#meg's reactions were precious too

[pixiedust-95]

Sundress Temptation

Summary: Toji x reader You're clearly horny for your best friend's dad and he knows. After all, he is too.

C/W: Explicit content. Pining, jealousy, misunderstanding, objectification I guess. Age gap, Daddy kink, praise kink, lots of pet names, thigh riding, fingering, multiple orgasms, tiny baby hint of other kinks. A bunch of dirty talk, probably too much. ehehe ok bye

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You’re so obvious. It’s precious, really.

He thinks you’re not even fully aware. He’ll catch you while he’s in the middle of an angry rant about work, your eyes both unfocused and at the same time heavily fixated on his hands. He won’t even finish what he was saying, just looks amused as you blink slowly, owlishly. He’ll flex his fingers a little, even, showing off how big they are, how they can move, what they could do to you. This affects you greatly, by the way your eyes become half-lidded with lust, and your thighs press together with need.

This affects him greatly, too. Before he remembers who he is.

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

You gasp, shocked back into your reality, a reality where he isn’t touching you with those godly hands. “S-sorry, I… just got a little lost in thought.”

He hums innocently. “About what?”

Just because he can’t have you, doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun.

He enjoys the way your cheeks redden, as you become suddenly unable to look at him. “Just uh, you know, college shit. Bunch of assignments, gotta ask Meg a couple things.”

His eyes darken a little. “Right. Go on then, he’s upstairs, I got a couple of calls to make.”

“Ah, okay, uh good seeing you Toji-san.”

He notices your furtive glance at his hands again before he moves into the kitchen to quench his growing thirst.

You’ve been staring.

He knows. He’s been staring at you even longer.

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He remembers the first time you met. Meg casually mentioned that a new friend would be coming over right then and there alongside Yuji and he wanted to introduce his dad, and not that Toji would care ordinarily, but he was in the middle of getting ready for a date and not happy about the interruption.

Until he saw you. Pretty, sweet, polite you, looking incredibly flustered as he was still topless, having not finished getting dressed, indignantly telling his son to make it quick – not that he regretted seeing your reaction.

“Alright, you can finish getting ready for your date now, dad.”

He noticed your expression shift, more downcast, and told you all it had suddenly been cancelled (his date is still pissed to this day).

After that first conversation he learned that you shared a few classes with Meg and Yuji, that you were top of the class (after Meg, he didn’t fail to clarify smugly), that you were extremely competitive (judging by your resulting pout), but blindingly kind and caring, speaking nothing but praise about the two boys.

He saw the way Megumi looked at you as you spoke, and learned something else.

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You came over several more times after that, disappearing into Megumi’s room for long periods of time. He never asked what you kids were up to, his son sheepishly mumbling about homework before dragging you up there. He didn’t want to think about it.

You would without fail come down to see him, though. Usually under some pretense of getting water, a snack, Megumi falling asleep early. Not in a hurry to go home, somehow comfortable enough to just hang around him, ask him about his work, watch shitty TV together.

It was the best part of his day.

--- “Toji-san?”

He murmurs your name almost in wonder as he opens the front door. He was just thinking about you, and here you are.

“Hey darling, Meg’s not here at the moment.”

He notices a couple of very intriguing details. Subtle, yet perceptible to someone who has watched you so much he can count the freckles on your face. Your lips, always captivating, look extra enchanting today, tinted red with a sheen. But what he really appreciates is your cute sundress, a dainty, floral piece with an alluring thigh slit, and a neckline that accentuates your cleavage. You look… very nice today. His eyes wander over the exposed flesh greedily as you speak.   

“Oh yeah, I know he’s away. Sorry, guess it’s habit to come here, I can leave if you’re busy-“

“Stay. Uh, come in, I just finished a workout.”

He doesn’t mean for that to draw your attention to him in particular, it was the truth, but enjoys the way your eyes rake over his sweaty body nevertheless before bouncing inside with a newfound spring in your step. He tuts silently with a smile as he lets you in. You were so energetic. And so horny.

“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you anything? Tea? Water? Beer?”

You smile teasingly. “I’ll have what you’re having.”

“Water first,” for a thirsty girl, he jokes to himself.

“Mm yes please!”

He’d heard you beg before in his dreams. He shakes that thought off as he fills up two glasses. When he comes back you’re spread on the couch, on your back, absentmindedly watching the news. He uses the moment before you see him to appreciate your figure, eyes wandering over your thighs and the way the hem of your little dress rises as you stretch your arms back with a yawn. He feels a growing ache, one that he needs to address before it gets worse.

“Water for the pretty lady.”

You beam beautifully at him, reaching for the glass and hurriedly taking gulps, uncaring of the way drops trickle past your lips, down the column of your neck, reaching your cleavage. He doesn’t think it’s an accident when your finger dips slightly below the v-neckline of your dress to catch a drop, tracing it back up your chest, and he imagines his tongue doing the same.

“I’m showering.” Toji announces suddenly. “Uh, you know where the beer is if you want.”

--- Fucking tease, he thinks without any malice, chanelling that energy into furiously palming his cock as water runs down his body. An array of images is brought forth to his mind, spurring him along. Your plump lips hungrily swallowing the water, how they could fit so perfectly against his. Your smooth thighs, looking so touchable, so kissable, how they could wrap around his waist as he grabs at your ass. Your cute doe eyes, looking so interested in what he has to say, when he groans about work, when he admits he doesn’t know how to be a better father to his son, filling him with warmth when you reassure him that he’s doing good. That he’s not a complete fuck-up.

The hungry way you unashamedly undress him mentally, look at him pleadingly.

Would you look at him like that as he’s stuffing his cock into your mouth? Like he’s giving you everything you ever wanted? Begging him not to stop?

--- Once he feels he has regained enough control to survive whatever sultry performance you throw at him, he joins you for a beer. You’re looking at some of the framed photos sitting on the coffee table. He digs out an album and shows you pictures of baby Megumi which you coo at cutely. You have a different reaction to seeing a younger Toji, and shyly ask to see more.

“What, old me not hot enough for ya?”

“Y-of course you are and that was a rhetorical question wasn’t it?”

He laughs, pleased by your reddening cheeks, and can’t help pinching one slightly.

“Toji-san!” You whine, and he has to work extra hard to remain composed.

“You’re just too cute not to tease, sorry darling.”

As he continues showing you pictures and regaling you with stories whilst you finish up your beers, you end up moving closer until your head is resting comfortably on his chest, his arm instinctively moving to wrap around your shoulders. His fingers trail down one of your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He barely notices until you stutter in the middle of a comment, and then he sees you fixating on the way his hand encloses around yours, teasingly tracing your fingers.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, noting your reaction; your breathing gets a little heavier, your legs press together. He also looks for any sign of discomfort, of any awareness of the situation you might show. He’s certainly aware, but too entranced to stop.

You hum, with a hint of intrigue. “Your hands… they’re big.”

“Hm?”

Before he can really do anything about it, you’ve taken a hold of his hand, examining his digits, and stick your tongue out to give a curious little lick. He inhales sharply. You slowly coax one, then two of his fingers into your mouth and he stops breathing.

When he finds his voice, he tries to be the grown-ass adult he should be. “Baby.”

You moan at the petname, and he silently berates himself because of course he knows you like that.

“You should’t-we can’t. Megumi.”

Your lips release his fingers with a‘pop’ that resounds temptingly. “Mmm, Megumi doesn’t need to know I’m sucking his Daddy’s fingers.”

Toji groans more desperately, feeling a sudden tightness in his pants. “Stop, he doesn’t deserve this.”

You huff, slightly irritated. “Deserve what? He only thinks it’s a little weird I’m into you but like, he’s fine with it.”

“He-what? You’ve… discussed this?”

“Well, I don’t tell him all the details,” you whisper with a smirk. “He doesn’t know the thoughts I have. What I want you to do. What I want to do to you. But he says it’s none of his business, as long as I’m happy and you don’t hurt me. And I don’t think you will. Unless I want you to.”

His pupils blow a little wider at how confident you’re being at playing the seductress. He just needs to confirm…

“None of his business, huh? So I got this completely wrong? You’re not dating?”

You pause in confusion, before letting out a cackle of disbelief. “You’ve really not noticed? The way he looks at Yuji? Poor little me has to hear all about it everytime I come over.”

No. No he hadn’t, really. Because he’s always been looking at you, though he supposes he could figure it out in retrospect. Before he can ponder this revelation (and how to best show his support to his son), you sit up to face him, palms placed flat against his chest. His heart hammers, wondering what you’ll do. Then, against his expectations, you press a kiss on his cheek, and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Wide-eyed, he soon reciprocates, hands rubbing up and down your back as he hears your meek confession.

“I’m sure it’s obvious but I… I really like you. But like, more than just a “I wanna fuck my best friend’s dad”. Which is definitely true.”

He chuckles against your head. “I know. And for the record, I feel the same.”

“You wanna fuck your best friend’s dad?”

“Funny. Seriously sweetheart, I can’t even tell you how much you mean to me. Just your company is more than enough, wouldn’t have even dreamed you’d want more.”

“I dream about it all the time. You wanna know what I dream about?”

The teasing lilt comes back, and he smirks. “Why don’t you show me?”

Your hands move up and down his chest, eyes wandering towards his groin, his thighs, before meeting his intense gaze.

“Can I kiss you?”

You ask so sweetly, and before he knows it, his lips press against yours first, fingers tangling themselves in your hair. It’s a few curious kisses, leading to longer, lingering ones before you pull away breathlessly.

“No fair, I was gonna do that first!”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist. You can take the lead for the rest, if you like.”

It’s not often he gives up control to anyone, but if it’s you…

“Hmm, no, want you to. Maybe next time.”

He grins wildly, pushing you down onto the coach and following suit for several more kisses. The offer is still there, but he’s nonetheless thrilled you want him to take the reins. You sigh happily against him as his tongue glides against your bottom lip, licking your lipgloss, and then your tongue. You explore each other languidly, enjoying the taste, the feel of something you had both been longing for, for so long. He pulls away, a string of saliva briefly connecting you, and once again he looks. At your disoriented expression, eyes fluttered shut, drool catching at the side of your pretty mouth (which he licks at), chest heaving temptingly. Your back arches with need, unable to quite express what it is you need, just letting out little moans as he kisses down your neck, a greedy hand trailing up your thigh, dragging the hem of your dress with it.

“These are the fingers your little mouth sucked on,” he muses, and you clench your thighs together until he pulls them apart and lifts them up around his hips. “What did you imagine, hm? What do you want these fingers to do?”

“Don’t-don’t know-ah!”

His hand rubs at the top of your thigh, enjoying the warmth of your skin there. You tighten your legs around him, moving your hips to try and catch his hand where you need him. “Don’t know, huh? You were pretty vocal earlier, you know.” He suckles at your neck, a finger ghosting over your panties much to your delight judging by the the needy moan that elicits, before pulling away.

“Fuck, Toji!”

Toji snickers, ignoring his growing ache and instead wrapping his arms under your arching back to pull you onto his lap.  “God you’re so horny sweetheart aren’tcha? I make you feel like that?”

“Y-yeah,” you sniffle, “always feel like that around you.”

“Hmm?” He spurs you on as one of his large hands sweeps down your neck towards a breast, slowly swirling a clothed nipple with his palm, eliciting gasps. “Poor baby. So sensitive, yeah?”

Your mouth is open, eyes fluttering shut as you ground down against his clothed thigh. “A-ah, feelssogood, please, please,”

There was the begging he couldn’t stop dreaming about.

“Please… who?”

Your eyes screw shut even tighter, almost stunned that he knows exactly what you’re thinking, what you like, what he is to you. But then, you suppose you’ve never been that subtle.

Toji thinks he’s taken it too far when you don’t answer, musing that he won’t push it for now, maybe another time, until he hears your voice so faintly he almost misses it.

“D-daddy, please…” you breathe out, head bowing down to the crook of his neck to hide your embarassment. “Please make me feel good.”

He exhales sharply, cock twitching, as his hand comes to stroke your head that burrows even further into him. “Good girl.”

He moves you up slightly so you’re sitting snuggly on his groin, letting you resume your needy grinding on him. He groans in your ear, still stroking your hair. “I’ll do, ha, whatever you want baby. Can help you come however you want.”

You hump him even faster at that, more desperately, and his other hand strokes down your back almost in reassurance.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Wanna come on my lap like this? Sound like you’re real close.”

He can feel your warmth, your wetness, dampening through the fabric of your panties and his trousers. Your little mewls drive him crazy, going straight to his cock. One of the delicate straps of your dress has fallen past your shoulder, inviting him to kiss, then bite the flesh there. Moving down, he decides he must pay service to your beautiful tits, and so he pulls the other strap down and nudges the neckline until he’s greeted by your perked up nipples.

Immediately, his tongue flicks against one before capturing it in his mouth and sucking desperately. You cry out, wail, hips moving erratically until he feels a flood of wetness.

“Fuck baby, did you come?”

You almost start sobbing. “Please, not enough, please,”

“Need you to use your words, what do you need?”

“Just, touch me, anything, please, my-my pussy.”

“Lift up your dress.”

The gentle, authorative tone has you scrambling to obey. He groans appreciatively at your submissiveness and the huge wet patch visible on your panties.

“Take your panties off too, darling.”

He wants to say more, wants to gush at how pretty you are, but he knows how needy you are for him. Almost as much as he needs you.

You rush to remove the offending clothing, flinging it away before resuming your previous position, and he only allows a brief moment to stare, enthralled at your wet little pussy and throbbing clit, dripping and clenching on his lap, before his hand cups you there, fingers moving to rub up and down your slit, rubbing the slick that gathers onto your clit. You wail again before biting your lip. “Fuck, so wet baby. Turn around.”

Again, without question, you turn to sit on his lap, legs spreading as far as they’ll go to give him all the access he needs. “Want Daddy’s fingers inside?”

“Yes, yes yes,”

He smiles, pushes his middle finger inside, and finds he cannot stop talking from there.

“Jesus you're so tight, so wet around me. Want another? Want me to stretch your little cunt? There we go- don’t know how we’re gonna get my cock in you sweetheart, it’s gonna be a big fit but I know you can take it, you’re so good for me. Can fucking feel you dripping all over, gonna fuck you with my fingers, okay?”

You can barely keep up with his words but nod ferociously at the prospect of his thick fingers fucking you, and when they do you keen. “A-ah Daddy, so-good-“

You dimly register the movement of his hips as he presses his hard cock, still confined in his now stained sweatpants, against your back. He kisses your hairline before moving to your ear. “Good thing no one’s here, your messy pussy’s being so loud baby.”

It’s fucking unfair, how relatively composed he seems whilst saying the dirtiest things to rile you up. It’s certainly hard not to notice the squelching as his fingers pound into you, so unashamedly loud, resounding in the room as you drip down his fingers, down your legs (and his), and onto the couch. You squirm uncontrollably, so much so he has to hook one of his legs over your thigh to keep it spread open, arm tightening its hold across your waist as you take his relentless fingerfucking like his good little girl. When his fingers curl you gasp and sob, stuttering out incomphrensible words that let him know you’re close again.  

“Ffffuck I-fuck p-pleasepleaseplease gonna-fuck-coming!”

“Do it for me princess, come,, let it all out, then you’re gonna taste yourself since you like my fingers in your mouth so much, hm? My filthy girl.”

You let out a broken scream, muffled by his lips on yours as you gush around him, hands reaching out to grasp at his wrist, unsure if you’re needing him to stop or continue.

“Ah, fuck,” you gasp out when he pulls away, the hand holding you against him rubbing comfortingly at your skin.

“You come so beautifully, sweetheart.”

You give a watery smile, still overwhelmed with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Heh, thanks.”

“Can you open your mouth for me?”

You do so dutifully without much thought, awaiting his fingers. He waits a little, looking tenderly at your mouth. “Tongue out.”

Your tongue peeks out instantly. Humming in acknowledgement, he finally takes his fingers from your still spasming pussy, observing the creamy essence that coats them, and wipes them against your tongue with a fascinated stare. “Such a good girl, cleaning her pussy juices off my fingers. Suck them.”

You moan at your taste, mouth enclosing around his fingers once again, making sure to lick every last bit off.

“Hm, can’t wait to taste your pretty cunt. Bet it tastes so sweet”

You release his fingers with a whine. “Can’t wait – need your cock. Now.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s cock needs to be inside you too. Let’s go to my bedroom, hm? Don’t want our first time to be on the couch.”

“Even though I’ve already made a mess of it?” You snigger, but lift your arms up around his neck anyway so he can carry you. You snuggle into his neck, feeling warm, cared for, at home, loving how easily he picks you up. The journey into his room takes too long for your liking, but you pacify yourself through kisses against his neck, first gentle, then gradually nipping at the skin, smiling at the resulting groan. “Like a little pain, Toji?”

A low growl resounds, rumbling deep from his chest. “You’re being a brat.”

“Hmm maybe we’ll have to explore that. I’d love to mark you all over.”

He responds by throwing you on the bed. “The only thing we’ll be exploring is my cock inside your tight little cunt, got it?”

You try to behave the meek little girl, biting your lip to sell the acquiescent, submissive act, but it cannot quite stop the upturn of your lips as you mentally bookmark his reaction, which includes his very noticeable erection. “Okay, Daddy. Come fuck me now, please?”

His eyes soften as he moves closer until he’s standing in front of you at the bottom of the bed. You look up at him as he cups your face, comprehending the pause in mood. “You sure?”

“I would hope nothing in my behaviour yet suggests otherwise. Yes, Toji, I am completely sure.” You pull him down until your lips meet, doing your best to convey as much assurance and desire as you can in a kiss. Your hands move to the hem of his shirt, fingers curling under to move it up his torso. “Want you. Please take me.”

After another desperate kiss, you both pull the clothing off, and you hungrily take in the sight of his broad, strong chest, fingers trailing down the firm plane of his abs. “Fuck. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

“If it’s even half as much as me thinking about you… it’s a lot.” He cuts himself off with a groan as you kiss and lick down his torso, hands palming at his clothed erection before pulling down his sweatpants.

You moan even a little too lewdly for you at the sight of his cock springing up to greet you. A frazzled part of your brain wants to talk to it, but mostly you want to taste him. Your tongue swipes across the angry, red tip, and he curses roughly. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, hand wrapping around the base and pumping up and down, wanting to feel the hot firmness of his length. “I’m serious. Can’t stop thinking about how you’d taste, fuck myself to the thought every night. Want you in my mouth so deep, wanna choke on you. Heh you’re so big, don’t think I could take half of it.”

You move as if to test that hypothesis, mouth positioned at his tip, until he roughly pushes you onto your back. “No,” his voice comes out strangled. “Not now. Need to be in you, now.”

You pout only for a second before the fluttering of your pussy reminds you that you need that too and sucking the life out of his cock can wait for another day. Maybe tomorrow. So, you nod frantically.

He launches himself at you, kissing over your face, before moving back to remove your dress. “This dress.” He pauses, almost unsure what he was going to say, as if his mouth moved ahead of his brain. “You look beautiful.”

You beam. “I tried for you. So don’t rip it off, okay?”

“It is very tempting,” he grunts, but manages to remove it without a hitch, placing more feverish kisses on your breasts and running his hands up and down the sides of your body. You immediately hook your legs around him, needing to rub against his bare cock. “Wait-condom in the drawer.”

“I’m safe,” you whisper after a pause, almost shyly. “Is-is that okay? Are you? Wanna feel you.”

He strokes the side of your face tenderly, wanting to commit the next scene to memory. “Yeah baby? Sure?”

Your nod prompts him to rub his leaking tip up and down your slit, and you sigh, arms tightening around his neck to bring him in for another kiss. As he pushes the head of his cock into you slowly, your mouth hangs open against his, gasps from you both mingling together. He pulls back slightly before pushing in again, and continues shallow thrusts of just his tip, getting you adjusted. You squelch lewdly around him with every movement.

“A-ah, more,” you pant softly, “please, m’ready.”

Not wanting to tease either of you much longer after all the build-up, he pushes in slowly, watching your face reverently as your eyes flutter shut and your mouth hangs open. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

“S’good,” you barely get out, your voice sounding tight. “Just-slow.”

“’Course, pretty girl.”

Repeating the same movement as before, he pulls back, and pushes in more of his length, fucking you slowly, accompanied by soft kisses until you whine and try to pull more of him in. “T-Toji, you can go faster now.”

“Hold on baby, let me get all the way inside.”

Your eyes open, widening at the words. “Oh you-huh, you’re big.”

He snorts. “You saw it.”

“Yeah well, I think you gained a couple more inches since-ah!”

He thrusts particularly deeply, pushing the last few inches of his cock inside. “Fuck,” he groans, “Sorry, are you okay?”

You breathe shakily against his ear. “Y-yeah, fuck, fuck, you’re, can really feel you in there.”

Pausing to relish in the godly feel of your wet warmth hugging his cock, he looks down at your taut body to where you both are connected, groaning deeply when he notices the slight bulge on your abdomen, especially when he presses down against it. “Yeah, Daddy’s really splitting you open, hm? How do you feel?”

You sniff, hips trying to move against him, though he doesn’t budge. “Full. Don’t want you to leave.”

“Don’t think I could bear leaving at this point.”

His hands find purchase on your thighs, spreading your legs wide so he’s free to move. When he pulls back almost all the way and slams into you, you give a sinful wail that would almost concern him if not for your encouraging declarations that urge him on.

