Especially you tbh. He's constantly fascinated by you and your interests/reactions to things

- He'd be kind of amused if you get scared at anything because like...You're with *him*. You've definitely seen some things but you jump at random, fake-looking pop outs with loud noises? Hmm

Otis Driftwood:

- Depends on his mood! He can be grumpy but if he likes you well enough and he's in an okay mood it can be fun. He likes anything ~spooky~ (to put it lightly) so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Similar to Asa if you get easily startled. Like, really Y/N? Pfft. (He obviously thinks you're cute though. No, he isn't going to hold your hand so you feel better. He says as he's holding your hand)

- Will make remarks about how his own creations look better though :/ (eyeballs you to see if you agree)

Charles Lee Ray:

- He'll complain about it up until the point that you get visibly startled. Then, he won't stop laughing and teasing you about it

- Kind of annoying, he'll probably try to make it worse for you throughout. Laughs each time you jump. Will have no complaints if you'd like to hold onto him throughout, although he'll probably tease you for it

- No, he did *not* just get startled at that sudden pop-out. Don't even ask! (he did)

Tiffany Valentine:

- Cute ;-; She'd be fascinated by everything, and adores all the spookiness! She gets startled with each jump scare but enjoys it, laughing at herself for getting scared

- Might take advantage and cling to you a little just because. If you are scared she won't stop teasing you, only because she finds it sweet

- Will watch you out of the corner of her eye the whole time, melting at your reactions to jump scares and random loud noises. Makes a mental note to make it a tradition so she can see it every year :')

#slashers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #chop top sawyer x reader #nubbins sawyer x reader #candyman x reader #beetlejuice x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #otis driftwood x reader #charles lee ray x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #the collector x reader #slasher imagines #slasher imagine #slashers x you #slasher x reader

[lebenspurpur]

slashers w an s/o who has nipple piercings?

Warnings: slight NSFW and slight mentions of violence

Michael Myers

Michael really doesn't care what you do with your body unless you're dying or something.

That being said, he probably takes a while to value them like they should be valued. 😤

He thinks about ripping them off on a daily basis so be careful.

He also doesn't really care about them on a sexual level.

However, Michael likes to play with the accessories when you're lying next to him.

Hmmm... how long can he pull until your nipples rip off?

It sounds disturbing but hey, you're the one reading Michael Myers fanfiction.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent loves them.

He himself wanted piercings before but his insecurity stopped him from actually visiting a studio.

Can you pierce him????

He's very ecstatic about the whole thing.

Vincent likes to draw or shape you with different kinds of piercings as well, giving your ideas for your eventual next accessory.

Touching them is a touchy subject at first (see what I did there hehe). He's scared he'll hurt you, especially in a sensitive place like your nipples.

Vincent loves to circle his tongue around them, feeling the cold metal in contrast to your soft, warm flesh.

Bo Sinclair

Shit sugar, that's so hot.

Bo is touching them all the time, there's literally no self-control inside that man.

Usually, piercings, as well as tattoos, are a "sin" in small towns like Ambrose which makes them even more enjoyable to him.

You're breaking the rules, you're a rebel, just like him!

Okay, now Bo already sexualizes breasts way too much. He'd literally think exposing your breast to feed your child is sexual... (not sharing his opinion by the way!!)

The fact that you have piercings there just enforces his opinion. He can't think of them as something non-sexual.

Lester Sinclair

The first time he sees them, he's very shy, blushing immediately when you expose the accessory to him.

C-..can he touch them, Y/N?

I also kind of expect him to be new to the world of piercings and tattoos.

Didn't that hurt, honey?

You might have to explain to him how and why you got them.

Maybe he even wants some himself when you're done explaining.

Baby Firefly

Baby probably has nipple piercings herself, come on.

If not, she still loves them.

They're a form of self-expression and that's something with very high value in the Firefly family.

She likes to buy new rings for them, shining and glittering ones, as her little gift to you.

Shit darlin', those are sexy!

Otis Driftwood

So fucking hot, sugar...

Otis loves them.

He loves how well you can combine pleasure and pain with your accessories.

Playing with them during sex can be pleasurable until he pulls them and he loves that.

Another one who thought about ripping them off, the first time he saw them, great.

Otis is kind of pissed that you can't wear rings with his name written on them?? Yeah, he's stupid and possessive like that.

He just enjoys clothing and other accessories that let people know who you belong to.

Billy Loomis

Woah, where'd you hide those?

He didn't expect them but hey, he's not complaining.

He likes to slightly pull on them, just out of pure childish curiosity.

I am pretty sure that Billy would love to dress more alternatively so he might take you as the inspiration to finally get pierced as well.

He can finally look like the bad boy he always wanted to look like.

Stu Macher

Shit babe, those are hot!

He's enthralled, can he touch them?

Shit, he really likes them.

He really wants some too now.

We all know how much he loves his tongue, running it around the silver rings is something he loves even more.

Stu likes to pull them with his teeth, looking up through those blond eyelashes while he does so.

Brahms Heelshire

*mom stare* wHat are thOse?

Yeah Brahms' opinion of piercings isn't the best.

Mrs. Heelshire taught him that people with tattoos or piercings are bad and not classy enough to deal with her "precious little son".

But you're not bad?

He's very confused now, are you a good or a bad person?

Maybe.. don't talk about them for a while, Brahms needs time to think.

A tiny part inside of him is very turned on by the secrecy and dirtiness of nipple piercings but he'd never tell you that.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is skeptical as well, having been born into a very conservative family.

He secretly doesn't have anything against them, but he knows his family does.

Maybe don't tell Luda or Hoyt about them.

Tommy loves you and every part of you so he doesn't really care, as long as you're happy.

Your accessories open his mindset a little. Maybe, just maybe, he should get a piercing too? Maybe in his ear?

Josef

Josef doesn't really care about them.

He asks a lot of questions about the process though.

Did it hurt? How did they do it? Where did you get them?

He's like a child, really.

Josef really likes how well they fit your whole body. He likes the aesthetic if that's what you want to call it.

Amanda Young

Amanda doesn't really deem them as something special.

They're cool of course, but a lot of people nowadays have nipple piercings.

She's a bit worried about the pain you must have been in to get them since nipple piercings are considered one of the most painful ones.

She likes to feel the contrast of warm and cold when she touches your breasts, it's very fascinating to her.

#michael myers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #baby firefly x reader #otis driftwood x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #josef x reader #amanda young x reader #slasher headcannons #brahms heelshire x reader

[jamiedc-they-them]

One way ticket (Platonic)

Requested Imagine: An argument with your parents sends you to your best friend, and on a journey of self discovery. 

The door to your house swung open, and a tired you walked in through it. You closed the door, your back resting against it as you closed your eyes. Today had been a hard day, lots of studying and deadlines.

However, part of the weariness now came from being at home. It was something you weren’t exactly thrilled by.

 “Evening, dear.” Your mother called from the kitchen, your step father barely paying you any attention.

 “Hi, mum.” You greeted in return. She gave you a smile. If it was your old dad, he would’ve said something.

 But, they just had to fall out, didn’t they.

 In your room, filled with posters of films and large posters of book covers and your favourite characters, you sunk into your bed, back hitting it first and you exhaled. For once, a moment of peace.

 Your phone vibrated, and your reached for it. You saw the caller ID, and smiled.

 “Dickhead.” She greeted in her usual manner. You could practically hear the smile on the other end.

 “Maeve.” You weren’t as creative with the nicknames, but she didn’t care.

 “Tough day?” She asked, there was some softer part to her tone there.

 You let out a breath, “In a way.” Was your cryptic answer.

 It wasn’t, however, cryptic to her, “Parents again?”

 “They haven’t done anything yet.”

 “That ‘yet’ is the concerning part, Y/N,” As she spoke, you heard the door to her home unlock. She was home too, “If they’re giving you any trouble, you call me, ok? Spend the night at mine. Nothing wrong with taking a break. Or just walking away” She assured you as you heard her keys hit the counter.

 You always were a bit envious of your best friend, how carefree she was. If only your father didn’t cheat, maybe the month long that turned into a forever long break wouldn’t have happened.

 “Yeah, he was a bit of a prick for doing that, wasn’t he?” Maeve’s voice was softer still when she spoke. Seemed you said some parts of that out loud.

 You paused, hearing call up to you from downstairs, “That’s dinner. I’ll call you later.”

 There was silence, she must’ve nodded and then remembered she was on the phone, “Yeah, sure thing.”

“So, son, how was school?” Internally, you cringed at the misgender, but didn’t correct your father. More importantly, neither did your mother. They had made their voices known on that want of yours, to go by something else, something they called a “none entity.”

 “Good, yeah, thanks.” You answered, going back to your food.

 “That it?” He asked, making you look up at him.

 “Is what it?” It wasn’t meant to be a challenge.

 He took it as one, though, staring you down as he spoke, “Was school just, ‘good’?”

 “Yeah, I mean nothing really happened, mum can attest to that.” You answered, trying to be careful with your word choice. Your father’s choice of words explaining his action was what caused the break.

 He looked to his wife, and she nodded, confirming it.

 “You been hanging around with your friends?” You nodded, “They still…preferring to go by the plurals?” Again, you nodded, “Youth of today, doomed, I swear.”

 “Because you don’t like a pronouns?” Ok, you shouldn’t have said that, and you immediately regretted it right after as there was a pause. It was sharp, and it was a direct pause.

 Your father stopped eating and looked to you, “Excuse me?”

 “I’m sorry, I –” You started to apologise. But you knew you had crossed a line.

 You were in your room the next moment, having ran up there yourself to escape your fathers growing wrath.

 You found your phone, dialling the number you needed instantly, “Maeve – I… I don’t –“

 “What’s happened? Are you safe?” Was the first thing your friend asked, concern leaking through the phone.

 “I don’t – I…I think Mum’s calming him down. But--”

 “You know the bridge?” You nodded, and Maeve seemed to know that you had nodded, “Meet me there.”

 “What?”

 “Meet me there.”

 “Can…can I stay the night?” You asked. You heard her door open and close, and her breathing became more laboured as she walked.

 “Of course you can.” She answered.

 “Ok, bridge, right?”

 “Bridge.”

“Ok, see you there.”

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You had nothing with you, just yourself. You didn’t even have a jacket. You were still in your school clothes, but the night was cold.

 Maeve was there, just as she said she would be. When you saw her, she was smoking, but eyes were scanning the water.

 She heard you approaching, and turned to you. Her eyes softened at your figure. You probably looked lonely, and you looked anxious. You were.

 She approached you when you stopped, bringing your timid figure into a hug. She didn’t say anything, she just held you.

 You appreciated it massively, how she didn’t say anything, just hugged you.

 It lasted a few seconds, but when she released you, you were teary eyed. You were scared, but you weren’t alone. You were scared still.

 She gave you a sympathetic smile, “Let’s go home.” She said, arm looping into yours and bringing you with her to her home. Yours was behind you, not too far away.

 Unlocking the door, she opened it up and ushered you in, closing the door behind the door and flicking on the light and taking off her jacket.

 “Do you want something to eat?” She seemed to just know without ever being told the circumstance you were in. It made you feel for your friend, wondering how she was able to just know what you had gone through.

 She grabbed a spare plate, filling it with the Chinese food she had picked up on the way home.

Together, you both sat on the couch, eating in silence. She didn’t seem to mind, but she did curl up, feet touching your own.

 “Thank you,” She looked to you at your words, “For this, I mean. Thank you.”

 She smiled, “Anytime. I know what it’s like to have shitty parents.” She said, despite the attempt of humour, you detected the sadness that was there.

 “Sorry.”

 She shook her head, “You have nothing to be sorry for.” She told you. You both went back to eating, but she did grab a blanket for you both.

 When you were done, you just started venting. You didn’t even mean to, it just all started to spill out. The whole time, she did not speak, she only let you talk and vent and rage about it all.

 There were tears, your own tears as you spoke. Maeve passed you a new tissue every so often as you spoke.

 “I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am. You can stay here as long as you –”

 “It’ll just be for tonight, I’ll go back tomorrow.” She looked like she wanted to say something, but nodded in granting and respecting your wish.

 “You can have the bed.” She said, and your eyes met her’s in an instant.

 “No, Maeve –”

 She held up a hand to stop you, “I’m not arguing about this, Y/N. I don’t mind you going back tomorrow, but if you’re staying, then you take the bed.”

 “…Why?”

 She rolled her eyes, “Because I know how to be comfy on that sofa. Besides, can’t have my best mate here and have them be uncomfortable, can I?”

 You resigned yourself to your fate, going to the bedroom, but not before you both shared another hug.

 As you went to bed, you saw a piece of paper on the floor. Picking it up, it was a form to be a guardian, but the name was blank as to who it was. So, you just left it.

 You woke up in your school clothes, you hadn’t exactly had time to change. But ‘school clothes’ you were wearing a smarter shirt than usual and some jeans.

 Maeve entered your room, toothbrush in her mouth, “Morning.” She said, even if it wasn’t as clear as it could’ve been, what with the toothbrush and all.

