#anyways i am aware that i am wrong i am just amused at how she's managed to unintentionally make me go yikes

[scintillyyy]

anyways i have been delightfully chewing on tdr 7 for the past couple of days and the thing is i can absolutely see the intent to establish tim-bernard as this romantic couple who are well suited for each other. like, this is clearly a ship meghan is super invested in as tim's canon romance and she clearly has a love for it and for the character of bernard she is creating. i can see the clear intent of "see this is why they adore each other". and i genuinely think that since dc is trying to play it safe with tim's & jon's romances (and pushing bernard as tim's boyfriend in other media as well) i can't picture them doing anything that would indicate that this is anything but a wholesome romance.

however, this means that, interestingly to me, meghan has unintentionally created what i personally find to be a fairly unhealthy, potentially toxic dynamic between the two of them. and i can see exactly how that happened too!! like there are two main factors here to me: 1) meghan's tendency to enjoy and write very fandom-y tropes and 2) meghan's tendency to metatextually comment on her critics.

from the first perspective, we have bernard as she has created him: he's so in love with tim because tim is his savior, tim is saving him from his terrible life, tim saves him from the villain. tim is special! he has figured out tim, but because he is the perfect one for tim, he will wait patiently for tim to open up to him and just be understanding until tim is ready. and this isn't bad on its own! these are all common fiction tropes, especially in action-romance (and comic books in general) when you're trying to justify why your characters work together as a couple. there has to be something that links them together, after all. the damsel in distress/man who saved them trope is a tale as old as time. so, too, is casting the love interest as the person who understands your main character better than anyone else in the world, that's, after all, what sets them apart from all the others. (it's also very common as a fanfic trope--especially in the fandom of old, when ship manifestos were a thing and a lot of the basis of some fanfics were this idea of "well, this is why my non-canon ship/why this person is way better for <character> than anyone else"). but then we mix those tropes with this idea of "bernard has a sad life with no other support", it ends up really casting bernard as very codependent and potentially desperate in his reliance on tim. and then when she pairs that with the story she is crafting for tim: that of someone who is just starting to discover himself, who is very unsure of his place in life, who is actively in the honeymoon phase of his relationship where everything bernard does is perfect to him, it creates this very potentially uneven dynamic: tim is new to all of this and unsure of everything (he didn't even know if they were dating-dating for 6 months! he is living in this ambiguous place where he doesn't necessarily know the rules and everything is muddy) and the person who he is looking to for guidance in all of this (bernard, who is much more confident with this relationship and is the one who initiated it) is someone who is in turn desperately reliant on tim continuing to love him because he needs tim as his savior. so unintentionally, she's created a potentially unhealthy dynamic for this couple off the bat.

and then to touch on the second perspective, which is her tendency to metatextually comment on her critics--such as she did with all of yj:dc. in this case it's the (slighty cringey) dialogue towards the end where bernard is like "i always knew you weren't straight" (paraphrased). like this is clearly meghan herself commenting on her homophobic critics who are very upset that tim is now bisexual while also acknowledging that there were definitely reasons why tim was, for the many years before he officially came out, seen as not entirely straight by fandom. bernard then is speaking for fandom when he basically says "even though dixon and willingham definitely never intended this, the subtext was there and it was valid." however!! from a purely in-text standpoint i cannot stress how dialogue like this makes the hair on the back my neck rise. like. i don't even let my husband say shit that implies he knows me better (or has always known me better) than i know myself. that is a red flag in a partner. in my dating days, i used to get assholes try shit like that ("i could tell you were <insert whatever here>") and it was an immediate non-starter for me. stuff like that should be on a list of traits in a partner to avoid at all costs tbh. paired with this idea that bernard has figured out all of tim's deepest, darkest secrets that tim has not told him (even though tim definitely knows he knows) is kind of...hrm, uncomfortable (?) to me. idk this might just be a personal squick for me in a relationship, but just the whole "i know someone better than they know themselves" is just...nagl, imo, especially when bernard is the one who has been the more confident and proactive one of the relationship from the get-go, because now tim is written as trying to figure himself out and bernard is being written as the person who knows tim so deeply, he knows everything that tim needs from him and who he needs to be for tim and that's the person who is showing tim who is really is. just...not an ideal dynamic imo. that's usually not a hallmark of a super healthy relationship.

+ tied with the possessiveness of immediately giving a necklace with a letter of his first name (again, metatextual to assure critics that bernard is here to stay and is tim's love interest now) so that he can always be with tim as tim's lucky charm. idk there's just a lot that raises several red flags to me.

especially when paired with point one--where bernard has unintentionally been given traits that very well could be seen as bernard having a very vested interest in ensuring that tim stays somewhat dependent on him because bernard is so dependent on tim being with him. bernard wanting to always be with tim has a bit of a darker edge when paired with bernard needing tim as his lifeline from his terrible life. and tim, who is figuring himself out and still in the honeymoon stage would not necessarily see these things as the potential red flags they are (though also, not to pin this all on bernard: tim having a tendency to be self-sacrificing for his loved ones would definitely enmesh himself in this dynamic and feel personally responsible for making sure that he is bernard's savior and would absolutely feed into these toxic dynamics)

and i can tell!! very much!! that this is not how meghan is not intending this relationship to be read. like this is way more insidious than i'm sure meghan is intending. like, i know i am objectively wrong here and i genuinely don't think bernard is this insidious or bad. like, obviously, it's meant to be more wholesome and innocent than all of this. there's no sinister framing, there's clear out of text, sensible explanations for why she would write their romance this way. the intent is clearly for cutesy romance!

however, to me, it's almost like she's accidentally created a potentially super toxic pairing that has all the groundwork to go very, very wrong and i am 100% more intrigued by this reading. it makes me go "run, tim, run." i want to see the ramifications of this relationship and i am in full support of them breaking up because this is so potentially unhealthy. which. i don't think she was planning at all when she was so excited to give us bernard's pov. lmao. oops.

#anyways i am aware that i am wrong i am just amused at how she's managed to unintentionally make me go yikes #when i know that's 100% not her intention it's just when you put it all together i'm definitely a little yikes

[endless-ineffabilities]

sapphire-hearted (part one)

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

The start to an angst-ridden little story, wherein the reader, Aemond's dearest friend (and clandestine love) learns of his apparent new paramour, Alys.

themes/warnings: angst, jealousy, fwb type situation, Aemond is kind of a clueless twat

part two ▪︎ part three ▪︎ masterlist

edit(!): this oneshot seems to have taken a life of its own, like most of my fics, quite unexpectedly! I've changed the title from (sapphire) blue heart to sapphire-hearted, and part two will be out in a few hours! is out now!

"Why do you not look at me?" He gently pries your face towards him with his free hand, as you both lie naked on his sheets, his arm wrapped around you. "Have I done something wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing, Aem." You shake your head, letting his hand fall.

He takes one deep breath. He knows you like the back of his hand; he knows something isn't right.

"You're not fooling me, gevie." Beautiful, he calls you, as you sit up and bring your knees to your chest. You feel the cold air on your back, and then, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin.

Gevie. You wonder if he calls Alys the same. After their rumoured trysts. After she is seen leaving his bedchambers. Has she lain among these very sheets herself, where you are now?

You and Aemond were not together, no. You were not betrothed. Your House was too lowly to allow you to wed a Targaryen prince. But he had said he was yours. Just yours.

How has that changed so quickly?

"Speak to me," he pleads. He sits up behind you, kissing the back of your neck. "You know I have my methods of making you do so. Shall I employ them?" You can hear the amusement in his voice, the assuredness.

You thought you loved it more than anything, but now it feels like some cruel jest.

You turn to face him directly. "Is she better than me?"

He leans back, fully aware of who you mean. "Hmm," he purses his lips. "Jealousy does not become you, it seems."

"I'm glad you think me amusing." You bite back, looking away.

"This is amusing. How can you be jealous of her?"

You aren't sure what to make of that question. Is he mocking you, and the justification of your envy? Who are you to him anyway? Just a friend, no?

"Aemond. I thought... that we..."

"You know what we are. How we are. Isn't it enough?"

"Not if I have to share you with some witch!" you rise from his bed, and wrap your cloak around yourself. "I've turned down the finest suitors, simply because you wished me to. Simply because you were jealous. Don't you think you owe me the same courtesy?"

His voice is colder when he responds, "What do you think I am doing with Alys, hmm? Do you think I enjoy having her grace my bedchambers, and have her clawing at me?" He stands too, towering over your stature. "I have never wanted to bed anyone other than you. What I am doing with her... what I have to do with her... It is for the good of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Spare me, Aemond." You swat his hands away, when he reaches for your arms. "Don't..." He tries again, much quicker this time, and he holds your forearms tightly against his bare chest.

"She has magic." There is a wild look in his eye when he says this, and it makes you uneasy. "She sees things, Alys. She can predict what the enemy's next move is, where they'll be. What I am doing with her, lying with her, is but a small price to pay."

"What if you don't lie with her? You don't have to..."

"She asks me to."

"You don't have to. You're the prince! She answers to you, not the other way around."

"I refused, of course, in the beginning." He holds your face gently in his hands now, trying to make you understand. "That did no good. She gave me nothing. I could have her tortured. But this will only serve to distance her even more from our cause."

"So, to get what you want... to hear her incredible visions and benefit from her magical spells, you have to fuck her? Very astute of you, Aemond."

"Careful, my love." He tilts his head, trying to work through your anger.

You use your palms on his chest to push him away. He only stumbles a little, the faint sound of his low growl reaching your ears.

"You know what I'll do?" you threaten, your cloak falling back to the floor as you wave your arms dramatically. "The next dashing Lord that asks for my hand, I'll take. It could be Lord Manderly's son or... Lord Beesbury's eldest boy has made an offer, too. I'll wed him, whoever he is, why not? Even if I don't love him, it will only be a small price to pay," you sneer, mirroring his words from before. "It is what's expected of me, after all. It is for the good of my House."

Aemond's jaw clenches in his rage. "Then I shall have him captured and quartered to pieces in the dungeons before he can even get the chance to - "

"No," you shake your head at his nonsense. "No, you would not. You would not do something like that to me. How would that be fair? You and I, we'll never marry. As it stands, you'd sooner wed your witch than I."

"I would marry you in a heartbeat." He moves closer now, desperation creeping in his voice. His lips meet yours in a haste. Wet and demanding. When you turn your head, he only continues kissing the side of your face. Then he stops, pressing his forehead to your temple. "You know this, my love. You have to know this. Alys is nothing compared to you. Without her, I might lose the war. But without you... I lose myself."

You nearly cave in at that, as you always do when it comes to Aemond. But now, you remind yourself to stand your ground.

"Then prove it to me," you whisper, and a stray tear falls down your cheek. "Do as I ask. Stop being with her."

Seconds pass. Aemond's mind races at the possible outcomes. His heart aches at the sight of your sadness, but he feels compelled to think of other things too.

The war. Defeating the Blacks. Easily gaining the upper hand through dark magic.

At the end of it all - and if he does what he does, it should all end very soon - he will still have you. He's sure of it.

You will always come back to him. You will understand.

"I cannot," he says, his words striking through your heart.

You feel numb all over, but you force yourself to step away from him, and hurriedly put your dress back on.

"My love, please..." He watches helplessly as you tie the strings of your skirts, preparing to leave.

"My prince," you cursty, when you've managed to put yourself together. "I am not certain when, but you're invited to honour us with your presence at my coming marriage ceremony."

"I'd sooner command Vhagar to burn Westeros to ashes."

"You mean, you'd sooner bask in the pleasures that only your witch can offer?" you laugh mirthlessly. "Of course."

You start walking away, determinedly. Ice has flooded your veins and your heart, turning you cold and blue. But you press on. The pain will have to wait for later.

"You'll come back to me," he calls after you.

"Oh, I wouldn't hold my breath, if I were you."

You slam the door behind you.

Angst!!! We all need this sometimes. I swear it riles me up so good, I almost wonder if something's messed up with my romantic ideals ....

.... who are we kidding? Of course there is. Because I would marry our one-eyed Vhagar-riding war terrorist in a heartbeat.

taglist open for an upcoming part!

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen one shot #house of the dragon

[scribbledghost]

I have a suggestion for a promp!! ✋feel free to consider it if it fancies you, disregard if it doesn't 💕 i felt like it might interest you, bc I really loved the drabble about reader being on base and the alarm going off and her finally meeting ghost, so to say! i feel like you might like the vibe of this as well. idk how to word it well, but i love stories where the two whole different worlds of a couple meet/merge bc of A Situation which lays their differences bare, their consequent reaction to their so's/the situation at hand itself etc

i saw this super cute tiktok the other day of a couple, where the husband/bf? is trying to instill more safety awareness into his partner, he pretends to leave the house, closes the front door and even fakes his footsteps but then knocks on the door to see if his gf will automatically open up assuming its him or look thru the peephole to see who it is

she doesn't ask, and opens up right away (like most of us would do i mean lbr!!) and he berates her for it while she playfully waves it off as him being too paranoid and so serious (mannnn I wish I had it saved!!!) and idk i think was just such super cute moment and I could totally see simon and his so in this situation. Simon has more than his fair share of awareness of what could and does go wrong in the world and is determined to "train" his gf and give a safety drill whenever he sees the opportunity for it (he might even do so bc he is, unconsciously or not, trying to protect her from a fate his family faced because of him) but his gf is happily unaware of that dark side of the world and is like "🤷‍♀️aww but i just knew it was you babe besides im pretty sure nothing could get past you to get to me anyway💕💕" and he is both baffled bc of her casualness (she's a civilian but still), somewhat amused bc he can never get "mad" at her, it would be like getting mad at a puppy who doesn't get a trick right on the first try, and he feels his heart swell because she feels, she knows nothing would get past him to hurt her. he would die sooner than to have a hair on her head harmed (ok this got angsty real quick!!!🥹💕❤️)

🌻anon (also I am sorry for the wall of text omg!!! English isn't my first language so i guess I overcompensate to explain myself wow!! You are a gem in this fandom btw??? I honestly love how detailed your writing is. Quality work, top notch!👌😘💕)

Note: I have been staring at the last paragraph of this for the past five minutes because thank you so so much???? (Also your English is perfect I promise) it seriously means so much to me to hear people like my writing 🥺💖💖 But this definitely interests me! (Personally, I'm wildly paranoid about my own safety, so I'd definitely be checking that peephole every time lol but we're gonna disregard that)

"Love, you're gonna end up givin' me more gray hairs than I've already got."

"And why's that?"

Simon pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a huff. He's not angry - he doesn't think he could ever be angry at you (at least not for long) - but he's starting to wonder if you've got any self-preservation instincts at all.

This isn't the first time you've failed one of his many "safety tests," as you call them. From leaving your car unlocked while you're sitting in it to opening a window overnight when the weather permits, he swears he's aged a decade since living with you. Price had once told him that worrying for your safety was part of the package of loving a civilian, but Simon hadn't quite predicted he'd be worrying this much.

"How many times have I told you to check before you open the door?" he asks.

"But I knew it was you. You just left," you chirp. Good lord, you're too cute for your own good.

"And if it hadn't been me?" he asks. "If someone had taken me out on my way to the car then come to you? You've got to start considering the possibilities, love."

To your average outsider, it probably seems like he's berating you. But the way your eyes sparkle at him tells him you know better. Chastising you, perhaps, but there's no true anger there.

Instead, there's an undercurrent of fear. He knows the consequences of opening the door to the wrong person. And he knows that if the day ever comes when he comes home to blood on the walls and the sight of your lifeless eyes, he'll sit next to you and make sure he dies there too.

But that's a road Simon doesn't want to go down. Not right now, anyway. Not when you're here, smiling at him with mischief in your gaze.

"Simon, be real. I know nothing can get past you to get to me."

He feels his heart rise when you tell him this. Of course, he knows in his soul that he'd never let anything harm you. He knows he'd do unspeakable things to keep you safe. But to hear you say that you know it too sends warmth through his chest.

"Be that as it may," he says, unable to stop himself from quirking a small grin, "you still need to check. Just to be safe."

He grabs your hand as you raise it to wave him off, pulling you slightly closer and angling your chin so he can really look at you and convey the seriousness of his words.

"Please, love," he says. "For me?"

Your gaze softens as you lean into his touch.

"Okay, Simon," you murmur to him. "I promise I'll check before I open the door. For you."

Part of him isn't quite sure if he believes you. But for now, he lets himself feel relieved anyway.

"Good," he says as he leans in to kiss you. "I'll hold you to that."

