#in your twenties everything starts to go wrong and you have no experience yet so it's just

[1eos]

the glorification of your 20s and fear of anything else has got to stop. mainly bc your 20s is quite literally the worst decade of your life the idea that ppl think you peak at 25 has me so sad for them

#in your twenties everything starts to go wrong and you have no experience yet so it's just #ego death after ego death #no way ppl think it's all down hill from here like how BLEAK

[viixenvi]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲 | 18+

Summary: You and Spence have just come back from an amazing date, he watches you undress to change and it makes him very flustered. You notice he has a boner, and since he's not very experienced, you decide to help him through it.

Characters: Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub, oral (M receiving), praise kink, teasing, begging

A/N: Would you all like it if I made another like this but the reader has a mommy kink?

Your feet were killing you, the heels you wore had not been broken in yet so they still felt uncomfortable. It was worth it, the night had gone very well.

Spencer took you out to a very nice restaurant, though you two barely ate any of the food, it was still nice. You both decided it was probably better to have ice cream and walk in the park. Now you were home and Spencer was watching you.

"That was nice, minus the tiny food portions at the restaurant," You joke. Spencer laughs as he takes his shoes off and places them on the floor.

"We should have picked that underwater experience. Did you know they actually show you around twenty different species of sharks? There are more than 500 species all of them having unique characteristics and behaviors." You smile as he explains the types of sharks there are.

He loved talking about sharks, his fixation on them started when you mentioned you like sharks on your first date with him. You adored how much he wanted to impress you with these facts he knew.

"Baby, can you help me with this?" You point to the zipper of your dress. You walk over to where he is sitting and he pulls the zipper down. "Thank you, sweetheart." You see his big grin in the mirror. You can't help but just find him so cute.

His eyes are fixated on you as you slip the dress off. He's seen you naked before but it doesn't stop him from still being mesmerized every time.

"Like what you see?" You tease, pulling your bra off. His face goes red as he looks away.

"Y-You just look very pretty," He admits. He's so flustered and doesn't know what to do other than look at his hands.

You turn towards him, walking up slowly and putting two fingers under his chin. You push up and make him look at you. "What's wrong baby? Why so flustered?"

His eyes look from your lips to your eyes. You smile at him, leaning in and kissing his lips softly. "Do you need help undressing," He asks nervously. You can't help but giggle. He's still nervous to ask you these things like you'd ever say no to him.

You guide his right hand to your panties, pushing two of his fingers on top to pull them down. He watches you do this, waiting for you to guide him more. "Go ahead baby, take them off for me," You whisper, your hand running through his hair.

He bites his bottom lip, pulling your panties down and smiling up at you when they are off and in his hands.

Spencer looks back at your body, everything is in full view and it is all just so captivating. He can't keep his eyes off you, thinking of all the things you can do to him. He's not shy about wanting to be dominated, but he is shy about asking for it.

You radiate dom energy and he loves it, he just wants you to control him. Make him a good boy for you. Now all he can feel is the very obvious bulge in his pants.

"Please," He looks down at his crotch. You follow his gaze and smirk when you see it. You haven't even done anything other than let him help you undress and he's hard.

"Please what baby? I can't help you if I don't know what you need," you tell him, caressing his face with your hand. He leans into your touch and looks up at you.

"Please touch me," He pulls your other hand to his bulge. You are surprised by the action but you still squeeze it. He lets out a small gasp at the new feeling. Now wanting more, he pushes his hips up slightly for more.

Your hand moves from his pants to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. You throw it onto the floor and get on top of him. Your legs are on both sides of him and you are sitting directly over his hard cock that is still covered by his boxers and pants.

He looks at you with love in his eyes, everything you do to him makes him excited and wanting more. Your lips connect with his neck and you kiss down it. His hands are on your hips gripping them while he closes his eyes.

Your lips are soft on his skin as you kiss down his chest. He lets out gasps of air when you get to the space right above his pants. You reach up, unzipping them and getting off of him to pull them down. You easily pull the boxers down as well, leaving him exposed to you.

He watches you, propping himself up by his elbows. You get on your knees and lean against his legs, your hands on his thighs. "You look so pretty, baby," You whisper as you reach over to his hard cock. The pad of your thumb runs over his tip and precum leaks out.

He whines wanting you to touch him even more. You smile at him and wrap your whole hand around his cock. You tease him a bit, slowly pulling your hand up and down his shaft. He can't help but let out moans.

"More," he begs you. You gladly give him what he wants, and you push him down so he's lying back. Your lips meet with his tip and you lick over it just to see his reaction. His body jolts at the new feeling.

You continue, your tongue licking down to the base then all the way back up. He moans as you take in all of his cock, your mouth being warm around him.

His cock hits the back of your throat as you bob your head up and down finding a good pace to stay at. Spencer moans loudly, gripping the sheets as he tries to keep his legs from shaking.

The pleasure is coursing through him, he loves the feeling of your throat tightening around him. He knows he can't take much more before he cums. The feeling built up in his stomach.

You can sense he's close so you pull your mouth off with a 'pop'. Spencer whines at the loss of warmth and pleasure he was just feeling. He wants it back. His hands reach down to his still-hard cock, trying to re-create the feeling you had just taken away from him.

You push his hand away and he gets back on his elbows to look at you. "Why'd you stop?" he asks shyly.

"Should I let you cum?" You ask him. He lets out a whine as your hand goes up and down his shaft. He moans bucking his hips forward as his orgasm is nearing closer.

"Please! Please let me cum!" he begs you desperately. Your mouth meets with his dick again, and you suck on it while pushing down taking it to the base. You tighten your throat around his cock, staying like that for a moment.

That's all Spencer needs before his orgasm hits him with full force. His legs start to shake as he throws his head back with moans filling the otherwise silent room.

His cum hits the back of your throat as you pull your head up. He's gripping the sheets the high of the orgasm still hitting him. When the cum stops shooting out you pull off his cock and stand up.

You sit on his lap, pulling him in for a kiss. The cum in your mouth is being pushed into his as you pull away from the sloppy kiss. Spencer's eyes are still foggy, he's in a little bit of a haze from having an orgasm, this was only his third time ever.

"Such a pretty boy," You whisper to him, admiring his face. He blushes, pushing his face against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fandom #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid smut #smut #criminal minds smut #dom reader #sub spencer reid #viixenvi

[bangficsx]

DON'T GO TO STRANGERS

CHAPTER 1

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Genre: slow burn, romance, angst, smut, college setting, corrupt families, revenge, bodyguard, lots of parties, reckless hookups, denial, etc

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Warnings : consensual protected sex, slight mention of masturbation

As the flight takes off, Jungkook's arm shakes matching with the turbulence of the airplane. He closes his fists tightly trying to calm himself and takes a deep breath.

It's not the turbulence that causes his anxiety, it's fuelled by the uncertainty of the mission he is leaving his country for.

He has protected far more dangerous things than you, and been rewarded greatly yet he feels as if nothing he does will ever suffice to efface the doubts of those who don't believe in him.

He knows he's capable but this time what he's supposed to protect is a living, breathing person with her own will and ability to move around. It's you. He's being sent to Harwell to protect you.

Sitting on the seat behind yours, it's difficult for him to catch a glimpse of you. The sitting arrangement had been meddled with deliberately to have you in close proximity to him.

He hears you talk after the take-off with the guy that sits beside you. If he tries to focus he can hear the conversation that you two have going on.

You talk about your bachelor's subjects then why you have chosen to do a master's, and what your plans are for after you get the degree. Soon the conversation segues into things like dating and exes and quickly becomes NSFW.

"Morning sex or night sex?" You ask him and he titters before answering. Says it's different on different days and situations.

A blonde guy sits beside Jungkook on the aisle seat who leans over to the front, and says, "Hoseok look at this bro" he shows him something on his phone and the guy beside you laughs.

"Crazy humour" He settles back in his place.

Jungkook side glances at him before looking away. He's not shy and wants to stay away from becoming too attached to people because he's not here for the college experience but on a mission.

"Read this" Jimin turns the phone towards Jungkook's face. It's some webtoon panel that has a scene so freaking funny Jungkook wants to roll on the floor laughing. He somehow manages to just let out a little giggle.

"You also going to Harwell for uni?" Jimin asks keeping his phone face down on his thigh. Feels an urge to befriend this guy who sits beside him. He can't fathom why the cool looking guy is keeping quiet.

"Yeah, master's." Jungkook answers. He makes sure to not tell him too much about himself.

"Me too" Jimin smiles. "Psychology," he adds.

"Sociology," Jungkook replies. Bites his tongue, to punish himself for talking again when he didn't even ask.

"Where did you get your bachelor's from?" Jimin asks. Jungkook utters a curse in his mind, wanting to yet not wanting to continue the conversation.

"Yonsei," he answers. Knows the guy's gonna be like oh you must be so smart but he hates how he didn't really deserve it, and went there as a result of nepotism and power misuse.

They talk about some other things before becoming silent.

Jungkook can still hear you talk with Hoseok. His assumptions start to break down into little pieces slowly and slowly. With each line that he hears, another fact about you reveals itself to him, he feels how wrong he was.

Thinks he'd underestimated you. You weren't all that naive and reserved. He could tell that much with the way you were openly flirting and talking about anything and everything with Hoseok.

Your father had portrayed you as an innocent delicate doll-like creature in his descriptions. Jungkook had ignored the fact that fathers barely come to terms with their daughters growing up.

If your father could control it all he would still like to have you as a five-year-old throwing pretend tea parties in your princess-themed bedroom.

But you aren't five anymore, you're twenty years and five months. You graduated college with honours and finally got the ticket out of your father's house after an ugly fight with him.

Two years of your adulthood, you spent still bound by your father's rules. Now you were out, ready to live your life on your own terms.

You want what your friends had, which you had to struggle to get, freedom, and independence. You want to enjoy your youth that only lasts an hour.

Now it dawns upon Jungkook all at once, if you've been able to do things hidden from your father, what you would do now that you are going away?

You already have the boy by your side being all giddy and needy for you.

He realises his hands are full. It's gonna be almost impossible to keep an eye on you at all times.

You and Hoseok watch a movie together. None of you say it out loud, but it's like a date in very peculiar surroundings. You had just met him in the waiting area. Found that you two had adjacent seats. And he took it from there, his friendly demeanour soon blended with his attraction for you. You are everything he likes in his women.

Your excitement for a new beginning withers away when you grow tired of the slow-moving time, your body feels cramped, butt numb from sitting for so long. Even after a trip to the restroom, it doesn't go away.

Hoseok drifts off to sleep as you choose to read a book after the movie ends. Your father had insisted on getting you a business class seat but you insisted on getting the economy class experience like other students who were headed to the same destination as you.

It is a government-funded programme. Your parents could easily pay for the expenses but you don't want to take anything anymore from them.

Jungkook had gotten his place again through corrupt practices just like his undergraduate programme. Only going there to protect you. He did get to choose a subject of his liking. Concluded that if he were doing a degree, he'd rather study something he likes and actually learn a little.

He stands and politely wakes Jimin up to go to the bathroom. As he passes by, your gaze falls upon him.

You wish for a second, he'd been the one to sit beside you. The tattoo sleeve and the piercings only amplify how perfect he is.

You watch as he walks away, observing his broad shoulders, his veiny hands, his shiny nose, his starry eyes, and his silky hair. He stands out.

Then your gaze falls back upon the guy who sits beside you. He's perfect in his own way. He made you laugh like you hadn't in years. Talking with him was better than many other dates you have had.

You do happen to like him but he doesn't ignite that burning desire in you which that other guy had just threatened to.

You don't notice but when he comes back to his seat. He glances at you too. Tries to stop his brain from recalling your face again and again.

He noticed too much than he intended to just in that one glance towards you. Your dark orbs, long hair, slender neck and perfectly manicured hands that flipped through the pages of the book you are reading.

The long-haul flight finally comes to a stop as you reach the land where you are going to live for a while and make memories, learn from mistakes and gather life-changing experiences.

As you walk out following behind Hoseok, a little fluffy bunny face charm that was tied to the strap of your backpack, falls off. You walk away ignorant of it.

Jungkook picks it up and reads the letters written on it in handwriting that seems to belong to a child — ROMI.

"Romi" He calls after you pretending to assume that it is your name.

You don't hear him at first but when he calls again, you're standing numb at your spot, confused and startled at who is saying that name. It isn't a common name at all.

It's the name that your little sister gave to her bunny charm.

Jungkook walks up to you and says, "This fell" he hands it to you.

"Oh, how did this..." You are confused wondering how it was there. Then assume your sister must've tied it to your backpack while playing.

"It's not my name. This bunny is called Romi," you tell him. His lips curl up into a small smile.

You notice that the queue ahead of you has already cleared up and quickly run ahead.

A bus takes you to the campus where you are welcomed and shown around a little.

A university representative counts all the students who have arrived and checks the details on your documents with the ones that all of you have provided with your application.

All the students receive their student IDs and a booklet containing necessary details about classes and the campus.

Soon after all the boring things end, you finally go to the apartment that your father had arranged for you.

After a nice shower, being jet-lagged you decide to take a nap. You lay in your bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about how you were finally free. Obviously, you have to study hard but your freedom is exciting.

You don't have to worry about getting too drunk anymore, worry about how far a party is, look at the clock in fear you'll get home late or the worst, rush sex. You've had your share of sex but they've only been hookups so far. You know how much dedication and time, committing to somebody takes. And you just didn't have the liberty before.

Now you're ready to play the field. Find who you want to be with or who you definitely do not want to be with.

When you wake up and grab your phone to dismiss the alarm that was ringing, you find notifications from a text chain titled Oliver's Party.

Your number must've been shared by Hoseok.

The guy had sent details about a party at his apartment in the evening. He had asked for a response from whoever wanted to come.

You quickly type a Me!, thrilled by the idea of a party. Finally, an opportunity to enjoy yourself to the fullest.

You look at the other members of the group, there are some recognizable faces that you saw at the campus, then you find him. Him. The guy who sat behind you on the plane. The guy with a tattoo sleeve and a lip piercing.

You get to know his name, Jeon Jeongguk, it says on the screen.

His profile has a picture of him, a selfie with him pouting and making a peace sign.

You look at the picture for far too long than you know is appropriate. Stare at his lips and his doe eyes.

You shake your head goin back from his profile to the group chat and check the new texts. He hasn't replied so he might not be coming. He did seem a bit of a reserved type of guy to you. You didn't hear him talk too much, just once or twice with Park Jimin, he even denied Hoseok when he offered him chocolate, who is actually the type you think most people would like to talk to.

More than a guy, you also feel the need of a girlfriend when you are unable to decide what dress you should wear to the party. After getting into some and tossing them away, you finally opt for a white slightly oversized t-shirt and black skirt to be paired with boots.

You comb your hair nicely before you pick your purse up to leave. Switching off the lights, you check your phone for updates on the cab you had booked. You lock your door properly before going down the stairs.

There's an apartment across the hall from yours. You wonder who lives there. Most units in the building are occupied by students from nearby universities or young people who are singles.

When you reach your location, you find a group of girls moving inside together. They seem to be best friends, must've been together before they came here.