 “Morning.” You said in return, getting out of bed.

 She spat into the sink, before leaning against the doorway, “You can borrow some of my clothes. I’ll make sure they aren’t too embarrassing.” She said, lightly, before going to the drawer to find just that.

 “Might as well go out, right?” You joked, referencing to the opinion your parents had on your identity.

 She laughed, “If you’re up for it.”

 “Mum will say what she says, but I can’t let her define me, try and make her understand it.”

 Maeve just nodded, but there was some conflict there.

 Your mother worked at school, she was a science teacher – it was where her view on your identity came from.

 You had her today on the schedule, you liked science enough, but you knew this would be an…awkward session.

 Maeve had walked with you. She had called Aimee and told her she would be with you today, and the other woman understood, giving you her love. So, arm looped in yours, Maeve and you entered school.

 “First period, you ready?” She asked, putting her head on your shoulder for a moment as you continued going down the hallway to the lesson. You ignored the looks from people in the hallway. Otis had his mother to contend with, now so did you.

 “As I can be.” You answered honestly. As you got the doorway, she gave you a wink, before she went in first. After a few moments, so did you.

 It was to make your mother think anything other than the fact that you had gone to Maeve for help.

 As you went to your seat, you felt your mother’s eyes on you the whole way. When she went back to teaching, you saw that she had a slight darkness under her eyes. She had stayed up. A feeling stirred in your stomach. However, you went back to looking at the lesson.

 You did pay attention, just not all the time. Sometimes, you’d find yourself writing notes or just looking them up yourself in the textbook, just to avoid looking at your mothers gaze.

 However, as the bell rang, you were one of the last to leave. The other, was Maeve. She sat on the desk, legs swinging as she looked between yourself and your mum.

 She never hated your mum, or your dad. They had their flaws, but it was mainly their apathy to who you wanted to be that pissed her off.

 Still, she didn’t voice it, which was something that was unusual for her.

 Your mother looked up at you as you put a book on her desk. You looked nervous, eyes darting a little, but you managed to get the words out, even throwing a bit of humour in with your tone.

 “Parlay?” Behind you, once she approached, Maeve smiled a bit, before it turned a little bit – just a little – more threatening to your mother, a warning.

 As stated before, she didn’t hate your mum, just hated the discomfort it caused you.

 “He’s not angry, not now anyway. If anything, a little impressed.” Your mother said. The little amount of praise, despite it being so little, stirred something within you.

 Maeve saw how your shoulders relaxed a little. How you seemed to almost not expect it, but be deeply appreciative of it at the same time. She made a mental note, and her smile became more sympathetic.

 “Talk about it at dinner?” You asked, your mother nodded.

 “Talk about it at dinner,” She said, standing up and packing her own bag to leave for the teachers lounge, “And I can finally meet this girlfriend of yours.” You sighed, seemed you wouldn’t be able to fully escape their ideas yet.

 As she left, you turned to Maeve with your eyebrows up, but a tired expression on your face.

 “Dinner?” She asked, light smile on your face.

You laughed, putting your hands to your face before moving them around and interlocking them at the back of your head, you smiled at your friend, “Dinner.” You confirmed.

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 You had gone back to Maeve’s place without her. She had something to do with the clinic, which you understood and so she gave you her keys, telling you only to leave the door unlocked for her.

 So, it was just you, alone in the home. You actually looked around it now, seeing the little things, like how the cups were stacked neatly, how the plates had been washed. She took care of this place, she cared for it. It was a shithole, but she stayed and looked after it.

 If she stayed and managed to make this place work, maybe you had hope with your parents just yet.

 Your thoughts went back to them, your parents. Maybe you had been too hasty, maybe they’d just accept you back with open arms. Maybe, for once, they’d be sorry. You had stood up to your father, that was new.

 Maybe you’d still have a place to go.

 The door opened, and Maeve entered, she tossed her bag onto the sofa and took her jacket off, giving you a smile as she saw you getting a drink.

 “Sorry I took so long, Otis held me up.” She said, gently moving you aside and doing the same – getting a drink – for herself.

 “It’s alright, he’s a good guy but can…I don’t know.” You conceded, not really knowing how to explain your other friend – a mutual one of yours.

 “Much?” She filled, you nodded.

 “Please don’t make a scene tonight.” Your friend took a sip of her water and looked at you, almost a little taken aback by your words. You further explained, “I need to go well, Maeve, please. I can’t have it turn into another row. I can’t have another uncomfortable breakfast, again.”

 Maeve stopped you, “Wait, ‘again’? Your staying?!” She couldn’t stop the surprise that one.

 You cocked your head, “Course I am. Why wouldn’t I? They’re my parents –”

 “Not good ones.” She pointed out.

 “They aren’t the worst.”

 Again, she couldn’t help herself, “They aren’t exactly the best either,” She sighed, putting her glass down and approaching you, putting her hands on your shoulders, before using one hand to cup your chin and turn it up to face her, “You are so much better without them, Y/N. They don’t accept you for who you are. I’m sure in some way they love you, just like my mum did. But, you know what I did.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement, you did know what she had done.

 Part of you resented her for having the strength to do it. Still, you insisted, “I can’t just drop them like that, Maeve…How would I fund school? What about rent and –”

 “We’d figure it out –”

 Now it was you stopping her, or more so talking over her at her first word, “’We’?”

 She creased her eyebrows, “Yeah, ‘we’, you think I’d just leave you if you did it?” She almost seemed hurt at the accusation she was now accusing you of.

 “I just – I don’t think I can do that. I don’t even know how.” You confessed, voice sounding tired.

 “I do, I know how,” Maeve assured as she nodded a few times, “It’s called ‘emancipation’.”

 As she went to explain, the alarm on your phone went off. Looking at it, you saw it was a half hour reminder to get to your house for the dinner.

 “Just…please don’t mess this up for me…please.” Was all you asked of your best friend.

 Her eyes softened at the pain, the loss, and the fear that laid within them. She had more on her mind, more she wanted to say, you could see that clear as day. Still, she nodded, and said nothing.

 You stood outside your door with your best friend by your side. You had walked together in silence, both trying to prepare as much as you could for this event. The main thing you had said to the other being that you looked nice. You both did, you in your normal clothes, Maeve in a dress. She had even redone her makeup.

 You saw that hurt in her eye hadn’t fully left, but there was an almost apathetic look now. She was here to help you, not to appease your parents who she had plenty to say on.

 You knocked, the door opening and your father stood there in smart, but causal wear. Seemed he’d put some effort into it too. Out of the pair, your mother had the better job, but it didn’t matter. Job meant nothing to how you were as a person.

 He didn’t say anything, he only moved aside as a silent beckoning to enter. You both did so.

 Maeve took time to look around. She didn’t comment, just looked around. She then met your eyes, a bit of life returning and you saw them soften a little, she raised her eyebrows; “Fancy.” Her gaze seemed to communicate to you.

 You had no idea if she meant it or not, so you just smiled a thin one, trying not to show your nerves. Maeve, however, was good at reading people. So, as you went to the table in silence, she held your hand to provide some comfort.

 However, as you both sat at the table, you saw your mother had seen the hand holding in a different light. Of course she did.

 You saw her have a look on her eyes, almost a proud look. You felt Maeve tighten her hold on your hand, trying to supress a sense of frustration. It did pain you a little, but you tried not to show it. This was redemption with your parents, not a further regress.

 Still, she didn’t say anything, she remembered the promise she made. And Maeve Wiley was not one to break a promise…to the best of her ability.

 “So, you’re the mysterious Maeve we’ve been hearing all about?” Your mother asked as your father put food on the table. No, the irony was not lost on you.

 Maeve looked to you, a silent dialogue going between you two. However, your communication was clear, “I’ve never mention you to them.” She knew it wasn’t in a mean way, just wanted confirmation.

 She nodded, “Yeah, that’s me.” She said, bullshit smile on her face. The smile, however, eased your mother – hell, even doing the same to your father, for once he smiled and it was genuine.

 You envied it. But, as you put your hands on the table, Maeve held one. To your parents, it meant the opposite to what it actually was, she gave your hand a squeeze.

 “One step closer to being a man, my lad.” Your mother hadn’t been lying when she told you your father was proud. Christ.

 You looked at your father with the same distaste you always had for him, but now it was less easy to mask.

 So far, no food had been touched by anyone other than your mother.

 “See? Even got the look.” He seemed to celebrate your hatred. Not revel in it, just celebrate it.

 “’The look’?” You parroted back to him in a questioning manner.

 “Yeah, every man needs –”

 “Y/N doesn’t identify as a man, though.” Maeve spoke up. You moved your hands down to your side, keeping your eyes only on your best friend. You shook your head, begging her not to.

 She, however, only kept her eyes on your father, a challenging and daring look in her eyes, “Y/N is a they –”

 “Not this bollocks again. He got you doing it now, too.” Your father’s tone was filled with frustration.

 “Yeah, I guess they have, haven’t they?” Her eyes squinted a bit, she seemed to be daring for him to try it.

 “Let me guess, you two haven’t shagged either?” He sounded tired. Done.

 Wasn’t quite the bite Maeve was looking for, but she still took it, “Y/N doesn’t feel that way about anyone. They don’t won’t a partner in that way, and that’s just fine.”

 “It’s sick,” Your father looked to your mother, “Isn’t that right, honey?”

 She seemed to just be enjoying her food, but when your father asked, she hesitated. There were a few look in her eyes, fear wasn’t one of them, but shame was as she spoke, “Yes.” Her voice was monotone.

 “I think it’s time you leave.” Your father said, seemingly taking back control.

 However, Maeve stayed put, “Not without Y/N.” She was firm in that.

 “Get out, now, or I will call the police,” He then looked to you, “Is that why you brought her, to get it all out in the open these beliefs you have about yourself?” His tone was cold.

 “N-No.” You managed to stutter out.

 “If you lay one hand on them –”

 “Him, and I won’t. I’d never hit my boy, I just need it to get through to him that he can’t think the way he does.”

 “So, verbal then?”

 “If you want to be a snowflake, then yes, verbal.” He seemingly had no problem with saying that.

 So, Maeve stood up, and she gave you a pat on the shoulder and an apologetic look. Then, with a click of the door, she was gone.

 Silence permeated the room, and now your father had his hands on the table and his chin resting on them.

 “I don’t want you seeing her again.” Your father said, “Go to your room, I’ll bring some food up in a few minutes.”

 You didn’t say anything, only getting up from the table, “Phone.” Your father said. You brought the item out of your pocket and gave it to him, before going upstairs.

 You laid on your bed, closing your eyes and letting out a sigh. Could’ve gone better, but it definitely could’ve gone worse.

 You heard a knock at your door. You gave yourself a moment to try to get rid of the tears that were pooling in your eyes and told whoever was there to come in.

 It was your father, who was carrying a tray with a plate of food on. He placed it on the floor, before he stood at the door.

 “You know I just want what’s best for you, right?”

 It was bollocks, but you nodded, “It’s just…there are two ways of being. I’d rather you be Trans than be…this.” Harsh, but it was more honest, more controlled.

 Again, you nodded. You hated the words he said, but you nodded.

 “We’ll talk again, tomorrow.” He then left, closing the door more softly this time.

 You picked up the tray, apathetic look on your face as you ate the food. It wasn’t too bad, to be honest.

 This was your life, one filled with pain, but two parents that gave you a roof over your head.

 You heard a knock at your window, turning, you saw the last person you expected to see. It was the face of someone else who gave you a roof over your head.

 She waved to you. You put your empty plate down and looked to the door. He never did say you couldn’t leave. Then again, he also said you couldn’t be how you felt inside. So, you know.

 Quietly, you made your way to the window, opening it with her help. Neither of you spoke, but she didn’t need to, she only offered you a hand – and a silent question along with it.

 You looked to the door one more time, one that – outside of it – held only misery.

 You took the hand that was offered.

 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She held your hand the whole way home, leading the way. However, this time you worked with – an admittedly – shaky confidence.

 She opened the door, going to her bed room to get her dress off. You, meanwhile, got a glass of water and sat down. You knew your dad still had your phone, but that was ok.

 Maeve re-entered, now with pyjamas on, “What’s on your mind?” She asked, seeing a look on your face that told her you had a plan.

 “Mum’s gonna be at school tomorrow. But, I’ve made my choice, I’m done with them. We just need to do that…what’d you call it, ‘emancipation?’”

 Maeve nodded, “Ok, we’ll need some papers for the court. Plus, I have this,” At ‘this’ Maeve held up her phone and hit ‘play’ it was a recording of the meal.

 It was proof.

 “Ok, you got my back?” You asked.

 “Always.” She swore.

 So, off to school you went to execute your plan. You walked to the school grounds, talking and – for once, in your case – being happy and having a sense of agency.

 You had made your request to the court and made some calls to friends, now you just had to hope your parents wouldn’t try and stop it.

 “Otis and everyone else agreed? Just like that?” You asked, only having spoken to Eric while Maeve called everyone else.

