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ruporas · 1 year

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can’t talk about it

[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The comic starts with the sounds "thud, thud, click". Vash, mid-action of peeling an apple, turns to the sound, noticing who it was that entered, and says, "Oh, Wolfwood, you're back." He resumes back to his apple in the next panel as he speaks, "Where'd you go? You snuck out of bed quickly this morning..." Wolfwood's hand then enters the panel, hovering over Vash's cheek and Vash looks up as Wolfwood asks, "Can I?" Vash responds, "Not going to talk about it?" while using a hand to gently hold Wolfwood's hovering hand and presses a kiss to his inner palm.

Vash then gets up fully, setting down the knife down on the table and the apple onto a plate, He leans into Wolfwood as Wolfwood explains, "Had to meet someone. Nothing interesting to talk about." Vash kisses Wolfwood's left cheek and a hand moves to cup his other cheek while muttering, "You're being vague." Wolfwood says neutrally, "If yer really that curious, keep askin'. We can talk about that instead of doing this." Vash leans back and responds, "Let's talk after, since... You look so tired."

The panel pans to a close up of Wolfwood's downcast eyes, bags heavy underneath his eyes. He doesn't allow Vash to sit in that moment for long though, then saying, "Yer not helping, Spikey. Being all slow with it... I could fall asleep right now." He moves his hand to start unclasping Vash's coat, starting from his collar. Vash with red cheeks, responds briskly, "Oh, shut up. I'm worried about you. I can't be worried?"

The final shot shows Wolfwood's back to the viewer while Vash's softened expression can be seen as he holds gently onto the side of Wolfwood's face and a hand firm on his waist. Wolfwood responds, "I'm fine, seriously," pausing for a moment before continuing, "Is it okay to still..?" Vash responds, "Yeah, it's okay."

The next image is a shot from later that night after the previous comic. Vash and Wolfwood are now in bed, half naked. Wolfwood's buries his face into Vash's chest, his arms wrapped around him, while Vash is petting at his hair. Vash reminds him, "Hey. You said we'd talk about it." Wolfwood pauses for a moment before piping up, "In the morning? I'm sleepy." Vash says, "Okay..."

The next two pages start from the morning after. Wolfwood is already fully awake, pulling on his outer jacket as he says to Vash, whos' still bundled in his blankets, "Breakfast is on the table. Make sure to eat it. I'm going to grab some things in town and then we're leavin'. Got it?" Vash says, "Mh." Wolfwood responds, "Good. See ya in a bit." The dialogue starts to shift into Vash's inner thoughts now, as he gets up and eats toast, thinking, "Wait. Weren't we supposed to... talk about it?" The next shot then shows him fully up, meeting Wolfwood in town. He carries a half worried expression with him while Wolfwood slides on his glasses for him. A quick panel shows Wolfwood's tired expression from the night before and quickly juxtaposes with Wolfwood in front of him who's smiling gently, the shades covering his eye bags. Wolfwood asks him, "Still not awake yet?" Vash pauses, his thoughts stirring, thinking, "Oh. I guess I was getting ahead of myself... thinking you owe me that kind of honesty." He smiles at Wolfwood and responds, "I'm awake!" His thoughts continue, "Maybe one day, you'd trust me enough to share your burdens."

The final image shows Wolfwood pulling at Vash's cheek and Vash complains, "Owwwww why..." Wolfwood quickly says, "You were thinking something stupid, right? It's all over yer face." Vash mutters, "Nooo, I wasn't..." END ID]

#vashwood #trigun #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #Theyre both thoroughly exhausted tired individuals -- vash having to fight this lonely battle for over a hundred years and getting dragged #back into inevitable situation with knives after a 2 years hiatus of being a gunslinger. they both need so much Rest and comfort in this #department... .SIGHS. BUT I JUST THINK ABOUT WOLFWOOD . AND HOW... LITTLE He has existed on no man's land. how majority of his years being #alive is being used as a weapon and to kill when him at his very core is the most giving and selfless individual ever #badlands rumble inspired me a bit but i do think wolfwood gets dragged into occasional tasks from the eye of michael while on his duty of #guiding vash -- or i think that one chapter where we got to see other members of eom -- there's like a clear division within the eom too #i think.... so i figured similarly to vash but not to the same amount -- there are people that look for wolfwood too. but most of the time #it's probably wolfwood that has to look for someone else and take them out. i feel like it happens ever so occasionally.#evidentially these two don't talk enough canonically but they always know how to express things properly to affirm that they're okay #they have the worst time ever sharing burdens - can't willingly burden the other and has neeever asked for help or reprieve in their #desperate situations... vw is a huge case of right person wrong time syndrome so they just. in the time they get to spend together -- even #if romantically - they don't have enough time to heal to get over that kind of hurdle. They've just never asked for help in all the years #they've been alive -- they don't even know how to and its just aughhhsgskg #and well! they don't even need to ask! because they'll be there for each other anyway at the end of the day -- company and presence alone.#ruporas art

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the-au-thor · 5 months

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Bestfriend Blurb #2 | Spencer Reid

Okay so,I didn't intend to add more parts to the bestfriend! Blurb but since anon asked...this is another blurb! it's connected with this one but you can read it in no order in particular.

Summary: Spencer and Reader are best friends, they're in love but they don't know it yet. Let's see how they're going to find out.

Words: 1k

Warnings: Go to this link!

There were very few things in your life that you were passionate about. Thankfully, your job was one of them; you had studied sociology and forensic science, then trained at the academy to investigate crime scenes. The opportunity to work in the field investigating cases for the BAU presented itself, and you couldn't refuse. You had used the camera so much to capture gruesome scenes that you began to associate it with less traumatic events; beautiful moments that occurred in the most unpleasant cases.

Once Hotchner's son dressed up as him for Halloween, and on another occasion, Henry dressed as Spencer. How could you let those memories pass without trying to immortalize them in some way?

Photography had become your grounding force, a bridge reminding you that even when you saw horrible things, there was humanity that contributed beauty and kindness. It served as your own escape method, a therapy to keep you away from madness. If a gallery wanted to exhibit your work, you wouldn't oppose it; it was a great opportunity, and you had nothing to lose by trying.

However, you hadn't mentioned anything to anyone. This had nothing to do with your work, and it was bothersome enough for the other members of your team to have you walking around with your camera.

You turned the page of your comic as music filtered into your ears. Leaning against one of the Jet's walls on the way home, buried in your favorite seat, Spencer got up from his couch—the one without his name, but the whole team knew belonged to him—and sat next to you, chin resting on his palm, observing you with curiosity. You tried to ignore him for a few seconds, and you noticed his free hand travel to your knee, stopping the nervous movement you didn't realize you were making.

You closed the comic and left it on your lap, removed your headphones, and stared at Spencer waiting for his inevitable question.

"You're nervous, why?" he finally asked with concern and curiosity.

"Did you get up from your throne and lower yourself to the commoners just because you think I'm nervous?" you asked back with a half-smile.

Spencer raised an eyebrow and smiled playfully. "Well, well, well," his small dimples appeared at the corners of his lips, "answering a question with another question, if that's not evasion, I don't know what is."

You rolled your eyes slightly with a smile. "Are you profiling me, Dr. Reid?"

"And you're still evading my first question," he pointed with a teasing look.

You sighed in resignation. Spencer and you knew each other very well. Based on years of working together and years of friendship, you could tell if he was going through something just by observing his behavior—dissociation, furrowed brow, avoiding any social interaction, isolation. And he knew your signs—the blasting sound of Janis Joplin in your ears, restless leg syndrome, and, of course, evasion of questions that could seem simple and innocent.

"I'm not nervous," you lied, trying to avoid showing any gesture that would normally give you away.He stopped smiling.

His lips tightened into a concerned thin line.

"But the thing is you are," he replied, softening his voice, "but I want to know why, to help you."

The way he said it made your heart leap everywhere but in your chest. You couldn't keep avoiding him, not when he looked at you like that, not with his hand soothingly on your knee.

"It's nothing bad. You really don't have to worry," you nervously nibbled on your lips and then settled in the chair to lean closer to him so that the others wouldn't hear. "It's just that Lizzie showed a couple of my photos to her boss, and he offered me a space in his gallery for a couple of exhibitions. Nothing big."

Spencer opened his mouth with a surprised smile, and his fingers tightened on your knee, giving a gentle and excited squeeze.

"That's wonderful," he whispered with a suppressed shout, and then his other hand went up to your neck, affectionately stroking your hair. "And when is it?"

"Uh... it's today," you mumbled the answer quickly, and you saw him frown with curiosity.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"It's not that I didn't want to. It's just that you guys are so busy, and I already annoy you enough by putting my lens in your faces all the time. It's not a big deal."