You don't wanna become part of a group because then you'll always be treated like an outsider somebody who doesn't know the fun times from the past or the inside jokes.

You want a loner who won't have many others to talk to. Somebody who if you lend an ear to them would lend one back to you.

You went through a friendship breakup at seventeen. She was your best friend since middle school. You only realised how one-sided it was once you grew older.

You heard her ran about her problems even at 2 am with full attention but if you told her about yours, she would make some excuse and change the topic or cut the call or pretend that she was busy.

You look around as you enter the house. You find those recognizable faces present, chattering away in different corners. Then your eyes fall on Hoseok.

He stands with a drink in his hands and a grin on his face. The people around him laugh. You recognise the blonde guy that was sitting beside Jeongguk.

You walk straight to him. Nervous about talking to strangers.

"Hoseok," You tap his shoulder and he turns towards you with a smile.

"Oh hey" He gleams when he finds you.

"I was waiting for you. Saw your text saying you wanted to come," You nod.

"Everybody came except Jungkook," Jimin says.

"Isn't it Jeongguk?" You ask. Thinking he must've gotten it wrong.

"Yeah, but he said he goes by Jungkook amongst friends," Jimin tells you.

"Oh," you tilt your neck slightly. He offers you a drink which you accept.

Taking a sip, you make small talk with them.

Your eyes wander, scanning the room for a girl you might want to befriend. After a few minutes pass by, you find someone.

You walk upto her as she stands near the counter where drinks were kept. You pour beer for yourself. One could take as much or as less as they want.

She turns towards you when you stand by her side. Hesitates before she asks, "Are these all alcoholic? I don't drink," she says.

"Oh no, they do have fruit beer. It's non alcoholic," you tell her.

"By the way, I'm Teja. Political science. And you?" She asks. You smile at her as she introduces herself. You can understand the hesitancy and nervousness in her tone because you feel the same emotions too.

You tell her about yourself and talk about some other stuff. Both of you share about your previous educational qualifications and other interests.

Soon you get her into the informal stuff. Ask her what she thinks about Hoseok. Her thoughts match yours. He's a decent guy, seems respectful and loveable.

You excuse yourself and go near him. He excuses himself too. The two of you stand in a corner to talk.

He tells you about how he met Jimin. They'd been in the same university, different majors but met through mutual connections and ended up applying and getting selected in the same uni for master's.

You think how lucky he is to have a friend accompanying him. It can be scary alone. It is for you somewhat, but you mentally prepared for months.

"I wanted you to come to the party so bad," He says.

"I knew you shared my number," you say and he agrees, nodding.

Hoseok keeps leaning closer and closer as you two talk. For a second, you fall silent, he looks in your eyes before he takes the final lean in and closes the gap.

His lips are on yours, you gently bite on his lower lip when you feel his tongue trying to push inside your mouth. You let him.

With his tongue in your mouth, you are pulling him in, grabbing his hair. His hand rests on your waist. He pulls back slowly. Looks at you. He's breathless.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asks getting all sorts of ideas he wants to execute.

You bite your lower lip before you nod.

"Before Jimin sees... let's go." He swiftly takes you outside. Asks, "mine or yours?"

"Mine," you answer. You trust him a little but not so much to be able to go sleep with him at his place. It's just the way you were brought up, you're always trying to protect yourself even when you are trying to have fun.

The cab ride to yours is silent, he passes a playful smile at you a couple times but mostly you two look out the windows, trying to learn and adapt yourself to the names of thed streets and such.

He rests his hands on your waist when you unlock your door. Turns you towards himself, once you two are inside and the door is locked.

"You are sure about this right? I mean you are a bit drunk so," He scratches behind his ears as he speaks.

"Hoseok, you have my full consent. I wanted to do it since before I got drunk." You reveal the secret to him. He smirks before kissing you.

Hoseok isn't the type to just sleep with anyone without knowing anything at all about them. It helps him that he does know something about you. Knows that the university does background checks and everything.

He isn't wanting to have sex with you just for the sake of sex, but because he likes you. Likes you far more than he should. Someone he's met less than twenty four hours ago.

There's just something about you that strikes right. You're just his type.

After a good amount of time spent kissing and stroking, you get down to business.

You're too aroused already. Thinking about how you don't have to rush anything. If you decide you can lay with him in bed later.

More so thinking about if he's gonna be the first guy to give you an orgasm. You always have to leave before it happens.

This time you don't have to.

It's not that you are a complete stranger to an orgasm, you have given yourself uncountable.

You look down at his cock wrapped with the condom. He's long, not as thick but long. You know he's better than the guys you've been with before when he asks you for consent again.

He's so sweet, you press a kiss on the tip of his nose. You pull your skirt up as you align yourself with him. He's sat on the chair by your study desk. You can't believe you're doing this here before you got the chance to sit on it and learn something.

Truth remains, you are here more for other things than studying. You know you'll do that too, because you are you. You are always on top of your work. Ace your exams. Complete assignments always at time. And once you start studying a topic, you don't stop until your brain can barely take in more information about it.

Hoseok moans as you slowly start to grind. It's been a while since he's had sex. Still he manages well to not just trip over the edge too soon. You feel good, too good. Your pussy, tight and warm.

There's a small square-shaped glass pane on the wall behind your desk. It gives a narrow view of the hall outside your room. It's one-way glass, meaning nothing can be seen from the outside but you can see a red colored view of the outside world.

The door across the hall opens and a guy steps out. You immediately recognise the tattoos that adorn his arm. He stands with his back to the wall and lights up a cigarette.

His all black outfit suits him better than the denim combo he was wearing earlier. He looks sexy when he pushes his hair back. Even sexier when he blows smoke out. You notice the flex of his jaw as he sucks in. His eyes have a hint of danger to them which has you clenching your jaw.

Well, something else clenches too, has Hoseok groaning, biting on your shoulder. Your pace increases as you finally feel yourself getting closer to a climax. And what's making it happen... you'd rather not acknowledge it.

You can barely believe he lives across the hall. Wish he is just visiting a friend. If he actually does, then you reckon, it's gonna be hell living in this apartment for you.

He stands there not just to smoke a cigarette. He knows that you've got a guy inside with you. He knows the guy's gonna leave. He's counting minutes before he'll have to make up something to check if you're still alive.

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[misspearly1]

Yours

Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader) 

Summary: Feeling one particular emotion at the wrong time and place, how does it affect the friendship between you and your fellow survivor Joel Miller? Your only good friend and trusted ally amongst a group of twenty, who remains oblivious of your silent crush - how does the man react when you're running away from packs of Hunters and you are… aroused. 

WC: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Smut. Hunters doing hunter shit (no one gets hurt). Little bit of angst (With a happy ending of course). Unprotected PIV sex in a risky, unsafe location. Oral. (M receiving) Face fucking, deep throating. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Slight Ownership Kink possibly? Breast/Nipple play. And lastly, lots of fluff. 

AN: Yass, I’ve missed writing out oneshots and really enjoyed exploring this short story. It’s nice to take a break and use a different era/setting, so I hope ya’ll enjoy this as much as I did. (May pick it back up in the future, idk yet) <33

Emotions are a funny thing right? They’re just feelings, a chemical synapse in your brain responding to everything around you in some type of way - they’re funny to you because you can’t explain those feelings sometimes, and this is one of those times where you can’t explain why or how you feel the way you do. 

The harrowing experience in which you are going through right now is just like every other day in this dark world; passing through a town, and surprise surprise, you get ambushed, split up from your group and therefore have to fight your way out. Same shit, different day.

This would count as the third time it has happened in the last four month traveling on the open road with your small group of survivors, and honestly, you’re starting to get used to it.  

The Lakeside Lodges used to be your camp once upon a time, but just like every other camp as it seems, it fell to the hands of Infected and you all had to move on. Your fellow survivors aren’t all that bad, there are a few questionable people of course, there always are, but the vast majority are safe to be around, and besides, you can take care of yourself if any one of them tries to overstep. 

The rules are as follows; no stealing, no fighting or killing each other and if you see something first, it’s yours. You just have to yell it out like the boss can hear you - and so far, there hasn't been any push back with those rules set by Deacon - the leader of the group. He does a decent job at keeping the rowdy ones in line and a lot of people look up to him. Not you, but mostly the men in your group. 

They respect him, but you, on the other hand, respect his sister. You don’t dislike Deacon, but you don’t exactly place him on a pedestal like the others do. If anyone should be in charge, then it should be his sister Melissa, or maybe Joel Miller. Truthfully, Melissa would be the better choice and the only reason you nominate Joel is because you have a crush on him. He has leadership material for sure, but he’s not interested in leading twenty people into a new world. 

And you know this because you’re his only friend, well, sort of. You annoyed him enough to give in and open up a little, but not too much. The man is overall a quiet person, keeps himself to himself and doesn’t bother anybody. Initially you thought he did that to avoid a fight, but after seeing him fight on many occasions now, you know it’s because he could quite easily kill any man in this group, therefore he doesn’t get involved with anyone to avoid making a mistake that gets him banished. 

Today is day three of your hellish escape out of this town with groups of hunters and the dead around every corner, but lucky for you, Joel was at your side when your group got scattered. You weren’t on your own, which would seriously lessen your odds of survival, but the reason you are having a meltdown right now is because of that one emotion you feel during a time like this. Arousal - you are aroused, and that’s why it’s so damn funny to you. 

It’s funny because it’s confusing and silly. You should be terrified for your life right now. Joel and you ducked into a hotel with Hunters hot on your heels, but the way the man was grabbing at your arm, pushing you in front of him, as if shielding you from any harm, was driving you up the wall. Why? Why does this guy, who is so quiet and doesn’t get involved with anyone, stick his neck out for your safety? 

You assume that it’s because he cares. In his own little ways maybe, but it’s in moments like this where you really get to catch a glimpse of how far you and Joel have come together. It’s called friendship, people that you can trust. And Joel is your friend, but boy do you want it to be more than that. You want him to take you in his arms, seal his lips over your with a fervent kiss then fuck you senseless. Stop thinking about him like that! Now is not the time! You yell inside. 

“Keep movin’, girl.” Joel urges you forward quickly, but carefully too so you don’t trip and fall. “Keep going, just keep going.” He repeats and your mind thinks of him saying those words in an entirely different scenario. Sighing frustration, you needed to get a grip of yourself and act proper, especially at a time like this when you can hear the Hunters boots ascending the stairwell. There’s only five of them, easy numbers to take, but Joel seems adamant to put space between you both and them for some reason. 

Upon reaching the end of the hall, he looks into the empty rooms and sees that one of them has a giant hole in the ceiling. “Alright, up there.” He ushers inside fast. “We’ll lose them up here.” 

“Joel-” You try to protest, finding reason for his absurdly different fight tactics. “-Why are we trying to lose them? We should fight.” 

“Not now, Y/N.” He brushes you off, then forcefully turns you around to face the cabinet underneath the hole. Gasping from the contact of his hands boosting you up by your ass, suddenly you don’t feel the need to protest anymore and love his new fight tactics. Jesus! That small amount of contact was sparking pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. 

Turning around and reaching out for him, he climbs the cabinet with ease and takes your hand to be pulled up through the hole, however he loses his footing and causes you both to stumble backwards, the action pushing your breasts into his chest as his thigh jams between your legs. “Oh!” You moan, and your cheeks instantly begin to burn, however Joel doesn’t pay any attention to it. 

“Shit, that was my bad. Are you hurt or good to keep moving?” He asks, completely oblivious to the fact you had just breathed a moan into his face, enjoying the contact of his leg grinding against your core. “Y-yes.” You stutter, hoping to keep your silly emotions hidden from him.  “I’m good. Let’s move.” 

Moving out of the room and into the hallway at a slow pace, you could hear the Hunters searching for you and Joel on the floor below, however there was a much more prevalent danger lurking on this floor. Infected were standing dormant, awaiting stimulus in their surroundings. “Oh shit.” Joel grunts softly, pulling you close to him and dipping into another empty room. 

As much as you like how protective he was being right now, it wasn’t like him and you had enough. “What is wrong with you?” You ask, trying to reason with him. “We’re putting ourselves into more and more danger here. We need to kill the threats and get out of here.” 

“Y/N - not now.” Joel persists, gesturing with his hand to get you to stop prying. “You wouldn’t understand anyways, darlin’.” 

“Understand what?” Asking him another question, even though you can visually see that he is pissed off, you felt comfortable enough with the man to know he wouldn’t direct that anger at you, but he doesn’t answer. Watching him look around the room for anything he can use to fight with, you watch the man you’ve seen fight enemies with his bare hands look frantic and distressed. It was worrying. 

Why is he so worried? You wonder. We’ve been in worse situations before. After hearing the distant sounds of Hunters climbing through the hole you and Joel climbed through, he looked at you with heavy eyes. His expression cycled through the emotions, as if there were too many to handle all at once. “Jesus, Joel.” You whisper, shaking your head at him. “Talk to me, what is wrong with you right no-”

“I don’t want to lose you!” He yells - actually yells, not caring about who or what he alerts. An imaginary gust of wind blows through the room between you and Joel as you just stand there, staring at him. Those words drifted around the room, clung to the air and held a heavy amount of weight. He doesn’t want to lose me? Your eyes widen with the meaning of that statement. A smile on your lips appears. That imaginary weight hanging in the balance drops and love wraps itself around your body like a warm blanket. Joel doesn’t want to lose you, because he loves you. 

Gliding across the room, your lips crash onto his in a searing kiss as you push him backwards. The sounds of Hunters fighting Infected fading out in the background as you push him into a closet. Joel pushes back, but only far enough to reach for the doors and close them, completely encasing you in darkness, wrapped up in his big, strong arms, wrapped up in his love. 

“Y/N.” He groans your name in a whisper, a soft breathy sigh, hinted with desperation. Fighting for leverage by grabbing your hips, the man pulls you into him as he bucks his hips forward, showing his dire need in this exact moment. Silly, silly emotions in a time like this, but it’s apparent that you’re not the only one with untimely emotions. Joel is hard, painfully hard, it’s currently poking into your lower stomach. And you - you are soaked through with desire. 

“Joel.” Breaking off from his passionate kiss, you hold a finger to his lips and whisper. “Stay quiet, handsome.” You plant a kiss on the corner of his lips then fall to your knees, the action drawing out a shaky ‘fuck me’ from him before he tosses his head back, biting the back of his hand. Your delicate hands roam the expanse of his clothed crotch, palming his bulge with intention before working the belt buckle open. 

Wishing that he could see you within the darkness of this small space, Joel focuses on your touch and pictures your beautiful face behind his closed eyes. The zipper to his jeans open and his cock springs free, audibly slapping his stomach. He breathes heavily with anticipation, feeling you pull his jeans down until they pool around his ankles, and then, your warm breath fans over him. The sensation of your soft lips and shallow breath trailing up his inner thigh making his cock twitch, you stop at his hip and plant a kiss on the skin. 

“Y/N - please.” Pleadings choking up his throat, he can physically feel you smiling into the kiss on his other hip before you reassure him. “We’ll get there, baby.” You say sweetly while dragging your tongue up his rock hard cock then back down again. “I want to take my time with you.” 

