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Hungry Eyes

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Summary: Spencer is tired of hiding your relationship.

A/N: The idea for this fic came from a lovely anon that requested a fic based on She’s So Nice by Pink Guy. I also drew inspo from Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (strange mix, but stay with me here.) So basically, a lot of Dom!Spencer goodness. I’d like to say a huge thank you for almost 1k followers, because wow. I never imagined 5 people would actually want to read my writing. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, degradation, spitting, slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5.5k

“That is one fine piece of ass. Don’t think I could get any work done with a sweet little thing like that prancing around my precinct,” mutters yet another sleezeball detective, beady eyes trained on you like a lion might study their prospective prey. It’s moments like these that Spencer has to remind himself that patience is a virtue – that he must bite his tongue because he’s at work and that means he has to act professional. Even if those around him don’t seem capable of affording him the same luxury.

So, it’s with a clenched jaw and all the self-restraint that he can muster that Spencer forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Because Spencer is a professional, and there are more pressing matters that demand his undivided attention. The detective could be dealt with later – in the form of a complaint to the higher ups. But for now, patience.

Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Years on the job had taught Spencer to remain level headed no matter the circumstance. Usually, Spencer could tune out the locker room talk in favor of immersing himself into the case. But when it came to you, or rather, people who dared to look upon you with eyes laden with lustful intentions, Spencer had a rather short fuse.

It happens often, and he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d certainly turned his head the first time he was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you. He’d nearly broken his neck trying to steal another glimpse of you as you walked past him on your way to Emily’s office on your first day. No one would ever describe Spencer Reid as forward, but on that day, he was the most brazen he’d ever been.

Throwing caution to the wind, Spencer made a split-second decision stop you and introduce himself.

It was the best decision he would ever make.

So, yes – he understood why the head of everyone you passed turned your way, eager to bask in your unparalleled beauty. But that didn’t mean that he had to like it. In fact, every time Spencer caught some imprudent bastard leering at you, he had to remind himself that enacting physical force on another person with no real reason could cost him his job. That, and he was above resorting to violence – or at least he was, until you came around.

Part of his anger was rooted in the obvious lack of respect. It didn’t matter if Spencer held your hand in his as the two of you walked down the street, or if he kissed you on the lips in the middle of a crowded restaurant. All the PDA in the world did nothing to assuage the lingering stares, and Spencer felt his sanity chip away with every passing day.

In the beginning, keeping his relationship with you a secret from your colleagues seemed like a good enough idea. Both of you were in agreement that you didn’t want to your personal relationship to affect your professional one, so when the elevator doors opened up and the two of you stepped out into the bullpen, you both were on your best behavior. And it was okay at first – Spencer was able to put his romantic feelings aside and focus on his work, all while still being able to make eyes at you from across the room. It was the perfect arrangement.

Until it wasn’t.

Because it wasn’t enough that you were gorgeous – you were also the most selfless person that Spencer had ever met. Always eager to lend a hand to anyone in need – always seeing the best in everyone, regardless of if they deserve it or not. It was an admirable quality to have, and he loved you for it, but on days like today he wishes you were a little more perceptive.

That, and he wishes you’d chosen to wear anything but the tight little skirt and low-cut top that you were currently sporting. Not that he didn’t love the way the fabric clung to your figure like it was tailor-made for you – because he did - it was just that every other male in the precinct seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. And that made Spencer’s blood boil.

The tipping point comes when, just as Spencer is trying to hunt you down and propose a quick lunch break, he finds you engaging in conversation with the very same detective that had been spouting lewd comments about you all morning. You’re seated at the breakroom table, clutching a fresh cup of coffee in hand as you look up at the man, a polite smile upturning your lips as you listen to him drone on about how his amateur baseball team had won some stupid fucking tournament the previous weekend. He’s smiling down at you, endlessly smug and way too pleased with himself at having captured your attention.

It makes Spencer sick.

His reprieve comes when your eyes flit to the doorway and you flash him a breathtaking smile. It makes him warm from the inside out, and Spencer wants nothing more than to plant kiss after kiss on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t, so he settles on returning your smile.

“There you are,” Spencer greets as he crosses the room before coming to a stop next to you. “I was thinking we could go grab lunch.”

“Is it really lunch time already?” you murmur as you glance down at your watch. “I guess I let the day get away from me. Detective Yarborough was just telling me about the baseball game his team won this weekend.”

“Oh, was he now,” Spencer feigns interest as he turns to face the man.

“Yup,” you say, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable tension. “Didn’t you tell me you played in a baseball game once?”

This piques the interest of Yarborough and he raises an eyebrow at Spencer.

“You play?” he asks, tone laden with disbelief.

“Not exactly.”

The detective merely harrumphs in response, and an uncomfortable silence falls on the room.

Your eyes dart between the two men and your brows furrow adorably as you try to make sense of the almost palpable animosity.

“Okay… So, lunch. Did you have anything in mind, Spence?”

“There’s a really good pizza joint two blocks from here,” Yarborough chimes in. “I could show you, if you like.”

He acts as if the offer extends to you both, but the way he looks only at you when he says it tells Spencer otherwise.

“The hospitality is appreciated, but that won’t be necessary,” Spencer breezes, clipped and to the point. He’s able to see in his peripheral vision the way your eyebrows raise in shock, but he’s too busy glaring at the detective to care.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks anyways, Detective,” you mutter confusedly as you stand.

“Anything for a pretty lady such as yourself,” he replies. “And you can call me Trevor.”

Spencer’s hands are clenched into fists and he has to actually bite down on his tongue to keep from doing something he’d surely regret later. You bid Trevor ado with a smile and a parting wave, and then Spencer’s ushering you out of the room and down the hall, hand placed firmly on your back. He can’t do much in regards to initiating physical contact, but he allows himself this miniscule act of PDA. The feeling of your warmth radiating through your blouse is the only thing keeping him from giving into his primal instincts. Instincts that are screaming at him to put that smarmy bastard in his place.

The hours after lunch pass by rather uneventfully. You accompany Tara when she goes to interview the victim’s family, and for the first-time all-day Spencer is able to repress his frustration long enough to focus on piecing together a geographical profile. By the time you and Tara return, the sun has long since disappeared from the sky and fatigue is rolling off everyone in waves. When Emily finally announces the end of the day, she’s met with absolutely no resistance.

Spencer immediately scans the room for you, only to frown when he sees that you’re nowhere in sight. In fact, he hasn’t set eyes on you in well over an hour, too busy wrapping up the days’ work to notice your absence until now.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” Spencer calls out. His question is met by several shaking heads.

“I think she’s busy,” JJ sing-songs, eyebrows waggling suggestively. Spencer’s frown only deepens.

“Busy?”

JJ nods.

“Yarborough has been chomping at the bit to ask her to dinner. My guess is he’s got her cornered somewhere.”

Of fucking course.

Spencer’s out of his seat and stomping through the precinct in second, oblivious to the way his coworkers exchange curious glances as he storms off.

He finds the two of you in much the same way as before, only this time Trevor is blocking your path to the doorway, hand in the air as he moves to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“– C’mon, babe. Say you’ll go to dinner with me,” Trevor croons in a way that’s supposed to come off as seductive. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

You lean backwards in an attempt to evade his touch, and you barely get the chance to open your mouth when Spencer intervenes.

“She’s not interested.”

The detective whips around, snorting in annoyance when he sees Spencer standing in the doorway.

“What are you, her fucking keeper?” Trevor sneers, before turning back to face you. “Who does this guy think he is?”

Something in Spencer snaps, then – the same something that has been swelling inside him for months, threatening to spill over every time he had to pretend that the stares didn’t enrage him. He’s tired of pretending, tired of hiding, and so, so fucking tired of not putting assholes like Trevor Yarborough in their place.

Fueled by months of suppressed anger, Spencer manages to cross the room in about two seconds. He has several inches on the detective, standing at an intimidating six-foot one inch in height, so when he comes to a stop right in front of the detective, he’s looming over him threateningly.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend, and if you so much as try to touch her again, I’ll break your goddamn hand,” Spencer spits out, and he’d be lying if he said the way Trevor’s eyes widen in fear doesn’t thrill him. “Are we clear?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude,” Trevor splutters, raising his hands in surrender. “Didn’t know she was taken. My bad.”

Spencer tears his eyes away from the detective and takes in the way you’re watching on with an amused expression. He reaches out, and you’re quick to place your hand in his. Without speaking another word to the detective, Spencer leads you from the room and out the back entrance of the precinct.

“What was that?” you tease, eyes glistening mischievously underneath the street lights. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t taking things public just yet?”

Spencer crowds you against the brick wall of the building, pressing his body flush against yours. He ducks down swiftly, pulling you into a frenzied kiss. His lips drag against yours relentlessly, and all it takes is one breathy moan before he’s licking into your mouth possessively. Spencer slots his knee in between your legs, simultaneously groping at your chest with one hand as the other tangles in your hair.

When Spencer pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck as you writhe against him, hands clinging tightly to his dress shirt. You whimper when his teeth nip at the tender spot right under your ear, and you can’t help the way your hips cant up when Spencer’s tongue brushes against reddened skin.

“I’m tired of pretending,” Spencer murmurs as his mouth continues to move against you, sucking purple bruises against your flesh. “Don’t fucking care about how it will affect the job. Tomorrow, everyone’s gonna know that you’re mine. Gonna mark every inch of you tonight – gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.”

“Please,” you slur as you guide Spencer’s hand down until his fingers graze the end of your skirt. Spencer chuckles darkly against your neck when his hand brushes against the soiled lace of your panties.

“Didn’t mean I’d fuck you right here,” he laughs, prompting you to let out an impatient whine. The hand that was previously tangled in your hair slides down until it’s wrapped around your throat, and Spencer’s cock twitches eagerly in his pants when you push your throat harder into his palm. “Such a needy little slut for me. Ready and willing for me to fuck you out in the open, where anyone could walk by and see how fucking desperate you are for my cock.”

“M’ your slut,” you pant as Spencer’s middle and index fingers ghost across your center. “Only yours, Spence. I don’t care who sees, just - please fuck me!”

“I fucking own you,” Spencer growls against your lips as he tightens his hold on your throat. “And as much as I’d love to take you right against this wall, the things I have planned for you would elicit quite an audience. I know how loud you like to be.”

Spencer pushes your panties to the side and you let out a low hiss as he drags a finger across where want him most. You cry out in frustration when he removes his hand to bring it up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean.

“Just needed a little taste to tide me over,” Spencer murmurs, smirking devilishly at you as he steps back from you. “Let’s head back to the hotel. I’ve got lots I wanna do to you, pretty girl.”

As soon as the door to the hotel room clicks shut, clothes are flying off as the two of you make your way to the bed. It’s a mad dash as you both undress, and as soon as the last garment leaves your body, Spencer pounces on you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and the way you immediately go pliant as Spencer’s mouth works against yours makes him hum appreciatively.

“Don’t feel like being nice tonight. Are you gonna let me use that pretty little pussy however I want?” Spencer inquires, though he already knows the answer. He’s known how tonight would pan out ever since the first roll of your hips against his back at the police station.

You nod fervently, hopelessly, and Spencer moves his hand up to grip your chin in his hand. The pad of his thumb traces over the swollen skin of your kiss bruised lips.

“What about this?” he asks, tapping lightly against your lip. “Are you gonna let me fuck this slutty little mouth of yours?” Spencer slips his thumb into your mouth and you immediately close your lips around the digit, suckling lightly. Your eyes never leave his.

“You’d do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you, pet?” Spencer muses, pressing his thumb farther into your mouth until you gag around him. Spencer withdraws his thumb and his hand tugs hard on the hair at the back of your scalp. “Open.”

You oblige immediately, and Spencer spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being instructed, and the visual of it makes Spencer let out a low groan.

“Get on your knees,” Spencer barks out, and the way you scramble to follow his order makes him let out a chuckle. “So eager to have my cock in your mouth,” he hums as he taps his dick teasingly against your cheek. You open your mouth wide for him, and Spencer guides your mouth down onto his dick at a tantalizingly slow pace. You let out a moan as you hollow your cheeks around his head, tongue lapping greedily at the precum that gathered there before Spencer makes you take him deeper.

“Everyone thinks you’re such an innocent little thing, but here you are, letting me use you like a cheap whore while you enjoy every minute of it,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as you moan wantonly around his cock. It isn’t until he’s halfway down your throat that your eyes begin to water, mascara running down your cheeks as he fucks into your mouth.

Spencer lets out a choked sound when your nose brushes against the skin of his abdomen, and he has to fight the urge to throw his head back in pleasure. He doesn’t want to look away, not even for a moment. Not when you’re looking up at him like that, tears running down your face as you swallow around his length.

He pulls you off him just the tiniest bit before he’s forcing you back down, a string of curses falling from his lips as your head bobs up and down.

“You take my cock so well, pretty girl,” Spencer praises, prompting you to let out a muffled moan around him. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through him and he can help the way his hips stutter. “Fuck, baby. You like it when I tell you what a perfect little whore you are, don’t you?”

You’re unable to answer, because Spencer presses down on the back of your head until you’ve taken all of him again. The pressure he puts on you doesn’t relent, not even when you gag around him.

“Fucking choke on it, slut,” Spencer grunts. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. You were just begging me to fuck you in an alley not twenty minutes ago, like some pathetic fucking tramp. You wanna act like a tramp, I’m gonna treat you like one.”

Spencer’s lips curl into a debauched grin when your hands come up and grip the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer and further down your throat.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” Spencer moans, giving several more harsh thrusts before pulling you off of him completely. Spencer reaches down to wipe at the spit that coats your lips as you look up at him with a shy smile.

“You okay, pretty girl?” Spencer asks as he caresses the side of your face.

“Mm,” you hum, nuzzling your face against his palm. “Keep going, please. Don’t hold back.”

“God, I fucking love you,” Spencer sighs happily. “Get on the bed.”

By the time Spencer fishes a tie out of his suitcase, you’re sprawled out across the bed, head resting against the pillows with your legs spread wide. Your teeth are nestled against your bottom lip as you watch him stalk towards you, eyes running up and down his naked figure appreciatively.

Spencer crawls onto the bed until he’s settled in between your legs. You present your wrists to him, just like you’ve done a million times before, and Spencer feels that familiar thrum of excitement rush through his body. He fucking lives for moments like these – moments where all his problems melt away to nothing. Moments where he has no other thought than wrecking you, thoroughly and completely.

Once your wrists are bound you hold them above you, and Spencer sits back on his heels, eyes raking up and down every inch of you.

“M’ so fucking lucky to be the only one who gets to see you like this.”

Spencer pinches your right nipple in between his fingers and you let out a squeak, hips bucking up, desperate for some friction. He kneads your breast in his hand as he lowers his mouth to the other one, tongue laving around you. A light nip from his teeth is all that it takes for you to cry out, eyelids fluttering closed.

“Spence, please. Need you to touch me now, pl-”

Spencer’s hand connecting with your cheek stops you from finishing your sentence.

“Do not tell me what to do,” Spencer seethes, once again gripping your chin to keep you from looking away. “Ungrateful slut. I should just leave you here, fucking dripping and desperate for a release that you won’t get. Maybe then you’d learn to take what’s given to you.”

“Please, no! I’ll be good, I swear. I’m sorry!”

Spencer narrows his eyes at you, contemplative.

“Open.”

You do as he says, and without another word Spencer inserts two fingers into your mouth, pressing down hard on your tongue.

“Get them nice and wet, and maybe I’ll think about using them on you.”

You do as he tells you, and by the time Spencer removes his fingers from your mouth, you’re trembling underneath him from anticipation.

“D-Did I do good?” you stutter out, batting your lashes at him as you squirm under his gaze.

“So good, baby. I think you’ve earned my fingers,” Spencer hums. “Need you to be still, okay? You’re not gonna like what happens if you try to move.”

You nod enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers brush across your clit. Spencer spends ample time rubbing deliciously slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, relishing in every gasp and whimper that falls from your lips. Lips that he’d very much like to kiss, so he does, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate. Spencer lets out a happy sigh into your mouth.

You get lost in the kiss, so lost in the way that Spencer licks into your mouth that it catches you completely off guard when he slides two fingers into you.

“Oh, God,” you moan when Spencer curls his fingers against your walls, fucking them in and out of you, slow and unrelenting.

“S’that feel good, princess?” Spencer asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Tell me how it feels.”

Your head falls back against the pillows as you struggle to keep your hips firmly placed on the mattress.

“Feels amazing, Spence. Always feels so good with you. Never want anyone else, only you.”

And fuck, if that sentiment doesn’t shoot straight to his heart - amongst other places. Spencer places a tender kiss to your cheek before he’s moving down to your neck and sucking a bruise right under your jaw.

“Yeah?” Spencer prompts. “Not even that stupid fucking detective? I’m sure he’d love a chance to see you like this.”

“So, you were jealous,” you chuckle between moans, and Spencer bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder.

“F-Fuck, Spencer!”

“Should I be jealous?” Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers, scissoring them at such an unforgiving pace that you can’t help but roll your hips against them.

You regret this instantly, because Spencer’s fingers immediately pull out of you, leaving you empty and cold. Spencer tuts, shaking his head disappointedly.

“Dumb little whore can’t even sit still long enough to cum on my fingers.”

“Please, let me try again. I’ll do better, I promise!”

Spencer shakes his head and scoots up until his back is rested against the pillows.

“C’mere,” he commands. “Lay across my lap. Or can you not follow simple commands?”

“I-I can,” you whisper as you crawl across him, splaying out so that you rest on your elbows with your ass in the air.

Spencer grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it in his hands.

“How many do you think you deserve?”

You blush and smile shyly at him from over your shoulder.

“However many you want to give me. I can take it.”

Spencer returns your smile.

“Good answer. I think you can handle fifteen. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. T-Thank you, Spencer,” you mumble, cheeks burning red. Spencer continues to caress the tender skin of your bare ass, admiring the way the skin is completely blank; the perfect canvas.

You let out a whimper when his hand comes down hard on your ass before kneading the sensitive, reddening skin.

“T-Thank you,” you gasp out, and Spencer is quick to follow up with another strike against the opposite cheek.

It goes on like this until it’s time for the fifteenth strike, and by then you’ve devolved into garbled whines, ass bright red and marked up with the imprint of Spencer’s hands. His dick is painfully hard underneath you, and you’re in a similar state – arousal dripping onto Spencer’s thigh, coating it.

“Last one, baby. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Y-Yes,” you choke out. “Please, I need it. Hurt me, please.”

The desperation in your voice does things to him, makes him practically feral with the need to fucking tear you apart, and Spencer is quick to deliver the final blow. You barely even have it in you to cry out anymore – a feeble sob is all that falls from your lips.

Spencer’s hand ghosts down across your bruised skin until his fingertips trace over where you drip for him.

“You like it when I punish you, don’t you, dirty girl?” Spencer hums as his fingers glide over your soaked folds.

“Y-Yes,” you mewl, shifting so that your cunt grinds back onto his hand. Spencer indulges you - allows you to rock your hips against his palm as he watches on in awe, soaking up every desperate sound that tumbles past your lips.

Spencer pulls his hand away after a moment and you keen in protest.

“Can you sit up for me, sweet girl?” Spencer asks, and you nod, because of course you do – you’d do anything if you thought it’d please him. You struggle to pull yourself up with shaky limbs, and Spencer puts a hand on your lower back to steady you. “Can you straddle my leg? Yeah, just like that.” Spencer pulls you down and places a slow kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears gliding down your face. After a moment of slow, sweet kisses are shared, Spencer unties your wrists.

“I want you to ride my thigh – can you do that, princess?”

You whimper as you lower yourself down onto his leg, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rock against the hardened muscle of his leg.

Spencer continues placing kisses on your lips, your face, your neck – worshipping every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, all while whispering praises against you.

“So perfect for me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs as he grips your hips with steady hands, urging you to increase the speed of your hips. “Can’t wait to have that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock. Always so tight, yet you take it so well every time.”

“S-Spence, m’ close,” you slur, hands clinging desperately to his shoulders.

“Already? You usually last a bit longer than that, baby.”

