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bittersweetstargazer · 6 months

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okay yeah so I made this off of that one post by @frownyalfred about Clark not understanding that human can sense like danger bc he obviously. isn't. so anyways. there's two of them and they're both short– the 1st one is 600 words and the 2nd one is 400 words because I have other things to do with my life currently and I would probably add more to them and maybe I will in the future but this is the best it's gonna get for now (unbetaed as usual)

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Clark stood next to Bruce as Jon and Damian scurried over to the next house in the neighborhood. He chuckled as Jon tripped and almost fell, catching himself only by using his powers of flight. Damian had grabbed him by the back of his costume like scuffing a cat.

"They look so . . . happy." Clark commented, bumping his, shoulder against Bruce's. Bruce snorted, pointing at his own son.

"Damian looks like he's about to stab Jon. I'd hardly describe that as happy."

"Fortunately, he doesn't have his kryptonite sword."

"Oh, I wouldn't trust that. It looks like his sword is covered in lead. To cover what? The world can only dream."

Clark tensed, trying to look through the (supposedly fake) sword Damian brought as part of his costume, jaw dropping when he couldn't.

"You mean he—!"

"No." Bruce snorted. "He made it out of plastic but covered it in a thin layer of lead to mess with Jon."

"Why is your son making empty threats to mine?"

"Did you really expect anything else from him?"

"Like father, like son, I suppose." They both turned to each other and glared.

"Anyway," Clark huffed, "I think it would be nice if we could just have a nice, calm night of no crime-fighting together, right?"

"And with our children."

"Together. And our children, yes."

Bruce shrugged. "Sure."

Clark's left eye twitched. "Right."

They walked off to go join their children just as Damian started scolding at Jon for messing up their innocent act.

"Imbecile!" Damian hissed. "You said the wrong thing! Did you see how many pieces of candy we got? Five! Do you remember how many we got last year? Seven!"

"I'm sorry! My suit was pinching me and I couldn't focus!"

"It doesn't matter about how uncomfortable you are, you must stick to the script!"

"But I—!"

"Boys." Clark cut in. "You already have plenty of candy. And Damian, you're rich. You can buy more candy anytime."

"It's not about the stupid candy!" Damian scoffs. "Half of these aren't vegan-friendly anyways. It's about how much candy we can exploit from these suckers."

"Damian." Bruce raised an eyebrow and his son fell silent. "Although, I must say, your current strategy is quite succe—"

Bruce tensed, falling silent. It didn't escape Clark's notice when Damian also tensed as well. Hm. His earlier statement didn't seem to extend to just murderous tendencies.

"Bruce?"

Bruce shushed him. "Something's not right."

"Not right?" Clark and Jon shared a look. "Everything seems fine. How do you know? Get a report from O in your earpiece?"

Bruce shook his head, eyes looking around sharply. "Someone's watching us."

Before Clark could even begin to think of a response to that, Bruce jumped forward right as a gunshot rang out, covering Damian.

Jon screamed as Bruce grunted, a blossom of red blooming from his right bicep. Damian scowled, pulling out a sword from a hidden sheath on his body. Jon went white.

"You had that on you the entire time??" He whimpered, backing towards Clark. "Relax, dimwit. It's not made of Kryptonite."

Bruce pulled off his shirt, craning his head to inspect his wound. He hissed as the fabric brushed against the broken skin, spreading the blood further across his arm.

"We should get out of here before our mystery sniper takes another shot. We're easy pickings out here in the open."

He pressed his shirt against his arm, attempting to stifle the blood flow. Clark picked him up and tried not to brush against his gunshot wound as Bruce struggled to get back down.

"My arm is injured, not my legs."

"I still don't want to risk any side effects you might get from blood loss. I know you have a high pain tolerance but transportation would be much easier this way. Also, the faster we can get you to Alfred, the better."

Bruce sighed as he settled back into Clark's arms, lip curling as he was lifted into the air. He heard Damian start to curse in another language as Jon attempted to lift him as well.

"Language." Bruce muttered, head sliding down to meet Clark's chest. Clark simply chuckled and flew down the familiar path to Wayne Manor.

Bruce grit his teeth as Clark landed on his balcony, the familiar feeling of his neck hairs rising washing over him once more. He tried to focus back on his book, but he found it difficult with his body desperately trying to warn him about a nearby threat, which happened to not be a threat at all.

"Hey B!" Clark greeted, his smile unnaturally bright, like the sun on the earth, like warmth on a cold day. It made him shiver.

"Hello, Clark." Bruce replied simply. It was always hard to grit out more than a few words in his presence, as he constantly felt like he should turn tail and run. It was one of the reasons why he chooses to communicate with grunts rather than speaking.

Clark walked inside, plopping himself on Bruce's bed. "Busy today? There's a game tonight and Gotham is playing against Metropolis. I got some tickets, if you'd like to come? I've already asked Lois, but she's too busy following her newest Lex scoop."

"Which is?"

"She's convinced that Luthor's been ordering sex toys filled with Kryptonite as a way to avoid detection. After he was caught last press conference, he tried to play it off as a new product they were planning on branching out to, but everyone knows that—"

"That Luthor's bald head is probably the last thing you'd want to get off to? Yeah, I figured."

"Yeah. Anyways, I'm pretty sure that one she finds what she's looking for she's gonna get one for me as a 'souvenir'. God, I hope she doesn't. That would be awkward to explain."

"Mhm." Bruce hummed, placing his book face-down on the table, unable to even continue the farce of reading it.

"So, about that game? I'll pay for everything if I have to." Clark waved the tickets in front of him, trying to tempt Bruce into accepting.

"Clark, you are aware that I'm a billionaire."

"Yeah, I know." Clark huffed. "Can't I just do something nice for my friend every once in a while?"

Bruce shook his head fondly, reaching over to grab his ticket from Clark's hand, trying to ignore the spike of fear he felt while getting closer.

"B, you good?" Clark frowned at him. "I heard your heart skip a beat or two."

"Fine." Bruce waved him off. "Let's talk about the game. I can't let you sit there thinking your team is going to win while I know very well the Knights are."

"Hey!"

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mochinek0 · 5 months

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Daminette December 2023: 3-Manga

"You should take her to that café on Fifth Ave." Jon declared, "She loves sweets and they serve a variety of tea there. It's perfect!"

"Marinette, remember to be courteous of his diet." Kagami spoke, "Don't go anywhere there are few options."

"I think Damian is picking the place this time so that won't be a problem." Marinette replied.

"Is that seriously what you're wearing?" Jon shouted.

"What is wrong with my outfit?" Damian questioned.

"Oh, nothing." Jon snarled, "It's just your usual suit. It's a date, Damian! You're not going to a gala; dress down, like if we were going somewhere."

Damian rolled his eyes and walked back into his closet.

"I have the perfect outfit for you!" Adrien shouted, pulling out the viral strawberry dress, "It's perfect!"

"Adrien, I really don't think-" Mari began to refuse.

"It's spring. You look great in pink and as a designer can you really refuse?" he countered.

Marinette sighed and grabbed the dress.

"Make sure you wear your red bow heels." he shouted.

"What?" Marinette yelled, "No way!"

"Are you going to wear your converse and clash." Adrien smirked.

Mari growled and went back into her room.

"Hurry up!" he called back, "I'm doing your hair and make up, too."

Marinette couldn't help but feel utterly ridiculous right now.

'How did I let Adrien talk me into dressing up like this? I feel so stupid right now!'

Marinette smiled, embarrassed, as she waved to Damian.

'Jon, I'm going to kill you.'

Damian took in Marinette's appearance and felt completely underdressed. She was wearing a short pink dress with flowing sleeves with strawberries and Jon had convinced him to come in jeans! Marinette was wearing heels; she never wear heels! Damian was already thinking which piece of kryptonite he was going to use to kill his best friend with.

Marinette looked around the tiny café. It was definetely something new. They had never eaten there before. She could see stands her family used for cupcakes, but these had.....sandwiches?

Damian gulped as she looked around. She seemed excited.

'Maybe Jon was right; I'll just maim him.'

'I never thought Damian would like these kind of things. This place reminds me of the galas he always complains about. He told me he hated finger food so why are we here? Did I say something to make him think I would like this? Is this because I told him I want jalapenos on the veggie pizza last time?'

"I apologize for being underdressed, Marinette." Damian spoke.

"Are you kidding?" Marinette questioned, "I feel overdressed. Adrien suggested this outfit."

"Jon suggested mine." he admitted.

Marinete giggled, "What else did Jon suggest?"

"Coming here." Damian admitted.

"Seriously?" Marinette asked, "How about we split a veggie pizza? I'm buying."

Damian stood up quickly and rushed to pay. Marinette just giggled at his urgency.

'I knew he didn't like this place.'

"So, did Agreste suggest the hair, too?" he questioned, looking at her hair in space buns.

"Yeah." Mari spoke, " He insisted. He said something about wanting to style my hair like this for awhile and how he needed it to be long enough."

"That I don't mind." Damian stated, "Although, I'm sure you are eager to get out of those heels."

As Damian drove them over to her apartment, Marinette texted Adrien and Kagami. She lied and said the date had been a disaster and she was at home. The moment they arrived, Damian texted Jon saying there had been an accident at the café and he desperately needed a change of clothes. He told him they had gone to her place as it was closer to the café.

Damian quickly hid in her room and Marinette sat on the couch facing the door. She buried her face in her hands as she heard footsteps pounding the hallways like a stampede. Her front door was thrown open.

"What happened?" Adrien shouted.

"I have my blade!" Kagami cried, holding it up in the air.

Almost instantly, Jon barreled into them shouting, "I have clothes!"

"Ow." Adrien winced, "Jon?"

"Who is he?" the fencer demanded.

They turned to Marinette for answers, only to see her glaring at them. They hadn't even heard her get up from the couch.

"Sit down; now!" she demanded.

Jon had never seen Marinette pissed off, but Adrien had.

'Not good!'

Adrien quickly grabbed Kagami's arm and pulled her to sit down where Mari had been. Jon wasn't sure what was going on, but he rushed to sit next to the others.

"You can come out now." Mari called out and Damian walked out.

"Hey!" Jon whined, "You said-"

Damian grabbed the clothes out of his friends arms and went back to his girlfriend's room.

"All three of you made this date a disaster." Marinette claimed.

"But-"

"We didn't know where we were going so we were dressed horribly." Marinette stated, "As a fashion designer that is a huge no in my books. While I don't mind Damian dressed casual, it would be fine if we were going to the mall, the movies, or a shopping date. I'm wearing a $200 dress that you insisted I wear."

"But you look so cute!" Adrien defended himself.

"I'm in heels, Adrien!" Mari shouted back.

Kagami even looked at him, like he lost his mind.

"You had us go to a tea shop." she spoke, pointing to Jon.

"Damian likes tea and you like sweets." Jon shrugged. Kagami sighed, "She grew up in a bakery. She bakes all the time. Marinette probably has five different types of bread or sweets in her kitchen, right now."

"While it's great you thought of both of us, they have specials on certain days. They were serving roast beef sandwiches today." Marinette explained.

"Oh." Jon whispered, sinking lower into his seat, praying that Batcow would forgive him.

Damian walked out of the room and took Marinette's spot as she walked into her room.

"Where did you get these ideas?" Damian demanded.

"Manga." they all answered.

Marinette walked out of her room in a new change of clothes. She kept her hair down, but was red crop top and black short. She had even traded in red heels for some white converse high tops.

"So?" Mari questioned.

"Manga." Damian answered.

Marinette facepalmed, "Swap mangas or something, but next time you want to give advice, make sure everyone has read it. Also, make sure you all agree with it."

Kagami pouted, "So, I don't need my blade, right now."

"No, Kagami." Mari responded.

"Fine." the fencer replied, sheathing it away.

"I'm sorry, Mari." Adrien spoke first.

"I'm sorry, Damian." Jon declared, " I was only trying to help."

"As was I." Kagami stated.

Mari smiled and grabbed Damian's hand, " Alright, well, now that that is over with; let's go."

"Where are you going?" Kagami questioned.

"We're gonna go on a pizza date." Marinette answered.

Damian spoke, "We are picking it up and then heading to my place to watch movies."

"It sounds boring." Huffs Adrien.

Mari stuck out her tongue at him and turned back to her boyfriend, "It sounds perfect."

The trio of friends pouted as all their hard work went to waste.

'Weirdos.'

As the couple walked out of Marinette's apartment, the three new friends began to go over what manga they had fixated on for the date and others they had read.

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theworldofotps · 5 months

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Bet On It

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Counter: 2,047 Description: Tyler keeps trying to get you to talk with him.

Part 2 of Lost Bets

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“Y/n your phone is ringing again.”

Lifting your head from where it was resting against the beach chair you picked it up glancing at the lit-up screen. A shot of pain went through your heart once more seeing Tyler’s name on the screen.

“Tyler again?” Your best friend Renee asked as you nodded silently ignoring the call and placing the phone back down readjusting the sunglasses on your head. “Why don’t you just talk to him, hear what he wants to say and then be done with everything who knows maybe you’ll feel better.”

“I don’t know Ree it’s been hard enough avoiding him these last few weeks; I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

“That’s understandable babes but at least figure out what you’re going to do especially with MJF asking you out for drinks more than once in the last week.”

“Uhg don’t remind me I’m thankful he told me, but I just don’t want to go out or spend any time with him, ya know what I mean?”

“Maybe he has a thing for you I mean you’re a total hottie so I could see it.” “Maxwell is not my type and I just hope he realizes that.”

Renee smiles winking at you as she leans back in her chair grabbing your phone when it rings again then shuts it off.