 “A noble cause worth fighting for.” She said with a smile, parroting your own one.

 You believed those words, and you believed in your own course too, you believed in your own freedom.

 Going to science, you saw your other friends now sat there, awaiting you. It started out as normal, just with you in a more positive beat.

 That was, until the bell rang and your mother asked you to stay behind. Without having to ask, your other friend stayed as well.

 “So, you’re applying for emancipation?” She asked, tone flat.

 “That’s right.” You answered, sure of your choice.

 “You know we’ll fight it, right? There’s no way you can take care of yourself out there. You can barely handle us. Besides, who else is going to take care of you?”

 You felt a presence next to you, it was Maeve. However, you felt the others behind you.

 “They will.” You said, standing strong, “And, yes, it’ll cost us, but we’ll fight it. Because it’s worth it. You were toxic to me, mum. And, I think I deserve better.”

 With that, you and your new family walked out.

  It had been a long battle, one filled with ups and downs, but the others stood by you, chipping in however they could.

 Plus, Maeve found herself with a new sibling, so that was something. It felt nice, to be validated, to have your pronouns respected and your thoughts taken on board.

 As you returned home from school one day, Maeve had left a bit earlier. You opened the door, going in and throwing your bag to the floor and laying on the couch, “Good day?” She asked, stirring the coffee she had made.

 You looked to her with a smile, “Yeah, good day.” You confirmed.

#maeve wiley x reader #meave wiley imagine #sex education imagine #sex education x reader

[korra-the-red-lion]

Supergirl 6x17: I Believe In A Thing Called Love.

Hello tumblr, Korra here! Guess who watched the episode live and then forgot to post her thoughts? If you guessed me, you’ve very correct. Fun fact, that was the first episode since the 100th I think that I’ve watched live. Anyway, how did this episode fair with the return of Lex? Let’s find out, and as always, SPOILERS AHEAD.

So the episode opens up right where the last one left off. Nyxly is fairly disturbed when Lex just appears right in front of her, spewing out how much he is in love with her. Nxyly, like the true boss bitch she is, has no interest in a toxic man. She may want to kill Kara, but she’s not about to forgive the person who trapped Kara in the Phantom Zone. She has standards, okay?

The Lex thing is super confusing. This is a version of Lex who is from the future who is returning to the present to save Nyxly after she dies because of the Superfriends, and there doesn’t seem to be a version of Lex from this timeline anymore. It’s all very much a head scratcher and doesn’t make sense. OH, and Lex is in love with her because why not.

Kara tells everyone that she quit Catco and you know Lena’s first thought was “Bitch, seriously? AGAIN? DO I HAVE TO BUY YOU ANOTHER COMPANY?” She does explain it’s because she needs to focus on stopping Nyxly, and it’s not fair to either job to give it 100%.

Brainy and Team Nikazie (Nicole called the actresses this on twitter and I’m loving it) head to the lab and Alex flies out of the elevator, asking if Kelly is around. What were you going to do if she was still there, Alex? Pretend that you weren’t flying like a bat out of hell? Oh well, because she shares the story of when she fell in love with Kelly and my heart melted listening to it. It was a really sweet scene and when she shows the ring again as the doors closed, it was perfect.

Alex takes Esme to the bar and asks Al if they can book it for tomorrow, but he regretfully tells them that someone else has already done so. Alex and Esme are super bummed but we all know Kelly’s the one behind it.

So we have another Lex scene where Lex explains how he loves Nyxly and Otis is all of us when he goes “Huh?” There’s another slightly confusing explanation about the whole time travel thing. Zari and Ava guessing that he is one of the people who might want to kill them is not so far off after all.

The team has a really smart plan to lure Nyxly with a fake Totem, all with Lena’s help. I’m so glad that she’s an active member of this team, ngl.

Alex’s talk with Kelly is heading towards the Al’s Bar problem when Nyxly shows up. Never say she doesn’t do things for the Superfriends, okay? She helped keep the surprise.

Anyway, the team is winning until Lex shows up and throws a bomb at the team. Lena is PISSED and slightly scared to see her brother again, but thankfully he just leaves.

Lex, being a creep, admits that he followed Nyxly with a drone. Homegirl is disgusted and leaves, telling Lex to basically eff off. Poor Lex (JK).

To wash out the taste of Lexly, we get a really great Supercorp scene. Lena is frustrated and scared, because her magic is linked to her emotions. She refuses to use it for the time being because she doesn’t want to hurt someone like her mum did. Kara is very supportive of her choice, and reminds Lena that she brings more to the team than just magic. The two just look at each other with heart eyes and smiles.

So a scene with William and Andrea. Andrea wants to announce that Lex is back but William isn’t sure just yet. Andrea is like “yeah whatever you have until tonight then I’m releasing it.” She truly doesn’t understand how journalism works haha.

BACK to the tower, Brainy comes to the realization that Lex is using tech from the 31st century, which is how they’re justifying bringing the Legion back for the finale. So the team discusses using the Totems to protect themselves against Lexly when they go after the Love Totem.

Brainy is nervous about contacting the Legion because he doesn’t want to disrupt the timeline. TAKE NOTES BARRY. Also because he did mention that him and Mon-El never really clicked a few seasons ago, and he was manipulated by Lex too. Really, the man’s got a laundry list of reasons and you can’t blame him.

J’onn does the Courage Gauntlet in Kara’s place, and us viewers have to watch the tragedy. I love that J’onn saved his daughters in the Gauntlet, but the truth remains the same. It’s very heartbreaking.

This by the way leads me to a theory: Kara needs to overcome the Gauntlet, and for her, it’s finally letting her two lives bleed together and realize she’ll be okay. She was ready to do that until Mxy showed her that one future. But that’s not the truth, and Kara will be okay because she’s not alone. Kara will pass the Gauntlet once she accepts that and she’ll take the All Stone for herself and beat Lexly.

The team arrives on scene to stop Nyxly from getting the Love Totem, who got the info from Lex. She overpowers them, causing Kara to relive some of her trauma from the Phantom Zone. It’s one of those moments where I’m happy they brought it up, but it feels a little too late. The Love Totem is like “f*ck this” and peace's out, leaving everyone empty handed.

Nxyly then begrudgingly asks Lex for help, to his utter delight. I will say this, while there was a little too much Lex in the episode, I never felt like he was overpowering Nyxly in any of these scenes, so that is a plus.

In yet another parallel scene, Kara asks Lena to help. She tells Lena that she’s the only one who can pull Kara back from the edge, and that she needs her. She gives a huge speech about how Lex isn’t her family anymore, the Superfriends are. Lena is teary-eyed as she agrees to do it. UGH the Supercorp of it all.

I guess William is the one to give Alex the pep talk as his demise draws near. Anyway, taking it to heart Alex goes to Al’s to demand the rental and surprise! It’s all done up and out comes Kelly and Esme! Although it could be seen a mile away, the scene was still really touching. Kelly goes for the proposal but Alex is the one who wants to do it, but when she goes for the ring she pulls out the Love Totem. Ooops. Guess who arrives to steal that.

Nyxly gets overpowered by Kara (with Lena’s help), J’onn, and Brainy. Not sure why Nia wasn’t there but that’s fine. Lex decides to save her over the Totem, which gets destroyed by the team. Lex grabs her and disappears, leaving a frustrated team behind.

Ahem. DANSEN PROPOSAL AHHHHHH. It was everything. It was touching and heart warming and wonderful. I also love that it demonstrated Alex’s growth from when she first met Maggie. Kelly and Alex are such a mature and amazing couple, something that’s rare at times. I’m glad that the show is ending with their wedding. How can you watch this scene and not believe in love? It’s everything, just everything.

Okay, so Nyxly agrees to work with Lex as friends. Then he explains the deus machina of the Totems and how they can’t be destroyed, which sounds like bull but whatever lol. The Love Totem reappears on Esme’s neck, however, meaning that those two are going to kidnap this darling child and I AM NOT OKAY WITH IT.

Brainy opens up to Nia about his fear and we get to have a really lovely Brainia moment. He’s going to forgive himself for previous mistakes and move forward by asking the Legion for help. Not me stressing that Brainy might end up going back to the future in the finale.

SUPERCROP. Kara poured a glass for herself and Lena, waiting for her arrival, except judging by her face she had no idea if she even was coming. Kara and Lena have yet another heart to heart moment and I literally swear I thought Lena was going to kiss Kara with how she was looking at her. Obviously that didn’t happen but God did it feel close lol.

So two things: William’s inside man is Otis, which isn’t good. And Andrea dons Acrata and sneaks into Lex’s office to read his journal, so she is the unlikely ally it seems. Interesting.

OKAY, that is everything. This is a long one. Overall, a solid episode. I think while Lex was good with Nyxly, he had a few too many scenes. The William and Alex conversation felt forced. Alex is barely friends with the guy. Nia should have been the one to tell her to go to the bar, since she’s friends with BOTH of them. But I loved the proposal, the Supercorp moments, Kara’s trauma coming back, and a lot of other things. Only 3 left and it’s making me a little sad to think that in 2 weeks, there is no more Girl of Steel. I love this show with my every fiber. Until next time, everyone!

#supergirl #kara zor-el #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #supercorp endgame #alex danvers #kelly olsen #sentinal #guardian #dansen #dansen endgame #j'onn j'onzz #martian manhunter #brainy #brainiac 5 #nia nal #dreamer #brainia #lex luthor #nyxly #lexly #william dey #andrea rojas #arcata #supergirl spoilers #supergirl 6x17

[firehouseonechicago]

A Very Merry Christmas || Brian Zvonecek

Warnings: Pure fluff and Chicago Fire shenanigans. It’s Otis, what do you expect?

Summary: It was about time that you met the occupants of Firehouse 51, especially since Otis has been nagging you to do it for several months now. So, what better time to meet his colleagues than at Christmas?

Author’s Note: I love Otis, I miss him so much. I’m not seeing a lot of Otis content on here, so have a beautiful Christmas one-shot! Gif by @leo-suter​

For the several months the two of you had been together, Brian had been trying to convince you to stop by the Firehouse so he could introduce you to the team. And for some reason, you always said no. At first you told him it was nerves, you were always nervous about meeting new people. But then your nerves grew to fear, fear that his colleagues wouldn’t like you.

But since it was Christmas, and Christmas was the time of giving and coming together, you decided that it was time that you get over your pathetic fears. You had spent the entire morning cooking various treats and decorating Christmas themed cookies, as well as making a beautiful chocolate cake which you hoped would win over the occupants of the 51. After making sure that everything was completely and utterly perfect, and after carefully placing everything in tuppaware containers, you drove to the Firehouse all the while trembling slightly.

You hoped that Brian wasn’t out on a call, otherwise if you showed up and no one was there, it would be kind of awkard waiting around for him to return. Parking in an available space just a little further down the street, you carefully manouvered your way out of your car, and attempted to carry the three large tuppaware containers towards the open doors of the Firehouse. You struggled to see over the top of them, combined with balancing these containers filled with an entire morning’s-worth of hard work, it made it incredibly difficult not to almost drop them.

As the top container began to slide off, almost crashing to the driveway below, a pair of hands suddenly came to your rescue, taking the top two containers from your grasp. “Woah there, let me give you a hand!” A kind voice exclaimed, smiling down at you with bright blue eyes. You laughed breathlessly, smiling up at the man before you gratefully “Thank you so much, I’ll be honest I almost lost them a few times” You joked, fixing the container that carried the chocolate cake in your arms. The man laughed with you, looking you over with a slight hint of confusion. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ve seen you before...” He spoke lowly, as your mouth fell agape in shock. They didn’t know who you were.

“Oh right! I’m uh, I’m here to see Brian? You guys call him Otis but he’s-” “Oh! You’re Y/n right? Otis’ girlfriend, he never stops talking about you...” The man explained, his smile growing “I’m Kelly Severide, head of Squad 3″. You nodded a small greeting “It’s nice to meet you Kelly, I would shake your hand but...” You paused, gesturing to the container in your grasp. He laughed, motioning with his head toward the firehouse “Come on in, Otis just went out on a call, but he should be back soon. In the meantime, why don’t we talk? I’d like to get to know you better” Kelly spoke kindly, looking at you over his shoulder as the two of you headed inside.

For the past hour, you sat in the common room getting to know the members of Squad 3. Of course, the main topic of conversation was your relationship with Brian. The typical questions like where did you meet, and how long have the two of you been together were the easy ones to answer. You grew somewhat nervous when they began to ask questions about your life, like what you did for a living, or where you had grown up. You didn’t like to talk about yourself much, there wasn’t really much to tell.

So when Truck 81 returned to the Firehouse, you were slightly relieved. Your eyes met Kelly’s, and you grinned “Okay, now you guys can start eating. Just don’t eat everything” you teased, as you removed the lids from the containers. Like hungry animals, Squad 3 pounced, digging through the cookies and other treats, some even beelining for the chocolate cake. You stepped back and chuckled softly, as the soft echo of voices outside grew closer and closer. Your gaze moved to the two large glass doors, your chest tightening with happiness as Brian threw open the doors, turning to look at the man beside him.

