#I just wanted to make the background more ''alive'' and looking like actual water

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Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x reader. NSFW. Smut. Subish!Robby.

The entire house is suffocating you with silence.

Outside, the city's alive and well. Cars pass and honk, people yell, parties go on. Blissfully unaware of the tense bubble you're in, background noise for whatever is going on inside. 

Water pours into the sink until it fills up the glass Robby put under.  Seconds pass. It starts overflowing, filling the kitchen with soft metallic sounds of droplets, then streams, then it just becomes noise. He just stares at it, and you stare at him.

“That bad, uh?”

His shoulders are tense. You can see the way his hands are gripping onto the bar for dear life, knuckles white from how much strength he’s putting into it. He’s 6’1 of pure frustration, drawn tight like a rope. 

You feel a little guilty when heat spreads all over your body, but you can’t really help it. This Robby doesn’t come out often, the one that is so angry at the system, at the stupid comments he gets at work by his superiors, that he has to close his eyes and take a hundred deep breaths before he can speak coherently and not sound like a caged animal. 

You like it when he’s like this. He’s like a knot you just have to unravel, turn him into dust between your palms.

Slowly, you approach him. He doesn’t move a single inch, but his back seems to tense even more, feeling your body heat radiate into him. He’s burning up with so many things it’s intoxicating, makes your head spin. 

You’re careful when you press your hands against his back, feeling his muscles clench at your touch. He’s a mess, holding back by trying to control his breath. His face is damp, either water or sweat, maybe both. If he turned to look at you, you’re sure his pupils would be blown out. 

“You want to tell me about it?”

It doesn’t surprise you when he shakes his head. He’s barely keeping it together as it is, driven to the brink of insanity all day and worsening every second he feels your touch. You start rubbing your hands up and down, pressing your face to him. It makes him jump slightly, caught off guard by your breath fanning against his skin. 

“I think you should try to relax,” you tell him, pulling away slightly so you can start rubbing his shoulders a little. “It’s over now.”

His breath stutters when you wrap your arms around his waist, letting your hands wander low enough to play with the waistband of his pants without actually doing something about it. Your fingers draw lazy circles over his belly, then his chest. His breathing picks up almost imperceptibly, but you can feel every single change, electricity running between the two of you.

Hurried, he turns off the faucet and lets himself bend lower, pressing lightly against you. You let him, shifting until you’re almost by his side. The tips of his ears are bright red.

If you didn’t know better, you’d say he has a fever. His skin feels scorching hot in every point that’s rubbing against your own, but that may just be your own fire trying to swallow him.

“You’re here with me now,” you whisper at him, smiling slightly when his breath hitches again. “You can let go.”

His hand is shaking when he raises it to cover his face, biting at the meat of his palm to keep some form of composure. It just makes you want to break him to pieces even more, have him all for yourself. The rest of the world can fuck off for a few hours.

“Relax,” you urge, pulling him closer and twisting until you're standing face to face. The bridge of his nose is tinted pink, and he doesn’t dare look up. “Let me take care of you, Robby.”

He’s so sensitive right now that just those few words are his breaking point. He groans, bracing himself against the sink when you press your hips against his and feel how hot and hard he is already. You laugh at him a little, and he turns away to hide his face, flustered by how easy you get him delirious with desire. 

You let him for now, trailing up his neck with your mouth. His pulse is thundering under your lips, you’re so close it’s like being enveloped by him. You’re sure he doesn’t mean to grab your arm, but he does, and he pulls you impossibly closer, going after your touch.

“Please,” he pants, throwing his head back when you bite at his collarbone. “F-fuck, please.”

Warmth grows and spreads from your belly to your entire body. It’s so easy to turn him into a mess with the right words, the right touch. A power trip that gets to your head every single time you have him begging for attention.

“I’ll take care of you, babe, don’t worry.”

When you push yourself away from him, he whines, opening his eyes to stare at you like you just confessed to a crime. 

You were right. You can barely see the pretty brown that’s so characteristic of him, almost completely hidden by how dilated his pupils are. You grin up at him, taking in the sight of such a big, controlled man turned into a whiny mess just for you. 

You decide to give him a chance, pressing your mouth against his. His entire body shivers, grabbing the back of your head and letting you eat him alive, at your complete mercy. His kiss is desperate, full of the frustration you aim to pull out of him. The hunger swallows you both, rids you slowly of oxygen until you have no other choice but to separate.

Instead of talking, you decide to just pull his waistband open and bury your hand inside to grab his length.

He jumps so hard it knocks him back into the counter, but you don’t pay it any mind. It will be a nice reminder if he bruises, of how easy you can break him into this.

“Oh fuck, fuck.”

You rub your thumb over the tip, using the precum he’s already leaking as lube. His moans are so pretty, loud and stuttered in a vain attempt at holding them back. You kiss his cheek, resisting the urge to bite when his cheeks turn pink. 

“Feels good?”

He nods, mouth open and swollen. You stare at it, at the way his lower lip is pushed out and glistening from kissing you. The fucked out look suits him, so different from the composed doctor you’ve seen him be at his job.

You twist your wrist in circles, relishing in the way he squirms and groans. More precum leaks out, dirtying your hand until you’re filling the room with wet sounds. He presses his lips together, unconsciously pulling slightly back from your touch.

“Ta-take it easy,” he begs. You squeeze him harder, giggling when he jumps again. “F-fuck, please, I’m not gonna l-last.”

You tilt your head, speeding up your strokes just to have him gasp and grip your wrist. “What’s wrong with that?”

He lets out a breathy laugh so full of disbelief that it sends molten heat running down your legs. He gives up trying to make you stop, leans back and pulls you with him until the tip of your nose is almost touching his. 

“Y-you drive me fucking n-nuts,” he grits out. His hips start fucking into your fist, getting so much pleasure it’s making him dizzy. “Fuck, please don’t st-stop.”

“I won’t,” you promise him, giving him a quick peck that pulls a tiny gasp from him. “I want you to cum.”

There is no human power that could have kept him from doing what you ask of him. Just as he raises his hand to grab your head and crash his mouth against yours, his cock starts shooting cum all over your hand, getting his clothes dirty too. He pushes his moans into your mouth, and the whiny little breathless sounds that he always tries so hard to hide. His entire face is beet red, you can see it spreading down his neck and to his chest. 

He twitches in your hold as you keep pumping him, gasping and gripping you harder against him. He cums so much, an explosion of frustrations and anger and so much adoration for you. It leaks from his pores and seeps into your very soul. 

You only stop when he gently grabs your wrist, panting so hard it wrecks his entire body. It makes you giddy to see him so utterly destroyed by only your hands and your kisses, so willingly at your mercy after being in control all day.

He leans his forehead against yours, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He interlaces your clean hand with his, kisses it. His body’s still shaking, soft and pliable.

“G-god, holy fuck.”

You laugh against his mouth when he kisses you again.

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Thinking about Otoya Eita regretting his past "affairs" when crushing on a girl (and I mean for real, a real crush)

Picture this: you moved to a new city with your parents because your father got a promotion. Your new house is nice, and so is your neighbourhood: a calm place with calm people living in it, like the cute old couple across the street, a house where a sweet little scout girl lives, a hot neighbour...

Yeah. You got the luck to have THE Otoya Eita as your neighbour. The football player. The ninja. The womanizer. And also the biggest red flag known to ever walk this earth.

You actually didn't go to school straight away, since your parents still needed to sort everything out, and all of your friends were (sadly) left behind at your old city. And so, your only company was Otoya. You lived close, so it was easy to spend time together. Walks to the convenience store were a must, skating together came naturally and listening to music together while looking at the sky was normal between you two. He was an amazing friend, for sure, and you were already thinking about you two becoming something more, if you know what I mean.

You could spend hours just looking at him, admiring the green strand that adorned his white hair, his sarcastic comebacks and his jokes. And oh, his eyes. How you were absolutely smitten for them. You particularly loved when he was thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, those beautiful orbs just staring at the sky and thoughts probably going a mile per hour while the playlist you both mande together played at the background, giving the scene an almost romantic vibe. You'd give all of your pennies to find out just what was going inside his head at those moments.

Inside his head, Otoya Eita was quite literally shitting himself.

Since you didn't know anyone from school yet, you didn't know about his CAHEM "reputation", but that didn't mean it was gonna stay that way. The moment you started attending to classes, people were going to gravitate towards you. It wasn't a theory, it was something he was sure about: you were funny, charming pretty, smart AND had a nice butt. The boys love these things (and some girls do too), so it was only natural that they were going to come to you as if they were men who spent 100 days and 100 nights lost in the desert and you were a gallon full of water: they were going to come to you like thirsty dudes. He KNOWS that cause he did it, too. With lots of girls. But specially with you, when he first saw you moving in next door.

And the moment they found out that you and him are "going out", there's only two options:

1) They will leave and let him be (this would normally happen, but this time, with a pretty girl like you, it's highly unlikely)

2) OR they'll use his past to make you leave him (this ones more probable)

Yeah. So he's scared shitless about you finding out. He knows you'll leave him. You once mentioned an ex that cheated on you during a conversation and talked about how much you just loathed the guy. You told him you wished he was skinned alive, how you wanted him to fail all his classes for the rest of eternity and how you wished both sides of his pillow were warm everytime and he always had to shower in cold, freezing water. You hated cheaters. You wanted nothing to do with them.

And, so, the moment you found out about his past activities you would go poof. Disappear from his life. Maybe even change houses in the process (not really, since you love the neighbourhood, but you'd never let him inside your house again).

And that's a shame, really, cause he really likes you. At first, he just thought it was a great opportunity: "Hey, a hot girl just moved in the house right next to mine! An upgrade from the old woman who used to live there, no doubt. Why not give it a shot?". He had to admit, he only liked you because of your face and body (not his fault you had great facial structure and a beautiful body) and wanted you to be just one of his many nameless flings. He even talked about you with his bestfriend, Karasu Tabito

"There's this new cute girl who just move in nextdoor"

"Let me guess, 'ya flirting with her already?"

"You know me too well"

"Be careful mate, One of these days, I'm sure the spell will turn against the speller"

"Whadyyamean?"

"One day, you'll fall in love with a girl you're trying to trick. And then you won't have the balls to actually cheat on her, but she'll want nothing to do with you cause you're a cheater. Your past condemns you."

"What the heck? You cursing me now, you damn crow?"

"No. Just stating the truth"

He didn't even think it was possible. Tsk, he's the Otoya Eita, for crying out loud! Heartbreaker, cheater, call him what you want. But there's no doubt that he can get any girl in the world. If he wants her, he'll find a way to have her.

But when he looks at you for the first time, there's one thing in your eyes he hasn't seen in a while when anyone looked at him: indifference.

And not indifference as in: "I don't care about you", indifference as in: "Who are you?". You don't know about his past. You don't know about all of the bad things he has done before. This is a restart. A new beggining, as cringy as it sounds.

And so, the little things you both do made him develop a crush on you. Your smile is so, so pretty. The days you both spent snuggled up under a blanket and watching sappy romantic movies were the best, and he swore it would never happen, but you managed to make him turn red. You made him blush. No one has been capable of doing this.

He wishes he could keep you away from school. He doesn't want you to hear about how he made 50% of the school female population cry and the other 50% disgusted by the mere sight of him. But he can't do anything about it.

And so, the first day of school comes.

"I'm cooked"

"What?" Karasu says while closing his locker and leaning on it "How are ya cooked?"

"I fumbled, bro." Otoya says, putting his hands on his face and letting out a loud sigh "When she finds out I cheated on like 100 girls already, she's gonna ghost me"

"And ya worried about that because...?" Tabito says, raising a brow "Plenty of girls have left ya before. Hell, they even slapped and cursed you! And then next day, there ya were again, with yet another side piece"

Otoya thought hard if he should tell his friend about his feelings. Like, really. He contemplated it in his head for longer than he'd like to admit, but ultimately decided that it needed to be done. He needed all the help he could get.

And so, with a sigh, Eita admitted it.

"You were right. I like her."

"Sorry? The halls are loud, I can't quite hear ya"

"I like her"

"Say that again" Karasu smirked

"Shithead, your smirk makes it clear that you heard it already."

"I heard it the first time. I jus' wanted ya to see how I'm always right"

"Kill yourself" Otoya gritted

"Okay okay, calm down. Let's go, classes are starting" Karasu's smirk got impossibly wider "Cheaters first"

"Nah that's crazy" Otoya rolled his eyes, but did go first cause he already had a bad reputation with teachers.

Guess who was there when he entered the classroom?

"Hi, Eita!" You said, smiling when you saw him. To no one's surprise, there were already boys near you.

"Whassup, (Name)?"

"'Eita' already? Didn't know it was that serious" Karasu crossed his arms when you got near them "I'm Karasu Tabito, his bestfriend"

"Pleasure to meet you!" You said

Honestly, your first day of school was going great! Everyone was nice, and you were ready friends with some of the girls! And talking about them...

"(Name), what are you doing with... him?" One of your new girl friends, Yoru, made her away next to you.

Huh. Now that you noticed, everyone seemed surprised you and Otoya already knew eachother. Strange.

