#okay but do you guys have shows that like. blew your mind this year?

[yohankang]

so many dramas that should be my favorites this year and yet. nothing hits

#like?? we had evilive. the worst of evil. the killing vote. vigilante. (still need to watch final eps of 3 of them but shh) #and somehow i couldn't get into any of them???? #tbh i've only seen like 15 dramas this year... #in 2019-2020 i only watched thai bls lol so i won't talk about that #but 2021 was crazy good for kdramas and 2022 had some of my favorites too #but this year??? :/// #i mean i absolutely loved d.p. 2 but that's technically a 2021 series #my favorite this year is probably bloodhouds... there's hardly any competition tho (if i don't count d.p.) (everyone please watch d.p.) #eh. is it the time to come back to western shows. #(i binged 2 seasons of loki last week tho and i wasn't impressed asdfghjhs is there no hope for me) #okay but do you guys have shows that like. blew your mind this year? #k.txt

[ventismacchiato]

42 behind the lens — curtain call !

epilogue

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

It’s at the times between recording scenes where you really get a glimpse at your lover.

His sweat stained hair and tear stained cheeks from a rather intense scene never get old. You were feeling rather fond as he made his way over to you, falling into your director’s chair and heaving a heavy breath. The only one other than you allowed to sit in it.

For a mere moment, you both simply look at each other. You guys were on break so a few conversation topics come to mind, it wasn’t often you guys got to speak as lovers rather than coworkers during work. And while they’re all things you’d like to talk to Scaramouche about, you realize you don’t need to force conversation with him.

There’s a hue of weariness that shows in Scara’s eyes, but you can tell that he’s happy. He’s doing what he’s been striving to do for all his years at university, so of course he is.

You search his dark eyes for his thoughts, too. When your eyes meet Scara’s he let’s out a tired smile.

“I missed you,” he easily says. The words come out easier than they would’ve years ago.

Your heart skips a beat, even years later.

“How? We’ve been working together all day,” you say.

“Do I need a reason to miss the person I love?” Scara scoffs, looking away from you to study the script he brought with him.

It isn’t the first time Scaramouche had told you that he loves you, but it’s never stopped holding the same weight it did the first time he’d ever said it.

It’s a rare type of love. The kind that exists so rarely for people in this industry and that lead lives similar to your guys’.

His loves makes you feel alive everyday. And Scara should know it, you should tell him more often—even if it’s rather dramatic for midday on set for their most recent project. It’s something you’d bring up at night that you two could laugh about in bed. Even if it catches Scara off guard.

But Scaramouche’s love caught you off guard, too, and every second you got the privilege to spend with him was a gift.

And as you stare at him, fiddling with the sleeves of his costume and eyebrows scrunched as he mouths his lines, you couldn’t help but feel your heart grow heavy.

“I suppose you don’t,” you reply, a minute too late, but Scara still chuckles at your response as he tosses the script aside.

“What? You’re not going to say it back?” he teases, “And I thought I was the emotionally constipated one.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you mutter, hitting him on the shoulder, “I love you, too. I guess.”

“Archons, you’re worse than me.”

“No, you were much worse when we were younger!”

“It was hot and mysterious when I did it.”

“Uh huh, just go back to set I’m sick of you.”

“Weird way to say you agree but okay.”

“Go!”

.

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୨⎯ THE END ⎯୧

behind the lens !

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author’s notes — and that’s a wrap folks! hope the ending wasn’t awkward i just wanted it to be short and sweet. anyway, thank u to everyone who read and kept up with this fic, means a lot to me that this blew up as it was smth i wrote for myself. if ur rereading this or are a reader in the future ty to you too! i appreciate the silent readers, anons, and ppl who left me sm cute comments and reblogs. u guys made writing it more fun and easier to ignore the not so nice ppl. i cant reply to everyone but just know i do read every ask and comment i get! i do hope to see u guys in my notifs in the future even if i don’t write for genshin anymore, but if not then i’m glad you gave my writing a chance <3 have a great day/night byebye

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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[chicgeekgirl89]

I Get it From You

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand, Andrea Reyes, Gabriel Reyes, Lexi Mitchell, OC Cousin Adriana

Rating: K

For @tarlosweeklyprompts Prompt #2: 5+1 of habits that Carlos picked up from TK and 1 that TK got from Carlos. 

A/N: I may have played a little fast and loose with it, but 🤷‍♀️.

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Charm

“I noticed you started wearing this recently,” Andrea says, reaching out to finger the tiny cross hanging around his neck. “It’s pretty.”

“Thanks,” Carlos says a little numbly, eyes trained on T.K.’s nearly frozen, lifeless form. 

“You’ve never been much of a jewelry person,” Andrea says, her unasked question hanging in the air between them. 

“T.K. wears a medallion around his neck,” he tells her.

“I’ve seen it,” Andrea says. “With his number from New York on it.”

Carlos nods. “He says it reminds him that he’s part of something bigger. That he’s got people to watch his back. That being on that crew probably saved his life, because even when he was…” Carlos hesitates, remembering that his mom doesn’t fully know how deep T.K.’s struggles with addiction have gone. “Even when he was struggling, he knew he had a responsibility to be there and help people. He never takes it off.”

“A good reminder of the support he has, then and now,” she says softly.

Carlos reaches up and brushes his fingers over the cross. “After the fire…everything was just so hard. I felt lost, I was kind of spiraling and one day we were out trying to replace stuff and I saw this and I felt like it kind of called to me. It reminds me where I come from. That I have roots, and a purpose.” He looks up and gives her a wan smile. “That’s probably a less religious answer than you were hoping for.”

She shakes her head, leaning forward to cup his cheek. “It’s a perfect answer.”

Pizza

“Oh my god. What the actual fuck are you doing to that pizza?”

Carlos freezes, pizza halfway to his mouth. “Eating it?” he says in confusion.

Adriana looks at him like he’s crazy. “Eating it? You’re murdering it!”

He looks down to see that he’s mindlessly folded the slice in half. “Mind your own business.”

“Um, you turning a delicious slice of Texas’ finest into that hot mess is my business.”

“How about I eat the pizza I bought and paid for and planned to eat by myself tonight however I want and you shut up?”

“Where did you even learn to do that?” she persists. “I’ve never seen you do that before.”

“It’s how T.K. eats his. It’s a New York thing. I must have picked it up from him.”

“Well can you send it back where it belongs? You look ridiculous.”

He starts to pull the pizza box away from her but she grabs on. “No! Okay! I’m sorry! You can commit pizza homicide all you want!”

He rolls his eyes and lets the box go. “It was so nice and quiet before you showed up here unannounced.”

“You’re welcome, by the way, for saving you from that sad loneliness. Where’s T.K.?”” Adriana asks around a mouthful of cheese and peppers. 

“He has a shift.”

She nods in understanding. “Down at Hunk-O-Mania. Gotta get his last dances in before you two get hitched. Nobody wants a lap dance from a guy with a ring on his finger.”

“It is unbelievable that you think that joke is still funny after like three years,” Carlos tells her with a glare.

“God he and Magic Mike both hanging up their tear away pants in the same year,” she says with fake wistfulness. “The stripping world is losing two of its greats.”

“Don’t ever show up here uninvited again.”

Schmutz

“God I love this place,” Lexi says as she bites into a donut. “I will admit I thought gourmet donuts were a stupid idea, but I have seen the light.”

Carlos breaks off a piece of his matcha donut and nods in agreement. “Have you had their mocha one? That’s T.K.’s favorite. They had that lavender one too, a couple weeks ago and it blew my mind.”

“I would usually say flowers and donuts do not go together, but after this?” she holds up the orange cream donut that’s half gone already. “I’m willing to try it.”

They end up cramming their remaining donuts down as fast as they can when a call comes in and they have to go break up some fighting parents at a high school basketball game. It’s nasty and several people have to get seen by EMT’s for bloody noses and black eyes, but no one ends up pressing charges, so they head back to the station to do paperwork before their shift ends.

“You’ve got some donut schmutz on your collar,” Carlos tells her when they get inside and the harsh florescent lighting of the station illuminates them both.

She raises an eyebrow. “Some what?”

“Schmutz,” Carlos says. “It’s like…dirt. Mess.” 

“Somebody’s been hanging out with their fiancé too much,” she tells him with a laugh as she reaches for a tissue to wipe off her uniform. “Are you headed home to cook up a brisket tonight too? Going to hail a cab to get you there?”

“Shut up,” Carlos says, feeling his face redden. 

“Are you going to stop smiling at people in the store too? And start cutting people off in traffic?”

“Oh my god stop.”

“T.K.’s east coast ways have rubbed right off on you. I would have thought the Texas blood ran deeper than that. Oh god,” she puts on a fake horrified look, “do you think Chipotle is real Tex-Mex now?”

He shoots her a glare. “Don’t you have paperwork to do?”

“I’m teasing Reyes,” she tells him. “I think it’s nice actually. Being with the right person should change you a little. And you and T.K. have changed each other in all the right ways.”

She sends him a smile and starts on the pile on her desk, leaving Carlos to contemplate the warm glow her words have put into his chest.

Team

“Carlitos, thank you for coming on such short notice,” Andrea says when Carlos steps through the front door of his parents’ house.

“No problem,” Carlos says. “Sorry to hear Frankie is sick.”

One of their ranch hands had called out unexpectedly and Carlos was a quick and easy replacement. It wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind for his day off, but family duty wasn’t something he ignored if he could help it. “Where’s Dad?”

“He’s out back,” Andrea tells him. “I texted him and told him to come up to the house. He’ll be here any minute.”

Carlos shrugs out of his jacket and hangs it on a peg by the door before turning around to give his mom a hug. Andrea’s face immediately drops and she sighs. “Oh Carlitos.”

“What?” he asks, confused by her bizarre response.

She shakes her head. “You’re wearing a Mets shirt.”

“Yeah, I think T.K. brought it back from New York the last time he went out to see Jonah,” Carlos says, glancing down at the offending blue t-shirt.

“Carlos, you know how your father feels.”

“It’s a shirt Mom. It’s what I had on when you called.”

“You couldn’t have taken a few minutes to change?”

“You made it sound kind of urgent,” Carlos says in annoyance.

The back door opens and Gabriel walks in, a smile on his face. As soon as he catches sight of Carlos he sours immediately. “What are you wearing?”

“A t-shirt that my fiancé gave me,” Carlos says.

Gabriel’s voice goes low, dark like thunder. “In this house we root for the Astros. And only the Astros.”

“It’s a shirt dad. It’s not a big deal,” Carlos says. “T.K. likes when I rep his team.”

“Don’t tell me he’s got you cheering for them too?” Gabriel says, looking outraged. “Oh my god, where did we go wrong?”

“They have some really good pitchers dad. You respect a good team, they’re a good team.”

Gabriel scoffs. “I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation.”

“I can’t either,” Carlos tells him.