“I’m telling you Cruz, that girl was into you. Why didn’t you get her number?” He exclaimed, lightly hitting his friend’s shoulder. Cruz shrugged “She wasn’t into me, man. I’m telling you she was just being nice”. Brian scoffed, rolling his eyes before they widened upon seeing your form, standing somewhat awkwardly as you hugged your arms to your sides with a sheepish smile. The grin on his features widened “Oh my god, what are you doing here!?” He exclaimed, running towards you and enveloping you in his arms, picking you up and spinning you around as his eyes sparkled with happiness. You squeaked in surprise, laughing loudly as he returned you back to earth before you pulled away from him. “Well, since it is Christmas, I thought I would come down to the Firehouse and surprise you. I thought it was about time, and I brought gifts-”

“Gifts? What kind of gifts?!” A voice shouted from the doorway. Both you and Brian turned to meet the expectant stare of a man with a moustache and glasses. “Mouch, come on-” Brian began, but you stopped him by placing a gentle hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder “It’s okay, I brought my famous shortbread cookies, a few other treats and a delicious chocolate cake, your favourite” You informed Mouch, whispering the last part to Brian with a cheeky grin. You giggled softly as Mouch’s mouth fell agape, his eyes moving between both you and Brian in bewilderment. “Is this your girlfriend?” He questioned, gesturing towards you with a pointed gesture. Brian nodded “Yes, this is Y/n. We’ve been together for about six months”.

In that small moment of silence, Mouch rushed forward and clapped your boyfriend on the back “You better keep her” He spoke in a hushed whisper, before dashing towards the Christmas themed treats atop the table. Both you and Brian descended into laughter, as a second man joined Mouch. “Hey, save some cake for the rest of us Mouch!” “You should have gotten here first Herrmann!”. The common room descended into a frenzy, as everyone scrambled to grab one of your delicious delights. Whilst everyone was preoccupied, Brian introduced you to Matthew Casey, Cheif Boden, Shay and Dawson, as well as many others within the Firehouse. He gave you a grand tour of the place, before the two of you eventually ended up in the locker room. 

He turned around to face you with a gentle and loving smile “I can’t believe you came all the way down here for me” He whispered softly, once again wrapping you in a warm embrace while placing a gentle kiss to your temple. You hummed in response, “Merry Christmas, Otis” You teased, causing your boyfriend to grumble a response. You laughed, standing on your toes to press a loving kiss to his lips. Brian’s arms around you tightened as he reciprocated the kiss, before pulling away with a dreamy smile “I think it’s safe to say that they all love you” He whispered, to which you grinned happily “I don’t know what I was so worried about”.

Brian chuckled deeply, pulling you closer so that your head fell against his chest. “I think this is going to be a very merry christmas, don’t you?” He asked, pressing a light kiss to your hair. You smiled “I think so too”. In that peaceful moment of silence, Brian groaned loudly and somewhat disappointingly. You pulled away from you boyfriend and looked up at him in confusion. “What? What’s wrong?” “I just realised that all of your cookies will be gone by now, and I won’t get any” He pouted, his pursed lips causing you to chuckle at his adorableness. You smiled teasingly, taking his hands in yours as you grinned excitedly “Then aren’t you lucky that I made extras, and they are all yours”. Brian’s eyes widened significantly, his lips parting in awe. “God I love you so much” he breathed, cupping your face with his hands and gently running the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks. You flushed a bright red “And, I’ve planned a special movie marathon for you when you get home tonight”.

“Is it Star Wars?”

Your smile told him everything he needed to know, before he surged forward and caputred your lips with his own in a passionate kiss. Oh yes, this would be a very merry christmas indeed.

#brian zvonecek x reader #brian zvonecek #brian svonecek imagine #chicago fire x reader #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine #otis x reader #otis #otis imagine #yuri sardarov

[96thdayofrage]

Although prosecutors tried to notify Floyd of his opportunity to reverse his conviction, they sent the letter to a Houston address after he had moved to Minneapolis, so he probably never received it. But the case against him, as described by Mathis in her pardon application, fits the pattern illustrated by the Harding Street raid and the arrests of Otis and Steven Mallet.

Goines "alleged that Floyd was in possession of .03 grams of crack cocaine at the time of his arrest, and that Floyd had provided the drugs to an unnamed 'second suspect' who had agreed to sell the drugs to the undercover Goines." That "second suspect" was not arrested, Goines said, "in a [sic] attempt to further the narcotic trafficing [sic] in this area." Presumably he meant that he hoped this individual would be valuable as an informant. But for all we know, this person was just as imaginary as the informant who supposedly bought heroin from Tuttle.

In the Mallet case, Goines likewise said he had been assisted by an informant. That person, he claimed in a May 2008 expense report, "provided information to officers that narcotics were being stored and sold from the location" where Otis and Steven Mallet had been arrested the previous month. In return for his help, Goines said, "the informant was paid two hundred dollars." The informant's involvement was conspicuously missing from Goines' description of the crack purchase in his arrest report and other case documents.

"It is our contention that Goines did the same thing in George Floyd's case as he did in the cases of so many others," Mathis writes. "He made up the existence of a confidential informant who provided crucial evidence to underpin the arrest, and no one bothered to question the word of a veteran cop against that of a previously convicted Black man."

If so, why did Floyd plead guilty? One might ask the same question about Steven Mallet, who pleaded guilty to possession in exchange for a sentence of time served—10 months. He said he had rejected an earlier plea deal that would have required him to implicate his brother and decided to plead guilty only so he could get out of jail. Despite the guilty plea, the appeals court agreed that he was innocent.

Floyd faced even more pressure to plead guilty. "If Floyd had gone to trial," Mathis says, "he would have faced punishment enhancements that would have branded him a habitual offender and could have sent him to prison for a minimum of twenty-five years. Like many people forced through the twisted criminal justice system in the United States, Floyd confessed to save his life. In exchange for his plea of guilty, those enhancements were not pursued. Floyd served his ten months in State Jail and was released."

Floyd committed his most serious crime, aggravated robbery with a deadly weapon, in 2007, three years after Goines arrested him for selling crack. He pleaded guilty in 2009 and received a five-year prison sentence. But by the time of his 2004 arrest, Floyd had been convicted of three felonies: delivering less than a gram of cocaine in 1997, theft in 1998, and possessing less than a gram of cocaine in 2002. Any two of these would have been enough to justify penalty enhancements under the Texas "habitual offender" statute if prosecutors had decided to pursue them.

Given Floyd's history at the time of his 2004 arrest, the crack charge was completely plausible on its face, which helps explain why it received no scrutiny until Goines' habitual dishonesty was revealed 15 years later. It may also explain why Goines had no compunction about framing Floyd, assuming that is what he did.

It is impossible to say for sure whether Goines was telling the truth in 2004. But Harris County prosecutors have reasonably concluded that Goines is demonstrably untrustworthy, which casts doubt on any conviction that hinged on his word. The drug war effectively gives cops like Goines a license to lie, since it justifies arrests and convictions in cases where the only witness is a cop and the only evidence is a transaction he claims to have seen, along with drugs that easily could have been obtained through other means.

As of 2019, when Goines resigned in the wake of the Harding Street raid, he had been employed by the Houston Police Department for 34 years, despite multiple allegations of testilying and sloppy evidence handling. "If the magistrate who Goines asked to sign a warrant to permit the raid on Harding Street had known of his history of lies and deception," Ogg observed last year, "he would not have signed it, and Rhogena and Dennis would likely still be alive today."

Then–Police Chief Art Acevedo repeatedly described the cops who killed Tuttle and Nicholas as "heroes," lavishing praise on Goines in particular. "He's a big teddy bear," Acevedo said. "He's a big African American, a strong ox, tough as nails, and the only thing bigger than his body, in terms of his stature, is his courage. I think God had to give him that big body to be able to contain his courage, because the man's got some tremendous courage."

Even after Goines' lies were revealed, Acevedo, who is now Miami's police chief, denied that the Harding Street raid reflected "systemic" problems in the Narcotics Division. The charges that Ogg eventually brought against a dozen Houston narcotics officers, which included allegations of falsifying records and claiming phony overtime as well as a murder charge against another officer who participated in the raid, painted a different picture. "Goines and others could never have preyed on our community the way they did without the participation of their supervisors," she said. "Every check and balance in place to stop this type of behavior was circumvented."

Given the culture of lax or actively complicit supervision described in Ogg's charges and in federal lawsuits brought by the Tuttle and Nicholas families, it is easier to understand how Goines could get away with lying to implicate people in drug crimes for so long. The question is how many other cops like him are working for police departments across the country, treated as heroes as they systematically subvert justice.

[collecting-stories]

Gone Hunting - c. 18 - Daryl Dixon

Summary: You mention to Daryl that your mom wants you out by graduation and the first night of your hunting weekend begins. 

A/N: This chapter is just them spending time together...

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Beth pushed the door to the diner open, three steps ahead of Hershel, eager to grab her favorite corner booth for her weekly ‘daddy/daughter’ date. He kept a day set aside for each of his children to spend time with him alone and Wednesdays were Beth’s. She waved to Patricia as she headed to her booth, stopping short when she recognized the young man sitting in the booth just before theirs, having dinner.  

“Hi!” She slid in across from him, wide smile on display.  

Daryl looked up from his food, eyes narrowing suspiciously at the sight of the kid at his table. “Can I help you?”

“You were at the graduation party.” She said, explaining that she had seen him kissing you down by the barn when she was playing by the oak tree. “Are you dating now?”

“Beth,” Hershel tore his youngest daughter’s attention away from Daryl, “why don’t we eat, leave Mr. Dixon to his dinner.”

“Evening Reverend,” he said, nodding to him.

Beth slid back out of the booth, waving at Daryl as she walked over the coveted corner booth. Hershel lingered for a moment, “heard ya got into a bit of a scuffle with Shane Walsh at my daughter’s graduation party?”

“He minded his own business, wouldn’t a been a scuffle at all.” He said, jaw tense. He’d let a lot of people get away with giving him a lot of shit over the years but he wasn’t about to let anyone suggest that what happened was his fault. Especially not when you had gotten hurt.  

“Listen,” Hershel said, still lingering at the booth, “I know you been spending time with my daughter’s friend. I just wanna be sure you got her best interest in mind.”  

“I ain’t doing anything ‘sides eating my dinner.”  

“Evening Reverend Greene,” you said, coming up beside him at Daryl’s booth. Hershel looked over at you as if you had interrupted his train of thought, quickly recovering with a smile.  

“How’re you doing?” He asked, accepting the hug you offered, rubbing your back before stepping closer to his own booth, catching Beth’s attention.

“Real good,” you replied, shooting Daryl a smile as you said it, “you two want some drinks before menus?”  

“I want a milkshake!” Beth piped up, getting out of the booth to give you a hug. You wrapped your arm around her, pulling her against your side.  

“What kind of milkshake do you want?” You asked.  

She scrunched up her nose, frowning as she considered the few flavors that Patricia offered in the way of milkshakes. Finally her eyes settled on Daryl again, who’d gone back to eating his dinner. “What flavor do you think I should get?” She asked, lifting her foot to prod the vinyl of the booth.  

Daryl looked over at her, “ya gotta go with chocolate,” he replied, glancing up at you for a moment before talking to Beth again, “just don’t let this one get ‘er hands on it, she’ll drink the whole thing.”  

“I will not!” You pouted, giving him your best attempt at a glare.  

Beth giggled, smiling at Daryl as she nodded her head, “okay, chocolate it is.”

You pushed her shoulders, guiding her back over to her booth, “lets go, dinner time.”  

She waved at Daryl as she walked away, smiling even wider when he waved back. You promised to be back with menus before leaving to get their drinks. The diner wasn’t very full, the Wednesday dinner hour really only attracting older couples and a few single people grabbing meals at the end of the day but it was slow, just you and Amy on tonight since Lori wasn’t feeling well.  

You circled back with menus and drinks for Hershel and then pit stopped at Daryl’s table, stealing a fry off his plate as you sat down across from him. “Rick tell you Lori’s baby shower is coming up?” You asked, nabbing another fry.  

Daryl poked your hand with his fork this time, “nah, doesn’t say much about it other than being excited.” He replied, “why?”

“Just wondered...Lori invited me but I'm not sure what to get her.” You didn’t think that Lori would invite Daryl, or even that she would let Rick have Daryl around at all but there was a small part of you that kind of thought it’d be nice to go together. Maybe a little wishful, but nice.  

“I ain’t shopping for baby stuff with ya.”

“You afraid people will talk?” You teased, leaning against the table.  

His cheeks turned red, the color staining all the way up to his ears and down his neck, “Don’t ya got work?”