"What do you mean?" You asked, confused "He's my neighbour. We've been friends for a while already"

"But you're friends with a che..."

"Sit down class!"

Otoya couldn't help but let out a breath. He smiled at you and sat down on his seat next to Karasu.

"You're just delaying the unavoidible."

"I hate it when you curse me"

As the end of the class was getting closer, Eita seriously thought everything would turn out fine! He just couldn't let Yuro, one of his ex flings, get close and sepak to you! No big deal! Easy!

...what was that notebook page in your hand? And why were you looking all red like you're about to cry?

Wait. You're not red because you want to cry. You're red cause you're angry. At him.

And when you slide your finger across your neck in a "I'll kill you" way, Otoya knows.

He's fucked.

@sharkissm this is for you ma'am

Masterlist

Part 2

[deadghosy]

How would (Separate) Hazbin hotel (Demons &Angel) react to a green thumb gardener whose elegant, classy and attractive and she went to hell by mistake but it was a happy one (She's not completely weak as she has her plant to protect her and everything)

HAZBIN HOTEL X GARDENER! READER

prompt: a common mistake made demons and angels swoon over a gardener who just wants to take care of her/his plants

cw! Sir Pentious is alive for this so he can witness your beauty in flowers💗

note! I listened to Lana Del Rey while making this lol.

HELL

You didn’t know you were supposed to be in heaven as you started your own flower shop. It was the biggest know hell flower store with actual flowers.

You were practically poison ivy, but more kind and definitely calmer. Hell, even some of your regulars call you poison ivy. Mostly because if people touch you metaphorically the wrong way, then you technically show them a harsher side of you. Literally, a plant impaled a sinner trying to rob your store. 

What you didn’t except to get friends or even people interested into you as you just have a normal as shop you dreamed of before dying.

“Welcome to my flower shop, what can I help you with?” You said with a soft smile as a flower vine is watering other flowers in the background. Some imps, sinners, and hell borns go all the way to just see you and your flowers.

I can see you wearing a flower crown or just flowers in your hair. Like dead ass giving rapunzel. Possibly so, your alive flowers and vines had made that for you as you worked.

You most definitely wear those cute gardening outfits like overalls or those dresses if you prefer one of them or both.

See this is what I can imagine, I can imagine the whole damn hotel having a flower competition and you show up with a big ass plant with a neat pink bow on it 😭. You definitely had a smile as you drank tea with a secret smirk.

I can see you visiting the hotel Charlie has as she invited you to do some flower decor for a reopening of the hotel.

Imagine how pissed you were when a couple of sinners came in to make your shop look like shit. But you wasn’t gonna stand for it as you raised your hand grabbing the sinners by their necks with vines. “If you want flowers, I wouldn’t mind making you a funeral for you to have some.” You said with venom as the sinner practically shitted themselves as they were thrown out the windows of your shop.

A sinner had thrown a Molotov cocktail once in your shop all because he thought it was weird to have a “girly” flower shop in hell. As the fire spreads in your shop, you sighed having plant vines cover you in a big ball as one of the vine slither to find the culprit. After finding the culprit, you forced them to clean your shop since killing someone for such a petty crime like that in your opinion isn’t worth killing. You can always make a new shop and fix it.

Vaggie most definitely knows you as you hooked her up with flowers that Charlie might like. You told her Charlie seems like a simple girl would just like roses since they represent romance. And basically it was Vaggie and Charlie’s date night. And it was a success.

Angel dust loves how you don’t judge him for who he is by his work. But he definitely loves how you two gossip over some tea, well he drinks while you drink tea or water. You are like an older sister/brother figure to him. He loves resting in your bean bag you have in the back, he could just come in and and lay down straight.

I headcannon your whole palette to be like green, pink, yellow and white. Literally just spring ass colors to seem classy with your flower shop.

I can imagine you having the personality of applejack but more of a flower and gardening person as gardener! Reader were most definitely born in the south. Like I can imagine reader to be a mix of applejack, rarity, fluttershy but 100% of applejack’s honesty and a lot of Rarity’s elegance.

Niffty adores you! Literally she goes in your store to rant about she wants the hotel to smell fresh and ready. And you hook a sista up with how you give her scented plug in. She immediately starts worshipping you like Alastor which makes Alastor raise a brow seeing a shine of you in her room and drawings of you.

Charlie immediately loves how vaggie and angel ador you and find you as a loyal friend. She would love to have you at the hotel as a resident. She could even beg Alastor or her dad to make a flower shop for you to even stay longer by briding. She would also try to become your friend for her to succeed.

Sir Pentious went to your store to apologize again to Alastor as he felt that Alastor didn’t forgave him. He was scared you weren’t a kind “sinner” that only had a flower shop to scam people for their money. But when you spoke with kindness and care towards the snake demon. He felt calm in your presence, to the point when he got his flowers. He gave you one which made you smile at him and put it in your hair. He blushed and ran off.

The egg boiz love too appear in your store as their boss, penthouse is very nervous to talk to such an attractive person like you. You welcome the eggz to your humble store as you give them flowers to give back to the hotel staffs.

Angel and Cherri most definitely asked you to give them flowers to match their personality. You gave them both a Carnation flower which you thought was good for their personality. Or even a Lilly.

Husk kept seeing the crew leave the hotel to see them come back with flowers. He grumble confused at why they kept getting flowers. That is until he asked Charlie, and Charlie ranted about what a beauty and how kind you are. Husk raised a brow thinking you were putting up an act, so he went to see you. Let’s just say he got a rose coming back with a soft smile and a purr.

The Vee’s heard about you, Vox heard about you first and looked you up to see you are a popular florist and gardener with the power of Chlorokinesis. The power to mentally and physically control flowers. Vox smirked hearing about your 5 star rating shop. If it was that high ranked with people commenting it on yelp saying you were the best business to be at. You definitely got his attention at most.

Lucifer went to your store for some flowers to give to his daughter, and when he heard how amazing your store was. He went to se it himself. He definitely felt your pure spirit making him stumble into confusion on why you weren’t in heaven already. But he got his flowers and felt with a cup of tea you gave him. He shortly came back at the end of the day to give you his own flowers as he smiled with a snake smile and left leaving a note that says, “you’re welcome to come stay at the hotel! :)”

Alastor finally decided to meet you after hearing all the good things you did for the hotel and for the staff. He must say he was jealous how you won their hearts so damn quickly. He went to your store to see what’s all the fuss about and got hit with a lavender scent in his nose. He covered it as he wasn’t use to such sweet smell in hell as it’s filled with fire and blood. And there you were sitting there with a smile as warm plate of teas sat by you. You welcomed him as he made chat with you to find your heart pure with gold. He also left with a rose and a genuine smile.

I imagine how sweet you get your own flowers by regulars and your friends at the hotel as they love your passion about plants.

Headcannon on Gardner! Reader to be a Lana Del Rey fan as the song to match her/him is “born to die” 💗🦆

Vox was obviously the first Vee to meet you face to face as he had researched you so many times on the internet to get any scoop of you to only end up with an empty hand. So he decided to see you in person and smile with a charming one to see you greet him with a smile and show him the recommended flowers for loved one and family. He was not into the flowers as he watched the plant vines in the back work like hands. He smirks trying to use his hypnosis, but failed greatly as a flower in a vase covered his sighting of you. Thanks to your plant vines.

Velvette was the second one to come to your store as she was not impressed at how “boring and plain” it was in your shop. She was snarky about the decor and gave you tips on how to make it “pop” in here. You just smiled, and with a snap of your fingers, the decor changed to a more fashionable flower place. It made the female Vee almost drop her jaw and composure. But she can’t let some flower store shock her. So she left with one last snarky comment under her breath.

Valentino definitely came in last to see what was up with your whole popularity of your “business” of flowers as he was so busy working his porn industry. So when he walked in yo see you reaching for some flower seeds to get for a customer. He grabbed your waist, wanting to seem flirty only for it to backfire as a vine punches him away from you. You already knew who this bastard was, and you weren’t gonna let him get you like how he got angel. So during his entire visit at your shop, you made it a living hell. Literally.

I can see the Vee’s coming back every weekday to try and get you to be their little flower pet, but you ain’t buying it. 😘

You most definitely have a vine hammock in the corner of your store as you just sit there and nap during your breaks.

Imagine how cool and sweet you are to the imp and hell born children that come to visit your store for father day and mother day. Hell, even valentines days

I can headcannon that gardener! Reader has once in their hell life down there had to drag out a rude Karen ass bitch by their hair. You fuck with their plants, you fuck with them.

Imagine how chill you are just sipping tea as your plants and vines attack some dude trying to steal your sunflower seeds. Yeah, no one gets out without being traumatized by plants 😍

You came into the hotel once and immediately got love bombed by everyone. But not in a manipulate way, they just appreciate how amazing you are to people even the staff at most. They go as far to throw you a “welcoming” party 💗

Lucifer had most definitely sent ducks with mini flower crowns and a Gardner duck to you as he finds you very elegant and beautiful in your own way. He even accidentally tries to court you with his wings when he leans against at the front desk of your store staring into your eyes.

HEAVEN

Adam had eventually was sent to take you back into heaven as sera realized her mistake. You willingly went with Adam who smirked at your sweet smile and took you up by your hand. Like, let’s say whatever happened in the hell section didn’t happen as you just had a bad time in hell itself.

St. Peter immediately greets you, making feel welcome to your new home. He even baked you cookies with a smiley face. He tries to make chit chat with you when he isn’t on duty getting people into the gates. He literally visits your workplace in the flower store you own, bringing cookies, making sure you are okay. Hell-, I meannn heaven gods..he must be a househusband cause GYATT DAMN this man is making sure you are well and healthy in heaven’s care. 💗💗

Sera most definitely have showed you around heaven with a please smile to see a Gardner. You would’ve been great for the Garden of Eden, is what she says in her head as you smile at the trees and potted plants around. You even showed the seraphim your powers, and she must say that she was pleased and made you a gardener around heaven and even your own garden shop and house.

Emily most definitely tries to go visit you everyday to try and find flowers that match you so you can be surprise when she buys you flowers herself. You and Emily definitely have a sibling relationship at most because of how she looks up to you in a gardening way as she also wants to impress you by making her own garden and green house. She also makes sure you take breaks as she wants to help with the customers as you take a break in the back. Your friendship with her is so wholesome and lovely.

Adam likes how classy you are, you don’t even cuss him out when you are angry at him. You just put your hand in his face and walk away. Sassy, but classy enough to not curse someone the fuck out. Yeah sure that might’ve turned him on a bit at how hot and “bitchy” that was of you. Cause no one has ever rejected the “Dickmaster”. So it was his duty to make you his friend…sorta😨. But it’s all fun and games at how you guys are like frenemies at most since Adam actually can’t stand you, but still flirts at how attractive and kind you are. Hell even strong minded.

The angels absolutely love coming in your store! They find every single plant and flower you made incredible. You practically almost run out of business when it’s Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, and Father’s Day. But you can’t complain when they leave so much heaven bucks for you to get more plant seeds and such. The angels also love how pure of gold your heart is as you even give some off free for the heaven borns and winners.

Big headcannon on how your Gardner outfit in heaven, the palette is a soft green and pink pastel. But Adam and Sera had thought about you wearing a gold, white, and blue type of Gardner outfit. They want you to stay pure and mighty.

OOOH IMAGINE HAVING CUTE ASS WHITE GLOVES 😭😭 LIKE THEY HAVE THOSE STITCHED IN GOLD THREADS AND LIKE THEY ARE SO CUTE AND COMFY INSIDEEE💗💗

Since i headcannon that Gardner! Reader to be a damn Lana Del Rey fan, their song that matches them in heaven is “young and beautiful.” As you are young and beautiful and mostly, you’re in heaven.

Literally imagine Adam just shows up to just degrade you, but it doesn’t work as you just sit there reading your daily newspaper or on your phone to just see plant and gardening instagram from earth and heaven. Adam pouts or even scoffs before taking your phone and acting like a fussy cat wanting attention.

You really don’t give a fuck about Adam but he definitely gives a fuck about you.

The angels sometimes ships you with Adam, but they also ship you with st.peter at how he is basically the house husband and you are the girl boss who works their ass off😭

Lute and Adam are definitely the type to be those teens who visit their local market..dead ass when they are free they just come to your store and just start “window shopping”…but really they just either want to mess with you or actually know about your day.

I can see you literally just chilling, and Adam busts open the store door that has that jingle bell on it so harsh and all he says is. “Wassup bitch!” With his usual grin and a soda cup as you just groan annoyed.

St.peter literally tried to work beside you ok his days off to just see how “calming” your job is. Until rush hour comes😭 that’s when hell itself unleashes with people wanting to grab any scented flower candles and flowers for theirselves. Have mercy on Peter’s soul that he doesn’t get grabbed and clawed all because he said that the last product was in the back. 😭😭

Imagine how cute your damn angel wings must be. Cause I imagine them to be some god damn fairy wings to match a beautiful aesthetic with your flower and gardening store.