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost scribbles

[honkytonk-hangman]

Line of Sight [4]

JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN X READER

Summary: In which everyone's worst nightmare is realised, and Jake's girlfriend isn't actually the reasonable one at all. She's actually just as bad. There's a reason she's with him, after all. or Penny bollocks you over your petty antics with Jake during a volleyball game, but you're too busy enjoying being the only thing on Jake Seresin's radar (on the ground, anyway).

Warnings: fluff, mentions of jakes clealry very healthy mental health that is in no way compromised or flawed and he defintiely wont be needing therapy. thats mostly a joke, this chapter is all fluff :P

Notes: Its done!!! thanks so much for readin this little series and sticking with it <3 I hope this is a nice little happy ever after for these two <3

MASTERLIST

“It's impolite to stare.” Jake scolds, not even bothering to look away from where he prepares to land his third bullseye in as many minutes. For your part, you don’t bother to stop staring as he at last throws his dart, earning a mix of impressed cheers and annoyed groans. You’re still watching him when he turns to you, ignoring the others as they clap him on the back or try to goad him into another game. Instead he steps in toward you, collecting his beer and taking a swig, now just as focused on you as you are on him.

“Say, you’re pretty good at this darts thing,” you ignore his prior commentary and instead shift your weight to pop your hip out. Jake takes another swig, raising an eyebrow, but shrugging all the same. “Maybe you could teach me a thing or two.” You bat your eyelashes innocently, earning an amused look from the blond.

“Who am I to refuse helping a lady out?”

Before you can even really respond, Jake has stepped around you, one hand trailing down your side and to your hip, the other curling around your elbow as he guides you the few steps over to the dart board. Just as ever when you do this routine, Jake is pressed right up behind you, and just as ever, he pays no real attention to teaching you a thing at all, instead simply using you as a vessel to show off once again. He knows you love it, and you do, your body growing warmer with every bullseye he lands, his hand at your waist gripping tighter when you snuggle further back into him. He squeezes you a little in warning when you wiggle your hips again, but when you glance up to shoot him your best innocent look, you find him grinning down at you with only trace amounts of smugness present.

“Gee, you really are good at this,” you tease, speaking softer now so only he can hear. Playfulness seems to leave his smile entirely then, and he leans in, hand tracing up from your arm to your chin, where he directs you to a much better angle for kissing. It’s only a quick kiss, but you can’t help but laugh a little at the way your little show melts Hangman right down to the Jake at his core. You bounce up to peck the corner of his mouth as he begins to pull back, aware of the crowded bar around you, and neither of you wanting to be that couple (although, you definitely were that couple, Phoenix has reliably informed you), but you weren’t willing to let him go so quick.

Jake chuckles at your display of clear affection, and even all these months later, you know it’s still something he’s getting used to. It saddens you sometimes, how he was so easy to give affection, but in many ways never seemed to expect it back. It makes you think of the year and then some that he practically ignored you, for what he thought was your own good, working off of the assumption that should you talk, you simply wouldn’t like him.

He was dead wrong of course, you had grown to like him without him ever saying a word to you, and once he did, your interactions only served to confirm the feelings you had. Jake’s soft little surprise anytime you plainly and clearly expressed your interest in him or what he believed to be his various character flaws quickly grew to be one of your favourite things about him, and you loved taking the time to complement or fawn over him at any given opportunity, to big him up in a way that you can.

You place one last kiss to the underside of his jaw as he straightens fully again, and you both become aware of the discussion of a pool competition. Still with his hands firm on your hips, he turns his head long enough to invite himself to the game.

“Duh.” Javy replies with a smile and a half-hearted roll of his eyes. Phoenix’s eye roll isn’t nearly as subtle, but her smile is.

“I’ll get you another drink,” you say softly, reluctantly extracting yourself from him. Jake seems to hesitate for a moment, eyes flickering between you and Dagger before you reach out and give his chest a light shove. “Go on, win for me, Hangman.” You have to suppress a giggle when his chest seems to puff out. A wide smirk pulls across his face, and he gives you a little nod. You loved how seriously he took these sorts of things.

“Careful what you wish for, baby, don’t want to get too competitive about a friendly pool game just to make you happy,”

“That is like the most romantic threat anyone’s ever given me!” you exclaim with a mostly genuine dreaminess. You yelp as you turn around, as the moment you have your back to him, Jake delivers a light swat to your backside. You fix him with faux-disapproval and flick your hair hastily in a way you know he finds extremely sexy.

“Careful there, Hangman,” you call in a sing-song manner, all the while he continues to smirk at you in a way that some may consider ‘infuriating’ (Review courtesy of Phoenix) or ‘annoying as fuck, man! Blink!’ (Feedback provided by Coyote). “Penny’ll have you thrown out for that sort of thing…'' you say with sickening amounts of fake innocence, batting your eyelashes at him, as he non-verbally calls your bluff, his smirk widening and his chin lifting as if to say ‘go on, then, do it.’.

You don't bother pretending you can win that sort of battle with him, especially not while you’re still clothed, so you flick your hair even more aggressively this time, and begin making your way toward the bar, swaying your hips dramatically for the sole benefit of the seaglass-green eyes that you know will follow you until you reach your destination.

You manage to find your way to the front of the drinks queues fairly quickly, and push yourself up and into the empty seat at the end of the bar. You’re in kind of a blind spot here, you’re more than familiar with the Hard Deck by now to know if you were anyone else, part of any other group, you’d be seriously worried about you chances of actually ordering, but all things considered, you aren’t anybody else, and you just so happen to be a part of the owner’s husband’s little band of merry men.

Penny spies you almost impossibly, and despite the heavy crowds at every other section of the bar, you see her pick up an already cleaned glass, and pretend to wipe it down as she makes her way to where you are, placing the glassware away and hitting you with a blindingly warm smile.

“If it isn’t one of my favourite love birds… what can I get for you hon?” Just as Penny finishes her eyes flicker to the place behind you before she frowns and looks back at you in slight confusion. “Where’s your shadow?” She follows up. You give her a little laugh and roll your eyes, gesturing the general direction of the pool table.

“He’s about to win some pool for me, although he did debate whether or not to come with me instead for at least seven seconds, so you know, we’re improving on the shadow front.”

Penny laughs loud and joyfully, giving a shake of her head at nothing in particular.

“If it weren’t so sickeningly sweet, I’d say good for him, but to be honest, at least I know he’s not going to get into that much trouble when he’s with you,” she says with the sort of wry knowingness one is only allowed to use when married to Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. You raise an eyebrow and cock your head.

“Why does everyone always assume I’m keeping him out of trouble?” you wonder aimlessly, knowing Penny wasn’t one of those people, and in this rare context, she was also correct about keeping Jake from trouble.

Penny shrugs.

“You and Jake are just about the most perfectly matched duo I’ve seen in a while, but I think you hide your assholery better than he does,” Penny tells you with a laugh. You pout at her.

“You think I have assholery?!” you ask, faux-offended. Penny reaches across the bar to give you a light smack, rolling her eyes at you as she does.

“I saw you at the beach party last weekend, egging that man of yours on to humiliate your poor new friends,”

The memory brings an immediate smile to your face and you let out an involuntary bark of laughter.

“Oh my god, but that guy was such a douche! God, he had no idea what he was in for, challenging us to volleyball! Idiot,” you snicker only a little evilly thinking about how thoroughly you’d wiped the floor with the small group of beach goers who had wound up joining your party, only for you all to realise too late that they were kind of really annoying.

“Do you know what most mature adults do, what the other mature adults did?” Penny questions like you’re a preschooler. You roll your eyes, again. “They ignore school yard bait and try to make peace.” Penny tells you, which you don’t think sounds like the right answer. She looks at you expectantly, as if she’s waiting for you to concede her point. You make a face.

“Penny, those guys sucked, and they were talking such a big game about their volleyball skills. They didn’t even bring a volleyball with them! It was a netball!” you justify. Penny you can tell is only half telling you off, being a not-so-reformed troublemaker herself these days. “Jake and I play v-ball literally every sunday, we didn’t do anything or humiliate anyone on purpose, all we did was accept the invitation of a game.” you don’t believe a word of what you say, but it does sound almost convincing. If Jake were here he’d give you a supportive nod.

Penny lets out a laugh and shakes her head at you.

“Only you and Hangman can take something adorable and sweet and romantic that you do together, and turn it into an opportunity to dunk on some tipsy losers who’d mildly annoyed you,” Penny says, still like she’s scolding you, but the sparkle in her eyes says she would have done the exact same thing had she and Maverick been thirty years old again, and if the mere suggestion of beach volleyball wasn’t cause for a physio visit.

“Besides, I’m glad y'all got to watch us play at last. Since we made the mixed regional team last week we’ve wanted to get you all down to a game sometime,” you say, dodging any accusation of pettiness. Penny nods enthusiastically.

“You know Mav, Amelia and I will be at every one of those games. We’ve got to make sure you guys actually win and don't just tell us you win, to get the free drinks I promised.”

You can't help but smile warmly. It was nice to have a family in San Diego, to be able to rely on people.

“Really, Penny, thank you so much for sponsoring the team, you totally didn’t have to do that, but it means a lot to us, to both of us,” you say gently, reaching out to rest your hand over her. Penny returns your soft smile.

“See, this is the sort of thing Jake would never say, not without a heavy helping of sarcasm, irony or whatever else he thinks makes him less vulnerable.”

You laugh at that and bow your head in agreement.

“Hey, I’m working on it with him. I mean, Pen, he still gets surprised when I just tell him that I like a particular facet of his personality… Anyway, in the meantime, I’m happy to be the emotional go-between.”

Penny gives you a knowing, sympathetic hum.

“That man is everything he says he is and more, but he just can’t seem to bring himself to believe it. I’m glad he has you to show him it’s not just bluster.”

Your eyes momentarily prickle at Penny’s frankness, the words painful to hear from somebody else. Although she’s completely correct, it really does upset you to think of the way Jake must consider himself sometimes, and why you were so determined to adjust the way he clearly thought about certain things, mostly, himself.

“Very little of him is just bluster, and I can’t understand sometimes how he doesn’t actually see that, considering it’s a narrative he made for himself… he’s complicated, but I’m pulling at those threads as they come,” you nibble your lip with a small frown, before dropping your gaze to the bar top. “I just wish he’d see him the way I see him, and the way other people see him…” you pause, and Penny lifts a sardonic, incredulous eyebrow at you. You immediately relent, waving your white flag on that point in the form of holding up your hands. You’d had to come to terms a while ago now with the fact that you’re an exceptionally unreliable source when it comes to how you think others see your boyfriend, Dagger squad notwithstanding. “Okay, maybe not the way other people see him. Pretty sure that's the one thing he’s not mistaken about.”

You both share a soft laugh before Penny straightens, and throws a cursory glance over her shoulder at the seemingly ever growing crowd around the bar, though she still remains clearly unbothered as she turns away from the rush, and shifts her weight to her hip as she looks back at you.

“Anyway, I believe you came for drinks, and I believe I should go get them. The usual?”

You nod, thanking her as she steps away to fetch one bottle that supposedly contained beer, before she fetches your much nicer, far superior sarsaparilla, and waves you off when you attempt to pay.

“My shout, for the two of you making the regional team, and celebrating by destroying some amateurs, because you were bored.” She tells you with a playful wink. You grin widely, cheekily, before shooting her a faux-scolding look.

“Rewarding us for our supposed asshole shenanigans? That’s only gonna reinforce our poor behaviour, Penny! This is exactly why we’ll never learn!” you call out raising the drinks as your excuse for choosing to ignore any self-growth.

You manage to narrowly dodge a ‘rogue’ ice cube that finds itself mysteriously launched at your head, and poke your tongue out at the now distracted bartender, who somehow sees your childishness despite her mixing some brightly coloured cocktail, and spares a moment to throw you the bird, then a blown kiss. You laugh to yourself, as you push away from the bar, feeling quite pleased with yourself, and adjusting your focus to immediately inform your boyfriend of Penny’s definitely very real disapproval of your actions, and not at all conflicting response to the two of you grown adults humiliating some random pricks that in complete honesty, you certainly would have expended far less energy by just ignoring for the rest of the night.

You pause briefly, realising that that is the exact sort of petty assholery that Penny had suggested you hid, and briefly consider that you’re just as bad as Hangman, not Jake. You quickly come to the conclusion that you don’t find that to be a terrible thing, and so shrug to yourself, and continue on, unbothered by such little things like being a peaceful, non confrontational and relaxed person. In your eyes, being chaotic, always down to clown (on others) and quite likely an incredibly petty asshole at times sounded like way more fun, and involved far less unwanted self-introspection, you suspect.

The closer you get to the pool tables, the less you have to work to get through the crowds. All the Navy guys tended to congregate most thickly in this part of the bar, a sea of flight suits and unfamiliar patches greeting you, a fun quirk of which you’d discovered fairly soon after you’d visited Jake on base for the first time a month ago. Although you had no clue who any of these sailors were, or if they knew Dagger in any way, they definitely had become aware of you, and more importantly to this topic, who you were dating.

It's probably the petty-asshole in you again, but you get a sweet kick of satisfaction when you approach anywhere near the Navy guys, and for the first time in any bar ever, you don’t have to make yourself known to anyone for them to get out of your way. It’s almost as though a definitely unknown person may or may not have subtly mentioned (see: threatened to the best of his not-inconsiderable abilities) to any Hard Deck regulars on base, that should you be making yourway over to your regular spot, they are to clear the path and make sure you’re able to walk without going unnoticed by rowdy sailors who can't hear or see you.

You’d be annoyed that someone, surely not anyone you’d know, went to such efforts after just one incident in which you were trying to get past some sailors for much too long, only for one of them to step and into you, making you drop the round of drinks you’d been carrying, but honestly, as a remarkably unintimidating woman who wasn't known for her great assertiveness when not backed up by her six foot actually intimidating Navy Officer boyfriend, you kind of loved that someone, who you really had no clue as to the identity of, had gone out of their way to make sure you’d not have any more issues during what should be an uneventful commute from the bar to the pool table.

You have no idea who could be willing to use their mean side to your benefit, the result of which is the most unbothered walk anyone has ever done in a crowded bar, and a bunch of random sailors you don’t know occasionally giving you polite, stern little nods as you pass, as though their instinct was to salute you, before they remembered that you are not in fact any form of authority to them, but they couldn’t not do something as a sign of respect. You really do wish you could find out who it was that had put the fear of god into these men, if only to give him some really, really good head later.

You finally arrive back at the pool table, the red sea closing back up behind you to form a seemingly dense wall of uniforms, that Payback looks at in clear confusion, then to you, as if you had an explanation you were willing to give. He lifts his brows and you shrug, putting on your best smile.

“Guess they just all thought I was cute or something’!” you say brightly, wishfully. From the direction of the pool table, a familiar voice responds to you.

“Yeah, I guess they did, how polite of them.” Jake says meaningfully, though you don't know what he’s on about, but you suspect is in fact a veiled suggestion-not-threat to the sailors within hearing range.

You wander over to Jake, making sure he's not about to take a shot before you step right into his personal space, and hand him his what apparently passes for beer these days. Jake takes a sip, and thanks you, dropping a brief kiss to your temple. You see him briefly take a look at what you’d ordered, only to receive a scoff.

“And you have the nerve to call my choice in drinks ‘nasty’. Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re drinking’ cough medicine.” This is the one facet of Jake’s personality you can’t stand, and have made clear to him you dislike.

“‘Oh look at me, I’m a grown man from Texas who hates Sarsaparilla, how unique and quirky!’” you mimic his voice in a fairly insulting way, it sounds not a thing like him, but that's part of the jab. Jake narrows his eyes and pokes you in the side.

“You ain’t witty, plenty of people hate that shit,” he tells you, frowning. You ignore him.

“Oooh, I claim to be accepting and appreciative of the few differences i have with my girlfriend, but always happens to forget her favourite drink when he goes out for snacks!’” you mock him further.

Jake huffs and is about to open his mouth, no doubt in his defence, but you cut him off, narrowing your eyes.

“You ain’t slick, Seresin.” you say darkly.

Somewhere around you, wherever your friends are, you don’t know, you hear Rooster whistle lowly.

“Hey guys, first fight!” he says mirthfully, but with no real conviction. You snap your head in his direction.

“This is not our first fight,” you correct him with an eye roll, no longer concerned with your petty argument, both you and Jake forming up into a single entity once more to face the rest of the world. Jake’s arm slings casually around your waist and he leans on his hip, into your side.

“Get a load of this, Rooster thinks that's what a couples fight really sounds like,” Jake adds, as if speaking to you conspiratorial, toxic levels of faux-sympathy for his squad mate.