Otis seemed to be on Daryl’s side, calling an order up for your side of the diner and forcing you back to work. You stole one more fry, turning to stick your tongue out at Daryl as you headed around the counter to get the meal. It wasn’t unusual for Daryl to drive you home from work but he never came inside and definitely never came early. You’d been surprised when he showed up at the diner, walking in and sitting down in your area without saying anything. The surprise hadn’t lasted long, Otis mentioning to you that he’d suggested to Daryl that stopping by might be a good idea.

“Saw Shane in here yesterday looking for you, so when I stopped by Dale’s earlier to get an oil change, I told Daryl about it, Patty said you two are sweet on each other and I’ve never known him to cause any trouble, not like his brother. Made me feel better thinking he’d be here in case that Walsh boy tried stopping in.” Otis had told you when you put Daryl’s order in. “Tell your boy to bring us some venison too, heard he was going hunting.”  

“I’m taking the weekend off to go with him.” You had mentioned when Otis put in the request.

“Tell him to watch his back.” Otis teased, leaning out the window separating the kitchen and the diner, “ya hear that Dixon, you watch your back with this one hunting.” He called.

“Will do,” he replied, nodding his head to Otis in agreement.  

Patricia was less enthusiastic about you going hunting with Daryl, a weekend alone together, but she said nothing about it to you. And if she said anything to her husband, he said nothing to you.  

Daryl finished dinner before you finished your shift, taking the book you offered him from your backpack and sitting there reading quietly as if he was unbothered having to wait around another hour for you. Beth kept peeking at him throughout dinner, and twice waved when he looked up at her. You passed a few times, always stopping if you had a minute to spare and bringing him coffee once on your way around the diner.  

When Beth and Hershel left you were clocking out in the back but Beth stopped to say bye to Daryl while Hershel paid, telling him she would see him around as if they were friends.  

“I’ll see ya ‘round kiddo.” Daryl promised.  

“Alright,” you sighed, coming over and sitting next to him as Beth and Hershel left the diner, “I’m clocked out and all yours.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek, watching him flush.  

“Lucky me,” he replied, doing his best to sound sarcastic though the slight uptick of a smile wasn’t missed by you. “You gotta be home?” He asked as the two of you stood, heading for the door.

“No, my mom thinks I’m staying at Tara’s since we got half-days...told me I better be looking for a place after graduation anyway.” You replied, “guess my time is up at home.”

“Where ya supposed ta stay?”

“I don’t know, Tara’s dad said he doesn’t mind me staying there but not sure I wanna be living there all the time...I’m gonna look for something.” You shrugged, climbing in the passenger seat of his truck and letting him shut the door after you.

He got in the driver’s side, starting the engine, “yer welcome to stay at mine, ain’t anything special though.”

“I don’t know...you’re there.” You replied, smiling when he scoffed.

-

The cabin in the woods was exactly that. And old cabin that Daryl’s great grandfather had built back in the early 1900s for his family to go hunting. It was proper hunting log cabin. Nestled back in the woods off a dirt path that made it almost invisible unless you were right on top of it. Daryl pulled the truck around back, cutting the headlights and engulfing everything in the pitch black of night. You knew you shouldn’t have insisted on stopping for dinner, especially after the late start, but you were starving.  

“This is usually like, the part of the movie when people realize they’re gonna get killed.” You mentioned, getting out of the truck and looking around at the woods as if you could actually see them.  

Daryl didn’t seem bothered by the dark as he got out, grabbing the bags and his crossbow before walking you to the door, “I ain’t gonna kill ya.”

“What if there’s a serial killer in the woods?” You asked, following Daryl into the house.  

He dropped the bags by the door and lit the lantern hanging at the wall. “I been coming here since I was a kid, ain’t ever seen a serial killer. Be dead if I had.”

“You’d be dead or he’d be dead?”

“He’d be dead.” Daryl replied, “I’m a good aim.”  

“I believe it.”  

The inside of the cabin wasn’t anything special. Old furniture, limited electricity, two small bedrooms off the living room, and, “tell me I’m missing the bathroom.”

“It’s outside.” Daryl replied, seemingly unbothered by saying so as he started putting food in the small refrigerator.  

“Outside as in...” you trailed off, standing in the doorway of one of the rooms, waiting for him to offer a further explanation, one that would bring this cabin further into the 21st century.  

“There’s an outhouse in the back.”

“Daryl Dixon, you did not bring me to a cabin in the literal woods with a toilet outside.” You replied, crossing your arms over your chest.  

“Ain’t that big a deal, I come out here all the time.”  

“Well I’m not going out there alone, just FYI...” you muttered, heading back into the room you’d claimed for yourself.  

The night in the cabin was a lot colder than you expected it to be in May. You had assumed the weather would be warming up but it seemed like a chill had set in around the cabin and you woke up in the middle of the night, room pitch black, freezing under the blankets that Daryl had given you.  

You sat up for a moment, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, carefully stepping out of bed. The wooden floor creaked beneath your feet, as cold as the rest of the room, and you walked out of the bedroom, going to the door next to yours, knocking.  

“Daryl?” You whispered, knocking on the door. “Daryl?”

Footsteps and then the door opened, Daryl standing there in pajama pants, rubbing his eyes. “What’re ya doing up?”  

“I’m freezing.”

“The walls ain’t insulated, ya need another blanket?” He asked.

Another blanket was not what you had in mind when you woke up and forced yourself out of bed in the middle of the night. “I was thinking I could come in?” You suggested.  

“Come in?” He repeated.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “no heat’s better than body heat...right?”  

Daryl narrowed his eyes at you though it was too dark for you to really tell at all. “I didn’t invite ya up fer that.” He clarified, as if maybe you had misinterpreted him wanting to spend time with you as something else.  

You shrugged, you were no blushing virgin and you doubted he was either but that wasn’t why you’d knocked on the door. If he had wanted to, you’d have few objections considering how it’d been that you’d been pining over him, since before Halloween and it was nearly the end of the school year. But really, you were just cold, and your first thought was getting warm. Particularly, getting warm by being close to him.  

“I just wanna lay with you.” You replied, watching as he pushed the door open further as if those had been the magic words. You stepped inside past him, beginning to walk around the left side of the bed when he grabbed your hand.

“That’s my side.”

“Fine.” You huffed, changing your route to the other side.  

The bed was old, just as uncomfortable as yours, but there was still that distinct feeling of warmth beneath the covers as you got in, burrowing down under them and getting as close to Daryl as he’d let you. If there was anywhere you were opposites it was in the amount of physical affection you had to give versus him. He tensed when you rested your head on his chest and wound and arm around his waist. You tried to shift further onto your side and felt his hand on your hip, maneuvering your leg over his to make both of you more comfortable.  

“Ya ain’t got pants on?” He whispered, realizing he was touching your bare skin.

“No, I’m just wearing a shirt. I always do.” You insisted.

“Now wonder yer cold, ain’t even trying ta stay warm.” He grumbled as if the chill was entirely your fault.  

“I am trying to stay warm! What do you think I’m doing in here?” You pinched his side and he let go of your hip to smack your hand. “Hey!” You huffed, changing the subject, “you remember when I fell asleep at your house at Thanksgiving?”  

“Course. Still haven’t given me those clothes back.”

You rested your chin on his shoulder, trying to see him in the dark as he turned his head to look at you, “Is that all you remember?”

“Nah, just figured I was due to hassle ya, considering yer always giving me a hard time.” He replied.

“I knew it then you know? That I wanted to be with you.” You admitted, not so shy about it or worried that he would kick you out of bed for saying so. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “I mean, I knew it at the party, when I bummed a cigarette off you and you let me sit outside with you.”

“I didn’t let ya do nothing, ya invited yerself.” He replied.  

“Yeah, cause I was trying to flirt with you!”  

“I knew what ya were doing.” Daryl said, “get some sleep, hunting starts early, deer ain’t gonna wait for chitchat.”

“Fine.” You kissed his shoulder one more time and laid your head down, closing your eyes. “When did you know?”

A heavy groan sounded, “When did I know what?”

“That you liked me?”

“Why’s it matter?” He asked.  

“Cause I wanna know. When were you like ‘heart eyes everytime you looked at me’.”

“Still waiting on it.”

“Daryl!” You pinched his side again and he smacked your hand.  

“Quite doing that, yer more annoying than my brother.” He replied. It was quiet for a moment, complete silence in the room and you were sure Daryl was focusing on going back to sleep when he finally spoke up again. “When I saw ya at the gas station with that kid Glenn.” He admitted, “now go to sleep.”

-

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[peach-the-owl]

Or something with the Cree trying to get rid of the child because she see's how they trigger memory's and want to stop it. But Lucien protects them saying how he needs them.

The Anomaly

Child of the Nein (Lucien & Child!Reader)

You genuinely had a hard time figuring out if what you were doing was worth it or not, the Tombtakers weren’t what you’d call "good people" and yet for some reason or another you just couldn’t bring yourself to abandon them. Perhaps it was your childish ignorance at the hope that maybe, just maybe there was a chance you could appeal to Lucien’s better nature or that a sliver of Molly was still in there somewhere. After all it was quite obvious Lucien had grown attached to you, not to mention he could, at times, recall very faint, blurred memories that belonged to Molly, all of which you were involved in. However you weren’t the only one to notice these little moments, a certain tabaxi was also catching on and was starting to perceive you as more of a threat because of it.

Moving ever closer in on the supposed end goal, you were met with an explosive greeting when entering the ruins of Aeor, something that could’ve easily killed you was shielded by Lucien taking the hit for you. You still took some damage and were left with a ringing in your ears as you look around to see Otis, Tyffial, and Zoran all unconscious, Cree badly damaged by the blow and despite Lucien taking most of the hit he was unaffected. Voices came out muffled over the sound of your fast beating heart, tuning out everything as you try and calm yourself from the near death experience. Looking over you can see a few looks of guilt aimed at you by the Nein, so wrapped up in their plans they’d most likely forgotten your presents, even catching sight of Essek with them who looked generally shocked to see you in the first place. You don’t have time to dwell on the matter long as you’re suddenly teleported to another location and on the move, coming back to your senses just in time to feel the effects of a magical quake shake through the area while making your way deeper into the ruins.

"Are ye alright?" Lucien asks kneeling next to you, taking a moment to catch your breaths.

"Ummm, yeah I-I think so." You reply, shaking yourself back into reality again. "Are you okay?" You already knew the answer to the question but just let the words slip out anyways.

"Perfectly fine." He gives you a side smile.

"Of course he’s fine, he’s untouchable." Cree huffs under her breath, though you still catch it. The three of you travel deeper into the ruins, fighting off any creatures that get in the way, Cree and Lucien doing most of the work while you stayed more to the sidelines as support. Finally you find a place to stop and rest taking some time to heal and bandage up your wounds while they conversed with each other. You zone them out as you look yourself over, at this point you now had 6 of those red eyes on you, still not fully sure what each of them do aside from now having darkvision. Those dreams where still present too, always welcoming you, always offering great knowledge and power. The power part you didn’t really need or care much for, but knowledge was a handy thing, however you tried not to fall too deep into their possible false promises. Things were so complicated now and it was hard and exhausting for you to deal with all of this because let’s be real here you were just a kid, you didn’t ask for all this, you just wanted to live a simple, happy, fun filled life with your friends… Who were you kidding, your life was never simple, happy and fun filled at times, yes, but never simple.

"I’ll take watch, you two rest up." Lucien's words pull you away from your thoughts you look up and watch him walk off to patrol the area, leaving you alone with Cree. You try to settle down but the hard stare from the tabaxi was not helping things and you end up staring back.

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing." She says with a low growl. Your brows furrow in confusion at her.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m not really doing anything." You reply, hoping to move away from whatever was happening here.

"Playing stupid isn’t going to work either, I know you’re a cunning one when you want to be." Sure she had a point, you could be quite the little charmer and deceiver but what did that have to do with your current situation? She suddenly pounces on you, one hand grabbing your neck, claws slightly digging into you, making you let out a small yelp.

"What's going on? What are you doing?" You weren’t really thinking, just letting words tumble out in fear and confusion.

"I should’ve gotten rid of you when I first had the chance, but I let you stay thinking you couldn’t do anything to harm our mission. I see now how wrong I was in assuming your presents wouldn’t affect Lucien like you have, placing that imposters memories into his mind! Once he sees how much of an infection you were he’ll be thankful." She sneers, her grip tightening around you as magic sparks to life in her free hand. Every joint in your body erupts in pain, like your blood was being moved in all the wrong directions as Cree holds her focus on you. Unable to move you let out a cry at the feeling of being split apart, then it stops, her weight on you disappears, the pain still lingers but is mostly gone. Slowly, hesitantly you crack open your eyes to see Cree partly sprawled on the ground, like she’d been thrown off of you and looking up nervously. You follow her gaze, landing on Lucien who steps in front of you like a barrier, and while you couldn’t see his face his menacing stance told enough as he then stalks over to the tabaxi.

"Cree." His voice comes out as a growl, while closing in on her. She scrambles to her feet, holding her arms out in defence.

"My Nonagon, please if you would just listen-" She’s cut off by Lucien grabbing hold on the collar of her coat and harshly slamming her up against the wall.