“Yesss, yesyesyes, fuck, fuck you feelsogood, ha-“

He quickens his pace, cock twitching as tears spill from the corner of your eyes and you continue to babble in delight. “So pretty baby,” he moans, kissing away the salty wetness from your face, “and so fucking tight, dripping on my big cock, I’m so proud.”

He feels you clench at the praise.

“Wanna keep you on my cock all the time. While I work, around my friends, show them how good you take me. Can I show them?”

You let out a hoarse cry, feeling your cunt, clit, heart throb. “Use me, Daddy. However you want. I’m yours.”

He growls, pushing your knees even further back until they almost touch your shoulders, pounding into you with renewed urgency. You can do nothing but helplessly take it, tightening quickly around him especially when the movement creates friction against your clit with every slam.

“D-don’t stop, please!” You let out a pretty whine.

As if he would. He was addicted.

“Gonna take good care of you, okay? Such a good girl for me,” he coos, seeing your eyebrows crease in a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. The shift in expression that signals you reaching your peak is just mesmerising to him; he loves how transparent you are with your pleasure. “Gonna come again for Daddy? Is this pretty pussy gonna get all messy around me?”

Your mouth hangs open as you squeal, feeling the tightening coil begin to snap. “D-daddy yesyes I’m coming-ah!”

Body thrashing within the limited space between his own caging yours, he helps you ride your orgasm out as he keeps pumping inside you, cock drenched with your juices. He lets out a guttural groan as he joins you in his own euphoric bliss, spilling inside you.

It feels like time stops for you, adrift in another dimension where you need to hold on to each other as tightly as possible lest you drift away.

Eventually you feel your soul return, but you still clutch at him desperately, a stifled sob escaping. Toji looks almost alarmed, forcing his collapsed body to shift to the side so he can scoop you into him more easily. “Darling, you alright?”

“Yeah,” you sniff, breathing heavily still, “it was really good, I just… feel…”

Overwhelmed, vulnerable? You can’t seem to verbalise it, but he thinks he understands. He doesn’t say anything, just squeezes you to him and rubs over your back in a soothing, repetitive motion. “Just need a moment, yeah? I’ll take care of you.”

The words bring forth a giggle. “You just did.”

“There are many ways to take care of a beautiful girl. One way is with my very talented dick. Another is cuddling, followed by cleaning her up, followed by more cuddling.”

“Hmm. And chocolate?”

“Chocolate could be involved.”

You nuzzle into him, smiling against his skin. “Thank you. That was, um, pretty incredible.”

He can think of many smug comments to say, about his performance, about how your three orgasms speak for itself, about how he’s so fucking relieved you’re not dating his son. He simply kisses you, one kiss for each of those thoughts as your limbs entangle.

You lay in his arms for a good while, until a thought nags at you.

“When is Megumi supposed to be back?”

“Hey Dad, I’m home.” A voice rings out from downstairs.

Well, there’s your answer.

“Wh-WHY is there underwear on the couch-DAD!”

“Ah, shit,” Toji mumbles into your hair, breathing you in deeply.

“Hm,” you look thoughtful for a second. “Well if he’s coming up anyway… MEGUMI, CAN YOU GET US SOME CHOCOLATE FROM THE KITCHEN PLEASE? THANKS.”

“What the fuck?!”

Toji sighs, unhappy about the incoming disturbance. Resigned to the inevitable chaos, he gives you a final kiss before wrestling you into his shirt. After all, he’s the only one who gets to look at you like this now.

#toji x reader #jjk smut #toji smut #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen

[takecareluv]

omg meg baby imagine giving steve a haircut <3 he’s like so anxious at first n then he gets so so relaxed n he’s lowkey nappijg by the end and u wake him up and he’s like. hm? with the softest voice ever <3 <3

— @inkluvs (ivy)

mr. perfect hair | steve harrington x reader

word count : 777

author's note : omg it’s so funny you sent this in because i’m literally getting a hair cut tmr !! anyway. . . this is my first stevie request :3 eeek im a little nervous. i hope it's okay! <3

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although you adored your boyfriend's infamous hair more than anyone, even you could admit he was in dire need of a trim. getting steve to agree, however, would take some serious convincing on your part. especially considering his last trip to the barber shop was, in steve's words, "scarring for life". he didn't leave the house for almost a month after the disastrous haircut without any sort of hat atop his head.

luckily for you, you had that boy wrapped around your finger — knowing exactly what it would take to get your stevie to do just about anything you asked, including giving his precious hair a little trim.

. . .

adorned in your boyfriend's favorite dress, and shoes to match, you pulled a fresh batch of your homemade chocolate chip cookies out of the oven — baked to perfection — and placed them next to a bottle of steve's preferred beer, waiting for his arrival.

as if on queue, steve walked through the doorway, smiling at the sight of you before abruptly pausing due to the sweetness that filled not only the air, but now his senses. "i know that smell. those are your bribery cookies... what are you up to?" he questioned with a suspicious but ever so loving look, preparing himself to inevitably say yes to whatever it is you were about to ask of him.

"well... you see i just made an appointment for a haircut and i was thinking maybe it's time you get one too," you smiled hesitantly, attempting to gauge his reaction.

"i don't know, baby. i don't think i can go back to that salon. they messed up big time. practically ruined me. i can't be steve 'the hair' harrington with no hair."

you rolled your eyes at his dramatics before cutting off the rest of his rant, "i'll do it for you, stevie." noticing him soften at your plea, you continued, "please let me do it for you? can't see those beautiful eyes of yours with all that hair in the way." you spoke calmly while looking up at him with your award-winning puppy dog eyes, hoping it would do the trick.

after a brief moment of silent contemplating, steve let out a loud sigh, "fine." you began to jump up and down in celebration. "but," he emphasized, "only a little bit, baby. no more than an inch, okay?"

you nodded excitedly in response.

"you promise?" steve gave a pointed look, holding his pinkie finger up towards you, waiting for your own to intertwine with his. "i promise, stevie! i'll do just enough to get off all the dead ends, that's it!"

"hey! I don't have dead ends. my hair is perfect!"

"keep telling yourself that pretty boy," you teased while ruffling his truly perfect hair.

. . .

after a few minutes of anxiousness, steve remembered it was only you doing his hair, not some stranger who didn't know the first thing about him, but you. you who probably saw his hair more than he did. you who knew exactly how he liked it styled. he knew he could trust you, he could always trust you.

as you began to gently brush through his ends, you felt him relax and even lean into your touch, letting out a long, content sigh.

knowing he was finally calm enough, you grabbed the scissors you had prepared next to you and slowly started to snip away at his hair, small pieces descending to the floor after every cut.

soon after, you were making one last snip before placing the scissors down and brushing your fingers through steve's soft strands, noticing the way your boyfriend's eyes began to flutter closed.

"feel good, stevie?"

goosebumps cover his body from your whispered words and soft touches. "yes," he hummed in response. "can you play with my hair forever, sweetheart?"

"i'm not sure about forever, but i'll try my best. do you wanna see how it looks?"

he shakes his head. "if you did it, i'm sure it's perfect." pressing a quick kiss to your temple while guiding you towards the couch. "right now i just want you to keep playing with my hair. please?" practically begging at this point, how could you say no to your sweet boy.

. . .

you remain on the couch for the rest of the night, steve's head resting on your lap while you give him all the head scratches he wants and deserves, almost lulling him right to sleep.

"i hope you know you're the only one who's allowed to cut my hair from now on, sweetheart."

you giggle. "are you sure you can afford me? i'm pretty expensive. and those head scratches are extra you know."

#stevie <3 #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine

[tsarisfanfiction]

Hide and Seek

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family Characters: Michael, Apollo, Piper, Meg, Jason Michael wasn't expecting to stumble across his mortal father in his latest escape attempt. Now if only his dad would do the sensible thing and get off the floating villa Michael's been trying to escape for the past two years. TOApril day 24 - Unexpected Allies. This is a spin-off AU from mine and @stereden's fic A Single Drachma, where instead of his escape from Caligula meaning he missed the TBM drama of canon... well. This happened. I may or may not tackle this AU properly later on, but for now here's a pilot of what could be. There are characters I've not written much if at all before in here, so please bear with any oocness that may have occurred as I start to get to grips with them.

Michael didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t this.

More fucking big eared furry menaces hounding him with the bows that he just wished he could get his hands on?  He’d rather not because they meant trouble, but they were a possibility.

Brainwashed humans and stupid cyclopes working together to pin him down and drag him back to his dressed-up fucking prison?  Second most likely, and preferred out of the two – even without a weapon he had a chance of wriggling past them.

The horse?  Fuck off, but also a known quantity.  Same for the deluded creepy freak that called himself an emperor-god and kept telling Michael he was going to replace Apollo.  If he never saw either of them again it would be too fucking soon, but so far his luck hadn’t been that good.

It hadn’t been good at all.  If it was, he wouldn’t have been stuck on these fucking boats for the past two years.  Michael was very, very sick of water everywhere he looked.  There was land around them at the moment, some bay or other, although he had no idea which one.  He didn’t care, either, as long as he could finally get away, and there had been enough noise going on that something was happening, and he had another chance to slip away – if he could get onto one of those landing boats unnoticed.

Then the lightning had struck the boat he was on, blowing apart enough of it that the freaky sound-proofing that Michael hated so much cracked open and the noise of fighting was right there.

Lightning.  Striking a boat.

Michael had been a demigod long enough to know that lightning didn’t just strike for no reason.

He shrunk back into the shadows as more of the freak’s goons – one of them a cyclops – ran towards the broken cabin and yanked open the door with enough force that it almost came off its hinges.  The freak was not going to be happy about the destruction of one of his precious boats, and Michael almost wished he could see his reaction.

Almost.

He still wanted to get the fuck away more.

Then the freak’s goons dropped dead, and Michael saw opportunity.  He hated to admit it, but with two years’ worth of failed escape attempts, it was pretty damning evidence that he wasn’t going to get away without some help.  It was either going to save or damn him, but he needed to know if there were more anti-freaks on the ship – if there were, he was joining their fucking party no matter what they said.

Michael stayed low as he nudged the door open, pushing it without actually standing in the doorway, because he’d seen how fast those idiots had dropped and wasn’t going to get himself killed by being like them.

Gold weapons flashed out at the empty space, lower than he’d anticipated – a shorter warrior than he’d accounted for – and proved his paranoia right.

“I’m not with those bastards,” he said, keeping his voice low – because sound travelled on the water and the freak might be several boats over but that didn’t make him necessarily out of earshot – but clear.  He was well aware his outfit didn’t help matters, with the stupid white-and-blue sailor crap the freak loved so much, but that wasn’t his fucking choice, either.  Still, he poked his head cautiously around the doorframe, keeping a hand raised where whoever was in there could see it.

It was a bad fucking idea, he knew it was, but two years was enough to make him more than a little bit fucking desperate, okay?

There were four of them in there – closest to the door, with those dangerous-looking twin golden blades, was a black haired girl about his height, and probably a similar age to Kayla (if Kayla hadn’t fallen, and no, Michael wasn’t going to think about seeing his youngest sister fall from the fucking bridge right now).  The other teenagers were all a couple of years younger than him, maybe Will’s age or a bit older, but they had the clear air of demigods, and Michael hadn’t seen any of those in two years.

Demigods on a quest, even if there was too many of them, technically.  If the kid was part of it.

She certainly gripped her weapons like she knew how to use them.

“Michael?”

It was his name, soft and broken and unexpected, and it came from the curly haired brown boy clutching an arrow in his hands.

“You know this guy?” the older girl asked, and the other boy – this one blond – peered at him from behind his glasses in a way that looked distinctly Athena-kid-like, except for the bright blue eyes.

“I- yes,” Curly said, sounding like he’d seen a fucking ghost, and Michael scowled at him.  He didn’t recognise him at all – he hadn’t been a camper two years ago, none of them had been, Michael didn’t recognise any of them.  Not the unruly brown curls, not the nasty case of acne, not his voice or even the bow that he used.

Then he made eye contact.

He’d heard the saying ‘eyes are the window to the soul’ many times, but he’d always dismissed it at romanticised bullshit.  Eyes were eyes and they came in many colours and shapes and emotions, but the idea of them being more had never settled well with him.

Curly’s eyes were an unfamiliar blue, but there was something in them that was familiar, that made Michael unwillingly think of camp, of his siblings, of dreams and sun-warmth.  Of all the things he’d missed for the past two years, wrapped up into one condensed thing.

“Dad?” he asked, and it was stupid, Apollo wouldn’t be fucking here, except-

Except it was, wasn’t it?

Fuck.

“Michael!”  The arrow dropped to the ground, and Curly – Apollo, really, what the actual fuck, what had taken him so fucking long and Michael wasn’t stupid, Apollo hadn’t expected to see him – grabbed him in a desperate embrace.

“How many do you have?” the younger girl asked, but she wasn’t threatening Michael with her swords so he was going to take that.  She went unanswered as Apollo started crying into Michael’s shoulder, blubbing things about you’re alive that Michael immediately decided to shut up in a box and not acknowledge until after he was off the fucking floating villa once and for all.

With his dad there, it seemed a lot more possible, even if there was something really weird about him.

“What the fuck is going on?” Michael demanded, intentionally cutting off Apollo’s words.

“That’s what I want to know,” the older girl said, and Michael could see the way her eyes were inspecting his clothes with suspicion.  “So tell me why you’re here.”

Her voice gained a sort of double-layer, subtle enough that Michael knew most people couldn’t hear it, let alone ignore it, but he wasn’t most people.  Drew had bitched about it often enough.

“You’re an Aphrodite kid,” he deducted, pointedly not answering the Charmspeak-layered question.  That would tell her what she needed to know, would stop her wasting her power-

Except she was looking at him with even more open suspicion now, and so was the so far silent blond boy behind her.  Seriously?

“Answer my question,” she said, and the Charmspeak was less subtle and more like a hammer against his ears.

Idiot.  How had Drew or Silena let her out on a quest like that?

He shut down the unwelcome thought that maybe they hadn’t been there to teach her.

“When you stop trying to fucking Charmspeak me,” he growled.  “Apollo, why the fuck are you like this?”  He gestured as best he could whilst trapped by his dad’s arms at the whole not-pretty teenager thing.  He’d never seen Apollo look so not-perfect in his life.

“He’s mortal,” the younger girl – and really, Michael could do with some fucking names, he was going to call her Sword Girl until he got a better one – shrugged, although there was nothing carefree about the action.

That… that was another can of fucking worms that Michael did not want to deal with right then.  His immortal god of a father suddenly mortal.  Great.

Wait.  Fuck.  Was this what the freak meant when he said he was going to replace Apollo?  Fuck, no, Michael was not letting that happen.

“You need to get the fuck off this boat,” he snapped.  “Now.  Why the fuck are you even here, anyway?”

“To steal Caligula’s shoes,” Sword Girl said bluntly.  She was rapidly becoming Michael’s favourite for actually answering his questions with recognisable answers.  Even if they were stupid ones.

“Why?” he despaired.  “What is worth risking your whole damn fucking existence for a pair of fucking shoes?  Or a boat of them?”

“How do you know about that?” Charmspeak Girl demanded (he would have called her Charmspeak Bitch, except Drew was a difficult one to topple from her bitch queen throne), her voice still laced with the fucking useless power.

He fixed her with a glare.  “Stop with the fucking Charmspeak.  It doesn’t fucking work on me, and even if it did it’s not a fucking interrogation power.”

“What do you mean?” formerly Silent-Blond asked, finally inserting himself into the conversation.  Charmspeak Girl looked just as confused, if also frustrated, and Michael realised she really didn’t have a fucking clue.

She was working with his dad, and Michael wasn’t one for dead demigods, either.  Fuck, he was not qualified to teach Aphrodite kids about their own powers, dammit.  Still, he had to say something.

“Charmspeak is based on attraction,” he told her, elbowing his dad in the process because forget Drew and Silena, why hadn’t Apollo thought to explain this shit to her?  “You persuade people that are fucking attracted to you that they want to do whatever the fuck you want.  Works for direct orders.  Doesn’t work for getting the truth out of people when they’re busy saying whatever the fuck they think you want to hear.  Stop relying on the fucking thing, it’s unreliable at best.”

Charmspeak Girl looked like he’d just told her the sky was fucking green.  Duty done, Michael ignored her and turned back to his dad.

“You need to get the fuck off this villa,” he repeated.  “Which of these idiots is your master?” because Michael had been a camper for seven fucking years, he knew the stories.  Every damn time his dad got turned mortal, he got given a demigod master.  Silent-Blond and Charmspeak Girl stared at him like he’d said something unreasonable, while Sword Girl puffed her chest out.

“Me, duh.”

Huh.  Well, at least it wasn’t Charmspeak Girl.

“Get him the fuck away from this villa,” he told her.  “This isn’t fucking worth-”

“There’s a prophecy,” Apollo said, finally talking again.  “We need those shoes, to beat him.”

Well, fuck.

Michael would love to see the freak defeated.  Right now, more than most other fucking things, but he wasn’t letting Apollo get destroyed in the process, which was what was going to happen if his idiot of a currently-mortal dad kept trying to scout across the boats until he stumbled across the right one, and then the right pair of shoes.

No fucking way.

Fuck.

“What fucking shoes?” he demanded, finally pushing Apollo off of him.  Mortal or not, Apollo was still the god of prophecy.  If he was saying shit like that, then Michael couldn’t just tell him to fuck off and ignore it.

“Caligula’s namesake,” Silent Blond finally spoke, still assessing him with those too-sharp, too-bright blue eyes.  Michael still couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t quite an Athena kid, but didn’t have a clue what other options were on the table.  “His childhood shoes.”

Michael sighed and nodded.  “Get the fuck off of this thing,” he told them.  “You don’t stand a fucking chance.”

They bristled, all four of them, and Michael got it, at least from the three demigods.  Of fucking course they didn’t trust him.  Apollo’s reaction hurt a little more, but Michael forced himself to ignore it.  The arrow at his foot caught his attention and he bent down, picking it up and shoving the shaft against his dad’s chest, not entirely certain why except it was an arrow and Michael had always been an archer.

Apollo’s eyes got so wide it would have been funny if Michael wasn’t currently trying to save his dad’s fucking existence.

“Go,” he snarled.  “If you want to be fucking helpful, get one of those fucking landing boats over to ship forty three.”

“And what are you going to do?”  She’d finally dropped the Charmspeak, but her voice was still sharp without it.

Michael scoffed.  “I’m going to go get your fucking shoes.  Now fuck off.”

He didn’t wait for them to respond, ducking back out of the ruined cabin and slipping back into the shadows.

Time to put the last two years of playing hide and seek with the freak’s fucking goons to good use.

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Okay I don't usually put A/Ns at the end of fics on tumblr, but at this point I want to clarify the Charmspeak thing, because Charmspeak is a power that can very easily go squick so I've spent some time trying to make it not so awful - specifically the implication that every middle-aged adult that Piper charmspeaks is Attracted to a sixteen year old girl. So, the premise I've worked on is that Charmspeak works on by drawing on either attraction (as in somebody already actively attracted either romantically or physically to the Charmspeaker), or for more powerful Charmspeakers like Piper, the potential for attraction (e.g. if a man is straight or bi/attracted to women, then even though he's an upstanding individual who would never dream of being attracted to a teenage girl, because the only thing that skews her out of his demographic is her age, the Charmspeak is still enough to bring them under control despite the lack of active attraction). This also extends to the additional worldbuilding whereby people with no potential for attraction - don't swing that way, or in the case of Michael in all my fics, are both very much aroace and also have no inclination to seek that sort of company anyway - can't be Charmspoken, even by someone as powerful as Piper.

#trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfiction #toapril #toapril2024 #tsari writes fanfiction #michael yew #pjo apollo #piper mclean #meg mccaffrey #jason grace

[ask-uts-earthspark-au]

i was wondering what the terrans would think if they learned abt most of the (former) decepticon high command and op being close before the war and how they'd feel about op technically being one of the main founders of the decepticons (assuming this goes with ur au. lol.)

I am all too happy to clarify how it goes for my AU! So here we go!

Technically, he didn’t found the Decepticons, in fact, both factions were established way before all of the current’s second creators/grandparents were even remotely imagined. And the war by technicality was long over way before Alchemist died. It was just the fucking functionalists that honestly couldn’t let it die like the little pissbaby losers they were.

However, Op was definitely to some extent close with the command before he became Prime, or at least Megatron and Soundwave - both of whom he - kind of - lived with.*

And on a further note, he was almost an inside man with how avidly he was trying to tear down the council and rework the Autobots from the inside out/top down. He just didn’t share very much of what he was doing to much of anyone.

* Honest to god, it was just Megs insistently bringing this wet cat of a man home almost every day, because he simply could not help himself. Orion just got used to having Soundwave visit like every other day.

This is why Megatron is genuinely so patient - he had to deal with these two fucking dumbasses on the regular, then there was spicy kitten Roller, and on top later came along the six cassettes. Then he became leader of the Decepticons and had five more dumbasses to live with day in-day out from his command alone, not to mention everyone else.

Megatron and Orion had always been close and the whole ‘Decepticon Leader’/becoming ‘Prime’ thing didn’t even cause the most minor of dents to strain their relationship. Arguably, Megs was more concerned about how firmly Orion was trying to ignore the Matrix having chose him, and how nonchalantly disinterested he was when it was spoken of/brought up.