“P-Please, Spencer, I can’t-” you whimper, tears once again pricking at the corners of your eyes at the thought of having to wait a second longer.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay, you can cum,” Spencer reassures you, and your shoulders visibly untense. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

It takes two more rolls of your hips for you to cum on Spencer’s thigh with a cry of his name. Spencer rubs soothing circles into your hips as you ride out your high, murmuring broken thank yous as you come down.

Finally, you still, and your eyes open, pupils so dilated that your eyes look almost black in the dim light of the hotel room.

“You okay, princess?”

You give a weak nod.

“M’great,” you smile, sounding as fucked out as he’s ever heard you. You lean down and slot your mouth against his, and the kiss is slow and languid – soft and unhurried.

Spencer is the first to pull away.

“Need you to get on all fours for me,” he instructs. “Don’t think you need to put any pressure on that pretty little ass of yours right now.”

You giggle at that, before crawling off of Spencer’s lap. You assume the position, and Spencer places a pillow underneath your hips before trailing a line of kisses down your spine. By the time he reaches your ass, you’re writing against him, wiggling your hips eagerly. Spencer places a kiss to both of your bruised cheeks before pulling away.

You let out a startled oh! when Spencer licks up your center, parting you with his fingers before fucking in and out of you with his tongue.

“S-Spence, oh my God, yes!” you cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he continues to work his mouth against your core.

“Love your fucking pussy so much,” Spencer sighs against you, lapping at your clit hungrily. “Could fucking lick you out for hours. You taste so perfect, Y/N.”

Spencer lets out a filthy groan against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, wrecked moans filling the otherwise silent hotel room. This orgasm hits you both quicker and harder than the first, and he can’t help but smile against you as you rock back against his face, desperate to prolong the sensation. Spencer continues to work you through your orgasm, stopping only when you cease to twitch underneath him.

“Such a good girl for me. Think you can handle one more?”

You raise up just enough that you can look at him from over your shoulder.

“Yes, please,” you beg, voice scratchy and raw. “Please, fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Spencer chuckles. “Do you think you can lay on your back? I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.”

You answer by rolling over, wincing slightly when your ass comes in contact with the sheets. You look up at Spencer with wide, doe eyes. You have mascara smeared all down your cheeks and your lips are swollen, and to top it all off, deep, purple love bites are dusted across the entire expanse of your neck and chest. Spencer had set out to mark you as his – so that no one would be able to deny that you belonged to him – and he’d done a spectacular job, if he said so himself.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

“Then come fuck me already,” you challenge, looking sated in every possible way – yet still, your eyes hold the same hunger that he’s sure is reflected in his own eyes.

Spencer leans down and traps your lips in a bruising kiss, and without warning he thrusts in you to the hilt. You cry out into the kiss, startled by the sudden intrusion, but Spencer sets a brutal pace that leaves you no time to recover.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he growls against your lips. “Now fucking take it.”

He’s fucking into you so hard that you can’t even manage a reply – you just tighten your legs around his waist and drag your nails across the expanse of his back, no doubt leaving bright red marks in your wake. Spencer can feel his own release fast approaching – honestly, he’s been close ever since the first drag of his tongue against your pussy. And now that he’s finally enveloped into your tight, wet heat, that all too familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach is threatening to consume him.

Spencer’s hand descends from its place next to your head down to your clit, and your whole body jolts with the first swipe of his thumb. You clench around him as a litany of particularly filthy utterances escapes you, and Spencer’s hips stutter.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he struggles to regain his rhythm. “You don’t even know what you do to me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Never fucking want to lose you. Love you so much.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chant into his ear, sounding like some kind of siren, luring him straight to his inevitable ruination. “I’m so close, Spence. Cum with me, please? I want to feel you. Please, baby.”

“Y-Yeah, fuck,” Spencer chokes out. “Say my name when you cum, princess. Want everyone to know how good I fuck you.”

And when you cum with a shout of his name, walls pulsating deliciously around his cock, Spencer is quick to join you. He continues to roll his hips against yours as you both ride it out, whispers of almost intelligible affirmations being shared between slow, loving kisses.

After a moment of post-orgasm bliss, Spencer leaves and returns with a bottle of cocoa butter lotion and a warm, wet rag. You watch on with heavy lidded eyes as he cleans you up, and for a moment, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not until he finishes slathering your reddened backside with lotion that you speak again.

“You shouldn’t be jealous, by the way,” you murmur as he lays down beside you. “You’re it for me, Spencer Reid. I don’t ever want you to doubt that I’m anything less than crazy about you.”

It’s everything that Spencer’s ever wanted to hear, and just like that, every fear – every insecurity that had plagued him in the past several months – fell away to nothing. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been worried in the first place.

“You’re it for me, too,” Spencer whispers as he pulls you until his arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, you know,” you remark as you nuzzle into Spencer’s side.

“Don’t care,” he sighs happily. “I’ll shout it from the roof tops if I have to. I want everyone to know you’re my girl.”

“You’re a sap, Doctor Reid.”

“Only for you.”

A moment of blissful silence passes, before the sound of your growling stomach sets you both into a fit of giggles.

“We never did get dinner, did we?” Spencer muses as he lightly runs his fingernails across your scalp. You hum appreciatively and a pleased shiver rolls through you.

“Nope. You were a little too preoccupied with marking your territory to even offer to feed me,” you tease as you run your fingertips down the planes of his chest.

“Well, now that that’s been taken care of - could I interest you in some takeout?”

“Possibly,” you sigh, flattening your palm on his chest, right over his heart. “Do you think that pizza place Trevor mentioned delivers?”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

“Is that a no?”

“... Look up the number.”

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starlene · 3 years

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I briefly discussed this with @chazmina back in, what, February, and wrote a note to myself that I should make a post about it... well, I guess time’s a construct and it’s always better late than never, so here goes.

The Problem with Emma/Jekyll in Jekyll & Hyde the Musical

So. I’ve never really felt any chemistry in between Emma and Jekyll in J&H the musical, and whenever I watch the show, I have a rather hard time trying to get invested in their relationship. I wanted to write a little post exploring why that might be!

First off, because coming from me, someone might think this is the case – I don’t think it’s because I ship Utterson and Jekyll. The way I ship those two (namely, a semi-unrequited mess of mostly bad feelings) doesn’t really get in Emma/Jekyll’s way. If anything, having an impending wedding to someone else enhances my Utterson/Jekyll experience. And hey, you know what the meme says, Jekyll has two hands... and he effectively uses them both to hurt many, many people. :)

But, thinking about Emma...

The musical, of course, does what every other adaptation of Jekyll and Hyde does and gives Jekyll and Hyde separate girlfriends. And at first glance, the whole situation with Emma and Lucy is built on some very tired stereotypes: you have the goody-two-shoes rich blonde for the good guy and the promiscuous poor brunette for the bad guy. The musical does little to combat this – but for me, the things it does make the situation worse, actually.

The Problem

When we first meet Emma in the engagement party scene, we soon find out she’s not quite what you might expect. Sure, the writing’s ham-fisted at best, but even so – instead of a demure little wife-to-be, Emma is rather sassy. She’s also broken off a relationship before, apparently simply because the man didn’t appreciate her for who she was. And now, she’s marrying a man of her own choosing, even if there are people out there who don’t approve of the match. Pretty advanced for (our stereotypical vision of) the Victorian era.

I think in some other story, this would be great! A quick-witted, self-confident lady to balance off the scientist with lofty ideals. However, in J&H the musical... first, the musical takes pains over showing us why Emma and Jekyll are a good match – come on, they badmouth the stuffy party crowd together! – and then, we see Jekyll take his leave of this fantastic woman to go ogle at dancers in a local burlesque house.

(Sure, sure, it’s a bachelor party cliché to hire some strippers, but even so. He doesn’t even hesitate. Maybe it makes a little more sense whenever they’re using the script where it’s Utterson’s idea to go to The Red Rat, but it doesn’t seem like many modern productions are based on that.)

Then, of course, Jekyll runs into Lucy, and we’re supposed to believe he sees something in her right away. Something, you might assume, that’s altogether different from whatever he sees in Emma.

Sure, the obvious thing that pops to mind first is that Lucy is sexually available in a way Emma is not – but then again, it’s six weeks to go unti Jekyll and Emma’s wedding, so soon enough, Emma will be too. (And even back in those days, I guess if they wanted to get it on right there and then, they could. I repeat, it’s six weeks, so even if they got a baby on the way right away, she wouldn’t be showing until after the wedding.) So maybe instead, Lucy understands Jekyll mentally in a way Emma does not? But if she does, what was Jekyll and Emma’s big song about knowing and loving each other as they are about? Are we supposed to think it was insincere? Or are we supposed to assume that Jekyll assumes that, unlike Emma who knows and loves Jekyll, Lucy would also love Hyde as he is? (I guess that might be it, I’ve previously talked about this with someone who was an advocate of that theory – but it’s still a lot of assumptions stacked on top of each other without ever making the situation quite clear.)

This all leaves us with a rather weird situation: Jekyll is in love with and getting married to Emma, who loves him back and is very likeable. At the same time, Jekyll finds Emma lacking somehow, because when he gives way to his repressed urges, he immediately goes to cheat on her with Lucy.

Of course, you could use a setup like this to argue, say, that you shouldn’t except any single relationship to fulfill all your dreams, and that monogamy is not the right lifestyle for everybody – but this show is decidedly not smart enough for that, and the extremely stereotypical way the women are otherwise handled doesn’t really allow for enough nuance to argue something like that. From a storytelling point of view, in a show like this, you’d except something a bit more overt.

The Solution

To fix this, here’s what I’d do:

I’d still write Emma as a feisty, likeable character – but I’d add in a couple of lines where the engagement party guests whisper about her embarrassing breakup with Simon and how she’s getting on in years, so it’s good she’s settling down with someone, even if Jekyll is way beneath her.

When it’s time for the big Jekyll/Emma duet, then, I’d write it in a way that makes clear something’s not quite clicking in between them, that they’re not quite in tune with each other (maybe literally.) There would be some clever lyrics implying that, while they’re dreaming of a harmonious future together, their exceptations of what their marriage will be like actually contradict each other. Maybe Jekyll doesn’t even understand Emma’s sense of humour, and when she tries to make some sassy remark about a party guest, he just stares at her, nonplussed.

And then, when Jekyll and Utterson leave the engagement party for The Red Rat, you could have Jekyll confessing he’s a bit worried about how balancing his work with the duties of a family man is going to work out. And Utterson’s all, hey bro, I hear you, but it can’t be that bad, I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but once she inherits her father’s fortune, [insert ka-ching noise]... and then you could have Jekyll sheepishly admitting that Papa Carew’s fortune is something he indeed considered when proposing to Emma... but John, don’t get me wrong, it’s also that I’ve never met any woman I like as much as I like Emma, and isn’t that a perfectly respectable reason to get married to her?

And boom, then Jekyll meets Lucy, and she’s the one. He knows it immediately after seeing her: what he feels for Emma is nothing compared to this, this is the woman of his dreams, the only one for him, and no matter what he does or who he marries, he’ll never be able to put her away from his mind. (Shhh. I know it’s saccharine. I guess at heart, I’m a tragic romantic.)

Then, Jekyll’s dilemma becomes this: he knows that by breaking up with Emma, who’s already scandalised everybody by breaking off an engagement with Simon Stride, he would destroy her chances of ever getting married, and he cares for her enough that he doesn’t want to ruin her. He knows that by now, it’s his gentlemanly duty to go through with the wedding. What’s more, he obviously knows marrying a prostitute would destroy whatever credibility he still has in the London society – and if he ever wants to advance his career and make a real difference in the world, he cannot have that. He knows that a connection with the Carew family, and in time, Papa Carew’s fortune, would greatly help him to reach his professional goals.

And maybe Hyde treats Lucy badly not only because she prefers Jekyll to Hyde, but because somewhere deep inside, Jekyll and therefore Hyde is angry at her for existing – for destroying what would’ve otherwise been an okay-ish marriage and an okay-ish life. Because now that he knows her, he knows how true love (and lust) feels like, and a lukewarm existence simply will not do anymore.

What do you guys think? Does this make sense to you? Or if you really like Emma and Jekyll’s relationship in the musical and don’t think it should be changed, why is that, and what is it that I’m not getting about it? :D

#Jekyll and Hyde #Jekyll & Hyde #Henry Jekyll #Emma Carew #JH meta

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kindlystrawberry · 2 years

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can you do arthurfrey for the ask meme uwu <3

(accepting!) 001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when I started shipping it if I did: OKAY actually, fun fact, I played RF4 all the way back in 2014 pretty close to when it first came out, but I didn't really like Arthur back then. I found his marriage event interesting, and that was kind of it. When I picked up RF4S as an adult, though? Instantly smitten. I adore Arthur and Asafure SO MUCH now it's ridiculous. I don't know what it is, but something about a hardworking, doting businessman just didn't catch my heart as a tween the way it does now lol.

my thoughts: yells from the rooftops. Maybe if I loved them less, I could talk about them more. I don't know how to put it into words, but they're just so wonderful. The support, the care, the love, the angst, the sweet joy, all of it. I love their dynamic, I love Frey and Arthur individually and even more together. They're definitely one of my top OTPs in all of RF4, and definitely my favorite ship for Frey.

What makes me happy about them: They're just so?? Sweet?? I just love how clearly the two of them get along from the beginning. It's never a case of them not liking each other, but rather their relationship just gets so much stronger as the game goes on, and even more so if Frey/the player pursues Arthur romantically. I love how there's deep dramatic high fantasy angsty backstory but they're also just so sweet and domestic.

What makes me sad about them: Oh gosh. Mmmm. When they don’t communicate, which is to say, when Arthur’s being a pain in the ass (/affectionate) and keeping everything to himself, taking everything on by himself. And Frey just wants to help so badly, but doesn’t know how because Arthur won’t tell her, and also she doesn’t want to overstep. This is basically the ENTIRE premise of the Blue chapter that I’m working on.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Oh hmmm this is a hard one, because if I see something that annoys me I tend to just close the fic and move on. So please keep in mind that I totally think people can write whatever they please, but I guess a personal dislike of mine is when Arthur is written to be rash/emotionally volatile. Something I see as deeply important to his character (in my personal reading of him) is the notion of this "mask" that he puts up around people of the perfectly polite, likeable prince/person. And I see him as the kind of person that has an issue with over-repressing feelings. So when I see him acting extremely angry/possessive/etc. without particular reason (like he's having some kind of a nervous break, or he's hiding it under 50 layers of repression but the cracks are showing, lol) I go "eh this fic's not really for me."

things I look for in fanfic: Oooh. Generally I love soft domestic shit between them, so any kind of domestic fluff tag will almost always get an instant read from me. That being said, I've read some incredible angst for him sooooo.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: LOL. OKAY. LISTEN. This is totally Patt's fault, but my other huge OTP for Arthur has somehow become Doug? And if someone wants to hear more about that, send me this ask meme for that pairing, because otherwise I will write a whole essay in this post. I also find Arthur/Leon very enjoyable, and Frey with many people. Leon, Dylas, Forte, and Dolce are some of my favorites for her.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: ey live peacefully in Selphia until the day they eventually pass. They start a family, they keep on helping the community as prince/princess until they retire (and even afterwards), they go on lots of trips together, and are just sooo so happy.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Either way depending on the mood. I keep trying to pick a favorite way but they're both perfect as either spoon.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: I think they really just love existing near each other! Either in Arthur's office or Frey's room, reading books, working, crafting, etc. in the same room and talking here and there, but largely enjoying the peaceful, quiet company.

#i love they very much #asafure #arthur x frey #rune factory 4 #rf4 #arthur d. lawrence #rf4 frey #long post #ben answers

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whumpinggrounds · 3 years

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Gotcha Day

my first non-Febuwhump piece of writing! here goes :) this is set before the last day of Febuwhump (You Have To Let Me Go) and i mean i really don’t need to explain much i don’t think bc it’s fairly self-explanatory but i am nervous so. yes

tagging @shapeshiftersandfire and @killtheprotagonist ! lmk if you want to be added/removed from being tagged it is a lot a lot of content so sorry about that

CW: lady whump, pet whump, dehumanization, memory loss, discussion of scars, past burns, implied non con,

Director Hammond’s office is much like the Director herself – alternately welcoming and terrifying, depending on what mood has struck her. Today, the curtains are open, the room is filled with light, and the Director has a bouquet of flowers on her desk in a vase. That’s good, right? All of that is good.

Mara still feels the nerves in her stomach buzzing like a hive.

“I don’t want to drag this out,” the Director begins, and Mara’s heart sinks. It’s some polite dismissal, something like that. There’s a self-satisfied little smile playing around the woman’s lips, and Mara tries to brace herself, folding her hands neatly in her lap and staring down her doom with icy eyes. “We have decided to let you train her. 067493.”

Stunned, Mara stares at the Director. There are no words in her mouth, no words in her head. She wants to speak, knows she should speak, but she can’t. An incredulous smile starts to curl up her face.

“Now, before you get too excited, there are some conditions.” Despite her lecturing tone, there’s a smile on the Director’s face – probably because of Mara’s huge ferocious grin. “She’s not your pet, technically speaking, not until the trial period is over. Obviously, she’s coming with what we call a factory defect, so you got very lucky there, otherwise we’d never let her go. She’s not fully trained, but honestly, Ms. Langford, we’re not going to spend the money and time to finish out the training on a model that we’re essentially giving away.”

“Yes.” Mara’s head is nodding on her neck like a bobblehead. “Yes, okay, that’s fine. That’s okay. That’s so okay.”

Amused by her eagerness, the Director nods. “Good. Now, primarily, Ms. Langford, we want to explore two things with 067493, and we feel that gifting her to an employee, while highly unusual, will give us an opportunity to answer some outstanding questions.”

“Okay.” Mara’s heart is racing. God, she feels like she’s going to pass out any second. “Okay, so, so, um, what are those questions, then? The things…what it is you want to, um, explore?”

The Director smiles at her, fondly, warmly. “First of all…” she pauses for effect, “some of the higher-ups loved this therapeutic aid idea. If it’s workable, there could be a strong market there. Of course, we’ve been trying to work a caregiver angle for a while, but the medical stuff is often just too complex for pets. This emotional approach could give us a very similar sector, but with none of the concern about pets operating medical machinery incorrectly.”

“Y-yes.” Mara’s breathless, dazed, struggling just to keep up. “Yes, definitely-”

“Now, not everyone is convinced, but enough of us think that it’s worth a try. Which brings us to our second objective.”

Here, the Director pauses long enough that Mara can stop focusing on her breathing and look up inquisitively. Finally, tentatively, she prompts her superior. “Ma’am?”

The Director shakes her head as if to clear it. “Yes, well. What we are interested in is…is…” she purses her lips, clearly wondering how to explain. “Pets who may end up living with someone they know or recognize from their former life. As you know, pets are prone to false memories.” Mara nods dutifully, despite knowing full well there’s no such thing. “We want to see if our Boxies can be taught and trained in such a way that they can be…reintroduced to their old life, or one like it, while maintaining good behavior and accurate memory blocks.”

“That sounds…” Mara swallows. “That sounds…difficult.”

“Indeed.” For the first time, the Director looks grim. “Of course, that’s exactly what you’re attempting with 493, and if you could pull it off…we’ve had some interest. People who want to…serve their loved ones in a more straightforward and simplified fashion.” For just a moment, Mara tunes out, thinking with a sort of horrified fascination on the kind of environment that would lead to someone wanting to erase themselves while staying where they were.

Or, even worse, Mara pictures someone coming in asking for a loved one to be erased, returned sweet and pliable and empty. She barely represses a shudder. Ignorant of Mara’s internal monologue, the Director forges on.

“We are proposing that you take 067493 home as your Domestic. You will be responsible for making her into a…a prototype, essentially, for this therapeutic aid program. You will also be expected to report any aberrant behaviors that could conceivably result from…ah, memory confusion.”

“I can do that.” That all sounds absurd, and difficult, and unfair, but Mara doesn’t care right now. All she cares about is getting Jude and taking her home and, and having her. Having her back.

“We’re going to allow you an adjustment period, and then we’re going to ask that you bring 067493 in for regular checkups, where we’ll be looking for signs of this memory confusion, as well as updates on your progress.”

“That…yes, that sounds very doable.”