"You are treading very thin ice right now. If I were you I’d choose my next words carefully." His voice comes out as a hiss as he holds an intense stare on her. Cree takes a second to find her words before speaking.

"This child is an anomaly and they’re jeopardizing our goals, don’t you see it? They were originally with that imposter and yet you openly welcomed them. You'd rather save their life then the others, they don’t even serve a purpose! All this child's done is play a few measly songs. They’re messing with your head, and are nothing but trouble you have to believe me!" She explains, pointing an accusing finger in your direction. You never liked how they’d refer to Molly as some "imposter" but knew better then to speak up about it in this tense situation.

"Jeopardizing?" Lucien raises a questioning eyebrow at the word before letting out a low chuckle. "I can’t believe ya feel threatened by them. They have their purpose for being here just as much as you. They haven’t slowed us down either, it’s their rowdy friends that have been the largest obstacle to our plans."

"That’s the other thing, they're friends with those people, shouldn’t that be a sign of trouble?" As much as Cree tried to show confidence, she was shaking, especially when Lucien narrows his eyes at her.

"If anythin', yer the one losing sight to our goal, best get yerself back on track." He lets go of Cree causing her to slid down the wall a small ways before catching herself.

"Why keep them around? What’s their purpose? I have to know!" She blurts out without thinking, covering her mouth in self shock once Lucien gives her a pointed glare.

"You wanna know so badly, do ya?" He lets a sigh. "Fine. For yer sake think of it like this; every ruler needs an heir, every god an avatar." He pauses, giving you a chance to also let this information sink in, thoughts flooding your head trying to figure out if there was more meaning behind this. Cree also seemed to be having a hard time wrapping her head around what was said to her, she opens her mouth to say something but Lucien beats her to it. "Now that that’s all sorted out, this conversation is over. Since we don’t wish to rest here, let’s get a move on." He then walks over to you and offers a hand, with slight hesitance you reach up and take it letting him hoist you back onto your feet and start leading you farther down into darkened city of Aeor.

"Is-is that really all I’m here for?" You will up the courage to ask, looking up at him still a little confused, he stares back down at you with a softened expression compared to how he looked at Cree earlier.

"Only if ye want to look at it at face value. There’s more to it then that, but I suppose some just wouldn’t want to understand." He gives a side look over at his loyal cleric who now walks a bit of a distance behind the two of you.

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[shelby-love]

KELLY SEVERIDE

Chicago's IT Lawyer And Girlfriend

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: /

"I hate this." You whisper sleepily while fighting the urge to yawn. With your head against the window you scan the area in front of you.

So much press.

"I have to go there and give them a 5 minute long statement at 6 in the morning."

Kelly Severide doesn't fear the press and easily manoeuvres his car onto the free parking space, reserved for Chicago's finest law fighters only.

The muscled arms of your boyfriend easily turn off the car and wrap around you.

Bathing in your boyfriend's cologne is just the right thing you needed to be able to fight through the day.

"You got this. You're Y/N Y/LN." You snort at his words. They have a drop of mock in them but you know what he really means.

Ever since this case got out in the public, where you're representing an Interpol agent in a case gone wrong, you've been the news' favourite plaything.

Chicago's IT lawyer, they call you. Y/N Y/LN now holds serious weight. Luckily for you, you managed to snatch the heart of this hardworking lieutenant before you became so badass at fighting the law.

"I wish we can go eat after your shift is over," You admit. "But the press has been on my tail since this thing blew up."

Kelly isn't a stranger to the news outlets, he had his own share of being in the centre of their attention.

The kiss he gives you melts you in a puddle. It makes you weak in the knees like always and suddenly your stoney facade crashes and you become Y/N. Just Y/N.

"Crush them babe." Kelly encourages. "I'll be watching the news."

"Channel 9?"

"The firehouse watches you on Channel 6?" He tells you. Kelly just found out that his girlfriend is more in the spotlight then he ever thought possible for a hotshot lawyer.

"No, no, no... Channel  6 is rubbish. They make things up." You're quick to explain. "And what's even worse... They edit me to make it seem like I'm a heartless monster. I don't wanna be a heartless monster Kelly!"

"Okay... So channel 9 then?"

"Yes! That way when I meet your friends they don't think I'm heartless."

"You're not heartless baby." He says, his long fingers tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear.

You check your watch and realise that it's time to go. "I'll see you after shift?"

"Of course. Break a leg Y/N!" He yells once you're out of the car.

"Don't say that Kelly you know I'm clumsy!"

***

The 24 hour long shift is killing him. He spends more time in the common room than at the squad table because that's where the TV is.

After a lot of attempts he finnaly managed to get Mouch to switch the news to channel 9. Just how you told him to.

"Andy Holland. Never liked the guy." Mouch comments on the news reporter.

"Yeah like Miranda is any better. She just spreads lies." Kelly shoots back. The two channels are reporting things very differently and he's looking out for you.

"But it's kind of true." Brian agrees with Kelly. "Channel 6 makes it seem like Y/N's a monster. Andy gives her some credit at least."

"Thank you!" Kelly yells out to him.

"And why do you care Severide?" Cruz joins the discussion. "Sure she's hot and smart but there's no way you can get into her pants. Not hers."

This sparked Kelly's interest. They have no idea. "Oh really?"

Joe let's out a "mhmm" before retreating to the comfort of his bed.

At that moment, Kelly's phone dings, indicating a new message.

From Y/N [4:55 P.M]

Hey you left your wallet at my place. Want me to drop it off?

I'm meeting the client and my team at 7 and I'll be gone until the morning.

Night shift suckssss!

A smile sneaks up on his face without him even noticing. He types a reply quickly, full-heartedly inviting you to the firehouse with the simple message.

***

Just 15 minutes after the small exchange, you're outside the firehouse leaning against your sleek womanly car. You patiently wait for Kelly with sunglasses over your eyes.

You notice him jogging towards you and soon you're in his arms. "I missed you."

"We saw each other this morning Y/N."

You give him an offended look once you take your sunglasses off. "Can't a girl miss her boyfriend?"

"Yeah," He leans in for a tortured kiss, showing you just how much he missed you too. "She can."

You pull away blushing and move to grab your bag. Finally, you fish out his wallet and hand it to him. "Well. Here you go."

"Do you wanna come in?"

"Who? Me?" You're not really dressed to impress. You wanted your first encounter with them be normal. Normal as in you will dress up like a normal woman your age and act like it.

But in the outfit that consisted of a black pencil skirt, white blouse, black blazer and pointy heels you were meant for formality and formality only.

"I want them to meet you." He admits. "I realised how hard it will be to not talk about you. Everyone thinks that I'm way out of your league."

"Oh so your plan is to get me to meet them so you can brag about sleeping with me." For a second that thought hurt your heart.

"No, no, no, no... I just want to be able to brag about how amazing you are as a person. And how much I love you." He leans in until you're inches apart. "I want them to know that we're serious about each other."

He stays quiet for a moment before whispering "And also... They're fans of you."

"Well in that case." You loop your arm through his. "Let's go meet them."

***

"Hey Severide! Come see what they're saying about your imaginary girlf-" Mouch' words die right on his tounge when he sees who's on Kelly's arm. "Girlf-f-friend. Y/N Y/LN is that you?!" He points between the TV and your living body aggressively with his glasses.

"In the flesh... Mouch?" You remember his name because of the detailed description your boyfriend gave you.

"She knows my name! Oh my Trudy is going to be so happy." He puts his glasses back on and starts to work his way around his cellphone, eventually succeeding and calling Trudy Platt. "Stay right there." He tells you and dissapears. You can still hear him even though he isn't in your line of vision.

"How much did he pay you to play his fake girlfriend?" A dark haired man with an impressive mustache comes up to you. Absolutely chirping with joy, almost as if he isn't surprised at all. Mustache.

"Oh! You're Brian right? Or Otis? I don't know which one you prefer." You tell him shyly, embarrassed for not knowing what to call him.

"You can call me whatever." He wraps his hands around yours and places a kiss to the back of it. It brings slight blush to your cheeks and he sees that as the day's biggest victory.

"Okay Otis that's enough." Kelly steps in.

"Y/N Y/LN. I've heard so much about you." An older man comes up to you with glitter in his eyes. He enthusiastically takes your hand and instead of pressing a kiss to it like Otis did, he shakes it with such honor that surprises you.

"He's a fan." Otis fake coughs.

"Of course I am. Y/N I've been watching the news ever since it became public." He slowly pulls you away from your boyfriend and sits you at the long table. "I gotta say. You're great! Calm, cool, collected... A little bit cold but that's alright. My wife Cindy, let me tell ya. She loves you. Emphasis on loves."

You're lulled into his conversation that not even Kelly can get you away from him. Once you're done you realised one simple thing about the older gentleman - he loves to talk.

"Oh my my." Another voice appears by the door. "Y/N?"

"Um...hi. I'm here with Kelly nice to meet-"

The man pulls you into a bone-crashing hug. "You're with Severide?!"

The surprise in his voice and the knowing look on your boyfriend's face caught you off guard. "Yeah? He's my boyfriend."

You easily connect the name to the face. Joe Curz in the flesh.

"Hey, hey what's going on in here?" Another voice joins you and you recognise it. Truck's lieutenant and alderman, Matt Casey, joins you in the common room and stops when he sees you.

"Alderman Casey." You greet your old friend.

"Y/N Y/LN. Haven't seen you in a while." He gives your hand a firm shake for formality sake before you both drop the facade and pull each other in for a hug.

"Wait you two know each other?" Your boyfriend asks in shock. He did not expect this.

"Yeah. Matt and I met at a few events." You explain. "A few glasses of burbon and we were pronounced as friends. Didn't I tell you that?"

A pitch of guilt shoots through your body at the untold information but when you see Kelly smile you immediately relax. "Sorry I didn't tell you. Guess I forgot."

"Don't worry. How long until you have to go?" He asks you before sneaking his arm around your waist.

You check your watch. "An hour."

"Good. Let's have some fun." Kelly kisses your forehead and you join the rest of the buzzing firefighters.

When you leave the firehouse to go to work, you not only leave with the weight off your shoulders but a lot of new friends.

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[buckybarnesthehotshot]

v: i hate you but allie doesn’t (bucky barnes x reader)

i hate you but masterlist

summary: bucky and y/n can’t stand each other, but y/n needs help with her sister’s kids (enemies to lovers au)

word count: 1903

warnings: swearing, arguing, death, and this is not proofread

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A/N: HOLY SHIT 730+ FOLLOWERS?!? My tumblr’s gonna surpass my personal insta and i’m honestly not mad abt it ily alll

       “I can help you with that,” Bucky insisted as y/n pulled several plates from the cabinets under the counter. y/n gave him a questioning look, as though asking him why she was helping him, and he continued, “if you explain to me why you have a teenager and two kids in your apartment.”

       “Touché, but it’s actually two teenagers, so ha! You were wrong about another thing,” y/n chuckled before her features softened as her gaze wandered to the closed acacia door down her hallway, “My nephew, Ethan is sulking in his room. Honestly, I can’t blame the kid,” y/n explained. With every word that spilled from her lips, Bucky found himself growing more and more curious over y/n’s current situation.

       “How’d you end up with them all in your apartment?” Bucky questioned before adding a quick, “I’m not going to say no offense because that would be a lie, but you look really tired.”

       “Gee, thanks. You sure know how to charm a lady,” y/n rolled her eyes, shoving the plates in Bucky’s hands.

      “I was quite the ladies’ man back in my time,” Bucky winked, placing the plates on top of the place mats y/n had already set on the glass table.

       “I almost forgot you were an old man,” y/n snickered, setting the silverware on the table with one hand and placing Allie in her highchair with the other arm.

       “Didn’t your parents teach you to respect elders and learn to answer questions?” Bucky raised a brow, referencing his previous question.

       “What question?” y/n spoke in confusion as she buckled Allie into the seat. The toddler giggled whilst slamming her palms against the plastic table. y/n made a note not to leave the bowl of baby food there.

       “The one where I asked how you ended up having to take care of two kids and two teenagers,” Bucky chuckled awkwardly, watching y/n struggle to open a jar of baby food. Who knew it would take one jar of baby food to defeat one of SHIELD’s greatest agents?

       Before y/n could reply, Bucky didn’t notice the kid from earlier, Jackson as he would soon learn, was seated at the table and responded for her, “Mommy’s on a trip with daddy and Livvy and Ethan are sad about it,” came his petite voice.

       Bucky, knowing damn well “on a trip” was most likely a code for something he’d encountered quite a lot, gave y/n a look. She only responded with a sad smile as she poured the contents of the jar into a bowl.

       “Jackson, tell Olivia and Ethan breakfast’s ready, please,” y/n requested, earning an eager nod from the boy before he jumped out his seat and rushed to his sister’s side.

       Bucky approached y/n, looking for more answers regarding the kids. He knew this might have been the only opportunity he had to ask y/n without the kids—with the exception of Allie who could barely understand a thing—about what happened to the kids’ parents and what role she played in the kids’ lives.