“Enough Gabriel,” Andrea calls from where she’s returned to the kitchen. “He came to help. Leave him alone.”

“What you do in your own home is your business,” Gabriel says tightly, ignoring her. “But I will not allow those colors to be worn in my house.”

Carlos claps him on the shoulder. “Good thing we’re going to be outside then.”

Friends

“Hey babe!” T.K. calls as he walks through their door.

The TV immediately turns off and Carlos whirls around to look at him over the back of the couch, eyes wide and innocent. “Hey,” he says back.

T.K. pauses, eying him closely. Carlos is trying for nonchalant, but T.K. can smell guilt in the air. He sets down his bag and puts his hands on his hips. “What were you just watching Carlos?”

“A documentary,” Carlos says quickly.

“A documentary.”

“Yep.” Carlos pops the “p” in an effort to seem casual.

T.K. dives over the back of the couch and snatches the remote out of his fiancé’s hand, flicking the TV back on. “A documentary about six friends living in New York in the mid-nineties?!” he yells.

“Okay, hear me out,” Carlos says, holding up his hands placatingly.

“You watched without me!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Carlos cries. “I was watching a documentary and then it rolled into the episode when it ended and—“

“You could have turned it off!” T.K. tells him sternly.

“I was going to!” Carlos says. “But T.K., Chandler and Monica?! What the hell?!”

“You said you didn’t even like it,” T.K. points the remote at his chest. “You said it was ‘fine.’ And then you went and betrayed my trust.”

“Well…I got a little invested,” Carlos says sheepishly.

“I’m glad my good taste in television is finally rubbing off on you,” T.K. grumbles. “But next time you decide to watch a pivotal episode of one of America’s greatest sit-coms, you’d better wait for me.”

Dinner

Carlos is so tired he’s not sure he’s going to make it down the hallway. Every part of his body aches to be in bed though, so he trudges onward, one foot in front of the other until he finally fumbles his way through the door. 

He can’t remember the last time a shift was this bad. They hadn’t had a single second to slow down, one call after another, nearly all of them resulting in a physical altercation or take down, and the final call of the day had been a shootout at a bank with multiple casualties. He’s bruised and sore and completely wiped out.

His bag hits the floor and he’s tempted to drop down next to it, but the next thing he knows arms are wrapping around him and T.K. is pulling him tightly into his chest. “Hey,” he breathes into Carlos’ hair. “I was so worried.”

The 126 hadn’t been called into the bank situation, but T.K. must have found out about it from someone because he’d sent multiple concerned texts. Carlos had answered as soon as he could, but there was a big difference between being reassured in a text and being reassured in person.

“I’m okay,” Carlos mumbles into T.K.’s shoulder.

T.K. pulls back and gives him a critical look, fingers brushing over a bruise on Carlos’ forehead and then a minor gash on his arm. “I’m glad you’re home,” he says, a silent acknowledgement that Carlos isn’t actually okay, but he will be now that he’s here.

“Me too,” Carlos sighs. His eyes feel like sandpaper and he desperately wants a shower, but he’s not sure he’ll stay awake long enough.

“Are you hungry?” T.K. asks. “I made dinner.”

“I think I’ll just—“ Carlos stops his response abruptly as he looks at the kitchen. “T.K. what—?”

Every flat surface is covered in pots and pans, cooking utensils, or food. The sink is piled high with dirty dishes and something is still bubbling on the stove.

“I um, I might have been a little anxious waiting for you to get home,” T.K. says sheepishly.

“So you cooked enough for an army?” Carlos asks.

“I’m going to clean it up,” T.K. says quickly. “I know the dirty dishes stress you out, and I planned to have it all done but then the fish took longer than I thought it would and the sauce wouldn’t thicken so…”

Carlos’ brain is still trying to catch up with what he’s seeing. “You don’t usually cook when you’re stressed.”

T.K. shrugs. “I couldn’t sit still so I asked myself, ‘what would Carlos do’? And then I did it. It’s surprisingly effective.” His face softens and he runs a gentle hand over Carlos’ curls. “I can’t fix your day, but I can at least make sure you’re fed. That’s the Reyes Family Motto, right?”

Carlos’ face relaxes into tender smile. “Yeah. Something like that.”

#Tarlos #911 Lone Star #tarlosweeklyprompts #Carlos Reyes #TK Strand #Tarlos Fic #911lsfic #Gabriel Reyes #Andrea Reyes #I Got it From You

[gaysullengirl]

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

❝ there's no hiding from the thought

of us, i got ways to find you anywhere. ❞

- how many things, sabrina carpenter

Isabelle sat at her new desk, located to the left of Emily, across from Spencer, and diagonal to Derek. 

She stared at her nails as she zoned out, when she was offered her dream job at the Behavioral Analysis Unit the last thing she expected was her ex to work there as well.

For four years Isabelle thought about what she would say to him if given the chance- but all she did was freeze.

"Sorry there's so much paperwork." Jj commented, putting papers on Isabelle's desk.

Isabelle blinked, "No I understand." She said and began filling them out.

She couldn't help but look to Spencer sitting in-front of her, she could tell he was pretending to read the case work in his hands.

Isabelle immediately noticed the eye bags under his eyes and she resisted the urge to ask him how much sleep he got but it wasn't her place, she wasn't his girlfriend anymore- she wasn't even his friend.

Spencer had a more 'dead' look to him, maybe it was the lighting or Isabelle's memory playing tricks on her but he used to look more lively, now he just looked melancholic.

She wanted to ask him how he'd been, what he'd been up to the past four years but she pushed that down.

She wanted to know if he carried the same longing for her that she did for him, if he looked for a piece of her in everyone he meet, if he listened to a song and wanted to tell her 'this reminds me of you', if he cried himself to sleep at night thinking of her.

Isabelle knew she shouldn't feel bad for herself, she left him and tried everything to erase him from her mind.

୨୧

Isabelle climbed into her bed and closed her eyes, she had spent the day filling out boring paper work and attempting to avoid Spencer.

She couldn't not think about him, every single interaction they had fighting it's way back into her mind.

"What's the answer?" Isabelle heard over the music blasting in her ears.

A hand in front of her shot up and she heard the boy mumble, "Correct! Good job Spencer!" her professor exclaimed.

Isabelle heard faint whispers from a group of people to her right, she took her headphones off to hear their conversation, "He's such a show off" one of the girls exclaimed, "Right, and that dorky ass haircut." one of the guys laughed.

Isabelle noticed Spencer quickly grab his things and leave the classroom.

Twenty minutes later Isabelle walked out of class into the courtyard and noticed Spencer sitting on a bench.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked him, he looked up at her and shaded his eyes from the sun, "Yeah, I'm just sensitive, that's all." he sniffled.

"I'm Isabelle" she smiled and held her hand out, "Oh, I'm sorry I have a germ thing, the amount of pathogens passing during a handshake is staggering, it's actually safer to kiss."

"So next time you'll have to kiss me" Isabelle smirked slightly, "Sorry?" Spencer's voice went up an octave and his eyes widened.

"I was joking, Spence." Isabelle teased, she rarely approached anyone, let alone flirt with them but something drew her to Spencer.

"Oh, yea." He blinked and admired Isabelle, "How did you just know that off the top of your head?" Isabelle laughed slightly and sat next to him on the bench.

"Oh, I have an eidetic memory" "That's crazy, my mom had a photographic memory!" Isabelle exclaimed.

"Really? virtually no adults have that, although two to ten percent of children-" Spencer cut himself off "Sorry, I share statistics and facts a lot, I'm sorry." Spencer apologized, worried he blew his chance.

"No it's okay, I like hearing them" Isabelle smiled "Really?" Spencer questioned and examined her face attempting to find a lie, "Yeah!"

"Do you maybe wanna get coffee sometime?" Isabelle asked, "Yeah, that would be nice" Spencer replied and started walking away.

"Wait! I didn't get your number" Isabelle called after him, "Um- It's behind your ear." Isabelle ran her hand through her hair and a small piece of paper fell out.

'Here's my number xxx-xxx-xxx -spence ;)' it read.

authors note!

second chapter 💞

#jade’s works ⋆·˚ ༘ * #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #fbi agent #fbi #mgg #alexa demie #fanfic

[incoherentbabblings]

Hellooo! Do you still do with the OTP of the year prompts? If it’s not too much, maybe Timsteph with time travel or ‘you’re the only one I could turn to to help?’

You can of course ask for this! I am always open for requests - especially for this year's themes - but I won't lie and I admit my ability to write for DC has shrivelled up and died. Apologies guys for not writing much this year. I hope this makes up for it (a little). I'm sorry it's so short.

This is just an absolutely buck wild au. Don't ask for context... I have none. I went for ‘you’re the only one I could turn to to help’ over time travel if that is okay!

Year of the OTP Requests

She was recognisable even in the dark. Never able to give up that purple hood, blonde hair spilling out like a river of sunlight. Even in the dark gloom of Gotham, even buried away in the darkest shadows, she shone.

Tim dropped down into the alleyway, and she responded by pulling her cloak tighter around herself.

"Eight months since I saw you last - what is it?" Tim asked. "What do you want?"

He wanted her to say she would come home with him. A life without her or Dick or Cassandra was a difficult one. One where he was not allowed (not that he had ever asked, but Tim would know the answer if he ever tried).

Somewhere in the back of Tim's mind, the thought that she would finally accept that her, Dick and Cassandra were fighting a losing battle, and with her first words, he began to believe it.

"I need your help."

"What?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him, more than anything else.

"I need you to get me out of the city."

The hope cracked, and something ugly began to take its place.

"For how long?" he asked, cold heart still splintering with her words. If she left Gotham, that would be that. All hope of a reconciliation would flicker and fade out. He needed her as that bridge.

Shaded under her hood, Stephanie blinked, expressionless and striking Tim as both very tired, and yet very determined.

"Forever."

"No," he choked out, shocking himself at how quickly it flew off his tongue. The strangled look of disgust and surprise on Stephanie's face made him turn away and try to gather his thoughts. "I mean, you're giving up? You would never do that. Not to Gotham."

Stephanie said nothing, and Tim continued to march back and forth, cape billowing out behind him. "No," he said, thinking out loud. "No, because so long as Dick and Cassandra fight, so will you. And you would only leave if they were. And even then... So there's something else."

He noted that she had not moved, her own purple cloak hiding her form from view. He could see however, that her arms were not relaxed, but rather up around around her sternum and stomach.

She stepped backwards, further into shadow.

"I cannot stay," she muttered. "I need your help to leave. There is no-one else who I could ask to help me get off the islands."

Tim followed her. "Why?"

Eight months since he had last seen her. Eight months...

Stephanie shifted, shoulder twisting one side of her cloak back. Tim looked down, and saw she was holding a sleeping baby.

Eight months.

"Not mine," she muttered, immediately killing his accusation dead. "But a friend."

"Where's this friend?" he asked.