“If that's what he thinks a fight is, I’d hate to see what he thinks a declaration of love sounds like,” you say, mostly for the benefit of Jake and yours little game you’ve started, and not for Rooster, who was already ignoring you both and rolling his eyes as he moves to take his shot.

You glance up at your boyfriend, who is smiling Cheshire-like, but he shoots you a wink when he returns your gaze. He turns toward you then, using both hands, both of which also hold a beer and a pool stick respectively, to grasp your hips and duck his face into your eye line.

“The corner store we go to for snacks doesn’t have sarsaparilla, but it’s kinda a bust most times anyway, let's find a new snack stop, alright?” Jake says, definitely earning him some extra, extra good head later.

“I didn’t think you really were leaving it out on purpose, it's so hit and miss in Cali what stores stock it.” you tell him, grumbling that you couldn't just go to any store and get you some cough syrup.

Jake hums, and steps around you, your convection on pause briefly as he steps up to take his shot, sinking all the balls he's supposed to and not the ones he isn't (you refuse to learn more about pool than absolutely necessary), before he turns back to you as if he’d never stepped away at all, and sweeps you up again.

“I know a place back home where you can get a year's supply, I’ll see if one of my sisters can figure something out,” Jake says softly, as if a little worried the others might hear him being so gentle and tender. The others, while certainly all pretending not to eavesdrop, only wear various expressions reminiscent of the sort generally worn after being shown a baby animal video compilation.

“And how are either of your sisters supposed to get a year's supply of sarsaparilla up to North Island from Austin?” you question, not wanting to bat away his clear intent to apologise for any wrong you may have thought he’d done. Jake’s eyes swing toward the ceiling like you’ve just said something stupid and he won't actually believe it.

“You forget I’m a pilot.” he says as if it's obvious and also a good point. You frown.

“Pretty sure your jet can barely fit you, let alone a bunch of sarsaparilla.” you say, feeling distinctly like you might be about to walk into a verbal trap he’s laid.

Jake huffs, and still keeping his eyes off of you, he all but stomps his foot at your logic and reasoning.

“Whatever, I’ll drive it back if I have to,” he says, even more quiet and even more worried of the others hearing him. You refrain from ‘aww’ing dramatically, and instead cup his cheek.

“You can just apologise or like, use your words you know. You don't have to communicate with me via intense acts of devotion and service.” you give him a little smile to let him know you were being serious, despite your light tone. Jake’s eyes fall on you at last and he purses his lips.

“It doesn’t feel like enough.”

“But driving around forty hours round trip to Texas and back again all for some cough syrup does?”

“Yes.”

You consider him for a few moments, but relent, and release him of his obligation to make eye contact during vulnerability, patting his cheek lovingly.

“Alright, well, if that's what you’d like to do, Jake,” you say, not fully understanding why words aren’t his thing in this one aspect of his life, when in every other area he excels in anything verbal, damn-near silver-tongued. But you also don't have to understand it, you just had to know it, and then see his displays of love and affection no matter how odd or unconventional or totally over the top and ridiculous, for what they were.

Jake takes a few moments to process the amicable end of that discussion, seemingly expecting a fight or more pushback, but you only nudge him, to draw him from his distraction.

“Hey Hangman, aren’t you supposed to be winning this for me?” you ask playfully. Making the blond frown at you as he looks between the table and your face.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” he asks back, making you pause. You glance back at the table with an earnest frown and after you seemingly take much to long to decipher the secrets of the little round balls, Jake chuckles, stepping up beside you and wrapping you up in one arm, pulling you in as he continues to laugh at you (you retract one extra off of the ‘extra extra good head’ you were planning on giving him later) and kisses your temple, his chuckle nothing sweet and instead completely, totally, and all-consumingly infuriatingly smug (Review by His Girlfriend).

“You have no idea what you’re looking at, do you?” he asks, quieter than you’re expecting, so only you hear. You glare, and answer him with an exasperated sigh.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, darlin’.”

You now glare directly up at him as he watches you with a mix of genuine assholery and softer playfulness that lets you know he’s fully aware of the former trait making a rare  appearance in reaction to you.

Sometimes, you almost wish he’d go back to ignoring you. It had to be better than suffering this. You didn't deserve it, you were an occasionally good person, right?

Jake draws you back from your silent pleading for a time machine, and he leans down toward you, smolderingly self-satisfied with how his little display has gotten under your skin, and his expression combined with his much more intimate proximity suddenly brings to mind that night several months ago now at the club, the night that Jake had paid attention to you for the very first time, and you’d understood clearly what it must feel like to go up against Hangman in a dogfight, what it felt like to be in his direct line of sight. 

Jake plasters on an identical smile to the one he has in your memory, but unlike that night, he gains an evil glint to his eyes, which you find out the reason for mere seconds later, when he gently boops your nose in a manner that tells you he definitely knows has lost him all extra good head privileges for the night.

Apparently, he deems it worth it, and sadly, you can't help but be swept up by him, rolling your eyes in mock frustration, but unable to keep from grinning up at him like a lovesick fool, waiting for him to finish his line.

Jake’s smile turns momentarily sweet, but he quickly covers back up with his bluster and fake mega-douche routine you actually definitely loved.

“Let ol’ Hangman take care of it for ya’.”

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin #jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake 'hangman' seresin fanfic #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction

[dungeonpuppykai]

hii i do know if youre taking requests or anything but i was wondering if you could write a dark!bucky x reader fic where the kidnapping is already established and all and she finds herself giving in to bucky and it sorta shocks bucky as well, mostly soft dark bucky and comfort/fluff but dark? does this make sense

I don't really do requests only because I've danced that dance many times and failed at it every single time. Though I do like to do an interesting scenario here and there since I am a pleaser hehe 🩷

Also, I am so, so, so sorry that this is so late. I enjoy this as a hobby and my university slams me hard so I only write when I have the time and energy. I really hope you see this 🩷

And hope you like it still &lt;3

Warning(s): Dark!Bucky, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, fluff, comfort. 

Bucky was past Hydra but the life was all the same. 

He worked for a private company that paid top dollar for his expertise now.

You had been in his sight for a long time before he made a move on you.

You had caught his eye almost right after he had broken free.

Since you used to volunteer at the town library and he would come to find some semblance of his time there among the old books, getting lost for hours on end in the corner dedicated to his time.

That with the smell of your perfume whenever you would walk by was an almost euphoric experience for him.

Every day, every time.

And then Bucky knew, he had to have you.

It had been a very cliche bumping into each other.

Or at least on his part. 

Maybe you had done it on purpose to try and make conversation with the handsome man who came by everyday. 

Bucky had gone into a trance for a few moments when he had made eye contact with you for the first time. 

The world had shut down.

And you were the only sound, the only light, the only life.

He had stopped coming after that day. 

Unbeknownst to you, the man had decided he could not afford to mess this up.

You were too sweet, too kind, too nice, too pretty, too perfect and completely out of his league. 

He devised a perfect plan.

And plucked you from society like a rose from a garden.

His rose.

Could you blame him?

You seemed to like him plenty so what other reaction could you possibly have than that of delight and gratitude after waking up in the humble house his mysterious company had built for him into the heart of a forest of his choice? 

Anyways.

It had been a long time since all that bitter business. 

You were past the tears, begging, running, denying and fighting.

The man had a literal metal arm, what were you compared to pure muscle and raw strength?

You bit your lip as you forced yourself to push the silly thoughts of escape away, dabbing the disinfectant one last time on Bucky's injured shoulder that you had patched up.

Was it right? Did you do something wrong?

You had no idea.

But every time you tried to suggest he see a doctor for his wounds every other time he was back from a job, all he ever responded to the proposition with was a sharp 'no doctors'. 

"Y- You…" Sighing to yourself in defeat, you moved to the smaller scratches and cuts now.

The man only looked up at you from his position on the kitchen chair as you stood between his legs. 

"You… should be careful out there, you know…" A grunt left you when you caught sight of a soft smile on his lips. 

"I mean, I don't know what the fuck this place is and how to navigate it so I don't wanna die of starvation just because you weren't careful" though your words amused him, he grabbed your chin nevertheless, clicking his tongue. 

"Language…" You rolled your eyes though only after you looked down because the habit had landed you in trouble with him one too many times. 

Because good girls don't use vulgar language. 

He was so old fashioned it was weird.

"Sorry… sir" you forced out through your teeth, very well aware of what would become of you if you didn't follow the rules and apologize straight away. 

"Good girl" the condescending pat on the top of your head was heavy due to his strength as you went about the rest of his injuries.

The both of you lost track of time.

Bucky noticed it before you did. 

The usual stiffness of your shoulders, the tension in your jaw, the tension in your hands was barely noticeable.

Genuine concern had overshadowed the usual disdain when he had stumbled in today. 

Well, he had been gone for days before that. 

You were also extra careful with making sure every little graze was addressed today unlike before where he had to practically threaten or manipulate you into doing it. 

After you had put everything away and washed your hands, you walked slowly to him before stopping in front of him.

"You're not allowed to go MIA again" you spoke with your chin held high, as though you had any say in this house. 

The slight raise of Bucky's eyebrow almost made you falter but the small smile that soon tugged at his lips eased you back down.

Maybe this was the way.

Letting out a defiant exhale through your nose you crossed your arms over your chest, "I've heard hamburgers are best served hot…"

He had told you that.

You did not have to look over your shoulder to know that his smile deepened.

Maybe you had cooked them and waited for him by the door everyday these past few days.

But he didn't have to know that.

Bucky groaned to himself as he pushed his body up and slowly followed you.

Maybe this was the start of something good. 

Or…

It didn't matter though. Bucky sighed as he circled his arms around your waist from behind while you served the food.

Perching his chin on your shoulder, he let his eyes flutter close as he inhaled your scent.

You smelled like home.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Whatever you will choose to do with this, Bucky decided, won't change anything. 

Because the fact of the matter was, you were his and you didn't have a choice.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes comfort #dark bucky barnes #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky x you #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #falcon and the winter soldier #bucky fanfic

[thranduilland]

17 for the Soft™ fic prompt meme? 👀

17 - absently adjusting clothing Hob bites down on a sigh as Dream adjusts the collar of Hob’s shirt for the sixth time in half an hour. It had been amusing the first couple of times, just seeing Dream nervous, because until today, Hob had never seen his lover nervous. But, then the fidgeting hadn’t stopped. Hob’s not even sure Dream’s aware of it.

Hob understands this is an important meeting. He’d be nervous too, if he were in Dream’s place. But this seems incredibly excessive. He has to bite his tongue to not say anything as Dream smooths down Hob’s tie. There was nothing wrong with the tie, Hob had already checked after the first and second times Dream had done it. There was nothing wrong with the collar of his shirt either and-“

“Dream,” he finally says, with a little sigh as he turns his hand to capture Dream’s own as his lover is about to fiddle with Hob’s cufflink. “What’s wrong? Why are you so nervous about this, love?”

“I am not nervous,” Dream answers without any hesitation, Hob merely raises an eyebrow.

“We agreed we wouldn’t lie if we could help it.”

“Right, we did agree that,” Dream answers, letting out a very soft sigh. “It is… it is irrational.”

“What is, duck? Talk to me.”

“I-I want them to like you. I do not wish to have to choose between you,” Dream says, Hob sighs, squeezing his hand.

“I wouldn’t make you choose, Dream. If they don’t like me then they don’t like me, that’s just how it is. But I wouldn’t force you to choose,” Hob says, lifting Dream’s hand to his lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. “I promise. It’s not the end of the world, my sweet.”

“Calliope had to choose,” Dream says, barely more than a whisper.

“Because she was forced to,” Hob points out, frowning. “Do you think they’d make you choose?”

“No,” Dream answers after a very long pause. “I do not think so.”

“Then let’s see what happens, okay?” Hob asks, giving Dream’s hand another squeeze. “It’ll be fine, I promise.”

“You cannot promise that,” Dream points out, but he does seem to relax some, so Hob will take it.

“I just did, so tough,” he says, with a grin.

The bell above the door dings and he turns towards it in curiosity. Immediately, Dream is tense again and Hob mourns the small gain he’d made even as one of his students and her little brother come into the Inn, chatting intensely about something he cannot hear. His student glances up, sees him and Dream and she raises an eyebrow as she all but bounds towards them, her brother trailing behind her.

“Hey, Uncle Dream!” she says, shooting Dream a giant smile as she turns to Hob, that eyebrow still raised. “Hey, Prof G, didn’t know you guys knew each other?” she asks, Hob blinks, then bursts out laughing as beside him Dream stares in shock.

“You have met before?” Dream asks, while Hob is too busy giggling to be of any help.

“Yeah, course! Prof G’s my mentor. He helped me get into that internship program I was telling you about last week,” Rose says, as she sits herself down at the table, Jed claiming the chair beside her.

“I told you it would be fine, Dream,” Hob says, wiping tears from his eyes. “Will you stop adjusting my clothes, now?”

“What?”

“Oh, he does that when he’s nervous. He introduced us to Aunty Death last month, and the whole time he kept obsessing over straightening up our clothes. I don’t even think Aunty Death noticed!” Rose says with a smile.

“Made me dress up all nice and everything and she didn’t even care!” Jed grumbles, glaring at the table.

“I thought it was sweet!” Rose exclaims, shaking her head. “Uncle Dream just wanted us to make a good first impression, because you only get one of them!”

“Right. Well, considering I called Death stupid in her hearing before I ever met her, I made a very bad first impression,” Hob says, as Dream starts to relax beside him, obviously trusting now that things aren’t about to fall apart as he’d been expecting. “Anyway, how-“ Hob pauses, turning to give his lover a look when he reaches up with his free hand to adjust the collar of Hob’s shirt. “Dream.”

“It was crooked!” Dream defends, but there is a smile playing on his lips and Hob huffs, as Rose and Jed laugh.

“I’m sure it was, my love. I’m sure it was.”

#Dreamling #Dream of the Endless #Hob Gadling #Rose Walker #Jed Walker #The Sandman #my fics #ask prompts

[abimess]

"even though my life my before was tragic, now i know my love for her goes on"

A/N: I love how the challenge was to complete the quote with 5 sentences and I just went and wrote 1k words... Anyways, enjoy!

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"Even though my life before was tragic, now I know my love for her goes on." One of the things you liked best about Thor was his funny way of speaking, almost as if you were listening to a song or watching a play. So you have an amused smile as you say, "I'm happy you're happy, mate."

"Thank you, my dear friend." He rests a heavy hand affectionately on your shoulder, making you sink a few inches onto the couch. When he returns his hand to its original position, you discreetly take yours to rub the spot he has squeezed. "Now, what about you and Wanda?"

"Wanda and I are just friends." You answer with an annoyed sigh, tired of saying the same thing over and over again. Thor, as usual, doesn't buy it. "Are you sure she's aware of it?"

That's pretty much the reason why we're just friends, you think bitterly, your eyes drifting to the kitchen where the witch is cooking something with Vision by her side. As usual. "I am."

"Hmm, I think you're wrong. She always gives you the hungry eyes." The Norse god argues, but you just stare at him with a mixed face of confusion and disbelief. "The what eyes?"

"The hungry eyes!" He repeats, as if it were obvious, settling down on the couch next to you to explain. "Full of passion, flame, lust-"

"Okay! I got it!" You interrupt with rosy cheeks, glancing into the kitchen once more to see if your shout has caught the attention of the object of conversation. Lucky for you (or not), the brunette is still immersed in her conversation with Vision. 

"And she doesn't give me... that." You grumble as you look back at the blonde man, who shakes his head in both disagreement and disappointment. "For one of the smartests Midgardians I know, Y/n, you're pretty stupid."

"I'm not sure whether I'm flattered or offended by that statement." You attest with narrowed eyes, and although Thor laughs, his expression soon becomes serious. "Go talk to her."

"No!"

"I'll let you hold Stormbreaker." The God of Thunder smiles at your hesitation, and you let out a curse as you stand up. "Fine." 

The few steps to the kitchen are the longest of your life, Thor's heavy feet following yours echoing in your ears. But the blond man stops just before the door, and you enter the room alone, swallowing hard to build up courage. "Hi, guys."

"Hello, Miss Y/l/n." Vision greets politely, but you barely pay attention to him with Wanda smiling so sweetly at you. "Hey, Y/n/n, we're making hot chocolate, do you want some?"

"No, thanks but I... I wanted to talk to you, actually." You stutter and shake your leg nervously, which captures not only the witch's interest but also her concern. "Oh... Okay." 