I headcannon you actually had thrown Adam like how vaggie thrown the staff like in the episode of “scramble eggs.”

lol I can see you just slapping Adam with your plant vine because of one misogynist joke he made. He had the most whip lashed mark on his face. He stopped making those fücking jokes like that as he just flinches as a vine comes near him. “WALK HIM LIKE A DOGGG!!” 😘😍

Sera loves gaining flowers from you as the angelic guards bring them in as she is doing her work.

Emily also feels the same way as she smiles and makes the guard send you flowers as well for a thank you. 💗🥺 please give this sweet baby a note back saying you appreciate her damn note so much..

Imagine having a whole tea and cookie station by your front desk where people pay. Like they get a nice drink and a snack in case they were hungry and thirsty from their trip to here. 😘☀️ you care about your customers and regulars deeply.

St. Peter had one time mistook the glass doors to be opened and fell back so dramatically onto his ass, he might as well confirm himself as dead 💀

Emily most definitely actually tried to grow a plant or flower to show you how much she learnt from you, only for the damn thing to fail. She wanted to cry and shrivel up in disappointment, but you taught her and help fixed her mistake on what she did at most.

Lute most definitely acts better without Adam, of course she could act better with Adam. It’s just that Adam is her home dog, and she is Adam’s homegirl. So of course they are besties. So with Adam not interfering with you and lute talking one on one for the first time. You two get quite long to the point she grabs your hands and smile. Leaving with a flower you gave her.

Your plants just causally changing into the liked flower of the customer or regular due to your plant magic on sensing what flowers they like supposedly💗

Headcannon on how short you are. Literally you are shorter than lute to Adam and Emily. It’s really funny but to you, it’s annoying asf since Adam picks you up like a stray cat found at the front porch ready to be taken in.

Emily and sera would have tea time with you definitely. Or coffee if they prefer. You don’t gossip of course but just lift each other up and talk about hanging out later in the days or weeks later. Heck even the day later maybe if Emily is very eager.

Lute most definitely had thrown flowers in your face as she isn’t use to showing affection towards a person she actually admires. Yeah she admires Adam, as a boss and best friend. But there is something about you that makes her stumble on her words.

You had to actually stay home once, forced by sera who got told by Adam you were overworking yourself. Adam and sera hated it as sera showed go to your job looking serious. Forcing you to stay in bed until you had a good sleep for the week.

Imagine just gardener! Reader literally accidentally making Adam spit out a four leaf clover as they were saying a spell in Latin to have four leaf clovers for St. Patrick’s day.

I headcannon Adam sometimes tries to court you with his wings, and you are confused as hell as you aren’t use to being courted by some fucking feathers.

I can see you having a potted plant pet beside you. It was practically a sapling as it smiled with heaven magic and told positive affirmations to waking customers. It’s so fuckin adorable

I imagine you just sleeping as your overworked at your store and Adam comes in pissed off you didn’t come home. So he literally picks you up over his shoulder and walks Home. He has the damn key to your house but he decides to just go to his house and lay you on his bed as he sleeps on the couch grumbling.

St.Peter, after that little incident with him walking into a glass door. This mofo literally puts his hands out towards any glass door 😭 like a little kid being traumatized after a glass maze. It’s so funny but so sad.

A young heaven born had brought you back a freaking flower crown in your most favorite flowers and you were so amazed. You gave the small little angel a flower crown of their own.

The visits are always welcomed to your store as Adam brings you his own set of flowers to try to impress you. 💗 you snickered seeing the note that says, “i hope you like it..bitch. *middle finger drawing* I heard this plant was your favorite.” Sweet, but sour ass motherfuker. 😭😭

[hearts4sturn]

TEMPORARY DISTANCE – MATT STURNIOLO

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: reader and matt are long distance because of the tour :( warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, temporary long distance relationship 

“hey baby,” matt said, his voice low and a little raspy as he laid back on his bunk bed, the narrow space barely big enough to stretch out. his phone was propped up against the side of the tour bus wall, bouncing slightly with every bump in the road. soft yellow lights flickered above him, casting a warm, hazy glow over his face, shadows moving across his jawline like slow waves. his hoodie was zipped halfway, and his collarbone peeked out from beneath the fabric, rising and falling with each tired breath.

y/n smiled as his face came into view, the tightness in her chest easing just a little. even pixelated, he looked like comfort. she was curled up on her side under a thick blanket, one leg tucked against her chest, the other half-exposed to the cool night air in her room. her phone was resting against a slightly crooked stack of books—one of which still had a bookmark poking out from a chapter she couldn’t finish reading without him. a candle flickered beside her, casting golden light across her knuckles and the soft slope of her cheek. the scent of lavender and cedarwood filled the room, grounding her.

outside, distant city noise passed through her cracked window—cars, the occasional honk, footsteps echoing from the street below—but it all blurred into background noise the moment he spoke again.

“hi matt,” she said, voice warm and gentle, like the first sip of tea after a long day. “how was the show?”

he ran a hand through his hair, still damp at the ends from a quick post-show shower, then scratched lightly at the side of his neck. a slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, sleepy but real. “fun. the crowd was nice—really reactive to the surprises and stories. made it feel alive, you know? they screamed at everything. in a good way. but...” he paused, letting his gaze linger on her, “wish you were there.”

she laughed softly, a sound so familiar it made his stomach ache in the best way. “me too. it’s not the same watching from my phone. i missed the chaos. and the dumb faces you make when things go wrong.”

he groaned dramatically, pulling the hoodie over part of his face. “unbelievable betrayal. i give you my heart, and you roast me for my performance anxiety expressions.”

“mmhm,” she teased, eyes crinkling. “exactly.”

he shook his head, laughing under his breath. “how was your day though?”

“boring,” y/n said, dragging the word out with a sigh. she shifted under the covers, adjusting the pillow beneath her head. “did laundry. cleaned the fridge. went grocery shopping. watered my plants. it felt like it just... dragged. nothing felt fun. everything’s kinda quieter without you. i miss you, come home again, please.”

matt smiled sadly, rubbing at his eyes. “i wish, babe. five more shows. then i’m yours. for real. no more shows. no more tour buses. just... us.”

“ughhh,” she groaned, stretching one arm out toward the ceiling like she could pull time forward. “this is actual suffering.”

he reached toward the camera, like he could touch her face through the screen. “soon. i’ll make it up to you. movie marathons on the couch, chinese takeout, sleeping in so long we forget what day it is.”

“promise?” she whispered, her voice suddenly quieter, smaller. her eyes were shining, but she blinked quickly, like she didn’t want him to see.

“promise,” he said, without hesitation. “i’d be there already if i could. i think about it every night.”

she didn’t respond right away. just looked at him—really looked. her gaze tracing the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the tired but tender look in his eyes. her breath caught a little.

“hey,” matt said gently, leaning closer to the screen. “you okay?”

she nodded, barely. “yeah. just... i don’t know. it’s lonely without you.”

he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice dropping to a whisper. “i know. me too. it’s weird.”

they didn’t speak for a while after that, but the silence didn’t need to be filled. it settled between them like a blanket, like the kind of silence you only share with someone who really sees you. her blanket rustled slightly as she turned onto her side. his screen shifted as he repositioned the phone beside him, his fingers brushing the lens before it settled again.

“you wanna stay on the call?” he asked quietly, his voice slow and a little rougher now. “just... until you fall asleep?”

“only if you do too,” she said, already pulling the blanket up to her chin. her voice was muffled, but still warm. still full of love.

“deal,” he murmured. “wait—lemme plug in my phone first. not risking a mid-sleep disconnect. that’d be tragic.”

she laughed, soft and sleepy, as he fumbled off-screen, muttering curses under his breath. when he came back into frame, his hair was messier, and his eyes were half-lidded. she loved him like this—unguarded and soft at the edges.

“there,” he whispered, settling in again. the camera now rested sideways, giving her a clear view of his face, dimly lit and peaceful. his lashes cast small shadows over his cheeks. his hand disappeared beneath the blanket, his thumb absently tracing the edge of the fabric near his chin.

her screen was dim too, casting her in hues of blue and gold. she’d already turned on her side, phone tilted slightly, giving him a view of her tucked under the blanket, hair fanned out over her pillow.

“night, baby,” she murmured, her words slurring, breath slow and even.

“night, love,” he whispered, and there was a pause, like he wanted to say more, like there was a whole paragraph resting on his tongue. instead, he just said, “dream of me.”

neither of them hung up.

the call stayed connected long after their voices went quiet. soft breathing filled both ends. the screen dimmed to near black, but the faint glow lingered—proof that the connection was still there, even in sleep.

matt opened his eyes once, just for a second, and saw she was already out, lips slightly parted, cheeks soft and still.

“i love you,” he whispered, so quiet it barely reached the mic.

then he closed his eyes again, the phone cradled beside his pillow like a piece of her he got to keep.

wc: 1.1k author's note: allergy season is actually the death of me dividers: @vysleix

taglist: @courta13 @tits4matt @backwardshatnick @emely9274

© HEARTS4STURN 2025

[morallygreychaoticneutral]

Astarion was not a "corrupt" magistrate.

Hello again. Just more opinion about my favorite battle buddy. Warning, trigger words in use. Game spoilers.

It's not quite set in stone that Astarion really was a magistrate, but we are going to go with the idea he was for this thought pocket. Also this is just game as it is now info use.

I don't believe he was corrupt magistrate. There were a few things in the game that called that out, but one in particular really set it in stone for me.

His response to the Ansur lair puzzle regarding justice.

Astarion: “Mercy?! Please. Justice should be a harsh lesson. All the better to deter the next vagabond.”

This makes me think he was a bit of a hard ass as a magistrate, but not corrupt. Had he been dealing dirty in the background I really feel like this answer would have been more dismissive or flippant. But he is pretty intent that this is his stance. Very, iv said this a thousand times, type feel.

I think, he was more of a by the book, law is law type. You murder and rape you swing from the gallows. You steal from a shop keeper, you do time. Period.

My theory is, he got beat up because he wasn't lenient with a member of the Gur that was on trial.

"Leniency?! You have been found guilty of negligence resulting in the death of a innocent! You are owed nothing!"

Could you hear it?

"But he talks about being hedonistic and indulgent all the time. "

Yes, but most patriar level citizens were spoiled entitled brats that did what they desired. Have you talked to some of them in the upper city? Yeeesh.

Was he arrogant? Most likely. Prejudice? Obviously (insert gnomes here). But being a haughty jerk does not make one evil.

Sex, nudity, orgies, parties, over indulging etc are not taboo in Faerun. If everybody is consenting to be being naked in a fountain, hopefully in a private villa garden, its not a crime. He talks about that like its a memory, but I like to think his wine drunk giggly ass was actually in that fountain.

If you want to have a little rabbit hole fun, break down the name. Faerun = Fae Run = Run by the Fae. And last I checked, fairies were always down for some naked in the water time. I mean, come on, you can go to pound town with a bear. (No offence, Halsin.) You think they are going to draw the line at how may wieners you can have in the same pot? I think not.

I think the criminal behavior came after he was turned. Cazador may have been targeting him, but not because they were involved. But maybe due to him looking like his old master Vellioth? And he took advantage of a situation. Who knows, lots of ideas there.

"But he's always getting onto Tav for doing the "right" thing."

Yup, Tav is being too trusting and getting too involved with other peoples problems. Why is this an issue for Astarion? Kindness was what got him entombed for a year. He cared about that sweet mans life and was severally punished for it. Its akin to being mauled by a dog and then watching people just reach out a pet every one they see. The anxiety of that attack is still there and it paints every encounter with its opinion. Danger.

"He's not smart enough."

Oh I bet he is. You can be whip smart at a subject and socially akward at the same time. I'm very good at my job. I know it inside and out and can give you any detail, rule, configuration at the drop of a hat in the most professional and proficient way possible. But ask me to be eloquent in a social situation? HA! You are better off asking a rock to fart. Unrelated.

"But he wants to ascend, and that's evil."

That is more about who is is after years of torment and abuse. Not before.

I think the rogue role was adopted to stay alive while hunting. And what a gods awful fate to be turned into the thing you hated the most. A criminal.

I'm sure Caz was real tickled by that. Expletive Adjective.

[system-to-the-madness]

Favourite Scent - Castiel x Reader

Pairing: Castiel x fem!Reader Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 172 Warnings: none Summary: Castiel likes the smell of your shampoo Prompts: favourite scent A/N: first time I’m actually publishing something with Cas, although he’s one of the first characters I ever wrote for (along with Spencer Reid and Sam Winchester)

It was unusual for Castiel to take a room at a motel, and even more unusual for him to take a shower, yet here you were, sitting in his room, listening to the running water behind the closed bathroom door.

Did… did the angel even know how to use shampoo and soap, you wondered. The latest mission had been a bloodbath, and while you had been sitting in a diner where Sam and Dean had dropped you off due to a twisted ankle, Cas had returned looking like he had taken several mud and blood baths, while still fully clothed.

He had snapped his fingers and removed all the dirt off his body and clothes, but you still had insisted he should take a shower, and he had understood it as he should take a shower in your room.

Well, there were worse things.

And as an angel he probably didn’t mind that your shampoo which you had offered to him smelled of grapefruit and not of something manly like… mountain smoke or something.