“Figure it out babes.” Staying quiet you settled back into your seat thinking maybe she was right maybe you should finally talk to Tyler just so you could get closure. The rest of the afternoon your mind plays back everything over the last couple of weeks. When you walked out on Tyler you didn’t know where to go but thankfully Renee was there to help you pick up the pieces. Tony was willing to give you a little time off work using an injury from a backstage jumping to explain your absence. The first few days were spent just crying in Renee and Jon’s guest room trying to get the pain to ease even a little. Your dreams tortured you at night with images of him, more than once you woke up feeling like he was right there with you. His arm heavy across your waist the faint scent of him on the t-shirt you couldn’t bear to give back. As more time passed it got a little easier at least with doing everyday activities, Tyler had blown up your phone every chance he could, but you ignored the messages. Now you were seriously considering talking to him just so your heart could have the closure you needed. Maybe then it wouldn’t take so long for your heart to heal. Returning back to your hotel room you stood outside the shower waiting for the water to heat up staring at the text box. ‘Okay y/n you can do this just send the message and be done with it.’

Typing quickly before you chickened out you had the message ready, it was straight to the point.

‘Tyler I’m reaching out to let you know I’m willing to talk. I’ll meet you at the arena an hour before show time. I expect the truth.’

Pressing send after staring at it for another few minutes you finally place the phone down and get a shower. Despite not having a match or being on tv tonight you were going to be backstage to hang out with Renee and watch Jon’s match. Stepping out you made yourself dry off and get dressed before daring to look at your phone, you hated that he still had the power to make your heart skip a beat seeing his name. Ignoring all the other messages from him you looked at the most recent.

‘Okay I’ll be there.’

Grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder you head down to your rental car. Part of you was scared to hear what he had to say. Didn’t want to hear anymore about how you were a bet and everything you had envisioned for your relationship was nothing more than one sided. The thought you shared your deepest secrets with him all your hopes, dreams. Knowing inside that it wasn’t real or at least that his feelings weren’t in the same place as yours; left a sour taste in your mouth that wouldn’t leave.

Pulling into the parking lot of the arena you lock your rental and head inside, you knew he’d already be in the catering area. You’d always meet in catering when one of you rode with a friend or had some other business to handle first. Sending a text to Renee letting her know what was going on and why you weren’t in Jon’s locker room. Place your phone on silent before making your way down the hall. You could already hear some voices and slowly stepped inside, almost immediately your eyes landed on Tyler. His head lifting just as quickly almost as if he could sense you were there. Motioning for him to follow you stepped back out not bothering to wait to see if he got up. Slowly going down the other hall you could hear his feet following you, neither of you speaking as you turned this way and that to find a private space.

Coming to an empty and partly lit hallway you stopped taking a moment to compose yourself before turning to look at him. The sight caused your heart to ache, Tyler’s eyes had dark circles underneath them from apparent lack of sleep and his hair was messier than usual. He looked as bad as she had been feeling lately.

“I’m going to be honest I wasn’t expecting you to answer any of my texts.” His voice filled the silence, and you could hear the exhaustion evident in the way he spoke.

“I wasn’t going to, but you wouldn’t stop blowing my phone up and I just.. Realized that I really need the closure. So go ahead say whatever.”

“Look.” Tyler rubbed a hand over his face and leaned against the wall looking at the floor.

“I don’t know what all MJF told you or whatever and yes, I know it was him because the fucker texted me about it. Our relationship was real, I meant everything I have ever told you it’s not what you’re thinking.”

“Tyler, I’m not an idiot so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t treat me like one, I heard the recordings of you talking with Ethan. ‘Are you sure you’re going to be able to keep it up much longer? Of course, I can she’s completely clueless of everything. She trusts me more than anyone, she’s even told me herself.’ That doesn’t sound like it wasn’t still a bet when we were dating.”

You repeated the messages that swam through your head on the daily since you left him. It hurt you hearing that and feeling like you weren’t of importance to him when he meant the world and more to you.

“Okay the truth the whole truth, when I first came up to you it was only because of a bet with Ethan. If I could get you to talk with me, he’d get a few of the things I had my eye on but didn’t want to use the money because I couldn’t justify it.”

You listened and watched as he fidgeted and shifted on his feet his nerves trying to get the better of him.

“However, as we talked more and eventually got together the bet wasn’t even on my mind anymore. I told Ethan it was dropped and no longer important when we started getting closer. He didn’t even get me the items I was looking at because I was having such a good time with you. I know I hurt you and I’m sorry.”

Tyler turned to finally look at you as he stepped closer, his hands hanging at his sides.

“I love you y/n I know it may not seem like that but I swear to you our relationship was real and I meant everything I have ever told you.

“You should have been honest with me from the beginning I’m a human not some game you can play while you’re bored. Even if we hadn’t got together even if we just stayed friends that’s not how you begin any type of relationship. I have feelings and emotions hearing those voice notes hurt me so badly finding out that you only came up to me because of a stupid bet. It makes me feel like all this time was nothing but a waste.”

You whispered the last part feeling the emotions of the last few weeks building up inside, no tears would fall given that you’d cried so much lately. Tyler couldn’t stand seeing the look on your face, the pain and hurt was evident. The fact he had made you feel this way hit him with such a wave of guilt.

“I know baby and I’m so sorry I don’t know what else to say apart from I’m an idiot and I never meant for you to get hurt. I didn’t think you’d ever find out about it, not that it’s an excuse for what I did to you. I know I shouldn’t ask but do you think it’s possible we can work through this? Even if we need take it slow.”

Looking at Tyler you thought for a few minutes, leaving him in agonizing silence while he waited for you to answer.

“Maybe, I need to wrap my head around this all but I’m not saying no. First thing you can do is come with me to see Maxwell.” Turning you made your way back towards catering with Tyler walking behind you a small flicker of hope in his heart. The two of you searched everywhere before finally finding MJF in a backstage interview, when he spotted you, a smirk crossed his face. Which quickly turned to a frown when he spotted Tyler beside you. Waiting until he was finished you watched as he made everyone leave the area and turn back towards you.

“Well, what an unpleasant surprise I did not expect to see the two of you around each other ever again. So, is this why you’ve rejected all my offers for drinks? You’ve accepted his apology.” “What’s going on between myself and Tyler is private. I appreciate you telling me about everything but even if I hadn’t spoken to Tyler today, I’m just not interested in you that way. I’d rather just be coworkers.”

“Wait you’ve been asking her out?” Tyler looked at you before glaring at MJF who shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I have been so what.” “Those conversations you recorded were from months ago when we first began talking, it wasn’t until Y/n and I started having a few issues that you decided to tell her everything. You’ve been trying to get her to break up with me just so you could try and weasel your way in.” “Anyone with taste would know I’m a far better choice over any other man in this damn company if she’s too stupid to understand that well it’s her loss.” Before either of you could react, Tyler’s fist swung out connecting with the other man’s jaw the few people that were lingering outside the door quickly rushed in. Separating the two of them you grabbed Tyler’s arm and tugged him away from where MJF was sitting on the floor holding his mouth and wiping the blood off his bottom lip. “Tyler please don’t.” Looking at you he huffed and led you away with a gentle nudge on your lower back ignoring the shouting from Maxwell. Together the two of you walked towards Jon’s locker room and stopped outside the door, Tyler taking your hand in his lightly. “I don’t know what’s going to happen between us, but I want you to know I’ll do whatever I can to prove myself to you again. I love you y/n and that’s not going to stop.” He whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead than turned and walked away, he didn’t want you to say anything else right now he was going to let you have your time. He was determined to win you back and you could bet on that.

#hook fanfiction #hook aew #hook x reader #aew hook #tyler senerchia

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atopvisenyashill · 9 months

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the chapter i’m on - asos sansa ii - is interesting bc it’s cited as an instance of sansa being cruel, classist, a bully, whatever, in her thoughts of arya but that is such a surface level reading it’s maddening to think people look at it that way.

sansa isn’t thinking “i’d much rather have margaery as a sister” she’s thinking around how much she grieves for arya, and her own guilty feelings over not seeing through joffrey quick enough. it’s really clear:

“how can i let my sister marry joffrey” she thinks as she’s crying, just seconds after thinking about arya and attempting to distance herself from hurtful memories. she’s not just scared for margaery, she is thinking of arya in margaery’s place. she is thinking of how joffrey hurt arya and how sansa had stood there and yelled at arya, not joffrey (which i don’t think is a failing of hers; a drunk 11 year old reacting badly to a wildly stressful situation is not a moral failing). she’s thinking about how she can’t stand there and do nothing again when she can save margaery the way she couldn’t save arya and all she has to do is speak up.

she’s just not saying it directly because she deals with stress by repressing her memories. she thinks around a stressful subject instead of naming it in her mind. thinking of arya and the possibility that she’s dead and the last time they spoke they were fighting, all of that is too painful, so instead she focuses on wanting to protect margaery.

then, with arya on her mind, she finally lets herself acknowledge some of her pain while she’s alone:

“sometimes there was even a girl who looked like arya” is the point of this chapter! she has sons to please willas but the little girl she imagines with him belongs to sansa and sansa alone. and in her dreams, that girl looks like the sister she’s lost. in her dreams, her entire family is reunited. in her dreams, she realized joffrey was a monster earlier and she saves arya and lady and nymeria from him and she gets to be the brave, noble lady of her songs.

the crazy thing is that this has happened before and people understood it then: ned does this constantly.

the most obvious one comes early and you can see clearly he does the exact same thing of thinking around who his thoughts have really strayed to:

“you can’t get your hands on this one, can you?” he is clearly thinking about jon. he is testing to see if robert has changed any over the years, if maybe jon isn’t in that much danger and ned had just discredited robert’s heart too much over the years. only for robert to rage about dany, justify the butchering of elia & her babies, and confirm all of ned’s worst fears are still true. jon will never be safe in westeros if his identity were to be known and ned made the right decision to lie all these years. it’s such an important scene in establishing ned’s character and the show does an equally good job of implying what ned is really thinking.

Beyond being an excellent masterclass in acting during this scene, it comes immediately after Ned has said goodbye to Jon and promised they’d speak of his mother when they reunite. There’s a clear link that we’re meant to make between the scene before and this one despite Ned steadfastedly refusing to think Lyanna or Jon’s names. It’s the same with Arya; we’re meant to link Sansa’s sudden terror for Margaery with her feelings for Arya.

With both Ned and Sansa, a lot of their true thoughts are in what they don’t think and not what they tell you they’re thinking. They lie to themselves and they lie to you and the “trap” is to recognize this and piece together how they really feel.

#valyrianscrolls #rani liveblogs asoiaf #sansa stark #ned stark #fathers and daughters #sisters #sansa x arya #getting on my soap box #the sun and moon in endless chase

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bellysoupset · 4 months

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Harmless

The vertigo Jon + caretaker Luke fic.

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"I can take you!" Angelina was nearly vibrating out of her skin, bouncing up and down as she waited for Leo's response, meanwhile the blonde looked like a gazelle who had just been seen a lion watching him.

Jonah snorted at his boyfriend's spooked stare and nodded in reassurance, "that's a great idea, Angie," then, when Leo looked at him alarmed, he continued, "why don't you guys take Bella too? She's not been to DC either."

Leo's shoulder dropped in relief that he wouldn't be all by himself with Angie and the teenager didn't seem to notice, all the more excited as she jumped to look at Jonah.

"Bella-Luke's wife?" she questioned, excited, "you think she'd come? I'm dying to meet her."

"I think she'd appreciate any chance to get out of the house," Jonah said, biting his lip not to laugh at the string of texts Bell had sent in their group chat without Luke the day before. Something about the mansion being haunted.

"Perfect," Angie grinned from ear to ear, "let me just get my coat."

Then she turned around and ran further in the house.

Leo let out a whistle, glaring at Jon, "you're going to leave me all alone with her?"

"She's harmless as a butterfly," Jonah rolled his eyes, lying back on the couch, "and I'm a terrible tourism guide. You'd be annoyed in two minutes."

"I'm annoyed right now," Leo pouted, "what if she hates me...?"

"She clearly doesn't," Jonah smiled at him, "relax. Teenagers love you, charming, just flash one of your dimply smiles at her and she'll melt."

Leo's face turned red and he crossed his arms, looking away and trying not to smile, "not funny... Are you sure you don't wanna come along?"

"No, I'm going to try and have a conversation with Jasper. Wish me luck?"

"Alright I got it!" Angie squealed, rushing back, wrapped in a puffy white jacket, "let's go!"

"Okay," Leo smiled at her, but then whisked the rental car keys from her hands, "but I drive."

Jonah rolled his eyes fondly at them, waving goodbye as his sister nodded and skipped ahead, nearly exploding with happiness, and then pressing a kiss on Leo's lips, "have fun."

"Good luck," Leo sighed, pressing his forehead against his, "if I don't come back in three hours, your sister killed me."

"She couldn't harm a fly," Jonah chuckled, pushing him back.

Jonah gulped down nervously once the car drove away and he was left alone with his father. He couldn't remember the last time this had happened.

Jasper was in the kitchen, happily munching on some fruit and reading a newspaper. He looked up once Jon walked in and smiled, "hey kiddo."

Jonah wrung his hands together, before reaching for a piece of apple plated in front of his father. He hated that he was nervous, about nothing in specific.

"Hi," he chewed on it, "what are you reading?"

"Social column," Jasper smiled, "so many botched faces, you wouldn't believe. I'm thinking I should send a breakfast basket to Mr. Lawrence," he planted his finger on top of some guy's face, that Jonah could see had a terrible lip job, "don't you think?"

Jonah snorted, nodding along, "he'd appreciate it, for sure..." he stared off at the plate, "uhm, I got into the residency program."

"That's great!" Jasper clasped his shoulder, shaking it lightly, "what for? Plastic surgery like your pops?"

"Cardiology," Jonah shook his head and felt weirdly dizzy as Jasper only patted his arm in a half hearted hug.

"Difficult," he said, sounding impressed, "but you could've gotten in anything you put your mind to."

It felt like he couldn't breathe. Jonah pulled back, staring at his father's face. This was already the longest conversation they had had since Veronica Atwood passed. Maybe the only conversation Jonah had ever heard such a compliment.