Once again, the Director smiles fondly across the desk at her, and Mara has a funny, frightening feeling that she’s become Barbara Hammond’s newest little pet project. “I believe that it is, Ms. Langford. Despite the cosmetic defaults, she seems like a sweet thing. I can’t wait to see what you do with her.”

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When Handler Collins leads Jude out, Mara’s heart about stops in her chest. There she is. There’s Jude. There’s…Jude, and not Jude.

A pair of black shorts, a WRU white t-shirt over skin that’s much paler than last time Mara saw it. Her stocky frame diminished, all her old rugby muscle losing or lost. She looks like...Mara hates the cliche, but she looks like a ghost of her former self, literally. Skinnier, paler, a whole lot more haunted. Her hair, her hands, the freckles and the way she walks just a little pigeon-toed – that’s Jude, that’s Jude all the way. The flat, false calm in her face and the fear in her eyes…that’s someone else. Swallowing, Mara clasps her hands together in front of her, trying to quell the urge to reach for her girl.

“Here she is!” Handler Collins throws his hands out grandly from his place beside the boxgirl. “All yours.”

“Wow,” Mara manages. “Uh…wow.”

Collins shakes his head. “Wow is right. But, hey, wait – you want to check the damage?” He’s still grinning, like it’s no big deal, like it’s all a joke. Mara sucks in a deep breath. The-the Box Babe in front of her is wearing a t-shirt, but Mara can see her cracked reddened palms and wonders what the thin cotton over her chest is hiding.

“I…I guess, yeah. I mean, I’m taking her either way,” she mutters, trying for a joke. Collins is more than happy to laugh at her.

“Shirt off, 493.”

Hesitantly, the trainee obeys, darting a wide-eyed glance at Mara as she does. The cotton goes over her head and oh.

Oh. There, on the right side of the girl’s chest, is the burn, red and angry and raised, covered in blisters. The scarring is worst on her collarbone, but the pink, stretched, destroyed skin crosses her neck below the line of her collar in one direction, creeps toward her armpit in the other. Mara’s horror must show on her face, because the girl flushes, looks down.

“That’s um. That’s pretty bad.”

Handler Collins shakes his head. “You don’t have to tell me. Fucking Underwood. Fuck.” He spits on the ground near the trainee’s bare feet. “She’s finished the antibiotics she’s supposed to be taking. The vet thinks she should be set. Just uh, she’s got this stuff she’s supposed to spread on it.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Mara can’t stop staring at the burn, at the way it glares out, crimson and furious, from Jude’s pale, freckled skin. With effort, she tears her eyes away, to the downturned head of the waiting boxgirl. “Put…uh, put your shirt back on.”

The girl obliges quickly, and, Mara imagines, gratefully. She’s too well-trained to even wince when her movements stretch and ripple her healing skin. Mara’s eyes move hungrily over her face, her skinny body, searching for the parts of Jude she recognizes. The girl keeps her eyes on the ground but her cheeks go pink under the scrutiny.

“Doc, I gotta say.” Collins is shaking his head, and reluctantly, Mara turns her attention to him. “I don’t know how you got this one past the Director. I mean – a Box Babe for free? After what, ten months of working here?”

“Fourteen,” Mara corrects, a little too quietly. She clears her throat and tries again. “Over a year, Handler Collins.”

Rolling his eyes, Collins dismisses her with a flap of his hand. “A couple months, a year, whatever. A matter of months and you’ve got yourself a bonus worth tens of thousands? You must’ve shrunk the Director’s head to get her to agree to this one.”

Mara manages a tight smile for him. “I’m definitely…I definitely feel lucky.”

Leaning in, eyes gleaming conspiratorially, Collins puts his mouth near Mara’s ear. “You have good reason to feel lucky, Doc. Me and the guys – well, you’ve given some good advice, these past few months. It’s helped. And business is up. Company’s talking about padding the paychecks a little, and you’re a part of that, you know?” He gives her a hearty slap on the back and Mara forces a smile. “You’re part of the team! And the pet’s a gift from the company, but we thought, hey, why not a little something from us handlers, for our good doc?”

A shiver runs down Mara’s spine. “What…” she wets her lips, tries to sound amused, curious. “What did you do?”

“We only had a week or so to do it. Director Hammond decided so late, and all. But, but look, we crammed in some Romantic training, just for you.” Collins’ leer is too much. “None of the positions, of course, that shit’s extra, but a few of the lines, a few, ah…habits you might like.”

Mara thinks about him touching Jude and wants to tear the grin right off his face, wants to snarl and scratch and chew him out right there. Instead, she finds the girl’s eyes, searches there for some help, some hope, some recognition. Anything.

Her new Box Babe looks back at her with eyes that are flat and dull and empty.

#pet whump #lady whump #bbu #box babe #dehumanization #memory loss #past burns #discussion of scars #scarring #implied noncon

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awkwardlittlepringle · 4 years

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Queer ‘n Crazy

CHAPTER 8

Hello, fellow fanders! This is chapter eight of Queer 'n Crazy, I wrote it in one go, so sorry if it's a bit rushed. Be sure to check the tags, I don’t want anyone to get hurt!

Also, whenever you feel sad, imagine a LAMP cuddle pile with a touch-starved Patton in the center. Platonic or Romantic. It works, or at least it makes me feel like there's beauty in the world. :) The summary is at the bottom just in case you can’t read it!

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WARNINGS: Contains mentions of a bad mental state, references to and mentions of an abusive mother/abusive parents, self deprecating thoughts, eating disorders, medication, anxiety, self conciousness, depression, lack of sleep, swearnig, repression and hiding emotions. Let me know if there are any others, please!

Thanks for reading this!

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"Are you sure this is the place?"

Logan glanced down at the flyer in his hand, before nodding. "Yes, I believe so. Meeting is held in the sports hall, starts at 3:15. We seem to be in the right place." The two looked up at the rusty metal sign that was set above the entrance, and sure enough, it was emblazoned with the words Sports Hall.

Logan glanced up and down the silent foyer. "We seem to be the only ones here." he turned to Virgil. "Do you think we're early?" Virgil bit his lip, his fingers starting to toy with his hoodie strings. "I dunno, are you sure we've got the date right?" "Yes, we have, Virgil." Logan sighed, exasperated. Virgil froze at his tone, instantly curling in on himself. He stayed silent instead of replying. Logan hadn't seemed to notice his reaction. Or maybe he did and doesn't care. At that moment, the foyer door opened.

"Seriously?! Cavetown is superior. You cannot change my mind." Virgil turned his eyes to the noise, grateful for a distraction.

The girl who'd spoken was short and round, with pale skin and yellowing teeth. Her hair hung limp in little clumps, and she was wearing a black oversized hoodie. Accompanying her was a taller, skinnier girl, with thinning brown hair. The taller girl scoffed.

"Nuh-uh. Twenty one Pilots is better." "You're just in denial." "I'm telling the truth, you heathen." "Your truth is a lie!" Something in Virgil's chest lightened at the mention of one of his favourite bands, but his jaw felt like it was wired shut. They were probably in Lyra, eating disorders. Virgil couldn't understand how. He was a stress-eater. He was probably staring at them - he should stop staring at them. God, I'm such a weirdo.

Virgil pulled his hood up and shoved his hands in his pockets, his stomach tightening. They probably thought he was some kind of recluse. He could feel Logan's gaze on him, but he didn't look at him. "Cavetown's lyrics have meaning! I can't say the same for ToP." "Cavetown's lyrics are bullshit compared to Twenty One Pilots'. Do you know how many lives they've saved!" "Lives saved doesn't equal quality." "One of their taglines is stay alive, for god's sake!" "I don't think God would like Twenty One Pilots." "Because they're calling him out for the disorders he's inflicted on us." The shorter girl scoffed. "Bullcrap. What do you guys think?"

Virgil didn't respond, and Logan looked down at him.

"Uh, Virgil?" Virgil jumped, turning to Logan. A concerned expression filled his field of vision. Oh god, he's worried. I can't give anyone a moment of peace, can I. I guess mum was right about that one.

"The girl's asked you a question?" "Are you assuming my gender?" said the shorter girl with a exaggerated expression. Virgil stifled a laugh, a little bit of panic fading from his eyes. Logan however, looked at the two, baffled.

"Sorry, are those not your preferred pronouns?" "No, no, they are. Sash's just joking." The taller girl looked over at Virgil, who was now surveying the two with interest.

"Do you listen to ToP or Cavetown?"

Virgil nodded. "Which one?" "Um, Twenty One Pilots." The shorter girl pouted. "I've listened to a bit of Cavetown too, though."

"Aha! So tell us, dear emo - wait are you emo?" Virgil glanced between to two, confused. "Uh, I guess?" "Alright. So tell us, dear emo, which one is better?" "Hey, you can't ask him! He listens to your stupid Pilots more!" "Well you can't expect to find someone who listens to then equally-" "I think I can, thank you very much!"

Logan shot a look at Virgil, who returned it, and the two redirected their attention to the bickering pair.

"Well anyway, which one's better?" Virgil started, his throat turning dry. Whatever he said, he'd probably offend one of them, so...

"Um, I like ToP better-" "Ha!" "-but Cavetown's valid too." The taller girl pouted, her eyebrows scrunching up. "Well shit. I thought I'd won that." "HAHA!!!!!!!!!!! ROBBIE AIN'T GOING DOWN THAT EASILY!!!!!!!!!!!" "Isn't his name Robin?"

A silence overtook the group, all of whom stared at the tie-clad boy. Logan looked at the three, confused. "Are you guys okay-" "I"VE FOUND ANOTHER ONE!!!!!!!!!" The shorter girl screeched, throwing her hand up in the air. Virgil flinched away from the noise, but he found himself smiling none-the-less.

"What in the name of Rose Quartz is going on out here?" Virgil's heart jumped into his throat and he froze like a deer in the headlights. "Oh, you must be here for gay club!" Gay club?

Virgil turned around, confused. A flicker of recognition ran through him when he saw the grinning face peering around the door, before his stressed brain made the connection. Thomas.

"Hey, aren't you that kid from the orientation?" Virgil nodded stiffly, before attempting to crack a smile. Thomas smiled, walking toward them with a clear bounce in his step.

"I'm Thomas, president of Gay Club." "It's LGBT club, Thomathy." Virgil glanced at the door again to see a ...person, probably male, but they were dressed andro. They glanced at the four of them smiling. "You guys are at the wrong door, but we can make an exception."

Thomas started bouncing on his heels, and clapping. "Oh goodie! Right this way, my rainbow friends!"

Logan straightened his tie, before following Thomas, Virgil and the girls in tow. Thomas gave them a basic run-down of the club as they walked. "We're an LGBT club, obviously. We don't really do stuff, we just meet up and be gay." "Define what you mean by "be gay"."

"Well, we do have a little clique in here that like to call themselves the "matchmakers", but they'll lay off you if you tell them to. We also set people up in straight seeming relationships if they want us to, exclusionists are not allowed. Otherwise it's mainly just gay jokes and sitting on chairs wrong. C'mon." Thomas lead them through a set of heavy blue doors, and suddenly they were inside the hall.

It was basically a gym. A gym that was packed with people -god, there were a lot of people. Across the pulled-out bleachers there was a large rainbow banner decorated with the words LGBT YOUTH in a striking gold. Students of all ages, from 12 to 19 were scattered across the place, chatting. There were a few couples flirting, Virgil could even see a group of punks playing uno with a few other kids. Despite the clear differences in personality, everyone seemed to be getting along really well, and as far as Virgil could tell, there were no rivalries.

This did ease Virgil's tension a little, although he still stuck close to Logan. Maybe he should ask about increasing his dosage.

"Oi, Talyn! We've got some more newbies!" The group followed Thomas to a large table in the center of the room, behind which sat a person with flaming blue-dyed hair. She looked at Thomas grinning, before shifting her gaze to the four following him.

"Hiya! My name's Talyn. They/Them." Virgil smiled at them, nodding. "Just put your name down here, along with your contact details. If you don't want to add your number, that's fine. Email will do. And if you really don't want us to contact you, that's cool too."

Virgil and Logan signed their names, followed by the girls. Virgil was ready to book it to a corner, but Logan waited. Once the girls were done signing, he spoke up.

"May I know your names?" The girls looked up, pleasently surprised. "Oh! I'm Kate, and this is Sasha." "Generic names, we know." Logan smiled. "I'm Logan. I hope to see you around." "'m Virgil." said Virgil, putting down his hood and smiling. "Nice to meet you."

"So what are you guys." Logan's brow crinkled with confusion, something which looked adorable on him.

"I beg your pardon?" "She means what about you is not straight or cis?" "Oh. I'm asexual and homoromantic." "Bi." "Cool!"

"Specs!" Virgil snickered as Logan sighed. "Well, it was nice to meet you two." He turned around. "Hello, Roman. Fancy seeing you here." Roman scoffed, sauntering toward them with Patton in tow. "Geez, Logan. Is that your standerd greeting? Ya gotta mix it up a little!" "What do you mean by mixing-" Roman cut him off with a sigh. "You're hopeless."

"Ro, you might wanna turn down the sarcasm a little. Hey, Virgil." "Hey, Pat." Virgil frowned, taking in Patton's appearance. He was wearing a grey hoodie, and his skin was pale and ashen. Despite the fact Virgil had seen him a few days ago, his seemed considerably more tired, bags visible through his glasses. His hair was greasy, and he had his arms wrapped around his stomach, slouching. Even his smile seemed half-hearted.

"Are you alright, Patton?" said Virgil cocking his head. He felt an undescribable urge to hug the shorter male, but he resisted. Patton's expression changed quickly, his cheeks quivering as he tried to force a smile onto his face. "I'm all good, Virg! Just feeling a little down!" Yeah, he's not okay.

Instead of saying this out loud, Virgil cocked his head to the side. "Patton, you do realise you're talking to someone who's been in a bad mental state before, right?" Patton sighed, his shoulders sinking even lower. "Yeah, I know. It's not too bad, I promise." "It's all good. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Virgil glanced over at Roman and Logan, who were discussing Roman's latest hairstyle.

His bangs were swooped out of his face and the tips were dyed a dark red, something that constrasted against his dark hair dramatically. His expression, however, did not match his hairstyle at all.

"Whaddaya mean you don't like it." whined Roman, pouted. Logan sighed. Is that all he does around this guy? "You asked for my opinion, Roman. I personally, do not like it. That is not to say it looks bad." Roman's pout grew impossibly larger, and he turned to Virgil.

"What about you, Emo Nightmare?" Virgil surveyed Roman's hair with interest.

"You dyed it yourself, didn't you." Roman shot him a look, surprised. "How could you tell?" "A proper stylist would have done it from the roots," Virgil mused, a smile gracing his features. "But for a first timer, you've done pretty well. Nice colour choice, too. It suits you." Roman grinned ear-to-ear, before twirling around. "Yay!" he cheered. Virgil raised an eyebrow.

"Did you just twirl?" "Aha!" "You do realise we're not in a disney movie, right?" "Shut up!" he shrieked.

While the noise irritated Virgil at the time, he later decided Patton's small chuckle made it worth it.

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SUMMARY : Virgil and Logan go to LGBT club where they meet two girls from Lyra named Sasha and Kate. They end up meeting Roman and Patton inside, and Patton looks like he’s going through a rough time. ROMAN GOT A NEW HAIRSTYLE!!!!!!!!!! His tips are now dyed red.

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princess-faelivrin · 5 years

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It’s a very abridged list of characters, BUT I wanted to make a post about my interpretations of some of the CoH characters despite the fact that Nobody Asked. Apologies in advance for 100000 blocks of text and yelling.

TÚRIN

Call it projecting, ‘cause I guess it is, but Túrin has always been half-Asian in my head, in terms of appearance. I don’t know if I do a good enough job of showing it in my art, but Morwen reminds me of my Taiwanese mom and Húrin of my white-passing dad, so my Túrin takes after his mom. He’s stated to have grey eyes, so grey eyes he will have, but I tend to draw them dark enough that they almost look black. Aside from that, he’s tallish with unruly also-almost-black hair and a tendency to wear dark colors, which... might also be projection except for the tall part. It is what it is.

Anyway, personality-wise... I mean this with all the love in my heart, but Túrin’s a dumb emo. Actually I partially take that back-- he’s a smart emo, smart and charismatic enough to be a natural leader with a good head for battle, but a ridiculous emo nonetheless.

As stated in the Childhood of Túrin, he was kind of a weird kid, too old for his age and slightly unsettling, with a quick temper and an ability to hold grudges, but he cared deeply for the feelings of those around him and had a strong protective instinct for his little sis Lalaith. He’s also shown to have a leaning towards pity throughout his life, for anyone hurt or sad or at a disadvantage, which is really sweet and kinda makes me want to cry.

Later on, Túrin is clearly pretty impulsive and can be ruled by anger, like when he smacked Saeros in the nose with a cup (which is valid) and lashed out at Beleg when he tried to give him bread. He felt bad about that second one pretty quickly, but I think it’s mentioned a couple times throughout CoH that people are scared of Túrin because of how quickly his mood can go south.

On the other hand, despite the fact that he keeps directly and indirectly killing them, Túrin actually does really love his friends. Obvs he loves Beleg, and he loved Sador and probably Nellas too, and during the Nargothrond chapter he tries his best to look after Gwindor and Finduilas and try to figure out what’s making both of them so damned sad all the time. He fails, of course, because he’s too oblivious to notice the romantic tension so thick you’d have to use Gurthang to cut it, but he tries and that’s what counts.

BELEG

I think it might just be because of fanart, but Beleg as I see him has silver hair. Between Beleg and Mablung, the consensus seems to be that one of them has dark hair and the other silver, so my Beleg is the silver one. I have actually no idea what color his eyes are, though. Hazel? Who knows. He’s taller than Túrin, that’s for sure, with long legs and broad shoulders. I like drawing him with a little white flower pin on his clothes.

He seems to be a pretty cheerful dude, probably the most cheerful in all of CoH, which is good for him, I guess. He laughs when the outlaws see him and go “oh shit, who is that?” and lets them be in suspense for a second or two before going “haha, sike, it’s me! Beleg! I have food for y’all starving dudes.” Thus, he’s a good foil/companion to Túrin’s depressing nature and his death removes a lot of the scant happiness in Túrin’s life.

Something I love about Beleg is that he’s very forgiving and just like... a ridiculously nice person for the situation. Beleg doesn’t hold anything against Túrin, doesn’t hold anything against Andróg either (which is pretty impressive,) and immediately decides to give Gwindor lembas and take him along for the ride after finding him under a tree in the forest.

The big important thing to Beleg’s personality, imo, is that he’s very loyal (to Túrin specifically.) Despite being told it’s a dangerous idea, he goes and looks for Túrin in the wilderness, and even Thingol is well aware he won’t be stopped. It also outright says that where Túrin is concerned, Beleg “yield[s] to his love against his wisdom” to be with him. He’s straight up referred to as the most steadfast of friends, which is really sad because it’s like a sentence after he dies, but there it is-- Beleg is a good friend and a loyal one.

TÚRIN’S FAMILY

I already mentioned the fact that Túrin’s family reminds me a lot of mine, which definitely influences my perception of them, but anyway:

Morwen is a fairly angular lady, who has dark dark hair pulled into a chopstick bun behind her head and a pair of raven-feather earrings that gleam in low light. She’s the parent that Túrin got his unsettling edgy aura from, and her Displeased Face is enough to scare any intruder out of her house. She loves her kids and her husband, but she’s stern so sometimes it’s hard to tell.

Húrin is the neighborhood guy who knows everyone and who everyone knows in return. He’s kind of a square-looking blond guy, like Van Hohenheim from Fullmetal Alchemist except happier and more of a jock. He apparently can play the harp, which is cool, and he probably has lots of stories from being out and about with the elf-host. He loves his kids and his wife and likes to joke around sometimes with Túrin because he’s so straightforward and less inclined to humor.

Niënor outstripped her parents and her brother in height, and ended up the tallest of the family. She has her dad’s blonde hair, and is slightly more square shaped than her mom or her brother. She’s also half-Asian, but you have to squint. She doesn’t fight like her brother, and is acutely aware of the Túrin-shaped hole in her mother’s life and heart and the matching shadow cast over her own life. However unlike Túrin she is in some ways, she has the same occasional fiery stubbornness and penchant for anguished theatrics, albeit on a smaller scale.