You offer an anxious smile to reassure her, inviting her to follow you with a nod of your head. But then you two are alone in the edge of the kitchen, and Wanda is growing too anxious about your silence not to ask, "So?"

"So..." You start, but your hands are too sweaty, your body too heavy, your mind too loud. Still, you try. "Would you... I... I mean... Out... With... You-me... Well, us... Maybe?"

"What?" In all the time you've known her, Wanda has never looked as confused as she does now. Not that you could judge her, however, even you didn't understand what you said.  

"Forgive me for intruding, Miss Maximoff, but I believe Miss Y/l/n is trying to invite you on a romantic encounter." The red synthezoid comes to your aid and you nod fiercely, glancing at him for a brief moment before looking at the brunette again. "Yes! Yes, I was trying to get there."

"Oh..." Is the only response you receive and, without knowing that the reason is because the witch is as nervous as you are, you start to panic again. "Only if you want to, of course! We don't have to! Of course we don't have to, it's okay if you don't want to. I-"

Your speech is interrupted by a quick kiss on your cheek, making you fall silent immediately. "You're cute when you're nervous." Wanda says with cheeks as red as yours, and you let out a giggle.

"Good thing I'm always nervous then." The joke makes her chuckle, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach fly rampant. "I'd love to go on a date with you." The brunette adds, more shyly than ever, and the ear-to-ear grin on your face is impossible to contain. "So... Do you wanna go now?"

"Yes, but..."

"Don't worry about the sweet thing you were making, witchy, we can finish it for you." Thor offers helpfully, finally entering the kitchen and offering you a not at all discreet thumbs up, but you're more concerned about leaving your alien friend in the kitchen. "Are you sure about this, Thor?"

"Of course! It's just Midgardian food, how hard can it be?" He confirms dismissively, bringing his hand to Vision's shoulder as he had done with you moments ago. "Besides, I'll have Vision with me, the guy knows everything."

You and Wanda exchange uncertain glances, but she's smiling at you, her eyes shining so brightly that you can't seem to care much about what will happen to the hot chocolate if you leave now.

"Alright then." You agree finally, and as the blonde man smiles broadly, the girl beside you entwines her fingers with yours. "Lead the way." She asks with a contented smile, and you squeeze her hand gently before doing so.

So the two of you say goodbye to Thor and Vision, complicit glances exchanged between you and the God of Thunder that no one else seems to notice.

And as the two of you leave the room, there's no way of knowing that Thor and Vision would end up destroying the kitchen the moment you set foot outside the compound. 

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen

[the-sky-queen]

Note from: Doctor Robert Aster

You do not amuse me, Sky.

You really think you can play this game where you know "everything" about me. But you're wrong. How could you know who I am when we never even met?

How did your silly little packages get on my property, anyway? Did you phone the wrong address with those tiny screen devices anyway?

If you think my little "operation" is hurting my children, then a wholeheartedly welcome you to my facility so I can prove that you're wrong. My treatment is helpful. Those children were being delusional and as a good doctor, I gave them the help they needed.

As for the the threat of the movie beforehand: The movie shows a dangerous precedent that a child should disobey their parents and endanger their safety by leaving their homes and hooking up with criminals. I'm sorry you just cannot see that.

Now please, stop shipping your movies to my house or I will personally send you photographic proof that they were burned. You wouldn't want me to scar your "precious" literature, right?

Good little girl.

Dearest Doctor Robert Lucero Aster.

We have met before, though you have never seen me. I advise you to not underestimate me.

I know for a fact that your operation is hurting your children, but I am wise enough to not fight you on this matter. I am well aware that no matter what your real opinion of this situation is, you will never admit it out loud. Therefore, I will save my breath. Just be aware that I know what you are. I know what you've done. Please reconsider before continuing, or I cannot guarantee your safety.

In regards to your view of Tangled, I would like to point out that Rapunzel only ran away because her mother was stifling her. On her journey she learned the truth. That Mother Gothel was lying to her and had kidnapped her from her real parents. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? And the criminal Rapunzel met turned out to be good at heart, which is more than I can say for you.

Robert, I think you will find that I have more than one way of shipping things to your location. And I can ensure they don't come to the front door. I can give them directly to your children if you wish. Perhaps I am already in contact with them.

The bottom line is . . .

You don't understand who you're messing with.

Best wishes,

~ Sky

#Starline you are exchanging letters with one of the writers of this story #I am essentially a GOD :) #Tread carefully buddy #thanks for the ask! #asks #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic AU #Tachophobia Expanded Universe #Dr. Aster #Tumblrphobia AU #Heliophobia AU

[tornoleander]

Alright yes trauma and trauma in the bbnb and none of us will ever recover from that (help) But can we speak of the sweet moments? The comfort in between? The kinda break? I kinda wanna know your point of view on the lighthouse moment (or the other comfort scenes we got with this fic (like the Cole moments))

YES THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

SO Much to say! I could write a whole essay about this (one day just for my favorite dead canary hater though she might want to read this)

But Holy hell the sweet moments are the root of my obsession. The contrast between them and the Horrors is an indescribable feeling.

I have to be SUPER cautious when talking about what I love about this fic because I don’t want people to get the wrong Idea It’s the most traumatic awful thing you’ll read and it’ll stick with you like a sick lingering feeling. (Even just finding these moments my heart aches at the surrounding events)

Having said that here’s my excessive response gushing about almost every single light in the dark moment.

Cw: Implied SA, Discussion of Rape, Mild gore, and depiction of bite marks

(Chapter 4)

Starting with this because his lighting powers were how he physically and helped him somewhat emotionally survived.

Jay’s eyes shot open and he breathed hard. This had been so complicated! But he managed to do it! Him! Jay Walker managed to reconnect his members by using his elemental power. Like a pro. He chuckled as tears rolled down his cheeks. Too easy. He raised both his arms this time, checking if he could bend them both properly. They seemed to be working; he could turn them as well, and his fingers were still responding correctly.

This was an hour after the second traumatic encounter. It’s such a rare moment of pride in his own strength. His limb’s physicality could not even function but Jay found a way to use his power like nerves to contact his muscles.

He is so unbelievably strong in an impossible situation and I’m a sucker for how Hat writes his lightning ability.

Clancee Stargazing

Clancee searched, curious, but then pouted “…I can’t see it…” Right. How did his parents teach those again? Oh! He remembered. “Focus on the biggest of them right now, can you see it?” He nodded, and the ninja kept going “It’s surrounded by three others, not as big, but close to it. Doesn’t it look like a pan to you?” The serpentine’s eyes were focused, then widened as he got it “Oh yeah! I-I see it n-now!” And Jay chuckled at the sight of wonders that was on the other’s face.

A pretty scene I’ve drawn this one. Just a small moment of joy in a horrific situation. Clancee while being a coward (will only help Jay by giving him eyepatches), does respect and sympathizes for him.

One of my favorites is the Skeleton

“How be yer bones kid?”

Jay raised his eyebrows “Uh… what do you mean?”

A crackle “I am no fool. I know broken bones when I see some.” He brought a hand to show his own ribs, cracked in some parts, then pointed at Jay. “Ye look like a pile of shit.”

The ninja chuckled “Well, at least I’m not dead yet, right?”

The bones brandished its sword “damn right!” and then, went back to look at the stars.

After some silence, that at least didn’t appear too uncomfortable, Jay cleared his throat, avoiding the previous question. “So uhm… what are you anyway?”

“Ain’t that easy to guess?” he seemed… amused? As much as someone without anything but its jaw moving could get.

Jay shook his head “No, I mean… you kinda speak like a pirate, but… I don’t know, you don’t give the impression of being one.”

“Are ya tellin I be too smart for bein a pirate, my boy?”

Well, Jay knew irony when he heard it, so he smiled as he answered “Maybe.”

I absolutely love this, the skeleton shows Jay kindness. The way he starts by joking, offering Jay positive intention. He later slanders Nadakhan, both are things ment to make Jay feel comfortable.

The end convo is tragic.

“I be aware of what the djinn is doing to ye. So hear me; use this to stab him in his heart when he’s distracted, I don’t need to go into details, do I?” he blushed and shook his head no, fighting tears and dread invading him as he realized that, yep, there was this probability that Nadakhan would rape him again. As much as he would fight back.

Yikes man, that hurts. The skeleton just does all he can do, he gives Jay hope and a weapon.

(Ch 5)

There’s not much comfort in chapter 5, but this is when Jay stabs, Nadakhan in the throat with the bone a moment of strength and confidence, though it’s riped away very quickly and Violently.

We also get to see Jay use his power to resist the vengestone burning anyone who touched it. Very cool love how he freaks everyone out. BUT OH god the horrors after FUCK.

(Ch 6)

The Scene with the First spinjizu master is beautifully done. The picture it paints is so perfect (drawing it next)

It keeps the other worldly feel of him offers so much strength. Gives Jay the option to die but the strength to keep going. It’s not Jay’s fault.

“Tell me Jay, have you ever seen lightning break?”

He shook his head. He looked above, feeling the electrified air rubbing on his skin, giving him pleasant goosebumps. On his back, he felt the sap of the tree speeding up, the grass almost bristling, pointing to him. The sky was clear though. Still blue, with golden rays starting to peer through it.

“Lightning… is never deviated from its course. Striking once, not missing its target.” He looked back at the man, bittersweet. “But I can’t do that; my lightning is slower and weaker then a raw one.”

The man’s smile grew bigger.

“For now”

He felt the strike of the bolt as it went for the tree, shocking Jay with its force.

Jay sparks a lightning storm under vengestone.

(Ch6/7 COLE OMG COLE)

Losing my shit for every scene he’s in SObBINIG over how much I love him. I reread all Cole parts an embarrassing amount. Ugh the concerned, he feels rescuing Jay. How he’s so observant and empathetic. THE COMFORT scene when he gets Jay to open up.

…No. He still was a ninja. He- he still was worth something. He could feel some warmth in the back of his mind, pushing him toward the earth ninja. And it wasn’t the first time he could feel it. It was a good feeling, almost akin to hope.

The trembling voice of his friend brought him back to reality. “…T-the first time?”

Jay’s eye widened. Oh. Right. More salty water escaped his eye “I- I- I couldn’t do anything about it. But I feel like I should’ve fought more! It’s just-!” he groaned as he tried to explain. It was hard. “Every time, he would offer me these kind of- ‘options’. But it didn’t matter what I choose, he would still- It would end the same-” he hiccuped, and tried to get more air so he could speak. Looking at Cole, he saw that he had his lips shut tight, eyes still black with tears. So many black traces on his face, reminding him of Morro’s own.

Fuck. He had forgotten how emphatic the earth ninja could be sometimes. He had not expected this reaction at all. He’d think that he would’ve pitied him, maybe even think that this would be enough for him to be repulsed by Jay. But no, he could still feel the arms around him. Firm.

I’m not not crying after the 100 time reading this fuck you I can sob my eyes out all I want.

“It’s not your fucking fault Jay, please.” He looked back at Cole. He seemed so sad. And a little mad. He swore he could something bright burning in his eyes. Warmth was now all Jay could feel around his wrists, but he didn’t think too much of it.

He just placed his head back on Cole’s chest, disappointed in himself. But still happy he’d been able to get most of it out. It did feel good. He was glad to be with him.

“…Can you hold me again?”

Cole nodded and immediately embraced his friends in his arms. It wasn’t feeling cold anymore, and Jay was just so tired. This temperature was very different than Nadakhan’s, and it was all that mattered.

 For once, he could fall asleep, feeling at ease.

He’s what Jay needs right now. He wants so badly to take Jays pain away but there’s nothing more he can do than be there.

Love the way hat added his lava arms very warm and protecting. AND amazing for punching that motherfucker in the face later.

(CH 8)

Thank you Nya for bringing him to the hospital. Jesus Christ I have a scar reference and Jay has been left in a blender.

I Love the nurse. I’m usually not big on OCs but Ava gets a pass. The interaction feels realistic, I love her sense of humor and story. Judging for going through medical school and then settling on becoming a therapist later in sheesh that’s a big pay and with medical debt!?! cut, but other than that. But Jay needs a therapist right now. Leaving a lot of her speech in because what she says is incredibly important. To the fic and real life.

“What do you say to your patients that have… uhm…”

She bandaged his hand while he struggled with his words. He could feel tears rising again, which was getting annoying at this point. He used his free hand to get rid of them, as she finished bandaging the damaged one. He didn’t know why he couldn’t name what happened. Why was he so stubborn on not being able to even say what happened.

His voice felt small. “…That got- got raped?”

He felt her grip tighten around him. She had been about to put a bandage around his right arm, where it had been sewed, but stopped. She breathed heavily, before moving the basin on the floor so she could seat, to handle what had just been said to her.

“FSM. I wanted to be wrong on this one.” She sighed and grabbed the same cream she had used on his ankle, rolling the seat up so she could be near his shoulders. She squeezed some ointment out and applied it on his shoulder. Harshly. As if wanting to keep Jay here, to make sure he wouldn’t let his mind wander in more memories.

“The first thing I’d say to them, is that none of it was their fault. From the moment there was no consent, then it’s not them they have to blame. It’s the one that did that shit to them. There’s not a lot you can do when you’re feeling danger everywhere around you. Some people freeze, or even go along what’s happening in order to have it be over as soon as possible.”

Jay frowned, swallowing thick. “And what if they begged for it at some point?”

She clicked her tongue. “Wanting pleasure, being lost in lust, as some would say, has nothing to do with consent. It can feel good even if you don’t want it. And that’s the only thing you have to remember. You did not want it.” he tried to speak, but she cut him. “Sometimes, no one has control over their brain, on how it reacts to things. It’s complicated to explain, but it’s quite easy for someone that knows how, to muddle with their target’s mind.” She gritted her teeth, and went to wash her hands when she was done with his shoulder. She came back to disinfect the multiple cuts she had found, precise. “It can be through drugs, touch-starving. I’ve heard things about-” she cut herself, gnawing at her lip. She was hesitant on sharing what she’d heard during her time helping people getting rid of their trauma. But Jay wasn’t having it.

“About what?” he sounded impatient. Or maybe afraid. He wasn’t sure.

“About… well, it’s fucked up, but making sure the person can do nothing but take it. And somehow make sure that the body can only feel that.” she looked at Jay, for a brief moment, but saw how he inhaled at the shared info. She sighed. “But at the end, it never is your fault. No consent or choice? Then no blame to take. That’s it.”

“… and how do I forget about it?”

She sat back on the stool, not able to stand with the conversation they were having. “You can’t really. At least, not in such a short time.” She tapped her fingers on the small table as she started to write down what she had seen. “I don’t want to lie to you. You’ll never forget about this. And your body won’t either.” she looked at Jay “But this doesn’t mean you’re weak, or anything like that. I hope you’re aware of this. Going through it and still standing?” she pointed her long fingers at him “That’s some damn strength I’ve rarely seen before.

“You gotta keep using that strength. And to do that, you have to accept what happened.” She got some bandage that sounded like tape, placing it on the largest cuts on his chest. Starting with the ones Nadakhan did, since they were the deepest. “You have to stop keeping that in, stop ignoring it, and accept the fact that, damn it Jay, you’re still breathing and alive. And sure, you were a victim. But, again, this doesn’t mean you weren’t strong, or that you should blame yourself for not fighting back more. But whether you like it or not, you did fight back. And I know, deep down, you know you are not responsible for any of this.” she groaned when she noticed a cut she had missed on his side, taking some kind of needle near her to get rid of the pus there. “You were not given a choice. And you should not feel ashamed that this happened. You have the right to be angry, mad, at this, or to not react to most things anymore.” She tapped the rest of his large cuts, and came back with a soaked cloth of alcohol, passing on them.

“None of it Jay, was your fault.”

He had let some tears go without realizing, breathing shakily. Her hand held to his arm and squeezed there, bringing some kind of comfort. He caught her wrist with his free hand and squeezed back. He breathed, just like he needed to, and tried to not cry more.

“Cry you have to. It feels good to do that y’know? Look at me, almost forty, and you saw me crying like a baby. Have the head of one too.” He couldn’t help the light chuckle. He brought a hand up to get rid of the tears on his cheek. “Fuck.”

This is key it establishes good core Morality in this fic.

Something that’s so sooo hard to talk about and almost never written right.

Actions and physical pleasure while being raped.

Jay in this fic struggles with this throughout the entire fic. HE blames himself hard. It’s the most common way to react for those with that trauma.

Difficult to understate how much pleasure fucks with your brain. I HATE when it’s used to justify atrocities. Real life and fictional. I was scared that’s what Bbnb would be but it never does that. Forced sexual pleasure can be the most potent vile emotionally physically psychologically traumatic shit there is. And Writing_Hat knows this.