Spencer raised his eyebrows incredulously. "Are you kidding? It's a big deal, and you never annoy us."

"You have to say that; you're my friend."

"Best friend," he corrected, "and my opinion counts even more."

That made you smile.

"I didn't want to make a big fuss about this," you whispered, looking down at your lap uncomfortably.

"I know, I know you don't like to. But I'm also happy for this; I know you enjoy taking those photos, and they're an important part of who you are."

You lifted your gaze to meet Spencer's honest eyes.

"Thank you, Walt."

He closed his eyes almost immediately as soon as you called him by that nickname. Leaning his head against the seatback, he opened his eyes, laughing softly.

"You've returned to being yourself. It's good that it wasn't anything bad; I was worried."

You blinked slowly as confirmation. "It's nothing to worry about. Thank you for caring"

You placed hand on his, returning his squeeze.

"I love you, you know..."

And there it was again: your heart outside your chest.

"Yeah" you whispered "I love you too" you added.

And you meant it.

You really did.

Part 3

#criminal minds #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x bestfriend!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fandom #Spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfic

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mamashenanigans · 3 months

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So, I’m revisiting something I’ve already discussed. I took a gander at the My Hero Academia Wiki’s All for One page and was quite surprised at the skewed view on his relationship with Yoichi, most notably when he killed him.

The wiki states that he killed Yoichi “without hesitation or remorse”, but leaves out the visual and narrative context of what’s happening. It also conveniently leaves out AFO’s thoughts on Yoichi before he blips out of existence.

I’m going to break it down since it’s quite apparent people either A.) have no reading comprehension concerning comics and/or B.) they so want AFO to be a “born evil” character and disregard the subtext and context of what’s occurring.

Here we have the last two panels of the chapter prior to the reveal of Yoichi’s death. AFO is focused on Kudo and Yoichi’s hands. His attack only leaves Yoichi’s hand, but that doesn’t appear to be what he was aiming for, especially when examining the first few pages of the following chapter.

In the first panel, AFO looks surprised at what he’s done. His mouth is slightly open and his eyes wide as Yoichi’s blood splatters onto his face. The next panel is AFO just standing there, hand still outstretched, almost like he’s trying to process what just happened. Given the look of surprise and how he freezes, allowing the one that stole his brother away to be able to flee, it’s clear that this was the result of a possessive rage and AFO only meant to attack their hands instead of obliterating Yoichi.

We also have the narrative subtext.

When we first see Yoichi being ripped apart, the narration tells us that AFO named his brother after the fact he was the first thing given to him in life. This hints that Yoichi is more substantial than other people. The word “precious” is used to describe Yoichi after AFO kills him. This narration juxtaposed to AFO killing Yoichi clearly suggests that AFO didn’t mean to kill Yoichi, but probably only maim him.

If he truly cared so little for Yoichi as to purposefully murder him, then he would have quickly moved on to killing Kudo and Bruce who are shown still in the water and trying to get away. Instead, he just stands there, frozen in his initial position, looking like his brain just glitched.

Furthermore, we have AFO keeping Yoichi’s hand, all that remains of him, and is even eating dinner with it as shown here…

If all he wanted to do was take back the Quirk and move on(before finding out that Yoichi still exists) then why even embalm the hand? Instead, he seems to be sitting there, with a glass of wine and a plate of food, just contemplating his brother’s hand. Once he concludes that Yoichi “still exists”, he goes on a huge conquest to get him back.

We also have prior flashbacks to work with here. The first one we got had AFO telling Yoichi he loves him and asks his bodyguard to go easy on him. Next, there’s the flashback in the vault and AFO’s monologue is to convince Yoichi to stand by his side. He calls him “dear little brother” earlier and then tells him while giving him the stockpiling Quirk that he matters to him/so dear to him. Once he finds Kudo, he also presumably (due to Kudo’s retort) asked where Yoichi was as he considers the Quirk to be his brother.

Now, don’t get me wrong. AFO’s “love” for Yoichi was very possessive. When his conquest to get back OFA is shown, AFO claims his tears were just “alligator tears” and that all he wants is to make Yoichi his.

However, the last thoughts about Yoichi that AFO has, and is conveniently left out of his wiki page, is that he needs Yoichi/without him everything is for nothing. This could definitely mean that AFO’s thoughts during his killing of the holders of OFA were of an unreliable narrator and more him trying to convince himself that the tears meant nothing.

This is such an important line. AFO finally admits that it was all about Yoichi and that nothing matters if he isn’t by his side. That refutes the idea that AFO didn’t care about Yoichi and only wanted to possess him. The original translation only has “Yoichi, I need you” and of course the official English translation has to say it differently, but that right there changes the entire perspective of what he was trying to achieve. It’s no longer a “I want to make you mine”, but a clear “I need you”. Which makes sense given that they only had each other growing up.

It’s also pertinent to remember that AFO often “talks” to Yoichi in his inner thoughts, particularly during battle. Following his admittance of needing Yoichi, he continues to “speak” to him about what he was trying to achieve.

With AFO blaming Kudo for everything, it’s pretty obvious that AFO can’t accept the fact that he messed up and accidentally killed his brother. It has to be Kudo’s fault for taking him in the first place.

So, in closing, the idea that Yoichi meant nothing to AFO and was just another toy or that he purposefully killed him doesn’t add up when taking into consideration all the context. Yoichi did mean something to AFO and that’s why he did everything.

He’s still a bastard, but my god, don’t leave out all this important stuff.

#I honest to god was so damn surprised at the wiki #people are desperate to make AFO into such an unfeeling villain that they leave out some of the most important context #and ignore everything else that came prior to this backstory #i should edit the wiki #all for one #afo #yoichi shigaraki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha afo #bnha yoichi

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littlegreekhero · 1 month

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Tim Drake is so short it’s unrealistic: an explanation

In every single comic page featuring more than one adult, Tim is drawn exceptionally short (well Damian too but he’s still a pubescent boy) for mainly composition reasons, I think. You can’t really create a great standing composition with five heads at the same level so they exaggerate the difference. What does this leaves us with? A Tim in his late teens, at a whopping 5 foot and 6 inches of height (source: fandom wiki). This means he must be a certified short guy. Except, he kinda isn’t?

When he is shown with his peers he’s closer to the average height, like in YJ. So why do I think his stats are like this in fandom wiki or he’s drawn like that? I think editors and artists have never seen a teenage boy in their life and they think the younger the age the shorter the person is, linearly. My point is also supported by the fact that he doesn’t have adult proportions of a short person but an average person’s proportions, just shrunk down.

We are the same height for reference. The beginning of high school is the time for men to have their growth sprout and they all end up as their forever height by junior/senior. I’d argue that I’m not simply short-phobic and that artists seem to just ignore this phenomenon. Oh and his weight seems unrealistic considering his height-weight ratio and muscle mass so the second picture is possible to happen. You don’t need to be Kon-el to effortlessly pick that boy up.

So how tall do I think he realistically be? Closer to 6 foot. Because I think we’re ignoring the second greatest factor.

Wealth! He was raised rich, he was well fed during his developmental ages. Even if he had short height genes, his entire lifestyle would make him proportionally taller. There is VISIBLE difference in average heights in wealthy versus poor neighborhoods. Students notice that private school kids tend to be taller. Students (in my country) get weirded out once they realize historical figures that lived in hard times were way shorter than them. Unless he was an extreme case of picky eating, I’d say let’s add at least a few inches. His recreational activities also consisted of rich people stuff. The training he got, the amount of time he spent inside (probably playing games on powerful PC’s, not doing manual labor, not having a neighborhood friend group to run around with and stuff) not burning calories all played a role in the body he ended up with at adulthood. Yeah, he kind of did vigilante stuff since the age of 9, but at the end of the night it was Wayne Manor that he returned to.

BONUS: I think all batkids would have a different height when accounted for environmental factors, I just drew the four Robins to demonstrate

Jason: the wealth point that I defended earlier would work the opposite way for him, so why did i draw him the tallest? ✨growth juices✨ in the Lazarus Pit. I’m also not completely erasing their canon heights and body builds, and dude’s a hunk.

Dick: gymnastics makes you shorter. I thought this was a coincidence but apparently it’s real, especially in women’s gymnastics it’s very noticeable. He was trained since a very young age and did not stop practicing after he left the circus for apparent reasons.

Damian, at 14-15: He would hit his growth sprout a few months maybe a year later than his peers. Why? He’s Arab and even though I did no research on this, I think my experience as a Middle Eastern would account for a decent observation. But when he hits it, he would get noticeably taller EACH WEEK. I only attributed him a numbered height so I could show that he was close in height to his brothers. (Not related to height, but at his age he would have a massive nose with a sharp nose bridge, as it grows first, I remember many of my classmates were very self conscious about their noses in middle school)

#tim drake #batfam #dc comics #batfamily #dc robin #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #red robin #dcu #timothy drake

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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If requests are still open…I just read the best book and want to fan with someone. So how would they react to their s/o wanting to fan/talk about their favorite novel to them?