"Dead."

Her eyes were frozen solid, daring Tim to be horrid. Instead he looked at his feet, and muttered a very quiet apology. The glare softened, tentative that maybe she was not being as foolish as Dick and Cassandra believed her to be.

"I don't understand," Tim argued. "You want to leave and start anew elsewhere? Leave Gotham to rot?"

"The baby, Tim. He's a meta. Those police you built... you tell me what their programming says about metas in Gotham."

As if sensing the mood, the skies darkened, threatening to weep on the estranged couple hidden in the shadows. A cold wind blew through Tim's hair and settled in his very bones.

"Oh."

The nerves in Stephanie's body language began to show. Nervously, she looked from side to side, cautious of any machine patrolling the streets. They were not impossible to disarm, but she was not prepped for a fight.

"He cannot stay here. But I cannot get him out of the city alone."

Tim's heart sank. "Why did you come to me?"

"Because you still love me," she stated, not even hiding the manipulation. "Because I believe you still want to make me happy and keep me safe. I am protecting this baby. He needs to leave. You’re the only one I could turn to to help. You know of ways out, I know it."

Tim stepped closer, inspecting the baby, and the woman holding him.

The ugly thoughts rose again.

Frightened at his ponderous silence, Stephanie tried once more.

"I do not believe you have fallen so far," she whispered. Balancing the sleeping child, she touched Tim's cheek. Even through the gloves, fire burned down through his nerves, sparking a thumping heart beat. Tim resisted the urge to groan. "Help me," Stephanie urged. "Please."

"What's his name?"

Stephanie bit her tongue, and Tim snorted. "If you want me to smuggle you out, you have to trust me."

Furious at the condescension, Stephanie grabbed Tim's chin, forcing him to look her in the eye.

"I will not beg," she insisted.

Tim jerked his head to the side. "You don't need to. Of course I'll help. He's just a baby."

Her tense muscles did not slacken. Instead, when Tim moved closer, she stiffened even further, as if repulsed by his presence. How far the two had fallen apart.

The ugly thoughts made their way out of Tim's mouth.

"I'll get the baby out of Gotham. I still know where Conner or Cassie are. Don't think Bart would be a very good... Anyway. I'll help him."

Stephanie started to relax, just for a moment, until Tim gave his ultimatum.

"But you have to stay. You come home, with me."

If Stephanie were not holding a baby, she would have slapped Tim. He knew this, and very quickly added, "Surely you see, the use of having someone on the inside, right Steph?"

Her pretty mouth dropped open, and she tugged her hood back so Tim could better see her expression. Even after years of fighting, she was still so soft featured. It did not stop her from looking furious, confused, and, to Tim's relief, hopeful.

He did not blame her. Promising to evacuate a wanted child whilst making a condition her literal and metaphorical imprisonment only to openly offer her a method of being a double agent... No wonder she looked pained.

"What game are you playing?" she hissed.

He could not let her leave. She was the only way he could make the connection to the others. He sighed, staring at the sleeping child. He did not miss the way Stephanie instinctively tilted her hip, angling the baby towards Tim to allow him a better look.

In another life...

"A long one," he murmured, still enraptured by the babe. "You said it yourself Steph. You’re the only one I can turn to to help."

#dc #tim drake #stephanie brown #timsteph #my fic tag

[badwritinghabit]

Chef's Kiss | Carmy x fem!OC x Luca | Chapter 3

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Warnings: language, abusive parent, discussion of body size and food, smoking.

Word Count: 3,764

Summary: Sophie invites Carmy over to meet her sister and is surprised when her mother shows up too. Sophie and Carmy make eyes at each other.

A cool breeze blew through the window and Sophie sipped her coffee while listening to her neighbor’s music making its way through their connecting wall. She was glad they seemed to have similar taste, though she worried a little for her neighbor who seemed to be listening to the same few songs on repeat.

Her mind wandered. She had one thing she needed to do today. She had already put it off twice. Earlier that week she had gotten a call from her sister asking to come see her apartment the following Sunday. She had already gotten a babysitter and her husband was going to be having a guys night. Sophie loved cooking for people so she was excited to turn it into a little dinner date for the two of them. The only problem was Mallary had asked for something else.

“You’ve talked so much about Carmen. You’ve been friends for years.” Mallary said, leadingly. “A quiet dinner party is a good time to introduce people.”

Sophie groaned. “He owns a restaurant. He never has time.”

“It’s a Sunday night. Come on, he has to be able to make a little time. Just ask.” Mallary pushed.

Sophie eventually caved and had agreed to at least ask.

She had put off asking him the evening of the call, deciding it was too late to text him. And the next day didn’t feel right either, she was taking her nieces to the museum and didn’t want to send him a message and not be around to respond.

As she sat, thinking of more excuses, she decided she’d do it in person. She wanted to get out of her apartment anyway. And hearing Noah Kahan songs on repeat all morning may have been getting in her head a little.

She took the subway to River North. Once she was outside Carmy’s restaurant, her nerves returned. But her sister had asked. And she had to admit, she liked the idea of talking to Carmy outside of a restaurant again.

She took a breath and walked in, glad to see it was quiet. Lunch rush was over.

“Sophie. What are you doing down here?” Richie greeted her with a grin.

She winced, already knowing his reaction. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by. I was hoping to talk to Carmy.”

“In the neighborhood? What a coincidence.” He saw through her immediately and she rolled her eyes. “You know this is a place of work.”

“Oh is that what you do here? It seems like you guys are just fuckin’ around all day.” She smirked at him and he laughed at her.

“Hey fuck you,” he said, his voice warm. “Carmen! Your girlfriend is here,” he called, loudly, back into the kitchen.

“Fuck you, Richie,” she grumbled. He just smiled wider.

Carmy walked through the door looking concerned.

“Sorry!” She held up her hands in front of her.

Carmy shook his head and flipped Richie off. “Come on back.” He waved her through to the kitchen.

She walked in and everyone was staring, clearly having heard Richie.

“Hey Syd!” she greeted her as she walked in. When Syd gave her a questioning look, she mouthed ‘Richie’ and rolled her eyes to Syd’s understanding nod.

Carmy held the door to the office for her and she walked through and leant against the desk, clutching her hands in front of her.

“Everything okay?” he asked, as he closed the door.

“Yeah, no. Everything is totally fine,” she said, recognizing the concern on his face. “I have a bit of a favor to ask. And you can say no, of course, but– next Sunday night. My sister wants to meet you. I’m going to make her dinner at my place.” She bit her lip, stopping herself from saying more.

“Next Sunday?” he asked, thinking it over.

“Yeah. I told Mallary I’d at least ask. But if you can’t get away from the restaurant, I totally understand.”

“I can make that work. I’ve wanted to meet her too.”

She blushed, the sincerity in his voice caused her chest to tighten painfully. “She was disappointed you moved to Copenhagen before she could visit us in New York.”

He gave her the smallest smile and it melted her. “Thanks, Carm,” she said. “I’ll text you when we figure out the time.” She hesitated for a second before pointing her thumb behind her. “I don’t want to interrupt work, I’ll just–” She turned to head out and walked straight into Richie’s chest. He had opened the office door and walked in without her noticing.

“Jesus, you a little distracted Sophs?” he teased her.

She shoved him lightly, cheeks flaming in embarrassment. He laughed and stepped aside to let her through.

“Back to the kitchen, chef. This is a professional restaurant.” He yelled the last two words out at Sophie’s retreating form.

“Shut the fuck up, Richie!” she called back, grinning at his responding laugh.

---

Sophie closed the oven door, set a timer, and sighed. Chocolate chip cookies would calm her nerves. She knew her sister would probably tease her and Carmy a little. She could be overbearing at times, but it wouldn’t be too bad. And she had wanted them to meet. So the last hour of nervous pacing she’d done confused her a little. But she pushed the thought aside as she did some final tidying up of her kitchen.

Her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts, and she quickly stepped over to grab it off the counter.

“Sophie. I’m sorry, but mom is going to join. Is that okay?” Mallary rushed through her sentences, sounding nervous.

Sophie froze. “Why is mom here?”

“She came down yesterday and is staying one more night.”

“Wait so you knew? Then why would you ask me to bring Carmy?” Sophie asked, growing frustrated.

“It wasn’t for sure, Sophie. I just don’t want to be the in-between person anymore. And I didn’t want you to cancel like you usually do.”

Sophie rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache building behind her eyes. She was cornered. How could she say no now?

“I’ll talk to Carmy. When are you and mom going to be here?”

“30 minutes,” Mallary said, quietly. Sophie loved her sister but she was angry. Mallary should know better than anyone how hard it was to deal with their mother.

“Okay then.” Sophie hung up. She knew her voice was cold but she was past caring. The thought of having her mom visit was causing her to panic a little. She quickly dialed Carmen’s number and was grateful he answered right away.

“Hey, I’m walking up to your door now,” Carmy answered.

“Fuck,” Sophie sighed. “I’ll be right down.” She ran down in her socks

“You good?” Carm asked, clearly worried about her frazzled state.

She was not good.

Sophie shook her head. “My mom’s coming. My sister just told me. You should probably leave before–” She stopped when she saw Carmy was holding something. “Did you bring wine?”

“I did, is that okay?”

“Thank you,” she was touched. And some of the tension left her shoulders. “Carm, you shouldn’t have to deal with my mother. You don’t have to stay. It’s going to be bad.”

Carmy shifted on his feet, unsure. “I want to meet your sister. Will it be worse– with your mom, I mean– if I’m here?”

Something about seeing Carmy with a bottle of wine asking to stay made her rethink her decision. “Come on up.”

They walked up the stairs. “She’s difficult. If she says anything rude to you, I’m sorry in advance.” They had gotten to her door and she waved him in first.

“It is nice– having you here,” she admitted, embarrassed but wanting to let him know how much he’d already helped.

He took off his denim jacket and hung it on her coat hanger. “Can I help with anything?”

Sophie sighed, looking around and wishing she had known sooner her mother would be visiting. “I have cookies in the oven, the timer will go off soon. I have to change. If my mother sees me in jeans, she’ll make a scene.”

“I got the cookies,” he said. She nodded and sped off to her room. She quickly changed into a purple sweater dress her mom had complimented her on once. She ran back to the bathroom and checked her makeup, suddenly more critical.

“Fuck I didn’t shave my legs,” she grumbled to herself pacing past the kitchen towards the living room. She caught Carmy looking down at her legs and shoved him lightly on her way past. “Don’t look!” He chuckled at her and it warmed her up a little.

“How bad does it look in here?” she asked Carmy, glancing around. She thought it looked fine thirty minutes ago, but when she thought about it from her mother’s perspective she saw the flaws, the clutter. She had filled her space with plants, had a mix of artwork styles from friends covering the walls, had a few too many books overflowing from her bookshelf. It looked homey. But her mother was much more austere and clean. Her house always looked like it could be in a magazine.