(Ch 9)

Nya Light house :)

He wondered how she would open anything with those, since it wasn’t a padlock.

She raised her arm, and smashed the knob repeatedly, until it broke. If she had broken much more then the door, they didn’t say anything about it.

He smiled, amused. “Yeah, I guess that works too.”

Nya sighed heavily, looking to the side. She shrugged. “Sorry.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” He gave her a smirk. “We’re tired. I can understand frustration at the slightest inconvenience.”

She scratched the back of her head, and snorted. “Yeah.”

In this moment, he could see Nya, the woman he’d fallen in love with. The one that made mistakes, but couldn’t admit they were ones, like him. That didn’t like relying on anyone, not even Jay, when they used to date. Not even her brother. The woman that had built an entire mech with pure frustration, of being left behind, of not being able to help when she knew she could. That loved machines and fixing stuff as much as him.

Nya *bashes in door

Jay: Omg I’m so in love with her

Can’t help but laugh every time I read through this scene.

“Do you think seagulls eggs are edible?”

Lmao this conversation

Ugh and Nya written so real, she expect Jay to be transparent with her like he’s always been and believes that he is fine when he tells her.

He placed his forehead on the wood as soon as the door stopped getting pushed. “I can’t do this anymore. Fucking Master, I can’t do any of this anymore. So please-” He took a shuddering breath, trying to focus his blurry vision. He felt something getting on the wood on the other side, and wondered if she had her forehead there as well. It only made him want to sob harder. “Please, don’t remind me of how weak I am.”

He had whispered that, but the sob that reached his ears made him aware she heard him.

He cried. He cried, and let himself sliding along the wooden door, to be on his knees. He didn’t think he’d be able to stand up after this. He placed both hands on the door, not bothering to hold the handle anymore.

“I’m so sorry Nya.” He breathed, speaking through his tears. “Please, just please. Don’t ask questions. I’m begging you.”

He heard a sniffle from behind, before an exhale echoed in the other room. “I won’t. I swear. Just… just let me help you take care of those.” She cleared her throat. “You did so fucking good so far, I swear, but stop pretending you can take care of those on your own. At least, let me help you with the physical pain.”

Jay closed his eye. He waited, but he still didn’t hear her getting away. He sighed, getting rid of the last tears on his cheek, before getting back up on shaky legs. He turned the lock, slowly, but didn’t touch anything further. He walked away from the door, making sure to be facing it.

Nya waited a little, before opening the door, slowly, peaking her head inside. She had red and puffy eyes, her face still fresh from tears.

“…Jay?”

He raised a hand “Just.” He turned to the bed, sitting on it with a big sigh. “Let’s just get this over with. Please.”

He won’t take care of himself >:( Hat said Nya has trauma from Kai never actually taken care of himself or opening up till crisis growing, so she’s pushy.

Arms surrounded him. Strong, but not as large as the djinn’s. Holding him with force, but not too tight. Just what he felt he needed. The person was red, illuminated by in a blue light by his powers as lightning shot everywhere to attack those that dared getting close to him.

But she could stay. Her embrace was burning, at first, like a brand. So he tried to push her off, as much as he pulled on her clothing to have her close. He didn’t want to be left alone again. Not with Nadakhan, at least. He didn’t want to face any of this twisted evil on his own. The vines that were strangling his heart to pump his blood faster diminished their strength, so he could breath correctly as she hugged him.

Finally, he hugged back. His nails clinging at her back. He didn’t understand it, but his powers were still coming out of him. He didn’t understand that it meant she could be getting hurt too. But she seemed so patient. The thought that she could be in pain didn’t even brush him.

He just needed her.

The blue lights all over soon diminished, and the heartbeat in his ears slowed. He still could only hear that, until he could hear someone breathing. It was low, and focused, so he based his own lungs on that rhythm. It felt good, like water lulling him. Soon, he wasn’t drowning anymore. He was floating, because the water had decided to help him out of the depths.

Comforttttt Nya gets lightning scars tooo. The wording here makes me happy water symbolism it’s so ugghhh!

(Spoilers ch 10)

HAt said screw canon, they kiss!!! And I’m all here for it.

Time stopped for Jay.

It felt eternal, in that moment, to have her lips on his, correcting some of the fears from in his brain. This, was a kiss. Not like anything the djinn had stolen from him in a horrible way. She was so nice, and careful in this. Almost moving naturally.

The surprise made him gasp, small sparkles escaping his lips. But she didn’t back away; in fact, it was almost as if it made her want to deepen the kiss, sighing at the feeling of Jay’s lightning on her lips.

But he hadn’t been able to kiss back, nor enjoy it properly, before she pushed him back through the portal.

Jay’s interaction with his parents breaks my heart.

“Mom! Oh Master, Mom! It’s really you!” She gasped at the sudden hug, her bones and joints not really used anymore at surprising movements or anything like that. But she took it, for Jay. She hugged back, her hands pushing on the between of his shoulder-blades, to feel him through the tissues. But it wasn’t the only barrier. There were bandages here, too. She frowned, but kept a firm embrace, wanting to focus on the fact that he was here.

“Yes Jay! It’s me!” And she couldn’t really fight the way her voice wavered, not enjoying the emotions that strangled her. “You’re home.”

“H- Home?” He pulled away, looking around and panting, as if out of breath.

“H- Huh. I didn’t…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but frowned as he looked around, perhaps suddenly realizing that he was, indeed, home. She didn’t ask anything, and grabbed his face between her hands, to get him to look at her.

“Oh Jay. What happened?”

He breathed. “I just… I- can you hold me? Please?”

She nodded, and sat on the bed, to hold him properly. He threw himself on her, trying to keep air flowing in and out despite his unstoppable sobbing. She passed her hand back and forth on his back, thinking of nothing in particular. She couldn’t, or she’d lost herself in despair.

And if she did, she would cry with him, and wouldn’t restrain herself to ask questions, and figure out what had happened to her baby. Why was he hurt? Who did this to him? What happened to his eye? Did he come back from another fight?!

Oh, sometimes she wondered why he hadn’t just stayed their little boy, chasing his dreams in the big city as the most creative inventor. But Ed and her could never go against this dream of his. They could only stay in the back, and encourage him as he became, well, a hero.

The price was too big, she saw it every time he came home, with marks from his fights, or when he had to turn down one of their invitation to get to work. He usually came back with a big grin, proud of himself with new tales to ramble about, or complain of the simplest things. But it had never had this kind of consequences.

Something horrible happened to him. And she hated the idea that she hadn’t been there for him.

MAN

A little moment I like personally, and I drew is when Jay summoned his Dragon.

“Jay laughed. He had done it! He had summoned his dragon! The wind slapping his face and messing with his hair had never felt so good! He sighed, enjoying the fresh air above the desert, wanting to throw his fists in the air and scream at the top of his lungs. So he did! This stretched on his muscles, hurting, but not enough to stop his insane happiness, taking over. He screamed, glad no one was around to witness this madness.

Frankly, he didn’t think he’d care about that.”

(This was the second thing I drew in the scars are not accurate)

He blinked, looking at the concerned face of Cole. His friend gave him a bright smile upon seeing he had woken up. “Hey zap-mouth.”

Jay groaned, not able to stop the small smile on his lips. “Hi boulder brain- ugh.” He still felt heavy- perhaps side effects from being stuck in that blade, and had to accept the hand that was offered to him to get back up.

The cold hand was a welcomed feeling. He looked at it, then the arm, and then Cole.

I… I did it. He looked around, seeing his friends, all watching him expectantly. He swallowed hard, tears building up as he realized he truly had managed to get everyone out of the blade. Holy shit.

He noticed the cabin was now in shambles, but couldn’t think of it too much, when a hand came on his shoulder. He looked up, to see his Sensei, nodding to him.

Strong red arms pulled him into a hug, wheezing air out of him. “Jay you did it!”

He cracked a smile, and chuckled, tears falling down. “I… It’s great to see you guys!-” The grip around his arms tightened, forcing a cry to get past his lips. Kai placed him back down, apologizing, and dusting off his arms- only making things worst, but Jay wasn’t about to tell him.

COLE COLE AND other I love them I Need Them. JAy did it!!

(Ch 11)

A strong hand on his shoulder. He looked behind, seeing Cole with worried features.

“Jay, wait.”

He pinched his lips. He knew the question that was going to fall on him, but kept looking at his friend anyway. “How…” He swallowed thick. How was he supposed to ask this?

“How are you holding up?”

Jay gnawed his lip, his mind spacing out quickly as he thought of all the answers he could give- answers that would make him fall on his knees, body weakening if he ever stopped the adrenaline, to really take in all that had happened. A pain flashed through his spine, and he had to hold back both tongue and tears to not crumble in the hands of his best friend.

So, he shrugged. “I’m fine, I guess.” Lie. Lie lie lie lie- and Cole knew it. “I just… I’ll feel better when we get rid of Nadakhan.”

The ghost frowned, lower lip trembling as he restrained the shaking of his body. He wanted- he wanted to do something, anything. Hold the blue ninja in his arms, maybe? So he tried, but Jay took a step back, and it was like a spear, got through his heart. But he couldn’t force his friend to come to him, he had- to respect whatever was happening to him.

“Cole, can you… can you not say anything to the others?”

It broke him from his thoughts. What? “I just… don’t tell them what happened. Please. I- I can’t-” he gasped, and cleared his throat. “I can’t keep going if the others know. Please.”

Cole nodded, but Jay shook his head. “No, I want you to promise me with words. Here, and now.”

What am I supposed to do? If he even tried to share that with someone-who could he even say that to? Jay didn’t want anyone to know, and this was his choice. As… heartbreaking as it was.

As difficult as it would be for Cole.

Especially when he wanted Jay anywhere but near the djinn. But they needed him, and his guidance, since he was the only one that had spent that much time with- fuck, he hated thinking of that. And, with the lightning ninja wanting nothing more then what had happened to be kept as a secret, telling everyone that he did not want to see Jay part of this mission could only raise suspicions.

Fuck. Fuck, I hate this. But after everything, they could talk about it, he hoped.

“I…” He couldn’t go against that one wish. “I promise, Jay.”

COLE AGh MAN fuck my feelings every time you open your mouth.

He then looked back to his friends, seeing Cole trying to come back to him and Nya. Which, Jay knew he could’ve managed, with how weak Dogshank was becoming each second, soon without enough force to keep him from coming back in the room.

But Jay shook his head. It froze Cole on spot.

He could almost hear the panicked interrogation in his head, and it made him crack a smile. Such a boulder brain.

He looked at his best friend, silent tears falling as he made him understand that he couldn’t come to save them. Not now. Cole gritted his teeth, still hesitant. So Jay mouthed the word “Go”, letting unspeakable words being shared, to make sure he would not try to come for them. Jay and Nya were too weak to follow, and by the time they reached the broken doors, Nadakhan would’ve already gotten rid of Doubloon. This, he was sure of.

So they had to escape, now that they could.

I’m counting on you to save us. Cole cried, but nodded back, following reluctantly his friends and the pirates that had helped them.

Uggggh he had to leave Jay behind to save them all hurt how much they care for each other.

(13 there is 0 comfort in ch 12 oops Just horrors)

JAY Catches a LIGHTNING BOLT and fucks of the monsters arm.

Catch that force, take it away; but this time to keep it in. He inhaled hard through the mouth, because his nose had stopped answering too, apparently. He twitched, once, twice, feeling everything collide inside of him; the electricity he produced, and the one coming from the outside. Electrons mad to be confronted to something that stayed a threat despite their similarities.

But they had no choice. They had to cooperate. His fingers shook, as he absorbed everything, and then everything tensed, and then-

He took a deep breath, feeling the insanity of his lightning under his skin. He heard gasps, and he really didn’t know what that much power was looking like on him. He exhaled, and focused his eye back on the djinn. He still had his hand on the lever, made out of metal, like everything around them in this room. And he has no fucking glove.

The lightning was buzzing, getting his train of thoughts. Apparently, liking the idea.

Because Jay did.

Jay cracked a smile, enjoying how it made Nadakhan’s eyes widen in surprise.

Motherfucker.

After thinking that, he released everything, letting it explode through the vengestone, the chains, the wires that were connected to him, and the machine.

It felt heavenly, despite old and new wounds re-opening under this much pressure. He could feel his blood, pouring out, from his head, his arms, hands, chest- he coughed, as lightning still escaped him, feeling the dizziness taking over.

Last thing he saw, was Nadakhan holding a smoking arm, screaming and looking at Jay with rage.

Worth it.

He blacked out with a smile, ready to let himself go.

The kind lady give food :,)

“Oh First Master of Spinjitzu. You’re… you’re Jay! The lightning ninja!”

He tried to answer, getting shocked by his own nerves. He shook his head, almost feeling those sparks escape his mouth to float all the way to his brain, before gone. He clenched his fists, trying to get back on his feet with the help of that golden bar, and looked at the woman through the cage.

He sighed. “Used to be.” Damn, his voice sounded broken and raspy. He looked away in shame.

“What?” She took back the pitcher she had used to hydrate him. “What do you mean?”

“Take a look.”

And she did. Though her face indicated that she had focused on his state before, it seemed like she still wasn’t able to stomach it. A shuddered breath made it past her lips, and she reached for something inside the pocket of the robe she was wearing- the cloth had flowers pattern, probably beautiful when brand new. But here, it was torn, in parts…

Seems like we got one thing in common, fuck. He turned his head away, not able to take in something else he had failed when he had given the djinn power. He started to shake, ready to let another trail of tears fall down his face. But he couldn’t, not in front of someone who seemed as distressed as he was; so he took a deep breath, and turned back to look at her. She had retrieved bread, in that dress, that she handed to him- to his mouth, since he couldn’t use his hands.

“Here, I stole that from the kitchens.” She smiled. “They’re not very careful about things.”

He thanked her, and opened his mouth. His stomach rumbled, and though he blushed in embarrassment, she didn’t say anything, holding the back of his head so he wouldn’t get hurt when bending his neck that way to eat the bread.

It was dry, but it was better then nothing. And after so long without food, it felt heavenly.

How many people were stuck here? People he couldn’t help, despite his best attempts.

Fuck off, what kind of attempts, exactly? When he had tried to cowardly run away from Delara? Or when he had eaten an innocent?

He was useless. And he knew that. She must’ve noticed something in his eye, because she hurriedly spoke, as soon as he finished the bread.

“Please, don’t give up. I have no idea what’s going on outside.” She took a deep breath. “But if you’re still alive, then it has to mean not everything is lost. Please.” She placed a shaky hand on his shoulder, her eyes watering with emotion. “Please.”

…Was she seeing a symbol of hope? He hated that. He wasn’t one! And he had to tell her! But when he opened his mouth, no words came out. Instead, his throat tightened.

Because he could see the cracks in her, too. How close she was to give up- she had, at some point. Did seeing Jay lift her spirits back up? Her eyes were almost dull, but ready to let that hope shine through.

So…

He nodded, ever so slowly, and forced on his muscle to speak. “I won’t. Don’t worry.” Lie. “I won’t let anyone down.” Maybe she wouldn’t notice he was lying, since he couldn’t really make a difference himself if he was or not; it sounded more like he tried to convince himself.

Something sparked, in her eyes, and a frail smile drew on her lips when she sighed, relieved to hear him say those words. “Thank you. For everything-”

The Ninja finding him is currently the scene that’s emotionally devastating me.

Cole took a deep breath, and raised both arms up. He then left some space, walking back.

Jay looked at him confused, but with a form of relief. His arms lowered down, and he was still shaking, but it somehow worsened when his eye suddenly widened- the face he would do when realizing something important.

So, the earth ninja tried to keep his face neutral, as he looked at him directly in the eye.


“I swear Jay. I swear to you, I’ll make them pay.”

COLE they found Jay because of him this scene is so so sweet and bitter.

A hand came on his back, and he gasped. But this time, the hand didn’t go away. It pulled him, and he tried with whatever force left in him to fight against it. But he ended up in the cold arms of the ghost, embracing him like he was the most precious thing in the world. And he hated that, just as much as he craved this. Because this really was his best friend- because it meant they still cared.

Other arms came in, and he saw the white tissue that defined the ice ninja. Still so cold, somehow more then the ghost’s ones.

He cried when red surrounded him too. Sobbed, even, in the welcomed heat that was so different from Nadakhan’s, bringing some kind of peace to his mind at the idea that the djinn’s was nothing but foreign and poisoning, compared to this one. He hadn’t even been aware they could be different kinds of heat- or maybe his brain was making things up to make him feel better.