Thank you for the request anon. I know it's late, but I hope you like it.

Reacting to MC wanting to talk about their favorite novel headcanons

(mostly implied established relationships)

(Slightly suggestive for Asmodeus, Barbatos, Thirteen, Raphael, Mephistopheles)

Word Count: +4,300

Lucifer

He acts like he’s not that interested in hearing about it or that you’re inconveniencing him somehow, but Lucifer loves hearing you talk.

He pretends he’s making a generous deal by offering to let you talk all you want if you agree to cuddle with him. Just allow him to pour you both a glass of Demonus and get into a comfortable position before you start talking.

Usually, that position involves one of you lying on the other’s chest – although, I think Lucifer would adore curling up with his head tucked under your chin, listening to your heartbeat as you talked. The second you look away from him during these book talks/cuddles, his subtle smile would melt into something so lovesick that he’s ashamed to let you see.

How much he actually pays attention to what you’re saying honestly depends on how tired he is and how much Demonus is in him. If he’s exhausted or drunk, he’s more focused on the sound of your voice than the meaning of the words leaving your mouth. He’ll answer with small hums. If he’s alert, he’ll seem like he’s passively listening, but this man is reconstructing the entire novel based on the facts you’re giving him. He tries to ask you questions based on what seems to appeal to you the most in the book.

It’s so soft, but since he doesn’t have much time for reading, one of his favorite ways to learn about new books is through you. He likes that his experience with a book is shaped entirely by what you love about it.

Unfortunately, that also means that he’s unlikely to read the book unless you directly recommend it to him – and even then, he’ll ask to borrow your copy so he can see if you left any notes or annotations in it. What a romantic loser. His interest in the book will be tied to your interest in it.

Mammon

He might think it’s kind of boring at first, but he’ll let you talk about the book anyway. “Since ya seem so interested, I guess ya could tell the Great Mammon about it. Just know I ain’t this generous with my time for anyone, got it?”

If he’s not going to get cuddles out of this, then you’re taking him on a date, which he obfuscates by telling you that dinner/a drink is on you. Honestly, you could make him a cup of instant noodles that he bought, and he’d still agree to listen to you – or again, you could just hold him.

He’s just being greedy, but he’s pleased that you came to him to talk about something you love. Even if the genre isn’t something he would touch with a 20ft pole (horror), he’d rather you come to him to talk about it. You’re his human, and he’s your first; so, you should want to talk to him above all. He’ll be so butthurt if you go to anyone else.

He might get bored, especially if it’s not something he’s into, and his mind will wander (Oh, wow. MC looks cute today. Where’d they get that outfit? I think I wore a jacket in that color during my last gig. Shit. They’d look hot in those clothes. Maybe I should…). However, if you tell him that being able to talk about this book is important to you, he’ll be a surprisingly good listener.

Mans doesn’t read – not exactly, anyway. He’ll read comics and graphic novels, but I think pages packed with nothing but words just frustrate him to no end (possibly dyslexic). That said, he’s willing to put in the effort to read something you seem to really like – especially if it’s an ongoing series, so he can get caught up and read the next one with you.

Mammon will even read horror if you recommend it, but you’re going to end up with him in your bed for a few weeks (while he’s reading and for a week or two after he finishes the book). Please don’t tease him for being scared. He’s doing this for you.

Every time you bring up a book you like that sounds interesting, he waits until he’s alone to see if there’s a free audiobook version. He’s weirdly embarrassed about finding audiobooks easier.

Leviathan

Mood because same. He requires a captive audience of at least one Henry to listen to him go on and on about his favs. He’ll match your energy (although he might just be mirroring you) because he wants to hype you up – it’s what he wants when he has something to fan about.

Levi will put his games, manga, and/or anime aside just to listen to you. You’ll have his undivided attention – and he doesn’t care how long you talk for either. Listens like a good boy. He’s just happy that you wanted to talk to him about something you love.

Please don’t talk to him in his demon form. His snake-like tongue will be flicking out, tasting your excitement in the air. He’ll get flustered if you point that out, though because “UGH, HOW CAN I BE SO OBVIOUS!?” Then you’ll have to stop talking about your book to comfort the poor mess. Although he’d much prefer it if you just ignored him and kept talking.

He’ll add the book to his read later list – although he might bump it to the top of the list for you (especially if it’s something that interests him – like romance).

Levi will recommend anime, manga, and other books that match the themes (as you described them) of the one you’re talking about. The idea of sharing your interests makes him overjoyed, and he might get a bit carried away, recommending five to ten things at once.

He’s just really cute and supportive. He’ll even make note of what you enjoy so he can get merch and other related items for you as a present.

Satan

After Levi, he probably appreciates and understands your urge to discuss a book you love the most. Sometimes you read something so good that you can’t keep it to yourself; he gets it.

As the designated bookworm, he understands why you would come to him – he’s the most obvious choice, but he still loves that you chose him. It’s endearing. Just imagine his eyes widening when you ask him if you can talk about a book you read with him, followed quickly by a smile and a faint blush. He’s thrilled.

He will definitely read the book – assuming he hasn’t already. If it’s so good that it made his beloved partner want to talk about it, he has to read it. If he’s already read it, he’ll read it again.

Like Lucifer (don’t kill me), Satan will ask for your copy of the book so he can skim for any underlines and annotations. He wants to use this as an excuse to understand you better, and he’ll study the way you talk about the book (what you fixated on, how you relay the plot, everything).

He probably sits you on his lap to discuss the book – that way you can stand up and pace if you feel the urge to move. It’s an incredibly intimate moment for him, and he savors it. That said, he might get annoyed if you never reciprocate by listening to him fan about his favorites.

Probably the only one who asks you to talk about your favorite books before you get the chance to ask if he’ll listen. He’s especially prone to do this if he’s had a bad day. Your voice soothes him, and he can get lost in a story told through your eyes.

Asmodeus

Asmo doesn’t quite understand because books (when he reads them) so rarely move him to the point that he needs to talk about it. Still, it’s not that different from him sharing new trends with you.

He’s happy to let you discuss your favorite book with him because a part of him just feeds off the adoration in your voice – and I mean actually feeds off it. He’ll keep you going with the occasional question. By the time you’re done talking, Asmo will be left feeling refreshed and satisfied.

“You’re so cute when you’re into something. You know, you have that same adorable look on your face whenever you stare at me.” He teases you because he’s somehow a little jealous of the book. All that time you spent reading could have been spent adoring him. It doesn’t matter if you slowly read the book over a period of months, he still thinks of it as time he missed out with you. However, Asmo knows that train of thought is petty, so he tries not to bring it up.

Expect him to want to go out on a date with you shortly after – or immediately. He’s just so full of energy and love, and there’s no one he would rather spend time with. If he can think of something to do that’s related to the book you just discussed, he will. (He wasn’t just feeding off your love for the book, he was listening – probably because it was you talking.)

After the first time you fan about a book with him, he’ll start inviting you to hang out in his room with him to read. He can do whatever he wants while you read, sprawled out in his bed (get your mind out of the gutter. Although he’d be down for that too). Asmo just wants you around, invading his personal space. He even sweetens the deal by mentioning that if you read in his room, you can stop to discuss chapters right away.

Asmo, most likely, won’t read the book unless you insist (or if it’s a spicy novel), and even then, he’ll probably ask you to read it to him. “Come on, I’ll enjoy it so much more when it’s coming directly from your lips.”

Beelzebub

Beel also doesn’t read much, and rarely to the point of wanting to talk about it with someone else, so he’s at a loss. He’ll let you discuss it with him if it makes you happy, though.

The twins are probably the worst of the brothers to try to fan with. Beel will get distracted by any mention of food, so maybe don’t mention anything that even sounds like food if you want him to stay on track.

He will probably get hungry while you’re talking, and even though he doesn’t want to interrupt you, his growling stomach will not show you the same consideration. You’ll get a better reception if you feed him while you discuss the book. He still might get a bit distracted by his food for a few seconds, but he’ll refocus back to you.

Talking about a book with him might go over better if you offer to do it during one of his workouts. He could listen to you instead of music. If you don’t have the kind of stamina to talk about the book and run or lift weights beside him, he’s still happy to have you stand next to him or talk – or he’ll ask you to serve as a weight for him. You could sit on his back while he does push ups or hold his feet while he does sit-ups.

