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Boulangérella: A Miraculous Fairy Tale AU - Chapter Twenty-Three

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Marinette had hardly managed to get over the palace wall and find a place to hide before her transformation came undone. As the magic left her, exhaustion swept back in. She collapsed against the cold stones of the palace walls and tried desperately to remember the last time she had gotten a good night’s sleep. And it seemed that she would not be able to get one in tonight.

“Tikki,” Marinette sighed, “do you think King Gabriel will really return Trixx like I asked him to?”

Tikki nuzzled her soft head against Marinette’s cheek. “I can’t say, Marinette. But you asked. If he doesn’t…”

“If he doesn’t, we know a thief. At least, we know a thief for one more day.”

Chat Noir’s strange deadline still haunted her. And his desperate proposal… She thought again to the bruises on the princes’ cheeks, so like the injury that Chat Noir had sustained saving her.

“But why would a prince become a thief?” she asked aloud, and she did not believe it even as she said it. Prince Adrien, who was so sad and gentle, could not be her silly thief. Prince Adrien was charming; Chat Noir was charming but in an annoying sort of way. And Prince Félix didn’t have even a shred of humor in him. Not that she found Chat especially funny…

“Maybe you need some rest, Marinette,” Tikki said in a kind voice.

Marinette scrubbed her eyes. “I need to find Alya and Nino first, make sure they’ll be all right.”

“You cannot help anyone if you do not take care of yourself,” Tikki said.

Marinette ignored Tikki’s advice. Though the wall offered some shelter from the rain, she pushed herself to her feet and started for the palace gates. Her friends, however, were not waiting for her. A guard told her they had been escorted home. Someone who had just threatened the king and nearly destroyed the palace, even under Hawk Moth’s curse, was not going to be allowed to linger. She supposed she shouldn’t linger in this rain, either.

Marinette trudged from the palace and back into the heart of the city, though it was dark and quiet at this late hour. Everyone was either at the ball or already in bed. The journey would have been easier as Ladybug, and her head might have been clearer, less muddled with exhaustion, but she couldn’t bring herself to transform into Ladybug. Maybe it was just the exhaustion talking, but even Ladybug felt insufficient.

Marinette had adored this past year of being a hero. She had spent most of her life battling her own clumsiness and scatter-brained tendencies. The things she had gained for herself while working at the bakery and in her apprenticeship alike had been hard-won through muscles sore from hours of kneading dough and fingertips bloody from wayward needles.

When she was Ladybug, everything suddenly seemed so easy. She didn’t trip over her own two feet. Her head felt clear, and problem-solving became a thrill rather than a struggle to scrape together what she could with limited resources. She loved magic. It made her into so much more than what she was as Marinette.

But tonight, even Ladybug had failed. Ladybug had barely been able to stop Riposte. Ladybug hadn’t been able to recover Trixx. She’d hardly been able to comfort her best friends, one whose anger she did understand but was powerless to help, and another who seemed so consumed with an ending she didn’t understand, couldn’t understand.

Marinette paused on the bridge and stared up at the inky black clouds overhead. The raindrops pelted her face and stung her eyes. “Tikki… I don’t want to be Ladybug without Chat Noir.” It was strange to say it out loud, but the moment the thought had occurred to her, she realized how true it was. “I have to stop Hawk Moth tonight if I want to help him.”

Tikki shifted in Marinette’s apron pocket. “You will stop Hawk Moth. I would not have chosen you if I did not believe that you could.”

“But I don’t want to do it alone!”

“You won’t,” Tikki assured her. “But I want you to remember that you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in almost a month. Your master told you to make sure to rest tonight. We can make a plan first thing in the morning.”

Marinette could not tell if she was crying or if it was all the rain. She wiped her cheeks and rubbed her eyes, but it was fruitless in face of the steady downpour.

“But what about Alya?” she asked. “And Trixx?”

“You cannot give more than you have,” Tikki insisted. “Rest now and work tomorrow. You don’t know what it will look like by the light of day.”

Marinette did not agree. She could picture exactly how it would all look tomorrow: hopeless.

But she was too tired to argue. She trudged home, trying not to flinch as the bell above the door announced her midnight entrance to her worried parents. Tom chided her for being late; Sabine demanded to know why Nino had not brought her home like he had promised.

Marinette told the story of Alya becoming cursed by Hawk Moth as quickly as she could, and tried to explain that she had been caught in Princess Kagami’s curse as she had tried to leave the palace. She left out, of course, Ladybug’s dance with the prince, but if her parents noticed any holes in her story, her long yawn must have been enough to set their concerns aside. She was quickly ushered upstairs to bed.

And, despite Marinette’s despair over her failure of an evening and her anxiety over what endings tomorrow would bring, she had hardly pulled her blanket up to her chin before she collapsed into a fitful sleep.

Tikki, who normally nestled on the pillow beside Marinette, flitted around Marinette’s head. With small, delicate red hands, she unfastened the ruby earrings in Marinette’s ears.

Tikki needed Ladybug’s help, but Marinette was too exhausted. And though Tikki knew who Chat Noir was, because she had watched Plagg choose him, she did not think he was the person who would be best suited to help her tonight. Instead, she had someone who was just as intelligent and determined as her bondswoman in mind, someone who was almost as reckless as Chat Noir.

Alya Césaire tried her best to shove her way past her betrothed, but he stood firm in her bedroom doorway.

“Let me go, Nino,” she hissed.

“You can’t go back,” Nino protested for the thirteenth time that night. “They’re not going to let you anywhere near the palace.”

“I’m not planning to ask permission.”

Alya’s pale brown eyes seemed to flash gold as she glared up at Nino, and he wanted so desperately to douse her anger.

Nino had always loved Alya’s passion. He adored the way she threw herself into projects, the way she refused to give up on a problem until she had solved it. It was the same thing that had initially drawn him to Marinette when they were younger. Nino liked people who did what they set out to do and for the last five years he had done nothing but support Alya and stoke the fires that kept her going.

Now he wanted nothing more than to keep her still and quiet, because if he could do that, he could keep her safe.

“You’ll be arrested,” he said as calmly as he could manage. “You’ll spend the rest of your life in a dungeon or end up killed. I won’t let you do that to yourself.”

“I’m not asking for your permission, either.” Alya tried again to push past him, but this time he grabbed her arms and held her firmly in place.

“You’re hurting me,” she snapped, but there was no fear in her voice. Only frustration.

And Nino let her arms go, but only to take her hand in his. “Alya, don’t do this. You’re only going to get yourself hurt.”

His grip on her hand was still tight, far more protective than it usually was and it burned against Alya’s anger.

“I understand that you don’t want to help,” Alya snapped at Nino, “but I need you to understand that I have to do this.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to help! It’s that I don’t want to lose you. Please, Alya, I can’t protect you if you go back.”

“I’m not asking for your protection!” She yanked her hand away and pushed Nino back against the wall. It was not so unlike the way Rena Rage had thrown him into one of the palace pillars.

A single, still moment passed between them, but then shock turned to anger and Nino turned away.

As he left, he slammed the door behind him. Alya didn’t mind this expression of anger, but she did mind the click as Nino slid the deadbolt into place, locking her into her room. She slammed her fist against the door and shouted after him. There were no words for her anger; she simply screamed.

She was not some damsel that needed to be protected, and she was not going to wait around for anyone else to solve her problems. So Alya threw open her bedroom window, but before she could climb out, a small red ladybug flew in.

Alya glanced up and down the street for any sign of the heroine or her magic, but she saw no one. When she turned back to the ladybug, she found that it had become a small red fay, holding a pair of earrings.

Alya had only one question for the creature as she reached her hand out for the earrings: “What’s the price?”

The fay bounced in the air anxiously. “I am Tikki, the Fay of Luck and Creation. I can grant you the power to—”

“I don’t care,” Alya snapped. “I’m going to use whatever power you can give me to rescue Trixx. Just tell me what it will cost.”

Tikki hesitated. Perhaps Alya was too reckless a choice. “I will only ask that you let Trixx go,” she finally said. “He’s been bound against his will for hundreds of years. You can have Ladybug’s power for one night in exchange for returning Trixx to the Forest of Fay.”

Alya had no qualms with that bargain. She did not want to rescue Trixx for her own gain. She simply wanted to see justice done.

She fastened the earrings into her ears and, as certainly as she had known the words to seal her deal with Trixx, she knew what to say to complete her bargain with Tikki.

“Spots on!”

The fay’s magic filled her quite suddenly. Donning Trixx’s power had felt like diving into a cool stream, but Tikki’s magic was like pins and needles pricking along her skin. She buzzed with the magic of creation and, eager simply to move, she jumped out of her window.

She swung herself up onto the roof and ran across the straw thatching and wooden beams easily. The rain did not bother her in the least, kept at bay by the magic in her clothing.

Instead of a dress like Ladybug’s, her red bodice was more similar to a doublet and jerkin, and instead of sleeves laced with gold ribbons, she wore black gloves that extended the length of her arms. Similarly, her tights were black, and instead of trailing red ribbons, her hair was pulled back in a red and black kerchief. There was no gold nor dangling ribbons. It was all together a sleeker look than Ladybug’s, and it seemed much more appropriate for breaking into a castle.

She wasn’t sure what to call herself. She might have the earrings and the bandalore, and her dress might be red with black spots, but the name “Ladybug” felt like it belonged to someone else. She would have to come up with something for herself.

On any other night, Alya might have stopped to appreciate the view of the city from this angle. Even as rain battered the rooftops, the lights of the city cast warm halos in the cold night. It felt like running across the surface of the river with the stars reflected beneath her feet.

Even though King Gabriel had recently increased the number of guards in the palace, Alya knew of all the changes because her sister had complained about them. It was easy, thanks to that, a bit of patience, and her newfound luck, to slip past the walls undetected.

She paused in the gardens and surveyed the castle for an open window that could slip through. She wondered how her bandalore might help unfasten a latch or get her into a higher window that someone left open, thinking upper levels might be safe. She supposed even the palace, though, must fear Chat Noir’s thievery.

Maybe Lucky Bug? But that was too similar to Ladybug.

Lady Luck would not be a terrible name, she thought, as she looped the cord of her bandalore around the latch of a window and unfastened it. She pushed the window panes open and tumbled into a small receiving room. She was not entirely sure where the throne room would be, but she trusted in Tikki’s magic, confident that she would get lucky in her search.

“Stop!” a guard from the wall shouted, and she ducked back into the shadow of a nearby tree.

But when she turned, the guards were not looking towards her. One of them screamed as a small explosion struck the wall. The guards went flying, but before they struck the ground, they were caught in colorful bubbles that bounced gently along the grass.

“Hawk Moth!” someone shouted.

Scarabella squinted and reached for her yo-yo. She hadn’t come out tonight to catch Hawk Moth, but she certainly wouldn’t say no. She’d catch Hawk Moth, rescue Trixx, and show King Gabriel what the people of his city were truly capable of.

But the figure that crested the wall froze her in her tracks.

The young man looked something like a jester, dressed in brilliant reds, yellows, and blues. He flicked his fingers and bubbles as translucent as soap sailed through the air, but once the guards were trapped inside, they were unable to escape.

But it wasn’t his appearance nor his power that left Alya cold to her core. It was his voice and his words.

“I won’t let you hurt her!” he shouted at the guards. “Where is she? Where is Alya? I’m going to protect her!”

Hawk Moth had, as the ball had ended for the evening, searched the guests for more heartbreak to exploit. He knew he had to strike while Ladybug was weak. She had to be worn down after facing down two of his strongest curses in a single night. If he had not won yet with power, he would win with sheer relentlessness. His timetable, too, was running short. He needed his wish granted before the end of the third night if the prince’s wedding was to be a truly happy event.

He had searched for jealous heartbreak over Adrien’s dance with Ladybug or even his time with Chloé. And though the murderous rage in Lila was truly tempting, he was afraid she might put Adrien in danger in her quest to claim him for herself. No, she would not do.

He felt Félix’s grief, too, but it was even more untrustworthy. Félix could turn his anger against Gabriel, and he could not risk that.

He felt even Alya Césaire’s rage, but it was as formidable as Félix’s, and just as dangerous.

Instead, Hawk Moth found the frustration of a young man, whose indignation had been seething since that afternoon. He’d felt helpless in the palace, he’d despaired as his betrothed had been cursed, and now he was unable to protect her from danger as she ran off to retrieve what had been taken from her.

Nino didn’t know how to make Alya understand that he only wanted to keep her safe. When he left her, he’d had some idea that he ought to apologize, and that she should apologize to him, but when he had unlocked the door to her room to bring her dinner and found her gone, his anger had doubled. He had failed to protect the woman he loved, and if he could not save her before she reached the palace, there was every chance that he could lose her forever.

The ring on his finger, the very symbol of his love for Alya, the ring whose match had just been destroyed that afternoon, turned inky black as one of Hawk Moth’s cursed butterflies touched it.

“Bubbler,” Hawk Moth had called through the cursed butterfly, “I will give you the power to protect those you love in exchange for Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous gifts.”

Nino did not know how to refuse. It was always the noble desires that worked best for Hawk Moth’s curses.

The violet curse had rippled over Nino, turning his simple tunic into a costume suited more for a court jester, a corrupted callback to his usually jovial nature. With no more than a flick of his finger, he called a brilliantly colored bubble into his hands and tossed it at will.

He had started by bubbling Alya’s family, ensuring that they would be safely protected from his fight with the city’s heroes. Then he hurried to the castle, certain that was where Alya would be. He just had to get to her before the palace guards.

Alya attempted to swallow down her fear, but it persisted in her chest. She wasn’t a hero like Ladybug. She’d come to rescue Trixx; that was all. She could save Trixx then return the earrings to Ladybug. Then Ladybug could rescue Nino from Hawk Moth’s curse and set things right. This wasn’t what Tikki had asked Alya to do.

She used her bandalore to jump through the castle window and tumble inside.

She slipped through the dark, empty halls of the palace in search of a path that was familiar to her. She considered trying to find the kitchens, an area she had more intimate knowledge of, and search for the throne room from there, but before she could commit to that plan, she heard the jingle of a bell behind her.

She ducked behind a corner, paused to catch her breath, then peered out. But it wasn’t Bubbler. Instead, she saw Chat Noir, already stalking the halls of the palace. He had made as good time as Tikki had.

“Chat Noir, over here,” she hissed softly, assuming he had snuck into the palace for the very same reasons that she had, or perhaps he was searching for Nino himself.

Chat Noir turned, but anger flashed in his green eyes. She stepped back as he charged her, ducking beneath a swipe of his claws, only for him to turn and manage to get a hand around her throat. He yanked her back against his chest and the pointed tips of his claws dug into her neck.

“Who are you?” he snarled in her ear.

She reached for her bandalore, careful to keep her movements slow. “Buggalady,” she said, but as it left her lips she knew she hated it. “La Bugette?” she tried, but it sounded equally terrible.

“What are you doing with Ladybug’s miraculous gift?”

“It’s on loan for the evening.” She unstrung her bandalore and wrapped the cord around his wrist, yanking his hand away from her throat. As he fell against her, she threw her shoulder into his stomach so that he went tumbling over her and to the ground. She pressed her foot on his chest and squinted down at her attacker in the dim light. “What happened to your face?”

The notorious thief scowled up at her. She couldn’t decide if the dark bruise splashed across his cheek made him look dangerous or vulnerable.

He ignored her question. “What’s happened to Ladybug?”

“Her fay offered me a chance to rescue Trixx, so I took it. I wasn’t going to let the king get away with how he treated me.”

“You’re Rena Rouge?”

But before she could make a witty retort about how she looked nothing like a fox at this moment, she heard the jingling of another bell behind her.

She turned, and Chat Noir made use of her distraction to escape her pin. But before she could see if Bubbler had indeed found her, something struck her in the chest and threw her back against the throne room doors. They flung open, and she tumbled into the large, open chamber, but it was not the hard marble floor beneath her. Something flexible pressed in around her and she bounced between its walls.

When she stopped spinning and managed to get to her feet, she found herself encased in a translucent blue bubble. She pressed her hands against its edges but it had no give.

She pounded against the unyielding sphere. “Let me out!”

Bubbler stepped into the throne room, cap jingling softly as he walked. In the silver moonlight she could see his painted face twist into an unpleasant grin. “You’ll be safe in there,” he said. “Tell me where Alya is, and hand over the miraculous gift of creation.”

“This isn’t you, Nino! This is Hawk Moth’s curse!”

Chat Noir had his own grievances about Rena Rouge laying claim to the miraculous gift of creation, but he set them aside for the moment. She was willing to fight to protect her gift from Hawk Moth, and right now, that was enough for him to count her as an ally in this fight.

He called on his Cataclysm and charged into the throne room.

Bubbler turned, but Chat Noir ducked beneath the brilliant yellow bubble hurled his way and slid past Bubbler right to the-girl-who-wasn’t-Ladybug. He touched his hand to the bubble encasing her and it crumbled to dust.

“No!” Bubbler snarled, and in his anger, flicked a stream of bubbles towards them.