He squinted at his father, "thanks..." then looked around the room, "haven't seen Camila in a while, is she not spending the holidays with us?"

Jasper frowned, then let out a little surprised chuckle, "Jonah, we've been divorced for three years now."

"Oh..." he couldn't help but blush, mentally cursing himself. They had been spending all the time with his sister since arriving and the girl hadn't thought of mentioning her parents had divorced? Instead, Angie had been blabbing about her college applications and all but interrogating Jon and Leo, "I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Jasper shrugged, finishing up the last piece of fruit, "she's back in France, I believe. I wouldn't know, you'd have to ask Angie."

"Angie... She's got the guard?" Jonah thought nervously of his own childhood and how Jasper had gotten to be his legal guardian, promptly relegating him to being a background character in his own home.

He felt a squeeze in his chest at the idea Angelina was going through that.

"No, we split it down the middle," Jasper said, "Angie can come and go as she pleases. She was supposed to spend the holidays with her mother this year, but changed her mind once she learned you were coming."

Jonah's mouth felt weirdly dry and whatever he wanted to reply to this, got stuck in his throat, as his father shrugged as if it was nothing and closed the newspaper, "anyway, gotta go. Good chat kiddo," and quickly moved away.

He was already out of the room when Jon heard him exclaim, "Oh Luke! He's in the kitchen!" and then the front door closing.

Lucas leaned against the doorway, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket and frowned, "you alright, man?"

"Yeah..." Jonah cleared his throat, trying to get himself together, "yeah, I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

"Well, Leo just kidnapped Bell out of my house, so I thought I'd swing by. Keep you company."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "Kit is being that insufferable?"

Luke blushed, shrugging, "what do you think we play a set?"

The basement level of the house had a private, covered tennis court. Jon hadn't been there in forever, but he immediately grinned as he saw the markings on the white board, Angie's curly handwriting saying she had won the previous three games.

"Did you know Camila and Jasper divorced?" he asked, lightly tapping over Angie's handwriting, while Luke stripped down his jacket and started stretching.

The other man blushed, looking away and Jonah squinted at him, "you knew? How the fuck did you-"

"I follow Angie on instagram," Lucas said, calmly, "we text sometimes."

Jonah glared at the back of his head as Luke walked across the court in order to retrieve a tennis ball and a couple of racquets. He was so incredibly jealous and angry at himself for never reaching out.

They played the first set uninterrupted, Jonah channeling all his negative feelings into chasing and hitting the ball. Halfway through Luke paused, face red and sweat running down his temples, hands on his knees, "christ, Jon, I thought it was going to be an amiable game...." he groaned, squinting at him over the net.

Jonah scoffed, "get up!"

He saw the minute he fucked up, sending the tennis ball under Luke's arm and into a blind spot, scoring another point. Lucas rolled his neck, the competitiveness jumping out immediately.

"Fine," he scoffed, switching hands with the racquet, "not an amiable game."

Usually, he was better at tennis than Luke. Usually. But now Lucas was annoyed and Jonah was still floored at the revelation he was so far behind in his little sister's life, that Luke knew more about her than he did.

Easy like that it all started to catch up with him, the string of bad luck they've had, Leo's overdose and the appendicitis, the fight with Wendy that he had never quite managed to apologize properly for, not reaching out for his sister and not knowing her at all, all the stress surrounding graduation and the residency-

He never did see the tennis ball that hit him.

Jonah fell flat on his back and then he heard Luke shouting and rushing to him, but there were a bunch of black dots in front of his eyes and once his friend did come into sight, there were three blurry versions of him.

"Shit! Jonah?! Jonah, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Luke was saying frantically, grabbing Jon by his arms and forcing him to sit up, all rough and desperate.

Jonah let out a groan at the sudden movement, the floor seeming to come awfully close to his face, but Lucas stopped him from folding in the middle and meeting the ground again.

"Fuck, did I concuss you?" Luke fretted about, running his fingers through Jon's hair, no doubt messing it all up, in search of a bruise.

"No," Jonah groaned, gulping as his stomach rolled inside of him, the word continuing to twirl about, "no, it hit me in the shoulder..." he tugged on his sweat drenched long sleeved shirt in order to show Luke the bruise.

The other man let out a whine at the ugly red mark, already swollen, "Aw, Jon, I'm really so sorry... Here, let me get you up-"

"Don't!" Jonah exclaimed, as Luke grabbed his elbow and tried to hoist him onto his feet. Just the mere shout had his head swimming and cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Lucas touched his back, saying in the smallest of voices, "Jon...?"

"I'm...m'dizzy" Jonah groaned, squeezing his thighs, nails digging in as he pushed back the sudden nausea and tried to hold on to his breakfast, while the world continued to tilt from one side to the other, "Luke, I don't feel good..."

He was aware he sounded pathetic and that he was a grown adult and shouldn't be clinging to his friend' shirt like that. Nonetheless, he was.

Lucas moved so Jonah's back pressed against his chest, planting a hand on his forehead and pressing Jon's head to his sternum, "you're definitely concussed, Jon..."

"Nnngh," Jonah groaned, swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth, "no, dizzy... Vertigo."

"Vertigo?" Luke's voice sounded like it was coming from underwater, even though Jon knew it was right next to his ear. He heard a string more of words and then felt the ground vanish under him and his stomach lurched, the horrible taste of coffee flooding his mouth.

He let out a groan, trying to warn Luke he was going to be sick, but there wasn't much he could do. His stomach flipped once more and Jonah let out a whimper as vomit shot out of his mouth, stinging his nose on the way out.

He groaned, trying to grab at anything in order to stay standing... Was he standing?

"Jon, what- What do I do?!" Lucas asked, his voice wavering and Jonah had no idea what to answer him. He tried to formulate a sentence, but all that came out was a string of gibberish, punctuated by moans.

"Jonah, please, please," Luke's voice drifted back in a while later, as the black dots dissipated enough that Jon could see the other man leaning over him, Luke's face so close their noses were almost touching, his eyes wide as plates.

"Get'ffme," Jonah groaned, "can't breathe..."

Lucas scrambled back, sounding relieved as he said, "oh thank fuck, you're awake... Jonah, is this an episode? What do I do? I've never-"

Jonah missed his boyfriend, who was so used to the episodes he no longer panicked. He missed Wendy, who always knew what to do, ready to jump into action. Hell, he'd take Vince instead of Luke.

He forced out a breath, trying to collect himself and quell down the urge to curl up and sob pathetically. Jonah forced his eyes up, "need...To lie down," he slurred, squeezing Luke's bicep as tight as he could, "meds."

"You have meds for this?" Luke sounded relieved enough he could cry, "okay, uhm- I'm going to move you, alright?"

Jon would've nodded if he didn't think that would cause him to hurl all over his own damn lap. He felt Luke raising his arm, wrapping it around his neck and then squeezing Jon's waist, hoisting him up.

Although he wasn't sure which way was up or down, Jon's body felt the movement. The world all but vanished in a grey blur and his stomach soured again, causing him to gag and splutter for air.

He hated the disgusting taste in his mouth and the fact he had no idea of how to even aim, his neck suddenly useless, head lolling like a baby's.

Jonah let out a groan as there was a shift in the temperature and he felt his shirt glue to his back, causing him to shudder. His knees buckled and he heard Luke say something, stopping him shortly from collapsing down.

"Fuck..." Jonah groaned, gulping nervously, "Luke..."

"I got you, I got you, you're alright," Lucas chanted, not sounding even the least bit reassuring. Jonah clutched at him nonetheless, almost whimpering as the world continued to sway from side to side.

Jonah let out a little sick belch, falling on his ass and wrapping an arm around his stomach. It felt like he was in the worst rollercoaster ever.

He could feel Lucas rubbing his back and it really wasn't helping. Jonah dared to open his eyes, quickly closing them as he realized he had gotten sick all over his shoes.

They were sitting in the stairs that led to the indoor tennis court, two floors away from his own bedroom. Jonah groaned, bringing a clumsy hand to his mouth and muffling a gag, "my shoes..."

"I'll take them off in a second," Luke said, squeezing his shoulder, "would it be easier if I carried you...?"

"No," Jonah scoffed, his cheeks burning. This was so humiliating, he didn't need Lucas to carry him, "you'd just cause us both to fall."

"I'd not," Lucas answered, sounding offended and Jonah swallowed the nausea back again, squeezing his arm.

"Yes, you would. Help me up, I'm good."

He was far from "good", but there was really no other choice. He couldn't wrap his mind around Luke carrying him when he was still this conscious and he couldn't sit there for Angie and Leo to find him as the wettest, most pathetic creature.

The track to his old room was slow, with them having to stop every couple of minutes for Jonah to fight a gagging fit and steady himself, Lucas arm around his waist the only thing stopping him from falling backwards on the stairs, flat on his back.

Once they finally made it inside, Jonah was drenched in cold sweat and shivering violently. He felt gross, not just horrible from the vertigo and his wounded pride, but all over disgusting, stomach still flipping.

He opened his eyes as he felt Lucas touching his ankle and Jon let out a nauseated groan as he saw Luke undo his sick covered shoelaces and pull off his shoes.

The other man shrugged, "you need to learn how to chew," he said and Jonah let out a stunned, surprised chuckle, before groaning in even more disgust as he noticed a huge wet spot on the front of Lucas' baby blue sweater, with bits and pieces of fruit still stuck to the bottom.

"Oh fuck... Your- URghurp-" he cupped his mouth quickly, muffling a burp that turned into a gag and gulping down, "your sweater, I'm sorry..."

"It's just puke," Lucas shrugged, getting up from the crouched down position and stripping the sweater off, balling it up in one hand and grabbing Jonah's ruined sneakers, "I'm going to be right back, you're alright?"

"As long as I don't move," Jonah mumbled, staring at a spot on the wall. He wanted to lie down, but he knew that if he even tried to fall back, his stomach was going to jump to his throat in no time or he'd pass out.

He heard Luke moving around inside the suite's bathroom and then he came back out, still shirtless and holding a waste basket in one hand, the hand towel folded in two and slightly humid.

"Alright, I got you..." Lucas moved closer, going to wipe his face and Jonah scoffed, snatching the towel away from him.

"I'm not an invalid, I'm just dizzy..." he groaned, wiping his mouth and chin, then promptly muffling a cough when the movement triggered his gag reflex.

He could feel, more than see, Luke roll his eyes. The other man sighed, planting the waste basket on Jonah's lap, "dude, just get it up already..."

"Don't- Don't tell me wh-" he never finished that sentence, as his stomach clenched again and watery vomit fell into the bin. Jonah let out a whimper at the sore sensation in his abdomen, the burning in his throat, "I'm done, I'm- urgh, I'm done," he mumbled, trying to convince himself.

He was wrung dry.

Luke let out a sympathetic noise, like a wounded puppy and batted Jonah's hands away when he tried to take the basket from him, "just let me fucking help you."

"I'm fine," Jonah said, his voice all raspy, "I just need to stay still..."

"You keep saying that, but that's not really working," Luke scoffed, lowering the basket and wrinkling his nose to Jonah's sweat drenched shirt, "you need a clean shirt."

"I just wanna lie down..."

"In a second," the other man said brightly, jumping from the bed, happy to have found more things he could be useful at. Jonah squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the bed moving under him, his head disconnected from his body.

"Luke..."

"Just give me a minute, you want fluffy and comfy or sleek and fresh?"

"No, Luke," Jonah stressed, squeezing the comforter, as the bed seemed to be tipping backwards, "I think I'm gonna pass out."

"What- JON!" Luke exclaimed across the room and then his hands were on Jonah's cheeks and he was sinking against something fluffy and going down, down, down...

Jonah woke up with the sensation someone was touching him. He let out a grunt, scrunching up his face and trying to push the intruder away, only to hear Lucas say "sorry, I didn't mean to wake you-"

Jon forced his eyes open, but didn't move otherwise, terrified the twirling was going to come back. Lucas was standing in front of him, crouching down next to the bed, looking like a terrified teenager, his green eyes huge in his face.

He was a little fuzzy around the edges, as if Jonah was seeing him through glasses he didn't need. Jon attempted to move his hand to push Lucas' face away from his own, only to realize he couldn't move.

"What... Did you trap me?"

Lucas let out a scoff, pulling back, "no, I tucked you in. You were shivering like crazy."

"Ah," Jonah said, his cheeks burning. He wiggled slightly on the bed, feeling the soft texture of the blankets wrapped around him. Luke was still watching him intently, so Jon let out a sigh.

"I'm fine," he said, "really, I just need to take my meds and I'm going to be fine. There's nothing to do now but wait."

"Where do you keep your meds?" Lucas jumped to his feet, eager to help. Once Jonah told him where, he moved across the room to get it, saying with his back turned, "are the vertigo episodes always this bad?"

"Yes," Jonah opted for saying, instead of the much more truthful answer that would be: more often than not they're worse, "they're not that frequent though. Doc told me to avoid fatigue, sleep deprivation, altitude changes and stress. As if."

Lucas was pouting as he retrieved the little flask of pills and walked back to Jon's side, "so what was it this time? It can't have been the flight, you've been here for nearly thirty hours now."

Jonah looked away, accepting the two little pills Luke planted on his hand and swallowing them with the smallest gulp of water he could afford. His mouth tasted like something had died inside of it.

"Jon?"

"Just stress," he shrugged, "it's just..." he gestured widely, as if to say everything.

Lucas was frowning at him, "it's just what?" he pressed on, which made Jonah look up and glare at him. He wasn't that dumb, it shouldn't be hard to put two and two together.

"I'm back home for the holidays after five years," he said, calmly, hoping it was enough of an answer Luke would leave him alone, but instead the other man continued looking at him, scrutinizing him.

"And... And I don't know anything about my little sister. You know her better than I do," Jonah didn't bother hiding the jealousy in his voice, "and these past few months... They were a lot."