He might pick up the book you read and give it a chance – but no promises. Also, please don’t lend Beel your copy of the book if you don’t have to. He might try to eat it or drool on it. (He’ll be extremely sorry and offer to buy a replacement, at least.)

Belphegor

Good luck with this one.

Belphie will casually agree to listen while you fan about your favorite book, but he’s probably going to fall asleep while you’re talking. But it’s not his fault. Your voice when you sound happy just fills him with a sense of peace that lulls him right to sleep.

The worst part about that is that you’ll stop talking, disappointed that he fell asleep; but then he’ll moan a little, open one eye, and say, “No, go on. I’m still listening. I want you to keep talking.”

No, actually, the worst part is that you can be so certain he’s not paying attention that you’ll ask him a relevant question, and he’ll actually get it right. You could have sworn you heard snoring a minute ago. Gaslight. Gatekeep. God literally cast him out.

Wants to be cuddled or use you as a pillow while you talk. It makes him feel comfortable, but more importantly, if you try to leave him (to try to fan about the book with someone else because you think Belphie is asleep, for example), he can easily tighten his grip around you and keep you there.

Asks you to read your favorite passages to him to help him relax – and while you’re at it, could you pet him? He’s spoiled; we already know this.

If you seem to be really into it, he might pick up the book and give it a read, but he might not commit to finishing it. He will, however, use that book as a pillow at least once – especially if it’s your copy.

Diavolo

He loves when you do this, and are we really surprised by this puppy-energy man? Your enthusiasm is contagious for him, and he adores being the one to provide you with the space to fan about any and everything you love.

He’s so excited to listen to you that he will stop in the middle of his work sometimes – and it’s not just because he doesn’t want to do his work. Seriously, though, in order to avoid Barbatos’s scorn, you should probably only ask to talk about something you love after Diavolo’s done with his work. Actually, telling him you want to fan with him after he finishes work for the day would probably incentivize him to work harder.

He'll hype you up and take a serious interest in what you’re talking about. Halfway through, he’ll be sold. More often than not, you’ll get Diavolo into the book. Even better, he doesn’t mind spoilers, so you can talk to your heart’s content.

Diavolo will try to read the book as soon as possible, but it takes him forever (without magic). There are not enough hours in the day for a busy prince, but he’s trying his best.

I’m convinced that Diavolo would try to get out of social engagements, mostly with people he’s not very fond of, when he’s trying to get through a book you like. His desire to keep reading doesn’t sway Barbatos very often – but if it’s someone who isn’t too important and whom Barbatos finds annoying himself, he might just corroborate a little excuse to get out of the social engagement.

A silly little thought: Diavolo would definitely still read a book you recommended while playing a game of chess with Lucifer, and Lucifer would be so annoyed by that when he still loses, but he wouldn’t even know what to say (If you’re going to beat me, please don’t spend the match with your nose in a book?). Lucifer would feel even worse if it’s a romance or erotica that Diavolo’s reading. Ha.

Barbatos

This lovely man will make arrangements so you can talk about it over tea with him. If you can wait a day to fan about it, he will do a bit of research and make themed sweets and tea to complement your book. He’d invite you out into the garden when the weather is nice – and where he can have you all to himself.

He might not feel engaged with the topic of the book, but you’d never guess from the keen attention he gives you. He’s attentive the entire time, with a sweet smile resting on his lips when you get excited as you talk. Barbatos doesn’t interrupt, and he lets the words flow from your mouth.

The entire time, Barbatos will be taking mental notes, considering how your experience of the book reflects on your personality. He likes to think of it as an insight into that wonderful mind of yours.

If you mention spicy scenes in the book, he will take interest – it just won’t show. You can bet he’ll get a copy of that book later and read it in secret. He’d like to get a better understanding about what you might be into. (He’ll do this with romance, too.) However, if he’s feeling bold, he might just ask to borrow your copy in an unnecessarily sultry tone.

Even if he doesn’t read the book, he will compile a list of your favorites. He’s the type to use that information to influence date ideas or to inspire his cooking/baking. He doesn’t mention that his inspiration came from your favorite books unless you bring it up, though.

Simeon

He’s happy to hear about it. As the designated author, he appreciates your insight more than the others might. He thinks it’s fascinating to hear what you enjoyed about a specific novel. (And he definitely doesn’t use that to influence his future writing. No, not at all.)

Like Barbatos, Simeon will invite you to talk over a cup of tea. However, Simeon is more casual with the whole affair. He’s a little less possessive about it as well. If the contents of the book are Luke-safe, he’ll host you in the living room. If the book is scary or spicy, he’ll invite you to talk in his room. (He might also do this if he’s feeling a little more lonely than usual.)

Simeon is such a good listener, he engages with you well, and his reactions are subtle but appropriate. He’ll ask you a fair number of questions, although some of them are more geared towards his interest in something you mentioned (not that that’s bad, though).

Other than Satan, he could probably keep you talking the longest. He can naturally converse about books, and he’d weave in elements from other books either of you have read. In other words, you can talk to your heart’s content or until you’re exhausted. (And Simeon would never prolong conversations just to tire you out and convince you to stay the night with him . . . right?)

He’ll read the book you like if it strikes him as interesting as a whole – and not just certain elements of it – or if you recommend it personally. He doesn’t assume that just because you talk about a book with him, you think he’ll enjoy reading it himself. You’re welcome to talk about something he would normally find dull. He waits for your direct recommendation because it feels special, like you’re actually thinking about him and his tastes when you recommend a book.

Solomon

Solomon is down so bad, of course he’ll read the book for you. He even uses that little magic trick of his to read it instantly in preparation for you to fan out – just so he can engage with you better. It’s not always possible, but usually he manages to get the book read beforehand.

If you’re not embarrassed to gush about a book in public, he’ll ask you out on a date. “Of course you can talk about your new favorite book, what do you say we talk about it over a drink – or are you hungry? We could eat, too.”

Honestly, he’s so cute because if he happens to share the same opinion as you do about aspects of the book, he gets all happy – just the biggest, sappiest grin. He feels a special connection with you when that happens.

Happily discusses plot and symbolism, and he loves to hear your take on different elements.

The shady old man tries to squeeze another date out of you by taking advantage of knowing that you just finished a good book. It’s the perfect time for him to invite you on a library or bookstore date to look for a new one.

Offers to start a little book club for two with you. He can use his magic to read the book when you’re done (so you aren’t pressured to read quickly, and he’s not tempted to give you any spoilers). Or, if you don’t mind, you could read the book together. Solomon wouldn’t mind spending hours snuggled up next to you, reading against your shoulder.

Thirteen

She hypes you up and lets you talk as much as you would like. She thinks it’s adorable that you came to her because you wanted to talk about a book you love. It’s an honor, and she finds it so endearing, especially since Thirteen goes to you to talk about her latest traps, too. You’re just exchanging thoughts on things you’re passionate about, and isn’t that incredibly romantic?

The discussions can have a gossip-like feel to it. Thirteen will happily shit talk your least favorite characters with you. She’ll be extra into the plot if it includes morally grey villains – she loves a bad one.

Likely to invite you to chat with her at her cave (lots of privacy. . .to be as extra as you want to be. What were you thinking?) Might work on her traps while you talk, but if it starts to get interesting, Thirteen will stop what she’s doing until she’s practically draped over your body, listening to you intently.

Absolutely smitten with the way your voice gets impassioned. You could talk all day and she’d stay glued to your hip. It’s a precious bonding activity for her.

The most likely to interrupt you randomly with a kiss. “I’m sorry, you were just so adorable. I had to. Please keep talking.”

If the book sounds up her alley, she’ll give it a read. If not, she won’t; well, maybe if you give her a “please” she’ll consider something that she wouldn’t usually read. Although, for books she has no interest in, she might still take a peek at some of the spicy scenes if you mention them. She wants to know what her partner is into.

Raphael

You are welcome to talk to him about whatever you please while he sews (if you can keep the volume at a reasonable level), but he’s pretty low energy, so don’t expect much. It’s not that he’s apathetic to what you’re saying, he just doesn’t emote like that.

He won’t ever mention it, but he switches to hand-sewing when you want to talk about something you’re passionate about, like a new favorite book. Raphael usually has something he can work on that doesn’t include a machine. He doesn’t want the sewing machine noises to interrupt you and make you feel like he isn’t listening to you. (Unless he has one of those “silent” sewing machines, I guess. Lucky.)

In his eyes, you’re incredibly cute when you ramble about things. He’s kind of used to it (I bet Michael can talk his ear off). Your voice soothes him, and it’s a nice way to pass time and fill the silence without causing too much stress. I imagine he tends to sew in relative silence.

Raphael gets tense in ways that are just barely noticeable if you bring up romance or sex scenes. He tries not to make it obvious that he’s listening to you closely. If you want to fluster him, talk to him about some raunchy smut. He’ll be a mess.