Soundwave and Orion had an almost brotherly relationship. Megs and Ariel at first was shaky (Megs was just being a little overprotective of his precious baby brother, and he’s quite a big intimidating mech.), but they quickly made amends to become friends, having realized their similarities between the lines of being cordial and learning to live with each other for the sake of all future Christmas dinners they knew they’d have to spend together as in-laws (upon noticing she was, in fact, harmless, and he had nothing to worry about. Orion would be okay.).

The others of the command weren’t quite as close but they certainly considered Optimus a fairly decent Prime, and something of a friend, for a variety of reasons, if pessimistic and quiet sometimes, other times homicidal but the best ally they’d ever met. Elita was generally pretty nice company, and they hardly had to change much when around her, and her avid interaction in fandom space made her really fun.

To date, not much has changed over the years.

So Op and Elita were/are fairly close with the Decepticon command, in conclusion.

And the Terrans reactions to such an explanation:

Nightshade: Well that would make sense as to how it would be a lot easier to make some truce and end the war.

Twitch: woah… they’re siblings? Like us??

Jawbreaker: But… how would that work when they’re leaders of the opposite sides? And what about Elita-One?

Thrash: My main focus at the moment is what the hell kind of sibling drama caused a million year war??

Hashtag: actually, it says they didn’t start the war. Someone else did. They’re just the most recent of the leaders of the factions, so the war’s start isn’t on them…

Nightshade: I actually think it’s kind of cool how Optimus remained their friend despite different sigils. Clearly he knew that the council or whoever it was was in the wrong, so he fought to change things and keep them that way.

Thrash: oh dear god, here we go again…

Jawbreaker: Nightshade has a point, Thrash.

Nightshade: thank you. :)

Hashtag: Two notes:

Hashtag: 1.) Nightshade may be a little philosophical, and overly analytical at times, but they do have a point. We probably wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for all of that.

Hashtag: 2.) Twitch has gone to interrogate Megatron, so if we wanna catch whatever he might spill to her, we oughta head up.

Thrash: oh damn- she’s fast. And really interested in this whole thing.

Jawbreaker: Mhm. She is really fast, and super interested. Nightshade’s going too, let’s catch up. :)

Sorry if this was… half indecipherable, or didn’t make the most sense? It’s kind of complex to convey the exact relationships and everything there. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it!

#thank you for the ask! #anon ask #ask box #answered asks #terran answers #transformers #earthspark #transformers earthspark #hashtag malto #nightshade malto #twitch malto #thrash malto #jawbreaker malto #smol hashtag #2 asks left #megatron #optimus prime #elita one #soundwave #decepticon command #decepticons #founding of the decepticons #relationships #friendship

[ziracona]

Do you have any trivia about Alex the crow? (I guess "headcanon" is the wrong word because anything you decree about her is canon). I could see her being taught to use those communication buttons some people have for their dogs. Was she a fly on the wall for any of ILM's events? (Besides the Doctor fight of course).

Thanks! Haha it always feels a little weird to call author thoughts on my own story HCs too. Let’s see.

The Entity re-uses crows rather than make new ones, so she was there for maybe a third of any given trials in the book? Definitely a crow he had fed in the woods before (let’s be real, that /is/ most of them, but she was one of his first successful times feeding crows way back when he arrived). She saw him killed in the Trapper trial during Solidarity. In general, the crows eventually liked less any killer who specifically targeted Jake, and since Evan went after him for breaking hooks, Trapper was ‘we feel disdain towards this pleb’s taste in what survivor to hate’ for the crows. Crows gossip, so they all knew most of what any of them ever saw, if it might be interesting to them. She saw him ditch Claudette in the woods and think he’d lost her for good and collapse at camp in relief that one time Claudette mentions in a journal. Thought it was funny. Was there (albeit outside, listening) during Waking Nightmare. Saw the events of Distortion/Iron Maiden, and the part of Proven that takes place in the Doctor’s realm. Not the crow who gave Jake an apologetic look before taking off and making noise bc Dwight was with him, but she saw that and was like “It do be like that rip ✊😔” about the event. I don’t have a full running tally though.

She eventually just kinda does her own thing. She’s not a flight risk after a while, because Jake is the only person she truly loves and other crows are weird towards her because to them she’s some kind of weird eldritch crow thing pretending to be a crow. She gets to fly around and explore and come back. (After a few years, when he knows her behavior super well and it’s safe to do so). She gets friendlier with the other survivors too, but weirdly her second favorite being (excluding Rin, in the brief time before she passed) is Michael Cat. They should not vibe, given feral cat and eldritch corvid, but they do. They like to be mean and steal things or sneak up on each other and attack, but in a ‘we both actually love this game way.’ Took everyone else a /while/ to realize they were both into it, and not true hate filled fight on sight.

She’s possessive and gets jealous of causes of Jake not spending time with her. For a while she’s a dick to Dwight about that, but eventually she gets possessive about him not paying attention to, and he becomes a ‘Hey! Hey! Look at me!’ target then instead of a ‘Hey! Hey! Stop distracting Jake from me!’ Not that he knows peace from her, but least he knows love.

She’s very intelligent, and figures out some words eventually, like many corvids, and is absolute chaos incarnate. (IE she loves to find Andrew Park when he visits, sneak up behind him, and as loud as possible and menacingly go ‘He he he’ because it always flips him out and gets an amazing physical comedy reaction.) She loves startling people. If they got a button set, which I could totally see Meg talking Jake into, I’m sure she’d excel at it. Loves collecting things. Has what Meg calls her ‘little dragon hoards’ hidden throughout Jake’s house and the cabin. Will rob you, but also has been known to retrieve dropped precious things like a bracelet or phone on trips, because she knows she will be showered with love praise and rewards.

#ask #anonymous #Alex the crow #ilm spoilers #in living memory (fic) #in living memory #dead by daylight

[simplysummers]

Discussing Omega’s childhood on Kamino

Maybe I’m one of the only people curious about this as we’re all very hung up on Crosshair right now (understandable, I want our king back too), but I would really like a conversation between Omega and preferably Hunter, but anybody works fine, to delve into what her life was truly like on Kamino. How she was treated, raised, reprimanded, and how this all reflects on her relationship with the bad batch, and specifically in moments where their actions have fatherly intent behind them.

So, here’s what we know so far:

She was essentially raised by Nala Se.

She’s a first gen/holds unmodified Jango Fett DNA. Whether she was created at the same time as Boba, we don’t know, although it is unlikely.

Due to the fact she was unaltered, she must’ve been raised from infancy on Kamino.

She wasn’t allowed her own bedroom, so I speculate she either slept in the medical wing or had some sort of shared quarters with Nala Se.

She was frequently tested and experimented on, quite often against her will.

She was perceived to be property and nothing more than an evaluative source to help further Kaminoan research by everybody excluding Nala Se (potentially)

Her title role was a ‘medical assistant’.

She didn’t have a very warm relationship with the other clones, as we’ve seen they labelled her a “lab scrapper”.

She made friends with the existing medical staff, who were all droids.

And that is essentially it. Of course, we can make speculations, (a few of mine are: she must’ve been tormented by the other cadets for not being like them, she knew 99 and he kept her company whenever Nala Se left her alone, and that although she was educated accordingly for her medical training and basic education, she was very sheltered from things without ‘purpose’ to her life (as we all know, the Kaminoans don’t do anything without purpose) but we don’t actually know anything else about her time on Kamino!

First of all I really want to know WHY she was created. Taking into account she isn’t the same age as Boba (it’s very much suggested she isn’t, I mean she acts, looks, sounds and is treated significantly younger than Boba ever was), and Jango also didn’t request two unaltered clones, she must’ve been created a few years after Boba. Therefore, was Jango aware of her existence? And if he was, did he want her? Again, if so, what did Boba think of her? (We don’t actually see Omega’s reaction to being told she’s different, so although she might not have known of their exact relations to her, it’s very likely she could’ve potentially met Jango and Boba at some point.) So many questionsssss.

Moving on, I’d love to know more about her relationship with Nala Se. We’ve seen that the doctor has a soft spot for Omega, most definitely because she raised and grew to love her instead of deeming her a piece of property (not excusing Nala Se’s vile actions with the other clones, she can still rot, Omega has better parental figures now.), but was it always like that? Did she neglect smaller Omega for being just another clone? Before ‘Mega could show personality and differentiate herself, did Se still view her as nothing more then a test subject? How did that affect her relationship with Omega as a young child.

Speaking of which, what was Omega then like as a smaller child (hard to believe, she’s still so smol lmao), but I’m talking toddler age here. She is basically a regular person, going through regular human changes due to the fact she isn’t altered, which means she would’ve had all of those wretched toddler phases that parents dread. We can most likely assess that she was playful and curious, she still is now, bless her, but how was it received? Smaller children don’t have the complexity to understand the level of technicality that the Kaminoans work at, she wouldn’t have understood the necessity of sitting still and behaving, would she have been severely reprimanded? Was Nala Se nice to her about it? How was she raised to interpret mannerisms of other people in regards to this?

Furthermore, I want to know what tests they were performing on her too. She’s clearly important due to her first hand DNA, but before that was an asset, before the Kaminoans needed that, what were they doing to her? Why were they testing on her? How much pain was she in? Did she receive any comfort afterwards or was she expected to dry her eyes and get on with it? (I’m speculating it was the latter.) I need to know what they were doing and why. What was the purpose!

Her entire previous life is a huge mystery to us and I want to know more! And I hope I’m not the only one!

Just looking at her precious little face hurts because we know she didn’t receive the ideal childhood, if anything it was borderline abusive (I mean, not just testing on her, but the mind games the Kaminoans played with this poor kid, the fact she was well aware she was just an asset to their research and yet she constantly received mixed messages. It’s no wonder she idolised the bad batch so much; they seemed to be the only people who hadn’t either treated her like garbage at some point up until then, or died. Honestly despite the few slip ups, props to them for actually taking her in and being decent towards her.

I mean, this isn’t the purpose of this post, but just look at the comparisons.

She finally receives her own bedroom.

Said bedroom isn’t even a proper room, but they made do with what they could. She even acknowledges this and she still absolutely loves it. It’s decked out just for her with fairy lights, blankets and toys.

As said, she actually owns toys now, we don’t know if she ever did on Kamino, but I’m speculating it was most likely very few if any at all.

She has her own weaponry and equipment, she’s actually being assisted to defend herself and her squad, she’s gaining knowledge the Kaminoans wouldn’t have ever dreamed of giving her.

As we’ve seen with the amount of times she runs to Hunter for protection, she trusts them immensely. They’re doing everything right to gain her apprehensive trust so quickly.

And of course it isn’t just with Hunter (I’m a stan so pardon my consistency with bringing him up) but she’s the same with the entire batch, even Cross to a very mild extent! She trusts Wrecker with her life, she forgave him so easily after the Bracca incident because she knows the difference between someone purposefully trying to hurt her and them having no control over their actions.

We see she’s been patient with Echo and Tech, she loves to listen to them, she’s picked up on Tech’s dialect (as seen in episode seven) and she trusts him to help her whenever necessary, she has such a touching bond with Echo too, their little interactions melt my heart.

I could rant for hours about her bond with Hunter, so maybe that should be it’s own post at some point, but honestly just how she always seeks him out specifically for comfort, protection and reassurance. It’s so beautiful.

The way she’s addressed Crosshair over their few co-existent moments too. She’s tried to reassure him it isn’t his fault, because she knows it isn’t, she trusts him because she has no reason not too, everything he’s done and said to her hasn’t been within his control.

These are all severely different reactions to how she responds to both the Kaminoans on planet, whenever they’re mentioned, and from what we know in regards to how they treated her.

I’m repeating myself from a previous post here but honestly petition to give Megs all the hugs in the universe. She deserves ‘em. 💛

#the bad batch #star wars #clone force 99 #tbb #the clone wars #hunter bad batch #omega the bad batch #omega tbb #father daughter space duo #wrecker bad batch #tech bad batch #echo bad batch #crosshair bad batch #hunter tbb #Star Wars rant #star wars animated series #Nala Se #kaminoans #Kamino #lama su #clone 99 #tw child abuse #tw child trauma #tw human testing #giving Megs hugs #omega bad batch

[skamamoroma]

Meg, always kinda wanted to ask....what’s your opinion on the actress who plays Sana in SkamIt not being Muslim?

This is the only post I’ll make on the issue ❤️

Skam is all about providing hope regardless of the issue or story. It is about giving the viewer an experience, giving them a close insight into a person person so that they can understand their story and provide hope.

Representation matters. A lot. It gives people a sense of belonging, of being seen and valued and appreciated and, above all, gives them a role model. It also teaches people who are not from that “minority” (for want of a better word) a new viewpoint and it can educate. It’s wonderful.

I am not a Muslim. I am not a POC. I have no religion at all. I will never understand what it is to be either. I have friends who are one or both so I have some knowledge of some issues my friends face from a closer perspective but I am absolutely never going to know what it is to experience life as a religious (and obviously religious) person or a person of colour.

My opinion matters here as much as anyone’s who is a non-Muslim non POC, aka only so far. The same way as I identify with the LGBT+ storylines, if someone none LGBT+ were to weigh in and say something about stuff they have no personal experience or knowledge of them that’s not at all helpful but if they have general comments about the storyline or the character or the behaviours then awesome! That’s a viewer 😊 that’s what you’re meant to do. But I am not going to devalue or overpower the opinion of someone who is a Muslim POC because their voice on these things deserves to be heard.

Having a Muslim person play a Muslim role is undoubtedly going to be a wonderful thing. Iman brought so much to her role. She gave understanding and depth and I believe even offered Julie tips and info. That’s special. That’s a community being represented by someone who gets it. She received a LOT of backlash for playing Sana from her own community and the guts that took. I imagine she realised the good a character like Sana could and was doing. Do you need to be a Muslim to play a Muslim role? The same way you don’t need to be gay to play the role of a gay teenager or you don’t have to have a mental illness to play someone with bipolar etc etc etc. There’s no requirement there but sometimes things more nuanced than that. Sometimes the need to further a cause is perhaps a bigger one and I absolutely see the value in a real, young Muslim girl playing that role and I can see how the impact can be felt as I’ve been in this fandom a long time.

Italy as a country needs Skam. Many countries need it but Italy’s political landscape is tricky and I have listened to Italian friends and lovely Italian folks on here who have expressed how needed an Italian s3 (Marti) and s4 (Bea) is. I have had Italian Muslims message me to tell me they’re thrilled Sana’s season is even a thing in their country. They have told me that they see that things are different there than in other countries who have Skam. They have commented that they themselves are a white Muslim and feel like Sana looks like they do in their country as they are hijab wearers too. This too can not be discounted. Political landscapes DO impact media and fiction because perhaps sometimes there is even more nuance at play. Perhaps sometimes there is stuff that people in other countries do not have to think about and perhaps to have a tv season shown and understood and accepted some things have to be a little different. These are things I have been told by Italian Muslims.

I am not a fan of how the issue has been handled. Besse is a tricky dude. He’s not subtle and he’s not someone who easily handles criticism even if it is constructive. He does handle it but he also makes snap reactions and it ain’t helpful. But he also cares a great deal. Julie Andem has said he’s the main producer to contact her and discuss, he has taken months to get to know and to understand Muslim youth in Italy, he cares about the show and characters on an immeasurable level, even going so far as to single handedly try to do the social media for s3 himself because they were having so many issues with Timvision. This is a man who gives a shit. He isn’t always right and sometimes goes about stuff in an less than ideal way but he gives a shit and I have respect for anyone who does.

This whole “no other Muslims came to casting”. I don’t know how true or untrue that is. I am sure there are many young talented Muslim or POC actresses in Italy but how am I to comment if that statement is true or not. I wasn’t there. Perhaps a little more insistence could have been had to find someone else?

Beatrice got the role. She’s a young actress, young lady and this is a huge acting gig. She is also perhaps lacking in education a little. Should she be ridiculed, put on the spot, forced to answer complex questions at the drop of a hat and expected to be a walking Wikipedia of social matters? Should she be ganged up on or singled out and made to feel less worthy? Should she be treated poorly and with contempt? Absolutely fucking not. She’s a human. She’s a young female in a complex industry that doesn’t tend to treat women all that well. She has emotions and feelings and a heart and is a person. Education and kindness and explanations are the way to handle stuff like this not sarcasm and vitriol and chastising. I get that anger is a thing people who are marginalised feel because I have felt it myself, I understand that those in the Muslim community understand a level of marginalisation that nobody who is outside if that community can possibly understand and I would never try to speak for the anger they should and shouldn’t be allowed to feel but I’m talking about a fellow human and a show that advocates hope and kindness and comfort and acceptance. Treating her like shit isn’t ok, it isn’t what Skam is about and it isn’t nice on a very basic human level.

The season is going ahead. Besse has done a lot of research and committed himself to making this season happen. He has spoken about how much he loves and respects the season’s issues and has made it clear how much he fought for it to be a thing in the first place. This isn’t a show runner who doesn’t care but it doesn’t mean he can’t be criticised still.

My view is that this would be a wonderful chance for a young Muslim POC to play a role that represents her. To embody a character that other young POC Muslims (or even not POC because white Muslims do exist) can look up to, to be a role model, to represent her community. That can only ever be a truly special thing and Iman did a magical job as have other actresses playing Sana. I wish that the casting directors and show runner had insisted on this.

But I do not want to discount the immense good that a Sana season could do in modern day Italy. I don’t want to suggest that I understand the decisions behind the scenes. I don’t want to speak for white Muslims living in Italy. I don’t want to speak against Muslim Italians who have commented how much Sana’s season will mean to them in their political landscape.

I love Skam Italia. I think it’s a wonderful show. I cherish so much of it. No show is perfect. No remake of Skam is perfect. No actor or actress is an immediate social justice warrior with all of the complex sensitive knowledge at their finger tips to spout forth in a speech to end social issues. I care about people giving a shit and I care about kindness and this cast do as do many of the other Skam casts. This show is precious and useful and unique and it also is made and shown in countries with their own political, social, historic landscapes that people from outside those countries do not understand and that should always be remembered too.

This is not an easy topic and I think anyone who is POC and or Muslim has a right to express opinion and those opinions should be listened to but the way with all of this is with kindness not hatred. I don’t tolerate poor treatment of people. We live in a modern time where being wrong is apparently nowadays a cause of bloody abuse and that’s insanity. Debate is important as is talking to understand. Sometimes there is a place for anger and righteousness and yes I’d absolutely agree that it can be used in a valuable way and especially minorities have no requirement to educate or spend their time being kind to people who are racist or homophobic or prejudice in any way... but where there is misunderstanding or perhaps debate to be had and where stuff concerns well meaning people who maybe need to understand another viewpoint etc etc etc, I’d advocate for kindness and education over anything.

So these are my feelings on the issue. I will watch Sana’s season and I’ll be absolutely willing to be constructively critical, as always. I will also listen to those who are Muslim and Italian about how they feel about the season. I am also watching significantly for other characters too. I love a lot of the general s4 storyline and loved Sana a great deal. By me watching the season, it does not mean I am not critical of some of the decisions made. I choose, in the circumstances we are in, to give it a chance and to appreciate the good it can still do.

I don’t want to have a mass debate on this topic. There are people better places to have that debate and I’m not one of them. Please be kind and respectful and listen, that would be my advice ❤️

#skam italia #thoughts etc #SORRY I CANT GET THE READ MORE TO WORK #long post #skam italia season 4 #i wont answer any more asks on this as i dont think its helpful

[angelicichor]

I’m scared

Summary: Susie notices something is bothering you and gets worried.

Words: 2000+

The Entity’s campfire roared and everybody’s heads rose in anticipation. The trial was going strong for the last 20 minutes, but there was only one person left still fighting, Frank making quick work of all the others. 

People noticed that the killer was more agitated than usually this time, so with only you being left, there was all reason to worry. After all, you were still fairly new to the competition, didn’t know all the tricks, not like the others did.

So one could only imagine the visage of shock painting their faces when you fell down from the sky onto a bush, bleeding all over and groaning in pain, but victorious.

Claudette was the first to approach you, rushing in with a med-kit to patch you up, a wide, worried smile on her face.  “(Y/N)! Are you alright? What happened?” she questioned, helping you off the greenery. It wasn’t the best landing place, but at least The Entity didn’t throw you out onto a tree like it did to Jake once (and David... AND MEG). “Yeah, yeah thank you, Claudette.” you spoke, voice shaking slightly, groaning once your feet touched the ground, pain running through your legs. “I managed to, ugh, stab Frank right as he was passing the hatch and just jumped right down.” Both of you huffed a laughter and Claudette let Bill help you slug your way towards the campfire, setting you down a log.

Your legs were in a tragic condition, marked by a flurry of cuts and stabs, the most worrying being one in your calf, bleeding profusely, this one was the first on list of things Claudette needed to patch up, next was the deep stab in your shoulder that kept you from turning your head when something crunched in the forest, a twig, most likely, but that meant something was coming from the forest and there ain’t no animals in The Entity’s thicket.

With Bill’s groan you knew it was definitely one of the Killers, it was rare for any of them to visit, but it happened ever so often, especially with Evan coming to see Meg and occasionally Michael peering from behind the trees to stalk his sister or somebody who pissed him off during a trial, but managed to escape. The eldritch being in the sky always made sure that nobody would get hurt outside of trails though and killers could only enter survivor territory if given permission by at least one person.