“I'm afraid we won’t have enough time, darlin’.” He grunts, still biting the back of his hand to muffle his moans, however he couldn’t stop the sharp gasping noise he made when your lips landed on his balls. You took the sac in your mouth, swirled your tongue around and very carefully sucked, just enough pressure that it was all pleasure for him. “Goddammit!” His growl hums through his hand, biting the flesh so hard it was close to drawing blood. “When the time comes, girl.” Joel's voice whispers down from above, laced with warning. “When the time comes, you’ll feel my payback for days, darlin’.” 

“Oh, I look forward to it.” You moan, then correct yourself. “In fact, I’m desperate for it, Joel. I’m desperate for you.” Licking a path up his cock again, this time you give the man what he so dearly wants and take the head of him your mouth, extracting a pornographic noise from his lips. You hum eagerly when burying your face into the hairs of his mound, holding yourself there for a few seconds before pulling back with an obscene gasp for air. 

“Show me how desperate you are, Joel.” You heave a silent request for him to take over, to fuck your face like he owns your mouth like it’s his own personal warm hole. “Take me, baby - I’m yours.” You mewl, practically begging him. It was disgraceful of you, on your knees with your mouth open, ready for him. 

“My pleasure, doll.” Joel grunts before threading his fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly before thrusting his cock inside your mouth. You choked, feeling the tip of his prod the back of your throat in the most delicious way. There was no time to wait and so he began fucking your mouth at a steady pace, giving you a break for air each time he pulled his hips back. “Play with yerself, babydoll.” He groans through gritted teeth, eyes rolling to the back of his head from the wet glucking noise of you taking him whole every time. “Go on, get that pussy ready for me, Y/N.” 

Moaning around him, the bliss-filled tears stain your cheeks as you slip your hand down your body and inside your jeans fingers landing directly over your clit. You jolt from the delectable sensation and coat your fingers with your slick before delving two inside your quivering hole. “Oh that’s it, darlin’. Good girl.” Joel praises, smiling from the sounds he could hear. “You’re drenched, I can hear that wet little pussy, baby.”

Moaning again, you nod when he buries your face into his mound and Joel keeps you there while using his other hand to palm your breasts through the fabric. “Know how many times I caught myself staring at these? Huh?” He asks, then pinches your nipple, drawing out a cry from you. “Oh, there she is.” He mocks a sickly sweet compliment. “There’s my girl.” 

Hips pulling back to give you a break for air, Joel twists his body and brings you with him, now with your back placed to the wall. “Keep those open.” He kicks your feet apart, then warns. “You’re gonna take my load, baby. I’m close.” You manage to utter a teasing reply before he forcefully opens your mouth and buries his cock inside again, muffling your moans of pleasure. 

Sampling a taste of him, you swallowed beads of pre-cum and used your other hand to cup his balls, fondling them gently to get him there. You jaw aches and the back of your throat felt bruised, but if you could, you’d allow Joel to fuck your mouth mercilessly for as long as he possibly wanted. His pleasure is yours, and although you like receiving, you love to give a whole lot more. Just hearing him grunting above and feeling his hips snap forward was driving you over the edge into the pools of ecstasy. You wish you could see his cock, but just feeling him in your mouth suggests that the stretch is going to be impressive when the time comes. 

“Shit!” He breathes sharply, resting his forearm against the wall while fucking your mouth. He slipped his hand behind your head, protecting you from the contact as his pace picks up. “Oh God. I’m gonna cum. Holy shit, holy shit! Baby, I’m cumming!” Joel yells, bursting ropes of his warmth on your tongue and you gulp it back, emptying your mouth to take more. The noise of your actions was loud, you could hear it yourself and you knew Joel could too. He even praised it. “Yes, baby, yes. Keep going, just like that.” He cries, thighs jerking from the sensitivity. “Take it all, Y/N. Nnugh! Good girl, there we go.” 

Pulling back and only hearing you catch your breath from below, Joel does the same and breathes through the aftermath of his orgasm. He misses the sight of your face, hates the darkness in this closet that keeps him from seeing you. Nothing outside this small space could be heard and he takes a gamble that the danger has disappeared. Standing up straight, he kicks the door open behind him with his foot and light floods the room. And he didn’t think you could look any more sexy than what you are. 

Sitting on the floor with your knees to your chest, spread out with your hand inside your jeans, where there was a clear damp patch in the crotch area, but your face…Oh God, your face drives him - a sound minded man - absolutely stir crazy with hunger for more. A mixture of his cum and your spit smeared across your chin, your pretty eyes blotchy with tears as your cheeks blossom red - you look beautiful. Beautiful and desirable. “Oh.” You say, crooking one eyebrow with a smirk on your lips. “Looks like someone isn’t finished yet.” 

Looking at his growing cock, it hardened again and you were right, he isn’t finished. Not at all. “C’mere.” He whispers softly, reaching down to help you off the floor. Kissing you on the lips while walking backwards until he meets the base of a bed, Joel slips his hands to your front and impatiently opens up your jeans. The man didn’t even wait until they were at your feet before sliding his cock through your slit, coating himself with your desire. The position was something you’ve never done before, he was rolling his hips forward, using your thighs that were squeezed together to give him pleasure, which was stimulating your clit. 

“I need you.” He mumbles into your mouth, desperate to feel your warmth wrap around him. “Take your shirt off, baby. I’ve fantasized about how your boobs look for too long.” 

Taking your shirt off along with your bra, Joel wastes no time with ducking his head down and taking your pert nipple into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive skin harshly with a gentle bite. “Joel!” You mewl. Tossing your head back as he grunts like some wild animal chasing his own high. Dropping an arm to your leg, he brings it up high, spreading you apart so he can take what he really wants. A broken whine escapes you as he inserts the tip of him inside, round and bulbous, stretching you open nicely for what's to come next. 

“I don’t ever want to lose you.” Joel repeats his statement from earlier, burying himself to the hilt inside your heat. Relishing in your moans of pleasure as you clench around him, he presses his forehead to yours and whispers. “That’s why we’re leaving the group. We’re never going back to them - they’re gonna get us killed and I can’t lose you, darlin. I can’t.” 

“Joel.” You sigh a breath of relief. After planting a kiss on his lips, joy floods your chest with a smile spreading across your lips. You look him in the eyes, feeling his warmth inside of you, wrapping you up in his love, and therefore bringing you to repeat your statement from earlier too. “I’m yours, Joel.” 

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[child-of-the-nights]

You holding them while they fall asleep part 2

Lotr and The Hobbit characters x Reader

Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You comfort them after a long day and they fall asleep in your arms

Featured: Elrond, Kili, Fili, Aragorn, Gimli 

Previous part: Thranduil, Thorin, Legolas, Bilbo, Tauriel

Warnings: mention of near death experience, mention of death, mention of vomit (only in a joke) 

- Gender neutral reader -

Elrond:

It came as no surprise that Elrond worked a lot. You were pretty much used to it at that point. But even if he was busy, Elrond made sure to come to bed while you were still awake to get to spend some time with you. Sometimes he returned to his work but most of the time he slept alongside you.

This night however, he was unable to finish his work in time. He was far too stressed to think and he felt like his head was going to explode. The ring was yet to be destroyed, Arwen, his own daughter, wanted to leave for a mortal man, and to top it all off, Elrond had to look out for his people. The pressure was just too much for him to handle. 

So he sat in his study, staring at the papers yet his mind was elsewhere. Elrond sighed before putting down his pen. He knew that if he couldn’t get anything done then he should probably retire for the night.

Only when he saw you sleeping form on your shared bed did he realise how long he’d been in his study. He attempted quietly sitting down as to not startle you but the exhaustion got the better of him. 

“Elrond?” you asked as soon a you opened your eyes. He sent you a reassuring smile before taking off his boots. After setting them on the floor he turned to you with tired eyes. 

He sighed as he moved closer to you, finally wrapping his arms around your sleepy form. You started stroking his hair as he buried his face in your neck. 

“Is everything okay, melethronen (my beloved)?” you whispered after pressing a kiss on his forehead. 

“Yes, melethen (my love), be at rest now.”

You knew something was wrong but you were smarter than to press a topic he didn’t wish to talk about. 

Elrond pressed a kiss to your neck before wishing you good night. You returned the endearment and closed your eyes. It didn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep as you both were exhausted. 

Kili: 

Oh god Kili was just so tired. He nearly lost his life twice, nearly lost his brother and uncle, had to go to war for his home and so on. He just wanted to rest and once everything was over, he finally could. 

He quietly excused himself after saying goodbye to Bilbo and took you with him. You were confused for a second of course; you thought he would rather enjoy feasting with the rest of the dwarves. But Kili had other ideas. 

Kili took you to a quiet room, where he placed something soft on the floor and sit down on it, patting the place next to him. You chuckled as you sat down and he immediately pulled you to the floor. So now you were both lying there. 

He placed his head on your chest and you began playing with his hair. It wasn’t until you’ve been there for at least twenty minutes he finally decided to explain why he dragged you here. 

“I’m really tired, amrâlimê (my love).” he whispered. “This journey was long and exhausting.”

“I know but it’s over now” you pressed a kiss on his head, “and we get to rest for as long as we wish.”

Kili smiled a little as he looked up at you. The admiration and love in his eyes were enough for you to understand that no matter what you have to go through, you will always have each others’ back. Even if that something is war or a bunch of orcs trying to kill you.

He turned his head back hugged you a little tighter. You chuckled and closed your eyes. You could feel how Kili slowly started to relax in your arms. 

Because of how exhausted you were from your shared journey, you two fell asleep very quickly. Of course, people came to look for you but when they saw you sleeping, they left without a word. Fili did end up teasing his brother about it though. 

Fili: 

Even though you’ve been traveling for some time now, you still weren’t anywhere near Erebor. You knew from the beginning that the journey was going to last for a long time, yet you became rather sick of constantly wandering. 

Fili couldn’t blame you for it as he felt the same. He wanted to get Erebor back with his entire being but the journey was so long and tiring. What he missed the most was probably spending time with you. It’s not that you were separated now but Fili wanted some alone time with his beloved. 

After succesfully running into trolls, orcs and literally everything else, he felt oddly relaxed when they could settle down for the night. You didn’t get much of a chance for a peaceful night so he found it sort of weird. 

But he snatched you away from everyone to sit in a quiet corner. You didn’t do much there as both of you were too tired to even talk but you did listen to the stories the other dwarves and Bilbo had to share. Occasionally you would even laugh when the little hobbit said funny. 

“If this wasn’t a mission to get the mountain back, I would simply think we are out here to camp.” you commented. “It is rather cozy if you ignore the fact that we are chased by every being in Middle-Earth.”

“The elves aren’t chasing us.” he shrugged. “Not yet at least.”

“Should I be concerned of whatever you wish to do to change that?”

“Of course not, amrâlimê (my love).”

By his short answers, you could tell that Fili was exhausted so you just sighed and started stroking his hair. You could practically feel him melt under your touch. 

Soon you could hear his quiet snores. You gently pressed a kiss to his forehead as you got comfortable enough to fall asleep. It took you some time (thanks to the loud laughter near you) but you did manage to follow Fili to the land of dreams.

Aragorn:

Aragorn was used to fighting and you were too. No matter if you knew how to fight before you met Aragorn or not, you had no other choice but to learn. Aragorn made sure that nothing would happen to you, of course, but there were powers even him couldn’t protect you from. 

That being said, you traveled around Middle-Earth with him. He took you to a bunch of places. You were able to learn about a lot of different cultures. Especially while you were in Rivendell with Aragorn. 

But constantly moving and fighting did take it’s toll on you. When you finally had time to rest, you didn’t hesitate to do so. Aragorn on the other hand had some other business to attend to. 

While he was out, you decided to take a long awaited nap. You could feel the tension leave your muscles as you lied down. With a sigh you closed your eyes and almost immediately fell asleep. You only woke up to the sound of Aragorn entering the room. 

When you opened your eyes you saw the slouched form of your lover. You were still sleepy so you could barely comprehend what was happening so you just whispered ‘welcome’. After he didn’t respond you sat up and rubbed your eyes. 

“Is everything okay, my love?” you asked and he finally looked at you. Aragorn’s eyes weren’t as full of life as you remembered them. They looked dark and serious so you knew something had happened. 

You reached out for him and he gladly took your hand. Aragorn slowly laid down beside you taking your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to it. After that he rested his head on your chest as he put his arms around your waist. 

“Long day.” he muttered. “But it’s all better now.” 

You chuckled at that as you stroked his head. Aragorn hummed at your reaction before pressing a kiss to your chest. 

“Good night, Aragorn.” 

“Good night, melethen (my love).”

Soon you both were asleep. 

Gimli:

You knew the journey would be long, dangerous and tiring when you signed up for the Fellowship. And you did lose a lot. Boromir gave his life for the cause and that took it’s toll on you. 

Thankfully, Gimli was there to cheer you up. Sure he was a little unsure what to do but a few jokes did the thing. You smiled and laughed, which was enough to satisfy Gimli. That being said, he never stopped. He even got Legolas to share some encouraging words with you. 

But that didn’t make the journey less tiring. When you got the chance, you went to sleep only to be jolted awake by one of your friends saying that orcs are nearby. So constantly running around and killing orcs definitely didn’t help you relax. 

However, no matter how tired you felt, you promised Gimli that you would join the trio on that night’s party. And you did indeed join them; that was until your dwarven lover got beaten by Legolas in a drinking game. You had to drag Gimli away from the table before he could do something stupid. 

Gimli could barely stand on his feet by the time you got him to a place you could sleep at. You laid down, him following you. Not that he had much of a choice, seeing that he just groaned as he landed on your bed. 

You sighed as you pulled him on your chest. He grumbled something under his nose but you didn’t understand what it was. Gimli wrapped his arm around you and snuggled closer. 

“If you vomit on me, you’ll sleep in the main hall.” you whispered as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“I’m not drunk.” he muttered. 

“Sure, love.” you sighed. 

You kept your eyes on the ceiling for a few minutes before you wanted to ask how your lover was feeling but the voice died in your throat when you heard his snores. With a smile, you closed your eyes finally being able to rest. 

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[lily-orchard]

Iris and Kiera - Fear (Part 1)

CW - Violence, Near Death Experience, Implied Racism

Kiera was practically shaking. She had never been this terrified in her life. Sat in a hospital waiting room, wearing her sister's bloodstained jacket and Larisa trying in vain to comfort her, she felt like she was already at a wake.

Six hours ago, she'd gotten the call from Larisa that Iris had been shot twice by a mugger. The two of them had been out getting wine and cake to celebrate Larisa's promotion, when they'd been held at gunpoint by a man who demanded they hand over their wallets and PINs. When Iris didn't answer him about the latter, he'd shot her and ran. That's what Larisa told her at least.

Kiera hadn't stopped spiralling since. She'd rushed to meet them at the hospital, but Iris had already been wheeled into the operating room. For the next six hours Kiera had to sit in an emotional limbo, having no idea if her beloved sister was still alive or not.

If Iris died... Kiera didn't know what she'd do.

Larisa held Keira tight and kissed the top of her head. "She's going to be okay, Sunspot. She's always been a trooper."

"Please don't," Kiera whispered. "If she isn't... don't give me false hope."