If you happen to pique his interest, he’ll secretly go out and get the book so he can read it for himself. He might not tell you about it, though (because he’s emotionally stunted, and reading a book mostly because you like it and it seems interesting enough is so frustratingly intimate).

Would absolutely make references to the book as a way of flirting with you – sometimes it’s going to flop, but he keeps doing it. He’s nothing if not consistent.

Mephistopheles

It’s not that surprising that a good journalist is also a good listener. Like Lucifer, he acts like it’s a bit of an inconvenience – at least until he clears the rest of his day and invites you over for a glass or two of Demonus. He ends up letting you talk for as long as you please, and if you ask if he’s bored or if he wants you to stop, he insists that it’s fine in the most dick-ish way he can while still being affectionate/flirty. “No, not at all. You’re keeping me entertained on an otherwise boring night. I have no complaints – although I find that you’re sitting a bit too far for comfort.”

Sir. It’s probably your fault you had a boring night ahead. But he might also just say that to play down his desire to listen to you talk. He’ll cancel plans with most people for you – except Diavolo or the House of Lords – if he’s able to.

Mephisto is able to find some point of interest in the book you want to fan about even if he doesn’t care at all about anything else you’ve mentioned. It could be the most horrendous, pointless garbage to him, and he will find an angle to connect with you. He’s more interested in exploring your thoughts than he is any book (and if you get enough Demonus in him, he might actually admit that).

In a weird way, it actually annoys him how charming he finds you when you’re talking about something you care about. He appreciates that passionate side of you, and a selfish part of him hopes that no one else gets to see you like that.

Just – maybe don’t mention spicy scenes in the book that you enjoyed (if that’s what you like reading... I mean you're on my blog sooo). Your talk will be over quickly – unless you want to read the book aloud while he follows the text like an instruction manual. He might use some of the lines just to get you riled up. He’s terrible.

He uses his wealth to help fund your obsession. He’ll get you merch, purchase first editions, get items from the book brought to life through expensive customs, etc. If he thinks it’ll make you happy, he’ll spoil you a bit.

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Guy Gardner: A Study of Heroes and Head Trauma

SO! It's July, which is disability pride month here in the United States where I live! I figured it would be appropriate to kick things off by talking about a character who has a mixed reputation, to say the least: Guy Gardner, Green Lantern. He's been around since the Silver Age of comics, and his characterization has been through some serious ups and downs over the years! But what if I told you that it's not inconsistent writing? What if I told you there is a lens with which to view his shifting behavioral patterns and at times abrasive and offensive personality that makes it all come into focus and make perfect sense, and it's all already there on the page? I'm here to give you that lens, and it's viewing Guy Gardner as a man who has suffered multiple traumatic brain injuries and managed to heal over time. Buckle up, this is probably going to be a long one, and it's pretty image heavy as I try to back up as much as I am claiming that I can.

So the first thing I will start with is establishing Guy's former baseline. This is not the post where I will go incredibly in-depth on Guy's full family history and his education, I'll save that for another time. Here, I simply aim to sum up. Guy Gardner met Hal Jordan for the first time in the 1991 title Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn, a volume that served as an updated backstory for the Silver Age hero after Crisis on Infinite Earths. Hal was in prison to serve a 90 day sentence for drunk driving. Guy Gardner was Hal Jordan's caseworker.

"What? Huh? That's Guy Gardner?" You, the hypothetical reader ask. What happened to him?!

A lot. A lot happened to him, and it took him from a man who gave the advice to "Use your rage! Don't let it use you!" to a man who is known as the rude angry ginger lantern. First off, he got hit by a bus. No, I'm not being metaphorical or making a joke. See, he quit his job as a prison case worker because he didn't like how the job made him feel, especially after he was caught up in a prison riot and threatened with death at the hands of a prisoner there. So he put his second degree to use and he became a teacher. Specifically, he became a physical education teacher for disabled children.And then there was an earthquake, and he was hit by a bus while attempting to rescue one of the students on a field trip he was running, nearly dying in the process.

Now, I will say: he got better. This time. See, no sooner had he recovered from this incident, as he was filling in for Hal as Green Lantern he was exploded in the line of duty and sent to a parallel dimension. In that parallel dimension he was tortured, and Sinestro used a dangerous and severe form of mind control that, when it was finally broken, left Guy... well, the comics call him comatose, but he is conscious, he is just not responsive to the environment around him or able to care for himself.

For years, he remained in this state, with his care at a top-notch hospital paid for by fellow superheros. And then, during the Crisis on Infinite Earths event, a miracle happened. Guy regained consciousness.

But the Guy who came out of that vegetative state wasn't the same man who fell into it. Or at least, not exactly. He was angrier. His fuse was shorter. Perhaps most upsetting of all, one of the first actions he took upon regaining consciousness was attempted grave robbery.

"Gelpens, what the fuck," you ask me. I know. It's a lot. Bear with me here. See, he didn't wake up on his own. The Guardians of Oa woke him up, using their tremendous cosmic powers to attempt to heal his brain damage so they could deploy him to help during the Crisis.

Sure, Guy got his strength back. He was able to function as a Green Lantern. But he still wasn't the same as he was before his coma. He stayed angry, and confrontational, and was frequently known to make inappropriate comments that failed to fit the setting he was in or the bounds of good taste. He had a constant chip on his shoulder, very different from the man who was concerned about controlling his anger so it couldn't use him.

This all came to a head in a series of events that is frankly infamous in comics circles. Almost every fan I know of who knows Guy Gardner knows about the time Batman got fed up with his confrontational rude attitude and laid him out with a single punch to the face.

The thing people don't remember about that punch is that, seeing as it was the 90s, and comics writers had learned a few things about the brain, they decided to use it to make... let's call it a running joke. See, after Guy regained consciousness, he was much more like the guy he was before all that head trauma. He was polite, cared about being a team player and not trying to prove himself, he didn't go for lethal force!

Of course, this didn't last. No, the whole 'joke' here was that Batman punched him hard enough to rattle his brain, and he would occasionally jump from being a sweet, friendly team player to, in the words of the narration box the first time he got hit on the head again, his new old "thoroughly rotten" self (I know). Slowly but surely though, Guy did get better, and start to stay better. His mood stabilized, he gained more self-control, he started making better plans and he was much less angry as a default. And it's kept going! This train keeps chugging along! He isn't so angry anymore! He has it under control!

And honestly? This moment, right here? This is the crowning jewel in my thesis, I think.

Guy has a Red Lantern ring and a Star Sapphire ring. For those of you less familiar with the extended Green Lantern lore, the Red Lanterns run off rage. The Star Sapphires are powered by love. Outside of willpower, the emotions that are the most powerful within him are his rage and anger, and his love for his friends. And what does he fuel them with, when it comes down to the wire? When willpower alone isn't enough? The thing he hates most is being filled with rage. The thing he loves the most is his friends.

So. I don't think Guy was ever just an angry, sexist, rude asshole at his core. Is he the same as he was before the injury, before all that happened to him? Of course not. Nobody goes through life completely unchanged by what happens to them.

I think he injured his brain and lost his ability to regulate his emotions and impulses for a while. The road to recovery was far from smooth. It just took him some time to heal and be in a place to act like the man he wanted to be all along. But in my opinion? I think he's there now.

#guy gardner #dc comics #green lantern #disability #dc #gl #meta

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for not telling someone I wasn't their bully 100% of the time

Hey so I was a shitty kid and i willbe TA for most of the story. However the ambiguous non-ending spins around my head nonstop

! In high-school I met a friend, Lacy (mtf) who had recently come out. We bonded over mutual Fandoms and shared classes and ended up pooling friends. I was already tight friends with one other girl we can call Sam. Sam went to another school but me and her had been best friends for many years and talked constantly online. After spending a lot of time with Lacy, and with L and S in a group, I started to get a little crush. Me and Lacy had this habit of passing comic notes to eachother between classes and they were just so fun. Anyways I ended up passing them one asking them out and she agreed. We talked about it casually after and I kept the note. In the background, me and Sam talk constantly about Lacy. Outside of school, online, Lacy often goes on long rants and tangents and caps it off being painfully self depreciating and insinuating self harm. I honestly don't hold that against her too much, given how young we were and how much stuff was going on. Very quickly I realize this tiny crush evaporates in the heat of her stomping rants. My gut sinks when Lacy mentions we are dating. It's been less than a day. Sam messages me immediately and I make the terrible snap decision to lie. I lie about it and I have the evidence so my version becomes correct. I tell Sam I didn't *really* ask Lacy out, blah blah. The lie doesn't end. Lacy has an explosive breakdown about it, well warranted, and I lie to adults and school administrators as well. We were friends, I guess she got too attached, we talk all the time but no. I never asked her to date. Papers signed, case closed. Lacy blocks me everywhere. The year ends. I resign to never speaking to her, as the unquestioned bully in this situation I wouldn't have the right to approach her about it. I think I send one anon ask completely unrelated to her or our lives, then block her back as is only fair.