Luke raised on eyebrow, as if to say tell me about it, and Jonah's shoulders dropped at the unspoken camaraderie, "everything that went down with Bell, then Leo getting appendicitis right after and frightening the shit out of me... And then last month I came home and he had essentially overdosed on his meds and I'm so worried, and then this all snowballed- The fact I didn't get to properly apologize to Wendy and the residency roll out- and-"

Lucas squeezed his hand, "Jon," he said strongly, stopping the other man's panicked rambling, "Jon, it's over now."

"It's not, though. You're acting weird as fuck and so is Vince, I'm not stupid, I can- And Angie..." Jonah gulped nervously at the thought of all the things that were spinning out of his control and Luke let out a sigh, then moved so he could sit on the bed, shoving Jonah unceremoniously to the side.

Jon rolled on his back and braced for the spinning sensation to come on, but instead all he got was that horrible floating feeling. Lucas let out a tired sigh, "Angie texted me the first time, about a year ago. To ask about you," he said quietly, "you may have not reached out and I don't judge you, Jonah. I- I admire you. I wish I had managed to cut relations the way you did," he picked at his nails, while Jonah gaped at him, his eyebrows shooting up, "but... But Angie doesn't hold any of that against you. She's so excited to just know you, don't waste your time freaking out about the years that already passed, okay?"

Jonah gulped against the knot in his throat and Luke continued, looking up with a big frown on, "I don't know what you mean by saying Leo overdosed. I- I wanna think it's not - Leo would never."

"He'd never," Jonah agreed and his voice broke, "but doesn't mean I don't-"

"I know," Lucas agreed quietly, quickly, "but he'd be fucking furious if he figured you're hurting yourself like this, just because you're worried one day he might... You'll hurt your relationship too, Jonah. Do you think Leo can't smell pity like a shark smelling blood in the water? He wouldn't want you to treat him like he's made of crystal, that's just going to make things harder."

"Yeah," Jonah whispered, feeling his eyes burning and glaring a hole in the comforter, "I'm just scared... I just love him so much, Luke... And it's terrifying knowing I can't-"

"Fix him?"

"Help him," Jonah corrected, glaring at Luke, "I don't wanna fix him, I wanna keep him safe from all the terrible things he thinks."

"I don't think you can do that," Lucas whispered, as if he couldn't say these thing out loud, "I think all you can do is love him regardless and just be there for him, like... Like a rock."

Jonah sucked in a breath, letting out slowly, his throat hurting with the tight knot in there. He glared at Lucas, cracking a smile, "when did you get all wise?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm making terrible decisions right now, as we speak," Luke rolled his eyes, shoulders dropping as he attempted to lighten the mood, "you worry too much, that's my thing. Get your own thing."

"You can't trademark overthinking," Jonah scoffed, thankful Luke allowed him to break the heavy mood before he burst into tears, "and I was here first anyway."

"You're calling dibs on overthinking?!" Lucas glared at him, "I'm older than you!"

"By thirty four days," Jonah grinned at him, "doesn't count."

"Of-fucking-course it does!" Luke shoved at his shoulder and Jonah groaned, exaggerating the small vertigo wave that the push sent through him, only so he could have his friend frantically apologizing again.

"See? You can't trademark overthinking if you can barely do the thinking part, Luke."

"You're such a jerk," Lucas whined, deciding against shoving him once more and settling for grabbing another pillow on the bed and smothering Jon with it.

#they are brothers your honor #mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #jonah banks #vertigo #fainting #passing out

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15minlatewithbatbucks · 11 months

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Bats usually keep an eye on large gatherings in Gotham, but in this case Bruce literally can't pay them enough to do their jobs.

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In Gotham, large gatherings are always risky business. With half a dozen big name rogues with half a dozen screws loose, things can get out of hand FAST.

So yes, forgive Bruce if he likes having at least two bats or birds on the scene when people group together and make themselves easy targets.

His rag-tag group of children, adult or otherwise, usually agree with him. But in this case-

"I'm not going out of my way to help anti-gay protestors," Tim says before Bruce even let's himself think about which of his partners in anti crime he would like at his back. "I'm the one that green-lit the Wayne Enterprises gay agenda that they're protesting."

"That's... Fair."

And it was! Bruce was hardly going to force his bisexual son to save people that would tear him down if given half the chance. He'd demanded far too selflessness of Tim already.

It was just... No one else was volunteering either.

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Dick, alerted by Tim about the group of anti-gay protestors planning their little event on Facebook, takes one look at Bruce approaching and shakes his head.

"I've heard what they said about my baby brother," he cautions before Bruce can say anything.

Tim, out and secure in his identity, doesn't care what any civilians have to say about him. Dick, deeply angry and protective, cares very much what slander people sling at his little brother.

Bruce, understanding that maybe his eldest was getting better about managing his anger, but deeply unwilling to test his resolve, nods and backs away.

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Damian is his next choice, though he doesn't hold very high hopes for him either.

"Father, I will not be responsible for the safety of fools willingly endangering themselves," Damian says, reasonably and Bruce is glad to hear it. He has a whole speech about protecting civilians even if they act in defiance of their own safety. It's blown to pieces when Damian explains further. "I've already taken the liberty of inviting Jon and his paramour to heckle them."

"No metas in Gotham," Bruce says before his brain can catch up to his mouth. "This is already a tense situation and-"

"No metas in Gotham," Damian repeats, pitching his voice lower as he mocks his father. "What do you propose Duke is, Father?"

This is an argument he isn't willing to have. Not right now. He puts a pin in it and reaches out to Jon to politely request that he doesn't make an appearance at the protest. Jon concedes in exchange for his permission to come to Gotham's pride event next week. Bruce gives it under the stipulation that Jon and Jay let him give them a full primer on Gotham rogues and how to counter them.

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Stephanie is somehow warned in advance and texts him before he can reach out to her.

"sorry not sorry, if doctors in Texas can choose to let people die then so can I. ask someone else to help w your homophobe problem"

Bruce wants to point out that is a gross simplification of the fraught political state of Texas. He also wants to point out that they are nowhere near Texas.

He wonders about the feasibility of sponsoring abortion access and trans healthcare in another state if only because it is GENUINELY funny when bigots with talk shows get into a tizzy over Brucie Wayne.

He lets the thought lie for the moment.

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Duke hears him out, at least, before telling him that he's really sorry, B, but he's gonna be sick that day. It's all very sad, has he tried to talk to Jason?

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Cass looks at him. He looks at her. They both know she won't be his backup.

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He hates to say it, but Jason WAS his last choice in this situation. Not for lack of trust or faith in his abilities, but because-

"I'm asking Aunt Harley to have Poison Ivy start a pollen induced gay orgy," he says bluntly when Bruce asks if Jason would be busy on the day of the protest.

"At the-"

"At Wayne Enterprises, for the protest. Yes. Stay away if you value your heterosexuality, old man."

Bruce, remembering his college days and the types of things he's gotten up to in his own time, doesn't correct his son. Revealing that his father was intimately familiar with gay sex isn't a conversation Bruce ever wanted to have with Jason. Or anyone else.

Bruce, wisely, lets the police handle the protest.

#tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #dc pride #batfamily #long post #my writing tag #once again this is coming to you live from my phone rip to everyone

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I think I might be technically evil for sending you three requests in one day when you’re probably overloaded with everyone else’s too… but if I may be evil for a moment… could you do something where shy!reader has a sleepover with Jonathan or something and she does her nightly routine and she does it for him too?? Like I want to tie his hair up in a lil ponytail and sweep the baby ones back with a fluffy headband and do a little skincare routine on him <3 I’m giving you so so so many kisses my love <3

technically a gorgeous sunbeam whom I adore maybe <3 shy!fem!reader teaching Jonathan the steps to her skincare routine ♥︎

If you were to describe Jonathan in one word, it would be calm. The kind of calm he's worked hard for. When his home can be anything but and his past rife with noise, Jon has carved a little slice of quiet sanctuary. You love sharing it with him.

The closer you've grown, the less you worry about disrupting said sanctuary. The first few times you'd slept over you followed his motions, washing your face with his minty bar soap, changing when he changed, watching movies until you fell asleep on his shoulder.

But a girl can't live like that every weekend. It's bad for your skin, no matter how much you like him.

So you'd introduced small parts of your routine on a trial basis. Jonathan, eternal sweetheart, loverboy extraordinaire, hadn't minded one bit. In fact, he'd been curious.

He stands in the doorway of the bathroom with a charmed smile on his face. You blink through suds and catch his stare, surprised he's put down his book.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Just face soap," you say, turning on the faucet again to cup a handful of water and wash away the last of the suds. You dry your eyes quickly with a small face towel. "Sorry, was I being super loud?"

"No," he says, hand on his elbow.

"Oh," you say, and you're timid yourself, so you know the look on his face rather well. "What do you want, baby?"

Jonathan sits down on the wooden box by the door that serves as their laundry basket. He's had his hair cut recently, and the shorter strands against his forehead beg for some handling. You nibble your lip, wondering if it's worth the embarrassment. Jonathan has had you more vulnerable than this, what's the worst that could happen?

You raise your hand to his hair, stroking it gently from his head to see his eyebrows clearly.

"I could do it with you?" he asks. "Your routine."

"My routine? It's not so complicated, Jon, just moisturiser and…" You cross your arms behind your back. "You want to do it with me?"

"Yeah. Is that weird?"

"No," you say. It's so, so sweet. "Not weird."

You take your headband off and slip it over his head. His eyes close in total trust, and you try to deserve it, using your gentlest touch. Once it's around his neck you pull it back up, easing his short hair away from his face.

"I forgot what your forehead looked like," you say.

He gazes up at you adoringly.

You slide the hair tie from your wrist and tilt your head in question. He smiles like he's somewhere else, and that'll have to do. He gets distracted sometimes, and you don't know if it's the truth but whenever you ask what he's thinking about he always says, "You." Best to not ask, and avoid the hot flush.

You rake your fingers through his hair to get the longer pieces beside his neck and make the world's smallest pony tail at the nape.

"Pretty," you say gently. You flick his ponytail. "If you wash your face, we'll do the rest together."

Jonathan stands up and skirts around you to the sink, his fingers touching the tiniest slice of your exposed midriff for a millisecond more than what could be accidental. You know he didn't do it to make you self-conscious, but you pull your pyjamas a little higher up your hips.

He goes to use his soap. You hand him yours before he can start, and he makes quick work of washing his face. You splash your face to make it tacky again and open your palm, dipping it toward him so he does the same.

"Toner. I think I'm supposed to use a cotton round, but I just put it in my palm."

"It's purple," he says, startled.

"The bottle," you say with a delighted laugh. "It's clear, swears. I think it's mostly water and aloe vera. It made my nose pores smaller."

"Did it?" he asks.

You shrink. "It didn't?"

"No, I mean. I never noticed them changing size." He laughs and shakes his hand. You tip a small well of toner into his hand and he waits for you to do the same for yourself, copying your hand movements exactly.

"It's sticky." He wipes his hand in your bare arm.

"Thanks, jerk. Just wash it off!"

He tries to hide his smile and fails.

You pick up your smaller tube. "Moisturiser," you say.

He knows how to use it, so you don't bother explaining why you put it all over until he asks, "I get all greasy on my nose, do I…?"

"I'm not sure. I think, uh." You realise you're going to have to talk about something he doesn't know, and you never enjoy that. Correcting people feels like a nightmare — you're always worried they'll get annoyed or defensive, or that you'll come off as a know it all. But Jonathan doesn't do that, so you explain. "When you wash your face, you take all the oils off of your skin, and your skin reacts by making more of it. Sometimes it makes too much, and you end up greasy. If you moisturise it can help give some of the oil back and your skin doesn't feel the need to make too much." You pat a white smear across his cheek. "At least, that's what I think. I could be wrong."

"Sometimes I use some of that serum your mom got me, but I skipped it today because I ran out. Sorry, Jon, it's much shorter than I thought it was now we're doing it."

"I bet you're right," he says. His smile is gooey smooth. The entire time you'd been talking, he'd looked entranced. "What's next?"

"I don't mind. Five minutes doing something with you is better than without." He peels your headband off like he hasn't just said something insanely lovely. "How do I look?" he asks, his dampened baby hairs a wild curling mess around his face.

You tuck your arm into his. "You look perfect."

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ametrinearrows · 6 months

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Sicky

YN had been looking forward to competing in her first Summer Slam for months. It was all she could think about for the last couple of weeks and the anticipation was overwhelming but also welcomed. However, fate was not working in her favor. With just a little over a week left until the major event, she woke up feeling absolutely miserable. Her head was pounding, nose running, and couldn’t seem to keep anything she ate down, no matter how little the amount was.

After making the necessary phone calls to Vince and Hunter, she dialed the person who had been her hype man since the very beginning of her career, Dean Ambrose.

“Hey, YNN! What’s up?” Jon’s voice echoed out of her speaker, and she could hear the smile that had no doubt written itself on his face.

“Well...” YN began but was thrown it a fit of coughing before she even get out what she wanted to tell the man.

“Shit, YN, that sounded rough.”

“It was. It's been like this all morning.” she stated into her phone as she laid down on the couch. “This year might not be my year for Summer Slam after all.”

“Think you’ll be that sick for that long?” the man questioned after a silent ‘thank you’ to whoever he was talking to on the other end. “I mean you do have a week to get better. Just over a week, actually.”

“Maybe not this sick, but most likely I won’t be up to par enough to wrestle. I’m also not trying to get Becky or Asuka sick either. Hell, I don’t want to be the reason anyone gets sick, to be honest.” She confessed and pulled a blanket over her. “All that and H has done said my health is more important than the match anyway. Said to take care of myself and not to worry about it.”

“He has a good point there.” He said while it sounded like he was getting into his car. “Would it help if I brought soup or something?”

