#okay maybe one brain cell shared between them

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The cast is back for The Truth S3 and I could die of happiness.

This video is 25 mins long and really the most important part is that Zhang Linghe called Liu Yuning and asked him what to wear to this livestream.

Melons say filming mid-March, the 12th through the 28th?

[inseobts]

Hey Princess pt.1

zoro x fem!reader

part 2

you find freedom, love, and a true family among pirates—only to risk everything, even your life, to protect them from the chains of your past.

words count: 4.2k

tags: slow burn, enemies to lovers, banter, mystery backstory, angst and fluff

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The sea glows soft and orange under the sunset. The Thousand Sunny cuts through the waves like it’s dancing. Luffy leans over the railing, grinning like a kid with candy.

“She’s cool, right?” he says.

Zoro crosses his arms and stares at you with one eyebrow raised “She hasn’t said ten words since she got here.”

“I’m observing.” you answer, voice calm. You stand straight, posture perfect, one hand lightly on the sword at your hip. Not because you plan to use it yet, but because it’s habit. You were trained that way.

“She’s mysterious!” Luffy laughs “That’s perfect for a spy. I always wanted one of those on the crew!”

You look over your shoulder at him “I’m not a spy.”

“But you sneak around like one,” he says “You climb walls and vanish. That’s spy stuff.”

You sigh “That’s just training.”

“Same thing.”

Zoro scoffs “Spy, huh. You look more like a princess pretending to play ninja.”

You stiffen. It’s small, but Sanji notices.

“Don’t talk to her like that, mosshead,” he snaps, stepping between you and Zoro with a hand on his chest like a knight “She’s a lady.”

“She’s hiding something” Zoro mutters.

“And you’re hiding brain cells” Sanji shoots back.

You sigh again and turn toward the door to the girls’ quarters “I’m going to unpack.”

As you leave, Zoro’s voice follows “See you around, Princess.”

You pause, just for a second. But you don’t look back.

Later, after dinner, Nami leans on the table, watching you clean a dagger with a white cloth.

“You’re really good,” she says “Where did you learn that?”

You smile “Somewhere far.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I know.”

Usopp leans closer “Are you like… an assassin? Or like a ninja? Or—”

“I’m just me,” you say “I help people. When I can.”

Robin smiles softly “That’s vague. I like it.”

You return the smile. Nami doesn’t press. Not tonight.

Outside, Zoro trains on the deck. You watch him from the shadows of the upper floor. He moves like a force of nature. Sharp. Focused. Angry.

He pauses. Looks up “Enjoying the show?”

You step into the light “You make too much noise for a swordsman.”

“You sneak too much for a crew mate.”

You raise an eyebrow “Not everyone needs to swing swords like a caveman.”

Zoro smirks “Still think you’re too fancy for this crew?”

“No,” you say “But maybe you are.”

He laughs once “I’m not the one with perfect hair and manners.”

You smile politely “Maybe you should try both sometime.”

His grin widens “Sure, Princess.”

Your smile fades “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” he asks, wiping sweat from his face “It fits.”

You don’t answer. You just turn and leave.

Inside, Sanji greets you with tea “You okay, mademoiselle?”

You nod “Just tired.”

He watches you a little too long “If he bothers you again—”

“I can handle it.”

He nods. But you can tell he still wants to say something.

You go to bed and stare at the ceiling. You hate that nickname. You hate that it still hurts.

But tomorrow is another day. Another show. Another fight.

You’ll stay calm. Classy. Like always. And maybe Zoro will stop... Eventually.

Right?

It’s been three months.

Three months of shared meals, sea storms, and late-night watches under the stars. Three months of hearing Luffy laugh so loud it shakes the whole ship, of Sanji offering you tea every evening, and of Zoro calling you Princess every damn day.

But now, when he says it, you roll your eyes instead of going quiet. And you call him something back.

“Hey, Princess, your fancy dagger’s missing. Lose it in your closet full of gowns?”

You glance up from the map you’re helping Nami mark “Careful, Muscle-for-Brains, I might mistake your head for a training dummy.”

He smirks like it’s a compliment “You’re starting to sound more like a pirate.”

“And you’re still sounding like a caveman” you shoot back.

Usopp snorts from the side “I give it a week before one of you throws the other off the ship.”

Franky whistles “I give it three days.”

Zoro sits down across from you like he’s making a point “Bet you still sleep sitting up like some stiff little soldier.”

“I’ve seen you nap in the crow’s nest with your mouth open like a confused seagull” you fire back.

“Oooooh!” Luffy howls with laughter “She got you, Zoro!”

You smile. Not perfect. Not practiced. Just real.

Time passes and you start laughing more. Playing cards with Robin and Nami. Racing Chopper through the ship. Letting yourself eat two slices of cake, not one. You wear your hair messy sometimes. You yell when Luffy breaks the kitchen door again. You fall asleep in the sun with a book on your chest.

And it feels… good.

Even if the past still taps on your shoulder sometimes, like a shadow you can’t shake.

It’s a quiet night when you and Zoro end up on watch together. The sky’s clear. The stars are sharp.

You lean against the rail. He sits nearby, sword across his lap.

“You always this serious when it’s your turn?” you ask.

He shrugs “I take my job seriously.”

You glance at him “Didn’t expect that.”

“Didn’t expect you to stop walking like a statue” he says.

You laugh under your breath “Statues don’t trip over Luffy’s sandals.”

“You did?”

“I absolutely did.”

You both fall quiet for a minute.

Then he asks, “Why do you hate it?”

You look over “What?”

“The nickname. Princess.” His voice is steady, not mocking.

You stare out at the waves “Because I wasn’t one.”

He doesn’t say anything. But he doesn’t look away either.

You add, softer, “Not even close.”

Another pause.

Zoro finally says, “Well. Now you just sound like a gremlin with good posture.”

You huff “Thanks, Seaweed Samurai.”

“New nickname, huh?”

You smirk “You started it.”

Zoro shakes his head, but he’s smiling. Just a little.

You let the silence stretch after that. But this time, it’s comfortable. Not perfect. Not polished. But real. And maybe real is better.

The Sunny rocks gently on calm waters, shining through golden light. The crew’s loud somewhere probably arguing over snacks or music, but you’re on deck, stretching after training.

You reach up, arms high above your head. Your shirt lifts slightly, damp with sweat.

“You always do that in front of people, or am I just lucky?”

Zoro’s voice comes from behind you.

You don’t turn.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Seaweed” you say coolly.

“Didn’t say I minded the view” he mutters.

You do turn at that, raising an eyebrow “You watching me, Zoro?”

He shrugs, resting against the mast, towel slung over his shoulder “You’re hard to miss. Always moving around like a damn cat in silk.”

You walk past him slowly, purposefully “Careful. If you keep paying attention, you might fall in love.”

He scoffs, but something flickers in his eyes “Yeah? Then what?”

You pause beside him, eyes narrowed “Then we have a problem.”

He leans closer, voice low “I like problems I can fight.”

You smile sweetly “You’d lose this one.”

“You sure about that, Princess?”

The name doesn’t sting like before. Not now. Not when it rolls off his tongue like a dare.

“You know,” you murmur, stepping in close enough to brush shoulders, “you keep calling me that like it means something.”

“It does,” he says. His tone is light, but his eyes aren’t “Means you’re trouble wrapped in expensive taste.”

“And you’re what? A blade with no brain?”

“Damn right” he grins.

Your lips twitch.

The air between you hums. Too hot for the distance. Too close for comfort.

Then someone yells.

“LUNCH!”

Zoro steps back, breaking the tension “You coming?”

You arch a brow “You offering to carry me there, swordsman?”

He smirks “Please. You’d stab me for touching you.”

“…Maybe,” you say, already walking past him “Unless you asked nicely.”

Zoro chuckles under his breath, following you toward the smell of Sanji’s cooking.

Neither of you says it, but it’s there, building, beneath the insults, behind the banter. It's something hot, something sharp, something waiting.

The new island is small but full of noise. Music drifts up from the port, and colorful flags wave in the wind. Luffy’s already halfway down the dock before anyone can stop him.

“Let’s split up!” he shouts “Find meat!”

Nami sighs “He means food and information. Let’s go.”

Everyone starts filing off. You linger on the deck.

“I’ll stay behind...” you say lightly “Someone should guard the ship.”

It’s too casual. Too controlled. And it’s not like you.

Zoro notices first. Sanji notices next. Then Robin. Then everyone. But only those two speak.

Sanji steps toward you, soft and sweet “Ma chérie, I’ll stay. I don’t trust this island either.”

You force a smile “Sanji… they might need you for supplies.”

He hesitates. You never push him away, not like this.

Then Zoro’s voice cuts in, low and lazy “Didn’t you hype up the food here all morning, curly-brow? Go drool over a buffet or something. I was planning to nap anyway.”

Sanji frowns “You? Volunteering?”

Zoro shrugs “Less talking, more walking.”

You glance at Zoro. He’s leaning on the railing, looking like he couldn’t care less. But you see it in his eyes, he does. He’s not tired. He’s not bored.

He just didn’t want to leave you alone.

You nod once “Thanks.”

And then you go inside.

Hours pass. The ship is quiet. You sit in your room for a long time. Not reading. Not training. Just… sitting.

Eventually, your stomach grumbles.

You make your way to the kitchen, silent as ever.

There’s a plate waiting for you. Still warm. Covered gently with a cloth.

You blink at it.

When did Sanji even…?

You smile, small but real. You grab the plate, then pause. Maybe…

You carry it up to the deck.

Zoro’s sitting with his back against the mast, one leg up, one arm resting lazily on his knee. Eyes open. Bored.

“Nap’s over?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He doesn’t move “Didn’t feel like it.”

“Liar.”

He smirks “Didn’t want to dream about curly-brow feeding seagulls again.”

You chuckle and sit down beside him, cross-legged.

“I brought food.”

“Thought you said you were guarding the kitchen like a dragon.”

“Even dragons eat.”

You hand him half the plate. He doesn’t say thank you. He just takes it, like it’s normal now. Like you are.

You both eat in silence for a bit. Then you nudge him with your foot.

“Wanna play something?”

He raises an eyebrow “Like what?”

You think. Then smirk “It’s called One Truth, One Lie.”

He looks suspicious “Sounds dumb.”

“Chicken?”

His eye twitches “Fine. Rules?”

“I tell you two things. One is true. One is false. You guess which is which. Then you go.”

Zoro snorts “You made that up just now.”

“Maybe… or maybe not.”

He leans back “Alright. Try me.”

You grin “Okay. First round: I’ve stolen a crown before. And… I’ve kissed a prince.”

Zoro narrows his eyes at you “Stealing sounds like you. Prince kissing? Too much sparkle.”

You give him a look “Wrong. I kissed a prince.”

He coughs “What?”

You grin “I stole his crown after.”

Zoro stares “What kind of missions were you on?!”

“My turn’s done.”

He shakes his head “You’re insane.”

“You’re stalling.”

He rolls his eyes “Fine. I once drank thirty beers in one night. And… I can play the shamisen.”

You blink “You? Play an instrument?”

“Make your guess, Princess.”

You squint at him “The beer one’s true. No way you’re musical.”

Zoro smirks “Wrong.”

You gasp “You don’t drink like a tank?”

“Oh no, that part’s true. I just also play the shamisen.”

You blink “You’re messing with me.”

“Swear on my swords.”

You laugh, head shaking “Okay. Next round.”

You both go back and forth. The questions get bolder. The lies get riskier. The truths get more intimate.

You’re both smiling too much.

Then he says, “Last one. I call you Princess because it annoys you… and because it doesn’t suit you at all.”

You pause “And the other option?”

“I call you Princess because it annoys you… and because it suits you more than you think.”

Your heart trips a beat.

Zoro’s watching you now. Really watching. His voice is low, but not teasing.

You look at him, try to read past the usual smirk “The lie is that it suits me.”

He stares at you a moment longer.

“Wrong again.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

So you look away. And laugh. Softly “That’s cheating.”

“Don’t like losing?”

“I don’t like being seen.”

“I like watching…” he says as if there was something more to that phrase. As if he actually wanted to day “I like watching… you”

“Then if I was you I’d use my good eye to watch something more interesting.”

“There’s none.”

You blink at the surprise of that answer and then reply “There’s way too much actually.”

He doesn’t respond. But the silence is different now. Not heavy. Just… full.

You stay like that, side by side under the stars, the empty plate between you.

Staring softly at each other, and for once, you don’t feel like running from the quiet.

It happens fast.

One moment you’re finishing the last crumbs of food with Zoro under the stars, still warm from laughter and the closeness you’ve been too scared to name.

The next, the ship shudders.

BOOM.

Smoke. A cannonball explodes against the sea just yards away from the Sunny.

You both stand instantly.

Zoro unsheathes Wado Ichimonji without a word. You pull two blades from your thigh holsters.

“Marines,” Zoro growls, already scanning the distance “Too close.”

You nod “Too fast. We need to leave the island.”

He turns to you “Go get the others.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he says, eyes sharp “Go. We can’t take them all without the crew.”

You take a step forward “I’m not leaving you alone—”

“I’m not alone,” he snaps “This is a delay squad. I’ll handle them. But if you don’t bring the others back, we’re all screwed.”

Your hands tighten around your blades. You hate this. But he’s right.

You nod once, heart pounding “Don’t get yourself killed.”

“Not planning on it, Princess.”

You hesitate at the nickname. His voice is tight, focused, not teasing this time.

Then you run.

You’re halfway to the port when it happens.

A young marine stumbles out from behind a cart, gun raised, shaking slightly. He’s too fresh. Probably new. Definitely not ready.

He sees your face and freezes.

“…Princess Y/N?”

You stop.

Time stops.