You saw Claudette rise an eyebrow and smile, waving towards the forest and calling the travelers to make themselves at home, then going back to bandaging your already stitched calf. She was swift and precise and with the help of correct tools getting rid of a nasty wound was almost too easy, especially since The Entity didn’t really understand how certain things worked in detail, so morphine would just get rid of the pain with no side effects and antiseptics not only disinfected wounds, but also washed blood off of anything it touched. Nobody dared question this.

Sure enough you heard Meg giggle and in the corner of your eye you saw Evan lifting her in his arm, giving her a warm hug, those two were absolutely adorable.

“Woah, Frankie gotcha good, huh?” You jumped in place, Claudette groaning as you messed up one of the stitches on your shoulder, but there was no helping it with Susie suddenly appearing above you, bent over, her pink hair hanging down and tickling your cheeks.  “Susie!” she giggled, hearing both anger and happiness in your voice, her masked face hiding her smile, hooded head tilting to the side slightly. “Ya pissed him of or something, babe?” She laughed and rose to walk next to you, not noticing the hint of nervousness in your slightly amused reaction. “Yeah... maybe.” your voice in naught but a whisper, as you shudder in recollection of what happened in the trail, the blood, the laughter, your shaking breath, and that mocking mask. That damned mask.

Susie sat next to you, reaching up to the white oval leather covering her face, taking it off with a happy huff before turning to you. Of all of The Legion she was the most willing to part with her ‘self’, just so your eyes could meet, so you could adore her soft, pink cheeks, her big, goofy smile, the gray of her irises and the colorful braces on her teeth, her hair falling onto her visage in a pink mess. You always adored looking at her, she was the most adorable thing in existence (though she insisted that was you or Bubba, that precious bastard), yet her joyfulness fell quickly, noticing that there was something else claiming your gaze, other than her.

And she traced it back to the mask in her hands, dread slowly crawling up both your spines, her soft, scarred hand reaching out towards your face, inching you up to look at her, anxiety in her heart.  “Sweetie? What’s wrong? Frank did something bad... worse than usual?” She corrected herself, earning a fainting grin and a short chuckle. Her thumbs petted your jaw line softly, her brows furrowing as it dawned on her that you were sad or rather there was something off. “Are you angry at me?” she asked and your eyes shot up to hers, already filling with tears.  “Oh no, no, no, no! Su! Never” you fretted over her, wiping the wet saltiness away from her precious cheeks, squishing her slightly. “Not at you, cutie pie. It’s just...” you stopped, letting a shaky breath escape your lungs. “I... I’m scared, Susie.”  She blinked at your words, processing them slowly. “Of... the mask?” she remembered you starring and lifted the dirty thing, inspecting it with worry. “No, the mask is fine, yours at least, it’s quite adorable, actually.” you laughed, your hand reaching to her forearm and pressing her gently to put the thing down. “Then... The Legion?” another guess from her that you shook your head at, making her pout in confusion. “If the big guys are bullying you I oughta!!” she flared up and you laughed, hugging her tightly. Her excitement was obvious as she hugged you back, making sure to squeeze the air out of you and let you feel how much she loved you. Finally she let you go and her hand landed in yours, held in place with a light, anxious squeeze.

“I’m scared of Frank, babe.” her shoulders dropped and you spoke up before she could. “I know he’s your family, Susie, but... But he hates me.”

Her whole body shakes and you can read the panic in her eyes, fighting between keeping you close and running away in anger, unable to handle someone saying bad stuff about her ‘brother’, but she loved you enough to listen.  “I know he likes hunting us, but every time he sees me he just... Goes feral! The match prior to this one he’s been chasing me for 10 solid minutes, before David knocked him out with a pallet and threw himself before me when I was about to be cut again, four times at that, but Frank just... Ignored him!” You huffed and Susie blinked a few times in confusion, letting you continue. "The other time he threw an Ivory Mori as an offering and I knew he wanted to use it on me, but Feng found a key and let us out the hatch...But today was just... “

You stopped, feeling Susie pulling you closer to her and laying her head on your shoulder, nodding for you to continue. “I think he burned an ebony... Everybody died so quickly and I was alone and he was just... He was laughing whenever he hit me and not in that creepy way he always does, but more like an actual, sadistic laughter, Su. Every time he hit me it was in a way that wouldn’t put me down, so I had to keep running and I had no idea what to do, nobody was with me and he was just... always there, behind me. Then I tripped and he picked me up, saying something about making me pay and I... I escaped but... What the hell, Susie?!” tears rolled down your cheeks and this time she was there to catch them, pulling you into a tight, warm embrace, shushing you and kissing your hair as you cried in panic. You were so smart and cunning that many killers often forgot you were new to this whole mess, Susie happened to be one of them. Seeing you cry made her own chest swell with sadness and rage. “It’s okay, babe, it’s fine.” She cooed, nuzzling against your (h/c) hair. “Listen, I’ll talk to Frank, okay? I will... I don’t know what I will, but if he has something against you or US I’m gonna kick his ass, alright?” she pulled away, giving you a big, fat kiss on your red cheeks, once again banishing tears from your face, you were too angelic to cry like this. “I’m going to make him piss his pants, (y/n)” she promised and the spark of sinister determination in her gray eyes let you know that she meant it.

You laughed, the sweet sound making your girlfriend swell with love and pride, pulling you in for a frenzy of kisses, making you a blushing mess and leading to Nea gagging in disgust at your unashamed displayed of affection. 

Soon after, unfortunately, the fire place roared again and you were both unpleasantly shocked to see the black tendrils crawl onto Susie’s body.  “Aww, sorry, (y/n), Momma says I gotta go to work. See ya, pumpkin pie” she pouted and you nodded, letting her go with a joyful chuckle, wishing her good luck. Jake, David, Nea and Quentin were pulled in with her, leaving the camp a bit emptier.  “Good luck...”

It felt like two days before The Entity called your name again, ordering you to join the fray. Seeing the orange lights and pumpkins scattered around Lampkin Lane made you groan slightly. Myers was a nightmare to face, everybody could agree on that. You never knew if he’d be a good boy and sacrifice people or if he’d just grab you and stab your guts out. It was almost like there were two of them and they just... looked identical.

Yet as the familiar heart beat rang in your head and you saw the killer, you stopped. The white hood, leather jacked and lanky frame let you know that this ain’t Mikey, but Frank, already chasing poor Laurie. He slashed her once, laughing at her wince, before turning to find another victim and... stopping. 

You both stood there, looking at each other, his fingers fidgeting around the handle of his hunting knife, obviously nervous.  “Uh... Hi?” your voice made him stir and with a groan he made his way to you, but he wasn’t running, he was just... walking and you fought the urge to run, seeing determination in his movements. “You... You okay, Frank?” “Shaddap, will ya?” he growled, taking your arm and pulling it up slightly. “Ya made Susie angry at me, do ya know how scary she is when she gets angry?! A goddamned nightmare, lemme tell ya.” He hissed and ran his knife against your forearm, only hard enough to cut your sweater. Your brow rose at that in utter confusion. “Here, so Boss doesn’t think I didn’t hunt ya or whatever, now get fucking lost...I got people to kill.” with a growl he turned around, looking for another heartbeat and stopping for a second more. “If ya ain’t good to Su I’ll make your trails a livin’ hell.” was the last thing he said before running off to stab some unfortunate soul, leaving you scared, confused and so, so damn proud of your wonderful girlfriend.

The next time around you were the one to find the Killer’s grounds, Amanda leading you to your darling girl and the second your eyes met, she was being smothered by your hugs and kisses. What a wonderful girl. A precious angel.

#Susie #Susie (the legion) #The legion #The legion x reader #susie (the legion) x reader #killer x reader #dead by daylight #dbd #dbd fanfic #gender neutral reader #virgo writes #I love my girl ok #she's a precious #this is a mess but yay i wrote something longer #killer x survivor

[iatasbcl]

Howdy! Can I have an imagine for Connor and a gender neutral reader where the reader is best friends with Gavin but has a crush on Connor [RK800]? Could you put a bit of fluff in too? You can change it up if you want, that's cool. Thank you for considering.

The One Where You Confess

Pairing: Connor X Reader, Gavin Reed & Reader

Warnings: Insecurities, a lot of swearing, nothing else just badly written fluff lmao I’m sorry

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry for not finishing this one way sooner ): It’s just that Uni started so I’m a bit busy! But yeah, thank you for requesting this love, hope ya enjoy it

W.C: 1.9k

“Gavin, if I hear anything else about Shrek in the next five minutes, I swear to god I will throw you into the trash then sit you on fire myself.” You said, holding your index up in the man’s face.

“Alright.” Your brows furrowed at how easily the detective was convinced, especially after hearing him quote Shrek for hours and hours since your marathon last night. You watched him as he went back to his desk and got out his phone. You supposed you could finally do some actual work, but your phone binged just as you reached for the terminal.

Hey watch this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaUR7h4WunY

You looked back to Gavin, what could he have possibly sent you now? he didn’t look your way and just stared into his computer. Your thumb hovered over the link before finally clicking it.

You knew what this thing was. This awful, terrible, shitty video from 2014 that still haunted you was enough to fuel your nightmares again just by hearing the narrator’s voice. You don’t bother finishing it, the flashbacks were enough.

You slammed your hands on the table and got up. Gavin was laughing now, like the complete idiot that he was. “Gavin, you stupid fucking- “

You were ready to throw hands when you heard him, the man with the beautiful yet goofy voice that you liked so much. “Are you alright, detective?” You turned and saw him standing behind you with two cups of coffee. He wore a casual jacket now and a pair of jeans and you swore that he still looked like a supermodel.

“Hey Connor, I’m good.” You said and side-eyed the Gavin, you would deal with him later. When you looked back Connor had walked towards you with a cup handed out. You stared at it for a second then looked up at the android.

“I brought you a cup of your preferred coffee. You seem to function better with it.”

Gavin laughed and you felt your cheeks heating up. What was that supposed to mean?

“Thanks…?” You reached for the cup and took it slowly, Connor’s LED turned yellow. “What’s on your mind?” the question was said as you walked back to your desk, you sat down and opened the lid covering the cup and took a sip; it was warm and tasted just the way you liked. You didn’t remember telling Connor how you liked your coffee.

You knew of the android’s cute habit. He still followed others around like an adorable puppy. He stood next to your desk and said, “You seemed hesitant to accept my token of appreciation.” It seemed like an interestingly worded question.

“Oh. No, no. I appreciate it! I just- “ just as you were going to make up an excuse for yourself, Fowler shouted your name from his office. You gave the man an apologetic look and went to see what your boss wanted from you.

*

“that tincan, really?”

You knew telling Gavin about your crush wouldn’t garner you the best reaction. The man, despite being a good friend, was a walking and breathing fiery mess. He disliked androids and didn’t even start tolerating them until he got his own android partner, an RK900. He still hated Connor with the burning anger of Gordan Ramsey himself.

“Look, I don’t want to hear you bitchin’, okay? I just need your help here, not your hot take on androids, especially him.” He raised his hands in defense.

“Woah, Woah, chill.” You sighed, “I won’t talk shit about your little crush, but,” You held your finger up in his face, “No buts. I’m awkward and desperately in love. Just… help.”

Gavin looked at you for a bit, you put on your best puppy eyes for him. It wasn’t like Gavin had a never-ending string of lovers, nope, not the case at all. You couldn’t talk about this to Hank, he was a friend of yours, but this would make things awkward between you, probably. Tina was still recovering in the hospital after her injury. Talking to RK900 also knows as Nines, would be useless since the poor guy’s social skills were worse than yours.

“Ugh, fine. Let’s go get lunch and I’ll tell you what ya gotta do.”

*

“Ok… so you’re telling me to pretend to be some bimbo?”

“Nah, I was just messing with ya.” He said, stuffing his mouth with another dozen of fries, “You shuff’ juff be yourselph- ” Your face twisted in disgust and you smacked his arm lightly, “finish eating first you despicable egg.” He shut his mouth.

“As I was saying, you gotta be yourself.” You rolled your eyes, “Ugh, please. Nobody likes that.” Gavin shook his head. “The hell are you talking about? You’re great, and if that plastic prick can’t see it then-“

“Gav, please. You’ve been there every time I got dumped… it’s always been my fault.” You looked down at your plate.

“Hey, both of us know that ain’t the truth. Your dump exes just wanted to blame you for how things ended because that shit’s easier. Remember Meg? That chick was a control freak and didn’t like it when you didn’t want any of her bullshit.” Megan. You remembered the last day you saw her, how she screamed and screamed at you for being ‘an ungrateful cruel person’. Yikes.

“Look, you are an odd goofball.” “gee- thanks,” “But you are a good goofball, the kind you wanna keep around forever. So, if you wanna get that prick then go for it, ask him out. If he’s not into you then you’ll be saving your time. And if things go really south…” the previous words warmed your heart.

“What?” you ask, curious. “Remember how we used to go to Disneyland every year since the academy?” you nodded; those trips were some of the memories that you still cherished. You two couldn’t go in the last year because your bank accounts weren’t looking great.

“Well I’ve saved some money, so I’ma take you there. How does that sound?”

You squealed, “Are you the real Gavin Reed? What did ya do with him?” you asked playfully, “Hey! I’m always nice.” “Right.”

You looked at your watch and got up, “C’mon, we gotta go.” You waited for him to walk past you and you smacked his head, it was more of a rough tap really. He winced, punching your arm.

“What was that for?!”

“Never send me Shrek memes. Ever.”

*

Tonight was supposed to be the night. You were going to ask the cute, adorable, handsome android out. Everyone went to the bar after work, wanting to celebrate closing an important red ice case, it would’ve been the perfect opportunity for you to ‘declare your love’, hell, you practiced your speech. It was supposed to be perfect.

Instead, here you were, stuck in a nearly empty office when everyone was out having fun. You just had to procrastinate some of your reports, didn’t you?

You sighed, whatever. This might be the universe’s way of telling you to abort your mission, to not ruin your precious friendship with Connor. You wanted to believe that, but god, you loved him.

You loved every part of him; his adorably weird social antics, his gorgeous smile whenever he would see you, his kind personality, the tiny freckles adorning his soft face, just, him.

“Detective.”

You yelped when you finally snapped out of your little bubble only to see the man of your dreams Infront of you. Was it whatever it was that rested in the skies up above that wanted you to constantly wish to have the ground beneath you split open and swallow you whole? Probably.

“C-Connor, hey.”

“I apologize for frightening you.” You waved your hand, “No, it’s fine really.” You let out that awkward laugh that you hated so much. Connor’s LED turned yellow, shit, did he notice you being weird?

“Um, I thought you went with Hank?”

“I came back. I would like to assist you if that’s okay.” You blinked, “You don’t have to do-“

“I want to. I don’t like seeing you stressed.” Your heart skipped a beat, something about the way he said it made you feel like a teenager who just discovered what love is. “Alright, be my guest.”

Damn, you forgot how good androids were at basically everything. Connor took half of the workload despite your protests. You were still halfway through your share when he finished his. You spent the rest of the time talking about whatever came to mind, turning the atmosphere of the room into a comfortable one.

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure.”

“Does my presence bother you?”

The comfort you felt was immediately thrown out of the window. You stopped typing and looked at the desk across you, where he sat. You saw something new, an expression that Connor usually didn’t show, hurt. His eyebrows were brought together, his lips pursed, and his eyes got a bit intense. Too intense.

You scratched your neck and looked back to your terminal. “What would give you that idea?”

You could see him tilt his head from the corner of your vision. “Well, you seem to fidget and become increasingly anxious whenever I come near you,”

“You also seem far more comfortable with Detective Reed, Nines and Hank. I am sorry if did something wrong, but I would appreciate it if you told me what it was.”

“Connor-” You stopped yourself, what were you supposed to say? Sorry, I just really like you and I don’t know how to deal with it? I’m scared I will mess everything up?

He stared at you and you looked anywhere but at him. Ugh, fuck it, you were gonna wing it, by being yourself. All the preparation you had gone down the gutter.

“I, uh, the reason I get nervous around you is that, well- I like your face, no wait not just that I’m not that superficial. Not that it isn’t great, your face is gorgeous. Ah shit. I- Ireallylikeallofyou.”

Connor blinked, the ring on his temple turned yellow, again. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

The following silence was too much, you’d rather be watching weird Shrek parodies. You stared at Connor, waiting for an answer, for anything really. He didn’t say a word. Time to back up.

“Okay, sorry, shit, you can forget I said anything- “

“No, ____.” You paused; you weren’t used to him calling you by your first name. “I also, uh- “

You didn’t think melting was something your body was capable of, but that was how you felt. This cool, calculated android just stuttered. You almost giggled, but luckily held back.

“I also like you. I was trying to bond with you as several sites suggested, but it seemed to backfire.” You chuckled. “No, I am sorry I acted like a high schooler,”

“Your nervousness was justified. Please don’t was be hard on yourself.”

You smiled; it was a rather bittersweet one. His hand was on the desk, you moved yours and put it on his slowly. Connor froze for a moment but regained his composure after, he gently massaged your hand with his thumb. It wasn’t your first time touching an android but the artificial skin still had that unique feeling to it.

“So, do you want to go out next Thursday?”

“Yes, that would be preferable.”

It felt like a dream, the man you liked felt the same. You were so ready for rejection that you didn’t know what to do now. A yawn escaped you, it had gotten pretty late. You finished the last of your work and shut off the computer. An idea came to your mind.

“There is this sweet spot around the block, do you want me to show it to you?”

Connor immediately nodded, “Alright, wait I gotta send something.”

I DID IT DUDE

#this is so cliche i wanna die #also that vid? cursed dont open it #platonic gavin reed x reader #platonic gavin reed #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh #dbh imagine #i need to sleep #bye

[swhurtcomfort]

MEGA Fic Rec Friday!

I’d really like to do these every month, so they can be a nice 4-5 fic affair. But grad school happened, so I’ve got a lot of lovely reads from the past several months to share!!

As always, alphabetical by author ft. me yelling under the cut!

Not There Yet by BigFatBumblebee - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon, Gen, 10k Summary:  We all know Obi-Wan Kenobi as the one of the strongest, wisest and bravest Jedi in the Jedi Order. But before he was High General Kenobi, The Negotiator, Council Member and Master of the Chosen One, he was an awkward 16-year-old Padawan who needed a bit of TLC.

The Queen, The Cavalier, and The Dragon by FireflyFish - Fem!Obi-Wan & Padme & Vader, 3.8k Summary:  A Queen and her Jedi Knight flee across the galaxy, relentlessly chased by the Dragon they both loved.

Problem Patient by JellyJog - AU Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon, 1.2k Summary:  From a tumblr prompt requesting quiobi where Obi-Wan chose to become a healer instead of following the path to become a jedi knight

Six Times Ahsoka Thought Her Grandmaster Was Dead, and the One Time He Actually Was by LazarusII & Pandora151 - 1.4k, wip Summary: A heavy silence fell over the lower levels of Coruscant’s undercity. Then, a quiet shuffling sound, almost like footsteps, sounded from above.A single blaster bolt rang out—followed by a pained cry. Things were happening too fast; Ahsoka’s heartbeat thundered in her ears, drowning out her surroundings.Her mind barely registered the flash of cream-white careening into the crates directly in front of her. A sickening crunch filled the air as the lifeless form of Obi-Wan Kenobi crashed to the ground. Ahsoka’s heart stopped.

Perception by LuvEwan - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon & Dooku, Gen, 7.5k Summary:  Master and apprentice are held captive. Obi-Wan is drugged, and unable to differentiate the past, present and future. Qui-Gon is a little shocked when rescue comes in the form of a figure from his own past: Dooku. The trip back to Coruscant is full of unexpected moments and emotions.

Candles Against the Sea by maychorian - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon, Gen, 41k Summary: It is several months after Melida/Daan, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon have been working to re-establish their bond. It's been going well. Qui-Gon seems perfectly satisfied. But Obi-Wan is not.

The Sun Shall Not Smite Thee by maychorian - Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon, Gen,  Summary:  It had taken the Jedi far too long to effect a rescue—over a week. By that time Obi-Wan was nearly delirious, on the edge of madness from loneliness and fear caused by his inability to touch the Force.

The Past Remains by otherhawk - Obi-Wan-centric, Gen, 15k Summary:  The war drags on leaving trauma and destruction in its wake. After a bereaved Master is accused of harming his padawan, Obi-Wan is sent to talk to her, dredging up memories of his own past.

The Orchards by Raven_Knight - Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, Gen, 3.6k Summary: When young Obi-Wan Kenobi is injured on a previous mission, Qui-Gon Jinn refuses to accept further off-planet missions until his Padawan's recovery. Yoda assigns the pair an in-Temple mission of utmost importance while Obi-Wan heals. Master and Padawan welcome the change of pace.

Protect and Nurture by Ren - Obi-Wan & 212th, Gen, 7k Summary: “What do you mean he was taken by slavers!?” Rex winced, looking over his shoulder to make sure no-one had heard. He was hiding in a dark alleyway, and the last thing he needed was for this hiding spot to be blown by an outraged Commander.When their General is taken by slavers, the 212th is half-way across the galaxy. They must wait and pray that their brothers can get to him in time.