Never the less, he held onto those. He didn’t know which arms he was holding onto, exactly, but he couldn’t care. He sobbed harder, closing his eye, realizing that this was real.

His brothers were here, and he was about to get out of here.

I’m so soft for hugs I can’t even function.

Anyways thanks again for the ask!! I think my heart has been waiting for someone to ask me this.

For more of my bbnb art here

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[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Hey, I’m case you’re still taking prompts, got any ideas for Augustín and Bruno? I can’t help but think how an accident prone love bug and a neurotic prophet would get along? Like would Bruno keep trying to warn Gus or is there any point?

I'm always open to prompts!

My headcanon is that angsty-teenager Bruno (hello, untreated mental illness) thought Agustín was somehow messing with Julieta at first. Surely, one person cannot be so accident-prone and clumsy, right?

Wrong! Agustín is in a league of his own.

Once Bruno realises that Agustín is just Like That (and is a sincerely sweet and funny guy) he likes him a lot more.

At first, Bruno wondered if Agustín was one of those jerks who just liked to waste Julieta's time. There was no way this kid was actually this accident-prone, right?

He and Julieta were thirteen, Agustín was twelve and, once more, Agustín showed up at Julieta's stall. He was utterly covered in bee stings, swollen grotesquely. Bruno heard an old lady in the crowd gag.

Honestly, Bruno was kind of tempted to gag too. It was gross.

It was also Agustín's fourth appearance today. No, really. Bruno wished he was joking.

"Oh dear," Julieta said. She looked amused but also completely baffled. "Um, what happened exactly?"

"I was trying to help mi Papí chop wood," Agustín said sheepishly. "But, um...When I swung the axe..."

"You hit a tree with a beehive," Bruno finished flatly. Sue him, he was suspicious, okay?

"Sí!" Agustín bit into the cookie Julieta handed him and the swelling immediately went down. "Did you have a vision?"

Bruno tensed. Everyone in line tensed. Julieta, who had previously been smiling, looked at Agustín with an accusing frown.

"No," Bruno snapped, unable to hold back his impatience. Was Agustín seriously trying to imply his own clumsiness was some sort of curse from Bad Luck Bruno? "It's just obvious you're stupid."

There were startled gasps then. Even Bruno was surprised at himself. He didn't insult people so bluntly and when he was outside of Casita he barely spoke above a whisper. Normally, Julieta would tell him off for being rude, but she was still looking at Agustín like he was one of the bullies from school.

Most shockingly of all, Agustín laughed. "I am," he said cheerfully. "Y'know, Mamí took me to get my eyes tested again- she thought my sight must have gotten worse- but nothing's changed! I just always fall over."

"...Oh," Bruno mumbled. He knocked on Julieta's stall and his own head. Slowly, cautiously, Julieta began to smile again.

Realisation seemed to hit Agustín when he saw how everyone in line was staring and whispering. "Oh! Oh, yikes, I only asked- I just meant because you guessed what I'd done! I don't think you made it happen."

"...Oh," Bruno mumbled again, slouching in his seat. Julieta sighed in relief. "Er, okay then."

Agustín smiled, swinging his arms. "Heh. Anyway, I'd better-"

And the world turned green. Pain flared in his head, the sounds around him melted away and Bruno was only dimly aware of Julieta's arms catching him before he could fall off his seat.

Agustín was standing in front of Julieta with a bloody nose and black eye. He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. He and Julieta were still in the clothes they were already wearing; it was still today then.

Bruno came back to reality, slouched against Julieta, gasping for breath.

"Sana sana colita de rana," Julieta sang softly. "You okay, hermanito?"

Bruno carefully pretended he didn't see one of the men cross themselves, or how everyone around them seemed to be holding their breath.

Everyone but Agustín. He was kneeling next to Julieta, eyes wide and concerned behind his glasses.

"You okay?" he asked. "That looks like it hurts."

Bruno sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Juli, give him an arepa for the road. He's gonna need it."

#answers #asks #prompts #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto fanfic #the madrigal triplets #agustin is a hot mess #and we love him for it #my writing #snippets #encanto snippets #bruno my beloved #julieta my beloved #agustin my beloved #madrigal family shenanigans

[esther-dot]

I know, I KNOW that I should just block some tags (now that I'm thinking of it, I swear I'll do it), BUT it really annoys me how antis blatantly lie about what we say. "Jonsas believe that Jon saying that Winterfell belongs to her means that he's in love with her. But Jon couldn't care less about Sansa, he didn't even care she was forcefully married to Tyrion 🤪🤪🤪". Uhmm, no? That's literally not true? No one says that Jon defended Sansa's right to WF because he is in love with her, wtf. The majority of the fandom believes they will fall in love, not that they're already in love. And the pre-canon crush theory, while highly entertaining, is not that serious or accepted by the fandom. Even those who believe in it see it as an unconscious/innocent thing. We see that is curious how Sansa thinks about how no one would want her for love but for Winterfell only for Jon to reject it in her favour. It's curious from a storytelling pov. It doesn't mean we believe Jon denied his deepest desire because the great romantic love he felt for Sansa. Also, the way they're willing to make Jon a jerk just to go against jonsa will never cease to amuse me. Anyway we're not the ones thinking that a boy missing/thinking/wanting to protect his 9-year-old sister means that he's in love with her. They literally talk about Jon comparing Ygritte's body to his sister's as if he was already sexually attracted to her. A little bit of self-awareness wouldn't hurt.

Oh, I have all the tags filtered and somehow I still have seen that take! And like you, I have never seen a Jonsa argue that he did that because he was in love with Sansa. In fact, I think it is entirely about his conscience, his feelings that it would be wrong for him to take from the Starks, and it makes his refusal more poignant that he's denying himself his greatest wish for a person he doesn't have a particularly strong bond with.

I think it's just the nature of fandom (or at least, this fandom, since we have no new material forthcoming) to focus too much on fellow fans rather than the content we're all fans of. I mean, I'm a fan of the Sansa/Jonsa fandom, we're all kinda mutual fans of each other, so in that way, I am focused on the fandom, but I mean being irritated with people who disagree and allowing our annoyance to interfere with reading thoughtfully/clear thinking.

It takes more effort and maturity to engage with what someone is actually saying rather than straw manning their arguments, putting words in their mouth etc, but whether it’s this fandom or simply internet culture, I see that a lot. People really want to feel superior so they go the easy route when it comes to taking others down a peg. Instead of creating their own theories or engaging in a supportive way with people they agree with, they lash out. Anyway, since we're a worldwide fandom I try to really understand what the person's point is rather than getting too carried away in inferring tone or focusing on a single word (cultural/language differences might play a factor in how we interpret what is written or in how we express ourselves), but I've seen enough of the takes you're talking about to know that antis willfully misinterpret what we say and intentionally lie about us to ostracize Jonsas.

As for this:

We see that is curious how Sansa thinks about how no one would want her for love but for Winterfell only for Jon to reject it in her favour.

I think that's something that if the fandom wasn't so terrified of Jonsa, they'd see as really intriguing, especially when Sansa has wished for a hero to do a specific deed for her and Jon does it. As in, even if they don't think the two will fall in love, the author is presenting Jon as Sansa's hero/the kind of man she no longer thinks exists. That doesn't automatically mean they will enter into a romantic relationship, someone could argue that is Martin indicating to the reader that Jon is like a hero out of the songs, that he's using this to contrast Jon with other characters who would use Sansa and/or have failed her... There are lots of interesting readings you can do on those moments, but the fear of Jonsa means having to downplay some of Jon's goodness and depth, it seems.

#ask dot

[elliewiltarwyn]

obvious

So, context: I'm taking Lily through Stormblood currently (which is doubly funny because she doesn't actually go to the Far East in my canon, but anyway), and just after the Naadam, I got hit by a particular piece of NPC dialogue that amused me so much that for some silly reason it inspired me to write a whole 1,053-word thing about how Ellie would react to it. it may be a little self-indulgent. i apologize.

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As Ellie finishes spinning her claymore like a propeller and stabs it into the earth at her side, the four Mol warriors she’s demonstrating for erupt into cheers and applause, and the sounds are… heartening, Mia finds. It’s good to see these young spirited fighters celebrating a hard-won victory — and from the shite-eating grin on her lips, Ellie seems to agree.

“How I envy you, khagan! Why, you could court the man of your choice!”

Ellie’s grin vanishes and she arches an eyebrow at the zealous warrior, and the chatter ceases suddenly, a thick silence falling over everyone; for a moment, the young man freezes, suddenly keenly aware he's said something wrong.

But Ellie just shakes her head and chuckles, drumming her fingers on her claymore’s crossguard. “…Man,” she murmurs, leaving the word hanging in the air like a deflating balloon, watching the warrior’s face grow more and more terrified the longer the silence stretches on. “Yeah. Sure. We’ll go with that.” She speaks each of those monosyllabic words as slowly and carefully as possible, her eyes lighting up further the more beads of sweat appear on the young man’s forehead.

“O-o-or woman!” he finally sputters. “Pray forgive me, khagan, I did not intend—”

Ellie claps the man on the shoulder, smirking wickedly at him, then pats him on top of his head in the single most condescending gesture Mia has ever seen in her life, bending his cap slightly. Then she turns, hoists her claymore out of the ground, and slings it across her shoulder as she walks away, making her way back towards Cirina standing just outside the main yurt.

Mia watches her go, unsure if she wants to know what her own face looks like; she has the sense she is failing miserably at hiding her own amusement. Lyse certainly is, she notices, all but stuffing her fist in her mouth to stifle her laughter as she exchanges glances with Mia. For the young warrior’s part, he seems to be crumpling in on himself with mortification as his friends laugh and clap him on the back, one of them patting his head in the same manner Ellie just had. Mia gets the sense that their new khagan has just codified one of the better in-jokes their friend circle will have in their entire lives.

“I mean,” Lyse says in an undertone as she and Mia turn to follow, “strictly speaking, she probably could, you know? Technically, what her orientation is has no direct effect on the sorts of suitors she could court.”

“I suppose not,” Mia agrees, shaking her head in bemusement. “We’ve seen what she’s like when she gets male attention, however.”

“She does not take it well, it’s true,” Lyse admits, scratching her cheek and letting out a nervous laugh. “What was it she said, after she broke that drunkard’s arm in Shiokaze?”

“Muttered something to the effect of ‘am I not obvious enough of a lesbian?’, I believe.”

“I suppose I can’t blame this poor fellow for not knowing,” Lyse says idly with a giggle. “It’s all cultural — and this steppe has been home to some of the most unique cultures I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s been… incredible,” Mia murmurs, “learning about all the myriad differences of all these clans.”

“I’m really glad we came here, but I’ll admit… I’m most glad we—well, Hien, I suppose, fell in with the Mol in particular.”

“Agreed — inability to recognize homosexuality when they see it notwithstanding.”

“Ellie is very gay and proud of it,” Lyse chuckles, looking up at the roegadyn in question in the distance; she’s currently chatting with Cirina about something in a low voice. “Very confident in herself.” She takes on a somewhat wistful expression as her hand rests on her hip. “I… like that about her.”

Mia looks at her, stunned; only then does Lyse seem to realize what she just said, and she claps a hand over her mouth, her eyes going wide. They meet Mia’s briefly, a rising sense of panic creeping up Lyse’s face. “Um. Anyway! Er, let’s— I had a question for Hien, anyway!” And she bolts, dashing straight past Ellie and Cirina and into the yurt. The two warriors, the roegadyn khagan and the upcoming Xaela khatun, blink in confusion as they watch the doors flap back and forth in Lyse’s wake.

“Uh… she okay?” Ellie asks, frowning at Mia as she approaches.

“I… don’t know.” Mia feels a strange twisting in the pit of her stomach, and she still can’t put a name to it, and by this point it is really bothering her. She grits her teeth with her lips closed tight, then looks up at Ellie. “Are you? After that… I remember that bothered you a lot in Ishgard…”

“Oh, yeah, no worries,” Ellie says dismissively and shrugs. “Much different coming from an enthusiastic young nomadic warrior than a stick-up-his-arse pompous nobleman.”

The aghast look on Cirina’s face draws another laugh from Mia, at least. “Your… The breadth of your experience is vast, I see. Much more than our own, I suppose.”

“We’ve been around,” Ellie admits with another small shrug, and then grins down at the kind Xaela. “But some places have certainly been better than others — and this place, ephemeral as it is… Mol Iloh is among the top.” Mia cannot fail to notice the way Cirina’s eyes go wide and her cheeks light up, the strange way she stares up at Ellie like she’s seeing her in a whole new light. It boggles her mind that Ellie doesn’t seem to notice, carrying on without adjusting her tone in the slightest. “One of the most comfortable homes with some of the kindest people I’ve ever had the privilege to meet. It was a pleasure to fight for you, Cirina.”

“O-oh!” Cirina’s blush is luminescent against her pale skin and deep blue scales; after quickly wiping her sleeve against her face, utterly failing to scrub the redness away, she beams up at Ellie. “I-I’m both flattered and overjoyed to hear that. Thank you, Ellie!”

Ellie smiles back, pats her on the shoulder, and then moves over, ducking through the yurt doors, while Mia watches Cirina blinking rapidly as she gently touches her own extremely red cheeks and is left to consider how extremely obvious Ellie’s orientation is.

#my fanfiction #ffxiv fanfiction #the biggest self-indulgence really is that ellie causes cirina's gay awakening sdsdgjhsdg #on a side note i'll try putting out smaller scenes like this more often and hope i can get out of a rut :)

[house-of-slayterr]

I just imagined, that Maggie and Y/N got drunk and started to chatter, like girl talk, about top 3 the most handsome men in Gotham, who would you rather..., Bang marry kill etc. Think you could go on with it? :D

Girls Night Out!

Today has been the absolute worst. Not only did I have three floral cancellations, but a spontaneous wedding just had to happen. And the bride was demanding I get 2 days worth of work done in 5 hours. I’d pricked myself on several roses, and the fragile calendula petals kept ripping from their stems. I was about three seconds away from just burning the whole place to the ground with me inside.

“Maggie, what are you still doing here?” My boss asked.

“Wedding, bridzilla, no time.” I mumbled.

“Yikes, want some help?”

“She’ll notice of the work isn’t mine, she’s very picky and if I have to see her cry one more time today, I’m going to shove a bundle of roses down my throat, with thorns still intact.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender and walked away. But just as he reached the door he paused.

“Oh, umm somebody left you something out front. Just make sure to lock up when you’re done ok?”

“Did you see who?”

“Only saw the back of their head as the left, red hair.”

“Fuck.” I muttered. “Ok thanks. I’ll let you know when I’ve locked up for the night. Who gets married at midnight in Gotham anyways?”

“Beats me kid, try and get some rest ok. Maybe take tomorrow off.”

“Thanks.”

By the time I got of work I wanted to slam my head into a wall repeatedly. My hands were shaking from how much I stressed over every little detail on the bouquets. Out of instinct my feet carried me to Y/N’s place. I didn’t really wanna go back to one of Oswald’s moods at the moment. So I found myself knocking at the assassins door. I was surprised when I heard laughter on the other side. She looked down at me when she open the door.

“Oh Maggie, what a pleasant surprise.”

Her smirk was anything but comforting at the moment. She was planning something. Before I could even ask what she was up to, she dragged me into her house. That’s when I saw a familiar face.

“Tabby, what are you doing here?”

It was clear from the bottle littered around that these two were already halfway on their way to being drunk. And I kind of envied that.

“Y/N was having a bad day, one that killing people wouldn’t fix. So we’re having a girls evening? Care to join us Bunny?”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but quickly walked over. Y/N sat beside Tabitha on the couch, and I gently lifted Tabitha’s hands, sitting on her lap.

“There is a whole couch you know?”

“You’re comfier, Mon Cher.” I flirted.

Y/N raised her brow at the two of this.

“Not that I’m not enjoying the show, because I certainly am, but when did this happen?” Y/N mused.

“You remember a while back what I said when I dealt with the whole Fish issue?”

“Yeah… wait-“

“Omg Y/N! You really thought I was sleeping with Tabitha’s boyfriend and she didn’t know about it? That’s totally against girl code!”

Tabitha watched the two of us in amusement, playing with my hair. She slowly undid the right braid in my hair, unknowing realising the tension from my scalp. I wasn’t even really aware it was there until it suddenly wasn’t, I instinctively leaned into her touch. It was nice to feel wanted, even if it was nothing serious. Tabitha always knew how to make me feel better.

“We’ll you surprised us with a lot of things that day Kitten, how was I supposed to know you were at turning a new leaf?”