“It’s nice.” Carmy said but seemed to recognize her look of disbelief. “It looks fine, really.” The timer went off for the cookies and Carmy pulled them out of the oven.

“At least it smells good in here,” she sighed. Carmy walked over and pulled her into a hug.

“You’re shaking,” he said, quietly. “Can I help? Tell me what to do,” he sounded concerned. She took a deep breath, enjoying, for a moment, the comfort of his arms around her again. She missed him. She exhaled and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Just don’t hate me after this. She’s going to be mean,” she said, her voice soft, cheek pressed against his collarbone, forehead against his chin.

“That’ll never happen,” he responded, voice still intense. She wished she could pause time and just stay there. The safe moment before the storm.

The warmth of his arms melted away all of the tension. His smell surrounded her– laundry detergent, smoke, and something entirely Carmy. She was reminded of a bonfire at the end of summer. Or the quiet of a kitchen after a long day. He was somehow comfort and safety and heat all at once.

“Thank you,” she said, finally pulling away.

---

She ran down to the entrance of her apartment when her sister called to announce their arrival.

“You live in a building with a broken buzzer? I thought your books were doing well,” her mother was looking around distastefully.

Maureen Leopold, Sophie’s mother, stood in front of her. It had been over a year since she’d seen her mother in person. She was wearing a simple black dress with a cardigan and impressively tall heels. She was overdressed, of course. She smelled strongly of some fancy perfume, making Sophie feel a little lightheaded.

“They’re working on fixing it, mom,” she said, glad her voice was calm. She straightened her posture, and stepped towards her mother. Maureen leaned down to press a kiss to both of her cheeks in succession then stepped back and looked her up and down.

“You could have dressed a bit more appropriately,” she said, looking down her nose at her daughter. “We don’t know how many more dinners we have together.” Sophie’s heart sank. She squeezed her hand into a fist behind her back, trying not to react and incur her mother’s wrath.

“Sophie!” Mallary stepped up to her next and pulled her into a hug, her voice full of forced cheerfulness. How she ignored her mother’s quips was beyond Sophie. Mallary definitely had the better poker face of the two sisters.

“Come in.” She brought them up the stairs and to her apartment.

She walked in and introduced her mom and her sister to Carmy. Maureen didn’t immediately say anything terrible and Sophie was grateful for that. Her sister grinned widely and pulled him in for a hug.

“I’m really glad to meet you Carmen, I’ve heard so much. I know it is a lot, taking care of me and the girls all the time. So I’m glad Sophie has you in the city too.” She said, smiling softly.

Sophie was distracted watching her mother look around the apartment. She didn’t want to hear what her mom thought. Rather than say anything about the apartment, her mother turned her attention back to her daughter. “You’re getting lines. Have you thought about getting fillers yet?”

“I don’t think I want that, mom,” she said, trying to rein in her anger.

“Sophie made cookies,” Carmy chimed in with perfect timing.

“I can make tea, if you want to sit down. Or Carmy brought wine. Maybe tea first?” Sophie motioned to the table and walked over to put the kettle on. She heard Mallary asking Carmy about his time in Copenhagen and was glad when he launched into a story. She listened in, also curious about his time abroad.

She poured tea. The table already full of cheese, crackers, olives, and a plate of cookies. As she sat beside him, Carmy reached under the table and placed his palm against her thigh. She looked to him in surprise. Seeing his calm demeanor as he talked with her sister and mother comforted her.

Time slipped by and things were going well. Maureen made some snide comments but Sophie was able to roll with them. And Carmy was surprisingly adept at handling her. Though she supposed it made sense with what he’d told her of his own mother.

But it didn’t take long before Maureen had made a comment that left her reeling.

“You really need to be careful with all of these carbs, dear. The last time I saw you in that dress you were so much smaller.” Sophie nearly choked on her tea, face burning in shame. Before she even had the chance to come up with a response, she felt Carmy shift beside her. He wrapped his arm over the back of her chair and slid his hand up against her arm, putting the slightest pressure on her, urging her to lean back into him. She did, melting into the calming pressure of him holding her. The skin of his arm pressed against the back of her neck.

Sophie looked over to Carm and shot him a grateful smile. She knew she shouldn’t read into the fact that he didn’t pull away. His hand slowly moving up and down her arm, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She may have leaned back into him a little more. But she made herself focus on the conversation again. Mallary had already changed the topic.

Before her mother could say anything else, Sophie declared it was time to finish preparing for dinner. Carmy followed her to the kitchen, a cookie in his hands. He broke it in half, sticking part in his mouth and handing the other half to her. She smiled at him, still a little shaky, and bit into her piece.

“They’re amazing, as always,” he said, leaning against the counter next to her.

“Thanks, Carm,” she responded softly. “You want to help with the salad? Or the chicken?” They split up tasks and cooked together. They slipped into familiar territory quickly. They had spent so long in kitchens together it came naturally. She found herself slightly flustered when Carmy occasionally touched her back to scoot around her to get to her seasonings or grab some utensil from a drawer. Each time his touch shot a spark of heat down her spine. She tried to hide it, the effect he had on her. She didn’t know how successful she was as she caught him looking at her a few times, a small smile on his face.

Unfortunately, she had picked a dish that did not take long to cook, and soon they were back at her small table, preparing to eat.

“Are you writing another book?” Maureen asked, looking to her daughter curiously after they had started eating.

“I am. But I’m mostly working on the meal kit stuff right now.” At the end of her time in California, Sophie had written a children's book about a little girl who wanted to become a chef to be like her father. She had met a phenomenal illustrator who was willing to partner with her and the book did surprisingly well. After that, she wrote a second.

And then, with a whole lot of luck and some well timed conversations, she partnered with a meal service to provide monthly meal kits. Each one included a little story of the character from the books along with all the ingredients and instructions to make a few meals. It had become her main source of income and was more successful than she had ever dreamed. With news of her sister’s cancer diagnosis, she had become even more grateful for income that didn't require long hours in a restaurant.

Her mother was not impressed with this direction for her professional life.

“I really thought she was going to be a lawyer. Or go into business. She got a 4.0 in high school. She spent two years in NYU. We thought she was going to make something of herself. Then she just gave it all up.” Maureen was saying this to Carmy, raising her wine glass and gesturing to Sophie. Sophie was poised to softly interrupt and change the subject but Maureen barreled through. “It’s all because of her father. And after what he did–” She shook her head in distaste.

Sophie was prepared to hear insults about herself but not about her father. She froze, her heart suddenly racing in her chest.

“Sophie has made something of herself. She won the James Beard Emerging Chef Award. She’s worked in four of the top restaurants in the country. Do you realize how hard that is to do?”

Carmy seemed to realize he was getting heated and sat back in his chair. “I bought your books for Richie’s daughter. I think she is a little old for them but she still really liked them.” He had turned towards Sophie who was staring at him, wide eyed.

Mallary jumped in and steered the conversation to safer things. Maureen, who had until then seemed to regard Carmy positively, or at least not negatively, treated him coldly for the rest of the evening.

Luckily they didn’t stay long after dinner.

---

Carmy and Sophie sat on her fire escape, legs hanging over the edge. Sophie leaned against the railing, forehead pressed into the metal and groaned quietly. She held out a hand and he dutifully passed a cigarette and lit it for her. She slid it into her mouth and inhaled.

“I’m sorry Carm.”

“I’m fine. She was worse to you. Are you good?”

“Yeah. It helped having you here,” she said softly.

“Good,” Carm responded simply. He kicked his feet out, looking uncomfortable. “She is wrong, you know? About all of it. I don’t know why– what she sees when she looks at you. But it isn’t you.”

She met his eyes, surprised he was willing to talk about it. Surprised he had gone to bat for her in the first place. “Thank you. I think that might be the first time someone stood up to my mother. For me, anyways,” she admitted quietly. She handed the cigarette back to him.

They sat in silence for a bit and Sophie felt her shoulders relax. “Big dipper,” she said, pointing to the sky. She felt comfortable again for the first time all day.

“Your sister seems nice.” Carmy said, filling the silence in a way he almost never did. She wondered how worried he was to be making all of this effort. “Makes me want to meet your nieces too, they sound like they’d be a lot of fun.”

“She is great. And so are my nieces,” Sophie agreed as her eyes suddenly filled with tears. She leaned gently against Carmen. “Really. Thanks for all of this,” she said quietly. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed gently before rubbing his hand up and down her arm. She felt goosebumps form as his calloused fingers brushed against the bare skin below her elbow where the sleeve of her dress ended. He stopped moving, his fingers softly pressed against her arm. All of her focus was suddenly on that one spot. His fingertips against her skin. She stopped herself from leaning further into him but couldn’t find it in her to pull away. So they stayed that way, looking up at the stars. For a few peaceful minutes.

Then she took a breath and sat up straight.

“Well I owe you like a million favors now.”

He shook his head. “You don’t owe me, Soph.” She blushed under his gaze. ”We’re friends. I want to help.”

“You’re right. I just–” She turned so that she was sitting facing him. “I want to help you. It was nice cooking at The Beef last time.”

“Nice?” he asked, with a disbelieving look and she laughed a little.

“Mostly nice,” she conceded. “I just want to do more. If you need help, I mean. And seeing you sometimes is nice too.”

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly, his eyes lowering to her lips. She blushed, realizing he must feel it too-- this heat that kept flaring between them. Just as she started to lean towards him, he looked away. She blinked and looked away too, nervously deciding she must have imagined it.

“I suppose it is getting late,” she said, trying to push past the sudden awkward tension she felt.

Carmy stood and helped her up and back into the apartment.

---

Sophie sent Carmy off with a bunch of cookies and a goodbye hug, her head still spinning from the almost kiss. She was sure she hadn't imagined it. And yet he had pulled away.

But he had defended her. Had brought up her James Beard award and the restaurants she worked at after they had parted ways. He had kept up with her career. He had even bought her books. It must mean something, right?

Her thoughts were still spiraling as she got in bed that night. As she turned off her bedside lamp, the familiar tune of ‘She Calls me Back’ was audible from her neighbor’s apartment. She groaned and decided she really needed to check on her neighbor soon.

[nininehaaa]

Percy Jackson x reader smut

WARNING ❗️ SEXUAL CONTENT ❗️

yn's PoV :

"Heyyyy Percy "

"Sup"

I rolled my eyes. This boy never acknowledged me when it came to him cooking.

"Soo I was thinking..."

"Mhm"

"Wanna fuck?"

Percy's face turned beet red.

"Um- I - um- what?"

"Well I'm horny and your hot so we could "

"Oh um sure..."

"Mkay , meet me at my cabin at 9?"

"Yeahhh"

I strutted out of the cabin and felt a pair of green eyes follow.

Percy's PoV;

My mind was blank. Y/n, the hottest girl on earth wanted to fuck me???

We weren't even dating. We just flirted a lot.