Chat Noir yanked her behind one of the throne room’s pillars, and not a moment too soon. The bubbles struck the king’s throne, but instead of encasing it in a protective sphere, the throne crumbled from the force of the blow.

“Careful, La Baugette,” Chat said.

“It’s La Bugette,” she said, but even she didn’t like the way it sounded in her mouth. “Wonder Bug?” she tried.

“Stay still,” Bubbler snarled, and with another flick of his finger, hurled a stream of bubbles at the pillar.

She pulled Chat Noir back towards the center of the throne room as the marble cracked and crumbled from the impact. White dust fell from the ceiling, and she had a vague memory of her own curse doing something similar.

“You said you wanted to protect people!” she shouted at him. “Look at what Hawk Moth’s curse is making you do!”

And he paused. Even as he held his thumb against his ring finger, aimed at her and Chat Noir, he hesitated, and she was certain that she saw Nino flicker in the dark eyes left by Hawk Moth’s curse. He was in there, the boy who loved her as she was, not this curse that consumed him with this desire to hold her prisoner, to love her at the cost of her freedom.

“I… can’t…” He gritted his teeth and his hand trembled.

With a yell that was impossible to distinguish between indignation and resignation, Bubbler, flicked his finger at her. Chat Noir dove in the path of the bubble, unsure if it would destroy him like it had the throne or encase him like it had the guards, but he knew that it was only the miraculous gift of creation that could undo Hawk Moth’s curse, not his.

She may not be his lady, but he had to count on her to save them both.

The bubble struck him in the chest and it hurt, but it was not unlike being kicked by his cousin. He floated upwards, stopping only as the bubble pressed up against the ceiling. He was not eager for the lengthy drop to the floor, but he pounded against the bubble anyway. As he did, the first emerald in his ring flickered out.

“Wrap this up quickly, Back-Up Bug!”

She hated that name the most. But his sacrifice had given her an idea of where the curse was located, and even though she was terrified to fight Nino, she was not going to let Chat Noir’s sacrifice go to waste. It was Bubbler’s ring finger that conjured the bubbles, and that ring on his hand must be where the curse was located.

She couldn’t decide if it was unfair of Hawk Moth to take each of their promise rings or if it was only fair that she break Nino’s curse the way Ladybug had broken hers.

She threw her bandalore into the air and called on her Lucky Charm, as she had seen Ladybug do a dozen times. After a bright flash of white and pink light, a U-shaped pipe, decorated in red and black spots, fell into her hands.

Bubbler took aim at her again, and she saw the path to victory as clearly as if Tikki’s magical spots had been painted on each step in the plan. Bubbler released his magic and a stream of bubbles shot in her direction. She caught them in the pipe, looping them back around in his direction. He ducked, but she had expected that he would.

The bubbles struck the pillar behind him, and it crumbled on top of Bubbler, pinning him beneath the weight of its stone, not unlike the way she had been pinned that afternoon beneath a portrait.

She walked forward and pulled the blackened ring from his hand. With a heavy heart, she snapped it in two. The violet butterfly flitted from the crack and she caught it in her bandalore. She wondered for a moment if there was a trick to removing the curse, something no one but Ladybug knew, but just as she had known how to call on Tikki and Trixx’s magic by instinct, that same instinct called on the magic infused with her. Warmth filled her, like stepping out of the shade on a spring day, and when she opened the bandalore again, a white butterfly flitted out.

She wished it well, as she had seen Ladybug do a dozen times. She didn’t know if that blessing was part of the magic, but it felt right.

She turned and surveyed the mess of the throne room and the rubble that had collapsed on top of Nino. She had witnessed Ladybug remove the damage of Hawk Moth’s curses dozens of times before by throwing her Lucky Charm into the air and calling on her name, but she knew if she tried to cast this magic in the same way, it wouldn’t work. She needed to call on her own brand of that magic, on the person Tikki had called on to adopt the role of thief and traitor so that Ladybug could still be a hero.

She wasn’t Ladybug, but she knew who she was.

“Miraculous Scarabella!” she called as she threw the Lucky Charm into the air.

The dark palace was filled with the soft pink light of Tikki’s magic, and the shimmering ladybugs began to wash away all the damage that Hawk Moth had inflicted.

Chat Noir fell to the floor as the bubble encasing him vanished, but he landed on his feet. The pillars of the throne room reformed, as solid as they had been before Bubbler’s arrival, and Nino reappeared, no longer buried beneath the palace’s pillars.

He pulled his plain red cap from his head and rubbed it like it ached. He looked up at Scarabella with heartache in his soft brown eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She pulled him to his feet. “You had good intentions.”

“Doesn’t that make it worse?” he murmured.

Scarabella pulled him into a hug, and she felt him stiffen at the intimate contact, but she was not about to let him go. She whispered, “I promise to be a little less reckless if you promise to be a little more understanding that I need the freedom to make my own choices, even if they’re a bit dangerous.”

There was a long moment of silence as Nino processed not only her words, but the implications beneath them, that Scarabella knew and understood intimately exactly why he had been cursed. That Scarabella felt the need to apologize to him. “Deal,” he finally said.

She kissed him, but it was brief, cut off by a flicker in her ruby earrings. “If we want to save Trixx, we’re running out of time.”

Chat Noir was already at the door behind the throne. “Someone left it ajar for us,” he said, and pushed it open.

Nino kept one hand in Scarabella’s as they stepped into the small back room that served as a private office. “Is it normally open?”

“I don’t think anyone’s supposed to come in here except the king,” Chat Noir said, “and he doesn’t seem the type to leave a door open.”

Scarabella agreed. With a wrinkled nose, she asked, “There’s not another cat burglar running around the city, is there?”

“I can’t imagine anyone else would be bold enough to steal from the king himself,” Chat Noir said. Even he had never done it. But that was less because he was afraid of the consequences and more because sneaking around a building that he already felt trapped in had little appeal.

Scarabella tried to conjure something from her time as Rena Rage, some memory that might give her a clue about where Trixx was hidden. She brushed her hand along the desk and had a vague memory of breaking it in two. Surely after such damage, any secret drawers would have broken open and revealed the hidden fay.

Chat Noir paused in front of the portrait of Queen Emilie. He had been prepared to see it this time, and that alone made the swell of grief manageable, but he was still grateful that he had already burned his Cataclysm. He didn’t want to know how terrible Plagg’s magic could become when he was at his worst.

Nino stopped beside Chat Noir and also looked up at the painting. It was beautiful. Nino had certainly not known Queen Emilie, but he had seen her pass by in a carriage or wave from a balcony. He remembered her as regal and beautiful, and all of that was present in her imposing stare. But it was off somehow. Nino tipped his head to the side.

“It’s crooked?” he said.

He reached out and touched the frame. Chat Noir put out a hand to stop him, but didn’t quite reach Nino’s wrist.

“Wait—”

Nino tugged and discovered that the frame was not crooked. It was fastened straight to the wall but the wall was not set correctly, giving the appearance of a crooked frame. Nino pulled on the frame and it swung open, revealing a hidden safe.

Nino examined the lock on the safe. “Chat, I think this is your thing.” But when he turned back to look at Chat Noir, he saw that both Chat Noir and Scarabella alike were staring up at the painting, or rather the back of it.

Behind the frame, on the other side of this wall, stood another painting of Queen Emilie, dressed in blue and silver instead of gold. She wore a coy smile and a crown of flax flowers, though the yellow paint in the center was streaked, giving the flowers the appearance of starlight. The artist had also smeared something like rust across her face.

“Why does the king have two portraits of Queen Emilie?” Scarabella asked.

Chat Noir shook his head. “I don’t think that’s Queen Emilie.” But his ring and Scarabella’s earrings alike flashed and they were forced to set aside their shock.

Nino stepped out of the way so Chat Noir could get to the safe. “If Trixx is anywhere, he’s got to be in there.”

Chat Noir readily tucked one of his claws into the key hole and pressed his ear against the safe to listen for the pins and coils inside. His claws came in handy scaling walls, hopping fences, and breaking into locked doors. The magical boost to his hearing helped, too.

After only a moment, the door swung open, revealing a small iron cage with the familiar orange fay inside. There did not appear to be anything else in this safe, aside from the orange pendant, which surprised Chat Noir. Surely the king had something else to keep hidden away, or why have this safe at all?

Scarabella grabbed the small cage and used the indestructible string of her bandalore to snap the lock in two.

In a blur, Trixx flew out of the cage and pressed against her cheek. He knew her, even with the glamor of Tikki’s magic. He would know his bondswoman anywhere.

“Let’s go before our magic fades,” Scarabella said, even as she turned the scarf over her hair into a small pouch she could carry Trixx in. She took the pendant from Chat Noir and fastened it around her neck.

“But why is the safe empty?” Chat Noir asked.

And even Nino, too, did not feel ready to leave. He pressed his fingers against a seam in the wall behind the frame. “This doesn’t feel quite right.”

“We came for Trixx,” Scarabella reminded them, and her earrings flashed another urgent warning, “and we have him. I don’t fancy getting escorted out of the palace a second time today.”

Reluctantly, Chat Noir closed the safe door. He glanced up at the hidden portrait one more time before closing that, too. Why would King Gabriel hide a portrait of the duchess? And why keep a hidden safe for a fay he had only taken that morning?

He led Scarabella and Nino to the roof quickly, their journey only briefly impeded by the guards that had rushed the throne room to investigate the sounds of the battle with Bubbler. Scarabella and Chat Noir, however, did not have time for a chat. Scarabella hid Nino’s face from the guards as she and Chat Noir hurried out a window and up to the roof, where they paused between the two towers that framed the throne room, partially sheltered from the drizzle that the storm had petered into. He had less time to escape than Scarabella did, though at least he would not have as far to run.

“I suppose next time we see each other, you’ll be Rena Rouge?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I promised to return Trixx to the Forest of Fay. He’s been bound too long.”

“So this is goodbye, then.”

“You’re quitting too, aren’t you?” Nino asked.

Chat Noir shrugged. “If tonight was my last night, I suppose I won’t be sad it was with you. You were fun, Back-Up Bug.”

Scarabella stuck her tongue out at him. “Good night, Tomcat.” She pulled Nino against her chest, but before she leapt from the roof paused and looked back at Chat Noir. “I know the rich aren’t a fan of what you do, but the people appreciate the way you protect them alongside Ladybug. And I don’t know what she’d do without you.”

“I’d have her for life if she’d have me.” Another emerald on his ring flickered out, and, with a sad smile and a hasty salute, he dove off of the other side of the palace.

#so somehow I never posted this chapter to tumblr ??? oops my b #i was updating the tumblr table of contents and could not find this chapter anywhere so i think i just forgot it #embarrassing truly #boulangerella #ml fic #miraculous ladybug #nino lahiffe #miraculous ladybug fanfic #ml #ml fairytale au #ml fairy tale au

[eternalbuckley]

Twisted Jealousy. — coriolanus snow

SUMMARY: Coriolanus and you were rivals and everything was a challenge between you two, especially teasing each other. But there are non talked feelings in each others mind and someone needs to take action before it might be too late. And that's what finally happens.

word count: 2,904

genre: angst? implied smut at the end | gn!reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings: sort of (academic) rivals to lovers, jealous!coriolanus, mention of jealous!reader, teasing, use of y/n a few times, use of pet name (darling), strong language like once, english is not my first language, slightly proofread — if I forgot something, please let me know!

a/n: My first full story since last november and my first full fic for our dear Coryo eeeeek. I hope you all enjoy it <3 AND feel free to slide into my ask box to talk about our favorite grumpy blonde man

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated and welcomed!

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It’s not like you hated Coriolanus but whenever you were in the same room with him it was unbearable. It was like a game between you. Who would be the best in everything? The best in classes? The best in making remarks about each other? Or even the best in making each other jealous? But if anyone would ask you or him if you might like the other one you laughed it off in disgust. In no way you would admit any feelings you might have for the other one. It was just a game, it was nothing deep. How could it be? You just wanted to beat each other in every single possible thing, right?

“Oh, it’s you again. How convenient,” Coriolanus rolled his eyes and it was clear to notice the sarcasm in his voice. He stiffed his back as you walked in to join him and his classmates in your “inner” circle.

You all were currently at an event, celebrating something you had no idea about but your parents made you attend this event as well. So, you didn’t really have a chance not to go.

You chuckled and smiled at him in pity, “Don’t be so obvious, my dear Coriolanus. I know you always miss me when I’m not in your near,” you patted his arm.

Arachne and Festus chuckled, noticing the annoyed look Coriolanus gave you. Because deep down he knew you were correct but he’ll never be the one to accept this. You were just his rival, he had to beat you in this game. Showing that he cared about you in his own twisted way would never happen, right? Right. He was sure of that, no lies. Right?

“Oh, darling,” Coriolanus started, using the nickname he loved teasing you with, “We both know you’re talking about yourself right now.” He winked at you, causing you to blow him a kiss. Coriolanus almost blushed because of your boldness but only almost.

“You two are truly made for each other,” Sejanus remarked as he joined your circle. Standing next to you and giving you a little shoulder bump, causing you to smile at him even if his comment annoyed you.

You were close with him, despite your “friends” disapproval. They always tell you to keep your distance from him since he was originally a “district boy” but that’s something you’ve never cared about. You’ve been friends with Sejanus since you were like ten years old, he was your best friend and knew you better than anyone else. This also meant that he noticed the looks you gave Coryo whenever you thought no else one was looking and what kind of games you wanted to play just to get over your feelings for him. Feelings you tried to ignore as much as you could. Sejanus knew all about it and teased you at any given time, mostly when you hung out with him alone and you hated his teasing. He only found out the truthe because one time he was just making jokes about your possible feelings for Coryo and didn’t think anything about it until he saw how you reacted to his comment and that’s when he realized what was going on. But obviously, you didn’t really admit it but both of you knew that he knew the truth.

“Sejanus,” Coriolanus acknowledged the curly-haired boy with his icy eyes, basically telling him to stop any other comments.

What nobody knew was that Sejanus also knew about what Coriolanus secretly felt for you. Sejanus also only found out about Coriolanus’ feelings for you because he accidentally admitted it. It was shortly before Sejanus found out about your feelings. Coriolanus needed to make sure that his so-called “friend” would keep it a secret, despite knowing that he was unfortunately your best friend. What if you knew about Coriolanus’ feelings already and that’s why you kept teasing him? You and him always teased each other about anything that felt right in those moments but it has been going on for a few months now, that the teasing turned into something else. It was more than the typical teasing about your academic goals. It went more into personal things, like teasing each other about how you both would miss each other so badly. But far more recently it even turned into trying to make each other jealous and your “friends” started to catch up on your behavior as well. It was the ways you both would be talking with someone else, even flirting with them but only having your eyes on each other whenever the other one wasn’t watching. Hoping that you’d see some type of jealousy and sometimes you did. Nobody wanted to address anything about it but they noticed the growing tension between you and it got worse every day.

After a while and spending time talking to your “friends”, you parted ways with your friends and were standing alone next to Coriolanus. Shoulder to shoulder and watching the people talking, laughing and having fun. But still, here you were standing with your rival and not with your friends.

“You look… beautiful tonight,” Coriolanus mumbled. Not knowing where it came from or why he suddenly complimented you but it was too late to take it back.

You chuckled and looked down on yourself, you were wearing your favorite piece of clothing.

“Was that just a compliment directed to me? From you, Coriolanus?” You grinned as you looked at him.

Coriolanus looked back at you and opened his mouth to defend himself and to take his words back but you were quicker, “Well… I must have to admit that you look handsome yourself tonight.”

He gulped and gave you a slight nod with a small smile on his lips.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you smile because of me,” you slightly snickered and looked back to the crowd.

He looked down and bit down on his lower lip, trying to stop himself from smiling more. “Don’t get used to it, it’s just this one time.”

You nodded and turned to him and bent closer, “Sureeee,” you whispered teasingly and left him standing there alone to join Sejanus.

Coriolanus stood still, he still smelled your scent. It drove him crazy how close you were even if it was just for a second. You had this effect on him, something he wanted to ignore so badly. His eyes followed your body while you were on your way to Sejanus. His eyes flickered down to Sejanus’ hand that found its way to your back while you hugged him. Coriolanus wished he could feel your body against his, being able to have his hands on you at any given time but there was no way this would ever happen. It could never happen. He watched you smile and laugh at something Sejanus was telling you and he was getting more jealous every second. Coriolanus wanted to be the reason to make you laugh. Obviously, it was something strange for him to feel this way, he had a few flings going on but feeling real jealousy? It barely happened, especially if it involved any possible romantic feelings. With you it was different, perhaps because you were the only person, he’s met so far that was able to keep him on his toes and challenge him. He sure loved this game with you but sometimes he wished it would be different. That you’d have met each other differently. A way that doesn’t involve this rivalry.

“Stop staring at our poor Y/N,” Clemensia suddenly appeared next to Coriolanus. Having a drink in her hand and a pleasant smug on her lips.