She sipped her wine with a smirk on her face.

“That’s phrase is usually used when someone suddenly chooses to have morals, not be a horn wrecking whore.”

“To each their own. By the way, what the hell are you wearing?”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“Darling, hate to break it to you, but in this town, you might as well be dressed as a nun.” Tabitha clarified.

I looked down at my outfit in shame. I didn’t think it was that bad, but then again, I was in the company of two of the most dangerously beautiful people in the whole city. I let out an exasperated sigh, letting my face lull back into the crook of Tabitha’s neck.

“And what exactly do you want me to do about that?” I questioned.

“Strip.” Y/N all but commanded.

“Excuse-moi?”

“You heard me, then Tabby and I will choice your outfit for this evening. Come on, it will be fun. Don’t you agree Tigress?”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

I glared at the two of them. But got up from my seat anyways.

“You know I hate the two do you, like on a personal level right?”

“Join the club.” They said in sync.

“Fine, but I’m not drunk enough for this. Also there’s like no music, what the hell am I supposed to strip to? The sound of my heart beat?”

“I can fix both of those issue Mon Cherie, just give me a moment.”

Y/N left to raid her liquor cabinet. And I stared at Tabitha in bewilderment.

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this.”

“Like it’s the craziest thing you’ve done Bunny? What happens at girls night, stays at girls night.”

“Wow, how comforting.” I glared.

Y/N came back with a drink that looked nearly deadly.

“What the hell is that?” I stopped her.

“Remember how I told you you shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answers too…” she smirked at me. “Now open wide.”

“Definitely not.”

“Don’t be such a worry wort, it’s not poisoned if that’s what your thinking.”

“Yeah that’s not my main concern right now”

Tabitha got up from her spot on the couch and approached me from behind.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you loosen up Bunny, you seem stressed. You probably need this more than we do.”

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and choosing to trust these two women with my life. A mistake very few people survive. I felt one of Tabby’s hands snack around my waist, pulling me closer to her, and the other made it’s way around my neck. Most people would be terrified, but I had to fight everything in me not to whimper in that moment. She forced my head back.

“Now be a good girl and open your mouth bunny”

I did as I was told without hesitation. Y/N placed her hand on my chin and slowly poured the alcohol down my throat. It burned, like my throat was actually melting, but I endured it until the glass was empty. Then suddenly they let go off me, and this time I couldn’t help but let a sad little whine escape.

“See, it wasn’t that bad now was it?” Tabitha comforted.

“Look at you, so submissive and needy Kitten. It’s honestly adorable.” Y/N teased.

“You try being in my position and tell me how much you like it.” I snapped back.

But her ever present smirk just grew.

“Now I’m sure you know the rules for a proper strip tease.”

“Yes, I’m not five.”

“The better the show, the better the outfit you’ll earn.”

Y/N walked over to her speaker and pressed play on the song she chose. I was so used to her music taste when she was with Victor, I never even thought about what she might listen to on her own. As the song picked up I set my pace, making sure to make it as slow and painful for them as I possibly could. If they were gonna torture me, two could play at that game.

As I got more into it as the Al him finally started to set in, I playfully slapped Tabitha’s hand away as she tried to grab me.

“You should know that you can’t touch the Dancers Tabby.”

She rolled her eyes and growled playfully.

“You’re no fun.”

“On the contrary my love, I’m having the best time right now.” I smirked.

When the song was over I was just in my underwear, cause there would be no point in taking it off. At least not without a tip.

“Who the hell were you trying to impress wearing those?” Y/N teased.

“Maybe I wear my nice lingerie all the time? Who says I wear it for anybody?”

She raised her brow at me skeptically.

“I’m with Y/N on this one, you totally wore those cause you were hoping someone would see them.”

“We’ll now someone has. Now do I get clothes now or am I just gonna walk around half naked the rest of the night?”

“I wouldn’t mind”. Tabitha purred.

I threw a pillow at her face.

“And then I’d have to tell Butch we had fun without him. And that wouldn’t be fair now would it?”

Y/N grabbed my hand and dragged me over to her room before rummaging through her closet. I looked around noticing all the odd things she had in her room. Some of them I didn’t want to ask, cause I’m pretty sure my imagination could figure it out. I mean the handcuffs on the bed were pretty self explanatory. Even I wasn’t that boring, but the other stuff, I’d like to remain blissfully unaware.

She handed me a oversized black shirt and what looked to be a corset. I knew better than to ask her where the pants were, it was clear I wasn’t getting more to put on. I shot her a playful glare and asked her to turn around.

“Really, you practically give us both a lap dance but you want me to turn around so you can change?”

“My bra isn’t gonna look good with this outfit ok. Leave me alone.”

She playfully wiggled her fingers before covering her eyes. I quickly pulled on the outfit, and I had to admit, I looked hot.

“Wait, why have I never seen you wear this?”

She shrugged.

“You know how Oswald is, if I showed up to work dressed like that, he’d make me walk the streets.”

She laughed at her own joke.

“Oh great, so I get to dress like a hooker instead.”

“You look nice, stop fretting. I mean Tabitha is wearing all black leather and always carries her whip on her. And I just dress like a more sophisticated hooker. Now go show your girl your outfit so we can get approval.”

I blushed furiously.

“She’s not mine and you know that.”

“Whatever you say Kitten.”

Tabitha’s eyes widened when she looked at me. I gave her a worried glance. Did it look bad? Maybe I wasn’t the right kind of girl to wear something like this. I mean knowing Y/N this simple outfit was probably more expensive than my old apartment bill.

“What, is something wrong with it?”

“I Just- wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your boobs look that nice.”

I had to take a deep breath to calm myself. It was kinda funny when I thought about it. It was clear to everyone that she was originally gonna say something else, but I let it slide. Y/N was practically cackling at the encounter.

“I think it makes her legs look nicer, the fishnets really complete the look.” Y/N complimented.

“We’ll now I feel both ridiculously over and under dressed. I don’t know how you managed to do it.”

I sat back down, gratefully taking the wine glass Tabitha offered me.

“So, what’s next on the girls night agenda?”

“Would could play Fuck, Marry, Kill?” Y/N suggested.

“Please tell me you mean the regular sorority way and not some strange Gotham version of the game.”

“What, are you chicken?”

“No, I’d just rather not be arrested for manslaughter or public voyeurism tonight thank you very much.”

“Kid’s got a point, besides you know how Gotham weddings are…” Tabitha concluded.

“Fine, I’ll start. Edward, Harvey, Butch.” She grinned Wickedly at the two of us.

“Easy, Kill Harvey, Fuck Riddle-Ed and Marry Butch.” Tabitha said.

“I know a trap when I see one Y/N I’m not stupid.”

“It’s fine, I won’t be offended.” Tabitha assured.

“Fine, umm Marry Butch I guess, but by default that means I get you as my wife, kill Edward and Kiss Harvey.”

“Woah Woah Woah, kiss Harvey?”

“I mean I’ve already done it so… besides I don’t think Edward would appreciate me trying to kiss him.”

“You’ve kissed Harvey?”

“I was trying to make Jim jealous, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“And you think Edward would appreciate you trying to kill him?”

“He’d think it was admirable at best. Could be worse ways to die. Now, Victor, Lee, Ivy.” I said.

Y/N glared at me, but answered quicker than I thought.

“We’ll I already made the mistake of Marrying Victor once, so kill him, marry Lee and kiss Ivy.”

I rolled my eyes, god she was so stubborn. She’s have to get over this eventually.

“Um, I’m gonna have to agree with Y/N on the Vic front. Besides I don’t want her to shot me for my answer. But I’d Marry Ivy, kiss Lee. I don’t know how you could stand to marry her, she seems insufferable.”

“Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me just yet bunny. Alfred, Me… Jim.”

“Really?”

“Answer the question Maggie!” Y/N taunted.

“Toi en premier, la garce!”

“Fun. Fuck the butler, kiss the assassin, kill the boy toy.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I Hope you know I hate both of you.”

“You keep saying that, yet you keep coming back for more.”

“What can I say, I’m a masochist.”

“Not that that revelation isn’t exiting my dear, but answer the question.”

“Or what?”

Tabitha quickly flipped me over, hovering above me on the couch, a knife suddenly in her hand, pressed against my throat.

“Do it, I’ll just enjoy it!” I smirked.

She rolled her eyes.

“Answer.”

I brought my knee up between her leg, catching her off guard and flipping her. I threw the knife across the room, lodging it in the wall, and pulled her into a rough kiss. Then a pulled away with a smirk.

“Marry Alfred, kill Jim.”

I reached for my glass once more and finished it off.

“Maybe we should get you drunk more often Kitten, you’re fun like this.”

“Alfred, really?” Tabitha tested.

I could hear the pout in her voice from me stopping our make out session. But that’s what she gets for being a massive tease all night.

“I mean have you seen that guy work his magic in the kitchen, with the way her used those hands… besides he would actually treat me right.”

Y/N faked wiping tears from her eyes.

“They grow up so fast.”

I’d never heard Tabitha laugh so hard in my entire life. I playfully punched Y/N in the arm.

“Enough of this, I have a new game, Truth or Dare!” I announced.

“Darling we both know nobody here is picking truth.”

“Perfect. Tabitha, I dare you to finish what’s left of that whiskey bottle.”

“Easy! Done!”

We watched as she walked over to the bottle? Flicking off the cap.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Y/N and I chanted in sync.

It was funny really, if anyone saw us right now. A strange bunch of people doing a weird assortment of things. She did a little bow after and returned to the couch.

“Ok you’re turn Bunny, I dare you to steal the knife hidden under Y/N’s skirt!”

“We’ll how is that fair? If she knows I’m gonna steal it she won’t let it happen!”

“Not my problem.”

“Fine, what’s the deadline.”

“End of the night.”

“Deal!”

“Hate to break it to you Kitten but you’re gonna lose this dare.”

“To bad, so sad, moving on. Y/N I dare you to go make out with the first person you see when we go outside.”

“Oh we’re taking things outside now?”

“You got me all dressed up, I’m not wasting those outfit.”

“Fine, to the club we go.”

We all made our way out of her apartment. The Gotham streets were surprisingly empty tonight. We listened to Tabitha babble about how annoying her older brother was. And honestly I’m glad I’ve never had to meet him, he sounds miserable. When we made it to the club, the bouncer stood outside. I gave Y/N a knowing look. I watched as she approached the man, I had to admit, she flirted pretty effortlessly. I don’t know why I was surprised. And as she kissed him, Tabitha and I snuck past into the club.

“That worked better than I thought.” I smirked.

“She’s gonna hate you for that you know? Man wasn’t really her type.”

“Not if I pay for drinks tonight.”

“Smart move.”

I hid behind Tabitha as Y/N came toward me. She chuckled at my action.

“Don’t worry Kitten, I’m giving you a free pass this once. But pick a stupid dare like that again and I’ll stab you.”

I grabbed some shots for the girls and awaited the dare that was sure to punish me.

“Maggie, I dare you to start a bar fight.”

My eyes widened.

“What did I ever do to the two of you that you hate me so much?” I grumbled.

“Aww sweetheart, we don’t hate you. You just unfortunately befriended two sadists. You’re mistake really.” Tabitha jeered.

I scanned the crowd, trying my best to pick someone that wouldn’t be able to do too much damage. Did Y/N really want to get kicked out already? This was Gotham, half these club goers probably snuck some sort of weapon in here.

“Stop stalling.” Y/N warned.

“I’m not stalling, I’m being analytical. Can’t continue this game if I’m dead.”

Tabitha spun me around, and pointed.

“How about him.”

She pushed me forward before I could even protest. I glared back at the two of them, but smiled to myself when I realised this might actually be fun. I called out a random name, making myself sound drunker than I actually was. The guy looked at me confused but understood I was trying to talk to him. I took note of the girl dancing close to him, and could see they Ken’s each other.

“I can’t believe you could do that to me, you bastard. How could you cheat on me with my own sister!” I lied.

Before he could even open his mouth, I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. It was kind of satisfying, I couldn’t lie. Then just as planned, the girl next to him stopped dancing and turned to him.

“You lying man whore, you told me you were single!” She shoved him back, pushing him into another unsuspecting crowd goer.

And the dominos fell into place. I shrunk back, slinking back over to we’re my two friends stood with giant smiles plastered on their faces.

“Nicely done”. Y/N complimented.

“I honestly thought you would chicken out.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence Tabs, really feeling the love.”

I placed my hand over my heart, offended.

“We should probably get out of here, before the security realises who started this.”

But it was too late. I heard footsteps approaching and I grabbed Tabitha’s hand, running with her out of the club. We squeezed through bodies and dodge rogue punches being thrown. And I left Y/N in our wake to deal with the consequences. She thrived in chaos, so I really didn’t feel that bad. I mean this was the outcome of her dare after all. As we ran into the ally, I stopped to catch my breath. I let out a chuckle, holding my side in pain from how hard I was laughing.

“You two are gonna be the death of me.”

Tabitha laughed along with me.

“I can’t believe you left her back there!”

“What, she can handle herself. Nobody in that place stood a chance, even if she’s drunk.”

I flinched when I heard a gunshot go off. But I knew who it belonged to. Shit really just got real.

“Should we run before she makes it outside?”

“Definitely!”

This time Tabitha dragged me after her. She had much more experience in running away from and angry Y/N, and neither of us felt like getting shit this evening. I cursed under my breath when I heard the familiar sound of the police siren, coming towards us. I slammed Tabitha into the wall and pulled her into another heated kiss, hoping the car would just pass us.

“Maggie?” A voice called.

I cursed under my breath.

“Hi Harvey, fancy seeing you here.”

When I turned around I wasn’t surprised to see Jim getting out of the car as well.

“Umm, this is Tabitha, not sure if you guys have met.” I introduced awkwardly.

“We have, she’s been in handcuffs many times.” Jim deadpanned.

“Interesting…”

“Are you dru-“

We were all cut off by the click of a gun. Harvey and Jim were quick to draw theirs and aim it at the assailant. Tabitha armed herself with her whip and I just stood there unphased, not bothering to turn around.

“Nk, no. Why would I be drunk?”

“Maggie you do realise Oswald’s but woman is currently pointing a gun at your head right?” Harvey cut in.

“Is she now? That’s fascinating.”

“Did you drug her?” Jim accused Tabitha.

She simply shot him a glare.

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“We’ll first she’s hanging out with you of all people, and secondly, she is far too calm right now.”

“She’s not gonna shoot me silly.” I giggled.

Harvey looked at me like I just drop kicked a baby.

“Did you hit your head?” He asked, concern lacing his tone.

“Yes, did you Maggie? Cause you sound far to confident right now.” Y/N warned.

Another gun click was heard.

“Gilzean? What are you doing here?” Jim asked.

“Drop the gun, both of you!” Harvey started to sound annoyed.

I smiled as Butch pointed his gun at Y/N. So he did receive my text.

“Just came to get my girl. Hello Maggie.”

I wiggled my fingers in a little wave. I have Tabitha a quick kiss on the cheek and pushed her towards him. She almost instantly leaned into his side. Yet once again we were interrupted by another gun joining the party.

“Don’t make me brainwash you again Butch, or this time I’ll make it the couples special” victors cold voice threatened.

“Put the gun down Zsasz!” Jim command.

I had to admit, his authoritative tone was getting me a bit excited in my half drunken state.

“What are you doing here Victor, I thought you were out of town”. Y/N questioned coldly, not even turning to look at him.

“A little birdie told me you needed my help.”

He turned his eyes to me, and it’s seemed so did everyone else’s in that ally.

“Hi Vic.” I fidgeted with my fingers, not bothering to make eye contact with anyone.

“I’m going to shoot you twice!” Y/N seethed.

“We’ll that’s a lame threat, it’s not like the second shot is gonna magically hurt more.”

I’d finally turned around to meet Y/N’s fierce gaze.

“Yeah sweetness, I’m gonna have to agree with the kid, you can do better than that.”

Without hesitation, she turned her gun to the bald hitman. Effectively cutting out the chain and allowing Butch and Tabitha to slink away.

“Have fun you two!” I shouted after them as they left.

“Should we stop them?” Harvey whispered to Jim.

“You should probably take cover actually” I advised.

Bullets we’re quickly being shot off as the couple fought like old times, just like I had planned. I knew Vic would come when I texted him. And I knew Y/N would be too stubborn to let him walk away unscathed. Jim had pulled me with him to hide behind the cover of the cop car.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Well Mommy and Daddy were giving each other the silent treatment so I made them talk.” I explained.