I didn't even notice the timer for the cakes as I ran out of the cabin looking for someone that could help.

At the Aphrodite cabin~~~

"SHE SAID THAT"

"Umm yeah?"

Piper was now wide-eyed as she tried to take in the information I just spilt.

"Holy shit dude, you must be the luckiest guy on earth, getting to have sex with Y/N let alone taking her v-card!!!"

"Wait what ?"

"Omg this is so cool you can't mess this u-"

"SHES A VIRGIN????!?!!??!"

"Well duh"

Piper looked at me in confusion as if I didn't know what 3+3 was.

I started panicking, what if I was terrible at it? What if she didn't like me after it? What if she was uncomfortable with m-

"PERCY!"

"What"

"Are you ok?"

"Ummmm yeah I'm just worried about it"

"About what?"

I looked at her as if she was stupid

"Like if I'm good at it" I whispered, the last thing I need was some 10-year old know that I was a virgin.

"HOLY SHIT YOUR A VIRGIN TOO?"

"PIPER SHUT UP"

She looked at me apologetically and whispered "I'm sorry "

After that she gave me some tips on how to - um -well -you know .

After dinner : at 9 O'clock

Y/N's PoV:

I waited in excitement for Percy to arrive. I had put on black lacy underwear under my tight top and short skirt in an attempt to look hot .

(This in yo favourite colour)

Suddenly the door of my cabin opened and Percy walked in.

" hey y/n"

I didn't bother saying anything. I walked up to him and smashed my lips onto his and made our way to the bed.

"Fuck y/n, you taste so good " Percy groaned.

He made his way to my chest and down to my thighs. He aggressively pulled of my skirt and ripped my thong off

"Fuck percy those were expensive !"

"I don't care I'll buy you a new one, I'll buy you anything"

He sucked at my clit and after practically draining me of my juices he licked it and blew on it.

He looked at me in doubt.

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah"

"Wanna try something?"

"Um okay"

Without warning he swiftly plunged 3 fingers in my hole. I screamed and moaned as her pumped them in and out.

After making me cum for what seemed a thousand times he climbed up to where my head laid and made sure I was conscious.

"Y/nnnn "

"Mhm"

"Can you do one more, pretty please?"

I could barely answer in my sex haze but I managed to weakly nod in approval.

Percy smiled in pride as he gave me a gentle kiss and somehow spread my legs even further out.

I suddenly felt a new sensation in my stomach, I looked down and saw him waving his hand around.

"Percy, what are you doing?" I whimpered

"Just wait princess I'll show you"

I laid my head back down and abruptly felt  something swirling in my pussy.

Percy's PoV:

Holy shit she looked gorgeous.I'd been dreaming of this since I was like 15. I used my powers to swirl around her cum and pound it deep into her. I watched her shriek and whimper my name. I fucking loved it.

After fucking her with her own cum i crawled back on top of her and gave her a sweet kiss.

I thought I heard the words " I love you"whispered but I was probably imagining it.

Her limp body laid in my hands as I cradled her .

This is how it was meant to be. Absolutely perfect.

Bye lovelies ,see ya soon ~~~~

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Three

Warning: one trippy moment for reader, anxiety talk

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

Steven Grant is a pretty cool guy! He seems meek, shy, a bit anxious too; yet, this man can be brutal in his quips! Twice he caught you off guard when another employee tried to basically jerk him around. His old job's director used to do that along with never calling him by his name.

A condescending bitch is what he wouldn't say but you said it for him.

Steven also lives in the same apartment complex as your father! Top floor attic style, from what he has told you. Fancy in your mind, he says it's okay. Steven is self taught in almost everything when it comes to history and French. He likes burritos and his friend is a guy who pretends to be a statue.

Overall a guy you have no problem having a minor crush on.

In Steven's point of you: you have a lot of energy! Steven is trapped in the maelstrom called you each afternoon on a Wednesday, you said Wednesdays is your day off. He would be at lunch eating and you slide next to explaining how you are going to fist fight your art history professor. Or, showing him the sketches you got done while on the bus here. You are harmless and he found himself enjoying the company.

It took some getting used to someone talking to him back.

To have a friend who responds back with eagerness and ready to talk about any subject, he isn't used to that.

"Aw, you still have it!" Today he is walking you to a vegan cafe he enjoys from time to time.

"It's a lovely sketch. Are you studying art here?"

"Pft, no, for that I would be in South Korea."

"South Korea?"

"Animation and stuff." Shrugging, "I'm studying history and figured why not try out the international problem plus see my old man." Hands moving as you talk, "You never seen him before?"

"Never met most of the residents. We tend to keep to ourselves." The alternative text was that at the time he was afraid of everyone and scared an old lady when Khonshu was walking towards him through a dark hallway. Steven thought he was crazy, completely batshit nuts.

You nod then glance at your phone checking the time, "Saturday you wanna see an art gallery? A classmate invited me to come see their show." Then you nudge him with your shoulder as he orders some food, "Unless that guy at the cafe finally asked you out, ay ay?"

Steven gets flustered easily, "N-no, anyway he tends to flirt with everyone."

"Booooo." 

Lunch with Steven is always educational, he tells you something new or helps you find a better way to remember key dates for a test (it's a pain in the ass). You in turn let him vent, you love when he vents about work!

"Ya'know," Sitting down enjoying the scenery of the cafe and cute Steven. "It's good to know even at thirty years old life is still confusing as fuck."

"You make me sound old, (Name)."

"Older than me! You're at the age my dad helped make me."

He groans, putting his face in his hands while you laugh.

*

Thursday.

Forum update.

New theory support but a new picture! Which said picture looks almost unbelievable. The costume is completely different from the other two though it fits the moon theme.

CapPuertoRico4Prez says: Could be a fake

IntoSpideysHeart says: Idk man it looks real af

Thunderclapping says: Could there be more than one? So far all of them look completely different from each other. Maybe there's more than one??? Like tht one issue of The Bat and Robins where there were more than 1 lady bat.

The forum blew up from there going over and re-analyzing reports and pictures. You just liked seeing the posts. 

*

Saturday could not come fast enough and your dad of course had to embarrass you. Dressing nice means you like him (true but just cause he is cute!) and since he is a boy (your dad though learned to apply that to anyone now) and is meaning you at your door.

Conclusion: scare the man!

You begged him not to be weird when Steven came down to the apartment to pick you up. Your father had to go do the dad-cop move! 

"Thanks, bye dad see you later!" Grabbing Steven out of the kitchen and out the door.

Neither of you spoke until you both were outside waiting for the ride you booked to show up.

"Nice man."

You groaned as Steven broke the silence as you walked. "Listen, I'm sorry about interrogation—"

"(Name), it's alrigh'. I can say now I was interrogated by a bobby."

"American one. Retired veteran and officer." You sigh, "Dads… So extra."

Steven wouldn't know but he nods. He envies you from what you told him about your family. Close with you mother, kinda close with your dad; overall connected to your parents.

"Thanks for being cool about it, Steven."

The gallery your classmate rented out is in Soho which is far from your place, and there are a few spots around to eat and window shop around.

Ideal date vibes. Downside, uber fare prices.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a bus?" Asking as you showed on your phone map the places they should go to after the gallery's presentation.

"Bruh, I one time walked all of Manhattan because Spiderman was seen swinging around."

"Spiderman?"

"... Seriously? You never heard of the Amazing Spiderman!?" Steven can't help admiring how easily excited you get and energy you have, the saying 'kid at heart' really suits you. "Okay, uh guess makes sense given.. Seriously, you never heard of him?"

"Busy adulting." Sharky, "Finding a job, shopping, basic functions for being alive. The economy." 

You snicker at how he copied your complaints from before though you were more dramatic, "Okay, valid."

The conversation goes off and on, comfortable silence then you pointing out things like a tourist.

You stole glances at him during the car ride.

"When you said gallery," Getting out of the car then assisting you out. "I thought it was going to be small with pictures on the wall." You shrug after giving thanks to the driver and closing the door.

"They're loaded." Most of your classmates are of the privileged percentage. "They're one of nice ones and they offer me some good critiques. They worked really hard for this." Taking his hand tugging him along.

You aren't labeling this a date.

Marc is telling Steven this has all the signs of a date.

The gallery is full of paintings, sculptures, and video presentations of music. Your classmate is a modern day Renaissance person!

Steven is distracted by your hold on his arm, firm and secure, as you show him the different paintings or sculptures you witnessed while in the art workshop.

"They love space." He finds himself enjoying this almost as if you infectiously passed on your excitable nature to him. To say he is enjoying himself is putting it mildly with you by his side.

Then Steven suddenly wasn't by your side as a crowd rolled in.

It happens! One moment you are with someone the next they are missing. The crowd going around checking out every inch of the place, you figure to stay where you are. You stood there standing in front of still life painting, your eye taking in the details and brushstrokes seen in the light. You hope they make it out there in whatever field their art is going to take them.

You turn around figuring to do a lookover the crowd to see if Steven is wandering around, then you freeze up. 

A large creature with a body made of what seems like stars and nebulae, a human-like face, and a scepter.

You rub your eyes, blink twice, and pinch yourself.

Holy shit. Not again.

You don't know who or what you are seeing standing next to a man who is talking to your classmate. All you know it looked at you and you turned around pretending to be reading the gallery brochure. Silently praying it didn't see you, praying you maybe are just tripping out.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!?

"Hello," The man's voice right behind you. His accent is not British.

Don't freak out, just breathe, "Oh, hello!" Awkwardly turning fearful to see the– Nothing is there. You are so confused right now. "Uh, hi." Maybe it's the paint, yeah totally the paint fumes.

The man holds out his hand, "Thank you for coming, this means a lot to them."

"Oh, it was nothing! I mean this isn't nothing, no problem getting here." You gather your thoughts, "Who are you?"

"A family friend. I have been helping them achieve their goal to break into the art world." So pleasant with a firm business grip, "They told me you are also an artist."

Just when you are about to relax… The creature is back right behind him looking down at you.

Shake your head very quickly and take your hand away, "N-no, just a hobby. Would be in South Korea for animation if I did! Haha." You want to bolt so bad but you know you would look crazy. You feel crazy! "Sorry, um I gotta go to the powder room." Smiling nervously as waved goodbye then speed walking away.

The bathroom is empty and you lean forward against the long sink counter, closing your eyes and counting from ten backwards. Maybe your anxiety triggered you seeing whatever that, God, you wished mom let you figure out why you sometimes see strange things! Google can only do so much! You groan as you reopen your eyes taking a slow breath in then out. At least it was a jackal this time.

When you leave the bathroom, you hear voices coming from the hall just beside where you are.

"Khonshu."

"Ptah."

You stay hidden as you grow curious about the conversation.

"The Gods must be desperate for more avatars. You never cared to just observe humans."

"And you must be desperate to have an avatar. Lots of talk about how broken his mind is. That's pretty low but no surprise coming from you."