Coriolanus cleared his voice and turned his head to look at her, “I’m not staring.”

“Oh, Coriolanus,” she sighed, “We both know what exactly you try to hide from yourself but at least I know that you have feelings for them. I see it in the way you always look at them. Or to describe it better, stare at them.”

He scoffed slightly and looked back at you. He knew Clemensia was telling the truth but he didn’t want to admit it. You only would end up as his weakness if it came to something where it mattered. At least that was something he was afraid of. He didn’t want any possible weaknesses in his life that might be used against him some day. But what if he would take the risk?

“I’m… I don’t have feelings for them, Clemensia. I could never.”

She rolled her eyes, “Then what is the reason that you try to make them jealous at any other given opportunity?”

He immediately shot his head back to her, feeling caught by her. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“You must be a fool to ignore your feelings any longer, you have to do something about it or..” she paused for a second and nodded her head towards you and a guy that approached you, “Or it might be too late for you and they will end up with someone else.”

Coriolanus followed her gaze and saw you seemingly giggling with a guy he’d only seen before a few times. His name was William, he was some wealthy guy. Coriolanus recently did some research and found out that his parents apparently were friends with your parents. Perhaps they tried to set you up with each other. Coriolanus obviously did not like this possibility. Especially because he noticed that William seemed to catch your eye and the way you touched his arm and laughed made Coriolanus feel even more jealous. More than before for some reason, maybe it was how Clemensia tried talking him into taking action to get your attention completely on him. Maybe she was right and he had to do something or it really might be too late.

“Or you continue to ignore it and leave it the way it is, it’s your decision,” Clemensia brought him back to reality.

He gulped and he wasn’t exactly sure what to do. But he for sure knew now that he wanted you. He wanted to feel and be in your near. He wanted to be able to make you feel good, happy and being cared about. He might not be the perfect guy if it was about emotions but he wanted to try it. For you, in his twisted way.

What Coriolanus didn’t know that you weren’t really listening to what William was telling you about, you just laughed at his jokes to have the eyes of one specific person on you. And whenever you looked over to Coriolanus you saw that it was working and you liked it. No, you loved it. Having his attention on you while you were with someone else felt good. It might be a bit toxic but you loved these games. It’s not like that he wasn’t doing the same thing with you as well. You turned your back on him to fully have your attention on William. Surely, he was handsome and a very nice person, he was gentle and you felt sort of good in his presence but he wasn’t Coriolanus. You came to that realization a few weeks ago and since then it has eaten you up. Knowing that if Coriolanus would make a move on you, he would have all the power over you in a second. It kind of made you feel insecure that he could be able to have this power over you.

“Y/N, my dear. Do you want to get out of here to somewhere more private?” William smiled at you and hoped for a positive answer from you but you weren’t really able to answer because somebody else did for you.

“Sorry but they have other plans,” Coriolanus suddenly spoke behind you.

He was standing close to you and you felt his warmth. You tried to keep up a smile on your lips but if you were honest, your knees suddenly felt weak.

William looked up from you and eyed Coriolanus, surely not being happy about his sudden appearance. “Don’t you think they can make this decision by themself?”

You bit down on your lower lip. The closeness of Coriolanus made you some type of dizzy and you didn’t know what to say so you kept quiet. You didn’t even dare to move, you had no idea what to do. On the one hand, you enjoyed this whole situation, having the attention of two guys on you but on the other hand, you were slightly pissed. You just weren’t quite sure if you were pissed at Coriolanus because he potentially might ruin something with William or because you weren’t prepared for anything to happen this night. You had no control over this situation and you hated it.

“I know but as I said, they have other plans with me already,” he cocked his eyebrow at William who now looked back at you to get an answer by yourself.

You cleared your voice, trying to find words and get back your control, “He’s…” You were suddenly interrupted by William himself.

He slowly nodded, “Alright, fine,” he didn’t seem to be happy, “Have fun, I guess. I’ll see you around, Y/N.” William’s eyes found their way to Coriolanus for a second before he left you alone with the blonde-haired boy.

You turned around to finally face Coriolanus who had a smug expression on his face, you wanted to slap his stupid smirk out of his face.

“Didn’t think you’d pass on spending time alone with your dear William?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Did I really have a choice?” you walked past him, out of the still-crowded room.

He followed you like he was lost without you. Once you were sure you were alone you turned back and looked at him, crossing your arms as a sort of defense mechanism. You weren’t sure what would happen if you would let your guard slip in front of him but you tried to keep it up as long as it was possible.

“I surely did not pass on him just to hear any more stupid comments from you,” you stated, “What got you in the mood to tell him that we would have plans tonight?”

He shrugged, “Just was feeling bored.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to keep your back stiffed but the way he looked you up and down sent shivers down your spine. But you were annoyed by him. You gulped now and thought about why exactly you had to walk away that far.

“God, you’re annoying,” you wanted to walk past him again to go back to the party but you stopped in your tracks after Coriolanus wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you into his chest.

You were shocked by the sudden closeness again, it was the closest you’ve ever been and it drove you crazy. Both of you. Each one of you noticed the rising heat between you and the sudden thick air. You parted your lips to say something, you wanted to push him away from you and tell him to fuck off but there was nothing.

He chuckled, “Got nothing to say now?”

“Shut up, Coriolanus,” you spat, trying to maintain your posture but his hand on your waist made it hard not to give in.

One of your hands was on his chest and you felt his breath on your face. You looked down to his lips and back to his eyes and so did he.

“If you don’t fucking kiss me now, I’ll find William and ask him to do it instead. I’m sure he’ll be pretty much happy if I ask him to fu-” You were interrupted by Coriolanus lips on your own.

He didn’t want to hear any more words about William. He wanted you and he needed to make sure that you knew. And god, did it feel good to have his lips on yours. You kissed him back and your hands found the back of his neck, pulling him in even more so you were completely pressed against his body. He held you with both of his hands on your waist and gently pushed you against the wall behind you. He let out a groan after you slightly pulled at his hair, something he liked.

“I want you to be mine,” he hungrily kissed down on your neck, “All mine.”

You let out a whimper once you felt his lips on your neck. You tried to push him away but he let out a grumpy sound, Coriolanus was already addicted to the way your body felt against his. And he needed to find out how it felt without any clothes in the way.

“Coryo we shouldn’t,” you gasped as you felt him sucking on your neck. His nickname slipped out of your mouth without thinking.

He looked down at you now, eyes filled with lust and need for you. Your knees felt even more weak at the sight of Coriolanus. You mumbled a quick ‘fuck it’ and kissed him again. It was wrong, you both knew but it felt so right and good. Neither of you wanted to stop either. Both of you were even too caught up with each other that you didn’t seem to notice that different voices were calling your names and were apparently trying to find you.

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[justarandombrit]

Wrote all this down ages ago but forgot to post it anywhere, so here you go:

I was just thinking about how cool it'd be if every main character in TGWDLM was linked to one of the Lords In Black, and then I started properly considering it.

Pokey, Blinky and Tinky are all obvious. Paul, Bill and Ted. If you know anything about Hatchetfield lore you'll get this.

Then, I thought, “Well Nibbly doesn't really have any sort of ‘special guy’ like the others, since he just eats whoever becomes Honey Queen, without having any real attachment. I guess there's Roman Murray, but he's just a member of The Church Of The Starry Children, he's not specifically linked to Nibbly, and anyway, we're talking about TGWDLM characters.

So. Which main character of TGWDLM is most linked to Nibbly? Oh, I don't know, maybe THE ONE LITERALLY CALLED SWEETLY?!?!?!?

Yeah, I settled on Charlotte. It was mainly because of her last name, but I do think she fits Nibbly’s whole cutesy eldritch horror thing he has going on. Also pink.

That, of course, leaves one main character left for TGWDLM. Emma Perkins.

Even though this is only because I decided all the others first, I think it works pretty well. Emma, as we know, absolutely fucking despises capitalism. So, her being linked to the literal embodiment of capitalism actually makes a lot of sense.

Think how goddamn climactic it would be if Emma was the one to defeat Wiggly. Realistically speaking for the future of the series, if the Lords In Black ever do truly get defeated, it's either going to be by General MacNamara, Lex or Hannah, or, most likely, Miss Holloway or Webby, but imagine if it was Emma. Emma Perkins, who once described her business model for selling pot as “Raging against the capitalist patriarchy… in, like, a chill way. While still making tons of money”. So for Emma to ditch the “chill” part and LITERALLY FUCKING SHOOT CAPITALISM IN THE TENTACLES?!?!?!?!? That would fuck so hard

#yeah idk why i didnt post this #here you go though #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield theory #(not really but just in case) #starkid #team starkid #the guy who didn't like musicals #lords in black #the lords in black #emma perkins #wiggly #wiggog y'wrath

[soraviie]

them as boyfriends.txt

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NAMJOON:

Conversations! I am extremely chill about it but still insistent

Conversations about stuff!

Doesn't even have to be like here's the top 10 reasons why Auguste Comte was a cunt but like overall

Why do you enjoy doing some things and why are these things his hobbies you know

Why he knows that some of his habits are bad but he can't seem to stop them and so on

I always think that Namjoon is very concerned about doing the Right Thing, you know, being an objectively good person within a subjectively impossible world he probably worries a lot about "oh, was this thing I said perhaps going to rub you off the long way", "is what I'm doing with my influence enough, is it right?" "oh, you said it was okay but could it be that when I did this you wish I didn't and so on"

Wants to do right by the people he loves so open, frequent communication he views as an opportunity to improve and be assured that he's not an ignorant tool

A multifaceted individual so you get to see all sides - cute and cuddly, shy and embarrassed, the hoe side

Does absolutely wake you up in the mornings like "get up, sucker, we're going somewhere, get up"

Often says he's bringing you to a little something and it could be anywhere between a specific tree in a park and a booked-out art gallery during the night

Tries to echolocate you if he's out and forgot to take his glasses

He's insecure that he can't cook so he probably cleans a lot

Probably has read an article about weaponized incompetency and therefore tries to split chores evenly and keep them regularly done

He's actually torn up he can't do most things he would want like - wait for you after work or walk along the river freely

So he puts the extra effort in all he gets - lazy mornings, eating brunch abroad etc.

I can for some reason imagine him slow driving a bike at night and you're walking beside

Why is he not giving you a lift? He's scared he'll crash and you'll be hurt

If you can drive and own a car he will indicate that he wants to be driven not by asking but by sitting in the seat and putting a seat belt on in front of your eyes

When on tour or working late nights sends you short videos of the animals he finds along the way (think of that Instagram video of him harassing a crab on the way home from work)

Deep morning voice! Lord!

Absolutely the one on the list to have sex to relieve pent-up anger

Sleeps shirtless

Just get like ear plugs or straight-up knock yourself out because I just know he snores like a whole ass truck

If he's in love, really, I mean truly in love you're straight up becoming immortalized in the songs

Like he assigns a symbol that he associated to you whether a specific flower or a word or a concept but it's a little thing that keeps mentioned throughout

If it's a private track will ask you to moan for it to be used in a track

On like one day in a year when you convince him to be lazy, for sure, sits and watches TV with like a passive-aggressive frown and munches on chips really loudly

It's not even a bad show it's just how his face looks then

When meeting your friends, has an awkward "smile and wave, boy, smile and wave" stance

Definitely plays up his hotness once in a while - sleazy smiles, and those bedroom eyes, there are two wolves within him, a romantic and a player

If you're walking through an art gallery, for sure talks about every single thing he sees

The way you're on his Instagram is by sharing the photos you take, through them he can see the man you fell in love with and he becomes giddy over it

YOONGI:

So hear me out but when Yoongi is crushing he's like a boyfriend, when he's in a relationship he's like a married man with two kids and a mortgage

It's not that the spark is missing (guy can get you hot and bothered in a matter of seconds, you know what I'm saying) but it's literal comfort

Everything about him is comfort

He's like what men think men should be but so much better

E.g. fixes stuff - lamps, chairs, bulbs

Has plans on doing renovation

He never does it but he insists that when he gets the free time-!

"Next weekend."

"Yoon, you said it last weekend."

"Yeah, and eventually I'll do it. Consistency is key."

If he's home and you're there cooks meals 100%

For some reason, I always think he's really into cooking breakfast

It's more likely for him to cook breakfast than dinner because he would oftentimes order it in

Soft lighting in the apartment, no overhead lights

His type of touching is subtle

When you're watching say a movie, he doesn't lean into you wholly but like sits and keeps a hand slumped on your knee

Listen to this - fleeting hand holding

If you're keeping your hand on the table and he's near, he'll stroke your hand for 3 seconds take it away and repeat

Touches your pinky with his - it's like saying "hey"

Now hear me out, gossip

Jimin is for sure the no.1 gossiper but Yoongi is not too far behind himself

You're getting the freshest hottest brew about every single idol and producer he finds repulsive

Not too big of an outdoors guy but he'll do literally anything for you so if you want to go on like a few-day retreat, you sit him down and ask him:

"Is this something you want?"

"Yes -ㅅ-"

"Be honest! Are you really okay with going away this weekend and doing absolutely no work?"

"You'll be happy -ㅅ- yes -ㅅ-"

Hates it but you're happy so he's happy

I think he gets a little bit insecure about his partner not being to be able to do a lot of things so he spoils them a lot - trips and rest days and such

Is a hypocrite though

If you drink a lot of coffee nags the shit out of you only to drink seven cups himself

And here's the hill I'm going to die on - really strict when it comes to eating sweets before proper meals

He might be chill when you say you're not hungry, it sometimes happens you know, but will not! have it! for you to eat candy before dinner!

"What are you - my mom?" you sneer as he shOVES a pack of gummy worms into a deep, dark corner of a pantry where it most likely will never see the light of the sun ever again

"I'll call her," he warns, stirring whatever he was cooking that evening. "Don't test me."

Fights with him are rare and very diplomatic

He treasures you a lot so he takes a logical stance and flat out states "we both could say something hurtful, let's take a breather"

If you're in a foul mood and anNOYED at everything and itching for a fight, he'll cock an eyebrow and just say: "Is that really something you want to be spoken out there?"

Sometimes gets you cute plushies

You once walked in on him reading omegaverse fanfic and no, there is no backstory, nor an explanation given

Holds an incredibly harsh critique of snacks

Tastes a chip, hates it, discARDS the packet with a "d i s g u s t i n g"

You will absolutely hear a fuck ton of "back in my day" and "these are not Korean nuts, these are x nuts, they're no good"

Somehow I think he shits himself more before meeting your friends than parents???

Because he knows how to get along with older people but your friends who are convinced he's going to cheat on you, he's nothing but another over-inflated popstar stroking his ego? not a clue, he's a lost boy

He's so humble and helpful that, of course, he wins them over

Probably has driven your friends somewhere where they need to be, like a reception, probably offered his car for moving purposes (does anyone else help their friends move in and out of places?)

When on long car rides absolutely tries to gaslight you by saying the most impossible shit like:

"Of course, there is."

"There are no rivers in the Gobi desert!"

"But there are! Ancient people, how do you think they managed to travel all that distance? It's because they got to the river and that replenished them halfway."

Actually just wants to talk to you and this is an easy way to do so

dRUNK Yoongi just think about it and enjoy, he's so giggly and smiley and probably calls out for you with annoying frequency

Your nickname is an inside joke, many don't think it's cute at all but you know better and that's what's important

JIN:

Gets irrationally shy even after dating you after a while, say, you're changing and he walks in, for some reason puts a hand in front of his eyes??

Definitely covers his body if you're checking him out

"Can we please have some respect? Some decorum?" he whines, neck flushing at an alarming speed

Annoys you a lot, he's the annoying boyfriend

Tells the most ridiculous things, like:

"______________, I was in the bathroom and I did this," flicks hair. "And wow, I'm just so handsome. You must be a very strong person indeed to be able to bear it every day."

His confidence is a Schrodinger's cat - half true, half - farce

Somedays he wakes up and doesn't feel it at all and hides away from you saying he's ugly right now

Please assure him a lot during that time

If you work too much he's the best remedy for that

Jin is wise and helps you see how your time is the most important thing, that you don't have to prove your existence to anyone and can occupy space without proving your worth over and over again

Conversations with him don't often delve into deep waters but at the same time you don't feel unheard because he listens very attentively even if he doesn't share these anxieties and concerns

Does, unfortunately, give you secondhand embarrassment quite often

Has and will wear ridiculous outfits that have people turning their heads around

You're trailing with him, hand in hand, head low and Jin's ears too are flaming like gasoline on fire but who is he to prohibit himself from indulging things

Most likely to want morning sex, I will not elaborate

He has a special soft smile for when he feels properly cared for and babied

Appreciates being given flowers, hair tugged behind the ear

He doesn't give a fuck what's a norm, it makes him feel nice, fuck you, he'll continue doing it

If you find fishing boring, sorry you'll have to put up with it

"I guess this will be our thorn, honey, you'll just have to endure this for love"

He takes no shit, not even from you but in return never, ever prohibits you from enjoying things

For example, diving into ice-cold water in a lake is not his idea of a fun time but if you enjoy it, he'll be by the side shivering with a towel and a thermos

Definitely, 100% rehearses meeting your parents and quizzes you on his

It is no surprise at all when you meet that both of you know just the right words, the right gestures

Jin loves his family and to be put in a conflict between you and them is a walking nightmare

So he does his best to avoid that

You often eat at very random places scattered throughout the town and sometimes out of it

One day it's a luxury five-star restaurant in a penthouse, the next you're sitting on a wobbly chair at a marketplace, eating a small vegetable or meat skewer from a plastic cup

But Jin always knows how to bring a good time, so both times are just perfect

HOSEOK:

Okay so if this makes sense but Hoseok is the type of boyfriend who wants you to improve

So he wouldn't be super clingy or overly protective or madly jealous but he shows his care by reminding you to do self-care

Like skincare routine, morning and night he's there to ask you if you did it

Or whether you ate well, why not, why are you neglecting care in your life

I don't see him as overly romantic like big-ass gestures but really consistent care from the start

Now hear me out and don't tussle, he partially views you as a responsibility and a project

and befORE YOU GET PITCHFORKS LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING

He works hard, correct?