       “Please don’t tell me you killed their parents and took them in as your own. I think I saw a movie like that once. It was pretty fucked up,” Bucky chuckled but immediately stopped when he saw the way her face dropped at the mention of the kids’ parents.

       “Their mom, she was my sister. I found out a few days ago she died in a car crash and the next thing I knew, the kids were being dumped on me,” y/n spoke, eager to finally explain her situation to somebody even if that somebody was Bucky, someone she clashed with more often than not.

       “What about their dad? Surely, he should’ve been the one to deal with the kids,” Bucky questioned, his brows furrowing.

       “I don’t know where that ass is right now or what he’s doing. That deadbeat killed my sister,” y/n growled, gripping tightly onto the marble counters. Bucky had no idea what to tell her. He’d never been in a situation where he had to comfort his teammate who not only lost their sister, but had to take custody of the kids too!

       Due to Bucky’s inability to speak, and y/n having nothing else to say, they stood there in an awkward silence as y/n stacked pancakes onto the plates one-by-one and topping them with a big scoop of gelato.

       Their mother used to make the best pancakes and top them off with gelato. She and Cassy got the exact recipe which really came in handy when Jackson asked for “Pancakes, please? The way mommy makes them” when y/n asked him what he wanted for breakfast.

       After a few moments of silence, Ethan, Olivia, and Jackson joined them at the table, all silently pulling themselves a seat. Jackson didn’t know why, but whenever his big brother was in the room with his Auntie y/n, there was a somber mood cast upon the room as though there was a rule telling them not to utter a word.

       Ethan sat at the farthest end of the table, Olivia took the seat parallel to y/n’s, while her little brother took the seat next to her. Bucky, not really knowing what to do, stood there awkwardly by the countertop before y/n motioned for him to take the seat next to him where she’d also set a plate of pancakes.

       He took the seat next to her as the table fell into a state of silence while he ate away at his pancakes as y/n turned to Allie and fed her. He would never admit it to y/n, but her pancakes were beyond amazing. Never in a million years did he think to top ice cream with gelato or ice cream until that day.

       “Auntie y/n, is he your husband?” Jackson was the first to break the silence as he stared curiously at Bucky.

      “What makes you think that, buddy?” y/n chuckled awkwardly as Bucky kept his gaze to the plate of pancakes in front of him.

       “Well, daddy always sits at the table beside mommy and he’s her—” Jackson tried to explain only to get cut off by his sister sobbing, “Livvy, you okay?”

       “These pancakes taste just like mom’s! It’s the same fluffiness, same taste, and same brand of gelato for god’s sake!” she sobbed, shooting up from the table and staring down bitterly at the plate of pancakes in front of her.

       “Damn it, Liv, she’s trying to replace mom, can’t you see?” Ethan snarled before turning to face y/n, “You will never be as good as mom ever was. Yes, these pancakes taste like hers, but you won’t replace her just because she’s dead and dad’s in prison!” he cried out before bolting down the hall and back to the room he was previously shutting herself in. Olivia’s features softened a little as she saw the look of hurt on y/n’s face,

       “It’s okay, aunt y/n. I know you’re not trying to replace mom. He’ll come around,” Olivia tried to reassure y/n that through the sobs as she wrapped her arms around her. y/n just nodded slowly in response to the hug.

       “God, I wish grandma and grandpa got custody of us instead!” Ethan’s voice boomed from the room as both Allie and Jackson began crying.

       “Mommy’s dead and daddy’s going to jail?” Jackson cried, a broken expression on his face. y/n rushed to his side, wanting to lie to him and tell him Cassy was coming back, but she couldn’t. She was going to have to explain it all to Jackson some time; she just didn’t expect that time to be at 9:49 in the morning.

        “I’m sorry, buddy,” y/n’s voice broke as she wrapped her arms around the crying boy. Bucky knew he couldn’t just sit there and watch the scene unfold. He knew he had to do something; anything! He hesitantly got up from his seat and moved to the highchair where the baby—Allie—was seated as he unbuckled the seatbelt keeping her on the chair as he hesitantly lifted her up with his flesh arm.

       “Shh, it’s going to be okay. Your auntie y/n’s going to be here and your older siblings are going to be okay,” he whispered as he began cradling Allie against his chest. He didn’t know whether or not he was holding the baby right or if he should’ve been rocking her, but it worked. She calmed down as her cries turned to quiet babbles.

       Bucky nearly panicked at how quickly she became quiet in fear that he’d knocked the toddler out. He held her out again to see if she was—well, alive. She smiled up at him, her big doe e/c eyes piercing into his baby blues. Bucky Barnes was never one to care for kids—not since he became the Winter Soldier—but this was different. A baby, who he was holding in his arm, smiled up at him as she reached for his metal arm? His heart melted at the sight.

       “Otie?” she questioned him, her brows furrowing. He took a seat on the chair, not sure if he could trust himself with a baby while he stood up, before chuckling.

       “I’m not your otie y/n, kid. She’s a little busy at the moment, but I’m her much better teammate, Bucky,” he smiled down at her.

       “CKY!” she exclaimed excitedly, trying to jump up. He readjusted the way he carried her, seating her onto his lap while his hands—both metal and flesh—supported her weight to keep her from tipping over.

       “Close enough, kid,” Bucky chuckled, “So, what’s your name?” Bucky didn’t think his morning would lead to this; witnessing y/n trying to console a kid while he talked to a one-year-old.

       “Ayee!” she exclaimed, a wide smile on her face.

       “Ayee?” Bucky questioned, raising a brow at her, making Allie laugh.

       “A-yee,” Allie repeated slowly.

        “Al-lie?” Bucky questioned, his brow still raised as Allie reached for his face, smacking her hands against his eyebrows.

       “AYEE!” Allie exclaimed happily, clapping her hands to celebrate getting Bucky to correctly say her name.

     “Allie, huh? Is that your name, kid?” Bucky questioned as Allie slammed her hands against his face excitedly.

       “CKY!” she giggled as he continued making faces for the girl. Never in a million years did he think a baby would feel at ease with his present. He was learning new things that day, he shrugged.

       “You can’t be Bucky, I’m Bucky” he chuckled as Allie found herself pulling against his beard.

       “Cky!” Allie insisted.

       “No, you’re Allie. I’m Bucky,” Bucky chuckled, poking at her squishy cheek.

       “I Ayee, you Cky?” she repeated, a smile on her face.

       “Exactly,” Bucky smiled.

       “So, you’re Cky now, huh?” he turned to see y/n standing there, her nephew—whose sobbing was coming to an end—in her arms as she grinned at the sight of Bucky with her niece in his lap.

       “Only because you stink at your job here too,” Bucky scoffed.

       “Rude,” y/n mumbled to herself as she set Jackson down on his seat with a ‘you’re going to be okay, buddy’ as she picked Allie up from Bucky’s lap and set her back onto the highchair so she could continue feeding the toddler. As a matter of fact, Olivia’s sobbing even calmed down a bit as she downed the stack of pancakes her aunt prepared for her.

a/n: this chapter was brought to u by my gelato (my mom kinda got made because it was expensive but yknow a girls gotta treat herself) and me wanting ice cream 

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[all-the-names-are-taken-aaaaa]

Marinette had seen a lot of things. Marinette had done a lot of things. None of those things could have prepared her for this.

"Mama?" Marinette asked as she looked at her birth certificate, her real one. It has the names her mama's, her papa's, and a third persons "You were in danger. we all were. There was a war. It ended just this year. It is up too you but he wants to meet you." Sabine struggle to figure out how to explain. "How is this even possible? Is papa actually my dad or is this person" Marinette says still looking at the paper. "Both are. This is going to sound crazy. It was magic. There is a long process for the heir to find their mate or mates. We are not exactly sure what that is. Only the heir knows. We were not natives eather so we really couldn't know that family secret." Sabine explains.

Marinette was at least relieved that her parents were infact her parents. Magic was involved though. She is going to have a talk with the kwamis. "So I have a third parent that happens to be from a very important family in a foreign land. Said parent wants to meet me and left a present for my 17 birthday should I not get too meet them before then. And my 17 birthday is in three weeks" Marinette would normally have a panic attack now but honestly the current need to absorb as much information as possible was preventing that.

Sabine hesitated "Yes. Your papa is meeting with him right now since he had to come to Paris for a last minute meeting. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I understand why before ladybug and Chat that would sound pretty unbelievable and it was to protect me. Just overwhelmed" Marinette saying looking at her mama.

"I'll give you some space. Just call if you need me" Sabine is worried. She greatly missed him but any contact would have put Marinette in danger. Marinette came first before anything else they all agree to that. She really hopes Marinette will take everything well.

Marinette sighed "Tikki do you know anything about this?" The tiny god comes out of her hiding spot "Yes. I do. I did not realize you are the heir. It has to do with before the Miraculouses were created. A mortal who kept up our temples was rewarded and the reward was passed down from generation to generation." Tikki explained "the gift is to find our mate or mates?" Marinette responds. "Yes but not all mates have to be romantic. There are some platonic and some enemies. Some people don't have any." Tikki explains hesitantly "you would have gained the ability to see it as guardian eventually. It may help with your training."

The next day Marinette goes to school as usual. That day Miss. Bustier gives a presentation on how a 17 year war had just ended between two very important nations. She also explains how many children were sent away for protection including the princess of the winning nation. An old and powerful nation. It did explain some of the stuff her mama didn't have time too. Lila imminently took to telling stories about actually being on of the children and how she secretly visited her father. Marinette simply rolls her eyes. Her classmates pushed her away little by little. Sure she was sad but it gave her the chance to reevaluate her choices in heros and get more commissions done.

Sure enough by lunch the Ladyblog had a story about Ladybug's best friend being of of the children sent away for protection. Lila made sure she was the center of attention as always.

Marinette was pretty good at ignoring Lila by this point. And she did just fine for two weeks but it's pretty hard to miss people whispering princesse and pointing at Lila. Apparently the Kings refused to tell anyone who the princess is deciding a normal childhood was best for her. So Lila decided to claim it.

People in the class were treating Lila like a princess while glaring at anyone who didn't. The rest of the school seemed to ignore it much like Marinette wanted too. Today was the day she is meeting her father so she couldn't let this get too her.

Anything Lila claimed they believed so now they believed Marinette bullied Lila, soon to be Queen. Them ignoring her turned to them defending the princesse. Some like Juleka and Nino were ignoring the situation or unaware of it. The class would randomly mention something Marinette "did" to their princess. A few times she was tripped. Marinette could see Lila's smirk too bad the rest of the class didn't.

When it was finally time to leave Marinette was confronted by Lila and her sheep just beside the stairs. Marinette tried to show know emotion but when people are yelling false accusations and yelling about how they wish they were never your friends it hurts. Then suddenly Alya said "hey Lila didn't she push you down the stairs yesterday." Lila came closer as Alya said "an eye for an eye" Marinette processed the fact both of them had pushed her. Marinette also processed the screams of horror from other students. She faintly remembers Alya proclaiming protection of Lila. But Marinette never processed the pain.

The next day Marinette wakes up in a hospital. "Think God. Sabine! Tom! She's awake" an unfamiliar woman in a suit yells. Her parents rush in to hug her. "We just went out to talk to the doctors." Sabine explains and moves to give the girl a box of pastries. A doctor comes in "Miss. Marinette Dupain-Cheng what's the past thing you remember?"

Marinette sits up. "I was pushed. I remember screams." The doctor nods "You were knocked out from the fall but seem to have only some heavy bruising. You will have to give a statement given the severity of the action taken against you."

After the doctors left and she had given her statement and prevented everyone in the room from being akumatized, Marinette is left a lone to rest. Except the women in the suit. Marinette begins to panic because she needs to check on Tikki. "Miss? I am your bodyguard. My name is Wellstone. Your kwami is alright. She is resting with an energy Stone in your purse. No your parents do not know. I only know because she needed the stone and I had it." The woman explains to the now panicking teen "I am also partly magical. Your father hired me because of that. He sent me here as soon as he realized there was a threat. He didn't know if you would be comfortable seeing him yet."

Marinette took a minute to calm down. She remembers Tikki explaining energy stones. They were used to worship gods away from temples and kwamis can use them to regain energy if they are charged. "Was she hurt?" Marinette could forgive herself if Tikki was hurt because of her. "No she did heal you some though." Miss Wellstone explains. "You are magical?" Marinette asks. "Yes I can sense energy stones and identify if something is magical."

This could be useful in finding hawkmoth. Tikki choose to come out at that moment to hand the stone back and then check over Marinette.

*the day before not long after the confrontation*

Alya and Lila were both arrested. They are allowed visitors but not allowed to leave witch they are both having a fit about. Everyone had given statements and the police were stressed enough with one girl claiming to be the daughter of a imbasiter and a King. It most definitely did not help when it was revealed to them that the girl they attacked was actually the princesses and this was definitely an international issue. The parents had yet to make it to see their daughters given that they had to have the situation explained to them and it did not look good. Apparently the Lila girl had lied a lot and convinced the other girl, Alya too post everything she lied about on her formerly highly credible blog. Now Miss. Rossi, Marlena Césaire, and Otis Césaire are being warned of possible defamation cases against their daughters. A team is going over the security footage of the school to see if any of the claims against one Marinette Dupain-Cheng is true. Though all that has been found is Lila threading Marinette and trying to frame her for things. Only one person came in other than the families. A boy Named Nino came to see or rather end things with Alya Césaire.