YN shook her head even though she knew that he couldn’t see her. “No. I mean, would I like it? Yeah of course. But I don’t think I could keep it down. I ate just a piece of toast this morning for breakfast, and it was back up within fifteen minutes. Plus, I don’t want to get you sick too. You’ve got a big match coming up, Mr. Ambrose. You don’t need to be as sick as I am either.”

“You’ve got hand sanitizer and cleaning supplies, right?” Jon questioned.

She knew exactly where the conversation was going and by that point, he had made up his mind. There was no way to get out of him coming over to take care of her. So, YN sighed, “Yeah.”

“Then that’s the end of the conversation. I’ll be there in an hour.” he said and YNN could hear him start up his car. “Don’t worry, sicky, I got my key. Take a nap or something.”

“Why you gotta be stubborn?” she questioned with a sniffle.

“Because I care. Now, nap. Be there in a little while.” he answered and added a ‘bye’ before hanging up the phone.

The YHC haired girl decided to take her best friend’s advice and get some sleep hoping that it would magically take some of the misery away.

“I thought you were just bringing soup.” she stated, her voice was still scratchy, and everything seemed to be just as bad as it was before other than the pounding in her head had let up some.

Jon turned to look at her and shrugged. “I figured fresh would probably do you more good.”

She nodded and looked around the kitchen. The whole room, other than the small part of it that he was using, had been cleaned top to bottom. Dishes from the night before had been washed, countertops had been wiped down and by the container of Clorox wipes by the stove, everything had been sanitized.

“You cleaned the kitchen?” YN questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, sicky, I cleaned the kitchen. I’m here to take care of you and your place for the time being. Now, go back to being that cute and cozy little burrito you were when I came into the house and let me do my thing. Soup will be ready in 5 minutes.” the blonde-haired man said as he turned back to the pot.

Thought she wanted so much to fight him on it, YN knew it wouldn’t do her no good. So, she did as she was told and went back to her spot on the couch, wrapped herself back up in her blanket and turned on the tv.

Five minutes later Jon walked into the living room with bowl in hand. “Here you go, and I also got some meds for you to take after. Hopefully you can keep everything down long enough for the pills to kick in.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this, you know?” she asked with a grateful smile written on her face.

Jon sat down next to her on the couch and said, “No, what kind of person would I be if I left my best friend to suffer alone? Not a very good one, I can tell you that right now.”

“Thank you. Even though staying away from me was a better option that I know you would have never taken up, but I do appreciate everything.”

Jon smiled. “There is nowhere else I would rather be. Eat up, soup’s getting cold.”

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puppiesandnightlock · 24 days

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LINK: But since the world’s obsessed with saying ‘psych’ (pt 1)

summary: Detention, coffee, and holy shit Damian can hot-wire a motorcycle-

aka Damian and Jon get their shit together (sort of) and start off their tentative friendship, only strengthening when Jon finds out something that draws him to Damian even more....

Okay.

Here’s the thing.

In order to keep his nice, shiny record, and his top student status, as well as not making his older brother turn on the accursed dad voice, Damian had to make amends with stupid Jon Kent.

The last few weeks consisted of their back and forths, some mildly amusing, others…rather physical, leading them to where they were now, Saturday morning detention.

Damian was certain he’d be able to breach what he was positive was a cover, perhaps self defense, and maybe even fix the boy up.

Granted, he was no miracle worker, and in his opinion, Jon Kent was in desperate need of a miracle.

However, he was certainly persuasive. The added benefit of being a former delinquent himself gave him a way to worm past the defenses, not that the other boy would know.

And something most everyone but themselves knew was that maybe, despite everything pointing to the contrary, they didn’t really want to hate each other.

Admittedly, detention was a familiar environment to Jon, countless weekends lost to the silent drab classrooms.

“Yo, Kent!” A teen with close cropped brown curls called out from the side of the room as he entered the designated detention room.

“Heard Wayne kicked your ass last week.” The shit-eating grin plastered on their face gave the hint that the words were teasing, but Jon knew it was also to get a rise out of him.

“What do you know, Akira?” He snorted. “At least I’m here for somethin’ other than scribbling on the walls.”

They made a mock offended gasp, the jacket they were wearing covered in tastefully placed paint splotches, patches and pins, much like the rest of the outfit.

“I’ll have you know it was a beautiful piece of work, and a form of self-expression. Besides, it was technically for an English project, so I shouldn't even be here.”

“Sure.” He rolled his eyes, shooting them a grin that would leave most people swooning. Akira only smirked back, and spoke up again.

“So, how was it like to have a good boy gremlin kick your ass? Bet you thanked him after, what with the drooling you’ve been doing lately.”

Jon flushed and opened his mouth to retort, but as he did, a teacher stepped in the door.

“Jon Kent, you’re to be in the classroom down the hall instead.”

He nodded, flipping Akira off behind his back and walking out. Unfortunately for him, the only other person in the room was Damian fucking Wayne, who was on time and probably a few minutes early to everything, including detention, apparently.

“Hello,” he said cautiously. “Good morning.”

Jon startled. What the hell was going on? Sure, Damian was polite when they had their tutoring, although after the first few days it was more sarcastic.

“Were you body-snatched?” He blurted out. Damian’s lips twitched upwards, but the flicker vanished as quick as it came.

“No.” Jon watched him suspiciously, before turning and sitting in the back. The other boy got up and slipped in the seat next to him.

“Seriously, man, what’s wrong with you?” He crossed his arms, scowling at the boy next to him. Damian held out a cup, similar to the one in his hand.

“Here.”

“Did you poison it?” Jon looked at it warily.

Damian shot him a deadpan look, shaking the cup at him. “Take it or leave it, Kent.”

Hesitantly, he took it, and under his watch, sipped from it, sighing as the bitter taste of caffeine flooded his senses. Not too much milk and lots of sugar, just how he liked it.

Wait.

“How do you know my order?” he demanded immediately, Damian nearly dropping his own cup.

He flushed, whether in embarrassment or anger, and avoided his gaze. “I only guessed. You bring a coffee cup during tutoring every week and based on what the contents smelled like, I added it up.”

Jon took the lid off of the cup and sniffed hesitantly, much to the other boy’s amusement. “I don’t smell anything,” he pouted. “It’s just coffee.”

Damian covered his mouth with a hand, hiding the small smile that appeared. “Well, we can’t all be winners, can we?”

“You’re telling me.” Jon scowled, poking at the fading bruises on his pale skin. “Since we’re being civil today for some reason, mind tellin’ me where you learned to kick ass? Because as much as I hate to admit it, you sure kicked mine.”

His expression became guarded and he shook his head, opening a book. “No, thank you. I’m afraid this is as far as my pleasantries extend today.”

“C’mon, we were gettin’ somewhere.” He whined, draping himself across the desk, staring up at him with black framed blue eyes.

“I’ve beaten you once, provoke me and you’ll receive it a second time.” The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them, and inwardly he cursed his own uncontrolled anger.

This is what would always get him into trouble, the lack of brain to mouth filter as his mind clouded with the emotions, taking hold of his actions without thinking of the consequences.

“No thanks.” Jon muttered, ducking his head and pulling out his phone, scrolling through his socials. The silence stretched out, Damian considering he’d done a wonderful job of being civil, although they weren’t exactly joined at the hip yet.

“Sorry I punched you in the face.” He blurted out against his will. “And you know, just generally beat you up. In my defense, you were very provoking.”

Because this was how to properly apologize. Ah yes, justifying your actions with their own. Honestly, what was it about this boy that made every one of his perfectly crafted walls and mannerisms come crashing down in flames?

To his surprise, Jon put his face down, shoulders shaking. Damian was quickly hit with a large dose of anxiety, concern, and fear. He carefully reached out a hand like what his brothers would have done, and placed it on his shoulder, causing the other boy to jump up and reveal something that caused Damian to scowl and turn away.

The fucker was laughing .

“I’m sorry,” He chortled. “I just didn’t want you to punch me in the face-”

“I should still do that.” Damian grumbled, hitting him in the shoulder a bit harder then needed for a ‘friendly’ punch. “I was concerned I'd made you cry.”

Jon looked nearly offended, the expression off-put somewhat by the fact that he was still smiling. “Takes a bit more than that to make me cry, Wayne.”

“Good to know.” Damian deadpanned.

They stared at each other for a moment, the corners of Damian’s mouth twitching upwards and sparking a new round of laughter from Jon. The other boy fell victim to the unspoken hilarity as well, quiet chuckles catching the other boy’s attention.

“Hey,” He said after they’d quieted and gone back to the things they’d been doing. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

And why am I falling for it?

Damian shrugged. “It’s a little hard to have to hate someone like this. You’ve no idea how much I wish I could go back and erase it. If I want things to go the way I do, then I think I should keep my patience.”

“I’m sorry too.” Jon muttered. “I was an asshole, I know. And I kept going even when I should have stopped. I was surprised, to be honest. I didn't think you’d be so…good at fighting back. It was stupid and kind of mean, even if you weren’t super bothered by it.”

And maybe…maybe I was a little drawn to you, too. Unexplained, aggravating enamourment. Couldn’t catch it, always just out of reach. And always would be.

Damian fiddled with the pencil in his hands. “Apology accepted. No more bothering me to the point where I punch you again, right?”

“Yep.” He popped the ‘p’ at the end and offered him a lopsided smile.

“And you'll be showing up on time for tutoring?”

“Can’t promise that, darlin’.” Jon shot finger guns at him, Damian shaking his head, a smile threatening to break through the stern facade.

“I guess that’s something.” a flicker of some emotion flashed across his face, and he stuck out his hand to be shook. “Would you like to start over?”

Jon nodded, and Damian’s small hand was enveloped by the other boy’s leather clad one. “Jon Kent, bad boy extraordinaire and all around flirt. Nice to meetcha, gorgeous.”

He scoffed as a wink accompanied the words, rolling his eyes good naturedly. “Damian Wayne. Your tutor for the foreseeable future. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

They shook once and let go, for once at peace. Jon turned his head to the side. “Since we’re chill now, teach, wanna get outta here? Get a bite to eat?”

“As tempting as that is, I promised I’d not get into any more trouble at school. After our time is served, however, I might consider the offer. On the condition that you stop the godforsaken flirting. ”

Jon smirked, poking at him. “Did I fluster the great Damian Wayne with a few notes on his appearance?”

“No!” He sputtered, pink dusting his cheeks. “It’s just annoying, and I don’t want people to think you’re my boyfriend.”

Jon faltered at Damian’s clear dislike of the thought, not that he could blame him. He wanted to stay on this boy’s good side, now that he’d gotten a taste of it. The other side had been fun, and knowing the buttons to push, he could easily get a rise out of him if bored.

He played it off, pulling a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I’ll have you know I would be a wonderful boyfriend. But, if you’re not into perfection, I understand.”

The laugh was quiet but genuine, hands flying up to his mouth to hide it. “Whatever.”

“Did Mr. Eloquent just say whatever ?” the other boy gasped. “A piece of informal language from Damian Wayne?”

“Dramatic.” He scoffed. “I’m really not as bad as I seem.”

“Yeah right.” Jon laughed. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He gave a daring grin, causing something to flare in the depths of Jon’s soul. The smile mirrored the one he so often wore getting into trouble, and suddenly he was more inclined to believe that the boy he’d thought as a teacher’s pet goody two shoes with a mean right hook really wasn’t all grades and perfection.

“Guess maybe you ain’t so bad, Wayne.” Jon said at last. “Pretty on the outside, but you’ve got a different side to ya. Gremlin-like, probably.”

“I feel mildly offended by that.” Damian muttered, before responding in kind. “You aren’t ‘so bad’ yourself either, I suppose. Despite all of this , you’re softer than you’d like to admit. Puppy-like, probably.”

“You know, I see your point of mildly offending.”

They laughed together, a timer on Damian’s phone ringing. “Oh, would you look at that? Almost free.”

“I guess time does fly when you’re having fun.” Jon responded, hesitant. “Guess we were kinda having fun.”

“It would seem that way.” The other boy typed something rapidly, and quickly received a response. “I’ll take you up on the lunch offer, Kent, if you’d like to continue this fun .”

“I would, actually. I’ll take you to meet one of my friends, her family runs the best diner in this city.” Jon grinned.

“Another miscreant such as yourself?” Damian raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, only when she’s with me.” He grinned at him, kicking up his feet onto the desk just to make the other boy scowl. “You’ll have more fun than your good boy senses are used to.”

“Mm, we’ll see.” The other boy tapped a pencil against his lip. “I think there’s a lot about me that you don’t know, Jon.”

“I’ll bet.”

“And get your feet off the table, were you raised in a barn?”

“Yes, actually.”

“I’m getting more context on that later.”

The short amount of time left in the classroom was mostly spent in silence, the promise of an adventure hanging in the air. And maybe a friendship as well.

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powerpolyculeshowdown · 1 month

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Mod's Self Indulgent Polyship Poll Masterpost

Hello and welcome to the poll where I cannot lose! As the winner of the next-poll poll, we mark the return of powerpolycule showdown with my own self indulgent poll, where every contest is a polyship I like so whoever wins I also win 💖

While the premise likely sounds a bit selfish, I hope you find something among the contestants that speaks to you, and maybe you'll have yourself a new polyship or even just a new piece of beloved media even if you disagree with me (which is fine!!). Do keep in mind the ships vary from canon, to personal headcanons that will never happen to "the creators were onto something here I swear but they were cowards".

Now, the rules!

Vote for whoever you like best, if you don't know them, please check out their descriptions! I worked very hard to write those.

Don't be an asshole in the notes section. If I see a fandom being particularly toxic I will disqualify that ship. You don't need to like everything, just don't be rude.

Propaganda is welcome and encouraged!

As a personal rule to myself, I left out 3 of our beloved polycules from last year because the next poll will be rare polyships, and I believe they fit that category. They will be returning there!