He's a strict teacher and absolutely works himself 100% for maximum improvement

And it's not like he's hovering over you like a helicopter parent, moulding you into a version of his liking I just think he wants you to be the person you really like

So obviously it depends on what your goals are but he's really quietly motivating you to do better for yourself

It may not sound most romantic but at its core he wants you to be happy and I think he realises that it doesn't always just means being loved by a close person

So he wants you to improve, feel better about yourself and feel better about the world in such a way

Because the world is a very dark place, it can't handle even more negativity

Kinky, 0 explanation iykyk

A hype man for sure

If you're ever feeling like you can't do something he'll convince you that at the very least there's not so much loss involved as you think

Handmade jewellery especially if he's been away for a long time

I imagine him sitting at a studio, taking like a 15-minute break and he's tinkering with beads, arranging them and stringing them into a bracelet tailored to your interests

Buys you clothes more than anything else say like a car or a house

He splurges reasonably

Though them triangle bags he had back in the day cost like 300 that's my whole rent homie

It's hard to read what he'd be like as a boyfriend but out of all most likely to feel like a friend with added stuff

Which isn't bad at all

I think he struggles between the view of love in the traditional sense he's been taught and interpreting it his own, more peculiar way

Buys subtly matching clothes

Has a private Instagram and definitely hypes you up there

If he's upset but not overtly mad, he'll lie in the bed and Complain using full VFX of Hobi sound effects

Somehow managed to friendzone you once

As an act of revenge, you did that as well and now has learnt his lesson

100% has inner demons but out of all is the most likely to not share it, above Yoongi, above all

He doesn't struggle with communication per se but struggles with understanding that he himself can have faults and he doesn't have to do everything alone

He holds people he loves in high standard hence why he's so insistent on self-care; on being the best you can be within your own eyes, so it makes complete sense that he holds himself up to the highest standard, cutting himself the least amount of slack

Makes you feel like you're the most hilarious person in the world but doesn't talk much at home

If you feel awkward at an event and pressured will leave immediately, I just have a sense about this

JIMIN:

Has a knack for jealousy but the type to end with you being railed the entire night with his jaw clenched

I know we all like his cute side but he can be scary

He can be standoffish and sharp he just mostly chooses to not be

He chooses the high ground though that doesn't always mean he wants to take one

So if you have an ex he particularly loathes he will be near poisonous to that person

But lets it go because it's not about them, it's about you and you deserve his undivided attention

He needs assurance a lot because I think he's convinced himself you'll leave because honestly, it's a hard lifestyle to tolerate in a partner

Touchy but listen to this his favourite is not hugging you but leaning into you

Because it can be so variable

Like cutely leaning onto you whining at you at a full volume or pressing his nose in your cheek with a smirk

I have a feeling he'd enjoy it if you have some temper

He hates fights, absolutely abhors them, and probably has fights because he didn't voice something in the first place because he didn't want to fight

But if you're mad at someone else? If you're angry and getting heated and being bossy?

He just ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

But he often has ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he's in tune with his sensual side

Speaking of sensual, reads the most toe-curling, filthy romance books in his free time

I'm talking like casually sipping coffee and calmly listing through like a BDSM orgy

He's the type to try everything once, within reasons

Often when talking has a soft, whiny voice and holds a part of your body rubbing circles there

I can't imagine his flirty nature not getting him in trouble at some point

But he makes his commitment known in very intense ways

Like gripping your jaw, making eye contact and saying something along that he can't even sleep without you, you're in his bloodstream

Kind of corny but manages to make it sexy because it's Park Jimin

He wants to know everything about you - what you're thinking, why you're thinking it, what made you to be who you are now and who you want to be tomorrow

Desires to make eye contact

Steals more of your clothes than you do his

Drunk, kind of out of it dancing to slow, sexy songs is a MUST for him

In a way there are two parts to being loved by him which are very representative of his sides - one is cute and cuddly, wanting you to be happy, like an idealized version of kids being in love and the other one is hungry

He wants you in and out, if you're not his in the understanding that he knows you best, that he can please you physically and please you mentally by giving you comfort, he's not happy

Sentimental, probably secretly keeps tokens of yours from the beginning of the relationship

Has a copy of all your childhood pics, argue with a wall

The one true no. 1 gossiper, he knows everything about everyone like your workplace for example

He knows why exactly that co-worker of yours left for a two-week vacation and the reason is salacious as all hell while you could be sitting there - "I have a coworker by that name?"

If you're out and he sees someone being rude, will viOLATE them

His sense of humour could make a person suicidal fr

But unlike some, he uses his inside voice

Has things that annoy him in your relationship but I don't think he says it unless it's really bad

He lets small grudges pass hoping to preserve the balance

Because only the mere thought of you leaving terrifies him

Once Jimin ties himself to someone, genuinely, he doesn't want to let them go for nothing

If you're away for a long time, let's say going abroad or really busy with work, his emotions get the best of him and he gets quite upset

But he hides it and frankly somewhat succeeds

But you can also tell when you return home that he was missing you like crazy

He needs to be pampered then, reassured that everything's fine

Does everything you want even if it's not what he would usually do

If you feel like driving for a while to stare at the moon, he absolutely would

Seduces you over and over again

Partially I think the reason he changes up his behaviour so much is to make sure he's keeping you on your toes and you wouldn't leave

It's lowkey a phobia of his

It's so obvious he's dating you

You can just see the Love

Also if he would just stop glARING at strangers for bREATHING your direction, that would be great

Reminds you to do a lot of things but also needs those reminders as well

Often so tired he forgets to do basic things so you have to wrangle him to take a shower or brush his teeth before bed because he really works himself very hard :(

If you're on your phone when it's time to sleep will yANK it away like a mOTHER

Love to him means sticking together - always

TAEHYUNG:

bops

Oh, you're expecting an explanation?

You're not getting any :)

Very soft

Also very weird

Being his partner means being his interpreter at times

You two have probably developed a language of your consisting chiefly of sounds

Sends you a shit ton of selfies

Mostly stupid and often blurry

He's a blurry sort of guy

Has sent a selfie taken from underneath his nostril

You could be sitting at work and he sends you a wet, shirtless selfie

Cause he's a menace

Big enthusiast of having soft lights as well

It makes the atmosphere feel more intimate

Everything is about intimacy when he's with you

Emotional, spiritual, physical

Where Jimin is in love with love, Taehyung loves romance

So big, classic, romantic gestures are a part of the Kim course

Date nights are unavoidable even let's say you're in two different countries he'll find a way

Sometimes by spontaneously flying out, sometimes by arranging the most ridiculous zoom call known to man

Like the camera placed where you would sit across the table with a restaurant dinner in front

Buys you lingerie, jewellery and fancy clothes

Teases you about loving him

"Ah, ______________ your passion for me makes a guy shy."

Cue to you sitting like -_-

Cause by now you're tiRED

I imagine he does get on your nerves a lot but by weaponizing all of that infamous charm at this point you're convinced he could get away with breaching the Geneva conventions

Always looks at you like he's done absolutely NO WRONG

Even if it happened like 3 seconds ago

Gatekeeps you in a way

He wants you all to himself and he's afraid if you don't like his friends, you might end up not liking him as well

Really values your opinion of him

Has gone to a fortune teller to ask how your future would look like

When you're going through a tough time, he "lends" you his angel

Misses you like crazy when you're apart

And sometimes even when you're here

If he's miraculously drunk, you're not getting him off you

Fucking Clingatron 3000 over here practically treats you as a plushie when you go to sleep

If you're the more reserved type, he's simply over the moon trying to make you flustered

And if you're really cuddly, he invites it eagerly and joyously

Jump atop of him and he'll laugh head thrown back onto the bed

Absolutely the type to find you being angry quite cute, with the exception that you're not so mad you're breaking up with him

This is of course really annoying because what if you want to establish dOMINANCE

Well good luck with that

He'll just smooch you to pacifism

Is lowkey always horny

Has kinks but I do not have the strength to think about them

Every week attempts to cook a fancy meal which ends up being an inedible concoction tasting like an armpit sweat

Promises to not do it again but lo and behold next week!

Watches a lot of movies with you

Watches you if you're out

Really zones out when you're ordering or simply waiting for something

If you're both at home plays soft music in the background so he could pull you into dance at any time

Fresh flowers whenever the old ones wilt down :(

Brings you to a lot of hipster cafes late in the evening

Quite often says the most inappropriate shit at absolutely the wrong place and time

For example, you're about to throw the bins out and he casually lets it slide -

"What if we tried for a baby right now?"

Smiles at his phone when texting you

Recalling back to the finding you cute when angry, definitely smiles and chuckles to himself if you're being huffy and complaining about work or what some dumbass did today

Begs you to share food

The type to bump into you playfully when walking

If he's going to bed, you're going to bed (can't sleep without his plushie)

Increasingly ridiculous nicknames - honey, babe, dearest, flower, sweet bean, rice cake, jujubii (warps it to sound more cuter version of jujube)

Eats up every capitalized love celebration ever invented - white day, rose day, his own made - "our first kiss day"

Really sentimental in that way

I think he wants love to feel more like a movie than it necessarily is so tries his hardest to make that dream a reality

JUNGKOOK:

It is often and with an honestly worrying frequency that you think there is nothing but mii music behind those eyes

Zones out a lot

Stops mid-sentences

Sometimes forgets to listen when you're ranting

It's because he feels safe with you

He feels that he doesn't have to make perfect sense so his mind wanders a lot because he's very relaxed when with you

The type of guy who holds your legs crossed in his lap, one hand caressing your calf when watching a movie

Speaking of movies, yes, you probably have a whole list of tv shows to watch together

(which he absolutely cheats by squeezing in extra screen time)

But you know what he absolutely does

Plays the most horrible otome games known to man

I'm talking about the horse dating simulator, every and all butler romances in the app store

At first, it's just to make fun of it

But then naturally gets really competitive and complains quite hard if the butler he's supposed to be romancing doesn't like him

"Why are men so hard to please?" he growls, fingers gripping the phone so hard the knuckles are white. "I spent 45 diamonds on this dress and "okay" is all YOU CAN SAY?!"

Though you started the game together, he's the one to finish them because it's just slightly hard to develop a romantic interest in an anime pigeon for you but not for Jungkook

Does as he's told when it comes to chores - washing dishes, cleaning, laundry, does it all eagerly

If you're messy, nags you but doesn't go as hard as, for example, Hoseok

Before you stop by his apartment, 100% tried to make it more "palatable" for you

Meaning, shOVES those 7 mattresses of his lying around into a closet or something

Whilst he's pouring a glass of wine you hear a crash come from somewhere

"What's that??" you ask and he sweats, absolutely shits himself

"Nothing," he replies, voice squeaky

"Didn't sound like nothing..."

"...dON't even worry about it."

If he has to take out the bins and your high-heeled shoes are the only thing available, he'll be strutting down to the garbage like a Victoria's Secret model

Has switched those LED lights to red to try and dance sexily in front of you only to bump his crotch into the corner of a closet

You're 90% of his impulse control so if you're gone, expect to see him with one eyebrow upon returning

Has cried at least once about thinking how much he loves you

Turns up his hotness just to see what happens

Is HIGHKEY ready to go at any given point

Even if he's dead tired, he's like "just a quick, lazy sesh, okay 🥺🥺🥺"

If you're scolding him also does this 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Finds it absolutely hilarious and endearing if you're bossy

Obeys whilst giggling all throughout

Your ass is a source of comfort for him, it's not your ass it's OUR ass once you're with him

If you're close with your family, probably the one most likely to spend a lot of time with them (of course, only with you there cause he cannot handle that tension A L O N E)

When you first brought him to meet the fam, anytime you tried to leave he would look at you with a smile on his lips but wide panicked eyes, hissing:

"do nOT leAVE me"

"I need to go to the bathroom..."

"Hold it! for the love of gOD hOLD iT."

After a while, he's a bit more chill, the type to be brought along to every camping trip and cookout

Is probably used for labour by your relatives

No, does not send you memes, he's breaking the Gen Z stereotype as he's not attached to the hip with his phone

Makes a conscious effort to spend enough time with you

He can be weaponized to kill bugs, shoo away birds, glare threateningly at strangers

Gently wrestles you for fun

Really enjoys it if you take care of him, like put hair oil in his hair, massage his shoulders, cream his hands etc.

Doesn't like spending a lot of time hanging around somewhere so he whines in your ear

"Are you going to be done soon?"

"We just got here. I need to buy a new shirt."

"You have plenty at home and they all look great on you. Let's just go eat. There's online shopping for a reason."

Gets jealous a lot but never gets angry at you and quickly lets it go

Mostly pouts and fusses if he thinks you're being too friendly with someone

Sometimes utilizes you as weights whilst working out

Like makes you lay on top of him when he's doing push-ups

Adores if you try to manhandle him only to then show you how it's really done by taking a hold of your legs and hoisting you around his waist

You have had a talk about whether he'd choose Namjoon over you and the results of that debate were relayed to Namjoon himself who just looks at you both with a frown that says "what the hell are both of you on"

Gets lowkey combative if you have bad habits that impact your health like smoking, too much drinking, or not eating regularly

Health to him is very important in spite of you pointing out the hypocrisy of it

As he often fails to take proper care of himself

But he tries so he wants you to try your best as well

Makes a secret tattoo about you

Like your favourite flower, or a favourite thing

Similar to how Namjoon immortalizes you in a way, but on his flesh

Sings around the house but is too shy to give you concerts

Sneaks you into the studio, however, for you to express your opinion

Sneaks you into a lot of places

Like an afterparty or a press conference

A member will see you and wonder out loud:

"I think I saw _____ walking by."

"You're just getting old, seeing things," Jungkook replies trying not to seem too guilty

You can absolutely tell if he has a surprise planned for you

"Jungkook, are you planning to bring me on a secret date?"

"0.0 no 0.0"

If you're mercilessly destroying him at a game, he threatens to cry

Would get upset at you for something he dreamt

Glares at you over coffee cup:

"You said you liked Yoongi better than me."

"In a dream you Dumbo," you roll your eyes. "I'm literally making you breakfast."

He answers with a vague hum, then turns up his nose, all offended:

"Said you liked his hip thrust more."

Wants to adopt more dogs, so you'll have someone to keep you company when he's on tour :( and so that they could protect you in case of home invasion or stalkers

© soraviii/soraviie 2022-2023

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts x you #bts fluff #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #jin x reader #jin x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #jimin x reader #jimin x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #bts reaction #bts headcanons

[svltzmans]

waves - r.b.

surfer!reader x lifeguard!robin

robin moves as far away from hawkins as she can - to california. to afford her rent she picks up a lifeguard gig at the local beach, and meets someone she could have only dreamed about in hawkins.

warnings: implied smut, injury, (almost) drowning, unproofread writing Lol

a/n: HI GAY PEOPLE OMG!!! i truly was not expecting so many people to see my last post and all of your likes made my day omg <3 i've been on vacation and thinking about this robin au for days so i knew i had to write it. i hope you like it <3 my request box is always open if you have any ideas of something you want to see me write!!

robin wasn't quite sure what the breaking point was that forced her out of hawkins, but considering her trauma related to the starcourt mall (and the events that followed) and the constant homophobia, she wasn't surprised.

california seemed ideal. everyone there looked eccentric and cool. robin was hopeful that she would be able to make new friends, even though she had promised steve she would stay in touch.

she packed everything she had into the trunk of her old convertible and drove across the country, feeling terrified to be leaving everything she knew, while simultaneously feeling a sense of freedom that nothing could damper.

she had managed to afford a one-bedroom apartment off the coast that she spent all of her savings on, although it was completely worth it. she was free. like, really free.

despite her sense of freedom, robin needed a job. her savings from scoops ahoy and family video could only get her so far, leading her to start applying everywhere she could find. record shops, libraries, cafés. anywhere that had a bright "we're hiring!" sign in the window.

but no luck.

robin was feeling exasperated trying to find a job. the stress was getting to her quite a bit, and the thought of having to move back home came to mind.

she had the same coping mechanism ever since she was in middle school, and nothing had changed with her big move.