Short hop forwards a month or two. Sam sends me a message about an update to Lacys blog. Lacy is otherkin and Sam is laughing at the kin list, sending anon messages mocking Lacy about the choices and identity. Very unfamiliar with otherkin but struggling with gender thoughts myself I don't respond much.

Fast forward a few years. Me and Sam don't talk much now. I got a boyfriend and couldn't help love how much he ignored me. Everything else fell through cracks. Working at my restaurant job one day, who else comes in but Lacy. We are very busy, I try to be quick, don't make eye contact. "Party of....for Lacy?" She nods. The lobby is full so they walk out the door and never come back. Later when my shift is over I unblock and check her blog. She's made a post saying I was her abuser and had sent her constant anon hate since bullying her in hs. Checking her ask tag I see Sam on anon sends 3-6 hate messages a year. I do nothing and leave everyone be and move on.

Another 3 years goes by. Sam reaches out. She's terminally ill, and we speak stiffly for a few IMs. I don't forgive myself for leaving her and decide it's best we don't keep talking. Another few years and Sam passes. Our old friends go through Sam's papers and pc files reminiscing and find pages and pages of shared chat logs between me L and S. It really was a harsh reminder of how cruel I had been, speaking behind Lacys back and lying. I don't doubt I caused her lasting trauma with my actions.

Part of me wanted to reach out to Lacy and apologize, explaining myself and the misunderstanding and clearing the lie not because I wanted to feel absolved I just that it's finally done now. But it feels so cruel to do it when 1. As the original bully it's still not my place to seek closure 2. I can't just toss my friends corpse under this bus for no reason.

It's soon a decade since we all left school so the time seems well past. I just can't stop thinking about all the mistakes. And there seems no reason to bring it all up after all Sam can't say anything about it anymore and nobody is hurt believing i said these things. So, AITA for not telling Lacy it wasn't me bullying her most of the time?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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detachedminxsfics · 1 year

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Improv

Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Actress F!Reader

Summary: You just wrapped for the day on the set of The Walking Dead, and you can't stop thinking about your impending first scene with Negan, more importantly, playing Negan's lover.

Word count: 2.6K+

Warnings: NSFW - Vaginal sex, slight rough fuck, creampie, fucking JDM in his Negan fit bc its hot

A/N: Tried something a little different to celebrate 100 followers! I'm so thankful, and eternally grateful for all the continued love on my Negan stuff. Tysm! <3

You idly tapped your feet against the floor as you held the script in your clammy hands, the spot you'd sunk into on the sofa warm with how long you'd been sitting. You'd gone over it a thousand times, and yet still feared that you wouldn't be able to act it as well as you would like. Jeffrey was most likely still out filming one of his many scenes in the Sanctuary, but you were wrapped for the day. Your characters hadn't gotten the opportunity to interact with one another on-screen yet, but tomorrow that was all going to change. The dynamic between you and Negan was intended to leave one hell of a lasting first impression on the fans, and you needed to maintain the hot-blooded chemistry you were so thrilled to portray. You skimmed over your first scene with Jeffrey for the thousandth time when the door to his trailer swung open, and a weathered black cowboy boot stepped in. He was still wearing his Negan outfit, minus the leather gloves and usual wielding of the infamous Lucille. He looked good, and tired, judging by the huff he entered with as he closed the door behind him.

"Hey." Your small mutter to make your presence known faintly startled him, and he spun to face you with a hand hovering over his racing heart.

"Shit darling, you scared me. Everything alright?"

Your lips formed a small smile, and you waved the script around in your hands to accentuate your point.

"Just going over our scene, y'know since we gotta shoot it tomorrow? And I think, I'm just not sure about it."

You and Jeff didn't know each other awfully well, but you'd spoken in passing between takes on the Sanctuary set, and under general introductory circumstances.

"Oh yeah? Talk to me." He set down the script he had been holding before making his way over to you and lowering himself down onto the space beside you, your fingertips still fiddling with the edges of the pages as you gathered the courage to confess your doubts.

"It's just, who Negan loves is so important to his character. And Lucille is so important to him in the comics, and such an iconic centerpiece to his storyline, and I'm just worried I won't be able to portray the love between our characters authentically enough. Like I can't measure up to that."

He listened to every single one of your words attentively, even nodding in places as you spoke. It was reassuring.

"Look, I've seen you act, and I've seen how much of a badass you are. You're gonna be great, I've got no doubt about that. But if you'd like I got a short break between takes, and we could run our lines together. Just to get a feel for the scene."

Your eyes widened slightly, and you glanced down at the script page in your hand. Your character's first scene with Negan is intended to set the tone for their not-so-public and flawed bond, and what the two of them mean to one another behind closed doors, essentially, in a clothes scattered on the bedroom floor kind of way. Nevertheless running through this scene with none other than the man himself would surely calm some of your nerves, and the offer was just too good to resist.

"Sure. Do you wanna stop just after my last line?" The reason you asked was that the moments that followed after your last line of dialogue was a rather steamy sequence of kissing and shoving, the scene set to cut just as you and Jeff hit the mattress, partially nude.

Jeffrey stood to his feet and made his way over to where he'd left his script, making brief eye contact with you as he flipped to the relevant pages.

"I say see what happens, and we'll do whatever feels natural. Sound good?"

"All good to me."

His eyes lowered back to skim the page, and you stood to your feet too, setting your script down on the coffee table considering you already knew your lines off by heart, thanks to your paranoia. After spending a few moments with the script Jeffrey set it down and glanced over at you, an obscure smile on his face.

"I'll walk up, and you just pretend I'm coming in. You ready?"

"Ready."

Your nerves begged to differ as to your level of supposed readiness, but you averted your focus on executing this scene. Jeffrey took a few steps back until he was on the other side of the trailer, and the elaborate shift as he immersed himself into the character was incredible. His jaw was slightly clenched with a signature scowl to match, and the way he sauntered with that leather jacket just demanded attention, it certainly captivated yours. You were sure you had gotten into character now too, feeling as you shifted the weight from one leg to the other, flexing your hip as you stood. She was bold with a firecracker attitude to match, so it was no surprise Negan was drawn to her.

"Honey, I'm home." Jeff bellowed with that noticeable drawl to his voice, and a wide unnerving smile to match.

"What do you want, Negan? You've had me standing in here longer than I ought to be, like one of your damn wives."

He feigned offense from your displeased tone, every step bringing him closer and closer.

"Well hell, aren't you just happy to see little ol' me? You're a busy woman these days."

You rolled your eyes a little at Negan's blatant self-flattery.

"I'm busy because I've got a duty to do, a job you tasked me with. If you don't like not seeing me that much, get somebody else to run my damn post." You narrowed your eyes to pair with the slight venom laced in your tone, and he closed most of the distance that was left between you.

He was invading what was left of your space now, his smile still lingering on his lips as he exhaled a mock, surprised breath at your rather brash words.

"Oh, what a big mouth on you sweetheart. If you keep forgetting exactly where you stand I might just take your suggestion on board, it would seem you've forgotten your manners."

Jeff swept a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he chastised you for your curt attitude, and you had to redirect your focus back to continue with the scene. That wasn't scripted, and you felt as though it was just a taste of the kind of improv an actor as experienced as Jeffrey would be accustomed to, and it exhilarated you.

"Not forgotten, I'm just sparing with them. Besides, we both know that if you're gonna take shit from anybody, it's me."

The slight clenching of his jaw showed that you were pushing him, urging him into toeing the line of his limits with you. He softly cups the line of your jaw, his thumb resting against your chin. Another non-scripted gesture that made the attraction between the two that much more believable.

"Alright, let's cut the bullshit, shall we? Rick the prick and his band of dickless assholes are proving to be more of a handful than we thought. I've mellowed him out a little, but I need someone I can trust back here, someone to hold the line while I deal with it. And as much as I love Simon, well, he's just not the man for this kinda gig. This is a job for my girl."

You subtly softened your stare, leaning into his touch. Though she could be a hardened, callous woman, she had a soft spot for him. It was important that the viewers could see that, could see that she had weak spots. More importantly, just to see them be vulnerable with one another.

"Your girl, hm? There's a room down the hall with six other girls that are yours too, what's supposed to make me believe I'm so different?" She was teasing him, testing the waters and gauging the level of his commitment to their secret love affair.