Not There Yet by BigFatBumblebee: This is straight-up sickfic, featuring all the best classic tropes. Looking now it seems like there might be some formatting issues in the desktop version, but I read this on mobile without difficulty. Poor Obi-Wan gets frustrated with the motherhenning of Qui-Gon and Tahl. “Meg, did you find this fic because you were searching through the Tahl tag again?” Sure did. Tahl is the best! I loved her interactions with grumpy, feverish Obi-Wan, and how she and Qui-Gon team up to make sure he takes his medicine and rests up. Very cute, worth the read! <3

The Queen, The Cavalier, and The Dragon by FireflyFish: This is so cool! I’m in love with the fairytale motif. This is a post-mustafar fix-it (sort of) with a focus on Obi and Padme parenting the twins and keeping them safe and trying to teach them their family’s history in a way that they can comprehend. I loved Obi and Padme kicking ass together, Leia was great, and Luke was so freakin’ precious omg <3

Problem Patient by JellyJog: I guess you could say that this one is less about the h/c, and more humor with the halls of healing as a backdrop, but I loved it so I wanted to include it nonetheless! Qui-Gon is such an ass and Obi-Wan is so confident and OVER his shit, it’s just peak QuiObi and I got a lot of laughs out of it. I liked Obi-Wan in the healer role, especially when it’s Qui-Gon he’s patching up. <3

Six Times Ahsoka Thought Her Grandmaster Was Dead, and the One Time He Actually Was by LazarusII & Pandora151: Ouch! Just ouch! I loved the narrative style that really drove home the horror of this scene, I always expect great things from these authors and I am never ever disappointed!! I’m so excited to see where this goes next! I am NOT ready for it, because I assume they will get sadder and sadder as we move forward in the timeline and Ahsoka gets closer and closer to Obi-Wan. But fine, I didn’t need my heart anyways, go ahead and break it </3

Perception by LuvEwan: This is wonderfully unique! I love the tension between Qui-Gon and Dooku, and how weird it is for everyone involved to see Dooku being soft and caring with Obi-Wan - especially poor Qui-Gon doesn’t know what to make of it. I melted for how worried Qui-Gon got, even though he was trying not to motherhen too much in front of Dooku because he assumed Dooku would disapprove. What a good Jedi Dad. <3

Candles Against the Sea by maychorian: I implore you to check the tags on this one! But if you’re like me, and some of the themes warned for are a “maybe” for you, know that they’re dealt with here very tactfully and, I thought, very believable for Obi-Wan’s character. What I love most about this fic is how it deals with grief, and how it shows Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon and their different approaches to dealing with their pasts. And of course, I’m a sucker for fics that reference the Jedi Apprentice series! <3

The Sun Shall Not Smite Thee by maychorian: Ouch! This is a dark one! Just like the other fic by this author, it takes me back to my livejournal days and the Jedi Apprentice series. I loved how desperate and protective and fatherly Qui-Gon was, and it definitely scratched the itch for straight-up Obi-Wan whump. <3

The Past Remains by otherhawk: Please please please read the tags on this one before diving in! That said, I thought this was a really well-written and touching story, my favorite bit was probably Obi-Wan and Mace’s interactions, and just Obi-Wan with the Council in general because despite being one of them, it’s hard to escape the fact that most of them knew him when he was young too and the past still follows him. What I liked about this was also how messy it is - it’s not a black-and-white situation, and the different characters’ perspectives and conflicting memories are laid out to give the reader sort of an omniscient view of the story. <3

The Orchards by Raven_Knight: I died of cuteness! This is so domestic and fluffy, they’re freakin’ baking together, what more could anyone possibly want from a h/c fic? This one is for those of us who are 100% here for the comfort, not just the hurt. I really loved reading these two getting some downtime, and with all the asshole!Qui-Gon fics in this list, I’m really happy to include one that features Qui being sweet and protective and softly joking with his convalescent Padawan while they bond over apples! <3

Protect and Nurture by Ren: OUCH! This one doesn’t pull any punches when it comes to Obi-Wan and the aftermath of Zygerria. I loved seeing Cody, Rex, and Wolffe and their different reactions to the traumatic scenario. Motherhen!Cody cracks me up! For all that this story has a lot of “hurt”, there’s a lot of the “comfort” part too which is something I really appreciate. <3

#fic recs #fic rec friday #finally #longpost

[huntertales]

Part One: Looking In All The Wrong Places. (Goodbye Stranger S08E17)

Episode Summary: After a few months of silence, Castiel reappears in the reader and Winchesters' lives telling them Crowley has unleashed several demons into a small town to search for Lucifer's Crypt, which hold a valuable asset. While interrogating a demon, the four of them have been torturing Meg, who knows the exact location of the Crypt the king of hell is after. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,077.

Previous Part | Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

You and the boys had been calling the Men of Letters bunker your home for the past few months now and slowly reinventing it your own. There was still so much you needed to do in order to declutter and figure out what you had on your hands after the past owners mysteriously abandoned the place. You stumbled up plenty of objects and weapons you’ve never seen before. Instead of putting them back into storage and forgetting about them all together, you decided to go through them and see if they might be useful to you on a future hunt...if you knew exactly the weapons you were looking at.

You were told by one of the last remaining Men of Letters that their bunker was home to every supernatural artifact collected over thousands of years. You had a feeling a few of them would be rolling around in their graves if they saw all of their precious and priceless cargo collected over the past several hundred years was reduced to their boxes being stacked up on top of one another in the library,  hopefully not scuffing up their wooden floors. You were particularly fond of them, it’d be a shame if they got ruined because of this.

The brothers were the ones who pulled all of this stuff out after you discovered it while searching through the bunker, wondering what kind of rooms other rooms they built during their stay here. It was the perfect hideout layer for a hunter. You had a fully furnished kitchen to make actual meals and enjoy them. A shooting range if you wanted to practice your aim and a gym you used a few times to remind Dean that, while you were pregnant, you could still kick his ass if provoked. There was even an infirmary and morgue, luckily no dead bodies were found. And so many other rooms you felt like you haven't even touched yet. This place still managed to make you feel like you hit the jackpot on having the best home ever.

You and Dean had been going through the boxes for the past hour, not finding much of anything interesting to catch his attention while you had been at awe with everything. You felt like a little kid at Christmas from all the artifacts and history you were going to learn about these old things. Dean pushed back the top to another wooden crate he found and pulled out something peculiar that caught his eye. It appeared to be a weapon of some kind that was ancient for sure, but what it was and why the Men of Letters had it didn’t interest him.

“What the hell is this?” He muttered to himself, discovering a rectangular box that held a spear from the looks of it. He shifted around the box and found a small title card telling him what this thing was supposed to be. “Spear of Destiny? What is this—God’s toothpick? You know, would it have killed these asshats to label these boxes in something other than hieroglyphics? It's ridiculous."

“Already one step ahead of you.” You made your way around the pile of boxes with your phone to take pictures of the wording on the side of the box after placing post-it notes labeled with a number to give you a system to work with. Dean watched as you intently worked on taking the picture after labeling another box with a number, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat at the sight of you so diligent to get this for. You rolled your eyes from his reaction. "What? We need to know if these things are spell protected. And what all of these artifacts used for.”

“‘Artifacts’? Please. This is a bunch of junk at the most.” Dean said. He put back the next object he’d been observing in search for another that might be the slightest more interesting from the last one he observed. He watched you work for another few moments, your face full of concentration on what you were doing. “Let me guess, this is your kind of fun. Stuck with a bunch of dusty knick knacks and hours of research ahead for you. And here I thought Sam was the biggest nerd between the two of you.”

"Yeah, well, this nerd somehow saved your ass a few times. I might have not got a lot of action in my life, but I did get myself pregnant with this really handsome, but not all there in the head guy.” You teased him, smiling when you caught his reaction at your comeback. Dean reached for another priceless artifact that appeared to be a red and gold Faberge egg. You rolled your eyes when he made the mistake of opening it up and taking a whiff, only to flinch at the dusty odor. "It won't hurt us to see what we got on our hands. And get some kind of filing system down of our own. See what we’re working with and if we could use in the future. After all, our kid’s gonna inherit this stuff.”

“That’s you and Sam’s job. Right?” Dean asked his brother, expecting to hear a response that sounded like he was the least bit excited for the tedious work ahead for you and him. All Dean got back as a response was silence. When he was left hanging without an answer, Dean looked over to see the younger man was engrossed with his laptop, too caught up in his typing for at least some kind of verbal answer. "Hey. You listening to me?"

Sam looked up from his laptop at the sound of his brother's aggravated tone of voice from being ignored. "Yeah." He agreed to whatever it was that the man was talking about, hearing snippets of the conversation while he worked to not have a clue. "You should probably write it all down in your journal for the archives, you know?"

"Yeah, thanks." Dean muttered underneath his breath. "You're a lot of help."

You worked for another minute of labeling boxes and taking pictures to help ease your workload when you had to stop for a minute. You felt yourself coughing a few times from a sudden tickle in your throat. Thinking that it was done, you tried to go back to what you were doing, but it started back up again. Even worse than before. You felt yourself suddenly having a coughing fit that wouldn't stop. You made your way down the steps and to the table where Sam was sitting, grabbing a tissue when you felt something come out from your throat. You covered your mouth before it could escape and make a slight mess.

"Hey, little Miss. Tuberculosis," Dean called out to you when he noticed you were starting to sound pretty serious that made him grow a bit concerned. "You all right over there?"

When you felt yourself under control once more, you pulled the tissue away from your mouth to examine what you caught, expecting it to be nothing more than saliva or phlegm. Sam looked away from his laptop and to you when he heard the coughing fit that sounded like it took a bit out on you. While you appeared to be calm, you felt a rush of anxiety come over you at what you saw in the middle of the once stark white tissue—blood. Little droplets of red. You crumbled up the tissue and threw it into the trash, pretending like what just happened was nothing more than you having a coughing fit. Your lungs had a strange burning ache when you tried to take a deep breath before speaking.

"Yeah. I'm fine." You reassured the boys. "I just think I'm coming down with something."

Dean took your word for it, deciding to continue on going through the boxes to see what else he could find while you decided to take a break and a quick drink to help your throat. Most of the things he found was junk had no use for and would eventually end up forgetting about. He pulled out a folder from one of the boxes and discovered something that was worthwhile all of dragging out these boxes from storage. Dean hit the jackpot—retro porn.

Before “Busty Asian Beauties” there was a little magazine called "Voluptuous Asian Lovelies." Dean couldn't help himself when he started to flip through the magazine to see what kind of lovely women posed for back in the day. He felt a smirk slowly starting to spread across his lips at all the seductive faces.

"These Men of Letters weren't so boring after all." Dean said. He decided it would be wrong if he kept this find to himself when he headed over to you and his brother to tell you what he found, thinking you were going to be excited as he was. "Hey, check this out."

"What do you have?" You asked out of curiosity, thinking he had something actually important to show you. When you saw the cover of the old magazine he was holding his hand, you scoffed and rolled your eyes. You should have known better than to believe it wasn't going to be about something perverted. A room full of historical and priceless artifacts verses scantily clad women were no match for him. "What is wrong with you, Dean?"

"What is wrong with me? You kidding me? This is a first edition, sweetheart." Dean said. You leaned back in your seat and raised your brow, wondering why you should care about that fact. "You know what this would go for on eBay?"

"No. Why?" You asked. "Do you?"

Dean looked up from the magazine when you asked him a question, breaking his concentration away from the pretty ladies. You crossed your arms over your chest and have him a curious look as to what his response was going to be. He smiled slightly, as if he was trying to lie. "No. Maybe." Dean responded. You nodded your head slowly, biting your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing at how terrible he was lying. And how caught he was. You didn't care, you just thought how adorable he got when he was embarrassed. "Shut up."

"Never gonna happen." You said, reaching for the other half of Sam's untouched sandwich he'd been ignoring for the past ten minutes while Dean pulled out a seat for himself. "Did you find anything interesting for us, Sammy?”

“I did, yeah—dead bodies showing up all over the midwest last week. Benton, Indiana; Downers Grove, Illinois; Novi, Michigan; and then again last night in Lincoln Springs, Missouri.” Sam said, listing off a few cities that didn't seem like they were anything special. Dean wondered why all of these cities were connected in your kind of way. "Because each of the victims had severe burns around their eyes, hands, and feet, puncture wounds through the backs of their hands, eyes and internal organs liquefied."

Dean smacked his lips and nodded his head, knowing well enough that it was the right amount of crazy to catch his attention. “That sounds like us.”

"Yeah. Also, no link between any of the victims.” Sam said, as if you needed more information to get you interested in the case. “Uh, one was a real-estate agent. Another was a local historian. Woman killed last night was a teacher.”

��So, chupacabra.” Dean sarcastically guessed what might to be blamed for all of this. "So what do we got? Power tools got rogue? Wait—are we talking a 'Maximum Overdrive' situation here?"

“I don’t know.” Sam admitted. “Worth a shot, though.”

“Sounds like it’s gonna be a fun one. I'll grab my gear. We should probably leave in five. And you might want to make another sandwich for the road, Sammy." You said between the last bite of the sandwich before swallowing it down. Sam only noticed now that you had polished off his lunch when you mentioned it, you gave him a smile at how annoyed he look. You got up from your seat and grabbed the plate, Dean continued to sit where he was with his full concentration on the magazine. “Unless of course, someone needs more time with Miss October.”

“What?” Dean asked, not sure what the conversation topic was anymore with his complete and total concentration on the magazine. He noticed you standing up with a hand on your hip, giving him a playful dirty look at what he was doing. "Yeah. Make it ten."

“You’re such a pervert.” You told him, knowing it was nothing new. It was part of Dean's charm that you enjoyed when the moment called for it, and grew to get annoying at times if you had to be honest. You smiled and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning down to give him a quick peck on the lips. “Good thing you’re cute, lover boy.”

The both of you smiled at one another before you headed off to pack a bag for the next few days and gather the supplies you might need. Dean flipped through a few pages before he decided he should get started on packing as well. He threw the magazine to the table and leaned in his chair to get himself back up to his feet. In doing so, his gaze casually glanced over the trash can. noticing crumpled up pieces of paper and notes written over the past few days. Dean found his attention focused on something that stood out like a sore thumb.

“Hey, Sammy.” Dean called out to his brother. The younger man was passing by and heading to his bedroom, only to be stopped for a strange sounding question that seemed like it came out of nowhere. "You get a bloody nose or something today? Paper cut?"

"No." Sam said. He made his way back to his brother, wondering what the questions were prompted by. When he noticed Dean was still holding the trash can, he peered down to see what he was staring at. Sam spotted a crumpled up tissue on the top of the papers, with something suspicious on it. "Wait. Is that—"

"Blood? Yeah." Dean muttered the response he didn't want to say out loud, because it meant what he'd been staring at for the past few seconds was real. He dropped the trash can back to the ground and let out a heavy sigh, knowing it came from you. Back when you had that coughing fit that wasn't the start of a cold. "Something's going on with Y/N. I know there is."

"It could be nothing. I mean, she's been coughing pretty badly over the past few days. She could be coming down with something. Maybe she cut her lip." Sam tried to suggest a possibility to help ease the worry he could tell was starting to come over his brother from what he saw. It didn’t. "Don't you think if she was feeling off she'd tell us?"

"Would you if you were in her situation?" Dean questioned his brother, knowing well enough what his response was going to be after he fell silent. If Sam was the one who was doing the trials and coughed up a little bit of blood he'd say nothing about it. Because that's how all of you functioned. You ignored a problem until you were near the edge of death, or...well, dead. "I knew this entire thing was a bad idea. She's been acting all sorts of weird lately."

"Yeah. That’s kind of what’s to be expected with everything going on lately. And besides, she seems to be acting fine since we got back. Maybe all she needs is a little time alone." Sam said. "Besides, if there was something serious going on she'd tell us. She's reckless, but she'd never do anything to put the baby in danger like that. I mean, after all, that's the reason why she's doing the trials in the first place."

You had been acting a bit more normal lately after you disappeared for a few when all of you got home from the drive back. Dean tried asking you where you went, you reassured him that you just needed some time to think. You were okay. Dean wasn't convinced that a little self therapy could solve the deep rooted issues that had been plaguing you for months. And seeing the bloody tissue made him feel even worse about this entire situation. It wasn't the first time you put on a happy face and said everything was okay, only in the end you were doing your best to tame the inner beast inside of you from coming out. And even that you couldn't do all the time.

Something was going on with you, and he needed to get to the bottom of it before it was too late. He wanted to confront you about the bloody tissue and figure out what caused it, even though he had his suspicions. But Dean knew that if he got too over the top you'd shut him out. Every part of hm was trying to remain calm about the situation. He decided the only thing he could do was sit back and keep a better eye on you, waiting for any kind of unusual behavior to pull the plug on this whole operation. Dean knew how much doing these trials meant to you, they were the chance at giving your child a better future all of you never had. But he couldn't do it at the expense of your own health—and the baby's as well.

+ + +

The next morning you and the boys were in Missouri, speaking to the widower of your latest victim to have died under suspicious circumstances that lead you here in the first place. Mr. Morton still seemed broken up about the unexpected passing of his wife, which made him willing answering any sort of questions the FBI might need answered. Anything to figure out what might have caused his wife to go out the way she did. Sam lead with the questions while you and Dean casually let your eyes roam around the home, trying to find anything that might explain what lead to the death of Ann.

“We just have a few routine follow-up questions about your wife, sir.” Sam said. Mr. Morton nodded his head in complaisance. “Did she have any enemies?”

“Ann? Honestly, I can’t think of a soul who’d want to hurt her, even after everything that happened.” Mr. Morton said. You found what he lead with a bit curious. You repeat back what he said to you, wondering exactly what he meant by that. "About a week ago, something changed in Ann. She was out of sorts, not herself at all.”

Personality changes was always a red flag for you, it meant the person Ann was and who her husband married might not be exactly who he remembered. Either she had someone riding around in her skin controlling her every action, or you were dealing with an invasion of the body snatchers here. “Out of sorts how?” Sam asked the man.

“It’d be better if I show you.” Mr. Morton said. You and the boys followed him down to the basement to what he found that was the first thing telling him something was wrong with the woman he loved. "She stopped sleeping. She stopped eating. She went out in the middle of the night, going God knows where. I tried to talk to her, but...she would just mutter to herself."

At first the basement looked like any other one you been in; old junk stored away, tools neatly put away for when the couple might need them, bikes hanging up. There was no indication that Ann was secretly a serial killer or keeping a prisoner, but she was up to something. You noticed a scale model of the town on full display, something that had to have taken someone a very long time to complete. If you cut out sleeping and her day job, it would give her endless amount of time to create an exact replica. You bent down to inspect the craftsmanship, Ann went as far to add little people to make it more realistic. It was unsure if she did this on her own, or the person pretending to be here did.

The most troublesome thing you noticed wasn't the model township she did in her free time, but the little bags of dirt that were hanging from the ceiling. You reached out to grab one of the little baggies, pushing on the contents to wonder what it was. Guessing from how it felt, it was dirt You heard of people collecting a small amount of sand from beaches they went to, collecting dirt was a strange habit that wasn't normal. You let the bag of dirt go, causing it to swing slightly in the air. You directed your attention back to Mr. Morton, wondering what Ann muttered to herself.

“Something about an orchard? Finally, I just followed her one night, and she went to the playground. Over here—the elementary school.” Mr. Morton pointed to a spot on the map where you spotted a little playground with trees and people, even toy cars as well. “And she started digging. She would leave with these little bags full of dirt. Hung them here. All these bags represent holes that she dug in the ground.”

“Were these holes, I don’t know,” Dean took a wild guess of how Ann worked and how far she went to find something from digging. "Six feet deep?"

“No. She dug for hours. She never broke a sweat. Straight down ten, maybe fifteen feet.

"Did you notice anything else?" You asked, hopeful there was more evidence to shine a light on the woman's odd behavior.

Mr. Morton fell silent from your question. Your expression softened from the thought that came to his mind, something that sounded like it would come from a crazy person. You didn't need to say anything for him to hesitate. Every little bit of information helped figure out what happened to his wife. All it took was a nod of reassurance that you wouldn't judge him for what was about to come out of his mouth.

“I didn’t say anything to the cops ‘cause I didn’t want them to think I was crazy.” Mr. Morton admitted. “After Ann came home, I came down here to confront her, and she was on the phone.”

“Any idea who she was talking to?” Dean asked.

“No. But I know what I saw. And it wasn't my Annie. After I called her out, her eyes...they turned black." Mr. Morton told you something that sounded like it was a trick of the mind. You and the boys knew that it was a direction into what was going on here. You felt your jaw tightening from the thought of having to deal with demons. "Now, I know I must have imagined it. I know I did. But I left. I went to the bar, probably had too much to drink, and by the time I came back...my Annie was…”

Mr. Morton let out a heavy sigh, not needing to say about what happened to his wife. It was the reason why the three of you were here in the first place. It meant while he was gone someone was already onto what Ann was, broke into the house and did your job for you. "I should have stayed. I should have protected her.” Mr. Morton mumbled, feeling guilty for all what he could have done to save his wife. “I’m moving into my sister’s place today. I can’t be here anymore.”

"Sure. Too many memories." You said, nodding your head at what the man was feeling at the moment. You gave him a sympathetic smile from the unexpected loss he was going through, and the list of unanswered questions he would be burdened with for the rest of his life. "Thank you very much for your time. We're all very sorry for your loss."