Your blood turns to ice.

Zoro’s voice calls from behind “Oi! What did he just call you?”

Before the boy can speak again, Zoro’s blade is already on him. He hits the marine hard and fast—non-lethal, clean, efficient.

The boy crumples.

Zoro’s breathing hard now. He looks at you “Go.”

You don’t move.

“Go!” he barks.

You run.

You find Sanji first.

He’s flirting with a waitress, of course. But one look at your face and he’s dead serious.

“Trouble?” he asks, already cracking his knuckles.

“Marines. Zoro’s holding them off. We have to go. Now.”

“On it.”

He grabs your hand, not romantically, just tightly, and you sprint together. You find Luffy, Chopper and Brook next, then Nami and Robin shopping for books and jewelry.

Jinbe’s the last. He’s speaking with a merchant about fish when Sanji nearly drags him mid-sentence.

Back to the ship. Fast. No time.

The battle’s already started when you return. Smoke. Screams. Blades. Zoro is fighting six marines at once, shirt ripped at the side, blood at his temple.

But he’s still standing. Of course he is.

Sanji launches into the fray, kicking through two men with one move. Jinbe bellows like thunder and slams into a marine squad. Nami brings down lightning. Brook sings a haunting note that freezes the air. Robin grows arms and breaks weapons. Chopper hulks out and punches straight through their front line. And Luffy is Luffy of course.

You fight too, elegant and brutal. Quick and precise.

You don’t look like a princess now.

You look like a weapon.

Eventually, the last marine ship flees.

The Sunny sets sail fast, with Franky shouting commands and everyone catching their breath.

You finally sit. Arms shaking. Blood drying. Exhausted.

But you feel his eyes.

Zoro stands a few feet away, arms crossed, a new bruise on his cheek.

His gaze is not angry. Not smug.

Just… focused. Tight.

He’s thinking.

You look down at your hands.

He starts walking toward you.

You panic.

“I’m going to bed” you blurt, already turning.

“Wait—”

You don’t.

You walk away before he can say what you know he wants to.

Because that word the marine said "Princess Y/N" wasn’t a joke.

It was your name.

And Zoro just found out that he’s been teasing you with the same title you’ve spent your whole life trying to escape.

You’ve mastered the art of avoiding him.

For days, you change your training hours, your nap spots, even your routes to the kitchen. Zoro is a hunter by instinct but you’re trained to vanish. And for now, you’re winning.

The rest of the crew, though? They’re not blind.

Brook whispers to Robin, “The lovely lady keeps dodging the swordsman. Ah… the rhythm of tension, yohohoho.”

Chopper tilts his head “Are they mad at each other? Should I make tea?”

Even Luffy notices “Hey, why don’t you and Zoro fight anymore? I liked the yelling!”

Nami gives you a sharp look every time you enter a room and Zoro leaves it or the other way around.

Still, no one says anything outright.

Until the morning she does.

“Mail’s here!” Nami calls, flipping through the newspaper and a thick envelope dropped off by News Coo “Looks like updated bounties—oh.”

She goes still.

You pause at the edge of the deck, where you’re pretending to study the sea charts.

“What is it?” Robin asks, sipping tea beside her.

Nami turns the paper around. Slowly.

Your face stares back.

Not the one they know now, no. The one from before. The mask you buried.

Perfect hair. Polished clothes. A cool, too-composed stare.

Above it: “WANTED – PRINCESS Y/N OF VIRELIA – 300,000,000 BERRIES”

Below it: “ONLY ALIVE.”

The world stops.

Luffy blinks “Wait. Princess? That’s not—like—Zoro’s joke, right? OMG they heard Zoro adìnd thought he was being for real??”

Sanji’s already walking toward you, newspaper clenched “Y/N. What is this?”

You don’t answer.

Your feet feel heavy. Like someone chained your ankles.

Franky whistles low “Only alive? That’s a weird order.”

Jinbe looks serious “That bounty… is political.”

Robin’s eyes are on you now, soft but sharp “You ran from something powerful.”

And then Zoro walks in, towel around his neck, sword at his hip.

He stops mid-step. Sees everyone circled. Sees you. And the poster in Nami’s hands.

He says nothing. But his jaw tightens.

He looks right at you. Like he already knew… but needed to see it.

You meet his eyes for the first time in days and you want to disappear.

So you run.

The moment you meet Zoro’s eyes and see the weight behind his silence, your feet move on instinct.

You don’t even realize you’re breathing hard until the door slams shut behind you.

Your room is dark, lit only by the sea-colored light slipping through the porthole. You lock the door, press your back against it, and slide down slowly to the floor.

You hear voices outside.

Sanji: “What the hell is that bounty about—”

Nami: “Did she really—”

Brook: “A real princess? How poetic!”

Chopper: “Should we check on her?”

Then Luffy’s voice cuts through everything. Loud. Sharp. Final.

“Leave her alone.”

Silence.

You close your eyes. That was Luffy’s captain voice. The one no one questions.

Time passes. You don’t move. You don’t cry either, you stopped doing that a long time ago.

Then… a soft knock.

You freeze.

Then, gently “Y/N, it’s me.”

Sanji.

You unlock the door slowly and open it a crack.

He’s holding a covered tray, the smell of your favorite dish escaping into the room.

“I figured you wouldn’t come out to eat,” he says softly “Can I… come in?”

You nod.

He steps inside like he’s entering a shrine. He doesn’t push. He sets the tray down on your small table and gives you space.

You sit opposite him, quiet.

“You knew” you say.

“I knew something,” he replies “Not this.”

He lifts the lid of the tray. Steam curls up, warm and fragrant.

You don’t eat right away.

Sanji watches you for a second, then leans back “You know… my poster once said Only Alive, too.”

You look up.

He smiles, but it’s not a happy one “Back then, I thought it was funny. Felt like a joke. But the truth? Someone out there wanted me under their control. Wanted me alive so they could put me back in a box I crawled out of.”

You stare at him.

He gives a small shrug “I’m not saying I know what yours means. But that look in your eyes? I’ve worn it.”

He pauses “I also know what it feels like to run away and finally be free, only for the past to reach out and grab your ankle again.”

Your throat tightens.

Sanji doesn’t push. Doesn’t ask. He just watches you like you’re something delicate but not weak. Like he understands what silence can mean.

You nod, just once. Barely. But it says everything.

He stands slowly “I’ll leave you to rest. There’s no pressure, Y/N. Not from me. Not from the crew.”

He heads to the door, then stops. Opens it.

You hear it too late. The sound of boots.

Zoro is standing right outside.

He doesn’t look surprised.

Of course he was listening.

Sanji steps out, lowers his voice “Don’t hurt her.”

Zoro’s eye narrows “What the hell do you think I’m gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” Sanji says, calm but firm “But I saw your face when you saw that poster with that name. And I know yours isn’t just about teasing anymore.”

Zoro doesn’t answer. He just watches Sanji walk away, slow and deliberate.

He turns his head toward your door.

Still closed.

Still locked.

And on the other side, your hand is still resting against it. Holding it shut.

You can feel him there. But you don’t open it. Not yet.

You sit at the edge of your bed, tray balanced on your lap.

Sanji’s food is still warm. Perfect, even hours after it was made.

You take a bite.

It’s just rice and meat, just seasoning and sauce, just something meant to bring comfort... but your throat closes anyway.

You chew slowly, blinking. Another bite. Another wave of heat but not from the food, but from something buried so deep inside you that you forgot it could still rise.

And then the tears come. Quiet. Stubborn. They roll down your cheeks with no sobs, no drama.

Just… exhaustion, guilt and shame.

You’re not the person on that poster anymore. But the world doesn’t care. It still sees the crown they forced on your head.

Outside your door, Zoro hears the sound of your breath hitching. He hears the scrape of the tray, the stifled sniff, the silence that wraps around.

He doesn’t say anything.

He just stays seated, back to the wall across from your room. Elbows on his knees. Fists tight. Jaw locked.

He doesn’t knock. Doesn’t ask to come in.

But he stays.

Minutes pass. You eat. You cry. And finally…

You open the door.

It’s quiet. Careful. Like you might change your mind.

He’s the first thing you see right there in front of you, still sitting like a sentinel. His eyes snap up when the light hits his face.

You stop in the doorway. Neither of you speaks.

Then, slowly, you reach down.

You take his hand.

Zoro doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t joke. Doesn’t move. Until you tug lightly.

You don’t have the strength to pull him up but he rises anyway. Not because you can force him, but because he lets you. Because he wants to.

His hand is warm. Rough. Bigger than yours. You keep holding it as you guide him down the hall.

He doesn’t ask where.

He just follows.

The kitchen is full.

Luffy is chewing meat with his usual noise. Nami is nursing a drink, eyes sharp. Robin has a book open. Brook is playing soft notes. Chopper’s legs swing from a chair. Franky and Usopp are arguing about cola refills.

But when you enter, silence falls like a curtain.

Every head turns toward you, and toward your hand still laced with Zoro’s.

Zoro stiffens slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t even look confused, just still. Focused. Watching you.

You feel every stare in the room. But for once, you don’t shrink under it.

You just walk over to the table and sit down.

Zoro sits beside you. His calloused hand holds yours beneath the table, unmoving, steady.

You’re not sure why you started holding it. You’re even less sure why you haven’t let go.

The others don’t ask questions. But they’re waiting. Gently. Silently. Like they’re giving you the space you need to begin.

Your eyes stay on the table.

On your joined hands.

“I’m a real princess.”

[clioerato]

Guys, pause. This is just character exploration, okay? I’m still trying to figure out whether I feel cozy in this concept or if it weirds me out in all the wrong or right ways.

So—Robin is Steve’s platonic soulmate. They’re basically conjoined twins, himbo and bimbo, two chaotic halves of one disaster queer brain cell. They finish each other’s sentences and even kinda look like they were separated at birth.

And then Eddie shows up. And suddenly everything gets complicated for Steve, because now he’s wondering… does he need to start creating some space between himself and Robin? Not that he would—he’d sooner chew off his own arm. But like, is Eddie cool with Steve talking to Robin about sex? Taking bubble baths with her? Kissing her forehead and napping in her lap?

But Eddie—somehow—makes their platonic trio work. He’s just as comfortable with Robin as he is with Steve. He does her laundry and writes a song that includes a trumpet solo just for her. There’s always a spare toothbrush and pajama set in his trailer them. He bought pads for her and they both, Steve and Eddie, have a calendar of her cycles. And they’ve all grown disturbingly comfortable with the idea of sharing a bed (platonic).

Lines? Blurred beyond recognition. Especially once they move to Chicago and rent an apartment together.

At some point, each of them has a mini existential crisis like, “Is this… normal?” But they talk about it (because emotional maturity, surprisingly), and eventually land on: if it works for them, then it works. Full stop.

They’ve got a trio situation going on, which could technically be disrupted if Robin meets someone she wants to move in with. Or maybe that girlfriend fits in so well they become a quartet. Who knows.

Yes, Robin does date in Chicago. She sees girls, she has a good time. But she doesn’t feel the need to get too serious. Moreover, there is something about their experience with the Upside Down that makes it a little difficult to build relationships outside of the group. It may not be a healthy story, but Robin is okay with it. I mean, she’s already emotionally entangled with two disaster men, even if it’s platonic.

Things reach new levels of “Wait, what?” when Robin, nearing 30, agrees to be the surrogate for Steve and Eddie’s baby. (Biologically this is Eddie's child, because Steve and Robin are literally one being, they decided this together) She goes through IVF, and they’re both with her the entire way. And in the end (because let’s be real, everyone saw it coming), they raise that kid together. As three.

Untraditional? Absolutely. Dysfunctional? Maybe. But it works.

[princesssmars]

sooooo....sub!vi and sub!reader tribbing.

nsfw. fem!reader. lesbian sex. tribbing ofc. inspired by one of the first nsfwtwt accounts i encountered 5 years ago...ill never forget you </3 wc: 905.

at first glance, every woman vi approached thought she was a dom. in a way she could understand it, she was muscular and tall and had every other stereotypical dominant top butch feature that had femmes falling at her feet begging for a chance for her to strap them until they saw stars.

while she was always flattered, there was an uneasy feeling whenever she was commanding a girl in bed, a nagging in the back of her head that she just couldn't shake. she figured it was just her brain catching up to the fact that she had become incredibly desirable to so many people so quickly, that after a few more girls in her bed, she’d settle into a good rhythm

until she met you.

after a few shared drinks at her favorite bar and a sloppy make out in the back of a taxi, she’s got your pretty form pushed down onto her bed, sheets ruffled and both of your jackets thrown to the ground as your form writhes beneath her, your body so, so pliant for her. but that nagging feeling is coming back with a vengeance, and before she can stop herself she’s pulling off of your body with a groan and flopping into her pillows face first.

she muffles a somber apology, words barely legible through the soft fabric, telling you that she’ll pay for your uber home and that she is really sorry for getting your hopes up. she expects to hear you scoff and get up with a huff, to hear the rustling of you putting on your clothes before the slam of her door. but instead, it's quiet, the only sound reverberating through the room is your shared heavy breathing and the faint sound of crickets in the night.

she slightly jerks when she feels your hand graze her shoulder, so incredibly gentle as you tug on her so she turns onto her back, eyes locking onto yours. your face is…calm, understanding almost.

“is everything okay? do you want to just…talk about it?”

and maybe it's your delicate look and touch, the tone of your voice, and genuine inquiry about what she’s truly feeling instead of being mad at your ruined night, but she lets every little bottled-up emotion that's been building up for the past few weeks go.

and you understand her problem completely.

“im sorry you felt like you had to hold all of that in. if you want,I know a few ways we could help with your problem.”

her eyes widened and face flushed at the prospect. “you mean that you - you would?”