You kept your panic internal when you realised you uttered your last words, your features still as relaxed as they had been throughout. Jeff was thoughtful too, the whirl of thought taking place in his eyes. And though you barely knew each other enough for this kind of level of expression fuelled telepathy, you read him anyway. His eyes were wondering whether you were comfortable going ahead, and your slow lean toward his face was your answer. He responded rather fluently, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was meant to be tame and yet hungry, starved, and full. Your eyes fluttered closed, and the feeling of a hand gripping your hip to further pull you in made you all the more eager. Jeff was a good kisser, a real slow and rhythmic kind of guy. Your arms wrapped around his neck just as the script had prompted, and the movements of your mouths lasted a lot longer than you ought to. He placed his other hand on your hip to draw you towards the wall of the trailer and slam you back against it, pressing his chest against yours, positively trapping you. It was when his fingers played with the hem of your lace trim tank top that you realised you weren't acting anymore, and truthfully, you weren't sure you minded. His mouth was on your neck, his teeth making diligent heated nips at your skin, mindful of the fact that you couldn't have any marks showing for the filming of the show. You breathed a shaky, hesitant moan, and Jeff pulled back to yank your top over your head. When he leaned back in to press his lips against yours you gently placed a hand on his shoulder to halt him, and he glanced at you with a mixture of confusion and longing.

"You forgot your line." You hummed teasingly, tilting your head as you playfully chastised him for his mistake.

Jeffrey grinned at you, the lust having corrupted his gaze conveying his true lack of care for continuing with the scene, and that he surely was no longer pretending.

"Whoops, fuck it." He muttered with a sense of impulsivity, and the next thing you knew, your feet were no longer touching the ground.

He lifted you, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist whilst the grip on the underside of your thighs supported your body. The trip to the sofa was brief and rushed, and you fell into the inviting cushions a lot sooner than you thought. Jeffrey was on you in seconds, so fast that you feared you'd forget to breathe. His fingers clambered for the zipper of his black leather jacket, but your words interrupted him.

"Wait. Keep it on, I like it."

Your confession had him raising his brows, a staggered look in his eye as he fiddled with his belt.

"Sure can do, we just can't make a mess of it." He said matter of factly, pulling his now undid belt through the belt loops, and slinging it onto the ground.

You too undid your pants, pulling and shimmying your jeans off until they'd gathered at your calves. You kicked them off, and your panties were discarded shortly thereafter. You were bare besides your bra, totally exposed. When you glanced up at Jeff he'd pulled his boxers down just enough to free himself, his pants still on just in case he was suddenly called to set. You spread your legs to make adequate space for him, and he was more than happy to oblige. He settled into the space you made, placing a hand on your waist as he leaned down to hover over you, the smell of leather and expensive cologne wafting past your nose. Then you felt him, easing in at first, pacing you. Your mouth fell open as your breath hitched, and an embarrassingly breathy moan followed suit. The hand on your hip slightly clenched, gripping you, whilst the other got lost in your hair, sifting through the strands as he eased you through the onslaught of pleasure.

"God, you're so good."

His praise only made you that much more wanton, and his low groans filled your ears afterward. You were in heaven. He was the perfect scene partner, your undeniable chemistry was off the charts, and he was insanely skilled with your body too, something to which you were currently discovering. Jeffrey's thrusts grew harder, faster, a more brutally unforgiving pace as he bottomed you out entirely. His touch was merciless, and your wild and primitive whimpers were positively matched with the way his hips hungrily connected with yours. Your lips smashed together, thankfully muffling some of your noisy and earnest moans. Everything was just bliss. He tasted so good, and he felt incredible. It was as though he knew every inch of your body, and treated it as such. You were intoxicated with him, and the heat pooling in your abdomen only intensified with every thrust. When you could no longer restrain yourself you let go, his lips parting from yours enough to break the kiss but remain brushing, eyes wholeheartedly focused on you as you quivered beneath him. Your rather vocal and intense release was enough to tip him over the edge himself, and he filled you. His throaty groans filled the trailer again, filthy sounds that he hardly made any effort to stifle. You were utterly dazed, still coming down from your high when he lifted you from your place on the sofa in order to turn you towards him, and to lay the back of your head down across his lap. He'd adjusted his pants back to their presentable state, leaving you still nude, panting and splayed across him, but you didn't mind. One hand still stroked through your strands, the other idly planted just below your chest.

"Well, it would seem you've got nothing to worry about when it comes to authenticity. You are beautiful."

Your eyes lit up, and a small smile played on your lips. You parted your lips to respond when a knock on the door of the trailer startled you both, and the sudden sound of a voice from the other side of it.

"Jeffrey, you're needed on set."

A woman politely informed, and he attempted to suppress the disappointment threatening to trace his response.

"Got it, just give me a minute." He called back, a short silence ensuing as the sound of progressively distant footsteps eventually resumed your privacy.

He glanced down at you with a hint of irritation, not at you, but at the situation. He wanted to stay here with you a little longer, at least long enough to make sure you were okay, and to not make it seem so sleazy. But he couldn't. Feeling that he was about to stand up you leaned up, straightening your back as you sat up, and gave him the space necessary to stand. He stood to his feet and smoothed a hand over his somewhat messy hair, the slick that he'd been styled in having gotten ruffled during your spontaneous improv.

"Listen, I'm gonna be shooting through the night, but I've got a room at a hotel not too far from here, same hotel all the others are staying at. It's room 100. Let yourself in, get comfortable, and I'll see you there."

He finished his more demand than a request by rummaging through his pocket until eventually retrieving a set of keys, and he tossed them at you. You caught it with a smile, and you gazed back at him, top teeth dragging flirtatiously against your bottom lip.

"I'll be there." You responded with the hope that you didn't sound too desperate in your enthusiasm, and he took off.

Running your lines with him wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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@ggyweek2024 Day 1: Scars

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After developing a new normal, Tony finally asks Gregory about how he got the scar on his face.

One of the first blaring changes that Tony noticed about Gregory when seeing him again after so long was his scar.

Tony couldnt help but stare when he first saw it. It was thick and jagged, and discolored a darker shade than his skin. It was large, jarring on his face, and travelled from his jaw across his cheek to his nose.

And even after they had the big long talk about everything and discussed and debunked and explained, Gregory never told him how he got the scar.

It took Tony a while to feel normal enough around Greg to go to his house a lot. It's more common than not, now, for Tony to go to Greg's after school and get to know him. The real him.

But through it all, Tony's never gathered the courage to ask Greg about the long jagged line taking up a quarter of his face.

Its been weeks, now, since they reunited. Possibly months, and Tony hasnt asked Greg about it in that long.

Its never felt right to. Even when things were still centered around what happened enough to reveal that much, it had been too soon, and any time afterwards, Tony was just happy to be friends with Greg again. He never wanted to mess up any normalcy and his relationship for Greg to satisfy his own curiosity.

He already learned his lesson about that.

Today's one of the days he goes over to Greg's to hang out. The standard routine continues as normal; Tony bikes to Gregory's house, parks, goes inside and greets Vanessa and Freddy on his way to Greg's room, who both greet him back enthusiastically, and then he goes in.

When Tony enters Gregory's room, he immediately finds him hunched over at his desk. His back is facing Tony, and even from his point of view he can see Gregory's arm moving back and forth in a scribbling motion. He doesnt seem to hear him come in. He's so engrossed in whatever he's drawing he's almost nose to nose with the surface of the desk.

Instinctively, a smile quirks on Tony's face. He shuts the door quietly behind him, and goes over to Greg's chair.

Gregory only seems to notice him when he's in his peripherals. He jolts slightly, eyes widening in suprise, but then hes smiling and setting down his pencil.

"Jeez," Greg chuckles. "You scared me."

"Sorry." Tony replies. The window is open and the blinds are open by Gregory's desk, and it casts a few lines against Greg's face and his paper. Tony switches his gaze to Gregorys latest drawing, and smiles again.

It's some comic centered around Gregory and Freddy taking down a bad guy. The panels are dramatic and scary looking, and Tony notices that near the end of the page, in the right bottom corner, theres a panel where Gregory is completely alone.

He's interrupted by Gregory calling his name.

Tony looks back over, and the sunlight peeking through the blinds somehow manages to cast a perfect halo around the scar on Greg's face. It's like the world somehow knows that Tony's been stewing in curiosity about it lately.

Tony must have been looking at it, because when he tears his gaze away to look at Gregory himself, he shuts his mouth from where he was about to say something and darts his eyes to the side. His hand comes up to his cheek.

"Sorry." Tony says again. He looks at the floor.

One moment, then, "Its okay." Gregory drops his hand after a few seconds of silence. "Did you come over to finish our book? We only have a couple chapters left, I think. I saw that the second series is way longer."