You blink a few times, very confused by the way these people are talking. So you take out your phone putting it in camera mode on the selfie view. Peeking it a bit out, you cover your mouth when you see something freaky as all hell.

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Penelope: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I am so sorry I haven’t posted. I was sick with the flu and completely forgot about it. I will be posted both episodes now!

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Hotch's phone rings and he answers it quickly.

"Hotchner. ...  Good. ... We'll be right there." He hangs up with a relieved look on his face. "She's up."

You three head back to the hospital just in time to see Penelope before she falls asleep again from exhaustion. You walk into her room with Derek, JJ, and Spencer. Everyone wants to cry, but if you start crying, then Penelope will start crying.

"Hi. No tears. I'm afraid if I start crying I'll come unstapled," she sighs.

"How are you feeling?" Derek asks.

"Confused, stupid, and in pain."

"Are you up for some questions?" JJ wonders.

"I never saw it coming. He seemed... deliciously normal."

"You know him?"

"He was your date, right?" you whisper and take her hand.

"You were right. I should have trusted it," she says to Derek. "It's that guy I told you about. The one I met at the coffee shop. I wanted to believe he was interested in me. I let my guard down."

"Do you have any idea why he would have done this? Did he threaten you? Did he want something?"

"I just thought he liked me," she sniffles.

"We need a name, Pen."

"James Colby Baylor." Your team leaves the room to give her some space, but she grabs your hand and JJ's. "Will you two stay with me for a second?"

"Sure," you nod and sit back down next to her. "I saw what happened, Penelope. I saw you while you were being operated on. I told you to fight for your life, and I'm glad you listened."

"I'm not ready to die yet."

"We will find James and take him down. He won't ever hurt you again."

"Promise me something."

"Anything," JJ says.

"Please don't talk about me like I'm a victim. I'm not."

"We won't. We promise," you nod in agreement with JJ.

You lean up and kiss her forehead before leaving the room with JJ to give Penelope some rest. You two join Derek and Spencer's side. Detective Walker sent over everything he had on the guy. He used a revolver, and the only person who uses a revolver is someone who doesn't want to leave shell casings behind as evidence. There were no witnesses, and James staged it to look like a robbery to throw people off. If he's smart enough to use forensic countermeasures, then the odds he gave Penelope a fake name is very likely.

"What did she say?" Spencer asks.

"She made us promise not to talk about her like a victim," JJ says. "Excuse me."

"I asked her to go out last night, but she was pissed at me. She blew me off," Derek sighs once JJ left.

"You ended up in church?" you ask.

"Yeah. What does it mean? On one hand, if she'd gone out with me, she would have never got shot. On the other hand... What are the odds that the first time I pray in twenty years, she's on the table?"

"She's asking for you three," a nurse says from inside the room.

You three head inside and smile at Penelope.

"Good news, bad news. The morphine's wearing off. When I was in the ambulance, I could hear the song 'Heroes' playing in my head. I kept flashing in and out of consciousness. Everything was really bright, and I remember thinking, wait... is David Bowie really God?"

"We have a sketch artist coming in," Spencer reveals.

"I'm still a little hazy."

"It's okay. Anything you tell us will help. Did this guy say what he did for a living?"

"He said he was a lawyer."

"Did people know him where you went?"

"He said he wanted to show me a new place. It was half an hour away."

"You drove together? What kind of car?" Derek asks.

"A white four-door sedan. American. It smelled new."

"Rental car, maybe?" Spencer says to you and Derek.

"I don't know. I don't look at things like you guys do. I don't see danger--"

"Okay, take it easy," Derek calms her down. "Take it easy. What else can you remember?"

"He smelled good, and he was a little nervous. I thought he was just afraid to kiss me good night," she says with tears in her eyes.

"You sure you're up for this?"

"I could hear him walking. He leaned over me and I held my breath so he'd think I was dead," she sniffles.

"We should stop," you whisper.

Penelope is nowhere near ready to go home, and for the next four days, you and your team worked endlessly trying to find out who this guy really is. James Colby Baylor has to be a fake name, and if it is, then you need to find out his real name and fast. However, four days and no good news. Penelope has been in and out of sleep the entire time, but a sketch artists was able to grab her description of the man she went on a date with.

That photo has been taken to the coffee shop where she met him, the restaurant, and everything else in between. Nothing has come up, even when the picture was run through ViCAP. No luck with rental car services, no prints were left at the scene, so shell casings, and the cell phone that the guy used to call Penelope at work was a disposable one. This guy knows how to stay off the grid, and that makes him more of a mystery than you thought he was going to be.

The only person who can help you right now is Penelope, so you need to go back to the hospital and talk to her about the date she went on. Maybe a detail was overlooked that she might remember. Everything matters, even things that may not seem as important. Spencer and Derek are already at the hospital where they've been for the past four days.

You walk into the room, interrupting their conversation.

"Hey, I'm here to help with remembering what happened. If you allow me, I'm going to take your hand and I might be able to see what happened. I might be able to see something you might have missed. If it's okay with you, of course."

"It's no problem," she says.

You take a seat next to her and grab her hand gently, running your thumb across the back of her hand.

"Whenever you're ready."

She begins with the restaurant they went to, and it's like you were right there. Through her reenactment and descriptions, you're able to connect with her feelings and transfer them into memories. James and Penelope walk into the restaurant, and though you can't hear what they're saying, you can tell he is a smooth talker. The waiter brings them to a table in the corner of the room where he takes a seat right in the corner so he can see the whole room while Penelope takes a seat across from her.

The waiter passes out menus, and Penelope is unsure of what bottle of wine to get. He points one out, ensuring her that she will like it even if she doesn't drink that kind of wine. They talk and laugh with each other, talking about their job (you only assume).

"Penelope, I know it's gotta be hard to keep reliving this," Derek says when he sees her getting frustrated.

"I just don't know what else there is to remember."

"Let's start with the behavior. That's all profiling really is, just noticing behavior," Spencer tries.

"Sweetheart, any details you can remember will tell us who he is. Okay? So, let's go back to when you first arrived at that restaurant. Was he nervous?"

"No, the opposite, actually. He was charming, and when the menus were passed out to us, he insisted we order a white wine even though I only drink red."

"So, he was trying to impress you by showing you how he can take charge."

"I guess so."

"Tell me about his watch," Spencer says, assuming he was wearing one.

"It was a fake rolex."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I know my knockoffs. He kept playing with it as if he wanted me to look at it. It's how I know it's a knockoff."

"What else do you remember?" you ask with your eyes still closed.

"He kept asking me about my job, and he then talked about his. He said he was a lawyer, a city attorney. He told me he had a murder case dismissed for judicial inepptitude, and he went into private practice."

With all of this new information, you took this back to the rest of the team who is back at Quantico. You want to give Penelope more time to rest, so you decided to work on this new information. Maybe with it, you can find out who he really is. Once you got back to Quantico, you told the rest of the team exactly what she said.

"City attorneys don't try murder cases. He knows enough to use legal terminology, but he's not actually a working lawyer," Spencer says.

"I think we're looking at someone who failed out of law school or didn't pass the bar."

"Did Garcia say if he gave any details about the cases he was supposedly working on?" JJ asks.

"No specifics."

"If he failed out of the system, it could explain why he's got a working vocabulary and not much more. It could also explain his anger. Even in his lie, he rails against other people's incompetence."

"Well, he's clearly a narcissist," Rossi says. "The clothes, the watch, and the subtle hints at where he went to school. He's faking humility when he's saying New Haven and Cambridge instead of Yale and Harvard."

"JJ, we need an analyst who can put our information through the legal databases."

"I'm on it."

x

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[kraekat29]

Scream- Chapter Five

At the chateau Sage and Ruby sat in her room, laughing, “ I’ll send you a copy. Bam! Bitch went down” Ruby said and Sage laughed.

Ruby sat up, holding onto her stuffed calico cat, “ I’ll send you a copy. Bam! Sage! Super bitch!”

Ruby said cheerfully, “ alright calm down Rue” Sage said, wiping away tears from how hard she had been laughing.

Ruby laid back down, playing with the stuffed animal, “ do you really think it was him?” She asked and Sage sighed, “ no..” she answered honestly.

She nodded, “ I don’t think it was him either..” she said quietly, messing with her necklace from JJ.

They were interrupted by Sage’s phone ringing, once again saying the caller was unknown.

“ oh god.. no..” Sage cried, her stomach already churning as she answered, putting the call on speaker.

“ looks like you got the wrong guy. Funny how quick you point the finger at your own boyfriend.” The voice growled, “listen asshole-“ Sage started but the voice laughed, mocking her, “ you better watch your fucking back.” The voice said then hung up.

The next morning Sage and Ruby walked into the school, “ I mean it, right after class meet me at my locker, i’m not letting you out of my sight. You pee, I pee.” Ruby said and Sage laughed, “ okay okay, I’ll see you there.” Sage agreed and went to class.

After class JJ and Ruby stood at her locker, Ruby sucking on a cherry lollipop while organizing her books inside of her locker.

But JJ couldn’t help but let his hands wander along her skin that had been exposed from her crop top, making a happy sigh escape her lips as she leaned back against him. 

His lips left gentle kisses on her neck and shoulders, loving the way she instantly melted from his touch.

He hadn’t had alone time with her in a while since the killings began, which was torture for them both.

But suddenly two students in ghostface masks came running down the hallway with fake knives, making Sage flinch and back herself against the lockers.

JJ watched in amusement while Ruby gave him a warning look, still sucking on her lollipop- god did he wish he was that lollipop right now.

They all paused- the principal coming on and saying school had been canceled until further notice due to the killings and new curfew.

But in JJ's mind no school equaled a raging party, especially with his best girl by his side to show off all night.

So he began planning as everyone made their way outside, Ruby going to look for Sage as she had disappeared.

As they came out JJ noticed Ruby was comforting Sage, something had clearly happened in the bathroom.

So naturally JJ did what he does best, he plucked a flower and ran over to Ruby, offering it to her with a grin- his heart fluttering as she returned his smile and happily accepted the flower.

" No school, you know what that means?" JJ asked as they walked, " hm.. Killer party?" Ruby said and he nodded, " this is gonna top the summer bash we had last year" he said and she laughed.

Ruby squealed as JJ picked her up, swinging her over his shoulder as the walked, " Sage do you mind getting snacks? Me and this one have to set up" he said and blew a raspberry on Ruby's stomach, making her laugh harder and try to push his head away. 

" Oh.. Yeah sure" Sage said, trying not to stare at the overly affectionate couple, “ thank you” JJ said, setting Ruby down.

He dipped her down as they walked, practically dragging her from how tiny she was compared to him, but she didn’t mind, just peering up at him with the most awestruck smile. 

Ruby laughed as JJ slowly stood her up, twirling her around before stopping and standing so her back was against his chest.