“wish I could, but i’ve never been very good at it. but there are other things we could do. together.”

and it's in moments like these, where after a long day of work she gets to come home, relax, and lose herself in pleasure with you in front of her, that she’s so grateful you helped her find this part of herself.

there isn't an inch of space between you, your shared borderline possessive embraces and the tightly connected collars around both of your necks ensuring so. she doesn't even want to (or can, at this point) think about how desperate she must have looked when you raised the surprise up to her gaze earlier, how she had shown no hesitation in attaching it around her neck before dragging you to your shared bed to get her hands on you and yours on her.

she’s brought out of her thoughts when a punctured cry is torn from her throat, the friction of your clits brushing and grinding together sending a burst of sharp pleasure up from her cunt into the rest of her body. it amplifies the heat already surrounding the both of you, a thin sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies from the strain of rubbing against each other for…for who knows how long at this point.

but it doesn't matter, she’d risk the chance of passing out if it meant she got to feel like this for even a few more seconds.

neither of you can speak, only shrill whimpers and endless moans bouncing off of the walls. luckily you seem to have maybe a few more brain cells active at the moment, aware of the impending fifth noise complaint, taking initiative, and pushing your heads together to lock your lips in a sloppy kiss.

and god, everything is just too much. the friction of your slick cunts meeting in a rabid frenzy, both of your hands scratching at each other backs and breasts, and the mushing of your tongues leading to drool dripping down your faces only catapults her into a mind-breaking orgasm, back arching and arms holding your body even closer to hers as she feels you both gush against each other.

and once your highs finally die down, you both take care of each other. the collars are taken off, and giggles are shared when you both stand up to wobbly legs to clean each other up in the bathroom. and it's in moments like these, where you're sitting across from each other in the tub, rubbing fruity-smelling suds over each other's bodies and sharking sweet kisses and praises, that she really, really loves being a sub.

[babybluebae-933]

okay but hang on does mike not know that will is lying about the painting? It’s one of the first things eleven tells him in s4; Will is painting something special and she thinks he must like a girl and that’s who it’s for. whyyyyyy would she tell him that if it’s a painting she commissioned for him?

I don’t think the disappointment in the van scene is because he thinks the painting was actually commissioned by el, I think he knows it’s from will, for him. And his wildest dreams have told him that it meant something special. That he means something special to will. It would be crazy for him to say it out loud because they’re best friends. They’re just friends. And he has a girlfriend, who he… cares about.

But somewhere deep inside of him, he was hoping that will would be the brave one. That he would be the one to do it, to say what’s unsaid, to make mike feel better like he always does. Find a way to explain what’s been happening between them the last two years. He wants to talk to him so bad; he calls all the time, but the line is always busy. Is it normal to be this upset over a best friend? He doesn’t know but he can’t think about it, not really.

He thought will would be brave, the one to admit it. I’m not joking, unless you are. I would be with you forever if you just asked, but if you don’t then I never will either and we’ll just stay like this. The only thing worse than loving you would be losing your friendship. Have you ever felt guilty about how much you cared about a friend that was actually just a friend?

He has just realized what he wanted. It came the closest to the surface that it ever has, he was as hopeful as he ever has been. But it turns out its from el. Or at least that’s what will wants him to think, and why would he lie about that? Friends don’t lie. Will won’t say anything; it was stupid to think that he would anyways.

If mike wheeler had one fucking brain cell to spare, he would figure out that will lied about the painting because he loves him. He made it for him because he loves him, and he lied about who it’s from because he loves him. But that sounds too good to be true, so he concedes within himself and says okay, maybe will made this for me because he cares about me but more important than that, he wants me to be with eleven. It doesn’t even occur to him that will could want to be with him but would rather mike stay with el and never find out the truth if that’s what would make him happiest.

He’s smart enough to figure out what’s really going on in the van scene, he’s just not confident enough to believe that it could be real. It is too good to be true, so it must not be.

Mike is realizing in this moment that he is upset that the painting is from his girlfriend not will. It’s obvious if he did have any feelings for mike, he doesn’t want to share them. And he wants mike to be with el. And because mike cares about will more than anything, that’s what he’ll do. Will told him to say the thing to el? He’ll say it. Will told him el loves him and needs him? That’s where he’ll be.

It’s the same look at the end of s3 after el kissed him and said she loves him back.

Wasn’t that exactly what I wanted?

Why does it feel like this?

Why doesn’t it feel good?

Why am I thinking about will?

There are some desires held so deep within us, you can’t even acknowledge the possibility of it until it’s actually physically happening, it would be too devastating otherwise. To admit even to yourself, that you want this thing that is so stupid and so impossible and so weird and so unacceptable. It’s better to never acknowledge what you want than it is to really really want something that you can’t have. Especially about this stuff. Because it doesn’t end at feelings for will, if this happens it means the entire rest of his life is different. And that sounds dramatic but really it’s not, what if I acknowledge my feelings for this person and what they really are, and what if I can’t have it? My world is shattered, the bubble is burst. And I don’t even get what I wanted. Especially in the 80s. he would be ostracized, judged. Different for life, weird for life. If he can’t have what he really truly wants, why shouldn’t he have the next best thing? A normal easy uncomplicated life with eleven. With a girl.

Mike is smart we’ve seen that. I think he knows el didn’t commission the painting. He's upset that will said the painting is from el, and he’s upset that deep down he really wanted it to be from will. But he doesn’t know WHY he wants that or why will lied to him. he doesn’t know what this kind of upset means, and he definitely doesn’t know what to do with it.

mark my words s5 will be PACKED full of anxious overthinking overanalyzing mike wheeler and i cannot fucking wait.

[cosycryptid]

Closed Cuts and Faded Bruises - Part 1

Steve Harrington has always been the protector, the one who stands between the people he loves and danger or pain. But not long after the Starcourt incident, something extraordinary happens, taking his tendency to self sacrifice to an entirely new level. Also on A03 [here] Content warning for description of injuries.

It’s Robin who first noticed something weird with Steve, because of course it would be.

She’s new to their group, only has one experience with the weird side of Hawkins under her belt and has somehow spent more time with Steve in one year than the rest of the teens and adults have in three, mostly due to the shared trauma of working retail. Also, while the kids are around Steve often, they usually have so much drama going on between them that Steve wouldn’t blame them for being a little less observant of things outside of their group. They’d been through way too much already for people their age anyway so Steve wouldn’t want them worrying about him too.

And Steve? Steve’s never had any siblings to compare to, and he’s only just started taking big injuries. So, when Robin takes one look at him does a double take and says, “Hold up. What happened to your face?” as she climbs into the passenger seat of his car only two days after the Starcourt debacle, all he can do is stare at her, confused.

He shifts across to the rear-view mirror to check and sees nothing wrong with his face whatsoever, which only serves to further perplex him. He wonders if maybe something’s wrong with Robin, like perhaps the drugs still aren’t fully out of her system, but that wouldn’t make sense. It’s been two whole days.

“What are you talking about? My face is fine.”

Robin looks at him like he just said something absolutely ridiculous. “Yeah, Dingus. That’s the problem! Where the hell have all the cuts and bruises gone. Your eyes were practically swollen shut and now you look like you were never beaten up in the first place!”

“Uh, gee I don’t know Robin. Maybe because the injuries healed?” Steve responds sassily, not knowing what her issue is. “Injuries tend to do that, you know.”

“Yeah Steve, they do. But not in two fucking days!” Robin argues. “That’s crazy! You don’t even have a scratch!” Steve goes to reply, but she cuts him off. “And what about your head, did you get checked out for a concussion?”

“Concussion? Robin, I didn’t have a concussion. My head felt perfectly fine, apart from all the bruises and shit.” Steve shrugs as he starts the car. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just a quick healer.”

“That makes no sense, at all,” Robin tells him. “You were hit in the head so many times it’s a wonder you have any working brain cells left.”

“I’ve been hit in the head at least once a year for the past three years and I’ve never once had a concussion, and my braincells are working just fine. But thanks, Rob, love you too,” Steve replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“I’m just baffled, is all,” Robin admits.

“Baffled?”

“Yes, baffled! Two days ago, you looked like your face was about to fall off and now it’s completely fine!”

“Well, now it’s okay. So, it’s whatever, right?” Steve says casually. “It’s not like it’s a bad thing that I bounce back quickly.”

“No, I guess it’s not bad,” Robin agrees hesitantly. “Just weird. So, so, weird.”

“Yeah well, you’re not exactly the height of normality yourself,” Steve mutters, then the subject is all but forgotten as they start bickering over which one of them is weirder.

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The next time, Steve is helping Dustin build something. He doesn’t really know what it’s supposed to be or do, even after Dustin had very animatedly explained it to him at least three times. However, Dustin did say that it would require a soldering iron and there was no way Steve was going to let him use one of those without supervision.

It turns out that his supervision doesn’t really help much, because at one point Dustin gets distracted and the scolding hot soldering iron slips from his grasp. Steve sees that it’s going to land on Dustin’s foot and without even thinking about it, he grabs it by the hot end, frying the skin of his palm in the process.

“Shit!” Dustin curses, snatching it away from Steve by the safe end and putting it back in its holder. “Why did you do that?!” he shouts as he drags Steve to the kitchen by his wrist and slams on the cold tap, shoving Steve’s hand under the flow.

“It was going to land on either your shoe, or the floor and your mom would have killed me.” Steve explains over the rushing of the water.

“Not as much as she’s going to kill me when she finds out I burned you,” Dustin argues, still holding Steve’s wrist tightly. “You know you’re her favourite out of all my friends.”

Steve huffs out a laugh at that, though knowing that Claudia Henderson has a soft spot for him warms his heart. “Yeah, probably because the rest of your friends behave like animals and have no regard for other people’s property.”

Dustin begins to pull Steve’s hand away from the water to check on it. “They’re your friends too,” he points out. “And you love us all really; we’re like your kids or something at this point.”

“I don’t remember agreeing to that,” Steve protests.

Dustin doesn’t seem to be listening though. He’s moving Steve’s hand close to and away from his face and squinting at it like he’s trying to make sense of it.

“Huh,” he utters eventually, entirely perplexed.

“What?” Steve asks, pulling his arm from Dustin’s grip.

Peering down at his palm, Steve’s flummoxed by the miniscule mark he sees there. He could have sworn the burn was bigger than that, and his palm had been an angry red. His skin had made a sizzling noise; there’s no way he misheard that.

“Must not have been as bad as we thought,” Dustin shrugs.

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “Yeah, that must be it.”

But now Robin’s words from just after the Starcourt incident are circulating in his brain, and he can’t stop glancing at his hand for the rest of the evening to check if he saw things right. He also can’t ignore the curious looks Dustin sends his way as he continues to work on his project a lot more carefully. It can’t possibly mean anything though, that would be crazy.

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They say the third time’s the charm, but Steve had never expected the third time his body did something weird would be as dramatic as this.

He’s throwing a frisbee around with Dustin, Lucas and Max outside Max’s trailer, trying his best to get her outside and take her mind off Billy for a while. It was a wonder that she agreed to it in the first place because she’s been a little closed off lately, but she seems to be getting into the game they’d made up. A couple off onlookers seem to be invested too, one of which being Robin, who’s sitting on the steps of Max’s trailer and teasing him every time he messes up.

The other is a guy he knew from high school but had never really spoken to. Eddie Munson is sitting in front of his own trailer, writing something in a beaten-up notebook and occasionally taking a drag of a cigarette. Every so often seems to look up and throw a curious glance Steve’s way, like he’s not quite sure what he’s seeing is real. Steve’s a little curious too if he’s being honest, he feels nosey for thinking it, but he kind of wants to know what the guy’s working on in that book that has him so absorbed.

At some point, as they usually do where Dustin and Lucas are involved, things start to get a bit too competitive. The next thing Steve knows, Lucas has launched the frisbee into one of the highest branches of a nearby tree.

“Now look what you’ve done!” Dustin yells. “I said you were throwing it too high, but did you listen to me?”

“I wouldn’t have had to throw it so high if you weren’t trying to hit it out of my hand every time you failed to catch it and I had to step in, idiot!” Lucas yells right back at him.

“I did not fail to catch it; you were stopping anyone else from getting a chance,” Dustin argues.

“Just admit you’re terrible at this.”

“You admit it!”

Max rolls her eyes at their antics. “Okay, if we’re done here then I’m gonna go back inside.”

“No!” Dustin, Lucas and Steve all say at the same time.

“It’s alright, I’ll go get it,” Steve says. “So, you two dickheads can stop fighting. Okay?” He walks towards the tree and scopes out a path he can climb to get to the branch in question.

As he settles on a plan and gets a good grip on his first branch, he sees Robin sit forward a little in his peripheral vision. “Uh, Steve?” She calls hesitantly. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean some of those branches at the top look kind of thin.”

“I’ll be fine, Rob,” Steve assures her.

He knows she’s right, but he can’t stand the thought of Max going back to her trailer to be left alone with painful memories. This is the first time she’s agreed to do something with them in a while so if there’s anything he can do to stretch this time out a little longer, he’ll do it. So, he takes a breath and a moment to engage his core muscles, then hoists himself up onto the first branch, quickly reaching for the next one.

The others are watching him. He can almost feel their concerned gazes searing into his back as he climbs up too more branches. He keeps going though, even when the next one creaks ominously under his weight.

“Steve, Robin was right,” Dustin shouts. “This was a stupid idea, even for you. So just come down and we’ll think of something else.”

“Fuck you, Dustin,” Steve retorts, flicking a middle finger down at him as he scans for the next branch to grab.