"fuck it," she thought. "i'm going on a walk."

she threw on her converse and a light hoodie (it got cool at night, she remembered), and stepped outside the apartment.

as dusk fell over california, robin's walk led her to the most beautiful beach she had ever seen, albeit one of the only ones. she was from indiana, after all.

the waves were crashing quietly yet so loudly at the same time, and robin found herself mesmerized by the sound.

she scanned the beach, realizing she was one of the few individuals left. a young couple and their dog and an older gentleman walking by himself were the only other inhabitants of the beach at that hour.

she quickly forgot about her solitude when her eyes landed on a "lifeguards wanted" sign hanging on the back of one of the many lifeguard chairs.

bingo.

lifeguard training was much easier than robin had anticipated. she found out through her week long excursion that she was a much better swimmer than she'd imagined, and that it seemed like the town she was living in would hire just about anyone as a lifeguard. it was truly lucky.

admittedly, she was nervous. she didn't know if she'd actually be capable of saving someone's life in any capacity. at the same time, however, she was ready to try.

the first several days of being a lifeguard went off without a hitch, albeit a bit of boredom. it wasn't exactly the most fun job, getting nasty sunburns and staring off into the ocean while listening to screaming little kids.

that was, until, she noticed a young woman running towards the water with a surfboard, her salty waves blowing in the wind.

"holy shit," robin thought.

robin was absolutely fixated. she couldn't keep her eyes off the mysterious surfer, watching in awe as she caught countless waves and rode them back to the surface of the sand.

robin took note of the way the surfer's bodysuit hugged her curves in all the right places. she had to keep herself from drooling and focus on the fact that she had to potentially keep a beach full of people alive.

but every day, the surfer was there. the same time every afternoon with her surfboard. robin couldn't avoid her. so she stared, and stared, and stared...

robin quickly started looking forward to heading to work, knowing she would get to see the hottest girl she had ever seen, in a skin-tight body suit, no less.

although many days came and went without robin having to make any saves, she knew she would eventually have to put her training to use, and she was right.

the beach was practically completely empty, with the local news warning of the roughness of the tide and the danger of swimming in the ocean.

nonetheless, the mysterious surfer was still effortlessly catching each wave as she did every day.

robin watched closely, seeing the ways the surfer climbed up onto her board and balanced herself so perfectly.

she had never wanted to learn to surf so badly.

while robin continued to gawk, she noticed that the surfer was losing her footing as the waves got rougher. she struggled to get back onto her board and stand up without wiping out.

robin knew in her heart that this was bad. really bad.

as she continued to watch, she witnessed the wavy haired surfer get hit with a wave, knocking her below the surface of the water. her board emerged, floating without the beautiful girl on top of it.

without thinking, robin sprung into action. grabbing her gear, she dove headfirst into the ocean and swam as fast as humanly possible. she was pumped full of enough adrenaline to not feel tired, despite this being the most intense workout of her life.

reaching the spot the young woman had fallen, robin finally sees her emerge from underneath the water, struggling to catch her breath. robin instinctively grabs her and lifts her up, holding her high above the surface.

"hey, hey, it's okay. i got you. you're safe," robin coos, watching as the surfer's face starts to gain color again.

the surfer coughs, trying to regain her strength.

"well, that fuckin' hurt," the surfer mutters, letting out a dry laugh. her accent is so undoubtedly californian.

"holy shit. i'm glad you're okay. you had me scared there," robin utters, suddenly becoming very nervous with the beautiful sight in front of her.

"isn't it, like, your job to see this stuff happen?"

"well, yeah, but it never has actually happened before."

"so i'm your first save, huh?"

"i guess you could say that, although you kinda saved yourself."

the still unknown surfer laughs quietly.

"i'm y/n."

"robin. we should probably get out of this water now."

"yeah, i think so. although i can't believe it calmed down enough for us to swim after i almost died."

the pair both chuckle at that.

robin and y/n finally swim to shore, robin quickly grabbing a towel and throwing it to y/n, who is still shivering.

in a moment of bravery, robin decides to try to get closer to y/n's freezing frame.

"do you want to go back to my apartment to warm up? it's like, a block from here," she asks, taking in y/n's face up close. it's covered in freckles and a light tan from the sun.

"that would be great, actually," y/n responds. "i think i might have hypothermia."

"okay, let's not be dramatic here," robin laughs, beckoning the girl to follow her.

as the two women enter the apartment, y/n sighs with relief, feeling the warm air of robin's new home.

"it's so nice in here," she compliments.

robin simply smiles, taking in the sight in front of her. y/n's wet hair is thrown into a bun, and her cheeks are newly rosy after being blue for quite some time after being in the water.

"let's get you something warm to wear, okay? i don't want you to actually get hypothermia," robin flirts.

"yeah, that would suck a lot," y/n responds, gently chuckling at robin's jest.

robin leads y/n to her bedroom where she lends her some warm clothes to change into. she begins to leave the room, but as she does, y/n rips off her bodysuit, revealing a matching pink bra and underwear set.

robin knows she shouldn't stare, but she can't help herself. she's in a trance, staring at y/n from the doorway.

before she can leave, y/n turns around.

"like what you see, huh robbie?"

did she just... call her robbie?

completely in shock, robin just nods. she can't manage to respond verbally.

y/n doesn't feel cold anymore. her body is full of heat now that she had caught the lifeguard watching her change.

she approaches robin, her hands quickly finding her waist and pulling her closer.

before either of them know it, their lips are clashing, and they collapse on the bed.

"you saving my life today was pretty cool," y/n mutters. "but you being so fucking hot is a huge bonus."

a/n: should i do a part 2 to this this was so fun to write

#robin buckley x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #robin buckley imagine #wlw #robin buckley

[cilil]

AO3 recommendations overview

A good chunk of the recommendations I received - thanks again to all those who sent me something! - were from AO3 and I couldn't always find a corresponding Tumblr post to reblog so I decided to make a list for convenience (an attempt at sorting has also been made). Please go show some love, enjoy and happy holidays/happy new year!

₊˚⊹ Ainur

♡ Back In Evernow by @the-red-butterfly (Melkor & Manwë, Gen)

♡ Feathers and Friends by @elennalore (Manwë & Ulmo & Maglor, Gen)

♡ Whenever our paths cross by @thedaughterofshadows (Tilion, Arien & Ilmarë, Gen)

♡ Go Get Him by @glorf1ndel (Eönwë x Arafinwë, T, WoW)

♡ To be Made of Fire by @hirazuki (Mairon & Arien, Gen)

♡ Worth While by @hirazuki (Mairon & Eönwë, T, WoW)

♡ Redeeming graces cast aside by @mirkwood-hr-department (Melkor & Nienna, T, canon divergence)

♡ No Sooner Looked by @verecunda (Melkor x Mairon, Eönwë, T)

♡ When Your Walls Fall by @curufiin (Melkor x Mairon, T, canon divergence)

₊˚⊹ Elves

♡ So do our Minutes Hasten to their End by @maglor-my-beloved (Caranthir x Haleth, Erestor, T)

♡ Anywhere With you by @last-capy-hupping (Maedhros x Fingon, past Melkor x Maedhros, E, modern AU, heed warnings)

♡ What Happens at Camp Eglarest, Stays at Camp Eglarest by @polutrope (Daeron x Maglor, T, modern AU)

♡ of a harsh and caustic nature (the root of hope) by @oopsbirdficced (Caranthir x Finrod, T, soulmate AU)

♡ A Compass Pointing North by @elentarial (Celegorm x multiple, E, modern AU (cam work))

♡ Pour Out A Drink For Me by @nothinghereisworking (Caranthir x Haleth, T)

♡ Star Anise by @maglor-my-beloved (Fëanor & Nerdanel & their children, Gen)

♡ Bureaucratic outcomes & oversights by @sortumavaara (Glorfindel x Erestor, M)

♡ Snow white and the hunts(wo)men by @goschatewabn (Celegorm x Oromë, M, ABO)

♡ Laws and Customers by @z-h-i-e (Glorfindel x Erestor, little Arwen, Gen)

♡ glade-song by @welcomingdisaster (Galadriel x Melian, M)

♡ Slow Flights by @searchingforserendipity25 (Maedhros & Irmo, Gen, coming back to life)

♡ The Seven Trials of Fingon the Valiant by @melestasflight and @polutrope (Fingon, various pairings, T)

♡ My Bones Divide and Shake by @sallysavestheday (Celegorm & Oromë, Gen)

♡ Nothing gold can stay by @mirkwood-hr-department (Thranduil x Glorfindel, E, long fic)

♡ Something in the Darkness by @hirazuki (Eöl x Aredhel, M)

₊˚⊹ Dwarves & Hobbits

♡ You Should Be Safe With Me by @fantasyinallforms (Bilbo x Thorin, E, canon divergent verse)

♡ And I’ll say I love you, and I’ll say that I do by @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book (Bilbo x Thorin, Gen, modern AU)

♡ Flowers that Never Die by @frosticenow (Bilbo x Thorin, T, pre-canon)

♡ Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles (Bilbo x Thorin, E, modern AU, accidental marriage)

₊˚⊹ For Orc lovers

♡ Scars of Silver and Gold by @niennawept (Adar x OFC, E, ROP verse)

₊˚⊹ Old/older favorites that helped me through difficult times back in the day:

♡ Catechesis by @lvsifer (Melkor x Mairon, E, pope AU my beloved)

♡ the path of ecstasy by @bodhvild (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ In Utumno's Deeps by @foxindarkness (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ distractions by @tarmairons (Melkor x Mairon, baby dragons, unrated)

♡ Just This Once by @crackinthecup (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ ... and I burn for you by @echoesoftheforest (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Desire by @dragonofmordor (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Sacrament by @mayakoroz (Melkor x Mairon, E)

I was a lurker back then and too shy to comment or make myself known, but I saved links to my favorite works and never forgot about them. Better late than never.

₊˚⊹ Gifts for yours truly

♡ His Malicious Majesty by @i-did-not-mean-to (Mairon, various pairings, M)

♡ Where there's smoke, there's a fire by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon x Gothmog, E, modern AU)

♡ Dog eat dog or something like that by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, puppy, gen)

♡ Aber bitte mit Sahne... by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, coffeeshop AU)

♡ Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, mafia AU)

♡ Reaching for the stars by @i-did-not-mean-to (Manwë x Varda x Yavanna, T)

♡ The adventures of Crablor by @goschatewabn (Crablor x Faramir, E, heed warnings)

♡ Broken traps by @ruiniel (Andreth & a wolf, T)

₊˚⊹ Art collections (is this cheating? No idea - but this is my event and I loved these so let's put them in as a bonus)

♡ Kinktober by @sortumavaara (various, E)

♡ Kinktober by @elanna-elrondiel (various, E)

#cílil's fantastic ficmas #fic recs #cílil's fantastic ficmas recommendations #ao3 overview

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

6.6 gigue

A/N: this is a very old fic, originally posted back on the 12 of march 2022. at first, I didn't really want to repost it because it was one of very the first things I ever wrote (so please don’t judge it), but since it had become a lot of people's comfort fic, I decided to re-edit it and post it again.

warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, hurt/comfort, established relationship, meltdown, crying, public transport, classical music

word count: 1807

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It was a Saturday afternoon. One of the first Saturdays in a long time where Spencer hadn’t been away on a case. So, therefore, the two of you had planned on going to the Smithsonian together.

But now that you were there, it struck you that perhaps a Saturday afternoon was not the best time for you to go to a museum. There were so many people. So many children. Nosy ones at that. 

You were truly trying your best to just focus on your wonderful boyfriend and the adorable infodumping that had begun long before you’d even arrived. But everything around you was simply too much, so much in fact that all of the exhibits had begun to be extremely uncomfortable to look at. They just looked chaotic and had way too much going on.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you sucked in a shaky inhale.

Ready to move on to the next exhibit, Spencer’s voice slowly became smaller and smaller as he apparently didn’t notice that you weren’t following along. 

“Y/n?” you opened your eyes to see him looking back over his shoulder at you with a curious look.

“I, um-…” fuck, you needed to get out of here. Get to somewhere, anywhere that your system could relax. His name fell from your quivering lip, “Spencer.”

At the tone of your voice, he was immediately at your side. “What? What’s wrong?”

“It’s, um, a lot right now,” you shook and waved one hand in front of you, trying to shake it out of you, even just a little bit. 

“Okay,” he grabbed ahold of your other hand and held it tight, “do you wanna go?”

“Please,” you sobbed.

“Alright, then we’ll go home.”

Wrapping one arm around your waist, he still clutched on tight to your hand in his, rapidly leading you out, holding you close, just in case you lost your balance. 

Weaving through the crowd, he quickly guided you outside, down a few small streets, and then there you were, at the stairs down towards the metro.

Reaching into your pocket, he fished out your metrocard in order for him to swipe it for you. Brushing a thump over your knuckles, he slowly led you down to the stairs, one step at a time. Once you reached the bottom, he linked his arm with yours and kept going. 

Struggling to keep your breathing steady, you mumbled to yourself, “okay, we need to take the yellow line, that’s down that hall, how many steps could that be? Maybe 50-70?” trying to grasp onto anything that could distract you.

You were well aware of the fact that Spencer surely knew the answers to all your random questions, but he didn’t cut in to share them. He just franticly looked around, trying his best to navigate the chaos of the city.

Once you reached the platform, the train was already there. A beeping sound was heard, indicating that the doors were about to close, so like the wind, he pulled you in before they got the chance.

“Okay,” he breathed out, “let’s find a place to sit,” looking around and quickly spotting two free seats across from one another.

Sitting down, you grabbed onto both his hands, “how many stops?” 

Without even looking up at the map, he answered, “14,” giving your hands a squeeze as you looked down towards the ground. “Do you want your headphones?”

Panic filling your wide eyes, “I-I didn’t take them with me, fuck, I forgot.”

Taking back one hand, he rifled through his satchel and magically fished out your headphones. “I did, I thought you might need them.” 

“Thank you,” you sniffled.

“What pocket is your phone in?”

“Left.”

Pulling it out of your coat pocket, he then proceeded to gently pop both pods into your ears and unlocked your phone, turning the noise cancelling function of them on.

Your eyes fluttered at the relief of sudden silence.

Soon music started playing and it felt like a warm blanket was wrapping around you, protecting you from the outside world. You had listened to this song a thousand times and immediately recognized it. 

Fairytales: II. In E major.

Leaning your head against the wall, you looked at Spencer, his eyes finally lifting from your phone to meet your own. 

Seeing your body language change, he scooted closer to you, gazing into your glossy eyes and taking very clear deep breaths for you to mimic. And so, you did. Watching as his chest rose and fell and feeling his hot breath against your balled-up hands as he exhaled. 

The simple sounds of piano trilled out in your ears as the next song began. But this one you also recognized immediately and found Spencer’s eyes, asking him quietly, “are you playing my nightmare playlist?” and he nodded, a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

One of the first times the two of you had slept beside each other, you had a terrible nightmare, as you tend to do. It was one of those where your body still has to react to whatever happened in the dream when you finally woke up, get some of the emotions out. That was the night you had shown him the playlist. A collection of the most calming of your favourite songs. The two of you had ended up just lying there, cuddling and listening to all the tunes. After that, he had begged you to add a few of his favourite niche Mozart songs that fit in with the sound that all the other ones had. 

After all this time, his memory still occasionally shocked you. You’d half expected him to just press play on the abba song that your spotify had been left on, but he didn’t, he remembered. He knew how soothing the strings of Peter Gregson’s modern recomposing of Bach’s cello suite was to you. He knew you.

“I love you.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, he lifted your hands up to his lips and gave them a soft peck. Noticing just how cold they had gotten, he kept them pressed up against his cheek, leaning into them. 

A few minutes later a fair amount of the people around you got off, clearing a spot with two seats right next to each other. Spencer quickly nodded in that direction as if to ask you if you wanted to move over there. Nodding in response, he practically lifted you out of your seat and into the recently vacated one. 

Now that he was once again beside you, you let your head slump down to meet his shoulder and stared down at his left palm.

Turning it in yours and studying it well, you traced all of the veins with your finger, pressing down on a few of the ones that poked out, and at the end, your fingers came to tap his, playing at them like you were the one creating the music in your ears.

It took a few tries before he caught your attention, motioning up to the map to show you that the next stop was yours. Helping you up, he guided you to wait at the doors. Hugging him tightly, you felt the metro’s motions rock the both of you for the last few minutes of your ride.

And right before the doors swooshed open, he looked down and caught your eye, giving you a small nod as if to ask you if you were ready, then promptly flashed you a tight smile as you nodded back.

Luckily, his apartment was just around the corner from this metro station, so it didn’t take too long before you were looking up at the shining number 23 on his front door. 

You were absolutely exhausted, leaning against your boyfriend as he fumbled with the keys. 