Larisa winced. "I'm sorry."

Kiera leaned against her as tears slipped down her cheeks. She'd been in a state of shock since she'd gotten there. It was surreal getting news like this and not being there. One minute everything was fine and she was fixing the DVD Player for a night of celebrating, and then suddenly one phone call later and her sister might be dead.

They'd only been gone for twenty minutes.

"Mrs Morgan?"

Kiera's head snapped up to the doctor standing over her. A mixture of relief and dread dripped down her spine. "Yes?"

"We have an update for you," he said. "Your sister took two bullets to the chest. They just missed her heart, but she did puncture a lung. One of them also hit her spine, but we're not sure of the long term damage just yet."

"She's going to live?" Kiera asked.

"She's stable," the doctor said. "She's woken up a few times, but she's unresponsive and can't answer our questions."

"She's mute," Kiera said.

"That would explain a lot," the doctor nodded. "You're free to go see her, just don't touch her. She's still recovering from surgery."

"When will she be able to come home?"

"When we're certain she won't relapse," the doctor explained. "A few weeks maybe."

Kiera wiped her eyes and nodded in understanding. "Okay. Can I see her now?"

The doctor nodded. "Right this way, Mrs Morgan."

Kiera sat by Iris' bed, holding her sister's hand. Seeing her stitched up and with a tube in her nose was wrong. It wasn't supposed to happen. If one of those bullets had been a few millimetres off, Iris would be dead.

Kiera occasionally had nightmares about losing Iris. To death, to doctors, to their parents. Every time she'd woken up in a panic, and wouldn't let go of Iris for at least an hour. She wanted to cling to her right now, and it was only the fact that her sister was in excruciating pain that kept her from doing so.

"You're going to be alright," Kiera said softly. "The doctors said you're stable."

Iris' closed eyes clenched.

"I know it hurts," Kiera whispered. "They're gonna give you some morphine soon."

Iris' hand clenched around Kiera's.

"I can't believe I almost lost you. Why would a mugger just open fire like that?"

Iris' eyes opened a crack and she slowly turned her head.

"What do you mean?"

Iris struggled to lift her free hand, still attached to a pulse monitor, and weakly signed.

"He shot Lari?"

Iris nodded and signed again.

"Called her- holy shit..." Kiera whispered, squeezing Iris' hand tighter. "...You took a bullet for her."

Iris nodded.

Kiera's eyes, which she had thought were cried out by now, started to sting again. She clutched Iris' hand in both of her own and pulled it to her chest.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I don't want to lose either of you. The two of you mean everything to me."

Iris gave her a weak smile, and let out a soft, barely audible hum. The first and only actual sound Iris would ever make. And that finally sent Kiera over the edge. She laid her head down on Iris' bed and broke down into a fit of tears. The emotional bomb of not only almost losing her sister, but learning she'd come just as close to losing her wife as well was too much to handle.

She felt guilty for being so unstable. Iris was the one who was shot, not her. But she couldn't help it.

Iris weakly lifted her hand and laid it on Kiera's back, before another dose of morphine was inserted into her IV and dulled the pain enough for her to drift back off to sleep.

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[becky5203]

I hate seeing people go off about Emma Fuhrmann’s replacement saying that “nO oNe eVEn cArED aBOUt hER”. Like, guys. Guys. Be real right now. You can admit that that was a crappy thing Marvel did. Whether it was Kevin Feige or Peyton Reed or some other random executive that made the decision to recast her and not even tell her, you can admit that it was a messed up thing to do. If you had been there and been a fan of hers after Endgame came out you would’ve seen how happy and excited she was to be Cassie and it’s not just that she had it taken away, they didn’t even have the decency to give her a call. We still don’t even know why she was recast but I’m willing to bet it’s just because Kathryn has more star power; which is ridiculous because not only was Emma’s scene objectively one of the best in the movie* but the whole start of the franchise was when they were taking a chance on the unknowns in Hollywood. I’ve even seen people say that Emma looked too old to play Cassie, as if she isn’t the exact age Cassie is supposed to be and Kathryn isn’t in her mid twenties. Listen, I get it. If you’re a fan of Kathryn, or just excited to see the movie and don’t really care about the Endgame Cassie, then you’re probably inclined to say “Who cares? Move on.”, but Emma probably did. She probably cared when the biggest thing in her career so far was ripped away just because she had a smaller name. She probably cared when she was treated as easily disposable and replaceable. So no. We’re not gonna “move on”. We’re gonna be annoyed about it because it was an objectively bad thing to do. If they wanted Kathryn for the role they should have put her in Endgame. Didn’t want the official Cassie to be shown yet? Too bad, don’t write a scene explicitly showing Cassie and get the poor girl’s hopes up, only to toss her aside like stale bread. I want to make it clear, I’m not trying to bash Kathryn; I’m sure she’ll be great. I’m just, like a lot of other people, still mad at the decision and whoever made it; also the way it was handled. So it really rubs me the wrong way when I see people acting like this was not an insane thing to do, like it wasn’t a remarkably cruel thing to do to a girl who was only 18 or 19 at the time, like it wasn’t emblematic of everything wrong with Disney and Marvel Studios right now. They don’t see people, they just see a dollar sign. You don’t have to pretend it’s anything else.

*Because people may ask. Yes, Scott and Cassie reuniting is one of the best scenes in the movie. And yes, I know, art is subjective and people are free to feel however they want about it, but I think we can all admit that even if it’s not your favorite in the movie it’s just, objectively, an excellent scene. Think about some of the best moments of the movie. “On your left” + The Portal Scene. Cap Weilding Mjölnir. “I am Iron Man”. Great scenes, amazing scenes, memorable scenes. But those scenes are all ten years and countless movies worth of build up. They’re cool and they great to experience but for them to fully land you have to have been there taking notes for every Marvel release of the past decade. That’s not the case with Scott and Cassie reuniting. With that scene, you may not know who Scott is, you may not know who Cassie is (and given how a large part of the MCU fandom at the time didn’t care for the Ant-Man movies, not many really did know), but you do know how important Cassie is to Scott and you know exactly how much he’s lost, how much they both have. You feel the full emotional weight of that scene and it’s not because of ten years of buildup or some fan service pay off moment, it’s because of Paul and Emma.

#I wanted to get that off my chest before Quantumania #emma fuhrmann #cassie lang #stature #stinger #mcu stature #mcu stinger #ant man #ant man 3 #ant man and the wasp: quantumania #ant man quantumania #avengers endgame #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu fandom #anti mcu

[v3nusxsky]

emily prentiss helping bpd!reader through an episode?

I'm here Angel

*Authors note~ bpd is such an important topic I hope I can do this some justice and she'd some light on the condition. This is going to be mainly based off my experiences with bpd*

Trigger warnings~ bpd r bpd episode abusive ex paranoia hallucination self harm etc

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

You were fine, until you heard those words. "Wheels up in twenty", it wouldn't have bothered you if you were not going to Florida. It's strange how a place could do so much to you, but they didn't know that. Maybe if they did you would've sat this case out. Stayed with Garcia and worked from the office. But they didn't, so you gathered your Go bag and headed out to the strip where JJ and Emily were waiting.

You started to notice the episode on the plane, you knew the team were talking, you could see their mouths moving but you couldn't bring yourself to join in. It was like an outsider looking in. You appeared to be distracted and unfocused. You couldn't help but fight the urge to slip into the planes bathroom and search for something to solve the problem. You knew it was wrong, but why would you care anyway, you were already littered in scars.

The team seemed to be frustrated at your lack of concentration so you tried as hard as you could to fight this episode off, you weren't able to cope with this while working. It wasn't that the team didn't know of your BPD because they did, Emily was closer to you than any of the other members. Spencer had the most experience with mental health but you still felt the need to keep things to yourself. It was safer that way.

By the time you arrived in Florida you were a wreck. You Emily and JJ were sent to the local Police department to set up base, and that's when you saw her. Fuck. You didn't realise she worked in the force. Suddenly you were suffocating, drowning as her face haunted your vision. Everything was her. The paranoia set in that very moment. You felt like everyone knew what she'd done, that they were laughing at you. Her voice in places she shouldn't be, no matter who's voice she replaced it was her. Spewing hatred as everyone sniggered and watched you.

You didn't realise you were crying, shaking and backing away into the left corner of the room until Emily began to advance towards you. "Pretty girl? Are you okay Angel?" It wasn't Emily. You could see it was her! You just wanted the real Emily. "Go away! Don't touch me! Make it stop" you sobbed now gaining the attention of most the police department. JJ looked over in sympathy before grabbing Spencer and trying to distract the officers, hoping the less people would help Emily calm you.

"Sweetheart? I won't touch you but I need you to focus on my voice" Emily whispered as your eyes darted around the room seeing multiple of her ex. "Go away go away!" If Emily didn't understand what was happening right now she may have listened to that command, but she knew you maybe not to what caused this episode but she wasn't about to leave you in such a state. "Hey, pretty girl, listen to me. It's Em, your Emi. It's okay, I'll keep you safe Angel." Maybe it was time or just that you found the raven haired woman soothing, but her voice finally broke through the hallucination and paranoia.

Your blurry eyes focused on Emily, "that's it, good job pretty girl" was all it took for you to fall into her awaiting arms. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry" you whimpered over and over again. "Angel, shhh it's okay it's all gonna be okay."

You lost count of long you sat sobbing in her arms. She didn't seem to mind holding you. You were exhausted and truthfully trying to processs that she wasn't currently in the room, all until you heard her tell JJ to let her in. You whimpered, clinging to Emily pleading with her to keep you safe. "You can't go in there" JJ was firm and clear yet she still pushed past into the room only to be met with an almost animalistic snarl from Emily. "Get out!"

"She's mine I'll help her, you don't know what you're doing" she snarled back only for Emily to stand with you immediately clinging to her, arms around her neck and legs clinging to her waist. She walked out holding you, biting at the fact the woman tried to touch you, only to be pinned by Spencer. "Not happening" was all he offered. You nuzzled into her neck as she quickly mumbled to Hotch, who was just arriving that you needed her and to be away from this hell. He nodded in understanding and of course JJ filled him in on what happened. Safe to say your ex had no job after this case, Hotch made sure of that.

Emily quickly managed to get you into the car and off to the hotel and into her room. "Angel, I need to get my key card" she mumbled only causing you to shake your head no. Somehow she managed it and placed you on her bed before offering you a hoodie and some water. Her scent soothing you as you reached for the woman again. "Can we talk about what happened pretty girl? Or would you like to sleep now." You choose sleep and you need up snuggled up to the woman. You'd talk tomorrow that's for sure but for now she's happy to hold you.

Word count~ 952

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x reader #ssa emily prentiss #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x fem!reader

[cat3ch1sm]

Yeeey! what would my last request be like in Jujutsu Kaisen? only with the cute and beautiful Itadori, Sukuna and Gojo! S/O having communication problems and having their diaries read by them, and reaction to seeing this! ( S/O with Komi san personality with Itadori, Sukuna and Gojo? 🤔😳 )

🍵| ofc ofc<33 i really appreciate ur patience:DD also i have yet to finish the anime do forgive me if i don't characterize these guys right!!! im going off of what i have RN, im about halfway finished with the anime<333

pov: reader s/o is very shy and hardly talks at all, what happens when their partner finds their diary?

itadori yuuji

༊* don't get me wrong, itadori is literally in love with you more than anyone else probably ever will be. but with his personality, sometimes he really wishes you would talk!!! more!!! often!!!

༊* so he goes to one of his friends, say nobara and megumi, and he's like "why do you think y/n doesn't talk??" and nobara's like "idfk bruh but she probably has somewhere else to 'express herself.' like a diary or smth"

༊* "so does that mean fushiguro has a diary too??" *deadpan voice from across the room* "no."

༊* now that itadori has this idea in his head, he goes off to look for one. and after searching in these dumbass places like the toaster or some shit he finally finds it in an obvious-ish place like under your bed

༊* "wow! y/n has a diary! i didn't know that.. wait, should i be reading this? probably not..." *looks guilty for two seconds* *opens the diary*

༊* when he starts to read it, he's surprised by the eloquence of your writing- tbh it makes his brain hurt. but itadori keeps reading anyway

༊* he is also surprised because you seem to feel a lot despite not conveying any of it whatsoever. he reads how you worry when he goes out on missions, he reads how at peace you feel whenever you're with him, he reads how you get angry when sukuna threatens to harm itadori, he sees how you wish you could show him more affection than you are able to, and he reads about how you wish you were able to be real friends with his friends. he even gets to know about how you felt about him even before you started dating, and how shattered you were when you thought he had died

༊* also, it makes itadori so happy when he reads the way you write about him throughout your relationship. all this time he had never been totally sure how you felt about him, but now he's relieved and absolutely thrilled to know that you love him as much as he does you. he only wishes you had shared all of this with him personally

satoru gojo

༊* okay. let's start with the fact that this man has the attention span of a celery stick

༊* you probably left the house for ten to twenty minutes to run and errand or two. and knowing that satoru is a literal child, you put something interesting on TV for him to watch so he doesn't blow the place up

༊* but yeah, no, that didn't work. 0.0005 seconds after the door locks behind you, he's all over the place. and of course he ends up in your room, where he unashamedly snoops through your things until he comes across a little journal

༊* "what's this? a diary???" *opens it up immediately and starts skimming through pages*

༊* sooner or later though, satoru is forced to actually start really reading when he doesn't find what he expected. he'd kind of been counting on some long, depressing sob story that would maybe explain why you were the way you were or something sappy like that. but a lot of your experiences don't seem so different from his- you just take them more slowly. your way of viewing things is a lot less quick than satoru's- while he kind of blasts through everything with a smile on his face and cracking stupid jokes, you stop to observe everything, and he can see this clearly in your writing.

༊* you need a medal fr- you managed to keep your mental boyfriend occupied for more than three seconds at a time??? and he's actually enthralled??? what the heck?!?1!1!1!1?!

༊* he doesn't even bother covering up tbr fact that he read your diary tbh. chances are when you open it up again to the last page you wrote on, there'll be a little teasing note from him or a stupid but affectionate doodle in the margins

༊* anyways, in the future, when satoru annoys you and you try to act mad, he'll just bring up your diary and quote something sappy you wrote about him just to make it worse

ryomen sukuna

༊* sukuna knew you had a diary. he sees you writing in it all the time when you think he isn't around

༊* to be honest, at first he couldn't care less. so what if you had a diary? diaries were for children- it was weird that you didn't talk to begin with. if he wanted to get something out of you, he would. that was all there was to it. he didn't care. sukuna didn't even want to hear about your thoughts and feelings and experiences.

༊* well... until he got to thinking. why were you scribbling all of your thoughts and feelings and experiences on paper when he was right there, anyway? of course, it wasn't like sukuna cared. no, not at all. but still. you should've been telling him these things, not rambling in some silly journal.

༊* he had a right to your mind, didn't he? why was sukuna even dating you if he didn't have access to your thoughts? no, this wouldn't do. he would just have to read the damn thing himself.

༊* so that's what he did. once you'd finally gone to bed, sukuna slipped into your bedroom and pulled your diary from its hiding place. he was surprised to feel no cursed energy radiating from it- that seemed uncommon for a human diary. somewhat curiously, he opened it and began to read.