You and the boys excused yourselves out after saying a formal goodbye to Mr. Morton. You had an idea from what was going on here. And you weren’t sure how to feel about it. Demons were always a pain in your ass with their sketchy plans to complete some sort of project their king wanted done without having to get his hands dirty in the first place. Crowley had been quiet for a few months now after you busted his plan of torturing that poor angel. After you murdered his pet you knew it a matter of time until you came face to face with him again. The question was what him and his goons were doing, and how someone was killing them.

For some reason that little detail was bothering you the most. You followed behind the boys out of the house and to the Impala parked on the sidewalk, just a few feet away. You placed a hand on your chest from the burning feeling slowly creep into your chest. You presumed it was just heartburn, one of the many fun things about pregnancy. You had it a few times before, but it never quite reached your lungs like it had yesterday. You made your way down the steps, taking in a deep breath to compose yourself after the pain passed by.

“So, somebody’s killing demons. Well, that is awesome.” Dean said. He sounded a little too enthusiastic about hearing the news that shouldn't be possible for hunters. There were only two weapons for someone to kill demons from what you knew. And one of them was always in you and the boys’ possession. Dean didn't seem to linger on the details, he was just happy someone was helping carry the load. "I feel like we should send a card or flowers. What kind of flower says 'Thanks for killing demons'?"

“Yeah, but who’s killing demons? And why?” Sam asked, sounding confused as you were from what was going on here. Demons were the type of monster who liked to possess people and get their hands dirty by torturing and killing to get what they wanted. Not in the sense of getting down on their knees to dig for something. "And, by the way, since when does a demon possesses someone, then go all 'Beautiful Mind' and digging in the dirt? Does any of this seem right to you guys?”

"I like the part about killing demons." Dean said, giving no help. "That sounds right."

You rolled your eyes from the lack of help he could give on the insight of the case and what you might be trying to stop here. You opened up the backseat door and slipped yourself inside, knowing there was still one more lead you had to chase along with a few phone calls you needed to make on the way to the next house on your list.

Sure, it was nice someone was going out of their way to take down demons. It made your job a little easier from the number of possible enemies working on this little project of theirs. That part really wasn’t bothering you. It was how they were going upon it and icing off demons that was making you feel saying thank you to the person helping. You had a feeling it wasn't a hunter who was taking down the common enemy the both of you shared.

+ + +

On the drive to the next house, you made a phone call to another victim's spouse to see what she could tell you about her husband's sudden passing and if she had to say the same as Ann's husband did. You listened to what she had to say, jotting down notes about the same behavior Ann had inhibited before her passing. When you felt the Impala slowly coming to a stop, you looked out the backseat window to see that the three of you arrived at your next destination. You tucked away your small notepad into your jacket pocket and blazer's pocket and opened up the door with your free hand, all while finishing up your conversation.

"Of course. Well, thank you very much for all your help. I really appreciate the time. Alright. Goodbye." You ended the phone call, slamming the backseat door with your hip and stepped onto the sidewalk to join the boys and tell them what you found. "So, the real-estate guy's wife said he was acting weird. Historian's hubby said the same—just got all obsessive and weird. No one saw any black eyes, but still, where there’s smoke, you know…”

"I wonder what they're all looking for." Sam said. You shrugged your shoulders from the lack of any lead you had going for you and the boys, heading up the porch steps and to the front door.

“Well, Wendy Rice here was the last person to speak with Ann so let’s see if she can tell us.” Dean said.

Sam knocked on the door as you pulled out your badge from your pocket, making sure it ready when you saw it open a few moments later. You saw a woman who looked to be in the middle of getting ready from the curlers in her hair answer the door, only to be bombarded with three badges to greet her. "Special Agent Lynne." Sam introduced himself to Wendy, along with his brother and then yourself. "These are my partners Special Agent Tandy and Special Agent Koerner. We'd like to ask you a few questions about Ann Morton."

"Oh. Uh, uh, uh, of course. Please come in." Wendy nervously chuckled at the sight of two handsome faces on her front porch, when she wasn't the least prepared to look her best. She smiled and softly played with her curlers to make sure they were in place before welcoming you into her home. She ushered you to take a seat in her living room and came back with four cups of coffee to discuss the reason why all of you were here in the first place. "I had never met her before she called the other night.”

“Now,” Sam smiled at the woman when she handed him a cup of coffee, asking her a question that might lead you one step further into what was going on. “Why was she calling you?”

“She was looking to find an original map of the city.” Wendy said.

“Did she say what for?” Sam asked in hopes for more specific information.

“Well, she didn’t, but she did mention an old orchard that had gone missing.” Wendy went on. You raised your brow slightly from what she said, wondering what caused it to disappear in the first place. “This town was wiped from the earth by one of the river’s hundred year floods. It was rebuilt. But all of the original records were lost. I’m—I’m a PhD candidate.”

Wendy nervously chuckled once again as she played with her curlers. You sat on the love seat next to hers, knowing well enough the school girl giggles was because of how accomplished she sounded to the boys, who she was facing while the conversation went on. You subtly rolled your eyes. Wendy got up from her seat to grab a binder from her desk to show all of you what Ann had searched out for. You put down your cup and scooched out of your chair to inspect the detailed map Wendy had created and laid over the coffee table.

"And this is my research. My dissertation is on the history of this town and its connection to the underground railroad and whatnot.” Wendy went on, smiling at her accomplishments she got to brag about. She pointed a finger at the stop in which Ann was talking about. “I've been working to re-create a map for years as part of my research, and this is the old Jakubiak orchard there. I found out yesterday it’s where Downey meets Bond street.”

“Now, did Ann say why she was looking for the site of an old orchard?” Sam asked the woman.

"No. We set a time to meet, and she never showed. Then I read about her in the paper. It's just tragic." Wendy said, falling silent for a moment from the unexpected turn of events she never saw coming. "Ann's assistant called this morning, though, asking if I still had the map."

You and the boys exchanged a glance from hearing about this assistant that Mr. Morton never mentioned, and found a little odd of why Ann would have one in the first place, considering she was just a high school history teacher. All of you got up to your feet and followed behind Wendy when she answered the door, revealing this so called assistant. You were expecting one person to pick up the map, not three men to do a simple job.

If you already had your suspicion any of them being Ann's so called assistant, you were proven right when they showed themselves for what they truly when you saw three pairs of inky black eyes in your direction. You had beaten them to what they wanted. But it seemed nothing was going to stop them from getting what they came here for.

One of the demons grabbed a hold of Wendy and threw her across the room as if she was nothing, knowing she was no more than a bystander in the fight that was about to break out. If it was a fight they wanted, it was one they were going to get. You thought you were still more than capable of defending yourself against anyone who wanted to pick a fight with you, even in your condition. You were waiting until a demon crossed your path again. While the brothers were drawn into a fight, there was still one that was unaccounted for.

You saw the third one trying to grab the map from the floor, where an unconscious Wendy laid. You managed to beat him to the piece of paper before he could get his grubby hands on it. While you were ready to do anything you needed to make sure it stayed that way, you didn't take into consideration he wasn't going to go down without a fight. And the knife that could kill him was currently in Dean's hands. You felt a sudden rush of pain in your face from the punch the demon threw, making you stumble back slightly. Any other day you would have been able to defend yourself in a fight, but for some reason you were off your game today.

You felt the map slip out of your hand when a grip around your throat came out of nowhere, cutting off the supply of oxygen that you needed to breathe. Normally a punch to the face and a hand around your throat was nothing more than adding fuel to your anger from how the demon was trying to pick a fight with you. You were all set to kick his ass, but you were more concerned with the fact that you couldn't breathe. The demon dragged you over to the nearest wall and tried to keep this fight going with you, however he didn’t take into consideration that there was someone else wanting to pick a fight with him.

Sam thought he managed to subdue one demon long enough to throw the one off you before he could choke you to death. Dean was about ready to stab the demon he was fighting against, but before he could, he watched as he slipped out of his meat suit in favor for Wendy. Everything happened so quickly after all. You saw one of the demons somehow manage to escape with the map while Sam tried to fight the one you went up against. The younger Winchester managed to only throw a few punches before he found himself being blinded by an unexpected burst of light.

When the air began to come back in your lungs and the room stopped spinning, you noticed that Wendy was subdued and the demon that attacked you were dead. His eyes burned out of his sockets. The person who saved your life was somebody you hadn't seen in a good few months after he disappeared under strange circumstances—Castiel.

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[flightfoot]

Memories of Godly Selfishness Ch.4

So I meant to get this out by April Fool’s Day. Clearly I missed that deadline. Still, maybe it’s for the best. I ended up having more to say than I thought, and it’s more angsty than funny. 

“Why did I agree to watch this again?”

“Because it’s a marvelous educational film directed by and starring moi.”

Meg stared at me. I relented. “...and because you lost a bet.”

We’d arrived at Camp Half-Blood a few days ago to recuperate and sort out our next move. I’d been delighted to see my children again. If they tell you I blubbered like a baby and couldn’t string three coherent words together though, they’re lying.

The Demeter Cabin welcomed Meg with open arms. She hadn’t had much chance to get to know her siblings due to... ah... circumstances, but from the tears in the corners of her eyes, I could tell she was happy to see her family too.

We’d each sat and ate at our respective tables and got to talking. I’d mentioned to my kids how proud I was of the orientation film I’d made, and how Meg had deprived herself of it. They had some weird screwed-up expressions on their face after I said that, which I still haven’t figured out what they meant. Austin came up with a brilliant idea to get Meg to watch it; have a small capture the flag competition between just the Demeter and Apollo Cabins. If we won, anyone who hadn’t already seen the Orientation film would have to watch it (both cabins insisted on that condition. Apparently both had seen it recently and didn’t want to rewatch it for some reason) while if they won, the Apollo cabin would have to muck out the Pegasus stables.

Naturally we won, because my children are brilliant and wonderful. The Demeter cabin put up a fair fight though. It took me half-an-hour to pick all the burrs out of my hair.

For some reason, the Campers acted like Meg was about to die. They all said that they’d work on making a shroud for her. I still can’t understand why. Sometimes I think I understand demigods, and then they do something like that. Perhaps it’s an inside joke?

In any case, the demigods had helped us set up the viewing equipment and then hastily left before the film could start, leaving just me and Meg.

The movie started with darkness, as all good movies do. A spotlight turned on, illuminating my divine self.

I nearly cried. My long, golden, flowing hair! My cheekbones! My flawless skin! My eight-pack abs! Oh, the cruelty of Zeus knew no bounds! He couldn’t have let me keep my hair at least? The medium-length hair I was now sporting was no good for flipping dramatically, or waving majestically in the breeze! Ah, and that chiton I was wearing. I could never pull it off in my current form, but it showed off my muscular godly thighs so well!

On the screen, I held out a book. I cleared my throat, “A poem by Apollo, recited dramatically by... Apollo:

O Immortal Chiron, Centaur wise and true, Trainer of our heroes, Just remember who taught you. “

Speaking of heroes....

I glanced at Meg, gauging her reaction to seeing my divine self. Her eyes were wide with shock, her mouth slightly agape. “That’s YOU?!” she exclaimed, looking back-and-forth between my appearance on-screen, and now.

“Yes,” I said wistfully. “That’s what I normally look like... mostly. I change things a bit, sometimes appearing older, sometimes younger, changing eye colors and hairstyles too, but that’s a pretty typical look for me.”

She studied me some more, looking less shocked and more inquisitive now. “You look nothing like that now.”

I groaned. “I KNOW.”

She looked back at the screen with some trepidation, as I gave narration. “You’re not gonna bend over, are you? I don’t wanna see your butt.”

I huffed. “I’ll have you know, my butt is perfect.”

“Don’t care, don’t wanna see it.”

I grumbled a little, but secretly I agreed. I’d seen enough of my butt when the gigantic statue of me - with Nero’s face plastered on it - rampaged around Camp Half-Blood.

The next segment started up a few minutes later. This time I was dressed in a glittery suit and my hair was slicked back. An a cappella choir of demigods stood behind me, all dressed in suits. I pointed to the boys and then the girls side, directing them to start singing the background tune I needed. In the present day, I appreciated their ability to harmonize. Clearly none of Hermes’ children were in this segment. I still remembered Cecil’s complete inability to follow rhythm when we needed to appeal the Mama Myrmekes.

After they were properly warmed up, I announced:

“Ladies and Gentlemen... the Lyre Choir!”

As the choir sang a soft, slow background melody, I began singing.

“Marble may be marble-lous,

And wood might be good.

Stone’s a sturdy choice,

for this half-blood neighborhood.

But for my children’s cabin,

I demand something more divine.

so give me precious metal,

and make it GOLD every time!”

I hummed along to the melody. I’d forgotten I’d put in musical segments, but I was glad I did. Nothing could make an educational film entertaining like music!

[Everyone sings]: Gold, gold, gold, gold - there’s nothing quite so bright!

Gold, gold, gold, gold - it reflects Apollo’s might!

I stared at my hands for a moment at that one. I certainly didn’t feel mighty now. And not just because I’d lost my power. I hadn’t been able to protect my children. They’d been kidnapped because of me. Jason had died because of me. The Emperors were still out there, still intent on subjugating all the demigods, like how Nero kidnapped Meg. And Python, my old nemesis, still waited for me, plotting my destruction.

But even if I’d still been a god, what would have changed?

I would have gone after Python, scared as I was of him. I would have defeated him or died trying.

But not much more than that.

Maybe I would have intervened when my own children went missing - if they went missing. That had at least partly been to bait me. I could see leaving a hint to their location, assuming I knew where they were.

I wouldn’t have intervened prior to that. Demigods go missing? Who cares! They go missing or die all the time.

The battle at the Waystation? The struggle against Caligula on the boats? Maybe I would’ve watched. But I wouldn’t have intervened. For all my supposed might, for all the difference in power between my godly self and my mortal self, My mortal self had done more good, made more of a difference than my godly self would have. Just because I was more powerful as a god, didn’t make me mightier.

It reminded me of a story my old friend Aesop told me, about a miser and his gold.

A miser had acquired some gold and buried it in the ground. He visited it for years, digging it up to stare at it and then re-burying it. One day it was stolen. Grief-stricken, the miser cried and wailed, making such a fuss that a traveler stopped by and asked him what was wrong. The miser confessed that someone had stolen the gold he’d hidden. The traveler had asked why he put it in such an inaccessible place, where he’d have difficulty getting it out when he wanted to spend some. The miser, affronted, replied that he’d never even think of spending his gold. At that, the traveler had tossed a stone into the hole, and told him to cover it up, that it had just as much worth to him as the gold he’d lost.

I had not appreciated the moral when I first heard the story. After all, the gold was lustrous and valuable. The stone was not. Even just possessing that gold made the miser feel powerful and rich.

Now I had another view on it. My divinity was like the gold, hidden away, jealously guarded, to be obsessed over, not used. Even as a god, an Olympian, I had done little good for my children, or the people I now counted as my friends. I had power, but I’d hardly used it to help, even when the problems plaguing the demigods were divine in nature, not mortal.

Now... now it was like the gold was stolen, and replaced with a handful of drachma. Not nearly as valuable as the gold, but every piece was actually being used to better the world, instead of being merely stared at.

I was mightier now, as a mortal, than I had ever been as a god, because I was willing to try my hardest to help - something I would either not do as a god, or not do much of.

[Divine!Apollo cuts off the choir, restarting his solo]

Silver suits my sister,

But unattended, it can tarnish.

Roofs of thatch are fine, I guess,

But why not add some varnish?

Vines of wine are creepy,

Meg snorted and rolled her eyes at that one, giving a look as if to say ‘Really? you said that’? Out loud, she said, “Wine isn’t a vine. And grapevines aren’t creepy.”

And abalone smells like fish,

As my divine self continued singing, I replied, “I needed a rhyme. And they are creepy. Why, I remember this one time with Dionysus...”

She shushed me. On the one hand, I was annoyed that she didn’t want to hear my story. On the other hand, it meant that she wanted to hear my singing.

Hah! She could claim she didn’t like my singing as much as she wanted, but I knew the truth.

Red’s too strong a color,

And gray is boring-ish.

That’s why my children’s cabin,

Is made of something more divine.

I’m worth that precious metal -

So make it GOLD every time!

[All] Gold, gold, gold, gold...

I saw Meg mouthing along to the last line. I tactfully did not mention it.

Another segment started up. This time, I wore a white T-shirt, jeans, a leather jacket, and some awesome-looking sunglasses. I lounged on a throne beneath a neon sign proclaiming “Fortunately Apollo’s Here!”

I frowned. What was this segment about?

On-screen, my godly self shouted, “Next!”

A female camper entered and asked, “O, Great Apollo, god of prophecy, tell me, will I ever find love?”

“Find love? I didn’t know it was missing?”

Beside me, I heard Meg groan as she buried her face in her hands.

Meanwhile, I winced at the reminder of my being the god of prophecy... or rather NOT being the god of prophecy.

Back on the film, I cried out, “Next!”

A male camper entered this time.

“O, Great Apollo, god of prophecy, tell me, will I ever be rich?”

“What’s your name, child?”

“Albert, Great Apollo.”

“Well, Albert Greatapollo, I foresee only one way for you to be rich...”

“What is it?”

“Change your name to Richard.”

At that, Meg let out an even LOUDER groan. “You make such dad jokes.”

I didn’t know what that meant exactly, but I had the feeling I’d just been insulted.

A second male camper entered and asked, “O, Great Apollo, god of prophecy, will I ever discover who my godly parent is?”

“Dear child, the answer is right in front of you.”

“Really? Where?”

My divine self stood up and spread his arms, “Right in front of you.”

“I don’t get it. Am I missing a clue?”

“You’re missing a clue alright. One might even call you clueless!”

Meg frowned slightly as the segment ended. “You hadn’t claimed him before that?”

I frowned, hoping I could remember the child. Luckily, my memory felt like cooperating. “I’d claimed him years before that. This was all scripted, he just pretended not to know I was his father.”

Meg nodded, the frown disappearing from her face in favor of a thoughtful expression.

In another segment I jogged backwards across the beach, shooting arrows from my favorite golden bow, campers in full battle gear jogging behind me in military formation. I flashed a blinding smile at the camera as my golden hair flowed behind me. In the present, I bit back a sob.

My godly self began a rousing military chant, the campers repeating each line:

“I don't know but I've been told!”

“We don't know but we've been told!”

“The sun god's got a bow of gold!”

“The sun god's got a bow of gold!”

“He's the best shot in the land!”

“ He's the best shot in the land!”

Suddenly, my godly self tripped and landed on his butt. Meg erupted into giggles. I couldn’t help joining her. At the time it was kinda embarrassing, but with what I’d been dealing with the last few months, I was kinda used to that now. And it WAS pretty funny.

“ Augh!  I've fallen in the sand!”

No longer being able to follow my godly self, the campers improvised, jogging n circles around me instead.

“ Augh! He's fallen in the sand!”

“ I meant to do that, so don't laugh!”

I snorted. Like anyone had actually believed that.

“He meant to do that, so don't laugh!”

My divine self attempted to get back up. Key word being ‘attempted’. He fell back down on his butt.

“Ow! I hurt my godly calf!”

At this point, both Meg and I were guffawing so hard our sides hurt. I couldn’t BELIEVE I left this in, but I was glad I did. I needed a good laugh, even if it was at my own expense.

“Ow! He hurt his godly calf!”

My godly self glowered at the campers and started to glow. The laughter died in my throat. “If you want to live another day ...”

“ If we want to live another day ...”

My godly self glowed brighter. I sat back heavily, mirth forgotten. Meg had also quieted down, choosing to glare at my past self. I joined her. REALLY? There just HAD to be an appearance of stupid murderous Apollo. I highly doubt I would actually have hurt those campers, but THEY didn’t know that, and I wasn’t COMPLETELY sure I wouldn’t have. Gods I was a jerk.

“STOP REPEATING WHAT I SAY!” my divine(ly stupid) self shouted.

“STOP - um... “

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least they knew better than to purposely antagonize my godly self. I really, REALLY wished I could reach through time and smack myself. A lot.

Meg was quiet.

I looked over at her, worried.

"I shouldn't have said those things."

Meg looked back at me. "Yeah. You shouldn't have. It was stupid."

"I won't do it again," I promised.

Meg's face softened slightly. "I know."

New segment, this time with myself as a game show host. I stared longingly at the open shirt, bright gold lamé jacket I wore. Oh how I wished I could wear some of my old attire! Alas, glittery golden lamé anything had fallen out of fashion for some inconceivable reason. I’d tried to convert Meg to the lamé side, but she kept misunderstanding and thinking I was saying “lame”. ...Or she was teasing me. I honestly wasn’t sure at this point.

I (by which I mean my godly self) opened up the segment:

“Welcome to our first annual Camp Half-Blood quiz show! Please give a warm welcome to our contestants. From Athena cabin... Bea Wise! From Ares cabin... Arnold Beefcake! And representing our cloven-hoofed friends... Ferdinand Underwood the satyr!”

Wait, what?

Underwood? Like GROVER Underwood? 

I perked up, listening intently. 

Meg leaned towards and whispered, “Is he related to..?”

I whispered back, “Probably. Shh.”

I was still talking on-screen. “Contestants, you know the rules. I ask a question. If you know the answer, ding your bell. Are you ready?”

Wise tapped her temple. “I think, therefore I am.”

Beefcake flexed. “Do your worst!”

Ferdinand, meanwhile...

“Um, I ate my bell.”

Meg giggled. I smiled. Ah, satyrs and their insatiable appetite. That’s one thing Grover had in common with his maybe-relative!