The TV was running in the background, but you hadn’t been paying any attention to the program, your focus instead on the grey trench coat Castiel had discarded on one of the beds.

Eventually curiosity got the better of you and you got up, limping over, to the coat and lifting it up. It was heavier than it looked, you realised, the fabric smooth under your fingertips and it smelled… of nothing really. Hm, you had always assumed it would smell like Castiel by now, but maybe he didn’t have a proper scent about himself. He was a celestial being after all. But what about his vessel?

Before you could continue wondering any longer, the sound of water getting turned off in the bathroom alarmed you, and you dropped the coat back onto the bed and limped over to your chair.

A moment later, Cas opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out. He was dressed completely in his suit again, making you assume he had put it on with a snap of his fingers. Did the angel even know how to tie a tie? He looked strangely… naked without his coat on. That was when you saw his hair was still dripping wet.

“Did you not dry your hair,” you asked, with furrowed brows as Cas stepped out of the bathroom and begun crossing the room.

“I like the smell,” he said, making you furrow your brows even further.

“Of your wet hair?”

“Your shampoo,” he corrected. “I don’t want it to go away. It’s my favourite scent.”

“It won’t go away from you drying your hair,” you told him, getting up again and limping over to the angel. “Did you even wash out the shampoo?”

“Yes, but I didn’t want to.”

“Because of the scent?”

Castiel nodded only.

“Want me to help you dry your hair,” you offered even though you knew he could probably just snap his fingers and his hair would be perfectly dry and styled.

“Please,” Cas answered to your surprise and sat down on the bed, patiently waiting for you to grab a towel from the bathroom. You knelt on the bed behind him and wrapped it around his head, rubbing over his dark hair.

It felt strange, feeling how alive he was underneath your hands, and it was even stranger considering it was Castiel, who always behaved so coldly and redrawn from normal life.

“So… you like grapefruit,” you asked, trying to break the growing silence by smalltalk.

“Not especially,” Castiel answered, sounding indifferent as always.

“Hm? I thought it was your favourite scent,” you inquired.

“Not grapefruit, your shampoo,” Cas corrected you.

“But it is grapefruit scented.”

“I don’t like it because it’s grapefruit, I like it because it’s what you always smell like,” he explained, making you freeze. What? “I’ve made you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, not… not uncomfortable,” you disagreed, slowly continuing to rub the cheap hotel towel over Castiel’s hair. “Just… surprised.”

“Why would you be surprised,” he asked curiously. “I thought it was rather obvious that I feel attracted to you.”

“Not really, no,” you admitted, trying to think of any time the angel may have expressed attraction towards you.

That time he had beamed you wordlessly back to the motel room you had shared with Sam and Dean after you had been stranded at the side of a road? The time he had woken you up, showed you that he had bought you pie and then had disappeared? Or the countless times he had woken you up from a beginning nightmare? It would be a lie to claim these instances hadn’t raised your interest in him, but it had never occurred to you, that he might have done it out of a special feeling of care towards you.

Castiel sat quietly for a while before asking: “Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me,” you asked back.

“That I care for you.”

For a moment, you thought his words through. Castiel was an angel, and even though he had lived amongst humans for a while now, he still sometimes struggled with the nuances of human communication.

“You care for Sam and Dean, too,” you eventually answered, still not entirely sure whether his understanding of ‘caring for someone’ had the same romantic meaning as yours. “So no, it doesn’t bother me.”

“It’s different,” Cas disagreed. “Yes, I look after Sam and Dean, I don’t want them to get hurt. But it’s different with you… It seems like you constantly occupy my mind and even the thought of the possibility of you getting hurt- it, it scares me.”

Slowly you let the towel you had used to rub his hair dry sink to his shoulders.

“I feel the same way about you,” you admitted, gently squeezing his shoulder.

Surprised he turned around to you. “You aren’t mad?”

“No,” you chuckled, looking down on him, his beautifully blue eyes widened and a hint of a smile tucking at his lip. “But I also don’t know what to do from here on out.”

“What do people usually do, who care for each other,” Cas asked, honest curiosity in his question.

“They… they start dating, I suppose,” you answered, absentmindedly running your hand through his hair. It was still not completely dry, but soft between your fingers.

“Then let’s do that,” Cas decided, smiling at you encouragingly.

“Do you even know what dating means,” you asked amused. Not the kind of conversation you had expected yourself to have tonight, but also not unwelcome.

Cas hummed thoughtfully, turning his head away from you and leaning back so his back was resting against your front. He was warm, even through his suit, and his hair smelled off your shampoo.

“I have a basic understanding of what dating includes,” he answered, “as for the rest,” he turned his head again, looking up to you sitting behind him, innocence but also a certain mischief displayed on his features, “I’ll just hope you’ll teach me.”

[effietrinket1619]

So for ur Lanternfam TikTok’s thing! Jess is about to film like a meme or a challenge or whatever. And Hal actually knows it. Like before she can finish it he’s like oh I know what this is! And the other lanterns and the internet EXPLODES BC WAIT HE KNOWS ONE??? Probably learned about it from one of his nieces or nephews or smth

Also! Jess vlogs a nature hike and everything goes wrong!!! Bc it’s them!

Jess and Kyle talk in Spanish once! ONCE!! And the comment section is filled with omg that’s hot- but then in another video Kyle mentions smth about being Irish and the viewers are like? Wait-

Jess Vlogs a trip to a plane museum or car show and it’s a compilation basically of Hal or Simon just getting really excited or explaining things and the others looking at them like lol. Or exasperated as the trip goes on

Jess doing a like, planting and answering ur questions! Or smth and answering your questions idk. And then proceeds to not answer any questions. At all

There’s another video being filmed but someone walks by shirtless in the background and suddenly there’s so. So many edits. THEY WERE THERE FOR TWO SECONDS WHAT-

One of the older lanterns is helping Kelli with her hw and all u can see is Jess and Kyle laughing, but u can hear confused voices bc “this is not what I learned when I was in school. This is not how I did it when I was in school”

Anyways just some silly fun! Ty for feeding us with lantern content!!

-Gis

oh FUCK yeah

that challenge? the one that hal knows?? it's a hear me out cake. for those who don't know, it's literally a cake you stick pictures of people/things/whatever you would fuck. hal got it from helen who really wanted to see him do one and jess bluescreens for five seconds when he brings it up before jumping on the idea. and you know what? chaos. hal is unhinged at the best of times but he's putting shit on this cake that barely makes sense. a jet engine, godzilla, the colour green, ton-618 which is immediately followed up by a planet. simon's literally howling behind the camera, jess is barely keeping it together and hal is totally unrepentant. they keep coming: a picture of just a mustache and nothing else (which sends simon into further hysterics and now kyle's joining him) and then himself but in green lantern uniform. finally, there's one picture left. hal looks down at it and visibly pales. jess tells him he needs to put in in the cake. he's come this far. he cannot stop now. hal asks how many people are likely to see this video. jess omits that literally millions of people are following this channel. beet fucking red and sweating, hal puts down his final hear me out: the flash symbol. just the symbol. the video ends with jess staring at him, open mouthed, simon actively dying on the floor and kyle's cut-off shriek of "I KNEW I--"

jess is the only one thriving on this nature hike. john is close behind but he has to listen to the others complain and make sure they don't get themselves inadvertently killed. jo's here for the views and the pictures and trips kyle at irregular intervals for fun. kyle is barely awake and stumbling over everything in sight. keli has been shamelessly piggybacking off of guy for the last hour. guy himself is probably sunburnt as hell and refuses to admit defeat and slather himself up (he didn't slip slop slap seek and slide beforehand). hal's being totally insufferable about everything and simon is realising quickly that he did not pack enough water for this at all and jess might make them drink from a stream. it's a miracle they even make it back alive.

KSJFLA the audience find out about mixed people lmao. jess just can't believe they're that dumb and kyle can't believe she had to even try to explain it.

i think simon and hal at respective museums would be too powerful. neither would be capable of shutting up which, like, good for them honestly. they all come out of these ones knowing way more about exhaust pipes or whatever. forgive me, i was a dinosaur kid.

jess doesn't do get ready with me videos. she does planting videos and i like to think she's planting/pruning/caring for her weird alien plants during this and casually thwarting every single attempt they're making at murdering her. and yeah, she literally answers fuck all because all of her answers are cryptic as hell so she doesn't technically have to lie, even if jess is not above lying on the internet. but it's fun to say the most incomprehensible bullshit like, 'yeah, hal's ex was insane, he killed a bunch of people' and then never mention it again.

about ninety percent of the edits that are made of the lanterns are from two second clips of jess accidentally capturing them shirtless. she's seen enough of them to give her a goddamn migraine and the fact that dick grayson will occasionally send some to her doesn't help.

keli's learning quick that getting an education major to help with homework is actually a bad idea because apparently, it's been years since guy was a teacher and they goddamn changed everything. hal's equally useless. he stares at it, bent at the waist, like he's strategising on how to defuse a bomb but it's just english homework that's gotten keli frustrated and he has literally no clue how to help because he definitely didn't do this. eventually, keli buckles and goes to simon who's reliable and actually useful while hal and guy start their daily bickering session over how to best write an essay.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

dinner date with the brothers (realistic)

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: this is lowkey a shitpost, bad attempts at flirting

a/n: I don't know basic physics so forgive me if not every star can emit light ?? idk also I have no idea if I did something like this before at this point I don't even know what I did and did not already write

-----

Lucifer

your date was probably rescheduled at least 7 times because this man either forgot or arrived way too late the fancy restaurant couldn't give you a table after you missed your reservation (because of work)

hopefully your 30 grimm soup is perfect because he'd get mad at the waiter if the food is 'too cold', he's basically a karen

when he's done eating a meal but you're not he'd just stare at you with no expression on his face and when you're done or notice him he starts a conversation

Mammon

oh he has it all planned out, he's gonna take you to the best restaurant in the devildom and make you madly in love with him

but mammon ends up knocking over a glass of water, falling off of his chair and knocking three waiters down with him like dominoes when trying to flirt with you, it's like he just says your name and chaos unfolds (it's kind of cute)

also mammon wants to pay the bill but he forgot he bought a huge motorcycle the day before so hopefully you brought your card

Leviathan

listen to me, never let this guy plan date night because it will be akuber pizza at 3am in his room (unless you like that I guess) also levi is probably a picky eater so imagine you take him to a fancy place and all he orders is fries

if he likes you enough he will talk about tsl lore the whole time despite mentally swearing not to before the date

sometimes he reads romantic stuff from his phone under the table to you and then proceeds to be embarrassed

Satan

honestly nothing could really go wrong, he arrives on time, he's nice and direct with the waiters, the place has a very nice vibe and his attempts at flirting with you aren't horrible

he's just not the best at starting and keeping conversations alive so maybe there's an awkward silence here and there

the worst thing that could happen is a cat somehow making it into the restaurant and satan climbing over tables to get to it as fast as possible

Asmodeus

he can probably get you into exclusive places, since he's kind of famous

downside to being kind of famous: you might encounter an overly happy fan who isn't rude but just eats your time

asmo doesn't want to be mean and completely ignore his fan but cmon he's literally on a date

he looks at you with the biggest 'help me' eyes so you have to make up some fake emergency so you two can leave

Beelzebub

you know what happens

please book your dinner date 5 weeks in advance and tell them you're bringing beel so the staff can mentally, physically and culinary prepare

but beel is an actual sweetheart to you he lets you eat his curliest curly fries (meanwhile there are waiters crying in the background trying to bring the 100 steaks to your table)

if you tell him you like something he will order 20 more of said dish for you (please give the waiters a huge tip)

Belphegor

he was nervous honestly so he asked to burrow a fancy suit from one of his brothers (even if the date is at akudonald's)

but this man can say the most unhinged stuff with a straight face, followed by a cute compliment

'hey mc you know I wonder if the devildom would notice if I took away the stars one by one until nothing but darkness is left also your eyes look pretty :))'

you know that one song about blinking in morse code to get the waiter's attention? that

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 15

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*Scar's pov*

Cub has called you... He said it was something really important so you did your best to make it as fast as you could...... He hasn't really been very happy with you after the Mother Spore incident so you didn't expect him to be the one to ask to see you... You are a bit nervous...

Wait! What if he's quitting?!? You could never manage to do your work without his help! You'll have to beg! You will do it if that is what it takes.

You sigh ...Here goes nothing.

"Mayor Ren and Martyn have been taken hostage"

What? What does he mean they were taken hostage? Doesn't he have bodyguards to protect him??

"How? When? Where is he?"

"Oh he's still in his office"

Come again? What is Cub on about then?

"But you said he was-"

"Yes, it seems it is the office that's holding him hostage"

..."What?"

"Specifically, the mechanical door and windows have all been locked by an unknown attacker. The defense system has been turned into a threat on his life."

"Oh"

"We believe either an hacker or a villain with power over technology might be at fault."

You see, what you don't understand is why you were called for this. It feels suspicious.

"Do you want me to go after this hacker -"

"No. Not now at least. The mayor needs you to get him and his vice out of the building unharmed. The defenses he installed are quite dangerous when made into weapons so be careful"

"Am...am I going to work alone then?"