With the click of the lock, you straightened your back. Opening the door, he pulled you inside and immediately when it closed behind you, you pulled out your headphones and tugged them back into your pocket. 

You welcomed the quiet of the apartment with open arms. It was also an alarmingly clear sign for your body to comprehend that it was now in a safe space, so finally, it let go.

Hyperventilating, you ripped off the uncomfortable clothes on your body. Shoes, coat, off, off. But when even that wasn’t enough, you marched to the bedroom and pick out some pyjamas to switch your current garb out with.

Once they were on, you slumped down on the bed, hugging a pillow tight and letting the tears flow.

Hearing footsteps approach, you looked up to see Spencer, simply sitting down beside you and laying his hand out, palm up, just in case you wanted to hold it.

Taking it in yours, the two of you just sat there, waiting it out. 

You didn’t really know how long you sat there, but when it did pass, the two of you had morphed into cuddling session that lasted the rest of the day. At some point, one of you popped one of the star wars movies on, just as a soothing background noise.

When that day was finally through, when it had finally become time for you to go to bed, you uttered, “I’m sorry that I ruined your day off.”

“Hey,” his tone almost made him sound like he was offended, “you did not ruin anything. I don’t care where we are or what we are doing, just as long as I am with you.”

“But you didn’t get to see that new exhibit you were talking about and it’s my fault because you had to take care of me,” you looked down at your feet.

“First of all, that exhibit will be there for many months, I have plenty of time to see it. And secondly, it was all you, you did all the work, I was just like a dog tugging on the leash for you to go in a certain direction, you cannot give me all the credit, I don’t deserve that. You do. You’re the one who knows your body the best and knows, and actually listens and respects its signals. That was all you. I just happen to be there.”

Sucking in a deep breath, you let his words sink in.

“You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met,” he admitted, “I often think about how much I wish I was more like you.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Reaching out to grab his hand, you then promptly yawned. Pulling you closer by the hold he now had on you, he placed a small kiss on your forehead and changed the subject, “are you ready to do to bed?”

“Yeah, I feel like a zombie,” you fought to keep your eyes open, feeling his lips press against the tip of your nose, “but also like I ran a marathon.”

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

#lea’s writing #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fic #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid angst #spencer reid hurt/comfort #autistic!reader #autistic reader #autistic spencer reid #spencer reid fluff

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

is anyone interested in some truly “from the vault” content from alexia quinn’s old blog? i don’t have much but i do have some photos from way back when she used to blog tons about her life and there were some cute little evan mentions here and there 😭 i haven’t seen them posted anywhere else and i forgot all about them. but tomorrow or friday i can go through and post what i have.

[hellfiresmaster]

I’m here to ask for Mr Grant smut. Please give me the smuttiest, filthiest, kinkiest, toe-curling smut ma’am. I’m a hole for Tom Grant.

Not as smutty as I originally wanted but I got carried away and I keep going back and forth on it ajajsfhjfhh but i have snippets I edited out that I may post as a series based on this duo so 👀

Tom Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, no mention of y/n, dry humping, groping, making out, oral sex (f receiving), a little body marking, p in v sex, bit of cum play at the end (and a hint of breeding kink if you squint)

Word Count: 3.1K

The evening cast long shadows along the ground. A warm orange light casts from the sky into your quaint trailer as you set down the last of your belongings on the counter and looked around. Recalling the fond memories that tainted each square inch of this place you once called home, now empty and cold to the touch. You never truly felt like you belonged anywhere, always an outcast searching for a home. But this place was pretty damn close. Half of your things were already settled in, and the other half scattered in boxes along the hallway; you decided enough had gotten done today, and plopping yourself down on the couch with a cup of tea was more than deserved. Just as you were about to grab a book from the shelf and let it whisk you away into a world far away from the depressing reality you now sulked in, a knock rumbled at your door. Tom. 

"Ya told me to come at 6; I can come back if ya-" You quickly cut him off, assuring him it was okay and motioning him to come inside. You nearly forgot you'd invited him over after running into him earlier that day as you arrived at the park. Tom gave you a grateful smile before entering and shutting the door. You recalled the day you met Tom all those years ago. There were no facades, no preconceptions, no expectations. It was as if you'd known each other forever; time constantly blurred when you were around him. He had a way of making you forget everything wrong in the world while consuming your every thought. " 's a bit of a mess in here, eh? Need some help?" 

"Oh, because your trailers all neat and tidy?" You teased, and he let out a small chuckle.

"I'll get round to it dreckly. 'M sure of it." You scuffed while setting down some clothes from your bag into the small dresser and walking back into the living room.

Tom took a seat on the couch, stretching one arm out on the backrest. He tried to distract himself from the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach from being around you after so long by glancing around your trailer. Your books were stacked neatly on a small shelf, tabs, and stickies poking out from all the notes you inevitably jotted down as you became encompassed in each story. He didn't even notice he was fiddling with a cream blanket beside him, the scent of you still so prevalent on it; he wanted nothing more than to wrap himself in it. Being surrounded by you was unsettling and comforting in the best possible way. His mind couldn't help but wonder what evenings with you would look like, laying with you on the couch with your favorite book in hand while he stroked your hair and soothed you after a long day at work. He yearned for it more than anything. 

"Why do you always look at me like that?" You questioned as he sat up and leaned his head back towards the couch.

"Like what?" 

"Like that." You gestured toward his face hoping he'd get the point.

"Don't think I can look at ya and not smile, birdie." His words made your heart swell. It was true. Tom couldn't remember a moment he looked at you and didn't have a smile painted on his face; he couldn't help it. He missed this; the way he felt when he was around you was like nothing else. Like the aching void inside of him, he didn't even realize was there had been finally filled after all this time.

Tom sank back into the couch, getting more comfortable and eyeing an old polaroid stashed in a small box on your coffee table with photos of an old flame he faintly recalled peeking out from the side.

"Still on about that emmet, eh?" He teased and pointed towards the box, but you physically cringed at the memories of regrets from three summers ago, trying to lodge themselves in your head again. 

"That was a long time ago, Tom. Plus, think I learned my lesson, hm?" You snapped, your back now turned to him. Tom's smile faded, and regret washed over him. The memory coming back to him now, how you looked that night you showed up at his trailer, heartbroken and tears streaming down your face over a summer fling with a slimy tourist you barely knew. He recalled the anger he felt and how he pushed it to the side in order to be there for you, to hold you through it. He vowed never to let anyone hurt you that way again; he would've stuck to his word too if you hadn't picked up and left in pursuit of that so-called better job without warning all those years ago. Who knows what he's failed to protect you from now. You cleared your throat, making Tom snap out of it, not letting himself dwell on what could've been any longer.

"'M sorry, bird." He muttered almost to himself. You turned towards him with a bewildered look. "I know I been a bit of twat. Didn't mean to upset ya an' all." 

"It's fine, Tommy." -- "Did ya have something you wanted to talk about? You asked to come over and all..." 

"Yeah, well, I-I guess I-Shit." Tom's mouth opened, but the words ceased. He was ready; he told himself he was the second he saw you waltz into that trailer park again. He couldn't let you slip through his fingers again without telling you how he felt about you; he wouldn't. "After Ruth-after I realized-I jus'" His mouth went dry, and he forgot everything he craved to tell you as soon as he felt your eyes on him. But now you were here, in front of him in all your glory, looking as pretty as you always did, and he was stuck.

You could tell he wanted to say something important by the way he fiddled and chewed on the inside of his cheek. His breathing seemed to quicken, and by his adoring gaze, a slither of hope bloomed in your chest at the possibility that maybe he felt the same way you did after so long. You moved to sit by him on the couch, waiting for him to say something, anything, but there was just silence as your eyes explored his. "Jus' wanted to tell ya about tonight; everyone's headin' to the bar from work, 's all." 

"You're full of shit, you know that, Tom?" You spit venom in your words, and your voice raised higher than you realized, which made him wince at your words.

"What's that supposed to mean? 'M full of shit?" Tom's demeanor immediately shifted as he moved a little further from you on the couch. "Maybe if ya didn't snap at me, I'd be able to finish..." He muttered under his breath, barely audible enough for you to hear.

"Well, go on then, hm? Ruth's not here clouding up that head of yours anymore, so what is it, Tommy?" You didn't mean for it to come out as enraged as it did, but you couldn't help it. It had been years of bottled-up 'what ifs' and 'what could have been,' and you were sick of it. This isn't how you pictured it. It's supposed to be easy. Comparable to lulling to sleep. This was hard. You took one last pleading look at him before speaking. "You were gonna say something else. I know you were...please." 

"Bleddy, ya not gonna make me say it, eh?" He rubbed a hand on his jaw in frustration. You noticed how his jaw clenched and his breath caught in his throat. "Birdy..." You stepped closer toward him until you could feel his breath fanning your face. Tom's deep chestnut eyes bore into yours as you took him in. Your fingers craved to trace the small lines that had appeared on his face since you last saw him, no doubt traces of how the time you had been away from each other having taken a toll on him. His curls had grown slightly longer, unruly, and practically dangling over his face; you had to physically fight the urge to run your fingers through them. You took his hand in yours, giving him space and allowing him to continue if he felt the need to do so. "Worried I’ll be shit at it 's all. 'Cause of the whole Ruth stuff, ya know." Tom mumbled. "Jus' fancied ya for ages, never thought I was good enough. Then ya left, and I dunno." He paused briefly, catching himself in his own ramblings. "I love ya, bird...think I always 'ave." You beamed, but something told him your response was half appreciation and half disbelief.

Before you knew it, your mouth was on his. Tom's lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside and deepen the kiss. Your breath quickened when you felt his hands slide across your waist and cup your face on one side as he sighed into the kiss. It didn't take long for Tom's hunger for you to become apparent, with feverish hands bringing you closer until you were straddling his lap. Your hands finally tangled in his curls, breathing in as much of him as possible before he pulled away slightly. 

But you couldn't stop. Not now. Not when you had him withering away into a blubbering mewling mess right under you. You snapped back into it when you felt the straps of your top fall below your shoulders, exposing your tits to him. Large palms began to knead them, pinching one already stiff nipple while his mouth worked on the other. His hips bucked towards yours, desperate for any friction you were willing to give him while he placed wet kisses on every piece of skin he could get to and soothed every bite with the warmth of his tongue, a promise of what was about to happen if you let him in. Your moans echoed off the far walls of the trailer, unable to regain control of yourself once he began to roll his hips in sync with yours. His bulge hitting your clit every time had the both of you desperate for release. You felt your wetness seeping past the thin seam of your panties and onto your inner thigh as his fingers dug into your hips to guide you.

Tom's head is thrown back onto the couch, giving you access to bring your lips to his neck, making him choke back a moan, squeezing his eyes shut, trying his best to gather thoughts. "Fuck bird, ya keep that up, and 'M not gon' last much longer." He practically mewled as you picked up your pace while his lips went back to tasting your skin. The sensation of his hands roaming your body and your swollen clit, getting precisely the pressure and friction it craved. Soft heat flushed through your veins as you pressed yourself closer to him. Tom's lips never left yours, taking every whimper and guiding your hips to grind on him steadily.

Tom cradled your face in his hands, his lingering stare and blissed-out look making you shiver against his touch. His eyes were still burning with lust as he pulled himself from the kiss and glanced up at you. His face flushed and lips swollen pink. Your eyes diverted to where you had been grinding on his lap, the obvious tent in his work pants making you bite down on your lower lip with a smirk. Tom took your chin between his thumb and forefinger to bring your gaze back to him before moving you to sit on the couch as he sank between your knees, throwing your legs over his shoulder, nibbling on the insides of your thighs. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest as you felt Tom's hand push your skirt up to bunch around your hips; he held your gaze and placed a delicate kiss on your already-soaked center before hooking his fingers on the sides and sliding them right off. 

Tom's tongue ran sloppily along your slit, gathering your wetness only to tease but never quite get to your needy clit. Your head soon lulls back when you feel his tongue firmly press into you. One of his hands leaves your thigh to bring a thumb to your newly abandoned clit, giving skilled circles to the slick flesh.

You moaned borderline pornographically at the sensation and squirmed, but he didn’t relent. Tom just concentrated on making you fall apart under him, reveling in the soft cage of your thighs. Your chest heaved as he inserted a finger inside you, pumping and pressing against that tender spot. Tom can’t stop himself from groaning into you, drunk on the feeling of making you feel this good. Voice muffled as his cock strained in his work pants, desperate to ease the pressure; he could cum from just devouring you, and he was sure of it. If he knew you’d make these pretty sounds for him, he’d have done this much sooner. 

"Right there. Don't stop." His lips circle and suck at your clit, making you moan and mewl in an entirely different way. An arch of your back is the signal he earns to keep doing what he’s doing. Tom doesn't relent as he inserts another finger when he suddenly feels you clench down on him and practically sob as your orgasm rips through you. He drinks you in and continues his ministrations. Once he knew you were sated, Tom pulled away, his chin and mouth coated in your juices as he licked his fingers clean before pulling you to stand with him.

Tom carried you from the couch and laid you on the bed before removing his shirt, pants, and boxers as he climbed over you. His cock bounced against the tuff of hair covering the lower half of his tummy, the length was definitely more than you were used to, but it had your mouth watering at the sight. Aching and red, leaking droplets of precum from the slit. Tom had you splayed out under him, hooded eyes, and already fucked out from just his mouth. 

"Your fuckin' beautiful bird. 'M never gonna get 'nough of you." His fingertips traced the clasp of your bra, and you nodded, signaling him to get rid of it. He wasted no time mouthing on the soft tissue of your breast, his other hand kneading the neglected one, wet lips enveloping your nipple and swirling until your hands tugged on his soft curls. His lips moved along your neck and the skin on your collarbone, sucking and etching a trail before pulling away. Tom admired his work; he lightly kissed the purple marks adorned your body to soothe the skin.

Tom was absent-mindedly sliding his length along your slick, the tip of his swollen cock catching on your clit with every swipe that had you whining under him. He lined himself up with your entrance, eyes flickering to yours to make sure this was okay, make sure you still wanted this, still wanted him. You could sense the doubt inching into his mind, so you pulled him down into a bruising kiss, pushing your hips up to assure him, making the head of his cock slip inside. A hum of appreciation rumbled deep inside your throat. 

"Fuckin’ hell." A hot jolt of energy spread inside your tummy as Tom continued to push inside you. Your heart fluttered, air leaving your lungs as you exhaled in contentment, watching Tom's eyes squeeze shut and mouth fall into a perfect 'o' at the feeling of finally bottoming out inside you. His grunts rumbled through you, growls that sent a wave of desire spiraling through your body until you were burning up with need. 

"You feel 's good." Your warm, soaked walls are like velvet around Tom's cock as his hips thrust in and out of you. Groaning softly in your ear while you clawed your nails into his back from the pressure. He can feel your cunt begin to throb, wishing he could just take a second to sit back and watch you take him so well. A golden curl dangled from his head, the chill from his chain pressing on your forehead with every thrust as he picked up his pace making the coil in your center tighten further. 

"Tommy.." You could feel every ridge of his cock and the heaviness of his balls slapping against your ass every time he slammed into you. An endless string fills the room as you buck your hips to meet his. Your walls clench, then flutter. "Hmph-please." Tom sees how you're struggling to string together words as your mind goes numb, slowly losing yourself to the bliss as he slithers a hand between where your bodies meet to swipe methodically at your clit, making your thighs quiver around him.

"Go ahead and cum for me, yeah? Need to feel ya, bird. Please." 

That was all you needed. White hot pleasure built in your core and snapped as you writhed under him. Completely lost in the euphoria, the intensity of the sensations coursing through you, increasing pleasure with every touch, every caress, every whisper of encouragement. Tom continued to fuck you through your orgasm as he chased his own. "Fuck. 'M gonna cum. W-where?" 

"Inside, Tommy. Please. I want to feel you." Something inside Tom splintered at your words, and he cascaded into his own ecstasy, spilling himself into you. He made sure to lean on one side, wary not to put his entire body weight on you before carefully pulling himself out and sitting back between your legs.

Closing your eyes, you relished the feeling of Tom's cum slipping out of you, already knowing that you were making a mess on your clean sheets. You barely noticed how he was almost admiring his work, gently taking two fingers and pushing whatever dripped out of your overstimulated cunt back inside, making you squirm away from him. Tom couldn't help it; he was proud of himself. Proud that he'd been the one to make you come apart like this. He wanted nothing more than to make you lose control again and again, to know that he was the cause of it. 

"Come here." You pull Tom to lay next to you and nestle close to his chest as he puts an arm over you. "So what now?"

"Oh, 'M never letting ya leave this bed." You erupted in a giggle as Tom brought you closer to him and placed a kiss on the crown of your head. And at that moment, you knew exactly where you belonged.

#tom grant #tom grant make up #tom grant x reader #tom grant fics #tom grant smut #tom grant fluff #tom grant x you #joseph quinn

[jennyfromthebes]

hey! I uploaded my first tMG live tape to the archive this weekend! as it says, this is the 01/21 concert in Little Rock AR, which was a duo show.