Lalaith... poor kid. She was charming and cute but didn’t last long.

MABLUNG

My Mablung has wavy-ish dark hair in a similar style to Beleg’s, and has a slightly less willowy build, for lack of a better way to compare them. He’s got dark eyebrows to better express how utterly unimpressed he is with whatever dumb shit is going down in Doriath, and probably a few not-too-flashy piercings. He’s very dignified in posture and appearance, but not like... pretentious, because he fights people in the woods on a regular basis.

Out of Túrin’s friends, Mablung is probably the most akin to the Responsible One, with Gwindor at a close second. He’s less willing than Beleg to drop everything for a friend, and requires more evidence to support it, but he’ll still do it after thinking it over and will probably beat himself up about not having gone for it sooner.

On that point, poor guy takes too much onto his own shoulders and ends up feeling shitty and miserable when he fails at something that he could not have possibly succeeded at. This is demonstrated in terrible, heartwrenching fashion throughout the story, when Mablung asks Thingol to fire him because he lost Morwen and Niënor, to which Thingol says “what no, you’re too good, we need you” and Melian says “don’t feel too bad about it, ok?” (he ignores the last part and continues to feel bad enough about it that he looks for Niënor for Literal Years.) Also on that topic is the scene in which Mablung sees Túrin dead and stands there like some sort of Beleriand Benvolio, realizing that all his friends are dead and that “thus with words have I slain one that I loved.”

NELLAS

I almost forgot her, can you imagine? You probably can, because she’s a minor character who disappeared like a third of the way through the story, but let’s not talk about that. She’s a forest girl, so I imagine she likes to wear a lot of nice leaves on her head, and/or make a bunch of flower crowns and then drop them in fright if anyone happens to find her in the process. She has dark brown hair and big, curious eyes, and is short and slight even by human standards.

Nellas has... hardcore dirt lesbian energy. It’s implied that she had a crush on Túrin, but honestly, I doubt that very much. In my head, she and Túrin were just really close pals, and she taught him about how to live in the woods and how to rescue worms from the rain. Her moment of glory, basically, is going into the city once and immediately proceeding to freeze up from anxiety in front of the king. Is that a mood? Yeah and I love her. I hope she’s okay.

ANDRÓG

I realize he’s another minor character, but he is a very compelling one to me specifically, so. As I imagine him, he’s a fairly lean young dude with a hungry-wolf look about him, which is sort of a mixture of desperation, suspicion, and plain snappishness. He has dark eyes and hair a little darker than what could be called ‘mousy brown,’ tied back in a short ponytail. He also has a frequent scowl and generally is a little bit scary, although he isn’t exactly physically imposing in the ‘tall and buff’ sense.

There really is no other way to describe Andróg’s personality than ‘he’s a particularly mean tsundere.’ He’s just... full of rage and repressed Feelings for Túrin and possibly also Beleg. Unfortunately, these feelings manifest in Being A Bitch And Generally Not Nice. It takes him so long to admit he can’t actually hate Beleg that he literally just up and dies after doing one (1) nice thing. Why do I like him? It’s anyone’s guess tbh.

GWINDOR

Ah... yes...... the character who nobody talks about but who I love with my whole heart and soul. To start off with appearance, the only canon things about what he looks like is that he has dark hair and looks older than he would otherwise because torture. Immediately post-imprisonment and during it, I imagine his hair is short, but beforehand and a while after, it gets back to being long. He has a bunch of scars from all that too, and generally has the bearing and amount of grey hairs as a substitute teacher who nobody listens to. I draw him with grey eyes usually, but saw @bisexualturin‘s hc of him having had violet eyes before and I’m kinda in love thanks.

In terms of who he is as a person, we don’t know much of what he was like before the Nirnaeth, but as I see him, he’s always had a fiery streak and a slightly acerbic sense of humor. Being tormented for 14 years forced him to mellow out some, by which I mean a) how the hell are you supposed to keep your sense of humor after that and b) as shown in his arguments with Túrin over tactics, he’s now extremely wary of head-on battle.

He’s fundamentally someone who wants the best for the people around him, and who loves both Finduilas and Túrin very much despite feeling hurt and miserable over the fact that his opinion is now worth nothing to those in charge and the sense that he’s not good enough for anyone (much less his two best friends) in his current state. Overall, his dying speech is emblematic of the very Oof Ouch and Complicated feelings he ended up having toward Túrin, namely “you’re a dumbass and probably should have listened to me, but I love you and I am going to try my damndest to give both you and Finduilas as much of a chance at life as I can, even here as I bleed out in your arms.”

Which brings us to...

FINDUILAS

Finduilas is sweet like honey chamomile tea and her whole being radiates soft sunlight. In my mind, she’s somewhat round-faced, with really fluffy golden hair, sparkly freckles on tan skin, and a liking for wearing light blue clothes that match her eyes. She smiles a lot and possibly gives off actual light??? Also my heart is full of affection for chubby Finduilas. General consensus is Soft.

Canon-wise, whether she’s more introverted or extroverted is kind of up to interpretation, as all we’re really given is that she worries about Túrin when he’s out fighting and “wishe[s] not to add one tear to [Gwindor’s] suffering.” I tend to think of her as sunny and gregarious, with way more game than her dad, and with endless reserves of empathy, sympathy, and compassion for the people she loves.

As a Finwean princess, she absolutely has the capacity for badassery, which makes me very into the idea of Túrin rescuing her post-Nargothrond as per Gwindor’s request and the two of them going on a road trip of doom. But unfortunately, we don’t get to see another side of her in the book.

I usually just put the book down and cry after the sack of Nargothrond, so I’ll just do one more character:

ORODRETH

Ok, so Finduilas has to have gotten her Vanyarin hair from her dad, clearly. But since Elves can probably change their appearances based on willpower to some degree, Orodreth’s hair is nowhere near as fluffy, and is a darker honey-blonde than Finduilas’ gold. He’s one of the plainest-looking Finweans by virtue of the fact that he perpetually has this look on his face that makes him seem like he wants to melt into the floor and go back to Aman. Which he kinda does.

Unfortunately, Orodreth didn’t do much in the story except be a doormat to like five different people and then die, but I still like him for whatever reason. Way early on, before Húrin or his kids were a thing, Orodreth was still himself, aka someone who asked nicely for people to not make bad decisions, and predictably didn’t get listened to. Sure, some of Fëanor’s terrible boys took over his hidden elf city, but what was he going to do? Fight them? No. He’d rather just Not.

...I feel bad for him. He literally did not ask for Any Of That.

that’s all y’all, I am so sorry for making you read the entirety of the inside of my head as it has been for the past four months

#the children of hurin #turin turambar #beleg cuthalion #morwen #hurin #nienor niniel #mablung #nellas #androg #gwindor #finduilas #orodreth #blazie .txt #this is so much text i am so sorry #i wrote it all in one go so like idk if there's typos

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whenimgoodandready · 5 years

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4. What’s the deal with the Blood Moon? Is it evil? Is it alive? Is it a “love potion” spell? Is it the reason Jarco didn’t work out? Is it why Tomstar is having problems? Is it a forceful urge to make two people physically impossible to stay away from each other in a non romantic sense!? IDFK!? Ever since Season 1’s episode of “Blood Moon Ball”, it was known as the BIG Starco episode what with the “Dance of Romance” trope and that beautifully haunting music by Brain H. Kim. From that episode on wards, we’ve been seeing the Blood Moon during major Starco moments, like it’s keeping an eye on them or something, like “Bon Bon the Birthday Clown” where Marco saw it while having his first kiss with Jackie and sensed Star might be in danger, “Face the Music” where it shined on a picture of Star and Marco in a heart for Stars Princess Song on Song Day where the whole world found out about her crush on Marco! And in “Booth Buddies” where they finally had their (controversial) kiss! Hell! It’s even in the f***ing theme song for crying out loud! But what.does.it.MEEEEEEEEEAN!? The anticipation stops here.

*Curse of the Blood Moon-Star and Marco have a midnight breakfast with their favorite cereal, Captain Blanche’s Sugar Seeds, just for funzies (although I think the candelabra was a bit too much for obvious reasons) and Star leaves two marshmallows in a bowl (so they won’t get lonely.Awwwwwwwwwwwww) and Marco can’t help but find it undeniably adorable as it’s getting harder for him to keep his feelings for Star inside. Poor baby.

He goes to talk about it with Eclipsa and she comforts him (nice to see him getting along with her now like it showed in “Butterfly Follies”), but says there’s nothing she can do to make the feelings go away :(. He then finds Janna,-WAIT! Janna’s there? Again!? Why!? I mean, I know she’s a fan favorite, but what’s her purpose!? What, like, is she too proud to admit it’s cuz she missed Marco or something!? Is it cuz she’s livin’ the dream of seeing all the creepy sh*t she loves so much!? WHAT!? She tries to use her hypnosis on Marco to make him forget about his feelings for Star, but not even her “powers” can work to help Marco. You know, in an underhanded sort of way, she’s kinda “helping people”. With that Quest Buy sloth she impersonated, Stu, from “Out of Business”, she said it was to “do him a favor” and with making Marco stop eating nachos, something he likes! Was for the good of his health. So I guess, she does have a purpose to be here? (shrugs). Marco decides it’s just best to admit his feelings for Star and how it’s killing him. Huh, I thought it was in “Booth Buddies”, but I guess they just needed to make it more evident.

Marco finds Star in her room and she’s with Tom. Her boyfriend. That she’s still dating from “Lake House Fever”. In a nice new outfit. Yeah, you could just feel the awkwardness in the room right now. And Janna’s eating it up like popcorn. Marco confesses his feelings anyway and Tom is soooooooooooo............okay with it!? He tells them it’s cuz he believes it was all done by the Blood Moon and explains how it’s power is to bind two souls together and how he failed to do that with Star and regrets it all cuz ever since then, all three of their relationships went to sh*t. He knows Star likes Marco too and it was evident when the two spoke in unison again like from “Blood Moon Ball”. This is why Tom was so cool with the possibility of Starco, he blamed it all on the moon!!! Star and Marco get freaked out by it cuz they didn’t know about it from last year. Guess this is why Tom didn’t bring up the Starco kiss to Star. Wait! Wait! Wait a minute! You mean to tell me Star didn’t know about the Blood Moons power!? She was there when it was announced! What!? Is she just stupid!? In order to fix all this, Tom says there’s a way.

They all go over to Toms place where they search his grandfather Relicors chambers on what to do about the Blood Moon and find out they can get rid of the spell by standing under its light for the next one!..............in 665 years! Plan B? Use the Severing Stone! The stone can help them erase the memory of their bounded souls and dance and all will go back to normal. It’s located in the very depths of the Underworld, so they go there with Relicor cuz he’s Toms grandpa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (Tom are you trying to sing the theme song after the “rainbows and puppies” part?) aaaaaaa and knows where to find it. They reach the bottom, but there’s a “secret test of character” challenge, run by a tower demon, where they have to pass through and then walk over the classically rickety old bridge to get to the stone itself. Marco goes on to point out all the obviousness of the whole thing being all genre savvy about it such as mocking what the demon would say, predicting the many failed attempts they’ll try and concluding it by saying it’s of course him and Star that are the “worthy ones” cuz they’re souls are bounded! (mic drop).

Okay, we’ll skip all that cuz it was too much for the (other) demon guy which was actually a fight to the death and he got annoyed. Yeah, we can’t have our two main characters die again people, C’mon! They pass the bridge, Janna fakes the other cliche of “almost falling” Blah, Blah, Blah, and they get to The Severing Stone! Before they could use it, Relicor admits he used it to erase the memory of the moment he fell in love with his wife a long time ago and had regretted it ever since (it was hinted in his chambers for those with an attention to detail cuz I noticed it. I think it’s obvious what might’ve happened to her). Star and Marco are positive they wanna go through with this since they believe it’s all the Blood Moons fault for cursing them, so they start dancing the waltz (and a callback to Toms, “That dance was meant for me!” quote for lols) and are magically transported to the memory of the Blood Moon from last year. Dressed up, demon audience watching, music playing, the whole Shebang! As they dance, they realize it’s all without Tom c*ckblocking it and how their dance is expanded and they really get into it, but then Star wonders “What if it wasn’t the Blood Moon”!? Cuz they don’t want their love to be magically induced by a magic moon and they loved their first dance together and they do like each other, but was it all from the moon or from themselves? 💔. Before they could think anything else of it, the whole thing ends and they become strictly platonic again. “Problem solved”? Oh yeah, and Janna severes her soul in half. Whatever. IDC.

So I took some time to process all this and at first I was pretty bummed out cuz of what just happened there and I know how all of you have commented on it and I don’t think there’s any need for me to express my feelings here. I mean, I know how some of you must’ve reacted like, “OMG! You mean to tell me that this whole time, Starco was all magically done! And we’ve been shipping a false relationship for the last four years!?” And that you’re also thinking, “Wait! Does this mean Jarco broke up for nothing!? And it’s the reason Star kept bringing up Marco for Tomstar!?” Yeah, I’m sure you’re all thinking that, but after a few days of letting it sink in and rewatching the episode, I’ve come to my own thoughts about it (sigh). I am all for Starco, the “Blood Moon Ball” is my favorite episode ever! It’s cuz of that dance, that beautiful Blood Moon Waltz track that I loved so much I put in my iPod! And the atmosphere of it with two young people dressed up all nice dancing around a bunch of demons. Also, I love red. Every time I look forward to the annual stargazing charts and see a blood moon coming up, I’ll always remember it as “that first Starco dance” with the music and the legend behind it and what not, but it’s sad that it turned out to be a set up for Star and Marcos future relationship problems! Then I thought, wait a minute! I missed something. Rewatching that episode, I realized, Star and Marco said they were gonna severe their souls from the stone by erasing their bounded souls and their first dance. NOT erasing their love for each other! Relicor said he severed the memory he fell in love with his wife, but Star and Marco only severed their memory of their bounded souls and first dance! I don’t think the Blood Moon was the moment they fell in love, they were probably just in the moment and didn’t want to look stupid under the light and just danced. From Season 1, before that episode, Marco was only into Jackie and Star with Oskar, so Tom must’ve assumed it was the moment they fell in love cuz he’s been repressing that idea for over a year now. Idk when the exact moment it was that Star and Marco fell in love, but I don’t think it was the Blood Moon moment. As Star said, “What if wasn’t the Blood Moon?”, cuz if it were, then it would’ve automatically worked instead of building it up for a year between them, unless it was a slow process, but usually love spells work instantly. However, if it was not, then why did Marco and Star sound “platonic” after the severing? I know they thought it was cuz of the Blood Moon they thought they were in love, but at the last minute, they thought otherwise. Were they just happy that they still remembered each other as friends or did they genuinely fall in love right at the last minute before the severing was done? So now Starco is back to being platonic again and Star will continue dating Tom while Marco starts something new with Kelly. I thought he would maybe go back to Jackie again, but I guess not. Since this episode is all done with, I guess the next anticipated episode will be “Beach Day”. Maybe we’ll know what obstacle Star and the gang overcame to make her so happy in that picture with Marco and who took the photo too! With all the trouble she’s goin’ through, I hope she solved all the problems to just finally get some well deserved R&R. Oh! And one last thing, whether or not the Blood Moon was a “love potion” thing, I’ll say this, just cuz Star and Marco don’t love each other anymore, doesn’t mean they can’t fall in love all over again 😉.

#svtfoe #curse of the blood moon #svtfoe curse of the blood moon

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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5,000 question survey series-part thirty-two

Sooo, I’ve been inspired by @iaintgotcontrol to start this back up again. It’s been two years now, so I guess I should probably try and finish this finally. Here we go....

3001. What is your half-birthday? January 28th.

3002. When is your un-birthday? Any day other than July 28th? 3003. Do you like movies about: time travel? the 80's? drugs? crazy people? --I’d refer to them as psychological thrillers. halucinations? aeroplanes? death? life? the meaning of life? fate? 3004. If you said yes to any of the above you should see Donnie Darko. If you HAVE seen it, what'd you think? I’ve seen it, but it’s been several years. I remember thinking it was pretty trippy. 3005. If you were going to write a book what would it be about? I have no idea.

3006. Is radio obsolete? No, but it seems like it would be now with things like Spotify and such and the ability to play your own music in most cars. I never listen to the radio anymore. 3007. Do you feel like you are entitled to have things without working for them? I don’t expect things to just be handed to me. 3008. If yes than why do you believe you feel this way? 3009. If no, have you noticed that a lot of people around you feel this way? No, but I’ve known people like that. 3010. If yes than why do you believe they feel this way? *shrug* Ask ‘em. 3011. "An eight track sterio, a color tv in every room and a half a pievce of dope everyday. That's the american dream, nigga'" How do you feel about the above quote? Well, we do like our technology and want the finer things/luxuries in life. I can’t say that I don’t enjoy my laptop and iPhone. However, that’s not all I want out of life. I want more. My life now is too revolved around those things. I want to be able to do more and get out of this little bubble. 3012. What is it from? I had to Google it. It’s from some movie called Superfly. 3013. What year is it from? Like 1975 I think it said. 3014. Do you believe that you will someday be famous? Nope and that’s fine. 3015. What is YOUR IDEA of success? Achieving something I’ve worked for, doing something I enjoy, and being able to provide for myself. 3016. Do you believe that you will be successful? I hope so, but it’s hard to see that right now. 3017. Will you be successful without hard work? I don’t believe so. I’m not doing anything right now with my life and nothing is happening, which I obviously wouldn’t expect it to. Life continues to just pass me by and I’m not achieving anything. 3018. What brings you bad luck? I don’t believe in luck. Is it true that you: 3019. Claim to be goth, punk, prep, emo or any other lable? No. 3020. Claim that your opinion is RIGHT? If something is my opinion then obviously it’s what I think and believe, but I’m so close-minded to where I’m not open to other opinions and interpretations of things. Some things I do stand firm in, though. Also, just because I may think something is right, it doesn’t necessarily mean I think it’s right for everyone. Some things are right for me. It really just depends. 3021. claim that your religion is RIGHT? That’s one of those things where I stand firm. It’s what I believe. 3022. Claim to be a fan of a band when you really only like a few songs? No. I’ll say that I just like a few of their songs. 3023. Do ANYTHING to fit in or be accepted by ANYONE? No, not anything. At this point I’m just kind of like, ‘look, this is me. Take it or leave it.’ 3024. REFUSE to listen to the ideas or thoughts of others? No. 3025. tell others to shut up? Jokingly.

3026. say I HATE (insert any band)? I have said that, sure. 3027. say I HATE (insert anything)? Yeah.

3028. Only appreciate certain things that you LIKE? Uhh. I don’t know if I only appreciate things that I like. Obviously things that I like I’ll probably care about more and have more interest in, but they’re not the only things I appreciate. I think the wording throws me off a bit in this question or I’m thinking too much about it. 3029. like only one style of music? No. 3030. like only one style of clothes? No. 3031. hate a style of music? I’m really not a fan of dubstep or clubhouse type music. 3032. hate life? :/

3033. Is it true that you: Okay the following questions should be part of this question, not have this be a question by itself but whatever. 3034. don't listen when parents, elders or authorities talk? Not true. 3035. do everything parents, elders and authoritys tell you? Not always, but a lot of the time. I mean I’m not just going to do everything. 3036. do things or want things because it looked cool on mtv? When I was younger. I don’t care about that kind of stuff anymore. 3037. hate everyone? lol no. Just myself, ha. 3038. hate everything? No.