It’s a bit higher up this time and he has to really stretch to get to it, but he’s being fueled by pure spite and the need to prove Dustin wrong at this point, so he manages. The branch he places his feet on wobbles precariously, but he’s almost there now. He just needs to climb up one more time and then he can probably reach the stupid blue plastic disk that’s caused all of this trouble.

“What the fuck is Harrington doing?” A new concerned voice chimes in.

Steve whips around to look, almost losing his now very flimsy footing in the process. His head spins a little when he realises how high up he is and how far he has to fall. So, he only looks down long enough to see that Eddie has walked over to join their group before he’s tearing his gaze back to the tree in front of him. His breath comes out a little quicker, but he forces himself to calm down.

“Getting himself killed for the sake of rescuing our frisbee apparently,” Lucas replies.

“I just lost one brother, can I not lose another one to a fucking tree, Steve?” Max says, her tone exasperated.

“Okay, ouch, that one hurt,” Steve mumbles to himself, his heart clenching slightly at the thought that Max thinks of him as a brother and that his current actions are causing her stress. “Look it’s right there guys, I can reach it, okay? Just give me a second and try having a little faith in me for once.”

Of course, as soon as he says that the branch he’s pulling himself the rest of the way up on breaks away in his hands with a loud crack and he has nowhere to go but down.

He feels his stomach swoop and wind rush through his hair and clothes like he’s going down the drop of a roller coaster, but this time there’s no track or safety restraints to catch him. Also, instead of exhilarated screams, he just hears the horrified yells of his friends and one acquaintance. As he’s falling, he sees the frisbee dislodge itself and follow him to the ground.

Before he hits the solid ground beneath him, he has just enough time to think ‘fucking figures’. Then there’s a resounding thud and a loud, sickening snap that rings in his ears.

Pain lances through his right leg like he’s been stabbed through it with a red-hot poker. Through the fog of shock that has descended over him, Steve just barely registers that the weird looking white and red shape on his shin is in fact a broken bone sticking out through his skin so severely that he can see inside of his leg.

A flurry of footsteps rush towards him, followed by a chorus of gasps and curses and then the sound of Robin retching. He honestly doesn’t blame her. His leg does look like something out of a horror film.

“Steve! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Shit!” Dustin shouts, dropping to his knees and gripping Steve tightly by the shoulders. “What did you do?!”

“Fuck, are you okay, Steve?” Lucas asks unhelpfully, standing a little further back with one hand on his hip and another pressed to his head, looking a little lost and overwhelmed.

“Holy fucking shit, Harrington!” Eddie says, clearly panicking. “What the fuck?”

“Is that his fucking tibia?!” Robin exclaims, before gagging again. “Shit, I can’t look at it.”

“Who cares what it’s called?” Max saps. “It’s clearly fucking broken. So maybe we should stop standing around screaming and oh, I don’t know, call a fucking ambulance or drive him to the hospital before he bleeds out or something.”

That gives Steve pause, he looks back and forth between the scared faces surrounding him and the grotesque sight that is his leg. By all accounts, it should probably be bleeding pretty badly by now, but all he can see is a few traces of it on the bone and the edges of his ripped skin.

Also, he remembers hearing about one of the guys on the basketball team breaking their leg when he was in high school and apparently, they had vomited and passed out just after. Steve doesn’t feel nauseous or dizzy at all though, just a little bit alarmed at what it looks like and how fast it happened.

“Steve would you please stop just sitting there staring at it?” Robin says, but he barely hears her as he focuses on the edges of where his skin was cut. Steve would swear on his life he just saw part of it grow back the tiniest of millimeters.

He sits bolt upright, knocking Dustin’s hands from his shoulders and grabbing hold of the sides of his broken shin to lean in for a closer look. The group yells out protests, but it falls on death ears as he knows he sees it this time. His eyes find Robin’s and it’s like she knows what he’s thinking as soon as they meet each other’s gaze.

“Starcourt,” she gasps.

He nods at her because their conversation in the car about his face injuries was exactly where his brain was going.

“Starcourt?” the others parrot.

“Starcourt,” Steve nods. “So, I’m about do something weird and most likely disgusting,” he announces to the group. “Please don’t look if you’re squeamish because I really don’t need anyone getting sick on me right now.”

“Yeah, good call,” Robin says, turning her gaze to a patch of grass she suddenly finds particularly interesting.

“What are you talking about? What are you gonna- Fucking hell, Harrington!” Eddie shouts, his eyes practically bugging out of his head as Steve puts his fingers directly on the piece of bone that’s sticking out and pushes it back down, being careful to slot it back into place properly so it heals correctly.

The sensation of the two halves of his tibia bone clicking back together like a pair of extremely fucked up Lego pieces is going to haunt his nightmares for the next month at least. However, as he watches the bone and his skin knit themselves back together like nothing had ever happened, it’s the furthest thing from his mind. A couple of seconds later, Steve’s leg looks as good as new except for a few scrapes here and there, and he’s reeling over the implications.

Lucas drops to his knees; his eyebrows pinched together like he’s trying to understand the world's most difficult equation. Max is simply staring at him, her expression stricken. She looks like she’s taken a punch to the gut, and Steve knows he’ll have to have a conversation with her about all this when she’s ready to talk because he’s sure she’s feeling some conflicting emotions about him and her brother right now.

“The soldering iron,” Dustin whispers, drawing Steve’s attention away from the other two of Steve’s band of troublesome kids. “I knew you’d burned yourself worse than that. But it seemed impossible at the time. Shit, do you know what this means, Steve? Oh, we’re going to have to run some tests. This could be huge!”

“Henderson, I’m not going to be your lab rat,” Steve says, unimpressed. “Not a chance.”

Dustin immediately goes into whiney brat mode. “But Steeeeve, think of what this could do for science. Think about how many people you could help.”

“I fail to see how me being able to put myself back together in record speed is going to help anyone else,” Steve argues.

“That’s because you lack vision, Steve,” Dustin declares.

“Thin ice, Dustin,” Steve warns him. “Thin. Ice.”

“I - Uh-” Eddie suddenly pipes up, drawing the attention of the rest of the group, who had momentarily forgot he was also a witness to the crazy shit that just happened. “Did I just see Steve Harrington’s broken leg fix itself? Or am I high right now?”

“No, no, that’s what you saw,” Robin confirms.

“You don’t know the half of it, Munson,” Steve adds. “And you wouldn’t believe us if we told you, which we are legally not permitted to do.”

Eddie looks him dead in the eyes, his expression taking on a challenging nature. “Harrington, I just watched you push your broken shin bone back inside of you and grow your skin back over it like it was just a regular Sunday.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Try me.”

Steve sighs, already knowing he’s about to break a few NDAs.

“Okay, Munson. If you think that you can handle it.”

[thevoidstaredback]

There's a feeling that people who have died and come back feel. It's not easily shared or described, but it's there. It feels different to each person. To Jason, it feels like a cup of hot chocolate that's fresh off the stove, the smell of old books, waking up in the morning and being just so warm.

Before he'd been killed, he remembered that everything was bright. It was bright and magical and he always felt like he was being hugged by his mom when she was lucid. Then, after he'd died, after he'd come back, everything was cold and empty and dull. He’d honestly forgotten what colors looked like.

He had no idea what happened, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care or be upset. The Pit that had lingered in the back of his mind, rearing its ugly head when emotions got too high, was gone. It didn’t leave a hole or anything, but he knew it was gone.

In his dreams, he remembered hearing a voice. He didn’t know what they said, just that he felt lighter.

Jason found Danny in the library just after breakfast. Bruce and Tim, with Alfred confirming, had both said that he was still in the Manor and Jason needed to talk with him.

“What are you?” he asked the second the door closed behind him.

Danny didn’t look up from the book he was reading. “A psychopomp. Why?”

Well, that explained a few things. It also brought up so many more questions. “Did you do something to me?”

“To you? No. To that memorial in the Cave? Yes.”

It was weird to not feel the Pit stirring at the mention of the case. He took a seat on the chair opposite where Danny was sitting. “What did you do? I feel lighter, and the Pit’s gone.”

Danny turned the page in his book, raising his eyebrow as he said, “‘The Pit’?” Jason shook his head and Danny continued, “You feel lighter because it’s gone. The corrupt emotions plaguing your mind? I got rid of them for you.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s my job.”

“Your job? I thought you were King?”

Finally, Danny closed his book and put it on top of the other four on the table next to him. “As King, my primary function is to guide Souls. The method varies depending on the task. Sometimes I council, other times I make a rule. Souls are free to do as they please as long as they don’t upset the balance.”

“Okay..?”

“You’re a very well learned man, Jason. Tell me, what’s a psychopomp do?”

“Guide souls to the afterlife?”

“We act as bridges, free to cross between Realms as needed, privileged to help and maintain. You feel lighter because you’re no longer lost.”

“That’s,” Jason began, “That’s a lot of information.”

“Yeah, well, it’s the least I could do.”

“What do you mean?”

“No one came to get you when you were fourteen, and you were forced to wander.”

The silence between them fell heavy.

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not okay! It’s my job to make sure no one gets looked over- that everyone finds their peace, and yet-”

“So maybe it’s not entirely ‘okay’, but it’s what I got! Besides, now I can get away with making zombie jokes and no one can say otherwise.”

Danny snorted. “Death jokes are the best.”

“Right? Especially because no one can refute them.”

The two laughed.

***

The members of the Justice League Dark were in the kitchen when he arrived, pizza and soda and wine sitting on the counter despite it being ten in the morning.

“Good marrow, everyone,” Phantom yawned.

The others in the room all started yawning and he smirked. It worked every time.

“You’re sounding very Kingly this morning.” Deadman said, “Something happen?”

“Meh,” he shrugged, “It comes and goes.”

There was a tiny smile on Raven’s face. “Just like the one brain cell you have?”

“Exactly!” Phantom grinned, “She gets it!”

Zaranna gasped dramatically. “You have a functioning brain cell?!”

“Sometimes,”

“Alright, alright,” Constantine said through another yawn, starting everyone else up again, “Have some pizza and tell us what the hell you meant last night.”

Phantom looked at the wine. “This early in the morning?”

Pulling the bottle closer to herself, Zatanna scowled, “Shut up.”

Raven yawned again. “Isn’t there something to stop all this yawning?”

The answer, somehow, is no. Not in any of the Infinite Realms is there a way to make yawning not contagious.

Sitting at the table, Phantom retold his night. Obviously, he left out details that didn’t include them, skipping over them with the explanation of Kingly Duties. After a full hour of talking, the discussion was finally opened to the table.

“Let me get this straight,” Deadman said, “Batman’s father-in-law is maybe probably trying to get into the Realms to challenge you to a duel?”

Phantom shrugged, “I mean, yeah? Baty and his cauldron think so at least. And the evidence points to them, so I’m inclined to believe.”

“That’s great and all,” Zatanna interrupted, “But what about the Coma Case? There are still new reports coming in every day,”

“That’s what I don’t get about this,” Phantom agreed, “I think we’ve got two different cases going on.”

“Completely unrelated?” Raven asked.

“Completely unrelated.”

Constantine sighed heavily, throwing back whatever was left in the flask in his hands. “You said you talked to Lady Gotham?”

“Yeah,”

“What’d she say?”

“In so many words? She didn’t give us the simple answers she had because…” he trailed off, realization hitting him.

“‘Because’,”

“Because someone’s working for the enemy.”

“What?!”

“Either whoever’s behind this has someone on the inside or- Shit!” Everyone stood with him, chasing after him as he flew to the basement door. “Deadman, with me!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Zatanna, start looking for any Realms Beings in Gotham. Raven, Connie, I need you guys to make sure not a hint of anything has spread beyond us and Batman.”

“What the hell is going on?!” Constantine demanded.

“No time to explain!” Opening the door, Phantom and Deadman disappeared into the Infinite Realms.

Part 22 Part 24

[deadhands69]

EEEPPP HI JADEE happy 700+ !!! ily im ur biggest fan 😝😽😳🤭😻

may i pleeeaasee request a summer night out w/ denki fluff!! thinking about maybe stargazing on a warm night all tuckered out from running around doing silly stupid things all day 😩😩🫶🫶 

super excited for everything, take care jade!!! 🩷🩷🩷

Parking Lot

Denki Kaminari x Reader

thanks Kitty!! according to Tumblr, that's absolutely true!! hopefully I'm one of your biggest fans too?? if not I'll try harder!! and thanks for once more sharing a brain cell w me, I had something really similar to this written and that's where I got the idea for the whole event. if the parking lot isn't cute enough, I can rewrite it (but I think he could make this cute) from the Starry Nights Milestone event

The longest day of the year fades into the shortest night. You and Denki certainly made the most of it. What was intended to be a quick stop for ice cream, turned into a day of adventures. If someone were to ask, you couldn’t pinpoint any specific activity but it was all fun. You're just now leaving a 24 hour grocery store with arms full of colorful snacks and drinks. 

“Push me!” you exclaim, while jumping into a shopping cart, items strewn at your feet. Your eyes stare up at him excitedly, how can he say not to that? Dropping his junk food in with yours, he grabs the handle and begins running. You gain momentum quickly as you fly across the parking lot. His feet jump onto the bottom of the cart, pushing occasionally like a skateboard as you giggle. 

Somewhere between the last few parking spots and the impending curb, it occurs to you both that you never came up with a plan for stopping. You and Denki stare at each other wide eyed for a moment before the front wheels collide with the pavement, sending you both over the edge of the cart and into the brush nearby. From above, the two of you look like a modern renaissance painting: tangled limbs, upturned cart, drinks and packaged foods strewn around you, all lit by distant street lights.

Denki rolls off of you, awkwardly while asking if you're okay. A few scratches and bruises, but overall, you're both in good shape. 