I'm gonna ramble about it a little more on here than I did anywhere else, because this is the site that I'm actually comfortable on. if you want technical details of this tape most of that is in the description and anything I forgot is going to be in the replies of the reddit post as soon as someone asks about it. this was my fifth goats show and my first duo one, and it was such a fantastic time that it made driving home in an ice storm (and subsequently accidentally pulling an all-nighter for the first time in my life) (but don't worry I got home totally safe) completely worth it. the setlist was absolutely killer, but what really made the experience was how the audience let the silences sit. I'm always a fan of when you get a beat of quiet at a concert, but every time we hit the end of a song it felt like everyone was holding their breath, and it was truly so incredible to be there in a room packed full of so many people but you could have heard a pin drop. (we got that a little bit at the OKC show too, but not quite the same way, and I gotta say little rock takes the crown there.) before this show I didn't really know going to kansas but it's quickly rocketed up to a favorite of mine, and the duo rendition of heretic pride is something that's genuinely breathtaking imo. everyone that I talked to in the audience was super nice, and I got the absolute delight of getting to spend the show hanging out with two people whose first tMG concert it was!! it was such a great experience and I'm so glad I made the decision to go out of my way for this show <3

#txt #the mountain goats #tmg #orig #transmissions from lyric #concerts #i think thats all the tags i use?? shrugs. here yall go please enjoy <3 #tapes

[anonzentimes]

Except it's not actually a hierarchy he's created in his head. The thing that so many fans fail to get is that what is truly terrifying about Nagito Komaeda is the fact that there are lots of Nagito Komaedas out there in the world of Danganronpa. People who's sense of self-worth has been royally fucked by the culture that Hope's Peak (and later the Future Foundation) helped foster. Nagito is simply the one who says the quiet stuff out loud. Like something that's really telling in hindsight is before Episode 4, Hajime never actually calls Nagito out on his talk of talentless people being worthless. Because as the climax of the game makes clear, Hajime is one of those many other Nagito Komaedas out there.

Honestly, great point anon thank you! While he undoubtedly does have a hierarchy in his head I actually did forget to mention in my ramble that this specific trait is mostly a learned thing from the world that they live in (never let me cook at 3am again smh). It's commonly accepted and believed in, Hajime is the biggest example that we see. The "objective" fact everyone accepts that the talented are better than the talentless. Hajime only cares when he learns he's "worthless," and it takes a toll on his personal self esteem.

Nagito believes his talent is worthless because it harms everyone around him and only benefits himself, and when there's no one to harm it goes after him, so he considers himself on the same level as someone who isn't an ultimate. Just combining this with his unhealthy coping mechanism and obsession with Hope and we get some of the most important traits of his character. His self esteem may come from growing up with terrible experiences and blaming himself, or that he's on the same level as someone who isn't an ultimate.

I do think that it's upsetting they play into how he thinks he's worthless by never caring to give him reciprocation or just not at all being bothered by his absence when he's suspended it just really sucks.

The closet thing he gets to reciprocation is Chisa which her caring about him shocks him, and Chiaki a little bit because she's trying to help the whole class and he's included. In Dr2 he is drawn to Hajime and he attempts to get his attention and approval pretty often, they enjoy each other's company at least before things get crazy and Hajime shows reciprocation. Nagito's more of an actual threat in Dr2 and I can understand more their fear and negligence, I still think tying him up and not letting him go anywhere is a horrible thing to do to anyone. I understand it more but It still feels upsetting.

I'm happy for Nagito that Hajime is in his life though, he seems to genuinely love him/care for him quite a lot. Hajime seems to care for him too, even when he's afraid and upset. It's not to the same degree as Nagito, mostly because of Nagito's threatening presence once he loses his filter, but Hajime does care for him and has enjoyed time with him. Their relationship can and has been healed after the killing game and he can actually have one of the healthier, if not healthiest, relationships in his life with Hajime.

(Also I say love because saying like doesn't feel right it doesn't express enough emotion and relationship as general relationship I don't care what you ship lmao)

I really do enjoy seeing fan works and such where his classmates, even if not the to the extent of Hajime's reciprocation, they genuinely care for him and treat him a lot better.

Anyways!! Just wanted to say with this reply some extra stuff I didn't before, some restatements, and the fact yup you're completely right!! Sorry I forgot to mention it in my original ramble post thanks so much anon! :)

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[eternalbuckley]

Insecurities. — evan buckley

SUMMARY: Reader gets insecure about their body after meeting Taylor Kelly. Buck is their to comfort them and tell them how beautiful they are.

word count: 1,166

genre: fluff, comfort | gn!reader, queer!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly

warnings: a tiny bit of angst, heavy fluff, reader being insecure about their body, mention about weight lose, mention of comments from bullies, established relationship, use of pet names (babe, darling, my love), english is not my first language — if i forgot something, please let me know!

a/n: Thank you for this request anon, I'M SO SORRY tumblr deleted your request (i didn't know it would happen if you put in in your drafts.. guess i learned something new) but I still hope you'll find this story. I hope you had an amazing day as well! This topic is a very important one for me and I'm super sorry that it's so short but I still like the end result and I truly hope you'll like it. Might write more stories that are about comfort in the future soon! Enjoy reading 🫶

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Why was she so beautiful? Or is? Why would he be with you? He could go back to her immediately. Or even back to anyone else he dated so far or could date.

'She is prettier than you anyway,' you kept asking yourself these questions while you were standing in front of your mirror and looking at your body.

She’s skinnier than you, why would he be with someone like you? Taylor Kelly seemed to be perfect and you thought you were not.

“She’s so gorgeous…” you mumbled to yourself with tears in your eyes.

You slowly started sobbing more and tried to ignore your insecure thoughts but they were too much. You didn’t like your body, being plus size was always something you knew most of society wouldn’t accept. ‘You have to be skinny to get men’s attention’, ‘Be pretty’, ‘Don’t be fat’, ‘If you’re plus size you’re ugly’ and so much more. It was exhausting, especially hearing comments like these in your teenage years. They always made you insecure and you ended up crying in your room many many times. You didn’t know what to do and nothing ever helped. You tried a lot of ways to lose weight and get skinnier but nothing worked. People made fun of you for that and since then you never really got over your insecurities.

How can be the world such a cruel place for something you can’t control?

You didn’t want to let stupid comments from those people ruin your life. But your insecurities came back after you recently met Taylor Kelly, one of your boyfriends, ex-girlfriends.

You knew what she looked like from seeing her on your TV but in reality, she was much more beautiful and skinnier than you. And that made you insecure. You didn’t exactly know what happened between her and Buck and why they broke up. But if you would only go after looks, she would win against you. At least that’s what you kept thinking about yourself.

Buck on the other hand was the happiest person on earth knowing he had you on his side. It has been almost two years since you officially got into a relationship and he has been the happiest since then. He always made sure to compliment you every single day. Whether it was in person or over texts but he never forgot. Not one day. He loved seeing you blushing over his compliments and genuinely being happy about his words. They let you feel better. He just didn’t know how insecure it made you meeting Taylor, not yet.

Buck came up behind you and kissed your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you and eventually noticed the tears in your eyes and your sobs.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” He turned you around and hugged you.

You snuggled up into him and hid your face in his chest without answering his question. You finally let go of your tears and cried in his arms. He whispered sweet nothings to you and rubbed your back to comfort you. He sat down with you on your shared bed and let you cry it all out. Buck always wanted to make sure that you feel loved and comfortable in his presence. But one thing that was really important to him, was to give you always the time you need. It didn’t matter for what reason. If it was just for you to get ready for a date or even giving you all the time to feel comfortable around him. He would always wait for you. Which wasn’t the easiest part for you as well but you trusted Buck with your life. You loved him and how happy he made you. How he made sure that you feel completely safe with him. You admired this side of him the most.

You eventually stopped sobbing after some time and slowly got calm. You still didn’t let go of him but he tried to ask you again about the reason for your current emotional state.

You sighed, your voice was still trembling. “Taylor Kelly…”

He furrowed his eyebrows and tried to look at you but you still hid your face in his chest. “What about her? Did she say something to you? Do I need to talk with her to leave you alone? Did she-“

“No, no,” you slightly chuckled about his protective side and turned your head to look at him. “I just- Have you seen her? She’s gorgeous, Buck. Look at how skinny she is compared to me. I’m just me and she? She’s Taylor Kelly. A beautiful and no plus-sized girl. Like… Why are you with me? You could have her or any other person that is skinnier than I am, Buck.”

Your insecurities were growing again while you were looking at your boyfriend. You saw his admiring eyes but speaking your insecurity out loud was hard. That’s probably a reason you spoke faster than usual. His eyes showed a hint of sadness, about your words. Hearing you talking about yourself in that way hurt him because he didn't want that you are hurting. Buck knew about your past and what your former classmates did and said to you, he thinks it's horrible and you would never deserve that. No one would. Bullying is one of the worst things someone can experience and seeing what this can do to people hurts him the most. Especially seeing his most important person (you) like that. Buck wished he could take away all your pain and turn it into something beautiful.

Buck kissed your forehead, “And I absolutely don’t care about this at all. I have the most beautiful person sitting in my arms right now. And let me tell you, every time I look at this person my heart swells so badly because of all the love my heart holds for that one special person. That is sitting in my arms by the way, in case I didn’t mention that already.” He took a breath. “And I love them with my entire life, no one can compare to them at all. They’re the definition of beauty.”

Tears build up in your eyes again and you kissed his jaw. Buck chuckled and nudged your nose.

“I would never want to be with Taylor or any other person just because they look different than you. I really don’t care about this, my love. I only care about you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re the most beautiful and kind person I’ve ever seen and no one can ever compare to you. I love you and nothing can and will ever change that.”

He eventually softly kissed you on the lips which caused a smile on yours.

“I love you too, Buck. And I never want to lose you," your voice was still a bit weak.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. You won’t get rid of me that easily, darling.” He grinned at you and kissed your nose afterwards.

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[tame-a-messenger]

guessitrunsinthegenes just posted a snippet of A Perfect Person podcast featuring Angela where she mentions a sweet story about telling Damien about how much she appreciated him that she completely forgot about because she was drunk

Full video below

https://youtu.be/YVqs4DOfd10?si=O_PQOhaQGS0sW5Lv

Timestamp

48:22-50:38

She also imitates his “oh” perfectly!

What the fucks in the air since April Fools? I feel like things have been happening like crazy!

^ clipped by @guessitrunsinthegenes

I think Angela might be the sweetest thing. She totally thought she said something provocative(?) (you can't tell me she didn't think she said she liked him or something, that's the first thing I'D think)

And the truth being that she was just so incredibly sweet, kind and full of holiday spirit (I'm willing to bet she was just gushing to him about how grateful she was for him and working at Smosh and that's why it "meant so much" to him !)

Ang really might be that girl.

This story is so funny trying to think of it from Damien's perspective though.

His silly little drunk coworker comes up to him to gush about how much she loves him and the company - then when he sees her next he tells her how much it meant to him - just for her to tell him she doesn't remember it (I'm guessing she was white as a sheet) and watch her freak out, what did she say? (I'm reading her impression of him going "oh?" as him finding it amusing that she really doesn't remember- and seeing on her face that she thinks she said something odd~~~?) - truly too silly <3

Also! I was wondering how to fit this in anywhere, so I'll just go ahead! Towards the beginning of the episode Angela describes herself as "Child-like" not 'Child-ish' and maybe this wasn't the first time she's said that, but she talked about "Child-like vs Child-ish" in her and Damien's Reddit Stories! (link for Podcast 4:35) (link for Reddit Stories 44:25)

(extra link for video of Damien at said Christmas party punching the shit out of an arcade machine)

#Damien Haas #Angela Giarratana #Smosh #Damngela Dynamic Enjoyer #Smosh Games #Smosh Pit #Damangela #Damien and Angela #Damien x Angela #Damngela #Damien/Angela #smoshblr #not to mention he was trying to get a highscore on a punching arcade machine? before/after said silly coworker came up to him? #simply my cuties your Honor #what should we call this? I'm thinking the Christmas Event™ #what do you think?

[giggly-squiggily]

Play Dead! (Bungo Stray Dogs)

The way I legit forgot I wrote this akjerkjarjkaekjrkjaerkjaer

Hello everyone! I'm spoiling y'all this week- two fics in one day! :D And Lee!Dazai no less- who am I? (Forgetful. :D) Anywho- I wrote this with a friend awhile back and legit forgot about it cause life happened, but now it's been brought back to my attention and I realized I never did post it l;earkjeakjrkj I hope y'all like it! :D

CW: Mentions of Suicide

Cloud 9 (Taglist peeps)

@thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish

Summary: Dazai plays dead, much to Kunikida and Atsushi's frustration. After he unintentionally scares the hell out of Atsushi, Kunikida decides to teach the weretiger the best way to handle such a fussy man.

“DAZAI YOU MORON-” Atsushi sighed as he heard a loud thump, Dazai’s soft groans following shortly after. Since joining the agency, he’d grown used to the daily chaos his mentor seemed to get himself into. It wouldn’t be a normal day if Kunikida didn’t try to strangle or thump Dazai with his notebook.

“What did he do this time?” Atsushi asked as he watched the blonde poet return to his desk, brushing off invisible dust on his most current notebook.

“Take a wild guess.” Kunikida growled, sharp eyes turning to the weretiger. “He claimed he had a “new method of relaxation” I’d enjoy- then he tried to tickle me!” Kunikida growled, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t know what goes on through that thick skull of his, but one day he’s gonna get himself killed! And not through whatever attempt of suicide he has planned.”

Atsushi hummed, nodding along softly. He was all too familiar with Dazai’s “relaxation techniques”. Then he blinked. “Wait- Mr. Kunikida. Are you ticklish?”

The glare the Doppo poet sent him cut deeply, chilling his veins and leaving him frozen in his seat. “I’d advise you to forget that idea, Weretiger. You won’t like what comes of it.”

“U-Understood!” Atsushi looked anywhere else- desperate to escape that harsh stare. His gaze fell to Dazai, still on the floor. Had he even moved? “Is Dazai okay?”

“In the head? Not at all.” Kunikida followed his stare, narrowing his eyes. “Ey, Dazai. Get up.”

Nothing. Not a twitch.

“Dazai, get up.” Kunikida called out again. Atsushi felt his stomach drop.

“How hard did you hit him?” He asked as he ran over to the prone detective.

“Barely! Not more than I usually do.” Kunikida was there faster, shaking Dazai’s body. Still no response.

“Is he breathing?” Atsushi asked, feeling himself start to panic.

Kunikida leaned closer, a hand coming up to feel a pulse along Dazai’s neck. One press-

“Ah! Ahehehehehe!” Dazai yelped with a giggle, shooting upward as he scrunched his shoulders. Kunikida and Atsushi breathe out a sigh of relief, the former’s expression growing into one of rage seconds later.

“Dazai! What the hell is wrong with you?” He snapped, livid once more.

“Oh, Kunikida! Good morning!” Dazai grinned over his shoulder at him, eyes dancing with mischief. “See, I had this thought not too long after you smacked me with your notebook. What if I passed out on my airway? I’d pass away through asphyxiation!” Then he made a face of dread. “And then I remembered how long and terrible of a death that would be- so I changed my mind.”

“That doesn’t explain why you laid here not breathing!” Atsushi cut in, glaring even more fiercely than Kunikida. Turns out some things were possible in the right circumstances.

“Oh that! Just an old trick I picked up at my old job.” Dazai spoke so casually, as if learning to lower your breathing to undetectable levels was a normal thing to have on your resume. His smile faded, some seeing the hurt on his young apprentice’s expression. “Did I scare you? I’m sorry, truly.”

“You-” Atsushi looked close to tears. He was about- what? Cry, scream, pull a Kuni and smack Dazai with a chair- when said Poet spoke up.

“Atsushi. Dazai’s a complete idiot. Seems his stupidity isn’t limited to me.” The blonde cracked his knuckles, something unreadable in his voice. “I believe it’s about time I teach you how to deal with such morons.”

“Mr. Kunikida?” The pale man blinked, unsure of what was about to happen. Dazai on the other hand and rather flush faced- seemed to know exactly where this was going.

“W-Wait! Kuni, I’m sorry!” Dazai yelped, squirming beneath the other in an attempt to escape. “D-Don’t! Not in front of Atsushi!”

“Not in front of…?” Should he be here for this?

“Why not? You made him cry, you jerk. I think he should see you in such a state.” Kunikida reminded, getting comfortable on Dazai’s back, effectively pinning him down. “Don’t act like you don’t want this- you could easily get away from me if you try.” He leaned down some, making his voice low and dangerous. “Let’s be honest with one another- you want me to tickle you, don’t you?”

Dazai choked on a squeak, flushing even more. Any resistance he showed suddenly seemed to melt away as he averted his eyes, focusing on invisible dust within the carpet. If Atsushi were to lay his head on the ground ear down, he was sure he’d hear Dazai’s heartbeat pounding against it. “M-Maybe…?”