Tony smiles again. "Yeah." He confirms. "Are you reading or am I?"

"You read last time." Gregory gets up from his chair, leaving his comic and colored pencils behind. "I'll do it this time."

Tony still feels bad about making Greg uncomfortable, but Gregory seems to have moved past it. He sighs. "Okay, sure. This is the last book, isnt it?"

"The last in series one." Gregory replies, moving to his bookshelf. Tony watches him go. "Funny how we only started reading because you wanted a reference to start writing first person, and now we're going to start series two."

Tony smiles, knowing why exactly he kept reading for so long. Of course he's inspired by the first person point of view, but theres another reason he likes reading the books so much. "Its a good series."

Gregory plucks the book off of his shelf and makes his way over to his bed. Tony follows him, and they sit side by side, leaning against Greg's pillow as he opens to the bookmarked page.

Tony's on Gregory's right side, meaning that Tony has perfect view of his face scar when he leans down to see the pages clearly. He sighs out his nose, trying his best to ignore it. Greg's obviously uncomfortable with it. He thinks. He doesnt need to tell me. I dont need to know.

While Gregory is finding their last page, Tony thinks about how hes never told Gregory how he got his own face scar. The thin pale line on his right cheek.

But then he remembers that he doesnt need to tell him, because Gregory already knows how Tony got the scar.

"Here." Gregory rips him out of his thoughts, pointing at the page. He clears his throat, and Tony tries to ignore the proximity, and how Gregory's face scar is in his peripherals.

"I looked around to make sure we were alone." Gregory starts reading. "Then I leaned in close and whispered: "My Achilles spot. If you hadn't taken that knife, I would have died.

She got a faraway look in her eyes. Her breath smelled of grapes, probably from the nectar. "I dont know, Percy. I just had this feeling you were in danger. Where...where is the spot?""

The word knife makes Tony think again, even when he tries to pay attention to the story. Tony's own face scar was made by a knife. His eyes dart back to Greg's cheek.

"I wasn't supposed to tell anyone." Greg's voice echoes in his room. "But this was Annabeth. If I couldnt trust her, I couldn't trust anyone.

"The small of my back.""

"Greg." Tony interrupts impulsively, not tearing his eyes away from the discolored line on Gregory's face. Gregory stops reading, twisting his neck to look at him. When Greg looks him in his eyes, Tony switches his gaze to look back. "Uh... can I ask you something?"

Gregory seems to deflate a slight bit, but Tony only notices because he's watching closely.

Greg sighs almost soundlessly, then: "My scar."

Tony jolts, his eyes wide. He glances to the side. "Oh, um--"

"I know that's what you're going to ask about." Gregory interrupts. Tony risks a glance back, the inklings of guilt in his stomach, but Gregory doesn't look angry, upset, or uncomfortable. Just kind of resigned, but in the least worst way. "Its okay."

Gregory shuts the book, only pausing to place the bookmark back in. "Is it okay?" Tony asks. He wouldn't want anyone prying for answers about his face scar. He hopes that Greg wont mind as much because its Tony.

"I see you looking at it all the time." Gregory tells him, shifting in his seat to angle his body so he's fully facing Tony. Tony forces himself to look him in the eye. "I know how you are. It's probably killing you, isnt it?"

Tony tries not to let his jolt show at those choice of words from Gregs mouth, and he nods. "Sorry." He apologizes. "I just--"

"You cant stand not solving a mystery." Gregory interrupts again. He fidgets in his seat. "I get it."

Tony doesnt respond again. He just stares, and watches how Gregory is looking away from him when it falls silent. He looks at how Gregory's face is tilted so the scar is in perfect view for Tony, and how his fingers fidget with the strap of his watch and how his knees seem to tremor ever so slightly.

He waits. In the silence, he can hear the TV in the living room droning on through the walls. He can hear the barely audible exhaust from cars from outside. He can hear his own heartbeat in his chest, and he can feel his own guilt for being excited to be told.

"Its..." Gregory's voice is jarring in the silence. He looks back at Tony, and there are lines under his amber eyes. "Its not a fun story. Might... might remind you of some things."

Gregs eyes had darted to the right side of Tony's face when he said that, and Tony's brows raise. He's suddenly hyper aware of his own face scar.

He looks at Greg's, sharp and large and jagged. It dips in his skin around his jaw, and it makes the skin around his left eye stretch differently. Its darker against his tanned skin, and Tony sighs out. "That's okay."

Tony doesn't notice how Gregory never worried about trusting Tony.

"Vanessa was like me." Gregory jumps right in. "She had a knife, and I just woke up with no memory, and she just..."

He trails off, making a slashing motion with his hand. "I barely got away with my life." He says, his voice slightly wet. "If I was just a little slower..."

His eyes get faraway, and Tony, in between his shock and taking that in, bravely reaches out a hand and sets it on Gregory's fidgeting one.

His hand is warm against Tony's icy fingers, and it's enough to bring him back to reality. He gasps a little, and Tony catches that same expression that he used to think made Gregory look so young a year ago.

Tony doesnt bring up his own scar, because he knows Gregory knows how it came to be. It was from a knife, too, and Tony barely got away with his life.

Greg's other hand has been raised to his face, where he messes with the scar on his cheek. Theres a few fleeting moments where Gregory and Tony look at nothing but eachothers eyes, and it feels like it lasts hours.

Tony sees how Gregory unsubtly looks away from Tony's eyes to his right cheek.

Gregory's fingers twitch under Tony's hand. Tony watches Gregory remove his other hand from his face, reach out, and barely brushing against his skin, poke the spot on Tony's cheek.

"We match." Greg says, soft as silk. He smiles, but it looks pained.

Tony cant find a response in him, he just keeps staring, and realizing for the first time how Gregory's right.

It feels otherworldly, Tony thinks, or fictional, how Tony and Greg somehow have matching scars on their cheeks that are parallel to eachother. It reminds him, boldly, of how Freddy and Bonnie have parallel matching earrings.

But they were designed that way. Tony and Gregory somehow got here by chance. Are they this way because of the worlds design? Is it fate that both their cheeks were marked by that thing?? That the fact that they have scars at all tells that they're still here? That Tony would look in the mirror and stare at the pale line on his face in-between it all to remind himself that it was all real, and his theories weren't far-fetched? That he wasnt going mad?

"I have another," Gregory rips him out of his thoughts, tapping on his hand, and Tony realizes his eyes were unfocusing. "on my stomach."

Tony feels a surge of panic when Greg lifts his shirt, but he looks back from where he averted his eyes to where Gregory is pointing.

Theres a gathering of skin on his stomach. It's long and horizontal, almost diagonal, and discolored like his face scar. It's a line, Tony realizes. A big one. Tony's mouth parts, and he looks at Greg's eyes.

"When I freed her." Gregory looks away. "She got me again."

Tony doesnt respond, he just looks at the bunch of skin on Gregory's stomach. It obviously used to be a stab wound. One of Tony's biggest fears is stab wounds.

He shakes his head, clearing his throat and trying not to stutter. "I have one." Tony says. He shrugs off his jacket, tossing the green corduroy at the end of the bed, and he rolls up the sleeve of his raglan tee.

"Y-- Rab got me." Tony says, pointing at his bicep, where just under his shoulder on the side, theres a thick, long slice. He feels it with his finger, and it dips in the skin, dark like both of Gregory's are. "He tried to stab me in the back, but I dodged."

Greg stares at it for a long time, and his eyes look infinitely more tired.

He eventually shifts, and uses his other hand (the one not beneath Tony's) to move his hair out of the way near his temple. He tucks it behind his ear, pointing at a small scar right at his hairline. Its almost lined up perfectly with the corner of his eye. "One of-- Rabs lenses shattered, once." He explains. "It almost blinded me."

Tony sighs through his nose, feeling his eyebrows furrow.

Theres so many. Gregory has so many scars littered around his body.

Tony squeezes his hand.

He shows Gregory more scars of his, which are few. He eventually gets to the old childhood ones with funny and embarrassing stories attached to them, and he stops giving Greg room to reveal more of his scars. Tony can see little light lines and dots scattered around his arms and hands, and another bigger one peeking from under his shirt sleeve, but Gregory never gets to tell the stories of those. Tony just tells him about how the scar under his chin is from tripping at the pool when he was eight, and that the one on his ankle is from a scooter rearing back at him from a failed trick when he was nine.

Greg doesnt try to unearth all of the scars hes collected again. He just laughs at Tony's stories until tears prick his eyes, and the book sits un-re-opened next to them as the sky darkens outside Gregory's window. The lines under Gregorys eyes recede, and Tony's shirt sleeve starts to fall back down his arm.

Through it all, Tony never moves his hand from on top of Greg's, and Gregory doesnt move his either.

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