3039. hate disco? No. 3040. hate rap? No. 3041-3045 These question is for the guys: Okay... You are at her home with her. Both of you have drank a little wine, enough to loosen the inhibitions while not getting tipsy. You have snugled on the couch and it's a good time for bed. You've been romantic, but you've not made any big moves on her. You're not sure if you are up to a night of love making or even if she's in the mood. She goes to the bedroom to put on something more comfortable... When she returns she is wearing an outfit that looks great on her and you notice that she has her hands tied in front of her, with a scrunchee... She stands in front of you and giggles nerviously. You search for words to express how you feel, but before you can get any words out she gets on her knees in front of you and reachs out to hold your hand with both of hers. Your eyes find hers... 3041. How do you react to this? 3042. What message do you think she is sending? 3043. What do you do next? 3044. Is this a good way for her to approach her fantasy with you? 3045. If not, what would be a better way for her to approach you about wanting to be controled during sex(consider that just outright talking about it might be hard for her)? 3046-3050 These questions is for the girls: You are at his home with him. Both of you have drank a little wine, enough to loosen the inhibitions while not getting tipsy. You have snugled on the couch and it's a good time for bed. You've been romantic, but you've not made any big moves on him. You're not sure if you are up to a night of love making or even if he's in the mood. He goes to the bedroom to put on something more comfortable... When he returns she is wearing an outfit that looks great on him. He sits next to you. You kiss and kiss. You move your hands down his body to his chest and start unbuttoning his shirt but he stops you and whispers seductively..'A good slave unbuttons them with her teeth..and you do want to be my slave, don't you?' 3046. What do you do? EW that would be a major mood killer and turn off. I’d initially be taken aback and kind of laugh at first thinking maybe he was joking. I’d hope he was joking. Otherwise, nah it’s over.

3047. How do you react to this? Like I said, I think I would think he was joking at first. If he wasn’t, then I’d feel very uncomfortable. The mood would be over for me. We could try talking about it or do something else, otherwise I’d probably just want to leave. 3048. What message do you think he is sending? That he was into things that I wasn’t comfortable with. I don’t want like the dominant/submissive thing. 3049. Is this a good way for him to approach his fantasy with you? No. I’m not into being controlled like that. 3050. If not, what would be a better way for him to appraoch you about wanting to be in control during sex(consider that just outright talking about it might be hard for him)? I really don’t know. It’s hard for me to even think about this and put myself in that hypothetical situation because I’m a virgin. I don’t know how to go about that kind of stuff. I just know I wouldn’t be comfortable with it and I’d have to tell him that. Hopefully he would respect it and we could either try something else or just end the night and accept it didn’t work out. Is it true that you... 3051. are politically correct? I try to be.

3052. are too nice to say how you feel? Yes.

3053. don't think the world government affects you? That would be very ignorant.

3054. think that all people who are fat are ugly? Wow, absolutely not. 3055. think all people who are thin are shallow? Again, absolutely not. 3056. think you are getting solid information from advertisements? Ha, nooo. Obviously they’re going to make their products look good and there’s going to be bias.

3057. don't research the products you use? False. I always read reviews.

3058. believe that the lives of the people you love are somehow more important than the lives of the 6 billion other peeople in the world? Questions like these are really difficult to answer. Just because I don’t know someone it doesn’t mean I don’t care. I have a heart and care just as one human being to another. I don’t like seeing other people hurt, it makes me sad. I empathize and sympathize with others. But also my loved ones are the most important people to me and I will always have their back first and foremost. That doesn’t mean I don’t care about others, though.

3059. believe that the lives of your country men or woman are somehow more valuble than the lives of people from other countries? No. 3060. believe your ideas are somehow worth more than the ideas of others? No.

3061. repress things rather than deal with them? A lot of the times, yes. These surveys are great for letting things out and venting, though.

3062. mindlessly self indulge ? Yes.

3063. think there is only one right way? No, definitely not. Things aren’t so black and white.

3064. think that this one right way could possibly be right for ALL of the 6 billion people on this planet? No. It’s like I said in the beginning of this survey: some things are just right for me. 3065. Decide something is UNTRUE just because you don't AGREE with it or you don't LIKE it? Not necessarily. I don’t always like or agree with what I think is true. 3066. What do you think of the out-dated chinese custom of foot-binding (tieing a baby girl's toes under her foot, even if you have to break the bone, making her walk with her toes under her foot(or hobble) because chinease men like small fett)? That sounds awful. I’m not familiar with that or know if it’s still being practiced. 3067. What do you think of plastic surgery? It can be good in some cases. 3068. Is there a difference between foot binding and plastic surgery? What? Well, if the foot binding is being done to babies and children then it’s being done against their will and that’s the difference. People who get plastic surgery choose to do so and are able to make that decision for themselves. Are there any similarities between foot-binding and plastic surgery? What? I guess in that it’s making a physical change to the body? However, at least with plastic surgery it can be done in a way that’s safe (for the most part, obviously that isn’t always the case). 3069. Would you be likely to continue reading a book that began: 'It was a bright, defrosted, pussy-willow day at the onset of Spring, and the newlyweds were driving cross-country in a large roast turkey.'? Uh. I’d be like wtf and probably skim a few pages to see where it was going. 3070. If I don't quit smoking then I will sing a song. Okay.

If I sing a song then I either play an instrument or run a mile. I do not play an instrument or run a mile. Therefore I quit smoking. Is this a valid argument? What.

3071. What came first, the acorn or the tree? The tree. 3072. What is surrealism? An art movement. Think of that melting clocks art piece.

If you were putting together a surrealist work of art, what would you do? I have no idea. 3073. What did you do on Halloween? Last year I stayed home with takeout and watched the Halloween and Scream movies. 3074. Some bees have made a comfortable nest for the winter inside your air conditionar. How would you remove the air conditioner from the window? I don’t have an AC like that, ours throughout the house. But anyway, if I did, I wouldn’t remove it. I’d have to get someone else who deals with that kind of thing to do it. 3075. Why is quiet contemplation important? It’s good to just sit and really think about things before making a decision without distractions. 3076. Do you spend lots of time in quiet contemplation? How about any time? My mind is always thinking about everything and anything. Even when I’m alone it feels so loud because my mind won’t shut up and it’s hard to concentrate. If not, what distracts you? My jumbled mine more than anything. 3077. What is the lowest you have ever felt? These past few years since graduating college. 3078. Who has changed your life dramatically for the better? Ty played an important role in my life at one time. 3079. Is all you christmas shopping done? It’s April. I don’t star that early. 3080. Who is the greatest writer you can think of and why? There’s many. 3081. Are people either good or evil? No, not always. No one is perfect. 3082. Can people be BOTH good an evil? Evil is extreme and only certain kinds of people fall into the category of being purely evil. 3083. Is there good in a rapist or a murderer? That’s really, really, really hard to see good in someone like that. 3084. You are in a classroom setting. A teacher has asked for a surrealist project. One person comes in with cards. Each card has a picture. Some of the pictures are a breast, a penis, a urinal, open heart surgery, a woman sucking on a vaccum tube, etc. On the back of each picture is a phrase like 'Fuck you and all of your lesbian fish eating friends' or 'people who speak in metaphors oughtta shampoo my crotch'. The artist asks each person to take a random card, go around the room and at their turn hold up the card with the picture side out and read the phrase on the back. Would you do it? Omg. I’d feel so awkward and uncomfortable reading any of that out loud in front of people. People who know me know I don’t talk like that. Not to say I never cuss, but I’m someone who has never cussed around their family at all. I’m the quiet, shy girl. Only my friends have heard that. For me to read those out loud would be surprising for people. How would you feel about it? ^^^^ What do you think the artist's intent is? Shock value. 3085. Are you satisfied? No. 3087. How fast do you drive? I don’t drive. 3088. What do you want that you don't need? A rodeo chicken sandwich and cheesy tots from Burger King. Haha. 3089. What do you have that you wish you didn't? Health problems. 3090. What does it mean when someone suggests that you don't own your possettions, they own you? I instantly think of technology and how it’s taken over our lives. We’ve become very dependent upon them and our lives revolve around it. 3091. Where do you get motivation? Good question. Let me know. 3092. Did you ever wanna get with one of your teachers? Nooo.

Did you ever actually get with one? Nooo. 3093. Have you ever had this happen, where one day you completely believe one thing and the next day you don't believe it anymore? Probably a story in the news or something where information came out later that proved or disproved something or made me change my opinion on the subject. If yes, do you lie about your change of beliefs in order to appear consistant? I think I’m generally pretty consistent with that. 3094. Do you hide things about yourself from others? Yes.

If so why? I don’t feel comfortable about it.

Is it because you are afriad they will be scared? With some things, yes.

Or because YOU are scarred? With some things. 3095. Do you recognize that some part of you is evil or do you feel like you are all good? I don’t think I’m all good. I don’t think anyone is. However, I don’t think that means you’re evil either. It’s like I said, I reserve that word for very certain type of people. 3096. If everyone were flying flags and putting up yellow ribbons in honor of the people who died in a war and someone put up black bows and ribbons all over the top of therir house what would you think? I would think they were protesting or maybe mourning? Would you want them to take it down? I don’t think it would bother me unless they were being vocally disrespectful or something.

Why? I mean, it’s their house they can put them up if they want it’s not bothering me. I would be curious, though. 3097. Is a foot massage meaningless or does it have implications? Uh, I wouldn’t say it’s meaningless? And what implications, exactly? I mean, I guess it could. It would depend entirely on the situation. For some it’s just that--a foot massage. It’s relaxing for them. 3098. Are you sick of technology yet? No, but it definitely can be annoying and frustrating. 3099. After tattoos and piercings, I believe the next big thing will be implants (horns, metal plates, etc) and after that will come genetic alteration (wings, purple skin, etc). Would you have any of this done to you? No thanks.

Would you let your kids have it done? No. When they’re adults they can make that decision for themselves, but I wouldn’t allow a child to do something like that.

What do you think the next big thing in body modification would be? *shrug* 3100. What's the most insulting thing you could come up with to say to someone? Something that they feel really insecure about.

#I'm reminded of the headache I get from doing this series lol #some of these questions...#personal #text #survey #surveys #5000 question survey

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To: Fueledbyfangirling (BB)

ARC 1 - Khrkin (Francis)

For BB! I wrote a lil drabble for you centered around Tsuna and Hayato. I hope you’re having a very merry holiday season!

Hayato has a little clear jar decorated in first-grade bright stars, it’s filled with carefully handled memories and fragile treasures, and he locks it neatly away in the more natural accessible part of his mind. For moments when he’ll need them most. About a third of the jar filled with Tsuna’s smiles, his kind looks, overall his everything. Every new expression is neatly stashed away to recollect fondly on days when maybe Tsuna doesn’t have a smile to give.

Hayato’s first Christmas, the one that felt to be full of all the holiday-cheer bullshit or whatever nonsense, consisted of paper snowflakes and a couple of cracked ornaments. And Tsuna’s laughter ringing loud and clear through the house like a happy trill. Even though he’d received a pair of socks with ugly mushrooms on them, Hayato had never felt so full in all of his years of pushing and pulling and fighting. At fourteen, he truly understood what it meant to enjoy the presence of family.

Which brings him to his most recent stumbling block, the twenty-seventh this week and it’s only Tuesday afternoon. It’s no secret that himself and Tsunayoshi are close or preferably in a romantic relationship, which good because of fuck anybody who tells them otherwise. But that makes Christmas a lot harder. Hayato isn’t very good at coming up with meaningful gifts, but for Tsuna, he’s more than willing to try. Only, Hayato isn’t exactly sure where to start.

What does he want? There’s the most frustrating step because Tsunayoshi is so stubborn in the ways that he'll insist on not wanting anything. “I have all that I could ever want,” sweet as those words are it makes Hayato want to nail him occasionally. He’s sure Tsuna is this close to duct taping him to the ceiling as well meaning they’re at an impasse.

The first question goes like this, they’re enjoying a rare moment of relaxation on the sofa that Tsuna insists they don’t need to replace due to one ketchup stain courtesy of Lambo, and Hayato can feel himself drifting off in Tsuna’s arms. The fingers are combing through his hair chasing promises of sleep. And then with a start, he realizes those fingers are shaking. “What’s the matter?” The words come out before his brain can catch up, spurred by concern and his constant act first and ask questions later. Tsuna seems to pause, and that’s when Hayato knows for a fact that he’s overthinking. “It’s okay, you can tell me.” He presses with a nudge of his shoulder.

“I was just thinking, I guess.” Tsuna looks a bit miserable all hunched over with his fingers still buried in Hayato’s hair.

“About what?”

Sighs are long, unsteady things often, their meanings can be dreadful. “It’s weird, but I guess I never expected to make it this far. Twenty-three is a big number, and I’m not sure where to go from there. It’s our ninth Christmas of me being unsure how the fuck all of these things happened. I think, I just don’t want to ruin this year.”

Hayato can barely think, “I don’t see how you would.”

They met on another dreary summer day, by the convenience store at Hollyhock and Maybrook. One wanted a Pepsi; the other wanted anything that could cure this goddamn headache. So when an unfamiliar boy manages to drop a whole two liter of Pepsi while looking miserable and obstructing his path, the two first got on like oil and water.

Gokudera grabbed Tsuna by the collar and Tsuna yelped, stomping on his foot hard and scrambling away, right out the automatic doors.

Hayato swore next time they met he would pummel that kid.

Coincidentally, their next meeting was at his transfer school. Hayato didn’t pummel him as planned, but he did kick over his desk with the kid still in it. Sawada looked shaken for days afterward, serves him right.

And then Christmas rolled around that first year in nowheresville Japan, Bianchi didn’t even stick around long enough for the cake, not that Hayato was lonely, not one bit. It was just like every year, and somehow that just sounded even worse, so he took a walk, not a drive, Bianchi has the car he reminds himself. Not that Hayato could drive legally, but since when did that stop anybody. He should’ve expected it to be cold as fuck but alas there are times when he doesn’t have a fucking brain. Nothing could contest to the rage over that one fact.

It’s funny in a real not amusing at all way how Sawada once again managed to drop soda on his foot! The boy in question flustered, “Hrgh, uh, sorry I guess?” Sawada stares pretty hard, and that makes his blood boil once more beneath his pink cheeks. “What do you mean ‘I guess,’ huh?” The words roll off his tongue just as sharp as Hayato meant them to be. Sawada ducked, waving his hands passively in front of himself like warding off his impending doom.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I kinda got lost in thought…” He trails off scratching his arm nervously, and Hayato represses the urge to roll his eyes before snatching the liter off its merry, albeit slow, way across the floor and shoving it into Sawada’s arms. “You’re thinking too hard. Isn’t it like Christmas or something? You’re the last person I expected to run into.” Hayato jingles his pocket, only three rolls left, shit. Sawada’s eyes blow wide, they’re huge, big as saucers.

“What’s that even supposed to mean?” Genuinely confused Tsuna cringes as the bottle nearly tumbles from his grasp, again. If that’s the case then shouldn’t Hayato be at his own home? “It’s not like I don’t frequent this convenience store or anything.” True that Miura who works the after-school shift often rings him up for another box of band-aids, and Kurokawa who works in the makeup aisle does recommend things to cover up the dark bags that quote on quote make him “look like you haven’t slept in a year,” but still, that has nothing to do with Christmas?

Hayato let out a long-suffering sigh. “Shouldn’t you be I don’t know, decorating cookies with your parents or something?” He punctuates his words with gestures, jerky at best.

“Nuh uh,” Tsuna hefted the bottle of pop up higher in his arms, one mitten sliding partway down his hand. “It’s just my mom and me. She’s at work right now, so I am- er- was going to bring back her favorite pop for when she gets home later. I mean, yeah if I could do that with my parents I’d probably be back at the house.”

Oh.

“Mood.” That’s the first time Hayato has been decent to one Sawada Tsunayoshi, and suddenly it’s as if the boy above received the moon, cliche as it is his eyes glow somewhat like the sun. “Hold this,” Tsuna says, and Hayato is about to say no because he isn’t a caddy boy, but the bottle immediately shoved into his hands, and there’s not much he can do but contemplate dropping it high enough for the cap to dent the pop to splatter and fizzle all over the floor. But then his shoes would get sticky too, wouldn’t they?

His thoughts of petty revenge are cut short by something wrapped around his neck, blue and soft and completely enjoyable. Without thinking one hand flies up to his neck, he pulls, a pretty blue scarf comes along with him. “You haven’t got anything, and it’s cold. Merry Christmas, Gokudera-kun! Be safe, a-and don’t you go catch a cold!”

Even when automatic doors ding, Hayato is still standing there red-cheeked, shell-shocked, sporting a matching hat and scarf. A forgotten bottle of Cola between his hands.

(Later when at home he opens it. Watching it explode all over the table Hayato barks his first real laugh in a long, long time. He finishes off the cake, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.)

January rolls around, a new term. Hayato declaring his undying devotion both touches and terrifies Tsuna.

Hayato discovered the meaning of his words a few days later. Tsuna is nowhere within the base; he isn’t even in his usual place between the corner and stairs of the washroom sorting documents and hiding from Reborn for a missed deadline.

And then he’s gone. Tsuna is gone, and he’s dead, and he’s never coming back to laugh or cry or be the little spoon when Hayato wakes up plagued with nightmares about losing his family.

Hayato can’t believe it. No, he won't find it because there was never life in him before Tsuna stepped into the picture. He’ll never see the man he loved so dearly again.

He keeps three bottles of cherry pop inside the fridge but never drinks them.

That Christmas when they make a feeble attempt to celebrate it falls flat because Christmas isn’t the same without Sawada Tsunayoshi. It’s empty.

Those bottles will never empty, but Hayato does. He empties his stomach into the nearest toilet, abandoning their party.

Trivial things like gifts don’t matter so much anymore.

I have everything I could ever want!

They both did.

Their reunion is something fierce. All gnashing teeth and apologetic cries, latching on to one another and not letting go as Tsuna babbles incoherent apologies, unable to get close enough because nothing is close.

Hayato sobs like a child, not letting go with shuddering breaths because it can’t be, that Tsuna is back! He’s again and he’s living, breathing, crying! How many nights has he laid awake in an empty bed, thinking of what he might give just to hear his boyfriend do anything again?

“You owe me a Christmas.”

Tsuna stops abruptly amidst all of his babbled apologies, tears slipping down his bright cheeks. “Huh?” He says dumbly because there isn’t a better reaction. Hayato is digging his fingers into Tsuna’s forearms looking somewhat like a petulant child, albeit determined. Eyes are shining, nose running. His fringe looks all grown out and messed up from running his fingers through his hair so many times. “I said you owe me the best Christmas celebration you can fucking give, please.”

Well, if he says it like that. Mid-May be damned.

“I will! Right now, Chrome, please get out the decorations!” Desperate to soothe, she scrambles off with a nod.

Empty cola bottles are like reliving a pleasant memory.

They pretend it’s snowing. Tinsel on the doorways, a Christmas tree illusion in the great room. Beneath the fake snow their lips meet. And this time, many more holidays follow in good health.

Loving and loved in return.

ARC 2 - Trilies (James)

So fun story: I was in the middle of writing your gift when Tumblr rolled out with its absurd new changes! And, despite Tumblr saying it wouldn’t touch written things… Well, I didn’t have a lot of faith in them, tbh! So I’ve put your gift on another site: warmskies (dot) dreamwidth (dot) com! It’s under the title of “anchor”, and I hope you like it! It didn’t get as NSFW as I was hoping (the tumblr thing threw me off my game), but that can always change. I hope you like it!

#fueledbyfangirling

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calliecat93 · 3 years

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ST: TNG Watchthrough Episodes 21-25. Final episodes of Season One.

Symbiosis: Remember kids, drugs are bad! Okay tbf this WAS back in the 80’s where crack and stuff were a growing issue and drug addiction episodes were not at all uncommon. Heaven knows that I saw PLENTY in cartoons from the time, such as Cartoon All-Stars to the Rescue or a VERY infamous episode of Captain Planet that I’m shocked got by the censors. As with many of those cartoons though, this episode is... well, pretty preachy. Not as badly, they save it for just one scene for the most part, but still. I don’t think that tackling addiction in ST is a bad idea, but... well, 80’s. I guess if it educated people then that’s good. Frankly I was on Crusher’s side that they should do something, but they stick with the Prime Directive which I guess they’ve gotten a LOT stricter about since the TOS days. The ending is pretty depressing with the addiction continuing, the assholes continuing to sell it, and our heroes can only allow it to happen aside from depriving them of ships to stop shipments, leaving them to figure it out themselves. Hopefully one day things can get better for them. Otherwise, it was just okay. Not the worst drug PSA I’ve ever seen by a long-shot. Oh and apparently there was a Reading Rainbow episode where Levar showed the making of this episode, so if you can find it you should check it out~! 3/5.