“Thought so.” Was Kunikida’s only response. Seconds later his fingers were drilling into Dazai’s ribs, gently pressing into the spaces between each bone. The brunette barely had any time to react, arching up with a cackle.

“Ah! Ahehahhahahhahaha! Kuhuhuhuhunikiihihihihda! Whahahahhaiit!” He squawked, squirming to and from as loud, handsome laughter pushed out his lips. “Pleheahhahahahse I’m sohohohohohohorry!” 

“Are you? I’m not convinced.” The poet responded, dropping his hands lower towards his waist, worming his fingers between his belly and the floor. This made the suicidal detective flop like a fish, nearly smashing his nose into the floor with how fast he dropped down. “You really made us worry, you idiot. Like we’d accept those petty apologies!”

“Ahehahhahahahhaa! Pffft gehahahhahahaha! Aahahhaatsuuhuuhshi, hahahhahahalp!” Dazai wheezed, one arm trying in vain to grab Kunikida’s hands while the other reached out helplessly towards the weretiger. “Sahhahahhahahhve mehehhehehhehe!”

“No, help me Weretiger. Get his legs!” Kunikida offered instead- though it came out more a command really.

Atsushi shook himself free from his stunned silence, weighing his options. He highly doubted he’d win a fight with Kunikida, tickles or not. And Dazai was his mentor.

Still, Dazai did scare them pretty bad just now…

“Okay. I’ll help.” Decision made, Atsushi shuffled over.

“Nohohoho, wahhahait AtsuhuhuhuuhshIHIIHIHIHIHIHI!” Dazai all but shrieked when his thighs were grabbed, Atsushi’s fluffy claws coming out to gently drag up the offending limb. Meanwhile, Kunikida brought a hand back up to Dazai’s neck, worming beneath his ears and the back of his neck with fresh vigor. “GUUHUHUUHUHUHUYS PLEHHAHAHHAHAHAHSE STAHHAHAHAHAP!”

“Are you really sorry?” Atsushi asked, giving his thigh a squeeze- earning a squeal.

“YEHAHHAHAHAHHS!”

“Truly? Genuinely?” Kunikida asked, going for the spot on Dazai’s lower back that made his laugh silent. The other could only whimper out a yes as he nodded profusely. “Well, alright.” Together, he and Atsushi pulled their hands away, leaving the brunette to gasp for air. “What do you think, Atsushi? Is he forgiven?”

“Yeah…Yeah I think so.” He smiled, giggling softly as Dazai gave a weak thumbs up. “Now he knows not to do that.”

At least…for the rest of the day.

They’ll cross that bridge when they get there. At least Atsushi knew what to do when it came up.

Thanks for reading!

#bsd #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #atsushi nakajima #dazai's being stupid again #we love him though :3 #tw: suicide mention

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Don’t Forget to Write (6)

.... I apparently forgot to post the last chapter when I released it months ago. Oops.

AO3 -> first, previous

Fandoms: DC (Batman comics)

Summary: From Dick’s POV.  Damian happened to win a contest to illustrate a new book by an up and coming author. Being the good brother he is, Dick decided to check the book.He quickly realized he was reading a  very first hand account of one of Jason’s old cases, and deciding to act like a normal person would, he decided to read some of the author’s other works. What he found shook the very foundation of what he thought  was true?  

Warnings: rated T - mostly for swearing and questionable mental health. Amnesia

Parings: none

Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr

“Stop grumbling for a moment. It’s about to start,” Dick teased as Jason continued to pace. After almost two months of preparations and another three weeks to convince Jason, they were finally having the press conference to announce he was alive.

His brother shot him a look as he messed with his tie yet again. While it was clear he was nervous, most of his discomfort came from the prosthetics he had to wear to make it look like nothing suspicious happened, and he was doing his best not to touch them. Over time, they would be changed to make it appear as if he’d healed either on his own or through some treatment. They were currently leaning towards the latter as an explanation, especially with how severe the damage to his hands used to be.

Deciding messing with his clothes wasn’t getting him anywhere, he reached into his suit jacket, pulled out a cigarette, and placed it to his lips. They were working on breaking him of that habit again, but at least he had no desire to light it. With the return of his memories, there was now an understanding why he couldn’t tolerate the smell of the smoke. It subconsciously reminded him too much of what happened.

“I thought Pennyworth searched your person for those.” Damian seemed moderately impressed.

Jason gave a mischievous grin. “He did.”

“You’re going to have to teach me how you did that. Nothing gets passed Alfred,” Tim stated as he double checked the prosthetics on Jason’s hands. Those were the ones most likely to come loose.

“I’ll think about it.”

It warmed Dick’s heart to see how his younger siblings interacted. While they were still getting used to each other, things were going relatively well.

One of the first things Dick did was make sure he gave Jason a summary of the others’ histories. It ended up being the right move as Jason admitted he had very conflicted emotions over the fact there had been other Robins after him. The one thing he couldn’t seem to reconcile with was Bruce allowing any child back in those colors. He didn’t think that kids truly understood the risks of playing hero, and that was something he was still coming to terms with himself. Dick made sure to tell his brother that it was his death that brought that to light for him too.

But as a result of that conversation, Dick noticed Jason’s protective streak towards his younger siblings. At one point, he had a nasty argument with Bruce after Damian came to his apartment to get away from the Manor for a night. Since it was a fight with Bruce that triggered his flight and eventual death, Jason was not going to tolerate Bruce’s inability to articulate his emotions and cause another catastrophe. It was amazing to watch, and in its own way, started changing how they conversed with each other for the better.

It also opened the door for everyone to start randomly crashing at Jason’s apartment. However, his apartment wasn’t really large enough for the constant influx of siblings and pseudo-siblings. So, they were working on getting Jason a much better apartment that was up to Bat standards near Crime Alley. It was supposed to be a surprise. But seeing as he stated that if anyone spent an exorbitant amount of money on him needed to make a donation of an equal amount to the charity organization who helped take care of him while he had no memories, he clearly already knew. In Dick’s opinion, that was a fair request.

For the most part, they were going to leave the decorating up to Jason. But they were all working on finding more bat and bird plushes to match his other ones. Damian had been the one to announce it wasn’t appropriate he only had ones that represented Dick, himself, and Bruce. They were still trying to figure out if Steph’s and Alfred’s should also follow that pattern or be different animals.

They were also working on sprucing up Jason’s old room. While he didn’t want to give up his independence, Jason had begun staying over the Manor some nights. It thrilled Alfred to have him back home, and soon the two started baking together again. And if he wasn’t doing that, Tim, Cass, Steph, or even Damian had begun commandeering him for various activities. Usually it was related to movies, but Dick did once catch Jason assisting Damian with some of his English homework. Even Babs, once she’d gotten the okay to come visit, had started stealing Jason away on some days.

Alfred even reported he found Bruce and Jason playing chess together. Dick could remember his brother venting about how Bruce always beat him at the game when he was still in the Manor. While it didn’t mean that everything was good between them, it showed they were working on it.

In Dick’s case, he decided to wait for Jason to reach out to him regarding bonding activities. Sure, he made suggestions of various activities he’d like to do with him, but they were just that, suggestions. Not only was Jason overwhelmed with everything, but there was also the distance there had been between them before his death. That was something he couldn’t just erase. While Jason hadn’t yet taken him up on any of his offers, he had rather shyly asked if Dick could help him get back in shape. And to him, that was a huge victory.

Even though Mask was finally back in jail, the likelihood he’d be back out on the streets sooner than later was high. So, retraining himself made a lot of sense even if he had a wicked swing with his tire iron.

They still weren’t entirely sure if Jason was going to rejoin the vigilante life. While it had come up in a couple conversations, Jason’s answer was always vague. However, he was willing to start being their ears on the streets. He already had a good rapport with the regulars of Crime Alley so sending them information he happened to learn wasn’t too much extra work. Babs had also started training him on her system, just in case.

The other aspect that was up in the air in Jason’s life was his writing career. His stories were an unconscious attempt to put back together the pieces of his former life, and he’d accidentally given away a lot of hints towards their lives and secrets. With his memories back, it was unlikely he’d be able to write in the exact same way which could raise some alarms. For now, he was reviewing what he had almost finished to see how much he needed to change and whether or not it was salvageable. He also wanted to write some short pieces in different genres to see how they’d be received.

There was also upheaval happening at the publishing company. After it was revealed Amy was Black Mask’s assistant once he was finally caught, the GCPD finally got involved. While most of the recent disappearances of writers were directly related to Mask and his paranoia, there was evidence it had occurred in the past if one of the Families were involved with the company. Trying to save face, the company gutted itself out and was in the process of rehiring, which put most of their projects on hold. At least Jason currently didn’t have to worry about any of his projects getting him into any more trouble for the time being.

The only thing he seemed certain of was that he was going to continue working with the organization that helped him out so much over the years. Now that he would have a proper identity again, he would be able to support them in ways he couldn’t do before. Well, that would be after he dealt with any outstanding bills or taxes he owed over the years. He was also going to go for his GED. Once that was squared away, he was going to consider college since it had been something he always dreamed of, even when he was on the streets trying to care for himself.

“Cass, seriously! Stop stealing them!” Jason snapped. Coming out of his thoughts, Dick watched as their sister gracefully kept just out of reach while laughing. It had become something like a game between them.

“Since we’re getting close to show time,” Dick stated after glancing at the clock. The press conference was to begin in just five minutes, “Let’s go back over the basics.”

“I didn’t start getting my memory back until I met you guys after the interview with Vicki Vale, which is mostly true,” Jason stated, almost bored, as he gave up on getting his cigarette back. They had reviewed this several times by that point. “But it wasn’t until Black Mask got interested in me which got Batman’s attention that revelations were made.”

“If asked, we are to state that Batman recognized him due to previous interactions with us and started the process of verifying his identity,” Damian continued. “We are to let Father answer any questions regarding the non-existent body in his grave.”

“Bruce stated he’s going to phrase it as a misidentification that had only recently come to light,” Tim continued. “He’s going to do what he can to help the GCPD to identify whoever is in that grave. I’m still not entirely sure exactly how he’s planning on that one. I thought he was going to ask J’onn to play the role, but it seems like he has something else in mind. He also has some story regarding how the switch happened and how you returned to Gotham.”

“I thought he was going to play the ‘we have no idea, but we’re going to find out’ card. At least that’s what he told me,” Jason huffed. “Thankfully, I can’t really contradict whatever bullshit he comes up with. The time between coming back and waking up in the hospital is thankfully fuzzy. Are we certain someone got hold of my medical records?”

Dick nodded. “I think Bruce did that on purpose to help prove how bad of a condition you were in. It’ll at least take some of the pressure off of you, but I don’t doubt some idiot is going to try to push some buttons.”

“If they want to go after me, that’s fine. I’m not going to be happy if they decide to take digs at anyone other than me or Bruce.”

“Wouldn’t that be a headline? ‘Lost Wayne son fist fights reporter’,” Tim teased, though there was no doubt in Dick’s mind that it could happen.

“Let’s try not to do that. But I think both Lois and Clark are in the audience. They’ll hopefully be able to keep things under control.”

Outside their family, the first two people Bruce let know that Jason was alive ended up being Clark and Diana. They had asked to see him as soon as he was willing. After that, it was only a matter of time before the rest of the hero community found out. Dick was partially responsible for the leak after he let it slip to Donna, who told Wally, and it just snowballed from there. Soon other heroes were visiting just to see Jason. It had the unintended effect of allowing him to start making friendships he never had a chance to while being Robin. It was easing the loneliness he’d been harboring for years.

Someone knocked on the door of the room they were currently borrowing. “Guess that’s our cue,” Dick stated as he gently pushed Jason towards the door.

…

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Dick questioned as he watched Jason do his double checks on his gear.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he answered as he pulled up his hood.

It had been almost eight months since he’d recovered his memories, and he was finally going out on the streets under a new persona. While he hadn’t directly agreed to it before the previous months, he had started back into his training with gusto almost immediately after he got the okay. Unlike the rest of them, he was going to predominately stick to one area as he eased back into it.

He hadn’t picked out a name just yet, but that was fine. He was half willing to let the people of Crime Alley come up with a name for him, but for now, he was going to act as more of a shadow than a directly seen force. To start, he was going to target the pimps and the drug dealers in the area. Once that was better under control, he would branch out to targeting the gangs. They were hoping he’d be able to keep out of the sight of the major rogues until he was in a situation where he was better established.

While he didn’t want to say it, Bruce was uneasy about letting Jason back in the field. His protectiveness had come out in full force as he helped Jason construct his outfit. And interestingly, unlike the rest of them, Jason wanted to make his outfit look less traditional hero and more akin to a civilian. Dick once asked if he wanted to appear as something like a ghost, especially with how Jason wasn’t going to show most of his face. While Jason didn’t directly answer, he just smiled.

In a morbid sort of way, it made sense for him. He’d already died and crawled his way back from the dead. If anyone had the right to act like a ghost, it was Jason. And knowing his brother, he was going to milk it for all it was worth on the streets. Jay always did have a flair for the dramatic after all.

“You better come home in one piece,” Dick warned him. “Seriously, don’t be afraid to call for help.”

Jason stared at him for a moment. While Dick couldn’t see his face well, with the hood up all he could see in the shadows were the red tints from his domino mask, he could tell his brother was smiling. “I lost everything once because I thought I wasn’t wanted. You proved me wrong and helped me find a different ending. I’m not going to risk giving that up again.” He patted his shoulder. “Besides, I still have to get you back for that prank you pulled last week. Can’t do that if I’m dead.”

Dick couldn’t help how he momentarily froze. Jason had begun making jokes about his death. They seemed to be a coping mechanism for him which meant the rest of them had to get used to it. As distressing as addressing it could be, it was something that happened, and they couldn’t get around it. Some days, he wondered if that was why he made those jokes.

“That’s true, but you still need to be in one piece to enact your revenge.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I bet I could get Tim to help me.”

“Pranks can wait until after Patrol.” Bruce gently touched Jason’s shoulder. Concern was barely visible on his face. “It’s time.”

As they took to their respective vehicles, Dick couldn’t help the excitement that raced through him. His brother, the first one he taught how to properly be Robin, was finally going to fly with him again. It had been a long time coming, but they were finally all together again.

Who knew that a simple book, written by a young man without a memory, would have been the key to it?

#don't forget to write #writer AU #dc comics #fanfiction #fanfic #Jason Todd #Red Hood #Batman #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Nightwing

[green-socks]

TOTD diary 4

Jake, Bradley, and Beyoncé (and Javy)

I know a lot of people like to HC Jake as a Taylor Swift enthusiast, but personally I'm more of a believer in Beyoncé stan Jake. As @enthyrea puts it, he's "country and cunty" and yeah. What more do you need.

(i have more)

Obviously, he was listening to Beyoncé way before he ever met BradBrad, but oh he liked to associate some love songs with him (we got the classics. Crazy in Love. Baby Boy. Check On It. Drunk in Love). I also like to think their Big Breakup coincided with Lemonade. That album saw him through it. The Hold Up music video?? Rooster was gonna regret leaving that baseball bat at Jake's place. Don't Hurt Yourself?? He does so many angry workouts to that. Sorry?? It's everything to him. Javy walks in on Jake screaming "suck on my balls pause" and quietly backs out the door.

(Daddy Lessons is just one of his favorite songs in general.)

Jake wasn't gonna wallow. He was gonna get angry, get empowered, and get over it. (Not sure if he really got over it tho) Poor Javy though, he went THROUGH IT. He saw all the angry and the heartbreak and the truly excessive blasting of Sorry. He got Jake tickets to Beyoncé as a cheer-up and obviously they were at Beychella too. He was there for Jake every step of the way but he never forgot how in pieces his best friend was, no matter all the empowering songs.

Jake may not be a big Renaissance girly because house wasn't fully his vibe, but you bet your ass Church Girl is one of his and Javy's friendship anthems. They YELL the lyrics and get absolutely silly with it on the dancefloor back home. Natasha catches it on video. Perhaps Bradley gets a taste of what he's missing via social media and boy is he missing. But now Jake really is over it *hair flip*

This is where I'm altering the timeline of Mrs. Carter's discography though, because I need Texas Hold 'Em to already exist post-mission. First of all Jake is SO ready for act ii are you kidding. But yeah post-mission sometime they're at a bar and they've been getting closer again, but this time Jake refuses to give in unless Bradley is serious about it. Texas Hold 'Em starts playing, and Javy to this day still glares absolute daggers (heh) at Rooster every time Beyoncè plays anywhere because he Does Not Forget. But Jake has forgiven and forgotten, and looks right at Bradley from the dancefloor as he sings "don't be a bitch come take it to the floor now" and finally the bird gets off his perch.

(Javy is all 😒 until Nat pulls him by his shirt collar to the dancefloor too and he promptly forgets some idiot named Bradley Bradshaw ever even existed. 'Twas the night all the exes got back together for good. <3)

#hangster #totd diary #jake hangman seresin #javy machado mvp of friends #tgm #tgm fanfiction #headcanon