I giggled when both boys stared at me with wide eyes. Harvey’s mouth kept opening like he was trying to say something, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually speak a coherent sentence. I stood up from behind the car to check to see how things were going.

“Maggie what are you-“

I cut him off by sneaking out from behind the car. The gun shots had stopped but nobody was dumb enough to think that meant the fighting has stopped. They’d simply run out of bullets. Y/N had Victor pinned against the wall, stuck in a choke hold. But he was still looking at her her like she was the most precious thing in the world. I put a finger on my lip telling him to remain quiet.

I snuck up behind Y/N and with one swift motion I stole the knife from her grater. I held it up in the air in triumph.

“Ha, I win!” I shouted.

Y/N turned to me me comically slow, eye practically twitching. I quickly tucked the knife into the cleavage between my corset. Carful not to cut my skin, at least not too deeply.

“Nice outfit Maggie.” Victor complimented.

He had no idea what was going on, but he was beyond amused anyways.

“I’m just gonna let you two work this out.”

I gestured between them, before running off and crawling into the back seat of the cop car. Jim hopped into the passenger seat and Harvey got in the drivers seat.

“They may be out of bullets but I would still drive if I were you.”

When we were far enough away that we were sure neither of the assassins would fallow, Jim turned to look at me. I could tell it was the first time that evening that he was really noticing my outfit, his eyes trailed over my body in a frantic way. But he quickly shook the thought out of his head.

“Mind explaining what the hell is actually going on. I thought I told you to stop hanging out with Y/N, she’s bad news.”

I let out a vicious cackle.

“Told me, who died and made you king?”

“I could always throw you in jail, public intoxication, and we did just witness you steal that knife. Right Harvey?”

“That is true.”

“Ooo, handcuffs and a free trip to the integration room with you Jimmy, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Harvey slammed on the breaks and turned around to look at me.

“No, absolutely jot. If you two are gonna start flirting you’re both walking back to the station.”

I held up my hands in mock surrender.

“Either way you’re not gonna get me to talk boys. What happens on girls night, stays between us girls. Thems the rules, I don’t wanna find out what happens if I break em.”

The rest of the ride back to the station was silent.

An: omg was this so much fun to write. Jim has no idea what he got himself into. And poor Harvey is starting to see his favourite citizen is falling to the dark side. He would be Devastated if he lost “one of the good ones” thanks for the idea @keffirinne hope it was worth the wait! Maggie was really the definition of bi panic at the start there.

Tag: @flaysthings @howl-fantasies

#gotham #gotham oc #magnolia blossom #gotham imagine #maggie #victor zsasz gotham #victor zsasz imagine #y/n zsasz #girls day #girls night #jim gordon x reader #jim gordan #harvey bullock #gcpd #tabitha galavan #butch gilzean #bi panic

[direwombat]

f;lakjfd tagged yesterday by @socially-awkward-skeleton​ for wip whenever. i didn’t have much to share yesterday, but i do today! i love it when i can get some writing done during my lunch break. the syb+joe fishing fic took the wheel and i gladly let it :3

anyway, tagging: @natesofrellis​, @thomrainer​, @funkypoacher​, @adelaidedrubman​, @strangefable​, @noetikat​, @strafethesesinners​, @aceghosts​, @confidentandgood​, @harmonyowl​, @schoute​, @purplehairsecretlair​, @sstewyhosseini​, @deputyash​, and anyone else wanting to share some of their wip(s)!

“I wasn’t aware that you fished, either.”

Sybille shrugs. “As a hobby, it’s new, I guess.”

“Under what other circumstances did you fish?” he asks.

She’s a little taken aback by the question. “Same circumstances most people throughout history fished. Survival.” Not in the literal sense, of course. She wasn’t taking the fish she caught home with her. The boat she worked on when she should have been in high school wasn’t that kind of operation. But they paid her money that kept the lights on and a roof over her family’s head while her mom was going through chemo. They wouldn’t have gotten by without that income. So…survival.��

Joseph hums thoughtfully. “You’re a provider,” he says. “A breadwinner. You hunt so others may live comfortably although you yourself suffer.”

She grits her teeth, the fine hairs on the back of her neck prickling and standing on end. “Is this an observation or a comparison?” she asks. 

He’s been doing this more, recently. Comparing her to his own older sibling, and she’s not sure whether he’s caught on to her and Jacob’s illicit little affair, or if he’s just gently trying to coerce her into sympathizing with him. With them. 

“You’re just like me, Jackrabbit,” Jacob had once laughed at her through a mouthful of blood. She’d had him pinned to the ground, and she’d nearly scratched his eyes from their sockets. But she’d maintained her control. She’s disciplined. She doesn’t allow her emotions to get the better of her. 

So, instead she leaned in close, grabbed him by the collar and hissed, “You and I are nothing alike. I’m nothing like you, and I never will be.” Then she’d taken his face between her hands and smashed the back of his skull against the ground, leaving him bloody and unconscious on the forest floor. 

She’d never been more fucking wrong in her life, but she’ll be damned if she ever admits it to anyone. Especially one of the Seeds. 

“Simply a statement,” Joseph answers. “You care deeply for the people in your charge. You go to great lengths to ensure their safety.”

“Not great enough, apparently,” she says bitterly and her gut twists itself into knots at how she’s still yet to find any trace of her brother, Augustine. Then, she realizes just how thoughtless her words were, and wishes nothing more than for a fish to bite at her lure so she can reel it in. Anything to avoid the questions she knows she’s just invited. 

“What makes you say that?” Joseph asks gently, and she can fucking hear the furrow of his brow. 

“None of your goddamn business,” she answers moodily. Her grip on her pole tightens. 

“You’re troubled by something.”

“Yeah,” she barks. “You. Your cult. Your fucking questions and how you’re acting like you’re my fuckin’ therapist.”

“So, I am two of the things that trouble you?” he asks, but there’s a playful lilt to his voice. 

The smile she gives him is wry at best. “So he can joke. I think I just lost a bet.” She probably owes Sharky ten bucks. “But yeah. I guess. You and your behavior. Which I suppose are two different things, but one controls the other, so I’ll count it as one.”

He looks…oddly amused. A faint smile ghosts his lips as he returns his attention to the water. “I believe I have just lost a bet, as well.”

There’s no denying that piques her interest. Joseph Seed makes bets? With whom? That wry smile turns into something a bit more genuine. “Ain’t it a sin to gamble?”

He still doesn’t look at her when he says, “I have never claimed to be without sin, Miss La Roux. Quite the opposite, actually.”

She scoffs and shakes her head, but then she looks at him curiously. “How do you do that?” she asks. 

Now he looks at her, cocking his head to the side. “Do what?”

“Whatever this is,” she says and gestures broadly to him with one hand. 

“I’m not sure I understand.”

She pauses for a moment, drawing her chapped lower lip between her teeth. “This whole humble and unassuming persona. You and I both know you’re a snake in the weeds. But, I mean…If I didn’t know who you were -- if I thought you were just some plain old fisherman and not --” she cuts herself off. Calling him the Return of Jim Jones probably isn’t the best idea at the moment. “You have that priestly quality that makes people want to tell you things, is what I’m sayin’.” 

She’s not sure whether she means that as a compliment. 

The more time she spends with him, the looser her tongue becomes. And it’s not just because of the faint perfume of Bliss that follows him the same way incense followed her old Catholic priests. There’s something about him. Something that makes her want to kneel in front of him and bare her soul for judgment. She doesn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, but if she’s not careful she might just confide in him with something she might regret. 

Hell, she’s already said too much.

#oc: deputy sybille la roux #wip wednesday

[nymphadorathetemplar]

WIP Challenge: dcmk deimos diamond 👀

kiwili~~ you already have private access to this in my drabbles doc hehe

or is it that you love this piece so much you need it to be shared on my blog publicly haha

(please feel free to ask for another wip if you would like kiwili)

anyways like i mentioned with #18, me and kiwili sure love seeing Kaito and angsty thoughts

WIP #30: Deimos Diamond

[ Deimos as in the god of dread & terror, one of the sons of Ares and Aphrodite, brother of Phobos (god of fear & panic; phobia) ]

While with Saguru, KID encounters a pink diamond called the Deimos Diamond. A gem that produces an entity that manifests into one’s greatest fear.

Another KID has appeared.

No it’s not KID, that’s not Kuroba. Although it looks like him, that cold look in its eyes and that sharp smirk is almost sadistic rather than smug or playful. It sends a chill down his spine.

The detective glances over at the real KID who seems to have frozen in place at the sight of his look alike.

“Oh~” The ‘other KID’ drawls in a perfect imitation of Kuroba’s KID voice, “Did you think you could get off easy with your annoying phobia?” Its pitch rises slightly to be more mocking, “Thought I’d turn into some kind of f-f-f-fish?” It gave a low chuckle, “Well looks like your luck has failed you this time.” It takes a small but intimidating step towards KID, “Too bad for you, I specialise in torture and I’m not just going to let you off with a heart attack.”

It takes another step but KID is still frozen in place, face blank of emotion, except for his deep blue eyes that are filled with fear.

“I may not instantly make you lose your cool, but I’m just as terrifying. You still fear the thought of me.” Another step. “I keep you awake at night, eating at you from the inside with all the frustration and anxiety.” Another step. “I may not be your biggest fear, but I don’t need to be when I am your deepest fear.” Another step. “And you despise me for it because you’re so helpless to do anything about it. I am all you can rely on for help.”

No. This was wrong. Saguru’s mind was begging him to run between that thing and KID. But his body was frozen. The terror that thing was radiating kept him as frozen as KID. He could only continue to watch as it now stood directly in front of KID.

It gave a wide grin of sadistic pleasure, “And you hate yourself for it.”

It raised its arms, spreading them like it was proud, and Saguru wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

“I’m the one who ripped your dear dad away from you.”

He could see KID’s shallow breathing hitch.

“With your dad gone, your mom can’t stand to be around you since you’re just a constant reminder of the dear husband she lost. That’s why she’s never home, to be anywhere but with you.”

Saguru was faintly aware of his hands starting to hurt from how hard he was clenching them, helpless to do anything as the monster dropped its arms, giving KID a look of disdain like he was just some trash.

“Not even that old man really cares for you. Where was he when your dad died? You had to catch him yourself when he finally had the guts to try to do something about your dad’s murderers. To him you’re just a young and strong able body to take revenge for his dear master’s death. Without me, he would never even bother with you.”

Saguru wanted to scream and started to tremble with not only fear but also anger at seeing that monster raise a hand to lightly caress KID’s face.

“The two people who might have cared for you, well you’ve been doing a wonderful job of pushing them away. And you’ve been doing it in such a nice and slow way, getting them more and more use to your distance, soon they won’t even realise if you disappeared. Why, they won’t even bother to care if they finally do.”

Saguru’s heart broke as tears began to slip down KID’s face. The monster mimicked Kuroba's boastful KID laugh but twisted with a terrible tone of wicked delight as it swiped at a tear with a single finger, taking an amused look at it and flicked the tear away like dust.

“And if they ever found out about me...well because of me you’ve been such an annoyance to your only real friend and such a hardship for the only adult who was there for you when your parents left you alone.”

It slowly leaned in to whisper into KID’s ear, but with the silence of the room and his senses heightened from fear, it wasn’t hard to make out.

“And most of all you’re afraid of me killing you too.”

It leaned back to give KID another sadistic grin, with a disapproving shake of one finger, “Oh but not by the murderers who got your dad, no that would be too easy, to just be shot or burned or plummet from a great height. Sure it might hurt but that’s just physical, you’re use to worse pain. And it would be over so soon, an escape from the hell I give you.”

It switched to a saccharine tone dripping with faux sympathy, “What you fear is me killing Kuroba Kaito. You have to lie to your best friend. And now you almost never see her anymore out of guilt, for using her and her dad. You’re slowly acting less and less like yourself. Becoming more consumed by me and the search for Pandora in a desperate attempt to catch the people who killed your dad because you so desperately wish that doing so might make you feel something, anything other than the pain.”

It gave a condescending shake of the head as it shrugged, “And you’re not even doing a good job at pretending like you haven’t changed, even that annoying girl has noticed.”

Aoko’s voice suddenly rang out in her annoyed tone, “Geez! You’re being weird Bakaito, what’s wrong with you lately!”

It made KID subtly wince as he grit his teeth.

“Soon there will be no Kuroba Kaito left, you only have me.”

KID finally managed to say something, giving a desperate shout, “NO! I’m not KID! You’re wrong! I will never be KID!” The now trembling boy took a step back, “I just pretend to be KID to stop more people from getting hurt. It's just an act. I am not KID. I am Kuroba Kaito.”

Normally Saguru would have laughed at having finally heard a confession from KID that he was, as the detective suspected, Kuroba Kaito. But he couldn't possibly take pride in it now, not in this situation. He never wanted to find out like this. It was wrong and all he wanted was to be rid of this evil thing that stood before them.

#dcmk #magic kaito #wip challenge #wip #fic #writing #kaitou kid #kuroba kaito #hakuba saguru #ntt post

[shivunin]

Adopting a mannerism the other has (gesturing, performing a task in a certain way) -- for your choice? 👀

So I had to hold this prompt up to each of my OCs to see who it fit best haha. After writing about three paragraphs for each of them, deleting it all, and starting over, this is what I finally landed on. It's funny how mannerisms seem natural to write until you're trying to think of them specifically, isn't it?

Here's a bit of Elowen, and here is the link to the list :)

At Your Side

The nobleman found Elowen just after she passed the doorway to Herald’s Rest. 

She was exhausted—she always found the trip up the Frostbacks jarring, even on a gentle mount—but she stopped to listen anyway. The Inquisitor had come to learn that nobles liked to feel like they were Doing Something Important; more, they seemed to enjoy feeling like the Inquisitor herself was managing their problems. 

Oh, she assumed they knew that supply issues and such were not things she handled herself—they weren’t entirely oblivious, even when they seemed that way—but giving the appearance that she cared about their complaints usually saved her work later. If she weren’t so tired, really, she wouldn’t mind at all—but as it was, she was hyper-aware of her state of dishevelment, the clothing she’d slept in to make the ride in the morning faster, and the state of her teeth. She hadn’t even noticed that she was gripping the hilt of her spirit blade until the nobleman—lesser, one with holdings in Emprise, if she remembered correctly—stopped talking to stare down at it.

“I am certain our people will look into it promptly,” Lavellan assured him when his words trailed off after the second glance at her hand, “Of course, the long-term supply issues represented by the state of next year’s harvest cannot entirely be solved by the Inquisition. However, I am confident that a plan to supplement the people’s access to safe food can be built soon. I will ensure that the right people know about this.”

“Yes,” the man said, looking down at her hand again, “I knew it was only a matter of bringing the right attention to the matter. I—forgive me; I see that you are needed elsewhere.”

Tired as she was, Elowen could only blink after the man as he hurried away. Leliana took his place quickly enough, an amused cant to her mouth. 

“I take it you have not made it to your quarters yet?” she asked, and Elowen exhaled in a rush. 

“No,” she said, “Thank you for the rescue. I can hardly see straight; I don’t even know what I just told that fellow.”

“Nothing terribly scandalous,” Leliana said, and tilted her head toward the stairs, “I was listening; do not trouble yourself with him. Even if you had, there are few who would listen.”

The two of them turned for the stairs to the great hall, and the nobles hovering along the aisles abruptly ducked away or turned their heads as Leliana came into view. Elowen admired how the other woman could do that—convey through some hidden alchemy of posture and facial expression that she was not to be disturbed. She wondered if it was something she could be taught, too, or if one needed Leliana’s reputation in order for the trick to work properly. 

“We have several reports regarding the projects undertaken before your trip,” Leliana went on as they walked toward the throne at the back, “But they will wait for you to bathe and rest.”

“My thanks,” Elowen said, scraping her short hair back and settling the tousled strands, “I don’t think I’d remember any of it in the morning if I went to the war room now.” 

They’d reached the door to her room, but Leliana did not immediately turn away. Her eyes had settled on Elowen’s hand, still wrapped around the hilt of her blade. 

“Something wrong?” Lavellan asked. 

The corner of Leliana’s mouth quirked slightly and she shook her head. 

“I do not think so,” she said, “Though I do believe our friend from Tevinter may owe me some coin.”

“What?” Elowen asked, but Leliana was already turning away, the ranks of nobility melting away before her like mist in the morning light. 

Even as puzzled as she was by the conversation, Elowen only looked after her for a moment before she pushed the door to her chambers open and gave herself privacy at last. 

It wasn’t until she locked the door to her bedroom behind her that she unwrapped her hand from the hilt and let herself relax.

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