"Yes. Ocean Queen water manipulation could backfire around so much electronics and the building is too cramped for Sheriff's wings."

You think you understand, you nod at him, he looks at you.

"I'm ready"

"And don't stay out too long"

Cub wasn't kidding, as you dodge a literal laser you wonder just how paranoid the mayor must have been when he set up this defense system... This is a level of security you would think to find in a super secret governent base, not the mayor's office.

You don't have much time to wonder though as another laser almost hits you in the face and w- IS THAT A MACHINE GUN!?!?

You sigh as you take out one of your explosive arrows, you'll have to fight fire with fire if you want to get anywhere... hopefully the mayor won't mind a bit of property damage.

You really don't want a lawsuit right now by the mayor...or exile! Wait could the mayor even exile you if he wanted?

... You should ask Cub later.

*Martyn's pov*

You have been trapped in this office with Ren for what feels like hour now... It might have been, It's not like you can tell with the windows blacked and no clocks in the entire office... Why does Ren have literally 0 clocks in his office!?

Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by Ren shouting in your ear.

"We are doomed Martyn! Doomed I tell you! I knew they were coming for me and now we are going to die here!"

Who was coming from him? This is news to you.

"I ... I'm sure they must have sent someone to save us Ren. You are still the mayor, pretty important guy if you ask me."

"Who knows how long that will take my dude, we might have to stay here to starve for days! We'll have to result to cannibalism to stay alive!"

Ok what, how have we got to this point.

"Woah there, how about we *don't* do that actually? How does that sound mate?"

"Right, right... I am sorry Martyn."

...You stare at eachother... Without his voice in the background things are weirdly akward... He's always seemed so confident, you have never seen him this worried before...You hold Ren's hand, he seems surprised for a moment.

"It's going to be alright, I'm here with you"

"Yeah... Yeah, you'll protect me!"

Uh... You don't remember saying that but telling him no would just be too cruel.

"Right, you can count on me Ren."

"Of course dude! I trust you more then I would trust myself!"

Ren's face is suddenly so close to yours, right in front of you. You didn't expect it so you scream and fall back.

"Ah??!"

"Oh sorry dude! I didn't mean to jump at you like that... I got excited"

"It's...it's fine Ren"

"Are you sure?"

You are staring into his eyes and he is staring into yours... It wouldn't be too hard to just lean in and-

"Hello people! Hotguy here to save the day! Is everyone ok?"

...Motherfucker.

[idle-compy]

jwct season two review!! spoilers below!!

to start off, I really enjoyed this season! it definitely had some weak spots, but overall wasn't a bad season

the animation is definitely the first thing I want to bring up. it was absolutely beautiful. the colors and lighting were stunning, and the way everything moved made it feel a bit more real. I'd like to give a special shout out to any scene involving water because, one, the water was animated extremely well, and two, the way the characters looked after getting wet was a huge upgrade to jwcc

speaking of the characters, I want to talk about them a bit! this is going to be a bit of a mix between good and bad

darius: unfortunately, darius felt kinda flat this season. before the initial release, the show was advertised around him, and he shone his way thru season one. he had conflicts, he had emotions, he an arc. in season two, he felt kind of like a side character. only watching the season once so far, the only memorable moments I remember are him trying to bond with zayna and that extremely awkward flashback of his confession (which is a whole other thing I will get to). other than that, he didn't really have much going on. there was no actual story; no arc. maybe when I do a rewatch, something else will stand out to me

sammy: unfortunately, sammy's story this season also felt kinda weak. for starters, she didn't get to kick a single ass. I feel like her whole arc was just being attached to zayna. she clearly got very emotional about the mballo family, so I guess I was just hoping they would elaborate a bit more on what's going on with her own. I also definitely do think she saw a bit of herself in zayna, so I was hoping that would go somewhere, too. I was really happy about her being a canon vegetarian, though

yaz: yaz, as always, was an icon. she was THE character this season. she was so good at reading people and noticing they weren't okay, and then she tried to help her friends, no matter how much they refused to communicate. a moment of appreciation for her patience when dealing with kenji and ben, because they were not making it easy for her

also her solo episode!!!!! was insane!!!!!! it was literally never ending tension, and good god nothing was going right for her, and yet she kept going. she kept fighting. that episode was also a really good example of how much she's grown. no matter what was thrown at her, she didn't let herself fall into a state of panic and irrational thoughts

ben: I loved his arc. he was put in such an insanely messy and complicated situation, and mixing that with his anxiety and paranoia, of course he'd struggle with it. they did a good job at making the audience understand his thought process. he had to choose between telling the group their dead friend is actually alive because he saw her in the background of one video, or holding back this info until he got more solid proof. then, said dead friend video calls him and begs him not to say anything. that only made it more difficult for him, because he was 100% sure she was alive then, but was asked to not tell. watching him fall deeper and deeper into a state of panic absolutely crushed me

kenji: oh kenji, kenji, kenji. I don't even know where to begin with him, so I guess I'll start with the overall character. to be completely honest, there were moments (especially in the middle of the season) where he just did not feel like kenji. he was abrasive and just seemed off somehow. I'm not gonna go too much into that, though, because most people aren't the same person at 22 that they were when they 15. he has also been through an insane amount of stuff and was at a point where he was overwhelmed with emotions, but was trying to convince both his friends and himself that he wasn't

now his arc is a different story. I like where they took it (in a way that added complexity to an already complex character, not in a yippee!! kenji wants to kill himself!! way). the arc itself was hard, and absolutely depressing, to watch. the way he kept throwing himself in danger's way as if he had a death wish was absolutely heart wrenching. then when he realized what he had been doing and how it affected others, and when he said "I don't know how much more I can take" I wanted to rip him through the screen and give him a big hug

brooklynn: loved loved LOVED her storyline. I was so happy to see her side of the story and how she ended up where she did. the first scene I want to talk about is when she wanted to see her family and friends, she wanted to reach out, but realizing that it could potentially put them in danger, she solidified her decision to stay "dead." I loved that scene so much because it knocks out all of those "heartless brooklynn" theories. she faked her death for them, not to hurt them

I loved that they had moments of focus where she adapted to her new limb difference, and that she was allowed to grieve her missing arm. it felt real and human. also watching her ability to manipulate others and make her way into those different situations was so extremely fascinating. like she is an amazing investigative journalist

also the final scene, where she went with soyona. as agonizing as it was to watch, I'm actually glad she made that decision. it wouldn't have felt realistic for her to choose her friends, not after everything she had gone through to even get there. she was in too deep, and it was very brooklynn of her to continue the investigation instead of going back to her old life. I feel that giving bumpy's egg to the others was her little sign saying "I'm still in here"

ok moving on!

there's also some good and some bad when it comes to the way they told the story

for the good, I really liked the way they switched back and forth between brooklynn and the others. it was a good way to keep up with the timeline while also filling in gaps (ex: the crate moving into the pen just long enough to get them out only to find out brooklynn was on the controls)

on the other hand, the story in the middle of the season (more specifically eps 4, 5, 6), felt like it was moving a bit slow at times. certain things seemed dragged out and there was a lot of filler time. the first episode and the last four did a really good job at avoiding that. the stakes were high and the scenes were so full of tension and ominousity that I was drawn in just about the entire time

now for random little things

I loved the inclusion of the mballo family. it was so refreshing to get new characters that didn't have bad intentions, and I feel like they were exactly what the five needed in that moment

going off of that, I absolutely adored zayna!! she was such a good inclusion. she was determined and strong-willed while also still being a kid. her sarcastic personality (towards darius specifically) was a good way to bring in some light humor too

geba!!! that's all just geba

also the eyeless leucistic baryonyx. I felt so bad for the poor thing knowing that she was intentionally created to be that way. her interactions with the characters were absolutely terrifying, though, and when she communicated with the acrociraptor???? I didn't think it could get more intense

I was actually losing my mind when the baryonyx and red were hunting the nublar five with all the lights turned off. that was another extremely well done scene

the darius confession flashback was..... something. definitely NOT how I was expecting them to go about that scene. season one made it seem like she had been staying with him for a while and he slowly developed feelings that way and eventually she caught on. but that flashback threw all of that away. like she clearly hadn't been there very long and darius had already fallen HARD, and it just seemed out of character for him to insist kenji didn't love her that much. the whole thing was just ugh

the video call flashback was great tho!! it was nice to see they still continued those calls

ben and kenji!!!!!! no but I was actually obsessed with what they did with their relationship this season. the bickering, the divorced couple vibes, and of course the heart to heart. I've been waiting years for that to happen and it did. just for their relationship to go to shambles the next episode 😭

but on that note I will say the reveal to kenji was set up so extremely well. being able to see and hear ben and brooklynn but they don't know he's there, and then everything he does witness is out of context, so he builds up his own conclusion. him confronting ben was so intense like godddd. I couldn't stand the pain in both of their faces. when kenji cracked the glass??? imagine if he had actually aimed for bens face

on the other hand, the reveal to the rest was kinda meh. I just felt like they could've done more with it, but hey, I guess it's realistic. not everything is going to happen under dramatic circumstances

speckles ❤️ (just call me kenji the way I'm attached to that egg)

I loved to see some behaviors from nublar come back!! like yaz going for casual runs through the forest with dinosaurs and darius creating another field guide. I missed dino nerd darius

also the roar identification competition they were having in the beginning was so funny but also such a them thing to do

wish brooklynn would've kept her grey graphic tee (I think it said kroxic??). I liked it more than the plain navy one (/lh)

speaking of clothes, why did they change for that one episode then immediately change back??? felt like a waste of those models (/lh)

anyway I think that's all!! I might come back and edit if I think of anything else to add

[deermouth]

The blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs—the cut of you—they don’t want to know you they want to own you—no—not own—we all mean to live to the end—am I human we don’t know that—just because I have this way of transmitting—call it voice—a threat—communal actually—the pelagic midwater nets like walls closing round us—starting in the far distance where they just look to us liked distance—distance coming closer—hear it—eliminating background—is all foreground—you in it—the only ground—not even punishment—trawling-nets bycatch poison ghostfishing—the coil of the listening along the very bottom—the nets weighed down with ballast—raking the bottom looking for nothing—indiscriminate—there is nothing in particular you want—you just want—you just want to close the third dimension—to get something which is all—becomes all—once you are indiscriminate—discards can reach 90% of the catch—am I—the habitat crushed and flattened—net of your listening and my speaking we can no longer tell them apart—the atmosphere between us turbid—no place to hide—no place to rest—you need to rest—there is nature it is the rest—what is not hunting is illustration—not regulated are you?—probing down to my greatest depths—2000 meters and more—despite complete darkness that surrounds me—despite my being in my place under strong pressure—along with all my hundreds of species—detritus—in extreme conditions—deepwater fish grow very slowly—very—so have long life expectancy—late reproductive age—are particularly thus vulnerable—it comes along the floor over the underwater mountains—scraping the steep slopes—what is bycatch—hitting the wrong target—the wrong size—not eaten—for which there is no market—banned—endangered—such as birds—sometimes just too much—no more space on the boat—millions of tons thrown back dead or wounded—the scars on the seabed—the mouth the size of a football field—and if there is no one there there is still ghostfishing—nets abandoned in the sea they continue through the centuries to catch—mammals fish shellfish—we die of exhaustion or suffocation—the synthetic materials last forever  Ask us anything. How deep is the sea. You couldn't go down there. Pressure would crush you. Light disappears at 6000 feet. Ask another question: Can you hear me? No. Who are you. I am.  Did you ever kill a fish. I was once but now I am  human. I have imagination. I want to love. I have self-interest. Things are not me. Do you have another question. I am haunted but by what?  Human supremacy? The work of humiliation. The pungency of the pesticide.  What else? The hammer that comes down on the head. Knocks the eyes out. I was very lucky. The end of the world had already occurred. How long ago was that. I don’t know. It is not a function of knowledge. It is in a special sense that the world ends. You have to keep living. You have to make it not become  waiting. Nothing is disturbingly visible. Only the outside continues but it continues. So you have to find the way to make the inside  continue. Your entity is fragile. You are an object you own. At least  you were given it to own. You have to figure out what ownership  is. You thought you knew. You were wrong. It was wrong. There was  wrongness in the mix. It turns out you are a first impression. Years go by. Imagine that. And there is still a speaker. There will always be a speaker. In the  hypoxic zones is almost no more oxygen→then there is→no more→oxygen→for real→picture that says the speaker→who are you→where are you→going down into the dead zones→water not water→the deeper you go he says the→scarier it gets→because there’s→nothing there→there are no→fish→no organisms→alive→no→no life→so it’s just us→dead zones→bigger than the Sahara he says→the largest lifeless spaces this side of the moon→he says→she says→who is this speaking to me→I am the upwelling→I am the disappearing→hold on→just a minute please→hold on→there is a call for you

—Jorie Graham

[barbaricjester]

Ok since youre asking for anons- have you had anymore thoughts on the Living Shack au? I love that concept and need more- will you make a fic of it?

Make a fic of it- probably not. At least, not one that is wholly focused on the shack being alive? I'd make it more of a subplot, or just a quirky thing in the background. The massive post I made already is more or less in the vein of a fic I'd make anyways. If you want to, though, feel free! I'd love to read that!