༊* instantly, sukuna sees why there's nothing cursed coming from your notebook- but tbh, he doesn't necessarily understand how. in your writing, you seem to omit the negative things he was sure you'd include. he's not the "king of curses" in your eyes- he's just sukuna, your eccentric, sarcastic, and occasionally murderous boyfriend. you don't really bring up his "thing" with itadori, either, though you write a little about the boy himself as well as the teachers and students you've met while attending the academy with him. your character analysis is certainly nothing to sneeze at despite barely knowing many of the people you mention in your diary. you write about things as if they're flowers- sukuna's surprised that that's one of the first things that pops into his head as he's reading. frankly, he thinks it's sickening. but something stops him from closing the notebook

#ryomen x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk memes #gojo satoru x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #satoru x reader smut #ryomen sukuna x you #satoru x reader #itadori x reader #yuuji x reader #gojo x reader #megumi fushiguro #ryomen sukuna #gojo satoru #yuuji itadori #sukuna x reader smut #gojo x reader smut #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader

[ystrike1]

Never Ending Darling - by Woollee (9/10)

A yandere mad scientist? Nice. In a modern setting? Nice. The plot makes sense and it moves quick? Nice. This one is almost too good to be true. It's brand new and I hope it keeps moving fast. This is a thriller that delivers on every level. It's psychologically and visually horrifying.

Ha-Im lives a simple life. She graduated but she can't work yet, because she has to care for her sick mom. Her mother has late stage stomach cancer. It's incurable...but then one day it isn't. A brilliant scientist named Geunhu has perfected body cloning. It's not legal to clone the brain, but everything else can be replaced. You can have a fit body. A slim body. You can pay to get your disabilities fixed. Police don't have to worry about dying as much. Most fatal wounds and diseases that don't affect the brain can be wiped away with a new copy of your own body.

There are little hints about the madness that is coming. People are a little more violent now. Streamers cut off body parts for money on camera, because they can afford to replace those parts. A physical limit has been removed, and now humanity is changing permanently. People are meaner, more careless, and obsessed with staying young and beautiful. Nobody goes to the gym anymore. Why would you? Buying a new body is fairly easy and cheap.

Geunhu is her boyfriend. He was a nice, quiet guy. They had a ton of fun together. Geunhu never wanted to be apart from her, even for a day. He was corny and loving. They were a really great couple, but then Ha-Im hit her head. She fell into a coma and her brain could not be saved. Geunhu backed up her memories, and he cloned her brain. Nobody can stop him. He's one of the most powerful people in the world right now. Humanity is now dependant on his technology. Doctors, cops, and politicians all love it. Geunhu can do whatever he wants.

He wants his life with Ha-Im to be perfect. He wants her to adore him as much as he adores her. He wants perfection. He clones sakura trees for his cheesy marriage proposal. They used to go to the sakura festival every year when they were in university. It was their first date too. Ha-Im is touched, but something feels wrong. That festival was special because it happens once a year. Guenhu wants that feeling every day, but that's not how a relationship works. Every day can't be a perfect sakura festival.

Ha-Im gets suspicious, and her instincts are correct. Guenhu is not as loving as he used to be. She keeps seeing weird messages everywhere. Messages written in her own writing. Those messages tell her the truth. She's a clone. The real Ha-Im died of brain damage a long time ago, and Guenhu is nuts. He kills her when she finds out. He kills her whenever she gets mad at him. His quest for perfection has made him an abusive monster.

Geunhu does love her, in a twisted kind of way. There is a penthouse full of shell bodies for her. If she ever gets hurt again he has twenty back up bodies ready to go. He shows them to her. He worked tirelessly to effectively make her immortal, because he loves her so much. She's afraid. She screams and cries. Existential horror grips her. Guenhu has been cutting out certain memories. She doesn't know if she loves Guenhu anymore. Her memories don't belong to her. He controls what they are. I'm pretty sure one of the plot twists will be about the original Ha-Im. The original Ha-Im may have fallen out of love with him, but he erased those memories.

He proposes in front of the wall of shell bodies. She says no. She tells him this is too much, and she's afraid. He's playing god. He's turned into a narcissist. He experimented on her without her consent, and he killed her before. She saw a body that looked like her in his bathtub. He can kill her and reboot her anytime. She cannot trust him, so she tries to break up with him.

He shoots her, and he cracks. Guenhu starts complaining. Her whining ruined his awesome sakura proposal. He doesn't like her attitude. She should be happy to be loved so wholeheartedly by such a rich man. He worked so hard to become the best husband ever. If she can't see that he doesn't want this ungrateful version of her. He shoots her, and shoves her happy memories into a new shell while she is dying on the ground.

Ha-Im has an ally. Her best friend is a cop, who is a really good person. Guenhu threatens her, but she doesn't give up. Ha-Im teams up with her, and they try to take Guenhu down. They're alone. Guenhu is universally beloved. He literally cured cancer and ended the obesity epidemic. The world wants the mad genius to keep creating more miracles for them. Nobody cares about his girlfriend. Nobody cares if he abuses her. Especially not the police commissioner.

Ha-Im has to act like she's in love. Her life depends on it. She can't report Guenhu to the police. She has to get creative. He proposes and she accepts. She tries on a wedding dress for him, and he cracks even more. Guenhu has become a typical unbearable rich guy. When a tailor accidentally spills water on her he tries to get the woman fired. Ha-In loses her shit and calls him an unbearable narcissistic rich prick. He almost kills her right there, but she kisses him and acts dumb to stay alive. The gun in his back pocket proves that he doesn't really love her. He just wants a picture perfect marriage with his university sweetheart. Also, he wants her to be completely dependent on him. Red flag. Guenhu used to be a good boyfriend. Ha-Im feels betrayed and she wants revenge. I don't know who will win. Geunhu is a genius, but he's very stupid and unstable around Ha-Im.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #horror #psychological horror #Never Ending Darling

[lediz-watches]

Mom Can't Cook: A DCOM Podcast

It's a podcast. You don't 'watch' a podcast. I appreciate that. I'm still going to rant about it because I just finished another listen-through and, much like the hosts themselves, simply must talk about how I have spent many hours of my life recently.

So if you have never heard of Mom Can't Cook, the short version is two grown-ass men watching and recapping Disney Channel Original Movies from the late 90s-mid 00s.

But what it really is, is this:

Friends, there will be a time in your life as a consumer of media in which you start consuming a media that you KNOW is going to be bad. Maybe you loved it when you were younger, maybe you couldn't be bothered reaching for the remote, maybe you're just that bored, maybe a friend or a family member or a child you're babysitting is making you sit through it, but the point is, you consume the media. And it's as bad as you thought it would be. It annoys you. You hate it. You want to throw things at it. But you keep sitting through it. You can't stop. You must continue to consume it until there is nothing more to consume. You are, you realise with dawning horror, a little bit in love with this thing. You have spent hundreds of hours and possibly actual money on a thing that you knew, objectively and academically, was absolutely terrible. And yet. And yet.

You enjoyed yourself.

And you must confess your sins.

That's what this podcast is about.

It's actually Luke Westaway and Andy Farrant, two British internet personalities ostensibly employed in games journalism, recapping Disney Channel Original Movies from the late 90s-mid-00s. During lockdown, they spent Friday nights watching these movies together (I suspect in lieu of going to the pub), and now they simply have to talk about them because DCOMs are the kind of insane fever dream you simply must talk about and they are slaves to the grind internet personalities who try to make content out of everything.

I love it for a number of reasons:

Luke and Andy are very fun to listen to in general. They are very good at playing off each other, building on each other's ideas, getting increasingly ridiculous and yet somehow never managing to reach the heights of a Disney Channel Original Movie from the late 90s-mid 00s. At least, they haven't yet (Ninji from Oxtra Mario Golf came close, but that was technically Mike's fault). I think they consider it a challenge.

Andy in particular has these beautiful turns of phrase that perfectly encapsulate the feeling of an adult watching the kind of insanity that seems perfectly reasonable to a kid watching a kids' movie but, twenty years later and as the wrong audience, can only be described as mildly traumatising.

Luke is wonderful at just... embodying the part of you that gets swept up in the madness, knows you're getting swept up in the madness, tries desperately to hold on to sanity, and then can only take solace in the fact that maybe it won't be so bad to go insane because hey, it's kind of fun here...

By the time the Disney Channel reached my country, I was too old (/too young) to be watching most of it, so while I may have seen ads for them, I never saw these movies. And now, I'm too infected with Cultural Studies to get through them without dissecting their context and what they're saying and why and ugh... Listening to the recaps allow me to experience them without actually having to watch them.

Regardless of how they actually feel about it, Mom Can't Cook always feels to me like a bit of a love letter to a guilty pleasure. The DCOMs are bad, and Luke and Andy will go into detail about how bad they are, but it had this thread of affection to it that I adore. Maybe it was lockdown, maybe it was just time spent with friends, who knows, but they got something very important out of these terrible movies, and they're passing that on to their listeners (Honestly we should be compensated for this trauma). But jokes aside, this podcast is actually representative of why I love fandom, and being online, despite what a terrible place I find it most of the time. It's representative of why I occasionally post to this blog. I love talking about the things I consume. Whether they're good or bad, they speak to something in me, and I want to talk back! So it's... indulgent and wonderful, and I love it. And I love this podcast for speaking to that part of me.

I intended to write short reviews on spotify, but I listen on my laptop and spotify doesn't have that functionality on PC for some reason. And by the time I was confident enough to rant like this I couldn't remember individual episodes well enough to go back and do it on my phone. So it will be a next-time thing.

But in the meantime, I must share the lines that now live rent-free in my head:

"With the unearned confidence of a Marnie". I desperately need this down the leg of some workout leggings, and yet for some reason it isn't even Tshirt merch. No one will understand why, but I need it on workout gear specifically.

"But why did they give up their hands?" I bought this shirt, and I'm going to buy it again because I bought two sizes too big for reasons that I swear made sense at the time. It makes me grin every time I look at it.

"But there was simply no time/budget." I think this is more about Luke's delivery whenever he says it, but I love it. As a person who works in projects and actually does need to live with the consequences of terrible compromises fairly often, it also speaks to my soul.

"And I hate him." Again, it's in the delivery. Mom's got a date with a vampire remains one of my favourite episodes at least partly because of this one (two? Three? I don't remember how often it got said) line.

"Because [insert noun here] is good, actually." Whether sarcastic or not. It's just a turn of phrase that now exists in my head.

I just... I don't know what the hosts intended, but what I hear is the incredible affection for this waste of their Friday nights. For stupid, terrible, insane entertainment that we watch and consume and struggle to comprehend and yet which entertains us. And I love that so much.

Because entertainment is so important, and so wonderful, even when it's objectively terrible or just plain nonsensical, because it - ack. I'm just getting way too philosophical about what entertainment is and how we respond to it, so I'm just gonna leave this one here.

Mom Can't Cook is a good podcast. I'm so happy it exists.

#Mom can't cook #andy farrant #luke westaway #podcasts #entertainment is good actually #celebrating guilty pleasures #The rants I could go on about some of my truly terrible entertainment choices #This is probably why I world build in fandom #But the point is #sometimes you just need to enjoy what you enjoy

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Ise can you write an ise cube about Barry and Lup participating in No Necromancy November

Lup had been going to the kitchen. Honestly! She hadn't been able to sleep- something she was blaming on the giant, ever-screaming squirrels outside her window this cycle- and wanted to make some pancakes. Pancakes made everything better, she was pretty sure. Maybe she could have made a big one and thrown it out at them to get them to shut up for just like, just a second! But instead, she had snuck down the hallway and, accidentally, not on purpose, ended up in the lab.

Was there a big sign on the door telling her not to go in? Yes. Davenport had put it up yesterday after she and Barry had, uh... redecorated the lab with their necromancy experiment. That was barely even necromancy anyway if you went with the textbook definition. Had he asked explicitly that she stay away from the lab for at least a month, or until they found the Light? Yes.

But. But! Lup left... coffee. In there. She left coffee in there. Yes, that's what she was going with.

The lab was dark and Lup didn't bother turning on the light because she had dark vision, anyway. It was only going to be a few seconds. Minutes, maybe, if she struggled to remember where the cup was. But then she came face to face with the whiteboard of the theories she and Barry had drafted out and she couldn't just leave it up there. She had to erase that or Davenport would be upset.

But it'd be a shame to erase it before they were finished. And honestly, it wouldn't take that long. A few minutes, at most! Maybe half an hour, in total.

It must have only been twenty minutes before the door of the lab opened again. Lup immediately stretched across the counter towards her coffee cup- which she was getting to!- covering the project she had been finishing up. It was meant to look like she was just reaching over for the cup, but her arms weren't that long, she was half on the counter with her legs dangling off the side when the light flicked on.

"Just getting my coffee, Dav!" Lup said. But it wasn't Davenport at all.

It was Barry.

He stared at her for a moment. His hair was mussed like he had been tossing and turning in bed. Lup sagged against the counter and started to pull back. Barry seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and came further in, carefully shutting the door behind him. Lup, who was now completely off the counter, raised her hand in greeting.

"I, uh," Barry said. "Came to get your coffee. To wash the cup."

"Right," Lup said. "Get a labcoat on, Barold."

"Yeah, okay," Barry said, grabbing one from the hanger near the door. He grabbed a pair of goggles, too. "What'cha working on?"

"Barney," Lup said, showing Barry the dead frog they had collected from outside. One of the giant squirrels had gotten to it and the insides were all ripped up. Two nights ago, Barry had made it a top hat, which it was still wearing.

"Ah," Barry said, getting some gloves too. "Is he tap-dancing yet?"

"Not quite," Lup said. "More of a slow dance. And by slow dance I mean he's literally not moved. I don't know what I'm doing wrong."

"Lemme take a crack at it," Barry said. Lup slid the dish over to him and he squinted at it. Lup leaned back on the counter to watch him.

A bad thing about being secretly in love with someone is that Lup did just tune out everything else around her when she was watching him. One time, Taako had just kept handing her things to see how long it would take her to notice and it had taken her a, frankly, embarrassing long time to realize. This time, she forgot to process the words Barry was saying as he said them. It was only when he turned to her that she realized those words were directed at her.

"Lup?" he said.

"Oh," Lup said. "Uh, yeah? What's crackin', babe?"

She had it so, so bad.

"I-" Barry did a little laugh, sort of breathless. At least she had charm. "I was trying to ask if you, uh, wanted to come back tomorrow night as well? Obviously, if someone asks, we weren't here-"

"Dav's really put us in a fuckin' No Necromancy November challenge, huh?" Lup said. Barry wheezed and then immediately slapped his hand over his mouth to cover the noise. Lup grinned. "But yeah, I mean, I'd be down to come back tomorrow. And totally not do any necromancy. Whatsoever."

"Y- yeah," Barry said, with barely constrained laughter. "None- none at all. I don't even know what necromancy is."