“ be there at eight” Ruby said and tilted her head as JJ left a few small kisses on her neck and shoulder, “ maybe don’t devour each other?” Sage teased, watching as JJ picked Ruby up once more before running to her truck.

It was going to be a wild night.

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[duhragonball]

Who is your favorite non-Sayian, non-villain character in the Dragonball series? I really like Piccolo and Tien for instance. Or do you only have room for the major players?

Probably Bulma, Piccolo, or Krillin, depending on my mood. If I show greater appreciation for Saiyans and villains, it's only because they have a greater presence in the show, so there's more for me to talk about.

Even so, I still enjoy minor characters, or even obscure ones. To give you an idea, or just because I need to get it out of my head, I'll say a few words about my latest fixation, Ivy from Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego?

I just woke up today and somehow got reminded of this cartoon, which was promoted heavily on Fox back in 1994 while I was trying to watch Batman: The Animated Series. Carmen Sandiego is the thief from the old computer games, and the cartoon introduced a pair of detective characters to chase her, a brother-and-sister team named Zack and Ivy.

Zack is pretty easy to read. He's a computer whiz, voiced by the same guy who plays Robin in the Teen Titans cartoons, and he's basically this adolescent sidekick type. Ivy, on the other hand, I could never quite figure out. And the show is unwatchable, so that didn't help much.

Like, okay, in 1994 I was 17, and I kind of had the hots for Ivy. She kind of looks like a prototype Kim Possible, so I guess that gives younger people an idea of what I'm talking about. I think I just assumed she was also 17, but sometimes the show plays her off like she's an adult. I mean, she's a professional detective, and she seems pretty experienced, and from what I've read she has a "history with Carmen" according to the show. The implication is that she's been working this job for several years, so maybe she started when she was Zack's age and she's about 24 now. I'm just spitballing.

On the other hand, that's kind of dumb. It's a kids show, and Zack's a kid, so why wouldn't Ivy also be a kid? You see her in the same scene with Carmen and it seems obvious. She's older than Zack, but not by that much.

On the other hand, the two detectives are in contact with a live-action character known as the "Player", which sort of suggests that the entire cartoon is taking place inside a computer game, and Ivy doesn't actually exist. That would explain why no one can find a woman in a bright red trenchcoat, and why Zack is considered the second most qualified person to catch her. So Ivy could be any age, or no age at all. She's not a character so much as an avatar for the faceless Player.

Anyway, I only got this far because I looked up information on the show over the course of the day, because I had completely forgotten the character's whole deal. I just remembered the red hair and the bomber jacket. But while I was looking it up, I found out they made a whole other Carmen Sandiego show in 2019, and in that one, Zack and Ivy are Carmen's accomplices, which kind of blew my mind. Apparently Carmivy is a popular ship in that fandom, so I feel less silly for crushing on Ivy in 1994.

I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that I always admired the Ivy design, even if the character concept was frustratingly vague and inconsistent. And this is just the example that I've been thinking about today. I find myself latching onto all sorts of obscure characters, wanting to find out more about them, and then getting frustrated when I learn there's not much to be had.

And this is my roundabout way of saying that of course I like the supporting cast of Dragon Ball. Characters like Tien and 17 and Zarbon are what make the whole thing come together, and a lot of them have lore that's much more satisfying than Ivy's.

#ask duhragonball #note to self: use ivy's clothes for the next zatte commission i order #no one else is using that fit so i might as well get something out of it

[incarnateirony]

still stuck on 2p0's time traveling WB source that showed up not for the time he blew 5K to be wrong about the finale, and not about the pilot or the shape of TW that he denied as real. But now, the exact moment he realized he has to stop waving wiki and gayle around before they get sued off the planet.

So to reitterate: his magical source is blowing up their scale too and he's too stupid to understand this, and yet again they're compiling bad M&G whisper interps and swearing up and down it's from a WB source.

The actual status of any reunion/reboot is that, nobody knows what the fuck it looks like. It's Winchesters that's the current project. Several individuals, among which Jared is many, have offered ideas. However, the show itself isn't aimed to be manifest for another 3 years. Minding Winchesters was accomplished to film in 2 from the SPN finale, guys, they're just barely starting to scratch at it.

What happened was 2p0's friends heard "in development" and are idiots and don't understand how broad that is.

The reunion has no true shape yet, just various ideas from various friends being rolled around. "Misha isn't involved" is a hilarious misspeak as much as "Jared is involved and helping design it." No man. It's a ball of globbed thoughts they've all thrown shit in the bucket of and they're figuring out how to shape it from there, especially following the Winchesters' framing. There's no treatment, no early script, no spec scripts, there's no storyboard, there's no arena, there's nothing beyond like "THESE WOULD BE NEAT" ideas from work buds. "the reboot has been stalled". bro it didnt start, it's still parked, are you okay.

I get it though. You been making all this noise to convince yourselves that destiel shit and the confession isn't happening until the reboot, because you don't want to admit it's coming within this series, so you need to give some new corroboration of your made up garbage without your M&Gs nobody trusts anymore.

this take is as dumb as your, authors can't talk and share ideas even when they're friends unless credited every way they consulted even if they want to opt out of contract or credits, because you think WB sticks microchips in their ass and screens their socials 24-7 to prevent the historic support of WGA members checking and helping each other's drafts as FUCKING FRIENDS, YOU PSYCHO. Do you understand what those are. Do you have a cell phone. Does anyone ever call you without you going PSPSPS I HAVE SOURCES? Is that where you're confused?

No dude don't try to hand me or them money. That's not how you get there. Have you ever tried a non-transactional human interaction you aren't trying to trade something for your benefit? Try it some time, it makes for this wild thing called social connections.

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[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: And so we reach NWH and therefore the second part of this phase!! -Danny

Words: 1,338

Phase Four Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Almost’ -by Dillon Davis

xix: Hiding

Spider-man was in his usual spot, Copycat was able to sneak up on him.

"Who's—" the hero froze, his fighting stance quickly falling apart as soon as he recognized her. "Copycat?"

"Sorry to intrude, I promise I'll be brief..."

"It's okay," he said, voice tender. "I've got all night."

"Okay," she said awkwardly, they were on good terms now, but she didn't know how he'd react. "I've got some things I wanna give you."

"What? Why?" His body tensed as if he were about to step forward. "Don't tell me you're leaving?"

"No— well, I don't think I should keep this." Peter could see her eyes, but if he found her expression worrying, he didn't say. "You didn't think I kept any of the things you gave me..."

"I was just—"

"No, I know."

Cat showed him the box she was holding and offered it to him. Peter took off his mask and looked down at it with loads of curiosity.

"I... I used to write..." it was so hard to talk to Peter, she wondered if that was the nature of their relationship now. "Letters. When the compound blew up most of them got lost, but these ones were important, the others were just ramblings about my day. I put these on the last will box Pietro made."

"The what?"

"He made everyone put in a box whatever they wanted in case they died, Pietro looked after it while we were gone— he didn't put anything in," she cleared her throat. "Which is ironic."

"So this is your last will?" Peter's anxiety worsened. "C.C.—"

"Just take a peek, will ya?" She lifted the lid. "I wrote letters to the friends that blipped, in case they came back and I wasn't there to see them. These are addressed to you, MJ, and Ned."

The boy hesitated. "I don't understand why I'm getting them now."

"I have no use for them," she stared at the box. "But maybe you do."

Cat's hand searched for something at the bottom, Peter watched as she showed him two pictures. He reached for them: Cat's face hadn't changed much, but right now, with her silver hair and purple eyes, it felt like a drastic transformation.

He frowned. "You're giving me everything?"

"No," she blushed. "I'm keeping that funny eraser Ned gave me years ago— the one that's like a spaceship? And I'm keeping both beepers, and a few pictures from my birthdays, but that's it. Oh! Before I forget..."

She searched under her cape and pulled out Peter's old jacket.

"Where did that come from?" He placed the box on the ground and circled her, he lifted her cape and discovered a small satchel on her back. "You thought of everything, huh?" He grinned.

"Well, I needed a place where to carry my snacks."

Peter moved back and she handed him the jacket. "Cat, you can keep it, I don't mind—"

"I know, but the jacket doesn't fit me anymore and MJ's the perfect size to look just right with it. Give it to her. No, wait— use it for a while so it smells like you again, then you give it to her."

Peter stared at all the stuff, the valentine cards, the photos, the letters... and felt ashamed.

"God, I'm so sorry," he could barely look her in the eyes. "I was so wrong. I really don't know you now. I didn't know you kept these, or the letters..."

"You wouldn't have said all that if I'd been nicer. There's no point in dwelling on the past, right? We learned from it!"

He chuckled lightly. "Yeah... yeah. I guess we did."

"I have another confession to make."

"Okay?"

"I followed you guys the other night, just to make sure no bad guys followed you back from Europe."

"Oh," Peter blinked. "You saw something?"

"No. I ran into a friend and then he..." she cleared her throat. "We went out for drinks."

His smile told her he knew this was no friend. "Good. I'm glad you went out, I know you feel weird about hanging out with us, and I guess it'd be weird to hold hands with MJ in front of you..."

"Oh, I hope not," she said, and she was being honest. "You know, one time Ned told me how it made sense that we were dating, 'cause we had our hero life in common and we were the same age, so of course, I felt attracted to you."

Peter frowned again. "That's not true, there were all these other—"

"I agreed with him."

"You what?" He exclaimed.

"It was easy to give each other the world when we had so few responsibilities, but with school, work, Avengers... disappointments would've happened, and well... I prefer thinking of you as my only boyfriend, but like, from a nostalgic point of view."

Peter tilted his head. "I'm not sure I understand that."

Cat pondered, trying to rephrase her idea. "I still love you, Peter. You introduced me to the world, but now you're just too—"

"I swear to God, if you say 'too young', I'm going to throw you off of the building."

She laughed. "You're too different!"

"Oh," he pouted. "Am I?"

"The Peter that used to persuade me to sneak out of the tower every night is gone. You're all responsible and morally correct now... and I kinda hate it."

He snorted. "I really hope that's a joke..."

"See? You don't know if I'm joking now."

"No one ever does," he pointed out. "You were always saying crazy things with a straight face and we could never tell if you meant them or not."

She laughed again, but it was quieter than the last, her worry drowned it. "Hey... do you really want to be friends? You don't know me enough to make an informed decision—"

"I saw all of you in Europe," his eyes widened, and red tinted his cheeks. "I mean— I saw most of you— like personality-wise—"

"I get it, Webs."

"Yeah. So... no one ever knows everything about a person. But I trust you, so there's that."

He was right, it was impossible to fully know a person, but that didn't mean they couldn't form bonds. People loved spider-man and they didn't know he was a straight-A student, Star Wars fan, and a good kid. Maybe the key to a happy life was to be kind to strangers regardless of what you knew, maybe that was the true meaning of being a hero.

"Well... we're still a good team when it comes to fighting, that's what matters."