Skin of Evil: So... I already knew going into the show that Yar died and Worf would take her place as Security Chief. It’s a shame tbh cause while underdeveloped, I really liked Yar and had she held out, she could have gotten some REALLY good development. But I understand why the actress was unsatisfied with being on the show and left, and I read that she does get to come back for an episode later on so that’s nice. I’ll go into how her death was handled in a bit. As far as the episode itself goes, we have a VERY creepy black liquid monster holding Troi hostage in a crashed shuttle and considering it just managed to kill a person, the danger is VERY real. And it did it essentially because it wanted to cause suffering which Troi senses, which makes it all the more horrifying. The tension and fear is very strong and them themes of a being that serves evil just because... yeah that was something. Picard causing it to break down was freakin’ awesome, Kirk would be proud! Now Yar’s death. The reactions of everyone were appropriate and the event was properly shocking. I went wide-eyed when it happened since I did NOT expect it to happen that fast in that kind of manner. The funeral was also properly sad and showed that Yar was a valued member of the crew and very much respected by her crewmen, and that she respected them in turn. The final scene where Data is confused if he missed the point by feeling lost and Picard telling him that he got it exactly right? That was a perfect note to end on, and by God is that the truth regarding grief/loss. That being said... while I understand why it was done as it was and can’t complain about the execution and tone, the abrupt end just feels unsatisfying. I hate character deaths like this because it makes the character feel wasted and robs them of a proper sendoff, even with Yar’s message. They just feel like fodder. So while it had the proper weight, I’m still unhappy with how it’s done and I hope that Yar’s later reappearance will allow more closure or her. Because even if underutilized, she deserved a better ending. Still, even taking that into account, the episode is dark, tense, and Yar’s death does leave a shocking impact that TOS never quite gave me (Spock got brought back so that doesn’t count, plus he got a proper sendoff that would have been satisfactory fi he hadn’t come back). 4.5/5.

We’ll Always Have Paris: So after major character death and evil tar monsters, we get an episode on Picard’s love life! I guess a pre-requisite for being a Starfleet Captain is to have a crappy one of those. Then again maybe Sisko will break the curse when I get to DS9, we’ll see. Anyways! As the title hints, this is essentially the ST version of Casablanca. Picard has an old flame who left him, got married, and now the couple are in need of help while that old flame between Picard and the woman Jenice (is Janice and variaiton fo Janice just... a REALLY common name in the future? There was Janice Rand, Kirk’s ex in Turnabout Intruder was named Janice, now in TNG we have Jenice, how is this a pattern?!). Isn’t love fun folks?! So the episode was... okay. The time distortion or whatever broke my brain so that didn’t help. Picard and Jenice... didn’t work for me? Like... I felt no chemistry. It felt like two people in denial about a flame that fizzled out ages ago than one that burned for many years but was lost. IDK fit hat’s on the actors, the script, and/or the directing but I felt nothing, plus Jenice flirting wih Picard while her husband was in sickbay possibly dying... felt pretty shitty. Oh and the Picard/Crusher ship tease also made me feel nothing. I like Picard. I LOVE Crusher. I don’t have any feelings for them as a pair especially considering that Crusher’s husband was friends with Picard and died on duty with him... which just makes it feel WRONG to me. And poor Troi has to deal with everyone being emotionally repressed idiots, the poor woman deserves a niiiice Shore Leave. So it was average, but the lack of romantic chemistry and me just being confued by the time distortions cause... time distortions just left me confused and uninvested. So yeah... that’s all I can say. 2/5.

Conspiracy: Well a title like that can only mean good things, right? RIGHT?! So... remember the brain slugs from The Wrath of Khan? Well they decided to bring that concept back! They’ve taken over the admirals of Starfleet and are taking over with our heroes having to try and figure out what’s happening and stop it. It’s an interesting one for sure. We have Picard on Earth with the admirals while Quinn from a previous episode is on the Enterprise and causing chaos on there. It’s pretty scary to think about, the higher ups being brainwashed and could have easily destroyed the Federation from the inside out if Picard hadn’t been warned ahead of time. When Picard is utterly surrounded and they were eating the worm things... God it was scary. Although Riker really DID fool me into thinking he was possessed, so I outright cheered when he pulled out his phaser. Badass! Oh and Crusher blasting Quinn until he was down was also badass. It was also shockingly graphic with the bugs and the one guy’s body that hosted the alien... how THAT got by the censors I will never, EVER know. In the end, we never find out about who unleashed the parasites (apparently it was going to be The Borg but it didn’t work out) or what they wanted, but it certainly left an impact. Plus I think the ambiguity makes it all the more horrifying. Someone or something almost took over... and they’ll never know who or what. Overall, really good episode. 4/5.

The Neutral Zone: Well they’ve mentioned then and hinted at it a few times, but at last in the season final, the Romulans have made their return. IDT thy’ve been major villains since The Enterprise Incident back in TOS S3. Speaking of TOS... I thought we were done reusing plots, but this is more or less Space Seed except the frozen people aren’t evil, bio enhanced lunatics. So not a direct reuse but it’s pretty hard to ignore the major similarity. Anyways, we have a bit of an interesting premise with people from the 20th Century being thawed into the 24th Century and letting them interact. There would be major culture shock and values dissonance because even compared to the 80’s and the 2020’s so many values and views have changed. So imagine how much changed in between four centuries with concepts like phones and banks no longer a thing. It was... eh? I like the idea but I just didn’t care for these people much? Well the one guy who is a walking Southern redneck stereotype didn’t especially when he... was alone with Crusher. I HATED that guy, and I’ve seen rednecks my entire life! The other two I at least felt some sympathy for especially the one woman, but not enough to get me invested in this particular plot. Though I WAS amused by some things like TV not surviving past 2040... yeah THAT I find difficult to believe. Ah, the irony of making TV shows set int he future when you have no way of predicting what will and won’t happen. But yeah I get the parallel they were going for by the end with the civilians and Romulans being out of touch with the Federation, but I just didn’t care enough. The Romulan half of the plot? The build-up to it was good with everyone on edge since this will be the first time dealing with them in over 50 years and who knows what they’re like now compared to the TOS era. And when we finally see them? Well they’re very much still intimidating and a sense of danger is very much still existent, though they do agree to share information on this one issue so they aren’t foolish. It very much brought back whatever investment I had in them back in TOS, Went hey said that they’re back, that was a promise and I am all for it~! As far as being a season finale goes... well TOS weren’t exactly great in that area so it being just fine is par for the course, but it is just fine. Really the Romulan bit was what helped this episode, otherwise it’s just okay, but at least the ending scene promises more to come. Not a bad note to end on. 3/5.

Well it took much longer than I had hoped, but we have finished TNG Season One! It was... rough, but I knew going it that it would be. There were some bright spots and it did well enough to get renewed, but clearly a lot was going to need to be done to fine tune the show and let it reach it’s full potential. Will Season 2 be an improvement? What changes will they make? Will they be good or bad for the show? Will Riker ever get his glorious beard anytime soon? We’ll find out in due time. So tomorrow I’ll do the Top 5 Best/Worst list for S1, then by Friday I hope to get S2 underway. For now one season down, six to go. The adventure continues.

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mixterglacia · 7 years

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Dime A Dozen: Maine/Wash Eta+Iota!AU

((Beware, ye who enter: Canon Typical Violence, Past Child Abuse, Past Trauma, Angsty AF.))

They all dealt with nightmares. Project Freelancer didn’t have enough funding to fix them up when their bodies broke, let alone their minds. So each of them had their own customized little slice of hell to explore when they couldn’t stay awake anymore, and found their ways back to the barracks.

York couldn’t be left alone for long before he started pacing, by the end he was chewing at the ends of his fingers until they were raw. He’d been abandoned as a kid so it hadn’t come as much of a surprise when his nights were filled with seemingly wonderful places, the only catch being they were devoid of all life. Any companionship you could think of was absent. No people, no dogs, hell he’d take robots or even zombies if it meant he could speak to something that animated. Nightmares as they were, that would never happen.

North had frighteningly realistic visions of his sister dying in various ways. He haunted the halls, having to reassure Theta that, no they weren’t real, it’ll be okay. Since he had to talk his AI through it, he was able to recount his nightmares with the most accuracy. It didn’t help that most of them were more extreme results of past injuries.

The Freelancer in question was petrified of having her independence, her free will stolen. Before Eta and Iota came into the mix she often ran into Wash (literally) in the otherwise empty mess hall. The two of them woke up from their own around the same time, North and York having settled back in roughly an hour or two before. So South started venting to him. In her dream she’d been given that AI she wanted above all else, but it stole her body when she looked away, chaining her up in a box. She said it reminded her of Sigma, in the voice at least.

Wyoming required sound, of any sort to sleep. It was the real reason he and Florida had started rooming together, despite the rumor (Lies spread by West and Indiana.) that they both met before Freelancer, in some wild kinky orgy. (They hadn’t even been hired in the same month and came from different colonies.) The way he’d described it, it was like some strange puzzle room, full of brick walls with no sound. No echoes, no footsteps, not even breathing. Just oppressive silence. Without the stereo blasting, he didn’t sleep. When Wyoming didn’t sleep, he took over the kitchen and started cooking with no reason other than an excuse to rattle the bakeware.

Florida, as it turned out (to everyone's surprise) was only a little creepy by default. He explained to Wash when he showed up during one of Reggie’s cooking sprees, that he ramped it up in public to keep people distant. His voice was softer than usual as he elaborated that it wasn’t a good idea to get close to him. He said he was to blame for this trend of his relationship partners (romantic or platonic didn’t matter) getting hurt. With a seriousness he didn’t believe the man capable of, he made it clear he didn’t just mean bruised ego’s. Nothing good happened to the people he cared about.

Wash, ever the unofficial therapist at this point, countered by asking about Wyoming. Florida just tilted his head, long hair not quite hiding the sad way he smiled. As it turned out the man didn’t really care if he got hurt, because he’d be damned before he lost his “Little song bird.”

...Okay they could still be a little odd if they wanted to be.

CT was afraid for people. She kept reminding them hers weren’t just nightmares. No they were very real. Some day, she had snapped at Wash, they’d all be torn to shreds by this damned project, and they’d never be whole again.

To top off, all of their own nightmares, most of the ones with AI had to deal with double the demons. Theta feared just about anything remotely unsettling, Delta has issues when he can’t just logic a problem away and works himself into feedback loops trying to get a solution, Gamma would rage after having dreams of the slightest thought of being stolen from Wyoming, The twins easily whipped into absolute fits at the suggestion of being separated, and Sigma...well the crackling AI had only spoken once to Wash about them. All he said was he was plagued by the thought of not becoming real.

Everyone in the group other than Carolina and Tex had come to Wash at some point, eyes dark and heavy, voices unsteady. Even those with no voice at all.

The whole coin joke had gotten a little (a lotta) bit old at this point, but even what lurked in their dreams went hand in hand.

Maine had been tormented with drowning ever since he was little. His mother, he said, had snapped when he was seven. She had nearly succeeded in holding him under the bath water, but his fingers had snagged into the shower curtain, sending the metal support rod crashing to the tile and alerting his aunt who came to his rescue. If it was any deeper than a tub, he wanted nothing to do with it if it was up to him. Not that anyone ever asked before sending him on dive team missions.

It didn’t bother Wash to sit on the sidelines when the Director gave in to the demands for one shore week a year and dumped them in whatever beach town was closest to hand. He’d already guessed that Maine didn’t like water before they’d been given their AI, but when the full story was laid out before him, his stomach twisted into a sour lump.

So he shared the source of his own night terrors for the first time.

They were a total 180 Maine’s trauma, even in the root cause was similar. The older man’s voice broke before he could launch into it, thick with repressed emotion. Iota relayed the basic path the dreams seemed to take.

They always began with a smothering atmosphere. It could be a building, or a totally open space, but the air was always the same. Like a tiny broom closet in the height of summer. Then came the heat. The all consuming heat. He could feel the heat on his own arms, and when he looked down, Maine swore he saw his skin beginning to distort with blisters. Then he realized they were too dark to be his own.

He looks to Wash. Silence hangs between them for longer than normal. It gives him time to examine the patchy scars on his partner.

“...I told you my mom smoked.” was all he saw fit to say. It was all the explanation Maine needed. The penny had finally dropped. One side was water, the other side was fire.

The heat bloomed across his face, curling lazily along, as though it was pretending not to be either capable or intending to sear his flesh. Still, heat meant fire, and David could smell the acrid fumes from the rug that had caught first. When he looks to his hands, he doesn’t see the burns, but his power armor instead. Instinctively he flexes them, and the walls shimmer. Now, it’s his room on the Mother Of Invention. Maine walks in, chuffing a greeting.

The heat has not eased, nor has the smell. He is not awake.

Dream-Maine still had bandages stretching around his throat. They look filthy, like they’d never been changed. Instead of stitches and blood, the skin looks like charcoal. It’s cracked in places and infected pus oozes from everywhere. These observations are forgotten when an orange light flares into the place Eta is meant to be.

“Hello Agent Washington.” is all Sigma says before the room is consumed in flame.

Iota wakes him as she always does. By waking Eta, who then wakes Maine, who then wakes Wash. It’s a perfectly functional, and not at all round about system.

Maine can feel it before he’s even totally awake himself this time, the fire clawing at his arms. This was a particularly bad one then. Normally he just has the smell of smoke faintly hanging in the air. Reaching out, he gently tugs on a handful of Wash’s dreadlocks. The man jolts back, and Maine is lucky his nose just hurts like hell and isn’t broken.

“M-Maine?” there’s always this raw edge to Wash’s voice when he’s woken up from a fire dream. His hands reach back as he rolls over, thumbs brushing over where Maine had been shot. “Eta?”

The blue AI flickers into sight, curled up next to where Wash’s hand rests. “Yes?” he responds quietly, the small bunk bathed in blue light. Iota also fades in, making it an almost cheery spring green. There was a silent understanding that when either of the two woke like this, they both showed up, to chase away the colours of their nightmares. Green was safety for the pair. Green was grass on solid ground, untouched by fire or water.

“It...it wasn’t mom this time, Maine.” Wash’s fingers are trembling against Maine’s scars. “It was Sigma. He was your AI, not Eta. Instead of y-” his voice breaks. “-...you weren’t shot. You were burnt. It was awful and i-infected...he started the fire.”

“The fire’s gone, Wash. You’re awake, and we’re here.” Iota soothes him, petting his knuckles lightly.

“A-And we’re here.” Eta parrots, like he usually does when he’s unsure of what else to say. He tries to smile even if he knows it won’t be seen through the helmet. The pair can feel it through their bond and that’s what matters.

“Like he’d ever leave Carolina.” Maine rattles.

His mind felt like it was full of cotton. Just the voices. Wait...no.

The lack of voices. Voices that used to be there.

Still, he could make out Eta, Iota, and S-...well everyone he guessed. They begged, He begged Maine to just take Epsilon, take Beta, to escape and remember them all.

“Or-” the one that was the faintest, and yet the clearest of them all, “Do us a favor and just forget.”

Snow is swirling around him, he can feel everything as though it is real. Can see Wash, hear him pleading with the Meta.

He can’t stop. Fire is licking at the back of his mind, to just take the unit, to just remember- -or forget! Shut Up!

He shakes his head to try and clear the voices away. There are so many ghostly words. Candy coloured sim troopers are darting in and out of sight. Then he sees the cliff. He hears the icy water crashing below.

Pain laces in his chest, he hears the metal before he sees the hook being jammed into his wound. It burns with the hollow demands of Sigma, because of all the voices, his is the only one wanting to push through the pain, to be real, to be remembered.

At least in the nightmare, anyway.

Because that’s all it could be. As he’s dragged over the edge, he can see Wash. Hears him cry out his name for the first time in what feels like the history of the nightmares. Not Maine, not Meta, but his real name.

That’s what shatters the feeling of water in his lungs, of the weight of his armor pulling him under, because Wash would never do that. The dream falls apart around him because Wash would never call out his name. The name he hates.

Maine wakes to Wash’s elbow prodding his ribs. Judging by how hard the smaller man is coughing and gasping, he must’ve felt the water too. Wash checks again to be sure they are both awake, AI’s illuminating the darkness, before weakly croaking, “Holy shit, we gotta spend less time around Carolina if that fucking AI of hers won’t stop invading our dreams.” he thinks for a moment before adding.

“It’s almost like he’s setting up this whole other universe in our nightmares.”

#logan writes #alternate universe #RvB #Red vs Blue #points if you find the refrance

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Hi there jessica! Do you see a reunion of olicity before the season ends?

Yes.

…Were you looking for a bit more? ;)

Ok, but I’m going to add a couple of other asks to this because they’re very similar and no point writing out the same reply 5 different ways (2 have been in my inbox for too long, oops):

“Hello; read your posts, really liked your explanations but I’m worrying. I don’t see how Olicity could reunite by ep20! Won’t they need more time?! They’ve already taken so long. Since they’re following S3, they could sleep together, especially if they go on the run together. Saw a theory that they go Lian Yu? That would be interesting. Would fit with them running. What do you think’s going to happen?”

“Hi! There have been a lot of theories about Olicity this season. Do you really think season 5 is paralleling season 3?”

“Hey Jessica! So what do you think about the Olicity love scene being a flashback?”

“What about Oliver’s dark spiral? SA said he’s going to be resigned to his fate; won’t that affect a possible reunion?”

Wow! I see: it’s THAT time of year! (I’ll do my best!)

Here’s the meat of it: since they broke up, I have been 100% certain that Olicity would get back together but I wasn’t always certain of when until last October (2016). I figured they’d be sending the wrong kind of message to have them take 2 or 3 seasons to reunite; as if they were the type of couple who couldn’t work through their differences and that ONLY time apart could heal them.

Time apart – factually – would kill them.

It’s part of the reason why she stayed with him in episode 4.23.

But until last year, I was the type of reviewer that didn’t think or consider the content of the shows I watch. I should have done because I missed so many clues. I took Psychology (a lifetime ago and am rusty as heck so don’t expect any profiling, you’ll be disappointed ;)) and I loved English literature; I know what a thematic analysis is etc, so… shouldn’t I have known better?

I have my own life but Arrow – this fandom – is where I go to replenish, so to speak. It’s where my brain switches off. To escape for a while. But it became more than that during season 4. Suddenly it was this hopeful symbol; the idea, however naïve, that love prevails and that trust can be earned, that even when things look so very bad, they can always get better. Naïve, right?

Because then Oliver and Felicity broke up and my mind just kind of went… ‘what’?

Too much heart. Not enough brain :)

I was too involved in what I was watching and sometimes you need to take several steps back and actually connect some dots: I used to be so good at that. But it had been years and I’d forgotten how. But then I found @louiseblue1 and her insights; these on top of @jbuffyangel reviews and her fabulous way of understanding narrative flows, Cali’s knack for hitting the head of every nail out there and @dust2dust34 @so-caffeinated natural understanding of Oliver Queen, gave me a kind of swift subconscious kick to the head that I needed to pull back a bit and really look at the show the way it needed to be looked at.

(I will fully admit that I’ve needed Bre and @callistawolf to bring me back from a major huff and puff once or twice this year too;))

I say this because I want you to understand that I’m just going off what I now see. I may not be right. But until proven otherwise, I’m sticking to the near-invisible threads we’ve been watching so far this season.

Do I think they’ll reunite by season end? Yes. Absolutely. Since Diggle asked Oliver that question in episode 1, about whether his life would personally involve Felicity Smoak in future (OF COURSE IT WILL), to which he answered ‘I don’t know’.

Since then.

There are other reasons why I do but as the above questions don’t ask for them, I’m going to save you the many pages I’d write about them ;)

Okay! *rubs hands together* episode 20…

Why are people assuming they WILL reunite episode 20?

Has there been a spoiler saying they will?

I’d LOVE it but I think we’ve learned pretty damn well that expecting anything to happen will only end in disappointment.

Just because its episode 20, it doesn’t mean they’re following season 3 to the letter. I’ve had a few asks that have made it very clear to me that people are expecting a LITERAL – not just a figurative – 3.20 parallel for episode 5.20.

Please don’t.

Season 5’s parallels to season 3 are absolutely present and we should pay attention to them but they also haven’t been quite so obvious thus far as to copy season 3’s progression.