Then you look up. Stars blanket the sky, more visible than you've seen them in a while. The longer you look, the more seem to show up. You point up and he lays back down next to you on the sparse bark chips and dirt with your feet planted on the pavement.

A hour passes easily as you and Denki stare up at the stars, pointing out constellations you know before making up your own. He holds your hand as you lay in the parking lot median like it’s any other place. 

It's comfortable, in spite of the occasional rock, and a nice end to a busy day. In your exhaustion, you roll over into Denki’s arms and start to drift off. 

“Hey,” he gently shakes you awake, “let's go before you fall asleep in a parking lot.”

Standing, you take a few steps before he stops to let you climb on his back. He gives you a piggyback ride home as you continue to stare up at the stars.

event masterlist

[enkas-illusion]

Double Trouble

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Rating: SFW

Genre/Theme: Established relationship; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff, suggestive, no smut, language.

Summary: Boyfriend!Satoru with a twin and they're exact copies of each other, down to their mannerism so they often switch places just to test how long it takes for you to figure out you're talking to the other one.

Author's Note: The one where he isn’t the only Honoured one. I hope you enjoy this one shot. Thank you for reading! 

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Say Yes by Loco, Punch

Satoru Gojo was everything you could've asked for in a partner. He was kind, funny, intelligent, sexy, and had better emotional maturity than most men despite being somewhat of a nihilist in his own way – perfect was the word to describe him.

The only problem was that he was a bit too much to handle at times, or dare one say, a bit *too many, – meaning his mother gave birth to him and thought ‘he's perfect!’ so she popped another xerox copy 2 minutes later.

And thus were born Satoru and Soichiro, the most identical twins in the history of twins. The two not only shared the same face but had gained quite some notoriety among friends and family for sharing the same brain cell as well. 

While you had no reason to complain about their flawless personalities, they'd taken a liking to mess with you each time they got together. One would think they'd go easy with the pranks if it's someone they love, right? Wrong! It meant the shit you had to endure was way worse than any other normal friend would have to.

On one such instance, Soichiro tagged along with Satoru after work and it wasn't until halfway through dinner that your instinct went off and you figured out it was the twin who was sitting next to you instead of your boyfriend as usual. Later that night, you'd warned Satoru about it, presenting a solid argument even he couldn't resist.

“You know I almost grabbed his thigh under the table tonight!”

“No, you didn't,” Satoru scoffed.

“Okay, maybe not. But it’s highly likely that I could've! Ummm… what if one day you return home and I greet you in some skimpy lingerie but instead of you, it’s your brother who sees me, all titties out???” You were grasping at straws really.

“Will you do that!?” His ears perked up.

“Not the point, Toru…”

“Hmm… okay fine, I won't let it get that far,” he assured you. 