"Sure," he gave her a sweet smile.

Cat yawned, pushing a few locks of hair away from her face. "I gotta look for a job tomorrow... I should go now."

"An anonymous source provided this video. It shows Quentin Beck aka Mysterio moments before his death..." Cat looked at the small tv the seller had on his counter."I managed to send the Elemental back through the rift but I don't think I'm gonna make it—"

"Not this idiot again..." she got closer to the newspaper stand.

"Spider-man attacked me for some reason, he did it with Copycat's help— they have an army of weaponized drones, Stark technology— Spider-man's saying he's the only one who's gonna be the new Iron Man, no one else..."

The recording was focused on the heroes' feet, he must've planned out the whole thing before their arrival. The audio was fixed so it looked like Peter had ordered the attack, and he must've hidden a camera in his stupid suit, cause she was looking at herself pointing a gun at Mysterio. At least her mask and goggles were covering her face.

"There you have it folks! Conclusive proof that Spider-man was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio, an interdimensional warrior who gave his life to protect our planet, and who will no doubt go down in history, as the greatest superhero of all time!"

"This is some bullshit!" Cat spoke a bit louder, and the man standing next to her shushed her with his eyes fixed on the screen.

"But that's not all folks! Here's the real blockbuster— Brace yourselves, you might wanna sit down..." Quentin was back on the tv. "Spider-man's real— Spider-man's real name is—" the screen went dark, and for a brief second Cat felt relief. "Spider-man's name is Peter Paker!"

"Fuck!"

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[womenareonline]

Manchester and Newcastle diary

I went to Manchester and Newcastle for the weekend to see my favorite artist in Newcastle. Very random. But here are more random things to happen:

While boarding the plane the flight attendant said “Congratulations for yesterday” while he repeated my name. I was confused for a minute because all I could think about was the Argentina and Paraguay game where Argentina won. Curse my Argentina mind to only think about football and Messi. Classic Argentina. But no, he kept asking me if I lived in Spain (which I do now) and I said yes but still didn’t get it. Until I realized October 12th is the day of the Virgin of Pilar which is very important in Spain. I knew it. But I am Argentinean and had slept for less than 5 hours probably.

The guy at the passport control in Manchester asked me the usual questions: Why are you here? Do you know anyone in England? Where are you staying? Are you staying in Manchester? So I said “No, I’m going to Newcastle for a day tomorrow” and he was very confused (stop shading Newcastle English people) so I told him I was going to see a concert. He then points out he is from Newcastle, and I try to be friendly and mention the football team which I had watched a few games a few times (they are not winning the champions, Matty Healy) and he goes: yeah, it’s all we have. And when I point out how they had won against PSG he goes: yeah whatever. I guess he wasn’t into football.

I went to see the Japanese house at Newcastle University and it blew my mind. I love smaller intimate shows (Istg Amber smiled at me during boyhood). The entire set I was just vibing and singing along to the songs. It felt so beautiful, almost religiously. During Sunshine Baby when they said “Hold on to this feeling because you won’t feel it for long” I started crying which I had never cried during a concert. Amber radiates such a beautiful and fun energy you can’t miss it.

On my way to the airport, the taxi driver asked if we could stop for petrol ( at 4 a.m. This is the second time an Uber/taxi has asked me to stop for gas in a year. It’s always so awkward not to mention how dangerous it can be. I am alive and well so no worries but it’s always good to have someone tracking your location when you are in a taxi/Uber etc.

To be honest, I really liked Newcastle and Manchester was okay. But every time I go to England I think about moving there. I need to stop going because I get this horrible feeling that I need to stay but I can’t. I might write more about this soonish because it’s been troubling my mind for the past month and need to get it out.

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[pennyserenade]

i read a book called they both die at the end and it’s a young adult book i think about a universe where people find out what day and time they’re gonna die and you follow two guys’ stories as they try to avoid it and it’s just a lovely book. also, i have finally bought normal people and am waiting for a time to read it because you recommended it :) i’m not sure about shows because i think i’ve done the opposite as you and watched more movies LMAO. if you don’t mind a good series with story and action i love the john wick series, but the only shows i’ve watched recently are tlou, mandalorian, and moon knight.

thank you for the reminder that i can stop when i want to. it’s something i have always struggled to do and i always end up so unhappy when i don’t stop when i want to because i make something i’m not proud of and it just kills the passion. moon knight has sparked that passion again for me and although it was only a 6 episode show that aired last year, it holds such a dear place in my heart next to pedro pascal and oscar isaac. marc spector is such a beautifully complex character and i just relate to him so much. i would love to read your fic with 0 notes because i know you and i know that your writing is fantastic and that you should indulge in a second part if that is what your heart desires. i’m so so sorry for talking your ear off, love, you’re just very easy to talk to, but i will make sure to send a message if i do end up finishing this piece <3

i've heard a lot about they both die at the end from booktok! i haven't really read a lot of ya since middle/high school but i've started to think i might like to again with the rise of the hunger games (i recently bought them again bc i'm thinking of doing a re-read). i'll definitely put they both die at the end on my tbr list! i've also been hearing a lot about the john wick series as of late too! i'm not much of an action girlie but i do believe that i can be converted by a good movie & i think i'm gonna have to look into that one

i've also struggled a lot with knowing when to put down things, especially when they're no longer making me happy. only recently have i come to terms with the fact that i'm not going to be 100 percent all of the time with things i love, and feeling that it's okay. a lot of good has come from that lesson too, like the fact that i genuinely take my time with writing now and never feel like i didn't do enough or didn't spend enough time on pieces before i pushed them out. i'm so, so happy that moon knight has sparked that passion in you. i thought it was really wonderful and i enjoyed watching it a lot. i really love oscar a lot as an actor (and as a person to ofc) and i think he really blew it out of the water with that performance. don't be sorry at all! i love talking to you and i'm so glad i can again <333

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[mccarthawrites]

Admit - Chapter 5

Rated: General Audiences

Summary: Bucky finally admits to Emily what happened to Colin.

Words: 985

Admit Masterlist || Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Emily finally got the courage to ask Bucky out for dinner. Just the two of them. She was both excited and nervous about dating again, Andy had moved back in with her to help out with Lily, but also because he wanted to squash any excuse Emily could make about not dating again. He immediately agreed to babysit when Emily mentioned the date. The night came and while Emily was excited, she was more nervous. 

“How do I look?” Email walked into the living room where Lily and Andy sat on the sofa watching a movie.

“Mom!” Lily gasped. “You look so pretty!”

“Yeah. You look good, but I think since it’s a date, you should lose the chain.” Andy added.

“Oh, shit! You’re right.” Emily took off the chain she wore her wedding ring on. “He’ll be here any minute.”

“He’s picking you up on his bike?” Andy asked.

“No. He said he has a car.” Emily replied. She took a deep breath.

“You okay?”

“Yeah! I just- I haven’t been on a date in years.”

“You’ll be fine. I like him.”

“I guess that’s a good sign. What are you guys watching?” Email asked, leaning on the arm of the sofa.

“Your kid is obsessed with the Cruella movie, but you never showed her the original animated movie.” Andy told her. “So I figured I’d catch her up on old Disney you’ve missed out on.”

“Andy said we can watch Cruella after.”

“Again? How many times have you made him watch Cruella?”

“I don’t mind it.” He shrugged. “There’s worse movies she could make me rewatch.”

“Fair enough.”

“Plus the reporter chick is cute.” He added.

“Andy has a crush on Anita. But only the Anita in Cruella. He doesn’t like the Anitas in the other movies.” Lily explained.

“Because the other Anita’s are boring.”

“No. It’s because she looks like Alice.”

“She’s got you there.” Emily laughed. “Uncle Andy’s got a type.”

“What’s a type?” Lily asked.

“She’s got you there.” Andy looked at Emily, waiting for an answer. The doorbell rang. “Saved by the bell.”

“Thank God.” Emily walked to the door. Opening it, she found Bucky wearing slacks, a black button down and a blazer. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Bucky smiled.

“Wait! I wanna say hi!” Lily jumped up and ran to the door. “Hi, Bucky!”

“Hey, Lily. How are you?”

“Andy told me to tell you to make sure you bring my mom back by ten.” Lily told him, making him chuckle.

“I promise to have her home by ten.” Bucky nodded.

“Good. Have fun. Bye!” Lily ran back to the couch.

“I guess that means we’re good to go.” Emily smiled.

Throughout dinner, Emily noticed Bucky was more nervous than normal. He was much more fidgety than she’d seen him, assuming he must have been nervous for the same reason she was. She didn’t know the secret that was eating at him. She didn’t know the bomb that he was going to drop at dinner.

“You should have seen Andy’s face when I told him about this date. You’d think he was more excited for me to date again than I was.” Emily laughed. “And Lily- she likes having you around. We got lucky bumping into you at the supermarket back in August.”

“I wouldn’t say lucky.” Bucky replied.

“No. We are.” She smiled. He took a deep breath. “Everything alright?”

“I like spending time with you and Lily. I think I’m the lucky one in this scenario.”

“You’re sweet.”

“Emily, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Okay.”

“It’s about Colin.” Bucky knew exactly what he had to say, but it didn’t make this conversation any easier. “He-” He swallowed hard. “He died in an explosion. It- it wasn’t a car accident.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It was-” He stopped, knowing there was no going back.. “The Winter Soldier blew up his car.”

“Why are you telling me this?” She asked.

  “Because it was me.” As soon as the words left his lips, the energy between them changed.

“What the hell are you saying?” Emily asked. “Because if I’m understanding you- you just said you killed Colin.”

“I’m sorry, Emily.”

“Please tell me this is some fucked up joke.”

“It’s not.” His voice was quiet.

“Why?”

“I had no choice.”

“What does that mean?” She asked. “Why Colin? He was in advertising.”

“He wasn’t a mark. He was collateral damage.”

“Collateral damage? That’s all he was? The love of my life was just collateral damage? My little girl will never know her father because he was just collateral damage? Are you fucking kidding me?” She raised her voice.

“If I could change things. If I could-”

“Why? Why did you wait till now to tell me? You’ve been here for months. Is that why you’re here? You were following us. Lily knew, but I just thought you were new in town.”

“I- I planned to tell you the day when we met, but-”

“But what?” She asked. “You thought you’d weasel your way into the lives of me and my daughter. She welcomed you in with open arms. Not knowing you took the most important man from us.”

“I’m sorry, Emily.”

“No.” She shook her head. “Your apology means nothing. Do me a favor. Get out of town. Stay away from me and Lily. I hope to never see you again.” She got up and left the restaurant. Bucky sat in stunned silence. The worst possible outcome happened, but how could he blame her? The waiter approached the table.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“The check please.” Bucky’s voice was quiet and dry. They didn’t even make it to the meal. He paid for the drinks and left the restaurant. She was gone. He assumed she called a cab or had Andy pick her up. It didn’t matter. He was never going to see her again.

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