"ALYA SHUT UP" the boy bellowed. "How the hell could Lila have walked away without a scratch from being pushed down the stairs?"

Alya simply said "good luck from ladybug duh"

"Even if that was possible. It wouldn't have been an eye for an eye. Marinette could die. That is attempted murder." The boy us trying to get her to understand

"She did it first."

"No Alya she didn't. I'm done. Alya did you even look at Marinette? You never talked to me about these outlandish claims. Lila never made or said any of these things around me. Don't you think that's suspicious? You can not just play with someone's life. Even if she did what Lila said. You should have turned her in not took revenge that could kill her."

"But Lila is a princess-"

"No she isn't and if she was she would have just caused an international problem. I'm done Alya goodbye"

The girl was unstoped by this. Loudly proclaming he would be back when she was proven right.

Eventually the parents got to see their kids. Miss. Rossi looked down at her child. "Why did you go after her?" Lila started to cry "she was so horrible mom-" Miss Rossi slammed her hands on the table "cut the crap. WHY DID YOU GO AFTER HER" Lila shrunk back "she didn't believe you did she? That's it. You attacked her because she wouldn't let you live this fantasy life created through lies. In pretending to be a princess and connected to all these celebrities you attacked an actual princesses whose actually connected to celebrities you lied about. You caused an international problem and have had your diplomatic immunity revoked. And more and more just keeps coming to light. I brought you here to get away from your father not become him." Miss Rossi left the room a minutes later. Lila continuously mutters they were harmless lies.

Alya's parents try to explain the situation but she won't listen to them. Anything they say Alya says not to listen to Marinette's lies. Alyas mom finally snaps "we haven't see Marinette. We haven't heard anything other than she was knocked out from the fall. For all we know she could be dead. Everything we are telling you came from Lila's mom, the police, or the Kings personal lawyer. Marinette is the princesses. You did not protect a princesses you nearly if not killed on." They left but Alya still looked unconvinced.

*back to present*

"Your father said he could meet for lunch if you would like." Miss Wellstone states guiding the girl to the car with her parents. "Yes that would be nice After everything I would like something other than hospital food." Marinette say. Wellstone giggles.

Marinette wasn't surprised by the expensive restaurant. She was surprised by the extra security. "Hi" she she said nervously. "It's a pleasure to finally get to see you. I'm sorry about everything." He states sitting across from her. "It was for my safety so I understand" kwami knows the amount of things she did for others safety.

"Yes but I should have sent a body hard at the very least. You are royalty and you could have died" He explains. "I'm what now?" Marinette explains before even realizing it. He shifts uncomfortably "I thought someone would have told you since you were attacked. I'm the king. You are the princess."

Marinette nods in the I know what you are saying and I understand but it will be a while before reality hits way. "The gift from the kwamis?" Marinette eventually asks. "Yes. Just pit the necklace on on your birthday and you'll be able to see your soulmate color. It's different for each of us."

Unknown to them someone had gotten a picture of them. As the day went on several questions were answered. Like Marinette is not required to take the thrown.

Marinette returns to school the next week with a necklace with a key on it. She is also accompanied by Miss. Wellstone. Many people in her class try to apologize but are blocked by Miss Wellstone. Marinette is not ready to talk to anyone she says repeatedly. Nino walls up and Miss Wellstone is about to enterup "chill not here to talk. Just gonna had you this and be on my way." He hands her two boxes and a card. Birthday presents from him and Juleka. Before opening then she takes a look at the two. Both Nino and Juleka are family. Miss Wellstone looks at Marinette who simply nods. Opening the boxes she finds new sketchbooks and other drawing supplies. The card is an apology, a happy birthday and their new numbers. They changed them while she was out. Adrian does end up talking to her at lunch. He tries to get her to have her father drop the charges. "Adrien I could have died." Marinette snaps. "But you didn't so there's no reason to ruin their lives" Adrien said. "Adrien even if I was to drop the charges. It is still international. They are still facing decimation lawsuits." Marinette tried to explain. "Couldn't you-" Adrien starts. "What? Beg people not to sue? Do you honestly still not see the damage she caused?" Marinette tries to hold her voice even. Adrien just looks at her "Fine I'll show you."

Marinette stood up and shouts "Adrien knew she was lieing the entire time because ladybug called her out when she tried to lie to him about being a hero. He just tried to guilt me into dropping the charges. He also kept telling me while she was bullying me to take the high road." Adrien looks at her helplessly as classmates begin talking loudly and she walks away leaving him to face the music.

Marinette looks down suddenly realizing she has gained a peace of jewelry. She ducks into an empty classroom. "Hello plag. Do you have someone you would like to go too?" Marinette asks. "Kagami seems good" Marinette nods before suiting up to give Kagami the ring. As it turns out Kagami is family as will. Chloe is family. Luka has the potential to be a mate. Apparently mates aren't set in stone soulmate bounds can change over time. Jagged and Penny are family. Lila is an enemy and shockingly Gabriel Agrest is an enemy.

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[slasherhaven]

Hello, if it's not too much could I maybe get Otis/Baby calming their SO down after SO sees a murder for the first time? Maybe reassuring the SO they aren't gonna kill them?

Otis Driftwood and Baby Firefly calming their S/O down after they witness them murdering someone:

Otis Driftwood

You had just ran, after breaking out of your frozen state anyway. You had only come to visit your boyfriend, the last thing you expected was to see him brutally murdering a man in the living room whiling cursing him out, you would later learn that this man had been an escaped victim. Of course, you were never meant to see it.

You had been frozen, stunned by the scene, but when Otis lifted himself away from the victim and noticed you, you knew you had to move. When his gaze settled on you, blood-splattered face dropping slightly, you turned and ran right back out the door.

It was a lost cause, you knew that. The house was far away from anything else, from anyone or any main roads, you would probably tire before you reached help. But you didn’t even make it to the end of the property before Otis caught up to you.

The whole time you could hear him shouting after you, along with his rushed footsteps. You were just nearing the property line when you felt a hand grab your arm, pulling you back to crash against him. You fought and thrashed against his hold, crying and pleading with him to let you go, but he just wrapped his arms around you and held you tighter.

He attempted to shush you but you continued to thrash and shout at him. It was long before you began to wear yourself out and you accepted that nobody was going to help you and he wasn’t going to let go, so you stopped fighting but the crying didn’t stop. You just saw your boyfriend brutally murdering a man, covered in blood and unfazed by it, of course you were emotional.

“I’m not gonna hurt ya, okay?” you finally started processing Otis’ words properly, actually hearing what he was saying. “I’ll let go but ya gotta promise not to run, alright?” he told you but you weren’t sure how to respond. “Y/n?” he prompted an answer and you just nodded, agreeing but not trusting your voice. 

Like he promised, Otis released you. As soon as he let go, you jerked forward away from him, and turned back to him. You were looking at him with fear in your eyes and he couldn’t even blame you, and he couldn’t blame you for running, what else were you supposed to do?

“What...what the fuck, Otis?” was all you managed to say and you were even surprised you were capable of asking that. 

“Just come back to the house with me” he didn’t answer and that only worried you more. What was he hiding? 

“I’m not going back in there!” you exclaimed, eyes widening slightly. There was no way you were walking back into the house where a dead body was just laying after being killed by your boyfriend.

“Don’t worry the others are cleanin’ up” Otis assured you, or at least attempted too. It wasn’t exactly what you wanted to hear in that moment.

“Cleaning up?” you were in disbelief. “Who was that guy?” you asked. 

“I don’t fuckin’ know” Otis scoffed, as if the question was ridiculous. 

“Did he...break in or something?” you asked, hoping that there was a better explanation for all of this. Yes, Otis would have still killed someone but maybe you could deal with it if it was in self defence.

Otis knew what you were doing and he knew that he had to decide whether he tells you to truth or not. “No. Baby brought ‘im back” he decided to be honest with you.

“...you’ve done this before” it wasn’t even a question, it was a statement. Maybe, deep down, you had known something was wrong. You knew Otis was...strange and morbid and violent with people, maybe you were just in denial, kept pushing away any concerns and ignored what was right in front of you this whole time. All those red flags that you over looked where now overwhelming you.

Otis didn’t respond to that because he didn’t need too. “C’mon” he reached out to take hold of you, to take you back to the house, but you stepped away from him. “Fuck” he muttered to himself, trying to figure out how to approach this, he’s not exactly the most sensitive person.

“Ain’t gonna hurt ya” it was more messed up that you believed him but he had never given you a reason not too before now. He had never hurt you, he had never been violent or aggressive towards you even though you had seen him act that way towards others. “Promise” it was sincere. Damn it.

“You’ve got to explain everything...” you told him. He couldn’t leave you oblivious, he needed to tell you everything that he had been hiding if he ever wanted you to be able to trust him again. Plus, you knew that he wasn’t about to let you leave without making sure you wouldn’t go to police or anything.

Otis agreed to tell you everything as long as you returned to the house with him. You just didn’t expect the grotesque confessions he was about to make. One murder was one thing...but what you were about to learn couldn’t be easily overlooked.

Baby Firefly

All you had wanted was to go to your girlfriend’s house and spend some time with her but instead you found her in the living room of her home, standing over a man with his blood everywhere. Before she noticed you, she had muttered something to the body, before kicking them and laughing a little to himself. 

“Baby, what the fuck is going on?” you asked, giving her the benefit of the doubt that she has a good reason or explanation for all of this. She was your girlfriend and you loved her, of course you wanted this to be one big misunderstanding despite the evidence right in front of you. Surely there had to be a reasonable explanation...

“This prick didn’t know how to do as he’s told” she sighed, dropping the knife she had used to kill him. 

“Baby...?” you asked, quietly processing the scene. She had definitely killed this man and she didn’t seem to care at all.

“Baby! Did you deal with-” Otis’ voice caught your attention as he came into the room, but he stopped talking when he saw you, realising that you were seeing far too much. “You better fucking deal with that” he ordered his sister, pointing at you.

“I will” Baby rolled her eyes, acting completely unfazed by everything that was happening.

That’s when you realises that this hadn’t been an accident, it wasn’t a case of self defence, both of the siblings were involved in this person’s death and you had to leave. Without even thinking, you spun around and darted for the door. 

“Hold on, hold on, hold on” Baby jumped into action quickly, hurrying after you. She caught you just as you reached the door, quickly slamming to shut just as you began to pull it open. “It’s alright, Doll, we ain’t gonna hurt ya” she assured you when you turned to her and she noticed your tears. 

You had no idea what to do or say, you were just frozen and staring at her with wide teary eyes. 

“It’s all going to be okay, come one, let’s get you outta here” her tone was surprisingly comforting considering the brutality she was able commit only moments before. You knew you could leave, there was nowhere for you to run, you just had to trust that she wouldn’t hurt you. 

So, you barely nodded, but Baby placed a hand on your back and guided you to her bedroom. Once you stepped into her room, she closed the door and sat you down on her bed. 

“What did you do, Baby?” you asked carefully, finally finding your voice. 

“Don’t worry, we ain’t gonna get into trouble” she assured you, as if that was your main concern. You hadn’t even thought about the possibility of her getting arrested for murder, you were still processing the actual crime. 

“You killed him...” vocalising it was even worse, Baby had killed somebody. Right in the middle of her living room and now you were sitting in her bedroom with her. God, his blood was still on her... 

“Aw I don’t like hidin’ things from ya, I just didn’t want to scare ya” Baby sighed. She didn’t make a move to sit beside you, instead standing in front of you. Probably so that she was between you and the door in case you tried to make a run for it. 

“Well, I’m pretty fucking scared now” you nearly scoffed. The tears had stopped rolling down your cheeks but your eyes still felt watery.

“I know, I’m sorry” her apology seemed oddly sincere.

“Can you just explain what is going on?” you pleaded, desperate for some sort of explanation. 

“You sure you want that?” she asked, giving you an unsure look. 

“You just killed someone!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air as you stood from the bed. She killed someone and now she’s asking if you’re sure you want an explanation. You needed one. 

“And look how you’re reacting to that!” she threw her hands up as well, matching your theatrics.

“Baby!” you snapped, needing her to tell you what was going on and stop avoiding the subject. 

“Sorry! Okay!” she apologised again, finding herself glad that the two of you could fall into some sort of familiar banter, even with how frightened you were.

Baby agreed to tell you everything and you would soon learn why she had been so reluctant to do so, but she had to be honest because it was obvious to you that something was very wrong in this house.

She didn’t know how you would react but she was sure that it wouldn’t be good. What she did know was that she would be there to comfort and reassure you, no matter how you reacted. 

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