“But you'll still continue to tease me?” You huffed and he nodded his head, smiling innocently. You rolled your eyes at him, complaining about how he was the ‘worst’ while he simply gave you a bear hug and a few kisses to make it up to you.

~~~

So, even after being with Satoru for more than a year, you still did not know how to distinguish between the two. The only people to do so in a split-second were his parents. You had once sat the twins down to compare their faces for any tiny details you might’ve missed but you came up short regardless. 

You could only tell the difference by instinct, after having a conversation with them – maybe you were more delusional than you'd like to admit but to you, Satoru's voice held a lot of love each time he called your name.

In an attempt to distinguish the two, you thought you'd successfully managed to get Satoru to dye his hair black with temporary colour last time you went to their family house, only to find out Soichiro had done the same and was waiting for you, waving his arm at you in the driveway with a victorious grin.

So when you don't find the twin greeting you like a devil inviting you to hell this time, you turn to your boyfriend who's undoing his seatbelt.

“Listen to me, Satoru,” you grab his collar to turn him to look at you as you speak in a serious tone, “Please don't fuck with me this time. One of these days, I might really embarrass myself due to your games.”

“I'm betting on it baby,” he grins as he gives you a quick peck before swiftly making his way out of the car to avoid your scolding. You were going to stay at his parents’ country house for a weekend and you could already tell it was going to be a long weekend.

You sigh as you grab your bag and he opens the door for you before pulling the bag out of your hand and holding his hand out for you. It's impossible to be annoyed at Satoru for long when he pulls shit like this.

When you enter the house, Satoru excuses himself to find his father and you make your way to the backyard garden where you guess his mother might be. You smile to yourself when your guess is right.

“How can I help?” You smile, making his mother turn to look at you. She gently puts the shovel down next to the plants she's depotting.

“Hello dear, you've arrived just in time… would you mind bringing the remaining pots? They’re near the window in the reading room,” she instructs and you nod as you make your way back inside.

You walk the long corridor before you reach your destination, making your way to the window where the pots were placed. You lift two in each hand, holding them with care, trying not to drop them or stain your t-shirt. 

“Need some help?” you hear a voice and turn around to see the other twin at the door. The only reason you can tell it's Soichiro is because he's wearing a grey t-shirt and black sweatpants as opposed to your boyfriend who was wearing a purple hoodie and coal grey pants. 

“Hey Sochi, could you pick the last one?” You motion your head in the direction of the last pot, “Gotta move it to the garden.”

He nods before picking up the pot and walking with you, back to the backyard garden. 

“Did you arrive before us? I didn't see your car in the driveway,” you make conversation along the way.

“My car's out for servicing. I arrived with the mothership yesterday when she was in town shopping,” he explains.

“Hmm…” you nod as you stop near the area where the soil has been rooted out of the ground, “here.” 

You motion to him to keep the pot down and he obeys as he leans down to place them there gently. You're busy looking around to find Mrs. Gojo when you hear him speak, “Anything else, princes–”

Your eyes widen as your head snaps back to look at him.

“SATORU!” you gasp at the nickname that accidentally slips out of your boyfriend's name, making you realise it's not his twin.

“Soichiro! Leave my poor girl alone,” the other blondie walks out wearing the exact same clothes. You look between the two as you stare in disbelief, not being able to tell who's who.

You're about to speak when you hear their mom's voice as she moves closer to you, pressing an arm gently around your shoulder, “Satoru… I'd expect you of all people to be nice to her,” shaking her head at the twin standing next to you.

You were right! The twin next to you is Satoru!

“No, it's okay! The best way to deal with them is to avoid both of them the entire weekend,” you give your boyfriend the fakest smile you can muster up as you walk hand in hand with his mother to fulfil your gardening duties.

As it's the only exact identical matching outfit the twins have, they don't mind wearing it all weekend. As the day progresses, you find yourself working your brain full time to notice any difference you can find, but the guys are relentless to the point where even their sleeves are rolled to the exact same length.

And of course, the whole day is spent the way you’d dreaded and almost predicted it’d be like. Later when you’re out on the porch having coffee and watching the sunset with your boyfriend, you notice Satoru has an insect bite on the side of his wrist.

“Toru?” you question, wanting to make sure you have the right twin next to you.

“Hmm?” he peels his eyes away from the pretty sunset to look at you. 

“Kiss me?” you ask softly.

“Wha– is this a test?” He raises an eyebrow.

“You know what, nevermind… I just felt like it cause this is the first time we’ve been alone all d–” your words are cut off by his lips capturing yours. You smile into the kiss as Satoru cups your face, caressing your cheek.

Satoru check completed! You make a mental note to observe his wrist for the mark each time you interact with the twins.

After dinner when everyone's lazing around in the living room and watching whatever reality tv show is playing in the background, you excuse yourself to go to the washroom. Roaming around, you end up in Satoru's old bedroom. It's endearing seeing how you can still find pieces of his current personality, likes, hobbies and interests in bits, plastered everywhere around his room.

You find yourself craving some alone time with your boyfriend all of a sudden so you pull your phone out to text him to come up to his room. You only have to wait a few minutes before you hear a knock on the door.

“It's open,” you say as you place the book that you were holding back on the shelf. With a big grin, you extend your arm out to him and he takes it.

“Hello, darling,” he says in a playful tone and your eyes briefly glance at his wrist. No mark. It's Soichiro. He pulls you into a hug and pats your head.

Fine. If your boyfriend still wants to mess with you even when you’re needy for him, he's gonna get his payback. You decide at that moment – this switcharoo bullshit stops today.

You smile innocently at Soichiro as you pull away, your hands travel up to his chest to push him back till he falls on the bed.

You hop on top of him to straddle him but are careful enough to not actually make any sort of inappropriate contact, hovering above without closing the gap between your bodies. You simply wanted to push him enough to get him uncomfortable and to confess.

You can see the nervousness on his face as he clears his throat to come up with an excuse to get out of this situation without making it awkward, “T-the door’s open, let me–”

“It’s just us Toru… I doubt anyone’s gonna bother coming up to find us anyway,” you purr as you lean your body forward, placing your palms on the sides of his head to support your weight. You start feeling anxious too, you need him to break soon or you’d have to abandon the act, so you persist and whisper in his ear, “You look so sexy, I’ve been wanting to feel you inside me all day, Satoru.”

You cringe internally at your own words. But in that moment, you can see his face get paler than it usually is and you want to laugh at how nervous he looks when he hits his limit at your lewd comments.

“Wait, I’m no–” Soichiro pushes you by the shoulders as he begins in panic, another voice interrupts, pushing the half-open door forcefully, “Baby, wait!”

You feel a large arm hook around your waist to pull you away. As you stumble to your feet, breaking free from his hold, you turn around to see an annoyed Satoru, knitting his eyebrows as he looks at you. He looks more annoyed at himself than at you.

“Satoru?” you question as you bring up a hand to his cheek.

“Yes, baby?” he asks in that loving tone you’re so used to as he wraps his arms around your waist tighter.

You smile as you caress his cheek, trying hard to hold in your laughter, “What… A… Dumbass!”

You burst out laughing as you break free from his embrace and he stares at you in disbelief. You look from him to Soichiro, who’s already stood up from the bed as you hold your stomach, hurting from laughing so much, “That should teach you both!”

“Well then, I’m gonna go watch tv with the only two sensible people in this house,” you wave the baffled twins goodbye and turn around to leave the room. The very next second, you’re taken by surprise when you feel a hand grab your wrist to keep you from moving.

You turn around to see that your boyfriend seems… mad at you?

“Sochi, do you mind? I wanna talk to her alone,” Satoru motions his brother to leave the room.

“Yikes, just keep it quiet,” the twin chuckles in embarrassment as he walks out hastily. You hear the door close behind you before footsteps recede down the hallway.

You look at Satoru, expecting him to speak up. But your boyfriend simply grabs both of your wrists before twisting them behind your back and closes the distance between your bodies.

“Waitttt… is this Toru or Sochi? It is impossible to tell!” your words are dry and sarcastic as you giggle at him.

“Baby, I don’t think you’re in a position to be laughing at me right now,” he towers over you, his grip on your waists tightening.

“But here we are! I told you not to mess with me,” you chuckle as you try to wriggle your wrists out of his grip.

“And I’ve warned you not to press my buttons… or do I need to remind you again?” he grunts as he flips you around, walking you to the bed till your knees hit the edge of the bed, making you stumble on the mattress with him behind you. He brings a hand to the back of your head to press your face down into the mattress and you take this opportunity to try to hold him. He tsks at your movement before moving away from your completely.

You flip your body around to lie on your back and see what’s going on, only to find him rummaging through his closet. When Satoru turns around to walk back towards the bed, you notice two ties in his hands. 

This isn’t how you’d expected your little prank to turn out but you definitely weren’t complaining. However, just as Satoru straddles you, grabbing your wrists, his phone buzzes in his pocket.

“What?” he groans into the speaker.

“Mum’s calling you both downstairs,” you hear Soichiro’s voice on the other end.

You press your lips together to keep yourself from laughing as Satoru groans once again before cutting the call with a ‘be right there’.

“I think god sent a guardian angel disguised as your mom for me,” you chuckle as you sit up, making your way out from under him.

“You’re lucky,” Satoru grabs your jaw, “but don’t get ahead of yourself, guardian angel can't save you past her bedtime.”

You poke your tongue out to tease him, breaking free and springing out of the bed, mumbling a ‘whatever’, walking out towards the living room. 

As you make your way back down the hall, you hear your boyfriend’s footsteps behind you. You smile to yourself as you begin to brew different ideas of riling him up further throughout the night.

~fin~

[canichangemyblogname]

Okay in honor of the potential 8x06 date, BuckTommy? Would they do costumes on Halloween? If so, separate or couples? What would they be?

Sure! I don’t see why they wouldn’t? I think Buck loves costumes and that he’d help take Jee out trick-or-treating (work permitting). I also think that maybe they’d try to do matching, almost like a family theme between the three of them (Buck—Tommy—Jee). But I also think that Buck and Tommy metaphorically *also* share one brain cell between them. Tommy “They had Henleys in the 80s” Kinard + Evan “I am [Crockett]” Buckley would absolutely go in with the intention of doing a matching costume theme for Halloween and come out with two very different interpretations of the assignment.

EX: Evan “I don’t know that reference” Buckley suggests they dress in “dark knight” costumes, so Tommy “Movie Buff” Kinard dresses up as Batman while Buck puts on a dark-colored, cloaked, vaguely-medieval themed costume with a leather chest plate, arm braces, tall boots, and a fake sword and shield to match the theme of Jee’s princess costume (and her sword and shield).

“Tommy, I said dark knights.” “I *am* the Dark Knight.” “No, no, not Batman! A dark knight costume.” *gestures to outfit* “Evan— no one thinks of that when you say ‘dark knight,’ they think of Batman.” “But you knew Jee would be going as a princess.” “And I thought *we* were going as superheroes.”

Tommy ends up being THE HIT of the neighborhood. Buck’s a little put out at first (he wanted people to notice how much hard work he put into his costume and matching Jee’s theme), but he does eventually have to admit that Tommy’s costume is *really* cool and it also fits him *really* well.

“So— how much did this costume cost?” *Tommy considers his costume for a moment* “I don’t remember *exactly* how much; I’ve had it for years, but it wasn’t cheap.” “Then I’ll remember to be careful with it when I take it off you later tonight.”

[phantomoftheorpheum]

School Spirits Season 2 (episode 6) liveblog/thoughts

**Spoilers for School Spirits Seasons 1 and 2x01-2x06

I cannot imagine keeping it to myself if my daughter disappeared again, like I cannot begin to fathom the panic. I know Sandra has had her issues as a mom, but this has been beyond rough on her.

I’m not sure that kidnapping Janet was the best plan, but I guess we’re here now. Good call on whoever said the woods location from the trailers was probably the cabin Sandra bought!

I’m already experiencing secondhand embarrassment and I paused it as soon as Nicole started playing that song on her phone so I haven’t even seen Xavier’s reaction yet, but omg that is the last way I would ever approach this topic. I am not good at confrontation, this would kill me.

Update- idk how he didn’t seem more unsettled by that. Does Nicole think he knew it was her the whole time? Why is she being so hostile?

Xavier not making the connection AT ALL until confronted directly is so on brand for him this season.

I cannot tell you how many times I have paused so far because I need to recover from the cringe. Nicole, WHY WOULD YOU ASSUME HE KNEW IT WAS YOU?? Xavier actually has a lot more reason (in this moment) to think Nicole knew the whole time, considering how she handled this. “Why is this my fault?” is such a legitimate reaction. Much like Janet wishes to, please let me escape this situation.

Much needed lighthearted dance sequence ✅ thank god I needed it. Also Wally continuing to be the voice of the people and the number 1 Charley/Yuri shipper is adorable.

I know Maddie is upset, atm, but with her walking down the hall cut with the dance sequence, I just kept thinking there was going to be a hilarious shot of her looking in a window and seeing the ghosts dancing without the music, but sadly that did not happen.

I have been saying all season that I think the fandom is harder on Nicole than she deserves, but I have to be real, I do not like the way she’s handled anything in this ep so far. I feel bad for Xavier, the poor boy is not built to be left on his own to make decisions. Janet is going to eat this man alive.

So clearly Simon currently has the one collective brain cell shared between him and Xavier this season in his possession atm because Xavier definitely does not have it.

Is it just me or did the watch Maddie is holding look different in the scar than it usually does? I thought it had a light face, but that one looked like it had a dark face?

So much just got thrown at us with that scene. Who is this woman in the scar?? Is it Mr. Martin’s fiancée? I have suspicions that she was involved in the fire and I’ve also had suspicions that this isn’t Janet’s scar, but Mr. Martin’s, but no solid evidence as of yet. Or maybe their scars have melted together.

“Need more time” is interesting, since this scar is accessed by a watch and the first time Maddie was here it was showing her all of Janet’s lost potential, now possibly showing her Mr. Martin’s lost future?

So Maddie escaped from the fire scar into Rhonda’s, I’m assuming, because of the music and Mr. Manfredo. I don’t remember that old lady, though, has she always been there? Presumably this was how Mr. Martin was moving around the school and avoiding them.

I’m not sure where the reunion stuff is going yet, so I’m reserving my comments until later.

Xavier half untying Janet and then falling asleep while eating a snack is ALSO so on brand for him this season.

I’m still not really sure what we’re looking for in Dawn’s scar, but okay, I’m on board with the pathways thing.

Oh, Xavier. No thoughts in that head.

Hilarious that Nicole spent season one in an elaborate blackmail scheme and no sign of Diego (probably because I don’t think he existed in season 1), but then he comes looking for her in the middle of nowhere for no particular reason at the worst possible time.

Mr. Anderson seems to be having a fantastic time being dead? I wasn't anticipating that, but at least someone is.

😞 Charley.

We’ve found the marigold room, which is Dawn’s… I hesitate to use the word scar for this one because it seems pretty chill (presumably because she crossed?), but idk what else to call it.

It’s a bit hard to take Mr. Martin seriously as a big bad when he is literally so out of the loop of the events of season 1 that he doesn’t even know Mr. Anderson was possibly going to prison.

It’s really hard to imagine Wally as a bully (I mean, I can imagine him brushing over stuff, for sure, but it’s hard to imagine him being mean to someone himself, just because that doesn't feel like part of his personality that we've seen), NOT that that makes it okay, but I also guess everyone might be considerably different now than they were when they died decades ago. This makes me think that it would be really interesting to get more flashbacks of the ghosts from when they were alive, so we can see how different they were (that could be really fun for the actor's too).

😭 Charley. I think the way they've approached this topic is very interesting. Charley internalizing so much of the homophobia he grew up with makes a lot of sense, and even if he can recognize it, it's hard for him to move past. I also think the angle of the conflict being Charley struggling with being comfortable and accepting of himself, rather than him being upset with Wally (like I do think it was important for him to hear what Wally had to say and affirm how much he loves Charley, but that they let the conflict of this scene be centered around how Charley feels about his own identity and less about how other people feel about it was nice) was a more nuanced and interesting take. Charley is definitely a highlight of this episode.

Aaaaand on another note, Diego may have just stolen Xavier’s crown for fewest thoughts 😂

God, Maddie seeing/realizing Sandra is drinking again is legitimately devastating.

Mr. Anderson (actual Mr. Anderson) just used the phrase “the only way out is through,” which is exactly what Maddie heard Mr. Martin say to Janet right before she was possessed.

If Janet is going to be ultimately good (which is the direction it feels like they’re going), I can’t help but hope for a bigger villain or conflict reveal coming up. I want something to shake up the game. Honestly I would be SO here for Janet’s guilt over what happened to Maddie to be fake (though, like I said, it doesn’t feel like that’s the vibe), because I LOVE a manipulative villain who tricks everyone into thinking they've had a change of heart, even if that would be quite a dark/cynical turn.

Charley/Yuri ship fully sailing ❤️

This Sandra storyline is hard, but realistic. I really feel for her and Maddie.

Unsurprisingly it seems that the ghosts have to move through their scars to move on, I’m just a little confused why Janet doesn’t seem to know this, when it appears that she and Mr. Martin were doing research for so long and knew about the scars and Mr. Martin seemed to be expressing this exact philosophy to her before the start of season 1, but I guess I am going to reserve judgment on it for now.