As for any more thoughts, absolutely. So many. Mostly just disjointed headcanons and ideas, but here you go:

Bill hates the Shack. Absolutely loathes it for several reasons, that range from the Shack impeding him being able to get into places (via locking its doors, refusing to let him open cabinets or drawers, etc), to a lowkey jealousy that it's another eldritch entity that Ford likes.

The Shack's ability to conjure things isn't limitless- when it magically "creates" blankets or cookie mix or what have you, it's more of a teleportation thing. It extends itself into its connection to the valley itself and takes that item from elsewhere. It tries to only take things from places they won't be missed, such as stores and the like, and sometimes it puts stuff back, but not always.

Unlike with Ford, where the Shack had to gradually warm up to him, it didn't have that with Stan. It bore witness to his early days after Ford fell into the portal, and in amorphous scope of emotions that it has, it pitied him. If anything, it became more protective of Stan than it ever had of Ford.

The Shack does not like being dirty. It is also perfectly capable of cleaning itself up. It fussed at Ford though, and made him do it, if only to make him take a break from studying. It cleaned itself for Stan, though, and cleaned after the twins, at first, until Stan asked it not to so they'd learn to pick up after themselves.

The Shack is... amused, by Waddles. It often conjures treats for the pig, and always opens its doors whenever the pig needs outside. It will also flatten its stairs into a ramp for him to get upstairs, which is much easier for the little chubby swine than hopping up the steps.

A few times, in the early days, Stan would be late or short on payments for the bills when the Mystery Shack was still taking off. Ford had generators, of course, but Stan didn't always keep up with them. When the power or water would be turned off by companies, strangely, there would still be plenty of both.

I mentioned it doodles on itself when its windows fog, but it does the same on mirrors after they steam up from showers. Many times, Dipper has stepped out of a shower to see words of encouragement scrawled in the fog, complimenting his singing or appearance- it actually kind of helps him with his confidence.

While the Shack doesn't have a voice, it talks to Stan. It groans, creaks, shuts doors or cabinets or windows- Stan has gotten pretty good at interpreting it. It helped a lot in the early days, giving him someone to talk to in his isolation. They also argue a lot.

Once, Wendy was in her hiding spot on the roof, crying, and she heard the roof trapdoor slam. When she went to look, she found a bowl of ice cream, a blanket, and one of her favorite magazines. She's pretty sure Soos left them for her in a quiet effort to comfort her.

When Soos and Abuelita move into the Shack, it absolutely adores Abuelita. Not only is she meticulous about cleaning, but she makes delicious meals that the Shack can?? kinda smell?? It has no nose, but what house wouldn't like to smell like a homecooked meal for a family? It makes sure her spice cabinet is always tidy, and helps the old lady with the stairs, rearranging her things so they're never far from her.

Melody is another person that catches on to the Shack's sentience, but she thinks Soos knows too so she never brings it up.

The Shack hates Gompers. Absolutely hates him. He won't stop chewing on its baseboards, and while the Shack doesn't exactly feel pain, it could do without the constant itching that it can't scratch.

The Shack is more or less always conscious of what happens within its walls, but its not always paying attention. It can shift its focus away from certain rooms for a time, which is handy when a young couple is living together, or there is a loud, messy party being thrown; it'll shut its consciousness down like a hibernation, and sometimes get sassy with Stan when the party was particularly crazy (such as the events of Scaryoke).

I'm also having thoughts now of a post-canon, post-theraprism Living Shack AU, and how it handles Bill being back. Miiight make a post about that another day, if anyone is interested!

[to-thelakes]

slow-dancing

pairing; steven grant x fem!avatar!reader

summary; despite everything, it was hard not to be attracted to steven and slow-dancing with him was the perfect way to end the night

warnings; fluff, a cute little drabble of fluff

notes; this was originally written with an oc who is the avatar of khonshu hence the like vague storyline but shh, it works as an x reader, also my first steven fic that i have released so i hope you enjoy <3

masterlist

You knew that you were naive. You were seemingly trusting Marc Spector but the longer you knew Steven Grant and the more you spent the time with him, the harder it was to really care at all. You were sure that he was nothing like Marc. He was gentle and concerned with saying something wrong and so sweet. He was also alive and didn’t seem to have the same weight on his shoulders that Marc carried.

You already knew that you would be seeing Marc the next day. So, you had taken your last opportunity to invite Steven over before you were embroiled - once again - in the plot of Ammit’s followers to steal the scarab. You were still bruised up from the last time you had gone out but you had invited Steven over despite it all.

You had long become used to lying about why you were always injured. And he took you at face-value, just like everyone did. Nobody questioned your lies and that was what made them easy to keep up with because you seemed so trustworthy.

But you hated thinking about the morality of what you were doing. So you instead just focused on making the apartment look decent for Steven. He was meant to be over in ten minutes and you had gotten caught up in research and never actually bothered to clean. 

So, you were rushing about like a maniac in an attempt to make it look half decent as you threw clothes into your washing basket, haphazardly sorting into whites and colours, while also trying to clean the dishes so you could let them dry while he was over.

It was a mess but you managed to finish just in time for the doorbell to ring. You quickly wiped the suds and water from your hands, throwing the hand towel into the hamper before you pulled the apartment door open. Steven looked adorable and so happy. You wished you could be as joyful as him but you weren't an optimist.

“Hey.” You said with a grin. You let him pass and then closed the door behind him, “Do you drink by any chance?” You knew he was somewhat religious and every religion had their own practices. your family were Catholic, in their own way, so you wanted to at least try and respect it.

“Not really but I sometimes will,” He said with an unsure smile. You nodded and locked the door now it was closed. 

“I bought a bottle of wine for tonight but I don’t know. We don’t have to drink it.” Steven watched as you crossed over to the kitchen. You grabbed your wine on the way and placed it on the counter. You then turned to face him and smiled.

The two of you quickly began to talk and as the night went on, you both ended up having a glass of wine. (It was Steven’s idea.) You hadn’t even thought about the alcohol and he said he didn’t mind having one glass. 

So that’s what they did, one glass and then it was put away. It was enough to relax Steven a little more and allow your anxious thoughts to slip away a little.

It also meant that when you put on some background music, you both had the courage to dance and sing together for a bit. But the queue finished after a couple songs, leaving the two of you in silence. Your arms wrapped around Steven’s neck and his arms comfortably rested around your waist. your head against his chest. You were listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat as you swayed together. Slow-dancing in the silence.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt calm. Your mind quietened as you just enjoyed the silence between the two of you.

[yourhighness6]

NATLA Episode 1 Debrief (by yours truly)

Hello my lovlies! There are so many opinions swirling around right now in the fandom and I wanted to give my own opinions a quick (this is not going to be quick but whatever) post of their own. I'm probably going to do this with all of the episodes, just an fyi

First of all, Sozin can fuck all the way off. I don't think I really have to explain that one but goddammit they really made me hate him (and I love to hate the villain)

I LOVE the detail of seeing the flames reflected in his eyes whenever he kills someone, as a symbol of fire's natural brutality consuming him from within. Kudos to whoever added that detail because it is absolutely perfect. I look forward to seeing more of this monster in future flashbacks.

The firebending itself was absolutely brutal. Watching the cartoon, you don't really think about how painful and horrific being burned alive is, and the live action explored that element in a way the previous show could not.

I know this is controversial, but actually really like how they devoted a good ten minutes to establishing some background with the Air Nomads before we dove in. In my opinion, it gave more depth to the Air Nomads besides just what we see through Aang's eyes, which I think helps the viewer connect with him more and sympathize in ways the cartoon didn't. One detail from this part that was absolutely heartbreaking was the Comet Festival.

Something about the way a time of joy was turned into a time of pain and misery was absolutely awful (this was the first time I cried [I cried three times]). The fact that all of the Air Nomads were in one place kind of filled in why there was no evidence of the FN ever having been to the Western Air Temple in s3 of the cartoon. It also adds another layer of awfulness to the whole thing. I can't really put into words why I feel that way, it's just a sort of vibe.

I also liked the way they established Aang's character flaws right off the bat:

The episode was named after him, so it only makes sense to show all aspects of his character almost immediately. This also gives me hope that they might address these flaws later a little more than the cartoon did.

Super glad they included a female Airbender on the counsel (or whatever that was). She was also fighting later and she looked super badass.

Now, onto the Water Tribe.

I can't express how glad I am that they included both boys and girls in Sokka's little warrior pack. People have talked about this before, but the gender roles in the SWT didn't make a lot of sense. Perfect little detail to fill a plot hole.

I am also over the moon that they decided to expand on the differences between the Water Tribe sibling's outlooks on the world. Katara was raised as both a beacon of hope and a liability, whereas Sokka was raised as a warrior and a protector. It gives insight into their characters and also symbolizes the way the war shaped them. The pressure within a society to adapt to the times even as traditional values are abandoned and culture is devastated is something that the original show laid the groundwork for, so I really hope we see the live action build on it further. There's also this:

Gives the perfect insight into the ways their parents leaving affected them both differently and expands on their different mindsets. 10/10 for the sibling dynamic.

I'm not sure if I liked the changes to this scene. Katara was characterized pretty well, in my opinion, and it does make sense with the "toning down" of Sokka's sexism that she didn't explode on him, but it's still an iconic moment I would have liked to see translated to the live action. I also found the fact that Appa wasn't included at all just plain weird. He should have been there, and even if he was established differently later, again, I'm not sure I liked the way Aang was introduced to the siblings. (At least they didn't include any romantic Kat@ang moments. Platonic besties for the win)

Zuko's introduction was just kind of... there, in my opinion, but I did love the detail of the icons on the shelf glowing. There were several homages made to Zuko's search for the avatar that I really appreciated, from the early establishment of his antagonism towards Lieutenant Jee to his pages of research, which I really appreciated. There were also several moments that implied that Zuko had a more spiritual journey throughout his banishment to find the avatar, which was partially a little bit of worldbuilding and partially a play into the idea that he will legitimately try everything possible to find the avatar that was another nice detail. Sadly, Dallas didn't really make a huge impression on me. This might be because of lack of screentime or the fact that this is THE Zuko, but I was kind of expecting more. Still, I don't think it was an irredeemable portrayal by any means, and I look forward to seeing more.

This is sort of random, but I just need to say that I'm glad they included more evidence of Katara's PTSD. It was already pretty established in the cartoon that she did have PTSD, but the live action allows exploration of that in a more mature way, which I appreciate. It made the kat@ang conversation hit that much harder, and gives more depth to Katara's character.

The fight at the gates was also just perfect. Zuko acting on impulse out of a need to prove himself:

Katara's speech and Sokka's change of heart:

And this line:

Sokka kind of fell flat to me a bit in this episode, and I feel like Katara was the MVP in all of their interactions, but I loved this line. I just have a feeling he really needed to hear this.

There's also this moment that I thought was really significant where it looked like Zuko was actually going to kill Sokka:

My heart legit stopped at this part. Like, I knew it made no logical sense for it to happen, but I still got scared for a moment. I know it was just another one of those moments to show how Zuko's anger gets the best of him, ect, ect. but this was overkill. I don't think they took it too far by any means, but it was still just so unexpected.

I also noticed they removed the zukka parallel of the two of them getting ready for battle at the same time, which I really disliked. It plays more into the warrior mindset for the both of them, and even though we had that established in other ways, I would have still liked to see it.

Aang's sacrifice is the same, but I appreciated his little conversation with Iroh. When Iroh showed up, I half expected him to just let Aang go, but I guess that wouldn't really be in character for season 1 Iroh. Either way, that was some good stuff.

The framing also sort of reminds me of the season 3 conversation between Zuko and Iroh when Iroh is in prison back in the FN. Both shots give the impression that it is not actually the one behind bars who is in prison. This makes me think that they might give Iroh more of an arc in season 1, which I would kind of like to see, but at the same time, I'm not sure about. I think it was important in the cartoon that Iroh had already completed his journey and was doing his best to guide Zuko through a similar one.

I am disappointed that they removed the fight scene between Zuko and Aang inside the ship, but there was another huge moment this allowed for that I REALLY LOVED:

I LOVE that they let Katara have her hero moment I LOVE that they let her discover her bending a bit more in this episode I LOVE that Aang helped her I LOVE IT ALL. Katara gaining more confidence in her abilities is the season 1 Katara arc I want to see and they legit made me fangirl over this moment so much I squealed. There's also something about her blocking a fire blast from Zuko after being powerless to stop him from killing/seriously hurting her brother in the earlier fight that's just... chefs kiss. (also maybe establishing that ZK yin and yang concept early... I'm reading way too much into this but the way Katara's arms are positioned kind of looks like the yin symbol a little bit...)

And finally, we have the air temple scene. The whole thing was so incredibly sad, and I actually didn't mind that it was part of the first episode. It makes everything go full circle, in my opinion.

I also thought that Gyatso's voice instead of Katara's being the one to calm Aang down was a really good choice. Aang coming to terms with his death should be about his memories with his past mentor, not about Katara comforting him. I loved the hug though. Perfectly devastating:

Also, the last parallel at the end was just SO perfect:

Something about how tradgedies in their lives forced them both to become dedicated and adapt to a new world beyond their control. Aang and Zuko parallels always wonderful.