There will be revival rounds because I was unable to narrow the list down to 16, and I didn't want to exclude any other ships. So if a polyship you like loses their first poll, not all hope is lost!!

Not a rule, but a reminder: The inclusion of a polyship does not mean I support or condone statements from any of the cast members from the source media.

Tags:

#selfindulgentpoll - all posts relevant to this poll

#siround[n] - every post for each poll will be tagged this way, [n] representing the number correspondent to each round (#siround1, #siround2, etc)

#sirevival[n] - revival round polls, [n] representing the number of the revival poll (#sirevival1, #sirevival2, etc)

#sipropaganda - any propagabda posts/reblogs/asks by other people. if u like any of the ships, make sure to campaign for it so it has higher chances of winning!!

#polypoll or #bonus poll - any poll made by me not directly related to the competition

#poll boost - self reblog of the polls for visibility, for people who might want to block those.

Relevant links:

Match Ups

Round 1 (finished!)

@tournament-announcer

List of contestants under the cut!

Roy/Keeley/Jamie (Ted Lasso)

Gwen/Miles/Hobie (Spiderverse)

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow)

Julien/Marnie/Roman (Charity Case)

Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham (Stranger Things)

Kayla/Elise/Hotaru (Shootaround)

Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Matsukawa/Hanamaki (Haikyuu)

Akaashi/Bokuto/Kuroo/Kenma (Haikyuu)

Ennoshita/Tanaka/Kanoka (Haikyuu)

Midna/Zelda/Link (Twilight Princess)

Zelda/Link/Sidon/Yona (Tears of the Kingdom)

Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer (The Witcher)

Martin/Jon/Tim/Sasha (The Magnus Archives)

Georgie/Melanie/Rosie (The Magnus Archives)

Jon/Martin/Gerry (The Magnus Archives)

Georgie/Melanie/Basira/Daisy (The Magnus Archives)

Georgie/Melanie/Helen Distortion (The Magnus Archives)

Jon/Martin/Tim (The Magnus Archives)

Sam/Celia/Alice/Gwen (The Magnus Protocol)

Stede/Blackbeard/Izzy (Our Flag Means Death)

Black Pete/Lucius/Izzy (Our Flag Means Death)

Penny/Sam/Sebastian/Abigail (Stardew Valley)

Farmer/Leah/Elliot (Stardew Valley)

Zack/Cloud/Aerith/Tifa/Jessie/Briggs/Wedge (FF7R)

Edward/Winry/Paninya (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

York/Rosé/Grendan (Drawtectives)

Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades)

(yes a huge chunk is magnus archives and i will not apologize)

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cult-of-the-eye · 6 months

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MAG 83 woop woop!!

JONNY BOY

ooh first proper statement in a while

Wait he took some statements with him??

Georgie is actually so right. I love her so much. He really needed some good fucking advice in his life from someone he hasn't thought might've killed someone before

I COULD BE ON DRUGS HAHAAAAAA NO YOU SMALL LOSER BOY

Why did he even jump to that conclusion?? I wasn't thinking ah yes drugs and I don't think a normal person reacting to this situation would immediately jump to drugs maybe insanity yes but not drugs

Universal autistic experience, having someone you're close to say that they know you "get obsessive about stuff"

YES GEORGIE!!!!! SHES THE ONLY ONE NOT FUCKING ENABLING HIM!!! HE DOESNT NEED THE STATEMENTS

oh shit is this the start of him depending on the statements??

Oh shit I guess not being able to go back to his flat makes him homeless

Oh right someone dropped the statement through the letter box

SHIT SOMEONE DROPPED IT THROUGH THE LETTER BOX

SOMEONE KNOWS WHERE HE IS

AND IS GIVING HIM STATEMENTS???

Fucking Elias I bet, who else would it be??? he was like yah I know where Jon is but I'm not gonna tell you to daisy and he's creepy enough to fucking send statements through the mail so there

Ok I'm sorry what was my man doing in those four days??? Sitting there rocking and muttering to himself staring at a fucking piece of paper?? Hmm?? Not fucking sleeping???

Investigating MY ASS what INVESTIGATION do you plan to do holed up in your ex gfs house???

Ah fuck he needs it

When does it stop becoming paranoia and start becoming an addiction?

YEAH GEORGIE YOU SHOULDNT BE KEEN ON WEIRD STALKERS KNOWING YOUR ADDRESS YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT AND THE ONLY SANE PERSON IN THIS WHOLE PODCAST (apart from Joshua Gillespie and Karolina gorka my loves)

AHHH HE DIDNT EVEN GET THROUGH HEAD HES JUST GOOD OLD JONATHAN SIMS NOW

He doesn't have any of that pomp and fancy pants titles anymore, it's just the fucking paranoia and realisation that it's not just a normal job, he can't ignore it anymore

It's funny how it finally sinks in how it's not just a normal job when he gets fired from it

Ok just did a quick google fanton isn't a real department store that's a good start

Haha yeah customer service people deserve medals

Omg of course the tma transcripts write Halloween as Hallowe'en that's so tma of them

Oh fuck stranger alert

Oh shit is that Nikola??? As in everyone on Tumblr talks about her Nikola???

Her condition?? Why does it sound like they're describing her as a fucking werewolf??

Ok this is fucking creepy I actually fucking despise mannequins I don't think I'm gonna enjoy these stranger statements

FUCK I HATE CLOWNS

AHHHHHHHHH

Ooh she's smart she goes in with 999 dialled love that for her

oh FUCK that shhh was terrifying

Oh god Lana was killed???

Blood in a single neat line across her lips???

Uckinf SHITBALLS

Jesus fucking christ

I BET HIS ASS MISSES THOSE "EXPERT" ASSISTANTS

FUCKING BREEKON AND HOPE???

Circuses, skin, not quite real - the STRANGER

It seems like now he sort of knows what's going on, he's catching on really quickly, he's categorising things and using what he knows which is good it's steps in a positive direction

I guess he doesn't want another axe table fiasco

The taxidermy shop oh yeah the guy who was like yeah this is paranormal and creepy as fuck but he's not committing tax fraud so it's fine loved that guy

Elias probably sent it

Oh shit he doesn't know Elias knows where he is

SHIT IT WAS HAND DELIVERED

God poor Georgie, she's housing his pitiful ex boyfriend who lost his weirdo job and is going insane and bringing the weirdness to her life

What was he looking into??? Like Not-Them stuff??

"I've got work to do." Fucking famous last words

Jonathon "workaholic" Sims strikes again

Although I guess it's not workaholic when it's threatening your whole life

I guess it's just...surviving

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the-untamed-soul · 2 years

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I swear the world stays still

A/N: just an idea I have been playing with for the past week. I have not written in over six years so pardon the quality. I am not sure how many parts this will be or when I will update next. I have a few smaller pieces dancing around that may get completed first.

Pairing: Iceman x Y/N

Music: Jon Langston - When It Comes To Loving You

Rating: Mild cursing but otherwise free of smut

Summary: Y/N is Carole Bradshaw’s younger sister who is a 14N in the United States Air Force. On leave following a grueling deployment, y/n is happy to be with her family and spend time soaking up the sun in California. What Y/N didn’t expect was the instant attraction she felt for Lt. Tom “ICEMAN” Kazansky.

PART I

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” the steady chant broke through a pleasant dream and an excited grip shook the last remnants of sleep from y/n.

“I swear to god you better be dying Carole!” With a voice thick with sleep, y/n looked over at her sister with a tired but exasperated look on her face.

“It’s time! We have an hour to get to the airport! You’re lucky I didn’t send Bradley to come wake you up instead. Now, up you get! Pancakes and sunny California awaits!”

The excited look on her sister’s face caused the anger within y/n to drain away and a slow smile to creep across her face. She couldn’t blame her older sister - it had been months since she had last seen her husband. Now they were just a car ride to the airport and plane ride away from reuniting with her brother-in-law.

“Auntie y/n/n! Huwry up! Momma says I can’t have any pancakes because you’re still in bed!”

It’s going to be a long day she thought before crawling out of bed. “I’m coming gosling! You better not eat my blueberries!”

Y/n couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips or the instinctive twist that caused pops to be heard from her back. Despite being all of sixty inches, plane rides were never a comfortable experience. She couldn’t wrap her mind around how Nick could sit in a cockpit for hours. She’d throw in the towel in the first ten minutes of flight.

“Momma do you see him? Is he here yet?” Bradley tugged insistently on Carole’s pants, standing on the tips of toes as he searched for his dad amongst the bustling crowd of people. His scrunched up face of concentration caused y/n to laugh softly before snagging her nephew and placing him on her shoulders. “I may not be the tallest gosling but maybe this will help. Has target been acquired SQUIRT01?”

“Negative SQUIRT02…wait wait! I see him! Auntie! Momma! He’s here!”

The excited squeaks and kicks against her shoulder brought about an eye roll from y/n and a wet laugh from Carole.

“I see him baby. I see him.” Brown eyes met blue before the indistinguishable figure of Lt. Nick “Goose” Bradshaw cut cleanly through the crowd and swept his wife into his arms. “Daddy!” Bradley crowed before he too was snagged from y/n and held tightly against Goose’s chest alongside his mother.

“And so, the flock has reunited” a dry voice commented beside y/n which caused her to glance over at Pete “MAVERICK” Mitchell who had joined in watching the heartwarming scene.

“Isn’t that used for dogs and sheep?” Y/n questioned only to be met with a deadpan stare. “Way to ruin the moment Sprite.”

Y/n immediately smacked the pilot, a scowl gracing her face as she heard the detested nickname. Goose and Maverick had graciously dubbed her Sprite after a disastrous day at the park that included alcohol, an errant tree, glitter and a family sworn to secrecy.

“And to think I missed you. I thought we swore that name was never going to be mentioned again?”

“No. You threatened Goose and I but I distinctly remember no promises being made. Little sisters deserve to be teased. I still think Hobgob-“

“Pete, I swear to god if you finish that sentence Goose is going to need a new pilot.”

With a laugh, Maverick danced away from a red-faced y/n and darted over to his RIO. She could only shake her head fondly as Maverick twirled Carole around before stealing Bradley from his father’s arms.

God, I missed this she thought before heading over to give her brother-in-law a proper hello (which may or may not have included a wet willy and being chased across baggage claim)

“So how are you enjoying TOP GUN?”

After checking into lodging and taking a much-needed shower, y/n was quick to make an escape with Maverick in order to give her sister time alone with her husband and son.

Maverick had brought her to a bar known as the Hard Deck and they had settled into seats at the bar. At 8pm, the place was relatively packed and crawling with people both in and out of uniform. Smoke lingered in the air, threaded with the scent of heavy perfume and aviator ego. Y/n and Maverick had been silently waiting for their drinks when she finally voiced her question.

She watched as a smirk played across Maverick’s lips and mirth dance in his eyes as he responded, “We’re the best. Plain and simple. Trophy is all but ours. How about you? How’s work? Sure, you’re not regretting not joining the greatest branch there ever was, Sprite?”

Y/n snorted, absentmindedly bringing her rum and coke to her lips for a sip before she answered. “I’m choking on the ego Mav. I swore I heard Goose mention something about being in second place to Carole.” Seeing the mock affronted look starting to appear and a playful hand pressing against his chest, y/n spoke again “My work has been fine. My boss has this annoying habit to put the most frustrating puzzles in front of me but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Not even to join the Navy - you know the Air Force is the superior branch. You’re just upset because I refuse to be your intel officer and think the Air Force jets are better!”

Before Maverick could respond, a voice came from being y/n and caused heat to flush across her cheeks. “Did I overhear correctly Mitchell? You really shouldn’t try to pick up women by saying you’re the best. Really, it’s a step down from serenading to them at the bar.”

Y/n hardly acknowledge the way Maverick’s face darkened nor how quickly he jumped from the stool to confront the person standing behind her. Her attention was focused on the hint of aftershave and mint that filled her nose, the electrifying feel of a hard chest just barely skimming against her arm and the hand that loosely draped itself across the back of her seat. Slowly, ever so slowly, her eyes drifted up as her neck cranes to meet a pair of aviators set upon a striking face. I’m fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

“Kazansky! Where’s Slider to roll out the red carpet? Finally figured out you’re not as infallible as claimed?” The sound of Maverick’s voice broke y/n from her stupor and caused her to yank her gaze back to her friend. She felt the tension in the air and placed her drink back on the bar to prevent Maverick from using it as a weapon. Rum was a bitch to get out of white clothes.

“Before I choke on testosterone, I’m going to make a tactical retreat over…..there. See ya boys! Don’t do anything I would do.” Y/n hopped off the stool, instantly regretting it as it brought her closer to Kazansky’s chest and made her that more aware of how tall he was. She barely reached his pectorals but instead of feeling threatened, she couldn’t help the sense of safe that drained the tension from her shoulders. That would be a thought for later.

Nodding to Maverick, y/n escaped through a gap in the crowd. Before disappearing completely, she tossed one last look over her shoulder and grey meet blue. In that instant, y/n realized she would be seeing him again.

#top gun #iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #tom kazansky x reader #i dont know what im doing

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I’m more concerned that Gwen’s one last laugh at us will be her bringing Antonio back while not bringing back Jay for Hailey’s exit.

I don't know, a similar thing crossed my mind but maybe in a different way?

If the show wants Antonio back and Jon is on board, great. I hope it works out for them. My initial concern is that Hailey's final episode would be about Antonio coming back more than it would be about her departure. We already don't have much of an exit storyline for her. My main concern is that Hailey's final episode is about her. About Jay too, if they want to make an effort to actually close off his story. I'm all for Antonio coming back if the pieces fall into place for season 12 (and maybe a quick scene in the finale to introduce the idea), but not at the expense of Hailey's (and for the love of God, Jay's) finale story.

#anon ask

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goggles-mcgee · 1 year

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What is each person's favorite treat made by Steve?