Only two episodes left! I feel like we’re working towards another cliffhanger, and honestly, I hope so. I think this universe feels like it has room for more, and I’d like to get it.

I could have used more Xavier and Simon, but I'll let it pass.

[mytragedyperson]

ok, kinda wish we got to see the conversation between Choi Han, Deruth and Hans at the beginning of the novel, when he tells them about Harris Village. Because what did he say for Hans to see him defeat the Count's knights and just not question it? How much of the tragic backstory did he tell them, all of it or just the Harris village bit? Because if he didn't tell them everything, to them, it looks like Cale just came home one day with a random homeless stranger, who told them about the assassination at Harris Village, and possibly that he'd killed the assassins but, again, not clear if he actually told them that part or just the assassination of the villagers. And then the homeless stranger from Harris Village fought and defeated Count Deruth Henituse's knights. and they had no further questions? What did Choi Han tell them? Because while it makes more sense that Choi Han told them the whole story about the assassination and that's why neither Hans nor Deruth questioned it, I'd find it a lot more funny if this wasn't the case, that Hans just saw this, was impressed so forgot to question it and then just went on with his day. Maybe he even forgot to mention it to Deruth and he found out some other way, or maybe Deruth didn't know about this. Hans forgot to mention it in his report and none of the knights were about to admit that they'd been bested by some random stranger who their young master randomly found. God, imagine being one of those knights. seriously, no one, not one person, questioned it? Not one of them was so paranoid they worried that Choi Han was lying about who he was or where he was from. I can't imagine every single knight knew about what happened at Harris Village, though I could be wrong. They might've been told in case the assassins were sent to their territory again. But this was still early on. everyone just took this at face value and accepted it? Honestly, one of the things that makes this story work is how utterly unphased everyone around the main character is. Yes, Choi Han and Rosalyn and Lock and the Calefam are completely unphased. But even the unnamed knights, Hilsman and Hans just never question anything. Honestly, I love Deputy Butler Hans. He comes the closest to questioning Cale but you can almost tell he wants to ask but then realizes actually, on second thought I don't wanna know, and just goes about his day, oblivious to the craziness that surrounds him. Either that or he's about to ask or say something but gets interrupted before he can and then it just feels too awkward to ask later. This book wouldn't work half as well if the characters didn't all share a brain cell.

every time I remember Choi Han is physically seventeen and Cale is physically 18, it makes me sad that they're dealing with this shit. I know Cale is 20 now but that's insane. i know mentally or whatever they're older but can you imagine? 18-year-old Cale acts as a father to On, who is only 8 years younger than Cale Henituse. Like Kim Rok Soo is older, I get that but damn. To everyone else, this 18-year-old who's acted like trash for years is suddenly helping people, making friends, and adopting children. every time he returns home there's someone new with him. He's best friends and brothers with the crown prince. God they drive me crazy. i love them

Also, the way Hans asks Cale if it will be okay for Choi Han not to go back to Harris Village in the beginning of the novel is everything. He just automatically trusts Cales judgement and sees him as the person to ask. Now he may have asked the Count as well but we have no proof of that and, if there's no proof it didn't happen so I'm choosing to believe he waited to ask Cale since it was his guest, which is even better when you consider that the day before he was scared Cale was going to throw a bottle at him. Like the fact that he trusted Cale enough to trust his judgement on this matter after he'd been different for two days. God I love Hans and Cale. And I've never seen anyone talk about them and their relationship but like Hans is one of the first people to feel completely at ease around KRS!Cale. It doesn't take him that long to drop the formality. Man I love deputy butler hans. His relationship with Cale feels so underrated.

Also for future reference when I talk about relationships in this sense I mean the Canon relationship. If I make headcanons, which is a real possibility, that may change to include a romantic aspect, but for now, in this case its purely platonic.

And Hans mentioning Ron hurting himself while working again, and that letting us, the audience know that Cale is wrong when he says Choi Han, Ron and Beacrox seem to be getting along. Because we already know about their first spar, but none of the other characters do. Uts another example of unreliable narrator Cale and we love to see it. OK so I really like this story. There's a huge chance that any posts I make are just gonna be this, like talking about unreliable narrator Cale, nobody ever questioning anything that happens and just general reactions as I reread and most of it is just gonna be random thoughts I have while reading. I already feel like I'm going to be so annoying about this but I have zero regrets and refuse to apologise so consider this a fair warning for if you seem to stumble across my posts a lot

Also Cales immediate response without thinking about it being "give him medicine". Further proof that KRS!cale is way nicer than he gives himself credit for. Also I'm sorry but him saying this while thinking "he probably killed somebody again" absolutely sends me. And the fact Ron hasn't actually killed anyone yet. Also its giving "I don't care if he's a murderer, he's one of my people" which is just so Cale

The interview scene is a great example of why Cale can never seen to get rid of the strays he collects. So, as usual, he thinks he's being selfish and using Choi Han, whatever. And obviously there's the whole, if you can kill people, then you should be able to protect people thing, which is already a pretty good message for Choi Han to hear at this point, that he's good for something more than hurting other people or things. But more than that, by phrasing it as an interview, when Choi Han passes that means he's qualified, that Cale believes he can protect/save people. Cale is probably one of the first people to believe in him, to believe he's capable of more than hurting others, and for someone like Choi Han who's just lost everyone he cared about and killed people for the first time, and is probably suffering some serious surivivors' guilt, it's probably what he needs to hear, that someone still believes in him, even if it is a complete stranger. And it's not actually like Cale is being selfish because, if everything went how he planned at this point, it wouldn't even be like he'd gain Rosalyn and Lock's skills to use because he planned to just send them on their way. Also, the way he asks Choi Han's name and introduces himself - it shows a certain level of respect that most wouldn't expect from a noble. He's not looking down on Choi Han, He's treating him as an equal and, by saying he's heard his name from others but wants to hear from Choi Han himself, it shows that he wants him to have his voice and speak and that he'll listen. this may seem like a reach because it's such a small thing but how many nobles would care enough to ask a commoner, one who looked homeless, their name. Most wouldn't even bother to ask to confirm the name they'd heard was correct but Cale does. Imagine how that must feel to Choi Han, knowing his status, that Cale bothered to ask and treat him like an equal.

also can you imagine if Choi Han had slipped up and admitted Cale sent him when he first met Rosalyn and Lock. It wouldn't be completely insane for him to assume they knew each other. that would've looked so bad. oh yeah, this guy who you've never met somehow knew, not only who you were, but where you'd be in order to send me to find you. God the amount of times Cale just gets lucky is insane. He's also insanely unlucky. i Can't decide if the God of Luck loves or hates him.

also don't know if this was the intention but I've always in my head read the "I'm glad you know how to read" bit as sarcastic and throwing shade, especially because he knew before this he could read and because he doesn't offer any further information about who these people are and why Choi Han has to go get them or whatever. i get that it was probably written down on the paper, or maybe he just didn't mention it. It probably wasn't intended but that's how i always read it.

[pandenewie]

26 - This wasn’t part of the plan

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Something is wrong…

Now Niki isn’t a genius by any means… Most of the time, his 6 total brain cells are fast asleep or being shared between himself and Shota. That being said, even a rock could tell that the atmosphere at school is tense.

“I’m telling you dude, something must’ve happened on the senior trip.” Niki says, earning yet another eye roll from Jongseob. “You’re just trying to start shit.” Jongseob points out. Niki gets offended at this, placing his hand on his chest as he lets out a loud gasp. “I’m looking out for our friends, asshole.” Niki scoffs. “By trying to cause drama in their relationship?” Niki is silent as Jongseob’s words settle in his brain.

Sure, Jungwon seems really happy. Possibly the happiest he’s ever been - at least since Niki’s known him. But he just can’t shake the feeling that something is going on with Y/n. It doesn’t help that the rest of the group is being weird too. When he tried asking Hikaru if anything happened between Jungwon and Y/n she refused to talk about it. Even Eunchae is refusing to talk about their relationship which is like, one of her favourite things to do.

“I’m not trying to cause drama, I just… I’m scared that Jungwon is going to get hurt.” Niki sighs. “Look… I get it, okay? But it’s not our place to meddle. Jungwon’s a big boy. If there’s an issue, he can sort it himself. And if he can’t, then I’m sure he’ll come to us.” Jongseob reasons. Niki sighs, hating that Jongseob is right, before reluctantly promising to not intervene.

“Look, I know you guys basically hate me right now but can you not make it so obvious?” Y/n asks as they sit down at the cafeteria table. “We don’t hate you, Y/n.” Hiyyih clarifies, nudging Hikaru who only offers a short hum. Sighing, Y/n turns to Eunchae who just sends them an apologetic smile.

The atmosphere is awkward. Y/n knows it’s because of the whole Jungwon situation. It’s been a few days since they promised they’d either tell him the truth or break up with him and well… neither of those things have happened. It’s not like they’re not trying! It’s just that every time they try to start that conversation, Jungwon does something dumb and cute and they think just one more day.

“Look, I’m going to do it, I swear. I’m just trying to find the right time…” Y/n trails off. “There’s no such thing as the right time Y/n. What’s really stopping you?” Hiyyih asks. Y/n hesitates for a moment, knowing the reason why but struggling to find the words to explain it.

“I don’t want things to change. I know that I was just messing around at first but… I think it’s more than that now. And I know that there’s no good end to this so I just… want it to last as long as possible.” Y/n mumbles. Their friends send them sympathetic looks, Eunchae reaching forward to gently squeeze Y/n’s shoulder. 

“Maybe just talk honestly with him? He’s a pretty understanding guy, I’m sure he’d forgive you.” Eunchae suggests, causing Y/n to let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, right. It’ll break him.” Y/n says. “The longer you wait, the more it’ll hurt.” Hiyyih says, causing Y/n to sigh again.

“What day is it today?” Hikaru asks, breaking her silence. “Uh… Wednesday?” Y/n replies, looking at their friend with confusion. “Cool, you have until Friday after school to have talked with Jungwon before I do it for you.” Hikaru says. “And I will tell him everything. He’s my friend, too.” She adds before standing up from the table and grabbing her lunch. “I’m gonna go find Riki and Shota.” She says before walking off - leaving the group stunned. “Well… I guess that works.” Hiyyih mumbles. 

To say that Y/n feels like shit would be an understatement. They know that Hikaru has the right to be upset with them. Like she said, Jungwon is her friend too. And it looks like Y/n is just stringing him along for the sake of it. But that’s really not the case…

Despite Y/n being entirely to blame for this, deep down, they want to find a way to pin it on Jungwon. Maybe if he weren’t so sweet and affectionate, Y/n wouldn’t have fallen for him and then they wouldn’t be in this situation. Dammit Jungwon. Why did you have to be such a good boyfriend?

“Y/n!” A voice calls out before a sudden arm is slung around their shoulder. Y/n knows it’s Jungwon - they don’t even have to look to see that. “What’s up?” He asks, gently cupping Y/n’s jaw and turning their head so they’re looking at him.

As soon as Y/n sees Jungwon’s sparkling eyes, they want to cry. He looks at them like they are everything good in this world - when the reality is far from that. “I’m fine.” Y/n mumbles, trying their best to avoid eye contact. “Just tired.”

It’s not a complete lie. Y/n hasn’t been able to get much sleep over the last couple of days, the thought of what to say to Jungwon looming heavily on their mind. If Jungwon has any thoughts of uncertainty in Y/n’s answer, he certainly doesn’t show them. Pulling them into the side of his body, he presses a quick kiss to Y/n’s temple. “I told you to start going to bed earlier.” He playfully scolds. Y/n doesn’t laugh.

“Okay… something is wrong.” Jungwon concludes. Without another word, he grabs Y/n’s hand and starts dragging them down the hall. Y/n doesn’t have the energy to fight against his hold or even ask where they’re going. They just allow their body to be dragged through the mobs of students.

Once safely in an empty classroom, Jungwon turns to face Y/n with a look of seriousness. “We’re alone now… do you want to tell me what’s going on?” He asks. “What do you mean? Everything’s fine.” Y/n lies through their teeth, trying to put on their most natural expression. “I’m not an idiot Y/n, I know you’ve been trying to avoid me. And even when we are together, you’re completely dismissive. If something’s happened, you need to tell me so we can work on it together.”

Y/n grimaces at his words. Had they really been that obvious? Y/n knows there’s no escaping this conversation - Jungwon is already suspicious of them and putting it off any longer will just lead to more issues. The only problem now is figuring out what exactly to tell him…

Y/n knows that if Jungwon finds out they were using him to get the dress code changed, they would lose his trust completely. He would be out of their life, not only as a boyfriend but as a friend as well.

On the other hand, if they were to just end the relationship there is a possibility the two could stay friends. Sure, Jungwon would be heartbroken for a while but that’s something he could get over - especially if it involved Y/n’s happiness.

Y/n lets out a big sigh, looking at their feet as they fiddle nervously with the end of their shirt. “I’m sorry Jungwon…” They let out, still not knowing exactly where they’re going with the sentence. “I just… I’m not sure if this is right… us.”

Sure, it’s vague. But judging by the way Jungwon’s face falls, Y/n can tell he’s getting the message. “Us as in… our relationship?” He asks, eyes sparkling with hope. Hope that he’s misunderstanding something. Hope that this is all a big prank. He can feel his heart start to shatter as Y/n silently nods, confirming his worst nightmares.

Jungwon can’t believe it. Everything was going so well, wasn’t it? He felt like Y/n was opening up more than they ever had, the two were getting closer, hell, Y/n spent multiple days with two of his best friends. Were there any signs? Was he just too blinded to see that what was likely the happiest moments for him weren’t the same for Y/n?

Noticing the start of his spiral, Y/n immediately starts following up on their statement. “It’s nothing you did Jungwon, trust me. This is all my fault.” Jungwon shakes his head at this, sniffing slightly as tears begin to well up in his eyes. “It’s gotta be me though… you’re perfect.” He mumbles, causing Y/n’s heart to clench.

“So the hot spring and the camp… did you feel like this then, too?” Jungwon is crying now, his teary eyes desperately searching Y/n’s for the answer to his question. “Everything I said and did on the trip was real, Jungwon.” Y/n promises. They want nothing more than to reach out and wipe away the tears that are streaming down his face. Knowing that they are the reason behind the tears causes an ache in their heart. “I just… it’s not working. I’m not right for you.” Y/n whispers, holding back their own tears.

It’s silent between the two for a moment as Y/n’s words lay heavy in the air. Soon, Jungwon begins to speak - his voice nothing above a whisper. “There’s nothing I can do to change your mind?” This causes Y/n to finally break, a single tear rolling down their cheek as they slowly shake their head.

Y/n wants to hug him. Wants to wipe away his tears and take back everything they just said. But they know that this is the best outcome. Everything will hurt for a while, sure. But Jungwon will move on and be happy. That’s all Y/n wants.

“I’ve got to go… class is starting soon.” Y/n mumbles, wiping their eyes before stepping past Jungwon to leave the room. They’ve never wanted to get to class early but anything is better than standing in this suffocating room, watching as Jungwon’s heart slowly breaks.

“Can I kiss you?”

Jungwon’s words come out in a desperate plea. It’s almost embarrassing - the way his voice quivers. Y/n can feel his gaze burning into their back. “Just… one more time. Please?” He doesn’t even need to finish the sentence before Y/n is turning around and pressing their lips against his, knowing that this is probably the last time they’ll get to.

The kiss is bitter - not just from the saltiness of their tears. Y/n goes to pull away but is pulled in by Jungwon’s grip on their waist. He continues to press his lips against theirs, mumbling apologies and pleas to stay. Letting out a shaky breath, Y/n eventually pulls themself away from Jungwon’s grip and turns away from him. They need to leave. Now.

“I’m sorry, Jungwon.” Y/n whispers, not sending him another glance before walking out of the room. They don’t go to class, knowing they look like someone just died and not wanting to cause a scene. Instead, Y/n sends a short text to the group chat, letting the girls know it’s done, before walking to their car and driving home.

Jungwon doesn’t go to class either - the first one he’s missed since skipping class with Y/n just a few months ago. It’s crazy how much has changed in such a short amount of time. How Y/n went from someone who despised him, to someone he had a relationship with, now back to… friends? Acquaintances? He’s not too sure… All he knows is that he hates it and he doesn’t know what went wrong or what to do now.

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[wisteria-cherry]

sirius orion black, III

!!a comprehensive list of every student during the marauders era!!

updates whenever i want really. a series of drabbles with a sprinkling of sirius x reader.

•in which you meet remus lupin | drabble | fluff | slight sirius x fem! reader.

•in which you have your own personal escorts | drabble | fluff | sirius won’t leave you alone.

•in which a prank gets botched by lily evans | drabble | james is a simp for lily evans | sirius is whiny

•in which you discover remus’ secret | drabble | sirius defends you | angst but all is resolved | you find out remus is a werewolf

•in which you have a failed attempt at heart-to-heart with your boys | drabble | they finally calmed down for once | sirius is trying so hard to be obvious | he’s failing anyway | being remus’ emotional support