Overall, I really enjoyed it! I would give this episode an 8.5/10. Not perfect, but definitely not bad. It surpassed my expectations and I'm so excited to see more!

[ceedaryaps]

SOTR Yapp Sesh Part 2!

Hello, once again, this is going to be part two of my Sunrise on the Reaping review. This is going to be all about the actual games themselves. All right, let's goooooo.

Everything is too pretty, that is like the first thing that came to my mind when I was reading the description that Haymitch had in his head of the arena. Everything is bright and lush, tall Grass forest trees everywhere, just everything looks beautiful, clear blue skies, you can see the water in the background, and everything is just clear and nice. That is pretty much how I envisioned Wonderland as a kid. I knew that something is up and the first thing that tipped me off to anything being wrong was the the smell was like one of the first things that he described when he went into the arena it was like he fell into a haze or something like that I just KNEW this is going to be some sort of psychedelic type thing. Microdosing at its finest.

And then in the first review, didn't really mention his whole deal with Amphert and Beetee about you know destroying the arena, cuz I wanted it to include it more in this part. Haymitch immediately starts on this mission. He goes straight north. He was trying to look for the berms and stops by a stream, he takes a sip and it tastes funny to him, kinda like metallic, which he pretty much shrugs off, UNTIL he sees a rabbit take a sip too, and what does it do? The rabbit dies like instantly. Just drops dead.

 THAT'S WHERE WE FIND OUT EVERYTHING IS POISONED. 

All the pretty fruit on the trees, poison, the water, poison, flowers, probably poisonous. But Haymitch got lucky because he had some charcoal on him, otherwise, he would have died. If it were ME, yeah, I for sure would have been cooked ngl. So after throwing up his guts a nd suffering for a few hours, Haymitch kinda just locks tf in and finds a blueberry bush to hide in. And through the bushes, he can see the sky, so when night falls, he can see who all got killed during the bloodbath.

Also, the fact that he didnt run into anybody at this point is amazing because he for sure would have been killed.

Man, I knew someone was gonna die in the blood batch, but I was NOT expecting WYATT CALLOW. OH MY GOSH????????????????????????? Sunrise on the Reaping is not a long book by any means, and we didnt have a lot of chances to form a bond with Wyatt, but it's so surreal that on the first day, one of the District Twelve's own got killed. 

And Haymith's comment to Wyatt's parents saying, “Did you bet on your boy?” Oh my gosh. At some point, Wyatt was asked about his own odds, because that was his thing, he's an oddsmaker, and he was like, “Oh, I wouldn't count on me.” I wonder what he thought, did he think his dad and brothers bet against him???????? This is so insidious, like a sibling or parent, even if you knew his odds aren't good, should you still bet against him or root for him as some sort of encouragement, PLEASEEEEE. That boy probably thought his family didnt care about him. I'm sobbing.

Boom next morning and Haymitch just hears a little teeny weeny voice saying “Find haymitch.” He looks over and heres Lou Lou of all people staring at him. Turns out the bush was very see through and Haymitch being alive was pure LUCK. But also……….how did Lou Lou make it all the way to him by herself and not a scratch on her?? And now He’s gotta pretty much take care of her but like…..how…… The kids are lucky for now.

I have thoughts about a moment from earlier about Lulu in particular, when they were on their way to the arena, and she was recognized by another girl from 11 cuz the girl was singing and then Lulu started singing that same song. Then, another moment before that, when they were all eating together, just the tributes from District 12, and it was Mags who pointed out she was specifically reaching for a roll with seeds made in District 11. This poor, poor baby, Lou Lou, is special to me.

Other than the poisoning, so far so good, he's found the berm, he's on his way now, he's just looking for a way to you know blow up the brain, but he has to keep Lou Lou in line because as we found out on day 1. Everything can kill you, he's using up all his food just to keep her distracted. Lou Lou ends up seeing these flowers, which she seems very familiar with, and she gets excited. I'm assuming these flowers they had in 11, but she goes head first into them, and pollen just wafts into her face before Haymitch can even grab her. And just like everything else in the area, this pollen was poisonous. She is coughing and choking, and there's nothing Haymitch can do, and she's SUFFERING. I failed to mention the gadget on her chest that sedates her when she gets out of line, but Haymitch essentially begs them to sedate her so she won't be in pain, but they DON'T, THEY WANT THIS LITTLE GIRL TO SUFFER. Haymitch has to then make the horrific decision to grip the machine and rip it out of her own chest, killing her………..Coriolanus snow when I get my hands on you….

How could you do something like this? It was speculated that her parents might have been rebels, but it doesn't matter; this girl was innocent and young, and she suffered. He tries to hide her body, but he gets swarmed but these stinging butterflies, and he is pretty much forced to drop her and let them take her body.

Soon enough, we see Amphert again, they began enacting the plan to make this place go kaboom and once it hits midnight its in motion. They had successfully bombed the water tank in the berm but Haymitch had been stuck trying to get out and when he finally did the worst part of the book happened.

He couldn't find Amphert. Not until he saw the golden squirrels attacking the poor boy, Haymitch tried to help, but the squirrels are programmed just for Amphert so they don't pay him any mind, and by then it's too late. Once the squirrels scatter, all that is left is pearly white bone. No meat, no blood, no tissue, just Amphert's little skeleton. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM MEEEEEEEE. I can't imagine how Beetee felt tho have his son torn apart like that in front of him………Snow….you will be dealt with.

Haymitch, reasonably, crashes out a wreaks the arena, and the game makers thought, “Hmmm, not enough drama.” and they make the volcano explode. Haymitch, of course being our unlucky lucky boy, lives because the lava doesn't actually burn you. He gets the bright idea to try to break out of the area, so he heads north and finds the hedge maze. It started out okay, but then he panicked because he realized he didnt know how to get out, and essentially freaked out until he followed a rabbit out. You would think to yourself, now he gets a break, well, no lol. He gets ambushed by Panache, Barba, and Angler. He manages to kill Barba and Angler in his first non-mercy kills of the game, but Panache disarms him and was about to cleave Haymitch's head open until our favorite diva Maysilee, saves the day, she takes Panache out with a poison dart like the queen she is.

Pause. This is where we find out that the only reason Wyatt died was because he protected Lou Lou from Panache. Wyatt Callow, I will always think about you MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

The two team up, considering that's all they can do and they search for Wellie one of the smaller children from the alliance bc shes still alive. But as we all know there are no breaks here, they are once again ambushed but this time by Silka and Mariette but they also run into some Gamemakers????

Pause here. 

Why in the world are you cleaning up the arena mid-game LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. That cant wait until its over?????? Like what was the thought process here for real. Pre-Katniss Hunger Games seem so awfully put together i cant.

Fast forward some dialog, Mariette and Maysilee each kill a game maker and the thrid one dies falling head first into the berm to try to escape, and each group goes their separate ways after the capital drops small bombs to get them to clear out.

Maysilee is pisssssed at Haymitch bc bro kinda froze but like lets give him grace hes seen crazy stuff back to back to back. Everyday he has to essentially roulette on which of his friends die today.  Being that theres onyl 5 tributes left Maysilee and Haymitch split, but as you all know the capitol wont let this slide.

Birds, I personally envisioned flamingos, but other folks thought of pink spoonbills but either way our queen Maysille got attacked by birds made just for her with razor beaks. They fended them off till one caught her throat and down goes our fav. I hate you snow.

Mariette dies too, so now there's only Wellie, Haymitch, and the biggest hater ever, Silka. We find Wellie, yayyyyyyy, but she's near death in a tree noooooooo. Haymitch does what he can that night by securing them both in the tree and feeding her chocolate he got from a sponsor. During the night, Silka finds the tree too, but she doesn't see them, instead, she slumps down and just sobs, and I feel so bad because even the career tributes are victims, let's remember this. He drops down a piece, and Silka eats it. At this moment, these three kids aren't tributes, they're just kids, and I feel so awful because come tomorrow, we know Haymitch will be the only one left.

Silka decapitated Wellie the next day. Haymitch had left for one second to see what he could do about the area, and when he turned around, Silka held the poor girl's head in her hand. Thisi s when the last few minutes of the games start. Silka and Haymitch are going blow for blow, both injured, but Haymitch famously uses the force field surrounding the area to kill Silka by ducking and having her own ax thrown back at her. He won that it book over…….

Oh no.. there's more.

Haymitgch decides to blow everything to smithereens as hes bleeding out, he uses the last of the supplies he had from Amphert to blow up the arena and he passes out. Some time later he wakes up in the capitol and is ket alve there for a few days before the victory tour. Snow gives him an ominous “Happy Homecomming.” gosh I hate that man.

After the very traumatising victory tour, he's finally headed back home along with the bodies of Louella, Maysile, and Wyatt. Lord knows what they've done with Lou Lou’s body, I'm not even sure she has a family to bring the body back to.

He gets home, and everything is surreal; he's walking to his house in a daze till he sees all the commotion. His home is on fire, with his mom and his brother still stuck inside. Snows doing. He tries to go in to help even if it's too late, but he's held down by Burdock, and Asterid gives him sleeping syrup. 

The next time we see Haymitch is at the funeral of his mom, brother, Louella, Maysilee, Wyatt and Wyatt’s father Jethro who hung himself out of shame ( this makes me think he did bet on his son.) Haymitch is in a daze, mistakes Merilee for Maysilee and the vibes are just awful. This is truly the most depressing book from this series. 

Lenore Dove is finally out of jail, and she reunites with Haymitch. She was eating the gumdrops that she thought were a gift from Haymitc, but it was really from Snow, and they were poisoned. Because she had eaten while in jail, she couldn't throw up, and she unfortunately died right in his arms.

At the beginning of the boo,k it is stated that Haymitch was not a drinker. But now he was, he drowned himself in alcohol, and his friends tried to help, but it was no use. He suffered for years and years, sending off kids to die on his birthday. Until In comes Katniss and Peeta. 

Sunrise on the Reaping is by far my favorite book in this series but oh my gosh does it HURT. 

But it really makes you think if Haymitch rebelled, Beetee and Plutarch rebelled, then who else tried many times before them and failed? There are so many stories from this franchise that have not been told yet, and I'm so excited to hear more. And it almost makes you realize that yes, we see characters like Effie, and it's assumed that, of course, they're fed propaganda to make the Capitol look better. They even did it when they brainwashed Peeta. But it was so blatant in how they edited the footage of the games and the reapings, and to this day, no one but those in District 12 and the game makers know how many extra kids have died because of these games.

That's the last of SOTR review, hope you enjoyed!!!!!

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lose you - h. hall

hank hall x fem!reader

summary: you confront your brother, Jason - as Red Hood - risking everything, and get shot in the process.

w/c: 3.2k

Dick had received some intel, though he hadn’t told you from where or who from, that Red Hood was holding a police officer hostage. It was supposedly something about the officer ‘knowing too much about Red Hood’s operations’.  But the specifics? They didn’t really register. You weren’t listening. Not fully, anyway. You couldn’t.

Everything else had become background noise ever since you’d learned the truth. You had found out that your little brother — Jason, the one you had mourned and thought was lost forever — was actually alive and operating under the name Red Hood. And he wasn’t just back, he was gunning for the Titans. That meant you as well.

The rest of the team (consisting of Dick, Kory and Conner) discussed what to do next. You managed to make out a couple of words: “Abandoned warehouse”,  “hostage situation,” and “armed and dangerous.”

The words, however, blurred together, their meaning slipping through your grasp like water through your fingers. Your mind was elsewhere. Stuck in the past, in memories of Jason’s laughter, his stubbornness, the way he always looked up to you even when he pretended not to. Now, he was out there somewhere, a ghost wearing his face.

Your husband, Hank, was standing beside you. He was the only one who seemed to notice how distant your gaze seemed, and the way your brows softly twitched, your eyes alone holding so many ambivalent emotions. Moving closer to you, his hand gently wrapped around your wrist to get your attention. You suddenly snapped out of it, your train of thought coming to an end as you glanced up at Hank. His gaze, full of concern and worry, met yours in a way that felt grounding, like an anchor in the storm of your thoughts.

“Baby, you with me?” he asked, his voice softer than usual, a quiet contrast to the intense discussion happening around you.

You swallowed hard, nodding, but you weren’t sure who you were really lying to — him or yourself. “Yeah. I’m here.”

His thumb brushed over your wrist, a small, comforting motion. “I know this is a lot,” he murmured, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “I promise we’ll handle it. We always do.”

You wanted to believe him. You truly did. But how were you supposed to handle this? How were you supposed to fight Jason knowing everything that had happened to him? Knowing that, in some way, you had failed him?

Dick’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Alright. We move in fast. Kory and I will take the front. Conner, you cover the perimeter. And you guys,” he looked directly at you and Hank, his expression firm, unreadable, “I need you to be ready.”

You hesitated for half a second too long. Dick’s gaze softened, just slightly. “I know this is hard. But right now, that officer needs us more than Jason needs you to hesitate.”

That stung, but you knew he was right. Pushing down the ache in your chest, you took a deep breath and nodded, to which Dick responded, “Let’s get ready.”