Another round of headcanons for my What Baking Can Do Au

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Hop: Hops favorite treats are the butterscotch oatmeal cookies. He doesn't admit they are his favorite but he always buys them when he stops by the bakery. Steve always makes sure to bring a box when he visits the Hopper-Byers household.

Joyce: Joyce always gets some snickerdoodles and a cup of hot chocolate at the cafe/bakery but she also loves when Steve makes a 7UP Pound Cake for any get togethers they have. The snickerdoodles are also in the box of cookies that he takes to the Hopper-Byers household anytime he visits.

Claudia: Claudia LOVES getting a slice of Steve's coconut custard pie. It's not one of the most popular pies in the cafe but Claudia always makes sure to get there early to get a slice or two. She has a weakness for his Chocolate Chip Cream Cheese Bars and he makes sure to bring her some when he visits or picks up Dustin.

Wayne: Wayne will not, not ever, admit he has a sweet tooth, but he is one of Steve's regular and best customer's. He particularly likes anything with pineapple so he always gets a slice of the Skillet Upside-down Pineapple Cake and the Creamy Pineapple Pie. He also loves the finger buns and maybe he calls Eddie if he's on a tour or working on songs in the studio, if the boy is home he will drive over there to tell Eddie to date Steve. Eddie brought Wayne a full cake Steve had made when he had mentioned to Steve that he was going to see his uncle for dinner and Steve asked if they had dessert, they did not and Steve just so happened to have more than half of the pineapple upside-down cake left over before he closed and just gave it to Eddie who tried not to swoon.

Charles & Sue: Sue loves to get a Raw Raspberry Slice when they stop by and Charles always gets a couple Chewy Chocolate Cookies. If Lucas is helping out Steve will send him home with some of the treats that he saved for the couple.

Robin: She loves when Steve makes Pumpkin Bread and the Lemon Tarts! But for her birthday he always makes her Hummingbird cake like her grandpa used to make her and she always has the biggest smile when he brings it out for her.

Nancy: Nancy loves the Apple & Fig Butterscotch Puddings that Steve makes around fall and looks forward to getting some when she's down for Thanksgiving break. She also loves to get the Apple & Blackberry Bars, she loves the hazelnut crumble on the top so much.

Jonathan: Jonathan would die for the Chocolate & Spearmint Caramel Slices. The kids tease him for liking chocolate and mint together but he loves it. He also really likes the fudge and Steve is always ready to bring him some when Argyle comes down for a visit.

Argyle: Argyle will argue that he loves everything Steve makes and Steve would be obliged to believe him because the man has literally tried everything in the cafe, but he does eat the fudge a lot but that could be because that's all that Steve brings to Jon when he hears of Argyle coming down for a visit. But Argyle does love one specific fudge, he loves the Fudge Krispies. He also really like the Bee Sting Cake.

Eddie: Eddie would also argue that he loves everything that Steve makes but he does tend to get the Sticky Toffee & Strawberry Tarts and the Chocolate Hazelnut & Frangelico Tart Slices. He loves the taste of the last one but he especially loves the smile Steve gives him when he orders it and the way he asks him if he told him that it was his Aunt's favorite dessert and she used to sneak Steve extra pieces of it. Eddie always says he doesn't think so just so he can hear Steve talk more and watch the way he lights up.

Eddie also loves when he's back around Christmas time or Valentine's Day because Steve makes him these fantastic Chocolate Rum Balls that are to die for!

Dustin: Dustin will take a little bag of Golden Thumbprints to school because of course Steve brings him some for his lunch when he gives him a ride to school. Dustin is also another person who fiercely declares he loves everything Steve makes. But Steve knows his kid and his kid loves the Golden Thumbprints most. That and the Banana Split Cake that he would make him for his birthday.

Max: Max really likes the Honey, Lemon Curd & Blueberry Tarts. Steve always packs her some for lunch. She also just loves everything Steve makes because she knows he loves making everything. She's not great in the kitchen but she does love when Steve tries to teach her how to cook and bake. When they make dinner together and dessert she always feels so happy and loved. She also has a soft spot for when he makes rice pudding since it's something he only makes at home.

El: Besides the waffles she gets when she spends the night at Robin, Steve, and Max's house, she loves when Steve makes her a Chocolate Raspberry Profiterole Cake. He always makes it for her birthday along with birthday waffles! She also really likes to buy a mini Orange Trifle. (She likes the different textures)

Will: Will loves getting a slice of the Peanut Butter & Jelly Loaf, he just loves that it's something simple made better, plus it tastes fantastic. He also really likes the Bombolonis which Steve is ecstatic about and always makes sure he has some for Will when he visits, or if it's ready he will send some with Max to school for Will.

Mike: Mike kinda loves the simple treats the best like the Peanut Butter cookies chocolate brownies but he does have a soft spot for the Neenish Tarts and will be absolutely upset if they are sold out before he gets any.

Lucas: Lucas loves all the cookies but the Super Chocolate Chunk Cookies have a special place in his heart and they were the first recipe that Steve taught him when he started helping out at the cafe. He also really likes the Blueberry-Pumpkin muffins when Steve makes them in fall.

Erica: Erica would die for the Teddy Bear Bread. Yes it's just bread. Yes it's in the shape of a teddy bear. It's the best bread ever. Ever. She also loves the chocolate mousse because Steve give her two cups and always surprises her with the fruit topping. He also will sneak her some Peanut Butter Kiss Cookies.

Corroded Coffin: Gareth, Jared and Jeff adore everything Eddie brings them back but they freaking love the Peach Cream Puffs. Though they do want to find this mysterious cafe/bakery and this "Stevie" so they can actually order for themselves. They are planning on stalking Eddie next time he leaves.

Steve: Steve loves the Chocolate Hazelnut & Frangelico Tart and the Apple frangipane Tart, he loves the salted caramel sauce he puts on top. Those are his top favorites but he also claims that the new treats he is selling in the cafe are his favorite everytime there is something new or something seasonal

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lily-drake · 1 year

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Lesson 8: Find What's Worth your Protection

Random: *glares at Marin* Marin: *blinks* … Jon: *leans slightly towards her* what’s her deal? Marin: if looks could kill.. *grins* well, I still wouldn’t care but- Jon: she’s glaring at you like you killed her mother. Marin: *blanks* …. Jon: did.. did you ki- Marin: *snaps her attention towards him* no???? *smiles warily* at least I don’t think so- Jon: Marin! Marin: *pushes his shoulder playfully* what??? *looks back at the Random* I had many missions, who knows, maybe shes a cousin or whatever. Jon: *groans into his hands* ~~~~~~~ Marin: …you’re not fazed by this. Jon: you’re Damian’s sister. Marin: I’ve done considerably worse than my brother has. Jon: again, you’re Damian’s sister. Marin: …which means? Jon: that you both were raised to be assassins and I? Don’t? Care? Marin: …you’re not fazed by my molds. Jon: *grimaces* Damian kind of.. explained the situation. Marin: *blinks* …did he? Jon: yeah… Marin: … Jon: sorry-? Marinette: *shrugs* its whatever, so what are we going to do later? Jon: uhh- homework-??? Marinette: sweet!! Let’s go. Jon: uh-huh..

Damian stared at the letter laid across his desk. He had read it, reread once, twice, thrice, and yet he still couldn’t fully process the words.

“ I don’t want to be found so don’t look for me. I am going to be who I want, I’m going to act how I want, and I’m not going to force myself to do things that will make me feel terrible. You will no longer be able to pressure me, and that means you will NOT pressure someone else instead. ”

Was he truly that terrible? Was it truly his fault for pressuring her and unintentionally pushing her away in the process?

“ I love my dearest little brother. Stay strong and know that I will one day visit. For now, I’m figuring things out for myself, and I finally feel like I have a grasp on my life. ”

He reread those few sentences over and over and over again reassuring himself. She would return, she would come back. She never broke a promise, not once. He scowled when he had read the last part of the letter, Jon was afraid of him! But then again, Jon still hadn’t told him despite the fact that Marin had been gone for three weeks now. It was infuriating. Speaking of Jon, he hadn’t heard his annoying voice at all yet, something was up.

Damian tucked the note away in his desk almost reverently before he stood up and marched out of his room. He would check the kitchen first, but the only one there was Beast Boy.

“Where is Kent?” He demanded while crossing his arms. Beast Boy turned to him with a confused frown before he shrugged.

“No clue man. Last I heard he had a “private call” to make, something about someone calling him, or whatever.” Damian’s frown deepened. It didn’t matter, he would just head to the training room, nothing defeating the highest level of holographic enemies wouldn’t fix.

______ Jon was on a secret mission, well, secret in the fact that he just didn’t want anyone to know what he was doing. What was he doing, well, currently he was trying not to let the craziest of the al Ghul-Waynes cut his head off. “Hey, hey! It’s me Marin! Please don’t kill me!” He shouted, keeping his hands up and forward in a show of peace and surrender. Her eyes were dark and predatory as she studied him.

“What are you doing here?” She growled, baring her teeth in a way that was definitely threatening.

“Is it so wrong to want to make sure my friend is okay after weeks of radio silence?”

He could hear her heart skip slightly at that, she was surprised. “What makes you think we’re friends?!” She snarled, pushing the blade that no doubt had bits and pieces of Kryptonite in it, further against his neck. He was so screwed. Why did he think this was a good idea again?

“The fact that we spent years together attending Gotham Academy and you know, our side job.” He replied nervously, making sure to keep perfectly still unless he really did want that dagger slitting his throat.

Marin let out a small hum, thinking over his words while allowing the dagger to stay firmly planted against his neck. “Fine, your answer is acceptable.” And just like that, the dagger was removed and hidden in one swift motion.

Jon let out a sigh of relief, moving slightly away from Marin to catch his breath. “Damian still thinks he’s scarier than you and I still don’t know how to convince him he’s wrong.” Jon gasped, cupping his throat as if that would protect it. He could feel the slight sting against his next from where the blade laid across the skin.

“Damian assumes much and understands little. He will not allow himself to believe that others can be feared more than himself. That’s one thing that will never change.” Marin stated with a roll of her eyes, “Now, why are you really here?” She demanded with a simple raise of her brow.

“Is it really too much to believe that I just came to check-up on you?” He asked, trying to show how sincere he was. All he really knew was that there was a falling out between Marin and the rest of her family that was so bad that she refused to come back. He wouldn’t pry or ask details, but he wanted to make sure his friend was okay. Her heart quickened slightly.

“As it’s coming from you, I guess not.” She replied flippantly. Jon honestly could not tell what she was thinking, she’d always been hard to read.

“So while I’m here, why don’t we go somewhere?” Marin sent him a sharp glare, and Jon quickly put his hands up in surrender once more. “Somewhere public of course. And it doesn’t have to be somewhere you visit often! I just wanted to catch up with you is all.”

“If you try anything, I will disassemble you piece by piece with my strongest and dullest kryptonite knife.” She watched the way the boy paled, enjoying the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed back his fear. Why did he think this was a good idea again?

Marin gave him a sharp nod before she turned on her heel and started walking away. Jon stood there for a few moments more, still frozen in shock before he hurried after her. “Wait up Marin! Come on, it’s not like we’re in school right now.”

Marin just rolled her eyes, a small smirk on her lips as she watched Jon running after her. Once Jon was right at her side, her smile was gone without a trace. “Sooo…” Jon began, side eyeing her with a large grin.

“None of your business.” She replied sternly.

“Come on, I didn’t even ask anything yet.” He whined. Marin rolled her eyes, but never faltered in her steps.

“Doesn’t matter, the answer is still the same.”

Jon sighed and crossed his arms, “I just wanted to know if you like anyone you’ve met here.” They walked in silence for a few minutes, before she finally answered. It wasn’t that she hated this type of silence, she just liked making people wait in suspense.

“There are a few people that I’ve come to tolerate.” She replied flippantly. His eyes lit up with curiosity.

“Oooh, is that so? And what have these people done for you to even “tolerate” their existence?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I would, that’s why I asked.” Goodness, she forgot just how infuriating this farmboy was.

“Well isn’t that just a shame, guess you’ll just have to suffer in your curiosity.” She mocked as she weaved through the crowded streets with ease, all while Jon attempted to stay by her side.

“You never were the merciful twin.” He muttered to himself.

“Only when it suits what I need.” She shrugged, stretching her arms slightly. Jon gave a small exasperated huff before they continued walking together in silence. It lasted all of five minutes before Jon slightly nudged her to gain her attention. She raised a silent questioning brow at him, usually he just called her name. She watched as he tilted his head slightly to the left in the direction of a middle aged woman that was glaring at her, and specifically her.

* Marin blinked a few times, trying to see if the woman was familiar at all, because no one glared at her like that without a reason. She felt as Jon moved in slightly, whispering next to her ear, “What’s her deal?”

“If looks could kill,” she started, a small grin creeping up her face, “well, I still wouldn’t care but-”

“She’s glaring at you like you killed her mother or something.” Jon muttered jokingly, cutting her off. Marin didn’t falter in her steps, but it was a near thing as any signs of amusement quickly fled her face. Jon actually pauses and stared at her with a mix of fear and worry in his eyes. “Did…did you ki-”

Marin felt her body snap to attention, a jolt of fear rushing through her. For a second, she thought Bruce was there, waiting to catch her slipping up so he could finally turn her away. But he wasn’t here, she needed to remember that. He. Isn’t. Here. “No?” She tried to give Jon a smile, pulling in as much of Rebecca as possible, but came out as more of a grimace than anything. “At least I don’t think so…” She said trailing off slightly, trying to recall if she actually had done that. Rebecca was always getting lost in thought, she was always the dreamer.

“Marin!” Jon hollered in shock. She needed to focus right now, maybe Rebecca was the wrong mold to use. But she was also very nice and playful, so she’ll stick with it. Rebecca Marin playfully shoved Jon at his shoulder, before continuing her walk, almost skipping down the street, forcing Jon to pick up the pace after her once more.