•in which you have an argument but you’re not sure what to do | drabble | james and peter can’t keep their mouths shut | remus lets sirius take this one | sirizzus black | sirius x reader

•in which you get drunk and it’s indirectly james’ fault | drabble | going to james’ quidditch game | party | sirius takes care of you | you’ll regret this | sirius x reader

•in which you decide to make a list of all the nicknames sirius calls you | drabble | sirius x reader | shocking | you suck at being discreet | you’re a good student | the other boys are not

•in which you were right in that hanging with the marauders would attract unwanted attention | drabble | you are NOT a damsel in distress | okay maybe you are | james and sirius are scary when they want to be | lucius malfoy is a jerk but also a coward | your boys save you | sirius x reader | a sprinkle of james x reader if you want

•in which everyone thinks you and sirius are dating | drabble | you’re more popular than you realize | sirius x reader | you’re so oblivious | so is remus but by choice | these tag things are getting longer and longer the more drabbles i write | remus is such a chill friend | sirius isn’t as chill but he’s still a good friend | is sirius really just a friend?

•in which sirius decides to join the quidditch team but it gets cut short | drabble | sirius being sly | if slytherin weren’t so evil-ish he’d make a great one | remus is not buying a second of this | quidditch captain! james

•in which you go school supply shopping with the marauders | drabble | james vehemently supports the bro code | there is no hiding from these boys | they will find you in the largest crowd | there is no peace for you | peter almost slips up but its cool remus has got it

•in which the marauders are your wingmen | drabble | they’re not very discreet | sirius really thinks he’s slick | he’s not | lily is not having it and nor are you | lily saves the day (or not) | you like to spite sirius | he tried okay

•in which you decide between starvation and humiliation | drabble | the ending is rushed i’m sorry :( | kiss your pride goodbye | you’ll probably never get it back | injured reader | james and sirius are insufferable | warning: secondhand embarrassment

•in which you discover the true nature of the marauders' relationship with severus snape, as told by remus | drabble | angst | the marauders are kind of toxic | it goes both ways but it's more so them | it's hard to leave people you care about even when you know you should | putting aside your own values for the sake of companionship | remus' hamartia is loyalty | if you have to gaslight yourself into thinking they're not that bad, they probably are that bad | just because the other side does it too, doesn't make it okay for you to

•in which the marauders don’t take kindly to you being asked out and no one tells you anything | drabble | slight sirius x reader | girls have cooties | not really, they just won’t tell you who sirius’ crush is | it’s you | peter is the only marauder in a relationship | slay ig

•in which james takes a sick day | drabble | james is sick | no pairing | they all share a brain cell i think

beautiful stranger | drabble | modern au! | songfic, in that it’s inspired by the song, it doesn’t have lyrics in the middle of the one shot or anything | those have always been hard to read for me haha | genderless reader | i literally didn’t use pronouns

[cherrysmokesaconha]

Hi!! 🖤💗 i wanna ask more about 2trenchcoat this is the first time i heard about it and wanna know more! also got ur art request >:3 im planning to do it soon tysm for that ^^

OMG OMG HIHI!!! I WILL FINALLY YAP ABOUT 2TRENCHCOAT WOHOOO THANK U FOR UR ASK!!! :33

Okay, i will start from the basic shit

“Rarepair” means a ship that appears very infrequently in a fandom or community, while ‘Crackship’ means a ship that involves characters who have never interacted with each other. Crossover ships are a great example of this,

2trenchcoat (AKA 2blackcape or 2blackdress/Ellsworld! 2trenchcoat) is a crackship/rarepair created by me (Cherry). It's a slash/MLM ship between the 2004 version of Tord and a background character, known as "Man with Hockey Mask".

Left pic is 2004 Tord and right pic is Man with Hockey Mask. The masked guy can be seen at minutes 0:13 to 0:15 of the eddisode

Man with Hockey Mask is the second background character (character that isn't Tom, Tord, Edd or Matt) that appeared on the 2004 Christmas Special, the first one being "Delivery Guy" (this guy here vvv he appears from the minutes 0:12 to 0:14 of the same eddisode)

Both of their names are the first ones to appear in the credits.

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Tord and Man with Hockey Mask has never interacted in canon in any way.

However, the simple fact that they both wear black trench coats (or hoodie/cape if you prefer) is what made me bring this ship into existing, since I interpret it as a headcanon of “matching outfits” in a romantic way (or platonic if ur not me/a shipper).

Maybe i have more to add but i can't remember for now. This post will be updated if i remember something.

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2trenchcoat can fit so many tropes if u add ur headcanons into it (i personally think Black Cat x Golden Retriever, Sun x Moon and Yapper x LIstener are the ones that fit my headcanons)

But i will leave here some other tropes that i think it fits them according to different headcanons (some of em are from the internet and others i took from my mind)

Black Cat x Black Cat;

One Brain Cell Duo;

Short Silly x Tall serious;

Chaotic Idiot Duo;

Red x Black;

Sun x Moon;

Mostly bored x Makes then laugh;

and maybe others (feel free to add if u know something that fots them!!).

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My personal headcanons for the masked guy!!

This is a mostly personal part of this post, which includes my personal headcanons for them :3

I mostly call the masked guy "Guy with Hockey Mask" since i misread Man as Guy in the credits once, so it never left my head. But i also have a fan-name for the masked man. I like to call him "Derick Hockermann" (maybe the most known name for him? idk)

I also have a fanon personality for him!

I like to think that Derick is a calm, funny and a happy person! Despite looking scary sometimes (specially when he looks angry), he's still a very nice guy!

He's also short-tempered and sometimes kinda protective and jealous to his lover/friends (not too much!! only when necessary)

Most of the time he doesn't has pupils, but in certain moments, appears a white pupil with a black middle, which makes him look a little more intimidating.

Like this! vv

I also have some personal headcanons for his face

The right one is my main headcanon, the one i use the most (he has freckles, ear piercings, a small beard and green eyes) and the left one is my secondary headcanon, which I use rarely (he has completely white eyes and his face is covered in darkness).

I like to think that Derick likes "the dark part of the internet iceberg", like videos about obscure topics or themes (like iceberg videos or videos commenting on some unsolved criminal case), and he liks to research aboit certain topics too.

I also headcanon Derick to be brazilian and speak brazilian portuguese! And he is also friends with other background characters and even is a member of a gang called "The Troublemakers" (more about this here!)

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My 2trenchcoat headcanons!!

I personally like to think that Derick and Tord share tastes in common, like bat pajamas, obssesion for guns or being a fan of Manian Mansion 2004 Special Edition, and it all started when Derick decided to talk to Tord and share common tastes, which led to them getting to know each other better.

(Maniac Mansion is this magazine Tord received in the ending of the eddisode ^^)

Derick fell in love with Tord first and Tord fell in love with him afterwards, and then they began a relationship. Both are protective and jealous over each other, but not too much.

Derick sometimes shows Tord his favorite iceberg videos, while Tord shows Derick some of his hentai magazines (and Derick obviously isn't too interested in pron <//3). Also they sometimes watch movies/videos or read Maniac Mansion together.

Tord also got to meet the other background characters because of Derick being a member of the Troublemakers (and ofc the others always ask Derick what's so special about Tord LOL)

I also like to think that Tord would be a flirty guy, but gets flustered when Derick flirts back (just like this meme)

They also don't like showing affection in public, specially on the EW Studios (they aren't too fond of PDA). But when they're together, just them and nobody else, they are very cuddly (and sometimes they like to annoy each other <3)

I also like to think they would be the best duo who fight against zombies, considering that Tord uses guns and Derick uses a crowbar :33 (but also consider the fork and spoon :stares:)

And i personally have the hc that Tord is skinny and Derick is kinda chubby, so yeah lol.

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I could talk about 2trenchcoat for hours, but this post is too long, so I'll stop here. It's up to you whether you want to read all this drivel or just take what interests you lol

Also thank you for your ask!! ^^ :3

[sirendeepity]

[ Nessynriel one-shot ]

A/N: Those ship names are getting out of control, but anyway. I DID IT! 2+2 IS OUT ON 22/2! *animalistic sounds* And yes, Olivia Rodrigo's sad songs worked like a charm because I didn't have any hiccups while writing this (I was in public and the poker face was poker face-ing).

Also, don't ask me anything because I know nothing.

T/W: -

W/C: 1.9k

Their friends often joked about how Gwyn was the “keeper of the brain cell” shared between her, Nesta, and Emerie, being the smarter of the three. But what they didn’t know was how little she actually used said brain cell. For instance, Gwyn had not used it when she had watched Nesta dip two fingers into the icing of the multi-layered cake in front of them and then brought those fingers to her lips, sticking out her tongue and smearing white frosting over it. That was sign number four that Nesta was on her way out of the tipsy zone. And so was Gwyn. That was the only reason why, she would later try to convince herself, Gwyn stood from her chair and reached over the table, grabbing Nesta by the neck, placing her fingers right under the female’s sharp jawline as she licked the cream right off her tongue. Howls and whistles rose around them, but Gwyn didn’t miss the way Nesta’s pupils expanded, leaving little of the blue-gray of her eyes. She just grinned and pretended the warmth pooling in her lower belly was just the alcohol playing tricks on her, and not how Nesta Archeron had tasted on her tongue. Because that wasn’t her, it was the vanilla cream of Helion’s lavish cake—nothing to worry about.

[ *** ]

Nesta was staring at the bottom of her empty glass. The fourth of the night.

She had made the terrible mistake of ordering a cherry-flavored drink on the third round and realized too late it tasted like the lipstick her tongue had accidentally grazed, so she had to order something stronger to wash away her aroma. And possibly her memory, too.

Nesta would give herself a few minutes before going for the next one, and maybe she would steal a couple of sips from Cassian’s drink while she was at it. She really, really needed it, Nesta reassured herself. Before she could even turn around to look for him, Cassian’s raspy voice came from beside her.

“Should I start wearing the same lipstick?”

Nesta wished there was still something left in the glass she held in her hands, if only to distract herself from the misery. “What?”

Cassian grinned at her. Gotcha, his eyes seemed to say. “The lipstick. Gwyn’s. Should I wear it too?”

“Why would you ever do that?”

“Because your panties are in a twist, literally, and not thanks to me,” he leaned closer, taking a sip from his own drink. He was well and truly gone, too. “Or maybe it was not the lipstick, was it, Nes?”

“Stop it,” Nesta said through gritted teeth. She was feeling both guilty and turned on as it was, she didn’t need Cassian’s help in making it worse.

The bastard just laughed, earning himself a glare.

“It’s okay, Nes,” he whispered against her ear. His hot breath sent a chill down her spine, and Nesta had to fight the shivers as he aligned himself behind her, hips pressing against the curve of her ass. “I can help you ease all this tension,” he went on, taunting her with his lips on her neck, close to her skin but not quite close enough. She wanted to close her eyes and let him take care of her needs, let him melt that knot in her spine with those expert fingers of his, but she knew she couldn’t, not with so many people still around them, partying and drinking and dancing. “Maybe Gwyn could help, too.”

And that was it. The push that sent her over the edge. There was no coming back as she slipped and fell down the rabbit hole.

[ *** ]

Gwyn could’ve kissed Azriel for that don’t-freak-out question. She did kiss him, actually, and then agreed to his proposition. Which was Cassian’s—well, it all came down to Nesta, but who cared about he said, she said.

And now here she was, standing in a dark bedroom while the party was still in full swing just a floor below. Not that it was a surprise—Helion’s parties tended to stretch on well into the night.

But Gwyn was not thinking about the party. Had stopped caring about any of that after she had kissed Nesta Archeron. She hadn’t, technically, so there was nothing to be obsessing over, right?

Wrong.

She loved her mate, could not imagine her life without him—didn’t want to—but oh, how sweet that sin had tasted. What a dream it had been. Gwyn hadn’t been able to get that scent of jasmine and lavender out of her nostrils for the rest of the night, despite the tang of spilled drinks and too many bodies permeating the air.

Now she breathed it in, welcomed it as it filled her lungs.

Nesta was standing in front of her—watching, waiting—, Cassian only a step behind, mirroring Azriel. Gwyn had the vague feeling the males were not new to any of this and had a tacit understanding of what the rules were, what they could do, and what they should not. Nesta seemed to be thinking the same, and that kicked her into motion.

Two steps and her palms pressed on both of Gwyn’s cheeks, pulling her body flush against hers as their lips met, parted, and then met again. Gwyn opened up to her, and her tongue swept in, tasting thoroughly.

She heard movement, and then the Illyrians were at their backs, caging them inside two sets of wings. From then it was only lips on tongues on skin. Cassian helped Nesta out of her dress, not wasting time and grabbing her full breasts in his hands. They fit perfectly against his palms. Nesta let out a soft moan, her head falling back and exposing her neck. Gwyn sized it, biting into her soft flesh as Azriel’s scarred hand found the slit of her skirt, sneaking between the fine layers of silk to cup her, his thumb pressing lightly on her clit. He growled against her shoulder as his fingers grazed her entrance above the drenched material of her panties. Gwyn’s dress was the next to go. Once both of them stood in nothing but their skin, Nesta pushed her backward until they reached the bed between a kiss and the next, leaving the males to undress.

Gwyn fell on the bed, red hair fanning the silky sheets, and let her gaze travel over Nesta’s naked body. She had always thought her friend to be beautiful, but just then she realized how maddening it was to see her with swollen lips and flushed skin and that desperate, wanting need in her eyes. Gwyn rose on her forearms, meeting Nesta halfway, but the female only pushed her back against the bed, straddling her.

Nesta’s lips hovered above the hollow of her neck, her collarbones, then traveled over her freckled chest, leaving a trail of kisses before closing around one nipple. Gwyn gasped at the warmth of her mouth, that swirling tongue of hers.

She opened her eyes when she felt the mattress dip, and saw Azriel, in all his naked glory, kneeling beside her, a fist wrapped around his erection. Gwyn placed a hand above his, pumping him in tandem with Nesta’s sucking on her nipples. Cassian was grinding against his mate, and Gwyn could see the tip of his cock pushing between Nesta’s raised ass. His large hand came down on it, the crisp sound of flesh against flesh filling the air as he slapped her ass once more.

“Fuck,” Nesta murmured against her tits.

Gwyn smirked. “We should do that,” she said as she turned her head and wrapped her lips around Azriel’s head. She licked over the slit, the salty taste of his precum filling her mouth. Azriel tilted his head back, and his satisfied groan was inviting enough that Gwyn took inch after blissful inch with every bob of her head, using her hand to cover what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. She gagged every time he hit the back of her throat, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, but she wouldn’t stop—couldn’t stop—until he came. Because seeing the Shadowsinger lose control, and knowing she was the cause of his unraveling, made Gwyn feel untouchable. Her plan changed when Nesta adjusted above her, their limbs now tangled, and rolled her hips, rubbing their clits against one another.

[ *** ]

Nesta kept moving, working both Cassian behind her and Gwyn under her, the wet sliding of their cunts filling the room, along with whimpers and moans.

“Her pussy feels good, doesn’t it, Nes?” Cassian murmured against her neck, a battlefield of bruises and love bites. He kept kneading at her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples to the point of pain. Nesta picked up her pace, echoing Gwyn’s quickening breaths. The priestess’ hand, now replacing her mouth, went up and down the Shadowinger’s length in fast movements, wrist twisting at the top.

“Don’t make her come,” Azriel ordered, a shadow wrapping around Gwyn’s neck.

Cassian gripped her hips, halting her, and Nesta grunted at the sudden stillness, the denial.

“I need to-”

“I said not yet.”

Nesta whimpered at the command, the dominance in Azriel’s voice. It also pissed her off. So she gripped one of Cassian’s wrists and guided his hand between hers and Gwyn’s bodies, placing it where she needed him most.

Cassian chuckled, biting her lobe, “Troublemaker.”

Still, he circled her clit once, twice, before slipping through her folds. Nesta cried out, barely able to catch her breath as Cassian’s thick fingers curled inside of her, filling her, stretching her. Nesta felt her release closer with every pump, but Cassian kept avoiding the spot he knew would push her over. She needed more, needed—

“What was that, Gwyn?”

“Please,” Gwyn might have been whimpering, might have been crying. “Please, Azriel, let me come.”

Nesta could only watch as a dark curl caressed her freckled cheek, grazed the corner of her lips, and Gwyn opened for him, sticking out her tongue.

“Such a good girl,” Azriel murmured, then spit in her mouth. “Now you can come.”

Cassian removed his hand from inside Nesta, pressing her down on Gwyn’s core, guiding her hips. After two strokes, Gwyn’s back arched off the bed, and Azriel watched his mate orgasm with rapt attention. On the third, Cassian covered Nesta’s mouth with his hand, cutting off her scream as Nesta came so hard she saw stars.

Grunts joined their heavy breaths soon after.

Nesta felt something warm and sticky slide down the small of her back. She only had to twist her head to the side to see the white-knuckled grip Cassian had around his cock, still twitching against her ass. Nesta pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue.

When she turned again, she saw Azriel pumping himself one last time, hissing. Gwyn, cheeks flushed red and a satisfied grin stretching her lips, basked on the feeling of his release coating her chest. The last thing she saw was the redhead wrap her arms around her mate’s neck as he claimed her lips, then Nesta closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling of Cassian’s wandering hands.

His kisses were a balm for her senses. “I’ll take care of you.”

He knew, of course he knew, that as good as it had felt, it was not enough for Nesta. That she needed to be fucked raw and then some more, until her tears soaked the pillows and his seeds soaked her.

Nesta chuckled despite the throbbing between her legs, asking for attention once more. “I know.”