On-screen, my godly self cried, “Excellent! Then let’s begin. First question. Name the serpent I slayed.”

I sat back and scowled. Really? Did I HAVE to remind myself of Python? It’s not like he occupied my nightmares enough already. Nope. He HAD to crop up during the day too. That serpent, always popping up when he wasn’t wanted. For a moment I fantasized about asking Hephaestus to make some sort of serpent-killing machine. Alas, there was no way it would be that easy.

*Ding ding*

Bea hit her bell. Of course she did. Athena’s kids were usually the most knowledgeable of all the demigods. She had this in the bag... right?

I frowned. That didn’t seem right... I couldn’t think of what happened though. I stopped trying to remember and just watched. It’s not like I’d have to wait long for answers.

“Wise?” my divine self called on her.

 “That’s not a question.”

I snorted. That also wasn’t an answer.

My past self agreed. “Sorry, ‘That’s not a question.” is incorrect.”

“No, wait, I meant-”

*Ding, ding*

“The serpent was Python!” Beefcake declared. 

“Correct!”

Beefcake flashed two thumbs up. “Ayyyyy!”

“Next question-”

Ferdinand chimed in. “So should I just say ding-ding if I know the answer or-”

My godly self ignored him. “Who falsely accused me of flaying him alive after a music contest?” 

Really? WHY would I bring that up? Especially since it was my fault I was ‘falsely accused’ of that anyway. I spread that rumor in the first place! I hadn’t wanted people to think I was ‘soft’. Nowadays I regretted it and had been trying to quash it. 

Ferdinand’s eyes went wide. He withdrew slightly, looking freaked out. Scared.

I felt terrible. I should’ve known that would freak him out. Why did I include that question, KNOWING that I would invite a satyr?

Of course I knew the answer to that. I hadn’t cared. A satyr was scared. So what? Why should I care about his feelings? 

Heck, even AFTER I’d turned mortal, I didn’t care much for a while. I’d freaked out Woodrow. I hadn’t meant to, but me being in his class, playing music, caused him to beg me to not flay him. I’d reassured him at the time that I wouldn’t, but I hadn’t really absorbed WHY he’d been so freaked out. Now I did. I was the satyr’s boogeyman. I didn’t want to be. Not anymore.

What could I do to change that?

Maybe I should ask Grover. I was planning on apologizing to him for that Celedon business anyway. Now I had two more things to add to the list. Ask about Ferdinand so I could apologize to him, and come up with a way to put the satyrs fear of me to rest.

Ferdinand blanched, “Blaa-blaa!”

My godly self ignored Ferdinand’s freak-out. Of course he did. “I’m sorry, ‘Blaa-blaa’ is incorrect. Also, you didn’t ring in. The correct answer is Marsyas the satyr.”

Wise was indignant. “Hang on! I knew that! You didn’t give me a chance to answer!”

“He thought he was so great on those stupid twin pipes, but I sure showed him.”

I glared at my past self, wishing I could shoot lasers from my eyes into the past. Sadly, nothing happened.

Beefcake cheered, “Yeah, you did!”

Wise was annoyed, “I thought you were falsely accused.”

Ferdinand continued freaking out, “Blaa-blaa!”

I felt a pang of guilt. I REALLY hoped this part wasn’t dragged out much longer.

Mercifully, my past self gave me a break. “Final question: Do you know what time it is?”

*Ding-ding*

Wise looked at the sun’s location, clearly using it to tell time. “Two twen-”

“It’s dancing time!”

My godly self ripped off his jacket and shirt and started Hula-hooping.

“Hit it boys!”

Satyrs danced in, flailing ribbon sticks, playing reed pipes, and cavorting around my divine self.

Meg stared at the scene. “This is SO stupid.”

I just grinned. 

Beefcake was thrilled “Oh yeah!” He ripped off his shirt, twirling it in the air. “Now it’s a party!”

Wise rubbed her temples, thoroughly exasperated. I’d seen that same look on Athena’s face several times, along with her descendant’s faces. I had long been convinced that it was as much an Athena trait as overly detailed plans were. “I can’t believe I studied for this.”

“Ding-ding?” Ferdinand chimed in as the segment ended.

“That was awful.”

“Well the style was a little... dated, I admit, and maybe it COULD have been more informative, but...”

“Nope. Don’t try to save it. That was horrible.”

Okay, yeah, I could see where she was coming from. Looking back on it now, it wasn’t really the BEST way to present the info. I winced. Especially since most of it came off as an ego trip for me.

It wasn’t just the style of the video that was outdated anyways. Between Thalia’s tree, the Golden Fleece, all the additional cabins and the new rules regarding gods claiming their kids (I winced slightly, thinking of that one. It REALLY shouldn’t have taken a young demigod FORCING us gods to claim all our children and to give recognition of non-Olympian demigods), the Athena Parthenos, and the Grove of Dodona, there had been a LOT of changes. Not to mention the existence of the Roman camp.

Hmm... if it needs an update...

“Well... when this quest is over, if I survive, why don’t we make a NEW orientation film?”

Meg looked over at me cautiously, though her eyes glinted slightly. “This won’t be an excuse to stroke your ego this time, right?”

“Why, I never!” I cried dramatically, clutching one hand to my chest. “I am the pinnacle of modesty, I would never dream of it!”

Meg giggled. I grinned.

Still smiling, she warned, “I’m not sticking around if you rip off your shirt.”

“But I pull it off so well!”

She stared at me.

“Fiiiiine,” I crossed my arms and pouted. Secretly I was happy we could relax and banter like this. The past few weeks had been stressful. We needed to decompress.

“Maybe we should get everyone’s help with the new video?” Meg suggested.

“I was planning on it,” I replied, slightly more seriously. “Being mortal has shown me that there are some things you don’t realize are important unless you’ve been in that situation. The demigods will probably have a better idea what sorts of things other demigods need to know, the sorts of things they WISH they knew when they started camp.”

Meg nodded.

I grinned, adding, “We’re keeping the Hokey Pokey border song, though.”

She groaned, “It was TERRIBLE, no!”

“Oh, come on! I saw the way you smiled while I and the demigods were singing it. ‘It lets the demigods in! It shuts the monsters out! It keeps the half-bloods safe, but turns mortals all about! It’s Misty, and it’s magic, and it makes me want to shout: the border is all about!”

Meg covered her ears, steadfastly ignoring my existence as we exited the Big House.

A few hours later, I stood near the Woods, watching Grover chat with some dryads. Meg had offered to come with me for this, but I’d turned her down. I wanted to have a private chat with Grover. Besides, I didn’t want to eat into her time with her siblings. She hadn’t gotten to know them very well last time, and I didn’t know how much longer we’d be here this time.

Whatever chat Grover was having with the dryads appeared to be winding down. I approached him.

He turned around. “Apollo? What is it?”

I sucked in a breath and slowly exhaled. No need to be nervous. I was just apologizing to a friend.

“Grover? Can we talk in private? Please?”

He looked confused and a little worried. “Um... okay. Where do you want to go?”

“My kids are all out right now, so we can use the Me cabin... if you’re okay with that.”

Silently he mouthed ‘the me cabin’, looking confused. Realization slowly dawned on his face. “OH. Oh right! That makes sense. Yeah, that’s fine.”

We walked over to the cabins. I fidgeted slightly. Come on, I apologized to Percy, and he’s MUCH more intimidating! This shouldn’t be so hard!

That had been more natural, though. I didn’t have to go out of my way to make it happen.

I closed the door behind us and turned to face Grover. 

“So Apollo, what’s going on?” he asked.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out. Yeah, that seemed like a good way to start.

He looked confused. “Um, for what?”

I rubbed the back of my head. “You know how I sometimes had flashbacks, re-experiencing the past?”

“Yeaaaah...?”

“Well lately, Meg and I have gotten sucked into flashbacks together, sometimes with others. First time it happened, we were sucked into my memories, and I saw how I acted as a god from an outside perspective. One of the things I saw was that quest I sent you and Percy on. You know, when you got back my Celedon for me?”

“Oh. Oh yeah, I remember that. Heh. It’s only been two years, but so much has happened...”

“Yeah...” they’d been through so much... “so I... just wanted to apologize for... you know... forcing you to go on a quest on your birthday.... and forgetting it was your birthday... and forgetting your name... and threatening to kill you if you damaged my lyre.”

Awkward. This was SO awkward.

He grimaced. “I was scared at the time. I really thought you might incinerate me. That was the WORST birthday I’ve ever had.”

I avoided his eyes, a lump forming in my throat.

“Still,” he continued. “It wasn’t that bad, as far as quests go. At least you made sure to choose people who could definitely do it without dying. And it’s nowhere NEAR the worst thing that a god’s thrown at us.”

“I’m... I’m not going to do that again. It wasn’t right to make you endanger yourselves when I could have done it just as easily. She was my responsibility, not yours. I’m going to try to stop other gods from doing that too. Endangering mortals unnecessarily, I mean. If I can’t stop them, I’ll try to help as much as I can. I... I’m sick of people dying needlessly.”

Grover blinked and studied my face, as if seeing me for the first time.

He exhaled, smiling slightly. “I am too. Thanks.”

I suddenly remembered the other revelations I came to while watching the orientation video. “Do you know where Ferdinand Underwood is? I rewatched the orientation video I made recently. I really freaked him out when I talked about Marsyas, and I wanted to apologize to him too.”

“Oh, uh... he’s not around anymore. Percy, Annabeth, and I stumbled across him years ago. Apparently he’d stumbled into Medusa’s lair and been turned into a statue.”

“My condolences.”

An long pause followed. How do you continue on from that?

Eventually I decided to just plow on through with what I was saying.

“I didn’t flay Marsyas. I just made that up to sound scary. You know that, right?”

“I wondered. After traveling with you for a week, I couldn’t imagine you doing that.”

“I want to put that myth to rest. Stop satyrs from thinking that I’ll skin them if they offend me. And REALLY put it to rest, not the mixed signal thing I was doing before. Will you help me?”

He thought for a minute. “...Okay. I think I know how to do that. We can start now, if you like.”

Now?

“How do you propose I do that?”

He smiled. “Being a Lord of the Wild has privileges. The satyr school is having classes right now. We can talk to the teacher about allowing you to be a guest speaker. I’ll warn you, though. A lot of the kids will probably be scared of you. The Marsyas story is used to warn us about the consequences of getting on the wrong side of a god, starting from an early age. Some of them might freak out a little.”

My chest tightened. For a minute it felt like I was being squeezed by Python. I was used as a warning to kids, to tell them that they had to be good, or else the big, scary god would kill them slowly and painfully. I really WAS the boogeyman. I didn’t like it.

“I don’t... I don’t want to freak them out. I’ve caused them enough distress. Any advice?”

“Be gentle. Don’t get angry or upset. They’ll calm down when they realize that you won’t hurt them. Nowadays, you’re nothing like what we were warned of. They’ll realize that too.”

I breathed out, relaxing slightly. This was fixable. And I could start fixing it NOW, on my own. I could make things better even BEFORE I regained my godhood.

“Thanks.”

As we exited the Me cabin, Grover looked back at me. “I know I didn’t say this before, but... Apollo, you’re a good friend.”

A warmth filled my chest as Grover walked towards the Satyr school. 

‘You’re a good friend.’ 

I never thought those words would matter to me so much.

I’d change things with what little power I had.

I’d do my best.

But I didn’t have to do it alone.

I had friends to help me.

#trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #memories of godly selfishness #grover underwood #fanfiction #apollo #camp half-blood confidential #the trials of apollo #toa

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bakucamie sick hcs

lmao i was not going to post these but i thought i would just go for it~ I wrote these for Meg, my precious daughter (@teenytraveler), and i’ve already seen (and heard lol) your reaction but here they are again! :)

Camie hears from the bakusquad that Bakugou didn’t attend school that day because he was down with a fever and despite his angry protests, his mum knocked him out and made him stay in

Because she’s a good friend (and totally wants to see the Bakugou sick) she offers to take his handouts to him (yes, Mina handed them over willingly with plenty of winks too)

When she gets to his house, Mitsuki opens, “Oh my! Are you one of Katsuki’s friends?” “Yep! I’m Camie and I’m here to drop some stuff off!” “OH! You’re Camie! Katsuki has mentioned you before! Please come in!” Camie enters and straight away, Mitsuki puts on a coat, “Now that you’re here, please take care of my son whilst I attend a meeting! Thank you, Camie!”

Camie just rolls with it, walking towards the direction Mitsuki pointed in before she left and when she opens the door, she’s greeted with the sight of Bakugou half out of his bed, his face red and he scowls, “What the fuck are you doing here?!” Except he’s cut off by the sound of his own coughs so Camie runs over to him and pushes him back into bed.

“I’m totes gonna nurse you back to health!” “Fuck no!” “Awww, Bakuboo, you sound totally adorable with your hoarse voice, fam!” “Piss,” cough, “Off!” “Nope~!” And she proceeds to tuck him back into bed.

Camie then borrows his kitchen to make him some congee and Bakugou is forced to listen to her rummaging around his home because as much as he wants to, he’d rather not get up and possibly fall over from dizziness in front of her.

“Here is Camie’s famous congee!” “Are you sure you can cook?” “Bakuboo! Don’t be rude.” “Don’t blame me for not trusting you!” “This is totes not cool, bro! Just get up and eat, ah~” “Knock it off!”

After he eats, albeit warily (but he can’t really refuse her when she pouts at him), Camie tells him to go to sleep and he’s super stubborn at first because he doesn’t trust her in his house whilst he’s unconscious but she says that she’ll sing lullabies until he does sleep so he concedes.

Before that, he needs to change his clothes because they’re sweaty and in his moment of feverish mind, he asks Camie to get him some clothes, forgetting that it’s Camie.

“Oooo, you have some lit clothes, Bakuboo!” “Oi!” “They all smell super-duper nice too!” “Stop!” “OMG, is this your underwear-,” “JUST GET ME SOME PYJAMAS!”

It doesn’t end there though, because when Bakugou sits up to get changed, Camie’s just sitting there with her legs tucked under her and she just watches him with a smile and he’s so confused because “Isn’t she going to leave?!”

“Get the fuck out.” “Do you need some help?” “What?” “Here.” And she just starts pulling his top up, exposing his stomach and covering half of his head and he almost implodes, “NO! JUST LEAVE!”

He does finally go to sleep, however, and Camie is just in awe of how quiet Bakugou can be. He does have a deep set furrow between his brows though and she laughs because he looks angry even when he’s sleeping. Carefully, she touches the centre of the furrowing in curiosity and she smiles softly when the wrinkles dissipate and his expression becomes more peaceful.

“He looks adorable,” she whispers, and he does - who knew King Explosion Murder could look anything but that. The worst part (for Camie’s heart) is when he turns his head, nudging towards her hand as if instinctively looking for her touch and she has to stifle her squeals when he rests his head on her palm, turning enough that his lips are grazing the heel of her thumb.

Soon enough, Camie also falls asleep seeing as she can’t move her hand from under Bakugou’s face. Bakugou awakes before Camie though, and he blinks a few times because Camie’s face is so close to his and he has no idea why.

“Oi,” he croaks out, his voice tinged with the cold he’s housing and it’s not until he feels the warmth of her skin on his cheek that he realises why she’s sleeping so close to him. With as much speed a sick person can muster, he shoots upwards to put distance between him and the sleeping girl.

He manages to shake her awake in the end and she rowses from her sleep, one side of her face red from laying on it and eyes blinking sleepily as she remembers where she is.

“Bakugou?” “Don’t get so close to me!” “Huh? Why not?” “I’m sick and hot, who knows what could happen. I might even fucking explode or something.” It’s safe to say that Camie hadn’t laughed so hard in a long time and Bakugou’s countless threats to quieten her did nothing to stop her chuckles.

“Bakuboo.” “What?” “Did you know that you look like an innocent child when you sleep?” “The fuck?!” “Lol, I’m totes kidding, you still look angry.” “What-.” “Still super adorable though.” “...” (cue Bakugou’s fever increasing.)

Camie then insists she take his temperature and he begins to reach for the thermometer on the bedside table but before he can grab it, Camie suddenly pushes him back down. Before he can protest, she shoves his bangs up with one hand and presses her forehead against his.

“What the actual-.” “Hmmm, you still seem a bit warm~.” “G-get off me, you hag!” And then just Bakugou wrestling against Camie’s strong hold to push her off him because her breath is washing over his face and her hair is falling in tickly motions across his face and he just can’t.

After much convincing, Camie finally takes his temperature the normal way but Bakugou does not trust her so after a minute or two (to let himself calm down) he snatches the thermometer from her to check his own temperature.

“Why the fuck did you come here anyway?” “Oh! Some of your gang let me take your handouts to bring them to you!” “Those fuckers.” “Aww, Bakuboo, don’t act like you weren’t glad to see me!” He scoffs. “AWWWW! YOU DIDN’T DENY IT!” “GO HOME!”

At last, Camie does pack up to go home, telling Bakugou that there’s some congee leftover and that if he needs her then she’s only a phone call away (she winks too and he rolls his eyes.)

Begrudgingly, Bakugou does say thanks - “You were really fucking annoying but the congee was good enough, I suppose.” “Look at how a mere cold has made the Bakugou actually somewhat nice!” He scowls and she giggles, messing up his hair affectionately.

Despite her telling him to stay in bed, he still gets up to walk her to the door and the gesture warms her heart. This is precisely why she can’t be held accountable for her next action.

“You need to turn left, okay?! Don’t get fucking lost ‘cause I’m not coming to help you!” “Bakugou.” “What?” She places a hand on his shoulder, ignoring the weirded out expression on his face and she presses a soft kiss to his parted mouth, drawing back to see him rigidly frozen in place.

Winking, she says, “If I catch a cold, you’ll be responsible for taking caring of me~!” Walking out the door, she hears his furious spluttering, “WHY THE FUCK WOULD I BE- YOU KISSED ME!”

Unbeknownst to Camie, Bakugou remains at his doorstep for a further five minutes in absolute confusion over what happened and he wonders if that was just a one-time Camie thing or if it would be a recurring thing. Not to mention his bemusement over the accelerating thudding in his chest.

“Katsuki? What the hell are you doing just standing there?!”

Unbeknownst to Bakugou, Camie returns home just to jump into bed and muffle her squeals into her pillow because as bold as she may come off, even that was too much for her to handle. She presses her lips together, attempting to savour the feel of his warm lips against hers before her line of thought is interrupted by the small sneeze that escapes her.

(8:23) oi, you home yet?

(8:24) yep x

(8:24) i guess you’re gonna have to nurse me back to health soon though ;)

#bakucamie #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #sick #cute #fluff #katsuki bakugou #camie utsushimi #bkcm #hcs #headcanon

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“Starring Opposite You” recap, aka a monster-length post

This is really long, and it’s me just rambling a bunch of dumb stuff about the night with video links to the songs, so I’m being courteous and inserting a readmore link, because I have no idea how the formatting is gonna come out by the time I’m done. XD

But guys. I got to see Ashley and Jeremy in concert together and it was incredible, and I got to see them afterward too. ^_^

Enjoy!

Ok, far as venues go, Sony Hall is gorgeous. It was cramped seating, but the venue itself was amazing. I got exactly two pictures of it and then my battery died. XD

Before the concert started, @hisloveconsumesme (my amazing traveling buddy who somehow managed to keep this ragamuffin in line) and I were sitting at these long tables that stretched out from the stage toward the back of the venue, so we had to turn sideways for the show.

So. Directly across the room from us was a little round table near the wall, and lo and behold seated there was none other than Melissa Benoist, Jeremy’s costar and the lead from Supergirl, who is on Broadway herself for a limited engagement in Beautiful and came to support her friend for a night of fun. She wasn’t exactly hiding and people kept coming up to get pictures with her and she was very sweet to all of them.

We kept watching that side of the room and by the end of the night almost the whole Squad had shown up so that it was Melissa, Kara Lindsay (JJ’s costar from Newsies) and her husband Kevin Massey, and Corey Cott (Bandstand, and JJ’s replacement in Newsies) and his wife Meg, and the queen herself: Laura Osnes (Bandstand, Cinderella, JJ’s costar in Bonnie and Clyde, and Ashley’s competition/friend from Grease Live). It was so fun not only seeing two of my faves on stage as a fan, but seeing my other faves there enjoying and reacting to everything as friends.

Ok but the songs:

Ashley and Jeremy came out and with zero introduction, they just stood on opposite sides of the stage facing one another, never giving the audience a bit of notice, unlit at the corners of the stage, and sang Castro’s “Automatic” 

They stepped closer to each other through the whole song until they were right in front of each other, and then they danced together, and then they spun around and faced the audience for the first time. It may have been my favorite song of the night and this is the only clip I think any one snagged of it, but it was so cute the way they staged it, I love them.

Melissa waved at Ashley from the audience and Ashley smiled so big and waved excitedly back, like how cute.

Then they introduced themselves (”in case you all came to the wrong place” Jeremy joked to the packed room) and gave a little background of what they’ve been in and how the night was their own little celebration of all they’ve done on stage and together and got to talking about how they will get the other person’s showtunes stuck in their head for days. Ashley burned JJ on having to listen to Newsies and Smash back-to-back and honestly they just roasted each other for a bit.

They talked so long about wanting to be in something together, they got tired of waiting so that’s why they did the concert: “Starring Opposite You.”