"I think it's a spice," Lup said. "Y'know like, put a little necromancy in this pumpkin pie-"

Barry had to hide his face in his hands for that one. His laugh, even though he was trying very hard to conceal it, was adorable. He was adorable. That's what Davenport didn't understand about banning them from the lab. Like, they were gonna do this anyway, because otherwise, Lup wouldn't know what the fuck to say to get Barry to hang out with her. Phrasing it as "let's go make a dead frog tapdance" was a lot easier than saying "hey, can you hang out with me because you're super hot and I love you?"

A lab ban was like a Lup and Barry ban. And, as she watched Barry struggle to stay quiet in the bright fluorescent lights, Lup decided that that simply wouldn't do.

#blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #taz #taz balance #mine #asks #anon #ise cube writing #sdlkfsd anon i want to let u know that this ask has been Haunting me the whole work day #thank you

[leafcabbage]

Hello! We don’t really know each other but one of my friends reblogged a tag game you participated in, and I’m REALLY curious about some of your WIPs! Namely, these two:

1. Yet to be named side fic about Tubbo's feeling in the hospital based on Chinese Satellite by Phoebe Bridgers

2. drdi wilburs backstory as told through his many misdiagnoses

You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, the titles just piqued my interest so I thought I’d send an ask :) I hope you have a lovely day!

hi!! sorry its taken me so long to reply, busy week !!

1. so i started the chinese satellite fic before i even got to seven day and the wrong side of twenty six percent, which is the fic it takes place during. i wanted to do an exploration into tubbo's atheism and how its hard for him to have no way to believe that, in the case of ranboo dying, he would ever see them again. especially coming from a christian family and in florida. and like... the idea that he wishes he Could believe that, but everything is out of his hands and its hard for him. its based specifically around the lyrics: "I think when you're gone, it's forever

But you know I'd stand on the corner

Embarrassed with a picket sign

If it meant I would see you when I die"

2. wilbur!! so he's got bipolar disorder but it took QUITE a while to get to that diagnosis, and he moved in with phil when he was... 10. i think (<- guy who doesnt know his own fic). and its about how hard it was to get him the help he needed, even with phil as a constant advocate, and like... just the struggles of raising a very mentally ill child and the lengths phil would go for him. i plan for each chapter to be around a different (mis)disgnosis hes gotten or Big Mental Health Event (he was in a mental hospital several times), that kinda stuff. i think itll be fun to write tbh but its on the back burner right now both because i dont have time and becuase i have bipolar II and sometimes writing things similar to my experience feels like eating rocks haha

thank you so much for the ask!!!!! i appreciate it a lot!

#cabbage answers #ghosts-and-blue-sweaters #fic asks

[cookiesncreamlover17]

Yandere!Damian Wayne x Reader pt.13

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Cursing, Mention Of Death, Illegal Interrogation And False Information

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 1,576

👾Characters👾: 8,563

Soon after you had finished your make out session, you both headed up towards Damian’s dorm. Luckily, he stopped at your locker making sure you put the note with ‘ Hector’ on it and into your locker. Tomorrow would be day 6. If you were wrong today, you’d have only two guesses left. Two days, you might be dead. But as long as Damian was here, you knew everything would be okay.

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There was something different about today. And no, this was not because you slept in the most comfortable bed that you’d ever touched. Today felt like more of a burden. You had two guesses left. If you weren’t to get either one right, you were dead. Death was such an unfamiliar word to you. It was so unbelievably odd to know that you were going to possibly die, but not be able to do anything about it. The tears had yet to spill. You had time. That time was spent trying to figure everything out, but it didn’t make sense. You just wanted to go home, but the world was unfair and brutal.

Today was the first day of the weekend. Your last possible sleep. But you weren’t going to let death come after you. No, never. You had a plan. Y/n L/n ALWAYS had a plan, even if it wasn’t the best. You were going to question people around your school. EVERYONE. Damian of course, would help you. It would be a hard, excruciating day, but if it meant you would keep your life, you didn’t mind.

You were currently heading to break feast right now. Damian had BEGGED you to the Arabian break feast called Shakshuka. He did also ask you to sit with him, Steph, Jason, Tim, and Cass. But were you really going to risk that? They hated you a lot, so why should you make them hate you more? But you and Damian were semi-dating, so they were just going to have to suck it up.

As you neared the lunch table you received two harsh glares from none other than Jason, aswell as Cass! You supposed the reason Tim and Steph weren’t glaring at you was because Steph was complaining about how her nail chipped during P.E.

“Can we help you”, Cass sneered ignorantly.

“Leave her alone Cass. I told her to sit here”, Damian rudely sneered back.

Cass grumbled but didn’t push it further. Though, you could still feel the glares of two extra people. When Steph and Tim stopped talking, you knew they were glaring at you aswell. But you couldn’t care less as you and Damian ate your DELICIOUS break feast talking about everything! It was wonderful. You just hoped that you could experience this in the future, without dying.

The moment soon ended when you both finished your break feast and went to go question people. You decided to first start on the first floor while Damian would do the basement. There you would of course meet everyone from your classes and a few other strangers. Though, when you got to questioning Cass, it hit you. This could be a girl! Why didn’t you think of that before?! Right now Cass was your number one suspect. With her rude glares and arrogant attitude, you should have figured it out sooner. God you were such an idiot to not even consider that possibility!

The second person that came into your mind was Stephanie. Her and Casa obviously believed Damian’s words about you being ‘crazy’, but they would need to have something against you to be the ones who put the note in your locker when you first got here. Maybe you could question them? Though, you’d first need to get Jason, Damian, and Tim away from them. Tim was probably going to be the hardest considering how he’s glued to Steph’s hip twenty-four/seven.

As you began to roam around the area expecting to find Cass and/or Stephanie, you weren’t expecting to be called over the announcement. Whoever was speaking through the microphone instructed you to report to the main office. Oh my gosh. It was probably Mr.Wilson. It had to be. Who else would be want to speak to you out of the blue.

As you slowly made your way towards the office, desperately not wanting to, you eventually saw the big brown doors with little wooden figures of animals carved into it. With a deep sigh and all the courage you could muster up, you gently knocked twice on the door. The wish for someone to not open the door quickly vanished as a man with black hair opened it.

“Are you…. Y/n”, he questioned while looking down at his clip board.

“Yes”, you said while trying to make eye contact with his ocean blue eyes. He was quite attractive with the muscles showing threw his back T-shirt.

He smiled gently. “Perfect”, he said as he opened the door up for you, indicating for you to step inside. Once you stepped inside he placed a calloused hand on your back and led you threw a series of multiple doors and hallways. Holy hell was Mr.Wilson’s office big. You’d never been in here before. You stoped after about a minute of walking. It appeared to be a what looked like a therapy office? No, an integration room. It had the structure of an integration room but it had numerous books based on human feelings. Plus it was decorated like a therapists office. Was this man trying to question you? What about?

“You can take a seat you know? Or stand”, he said as he was the first one to sit down. It was clear you didn’t quite understand what was happening considering the fact that you weren’t being very open. Your arms were crossed and your eyes darted between this man and the chair you were suppose to sit in. “Don’t be shy”, he said. Take a seat”.

As you walked towards the gray chair, which oddly resembled the gray chair in your room, you sat on it. “What did you need me here for”, you question in a low tone as you fiddled with your thumbs. You were quite nervous. You really needed to start questioning people. This event was only delaying that more! You didn’t have much more time. You just prayed that this would be over with quickly.

“Yes, indeed I did”, he stated calmly while looking up at you.

“We’ll I’m kind of on a tight schedule, so could we speed this up a bit”, you questioned while looking around and tapping your left foot.

“Of course your majesty”, he said in a sarcastically funny way. “Well it has come to my attention that you seemed a little stressed. Now I won’t play games with you or lie to you. I understand that you feel threatened by some anonymous person here. My job is to make sure the scholars at Gotham Academy are feeling perfectly fine. In order for me to make sure no one is going to be harmed here, I’m going to have to ask you a few questions. All you have to do is tell the truth. This meeting should take about two to five hours, so I suggested you put your schedule on hold for a little bit”, he said his he pulled the pen out of his pocket and clicked it, making the tip of it to come out.

“Two to five hours”, you exclaimed!

“Indeed. So! For your first question do yo-“, he was abruptly cut of.

“Listen sir. I would love to answer your questions right now. But I don’t have time to spare. I’d like to reschedule this anytime next week. I just really don’t have time right now”, you spoke as you stood gathering all of your belongings.

“According to the “misprision of a felony” law, you legally have to answer my questions. You are a witness of a possible committed crime and can face jail time of up to three years and face a fine of two-hundred fifty thousands dollars. According to your files, you could barely pay rent. If you answer my questions truthfully this possibly does not have to affect you. Is this clear”, he questioned.

This should be illegal. Damn this school! Every time you tried to find things out you were always shut down by something or someone! He shouldn’t be able to interrogate you without your consent. But you new he could get away with it. With his income and the schools favor on him, he could easily beat you if you two were to go to court. You truly had no way to escape his questions so you did the only thing you knew you could. You agreed.

Eight hours. What was suppose to take five hours at MAXIMUM took eight fucking hours. You could never get those eight hours back. Damian had probably been wondering were you were. Would if he thought you were dead? Well now you knew that wasn’t the case when he saw you again and hugged you through the entire night. Tomorrow was the last day. You had one more day till it was all over. One more day till you might be dead. Tomorrow would be day 7. The final day. You needed to know who this person was. Though, you did learn that the man who might rob you of your life was named Grayson. Dick, Grayson. And that’s exactly why he went on your list tonight. And tomorrow Cass or Steph might be your last guess.

Written: Friday, September 15, 2023

#Yandere Damian Wayne #Yandere Damian Al Ghul #Day 6 #Jason Todd #Cassandra Cane #Timothy Drake #Stephanie Brown #Dick Grayson #Mr.Wilson #Large School #Office

[subukunojess]

DDLV: Forgotten Headcanons

*CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR DISNEY DREAMLIGHT VALLEY* *Read At Your Own Risk*

Hi guys. Going off with my Dreamlight Valley kick by wanting to share my headcanons for The Forgotten that I will be writing for in fanfic when I get free time. It’s been fun knowing what happens in the 5th update, then playing things out for myself and connecting the dots with the memories and quests I’m doing on my end. 

Note that this version of The Forgotten is based on my personal experiences and that some of the characters I mention are not in the canon game (yet). These headcanons will be out of order

Without further ado, here is how I will be writing The Forgotten under the cut:

The Forgotten

Alias: Jess, The Ruler, Shadow Moth, The Dragon

Gender: Nonbinary/Genderfluid

Pronouns: They/Them (but they do not mind other pronouns)

Theme Song: Once Upon A December from “Anastasia” 

It’s hard to pinpoint when the split happened. I was introduced to the harshness of the world when I was young. I got bullied and had to deal with deaths in the family, and even though I grew up older than my peers, I would turn to the internet world to daydream and cope with the real world. I know that I officially grew up in adulthood after leaving high school, but I didn’t feel my “teenage angst” until my early to mid-twenties. So for Jess, the split happened slowly and fragmented. The exact timing is vague but I would say it happened when I transferred to my 4 year college. 

One night, Jess wakes up to find herself surrounded by night thorns wrapping around her, digging into her skin. She tries to remove them, but there are too many and she could hardly move. She cries for help and in a desperate act, tries to use a magic spell. She’s panicking and Oogie Boogie (if you have seen the NBC post earlier, this would make sense) comes in to rescue her. Who else was he gonna play games with and complain to Jack to? Jess messes up the spell, there’s an explosion of light, and Jess stands alone with no thorns or Oogie. Panicking again, she gets even more alarmed when she suddenly transforms into a shadow version of Oogie. She runs into the Glade of Trust crying when Mother Gothel finds her and takes advantage of the situation. Only Mother Gothel knows about the incident. 

Later on, Jess finds out that she said the wrong spell and it backfired, splitting Oogie in half and merging one-half of him into her. Not only does she get frustrated with looking for the other half, but now the Night Thorns are getting worse, people are forgetting things, and Jess feels like she’s changing. 

At that point, I think the transformation from Jess to The Forgotten was gradual and smooth. In the beginning, it was just an eye color change here or a change in clothing there. When they had more energy and a little bit of hope, they would disguise themselves to look how they used to but over time, it got harder to do so and they started to get negative thoughts, but they did not know how to express themselves. They would put up a front but slowly lose motivation to do things to the point that they didn’t care about the quality of the product and they tended to do things themselves. 

Up until this point, Oogie had not come out yet. It was only when Mother Gothel tricked Jess into taking the Orb of Trust and trying to seal them in the tree that Jess turned into Oogie and fought back, causing Gothel to be stuck in the tree. Same with Scar when he tricked them into destroying Sunlit Plateau. It was more subdued however because Scar at least didn’t force the Ruler to be imprisoned.

There was one moment where the Forgotten cared for something and forgot their angst for one night. One day, Lock, Shock, and Barrel came to them complaining about how boring everything got, and they low-key feared that Halloween would be forgotten. (At this point, Jack and Sally are in Halloween Town and Oogie is in the ruler). Hearing this, The Forgotten cursed at the thorns at the idea of forgetting the most beloved/sacred holiday, so they decide to be spiteful/petty about it. They made a huge load of candy and decorated the Forgotten Lands so it’s like a Halloween Forest with candy everywhere and there’s only one house to trick or treat from: the Fairy Godmother. I’d imagine the Fairy is the type to be all sweet and give you those king-sized chocolate bars and candy apples. The Forgotten had a crown, wings, and a costume along with a dragon mask they crafted (inspired by Maleficent). It’s that one sweet moment that both Oogie’s Boys and the Fairy Godmother remember. 

One day, the Forgotten got curious about a spell to save people from the darkness, so they decide to test it with the Orb of Love. They tried to distract Olaf by offering to play Hide and Seek. When the spell didn’t work, they abandoned the orb and went to the secret chamber to study and leave through a portal. Olaf comes in with the orb, trying to give it back. The Forgotten gets angry, snatches the orb, and throws it in an unstable portal, shifting into Oogie. They then realize what they did, shocked and in horror that they were mean to Olaf. They call themselves a monster and wants to go where monsters go. 

They then teleport to Lalotai unconsciously where they were about to be eaten by a monster but they were saved unawares by Tamatoa. Seeing that this strange human has magic, skills, jewels, and the potential to get revenge on Maui, Tamatoa takes the Forgotten in as a prisoner/mentee, teaching them about hunting prey, fighting, searching for treasure, and being a monster. As a result, the Forgotten can grow claws, use bioluminescent colors, have a new outfit, and can freely change into Shadow Oogie. Real-life equivalent: it was in the same year that my life changed for me when I watched Moana for the first time and actually joined Tumblr. It was Tamatoa that helped me grow and move forward in my life. 

Although they honed their skills, the Forgotten knows that they cannot control the thorns anymore and they get the motivation to protect everyone from the Forgetting, so they leave a Forgotten Relic with Tamatoa and go to a Dark Castle where they make their home there and prepare for the ultimate spell.

I’ll hold off for now on headcanons since it might get too long, but I did want to write these ideas down while they are still fresh in my mind. If you have any ideas or comments or get inspired, feel free to share!