“What?” She said with a smile, glancing at the seemingly random person one last time before looking forward. “I had many missions. Who knows, maybe she’s a cousin or whatever.” She said in an almost playful tone. She could hear Jon’s muffled groan, but she didn’t care, she just needed to get away from this place. Get away from the people she may have harmed when she was in the League.

Jon watched Marin, he could tell she was currently using one of her molds, it was a little jarring at times, but he understood why she did it. As they walked farther and farther away from the crowds he watched as she slowly removed her mask, returning once more to being Marin. He had seen her do this so many times when they were at school or on missions, but no matter how many times he watched her do it, it never took away the sense of hurt he felt for her.

They stayed silent for another long while, traveling everywhere yet nowhere at once. This time, it was Marin to interrupt the silence, “...You’re not fazed by this?” Her tone was flat, not giving away any of her emotions. Marin was officially back.

“You’re Damian’s sister.” He replied with a nonchalant shrug.

“I’ve done considerably worse than my brother has.” She countered.

“Again, you’re Damian’s sister.” He responded as if that explained everything.

With a small huff of frustration she asked, “Which means?”

“That you and your brother were both raised to be assassins and I? Don’t? Care?” Marinette watched from the corner of her eyes as he tilted his head slightly with an unsure, almost sarcastic, smile.

“So, you're not fazed by my molds?” She asked, raising her brow in challenge.

Jons smile became more of a grimace as he glanced away uncomfortably. “Damian kind of…explained the situation,” he answered hesitantly.

Marin really shouldn’t have been surprised, but as she blinked at Jon, she could admit (never out loud) that she was a little shocked. “...Did he?” Damian always tried to avoid talking about the League, and especially her molds. Damian hated them, so it was a little shocking that he would even tell someone else about them rather than pretending she had Multi-Personality Disorder….Now that she thought about it-NO! She wasn’t going down that rabbit hole right now.

“Yeah…Sorry?” he still wasn’t looking her in the eye. She didn’t like that, but who cares. It’s not like it really mastered in the end. When she looked away from Jon and back to the street in front of her, she noticed that she was in front of the bakery. Well, if he wasn't fazed, then it didn’t really matter who she was right now.

So, with a shrug of her shoulders and a lightness to her step that always seemed to follow Marinette, she replied. “It’s whatever, so what are we going to do later?” She asked with her brightest smile, it almost felt real when she watched Jon’s reaction to her switch.

“Uhhh, homework?” he asked more than stated, obviously unsure where this was headed.

“Sweet! Let’s go.” She cheered as she grabbed ahold of his arm and started dragging him towards the bakery, and away from the eyes she could feel following them.

“Uh-huh.” Jon let her tug him forward with a roll of his eyes, his farm drawl coming out slightly. She would never admit this out loud, but it was nice to have an old friend teammate here, and hopefully for once, she wouldn’t be the reason they got killed.

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beauty-and-passion · 29 days

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TMA - Chapters 11-20: Familiar names, familiar names everywhere

I didn’t make you wait too long, didn’t I? ;)

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MAG 11 - Dreamer

Oh, that’s some heavy foreshadowing.

Instead of a full story, this statement could’ve just been: “Yes, there is a continuative plot and yes, there is some very creepy shit that is coming soon. And we will find out what happened to Gertrude Robinson too”. Thanks, I got the message and it was very convincing too XD

Also, Jon got a few additional points on my list, because if anyone comes in ranting about my death, I would want to hear them too. Thank you, Jon, for being relatable.

(A-ah! Graham! Is he the same Graham from MAG 3? I’m pretty sure about it)

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MAG 12 - First Aid

And right after Graham, Gerard Keay comes back too! That’s so cool, two stories in a row with a recurring character! So I was right, the characters can and will come back.

According to this statement, our man Gerard has already been around for a while, following supernatural shit. This time, it was a burning man, sumeric demons and more burning things. I suppose Gerard doesn't want to live a simple life.

(Also, this supernatural shit reminds me of MAG 9 and that other supernatural shit that blew all lightbulbs. Are they connected? And if you're asking, yes, I will keep naming these things “supernatural shit”, until I will find out if they have a name or not.)

Are you kidding me, my man Gerard died of brain tumor?! Nah, I don’t believe it in the slightest. No, not even with the corpse, so don’t even try: my man is alive, I feel it. He's alive and he's still following some supernatural shit somewhere.

I also noticed this is the second story featuring mysterious eyes. What are all those eyes? Have they a meaning? Will they come back too?

One last thing: Jon loves to diss Martin. First all the “urgh, Martin is useless” comments, now “Martin talks nonsense”. What will he do next, punch him? Come on, man, be a little nicer. I know you will improve because you’re the protagonist or whatever, but for now you really act as if you have a broom stuck up your ass XD

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MAG 13 - Alone

Another statement in which it’s evident the Magnus Institute isn’t very appreciated. I feel we will learn more about this in the future, so I’ll register this information in my mind and wait.

Speaking of the episode, we have two people talking, so I suppose we will have more people talking while being registered too. That only proves to me that this series isn’t just about statements, but that there is a plot that will come sooner or later.

About the story… I don’t know, I think there is something I should remember and I don’t. Maybe the name Evan Lukas? Maybe the umpteenth Michael (Getty, this time)? However, the mysterious fog and the chapel and the cemetery… all along Evan’s weird family… I really don’t know what to think about this story. It looks as if it’s telling me something, but I am not getting it. Maybe it’s nothing and I’m just overthinking it.

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MAG 14 - Piecemeal

Oh, that was interesting! I’m quite sad the supernatural shit took a while to appear, but it was worth it. Whoever Angela is, I don’t want to meet her, nor her hungry supernatural animal or whatever it was the thing that took Mr. Rentoul piece by piece. It was creepy, but also very captivating: a bit like witnessing an incident, you know? That feeling of “it’s horrible, but I can’t stop watching”.

Goddamit Jon, I just scolded you for being too mean with Martin, and now you call him “Useless ass”? I bet you're very funny at parties.

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MAG 15 - Lost Johns’ Cave

Jon might be a bit of an ass, but I agree with him on this one: this is a weird statement indeed.

Wait, not “weird”. “Unexpected” might be the right word.

The statement is just like many others before: it’s a coherent story with a premise, a protagonist, a supernatural element, weird stuff happening and a conclusion. You read it and you immediately realize that the supernatural shit appeared when Alena asked Ms. Popham how lost she was “in a low, grating voice”. I immediately thought that thing talking wasn't Alena anymore, but someone/something that took her place and Ms. Popham luckily escaped from it.

But then the statement ends and Jon tells us a completely different story: the two women hadn't a permit to visit the cave, Ms. Popham was surrounded by candles, then the weird record with the “take her, not me” sentence… that’s not what we just read, that’s another story entirely.

I was so focused on the statement, thinking it was just like all previous ones, I didn’t expect this little twist. And I enjoyed it a lot! I love when an author tricks me or takes me by surprise like that. Great job :D

(When Jon said Martin didn’t want to help with the investigation because he’s claustrophobic, I almost expected Jon to insult him, his parents and all of his ancestors. Luckily, he did not XD)

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MAG 16 - Arachnophobia

Moral of the story: if you kill a momma spider, she will come back for revenge.

But seriously, that was a funny statement. My main concern was for Major Tom: I was praying and hoping he would get out alive and luckily he did. He looked at the ghostly spirit of Spider Mom and thought nope, not gonna mess with her. Better go away for a while and let the human deal with her. I literally smiled when Mr. Vittery said the cat left by giving him a look of pity: sorry bro, he just wanted to live.

But seriously, I really enjoyed the idea of a female spider being so resentful because the human killed her babies with his clumsiness, to come back from the death with the sole purpose of haunting him. Mothers really are the scariest creatures ever - even scarier than the supernatural shit.

(Speaking of the small worms: are they the same from Jane Prentiss' story? Are they related to her?)

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MAG 17 - The Boneturner’s Tale

Woah, this story was packed with people!

Ruth Weaver: I was sure I’d heard this name before. I knew it. So I stopped and checked the previous statements, but couldn’t find her. But still, that was such a familiar name… where is she? Where have I heard it before?

So, I searched on Google and the first result made it clear why I remembered this name so well:

The Ruth Weaver I remember was from goddamn Mandela Catalogue. Maybe it’s just a huge coincidence Mandela and TMA share the same name for a female character, but it’s a funny one. Who took inspiration from whom?

Michael Crew: since I remember the name Michael, the series decided to feed me 200 different Michaels and good luck finding the right one. Will I ever find the right one? Is there even a “right” one or are they just random characters who keep popping up everywhere?

Miss Herne: oh, I remember her! Naomi from MAG 13! And it looks like the Lukas family are patrons of the Magnus Institute. Welp, that doesn’t reassure me the slightest: the Lukas family is creepy, they clearly hide something (read: supernatural shit) and the Magnus Institute isn’t held in high consideration by “normal” people. What does this place hide? I remember MAG 11 and creepy eyes and tentacles/whatever converging into the Institute, so I think it's quite clear there is something inside and I can't wait to see what it is.

Jared Hopworth: that’s another familiar name. But he’s not from the Mandela Catalogue, so I suppose he’s from some TMA fanart of yesteryear I saw and that’s probably why it sounds familiar.

So he became some sort of… flesh-y blob? And was it because of the book? Well… he kinda became the Boneturner mentioned in the title, didn’t he?

Wait… wait… is this what Leutner’s books do? They turn you into the topic/main character? So if someone ever read Ex Altiora, they would’ve lost themselves in space or whatever, while The Boneturner’s Tale turns you into the protagonist? And this is why, every time the guy from MAG 4 looked at Ex Altiora, he had some sort of vertigo?

If I am right, this is fucking cool as hell - and terrifying, sure. But also cool as hell. I am in love with this guy, now. Jurgen Leitner, you are a menace to mankind, but also: this stuff is sick, teach me how to do the same. No, I don't want to kill people in creative ways, I just want to know how you can do it.

Come on, I don't think I'm asking too much. I mean, my previous wish has been fulfilled: I wanted more Leitner books, I got more Leitner books. I just want to know more about him.

One last thing: Martin is sick. Is it because of some supernatural shit in the Institute? Is the supernatural shit attacking him? Is the supernatural shit attacking everyone? I hope nothing bad happens to him: he’s already bullied by his boss, he doesn’t need a supernatural shit bothering him too.

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MAG 18 - The Man Upstairs

Uh, that’s not really a scary statement, but I agree it’s a bit disgusting. Mostly because of the idea of layers of meat stacked on every surface while the old ones are putrid and rotten. Eww but also kudos for making such a vivid image that will haunt my dreams.

Okay, maybe I’m being paranoid now, but Toby Carlisle is another familiar name. This series is made of familiar names only: every name rings a bell, every name makes me question my life, my choices and my life’s choices.

Speaking of the statement, what the heck does even mean that the pile of meat opened “all its eyes”? Is this pile of meat actually Jared Hopworth from the previous statement? Are all these things somehow related to the man “with all the bones in his hand” mentioned in MAG 8?

I want to know more.

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MAG 19 - Confession

Holy shit, I would’ve never expected this.

I just mentioned MAG 8 and here we have Father Edwin Burroughs from MAG 8. Is the series listening to me and my thoughts? I am scared.

It’s kinda funny I recognized him not by his name, but by Annie’s name. I simply thought: hey, what if she’s the same nurse? And yes, she was. And that’s how I recognized him too. Am I an idiot for not noticing it? Maybe, but I'll blame all these goddamn familiar names that are messing with me :P

Aside from that, this story is very interesting, because we see what happened with this priest before MAG 8, we see his perspective during MAG 8 and we have a spoiler of what happened after MAG 8. Sure, it was just a spoiler because the author of this series is a bad person who wants to tease me all the time, but you know what? I love it. I want to find out the next part of Father Burroughs’ statement. I want to know more about him. I want to know more about this incident.

Also, I love how all the stories are slowly connecting into a huge web. Cool, but I fear I will lose track of something, so if I lost any connection between these chapters and the previous ones, please let me know.

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MAG 20 - Desecrated Host

As soon as I heard “Continuation of the statement of Father Edwin Burroughs…”, I literally exclaimed: “YES!”. TMA's author truly is the biggest teaser of all time <3

Oh boy, this statement was like a drug trip. We had a preview with Not-Father-Singh/the demon/whatever that listed Father Burroughs’ sins and that was disturbing already... but then we have the mass and oh gosh, that was a wild trip.

The parishioners, the sound of the bell, the Host that is not a Host because it’s goddamn human flesh... my favorite moment is when Father Burroughs or the parishioners try to talk, but instead of hearing a voice, all he can hear is the sound of a bell. It's such an uncanny, unsettling, creepy image, it scared me more than any disgusting shit. Amazing <3

I also really like how Jon turned, for a moment, into a little detective and realizes that hey, according to the hints, there should’ve been another person with Father Burroughs. And I bet everything that it was the same supernatural shit that looked like Father Singh first and the altar server later.

And finally, how can we close this statement (and this post too), if not with another familiar name? As soon as I heard “Breekon and Hope Deliveries”, I knew it was the same delivery company from MAG 2.

I am enjoying all of this so. Goddamn. Much.

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In conclusion

So far we got:

supernatural shit

people dealing/being involved with the supernatural shit

200 books wreaking havoc all over the world

a delivery company that delivers supernatural shit

Well, the world of this series is surely growing bigger and larger! After 20 stories, it’s clear that there is a bigger scheme, that these stories are connected somehow and that the Magnus Institute plays a role in all of this - other than just “being the place where all the statements about the supernatural are”.

If I was curious after 10 chapters, I’m even more curious now. I want to see where this story brings me. I want to read more and find out more connections. I want to be surprised and to be tested, I want a good brain scratch and I want to be captivated by this story.

I can’t wait to see if it is truly as well-written, well-planned as it seems or if it's just me being blinded by hope.

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(How about a coffee? ☕)

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