The team moved quickly, suiting up and gathering their gear in practiced efficiency. Hank stayed close, his presence a quiet reassurance even as your hands trembled slightly while securing your weapons. As you zipped up your jacket, you felt his hand on your shoulder. “We’ll figure it out,” he said, voice steady. “But first, we have a job to do.”

You didn’t say anything in response; you weren’t sure how to, but you also didn’t feel the need to. And Hank understood. He knew this wasn’t just a mission — it was your younger brother whom you loved dearly with your whole heart. Hank wanted to help you, he wanted to comfort you, yet he didn’t know how. He had never been the best with words, and he mentally kicked himself for it as he saw the broken expression that laced your features. The heavy knot settled deep in the pit of his stomach, the same feeling that he’d come to associate with the feeling of failing his loved ones.

As you both finished gearing up, you started toward the rest of the group, but before you could take more than a few steps, Hank called your name. He double-checked your equipment, his touch lingering longer than necessary, sticking closer to your side than usual.

You raised an eyebrow at his actions. “And since when are you my bodyguard?” you teased, keeping your tone light.

Hank shrugged, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Ever since we met, apparently.” But there was something else in his eyes, something unspoken. “Just… don’t do anything stupid, okay?” His voice was quieter now, edged with something almost hesitant.

You grinned. “No promises.”

He let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head, but before you could pull away, his hand caught your wrist. His grip was firm, but his next words were barely above a whisper. “I can't lose you too.”

Your breath caught in your throat, not expecting those words to have come from him. He’d never been the kind of man to be so open and vulnerable, even after you’d gotten married. You stared at Hank, feeling your heart tighten at the raw emotion in his voice.

“Hank…” Your voice came out softer than you intended, laced with the emotions you had been struggling to keep at bay.

His jaw clenched, his grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly before he exhaled sharply, releasing you. “Just… stick with me, alright?” He forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Gotta make sure my wife doesn’t run headfirst into a bullet.”

You rolled your eyes at his attempt to lighten the mood, but the corners of your lips twitched upward anyway. “I’m more careful than you give me credit for.”

Hank scoffed. “Babe, last week you jumped off a three-story building because you ‘had a feeling’ you’d land safely.”

“And I did land safely.”

“You landed on Conner.”

“Still counts.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, if you pull something like that tonight, I swear to God, I’m locking you in a closet next mission.”

Before you could fire back with another quip, Dick’s voice cut through the tension. “We’re moving out.”

Hank gave you one last lingering look before following the rest of the team to the transport. As you climbed in beside him, he kept his leg pressed against yours, his hand on your thigh. It served as a silent reminder that he was there. That you weren’t alone.

The warehouse was exactly what you expected: dark, damp, and reeking of something metallic, possibly blood. The only sounds were the soft hum of machinery and the distant dripping of water leaking from somewhere above. Your team fanned out, moving with careful precision. Your heart pounded in your chest as you scanned the area. It was too quiet. Too easy.

Hank nudged your arm, voice barely above a whisper. “You good?”

You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah.”

He gave you a knowing look but didn’t push it. Instead, he shifted closer, positioning himself slightly in front of you. Protective, as always. You felt his hand press against your back, his breath warm against your ear. “Let’s go look over there.”

Nodding, you followed his lead. Your focus remained sharp, until you caught a glimpse of something red in the corner of your vision. Jason. He stood at the far end of the warehouse, his helmet gleaming under the dim light, one hand gripping the collar of a terrified police officer. Your stomach twisted.

“Jason!” you called before you could stop yourself.

His head tilted slightly at the sound of your voice, but he didn’t let go of the officer.

Hank swore under his breath. “Babe, don’t-”

But it was too late. You were already moving forward.

Jason’s posture shifted, now tense at the sight of you. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, voice distorted by his modulated helmet.

“Neither should you,” you shot back, taking another cautious step. “Let him go, Jay. This isn’t you and we both know it.”

Jason let out a bitter laugh. “That’s the thing. You don’t know me anymore.” His grip on the officer didn’t loosen. “Back off.”

“No. Not until you let him go,” you responded, refusing to back down.

A hand wrapped around your wrist — Hank’s. He was right beside you now, his grip firm, grounding. “Y/N, we have a mission.” His voice was steady, but you could hear the silent plea beneath it: ‘Don’t do this. Don’t make me watch you get hurt.’

Jason’s gaze flickered to Hank, and something unreadable passed through his expression. “Hank.”

“Jason.”

You started to think about the rest of the team. Neither you nor Hank had told them where you were going, and you were starting to wonder when, or if, they’d find you. But they surely had to at some point. Or else you weren’t so sure this situation would end well.

Jason’s grip tightened on the officer’s collar, his shoulders squared, and even through the helmet, you could feel his glare burning into Hank. “You really trust him, don’t you?” Jason scoffed, his voice dripping with something almost like disdain. “Bet he thinks he can save you.”

Hank’s grip on your wrist tensed slightly, but his voice remained even. “I don’t think. I know.”

Jason let out a humorless chuckle. “And you think you can save me too, huh?”

You swallowed hard, stepping forward again despite Hank’s warning hand on your arm. “You don’t need saving, Jason. But we need you to stop.”

Jason tilted his head slightly, considering your words before shaking his head. “It’s too late for that.”

The sound of distant gunfire crackled in the air, followed by shouts. The rest of the team. They were engaged in their own fight elsewhere in the warehouse. That meant no reinforcements. Not yet. It was just you, Hank, and Jason.

“Let the officer go,” you pleaded again, softer this time, trying to reach whatever piece of Jason that was still your brother. “Please.”

Jason’s jaw clenched, his fingers twitching. For a second, you thought, hoped, he would listen. But you were stupid for even considering that to be a possibility.

His attention flickered back to Hank. “I mean, what does he even do for you?” Jason mused darkly. “Other than try to play the hero. You could do so much better.”

Hank’s grip on you tightened almost imperceptibly. He was used to taunts, used to people trying to get under his skin, but this? This was different. He knew Jason was trying to mess with your head, both of your heads, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear.

You clenched your jaw, taking a breath before responding, “Jason, don’t.”

“What?” Jason tilted his head. “I’m just saying, you always took care of me. You always put other people first. What makes him different?”

Hank finally spoke up, his voice firm. “Because I put her first too.”

Jason stilled.

Hank took a step forward, shielding you slightly. “You’re right about one thing. I can’t save you. You don’t want to be saved. But her? I’d go to hell and back for her. And I’m not letting you drag her down with you.”

Your breath hitched slightly at his words. Hank had always been protective, always had a tough exterior, but moments like this? When he laid everything bare? They made your heart ache in the best and worst ways.

Jason scoffed, but there was something forced about it. Like he wasn’t expecting that answer. Like some small part of him remembered what love looked like.

For a moment, just a moment, you saw the Jason you once knew underneath the mask. The younger brother who used to look up to you, who used to joke with you, who used to trust you. Then, just as quickly, it was gone. His finger twitched against the trigger, and in that split second, instinct took over.

You moved without thinking.

Jason fired.

Pain. White-hot and searing. It punched through your side, sending you staggering back into Hank. He caught you instantly, his arms tightening around you, keeping you upright even as a choked gasp escaped your lips.

“Y/N!” His voice was raw, panicked in a way you had never heard before.

Your vision blurred at the edges, but you forced yourself to stay present, gripping his forearm. “I’m- I’m okay.”

“The hell you are.” His voice was a mixture of anger and fear, his hand pressing against your wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. Blood was pooling fast — too fast. “Jesus, baby, why the hell would you do that?”

Jason hesitated, his gun lowering slightly as he stared at you. You could’ve sworn you saw regret flash through his eyes before he forced himself to look away.

The sound of footsteps approaching made Jason snap his head up. The team. They were coming. He cursed under his breath before throwing the officer forward, sending him stumbling. Then, without another word, Jason disappeared into the shadows.

Hank didn’t go after him. He couldn’t. His entire focus was on you.

“Just stay with me, alright?” His voice was strained, his free hand cupping your face. “You are not checking out on me, you hear me?”

You tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace. “Guess that closet punishment is looking pretty good right now, huh?”

“Don’t you dare joke right now, Y/N,” Hank ground out, his jaw tight but his voice betraying just how scared he was.

You wanted to respond and tell him it was okay but you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him. And Hank noticed; he noticed the way you were getting paler by the second, the way you were starting to get a little sweaty, and the blood that stained his hands. Your blood.

You needed help, and he knew it.

His voice was full of raw emotion as he said something, “Please, just hold on. I can’t lose you, too. Y/N… I can’t live without you."

At that moment, the rest of the team walked in. As soon as they noticed your body in Hank’s arms, they ran over to you, Kory calling out, “What the hell happened to her?”

Hank only said one word, one name, “Jason.”

And that was the last thing you heard as you drifted off, your vision fading to black.

A sharp, rhythmic beeping pulled you back from the void. It was distant at first, almost like an echo through water, but it slowly became clearer. Your body felt heavy, the dull ache in your side reminding you of what happened.

Jason. The warehouse. The gunshot. You weren’t dead. That was… something, at least.

With a slow, painful effort, you pried your eyes open, wincing at the blinding white light above. The sterile scent of antiseptic burned your nose, and when you finally took in your surroundings, it confirmed what you already suspected. Hospital. You tried to shift, but a warm, firm hand instantly covered yours, holding you still. “Don’t.”

Hank.

His voice was rough, strained like he had been yelling or even crying. You turned your head slightly, eyes locking onto him. He looked awful. His hair was disheveled, his jaw was clenched so tightly you swore it could crack, and his eyes — god, his eyes. Bloodshot. Exhausted. And furious. Not at you, though. Never at you.

He just shook his head slightly, gripping your hand like a lifeline. “What the hell were you  thinking?” His voice was low, quiet, but there was a tremor in it. His thumb brushed over your knuckles absentmindedly, like he needed to reassure himself that you were really here.

“I…” Your voice cracked. Your throat was dry, probably from painkillers or blood loss. You swallowed hard, trying again. “I had to stop him, Hank.”

Hank scoffed, pulling away so suddenly that the loss of his warmth made you shiver. He ran a hand over his face before pacing to the other side of the room, jaw clenching and unclenching.

“No, you didn’t,” he bit out. “You didn’t have to do shit. And you definitely didn’t have to put yourself between him and a goddamn bullet.”

You flinched at his tone. He was angry. He had never really been truly angry at you, and you couldn’t tell whether he was really angry at you in that moment or angry at the fact you’d almost died. But underneath all of it, you could hear it, the fear.

“I couldn’t just let him-”

“Let him what?” Hank snapped, whipping around to glare at you. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re not bulletproof, Y/N! You’re not some goddamn martyr!”

You stared at him, stunned by the sheer amount of emotion in his voice.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his breathing heavy. “Do you know what it was like? Watching you bleed out in my arms? Feeling your heartbeat slow down? I thought-” His voice broke, and he turned away again, shaking his head. “I thought I lost you.”

Your chest ached, and not just from the gunshot wound.

“Hank…” you whispered.

He didn’t look at you. Just kept breathing heavily, staring at the bed, but not directly at you, like he was trying to keep himself from breaking apart.

“I can’t lose you,” he murmured. “Not you. Not after everything.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to sit up despite the pain. Hank immediately turned, rushing to your side, but you grabbed his wrist before he could stop you. “Hey.” Your voice was hoarse but firm. “Look at me.”

He hesitated, then slowly, finally, met your gaze.

“I’m right here,” you whispered, squeezing his hand. “I’m okay.”

His jaw tensed. “Yeah? Tell that to the bullet wound in your side.”

You exhaled sharply, giving him a small, tired smile. “I mean, you’ve totally had worse.”

“Not the damn point.”

You chuckled weakly, but it died when you saw the way his fingers tightened around yours like he was still scared you’d slip away. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, more serious now. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Hank let out a shaky breath before sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. He hesitated for only a second before reaching out, brushing a few stray strands of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, too gentle for someone who always tried to act like a brick wall.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he admitted quietly. “And I hate you for it.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “No, you don’t.”

His lips twitched, almost like he wanted to smile, but he just sighed and shook his head. “No, I don’t,” he admitted. Then his expression hardened slightly. “But if you ever pull some dumb hero shit like that again, I swear to god, baby, I will actually lock you in that closet.”

You laughed, actually laughed, even though it made your ribs hurt. “You wouldn’t.”

Hank raised an eyebrow. “Try me.”

There was a knock at the door before you could respond, and Kory stepped in. “Oh, good, you’re awake.” Her eyes flicked between the two of you before she smirked slightly. “I’ll come back when you’re done having your moment.”

“We’re not-”

“Thanks, Kory,” Hank cut in, making you whip your head toward him in confusion.

Kory just chuckled. “Take your time.”

Once she was gone, you turned back to Hank, eyebrow raised. “Really?”

He shrugged. “If I have to emotionally traumatize myself watching you nearly die, I get to call this a moment.”

You smiled softly, squeezing his hand. “Well… I’m still here.”

Hank’s expression softened. His free hand cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing against your cheek as he exhaled slowly.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “You are.”

And for now, that was enough.

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