The obvious parallel is that Felicity is – in a different kind of slide into darkness – sort of doing a ‘season 3 Oliver Queen’. But mostly, it’s been in the little things. And the symbolic things.

For instance, I highly doubt O + F are going to go away together to someplace in episode 20, have some life affirming sex (I’D LOVE IT THOUGH), say I love you and have Oliver leave her to face her horrible fate… just like a 3.20 parallel. Like a copy and paste, just switching character placements.

I don’t think I like that idea. It feels cheap. This deserves to be handled properly; no rushing.

For one thing, from the spoilers, I think they’re trapped – not necessarily running - and the team needs to save them (remember that pick of Echo propelling down that shaft?). I think they’ll be alone together.

As I theorized in my post (an hour or a day), I think they’re going to air everything out in this episode. Big time. They’ll have no choice because they’re trapped but to face each other. They’ll have no choice because with out it, moving forwards will be impossible for them. And though I have no idea what would come of it I do know that by itself is supremely different to what happened with them 3.20. That was an ‘I love you’ and a ‘goodbye’. A physical representation of repressed feelings coming to the surface.

Oliver and Felicity have always been magical at communicating without words, which was why sex was the obvious conclusion in 3.20.

But THIS time? They NEED to flipping talk.

And sometimes? Talking is an intimacy – and an openness - unto itself that even sex cannot reach.

I think they need to reach that final level with each other; the level where two people meet in the center and understand each other completely. They’re going to connect. Really connect, one soul to another (cheesy I know), or that’s what I hope for. I mean, there really is no other choice for these two.

They’ve ruined each other for anyone else.

Felicity found a boyfriend in Billy, because it wasn’t a chance to take (she wasn’t risking her heart, she was defending it); he was an escape option and a shield. It was her saying ‘look how fine I am’? ‘I’m absolutely over Oliver Queen’. ‘He can do whatever he likes too’. ‘No I don’t think about him every second of the day’…

It’s human. And it’s painful. And it’s sad. It’s natural. It tells us just how much she isn’t passed it all.

Oliver found Snoozan who, like Billy, doesn’t quite fit the title of girlfriend.

Neither Oliver or Felicity – or ANY other character – has really been able to refer to Billy/Snoozan as their boyfriend/girlfriend respectively which delights me.

Oliver has been routine in his belief that he isn’t good enough for Felicity since season 3 (a bit of 2 as well), so he settled for whatever life threw at him this year (HIS WORDS IN EPSIDOE 5). Life threw Snoozan at him and he went along for the ride.

Wow.

Both Felicity and Oliver developed feelings for these two but I promise you now, those feelings aren’t lasting. Nor are they romantic love.

They’re both these tools for O + F to try with.

These attempts failed horrifically.

Billy was killed by Oliver, a deliberate attempt of Adrian’s to prove him the monster he keeps inferring he is and Snoozan and Oliver broke because of secrets he refused to share hoping she’d just believe in him anyway.

Which she didn’t.

(Funny, we all thought Oliver would tell her his secret etc but he didn’t even come close and he CHOOSE that; it’s why he questions what he was even thinking getting involved with her. I’ll tell you Oliver; you were lonely and desperate for someone to see a man instead of the monster you think you are. Poor guy.)

Because, when you spend enough time with someone you develop feelings for them. It’s only natural. But it also makes me feel sorry for Billy and Snoozan (not really) because neither Oliver nor Felicity chose them because they were attracted to them, or because they were tempted, or because they even liked them.

Felicity was hiding. Oliver was settling. Both were looking for comfort.

How flattering.

Which ultimately makes both these relationships utterly unimportant.

AND it explains how stiff Oliver was after sleeping with Snoozan and the feeling that Felicity wasn’t completely present with Billy after they’d done the same.

Now timing has been ridiculous on this show; sometimes the pacing makes sense, sometimes it doesn’t. Maybe the flashback will explain more as to the why’s of their behaviour. But, really, one episode is all they need. OF COURSE THERE’S TIME.

Olicity has spent the season decidedly NOT talking. And it HAS to be for a reason. They used to always talk. Now they don’t. Why did they make that choice? A choice that has obviously hurt them both.

Just as the flashback sex HAS to be for a reason. As great as it is that they will show this, they wouldn’t do it without a reason. I’m guessing that whatever happened between them between S4 and 5, explains their behaviour this season. There’s been a ‘we’re completely fine’ air about them both that feels off (we know SA and EBR are fab actors so this is deliberate). Eventually ‘fine’ won’t cut it for either of them.

They’re already coming close to their attempt at pretending that they’re fine, shattering into little pieces.

BRING.IT. ON.

We’re already seeing the signs in episodes 15 and 16.

Notice Felicity’s physical and verbal responses to him? They’re a bit softer. There’s a lack of defensiveness about her person that made me grin. His focus on her in episode 16 broke through a wall and it surprised her. I think she’s building up to a conclusion.

And Oliver? He’s started concentrating on her again, directing his thoughts to her – I MEAN SNOOZAN WAS TAKEN AND HE WAS ALL ‘NO THAT DOESN’T MATTER; I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU’ - like he can’t help himself. But his path – because of Adrian – is about to get ten times darker.

Like I said in my post, I think he’ll break. I also think there is a chance Felicity might too for a different reason and in a very different way. But in this regard I also think that, in this respect, she’s stronger than Oliver. Maybe she knows more than we think she does about Helix.

But him breaking will test EVERYONE, including the team. (Maybe that’s why episode 18 is called disbanded *shrugs*)

The sex scene being a flashback isn’t a problem for me.

But when I first discovered it, I will admit to thinking DAMN! WHY NOT IN THE PRESENT? LET THEM VENT IT OUT! BRING ON THE SEX; ALL THE SEX!!

But… at this stage, without really connecting again, wouldn’t that kind of physical explosion just hurt them? It wouldn’t be an answer. Maybe AFTER they talked.

Plus, flashback sex proves neither could keep their hands off each other during the summer. How gratifying.

But I’ve also heard some people saying that their perception of the sex being a flashback is Arrow’s way of telling the fandom that Olicity really are a thing of the past. Dear God, why waste ANY sex scene on them if they were saying goodbye to them.

Why trap them together?

Why claim it’s a big Olicity episode?

Why would the climax of the season be anything but that: a CLIMAX. Something we’ve been waiting for.

Look at season 1: Oliver and Laurel, after spending most of the season apart (seriously, their scenes were few and far between and absent of romantic emotions) suddenly (because it was abrupt, no lead up or anything other than Laurel throwing herself at Oliver right after he lies and tells her what she wants to hear), have sex. Episode 21.

It’s VERY possible. Probable even. There’s no way they’re saying goodbye to Olicity. James Bamford even confirmed (last year) @jbuffyangel theory about them relearning each other. How better to know someone than to walk in their footsteps?

MG asked us to be patient.

WM said that there were some storyline they could only do if they were apart and they were obligated to do them, even if we didn’t like them.

Other than that, we don’t really have enough info to say for sure about what, when, where, how… and I expect to be proven wrong at some point.

Whether they go to Lian Yu or not, I’m also clueless.

But I want to point out something.

True love, fun and bedroom antics…

These are Stephen’s words about the nature of Oliver and Felicity’s season 4 relationship and they make so many things clear in where they may be heading. He didn’t need to clarify that: he offered it. We’ve learned a fundamental truth about our Captain this year:

Everything Stephen says is deliberate. EVERYTHING he says is honest (sometimes you just have to dig or filter or read between the lines):

He brought up the Russian Vodka sex, which I’m sure, was meant to be a joke (I thought it was) but we know has been confirmed thanks to JB for the flash back sequence. And notice how he behaved when he said it – the slight ‘it’s important but I’m going to coolly play off’ shrug thing and slight smile – and the way Emily looked at him, like she was dying not to laugh.

He brought up killing Billy BEFORE episode 1 even aired. Yes, it was another joke, but he referenced it at least 2 more times afterwards. And Oliver did kill Billy.

Bu that quote made it clear that their relationship in season 4 was fundamentally lacking something. The words are great but a relationship doesn’t last from embracing only the good things.

They learned how to fight in season 3.

In season 4 they learned how to live together.

In season 5 maybe they’ll finally learn how to UNDERSTAND each other.

It gives them room to grow as a couple too. It suggests that once they achieve this, then that will be it. When they get back together, maybe they’ll never break again (*fingers crossed*).

He also stressed that Oliver KNOWS he’s at fault for their breakup (to all the people hating MG’s interview recently where he said that Felicity’s lack of understanding is was broke them up, please be aware we only received a partial interview and that he was talking technically – Felicity DID break them up but the reason why they broke up was Oliver’s, that was the point).

Now, why would Stephen do that? Why would he also say that she was right to break up with him, that it was only choice for her to make? She needed to learn something this year and I think she is. I think they’re going to focus on this. Soon. Because they have too; they can’t leave this hanging in the air.

Stephen also said that we shouldn’t stop hoping for them.

AND he has said that there’s a reason for the way Oliver’s been acting this year…

So I looked back at how he’s been acting. He’s content in a way, but not happy. More brutal. Tougher. A better manipulator, lonelier, more understanding and ethically confused. Tired. Like a constant cognitive dissonance. Felicity told him that he was in a schism. He still is in one.

Season 3 had him choose between the Arrow and Oliver Queen. He chose the former. Season 4 had him discovering how to be Oliver. Season 5 has had him try to merge these two identity’s but he can’t because he has a third. The monster. Where every other aspect of himself is defeated by this creature of violence and death and destruction. The man we’ve been seeing in the Bratva flashbacks. The thing created from placing a man in hostile environments for years and having him claw his way out. Only, he never really did.

He never left.

I think that’s what Adrian is trying to reveal to Oliver; that his true self is this monster. Stephen added that Oliver will be resigned to his fate after episode 17. I think Prometheus is going to somehow convince him – manipulate and mind screw with him – that he can’t change his fate: a fate to be a monster who lives alone.

(Can’t wait to discover this secret he wants Oliver to reveal to him!)

This season NEEDS Oliver to find a way to merge his identities. To see the light again and I don’t think that’s possible without Felicity Smoak.

So yes, I feel very good about a reunion. Due to how the season has run, I don’t expect one until episode 23 but I do feel that episode 20 will be one for the books!

I know I ranted. It’s a problem. But I cannot WAIT for this episode (well I can but it’s very difficult) because WHATEVER happens - BAD OR GOOD - will be a culmination of the events leading up to it – with Oliver a broken and Felicity making morally ambiguous choices - and I for one am super excited to see how it plays out!

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>Karkat: Hit your head against the wall repeatedly.

@8rawling @merrygams

8rawling What if I ask you what the reasons are in priv8te.

caederet I MIGHT ANSWER.

8rawling Then what are your reasons.

caederet EMOTIONAL BULLSHIT.

8rawling What.

caederet I DON'T KNOW, I THINK I MIGHT HAVE SOME FORM OF CALIGINOUS INTEREST IN YOU? BY WHICH I MEAN I LITERALLY DON'T KNOW, I'M NOT JUST SAYING THAT TO AVOID SHAME OR WHATEVER.

8rawling I The Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........ Well, I'll just let you rumin8te on that... forever. Convers8tions were a mistake.

caederet GOOD PLAN. I AGREE. FUCKING, FAREWELL OR WHATEVER.

8rawling Goodlight!!!!!!!!

Yesterday at 11:03 PM

8rawling When you say every night, like... How long have you, y'know????????

caederet FIRST OF ALL I MEANT EVERY NIGHT AS IN EVERY NIGHT YOU BOTHER ME WITH YOUR ASININE DRIVEL. I HAVEN'T BEEN PINING OR ANY OF THAT BULLSHIT. SECOND OF ALL I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. WHEN YOU'VE BEEN AS SEXUALLY AND ROMANTICALLY REPRESSED AS ME ALL YOUR LIFE, A LOT OF SHIT GOES TOTALLY UN-ANALYZED.

8rawling Aw, I only 8other you 'cause half the time I find you more entertaining than the usual shit on my dash. C'mon. Fascin8ting though. Do you remem8er that time Kanaya thought you had pitch interest in me.

caederet WHICH TIME. SHE'S MY MOIRAIL, SHE KNOWS ME BETTER THAN I DO.

8rawling What do you mean which time. I thought there was only one time.

caederet I THINK THERE WERE A COUPLE TIMES SHE VAGUELY TEASED ME ABOUT IT.

8rawling Wow. Am I allowed to tell her she was right. I was going to send her a screenshot of your message tonight anyway. 8ut she didn't get 8ack to me. So I might as well ask since we're here.

caederet NO I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO BE THE ONE TO TELL HER ABOUT MY STUPID SHITTY EMOTIONS.

8rawling Ughhhhhhhh. 8oring. Fine. I'll do my 8est to not mention it. I still can't 8elieve you were serious. It's just like, a small thing, yeah????????

caederet I'LL SEND HER A MESSAGE ABOUT HOW TERRIBLE I AM LATER. WHO KNOWS!!! CERTAINLY NOT FUCKING ME. MAYBE I SHOULD ASK KANAYA, MAYBE SHE'LL KNOW.

8rawling Really? I mean, like. Mmmm. I'm not one to judge on having a hard time with emotions. Kanaya'd have my head for that sort of thing, pro8a8ly, haha.

caederet WAS THE PART WHERE MY MOIRALLEGIANCE WITH KANAYA IS THE ONLY ROMANTIC CONNECTION I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HAVE WITH ANOTHER TROLL IN MY LIFE TOTALLY LOST ON YOU.

8rawling Hey, it's the same for me. Kanaya's the first person I've trusted with... anything, really, 8esides my crew. I actually always thought you seemed a little 8etter emotionally connected than me? 8ut I guess not.

caederet I'VE SPENT SO MUCH TIME SUPPRESSING EVERYTHING AND BEING LITERALLY DENIED THE RIGHT TO CONNECT WITH PEOPLE ON ANY LEVEL THROUGHOUT MY ENTIRE LIFE THAT I WAS FRANKLY NEVER ABLE TO LEARN WHAT FEELINGS ARE.

8rawling So yeah, it was lost on me. Ah.

caederet NO, I'M REALLY NOT BETTER AT THAT THAN YOU. I'M GREAT AT PARSING OTHER PEOPLE'S SHIT, BUT MINE IS INSCRUTABLE.

8rawling Hahahaha. Me too! I can read every8ody's thoughts and feelings 8esides my own. It's hard. I have my own reasons for emotional difficulties 8ut I'm, uh, sorry that I didn't pick up on your situ8tion that well.

caederet NO IT'S FINE I WAS NOT IN ANY WAY AT ANY POINT ATTEMPTING TO COMMUNICATE ANYTHING OF THAT VEIN TO YOU.

8rawling Then why ask if it was lost on me.

caederet OH, WAIT, I GOT CONFUSED.

8rawling ????????

caederet SORRY, I THOUGHT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT MY FEELINGS SITUATION AND NOT MY INABILITY-TO-RECOGNIZE-FEELINGS SITUATION.

8rawling Oh. It's fine, I'm tired and didn't phrase stuff well, pro8a8ly.

caederet ME TOO. THIS IS WEIRD.

8rawling May8e. It's 8etter than when you're 8usy calling me an imperialist or something over literally nothing. 8ut I can leave you alone now if you want.

caederet I DON'T CALL YOU ANYTHING FOR NO REASON. BUT IT'S FINE.

8rawling Then why did you call me an imperialist.

caederet I DON'T REMEMBER THAT WELL. GIVE ME CONTEST. *CONTEXT.

8rawling https://caederet.tumblr.com/post/159726568279/i-never-said-it-was-imperialist You were talking a8out your political views. I think. I don't know, I didn't really care. Either way: I'm Literally a pir8te.

caederet OH THAT WAS JUST A SNAPPY RETORT TO YOUR CALLING ME A DINGUS.

8rawling Karkat Vantas I will punch you into the planet. I have 8een holding a grudge over it this WHOLE TIME. Fuck you. Don't call me that as even a retort again.

caederet OH. OKAY, GOT IT.

8rawling Thanks.

caederet NO PROBLEM. I WON'T PRETEND IT'S NOT. UH. A LITTLE NICE TO KNOW I CAN HAVE THAT EFFECT ON YOU, THOUGH.

8rawling What. ????

caederet FUCK. YOU KNOW, LIKE. PISSING YOU OFF THAT MUCH.

8rawling That is... the worst sentence I've ever read in my entire life, and I've had to read some real wild shit. Like, old troll civiliz8tions who kept 8athroom Logs for every little thing that had mysterious stains on them. And yet, this topples those 8y leaps and 8ounds.

8rawling I h8te knowing that telling you that pro8a8ly just makes you happy. I am disgusted? This is the worst? Goddamnit.

caederet OH SHUT THE FUCK UP. WHAT, YOU THINK YOU'RE SUCH HOT SHIT THAT I'M SOILING MY FUCKING PANTS OVER MY ABILITY TO NOTABLY IRK YOU?

8rawling Yes.

caederet IT WAS JUST AN OBSERVATION THAT I REGRETTED THE MOMENT I SENT YOU'RE NOT.

8rawling Yes I am. I'm gr8. I love... me.

caederet YOU'RE NOT! HONESTLY, MY BELIEF THAT THERE IS THE CAPACITY FOR BEING "GR8" SOMEWHERE WITHIN YOU IS THE MOST GROSSLY OPTIMISTIC THING ABOUT ME. WELL I'M GLAD SOMEONE DOES. WAIT I CAN'T SAY THAT. I HATE THAT PEOPLE LOVE YOU.

8rawling Why? Do you even know what I really do?

caederet BECAUSE I FEEL THAT IT GIVES YOUR MASSIVE EGO A CONCRETE BASIS. YOU'RE A PIRATE, RIGHT.

8rawling I go to old civiliz8tions and ruins and save old literature and artwork from rotting away. I also steal that sort of stuff from people, mostly rich folks who 8uy important works as a source of their vanity. And then I put, uh, what I Can into my li8raries around 8eforus, with some of it kept away in annexes for scholars. Mostly to keep the Empire off my ass with the more "scandalous" materials. The rest is kept in my priv8te collection on deck. It's all stuff that would get my life's work razed immedi8tely, 8ut I felt was still important to save. I am a pir8te, yes, 8ut I only oper8te within the 8ounds of the Empire 8ecause they have enough material to have my head on a stick, and my deals keep them from doing that.

caederet THAT'S COOL, I GUESS.

8rawling You guess.

caederet I MEAN THAT IS ACTUALLY PRETTY COOL, I GUESS.

8rawling ::::)

8rawling Would you want to see the priv8te collection sometime. I'll let you keep a few 8ooks if you like anything you see.

caederet I'M A LITTLE CONFUSED AS TO WHY OH. OH, UH. YEAH. SURE, I GUESS.

8rawling Okay. Just let me know when. I won't 8e at sea for a while yet.

caederet OH, WELL I'M FREE ALL THE TIME BUT NOT SO PRESUMPTUOUS AS TO MAKE PLANS VERY FAR IN ADVANCE. WOULD SOMETIME IN THE NEXT FEW NIGHTS WORK.

8rawling Monday? I can work out a deal with the guy who's letting me stay in his residence to use his transportalizer, pro8a8ly.

caederet I DON'T NEED A TRANSPORTALIZER AS LONG AS YOU AREN'T DIRECTLY UNDER THE WATCHFUL EYES OF THE EMPRESS OR SOME SHIT.

8rawling Trust me when I say I definitely am not. Especially right now. That'd cause more than a few pan aches for me. See you then. ::::)

caederet ALSO THE TRANSPORTALIZER HERE IS PRETTY SHADY AND YOU AREN'T WORTH GETTING MY ATOMS SCATTERED ACROSS SPACETIME IN THE FORM OF A VERY FINE KARKAT DUST. I'LL DRIVE THERE. THAT EMOTE UNSETTLES ME.

8rawling (;:::

caederet MAN, YOU'RE LUCKY I'M A RECKLESS THRILLSEEKER OTHERWISE I'D BE WORRIED ABOUT HOW YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY GOING TO SHANK ME AS SOON AS I SHOW MY GRUBBY FACE AROUND THERE.

8rawling I have no reason to do that. Do 8e wary though, the village I'm in is a pir8tes' haven.

caederet AND?