They had a script. They woefully went off script. They would do 'impromptu' jokes and then be like “this is in the script” and “now it’s your line” and honestly I can’t with these dorks.

Ben Rauhala was shaking his head at them from his keyboard 90% of the entire night, especially when Jeremy said “We didn’t rehearse!” and Ben was 100% done with Mom and Dad.

And then they started singing a medley of all their standards, except that Ashley was singing JJ’s songs and Jeremy was singing her’s ohmygosh

AND IT WAS HYSTERICAL BUT ALSO HOLY HECK GUYS ASHLEY IS SO GOOD.

ASHLEY SLAYED “Moving Too Fast” and “Raise A Little Hell” and “Broadway Here I Come” and “Santa Fe.” Like, don’t think this is anything less than a compliment, but I’ve pretty much come to expect phenomenal performances by Jeremy at this point, but there is not nearly enough content for Ashley AND SHE’S SO GOOD, I CAN’T STOP GEEKING OUT ABOUT IT. I need a cast album with her yesterday.

Jeremy was ‘offended’ that Ashley was doing choreography while he was singing so during “When You Got, Flaunt It” he shouted “Now for the dance!” and started to go for it and Ashley immediately went “No!” and stopped him. XD XD Heaven bless her.

Everybody screamed so loud for Bonnie and Clyde, these are my people.

Please please please, the part at the end where she’s singing “Santa Fe” in Jack Kelly’s accent. I don’t know if that was planned or not because Jeremy was dying on stage and had to fight so hard to get control back for his next bit, send help. XD XD XD

And yeah Jeremy sang “Harden My Heart” and “Hopelessly Devoted” so. um. heck.

He was such a huge dork the whole time, I don’t even know what to say, except to point out that at one point early on - I don’t remember exactly which of his antics got this reaction but does it honestly matter - I looked over and Corey’s wife Meg was doubled over with laughter while simultaneously covering her face with her hands in shame like “please. I don’t know this man. I swear.”

They did a scene from Rock of Ages and sang “High Enough” because they were both in it but not at the same time, so they played their characters opposite each other and it was great. XD

Featuring! Jeremy explaining to the audience he was holding a cassette tape, and Ashley then throwing it on the ground. XD

How did she fall in love with him when he was doing this role, I don’t know, but maybe it’s a good thing because at least she knew what she was in for.

Those harmonies though.

Then JJ grabbed a guitar and talked about old songs he wrote growing up and the whole bit cracked the entire room up

and this video has slightly better audio but without the intro.

Let me just tell you, as someone who taught guitar to middleschoolers for four years: that Green Day song is somehow always the one boys teach themselves on their own and I don’t get it.

AND THEN!!!!

ok ok ok ok ok Jeremy Jordan asdfghjkl singing the love song he wrote to Ashley and their future family, aka “Memories of Loving You”, aka “Ashley’s Song” - THE ACTUAL TITLE, aka my most favorite thing he maybe has ever done alkjfshldfijksdfjhleiudzfknv,fhslidvdxkvnd *broke*

They talked about Riley a lot. Like a lot a lot.

They joked that every time Riley was mentioned, everyone had to take a shot, but Ashley added that you needed to get someone to carry/drive you home. XD

There was a slideshow presentation of all of Riley’s nicknames and I honestly don’t remember most of them (kicking myself over that, because they were wild) but it was everything from like “Ri-ri” and “Riley Bear” to completely different names to long complicated made-up words that didn’t even make any sense - and there were like 30 of these. Most of them were dubbed by Ashley.

I could see Jeremy’s eyebrows doing The Thing while he sang from where I sat. XD

Jeremy was such a Dad because he kept getting distracted by the fact that the slideshow wasn’t keeping up.

I don’t remember which song it was around but Ashley had videos of her as like a three year old toddling around and singing, and this girl already had it from that age, and it was adorable.

The whole night felt like a chance for them to not only star opposite each other, but to swap places. Ashley was showcasing in every performance and song, being silly, but also very much bringing her a-game. Incredible. Jeremy on the other hand, was so incredibly laidback and goofy the whole night, this was the performance from a guy who knows he has nothing to prove and was just enjoying the moment and probably enjoying showing off Ashley for a bit because he never shuts up about how gorgeous and talented she is anyway, and he’s RIGHT.

Ashley talked about how much she was grateful for all the roles she’s gotten to do, but they’ve mostly been pop rock musicals and not anything classical, and so she sang “Can’t Help Lovin’ Dat Man” from Showboat

Someone cast her in something quick

And give us a cast recording

I’m begging you.

The Waitress medley. (!!!!!!!!!!)

I can’t.

@hisloveconsumesme kept grabbing me excitedly and if I had been behind her I would have been doing the same thing but basically I couldn’t take my attention off the stage long enough. We were living. Cast them in Waitress too. ;) ;) ;)

Ashley’s so perfect.

I have no words.

Except! Watch Jeremy stand back and be completely enthralled while Ashley is singing “What Baking Can Do.” You could feel the waves of admiration coming off that stage mixing with that coming from the audience.

Now go back and watch it again just to listen to her.

The part during “Bad Idea” where they go “you have a wife / you have a husband” and just shrug and laugh at each other like “yeah: you.” XD XD XD

He did “Run Away With Me”

probably the best he’s ever done it

especially after making a whole point about never doing it because of always messing it up lol.

Also the bit about the pie at the beginning might be what was embarrassing poor Meg Cott.

He did not share the pie.

Ashley singing “Embraceable You” was so precious??

ohmyword listen to her

I’m so uPSET I didn’t get to see her play Polly. *flops*

Literally everything they did was love songs, even when the other person wasn’t on stage for it. Jeremy kept popping back onstage saying things like “aw, you mean me?!” and Ashley just rolled her eyes at him.

These dorks. The 90′s Medley story is great, but what are they doing though, what...what are they.

90s kid me was having flashbacks

EVERYONE CLAPPED AT THE PART and it made Ashley so happy. XD

While Ramin will forever and always be my favorite Jean Valjean, Jeremy came out of freaking left field and sang “Bring Him Home” ????! for us as his final song, complete with a little story intro for his experience with the song.

I was seriously concerned by the fact that he wasn’t taking nearly enough breaths for this piece and I don’t know how he did it skjdflhajdfa

also he can go play that role any time he wants even though I never would have said I wanted it before the concert.

Oh, and when he finished, I glanced over at where Kara Lindsay was sitting and she was crryyyyyyyyyinngg AND I HAD BEEN FINE UP TO THAT POINT BUT HECK. SAME GIRL. SAME.

Seriously.

This is from the second night

Enjoy it all over again.

Ashley’s final song was “Stranger to the Rain” from Children of Eden, and gosh I need to stop forgetting how much I adore Schwartz’ music, so yeah, basically just listen to this and weep.

#PancakeHands

She is so pretty and talented, I’m sorry I’ll stop saying that.

They forgot to introduce the band until the last song lol. Jeremy kept making jokes about how we should all come back the second night because they would get it right then. XD

The final medley of the night was from a bunch of classic musicals, favorites of the Jordans, and wOW.

Medley featuring: “Our Children” from Ragtime, “Follow Your Heart" from Urinetown, “As Long As You’re Mine” from Wicked, “Come What May” from Moulin Rouge, and “Suddenly Seymour” from Little Shop of Horrors.

I think Corey (and Melissa) laughed at every single dumb thing Jeremy did - the “Agony” video sums up their entire relationship I’m pretty sure -except when they went into “As Long As You’re Mine” and Corey’s little Wicked fanboy heart could hardly contain himself.

The whole night I couldn’t decide who I should be watching or when, because when Jeremy was singing, Ashley was still in full performance mode and being brilliant and hysterical and occasionally reverting to expressions of “you utter nerd what are you doing.” On the other hand, whenever Ashley was singing, Jeremy literally stepped back and just watched her like there was no one else in the room and not only like he was watching his favorite singer, but like she was the entirety of his universe and askjflhdjfdf - I can’t with them. Seriously, when you watch the youtube clips, watch the other person during the duets and you’ll see what I mean.

He kept reaching for Ashley’s hand the whole night.

Like, seriously, they held hands so much and it was so cute.

Ashley is such a good dancer. Jeremy used all five of his moves. XD She kept throwing him off by dancing and also giving him A Look if he tried to follow suit.

They came back for an encore and sang “You’re All I Need to Get By”

If I remember correctly they said this was the song they danced to at their wedding, and there was a full slide show of pictures of them (I feel like the slideshow was earlier in the night but if it was, I don’t remember which song, so unless I can see the screens from someone else’s youtube videos lol)

AND JEREMY FORGOT THE LYRICS. “ready for you” he says - NO YOU WEREN’T, JJ. Ashley and Ben kept trying to get him on track and he was so lost. XD

He was embarrassed and did the little double-over-giggling-to-hide-his-face thing I did a gifset of months ago.

Ashley held up her hand with her wedding band while singing “dedicate my life to you.”

I love them.

Standing Ovation.

Ok

But

At the end of the night:

After we applauded as loud as we could and laughed and cried.

We went and stood in line, because we had VIP tickets, and we waited for forever and chatted about the show and how incredible it was.

And then we get into this little green room in the back of the venue, and Ashley and Jeremy were taking pictures and saying hi to everyone one at a time. So I go in first, and someone before me had accidentally left their bag on the floor just inside, so JJ and Ashley were very concerned about getting it returned. Person, if you’re reading this, I hope you got your stuff back, but like, I also have a small bone to pick with you, and not actually because I totally tripped upon walking in. Jeremy and Ashley were both all “oh! careful!” (a direct quote from both of them), and very sweet about it lol. Thankfully it was only a little trip and I just laughed it off. XD So we got in and we took each other’s pictures getting a Jordan sandwich hug, and yes Jeremy really is that short, and I’m ashamed to say my brain was thinking “ohmygosh he’s so short” at the very minute I tripped over the bag.

Ashley kind of took over the little meet and greet, because naturally JJ had reverted to his shy off-stage self, and I was actually really okay with that because a) I was slightly concerned people would be all over Jeremy and ignore her and that wasn’t the case at all and b) it was much easier to focus on her and not be an awkward fangirl lol.

We told them “thank you, for everything” (at least, I think so, I was totally not focused at all at that point), and both of them were just so kind and actually thanked us for coming, and hisloveconsumesme got to chat with Ashley for a minute too as the next people where coming in and talking to JJ.

And then that was that. We left. We almost stopped to talk to Ben, but he was talking with a bunch of other people, and we were tiiiiiired. XD

So yeah. I’m sure I’ve forgotten half the night.

But this post is huge anyway. XD

It was a very good night.

@youtube user ren598, idk if you have a tumblr but I owe you for getting all these videos. There are some videos from other people there and from the second night, but these are my favorites, bless you.

Bless Ben Rauhala as well. Idk what the Broadway community would be without him, the King Medley Maker. I love him.

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#ragamusings #starring opposite you #jeremy jordan #ashley spencer #high flying friend #i can't #long post #this took me forever lolol

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a super long and sappy happy pride post 🌈

just a heads up this post is going to be super sappy but it’s just how i’m feeling 🤷🏻‍♀️ i just want to say that i love being in the lgbtqia+ community more than anything in this world. it feels so good to say that and be out (at least on the internet). i don’t think i would be as comfortable with myself as i am now if it weren’t for 1d and the 1d fandom. 1d has always been an escape and a fun time for me since i was in 7th grade and i’m now going into my sophomore year of college!! that’s insane to me. this group of five random boys was able to bring me out of my shell and helped me realize that being bi or non-labeled isn’t a bad thing and that i should embrace who i am no matter what. with that being said, i don’t think i’d be as happy as i am now without the friends that i’ve made in this fandom. i still get into depressive states from time to time but i’m lucky enough to have the friends that i do and that support me and cheer me up whenever i’m feeling down. now it’s time to thank everyone individually because you all deserve it,

@lickmybooty - abby!!! you are my favorite straight person on earth i swear. you are the kindest person and you are so funny and sweet and i love all of our moments talking about strange and hilarious tinder profiles and messages in the wee hours of the night. can’t forget about our rabbit sessions either those are always so fun shout-out lil meat

@bunnyteethies - BECCA!!! i love you so so so so much!!! i’ll forever be grateful for you creating the harrie gc and actually picking me to be in it. i’m so glad that you’re in my life and i consider you to be one of my best friends and one of the most special people i know. you are so giving of yourself and so loving of everyone. i would do anything for you and i hope you know that. you’re also one of the funniest people i know like some of the jokes you were making on rabbit the other night when we were reading bad imagines had me ROLLING. anyway ilysm and u r the loml

@rosepetalnails - angie i would die for you. you are so precious and kind and i’m so glad you messaged me that one night when i was driving back to texas after i was hyping you up telling you to post a selfie agdjdhdk i love how much you care for everyone and always have something nice to say and you never leave a message left unreplied (is that a word lmao) to. you always make me happy with every message you send and i can’t wait to meet you in july!!! also ur a fellow ziam and i love you so much for that agjdhejd

@biofthetimes - alex!! we haven’t ever talked personally but you presence in the harrie gc is so amazing. i love that you’re always awake at hours you shouldn’t be bc same and i also love your little stories about things that go on in you life like that time you met a fellow gay in the elevator (or lift since ur a brit) i think it was (yikes if i remembered the story wrong). anyway i love you and i hope you know that!!!

@magneticxclouds - avery!!! you are such a sweetie and so creative!! your happy pride picture today was so gorgeous i’m so happy to have a friend as talented as you!! i also love that you aren’t always super active in the gc so when you are it’s like a little treat like woohoo avery is here right now!! i love you!!

@ot4tat - bella my fave celebrity and cello player hjdjskdh you are such a cute talented little bub i would die for you. i still haven’t read your fic yet (hashtag fake fan) bc im prolonging my inevitable death but i know it’s wonderful and perfect. you were the first person i ever made a moodboard for and i loved it!! you got me to do something i had never done before and it was amazing!! i love you so much and i wish i had an inch of the talent you do, you’re going to do big things bella and i can’t wait to see how far you’ll go!!

@thefirstfloralsuit - brenda u are one of my faves. you are the only one in the gc that appreciates soggy cereal as much as i do agdjgdkd i can’t wait to meet you at the harry concert in july!! it’s going to be so fun and wild ilysm

@shesuchaneggplant - dany!!! another talented bub!! all of your art is so so so good!! you are always so nice and kind to everyone and i love all your little voice messages you are so cute. and you get to see harry tomorrow!!! i gotta finish this post soon before he kills you ahksis. i’m also gonna name you queen of the smut gc because you always pop off with smutty art at any given time and i love it. anyway, i love you so much dany and i’d die 4 u

@blueguccisparkles - emily!!! nice url btw ;) you are so cute and adorable and i love you so much you are so kind and lovely!!! i loved your promposal video so much omg it’s one of the cutest and funniest things i’ve ever seen. i’m super jealous you get to meet becca next year but i’m so excited for you too!! i hope y’all have an amazing time at the shawn concert omg!!! ilysm emily!!

@louissinginghome - baby em omg i would take a bullet for you. you’re one of my favorites babies of the gc. you’re so cute and so not afraid to be yourself and i aspire to be like that one day <3 i’m honestly at a loss of words to say what all i love about you you’re so special and amazing ilysm

@hsbunnyteeth - izzy bub i love you a lot and i love how excited you get about things especially taylor swift, she may not be my favorite person, but i love how happy she makes you. you deserve the world and all the love in it. you are such a sweetie and i love you so much

@freelouisankles - logan!!! your url is always a mood™️ i love you a lot and i’m happy you’re the mom of the gc you always give the best advice and are always so caring. i would also die for you and your pins omg also!!! chaco bffs!!! ilysm!!!

@cactustyles - mara aka queen of hontent. you are always so smart and helpful when someone asks a question in the gc and you’re also super calming to me for some reason? idk you just give me super chill vibes and i love that about you. i also live for all your selfies and work stories even if they aren’t always good lol ilysm mara!!!!

@sweaterpawslou - meg!!! omg i would die for you in a heartbeat you are such a ziam and i love it and you’re absolutely adorable and every reaction selfie you send is my favorite picture gah meg i love you so much idek what to say but i live for every time you say “hi lomls” it makes me so happy to see it!!! i love you lots and lots egg

@sparklehiddies - silvia!! iconic url wow. you are so kind, harrie alert, and also super funny i love you a lot and you’re my favorite streak i have on snapchat!!! we’re almost at a hundred which is insane!!! ilysm silvia!!

@thepinkvelvetprince - zahra i cannot tell you how long it took me to find your url oh my lord agdjgdkd u are my lemon bae rose queen and ilysm you are my fave sustainability queen as well and i’d die for u

i think that’s everyone in the gc (that’s active that i y’all to!!) if i missed you i’m so so so sorry and i love you a lot but i’m gay™️ and have a terrible memory!!!

anyway i love all of you so so much and i’ll always be super grateful for 1d for bringing us all together!! happy pride 🌈🌈🌈

#happy pride lads!!! #I love you all a lot!!

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Burcon 2013 Autos Story

Reported by deathbycoldopen on Tumblr, who is part of The Fandom (de)Bunker, regarding the change from “I love you” to “we’re family”:

“(...) I started out by telling him that he’s my favorite writer currently on the show, and he was very flattered about that.  We talked about how the process works within the writer’s room: he explained that the process is extremely collaborative, where he pitches three or four ideas before Carver and Singer choose one, he receives notes on the pitch, then he brainstorms with the other writers and takes notes on a writer’s board (a brainstorm which he then gets notes on).  He then writes a detailed outline with all the beats that will happen in the episode, gets notes on that, and then finally writes the episode itself, where of course it’s turned over to the couple hundred other people on the crew who have creative control over what ends up on the screen.

I told him that meta writers tend to pin everything on the writer, and that I’d asked who we needed to blame for certain things.  He laughed at that, and mentioned that we (fandom writers) are much smarter than the actual writers of the show.  He explained that we have a much more objective viewpoint, so we can see a lot more than they can, and that our grasp on the narrative is really much better than theirs ever could be.  He said that because TPTB are human, they all make mistakes from time to time- but he knows, as a fanboy himself, how frustrating that can be for the fans to see (he’d had to be told what a headcanon was, though, which I thought was kind of precious).  He said that at times he’s been disgusted at himself for making mistakes, because he does know that the fandom will notice them. (...) Robbie laughed and started talking about how his intention really doesn’t matter, since it’s all about what we take away from the show (especially since we were asking about his intention for a line that didn’t even make it into the show).  He then added, though, that if we wanted to know what his intention was with that line, just to look at the line that replaced it- "We’re family.”  He also said that the lines “We need you” and “I need you” weren’t originally in the script, so he doesn’t actually know who added those lines. (...) He asked us what the wank was about, so we started telling him that 8x17 was a controversial episode within fandom.  He told us that while he doesn’t delve into the tumblr side of fandom, he did watch people’s reactions on twitter while the episode was airing.  He saw people saying “very pointed things” towards him during one part of the episode (aka the Cas/Meg part), and he was sitting there wanting to tell them to wait for it- until the crypt scene aired, and suddenly all those people saying bad things about him were overjoyed.  He said that he really did enjoy Cas and Meg’s relationship but that he didn’t think they were soulmates or anything, or even that Meg was actually capable of love. There was a feeling between the two of them, and she’d “looked over” him (Robbie thought that “looked after” wasn’t really the right phrase), and they had this weird thing in common where they’re too soldiers who used to believe in one thing and now they’re kind of adrift.  I told him my personal opinion, which is that they had an interesting relationship that I thought deserved to be addressed even as someone personally invested in Dean and Cas getting together (and that I thought he did a good job in the way he handled Meg’s death, which he was a little worried about). (...) In a tangent to the discussion of Meg’s death, Lainey asked how Robbie felt about the show’s history with killing off female characters.  He said that it’s true that the show really does have a history of that, and that they’re wary of that history, but that it’s tricky given that, as a genre show, they kill off pretty much everybody.  He says that he does make an effort to write awesome female characters, and hopefully pass the Bechdel Test, but that it can be hard sometimes because their ultimate goal is to serve the story.  We told him that based on Lainey’s data from season 8, the show has been doing a lot better recently, which he seemed relieved about.  Another girl who was listening in mentioned seems that female characters get a better reception in fandom when they aren’t love interests for the boys, which Robbie agreed with, citing Amelia as an example.  He mentioned, though, that while a lot of people assumed that she was written off because of the bad fan reaction, in reality her story was over before the season even aired.  He said that the delay between when they write the episodes and when the episode airs is much longer than we tend to think, and that in the end, they’re trying to serve the story, not just please the fandom; if they write something that makes people mad, or sad, or whatever, they’ve actually just done their job. (...)“

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There isn’t any hard evidence that Robbie said these things besides The (de) Bunker’s word, but Robbie does confirms meeting The Fandom (De)bunker admin at Burcon on Dec 5th 2013:

rthompson1138: “omgfabulous GADREEL. CONFIRMED-- (de)bunker style ;)” violue: “rthompson1138 I’ve decided this means you run the spn fandon debunker” rthompson1138: “.violue DEBUNKED. but i did meet the brilliant young folks who run it at #BurCon & was lucky enough to chat w/ them for a spell (hey gang!)” - 8:18 PM Dec 5, 2013

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#**needs more sources #2013:November22-24~ #2013-Nov #*destiel #*romance #Robbie Thompson #FandomDebunker #Burcon2013 #Tumblr #Twitter