#Disney Dreamlight Valley #ddlv spoilers #spoilers #The Forgotten #DDLV Jess #The Ruler #headcanon #Oogie Boogie #Nightmare Before Christmas #lock shock and barrel #Mother Gothel #Scar #Fairy Godmother #Olaf #Moana #Tamatoa #fanfic #I will write these scenes at one point #I have the most self indulgent thoughts for the Forgotten and this is just the beginning

[messers-moony]

Devotion: Chapter Twenty-Two | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Umbrella Academy. All rights go to the creators of the show, the comics and everyone in between. Gifs used in these chapters are NOT mine and are/were found on Pinterest.

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Intense Scenes, and Abuse (if I missed any let me know)

—Tempered Timeline

❝Thank you for your time.❞

She was tired. There was nothing more she wanted than to sleep. The universe was never kind. It was unusual to think that it would change its ways for one time. Everything looked the same. The interior hadn’t changed a day. Y/n was getting a headache. She tucked her hair behind her ears and turned around. Ben was still standing there. He looked nothing like the boy she knew. 

“Ben.” 

He narrowed his eyes. Luther walked toward him, “Is that really you?”

“And who are the weirdos on the balcony?” Y/n and Klaus jumped at Diego’s shouting.

“Jesus Christ,” Y/n muttered.

“They are the Sparrows.” Reginald replied, “My children.”

Y/n felt the house rumble beneath her feet. She turned to Five with wide eyes, “I'm sorry. What do you mean, your children?”

“That's not possible, old man.”

“Of course it is!” Reginald said, “I think I'd know, wouldn't I?”

She turned around to see all of them. They were standing with Ben on the foyer floor. Y/n counted. They only had seven. Her head was pounding. Y/n watched Klaus point at Ben, “Everybody else can see Ben, right?”

“A little too clear,”

“Cute hat, Sundance.”

“They call themselves the Umbrella Academy, a group of scheming, perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas.” Reginald announced, “Be warned. They claim to be my spawn.”

“Claim?” Allison asked, “Look, Five, what the hell is going on?”

“I don't know yet, but it's concerning.”

“Is he telling the truth?” Y/n turned to see the man with dark skin and hair. 

Vanya tilted her head, “Not the part about us being perfidious.”

“No,” Klaus replied, “We’re amateur-fidious, at best.”

 “But we are his children.” Vanya said, “This is our house.”

“Yeah, yeah. We, uh… We grew up here.”

Y/n sighed. The man with the melting face seemed amused, “‘Yeah, we grew up here.’”

“I kind of think we would have noticed you.” Long brown hair said.

“Hi. I'm Luther.”

“Okay. None of you belong here.”

“Oh!” The short-haired woman exclaimed, “Well, then. I guess we'll just pack our bags and move out.”

Y/n jumped when the cube started speaking. She tilted her head. It was just making squeaking noises. The cube’s head had nothing inside. She wondered if it was another one of Reginald’s experiments gone wrong, “You slay me, Chris.”

She heard heels on the floor and saw Grace in the archway. She still looked the same. She had a floral shirt with a blue and white apron. Grace was holding a white plate with cookies piled on top, “I wasn't expecting company. This is the best I could do on short-“

“Short… Short notice.” Her voice got deeper as it stuttered. 

“Mom.”

The black-haired woman scowled, “Mom? She's a robot, you perv.”

“It's not a robot.”

“Hey,” Luther called, “Don’t you call him that.”

“Or what?”

“Come closer and find out.”

“Luther!” Vanya called, “Guys, chill!”

Y/n tuned out the arguing. She was rubbing her temples. Their thoughts were so loud. Five tapped her left shoulder. She looked up to see his green eyes filled with concern. Y/n gave a week smile. He left his right hand on her shoulder. She consumed herself with his thoughts. He was worried and concerned, but not just for her. He was afraid for his family and concerned that they’d get hurt. She jumped, and Five’s hand lost contact with her shoulder when Klaus was punched. 

 “Hey!” Luther yelled, “What the hell? You didn't have to do that!”

Ben shrugged, “Oh, I'm pretty sure I did!”

“He did.”

“Get back!”

“Luther, hey!”

The dark-skinned male grabbed Luther’s stomach, “Back off!”

Y/n watched Luther throw his punch as the other man ducked. The man kicked him in the stomach and lifted Luther off his feet into Klaus. Y/n hissed as the couch flew backward from the weight. Luther fell on the rug beside Reginald, on top of Klaus. She could hear Klaus groaning. Y/n saw the man with the melted face heading toward her. She followed Allison and Vanya into the foyer. 

Her back was to the stairs. The man had his back to the wall separating it from the living room. He chuckled and tilted his head at her, “How old are you, little girl?”

“Does it really matter?”

“I suppose it doesn’t.” He said, crossing his arms, “I’d prefer not to go to jail for sending a minor to the hospital.”

Y/n shook her head, “What’s your name, tough guy?”

“Why?”

“You’ll need a headstone, won’t you?”

“Alphonso.”

She smiled, “Thank you for your time.”

He furrowed his eyebrows before he started groaning. Y/n clenched her fist. She could hear the bones in his right arm shattering until she felt the same pain in hers. She whined and lifted her left hand. Y/n held it facing her right arm, palm out and started holding the bones in place. She could feel the energy leaving her body. It felt like a beam ripping it from her. 

“How- How are you doing this?”

Y/n chuckled through the whining, “I’m not just a little girl,”

She waved her right hand and watched it bend backward. Y/n’s left hand fixed her bones before releasing the hold on herself and Alphonso. He grunted and fell to his knees. His left hand holding his right arm. Alphonso squinted at her, “You’re more powerful than I thought.”

“Well,” Y/n said smiling smugly, “Practice does make perfect, doesn’t it?”

Y/n turned around in the foyer to see Allison and Vanya gone. She sighed. Alphonso couldn’t do much with a broken arm, and Y/n couldn’t do much. She stood in the middle of the foyer when she heard footsteps on the wooden stairs. Y/n sighed, and Alphonso held a gleeful smile. But they weren’t footsteps. 

She looked down to see a boy in navy clothes at her feet. Y/n sighed and kicked his side lightly. He groaned. Y/n chuckled, “So, how was your trip down the steps?”

“Oh,” Five replied, “Fucking magnificent.”

Y/n laughed until she heard a voice in the living room, “See?”

“Bigger isn’t always better.”

“Is that what you tell your girlfriends?”

She saw the man from earlier standing on the coffee table. Luther was standing up. He swiped his feet as the other man jumped. The man lifted his leg from swinging and swiped Luther in the face. Luther groaned and flew over the couch. Five whined at her feet. 

“Come on, Five.”

Y/n extended her hand, and Five took it. He dusted himself off, and Y/n moved the sleeve of her shirt over her hand. She started wiping at the blood on his forehead. Five swatted her hand away, “I need you to save Luther’s ass.”

“What’s new?”

“I’m gonna find Allison,” Five said, “We need to get the fuck out of here, quick.”

“All right, I’ll see you on the other side.”

She heard a wisp, and Five was gone. Y/n sauntered into the living room. Her shoes made no noise against the usually noisy tile floor. The Sparrows were gathered around Luther in a small circle. Y/n overheard them talking about dinner and learned that the dark-haired man’s name was Marcus. He had a foot on Luther’s chest. 

“Yeah, that's the wrong answer, dude.”

Ben held up a finger to Alphonso, “Let him finish him off.”

“Then let's end this.”

Y/n cringed at Marcus stomping on Luther’s chest. She could hear the ribs breaking, and Marcus went for one final step. His foot was held mid-air. He pushed down again and struggled. His foot wouldn’t meet Luther’s chest, and Alphonso groaned. Marcus’ foot flew into the air, and he lost his balance. He fell onto his back. The Sparrows turned behind. 

“Hello.”

“This is the girl who broke your arm?” The black-haired girl asked. 

Alphonso nodded, “Yes, Jayme.”

“She looks the same age as the little boy I just kicked down the steps.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, “Excuse me?”

“Protective, huh?” Jayme snickered, “Cute.”

Y/n didn’t get a chance to reply. Jayme was releasing a black substance from her mouth. Y/n saw the black veins in her neck and watched it fly from her mouth. She chuckled before holding up her palm. The substance stayed floating in between them. Y/n chuckled at Jayme’s shock.

“Yeah?” Y/n crossed her arms, “Let’s try that again.”

The black substance hit Jayme in the cheek. She seemed spaced out, and her eyes dilated. Y/n jumped when she heard Vanya’s voice, “Luther!”

“Vanya!”

She looked up and saw Vanya being held in the air. Vanya floated over to the living room, “Luther, Y/n, go! Get out!”

Vanya was pulled down faster than Y/n could counter. Vanya’s back hit the coffee table, and the table broke into wooden splinters. Y/n looked around and saw Luther gone. She sighed with relief. Y/n walked into the foyer and heard a wisp. She turned to see Five frantically looking around, “Where’s the briefcase?”

“Shit,” He cursed, “It’s gone.”

His eyes widened when they saw her. He held out his hand, and she didn’t take it. Y/n was staring in the living room, “Vanya, get out of there!”

Y/n watched the Sparrows surround Vanya. She was still lying on the broken coffee table. Y/n felt someone grip her hand tight. She looked down and saw Five’s hand wrapped securely around her wrist. Vanya’s skin went pale-white, and her chest began glowing. She couldn’t see anything else before blue electricity surrounded her like an old friend. 

They appeared outside the Academy. The warm air hit her like a brick. The spatial jumps were always freezing cold. She saw Luther, Allison, Diego, and Klaus standing outside. Her body shivered. Five pulled her into his chest. His heart was beating erratically. Y/n’s body was trembling. 

“You’re okay,” Five assured, “You’re okay.”

Y/n released a shaky breath, “I’m- I’m okay.”

She pulled away from him. Everyone was staring at them, “You try getting spatial jumped when you aren’t expecting it.”

“I have!” Diego raised his index finger. 

“I’m aware.” She deadpanned, and Diego smiled. 

Five sighed, “Come on,”

Y/n tucked her hair behind her ears. Five walked in front of the others. Luther and Allison weren’t far behind him. Klaus strolled the streets like a dazed cat. Y/n and Diego walked together in the back. His arm wrapped around her shoulders. They walked ten minutes away, and Y/n couldn’t feel her legs. Five led them to a park. 

The grass and scenery was beautiful. She found herself enjoying it despite her body feeling numb. Beside a pond was a white bridge with two white picnic tables and two brown benches. Y/n rubbed her temples before stumbling onto the first picnic table. She sat on the table and put her feet on the seat. 

Everything was too much. The sun was too hot. Her clothes were too itchy. Everyone was too loud. Her ears were ringing. Her head was pounding. Everything was spinning. Someone was talking, but she couldn’t hear them. The trees turned into green blobs. Everyone turned into mostly black chunks except for Five, who looked navy. He was snapping his fingers in her face. 

She didn’t get to reply because she fell head first into his jaw. Her skull pounded as a result.

The beach was a blur too. She couldn’t see. Her hearing was very faint. Her head still pounded. Y/n took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She could see concerned jade ones staring back at her. A steady hand on her left shoulder kept her in place. She rubbed her eyes, and everything went slightly into focus. Y/n saw Five in front of her and turned to see Diego on her left. His hand stroked her shoulder. 

Y/n turned more to the left to see Klaus lying on a picnic table on his back. His hair was sprawled against the wooden surface. The sun glazed his face. She saw Allison and Luther sitting on a park bench together. Allison had dried blood beneath her nose, and Luther had dried blood all around his hairline. Diego didn’t seem to harm, and Five had a massive spot on his left temple. 

“Oh,” Klaus sighed, “I'm cracking.”

“You all right?”

“I don't know yet.” Luther said, “I've just never had my ass handed to me like that before.”

He sighed, “It's like… Here you go.”

Y/n watched him cup his hands as a giving gesture, “It's your ass.”

“Okay, I think Luther's concussed.” Allison declared.

Klaus sat up on the seat of the picnic bench. He held out three fingers, “Luther, how many fingers?”

She groaned. The sun was too bright on her still sensitive eyes. Her head laid on Five’s shoulder. It pounded. She needed Tylenol. Y/n saw Luther look around. His eyes widened, “Oh my God. Vanya.”

Allison nodded and pointed toward the park entrance. Vanya limped to the park bench, “Thank God you're alive.”

“You okay?”

“Apparently, so is Ben.”

“Yeah.” Allison said, “And he's a complete dickhead.”

Diego scoffed, “They're all dickheads.”

“Dickheads who can fight.”

“Okay,” Five sighed, “The next person to say ‘dickhead’ is getting a punch to the throat.”

“Dickhead.”

“Dickhead.”

“Dickhead.”

“Dickhead.”

 Y/n chuckled and felt Five shake his head. She felt Diego’s hand leave her shoulder, “Hey, did Dad tell you why he was calling them his kids?”

She heard Klaus laughing, “He sure did!”

“You ready?” He asked, “Dad was so repulsed by us back in Texas, that he adopted an entirely different group of children just so that he didn't have to raise us.”

“That's just peak Dad.” 

“Isn't it?”

Vanya squinted her eyes, “So he just didn't want us anymore?”

“Did he ever?”

“See?” Luther said, “I told you we shouldn't have asked him for help in '63.”

“I think you're all missing the big picture here.” Five replied, “If Dad didn't adopt us as kids, he changed the timeline. So who knows what else is different now.”

Allison tilted her head, “Shouldn't you know?”

“Sorry, Allison, but it might take me more than 20 minutes and a traumatic brain injury to figure this all out.” Five retorted, “Is that okay with you?”

“No, actually, it's not.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, “Jesus Christ, we just got back. Can we all get a break?”

“No, I’d like to go see my daughter,”

“Yes, and I’d like a very long nap,” Y/n deadpanned, “But we don’t always get what we want. Do we?”

“Guys, look, it's fine.” Vanya interjected, “We still have the Commission's briefcase, so worst case, we can just go back in time and fix it.”

Klaus snapped his fingers, “Great.” 

“Okay. There are two problems with that statement.” Five stood up from the bench. Y/n groaned and placed her head in her palm, “First off–“

“Here we go.”

“Time travel is complicated, people.”

Diego narrowed his eyes, “Yeah, we get it. Your job is so hard. Just what?”

“And secondly…” Five hesitated, “I no longer have the briefcase.”

“Five,” Allison called, standing up, “Where the hell is the briefcase?”

Five bit his lip, “When I went to retrieve it, it was no longer there. I can only assume that Grace or Reginald took it while we were fighting.”

“Amazing,” 

“Well,” Y/n blew a raspberry, “We need to get out of this park because we all look like shit. Luther and I need a lot of sleep. Allison and Five have blood dried all over their face. Klaus, Diego, and Vanya need a fucking break.”

Klaus sighed, “Agreed.”

“Yes, please.”

“Sleep sounds nice.”

Y/n swayed a little, “Perfect, let’s go.”

Five started to walk, and Vanya followed him. Luther and Allison weren’t far behind. Klaus wobbled on his feet. Diego put his arm around Y/n to keep her upright. She leaned most of her weight into his right side. The scenery was gorgeous. The trees were so green, and the flowers were vibrant. Y/n wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeve to find it tattered. She sighed and looked down at her pants. 