8rawling Many of the people here will gut you if you even just look at them funny. I would know, I've lost crewm8tes here over the most petty of disagreements.

caederet SOUNDS HOT, I LOVE DYING.

8rawling Ooooooookay. Either way! Sounds like a plan. I gotta try to get some rest, so. Goodlight.

caederet COOL.

#logs #8rawling #merrygams

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Free Spirit. Chapter 21: Answers

PREVIOUS CHAPTER - INDEX - WATTPAD

The next day, luckily, was a Saturday.

Catori could afford to sleep in –for the first time in a while, with no nightmares at all –and calm down. Even if the events of the previous day haunted her, reminding her that all those things were happening even if she wanted to ignore them.

Yet she was surprised to realize everything felt empty without all those worries in her mind. If it wasn’t doing anything related to the supernatural and looking for answers –which she did now want to do -, Catori found herself not knowing what to do.

She could always practice jujitsu. Even if yesterday she proved that she wasn’t rusty at all. And she could also do her homework or study. And actually, that seemed like the better option. Otherwise she would end up failing of her classes and that seemed like yet another nightmare.

At least she had the incredibly smart Lydia Martin as her friend. The redhead could always provide her with great notes as well as support and maybe some studying meetings.

Forcing herself to win over laziness and get some work done, Catori sat on her desk and cracked her knuckles, preparing for a hardcore study session that would catch her up with her subjects. She had notes from Stiles, Scott and Lydia from those days she had been absent from class. Just putting a little order in them would be enough to study normally.

Determined and almost motivated, Catori opened her notebook and began reading the first notes. Stiles’ quick and messy handwriting from History.

She clicked her tongue in irritation when her phone rang just at that moment. But she snorted in amusement when she picked up and read it was precisely him calling.

“I’m studying” Was the first thing that Catori told him.

“And I’m bored” He replied with a childish voice.

Catori laughed when she pictured him lying down on his bed, fidgeting around restlessly and having a small tantrum.

“I really need to study, Stiles” The girl opened her book while she talked to her friend. “It’s my first day off in weeks and I should catch up”

“Why don’t you come over?” He suggested casually. “I’ll help you study”

“You nerd…” She chuckled, smiling widely. “We wouldn’t study and you know it”

Very awkwardly and bashfully, the boy cleared his throat in the other end of the phone. None of them talked for a good ten seconds, and the silence would have lingered if Stiles hadn’t broken it.

“But I want to hang out with you!” He whined, keeping the childish attitude. “Come over to my place!”

“Am I hearing correctly?” Catori felt the urge to mock him a little. “You want to be with me? Are you actually missing me?”

“Now not so much”

“But you miss me”

“Yeah, I do” Stiles sighed and made a dramatic pause. “And so do you, grumpy Cat”

Even if he couldn’t see her expression through the phone, Catori pursed her lips together not to smile.

“If you let me study, I’ll be there in a few hours” The girl gave in, feeling excited at the thought of spending more time with him.

“Awesome!” He exclaimed, satisfied now. “See you then”

“Bye, silly”

Catori just managed to put some order over the varied notes from her friends and read them a little before her need to be with Stiles was too great to repress. The girl couldn’t stop thinking about him and about the fact that he was waiting for her, making it impossible to focus on studying.

At least she had an idea of what they were studying on each subject before she left the house, which was enough for her. She could always do some extremely serious studying when exams came.

At that moment, she couldn’t wait to meet Stiles. Even if she wondered when that happened. When she missed him whenever they spent too many hours without seeing each other. Especially since he felt the same way.

It felt extremely odd to have those feelings. To have butterflies in her stomach as she made her way over to the Stilinski house. Feeling jittery at the thought of meeting that nerd again. Yet Catori embraced it all.

She knocked on the main door when she arrived and waited for a few seconds until the Sheriff received her.

“Catori” He offered her a friendly smile. “Come on in”

“Thank you” She politely told him, feeling slightly inhibited.

“Stiles is upstairs, he’s waiting for you”

Catori grinned at him in appreciation and started going up the stairs. As she did, she noticed that grin started turning into a happy and excited one.

She stood in front of the door and smiled to herself, looking down as she allowed herself to be overwhelmed by that feeling that could only mean one thing. Love for Stiles.

Clearing her throat and forcing herself to display a deadpan expression, the girl lifted her arm to knock on the door. Barely a second later, a fidgety Stiles opened it and showed her a heartfelt and delighted smile.

“Hi, Cat!” He greeted her cheerfully, accompanying his smile with a quick but casual peck on the lips. “Come in”

“Um… okay” Amused by such sudden gesture, she walked into his room and plopped down while trying her best to not smile.

He was facing his back to her, but stopped in the middle of the movement. His shoulders tensed up noticeably.

“Did I just…?” Realizing he had just kissed her, the boy immediately turned to her and squinted restlessly.

“Yup” Catori smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Guess that answers some of my questions about us”

“I’m sorry if…”

“Calm down, stupid”

The both of them just stood there in silence, seizing the other and their reaction. Until Catori chuckled and he mimicked her in relief.

“Look” He piped up to break the ice after the mildly awkward moment.

The boy turned slightly, motioning over to the whiteboard on his left. It was filled with photos and threads of different colors as well as his own messy handwriting.

“What’s that?” She got comfortable on the bed, lying down on her stomach.

“Basically, all that happened here since you got to Beacon Hills” Stiles sent her a meaningful glance that had playful implications.

“I’m sorry, are you blaming me for it all?” It was refreshing to have that conversation without the prior amount of hate and saltiness.

The boy gave her a lopsided grin and opened his mouth, just to close it after a few seconds.

“I was about to say something really corny and silly” He winked and shrugged. “So I’ll shut my mouth”

“Yeah” Catori nodded vehemently. “You better avoid being romantic, Stiles”

He licked his lips to conceal a smile and pretended not to hear her, carrying on with the board.

“I got bored and lonely, so I called you” Stiles plopped down next to her, sitting so close their sides touched. “I couldn’t figure out anything new”

“Really? The genius can’t figure it out, huh?” To annoy him, she poked his cheek repeatedly.

“Yep” He replied nonchalantly, holding her hand with the excuse that she was being obnoxious. “Not what Vanessa’s pack is or what creatures they are, not what they want with the triquetra… nothing”

Stiles sighed in defeat as his eyes lingered on the chaotic board. Even if his hand still held Catori and his thumb brushed against her skin delicately.

Those words reminded her of certain findings related to her sybil nature. And it was suddenly extremely hard to breathe.

Catori couldn’t help but to stare into the distance as she got absent in her own mind. Thinking how scared she was of what being a sybil implied, how overwhelming it was to think that she needed to tell everyone and how surreal it felt to realize she was actually a supernatural creature.

She jumped up startled when something gently touched her cheek, tying her back to the real world. To Stiles’ room.

He had kissed her in the cheek unexpectedly, making her jolt up in surprise and nearly giving her a mini heart attack.

“Okay, spit it out” Stiles licked his lips, fidgeting around as he crossed his arms over his chest in stern determination.

“Spit what out?”

“I know that look”

“What look? What are you talking about?”

“That look on your face means that something’s worrying you, that you’re scared about something” He spoke seriously, his eyes filled with unease. “And don’t bullshit me, I know what I’m talking about”

“It’s nothing” Catori rolled her eyes sassily, managing a convincing smirk. “Just trying to figure your stupid board out since you can’t do it yourself”

Somehow, she knew he wouldn’t be bothered at all to know she was a sybil. Probably no one in the pack would be but… why was it hard to say it then?

Why was impossible to Catori to say it out loud? Would that make it real and hence scarier?

Fearing he was onto her and her lies, she looked over at him with the corner of her eye. He was frowning in deep thought, his caramel brown eyes focused on her. That wasn’t good.

“Look” Catori said confidently, turning her body to face him. “I came all the way here and-“

“Okay” He interrupted her, in a tone that meant to show he wasn’t going to push her.

Stiles knew something was with her, yet he knew better than to pressure her into confessing whatever it was. Besides, after all they had been through he knew she trusted him. The boy was positive that she would tell him if it was truly important. Eventually.

For now, he just pretended nothing happened. He played dumb and acted like she had convinced him.

“So if neither of us can’t figure out the board” Instead, Stiles decided to take another approach. “Maybe we should do something else”

Catori noticed everything that was going through his head. And she appreciated his effort to leave it all behind and respect her wish to ignore her restlessness. So she obliged and forced herself to forget about it as well.

“Whoa” She arched her eyebrows in amazement. “Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

As all response, he showed a goofy grin.

“I could use a reward” Catori cheekily kissed him right on the lips. “After all I had the make the great sacrifice of quitting my studying to come here”

Stiles reciprocated by moving his lips in sync, holding his hands on her hips and pulling her closer.

“What a great sacrifice…” He joked, breaking away just long enough to speak and then carrying on with the kissing.

Catori smiled and muffled a chuckle on his mouth, dropping her arms over his shoulders and gently squeezing him closer as well.

But then Stiles stopped moving completely, he broke away and froze.

“Sacrifice…” The boy whispered in realization.

Completely forgetting about Catori’s presence, he stood up again and got closer to the board. He picked up his white marker and absently took the cap off as he stared at the photos.

“Stiles?” She worried, observing him nervously. “What’s wrong?”

“They were sacrifices…” He breathed out lowly, carelessly scribbling the word ‘sacrifice’ and drawing arrows all over.

“What?”

“What if they were sacrifices?”

An ominous silence fell over them, taking over the room. Stiles fidgeted around restlessly as Catori sat there in awe.

“The… the girls that Vanessa kidnapped and then killed” The boy kept on explaining, struggling to speak because of the implications. “What if they were sacrifices?”

“For what?” Catori held a hand over her stomach, suddenly feeling a little sick.

“I don’t know” He admitted, turning back to the board. “But it wouldn’t be the first time”

Feeling slightly scared and spooked, Catori let her eyes wander around the room. Even if they ended up falling over Vanessa’s picture on the board.

Then, a gasp escaped from her throat as a chill overcame her spine.

“Cat?” Noticing this, Stiles immediately sat next to her and passed an arm over her shoulders. “You okay?”

“Selkie” She uttered in a shaky sigh, glancing at him. “What the hell is a selkie?”

“I… I don’t know” He mumbled as he played around with the marker on his hand. “What are you talking about?”

“That word just popped in my head, ‘selkie’… I-I don’t know why”

Seeing how distraught Catori was, he decided to be cautious and reassuring. Stiles rubbed her back in soothing circles, speaking in a low voice with a gentle and sweet tone.

“Maybe it was that super clairvoyant Catori thing?”

Her eyes grew wide as she nodded in shock, slow and absent. Somehow Stiles felt like whatever was bothering her had to do with her seer nature.

“Maybe” Catori confirmed after a few more seconds, finally locking eyes with him.

“Something might have triggered it. With Lydia it happens like that” He stirred in the spot as he licked his lips nervously. “What were you thinking about exactly?”

“I...” Her eyes wouldn’t leave him as he stood up from the bed just to sit down on the chair and start typing on the laptop. “I was looking at Vanessa’s photo”

Stiles nodded in understanding as he focused his attention on the laptop. He navigated through the internet in silence for a moment before he heaved a sigh and turned to Catori.

“Selkies are marine creatures” Stiles said in a matter of fact way.

She didn’t reply nor moved, just gulped in unease.

They might finally know what supernatural creature Vanessa was. Which could help know not only how to protect themselves from her. But also how to hurt her.

Pack meetings were getting old, especially since it felt like peril was imminent. Like getting the answers they wanted wasn’t so good because it brought them closer to the truth, and hence to the danger.

Like everything was coming to an end.

So Catori was overcome by an ominous feeling that wouldn’t leave her. That, plus the sybil issue was enough to keep a grim outlook. On top of all, everyone was taking their time to come since Stiles insisted that they’d meet outside his place since Catori and himself were already there.

The two of them were waiting outside, sitting on the curb of the pavement. The last of the sun shone over them before the sunset arrived.

“Relax, Cat” He cheerfully passed an arm over her shoulders and effusively shook her. “It’s not like we’re in the middle of a crisis or anything”

“Not helping, Stiles”

“Sorry…”

“I mean, I’m a-“ Before she could say the word, Catori grunted and kept rambling in annoyance. “I’m some sort of clairvoyant that just found out all those girls taken in my place ended up dying to serve as human sacrifices”

“You’re freaking out” Stiles stated, not admitting any doubts.

“Yes I’m freaking out!” She gave in, throwing her arms in the air in exasperation. “So?”

“Nothing, it’s a perfectly normal reaction to something like this, you know?”

Catori sighed and took shelter in Stiles, tiredly hiding her face on his shoulder and closing her eyes in content when his arms fell around her.

“It’ll be okay, Cat” He rubbed his arms over her back reassuringly. “We’re one step closer to solving everything”

“I know” She nodded as her own arms wrapped around him. “It’s just that when it feels like everything’s better it all goes to crap again”

“Welcome to our world” Stiles said in a fake cheerful tone.

“You’re a good comforter” Catori told him, looking up at him. “Kinda”

“You sound surprised” He smirked, leaning closer to leave a tender kiss on her forehead. “I’m offended”

The girl managed to smile a little because of him, she just wanted to hide it by shoving her face on his shoulder again. Stiles laughed at this rare cute gesture of hers and played with her hair tenderly.

“You guys are adorable” Scott’s voice startled them as he towered over them.

Catori was too embarrassed by it, so she just pushed Stiles away and took a sudden interest in the floor as she placed her hair to the side.

“Hey, Scott” The latter greeted him with a passive aggressive voice. “Great timing, dude”

The girl cautiously looked up, just in time to see a wide grin appear on her friend’s lips. It lingered as he calmly sat by her side in a silent yet amused way.

“Derek’s on his way” Scott mumbled after a while. “He shouldn’t take long”

Catori finally looked directly at him and saw a friendly expression on his face, as usual. So she showed him a sweet grin in return.

Then he turned his head as though he heard something. But since neither Stiles nor her noticed anything, it was probably Scott’s werewolf hearing.

“Where’s everyone else?” Derek showed up, which had to be what caught their friend’s attention.

“On their way” Stiles stood up and brushed himself off.

Scott shrugged and jumped to his feet as well, to which Catori used their shoulders as anchors to do the same.

Just then, she spotted Kira, Liam and Malia in the distance. They saw the four of them too and walked over to them.

“Where’s Lydia?” Scott noticed her absence and voiced his question.

“She’s late” Derek replied in a monotone voice, shrugging even if he looked over his shoulder for her.

Catori’s phone vibrated at the exact moment the other three arrived to them and began quickly greeting each other and commenting about the subject at hand.

“Lydia’s gonna take a bit longer” She read the text message out lout for everyone to hear. “She was held up with something and wants us to start without her”

“Okay” Derek crossed his arms gravely and started talking. “What was that about something called a selkie?”

When they heard Lydia running in their direction, they had already stated the crucial points of the meeting. The fact that they thought Vanessa was a selkie and it could finally mean the first step towards her defeat. Also, the discussion of the implication of Stiles’ discovery about the human sacrifices.

“Sorry I’m late!” Lydia panted as she combed her red hair with her hands and exhaled heavily once she was right next to them.

“You’re never late…” Stiles observed, taken aback by the sight of a hurried and out of breath Lydia. “So what happened?”

“I was doing a little bit of research” The redhead grinned and stared at Catori in a way that she didn’t like. “And I found something”

“That’s great!” Stiles exclaimed excitedly, so loud that his voice echoed in the street.

“What did you find?” Scott encouraged her, smiling a little at Stiles’ enthusiastic response.

“A specific kind of seer” As those words escaped Lydia’s mouth, all eyes fell on Catori. The girl was gulping in fear and anticipation. “Prophetic dreams, senses and premonitions. Intuitions induced by auras and touch”

“And blackouts?” Stiles turned serious immediately. “Overwhelming feelings of danger?”

By that point Catori was clenching her fists so hard that her nails painfully sank on her palms. Her eyes turned watery in helplessness and unease even if they were directed towards the ground.

“So what is she?” Kira piped up, intrigued and agitated. “What’s Catori?”

The aforesaid winced at the question. It felt like she was some kind of monster, like being something supernatural rid her from her human nature.

“Catori’s a…” Lydia was beaming as she spoke, proud and happy that she was helping and that she managed to figure it out.

“Sybil” The girl finished for her, causing an eerie silence to settle amongst her friends.

“What?!” Stiles’ voice echoed around the streets again.

The boy fidgeted around, making strange noises of confusion as he shook his head in disbelief.

“You knew, Tori?” Scott kindly lay a hand on her arm, but she shrunk away from his touch.

“How long have you known for?” Liam asked her, frowning sadly.

“Not long, just for around a day” Finding it impossible to look directly at them, Catori kept her eyes on the ground as she compulsively bit on her fingernails.

“Why didn’t you tell us?!” Stiles yelled in outrage. “Any of us?!”

“I don’t know!” She finally looked up at him. Only at him. “I guess I needed to accept myself before I told you guys…”

Stiles noticed her glassy eyes and the fact that she nervously bit on her nails. He knew her better than any of those present and was aware of the fact that she felt inhibited and vulnerable.

Two things that she probably hated to be feeling and felt ashamed about. Again, it was more of an internal struggle than a fearful reaction about their opinions on it. She subtly hinted it herself with those last words.

Derek was the first to break the silence, as he realized how awkward the scene was. Especially for Catori.

“Of course, a sybil” The young man nodded to himself. “I heard about them, it makes perfect sense”

“What…” Lydia cleared her throat, feeling extremely guilty about the situation she put her friend in. “What did you guys meet about?”

“The selkie” Malia rushed to tell her, hoping it would help to change the subject. “Vanessa is probably a selkie”

“It’s a marine creature” Scott supported her words. “We don’t know much about it yet, but we’re looking into it”

Catori still held her head low, but the tiniest of smiles crept upon her mouth. She appreciated the effort everyone was making so she wouldn’t feel so mortified and overwhelmed, how they tried to change the subject for her sake.

To show how grateful she was for this, the girl softly leaned her head on Scott’s shoulder. That boy who rescued a lost sleep-walking Catori and first spoke to her back when she had just arrived in the city and knew no one. Her closest male friend in the pack.

Then, she cautiously and subtly brushed her fingers against Stiles’. He noticed, but thought she did it on accident and preferred not to do anything just in case it made her uncomfortable.

But Catori gingerly pulled at his fingers to keep his hand closer to her. Until they worked together in a mutual effort to interweave their fingers.

The girl smiled a little with the always soothing touch of the boy who had become some kind of unofficial boyfriend for her. That special someone who always made it all easier and better in a magical and unexpected way. Even then.

Vanessa tapped her long fingernails against the surface of the table, bored and uninterested.

“Please” Norman was begging her again. “If you finally let me in your pack I’d stop being an omega”

“You’re the alpha of your own pack” Vanessa mocked him with a cruel smirk.

“But we’re a pack of omegas and…”

“I allow you to follow after me like a despicable lost puppy because you’re still useful” The woman glanced at him with her deep and frightening dark eyes. “But you have to prove yourself worthy of belonging into my pack”

“I tried!” The man insisted, not minding that she thought he was pathetic. “I went after the girl and-!”

“That girl was stronger than you” Vanessa didn’t let him finish, making her voice sound loud and threatening. “How is that worthy?”

“Vanessa, I-“

“Should I remind you what I did to the last one that failed me?”

“George?” Norman gulped in fear, shaking his head at the memory of the poor dead boy. “It’s not necessary, I remember”

“Then don’t forget it” The woman emphasized each word through clenched teeth.

“What should I do next then?” He dared to ask, eyeing her carefully.

“You’ve done more than enough” She replied sarcastically, looking at him with the corner of her eye in contempt. “I will handle the rest, for now”

“What’s the plan?”

“We have the triquetra” Vanessa grinned evilly, satisfied with how everything was working out despite everyone’s stupid mistakes. “So…”

“S-sorry, the what?” The man stuttered, being afraid to even ask.

“Chandrika’s symbol, you moron!” Her head angrily turned to him, making her long mane of blueish hair to fly around with it.

“Oh, right…” Norman bowed his head down like a kicked dog.

“With the triquetra and the sacrifices all we need now is a volunteer” The woman eyed him up and down with a shady and enigmatic smirk. “And the full moon”

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