Her jeans were covered in new holes. Her shoes were scuffed. Y/n’s shirt was ripped all around her body. Time travel sucked. Her entire body still felt woozy from the unexpected spatial jump. She watched people stare at them. The people gave them judging looks. She didn’t bother. She couldn’t do anything until she slept. 

Allison was always too impatient, “What are we doing?”

“Ruminating.”

“Why is everyone staring at us?”

Diego narrowed his eyes, “Because we look like the damn Village People just lost a fight.”

He took Klaus’s hat. Klaus tried snatching it back, but Diego elbowed him lightly in the stomach. Y/n pushed off Diego and tucked her hair behind her ears. Her body felt like it was overheating. She couldn’t imagine what seven people, wearing all black, with dried blood, looked like.

“You know what?” Allison said, “I need to go find Claire. I will catch up with you guys later.”

“Hey, Allison, no.” Vanya replied, “First, let's get somewhere safe, clean up those cuts, and then we'll go find her.”

“Man, I hate those guys.”

Y/n looked up to see a billboard of the Sparrows. They had catchphrases on them with pictures of the members. She tilted her head. The Umbrella Academy didn’t get far enough for that. She saw Luther look loathingly at the image, “Look at 'em with their… stupid smug…”

“You can do it.” Klaus encouraged, “You can do it.”

“S- s- smug- smugness.”

Klaus sighed, “Keep working on it, big guy. You'll land one, eventually.”

“But honestly, what are we doing?” Allison asked, “We can't stand here bleeding out in this park.”

Y/n shrugged, “I’d rather bleed out in a park than the Academy.” 

Diego ruffled her hair, “I don't know, but we better gear up fast before they come for round two.”

“What makes you think they'll come after us?”

“Because I would.”

Y/n chuckled, “They aren’t you, vengeance.”

“Aren’t you his Robin?” Klaus asked.

Diego laughed, and Y/n huffed. Klaus waved his hand, “We did break into their house…”

“Our house.”

“Bust up all their nice antiques and shit.”

“Yeah.” Luther said, “I don't think the crime-fighting… super nerds are gonna let that go.”

Five placed his hands in his pockets, “Let's just think of some place off the radar where we can lie low and not draw attention.”

“What kind of a weird-ass place are we not gonna draw attention?”

Y/n looked at Klaus swaying in the air. He twirled his body, moving the weight of his arms around. She saw everyone slowly turn to Klaus from her peripheral vision. Klaus looked around aimlessly at the eyes. His hair was slightly frizzed, and his dog tags made a subtle clink noise. He smiled.

“I have the perfect place.”

Klaus skipped in front of the group. Y/n shook her head lightly with a fond smile. They walked deeper into the city. The area still looked the same except for the new billboards and posters. Y/n remembered walking the streets daily to get fresh air. The parks were always so lovely. She’d walk to the pharmacy, Klaus’ rehab facility, Diego’s gym, and Vanya’s apartment. 

The city was bustling with people. She heard cars against asphalt, people talking, music playing, and animals. She followed Klaus as they walked blocks away from the Academy. In the middle of downtown was a huge hotel. It was multiple stories high and made out of brick. A black overhead at the entrance read ‘The Hotel Obsidian.’ There were two revolving doors. She watched everyone walk into the left door in the same cubby. 

Y/n was squished between Klaus and Diego, “Oh. Okay. Honestly? We don't all need to be squeezed-”

She stepped out of the door. The hotel lobby had a high ceiling and stairs leading up straight ahead. Elegant light fixtures were lighting up the entrance. The sun covered the room with orange rays. The floor was carpet. To the left and right were sitting areas. The main desk was to the right of the doors. To the left was a bar and buffet with a dining area. 

“There were two entrances, by the way.”

“Oh, Hotel Obsidian.” Klaus said, “I missed you, you slutty old dame.”

“Absorb her. Absorb her into your bosom.” He continued, “You know, 'cause back in her heyday, she played host to world leaders. Roosevelt, Gandhi, Stalin, Gorbachev, Castro, King Olaf of Norway, one of the Kim Jongs, Tito, Dalai Lama, Elvis, and not one but two Kardashians, allegedly.”

Y/n could see people staring. She watched Allison roll her eyes and stroll away, “Wouldn't that- Where you going?”

“I gotta make a call.”

“Nowadays, she's just a flophouse, a party house for those of us not looking to be judged by society's rules and norms,” Klaus said.

“You mean a place to hide?”

“Exactly!” He exclaimed, “It's perfect!”

“And the best part of it is, she's gonna look after us, no questions asked. Never ever. Right?”

Y/n could hear phones ringing in the background. It played like a broken record. She followed Klaus to the front desk. It was wooden and had a black countertop. Behind the black countertop was a pug sitting on a fluffy pink bed. Y/n tilted her head, and the dog just kept panting. 

Klaus tapped the bell, “Chet! Mon frère! It's so great to see you.”

A man wearing a blue and yellow blazer approached the counter, “I'd like my usual suite, por favor.”

“I've never seen you before.” Y/n watched Luther and Diego pet the small dog. 

“See? Told you.” Klaus said, “Discreet.”

“Please stop scaring my dog.” Both men backed away as Y/n snorted.

“We need some rooms, please.” 

“Super,” The man grabbed a sign from behind the counter, “And how will we be paying today?”

The sign read ‘Cash up front.’ Y/n sighed. Luther rolled his eyes, “Fine. Empty your pockets.”

Y/n dug through her pocks. She could feel the silver knife still in her front pocket. Y/n squeezed the handle with her fingers. The cold metal was soothing on her sweaty palms. In her back pocket was a wallet she had stolen in Dallas. It had cash inside, but she left it in her back pocket. 

She watched Klaus pull out condoms from his pocket. Diego grabbed his knife and held it from the black handle. Five held out the old Commission candies. She slapped and took the sweets from his hand. Y/n threw them back into the main entrance. Five narrowed his eyes. Vanya held out peppermints.

“Condom?” Luther asked, “Put the knife away!”

Diego put his knife back into his pocket. She watched Luther dig through his pockets and pull out a translucent item, “Why do I have a hairnet?”

Y/n watched him look at his wrist and take off the watch from Elliott’s, “What does this get us?”

Chet took the watch and looked at it under a magnifying glass. Y/n tilted her head. The man looked and placed the watch on the counter. Chet turned around and grabbed two keys sitting side by side. The keys jingled as he put them on the black countertop, “Two rooms. Mazel tov.”

“Awesome.” Klaus took the key to the left.

Allison snatched the right key, “Well, let's Brady Bunch this bitch.”

Y/n sighed, and her shoes dragged on the carpet to the elevator. Five looked around, “Uh, meet back in the bar in two hours so we can make a plan.”

“I have a plan.” Diego said, “We attack the Sparrows, and we take back our house, and then we punch Dad a bit until he admits that we're better and he loves us more. Boom! Done! We're wasting time!”

She slumped up the stairs. Her legs still felt like jello. Y/n leaned on the elevator behind Five. She watched him click a button and closed her eyes. Klaus and Diego were talking, but she couldn’t hear them. Y/n felt someone push her, and she stumbled forward. Five flew forward and gripped the front of the elevator. He turned around to see her holding desperately onto the railing. He sighed. 

The elevator creaked, and she felt it beneath her feet. It was a slow ride to their floor. It was quiet. The doors dinged open three minutes later. Y/n groaned and opened her eyes. She followed Diego. Klaus put the key into the door, and it clicked open. It had green palm wallpaper. The doorframe was cracked. There were two windows letting light in. The carpet was no different from the lobby. There was a mattress in the right corner and bunk beds in the left corner. Y/n saw a couch in the middle of the two windows. To the left were two armchairs with a small circle table. 

“Oh!” Klaus gasped, “See? It's paradise.”

“High ceilings, sense of space. Aromatic.”

“What the hell? Diego cursed, “Where's the bathroom?”

“Down the hall, or…” Y/n watched Klaus open the window closest to the bunk beds, “Nature's bathroom.”

Diego sniffed, “You're disgusting.”

“But consistent.”

Y/n watched Five shrug off his blazer, “Let's unpack. Settle in.”

She rubbed her eyes tiredly. Y/n watched Klaus unzip his pants and sighed. She watched Five put his blazer on the pole of the bunkbeds. Y/n sat on the bottom bunk and untied her shoes. Luther looked around the room, “Unpack? Unpack what? We don't own anything anymore.”

“Yes, Luther.” Five retorted, “Isn't that liberating?”

“What are you, a commie?”

Y/n heard urine trickling from her left and kicked off both her shoes. Five watched her slide into the bottom bunk. Y/n scooted against the wall. She thought the bed was smaller than a usual twin. Y/n pulled the comforter from above the pillow and slid under it. It was itchy. The pillow was rough beneath her cheek. She closed her eyes and felt someone sliding into it beside her. She felt someone put their arm around her. Y/n opened her eyes to see Five pulling her onto his chest. She moved her cheek and placed it on his chest. Her eyes were slowly drooping.

“No!” Diego yelled, “If I wanted bunk beds and group showers, I would've stayed in the Texas nuthouse.”

“Quite frankly,” Y/n muttered, “I’d rather be here.”

Diego scoffed, “At least they had free Jell-O.”

“I didn’t get Jell-O.”

The bed squeaked as Luther sat on it. Y/n snorted, and Klaus climbed on the top bunk. She watched Diego mutter something under his breath, but Klaus creaked the bed above her, “Jell-O!”

“Hey, Diego,” Five called, “I just spent the past 20 straight days saving the world. Twice.”

“Can I get five minutes to relax before figuring all the new kinks out? Please and thank you.”

Y/n watched Diego groan and hit his head against the wall. She chuckled and closed her eyes. Five was a better pillow. Her body curved against his. Klaus was still jumping above her, and Luther’s mattress occasionally squeaked, but she didn’t want to be elsewhere. She let her breathing even out and slipped into sleep. 

She was protected, loved, and secure. That was enough for now. 

The beach was peaceful. The waves hit her feet, and the stars were bright. She leaned her back against the sand. It was in her hair and getting in her shirt. The cool breeze hit her face. It felt so long since she’d looked at the stars and their intricacies. She saw constellations and remembered their stories. She spoke to no one and let her body relax in the hands of her dream world. Y/n woke up to Five moving from beneath her. 

She groaned and opened her eyes before closing them again. The sun was still too bright. Five chuckled and closed the curtains before kneeling at the bed. Y/n opened her eyes to see the room barely lit by the lightbulbs. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, “I forgot what a deep sleeper you are.”

“Shut up.”

“How did you survive the Commission?” He snickered, “You sleep like a rock.”

She shrugged, “I dunno.”

“You need new clothes and a shower.”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Hargreeves?”

“No,” He replied, “But I’m going to have a shvitz.”

“Okay,”

Five smiled before getting off the bed. She heard his shoes tap against the floor. The door opened and shut closed behind him. Y/n stretched before swinging her legs off the mattress. Thankfully, they no longer felt like jello. She got up and walked out of the room. The door closed with a click. Y/n walked down the hallway to find the bathroom and opened the door. 

It was disgusting. The white tiles weren’t white. There were three bathtubs in the center of the room. Straight ahead were three sinks and three mirrors. They were put in three stations. On the side of the room were shower stations with blue doors. Y/n sighed before walking into the first one on the left. She swung the door closed and locked it. In the stall were shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. She stripped her clothes and placed them out of the water’s reach. She turned the water to warm and started her shower. 

The bathroom was disgustingly humid when she opened the shower door. Her tattered long sleeve stuck to her arms, and her pants were uncomfortably tight. Y/n’s hair was still damp. She took a towel and dried it the best she could. It was still wet, but it wasn’t dripping. Y/n walked out of the bathroom and took an elevator to the lobby. She saw Klaus, Luther, and Diego opening Chinese food containers in the dining room. She smiled and took a seat on Diego’s right. 

Diego was setting out the boxes. He handed one to Y/n, “Figured you’d be hungry. This is all yours, sis.”

“Thank you,” Y/n grabbed a slip of chopsticks. 

She bent the metal bar down and unfolded the top of the box. The smell of food made her more hungry. Y/n dug her chopsticks into the container and started eating. Luther and Diego shoved chow mein into their mouths as Klaus ate delicately. She snickered as Klaus picked around at his container. 

“You should try chewing,” Klaus said, “You might actually taste the food.”

“I haven't eaten in days.”

Y/n saw the chair to her right get pulled backward. Five was plopping himself on the wooden chair. His hair was still slightly damp, and he wore a fluffy white robe. Y/n tilted her head, and Luther narrowed his eyes, “What's wrong? You look happy.”

“I am plenty happy. Had a nap and a shvitz.” Five replied, “What does a man need?”

“Brothers who don't eat like barn animals?”

Y/n snorted as Diego and Luther looked up. Five smiled fondly, “So I've been thinking through our little timeline snafu, and I'm pleased to report that in my professional, expert opinion, we are totally in the clear.”

“Awesome!”

“Huh!”

“Great.”

“Yeah.” Luther said, “So everything's totally fine?”

Five grabbed a slip of chopsticks, “More or less. I mean, there is one… small thing. It's nothing we can't manage.”

Y/n watched him grab a container and start to open it. Diego was still chewing, “So spit it out, Boomer!”

“Fine, Diego, it's like this.” Five said, “Dad didn't adopt us as babies, but those babies still existed here. We just grew up in different places with different people.”

“So?”

“So where are they now?” Five asked, “Odds are, we each have identical versions of ourselves walking around out there, living completely different lives.”

Luther gasped, “Our doppelgängers!”

“That's a made-up word,” Klaus replied.

“No, no! I learned all about this in Texas.” Luther said, “Tell him about the paranoid psychosis, Five.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, “You mean paradox psychosis?”

“Yes,” 

Diego glared, “I thought you said this wasn't a problem.”

“Okay, yes, technically, if you're near your doppel for long, you'll go insane. So, if you see your other self-“

“Kill them.”

“Sleep with them.”

“Avoid them.”

Luther stared incredulously, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Come on.” Klaus drawled, “As if you wouldn't climb Luther Mountain.”

“Wait,” Diego said, “How are we supposed to guarantee we don't cross paths with ourselves?”

“Easy. We're the Benetton ad of superheroes, born all around the world until Dad brought us here, which he no longer did.” Five replied, “Doppels probably aren't even in the same time zone as us.”

“That's true.”

“Yeah.”

Five pointed at a container, “Would you pass the moo shu?”

Y/n jumped when Diego lurched forward. She looked down at the chair and saw his knife sticking out. Y/n put her chopsticks in the container and placed it on the table. She turned around at the same time as Diego. There in the distance was Lila. She had blonde hair with the same choppy fringe. She had a plaid skirt, black tank top, a jean jacket, tights, and boots. In her left hand was a briefcase.

“Hold up.” Diego put his food on the table. 

“I'll be right back.”

Y/n jumped off her chair and followed Diego down the halls. The hotel was grossly warm. Y/n felt the sweat piling on her back, and she sighed. She followed Diego walking through the maze of hallways. The lights were always dim, and it helped ease tension on Y/n’s eyes. They turned a corner to see Lila leaning against the wall. 

Y/n crossed her arms.

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